I'm back!!!!
So these are the first batch of MWII MP operator cosplay guides. I decided to stick to the standard skins for these six, due to both popular demand and level of detail. I've found some of the other skins released for some characters to be too fantastical or not bearing enough realistic detail to be worth a breakdown.
Anyway, I've got six people here for everyone: three from SPECGRU and three for KORTAC.
A reminder for those who are a little out of the loop:
Some of what you may see may not be commercially available as it either might be government sales only, or not physically exist in that colour/pattern.
If you have any questions about what you see here, or any suggestions, corrections, or requests, please don’t hesitate to leave it as a note or in a reblog!
And please share this (and past and future) post around, so as many people can see it as possible. I want to share and spread this knowledge with as many as possible!
Guides are under the cut!
SPECGRU:
KORTAC:
Thanks again for all of your ongoing support! It's the notes and reblogs that make this worth doing!
I love that in Octonauts there are no real villains, at least no overarching bad guys.
No reoccurring predator. No evil counterpart of the real team. No corrupt organization that wants to destroy the ocean.
Just an animal team exploring the ocean.
Out of all the '86 flyboys who became like uncles to little Bradley, it wasn't Mav, it wasn't Slider, it wasn't even Wolf or Wood- who taught him his first swear word, it was Ice He'd done it with his nieces and nephews and little cousins before, so why would Bradley be any different? Of course, he figured one of the others would have beat him to it, but the shocked and speechless look on Maverick's face told him otherwise.
When no one had been looking, he'd quietly beckoned Bradley over with a "Hey, baby Goose, com'ere." When Bradley's little voice had proudly chirped "fuck" over the dinner table, Maverick had immediately choked on his food and dropped his fork while Carole immediately burst out in laughter so contagious, Ice couldn't help but catch on. Mav's pale face and shocked expression only making the situation funnier.
"Carol, I swear- I didn't- I never-" Maverick rushed to defend himself.
"Oh honey, I know. And I know I didn't, which means," Carol turned on Ice then, and damn. He didn't think of that. He figured Maverick would've already pulled the stunt. "Mr. Goody two-shoes, Thomas 'Iceman' Kazansky, is the first person to teach my son a swear word." Carol cackled while pointing and accusing finger at him.
"Ice-" Maverick implored in disbelief.
"Well, I figured-" Ice gestured over to Maverick while struggling to conceal his grin.
The conversation turned from their to all three adult coaching little Bradley on how, yes- that is a word, and no, it's not a very nice one that should ever be used, all while desperately trying to suppress their laughter.
However it was Ice who would suffer the unforseen consequences of his little prank, as over the years, neither Maverick nor Bradley- now proudly Rooster, would ever let him forget that it was Admiral Thomas "Iceman" Kazansky, Commander of the Pacific Fleet who had taught him his first swear word.
They really put Tom Cruise in front of a camera, told him the blond was the love interest and then didn't specify which one, didn't they?
my father said to me once that one of the things he deeply regretted was not putting music on for his father while he was fading away. he told me that grandpa would just sit in his old armchair in the quiet, and not until after he’d passed did my dad think of how he could have played of his favorite classical music tapes for him so grandpa could listen to something while he still could. i was very young when this happened and not much older when my dad told me this, but it always stuck with me as something important.
my mother died at home in a hospice cot, slowly shutting down over the course of about a week. when she had stopped responding, i remembered what dad told me about wishing he’d played music for grandpa, and i put the radio on her favorite country music station and kept it on for her until she died.
daddy died in hospital. no cassette players, no decent radios. the day after he was brought in, i thought again of what he told me, and i bought a little portable bluetooth speaker. even though he never woke up, was never aware, i played music for him too.
there’s no real significance to sharing this, not really. my motivation is selfish, again: i just want to hope that someone might think of this when their loved one is stuck in silence somehow, and maybe they’ll play music for them, and they won’t have to regret not doing so. i want to hope it helps someone. and i want to hope that someone will remember my dad with me, even in just a “story i read on the internet” way.
拾い画像でリハビリおトムちゃん。
I made this a long time ago but for some reason never posted! It is my quick guide to protecting yourself against burnout as a person with ADHD and ASD.
Of course it is all about meeting your support needs at the end of the day, which are completely individual and may vary over time, but this could function as a guide if you have a hard time figuring out where to start! 🫶🏻 💙💙💙
just saw this and i find it kinda funny that i posted this and then my next post is a captain barnacles fanfic i wrote that is very angst
so i literally went "fuck it, i'll do it myself"
fuck you octonauts brainrot
someone recc me captain barnacles angst or literaly anything
i cannot be picky rn
I love you How to Train Your Dragon. I love you The Sea Beast. I love you “everything we know about you is wrong”. I love you “you can be a hero and still be wrong”. I love you children questioning generations of propaganda. I love you adorable yet dangerous creature winning over a child with an act of kindness in the midst of a war. I love you children ending your parents wars through an unlikely friendship. I love you children teaching your community to chose forgiveness and peace. I love you power of friendship overcoming generations of hate.
Literally
someone make an edit of top gun to real gone by sheryl crow