Do u think there was there a convo that took place between Rudy and Ghoap where Rudy was like “btw you can call me Rudy :)” or did Alejandro just call him Rudy in front of Ghoap so much that they just assumed they should call him that too
Anyway I’ve devastated myself thinking about Rudy falling first and Al falling harder. Like imagine Rudy having such a fat crush on Al for so many years that he’s now an expert at hiding his feelings in order to prioritize what they already have while Al was busy being dense. Then at some point Al realizes what’s been in front of him all along, and suddenly he’s the one always obsessed and yearning. Rudy’s had time to master pining in secret but then you have Al who one day just starts trailing off mid sentence whenever Rudy walks into the room and is visibly hanging onto every little thing Rudy says and does to the point that by the time they make it official they find out half the regiment has already placed bets on when the wedding will be
I like to think that Rudy only ever calls Alejandro “Ale” when they’re alone, and definitely not when they’re on official special forces business. And maybe there are unsubstantiated rumors floating around LV that someone heard Rudy call him Ale once when there was an off-base social excursion or smth, but even then, half the battalion simply doesn’t believe it. Alejandro likes it that way though, bc only Rudy can call him that.
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obsessed with this tv guide cover where they look like my gay uncles when I’m visiting and come downstairs in the morning and they ask me how I slept. bj has already been up for two hours doing some light yard work before the day gets too hot while hawk putters around in his robe making coffee and breakfast and occasionally leaning out the window to relay to bj the noteworthy tidbits from the newspaper. they greet me with a plate of french toast, cage free eggs and fresh fruit.
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sorry bro I didn't hear your bit I got a little distracted reflecting upon my inadequacies
lmao okay so last summer I had a dream that there was a new legend called like Balthazar or smth (I also remember some characters calling him “the judge”) and he looked like the Spot from Across the Spiderverse, like tall and lanky with a doughy middle, except he was entirely black and had that wispy revenant smoke coming off him. He also had a big stupid cone hat and a semi-translucent shroud. Such an iconic silhouette… Also glowing red markings on where I’m assuming his face would be.
Despite this horrific and otherworldly appearance everyone treated him as comic relief??? and several legends had voice lines referring to him like “classic balthy” “what a clown” “he’s up to his balthy brand of mischief :/” as if his lore was well-established in universe already. He also did not speak at all.
I don’t know if this was his passive or his tactical or what but I remember that he could pull his smoky black shroud tighter around himself and enemy throwables would bounce off him/reflect back instead of damaging him. The inverse of this ability was that he could open his cloak to “eat” the enemy projectile and it would temporarily amp his weapons, like when you charge a sentinel or rampage, at the cost of chopping off some of his health.
I wrote this dream down after it happened but didn’t think anything of it until Alter came out bc the portal stuff reminded me of him. I think it would be so funny to make him a real character bc he was such a freaky dude
Today I was playing ranked as Mirage with a rando Wattson and Wraith, we were literally cowering in a building during the second to last circle while a caustic furiously searched for us and laid gas traps outside and all I could think about was this tiktok bc they WERE my girls and I certainly wasn’t keeping them safe from anyone
I had a dream that respawn added dinosaurs to apex with absolutely zero promotion or warning. Like slightly tweaked alien-looking dinosaurs obviously but there was just a straight-up triceratops twice the size of a trident locked onto me and me alone, chasing me across kings canyon while I desperately tried to chip it’s health away with a longbow at close range. There were also baby velociraptor things infesting every dark little crevice of the map and there was a special “golden” t-rex somewhere on the map that if u killed it a care package would drop in and it would be full of gold versions of ur team’s weapons.
There weren’t even any notable voicelines added except an exchange between vantage and fuse where she teases him about finally getting to meet others of his kind and he says smth to the effect of “this canyon’s only big enough for one dino and his name is fusey-saurus” which I found utterly delightful
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Bros I'm crying.
The prey movie was insane.
It was actually insane watching a young female Native American hunter take down a predator using mostly her wits.
It was so fucking smart setting the movie in that era, not just bc it makes it appropriate to focus on native American culture and the Comanche people, which is awesome, but also because it just created this rich tension.
You're watching a cloaked, highly advanced alien soldier from another planet basically tear through the American wilderness, and it gets wrekt by a teenager with arrows and tomahawks.
I can't shut up about how brilliant that decision was, and how well done.
Really.
Just a stellar idea for a horror/sci Fi/ action movie.
It was simple and effective.
A native American hunter vs an alien warrior with a sense of honor.
She has tomahawks and arrows. He has bullshit tech, but he does have a sense of honor and also.
He can be beaten through wits. Through determination. Gumption.
She had all that and more.
She was the better hunter.
The movie is also gorgeously shot and choreographed! I really lost my mind watching Naru fight. I really was vibrating when the predator was tearing white guys to shreds.
I was shitting crying and vomiting when they had their final showdown.
Just couldn't bear how great it was.
I watched the ALGS streams so much I had a dream that they added a game type just for competitive tournaments where you could have a squad of 4, but your 4th had to be strictly support. They could carry heals, shields, and ammo but no weapons. Defense legends could carry more shields but offensive legends could carry more ammo. Naturally most picked lifeline or newcastle for the quick revives. They would automatically die once their team dies bc their whole point is to keep them alive so no ratting but they could absolutely be killed before their team so they’d always be stuffed into shrubs or under stairs or smth to stay hidden while their team threw extra supplies at them to carry. And the fights were so funny looking too, just teams scrapping it out bullets and grenades and ultimates flying and their support members just anxiously spamming crouch just off to the side
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Tell me a soft memory
we would find out later i had burned off my entire cornea - about 65% of my eye. my doctor told me it is the organ with the highest concentration of nerve endings - i was in an amount of pain that can't be spoken.
and i was blind. for the first time in my life, i was totally blind. i kept thinking about reading, about writing. weirdly, just once, about driving. we had no idea if i would ever see again. just like that - my entire life was different.
it is a strange place to reference for a soft memory, to begin here.
my siblings were taking excellent care of me, but there was a moment in the hospital where, just through bad luck and timing - both of them had to step away for a moment. i was crying at that point; not emotionally. for 3 days after this i would still be crying, my tears, like a mermaid's, a frothy pink with blood.
my brother worried about leaving me. he had another, just-as-bad emergency.
"i got her," someone said. "don't worry."
a soft hand held mine, and then she started talking.
her name was jess. she has a wife named clyde. they live a few blocks up the street. clyde fell down, but the x-rays seem to be coming back better than expected. jess says she's got long dark hair and "more wrinkles than an elephant". jess describes every chair in the room and every person. she talks about her two kids and her cats and her favorite memories from college.
a doctor came. i had to switch to a different waiting room. i tried to stand up to follow the voice - i found jess's hand, following me. she didn't let go. she kept talking the whole way: lamp to your left, just a few more steps, okay to your right is the ugliest painting, good, now a little more walking straight, you got it baby
in the new silence of the next room she sat me down and called my brother for me, telling him where we'd gone to. and she stayed there for a bit, just chatting, her voice echoing in the eerie quiet. gently describing the room to me. and then someone was rude. from the sound of the voice, a kid, i think.
"why is she crying?"
"she just lost her vision," jess said. "she can't see."
"oh." said the kid. "that's scary."
the kid tells me he is here because he has peas stuck up his nose. that makes me laugh, his mom (?) groans. she tells me about the kid (he's 6, he likes paw patrol and eating cheese), about herself, about moving from cali.
jess says she's sorry, but she has to leave now, she's gotta go check on her wife.
"don't worry," says the mom. "i got her." and then i felt her hand press into mine.
for hours like that: i am taken care of by strangers. each person just talking with whatever comes to their head - not for any reward or celebrity or real reason, i guess. just because i am scared and alone and in the hospital and blinded and need to be distracted. not everyone even got told the story - they would just pick up in the silence with - oh by the way the television is playing HGTV - do you like that kind of a thing? yeah, me too, but could never quite get into those open-floor plans, i'll tell you -
by the time my brother is able to come back, the room is buzzing. we talk to each other like old friends, laughing, cracking jokes about if you don't like hospital food wait until you get on an airplane and can't believe i'm up past two in the morning what a party animal i'm becoming. i am holding the hands of someone named drew, who likes my crow tattoo and making crochet snails.
there are many dark moments full of pain in this world. this - in the low of absolute-dark, absolute-pain: people find a way to paint in it anyway. the color splash of their voices: this triumphant, radiating kindness of - let's be here together, let me help you, let's keep going.
i never saw their faces. i can't remember many of their names. but i think about them often, and the way we all took a deep breath - and did something gentle amongst the pain.