These waters run deeper than anyone gives them credit for, but they're not particularly still.
I was gently agonizing about what to write for this one with AtlinMerrick, and we wandered into musing about Clyde's fanon characterization. So often Clyde gets portrayed as a bit of a wallflower, but he's really not. He may be an essentially gentle, soft-spoken soul, but as that first scene in the Duck Tape shows us, Clyde's not at all shy about expressing his opinions, and he's perfectly willing to engage in confrontation.
When we first meet him, Clyde is stubbornly arguing his points about the Logan Family Curse with Jimmy, refusing to back down and even going so far as to demand an apology. We also see him calmly and firmly correcting Max Chiblain on his mis-characterization of Clyde's injuries (he's not a one armed bartender, he's a transradial amputee, which means he has two arms, thank you very much). He's not self-conscious about his amputation either; he whips that prosthetic arm off without batting an eye the second that jerk is condescending to him about whether or not Clyde can mix a drink one handed.
And when Max just will NOT stop being an ableist ass, Clyde quietly, without any undue fuss, takes the opportunity to torch Max's truck while Jimmy provides a distraction. His complete lack of surprise at the brawl breaking out right in front of him, as well as the elegant, unhurried economy of his movements (grabbing the napkin, uncorking the bottle, swinging himself up over the bar & out the door, borrowing the lighter, the casually brutal accuracy of that brick toss) points to it not being the first time the Logan brothers have orchestrated something like this. Clearly they have a fine disregard for the law when it doesn't account for the honor of the situation.
Clyde drapes himself along the railing of the porch outside the bar, gently twirling the lighter between his fingers, bold as brass; it's clearly an invitation for Max and his cronies to fuck around and find out just how tough a 6'3", 200 lb, one handed veteran of two active tours of duty with a special forces tattoo can be. And not once, in that whole 6 minutes, does he ever raise his voice; not, that is, until Jimmy seriously damages Clyde's calm by saying, "Cauliflower!"
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adamdriverfiles.
About 9.5 hours of drawing time.
I was gently agonizing about what to write for this one with AtlinMerrick, and we wandered into musing about Clyde's fanon characterization. So often Clyde gets portrayed as a bit of a wallflower, but he's really not. He may be an essentially gentle, soft-spoken soul, but as that first scene in the Duck Tape shows us, Clyde's not at all shy about expressing his opinions, and he's perfectly willing to engage in confrontation.
When we first meet him, Clyde is stubbornly arguing his points about the Logan Family Curse with Jimmy, refusing to back down and even going so far as to demand an apology. We also see him calmly and firmly correcting Max Chiblain on his mis-characterization of Clyde's injuries (he's not a one armed bartender, he's a transradial amputee, which means he has two arms, thank you very much). He's not self-conscious about his amputation either; he whips that prosthetic arm off without batting an eye the second that jerk is condescending to him about whether or not Clyde can mix a drink one handed.
And when Max just will NOT stop being an ableist ass, Clyde quietly, without any undue fuss, takes the opportunity to torch Max's truck while Jimmy provides a distraction. His complete lack of surprise at the brawl breaking out right in front of him, as well as the elegant, unhurried economy of his movements (grabbing the napkin, uncorking the bottle, swinging himself up over the bar & out the door, borrowing the lighter, the casually brutal accuracy of that brick toss) points to it not being the first time the Logan brothers have orchestrated something like this. Clearly they have a fine disregard for the law when it doesn't account for the honor of the situation.
Clyde drapes himself along the railing of the porch outside the bar, gently twirling the lighter between his fingers, bold as brass; it's clearly an invitation for Max and his cronies to fuck around and find out just how tough a 6'3", 200 lb, one handed veteran of two active tours of duty with a special forces tattoo can be. And not once, in that whole 6 minutes, does he ever raise his voice; not, that is, until Jimmy seriously damages Clyde's calm by saying, "Cauliflower!"
Reference used was a promotional photo for "Logan Lucky" shared by
adamdriverfiles.About 9.5 hours of drawing time.
