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MacGyver hug compilation, but this time with music and more hugs :) I'm not great at editing but I put a lot of time and effort into this one lol.
Music is "Hug all ur friends" by Cavetown! All clips are from MacGyver (2016)!
If you want version with dialogue/without music
My hug comps
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Something I really like in the PHM movie is Graceâs relationship with talking about death throughout the movie. He doesnât avoid it entirely, but whenever Grace can talk around death instead of acknowledging it directly, he does.
During Yao and Ilyukhinaâs funeral, he canât bring himself to say that heâll make sure they didnât die in vain/die for nothing. When talking to Stratt, he can say that they all know theyâre going to die, but struggles when saying that it must be hard for Stratt to ask âeveryone toâŚyou knowâ.
When Rocky asks what will happen to him after the mission is complete, Grace talks about stretching his food out and doesnât directly acknowledge that heâs going to die until Rocky explicitly asks for confirmation that heâs going to die. And after that, he immediately defaults back to talking around it (âI know Iâm not going home, I know why, and itâs okayâ).
He has the easiest time explicitly talking about death when he feels less like itâs directly about him / less like an immediate issue (âand the astronautsâŚdie in space?â âand they all know theyâre going to dieâ âbut I die in 30 yearsâ). Even during the scene where Stratt is asking him to go on the mission, he says âyouâre asking me right now to give up my lifeâ, not âyouâre asking me to dieâ.
The choices he makes in how he talks about death feel very intentional and meaningful, because even though ultimately heâs talking about the same thing, his avoidance and his clever ways of talking around it are SUCH a good reflection of his fears.
Especially as a complement to his avoidance of telling Rocky the truth, his line about how âthereâs no harm in pretending for a little whileâ, and his admittance that his ex was right about him not wanting to live in the real world.
Itâs just a writing and acting choice that I absolutely ADORE and itâs such a great detail in the movie to further show us Graceâs character. Especially as we see him settle more and more into his bravery, the moments where he does risk his life, and ultimately his choice to go back for Rocky, even though it means accepting his death. Amaze amaze amaze movie with amaze amaze amaze writing đââď¸
I think you can learn a lot about me by the fact that the first time I ever used a credit card was buying books and it got flagged as suspicious and wouldn't go through because it was over 200 dollars.
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So Artfight is starting literally tomorrow and Iâve updated a grand total of one (1) of my character references â but trust that Iâll be a lot more active drawing other peopleâs characters over my own. I'm very jumbled and unprepared this year, but I've got the spirit! :p
So to anyone out there also participating in artfight feel free to send me a link to one of your characters or your artfight profile! I mainly draw humanoids but Iâm flexible. My particular goal this year is really to seek out people with high battle ratios (many more attacks than defenses) or who don't have much art done of their characters because that can be so demotivating.
Anyways, hereâs the one character I actually made new art of (cw eye gore)
Oh also this is my artfight profile!
rewatching macgyver and i'm getting the sense this will be a series i call "Mac being mad at being told no"
today's episode was s1 ep 10, Pliers, where jack doesn't want mac ripping up his rented minivan:
your """""""bank account"""""" or missing little girl, Jack?
Your tags are awesome. Now I'm imagining Mac having a car that he refuses to ever bring in for repairs because "why pay for someone to do something I can do myself?" and then "why bother to pay for parts I can just makeshift myself?" and then gutting every 'unnecessary' component from the car to use for other projects.
All this builds up over the years -- especially since he never drives it⌠-- until finally Jack's car broke down or something so Mac gets to go pick him up for once and Jack's immediately like "what the FUCK is that? Did you just put that together right now off of junk you picked up the side of the road? What'd'you mean you've had this for years???" and he hires a tow truck when they're off on a mission to tow Mac's car to a junk yard because he has borderline anxiety attacks when he thinks about Mac driving it (for multiple reasons. No, Mac, a strong knowledge of physics is not a sufficient substitute to driving lessons--)
something that i DO find fascinating abt both phm and interpretations of it is when folks say things along the lines of âthe point of graceâs lack of attachments isnât that heâs aroace, the point of graceâs lack of attachments is that heâs refused to open himself up enough to form ANY close bonds because heâs a cowardâ because like. not only is it very possible for both to be true, i think that reading both as being the case continues to enhance the story AND speaks a very honest truth about how being aroace might have affected his life?
like. imagine you are grace. you have a life you enjoy where you get to teach kids youâre fond of about a subject you love. youâve been hanging out with your friend marissa weekly for years (!) and you have a lot of peers on project hail mary who you respect and even have fun with. but! youâre also like 40, and you know how the world works - at the end of the day, at the end of the project, all of those people will go back to their parents and families and partners. the people whose names are on their emergency contact forms and birth certificates and marriage licenses and apartment leases. no matter how much you care about them, and no matter how much they care about you, there is always someone else in their life who is Above you, and Before you, because Thatâs How The World Works.
so like⌠yeah. lmao. aroace grace not opening himself up all the way because he anticipates pain and wants to avoid that is a kind of protective hedging that i find very likely for him to engage in? even if he opens himself up to the people around him, the fact is that most of those people will only reciprocate to whatever degree they/society deem acceptable for friendship, even if they like him a lot.
which is why, imo, the very careful portrayal of grace and rockyâs friendship in the phm film reads as extremely aroace-coded. because itâs not ârocky specifically is Special and Likable in a way which fixes all of graceâs hangups and allows him to open upâ - itâs ârocky has a partner to go home to, but on multiple occasions, puts grace Above and Before that in a way which grace is unused to, because grace comes from a society which culturally and legally devalues the types of relationships he wants and holds most dear.â and once rocky shows that he is willing to reciprocate friendship and care to a degree grace could never expect from anyone on earth, grace no longer needs to maintain the kind of emotional defenses he always has. grace likes rocky and wants to be friends from the moment they meet, of course, but only lets himself form SUCH a close bond after rocky demonstrates that he, too, does not place an earth-society-style limit on the strength of their friendship. and theyâre both better off for it!
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#the reason that lab safety regulations are the way they are is because literally all chemists are like this #as in 100% of them #no exceptions (via @prokopetz)
For some reason this reminded me of when I overheard my lab TA tell another student âwell, we could try a tabletop extraction...â after they spilled most of their product on the table, which sounded all professional and stuff. And then I glance over and theyâre literally just mopping it up with paper towels and squeezing it back into the beaker. This was honors section ochem btw.
Throughout the seasons Mac doesn't pick up or doesn't respond to Jack's calls on a litany of occasions, and then he misses Jack's call right before Jack dies... you're telling me this guy doesn't get a little weird about phones? You're telling me the guilt wouldn't eat him alive?
Mac used to respond hours late. Texts left on read, calls going to voicemail as he got too immersed in a project, or on a run, or even just too deep in his own head. They all used to complain about it, Jack most of all.
Now Mac misses a call from Riley while he's in the shower or something, and suddenly Riley is getting increasingly panicked spam calls from him until she picks up. She hears his shaky breathing on the other end and her heart sinks.
Now Mac keeps a charger with him all the time. If his phone gets below 60% he starts sweating. Before everything his phone was chronically on like 10%, and the others would harangue him to charge it. Riley starts making sure she always has a battery pack on her in case he needs it.
Now Mac has a spike of panic when his phone rings, scrambling to answer as fast as he can. The others begin to notice he almost always picks up on the first or second ring.
Now Mac stays up all night sometimes because he keeps jolting awake with the phantom ringing of a phone playing in his head.
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MacGyver Project Hail Mary AU anyoneâŚ.?
Yes, Jack is Rocky. Otherwise I have no clue what roles the other characters would play.
Love the found family inclusion in my MCAT book
Macgyver Seaon 2 Deleted Scene from Mac + Jack
For once actually just posted a full completed MacGyver fic to Ao3 instead of a WIP đ unreasonably proud of that fact
Anyways, it was based off the fact that I finally got a SAK, broke my nail on it a billion times, thought "I should write that happening to Mac!" immediately followed by "I can't just write a fic about Mac breaking his nail, what kind of story would that be?" and then long story short I ended up with this. (Full fic on Ao3!)
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When Macâs nail split, he was surprised first and foremost. He blinked down at his pointer finger, the white line streaking through the nail, the drop of blood welling up at its deepest part, the SAK responsible closed up and innocent in his other hand. The mechanism was stiff, the knife blade resistant to being pulled out and his fingernail too weak to force it. His nail had bent and the knife had snicked back into the SAK.
He thought;Â weird, thatâs never happened to me.
Then he thought;Â new SAK.
Jack was hovering, standing over his shoulder, jittery and practically dancing from foot to foot. Distant gunfire was getting closer. Mac stared at his SAK, except it wasnât his SAK. It looked the same, same glossy red finish, same tools, same muscle memory, but it wasnât. An inconsequential difference, but one that made it fail him when he needed it.
Jack got antsier, obviously watching over Macâs shoulder and on the verge of commenting on his inaction. Mac clamped his teeth on the metal and pulled the knife out, then he got to work sawing through the fabric sack in front of him.
Overall it was just a small hiccup that no one commented on, Jack had been the only one close enough to catch it anyways. The mission progressed as was typical for them, guns and hijinks and bickering. They got to exfil in one piece and Jack napped most of the flight home.
With Jackâs snoring combatting the sound of the helicopter blades, Mac tilted his hand to look at where the sparse drops of blood had crusted into the crease on the side of his nail. Given a couple days it would be good as new. At the end of the day it was just an inconvenience and a broken nail.
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âYou know, most of the time when a teacher says a student just isnât applying themselves, theyâre talking out of their ass.â Macâs grandfather was cleaning dishes in the kitchen, calling back over his shoulder to where Mac was poking at his food in the dining room. âBut I know you have plenty of brainsââ
Mac smiled to himself.
ââso itâs your work ethic thatâs the problem.â
Macâs smile dropped and he scowled at his plate. âYouâre acting like Iâm failing my classes. I still got mostly Aâs.â
âYou got a C in chemistry, I thought you liked that subject.â
âMy teacher has it out for me, honestly.â Mac pushed clumps of rice in a circle. âI think she still holds what happened in lab last semester against me. She keeps such a close eye on me now that I donât get to even have any fun with it.â
âItâs not about having fun, itâs about learning.â
âI donât see why it canât be both.â Mac shot over a playful smile, but his grandfather returned nothing but a disapproving frown.
âYou have to take your education seriously.â Harry slung a rag over his shoulders and moved over to sit opposite of Mac at the round table. âWith a head like yours you can get far, but you need to keep it focused on the right things, like your education not your fun.â
âWhat, so I can end up like my dad?â
âYou think thatâs a bad thing?â
Mac scowled and looked back down at his plate. âIf I want to make a bunch of money in some important job then no. If I want to be a good dad then yes, yes it is.â
Harry was quiet for a long moment before sighing, as if Macâs simmering resentment was a troublesome thing. He didnât comment on it any further, but there was a kind of frown on his face that implied he could if he wanted to.
Mac finished up his last few bites in silence, just the scrape of his silverware against the plate and the quiet drumming of Harryâs fingers on the table. When he stood up Harry raised his hand to stop him.
âAngusâŚâ
âWhat now, you want to chew me out on my biology grade too?â
Harryâs face was completely flat and unamused. âI got a call from the school that they had to confiscate your SAK after you were using it to damage school property.â
Mac set his plate back down with a clatter. âI was fixing the clock! It was running fast, I was sick of being marked tardy for class whenââ
âAngus.â Harry cut off, wearily. âTo be clear, I donât care.â
Mac pressed his lips thinly together, suffocating his numerous complaints. He knew that when his grandfather said that, he meant it. Any litany of defenses â however valid â were going to fall on deaf ears.
âYou have a responsibility.â Harry emphasized.
âYou sound like Uncle Ben.â Mac snarked back.
âSit down.â Harry ordered. Mac frowned but obeyed. Harry dug into his shirt pocket and pulled out the SAK, setting it on the table between them. âYour mind means that youâre capable of a lot of things, and I gave you this tool to foster that, but I need to know that youâre going to be using it wisely and responsibly â not to get out of minor inconveniences. You need to start thinking ahead, kid.â
âButââ
ââIf I give this back to you, can you promise me that youâll do that?â Harry exaggerated the word, weary but unyielding.
Mac glanced down at the SAK sitting against the light, worn, wood of the table.
âIâll be more careful.â Mac finally promised, subdued.
âGood. Take it, and donât you lose it again.â
my tabs every time I'm trying to write MacGyver...
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project hail mary time travel fic but it's stratt. and she has to do it again.
the thing here is of course that it worked. it worked, so she has to do it again. she has to send him again. she's not even going to save dubois and shapiro, she's not going to save yao and ilyukhina, she's not changing anything, it worked.
except maybe she adds some supplies, to the ship. increases the amount of food, includes some organic compounds. more painkillers. and maybe she spends more time in proximity to grace. not working with him, not talking to him, just doing what she'd be doing anyway, what she's already done, with him in her line of sight
and he notices, because that's his job. was his job. that was the point of him, to know her well enough to notice something has changed. and he doesn't say anything, isn't going to say anything, and in fact maybe nothing gets said. neither of them say anything and the lab explodes and she sends him to die and she waits and waits and waits and the beetles come back and he doesn't. and then she wakes up again on an aircraft carrier off the coast of china
and it WORKED. and she's here AGAIN, because maybe this is just what happens to you when you are the final signature on a mass extinction event. maybe this is her penance. maybe the world continues on without her, warmer and brighter, but she has to stay here in the worst of it and hold it all together.
she did better. she tried. she knew more. once she'd killed him, once he was out her reach, she could change more. maybe less people died. maybe different people died.
she looks at him as long as she's able and she packs him more vitamins and she doesn't say anything and the lab explodes and she waits and the crops fail and she waits and the wars start and she waits and the beetles come back and she wakes up again on an aircraft carrier and she rolls over to press her face into the mattress and she screams
the fifth time, she promotes him. six months from launch, that's when she wakes up, and she gets out of bed and gets presentable and walks to his door and says You're the primary science officer now. and he says What? No. No, it can't be me. and she says It has to be you. and she's not trying to do anything with her face, with her voice, but something must happen anyway because he looks at her and says You're sure? You're really sure? and she says It should have been you from the start. and he says Okay, let meâ Gosh, okay, I have been awake five minutes and all I've eaten since yesterday is candy, but sure, yeah, I'll go on the suicide mission. Are youâ We're getting breakfast, c'mon.
she packs him vitamins. she looks at him. he gets mildly obsessed with a different c-drama every time, somehow. maybe that's the linchpin, maybe he just has to make it through them all. she fills a harddrive with them. she tells him she's never been more sure of anything than she is of him. she waits and she waits and she waits. the beetles come back. he doesn't. she wakes up on an aircraft carrier.
she stops the lab explosion. she keeps him out of prison by the skin of her teeth. the beetles don't come back.
she lets the lab explode. she lets him hate her for killing him. she's going to be older than his alien, soon. she's on the aircraft carrier, watching him breathe, for six months. and then she's waiting, and waiting, and waiting, for twenty seven years. twenty seven years is too long for any neat little montages of her catching things before they fall. the weather isn't even the same. it depends who wins the war for the sahara. she's sisyphus, she's prometheus, she's atlas. she kills her only warmth and it gets colder and colder and colder until she wakes up again and there he is. maybe it's a gift. six whole months of him breathing
she wakes up on the aircraft carrier and she lets herself lay there because he comes looking for her after half an hour and she sees his face and she says Oh, it's good to see you. and he narrows his eyes and leans forward to press the back of his hand to her forehead, and he's never done that before. he grabs her arm, he taps her shoulder, their fingers brush when he hands her something. that's it. that's all. it's like an electric shock, his hand on her forehead. his worry. she's going to kill him and he's worried she's running a fever. she doesn't deserve six months
he says, What? she says I'm fine. he says You can't wave a get-out-of-jail-free card at a contagion. You should go back to bed. she says No, I should get to my meeting. he says Oh I already told them you're not coming. C'mon, sleep another two hours. I'll find you some soup.
and she says I keep killing you and you never make it any easier. Why do I keep getting you back? and he says Why am I here at all? and he doesn't remember, he's just far too willing to follow her anywhere, and she doesn't want to lose him. she has to. she says It has to be you. and he says If you're sure.
You've gotta fool 'em, Starsk. You've gotta make it. And you know why? 'Cause without you, Starsk, there's no me. (x)
