The new writing staff of Rick and Morty is not only keeping the previous two seasons in mind with its script building, but they are also just wrecking shop with these episodes.
Dr. Wong’s monologue. The casualness of Morty knowing just what Rick does when black out drunk, and how it’s almost a throw away concept (but it’s not! It sticks the landing and is so fucking good!) The whole Summer visiting Jerry thing after becoming her mother in a round about way. This season is kicking ass and taking names and I am SO on board.
Outside the relevant video footage there
are a few particular photos of the FAHC that the media likes to use whenever
they are discussing one of the crew’s attacks on the news; between citizen’s
snapshots and professional photojournalists there’s certainly no shortage of
available images but a select handful have become somewhat iconic.
There are favourites for each individual, at
least of the main public-facing portion of the crew, even ideal shots of near every
little combination of members, but it’s the big group photos that really bring
in the money. The favoured images are all action shots including all the key
members of the crew, rare and hard to capture but spectacular when managed, the
candid photos looking more like promo stills for a Hollywood blockbuster than
anything based in reality.
of the crew’s latest acts of bloody ruthlessness are often accompanied by a
snap taken by a long-focus lens through a chain-link fence of the Fake’s
waiting for pickup outside a warehouse. Pattillo’s on the phone, Ramsey has his
head in one hand as he gestures towards where Jones is tipping off balance with
Dooley in a headlock, who in turn has one hand fisted in the Vagabond’s jacket
as Free looks on, apparently cleaning his nails with a knife. The group ranges
from a light smattering to utterly drenched but not one has entirely escaped
the spray of blood, and every single one of them is laughing. When instead the topic of discussion is the
FAHC’s opulent irreverence the image of choice is one showing the key six in
various stages of undress, swimmers and cocktails all around as they lounge about
the spa and deck of the mayor’s yacht.
Then there’s the photo that never fails to
come up whenever the media is focussing on the FAHC’s ability to do the
unbelievable, taken during one of the Fake’s more ludicrous heists. An
overbearing titan dwarfs the scene right outside Maze Bank, cartoonishly large
magnet swinging heavily below it at the aircraft absconds with an entire safe. Two figures are standing atop the safe as it
is lifted, one in a suit and the other in a skull mask, both clinging to the
chain as they lean out to shoot towards those still on the ground. Below a hotly
pursued chrome car is fishtailing around the corner even as two bikes are
caught mid-flight, launching through the air over a police barricade, the
drivers – one decked out in all gold and the other a mess of purple and orange –
reaching out to bump gloved fists.
grainy mobile camera shot that is largely ignored by mainstream media
nonetheless makes the rounds on the internet, quickly going viral as people
express their fascination with the image of Los Santos’ most infamous villains after
a night at the bar. Walking down a quiet street Ramsey and Pattillo are out in
front, the boss laughing and gesticulating wildly while the second shoves him
away, grin mostly hidden as she looks back at the others following behind. Free’s
arm is hooked around Jones’ neck, a careless piggyback that matches the sloppy
edge of their grins, his other arm thrust forward like he’s directing a charge
despite the way the Vagabond is clearly towing them both with one hand. The
other hand is busy keeping Dooley from slumping to the ground, limp body slung
over the Vagabonds shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and even masked its clear
the mercenary is looking skyward in exasperation. It’s an oddly humanising
image, the familiarity of drunken camaraderie regardless of the nature of the
people involved, and, feeling safe and brazen behind the anonymity of the
internet, the picture is quickly utilised in a dozen different ridiculous
Despite all that, the most commonly used
image of the crew by far, and easily the most obnoxiously arrogant of the lot,
comes from the memorable day the FAHC decided to make a show of finally wiping
out their key rivals, an example to the city and a huge payday all rolled into
one extravagant affair. While there are still plenty missing the imagine
contains nearly every identifiable member of the FAHC, including a sizable
chunk of support, all dressed in matching suits - visibly expensive, personally
tailored and entirely unnecessary, each with their own little flairs of green;
a tie, a handkerchief, a necklace, a vest. The crew is walking in a
V-formation, with Ramsey front and centre and the rest flared back around him,
loose limbed and laughing like they’re not all armed to the teeth. Like there
isn’t a burnt out plane behind them or a building pouring smoke and flame. Like
this photo didn’t catch them moments after securing the most horrifically high
body-count the crew has to their name. It’s used because of how many members
are visible, because of how clearly it displays the callous cruelty of the
crew, the violent destruction at the heart of their existence. The Fake’s just
love how insufferably grandiose it is, from the accidental formation of their
walk to the silly last second decision to suit up and wreck shop like
caricature gangsters, all picked apart and interpreted as intention, calculated
self-importance and immaculate organisation.
There is however, a single photo in
circulation that the Fake’s draw no pleasure from no matter how many times its
shown. It’s the kind of image prime time news always precedes with a warning;
disturbing, graphic, might offend some viewers, proceed at your own risk. It
was taken by a particularly reckless journalist in the middle of a shootout
that stayed in the headlines for weeks, the stormy night that almost spelled
the end of the FAHC and cost many officers their lives in the process. The
image embodies every inch of that grim reality, almost washed out by the red
and blue lights reflecting back off every surface from pale faces to the wet
shine of the road, and the whole photo couldn’t have been framed better if it
had been staged.
There are lumps scattered across the scene;
rubble, cartridges, crashed vehicles and indistinguishable bodies in blue and
black Kevlar. In the foreground there is a shock of green hair against the
pavement, Dooley’s prone form blocked almost entirely by Ramsey crouching over
him, usual jacket abandoned to reveal a tattered shirt, stark and ghostly white
against the harsh black metal of the machine gun braced against his shoulder.
Slightly further back, ducked low and
braced against a wall Pattillo and the Vagabond press together, bodies
inadvertently angled towards the photographer. The Vagabond is caught
mid-reload, skull askew as his head twists back to look behind even as Pattillo
keeps him pinned, gun slung across her back and her own shirt ripping between
her teeth as she ties it around the masked man’s thigh.
Furthest away and almost perfectly centred
Jones has his back to the camera, the distinctive snarl of the wolf stamped
across his spine just visible as he stands square between his crew and the
advancing line of officers, outline lit by the bright flare of his muzzle
flash. Nearby a slighter figure echoes his position, taking aim from the hood
of an abandoned police car, though one of Free’s arms hangs wet and useless to
his side, face turned just far enough to reveal blood streaked skin and bared
Out of focus but distinct even in the
background the LSPD advances, a solid mass interspaced by flashing lights and
flaring weapons. The photo even captured a glimpse of the Firebird’s chopper
arriving, the deciding factor that finally swung the fight back into the FAHC’s
favour, just visible emerging around the hulking silhouette of a building. The
photo is, in all objectivity, an artistic masterpiece. The Fake’s hate it.
Any media loop of a job gone bad is a
pretty miserable time, and there is certainly enough footage of that night to
go around, but something about that image is particularly grating. It’s hardly
the worst photo of them out there, isn’t embarrassing or overly revealing, the few
visible faces not even reflecting the desperate terror they’d all felt by the
end, but it’s still too much. Too painful, too human, far too close, so each
and every time it surfaces again it never fails to tip somebody into a bad
The annoyance is aimed at the media really,
not the individual who’d snapped the shot; no matter how many claimed the man
should have his identity protected for safety the Fake’s simply weren’t
interested. Which isn’t to say they didn’t notice when that damned image won a
prestigious award, oh no. For all their collective indifference there’s just no
way the photographer was ever going to keep that prize long, his apartment
broken into within a week without any obvious signs of forced entry, the
culprits only identifiable by the message they left behind in their wake, bright
green paint splashed across the wall where the shiny new plaque had hung in
pride of place; Get our good side next
time, xoxo FAHC
You know who I want to fucking come back? Who I want to surprise everyone and fight along side Taako and Taako’s surprise twin sister who looks identical to Taako? Who I want to come and pick up Lup and run far away with her in the midst of battle thinking he’s saving Taako and Lup’s just like “Who the fuck is this?”
I want Klarg and his bug bear family to come to the IPRE’s aide. I want Lup to be thoroughly confused as to why Taako is dating the Grim Reaper but has this smitten furry man at his side. I want Klarg to wreck shop and fucking fight at Taako’s side.
I know the joke is Taako doesn’t trust anyone but Ango and now his sister and brother-in-law who he forgot existed but Taako Taaco Simple Idiot Wizard made a lot of really good relationships and I want Klarg to come back.
I’ve now dated all the dads in @dreamdaddygame. Now the spoiler-free rundown of my impressions of the routes in the order I did them that no one asked for.
If you know me at all, you know I’m a sucker for that friends to lovers trope, so I went for Jock Dad first. Of all the dads, I feel like you get to know Craig the best because of the extra gym scene. The fact that they keep calling each other bro just makes all the more romantic dialogue that much funnier. You can certainly feel their history which makes their move into less platonic territory feel fairly natural. A good, standard romance.
I did Damien next because he seemed to be one of the tumblr favorites and it was a pretty good choice. He’s a sweet guy going for an aesthetic–both things I can appreciate– but it was almost too much. The route had two of my top five favorite scenes in the whole game, but the switcheroo at the end felt a little disingenuous. I get what they were going for, but I feel like, as a Dad, I never reaalllyy got to know Damien. Like I chipped away a little at him but he was so unwilling to let me in that I only met the REAL Damien at the end of the third date. This can be compelling story-telling, but not my particular cup of tea for a romance. Still a Good Dad, and I love him.
Knife dad was next because by now I had slept with him at least once, and I liked his scene in Damien’s route. I actually messed him up the first time by jumping into bed with him that first night. Though I felt like his dialogue choices were a little dicier (gotta get that S rank) I LOVED the story of Robert’s route. I like the bittersweet reality of his life and how that affected his epilogue. I want Robert to be happy with my whole heart. Mary, though. I had warmed up to her slightly in Damien’s route, but I couldn’t deal being a first hand witness to her self-destruction. Though, I’m not saying it shouldn’t have been in there. We needed to get to know Mary, and Robert’s interactions with her showed us a lof about him. So it was a love to hate situation, in the end. 10/10, would cryptid hunt again.
Brian doesn’t get nearly as much love as he deserves. I feel Brian as a person on a spiritual level. I AM Brian. I love Amanda and Daisy in this route, and Brian felt the most dadly of the dads. The minigames made his route feel different gameplay-wise, which was great considering I was 4 dads deep at this point. Plz nerf that golfing mini-game, though, damn. That was hard. I dominated skeeball, however. Overall, a pretty well-crafted, fluffy, enemies-to-lovers story. Ya definitely wanna smack ‘em in the head and be like “YOU LIKE EACH OTHER, YOU IDIOTS.” The epilogue feels like a bear hug around your brain.
Ohhhh….maaannnn. So by now, I had sorta kinda heard what happens at the end of Joseph’s route, so I didn’t want to do it last in case I needed a palate cleanser. Now…I feel like I can’t talk about it too much without spoiling, but they did the temptation aspect really well. The guilt weighs heavy, then, at the end, when they finally pull it off ya, they SLAM you with that epilogue and ugghhhh. It made my heart hurt. What it did particularly well is give me a different perspective on Mary. By getting a little peek into their marriage, she becomes a more sympathetic character, and Joseph stops being blameless in their marital discord. The overall contrast between the WASP aesthetic and the rotten thing that is their relationship underneath is some good shit. It’s a good “bad end” for this game. Distressing but with an optimistic undercurrent and a good foil for the more storybook endings.
I love Mat. I love his route. I love the music. I love the mosh pit. It’s just a sweet, gentle, story about finding love after heartbreak. It’s filled with all these really cute small moments of hands touching and picking out records and other goofy stuff that all builds and builds to this lovely warm feeling at the end.The girls get along, which is a huge plus. Also contains two-middle aged dads trying to figure out how to buy pot which will brighten your day and clear your skin.
(This is the playthrough where I managed to get Amanda’s bad end, though, so that sort of made it a little sadder)
I saved this one for last because I had a feeling it would end up being my favorite. I was right! Hugo is a man struggling with being an authority figure when he’s a big kid himself and my god I geeeetttt that. The “I have a dark secret” part of his route was natural and sincere, and that he lets you in on it at the second date makes you feel like you’re getting to know a side of Hugo that no one else gets. There’s a special part of him that only belongs to you and no one else. He felt very real and tangible to me as a character, love of cheese included. I also wrecked shop at trivia except for the first question which I’m convinced is a troll because none of the available answers are correct.
YOOOO in this part of the trailer, Snoke says “fulfill your destiny” and then cuts to this. What if he’s saying this to KYLO because they ended up going back to him? He gives Kylo one more chance to prove his loyalty (either by trying to run or refusing to shoot his own mother) and killing Rey would destroy the presence of the Light entirely (assuming Snoke has already done something to Leia). So he’s holding Rey in place while waiting for Kylo to kill her.
^ this might be the pivotal moment where he picks up his saber off the floor and decides what he must do
Then Kylo snaps seeing Rey in pain and wrecks shop because he’s had enough with Snoke’s lies and the two of them fight and get out.
Going to make you do another list- favorite scenes in Critical Role?
Oh, this is just cruel, especially since I’ve gone and decided I was gonna do timestamps. These are just a few that popped into my head and I’m sure I’ll remember thirty as soon as I post it. Enjoy the complete emotional whiplash of this random assortment of moments.
Tried to keep the descriptions as spoiler-free as possible so people can just jump in wherever, but I’d skip this if you’re really worried. Every link leads to the exact timestamp, some of which are obviously very spoilery. Here we go!
Episode 3: Vex and Keyleth say “fuck it”. (Note: early episode means v. loud at times and sound quality is pretty rough.)
Episode 4: Laura gets to the episode a bit late, just in time for an elaborate and extremely well-thought-out plan to go into play.
Sewing homemade or bought patches onto their clothes or bags ( a no-maj could run an etsy shop)
“Wreck-sacks”, which are rucksacks that the older Thunderbirds insist the first years should get so that they don’t need to worry about wrecking their own bags. Can add patches for things that they like and show who they are on them as well
In-dorm competitions before the end of the school year to see who has the best wreck-sack, the winner gets to tell the first story at the first “all house campfire” of the following year (last year and first year students are judges, last years because they would not be returning the following year)
The Viking Thunderclap at Quodpot matches, it scares the shit out of the Wampus team the first time they did it.
Hooting, Hollering, and Cheering in the halls, dorm, common room, and classes when a thunderstorm starts.
We all know how Sue went to town at the end of Dead Beat. It just snacked and scarfed and tail-whipped anything that came close. It was awesome, and badass and worthy of fan-art.
… How in the hell do you think the museum crew reacted afterwards? Not only did the front of the building get demolished. Not only were there reports of a T-Rex wrecking shop throughout Chicago.. Not only was Sue not where it was supposed to be.
But how in the ever loving hell do you think they reacted when they found bones in Sue’s “stomach?” Fresh bones. Partially digested flesh. Bones that are human-like but definitely non-human. Modern, shredded clothes. The stuff you’d find in the gut of a large animal that just munched until sated. I’d like to read that report.
Oh my god I love you're work! Can you do a scenario where Qrow is dating a faunus but s/o is a little scared to show anything in public because they're in a faunus/human relationship. I love your Qrow work, it's so good! ❤❤
“Qrow! You ready to go?” You call to your boyfriend,
twirling your car keys on your finger.
You see him come out of your bedroom, adjusting the collar
of his shirt “I’m comin’, date night waits for no one, huh.”
“Exactly, hurry up or I’ll leave your sorry butt behind and
take myself out.” You lead the way out the door and to the car, a soft beep
sounds as you unlock the doors.
“Yeah, I don’t doubt you would.” He gives the tail swishing
behind you a playful tug as he passes you.
You roll your eyes. Qrow sure can be a snarky bastard, but
that didn’t change the fact you loved him more than anyone. As you sit down you
see Qrow smile at you from the passenger seat. You return the expression. The
two of you gaze at each other for a moment in a loving silence, until your tail
twitches and a spark of nervousness ignites in your mind.
You certainly weren’t ashamed to be a faunus, but being
proud didn’t stop you from being afraid sometimes. The atmosphere between
humans and faunus… wasn’t the best. Especially now with the actions of the
white fang. It’d been a while since you’d encountered anyone who acted on their
distaste and was aggressive directly to you, but there was still the looks. Out
of the corner of your eye, seeing people narrow their eyes at you in suspicion,
whispers behind your back. It was almost worse when you were in a relationship
with a human like Qrow. He never cared that you were faunus, he fell in love
with who you are. A silly tail didn’t matter. Some people, though, seem to look
down on your relationship because of that silly tail. You hated that they could
make you nervous to go out for a night on the town with the man you love.
Qrow, sensing something wrong, takes your hand. “You okay?”
You nod “Yeah, yeah sorry. Guess I got lost in thought for a
second.” Ignoring the look he gives you, you start the car and drive.
“I told you, it’s too early for a bar.” You shake your head
at the man walking next to you.
“Ah, is it ever too early for the bar, really?”
“Yes, Qrow, I consider five thirty too early for the bar.”
You were both walking through downtown Vale, on route to a restaurant
you’d chosen for the night. The sun was only just starting to set, so the
crowds coming to enjoy the cities night life hadn’t arrived yet. Give it
another hour and the streets would fill with teenagers running around, groups
doing bar crawls, lovers such as you and Qrow looking for a romantic night, lonely
people looking on in envy, and other night owls. Qrow thought it would be fun
to check out one of the bars before they started filling up. He didn’t seem to
realize that once the two of you started drinking you’d probably end up wasting
the whole night. After being gone on a mission for so long, you just wanted at
least a few hours of a relaxing, normal date night. The bar could wait.
Qrow runs a hand through his hair “Okay, okay. After dinner?”
“Sure. Call me old fashioned, but I’d rather wait till dark
to get plastered.”
“Ha, don’t worry, I’ll love you even if you act like a grandma”
He puts a hand on the side of your head and pulls you in to press a quick kiss
to your temple before grabbing your hand.
You smile and chuckle, but your joy fades when you hear
someone scoff nearby.
On a bench just behind you, a man sits. You see him glare at
you, lip curled downward in disgust before turning away. You stiffen. This was
exactly the kind of person you hated running in to.
Qrow notices your discomfort and looks over his shoulder,
eyes landing on the man now looking at his scroll. “Wha-“
You tighten your grip on his hand and pull him along “It’s
nothing, come on.”
His eyes lock on to yours “Did he look at you weird or
something?” He looks concerned, but there’s also a bit of anger in his voice.
He’d probably willingly go and pick a fight if you gave the word.
You shake your head “I- well yes, but it doesn’t matter. Let’s
He gives you another wary look, but then he nods, squeezes
your hand, and keeps walking.
You take a breath to steady yourself. Glancing at your
joined hands, you push down that knee jerk reaction to let go that came with
seeing that man’s contempt.
Qrow laughs in the middle of his story “It was the oldest
prank in the book, I still can’t believe Tai fell for it.”
You try and stifle your own laughter, not wanting to be too
loud in the restaurant. “Ice water? Seriously? What did he even do to you?”
“Called me ‘bird brain’ one to many times, babe.” He scoops
up the last of his meal with his fork as he talks.
You chuckle, playing with your drink’s straw. The nights
been going well, just a few hours of hanging out and talking to your boyfriend.
You couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going to happen, though.
Ever since your run in with that man. You tried to ignore it as left over
“Here you go, sirs, madam. I’ll bring you your menus in just
a moment.” The waiter must have just sat some group at the table next to yours.
You hoped they weren’t loud; it’s so annoying to sit next to loud groups of
gossiping people. Then again, you supposed you should be getting your check
soon, you’d been here a while.
You look at Qrow “Ready to go?”
He nods, pushing his plate away. You raise a hand to catch
the waiter’s attention and they leave to get your check.
That done, you lean back in your chair and glance around the
room. The restaurant is a pretty nice looking place, good food, too. There was quite
a few people, but it wasn’t crowded. All it caused was a mildly loud chatter as
a soundtrack for your meal. Not a very fancy place but better than a lot of
other places you’ve eaten at. Carpeted floors, a few painting on the walls, it
looked like someone had broken and glued the head back on to the bust near the
door a bit poorly, though. Your eyes wander and drift to the table next to
yours, you wonder who’s-
You freeze. There he was, the same man who had looked at you
and Qrow so disgusted earlier. Why, why did he of all people have to be here?
You’re so focused on him you barely register Qrow paying the waiter across from
Feeling a pair of eyes on him, the man glances to the side,
for the first time noticing you. He gets that same look on his face, eyes
flicking to the tail hanging behind you, then back to your face. Qrow notices
him for the first time as well.
His eyes narrow “Isn’t that…”
The man turns back to his friends and says, loud enough for
you to hear. “You know what I can’t stand, those faunus scoundrels waltzing
around asking to be seen on the same level as a human, and then they turn
around, put on those fang masks, and wreck our shops. It’s ridiculous.”
The woman nods “Ugh, agreed. I’m sure they’re not all bad,
though still, it’s hard to know for certain.”
“Right, and I can’t understand why anybody would want to get
too close to one, much less date one. Interspecies relationships are just so… unnerving.”
The other man chimes in “How weird it must be to date
someone with four ears. Or worse,
they have fangs and end up tearing your throat out when they’re supposed to be
kissing your neck. Unnerving is right.”
“What’s really unnerving is how many people have the
capacity to be such ignorant pricks and spout nonsense all day.” Qrow focuses
his gaze on the original speaker.
“Qrow.” You whisper. You didn’t need him starting a fight
for you. He knew you could handle yourself, but it seems this douche has caused
you to feel uncomfortable one to many times for him to sit quiet.
“Excuse me?” The man says, all three of them turning to look
at you. The woman notices your tail and her cheeks redden. The other man seems
to wince and puts a hand on his friend’s arm, a gesture to stay down.
“You heard me.” Qrow says. Oh he is not starting something
“Qrow.” You say again, more forceful. Finally, he looks at
you. You stare at each other, silently arguing about whether or not it was
worth it to start a bar fight in the restaurant. Finally you win, and he sighs
and downs the rest of his drink. He stands, pushing in his chair and scowling
at the other table.
You stand as well, moving to be by Qrow. You’re still too
frazzled to take his hand, your own hands curling in to fists in frustration.
The man looks angry, only staying sitting because of the man
with his hand on his arm. His friends give him pointed glares and he eventually
slumps down in his chair. You start to turn away when he whispers “Freaks.”
Now you stare him down, fed up with this nonsense. “The only
‘freak’ here is you sir. The freaks are the sad, lonely bastards such as you
who have nothing better to do than spit hate at people for baseless reasons. Lucky
for you, I’m tired from fighting grimm and actually protecting people, and
would rather save my energy on something better than scum. Good night.” You
take Qrows hand and march out of the restaurant, not bothering to check the man’s
You walk silently with Qrow for a few minutes before he
speaks up. “Well, that was some speech.”
You sigh and stop moving, rubbing your face with one hand. “I
got a bit heated, I wanted to just leave without confrontation, but it’s just
so tiring. I hate people like him. I hate being afraid to show affection to you
“You don’t have to be afraid; nothing is ever coming between
us, you know that. I love you, (y/n).”
You shake your head and smile dryly. “I’ve dealt with those
people long enough that the fear and hesitation isn’t something I can shake off
so easy, but,” You take Qrow’s other hand and look into his eyes, smile
softening “but you’re right. Nothing will come between us. I won’t let a few
pricks stop me from loving you. Because… I really do love you, Qrow.”
You move forward and let the crisp night air and the sounds
of laughing revelers flow past you as you kiss each other, hands clasped and
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