simply the fact that different body types for women go in and out of style throughout the decades should be enough to tell you that women’s bodies are considered consumable goods under capitalism
1. hates donald trump
2. got his ear pierced at claires because why not
3. legit asks people to beat him up in action scenes EVEN NOW AS AN OLD MAN
4. is arguably one of the most iconic star wars characters yet couldnt give less of a crap abt star wars
5. the universe tried to kill him (or at least permanently incapacitate him) twice in 2015 and it only mildly inconvenienced him
6. flies helicopters in search and rescue missions
7. was in his 40s for the majority of the indiana jones series which is insane when you think about all the stunts involved
8. quote “the director yells cut and harrison cracks open a beer and then builds a fucking shed”
9. arguably sexy
10. points angrily and its super effective
11. is just a really sweet person
12. no really my dad worked with him on firewall as the tech advisor and he was just a really swell guy
13. got my mom’s birth date from my dad and sent her flowers
14. he sent my mom flowers for her birthday
15. he didn’t even know her he just wanted to be sweet
When he was asked to be in Jimmy Kimmel’s “I’m Fucking Ben Affleck” video, in which he pulled up alongside them in a car and gave Jimmy a little wink and an air-kiss, when he showed up at the set he looked kind of put out. Kimmel was afraid he wasn’t down with what they were asking. But he just said, “I don’t know, this wardrobe…don’t you have anything mesh that I could wear?”
When he was filming “Witness” he rented a small farm from a friend of mine. At the end of the filming my friend went and checked out the property as usual. He noticed the barn door had been leveled so it no longer would swing open on it’s own. Went into the house and saw the closets had been redone, in the kitchen the cabinets had been replaced and all the drawers now opened really well. Turns out that there were thousands of dollars of work and materials put into fixing up everything at the place.
My friend called Ford and asked him how much he was asking for the work. Ford told him doing that kind of thing helped him relax and stay sane when he was filming. Would not take a dime. Plus he paid for a new water heater and got the sewage system cleaned out.
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The trope of LBH thinking SQH is his dad is hilarious, even more so depending on the time he formed this misconception. Disciple LBH would resent him but still yearn for affection. Post-abyss LBH wouldn't acknowledge him and would rather not look at his 'father' pathetic behavior.
Now imagine LBH being told that Tianlang-jun is his dad, and he immediately thinks SQH gave birth to him instead of realizing that SQH is unrelated to him.
There would be multiple instances of LBH hearing SQH mumble about his children, and he freaks out that he has siblings.
There’s something really interesting about Jayce’s word choice here: “While your best friend bleeds out in your arms”
“Bleeding out” implies that Viktor was still alive to bleed out
However we as an audience know/can infer that Jayce knows deep down that’s not true
As others have pointed out:
1) His clothes are more torn while he carries him than in the council room which would imply that Jayce throughly check for signs of life, that cpr was done, etc
2) Jayce carried him for five blocks - where there would have been no signs of life
3) He brought him to the lab not the hospital - he knew there was nothing the hospital could do
4) Viktor’s spine is severed - he had to have felt that something not right was going on there, holding him in his arms for FIVE blocks
5) He later tells Viktor “my partner died in this room”
To me Jayce saying “bleeds out in your arms” means that he may have convinced himself, deluded himself into believing that Viktor hadn’t actually died, that he was dying and that he had saved Viktor from dying
I don’t think until after meeting Mage Viktor, did he really allow himself to acknowledge that he brought Viktor back from the dead
I think you can see it in the way he reacts to being back in that room, before Mel walks in, before the not-Viktor-Viktor joins them
He appears resigned to me, like he’s been forced to come to terms with the fact that Viktor actually did die that night
I personally think it explains a lot of his behavior after - how he can’t believe Viktor leaving him, him thinking Viktor was coming back when it was Heimerdinger & Ekko, etc
I think most, if not all, of us can agree that being brought back from the dead is different than being saved from death, Viktor wasn’t saved because Jayce preformed CPR, he basically preformed necromancy on him but while Viktor knew that - Jayce had (seemingly) convinced himself that it wasn’t like that or at least not as extreme as that
a/n: here is a little sinbad: lotss drabble! don’t know if the fandom is still out there but here is my humble brain rot… enjoy! (reblogs are greatly appreciated <3)
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Sinbad stands alone in the quiet of the balcony alcove, away from the hubbub of the party. It’s a rare sight, thinks Proteus, as he creeps up behind him, pressing a cold cup to his cheek. “You’re not one to miss a party,”
With a grin mirroring his, Sinbad takes the cup, leaning forward on the white marble railing. “It’s nice up here,”
Proteus leans against the pillar, shooting an amused glance his way before his eyes land on the sunset beyond the horizon. “Are we getting sentimental now?”
Sinbad chuckles, a deep sound that resembles more of a purring tiger. “That’s usually you, Proteus. Today, I seek quiet. Tomorrow,” Sinbad briefly steals a glance to his left; Proteus is still lost in the melting colours of the sky, his gaze faraway, like he’s floating amidst the shifting colours and clouds. Sinbad looks away with an inward sigh, unable to say what they both already know.
The party is still raging on; discordant conversations and excited hollering ring out amidst the commotion, followed by a series of barks and screams, and the music effortlessly picks up once more.
Proteus lets out a breathy chuckle, taking another sip from his cup. “Marina too, isn’t she? She’s also leaving,”
“Yeah,” Sinbad says with a shake of his head. “She’s got her own ship now, and a dedicated crew… all in such short time.” he frowns, “I think she might be better at this than I am.”
This elicits a laugh from Proteus, and Sinbad relaxes, looking up as their gazes meet.
“Marina comes very close,” Proteus puts down his chalice and steps forward. He tugs Sinbad’s collar, straightening out the creases of his blazer. His hand brushes over his chest as if to dust away something, his motions deliberate. “But no one does it as best as you,”
Sinbad almost swoons as Proteus’s cologne washes over him, but he steadies himself, desperately focusing on the little mole by his lower lip.
“What else am I best at?” Sinbad says quietly, just for their ears. Proteus’s eyes light up with a knowing grin.
“Why don’t you show me?”
Sinbad groans, unable to take anymore of his teasing and he closes the distance between them to catch his lips in a deep, fervour-filled kiss. His hands wrap around his waist and another carts through his hair, let down in loose waves tonight. Proteus backs him up against the railing, hands gripping the marble on either side of them as he deepens the kiss. There’s something urgent about the way he’s pressing into him, snuffing out the slightest space between them, angling his head to grant Sinbad deeper access into his mouth.
They only separate when their lungs scream for air, and even then they don’t step apart; their foreheads press as they catch their breath, and Proteus’s hand comes to rest on his wrist. Their hands are the same size and calloused, but Sinbad’s is rougher, while Proteus’s fingers are slender, familiar to the sword and pen. It’s a great difference, and he wonders briefly how Marina’s hands look like now.
Sinbad turns his over to weave their fingers together. “I’ll write often,” he offers this assurance, to which even Proteus seems dissatisfied.
“I only need one thing from you, Sinbad,” he leans away to get a good look at him. “That you stay safe, and return to me in one piece.”
A beat of silence, the crashing of waves against stone beneath them, and the droning of a party behind. “Those are two things,” he points out.
Proteus breaks into a smile, eyes crinkling and he shakes his head.
Sinbad traces his finger over his heart in a cross motion. “If not, Eris can-”
Proteus clamps a hand over his mouth. “Come on, Sinbad.”
He relents with a gleeful grin.
“Shall we return to the party?” Proteus asks, picking up his chalice.
Sinbad glances toward the sea. The skies are a dim, dusty blue now, swallowing the last minutes of daylight as pinpricks of silver begin to dot the skies. The views out at sea cannot compare, but there’s nothing quite like a starry night over Syracuse.
“Not yet,” Sinbad finds his hand once more, resting them on the cool marble. “Lets stay a little longer.”
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