Luis was the real hero of antman. He saved that random security guy because he was a rando security guy and didn’t deserve to die. The whole building was about to implode in a fiery vortex of pain, and he’s thinking “Oh no, I better make sure that guy I tied up earlier is ok!” Most main characters would have forgotten about the security guard they beat up and shoved in the nearest closet, but Luis is better than that. He’s here to save everyone.
when cicero writes to atticus in 67 BC: “mind you don’t engage your library to anyone, however keen a lover you may find; for I am hoarding up my little savings expressly to secure that resource for my old age”
i’m crying like,, “don’t u dare give ur library to ur (new) lover bc i am far more important and it’s mine” ????????????????????? i love the m
During this initial skirmish, K-2SO also suffered damage to the carboplast-composite casing of his midsection. The blaster shot itself did not harm anything vital, but the heat of the burnt casing melted a length of interior wiring. He rerouted his functions and continued.
He had attempted to comfort Cassian when his master asked for an update. This particular dissemblance was, on reflection, a poor use of resources; it diverted K-2SO’s attention from an increasingly variable combat situation as well as his attempt to locate the Death Star technical schematics. As additional stormtroopers entered the antechamber, K-2SO had deactivated his self-preservation warnings, maintained his connection to the console, and savored the pleasures of wielding a personal energy weapon.
At that time, he also took several additional blaster shots to nonvital sections of his chassis. Rerouting his functions was becoming more difficult.
After this, two equally unavoidable complications arose nearly simultaneously:
First, a stormtrooper (K-2SO identified her as TK-4012 but resisted the urge to download her Citadel personnel file) fired a blaster bolt that impacted just over four centimeters off K-2SO’s programming port access door - a normally nonvital area through which K-2SO had rerouted multiple vital functions. The irony was not lost on him. He estimated he now had well over twelve seconds before a cascade failure resulted in his permanent deactivation.
Second, another stormtrooper (unidentified) fired a poorly aimed burst that delivered multiple particle bolts into the control console. Despite the Citadel’s unusually redundant systems, K-2SO found himself unable to access various vault mechanisms.
With approximately twelve seconds until total shutdown, K-2SO considered his options while Cassian screamed his name.
Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (p. 273-274) by Alexander Freed.
Do you ever think about the fact that the only reason, in and out of universe, that Percy isn’t considered a noble hero weathering the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune is because of his own pathological conviction that he’s a horrible person who on some level deserves all the bullshit that happens to him?
It’d be so easy to recast the entire Brairwood arc as a noble quest to defeat great evil, save an innocent city, secure justice for his family and put everything to rights with the support of true friends. Even the brutality and torture could be seen as the influence of a predatory, evil outside force preying on the wounded heart of a genuinely good man.
But because Percy sees himself as desperate and broken, an active participant in making a deal with the devil, someone who brought evil into the world for his own benefit and views his pursuit of the Briarwoods as inherently selfish and vengeful, the entire story reflects that. It’s not justice, it’s a petty grudge, a search for revenge that poisons him from the inside out and drags his friends down alongside, putting them in danger and corrupting their morals. Whitestone suffers, Cassandra suffers, his friends suffer, and on some level he’s convinced that it’s all because of him. Because he failed, or ran, or was too weak, and that sense of responsibility for things beyond his control haunts him long after the Brairwoods are gone.
@lhinelle there’s a significant lineage of powerful Jewish women, as leaders and otherwise. Sarah is the mother of the Jewish people, Rivka single-handedly saved Ya’akov and secured the future of Judaism, Rachel and Lea literally built the framework for Jewish tradition and observance to exist.
that’s just a few of the amazing Jewish women in the Torah (and I’m not even getting into Nach). there is so much already here for women, from the legacies of Devorah, Yael, and Yehudit to Glückel of Hamelin, Ernestine Rose, and Channah Szenesz.
I have no personal objection to female cantors, rabbis, soferets, Torah readers– in fact, I think women should and must be able to fill all these roles and more. what I take issue with is the ham-fisted insertion of a pagan goddess into Jewish tradition, along with the largely unsupported concept of the “kohenet”.
Snow ↳ “Don’t get me wrong. It’s a dream vacation. I mean, I load up, I go into space, I get inside the maximum-security nuthouse, save the President’s daughter if she’s not dead already, get past all the psychos who’ve just woken up. I’m thrilled that you would think of me.”
Here’s the main point of the preaching in our church last sunday.
Jesus came down to us for us to be saved from: sin, death, satan, God’s wrath and hell, and even to ourselves, and we must all know that there’s more to Jesus’ saviorship. Nowadays we only focus on His saviorship and it cause us to make our own idea of savior and this is dangerous. Like for example, we go our own way because we thought that when Jesus saved us we’re free to do whatever we want. We tend to make this “Saved-Secured-Sinning” as our motto unconsciously.
We have to embrace the new life He’s giving to all of us. When we acknowledge Him as our savior, we must also know that He is Lord - one and only - our Master, and this means that we follow everything that He says/commands. Jesus’ saviorship and Lordship cannot be separated, it always come together. Jesus has rescued us from death and set us free from sin that’s why we need to embrace this new way of life and not go back to where we were before.
Saving our planet, lifting people out of poverty, advancing economic growth… these are one and the same fight. We must connect the dots between climate change, water scarcity, energy shortages, global health, food security and women’s empowerment. Solutions to one problem must be solutions for all.
So the living conditions at the place I am right now became a little risky and I might need to find a new place soon. I’m working my ass off at two jobs but I still need more savings and financial security to move.
I’ll draw: literally anything.
What I’d like to draw: One Piece (preferably Zosan/Sanzo), Malec, Good Omens, Sterek, PJO/HOO, Miraculous Ladybug, ATLA, portraits, your OC-s, Voltron, Disney/Pixar/Dreamworks, The Raven Cycle (Pynch), Anime, etc
*strolls into the lab; yawning* Morning... *kisses Molly's cheek*
*blushing* Wow... a 'morning' and a cheek kiss.
*yawns again* It's been a long night. Mrs. Johnson's results in?
Yeah, hang on *moving to her desk* So, who died?
*rubbing his neck* Six students were found brutally murdered in a house on the outskirts of their University campus.
*sifting through papers; intrigued* Hmmm...so what happened?
*rolling his shoulders* Upon further investigation, we found instructions informing them the door would be locked behind them and their mission was to find the key. They were pitted against each other, mental trickery and cunning wordplay. One of the professors owns the house. A social experiment gone wrong. He tried to pass it off as a student party horror show *shaking his head* Tedious.
*flipping through the file; smiling* Well, Mrs. Johnson is no horror movie massacre.
*shakes her head* You were right. Asphyxiation caused by tetrodotoxin. Japanese fugu, wasn't it?
*nods* Exactly. Thank you, Molly. Now I have a husband to arrest *leaving the lab*
*stops at the door* Oh by the way, I'm in love with you *smiles; leaves*
Here’s a little math: Vanguard’s Jack Bogle says over long stretches of time, like when you’re saving for retirement, you can expect the stock market to return about 7 percent. That’s actually great because at 7 percent your money doubles every 10 years. For this example, let’s say you invest $10,000.
So you can make serious money … but you have to factor in say, 2.5 percent inflation. “All of a sudden the real return is not 7 percent but 4.5 percent,” Bogle says.
And then you add the fees from the mutual funds if you’re paying people to pick stocks. Some fees you can see, others are harder to see. “The mutual fund managers take very close to 2 percent, so that 4.5 percent now drops to 2.5 percent,” he says.
Then if you have an investment adviser they might charge 1 percent. You get the idea. All these fees on your investment have cut your hypothetical return by more than $130,000.
My F!Sole Survivor's Romance with Paladin Danse so far
-Gave her a laser rifle the first day they met
-Shit-ton of protecting settlements
-First flirt went waaaaayyy over his head
-Picked up on the second one though
-Killed a bunch of Super Mutants and ferals
-Kicked ass as the Silver Shroud and saved Kent
-Secured nuclear weapons out in the Glowing Sea
-Found out he was a synth via Maxson
-Promptly told Maxson to fuck off
-Modded my power armor so much that Danse asked to have another conversation
-Confessed feels and gave him the other wedding ring in my inventory
-In Sanctuary Hills
-By my Pre-War home
-After waking up, I hear a rousing “Ad Victoriam”
-Honeymoon consisted of saving an idiot from Super Mutants after trying to teach them Shakespeare, helping a family that is well over 400 years old, running away from BOS Vertibirds, defending The Castle from Institute Synthetic, discovering Vault 81, and fortifying settlements
-Have decided that Nick Valentine is practically Danse’s Father-in-Law
-Have also decided that the relationship is based on mutual trust/respect and a fuckton of weird shit happening.
My neighbour got a pre-declined credit card in the mail.
Wives are having sex with their husbands because they can’t afford batteries.
CEO’s are now playing miniature golf.
Exxon-Mobil laid off 25 Congressmen.
A stripper was killed when her audience showered her with rolls of pennies while she danced.
If the bank returns your check marked “Insufficient Funds,” you call them and ask if they meant you or them.
McDonald’s is selling the ¼ ouncer.
Angelina Jolie adopted a child from America.
Parents in Beverly Hills fired their nannies and learned their children’s names.
A truckload of Americans was caught sneaking into Mexico.
A picture is now only worth 200 words.
When Bill and Hillary travel together, they now have to share a room.
The Treasure Island casino in Las Vegas is now managed by Somali pirates.
And, finally…. * I was so depressed last night thinking about the economy, wars, jobs, my savings, Social Security, retirement funds, etc., I called the Suicide Hotline. I got a call centre in Pakistan, and when I told them I was suicidal, they got all excited, and asked if I could drive a truck. /credit