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The FRED

For soldiers fighting on the frontline gaining easy access to their tinned rations was a primary necessity. In the summer of 1942 Major Thomas Dennehy of the Subsistence Research Laboratory in Chicago came up with a can opener that was to be known as the P-38, designed to open K-ration cans. Convenient for on the move, the bladed part flipped out for use and then packed back in flat, it was so…

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*SCREECHING*

[fadedblueglory]

SWAMP

[angel-gidget]

GIDGE HAVE YOU SEEN BIG HERO 6

I have!

I was really struck by the amount of thought/research that went into the robotics.  It seems like Disney was trying to do something different by not necessarily making Baymax too “human” as they tend to do with animals and other inanimate objects.  Not to mention straying from the safe-from-death policy they usually had on characters introduced to us within the span of the movie. I would have been really surprised by that, if tumblr hadn’t spoiled me for it.

On the whole, I thought the movie was lovely! I really liked the dynamic between Hiro and Tadashi’s circle of besties. I loved Gogo’s power/aesthetic the most. Fred made me laugh the most. Wasabi had the most ironic surprises. Honey Lemon gave me the most warm fuzzies.

I’m also really glad they didn’t show Hiro as being too badass. Yes, he’s a genius. But he’s still a kid. At heart, in maturity, in his sense of wonder.

I don’t have any particular faves among the cast, and no hardcore OTP’s.  I can kind of see the potential for a bunch of match-ups.

Don’t even get me started on how many times I’ve listened to “Immortals” on repeat.

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I feel like Tim is actually relatively musically inclined (aside from singing, which he is abjectly horrible at) and, since he's canonically a Green Day fan, I bet that the first song he taught himself to play on guitar was "Boulevard of Broken Dreams".

I have a hard time picturing Tim as a musical instrument kind of guy, but I do see a lot of variety in music he listens to. Kon caught him with an Enya CD. He quotes The Clash with Bruce. I see him as somebody who really has an eclectic range of enjoyment, though he’s not very vocal about it. I picture him trying to gauge the musical tastes of the people around him and only mentioning the music he likes that aligns with that.

And when people find he likes other stuff that doesn’t fit the mold (Kon and the Enya) he gets really defensive.

[fadedblueglory]

. . .

What do you mean I haven't posted anything recently?!

So yeah, life's uneventful for me. Looking for a job that doesn't involve manual labor or menial chores that will set off my OCD like the cans at Dillon's, you TURN THE LABELS OUT, GOSHDARNIT.

Been catching up on SciFi shows I haven't watched since they changed their name.

It's really hard to type with long nails, but they're helpful when making friendship bracelets.

Cr1m, darling, your telepathic alien boyfriend is still vaguely concerning.

Also, pyogenic granuloma. That's what I've had to have 3, count them, 3 minor external surgeries for. Admittedly, two were actually on the same granuloma, because my doctor's PA is an awkward idiot, but still. And I might have another one. The odds of having two in the same area of the body without repeated trauma are astronomical. The odds of having a third one in the same spot are impossible.

I win.

[lectorel]

He’s a bloody mess of torn flesh and broken bones, a limp ragdoll strewn out across a debris-covered street. Shards of glass dig into his already damaged skin, and blood bubbles up into his mouth and nose as he struggles to breathe, to stay alive. A boot presses into his back, tearing a cry from his lungs that burns him almost as much as the explosion had. The cool metal of a blade presses to the side of his throat. “A shame, Detective,” a deep, warm voice intones somewhere above him. “You could have been a king.” Tim spits a mixture of blood and saliva onto the pavement and rasps, “I don’t want…a kingdom. I…I never did.” With the last of his strength, he draws in a deep breath. The blade is the highest mercy his enemy can offer, and in some ways, the most depraved of punishments.

Tim wakes comfortable and warm, swathed in rich, velvety blankets and with feather-down pillows and mattress beneath him. The scent of warm jasmine tickles at his nostrils, relaxing. He takes his time awakening fully. And it’s only when he’s fully awake that he remembers what had happened, and he feels…oddly dismayed. After all he’s done, after the crimes he’s committed and the lives he’s ruined, death was all he deserved. Tim throws back the blankets and swings his legs over the side of the bed. And he searches the room frantically for something, anything to use as a weapon. To finish the job Ra’s began. Speak of the devil. The man enters the room as Tim is desperate enough to attempt to rip up the blankets to make a noose. “You shame yourself,” he scolds, sounding…angry with Tim. Tim doesn’t care. He whirls, on instinct, takes a swing at him, but Ra’s catches his fist and has him pinned to the bed in less time than it takes Tim to realize it’s happened. He struggles to free himself, but Ra’s is so much larger than him and is practically crushing him down into the bed. “Do you know why I took an interest in you, Detective?” he purrs. Tim makes a few futile attempts to jerk free. “Because of my boyish charm?” he spits. That, at least, earns a laugh from Ra’s. “No. You are, physically, nothing very impressive. You are not tall, nor are you strong or exceptionally handsome. You have no incredible superhuman abilities of which to speak. You were not trained from birth to kill; you are no acrobat or gun-toting street urchin. You are, to most eyes, no one special. “But I, Detective…I happen to be of the opinion that you are a rare, exquisite creature. Such intellect, such pragmatism, such loyalty. A man such as yourself would be a valuable ally to one such as me.” Tim shakes his head. “I will never—never—join you, Ra’s.” Ra’s withdraws, an indiscernible expression on his face. “We shall see about that.”

This is lovely Cr1m. Just lovely. Poor, depressed Timmy. He needs more people looking out for his well being besides Ra's.