next logical step was to make this

What interests me about TS Now is that Taylor is going to show us bts stuff from earlier eras. Behind the scenes of Fearless and Speak Now? Red era footage?

It seems like a perfect opportunity to go back and change the narrative, if Taylor chooses to do so. Her team have spent years squashing rumors of Taymily and Swiftgron but all this bts and rehearsal stuff would be the perfect way to get those conversations started again. Note: I’m not sure Taylor would out either Emily or Dianna without their consent - but there are relationships in the Speak Now / Fearless eras which even fans haven’t been able to piece together for certain. If Taylor had an ex in that time frame who was willing to hint at it now, we could be in for something interesting.

Just a thought.

87-year-old Gaston Glock didn’t inherit the polymer pistol empire, he built it. And you can’t build an empire without making a few enemies. In Glock’s case, it was his partner and close confidant, Charles Ewert. Back in 1999, Ewert embezzled millions of dollars from the company and, worried about getting caught, took the next logical step in the Iron Man villain’s business plan: kill your partner. So naturally, he hired a French ex-mercenary and professional wrestler nicknamed “Spartacus” to assassinate Gaston Glock – because why only go half-Goldfinger? Glock was 70 years old at the time and, surprisingly, didn’t carry a Glock, (where’s the faith in your product, Gaston?).

Ewert lured Glock into a parking garage in Luxembourg and told his business partner to “check out that cool sports car,” because he got his supervillain manual mixed up with a Scooby Doo script. But hey, it worked: As Glock bent over, Spartacus The Hitman jumped out – hopefully wearing nothing but a leather thong and a murderous grin – and started beating Glock on the head with a heavy rubber mallet. Which is an … interesting choice for a murder weapon?

But after being bashed seven times in the head, Glock managed to wrestle the hammer away from the hitman/pro-wrestler, punched him in the eye, knocked out several of his teeth, and rendered him unconscious. 

The physical fight was over, but Glock wasn’t done. 

5 Famous People Who Punched Death In The Dick

anonymous asked:

Ally how can a bigger person feel confident next to a skinny person

I think it takes the unlearning of societal ideas that being smaller makes someone more worthy or beautiful than a bigger person. You have to step outside of your thoughts, critically analyse why you’re thinking that way, and replace them with more logical, helpful and positive ones.

A thin person is not automatically a better person than you; not smarter, kinder, prettier, or of more value. Additionally, having thoughts like that doesn’t and will never help you, so there’s no point giving those ideas any attention.

It just takes some time to re-write what you’ve been taught to think, and replace it with the truth x

A Weekend In Paris preview...

Ask answered for @mtsunlodge…enjoy!

Topanga just looked at him, smiled and said, “Cory you’ve known this day would come since she was 12 years old and first met Lucas on the subway. You’ve known since he asked us for our permission to take her on their first date. You’ve known this day was coming even when she brother zoned him in Texas and through that God-awful triangle. You’ve known this since that day at the ski lodge when he gave her that jelly bean and they chose each other. They love each other and want to be together, this is the next logical step and when Lucas asks us for our blessing to marry our daughter, you’re going to look that boy in the eye and say yes. Then you’re going to stand up and shake Lucas’ hand and welcome him to the family. You love Lucas and he has never done anything to make us question his love for her and now he wants to make the ultimate commitment to her and she deserves every bit of happiness that he can give her.”
Cory looked at Topanga with a tear in his eye, “This is really happening isn’t it. We’re going to give Lucas Friar our blessing to ask our little girl to marry him.”

It’s 11:11, make a wish;

Make a wish for something solid
That isn’t made of smoke.
For something you can grab with your bleeding knuckles and calloused fingers
And feel it bite,
Feel it writhe,
Feel it rough like skinning your knee on concrete.

Wish for feeling wide-awake;
Bloodshot eyes
And tapping your nails on the desk
And heart racing, lips chapped,
And how-long-has-it-been-since-you-slept questions.

Wish for no more following the-next-step,
No considering what the-logical-course-of-action-would-be,
No listening to what-most-people-do-is.

Pray for some fear,
Some knee-buckling pain,
Some goosebumps,
Some cuts and bruises along the way.
For gut-wrenching anything.

Ask desperately
For something to connect and ignite in your stomach
And blow every fuse in your head,
And then you’re real again.

—  It’s 11:11, make a wish. By @oceanwriting
When writing a thesis or a scientific paper, don't end your day with a completed section. Write at least one or two sentences into the next topic to make it easier for your future self to continue writing the next day.

As a lazy person, I have big trouble starting to write. When I am in, it helps me a lot to think through my next logical steps and write a few sentences into that direction so I can continue seamlessly the next day..

Also sorry if that was bad english (I am not studying english :D)

High School with Sherlock Characters Imagine

Sherlock being the friend that’s always one step ahead of you in the hallway and dragging you along on adventures because class is deemed as boring.

Originally posted by johnwatsos

John always being the friend with good advice and attempting to talk sense into you and Sherlock when you ditch class when deemed boring.

Originally posted by notmydate

Moriarty becoming a close friend the next year because your schedule is completely different from Sherlock and John’s. But also his similarity Sherlock in the logic department makes it seem like an old friendship. 

Originally posted by thekillersboy

Only to have the boys respond something like this…

Originally posted by sherlockreactiongifs

But of course Molly being your lab partner and being only sane friend to keep you grounded during the crazy years of high school. (and giving you a well needed slap every once in a while)

Originally posted by tygaryen

DC: New 52

Red Hood ‘Jason Todd’
ISTP [The Virtuoso]

ISTPs have a compelling drive to understand the way things work. They’re good at logical analysis, and like to use it on practical concerns. They typically have strong powers of reasoning, although they’re not interested in theories or concepts unless they can see a practical application. They thrive on action, and are usually fearless. ISTPs are fiercely independent, needing to have the space to make their own decisions about their next step. They do not believe in or follow rules and regulations, as this would prohibit their ability to “do their own thing”. Their sense of adventure and desire for constant action makes ISTPs prone to becoming bored rather quickly.

ISTPs are loyal to their causes and beliefs, and are firm believers that people should be treated with equity and fairness. Although they do not respect the rules of the “System”, they follow their own rules and guidelines for behavior faithfully. They will not take part in something which violates their personal laws. ISTPs are extremely loyal and faithful to their “brothers”. ISTPs avoid making judgments based on personal values - they feel that judgments and decisions should be made impartially, based on the fact. They are not naturally tuned in to how they are affecting others. They do not pay attention to their own feelings, and even distrust them and try to ignore them, because they have difficulty distinguishing between emotional reactions and value judgments. This may be a problem area for many ISTPs.

Strengths: Energetic | Creative and Practical | Spontaneous and Rational | Know How to Prioritize | Great in a Crisis | Relaxed

Weaknesses: Stubborn | Insensitive | Private and Reserved | Easily Bored | Dislike Commitment | Risky Behavior

*Descriptions from 16personalities and Personality Page.

On my first day in office I will, of course, annex Slovakia. I’ll also go to the UN and offer them a chance to surrender before they face the might of the Czech army! Then, I’ll demand the Israelis give us back our air force, and press Czech claims on Taiwan, because everybody seems to have claims on Taiwan.

We will make Taiwan Czech again, for the first time!

Of course, the only logical next step is to engage in active cyber warfare against ALEPPO.

Pardon my rant. These deleted scenes have got me so aargh:(

What really pisses me off even more is that they could have given her a love interest and kept her in character. They could have done it but instead they wrote her like shit. 

#1 - Make Clint or Steve her love interest; Hello, Joss, both relationships have already been set up by previous movies. Taking it to the next step for either would be logical and in character and either choice leaves a close male/female friendship without being lovers intact. Clintasha=Brotp then Romangers=romance or Romanogers=Brotp then Clintasha=romance. See how easy that works.

#2 - you have your heart set on Bruce then here’s a thought make Bruce show a bit of interest in the woman. For the life of me I can’t understand the writing or director cues for Bruce. He is so awful in every scene. He looks like he is constipated and desperate to be anywhere then near the black widow. His fish face when she comes onto him in the farm is so cringeworthy it makes me physically ill to watch it. I can’t. 

#3 - And I can’t stress this enough Tony should have been the hulk whisperer. Joss did you even watch the Avengers? How does someone forget relationships that they wrote themselves? It’s a mystery to me.

Rising Flame (Part 2)

Originally posted by furyiosa

Masterlist

A/N: Sorry for the delay, everyone. I hope you can  understand that I can’t post as often as I used to. :(



The first thing I did the next day was replace the glass of the photo frame.  Then I decided I would start a new life, because that’s what Rick would wanted me to do, right?

The first months were hard, now and then I would wake up at nights panting and lying over burned sheets because of the nightmares I had, where my mind repeated everything that happened the day I Rick died.

I didn’t had to falsify anything since I never really got official documents, so all I had to do was to go and make the procedures to get new and official IDs. It felt good to have something with your name on it. It felt normal. Then, the next logical step was to get a job. I googled how to make a resume and started to apply in different places. After a few weeks Stark Industries called me for an interview, which was a huge achievement since I had never worked before and I had no references.

My mechanical skills helped me to get into the company, which later gave me the chance to work alongside Tony Stark once in awhile. He was a nice man, sometimes weird and sleep deprived, but a good man, always innovating stuff. A year after, Tony became a good friend, the only one I had in my new life, actually. I knew he was this kind of superhero called Iron Man, he told me once and I worked with him to improve one of his armors, even though, I never had the courage to tell him about my…abilities.


“Straight to home, (Y/N)” I’m serious” Tony told me, pushing me through the exit door the morning he found me asleep in the lab. The day before I’ve been working in the new prototypes of the arc reactor and I loose track of time, when I realized it was already too late to go back to the apartment, so I decided to sleep in one of the chairs.

“Yeah” I yawned “Says the one who never sleeps”. He giggled at my response and lead me out of the building. When I was driving in one of the company’s car, I stopped in the store I needed to buy some groceries before going home. I never thought I would be doing such normal errands.


Once in the apartment I managed to pull out the keys and open the door with one hand, while the other was holding the shopping bags. When I opened the door I almost dropped everything on the ground.

A woman in black onesie was sitting in the couch, leafing through a magazine blithely. When I entered the apartment, she placed the magazine again in the coffee table and stared at me. Her red hair shining with the sunlight that came through the window. I placed the bags on the counter and started to unpack everything as if she wasn’t there.

Was she Hydra? She knew I destroyed the place  and she was here to finish me or something?

“So, do you want a cup of coffee? Or you’ll just stay there and stare at me?” I questioned her, putting the teapot in the stove. She stood up, walking towards me with a grace I’m sure I’ve never seen before in someone.

Something in the way she moved made me feel uneasy. The water in the teapot started to heat up quickly. Not the time to blow things up, not yet.

“Tell me, (Y/N). How does it feel to know that you’re the only one who survived the day Hydra fell?” She asked me. Hydra. I tried not to think about that day, and to be honest, I had the hope that someone had survived. I poured some of the hot water in a mug trying to act relaxed.

“Then what? Are you here to kill me?”

She sat on a chair inside the kitchen with me. “Sadly I’m here to take you with me alive, but if you resist, I don’t have any problem with beating you up and drag you there” she answered. I couldn’t avoid huffing, she couldn’t be more arrogant.

“Good luck with that, sweetheart. I suggest you to leave my place before things go wrong” I replied, she wasn’t going to intimidate me.

Your place?” She said with a snarky laugh “You think we don’t know about your boyfriend?”. My hand clenched around the mug I was holding, the liquid started to boil. “We know more about you than yourself, (Y/N)” she finished.

“Don’t mention him” I said, more softly than I would like to.  “Who sent you?” I asked, regaining the confidence in my voice, she wanted me to get angry but that was not going to happen. I held back the small flames that were coming out of my arms. “Get out” I stated, I wasn’t going to play her game.

She looked at me with a smirk and I felt the urge to punch her so hard…I didn’t have to do it though, because the bottles of juice and milk I just bought were boiling and the flames of the stove started to grow.

Then, the liquids exploded and I took the chance to run away, but she was faster and stepped in front of me before I could reach for the door. She pulled out a pair of guns from her back and aimed at me, she was clearly trying to put some space between us.

I could tell she wasn’t scared, but yet, she wasn’t keen to feel my flaming hands on her body. I took advantage of that and walked closer to her, my arms relaxed next to my sides. I could have taken her down without using my powers, I was well trained and I could have done it easily, but right now, I wanted to keep her away from me asap.

She gave a step back and removed the safety catch of the guns. “Don’t make me do this” she warned me. I gave another step and she shoot. I jump to a side and avoided the… bullet? It was more like a small needle. She wasn’t trying to kill me. Why? She looked surprised at my reflects -I was surprised too-  and shoot once more, and once again I avoided it. She dropped the guns and ran to me trying to jump over me and take me down, but I moved quickly out of her way. I was sure she had backups somewhere so I really needed to get out of there. I set on fire the wooden floor, leaving her trapped in the kitchen.

And I ran. I just left the apartment and ran to the street trying to mix among the people. I slowed my pace and walked to a nearby store to hide in it. They weren’t so dumb to attack in a public place did they? Well, how wrong I was.

As soon as I turned in the corner three black cars cornered me, I immediately recognized the S.H.I.E.L.D. logo.  I turned around and ran in the opposite direction, pushing people aside, running in the middle of the streets. Whoever was chasing me didn’t know the concept of subtle,  some dudes in suits were running after me and a big helicopter was above my head. Really? Was I such a threat? I never wanted to hurt anyone…

*****

“This is the worst plan I’ve ever heard” Steve stated, crossing his arms in front of him.

“Well, last time it was your plan and it didn’t work very well, did it?” Natasha replied. Steve frowned. He knew everything went wrong that day, that’s why he wanted to do things better this time, and he was pretty sure that the Natasha and Coulson plan wasn’t better.

“Steve is right. This will only scare her more and she might blow up the whole building. Again” Bucky talked “Send Stark, she already trusts him”

Coulson shook his head “We can’t take risks, and she hadn’t talked with Tony about her condition, she would suspect. The priority is to take her with us to the HQ, we already waited too long”.

“What if something goes wrong?” Steve asked. “You’re sending ten agents, all dressed the same, how’s that not suspicious? YOU ARE SENDING AN HELICOPTER FOR GOD SAKE”

“Relaaax. That won’t be necessary because nothing will go wrong, and if it does, we have this dude to fix it up” Natasha said, nudging Bucky, who was sitting next to her. Steve sighed, he wasn’t going to win that argument.

That’s why he was kind of happy when things went out of control.

*****

When I reached an empty road I knew there was no escape. I could feel the eyes of a sniper in the helicopter and I couldn’t really outrun the four cars that were behind me. I was trapped, but I wasn’t going to fall that easily.

I sent a beam of fire to one of the cars making it explode instantly, I wasn’t thinking anymore in the others, only in my safety.  The other cars stopped immediately and the helicopter started to fly a little bit farer than before. A man came out from one of the cars and approached me slowly but confidently.

“(Y/N), my name is Phil Coulson, we don’t want to hurt you. We need to take you to a safe place” The man said to me.  Pffft, safe place? With S.H.I.E.L.D.? My arms were ready to send another flame towards him. Another man was standing behind him, he looked concerned. He wasn’t like the other agents, he was wearing regular clothes, jeans and a grey t-shirt.

“S.H.I.E.L.D. killed everyone I knew” I yelled at him “Why should I go with you?”.  He never lost his stoic posture.

“Because this is what your parents would have wanted” he answered. Wait, what?! I shook my head in confusion, what was he talking about? Who was this guy?

The man in jeans walked towards me. There was something familiar about him. The flames in my hands started to dim.

“Why–how do you—who?” I couldn’t form a proper sentence, I had a lot of thoughts in my mind.

“That’s classified, but if you come with us we can tell you everything you need” Coulson spoke again.

“Coulson, you’re not helping” The other man said “(Y/N), I’m sorry for what happened that day. But we really want to help. We’ll explain you everything we know” he told me. There’s when I knew he was the one in the building that day, the one with the shield. I saw him on the news one day, he was Captain America. He seemed like a reliable guy, but I just couldn’t trust in S.H.I.E.L.D.

He walked closer to me and for some reason, I let him do it.  “I promise you’ll be fine” he continued. I looked at him doubtedly, why would someone like him wanted to help me? Probably he didn’t want to do it and they were just trying to confuse me.

“I was good before you came” I said, the fire taking control of my body again, the flames rising higher than before. I rose my arm ready to shoot him but then I felt a puncture in the back of my neck. I touched with my hand the place where I felt it and I pulled out a dart from my skin. I totally forgot about the sniper on the helicopter. Soon I started to feel numb, the fire in my arms dissapeared and I fell to the ground. I wasn’t completely unconscious though.

“Bucky, what the hell?!” I heard Captain America yell. My eyes were half closed, but I could still see how several men approached and surrounded me, I tried to move but my body was totally immobile. I felt how I was picked from the floor by someone and placed in one of the cars.

I saw a black figure descending from a wire from the helicopter, it was a man. When he approached to us I recognized him as the one who was chasing me through the woods before I jumped off of the cliff. Who are these people?

“She was going to agree to come with us” Captain America talked again.

“No she wasn’t” the man in black said. True, I wasn’t.  “She almost burns Natasha to death” he continued. I assumed the woman in the apartment was Natasha.

“I told you it was a bad plan” I heard the Captain voice again. I didn’t know about what  plan he was talking but it wasn’t that bad if they caught me.

“She won’t be asleep for too long” the man called Coulson said. “The tranquilizer won’t last long, her body will reject it fast, she’s probably half awake now”. How did he know that? That man definetely knew more about myself than I.

Someone got into the car with me and the vehicle started to move. I felt that  it was a long, long trip.

Headcanon: During the Golden Age, Lucy was the only person who could calm Peter down when he was in a true rage. Edmund was too diplomatic and political, so his reasoning only irritated the ever loyal Peter. Susan’s logic and mothering made him feel smothered and he couldn’t quite bring his emotions down to see the sense. Lucy, however, had a way of catering to Peter’s emotions while at the same time bringing him to a point where he could reconcile with himself as to making the next step. Really, she brought him back to Aslan and made him think about why he was feeling how he was. She was Peter’s comfort where Edmund was his support and Susan was his pillar

Arcadia

“You want us to do what?”

Mulder looked over at the shocked expression on his partner’s face, an expression he was carefully keeping from being mirrored on his own. He glanced at Skinner, who was apparently very interested in the papers on his desk all of a sudden.

“Because there is not as yet any definitive motive or explanation for the disappearances,” Skinner said lightly, “the case falls under the purview of this department. And since the conventional investigative techniques employed by local law enforcement have proven ineffective, it’s been decided that an undercover approach is the logical next step.”

“But sir–”

“This is the assignment, Agent Scully. You have 24 hours to make arrangements and get on a plane to California. Am I understood?”

“Well, yes sir, but… I’m just surprised that the FBI saw fit to buy an $850,000 house for this operation.”

“They didn’t.” Skinner looked up. “An arrangement was made between the bank and the local DA’s office. We have access to the house for two weeks, with the option to extend the occupation on the condition that it is warranted.” He looked pointedly at Mulder. “So no, the house doesn’t belong to the FBI. Let’s try to bear that in mind, shall we?”

“You hear that, Scully? Dad says no raging parties,” he deadpanned, and he was rewarded with one arched eyebrow.

“Agent Mulder–”

“Don’t worry, sir. I’ll keep her in check.”

Skinner shook his head. “Right. Agent Scully is the one I’m worried about,” he muttered, then cleared his throat. “You’ll coordinate with the San Diego field office. Any analysis that can’t be performed on-site, you can run through them, but the bulk of the crime scene processing will have to be your responsibility, and done in a manner that won’t arouse the suspicion of the neighbors. To that end, you can requisition equipment from the field office as well. Put together a list of what you’ll need and call it in this afternoon.”

“Didn’t the local police already process the scene?” Scully asked, frowning.

“The hope, Agent Scully, is that you will find something they might have missed.” Skinner closed a file folder and handed it across his desk to Mulder. “I need these forms filled out and returned within the hour, in order to pull documents together establishing your cover identities. That’ll be all.”

Mulder stood, meeting Scully’s eyes and finding in them nothing matching his own amusement. This assignment was absurd, and he couldn’t see how it was an X-File, but it was still hilarious, the idea of them posing as a married couple in suburban Southern California. Especially given how often they were mistaken for a couple as it was. How did she not see the humor in that?

He led the way back out into the hall, then slowed enough for her to draw alongside him. “So what do you think? Ozzie and Harriet? Or should we be Ward and June? I think I see you as more of a Harriet than a June, but I don’t know if I can pull off Ozzie…”

“I’m a little more worried about equipment requisition than names right now,” she said, her voice clipped. “I think we should talk to someone in the lab and get their advice about what would be most useful to have.”

“Well, why don’t you go take care of that, and I’ll fill out the paperwork for Skinner. Divide and conquer.”

She nodded. “Yeah, okay. I’ll coordinate with San Diego, and you handle the stuff related to our cover. Just… nothing too ridiculous, name-wise, all right?”

“You realize you’re talking to a guy named ‘Fox,’ right?”

An indelicate snort erupted from his normally-subdued partner. She shook her head, reaching out to press the elevator call button. Mulder grinned.

They got on the already-crowded elevator when it arrived, squeezing together into one corner. There was, Mulder realized, a bright side to this whole ridiculous assignment. As her partner, it would be weird if he pulled her back against him, or if he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and tucked her snugly into his side. Pretending to be Scully’s husband, however, could afford him all sorts of opportunities to give in to the impulses he ordinarily had to resist. It was perfectly acceptable, for example, for a man to tuck his wife’s hair behind her ears when it fell forward into her face. Or to reach out and take her hand for no reason whatsoever.

Maybe there would even be a situation wherein the only way to salvage their cover was to kiss her. Convincingly.

The elevator doors opened again, and Scully turned to look up at him. “I’ll see you back in the office in an hour or so, all right?”

“You got it, honey.” Her eyes went wide, and he chuckled. “Just practicing. Gotta make sure we’re ready to play the part.”

She rolled her eyes, stepping off the elevator to head down to the lab. Mulder watched her walk away until the doors closed again. Yeah, he had a feeling he wasn’t going to mind this assignment so much, after all.

Because my brain is that sort of an asshole to me that as soon as I realized the labels were NOT the same (and yes I went and checked), I could no longer enjoy believing Hannibal had saved that one bottle of wine all that time. I have an alternate theory. I put some of it on one of genufa‘s posts on the matter, but have expanded it to make it extra bittersweet. 

Hannibal had been saving that bottle, but one of the of the nights we was staring mournfully at Will’s empty chair, he broke down and drank it. 

When Will broke up with him in Digestivo, and he decided the logical next step was to turn himself in, he spent the day getting the cliff house ready for the inevitable moment that he’d return there, with Will. 

Which included a trip to the wine store, where he found the bottle that most closely resembled the bottle Will had brought - same varietal or blend, similar vintage qualities. But of course like 10 times more expensive and refined. 

He cellared that, headed back to Will’s house, and tipped off the FBI to come find.

Additional alternative - it’s Will’s bottle they’re drinking in the event horizon of chaos discussion in Tome-wan. 

Someone please help me understand...

So let me preface this by saying I am a HUGE Richonner, but for some reason I can’t get past Rick forgetting about Michonne when he first got to Alexandria. In my logical mind I get the fact that he was supposed to “be with Jessie” in order for him to evolve and be ready to take the next step with Michonne, but as a woman I don’t know how I would feel if my husband went chasing after another woman before he finally realized I was the one. Especially if I had been his ride or die for so long. I’ve been working on my first Richonne video and rewatching some of the episodes and there is one in particular that hurts my heart for Michonne and just makes me want to go slap Rick!

They are at the party that Deanna threw for them and Rick is in his weird Jessie head space. Somehow I think Michonne is sad even though she can’t really understand why. During this time she also seems to give Rick his space to “do his thing”. She’s on the porch and Abraham comes out and they start chatting. Towards the end of the conversation he is talking about how well things have worked out for him. He turns to Michonne and asks, “What about you? What have you done?”

To which Michonne replies, “I put on this dress.”

Abraham looks at her and says, “try again”.

She doesn’t look pleased when he says this to her. As if she’s exposed and doesn’t like it. There was so much more that wasn’t said in that brief conversation.

I don’t think she was aware at the time about why she felt bothered, but she did feel something. Everytime I watch this scene I feel so sad because after everything she did for Rick he should have been on that porch with her. He should have noticed that she wasn’t in the room and should have searched for her. I feel very salty about her being overlooked (for a lack of a better word). Maybe I’m reading it wrong so I need someone to share a different perspective with me to help me feel less conflicted during Rick’s stupid phase. I know Richonne is endgame, but sometimes I feel he should make amends for that. Acknowledge it. So I need help understanding it so I can let it go.

5

When I was younger and Capcom had culminated (at the time) its Marvel “vs” line of fighters with Marvel vs. Capcom, I wondered what would be the next logical step. At the time I dreamed of Konami vs. Capcom, a game that would bring together Capcom’s stable with Konami’s epic characters such as Lance and Bill from Contra, the Belmonts and Alucard from Castlevania, Solid Snake and others from Metal Gear, heck even Bayou Billy, Oolong from Yie Ar Kung Fu or a cop from Crime Fighters. It could have been amazing, but alas was never to be.

What happened instead was a partnership with SNK, which seemed to make sense. Like Konami, SNK was also an industry giant with several timeless games under their belt, and they even had fighting game experience! Sadly, the first two offerings from Capcom not only focused exclusively on the characters from each company’s fighting games (excluding other genre characters), but was also hard for me to look at due to the mishmashing of art styles between the various sprites, the backgrounds and even visual effects like flames and projectiles.

I wish I could say I found SNK/Playmore’s vision to be better. The “all fighting characters” roster concept hasn’t changed except for a small handful of hidden characters and bosses. This was an opportunity for SNK to trot out some of their old relics like Guerilla War, Time Soldiers, Street Smart or their many non-fighting Neo Geo games. You’ll find none of that here, despite their obvious willingness to utilize old characters in The King of Fighters 2000. But maybe it’s just a purely good fighting title? Sadly, I don’t think so. There’s a cardinal sin for fighting games in SVC Chaos: hit detection. It seems like at least once per match, sometimes more, I would see characters–mine and the computer’s–have attacks go right through an opponent even though they should clearly have hit. Adding to the puzzlement is the computer’s tendency to occasionally make attacks that have no chance of hitting, like a standing kick from more than an inch out of range. The computer seems to have two modes: nearly brain dead and cheap fighting savant.

Okay, but does it at least look good? Depending on your preference, maybe. I will certainly say it looks interesting, but not that great. You know those cartoons or comics from when you were a kid where a character or team would end up in an alternate universe and they would be looking at themselves and wondering why they looked completely unreal? That’s what we have here with the Capcom team. SNK’s characters, coming from the King of Fighters and other Neo Geo games, look right at home. But the Capcom characters have been shrunk in size (due to the resolution differences between CPS1/2 hardware and the Neo Geo) and reduced in colors, which makes them look… Weird. They’ve also picked up the odd tendency for expressions with bulging eyes when hit or pulling off certain moves, and the animation is pretty jerky. Overall, it’s not flattering. We’ve seen some pretty poor graphics jobs on Neo Geo games in the past, but nothing has ever made the system feel so over the hill as the direct comparison that has to be made between the way Street Fighter characters look on Capcom hardware and this system. As one of the last games ever released for the Neo Geo, it’s almost an insult. You don’t go to someone’s retirement party and then challenge the old-timer to an arm-wrestling match.

As a total aside to all of those things, I do have to give at least a tiny thumbs up for a game which allows you, with some work, to pit the Mars People of Metal Slug against the Red Arremer from Ghosts ‘n Goblins.

If you’re good enough, you can even fight against Athena from her original arcade game, complete with sword, heart shield and gold bikini. Like Red Arremer (and the Violent Ken character), she’s completely overpowered. At least with the bosses in an SNK game, you kind of expect that level of unfairness. It’s a shame the rest of the game had to be permeated with such quality problems as well.

Housewarming || Elias + Audrey

This had moved fairly quickly between Elias and Audrey, however it wasn’t something that Elias was going to complain about in the slightest. It was no secret that he adored Audrey, wanted to be with her for the foreseeable future, and he had already made his promise of forever very clear to her. Moving in together just seemed like the next logical step now that his father was moving in with Paige. Luckily Audrey had felt the same way. 

After a long day at work, Elias walked into to Audrey’s office, swinging the keys to their place in his hand. He had snuck out just after lunch to go and make sure her present was in position for when they got home, and he couldn’t wait to see her reaction. “Ready to get out of here?” he asked her with a grin, having already packed up his work for the afternoon. They had only had their place since yesterday, but now it felt a lot more real. Going home every night with Audrey was more than he could have wished for.

Others have written about how the Bruce x Natasha romance in AoU is a crucial part of Natasha’s hero’s journey, and I completely agree. I don’t particularly want to get into the fandom war on this, but to me, a romantic relationship was a logical next step for her, as the past several movies have developed various aspects of her character, from her skills, to her loyalties, to her path to redemption, to her friendships with the other Avengers.

The same is true for Bruce, but although he’s made progress on his journey, it feels more a case of one step forward, two steps back. Which makes total sense for his character. All of the Avengers have inner demons they’re battling as much as the outside enemies, but Bruce’s battle with Hulk is the most obvious…obviously. ;) I wrote about how effectively the visual effects conveyed this emotional turmoil at the conclusion of the Hulkbuster scene. Not only is that moment poignant in itself, but it has added resonance because of the parallels with the opening battle sequence, contrasting a more controlled Hulk as a crucial part of the team to take out a Hydra base, with the out of control (or under someone else’s control) Hulk fighting against Tony and destroying primarily civilian buildings in a city. Even the two post-battle scenes on the quinjet parallel: Bruce’s wary acceptance of Hulk’s place on the team vs. Bruce being personally devastated by Hulk’s rampage.

I’m also struck by the juxtaposition of integration vs isolation in Bruce’s arc. In the first part of the movie, Hulk fights bad guys, has a special rapport with Natasha, and as Bruce he has an awkward relationship with Thor, is Tony’s science bro, has guy talk with Steve, and of course, is the object of Natasha’s romantic interest. He has a place and he has relationships, and he’s so far from where he was at the start of Avengers. But then we see him post-Hulkbuster, where he looks around after the battle and is an object of terror. (And of course I can’t help but think about that in contrast with post-Battle of New York, when there were Hulk fans on the news.) His worst fear has come to pass, and it’s no wonder he feels the need to leave.

And yet…he doesn’t do so immediately, and he also doesn’t feel–at least not at first–that he must remain totally isolated. Natasha gets through to him enough that even after Africa, he believes maybe he can have a life with her. He doesn’t go totally back to square one. Which gives me a lot of hope that eventually, in one (or over the course of several) film, he’ll get to the point where Natasha is on his own hero’s journey. (And that their window will be open!) For now, I  really like that AoU didn’t tie up his arc or really give much of a clue into what’s next for him. It’s one of the character journeys I’m most looking forward to in the MCU.