Similar To Most Judicial Systems! You Need To Prove Actus Reus And Mens Rea (Guilty Action AND Guilty

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Namor truly representing the POC experience by coming to the surface, telling everyone his name, and then–despite hearing how *he himself* said it–everyone mispronouncing it for the rest of the film.

Deckard: My boyfriend is too tall for my to kiss him on the lips. What should I do?

Owen: Punch him in the stomach, then, when he doubles over in pain, kiss him.

Hattie: Tackle him.

Magdalene: Dump him.

Luke: NO TO ALL OF THOSE. JUST ASK ME TO LEAN DOWN.

I think more people would enjoy the Fast and the Furious franchise if they looked at it as a fantasy world set in the modern era instead of a traditional set of car films. (yeah, it started out just a normal car movie, but then it rapidly amped up the impossibility factor) The “family” are an adventuring party and they all have different roles within the crew. There’s a hacker, a weapons expert, a mastermind, a Hero, a leader, a smartass. All sorts of specialized positions that require training and skill to perform well. You can even see them advancing/leveling throughout the series as they take on wilder and wilder quests.

Because it’s a fantasy world, the rules work a little differently and things that wouldn’t work in our world do there. It’s how they’re able to evade the police while dragging a fucking bank vault behind them, destroying everything in their path. Or how Dom is able to jump off his car to catch Letty as they slam into the windshield of a car and then walk the fuck away. That’s the only way any of this makes sense, since almost none of they shit they do in the films is even possible. 

My pleasure! 💞💞💞

@omnivorousshipper My first Photoshop creation, I present to thee: Dominic as a Minecraft Iron Golem! (Reference to Omni’s Minecraft stream-which y'all should definitely check out!)

Both characters are intimidating at first sight but really have a heart of gold

Will protect their chosen family with their lives 

Will adopt and care for anyone as their own 

Can be gentle but will kill you if family is threatened

I AM SCREECHING. THANK YOU SO MUCH FRIEND

Tony: Why do I have this feeling you’re about to mess up my entire life?

Bucky: A littlke mess never hurt anybody, Doll.

“ alza la bandera ! ”  

in the heights ( 2021 ) dir. jon chu

Originally posted on my instagram; @ peachpoppyart !  Please don’t repost my artwork without permission + credit ! Drawing made for the Talenthouse creative brief !! 

Tony: It's over. We won.

*Stephen and Peter gesture frantically to alert him to the aliens behind him*

Tony: No. We won. I'm not turning around and looking at it. We won.

So the 27th of February marked the two year anniversary of my first character ask, and because I'm sentimental, I decided to do a complete redraw of it. Of course, because I procrastinate like hell, it took forever. Oh well, I still enjoyed it, and now I can finally move back onto the other thing I was working on.

This also coincided surreally with me reaching 800 followers, so thank you all. I didn't think I'd ever end up breaking 100 let alone 800.

*Also, I want to link you back to this post, which helped me immensely with the shading process. Thank you @geek-png !

One last prompt! How about Dad Shaw being the narcissistic, manipulative, abusive bastard he is, trying to pit the siblings against each other? But unbeknownst to him, he actually brings them closer together. Thanks Omni! You’re amazing! 😘

Aww! Thank you friend! And omg! You just have to give me some angst don't you 😭 Dad Shaw is always the perfect villain to the Sibs

Warning: depiction of child abuse, slapping, bruising, small amounts of blood, forcing children to fight each other

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"Again!"

Deckard tried to hide his flinch as their father's voice echoed harshly off the stone walls. He was forced to sit in his knees while he watched his siblings spar in front of him

The basement of their home was freezing, the few bare light bulbs barely lighting the space up. Instead, they casted horrible shadows on his younger siblings and showed off just how exhausted they were

There were no clocks or windows down there, so Deckard had no idea how long they had been going at it. Their father had barked at all of them to head downstairs for training after breakfast. They hadn't taken a break since

Deckard tried to ask, and then begged, their father to allow him to go fetch some water for his siblings, but received a stinging slap instead.

Now, he was forced to sit on the cold floor and watch as his siblings fought one another

They were covered in bruises and a few cuts from where they had landed on the stone floor. There was no padding on the floor to soften their falls and Deckard's heart clenched each time he saw them fall

One of Owen's eyes was swollen from Hattie had kicked him, but it didn't stop him from fighting. Especially not when Hattie had tried to comfort him when she had kicked him. Their father had instead screamed at her and dragged her back by her hair

Owen hadn't hesitated to stand up and tell him to let her go so they could continue sparring

But now, they were both panting and Deckard could tell Hattie was favoring her left side. He suspected that she had twisted her ankle after a particularly bad fall

But, the only thing Deckard could do was sit there, his fingers digging into his thighs and leaving creasant marks in his skin. He wanted so badly to stop this training and let his siblings rest

Never again did he want to see them beating each other until exhaustion

He watched as this next fight continued and Owen was able to sweep a leg out from Hattie, no doubt using her injury to his advantage

Their father always knew when one of them was going easy on the others. It often resulted in their father bringing out his belt

Hattie landed with a cut off sob, tears running down her cheeks as she looks over her hands. Deckard can see that their skinned and blood coats her palms. He has to stiffle the urge to rush her upstairs and clean out the wounds

"Pathetic!" Their father snaps. "How are you supposed to be my child? Can't even defend yourself!"

"Father, I-" She desperately pleads

"No! I knew the second you were brought home you weren't my child! Your mother is a lying whore! No child of mine would be this weak."

Deckard bites down on a growl. Hattie is his sister and their father's daughter. Their father had gotten several blood tests done showing it, but he never accepted the truth

Several more tears trail down Hattie's face as she sobs harder. Her breath is coming too fast and she looks over at Deckard for help

"Father, if she rests, she'll be in better condition tomorrow to train." Deckard says, but keeps his head bowed so not to meet the man's eyes

"If she's no good today, she won't be any better tomorrow!" His snaps

"She was good when we started." Owen hissed and clenched his fists tightly. His own knuckles were bruised horribly

"Did I ask you, boy?!"

Deckard nearly leapt to his feet as their father advanced on Owen and slapped him, causing him to sprawl on the floor

"All three of you are pathetic!" He spat. "Never obey any order I give you! For that, you can all rot down here!"

Not daring to move a muscle, Deckard watches as their father storms out of the basement and up the stairs. He can hear the door slam and lock behind him

In a blink of an eye, Deckard's by Owen's side and inspecting the damage done to his face. He can see Owen's refusing to let out any sort of noise of pain, biting his lip harshly. Next to them, Hattie is still sobbing as she crawls over to them

Without even thinking, Deckard is pulling Hattie into his lap and Owen into his side. They both clutch at him, Hattie whimpering and Owen soaking his shoulder

Deckard wants to reassure them and give them words of comfort, but he knows there's nothing to say

Their father will never love them again, and will continue to treat them this way. And Deckard knows that there's no way to stop him. All he can do is hold his siblings tighter against him

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I hope you enjoyed friend!