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You know ever since seeing all of Cap's PSAs and going back over Thor's Mockumentary, I've had the idea that if Thor ever ends up back on Earth he'll see these PSAs and actually be impressed by them--impressed enough to make his OWN PSAs, either for fun, to appeal to his adoring public, or to compete with Cap's. The only way to make it better would be if he tried to get Loki to either play cameraman or assist him in his PSAs! "Get Help," anyone? ;) Loki would NEVER live it down.

“Hello, my young human friends, I am Thor- Son of Odin,” Thor introduces himself. “And I am here today…to talk about safety,” he says as he gives a wink to the camera. 

“You see, Midgardians have quite soft skulls, they are strangely- squishy…” Thor states as he makes grabby hands in the air. “And so, you must take precautions!” the man says a bit too loudly. 

“Thus, you are required to wear headgear if you are to perform any sort of sporting activity. I have been informed that a hit to the head could cause you great harm.” 

The god of thunder raises one leg up, placing his foot on a low table and slinging an arm over his knee casually. “Now, I have taken many hits to the head, hundreds! If not thousands!” He smiles proudly, his eyes glimmering.

“AH! A demonstration if I will!” he excitedly proclaims as he steps back from the table, lifting it up as someone shouts from off-screen, before slamming the wooden slab against his skull and splintering it apart. 

Chunks of wood sticking in Thor’s beard the man smiles and says, “but my skull is not soft like that of a human’s, so do not follow my lead in this, for you will die.” He finishes with a smile. 

The scene cuts off abruptly. 


“Hello again,” Thor waves a bit awkwardly to the camera. “I Thor have come here today, to talk about Stranger Danger,” his eyes dart off-screen, perhaps asking if he got the term right.  

“This rhyme, though simple, means a great deal.” Walking back a few paces Thor comes to stand next to a man in a thickly padded suit. “I will demonstrate what you should do if a stranger approaches you.” 

“Aye- proceed in the art of acting, Sir Jeff,” Thor whispers loudly to the man opposite him. “It is best to be dramatic.” 

Jeff sounds slightly choked as he begins, “hey you,” he croaks, raspy, “give me your money,” he says to Thor. 

“HA!” Thor scoffs loudly, “you fool Jeff, I have not what you are looking for! That is Stark!” And with that Thor sweeps the man off his feet and lifts him over his head, “I AM THOR ODINSON! AND I SHALL NOT TAKE THIS DANGER FROM A STANGER!” 

Jeff screams as Thor throws him across the room, there are the sounds of yells as the camera is tipped over, feet can be seen running past the screen as s few pop cans and shards of glass skitter by.

The screen goes black. 


“Greetings my young friends, it is not just I today,” Thor says, the camera far too close to his face. “I have brought with me, my brother, Loki!” 

The camera pans out so we can now see the two brothers, Loki glaring tiredly at the screen and Thor beaming brightly, smile all white teeth. 

“Today, I will be discussing forgiveness,” Thor slings a beefy arm over Loki’s shoulder, causing the other man to slouch slightly. “You see Loki has caused many a deal of pain, but he is my brother, and that bond cannot be broken. No matter the trails.”

Loki sighs deeply, his eyes looking to the ceiling in a silent plea. 

“Loki is the god of mischief, and he has lived up to the name,” Thor laughs bodily, “oh the tales we have gathered on our many adventures-” the man begins, delving into a story before Loki inevitably elbows the blond in the side, drawing his attention. 

“Ah yes,” Thor reels himself back in, “forgiveness is a tricky thing, especially when you are dealing with the greatest trickster himself.” The taller squeezes Loki in a bone-crushing side hug before shoving him off camera. “Which is why I have forgiven, but not forgotten.”

Loki storms back on screen, his staff in hand and his hair sticking up on one side, disheveled, he seethes as he approaches Thor. 

The god of thunder laughs heartily as he dodges the swing of the staff, “ah! next, I will bestow my vast knowledge on avoiding and deflecting oncoming attacks- this will be very helpful to you who have siblings.”

doodled a human orisa idea and efi as a lil’ warmup!! i know this is gonna be a popular thing to draw but i wanted to give it my shot!

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Happy Steven Moffat appreciation day!

‘Heroes are important. History books tell us who we used to be, documentaries tell us who we are now, but heroes tell us who we want to be and a lot of our heroes depress me. But you know when they made this particular hero (The Doctor), they didn’t give him a gun, they gave him a screwdriver to fix things. And not a tank or warship or X-wing fighter. They gave him a call box from which you can call for help. And they didn’t give him a superpower or pointy ears or a heat ray. They gave him an extra heart. They give him two hearts and that’s an extraordinary thing because I don’t think there will ever be a time when we don’t need a hero like the Doctor.’

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giorno “glamour” giovanna 

Sometimes I have to laugh at the galra designs, from a purely affectionate frame of mind, because like. They’re so goshdanged lanky.

When they’re in action or in movement it’s all fluid and streamlined and intimidating looking, like- this species was probably developed at least partially to run down prey in a savanna or comparable setting like a pack of hyenas or a lion pride hunting- they’re built like sprinters, with those long, whippy limbs and big powerful hands.

But just hanging around, they look. Kind of hilarious, honestly, like. there’s just too much limb and shoulder for their head. If Kolivan, Antok and Ulaz didn’t have their fingers curled their fingertips would be on a level with their knees. They’re practically noodle people. Even more sturdy-built ones like Antok, Morvok, and Varkon have that whippy, elongated quality to them- stark with Morvok because he’s not even particularly tall, making his proportionate gangliness even odder-looking to a degree.

And I mean, on a general level, the looking a little silly thing is pretty much par the course for most creatures in nature. A cheetah could sure mess me up but their body and legs look too long for the rest of them. If anything that similarity between cheetahs and the galra might suggest galra are generally built less for endurance and more for sprinting, which would be reinforced because a common tactic in the Blade of Marmora’s fighting style is taking opponents on at a full run. (Keith does this too, even!) Big ribcage for big lung capacity, quite possibly a larger heart, long legs with (generally) well-defined calves and thighs- probably a build for running.

…Now I’m stuck on stuff I’ve said before about prey drives, and if the galra are more adapted to run things down rather than ambush them, they’re probably pretty good at tracking movement. Especially smaller things running in front of them. 

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infodumping about the ocean