playing with the empire


Although Max willingly becomes Furiosa’s blood bag to save her life, there was no talk of romance between the two. 

“The world was too fast and brutal for them to have a chance of that. But love in a sense is making a gift of oneself to another. In a sense, Max gave her her Green Place.” ~ George Miller 

(Empire UK, Nov. 2015)

Choices and Disney

So I decided to do a row of posts comparing Choices stories and Disney movies!

And of course I’m starting with the most obvious one:

Endless Summer and Atlantis : the lost empire

These two stories have so much in common, it’s crazy . ( So are their plots)

It all starts with a mysterious island

And a group of ragtag misfit heroes, living the adventure of a lifetime . (All thanks to a rich sponsor)

On their way they meet many dangers, such as a giant mythological sea monster, that’s guarding the ocean around the island

They learn that this mysterious place is inhabited by an ancient tribe of people that live way longer than normal humans (thanks to powerful crystals) - a tribe that’s about to face its end and is slowly dying

They meet the shaman (king) of the tribe, who has a strong belief in the old faith of his ancestors.

The tribe has its own complex language, but since they’re incredibly fast learners a lot of them speak English soon after they meet our heroes for the first time.

And so the heroes learn about an ancient legend about the islands heart, a magical crystal

But as they find it, it’s immense power, too strong for a human to hold, takes over mind and body of one of our heroes friends ( who is also the main characters love interest) , possessing her and turning her into a danger to everyone.

(If I remember correctly, the islands heart in Atlantis was also missing something)

But the villains greed disturbs the ancient island spirits, leading to an enormous volcanic eruption

Thanks to incredible technology

The heroes manage to defeat the villain(s)

Helga Sinclair, skilled assassin, who later on betrays her boss, since she realizes her mistakes (basically a mix of Lila and Fiddler, the Katana lady)

And her boss, Commander - wait for it- Rourke (yes, seriously. ), whose greed for power almost causes the apocalypse ( I guess you know who this guy is a mix of) and who lastly dies in the lava , paying for his hybris.

Lastly our heroes manage to save the lost civilization - and the world - and can finally return home.


The quirky animal sidekick, that can control natural elements , here its lava.

( all screenshots are from Disneys Atlantis: the lost empire . The last one is from Atlantis: Mills return, if I’m not mistaken)

If you ask me, whoever came up with the idea for ES definitely watched this movie.

( And probably a whole lot of other movies, too, seeing as ES is really such a mash of movie tropes )


Revenge of the Sith | Tidbit Tuesday | Heavy Lies the Crown   

“He (Hayden Christensen) is smaller and lighter than I am, yet he has to do the same things I did and he has to appear just as if he is me. He walked a bit like Frankenstein, but he wanted to do it.” - David Prowse

In Revenge of the Sith George Lucas deliberately made the Darth Vader suit top-heavy (for instance adding weight on the helmet and armor) to make Hayden Christensen not appear “too accustomed” to it in the movie, therefore the suit that the actor wore was much more heavier than the ones Prowse used in the OT. Christensen’s Frankenstein-like walk and mannerism were intentional and deliberate to realistically portray Anakin’s suffering, clumsiness and difficulties in getting accustomed to his new artificial body and armor. The excruciating pain of his injuries and all the surgeries he went through and his new artificial legs, he was unused to, would naturally hinder his movement.

Regarding the height difference between the actors, Bob Anderson who played Vader in his fight scenes in Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi was 1,85 m, only 2 cm taller than Christensen. Because of the height differences - Anderson was 6'1" (1.85m), while Prowse was 6'7" (2.02m) - Anderson’s scenes were filmed from a lower angle to make him seem taller, or he stood on some small stilts.
Jessica Chastain in Talks to Play Villain in 'X-Men: Dark Phoenix'
Simon Kinberg is writing and due to make his directorial debut with the tentpole.

Longtime X-Men steward Simon Kinberg is writing and due to make his directorial debut with the tentpole, which is aiming to retell the defining Dark Phoenix storyline from the early 1980s comic book.

Sophie Turner is reprising her role as the X-Men heroine Jean Grey, aka Phoenix, a telepath who, in the comics, saw her powers become amplified to the Nth degree when she becomes imbued by a cosmic energy called the Phoenix Force. It eventually overtook her personality and made her bad, necessitating the X-Men to stop her.

The storyline was crudely adapted in 2006’s X-Men: The Last Stand, which was critically maligned and rejected by fans. Kinberg and co. are looking to redeem that effort with their own take that sources say will hew closer to the classic story by Chris Claremont and John Byrne.

If a deal makes, sources say Chastain would play Lilandra, the empress of an alien empire called the Shi’ar, who leads the quest to imprison and execute Dark Phoenix, leading her into conflict with the X-Men.

anonymous asked:

What about team nice dynamite playing surgeon simulator on a real person

Oh jeez that gets awfully bloody awfully quickly. It’s definitely  one of their nastier games, which considering who they are and what they’ve done is really saying something.

The idea is probably born in Caleb’s office. Michael’s grumbling his way through stitches, reluctantly laughing as Gavin makes a nuisance of himself while he waits, opening draws, playing with tools, theorising about what everything does, miming out increasingly disturbing looking operations until Caleb finally banishes him back to the waiting chair under the threat of a first-hand demonstration.

Still, the idea is planted and not even a week goes by before Michael and Gavin decide to rob a hospital, pick up a few tools of their own, and play doctor. They get everything from scrubs and gloves to speciality instruments and various medications, alongside a few of their own concoctions and no small number of personal knives. Their ‘surgery’ is an abandoned warehouse; not even one of Geoff’s, just somewhere private where no one will notice them making a mess. And boy do they make a mess.

Their first involuntary patient is a very bad man indeed, cruel and nasty and just generally lacking in heart. So they take his out. Dig around for a bit, surprised by the effort it takes to get through the ribcage, wondering at the sheer amount of blood, the various strange bits and pieces they rummage through, organs they examine then toss to the floor to continue their quest. Astonishingly the patient does not survive, but they manage to extract the heart before it stops beating so at the end of the day they call it a successful endeavour.

For the next sorry contestant, who had the misfortune of witnessing something he shouldn’t have and running his mouth in the wrong company, there is a very delicate eye surgery, followed by a far less delicate experimentation to determine which vaguely eye-shaped objects found laying around the penthouse would make the best replacements.

There’s a dirty cop working for the wrong gang whose night ends with his brain on the floor, a noisy thorn in Geoff’s side who involuntarily donates his kidneys to science, a brief foray into dentistry leaves a crook without their teeth, an arms-dealer who got a bit too touchy loses an arm, and in a move that’s more petty than anything else, a wanna-be conman who thought he could manipulate Gavin of all people gets to accidentally teach them just how quickly a person can bleed out when they’re missing their tongue. 

With all the compassion of serial-killers, the selfish amusement of egocentric children and the in-built bravado born from the unwavering support of a best friend the only end in sight for this awful new game is the inevitable moment Team Nice Dynamite gets bored and moves on to something else.

The rest of the FAHC doesn’t know what they’re up to in their spare time but have seen enough shared looks and whispered plans to know they’re doing something, have witnessed more than enough of that particular brand of nasty delight to know it’s something devastating. Still, when casual inquiry reveals nothing more than a pair of matching grins, somewhat secretive and entirely wicked, it’s generally agreed that it’s best to just sit back and wait for the mayhem to roll in.

Which is all well and good for a while, but eventually Jeremy and Ryan are bored enough, curious enough, nosey enough to give up on patience and track them down. It’s not particularly difficult, they’re not really hiding, but what has been seen cannot be unseen and Jeremy, for one, desperately wishes he’d left Ryan to investigate on his own. Ryan stands in silence, reaction hidden behind his mask though Jeremy fancies that there’s something upsettingly amused in the way he surveys what is undoubtably a makeshift surgery, eyes sharply interested as they flick around the room, to the blood on the floor, the walls, to the body on the table, the wailing heart-monitor and an IV bag filled with something oddly glittery.

Jeremy is feeling slightly less impartial. Maybe it’s just the surprise of it all; he was expecting another firework bomb, maybe a kidnapped cop or the makings of an elaborate prank, anything other than the cold, still, Dexter-like vibe of this particular undertaking. It’s almost too much, too disturbing, even with everything the FAHC have done, everything he himself has done. Perhaps it shouldn’t be, maybe it’s no worse, not really, but in the shock of landing in what looks like a horror movie torture room Jeremy can’t help but think that this is something else, that this is terrible.  

Then Gavin tears through, squawking up a storm and holding two eyeballs up over his head like they’re watching Michael, who’s roaring with laughter and whirling something pink and fleshy around like a lasso as he gives chase, and just like that the moment is thoroughly broken. Ryan snorts, turning on his heel and heading out the way he came but Jeremy can’t quite make himself leave, can’t even stay silent, not when Michael slides through something unnamable, wiping out into a tray of instruments and going down under a bombardment of misplaces organs like the worlds goriest slapstick routine.

The sound has Gavin finally catching sight of Jeremy, eyes widening in shock before he grins, wild and disastrous as he crows out a greeting, calling for the illustrious Doctor Dooley to come in and save him from the heavy-handed fumblings of Doctor Jones, and honestly at that point there’s really little else Jeremy can do but start looking around the room for a spare pair of gloves.


playing the Star Wars “Edge of the Empire” game, and the party has just narrowly defeated a group of Jabba’s palace guards in combat. The party consists of a Rogue Droid, a Gear Head, a Scoundrel, and a Force Sensitive. Two of the players have rolled for and sustained wounds from the encounter. 

GM: You managed to get the door open and enter a large droid maintenance room. Near the door is a sorry-looking droid puttering at a control panel. You are all bloody, beaten, and disheveled. He looks up at you as suspiciously as a droid can, and he says: “Are you supposed to be in here?”

Rogue Droid: YES.

GM: … Well, okay. Roll with Cool?

Rogue Droid: I got a 9 plus 1.

GM: So the droid completely believes you and turns back to his control panel. You’re in the clear.

Rogue Droid: And now I punch him while he’s not looking!

GM: Why? Uh, alright, roll with Hot.

Rogue Droid: (Silent for a few moments, then sighs.)

Gear Head: Well?

Rogue Droid: I rolled a 3.

GM: Your fist clanks weakly against the side of the droid’s head. He looks at you and discretely presses the intruder alarm. The alarm is now sounding loudly. What do you do?

Rogue Droid: I’m so sorry.

Gear Head: Ugh. Can I access the control panel remotely?


GM: What the fuck is a Shining Wizard?

Gear Head: It’s a wrestling move.

Scoundrel pulls up a YouTube video of the wrestling move being executed. GM is at a loss.

GM: Fine, roll with Hot.

Scoundrel: I ROLLED A 12.

Force Sensitive: Oh my God.

GM: You perform the move and his head explodes. He is effectively dead. 


Why couldn’t Henwick be the star of “Iron Fist”? Or another actor of Asian descent? After all, part of what made “Jessica Jones” and “Luke Cage” stand out were the distinct identities and concerns their protagonists carried into battle. Imagine an “Iron Fist” in which an Asian actor with a great deal of presence and real fighting chops (which Jones lacks) plays a man trying to reclaim his business empire from a group of white characters who don’t trust him and underestimate his skills. Those kinds of social, political, and moral clashes among specific characters and cultures could have amped up the drama — assuming the episodes didn’t take forever to establish relationships and dilemmas.

Even if you can put aside issues of cultural appropriation — and the ham-fisted “Iron Fist” doesn’t make that easy, given that it feeds its yoga-bro lead character a series of inert lines about Shaolin wisdom and Buddhist teachings — this superhero drama just feels inessential.

anonymous asked:

I was listening to the podcast where they interviewed Zethrid's VA and she called Lotor compassionate multiple times and I honestly don't know how to feel about that

I think an easy way to make a lot of sense out of Lotor’s character is that he has two conflicting impulses in most situations and which one dominates depends a lot on his context.

One side, I would agree completely, is compassion. See, Lotor’s whole mercy and equality speech to the empire might just seem to be him playing the good guy while setting up Throk, but… you have to consider his audience.

This is a culture that’s spent the last ten thousand years headed by a guy who has tried everything, up to and including flat-out murdering loyal galra, to destroy those very ideas. What Lotor makes the backbone of his speech out of is unpopular- it’s the essence of the ideals that made so many people willing to back Throk for overtaking the throne.

Because Throk isn’t merciful, and he’s no fan of equality, either- he’s exactly the kind of racist, elitist, takes pride in all of the opponents he’s cut down, that Zarkon just adores in a soldier. Throk is everything Zarkon thinks a proper galra should be.

Lotor values mercy. And I think it’s fair to say Lotor in most circumstances does not take any particular enjoyment from others’ pain.

But that’s only half of Lotor. There’s another side of him, and that side is bitter, vindictive, and operates with all the aggression of a wounded animal backed into a corner.

Part of Lotor- and a fairly fundamental, deep-held part of him, at that- has a very hard time getting out of the mindset that if he’s not in control, it means he’s in danger.

Because you can watch the people and situations that bring out Lotor’s callous side, and without fail, it’s either something dangerous, or he’s trying to establish control of the situation before he ever bares his softer side.

Because Lotor talks about mercy a lot, and virtually always in contexts where it doesn’t actually practically serve him. And Lotor hates Zarkon- and moreover, he hates what Zarkon embodies, what Zarkon believes in. That’s genuine. There’s an actual caring person in there who wants to believe in people, in peace and diplomacy.

To Zarkon, Voltron is tantalizing because he sees it as a weapon- the biggest, baddest weapon.

Lotor? The whole backdrop of Puig, and the heavy emphasis in season three of just what Voltron means to the universe is, to me, very telling for how Lotor sees Voltron, and why he’s trying to make his own.

Because Lotor’s secret agenda isn’t an unconquerable empire like Zarkon’s- Lotor wants to become a symbol of hope and freedom to the universe. He wants to challenge Voltron for its right to be everyone’s protector. Someone who doesn’t actually care about other people doesn’t covet that role when there are much cheaper and more accessible routes to approval.

But on the other hand, there’s the fact that Lotor has been stuck with Zarkon his entire life, and- being a caring person in that context has probably been pretty quickly, and profoundly, linked with maltreatment. Again, Zarkon has no qualms sentencing people to horrible situations for not adhering to his philosophy of the universe.

So there’s the other side of Lotor that always wants to be five steps ahead of everybody because that’s the only time he feels safe, and that raw nerve, that vulnerability, is a very loud voice in his head. And this is what makes a lot of his good intentions, so far, seem either very limited in their reach, or kind of hollow- because, he really only wants this to happen on his terms.

TL;DR: Lotor makes a lot of sense if you consider him both a compassionate person and someone with a massive defensive streak, and which one wins out in any given situation depends entirely on how safe he feels. 

Sleepover (Thievery Pt. 2) | Peter Parker x Reader

requested: original was not, but a bunch of people wanted a part 2, and i kinda think imma make it a series

summary: reader prepares to hang with the boys and they have a fun night, though something suspicious happens at 2 in the morning…?

word count: 1449

part 1 part 3


You ran a shaky hand through your hair as you tossed an over-sized sweatshirt in your backpack for tonight. Try as you may, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you recognized the man behind the Spider-man mask. When he touched you, it was the same electric feeling you got when someone else touched you, but you couldn’t figure out who. You frantically checked your watch and saw that it was 5:15. Shoot, if you don’t leave soon you’ll be late.

You zipped the bag hastily and slung it over your back, weaving around the bed and through your decorated door. As you got into your living room you dug around in the cupboard to find a pen and notepad and wrote out a note to your parents that you would be with Peter and Ned, and to call you or May if they needed you. Your parents were hardly around with your father being a surgeon and your mother being a flight attendant and since you’ve know Peter since you were 3 and in preschool together, they just kind of trusted him and Aunt May to take care of you.

Images of the fight flashed across your mind, red and blue, webs everywhere, and heat causing your face to flush and hands to sweat. You didn’t want it to ruin your night with your best friends though, so you shoved it to the back of your consciousness. You tossed the pen back in the drawer and slammed it in impatience and rush. You then turned to the door finally prepared to leave. As you pulled it open, however, you came face-to-face with Peter’s clenched fist, prepped to knock.

“Oh my god!” You sucked in a breath of shock and surprise and grasped his fist, lowering it away from your face. He blushed and looked down at his feet. “Pete, what are you doing here? We are coming to you.” You asked him confused.

“Oh, I was just kind of in the area and figured I could come and walk with you.” He sounded out of breath and looked a little haggard but you figured it was just from the exercise. Admittedly, you were relieved that he was here. You were kind of frightened from the earlier ordeal and it was nice to have another person with you.

“So want to head out? I’ll take that.” He gestured to the elevator down the hall and took your bag from you to hold. You couldn’t help but notice for the millionth time that over the last few months Peter had gotten fairly fit. The tightly would muscles in his forearm bulged a little in his forearm, it was your weakness.

“Oh, thanks Pete.” You thanked him, blushing profusely. He nodded a polite reply and then you two set out. You remained silent throughout the elevator ride, the only noise being the ringing sound of the bell that goes off as you pass each floor, ding, ding, ding, ding. By the time the doors opened you decided you couldn’t hold in the secret anymore. It was nearly bursting out of you and Peter was the one person on earth with whom you felt truly safe and at home, you trusted him with your life.

“Peter, I have to tell you something…” You whispered as the two of you pushed through the glittering revolving lobby doors. Out on the street it was louder and you felt less worried about someone overhearing. Peter tensed up at your comment, weird.

“What’s up?” He asked you in a weird high voice, the one he always used when  he was trying to cover something up. You put that aside for the time being, with your confession being so extreme.

“I met Spider-man today,” You said it really fast from excitement, he looked nervous. “I was going to Delmar’s like I said, and a gunman came in. I began to fight him and then he went on fire and then Spider-man came in and he was beating the guy up and then I opened the ice cream freezer and then he webbed him and he thanked me for my help!” It all came out in one breath. Relief flooded your body, stabilizing you, and allowing you to take a deep breath.

“Wait, what? He had a gun! Y/N, oh my god have some sense. No level of fighting can stop a bullet!” He seemed really angry at you, and it was weird that he seemed more focused on the fact that there was a gun than anything else. Then again, even Spider-man hadn’t seen the gun, seeing as the man was on fire by the time he came in. 

“No, Peter, you aren’t listening… I MET SPIDER-MAN!” You were waving your hands around in excitement at this point. He turned to you and despite his clear unease he choked out a snort at your glee.

You spent the rest of the walk home telling him all about Spider-man, with him smiling this small humble smile and simply listening to you.

You were completely at home in Peter’s living room, with your legs resting on Ned and your head on Peter’s lap you were living the luxury life. The Empire Strikes Back was playing in the background but you guys were trading your best pick-up lines, it was your turn; “Did you just fart?” You asked them, arching an eyebrow. They both shook their heads innocently. “Cause you blew me away!” You threw your head back, laughing at your own terrible joke. Peter chuckled and Ned snorted. 

“That was solid, Y/N.” Peter looked you right in the eyes and said, “You look ill… You must be lacking vitamin ME.” And he booped your nose. You giggled and tickled his chin, always knowing his weaknesses.

“Oh spare me the love fest.” Ned whined. To which you became embarrassed and sat straight up off both of them and leaned into the couch. You couldn’t see Peter mouthing what the hell to Ned, and him shrugging in apology. You immediately felt cold, both physically and emotionally, from the lack of Peter.

From that point on you all sat on your squares of the pull-out couch and watched the movie in silence. But you couldn’t focus. Peter’s hand was right next to yours and you wanted nothing more than to intertwine them and pull him close. You could smell him from here, he smelled of maple and cinnamon.

You were shot back to the day when the two of you were 7, you were dressed up as Princess Leia, a white bed sheet wrapped around you and he was dressed as Han Solo, with a cowboy vest.

“Come here Leia!” He called to you, holding out a small hand. You skipped over to him and gripped it tightly to your chest. “I love you,” You whispered dramatically. “I know.” He gasped and then fell to the ground dramatically. You fell over with him and both rolled around on the ground clutching your aching tummies. He stopped suddenly and sat straight up, golden curls pointing at odd angles. “Will you be my Leia?” He asked. “I already am.” You’d replied.

Remembering that day, you suddenly did something that you never would have done. Maybe, it was because you had fought someone today or maybe you were just growing up but you felt a surge of confidence. You hooked your pinkie over his. You glanced at his face and although he was facing straight ahead, an excited smile crept over his face and weaved his fingers through yours so you were really holding hands.

The feeling you had was indescribable. This was everything you ever wanted. Peter had to have some of the same feelings as you, considering for the rest of the night he moved closer and closer until you were leaning on his shoulder. You fell asleep gradually, breathing him in and feeling completely at peace.

A light noise woke you up to a dark living room lit only by the menu screen from the movie and the absence of Peter next to you. You guessed he went to the bathroom. Sitting up and stretching your back, you heard a noise come from his room, like a small bang of something falling. You stood up to investigate and made it to his doorway, you rubbed your eyes to rid them of the sleepy blurriness and saw something on the ceiling. You looked up and switch on the light just in time to see the hero you worked with earlier peel his mask back. Surprise hit you like a truck, knocking the breath out of you and making you light-headed.



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Hunter: I pull up to the landspeeder and try to open the door - stealthily.

DM: …Okay, roll for stealth.

H (rolls a 3): Fuck

DM: You open the door and see three clone troopers staring at you.

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