“So, on Wednesday, I attempted to confirm Pharah’s Native heritage with Overwatch game director Jeff Kaplan. He said, “That’s what we’re driving towards. All the hints are there, so we’ll see.” That seems like a yes.”
Beautiful and extremely talented Latino and Latino-American actors. Because let’s be real here, Latino men don’t get nearly as much love, representation, nor opportunities in films and TV as they deserve. Give Latino men more leading roles, dammit. Consider this a long overdo appreciation post. Happy Hispanic Heritage Month 2017!
• Pedro Pascal (Kingsman: The Golden Circle, Game of Thrones, Narcos)
• Tony Revolori (Spider-Man: Homecoming, The Grand Budapest Hotel, The 5th Wave)
• Carlos Valdes (The Flash, Legends of Tomorrow, Arrow)
• Wilson Cruz (Star Trek: Discovery, 13 Reasons Why, Rent)
• Nestor Carbonell (Bates Motel, Lost)
• Christian Navarro (13 Reasons Why, Bushwick)
• David Castro (Shadowhunters)
• Jaime Camil (Jane the Virgin, Coco)
• Aarón Díaz (Quantico)
• Adan Canto (Designated Survivor, X-Men: Days of Future Past)
The cover of the official report of the 1896 Olympic Games, the first of the modern era. There were no posters made for these games, so this cover is the best artistic representation of the goals of Pierre de Coubertin and the other founders of the Olympic movement. Obviously, the ancient Greek heritage of the games was a huge part of their identity – including the first modern marathon race, modeled after the run of a Greek messenger after the battle of Marathon in 490 BCE. The marathon at this race was 40 km, not 26.2 miles – the 26.2 mile length was set when the race was extended in the 1908 games in London so that the royal family could more conveniently view the runners.
Walking through the sliding doors onto the tube, you see me in the corner. Headphones drowning out the mumbles and moans of the London undergrounders, I smirk down at something on my phone. Probably something stupid you assume. It’s my list of jokes currently being designed. All just beta-tested gags and puns. So, you’re right to be fair. Approaching me, you peer over my phone, shocking me in the process in the fear some randomer just decided to intrude on my inner workings. Quickly realising it’s you, I sigh heavily, removing my music and shaking my head in frustration.
“Christ, you scared the hell out of me!” I berate you, laughing.
You chuckle, but don’t apologise. I make note of this. We hug and get to chatting about the plans for the day. All very basic stuff, running some errands, doing some shopping, we’ll grab a bite to eat at one of those little artisan joints I’ve become familiar with of late. Nothing hyper special. We catch up in the mean time, seeing how work is, home life, have you talked to so and so, how’re you finding things around here, we need to try that BallieBallerson joint we saw on Facebook last week, it looks mental. The day progresses from there. The various underground tunnels offering respite from our activities between movements. We trade stories, insults, I make some comment about a top you were going to buy looking like something out of Star Trek it’s so strangely designed. You call me a nerd for making the reference. I proudly recall the fact my mother is a Trekkie and ask how you dare besmirch our heritage. All fun and games. But it comes to the stop before dinner. We jump on the Victoria Line and realise all too quickly from the enormous body of people that we’ve hit rush hour. Or rather, it’s hit us. Squeezing ourselves and our shopping (you’re shopping. Don’t deny it. I’m carrying it out of politeness but none of this shit mine) right to the back of the tube, in a corner. We have slightly more room, but we’re still only about 3 more people from being on the tube from being compressed into diamonds. You face me, having to hold onto me occasionally along the sharper turns the train makes, too short yourself to clasp onto the overhead railings in the corner, out of reach as equally as the bars are, surrounded by what seems like a million people. You make some snide remark about how you wanted to shop more, but I was whining, so you said fine and if we’d have stayed shopping we could’ve avoided all this. You’re not wrong. Annoying, but not wrong.
“Oh, so this it my fault?!” My innotation conveys offense, in the way only a true disgruntled British man can. You smirk and confirm this is the case. Cheeky little… “Ok then, counter point…” I lean down slighty, smirking, placing one of the bags of shopping on the ground discretely, freeing up a hand. That hand quickly finds its way to your waist. Squeezing slighty, your eyes widen and you fight the urge to smile. All too futile, as I loom down upon you, whispering in your ear. “… You’re a ticklish little girl. And everyone on this tube is going to know it if you’re not good and quiet.”
You squeak out a quick backtrack. Saying not to do this, how this isn’t fair, starting to blush as you look over your shoulder. These are Londoners, they wouldn’t notice if you were on fire. But you know my goal is to try and make as much of a scene as I can, just to mess with you. I shake my head.
“Far too late for that, cutie. Tickle… tickle… tickle…” A single finger has somehow managed to sneak its way up your shirt from your waist, intent on stroking the skin of your stomach and side so gently. Slowly it makes its patterns, over and over, round and round. Your reactions are immediate. Tensing every muscle in your jaw to avoid smiling, swallowing to avoid laughing. All the telltale signs of a ticklish little girl who would be so embarrased to be caught laughing so helpless by the tube-going public due to a little tickling.
“I’m only going to use this one finger. But I know this tickles… And oh you’re right, I’m going to tickle you until you burst into adorable little giggles or until we get to our destination. Let’s see which comes first, eh? Tickle… tickle…”
The fingertip doesn’t stray from its path, lightly your skin nerve by nerve with each glide, each stroke. It tickles just enough to make you want to squirm, but not enough to ellicit the reaction itself. It’s maddening. And you know nothing you do will get me to stop, and in any instance no matter the outcome, I win.
“We’ll be there soon, you adorable little thing. Maybe… 15 minutes? Ooh, don’t move too much, you might bump someone and then, gosh, if they see that cute little blush you’re rocking… well who knows what we’ll have to tell them! So shhhh, quiet now… Tickle… tickle…tickle.”
N'doul was originally planned to be playable in Heritage for the Future, but was scrapped late in development. You can find portraits used for things like Character Select and such for him in the game’s files.
His colors are weirdly dull compared to every other character, but that might just be a design choice. This theme is probably the calmest of all those representing characters.
Did you know Urataros is Kakyoin in JJBA All Star Battle video game
I know :) I drew these a long time ago! (Deneb voiced Young Joseph in the Heritage for the Future game and Teddy voiced the recent Jotaro) Sieg voiced Gyro Zeppeli (ASB, EoH), Negataros voiced Dio Brando (Phantom Blood PS2 game)