#Red Rube

[chernobog13]

The last Golden Age superhero created by MLJ (now known as Archie Comics), Red Rube was that company's answer to Fawcett Comic's Captain Marvel.

Or, to be more precise: MLJ's blatant rip-off of Captain Marvel.

Both heroes were young orphans, Billy Watson and Reuben Reubens, who were granted powers from different entities after shouting magic words. For Billy it was "Shazam!", after which he was struck by magic lightning and transformed into Captain Marvel. Reuben, on the other hand, shouted "Hey, Rube!" and was transformed by a magic tornado into Red Rube. And both Billy and Reuben got jobs as young reporters.

The biggest difference between the characters, however, was their popularity. Cap outlasted the majority of other comic book superheroes, and only stopped being published in 1953 because of Fawcett's legal troubles. Red Rube didn't even last a year.

Red Rube was a rare breed of hero for MLJ, as he actually had superpowers; the majority of their characters were just masked crimefighters. He was created at the time when MLJ was phasing out its costumed heroes and replacing them with more comedic features, including a certain teen-aged Archie Andrews. Rube reflected this trend: he did not take himself - or his adventures - seriously, and they were written with a comedic bent.

MLJ/Archie Comics revived and revised most of their superhero characters several times over the next several decades, but Red Rube, and another hero named Mr. Satan, were not among them. Because of that, both of those characters are now in the public domain.

#Red Rube #Reuben Reubens #MLJ #Archie Comics #Golden Age comics #Ed Robbins #public domain superhero

[browsethestacks]

Vintage Comic - Zip Comics #041

Pencils: Harry Sahle

Inks: Harry Sahle

MLJ/Archie (Nov1943)

#Comics #Archie Comics #MLJ #Zip Comics #Harry Sahle #Steel Sterling #Red Rube #Vintage #Art #CGC #MLJ Magazines #Archie #1943 #1940s #40s

[chronivore]

Red Rube

#red Rube #comics #golden age comics

[joltning]

the truth needs to come out

#actually? Don’t trust any of them intoxicated there WILL be a fire #I just realized the implication might be that the juice boxes were the cocktails. no they give him juice now so he doesn’t Trip over himself #and become like a living rube goldberg machine #rvb #red vs blue #rvb donut #donut rvb #franklin delano donut #rvb caboose #caboose rvb #micheal j caboose #rvb wash #wash rvb #agent washington #rvb carolina #carolina rvb #agent carolina #doodles

[gummi-stims]

Fun gumball machines from the_fc_man on tiktok!

#stimboard #moodboard #stim #stim gifs #gifset #gif #gumball machine #rube goldberg machine #candy #kidcore #mechanical #machine #blue #yellow #pink #green #red #orange #rainbow #multicolor #visual stim #moon #spiral #marble run #(sort of) #food #gumballs #gumball #gum #flashing lights

[spectral-honey]

Thinking about baby tim drake home alone-ing attempted kidnappers

#tim drake #red robin #he has the evil inside of him to viciously subdue home intruders #also it would be silly :3 #dc #batman #timmy gleefully setting up rube Goldberg machines to get a old boot duct taped to the end of a broom to kick a guy in the sack #hes waiting for their spirits to die before he calls in batman

[blueiight]

u know how in the draft script louis and lily were gonna fuck& lestat was gonna guide him in it. i think in the script lestat or lily even grabbed louis’s ass and tried to guide him into it? well. theres a song by the big tymers called #1 stunna where birdman says ‘i like to fuck him ina ass while he beat up the pussy’.

#yn. #and rodeo by juvenile or red walls by rob49… or meet me in the rubes. i have a playlist that exists btwn me& god

[theremina]

Sigh.

Another day, another wildly out-of-touch, glass-bottom PR blumpkin courtesy of self-declared “lefty” celebs who genuinely believe they’re above accountability, amends-making, or even consistently honoring their word.

Always and forever in solidarity with everyone else out there tryna make a living as an artist whose labor has been used or abused or exploited by insincere cult-of-personality manufacturers they loved and trusted.

Photo: 2003. Clandestine rendevous in a swanky midtown hotel room. I drank Big Bird under the table. Captured by the lovely and amazing Lisa Gidley.

#fuck you pay me #rape apologists #big bird #vaudeville #cabaret #nightclubbing #pay to play #rube #chump #striped tights #stripey tights #red velvet #fluffy #crinoline #point shoes #witchy

[christmascomics]

Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer #5 (1954) by Rube Grossman.

#comics #christmas #1950s #DC #rudolph the red-nosed reindeer #Rube Grossman

[thedreadvampy]

My parasocial relationships are purely location based I never think 'oh this famous person is my Best Friend' UNLESS. they are from the North East of England, and especially Teesside. Somebody on the telly says they're from Darlington and I'm like OH WE'RE BESTIES MEET U AT THE TOWN CLOCK.

#me every time i talk about drag race uk s2: CHERRY VALENTINE WAS ROBBED #HOW DO YOU NOT LOVE HER SHE CAME OUT DRESSED AS A TRAIN AND THE TOWN CLOCK #you fools. you rubes. do you not know my best friend cherry valentine #a YouTuber i like mentioned growing up in Boro and I went from 0 to I WONDER IF I'LL EVER MEET THEM IRL reeeeeal fast #i don't even live in the North East! i haven't lived there for a decade! i don't actually know anyone there except my mum's friends! #but if you're from whitby or consett or bishop or chester le street we are friends it's just the way it is #oh you referenced Redcar I GO TO REDCAR oh you're in spennymoor WE'RE BASICALLY NEIGHBOURS #THIS IS MY TURF AND EVERYONE THERE IS MY FRIEND #it extends out to penrith and selectively up to berwick. down as far as whitby and at a pinch york. #you know. the Actual North #but Northumberland is a bit less Mine like i claim Pac as my Northern Pal but idk about anything except Newcastle Hexham and Corbridge #you get above Newcastle and I'm out until Bamborough #BUT AHA. TRICKED YOU. NOW YOU ARE IN MY NEW PARASOCIAL STOMPING GROUND OF EDINBURGH AND THE EASTERLY LOTHIANS #red said

[61below]

Good news: I didn’t break my hand.

Bad news: I spent 3 hours waiting to be told I have a fancy bruise, and I don’t even want to know what my godcursed out of pocket costs will be

#😑 #sitting there waiting for my ‘welp i hate this’ valve to reach the red like some delay release rube goldberg function 😑 #meanwhile in minnesota #getting the garden in is on Hold and I’m Extra Big Mad at myself for it bc we’re going to have thunderstorms starting this afternoon-monday #aka perfect fucking weather for seedlings 😠

[sm0zzuh]

Who here’s heard of the Rube Goldberg Machine?

#cartoon #cartoons #red dragons #art #comics #comic #artist #drawing #rd #rube #rube goldberg #machine #physics #iClone #animation #3d #three #dimensional #render #rendering #animate #animated #3d model #modeling #modelling #rgm #machinery #machines #animates

[chronivore]

Red Rube

#red rube #comics #golden age comics

[merakidoll]

『 ↳✧･ﾟ therapist! chrollo x bimbo! reader ;

warnings : black chubby reader. yandere!chrollo! stalking themes, riding, ALL CONSENSUAL!! soft dom chrollo, he’s just so utterly in love with reader !

mirahnote! : this is for @honeybleed underrated characters collab <3

a man of many talents, and lying just so happened to be his best one. you were someone who he adored. liked- loved even, but you had no clue who he was. chrollo was the man who lurked in the dark, whenever you felt like you saw something but blamed it on your shadow. it infact was him. eyes piercing and watching your every move. licking his lips whenever you did something that made his tummy boil with something he wasn’t so familiar with. you were such a dumb little thing, being so naive to think that you were going crazy for thinking that you had a stalker. it honestly pissed him off how everyone made you think it was you going crazy, making you seek therapy. how ironic, right?

“what made you feel that way?” he faked his concern so well that tears fell from your eyes. he hated seeing you cry, but he dug his nails into his palms to stop from grabbing you and soothing you. “w-well no one believes me” you looked up from your nails, big eyes watery and red. chrollo almost felt guilt, but he couldn’t find it in himself to. he was so close to you, closer than he’s ever been and it all feels so worth it. so with a sweet smile and what you thought was a safe person you let him sit beside you. rubbing his soft palms over your thighs.

“i’m here for you” he said so sweetly that made your heart flutter. what a fool. “t-that’s a good girl” your chest tighted as he paised you, pussy lips closing down on him to keep him secure inside of you. your arms wrapped around his neck, your face barried into his shoulder slob from your moans dripping down onto the expensive fabric. his scent alone had your pussy creaming around him. but the added thick head of his cock, and grit he exuded you were a mess. “chrollo loves you princess” he sounds so sincere. like had been waiting to confess such thing for years

your mind was too foggy to register it tho. so consumed by how stuffed your cunt felt. “y-yours” you whispered so high off the feeling of feeling good. “c-chrollos” you said his name sweetly. and he couldn’t help himself. ropes after ropes let go inside of you. he dug his toes into the dress shoes curseing in his head how he didn’t at least let you cum first. but he was too utterly in love with you to hold that back. when his cock finally calmed but came right back up, he printed his feet down into the carpet and gripped your hips. “who’s are you?” he sat you up from his shoulder sliding down into the couch just a bit.

“y-yours?” you said eyes watering at him going deeper. then he bounced. one, twice, your breast bounced with your body. nipples hard from the cool air, your fingers went to you lips bitting down onto the flesh not wanting to scream and disturb anyone. “thata girl” he smirked bucking his hips into you to meet your bounces. you couldn’t take it. “w-waitttt” you begged. your clit that rubes aginst his hairs making your feel so sensitive. your juices came out quick that neither of you had time to react.

it dripped onto his pants, and down your thighs. some even getting on the leather couch and carpet. you were so dizzy from the orgasm that all you could do was fall into a deep coma. chrollo of course took care of you, putting you on some of his clothes and humming as he wiped the sticky cums off of you.“precious girl” he said some himself softly rubbing your brown skin. you were finally his. and he couldn’t ever let you leave.

#— writings! #chrollo x reader #chrollo x black reader #chrollo smut #chrollo lucifer x reader #chrollo lucifer smut #chrollo x chubby reader #hxh x black reader #hxh smut #anime x chubby reader #anime smut #anime x black!reader

[prismatic-bell]

Okay so I never actually want to see Disney or Tim Burton touch this with a thirty-foot pole because they’d fucking ruin it, but. May I present to you The Nightmare Before Christmas 2 that lives in my head rent-free:

Jack Strikes Back.

It’s another ordinary year in Halloweentown when there’s a knock at Jack’s door. He opens it and there’s an extremely burly dude in a loincloth, a fairy, and a walking pot of burning oil.

They want to talk to Jack.

He has experience, they’ve heard, with a certain big red lobster man yelling about how holidays are supposed to give each other their space and not railroad over each other, and our motley band of new protagonists could use his expertise on the matter. Because it seems old Sandy Claws might be just a leeeeeeeettle bit of a hypocrite.

These three representatives have a favor to ask of Jack: help get Claus back where he fucking belongs and out of Chanukkah.

Featuring:

—a running gag where the Chanukkians go to utterly ridiculous, Rube Goldberg-like lengths to keep the pot of oil lit. It never goes out, but good lord at what cost.

—this gag finally pays off right at the very end when everybody thinks Santa’s extinguished the oil. After a moment’s horrified silence the flame appears again and everybody from Halloweentown loses their shit cheering, because it’s been thirty years and they’re STILL a little confused but they got the spirit.

—the mayor is absolutely delighted by the presence of gelt. Candy? Your holiday includes CANDY? How excellent! Forward-thinking, even! Kindred spirits!

—everybody is confused by the fairy, including the fairy. She tells people she wasn’t originally from Chanukkahtown, she was from an ad campaign. She thinks. She’s not really sure. Characters from Chanukkahtown who speak Hebrew don’t seem to notice she’s there.

—of course there’s a group of arguing rabbis. OF COURSE there is. And yes, it is of course implied that two of them are Shammai and Hillel, because they’re arguing about which way you’re supposed to light the chanukkiyah.

—Santa tries to blame Jack because after all, Jack wanted more Christmas! Santa’s just being nice! Jack is having none of this.

—Lock, Stock, and Barrel are basically in love with Judah Maccabee (the big burly dude, of course) because he enjoys catapults.

—Jack does actually try to learn about Chanukkah. The problem is, every question he asks, he gets multiple, wildly various, all correct answers. The only time everybody agrees is when he says “and when is this Chanukkah?” and Judah goes THE TWENTY-FIFTH DAY OF KISLEV and Jack goes “which is…when, exactly?” And everybody just stops and stares at each other before they all go “uh….we can check. Yeah. We’ll check.”

—the fairy is horrified to find out the reason she doesn’t remember where she’s from is because the answer is “Christmastown.” She was basically a Smurfette. When Santa tries to recall her she’s like “D: nope sorry I’m defecting I’d rather have no past and make people happy even if I AM an ad campaign”

—the rabbis thank Jack at the end by giving him “a traditional Chanukkah token.” It’s a pair of socks.

[headspace-hotel]

Another note on climate change despair:

My politics are pretty leftist, especially by the standards of a red state, but I think there is a such thing as Too Far Left re: the systemic nature of problems

It happens when you start to believe that nothing will ever change unless the current system is completely destroyed and a new one built in its place. In particular, when you believe that taking steps to reform, or decrease the harm of, a corrupt system is pointless or even bad, you've gone off the deep end imho.

People from my own country—the United States—will say things like "Gradual, incremental change is pointless, we need Revolution!"

Look me in the eyes and tell me that women's rights, LGBTQ rights, racial equality, etc. are in the same state they were in 1950. Maybe just google these things first.

Revolution IS an incremental change!!! This country has tens of thousands of elected officials and officeholders!! Every life-supporting industry is run by a fucked up Rube Goldberg machine of bureaucracy that could stretch from here to the Moon 87 times!!! This country's laws, institutions, and supply chains are a Bethesda game programmed in the 1700's, released unfinished and currently running thousands of mods, at least half of which either remove crucial game mechanics and content at random or do things like "make your character take damage when he pees." Do you think it's really possible to raze this clusterfuck to the ground and rebuild it from scratch?

anyway, I say this because a concerning amount of people believe literally nothing meaningful can be done to save the planet until our current government and economic system no longer exist.

I get it. Capitalism is what got us into this mess and it's making it worse right now, but we do not have zero agency, capitalism does not have infinite power and wisdom, and humans and governments can and do make decisions that are contrary to the immediate interests of capitalism. I think it's not only possible but normal throughout history for people's actions and beliefs to flow against the prevailing power of the time.

Think of dandelions. They flourish not because they are wanted, but because they are numerous, and the power that controls the grass and sidewalks cannot reach everywhere at once. And so they are unstoppable, and will never be destroyed.

We must have the raw, opportunistic resisting power of weeds, taking hold in every crack in the terrible machine that controls our lives. We must hold on like little plants in an expanse of cracked concrete—the slab will not be dug up and the soil set free anytime soon, but if enough of us live our lives in spite of it, its power will be weakened and its impenetrable nature changed.

Also, just because technological solutions to climate change don't feel right—they don't satisfy the longer-term, idealized principle of healing the Earth and creating a more sustainable society—doesn't mean they wouldn't, in the short term, work.

Get in losers, we're burning incense to Caesar and tomorrow we will be alive.

#climate despair #nature