the complete fight scene

You know whats fukin ridiculous about the awards is that Mob Psycho 100 got the award for “Best Action” and “Best Fight Scene” when to be honest, that’s COMPLETELY not what Mob Psycho is all about… hah;;;

I’m glad they got the award!! Honestly! But you know how IRONIC it is that the whole point of Mob was NOT about fighting??? YEAH….


“When I take something from a man - his ship, his money, his life - I don’t hide behind a clerk. I don’t hide behind the law. I don’t hide behind anything. I look him in his eye and I give him every chance to deny me. That is legitimate.”


It was a beautiful scene, wasn’t it? We were quite cold and that just breaks you down to be completely present in the scene. Under those circumstances, you either fight against the physical difficulties and you can’t concentrate because your body’s shaking or you are completely thrown into it and believe every moment quite easily. I think that was one of those moments where it was quite comforting for Lucy and I to be next to each other… It was so sweet, very sweet actually. What I loved about that’s scene is that it shows the love between the characters.

Stop Looking at Him

Originally posted by tomhollandislife

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count: 2135

Author: The one who is completely obsess with Peter, Kate

Warnings: Um… Kissing? There’s a fight scene…

A/N: HECK YES GUYS!!! First, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to ‘anonymous’ for the PROMPT and requesting this fic! It’s my favorite one that I’ve written. Anyways… Guys! Can’t you tell how much better my writing is when I have a prompt? AND it’s not so fluffy that you’re suffocating in all the fluff… Okay, sorry, sorry go ahead and read the fic now… 

“Y/N!” Peter whispered. You were both in History class, in the computer lab, working on a research project that you had paired up with your best friend, Peter Parker for. Well, you were supposed to be working on the project, anyway. 

“What?” You breathed back through the pen that you were subconsciously chewing on, your eyes still focused on Daniel through the monitors. This was the only class you could secretly spy on your semi-crush without anyone catching your gaze. Unfortunately, Peter knew you better than anyone, sometimes even your self. And, he was also slightly jealous that Daniel was getting more of your attention than he was. A few months ago, he had started developing feelings for you, but then he got bit by that spider, and he couldn’t tell you. He just couldn’t put you in that danger of being in a relationship with a superhero.

“You’re doing it again!” Peter said, looking at you exasperatedly. You looked at him, biting your lip. You could stay on track most of the time, but you had completed today’s work yesterday, while Peter was out of class, for some reason. 

“Doing what?” You asked guiltily, knowing perfectly well what Peter was accusing you of.

“Y/N, you’re staring at Daniel! And we’re supposed to be working!” Peter looked at you with round eyes. You bit your lip harder, trying to contain a blush. You didn’t think that Peter would be watching you. 

“I’m not looking at him!” You insisted, cringing at your high-pitched voice. It always was higher when you were lying or mad. Peter titled his head to the side, laying on his unbelief very heavily. You huffed, and went back to your computer, checking that all your deadlines for the project were set. Finding nothing to do, you opened up the school newspaper online. Your article came up first under the title New York’s Very Own Masked Hero. Peter looked at your screen disinterestedly. ‘Another one?’ he thought. For weeks, he had been trying to dissuade you from following Spider-Man so closely, seeing as he loved you too much to put you in that danger of knowing that your best friend was the one under the mask. He wished he could tell you, but he wouldn’t until it put you in more danger to not know. 

Growing bored with your article drafts, you started zoning out, taking a peak around your monitor every once in a while to sneak another look at Daniel. Peter noticed your frequent head movements, and grew more frustrated with your behavior.

“Stop looking at him!” His tone caught your attention right away, it was full of annoyance at you, and it was quite obvious you were daydreaming, as normal.

“Peter, we’ve already finished our wor-”

“You like him, don’t you?” He asked, accusingly. You stuck your tongue out at him. Peter cracked, and a smile shone through his annoyance. You turned back to your computer, trying to focus and actually get this survey up online. Slowly, so you wouldn’t notice, Peter slipped a black notebook from your backpack. Though he wasn’t supposed to know what it was, Peter knew it was full of all your writing prompts and fanfics. On more than one occasion, he had found stories of Spider-Man saving you, and it had always helped him focus during long nights of stopping crime. He just wanted to check one thing. If you were having difficulty analyzing a situation, or you were very emotional about something, you would often write stories from multiple different viewpoints to help you calm down and remember exact details. He opened to the last entry he had read, and flipped through a few more of the pages. Just skimming the pages, he saw titles for ‘Daniel and the Dinosaurs’ which was apparently another one of your nightmares that “dream” Daniel had saved you from. There were also imagines about movie nights, and just becoming closer to Daniel. Peter mocked the name in his head, feeling more down by the second. He wasn’t included in any of these stories, where as before, he normally had a 1:3 ratio. 

‘Maybe she would like me better than him if she knew I was Spider-Man.’ Thought Peter, as he saw yet another Spider-Man fan page. He slipped the notebook back, and rested his jaw on his crossed arms, trying to ignore his thoughts of revealing his secret.


Finally, school was out for the day, and History class had been moved to the black depths of your memory. You skipped up to Peter’s locker, a pencil behind your ear, and your notebook in your arms. 

“Hey, Peter! Guess what!” You laughed ecstatically. He looked up from his backpack, which always seemed to be stuffed, even on the days you didn’t have homework, and smiled. Your conscious noticed the smile didn’t nearly reach his eyes, like they normally do, but you shook it off.

“What’s up?” He asked, focusing back on his locker.

“I totally nailed our Algebra test!” You grinned. “Guess all that tutoring paid off, huh, Parker?” He smiled an answer, and this one was sad, too. You were about to ask what was wrong when your phone beeped an alert from your police scanner app.

“Armed robbery on 13th.” You read out loud. MIdtown wasn’t far from there, and if your hurried, you might be able to get some pictures of Spider-Man in action.

“I’ve got… I’ve got to go.” Peter sputtered, pulling on his backpack quickly.

“Yeah, me too.” You clicked your phone off.

“Y/N, don’t go to the robbery.” Peter said quickly.

“And why not? What if Spider-Man is there? I can get some great pic-”

“Just… don’t. It’s dangerous. What if you get hurt?” You didn’t get to answer; Peter was already gone.

“Spider-Man will make sure I won’t.” You smiled, pulling a battered camera out of your backpack. You tried to run fast through the streets, bumping into multiple people who threw dirty looks at your back. Slowly and cautiously, you rounded the corner of 13th, and snapped a few shots of the police barricades. You continued round the mob of people, and surreptitiously slipped through the police. The bank came into view, and you heard a loud voice echoing through the building. You silently slunk through the doors, and squatted, your camera at the ready. 

“So, Spidey, looks like your all webbed up.” A coarse voice laughed. Again, you moved silently closer to the action. You expected to see the burglars stuck in webs, as was normal. Instead you saw your hero plastered to the wall in a net of webs that looked significantly different from the formula that you had spent months memorizing. Spider-Man was stuck. You gasped, and 3 men wielding guns and daggers turned at the sound. The eyes on Spider-Man’s mask widened with the proportion of his actual eyes. 

“NO! Y/N GET OUT OF HERE!” Peter yelled, his chest rising rapidly. You turned to run, but the biggest man with a dagger caught your arm, and twisted it painfully behind your back. Your eyes filled with terror as you felt the cold metal of the dagger push your throat. Peter was going berserk. He twisted back and forth through the web, trying anything to get to you, to save you.     

“Look at that, boys. Spider-kid has a girlfriend!” The robber laughed, pressing the dagger even tighter against your throat. Your breathing was uneven and shallow as you felt the skin break underneath the pressure.

“Please, please don’t hurt h-her. Do whatever you want-t to me, but don’t hurt her.” Spider-Man pleaded as he saw a bead of crimson blood roll down your snow white neck. Peter searched his mind frantically for anything, anything that would help. If he tried to cut open the web, you would die. If he tried to web the dagger, you would die. An idea came to him as he saw a tear roll out of your crystal blue eyes. He had installed that frequency emitter next to his web shooters. It would emit a sound frequency that would shock the villains into a neurological stupor until the police came, and he could reach it the button. He looked at you again, and realized it would affect you too. And he had never tested it before to see if the effect was permanent.

“WHY YOU LITTLE BRAT!” The villain holding Y/N screamed. You had twisted your head to bite his arm, and you also stepped on his foot to try and release his grip. He loosened his grip slightly, and you twisted out of his arm, but his dagger caught the flesh underneath your shoulder deep. You tripped, and one of the other robbers caught you, pressing his gun into your cut. Tears filled your eyes as the gun rubbed the wound. The man you had bitten pulled out a pistol, and aimed in straight at your forehead.

“Hope you don’t mind, Spidey, but I’m going to have to kill the girl.” He said, cocking the gun. Peter slammed the frequency button, hoping against hope it would do something. Time seemed to slow as Peter watched the trigger being pulled, and then everyone collapsed in their spots. Peter cut the web, and fell on the floor, terrified to see what state you were in. You were sprawled on the ground, a tear still midway down your cheek. Peter anxiously held you to his chest, checking your forehead for any wounds. The trajectory of the bullet had been messed up when the robber fell, and had grazed the skin just above your right eye, but it wasn’t deep. Peter breathed for the first time in a minute, and picked you up like a baby.


You woke up suddenly on a small bed. Your heavily bandaged arm ached from the muscle spasm of regaining consciousness, and you felt extremely dizzy sitting up. You fell back onto the bed.

“Y/N. You’re awake. Thank goodness you’re awake.” A blurry version of Spider-Man’s mask swam into your eyesight. You mouthed a question, but no noise came out. 

“Y/N. Y/N. Do you remember me?” Spider-Man asked in a very familiar voice.

“How-how do you know my name?” You asked, your head throbbing. That was Peter’s voice, but he couldn’t be Spider-Man. You were just hallucinating. 

“I-uh. I’ve read your articles about me.” The hero obviously lied, turning his head down just like Peter normally does. You looked around as your vision cleared. Peter’s room. You were in Peter’s room on his bed. Why would Spider-Man be in Peter’s room? You reached up to the mask with shaky fingers. Peter instantly froze at your touch. It felt like a zap of electricity through the mask. You bit your lip, and pulled the mask off. Your hand fell back to your side as Peter’s face was unveiled. A thousand, no a million questions raced through your mind as gibberish stumbled out of your mouth. Peter’s eyebrows knit together in guilt.

“Peter? You’re Spider-Man?” You croaked. He nodded solemnly. You started laughing as it all came together. The missed classes, the sad smiles, the dog-eared Spider-Man fics in your notebook, the secrecy…

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Peter was very concerned at your abrupt laughter.

“Ugh. I feel so stupid! Please tell me you weren’t the one that was reading my Spider-Man stories! Peter!” You giggled at his smile. 

“You, you’re not mad that I didn’t tell you?”

“Peter, I’m so mad that I could kill you, but can we save that for later when I have full use of my arms?” He smiled, and your melted at the sight of your protector. Your Spider-Man. Your Peter. Your best friend. All the same person, the boy that stole your heart. 

Neither of you could say exactly what happened in that moment, but your hearts started beating as one. 

“Peter, I think I love you.” You whispered. Slowly, Peter leaned closer to you, until his breath tickled your lips, his arms supporting his weight of either side of you. You tilted your head up until your lips connected. Peter melted into your touch. His arms wrapped under your back, and you felt his biceps flex as he sighed against your neck. 

“So, do you like me better than Daniel?” He mumbled. You didn’t answer until he lifted his head to look into your eyes. You sighed at the sight of his warm brown eyes so close to yours.

“Remember when you told me to stop looking at him?” You asked him, and he smiled, awaiting your response. “Well, I guess you were right, because I like looking at you a lot more.” He leaned in for another kiss, and your lips smiled against his. 

  • Carl: Has an entire episode dedicated to his personal struggle of losing almost everyone he cares about ending with him giving up on life completely.
  • Talking Dead: Wow that Michonne fight scene was so cool. Pudding lol.
  • Carl: Is sexually assaulted and almost killed.
  • Talking Dead: Wow Rick went crazy wonder how this will affect him as a father.
  • Carl: Is left to protect himself and his sister against the murderers invading their home and struggles emotionally with having to murder someone in order to protect his family.
  • Talking dead: Wow Carol and Morgan were so badass.
  • Carl: Shows maturity and empathy towards someone who tried to kill him twice to later be SHOT IN THE FACE by him causing serious trust and body image issues.
  • Talking dead: That prosthetic was so cool lets not talk about any issues that may arise from this EXTREMELY TRAUMATIC EVENT.
When I watch a movie with completely unrealistic fight scenes

I’m like

Originally posted by peteneems

But when they’re right I’m like

Originally posted by dannygthasaviour


Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (in progress)

Part 3 is out! It only took me a month. 8′D Just in time for a nice cliffhanger too. You’re welcome. >:3

- Yes, Wasabi swears in Klingon in my headcanon. XD It’s one of his… quirks. Alexander Carson is also my personal name for him. It just… seemed to fit him. *shrugs*

- As for how Tadashi knows this about him when he’s an amnesiac, well. He’s not completely a blank slate. He started to remember a few sparse things about his closest loved ones after Callaghan showed him some pictures and told him about them, and hey, can’t hurt to bring them out in a pinch to stop the huge guy with laser knives from slicing you up, right?

- Speaking of said guy with laser knives, Wasabi is essentially on autopilot here thanks to his headband, hence the blank expression and lack of dialogue on his end. He already knows this is Tadashi though. Only the real Tadashi would know these things about him and act like this. So this is Wasabi in a nutshell currently:

- Also, those tubes on Wasabi’s arms supply more juice to his blades, so cutting them will short them out. Luckily they don’t start spewing plasma everywhere when that happens. That… would make for a very short comic.


“They rule with an iron fist - but they also take care of you whenever you need their support.”  - housekeeper & butler - for chelsie-carson

So this is based off a convo that I had with @mattlightwood​ about Jace in Season 2 and possibly his first interaction with everyone after they find/see him for the first time:

Has anyone considered Jace going bad? Becoming evil… but not completely?

What if there is a scene where the gang is fighting Valentine’s men but they are fighting a losing battle and soon all of them end up without their weapons and are being held by henchmen. And Valentine just strides in with Jace following obediently at his side and Clary manages to choke out a “Jace!” while she claws at the henchmen holding her  in order to break away and get to him and Jace doesn’t even look at her, his expression having a steel-like, emotionless quality as he stares straight ahead and there’s a beat where everyone suddenly realizes  Valentine broke him. We’re too late. and Jace doesn’t even bat an eyelash as Clary continues to plead, “Jace, look at me. Jace, don’t do this. You’re not like him. Please, Jace!” And Valentine laughs cruelly at his daughter as the henchmen has to practically use every fibre in his body to keep her from getting away. “A Morgenstern if I ever saw one.” He comments lightly, an evil gleam in his eyes and Clary glares at him, her eyes full of loathing as she kicks her henchmen hard in the shin, smirking as she hears him wince in pain. And Valentine begins to walk around the room and laugh at the Shadowhunters and Downworlders his men caught, making sure to jeer especially at  Luke, his old parabatai. Luke patiently stares back, but no one can ignore his clenched jaw and balled up fists  and the protective gleam in his eyes as Valentine looks down at him, a malicious grin on his lips.

And Valentine circles on back to the center of the room and stares triumphantly at the captured group and says to Jace, “This is the difference between power and weakness, Jonathan. Remember it well.” and Clary lets out a sob as Jace silently nods, his eyes devoid of any feeling whatsoever and Isabelle snarls at Valentine, “You bastard.” and she actually manages to break free for a second before her henchmen has her in his grasp again, thrashing wildly. “It’s time you utilize that power, Jonathan.” Valentine continues to a mindless Jace and then looks around the room, eyeing every single person carefully. His eyes finally fall on Alec and his smile turns even more devious. “Well, isn’t this perfect.” He snaps his fingers and the henchman holding Alec throws him to the ground and Alec hits the floor with a groan and Isabelle starts kicking furiously at her captor and Magnus squirms violently as well in order to break away. Alec manages to push himself onto his hands and knees and stares up at Valentine in a challenging way, an expression of disgust on his face as he appears to be bracing himself for what’s up to come.

“Oh you think I’m going to kill you.” Valentine sneers at Alec, who leans back in repulsion as Valentine’s face inches towards his own. ” I’m not going to kill you,“ Valentine continues tauntingly  and suddenly his hand reaches out and he grabs a handful of Alec’s hair and hauls him onto his knees. And Alec tries not to cry out in pain but he fails and is pulling at Valentine’s hand to get him off of him but Valentine’s grip is firm and he pulls so hard that Alec’s eyes water and Isabelle is yelling and so is Magnus, and Valentine turns to Jace and say. “He is.” And Jace’s steely expression is gone and his eyes widen a fraction as his face blanches and he speaks, for the first time, saying, “But, Father-” in a strangled voice and Alec wants to cry right then and there because he never thought he would hear Jace’s voice ever again. “Do as I say,” Valentine interrupts coldly and gestures to Alec and shoves him to the floor in front of Jace’s feet violently. “Kill him.” And Jace looks down  at Alec and Alec is too weak from the fighting before to run or swing a couple of punches but he manages to push himself on his hands and knees and look up at Jace, and all he can do is stare because he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t do that to him, not after everything they’ve been through together, not after all the blood and sweat and tears Alec put in to find him.

And Jace swallows visibly and utters meekly, “But he’s my parabatai.” which makes Valentine and his henchmen shriek with laughter and mockingly coo, “Awwwwww” and Clary’s eyes are full of tears and Simon struggles in his captor’s grip but immediately stills when a blade  presses against his throat. Valentine counters sharply, “Lucian here was my parabatai. And look at us now!” He points at Luke on the floor and Luke grits his teeth even more. “ It’s a meaningless practice. It means nothing.” Alec notices how Jace visibly flinches when Valentine spits out the last word and there’s a moment of silence as Jace and Alec gaze at each other and Alec is trying so hard to read Jace’s face but it feels like he is staring at a stranger, a ghost. And all Alec can say is “Jace, please.” in a hushed voice as Jace continues to look down at him.

And Jace is shaking as he pulls out his blade and Alec feels like his heart is being ripped apart, the already-so weak parabatai bond now far too beyond repair as he watches his parabatai, his best friend, at one point his infatuation planting his feet and lifting his weapon in order to cut him in half and Isabelle is screaming frantically and Clary is crying and Simon, someone who isn’t even particularly close to Alec or Jace, is pleading in a heartbreaking voice, and Magnus is yelling Alec’s name over and over and wrestling with his captor and Luke is speaking in a calm yet determined voice of reason but all of their voices are muffled in Alec’s ears. All he can see are Jace’s eyes, one brown and one blue, eyes he used to dream about but can’t even recognize anymore, and Jace’s fingers curl around the blade in a determined manner and he narrows his eyes and takes a deep breath, ready to strike and the expressionless look is now plastered again back onto his face.

And Alec braces himself and closes his eyes and all that’s playing in his head right now is the parabatai ceremony a couple of years ago and he can see Jace’s younger face beaming at him behind his closed eyes and  he can almost feel his warm hands in his own as they say the vows and draw the runes on each other and Alec squeezes his eyes tighter and waits for death but after a few moments he realizes that he is still alive and opens his eyes to discover Jace is still in the same position, his weapon raised above his head but now he is trembling more than ever and Alec can now see the tears spilling down his cheeks as Jace appears to be holding back a sob.

“What are you waiting for, Jonathan? Do it!” Valentine barks and Jace lets out what sounds like a whimper as he stares back down at his parabatai and Alec whispers hoarsely, “I don’t want to be alive if we’re on different sides, Jace.” and Jace noticeably shudders, remembering that he said  the exact same words to Alec not too long ago and all Alec can see now is the ten-year-old scared little boy that his family took in, and suddenly the weapon falls and clangs to the floor as Jace collapses to his knees, his head in his hands, weeping noisily and hiccuping for breath. Before Alec can even move towards his parabatai or say anything, Valentine strides over and grabs Jace by the collar and pulls him roughly to his feet. The slap he delivers echoes loudly in the room and Jace stumbles backwards, his hand immediately cradling his cheek, his eyes wide with shock.

“Weakness,” Valentine hisses, grabbing Jace by the upper arm. “will not be tolerated, do you understand?” and Jace nods furiously, still rubbing his cheek and Valentine looks at Alec with contempt and says. “Leave him. He means nothing, as do the others. For now.” and orders the henchmen to let everyone else go and Magnus sprints towards Alec and takes him into his arms, burying his face in his hair  and holding him protectively and Isabelle’s there too, tears in her eyes as she embraces her brother tightly. Alec manages to look up and see Jace give him a quick glance, a check-in as if to make sure he’s okay,  over his shoulder before running off after Valentine. And suddenly, surprisingly, Jace and Valentine and the others are gone and the room is silent.

“He almost killed you.” Isabelle whispers loudly, hugging Alec more tightly. “He almost killed you.”’ And Alec doesn’t say anything but just embraces his friends and family tighter and doesn’t even realize he’s crying until he feels Magnus’ warm fingers wiping and kissing the tears streaming down his cheeks and how fast his heart is beating and all he can think about is Jace’s cruel gaze and how he looked as if he might have actually done it for a split second, he might have actually killed him and all the pain and heartbreak and exhaustion from fighting turns Alec’s steady crying into uneven sobbing, his face buried into Magnus’ neck and the warmth of Isabelle’s soothing fingers in his hair as everyone clumps around the Shadowhunter, taking turns hugging and comforting him as he mourns the loss of his best friend, his brother, and the one person  he once believed would never leave and turn his back on him.

So I (finally) bought a copy of Lumberjanes To The Max and it includes the original pitch and character designs and they’re full of all kinds of canon and non-canon info about the girls and the camp and I thought I’d share some of my favourite bits here:

  • Jo’s nails have been painted black since third grade (and she bites them when she’s thinking which annoys April no end)
  • Mal is the definition of neutral good
  • Molly is the most competitive (and the bravest)
  • Ripley has the worst luck of the group
  • Jo is a world class cynic
  • April writes roses-are-red style poems
  • At some point in the planning phase the camp was called “Miss Quinzella Thiskwhin Penniquisqul Thistlecrumpets Finishing School for Ladies” (with a “Camp for Hardcore Lady Types” sign tacked on the side)
  • April is the youngest (by six months) so she hasn’t hit her growth spurt yet
  • Molly is the best at dealing with animals and adults
  • Molly is a fighter (this is so completely non-canon oh my god, find Molly in any fight scene - I guarantee she’s being defensive or non-violent)
  • Ripley plays the drums
  • Mal is terrified of spiders
  • Rosie is secretly training her scouts to defeat the “Big Bad” once and for all
  • Jo’s hobby is stargazing
  • April has a shameless love of teen pop music
  • It’s very important that Molly prove herself to be the most hardcore
  • Jo cut her hair to chin-length just before coming to camp and now she’s always annoyed that she can’t tie it back
  • Ripley loves to dance
  • Jo would object to being called “bookish” because it’s not hardcore enough
  • The original pitch mentions a “mysterious Canadian on a moose” and I have no idea who that is but I love it
  • Jo wears a lot of hoodies because her overbearing father wanted her to be able to stay warm at camp
  • Mal got sent to camp because she came out to her parents as a lesbian and they flipped (pretty certain this has been given to Molly in canon but regardless – oh Mal…)
  • Ripley is loyal to her friends to the point of blindness
  • Molly has Mary-Poppins style pockets and she is constantly pulling useful items from their infinite depths
  • Molly is skeptical of everyone’s motivations unless they’re in her inner circle
  • Jo is the first to question the larger purpose of the Lumberjanes
  • Bubbles is possible rabid
  • Mal likes to draw
Samurai Jack Season 5. Ep. 1

I’m gonna be giving my thoughts on each episode as they come out, so let’s get crackin’.
Those aliens at the beginning were completely adorable and the opening fight scene was pretty sweet. The use of CG was unexpected but brief and overall I’m happy to say that the show still has the same artistic feel as the original, not to mention that the ease of modern animation allows for much more fluid movements, especially during fight scenes.
Aku wasn’t shown and we didn’t hear his voice very clearly at all. Can’t pass judgement on the replacement voice just yet.
Jack’s riding a motorcycle now this is great.
That cool lady obviously voiced by Azula has a wonderful design and is delightfully unlikeable after she abuses 7 children since birth.
I doubt these girls will get much development outside of the one focused on that is obviously going to defect.
That scene with the leaves falling in the river was brilliant. Creepy visuals, a look into Jack’s breaking psyche, and a hint towards a shadowed horse riding figure. Excellently done.
THIS ROBOT MAN IS AMAZING. His design is excellent, his voice is hilarious, and the fight scene was intense. If the show is gonna keep coming up with characters and designs as great as the new ones we’ve seen so far, were in for something special.
This episode was mostly just set-up, and that’s fine. It let us know what was going on, and now the plot can begin to thicken. Jack’s back baby. And it looks like he’s back in style.

Going from Daredevil, Jessica Jones and Luke Cage into Iron Fist is so painful like I’ve only seen two episodes and I’ve already gave up like it’s painfully slow, the acting is bland if it’s not completely terrible, and the fight scenes are so bad

Coffee Shop Scenes

Request: Heyy. Love your blog. Can you do a Robbie/Reader fic where they’re in a fight (they’re not together) and while shooting a scene they started fighting and completely ignore what was on the script and then the reader says something like ‘or what?!’ and then Robbie kisses her. You don’t have to do it if you don’t like the idea.

Warnings: fighting?

Notes: thanks, love! glad you enjoy it <3 and psht, of course I like the idea! also, sorry, I couldn’t fit in that “or what” but still hope you like it!

The echoing sound of people’s voice went in and out through your ears. You were on set of a movie you were doing with a good friend of yours. You and Robbie Kay were the main characters of this film. You and him were already on good terms before filming started. Or at least you guys were on good terms. Earlier today, Robbie thought it’d be a good idea to critique your acting skills. You’re always down to hear people’s feedback so you can improve, but Robbie didn’t give you a heads up. Instead he sounded big-headed and practically insulted your acting skills.

“All I’m just saying is that you need to work more on sounding convincing. No one is going to believe that you’re infatuated with my character! You sound fake. Like really, really fake.”

You scoffed at him. His tone didn’t help the situation either. He sounded so snobby. “I sound fake? Apparently I sound better than you. You’re the one who keeps being told to put more emotion into your words!” You snapped at him. His facial expression changed.

“You keep getting told the same thing!”

“Not as much as you! Simon’s told me once to put more emotion into my words. He keeps telling you to do so every ten bloody minutes!”

Robbie growled lowly. “At least I can show visible emotion! You look like so damn robot! Your facial expression never changes, it’s always this flat and boring look!”

“Ugh, you’re impossible, Robbie Kay!” With that, you stormed off to your dressing room. You shut the door, plopping down on the two-seater couch in there. You folded your arms over your chest, blowing out air. You were mad. You were frustrated. You were upset. How dare Robbie say such things to you? You guys had only been friends for two years, and you liked him, but he just shot himself down. Some of those feelings for him just diminished because of how he acted just now.

“I’m not emotionless,” you mumbled to yourself. You looked in the mirror that was in there for when you had to get makeup ready. You tried making multiple facial expressions. You smiled, frowned, looked bored, made an angry and sad expression. You tried a confused look, a tired look. You just kept making different faces. Part of you believed what Robbie said, but the other part was telling you he was wrong.

“I can make myself look like I’m in love with him…” You trailed off, still talking to yourself. 

A knock was on the door. You prayed it wasn’t Robbie. You didn’t want to talk to him. Not yet.

“Y/N,” it was Simon the Director. “Are you ready to get back out there? Lunch break is over.”

You quickly got up from your position, opening the door. “Yeah, sorry. Lost track of time.” You slapped on a smile.

You walked back out with Simon. Your smile had went back to a straight line. You weren’t exactly prepared for this next scene. It was supposed to be your character and Robbie’s in a coffee shop. This was where they were supposed to share their first kiss. You weren’t ready for it, especially because of what he said to you.

Though the scene was supposed to be them at a coffee shop, but they were supposed just talk, and finally kiss. It was going to be simple. But you weren’t ready for this kiss. You never were. You liked Robbie, but you were so nervous for the kissing scene. Now you didn’t want to kiss him for a whole new reason.

“Action!” Yelled the director, snapping you out of your thoughts. You and Robbie went to work, he grabbed the two coffees and you two walked to a table.

“I’ve been having a really good time with you,” you said in character. You looked at Robbie shyly, as your character was a little timid.

“I’m glad to hear that. I’ve been having good time, too,” Robbie grinned at you, taking a sip from his drink.

You smiled, but you were still insecure about what Robbie said. You felt like you couldn’t make the right faces. You felt like you looked emotionless, and now it was completely throwing you off. What didn’t help was that Robbie actually dropped out of character. He furrowed his eyebrows, noticing your discomfort.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, going off scripts. The extras on set to be in the coffee shop, were all minding their own business, but were questioning why Robbie was going off script.

“Nothing,” you mumbled. Robbie stood up a little so he could lean over the table. He moved the hair that had fallen in front of your eyes.

“That’s a lie,” he looked at you. “Tell me.”

You took in a deep breath. “What you said earlier really hurt me! Now I can’t stop thinking about it, and it’s really bothering!” You raised your voice.

“What I said was a little true, and I’m sorry if it hurt your feelings, but I was just stating a fact!”

The crew looked at the director, seeing if he was going to yell cut, but he let them go. He motioned everyone to just keep doing what they were doing. Cameras were still rolling, things were still happening in the background, and you and Robbie completely fell out of character.

“Yeah? Well screw you!” You shouted at him. “You’re the worst and I can’t believe I’ve wasted my time with you!”

“You just said you were having a grand old time!” Robbie shouted. Both of you were standing now in this fake coffee shop. Once Robbie said that, you both remembered that you were shooting a scene.

“I guess I lied to make you feel better,” you told him coldly.

Robbie glared at you, breathing through his nose. He grunted in frustration. “Jesus Christ! It is so hard to look at you sometimes, you know that?”

“Oh yeah? Why?” You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

Robbie groaned. “Because… Because I just… I really like you! And sometimes it’s hard to talk to you, and sometimes I say stupid things that I don’t mean! What I told you isn’t true. You’re great. Fantastic. I’m just a stupid guy who doesn’t know what he’s doing!”

His words took you by complete surprise. You weren’t expecting that at all. You thought he would never like you. Why would he? You guys were just friends. 

You pulled him in. You pulled Robbie in. You grabbed his shoulders and slammed your lips to him. The two of you kissed, and now no one in the room could tell if you guys were in or out of character. But the kiss was dramatic. It was big and sweet. And when you two finally pulled apart, the director called cut. You and Robbie snapped out of your trances, finally coming back to reality. You guys just had a fight in the middle of shooting a scene, and then kissed. How embarrassing!

“I don’t know what that was, but I think we might keep it,” the director smiled.

You and Robbie were both blushing. You two shrugged, not really wanting to explain everything that just happened. But now you knew that there was something between you and Robbie. Knew this was going to be more than a friendship.


Jupiter dealing out some intense (and thoroughly deserved) punishment. A lot has been made of the ‘fact’ that Jupiter is a passive protagonist, and I find this scene the perfect rebuttal to that. In fact, I’d say that everything Jupiter suffers prior to this point makes this fight sequence incredibly rewarding and redemptive - this isn’t just a fight scene, since it’s far more about the emotions and inner torment driving the characters than it is about the fighting itself (which is why this scene of two complete amateurs beating each other bloody is far more interesting and engaging than every scene of pro-soldier Caine flawlessly executing fight moves). 

Jupiter isn’t simply defending herself here - she is expelling all of the rage and anger that have built up inside of her over the course of her experiences. She looks at Balem with an expression of utter loathing and disgust, which is contrasted with his expressions of passion, resentment and, in a twisted sense, adoration. But what really defines her is that she stops herself - she could have easily beaten his brains out, but she refuses to. She punishes Balem but doesn’t take his life, because she has more regard for life than he does and has no wish to commit an act that would firmly align her with her predecessor.

In short, this is probably the best scene in the film for me. It’s perfect and it finally allows Jupiter to fight back and assert herself on her own terms.

Completely True SU Theory

The Cluster inside the Earth is just a decoy. The real Cluster is the moon

Look at it being menacing in the background

Thinking we wouldn’t notice…

ino-tears-deactivated20170206  asked:

Ah !! That's marvelous !! I had trouble with a fighting scene and I just fell here completely by chance, but I am so thankful I did !! OK, so the story takes place in a male high school. The main character arrives late on his first day of school ...

So when the main character approach him, the ‘girl’ starts a fight without warning. The two are of equivalent strength and are eventually separated by teachers. I don’t tell the scene itself but at the morning break, something like 3 hours later the main character meet up with his best friend, and the latter has to notice he got into a fight. I thought about bruising the main character, but bruises usually take a whole day to appear. I suppose he is disheveled and unkempt but I don’t think it is enough, but I have no real clue of how to make him notice, or even how do two high school student would fight ^^’ Could you help me with that ?(Sorry if I made mistakes, I am French, English is not my mother tongue ^^)

(Edited into a single quote from multiple asks.)

Depending on the bruise, those can start to appear in a few minutes. As we’ve mentioned before, bruising is a result of subdermal bleeding, the more severe the bleeding, the faster the bruise appears. Very minor bruises, from things like running your shin into a table can appear later with little to no explanation, but bruises from combat usually appear pretty quickly.

Beyond that, punching can frequently result in small abrasions (or skinning) to the knuckles. This will produce some superficial bleeding. They should clot in about 10 to 15 minutes, but the scabbing could remain visible for up to a week.

Small cuts and tears are also a common injury. There are a lot of places these can occur. Split lips, places where the bones are close to the skin. Over and around the eyes come to mind immediately. Again, the bleeding will be superficial but it will leave visible injuries.

A blow to the nose can trigger a nosebleed. In this case, the bleeding appears to be far more severe than the actual injury is. Nosebleeds are far more annoying for aesthetic reasons, because it’s very easy to get blood on your clothes accidentally, while dealing with them.

In general keeping blood off your clothes and fully cleaning it requires some practice. Something your character probably won’t have learned to do.

Also, most clothing isn’t designed to handle combat. This is less true when you’re talking about leather jackets or denim, but cotton and other fabrics can easily be torn in a fight. Technically, leather can be damaged as well, though this will usually appear as scrapes or abrasions on the jacket.

You probably wouldn’t see all of these combined. At least not in a small scuffle. But, one or two of these kinds of injuries will cue other people in on that your character has been in a fight.


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