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quibbs126 · 5 months
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Okay, so the idea I came up with today was inspired by me listening to Mr Brightside at Gravity Falls (basically a mashup of the Gravity Falls Intro theme and Mr Brightside) while I was getting food this morning, maybe a bit too much
So we have this guy (don’t have a name for him yet), who’s basically just an office worker, nothing particularly exciting, and one night as he’s coming home from work, while on the train back everything goes dark, everyone else on the train is gone, and there’s some blue light as the train door opens, and when he gets out he’s transported to some freaky other world. I realize this just sounds like an isekai (I think, I don’t actually watch a lot of isekai). But instead of some fantasy world or some other, he’s transported to this dark world full of eldritch horrors, and he’s just trying to survive and get home, back to his cat Mitski
The premise in my head was specifically “Gravity Falls but the protagonist is a 20 something year old guy with an office job”. But also it’s not really Gravity Falls, the place is more messed up and a lot less friendly. Heck I’m not even sure if there are any other humans here. But it does have relatively modern buildings, it’s some sort of weird modern day torn in the middle of nowhere, it’s just there’s no one there but him and the horrors
The closest I have is him meeting a young girl that lives at a cabin who offers him a place to stay, but as it turns out she’s actually some horrifying creature (and her transformation is like really messed up too) that wants to eat him. Or at the very least he meets a young girl and declines her offer to follow her because he’s convinced this scenario will happen as it already has
But yeah basically, this place probably isn’t somewhere for family friendly TV, or at least wouldn’t be on Disney
I’ll be honest I don’t have a lot for the plot. There should probably be more characters
All I know is the protagonist is a bit of a coward and pathetic, but mostly just in a way of “he would much rather just run away from these things than find any way of defending himself, since he’s pretty sure he’d die”. He is just a normal guy, he is not equipped to handle cosmic horrors. He’s half convinced this is some sort of karmic punishment because he doesn’t really like his job. He swears that he will be so happy to go back to it once he’s finally out
I kind of don’t want to give him a way to defend himself, like a weapon or anything. I feel like it takes away from his character in some way, giving him a way to fight back. I know he has a briefcase. Don’t know if that’s important
Oddly enough though I have things about his cat, Mitski. Which in all honesty I probably shouldn’t name her that because I already have a character named Mitzi, but ah well. But speaking of her name, Mitski is technically Mitski II, with Mitski I being the protagonist’s childhood cat that at this point has passed away. Also Mitski is like, his only emotional support in life. He doesn’t have a girlfriend or boyfriend (maybe he had a girlfriend but she left him sometime before the story. Not sure if I need that drama though, it’s not like she’ll be important)
I don’t know if I should have Mitski in the town or not. I mean, she’s important enough that she should probably appear, but I don’t know how considering she probably didn’t come to work with the protagonist that day. If she does show up, then she generally locates herself on the protagonist’s shoulders. And she’s probably got some intelligence to her
Anyways yeah, idea I had
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gggoldfinch · 1 year
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Rammstein rant post ready GO!
I know like nothing about them but I love hearing about people’s interests info dump to your heart’s content my friend! Teach me all about these concerningly sweaty dirty (?) men and their pyrotechnic shenanigans I am sitting here with my favorite pen and notepad ready to take notes. <3
anon. I love you so much. thank you for enabling my insanity. this is gonna be a long, unhinged post
Okay, here we go. My darling anon, I had to HUNT in my blog archive to find this post, but here is my basic rundown of Rammstein itself as a band (<-linked). So come back here after reading that post if you really don't know anything about the band bc this def won't make any sense. In THIS post I'd love to discuss WHY I'm so obsessed R+ and all the things that I personally love about them. I will format it in bullet points to spare myself and everyone's sanity:
I feel like the most obvious point should be the first; I love their music! I grew up on industrial and synth, so introducing metal to that mix is like a heavenly mashup. The heavy guitar, the synth keyboard, the gorgeous vocals and deep (often complicated) lyrics??? I would insert the music directly into my chest cavity if I could and that sounds really fucking weird but that's where I feel like it should live 🧍🏻‍♀️
I have daddy issues point blank, that much is obvious from my blog LMAOOO so ofc latching onto gruff middle aged men is a fundamental human need for me at this point
The style and uniqueness of the band is incredible. Who else do you know that lights everything on fire while looking like they just walked off a movie set? Their outfits are so fucking awesome. Like every time I see a new fit I eat that shit up and stare at pics for hours on end because they're so intricate and cool and kinda kinky?? I WISH I could be their fashion designer like jfc. Also their makeup/ face paint is always killer. I need to kiss their stylists fr !!! The 90's-y2k looks are some of my favs
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the history of the band is also very interesting. a bunch of weird dudes from East Germany end up becoming pals and form a band and rise to stardom while soldiering through the trials and tribulations such fame throws their way? love an underdog story. I highly recommend watching the documentary Rammstein in Amerika, it gives a lot of insight into the band's origins and history up through 2015
Some of the shit they pull is so freaky and weird that its camp at this point. The dick mold dildos? camp. The fact that they need licenses to use all their pyrotechnics? camp. Being arrested for public indecency? camp.
I am incredibly, overwhelmingly, unhingedly down bad for Till, Richard, and Paul (and also Schneider to an extent but not as much). I would allow for unspeakable things to be done to me if given even the slightest opportunity if you know what I'm saying
PAUL'S HAIR !!!! He is so silly goofy but I fucking LOVE Paul's stupid little haircuts. like yass go off with your little monk bowl cuts I'm eating it up I'm putting you in my pocket
(the photo of his red hair isn't even showing the back where he LITERALLY shaved it like the fuckin monk tonsure)
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everyone is so fucking queer. like. deadass. Paul and Richard regularly kissing on stage is so precious ???? they're just two besties being besties kissing n shit. The band also supports the lgbtq+ community and are outspokenly against bigotry which is always a win. A lot of people have accused them of being bigots themselves and they're like ummm haha no get fucked (cue "Links 2 3 4")
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Richard is a perfect little baby angel and I would die for him. I love his spiky hair. I love his nail polish; I paint my nails like him. He is so cute. I love the way he speaks, in German and in English. I also LOVE his band Emigrate, esp the most recent album. He's so awesome 😭 that being said I wish he wouldn't smoke like a chimney because I dread hearing the news one day that he has cancer but ofc I can't do anything about that in the slightest
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I mean. do I need to make a bullet point dedicated to Till being built like a fucking brick house?? because I think I do. He is soooo,,, AUAUGHHHHH !!!! Like, the guy is 60 and still looks that incredibly built ?!!!!! homeboy was an olympic swimmer he can swim in my p *gets shot*
Till has a precious smile 🥺 I love his fucked up teeth. he's such a sweetie fr, a big scary looking teddy bear. I need him fr
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Flake in his entirety is just so silly goofy. Like homeboy looks like just Some Dude.. he's so normal (he also looks like my step grandfather only tall and skinny, which is very strange...). But then he pulls shit like whacking Till with a keyboard or getting fake fucked on stage. Homeboy also apparently just up and ditched everyone in America and went home after 9/11 because he was so freaked, which in itself isn't funny but imagining him just fucking leaving is a little bit...
Darling little (not so little...) Doom Schneider has an incredibly gorgeous side profile. And I love the pornstache he occasionally sports. He's also another one who is just like. A Normal Guy in my head. He is also very very pretty and very well spoken. I loved listening to him talk during the Rammstein in Amerika documentary
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I also think Ollie is also just a Dude,, tho admittedly I don't really even think about him much because he is so normal and not unhinged that he kinda just blends into the background most times. He is 6'7 tho so that is fucking insane
Anyway yep that's all for now I'll stop torturing everyone with my depraved insanity 👍🏻 THANK YOU AGAIN ANON for indulging me for a moment
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jannerk-art · 4 years
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norcumii · 3 years
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...oh thanks, Tumblr, it wasn’t like I was trying to answer that ask or anything. -_-
OHKAY. Take two! For this trope mashup meme, @dogmatix asked:
Rex/Obi or pairing/characters of choice - Apocalyse AU / Mermaid/Siren AU / Aroused by their voice
This modern!AU got a liiiiiittle bit more absurdist than planned, but NO REGRETS. Assistance was provided by @dharmaavocado and @deadcatwithaflamethrower -- THANK YOU BOTH!
*****
There was a lovely breeze coming in across the ocean, the sky had just enough puffy white clouds to keep things interesting, and Rex was taking a maintenance day. The last family group of tourists to charter a day trip had included several children that were at least two parts sticky and three parts grime. His poor Vigilance needed a serious scrub down, and Rex was not looking forward to restocking. Small Grubby Fiend 1 had stumbled – supposedly due to a sudden swell, but more likely because Small Grubby Fiends 2 and 3 hadn’t stopped ‘not kicking’ each other for way too long. Not being an entire idiot, Rex has gone right for the band-aids with cartoon characters, but since it wasn’t a cartoon Small Grubby Fiend 1 liked, that meant another – until all three Small Grubby Fiends had been plastered with far more of his first aid kit than was good for anyone.
It had been a long day.
So there he was, untangling life-vests that hadn’t even been used, while singing along with whatever music was playing from the boat’s speakers. Rex wasn’t sure if the music was pop, rock, or some other unholy category he’d never heard of, but thankfully it didn’t matter. He liked it, and could figure out which of Tup’s mix tapes it was on, which was the important thing.
Tup always made hilarious offended noises when Rex called them mix tapes, which was a significant reason why he did so. They were music folders, sensibly labeled by mood, because his little brother had realized at some point that was the only way to keep Rex up to date on anything past the 90’s grunge music.
Tup’s accusation, not his. Rex damn well knew how to use a radio – several kinds of radio, thank you very much.
He was several songs into mind-numbing chores when he spotted a flash of red streaking under the dock, and Rex ducked his head to hide a grin. He’d started spotting movement like that a couple of weeks ago, around the time the neighbors descended on their beach house. There were several ginger teenagers, so he figured one of them was a hell of a water rat who had damn odd taste in music.
To be fair, so did he.
It’d been weird at first, realizing he had an audience that disappeared the moment he acknowledged their existence. But the most he heard or saw out of them beyond the momentary glimpse was a bit of percussion, someone drumming in time against the water – and once, the dock itself – so Rex had shrugged and accepted their presence. It was kinda nice, actually, just to have someone around. He lived a ways off the end of a long, sparsely populated road, and while he didn’t mind the solitude, sometimes you just wanted another–
Rex’s train of thought went off the rails with a loud yelp as he discovered something slimy stuck to the back of a life-vest. It might have been edible once – it was a shade of radioactive green he didn’t associate with anything other than candy or video games, at least, so that was his best guess. Much as he wanted to blame the Small Grubby Fiends, he hadn’t done more than a spot check of these vests for awhile – could’ve been anyone.
Ugh. At least unlike some clients he could name, Rex’s eavesdropper wasn’t vandalizing anything. Wasn’t about to begrudge that.
Rex had managed to get most of the neon green grossness cleared when the rumble of an approaching car caught his attention. He wasn’t expecting visitors, not that that had ever stopped any of his brothers. Lost delivery drivers usually turned around before hitting up the driveway, which was long enough and had enough private property signs to keep out idiots looking for easy water access.
“Who the hell is this?” he muttered, setting the vest aside. He didn’t recognize the little black car, or the burly guy stepping out of the passenger’s side, but the guy waved and casually started towards Rex as if he knew who the hell he was.
Not reassuring, especially since the stranger rapped the car’s roof, and it headed back up the driveway.
“You seem lost,” Rex said, standing up and trying to look just the right level of intimidating.
“Nope,” the guy said back, still heading towards him. “Need your boat.”
“That’s work related – you need to wait till I’m back at the marina tomorrow. I’m at home, it’s my day off.”
Burly guy finally stopped, planting his hands on his hips – a move which just happened to part the jacket of his cheap suit enough that Rex could see the gun he carried. “I don’t think you understand, Mr. Fett. I don't want any trouble – I just want you to head inside, and take that day off while I borrow your boat.”
Oh, FUCK. Nobody really talked about how the mob owned most of the marinas in Tatooine Bay, but you didn’t need to declare water was wet to get drenched in the rain. It just wasn’t something that ever happened to someone you knew, just friends of friends or something.
“And if I don’t agree?” he couldn’t keep from asking.
Burly Guy had a surprisingly expressive shrug. “Most people don’t enjoy pushing their luck that far.”
To his credit, it was a remarkably polite threat. “I’m surprised anyone ever does.”
“Eh, every now and then there’s some freaky masochist looking for cheap thrills, but it ain’t my kink. Don’t think it’s yours, either, so if you’d just head inside, that’d be appreciated.”
The smart move was probably to comply. Rex wasn’t inclined to cooperate anyways. He was saved from making either bad decision by...sound.
It didn’t register as singing – there was something too off about it, a combination that wasn’t quite autotune, or that polyphonic singing Echo had gotten into when Fives got obsessed with the guitar. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t right in a way that was madly distracting.
The...singing? – pulled both Rex and the goon around towards the end of the dock, and if Rex hadn’t been so muzzy-headed from that sound he would have been gaping much more blatantly.
There was someone slipping out from under the dock, and it was most definitely not one of the neighbors.
It was a trim, shirtless figure in the water – ginger indeed, short red hair just dry enough to be messy spikes. Pale skin was freckled in scales of shimmering reds, protective lines over what would be vulnerable areas on a human. It swam close enough to the surface that Rex could see the sleek fins and tail, and part of his brain kept screaming ‘mermaid!’ while the rest took in the long, sharp claws on webbed hands and whispered ‘predator.’ Its singing showed sharply pointed teeth, and it should not have been nearly that gorgeous.
The mermaid glanced over at him, eyes a deep blue-on-blue that could never masquerade as human, flicking a look up and down him that could have been flattering or terrifying – it all depended on if that was measuring him for a meal euphemistically or not.
The singing changed as the creature turned its attention back to the goon, and the magnetic pull on Rex lessened. He staggered back a step, not too surprised to find he was halfway down the dock without noticing. The hazy feeling in his brain stopped, or at least dropped down to levels that were close enough to normal, so he got a clear view as the goon started walking into the water, oblivious to everything except the mer-siren-thing he was shambling towards.
The siren moved when the goon was almost waist deep in the water, flowing forward to delicately place a hand at the goon’s throat. The singing continued, but now there was a new undertone, soft and somehow questioning. Rex couldn’t tell if there were words to it or not – maybe a whole other language for all he knew – but the goon responded, voice soft enough that he couldn’t make out what was said.
Whatever he said, it didn’t please the siren. It kept singing, but it snarled, showing more of those pointed teeth, then it twisted and dove, hauling the unresisting goon under the water.
A terrifying few moments more, and the last hums of the song seemed to stop vibrating through the water.
“What the absolute fuck?” Rex said numbly. Thank everything, no one answered.
A smart man would’ve hidden inside, or driven off to a movie theater or something – inland and away. Rex wasn’t sure why he stayed: curiosity – morbid or otherwise – shock, or a healthy disbelief in the whole debacle. He was maybe a bit too numb to not have some kind of shock, but –
He felt like he maybe deserved it. “Yeah, I can have a bit of shock,” Rex muttered to himself. “As a treat.”
Okay, he might have more than a bit. But by the time the siren poked his head out of the water again – politely out of arms’ reach – Rex had calmed down a decent degree. They just looked at each other for a bit, then the siren gave him a polite nod.
“Hello there,” he said in a pleasant, deep voice with a hell of an accent.
Rex held up a hand, needing a moment. Of fucking course the British even colonized under the goddamned sea. “Hi. You speak English.” It wasn’t quite the most inane thing he could’ve said, but his brain hadn’t managed to catch up yet.
He was talking to a goddamned mermaid who had just kidnapped and possibly eaten some mob thug who’d been trying to take Rex’s boat. It had been a day.
“You’re not the first land-dweller I’ve made the acquaintance of.”
Rex absolutely refused to make any kind of a crack about being charmed. There was too much hysteria lurking in there. “Speaking of acquaintances, you didn’t, ah, kill that guy, did you?”
The siren’s lips pulled back from his teeth a little. “I still haven’t decided what to do with him, so right now he’s out of the way.” He must’ve seen something impressive in Rex’s expression, because the angry disdain smoothed over to something more neutral. “He’s stashed in a cave I know. Enough air to breathe, but the only entrance is underwater and too far for most humans to swim without assistance.”
That was...a lot. “Thanks for the help.”
The siren smiled, an oddly sweet, bashful expression. “I’d be a very poor guest if I didn’t assist.” He cleared his throat, his expression going awkward. “Though I...suppose ‘guest’ is a bit presumptive.”
Rex grinned. “No, I spotted you a couple weeks ago – ah, I mean, sort of.” Before he could make more a hash of that, he cleared his throat. “The name’s Rex.”
The siren folded his hands together and did a little bow thing. “Obi-Wan. Pleasure to meet you.”
He wasn’t blushing. He absolutely was not blushing. “So...you in town for long?” Ok, now he was blushing, that was worst subject change ever meeting worst fishing attempt – meeting worst and wildly inappropriate pun.
Obi-Wan’s expression fell, sorrow way too visible in those non-human eyes. “I suppose you could say that. I...no longer have a home to return to.”
Definitely not a topic to change to. Right. Rex cleared his throat and shifted. “Well. You’re welcome anytime, for what that’s worth.”
The slow-growing smile didn’t remove that sorrow, but it did kindle something warm inside. This was at least three different kinds of trouble, but Rex didn’t think he’d regret any of it.
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sushiburritonoms · 3 years
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If you're still looking for questions; do you prefer canon-verse or Modern AUs for Star Wars? Is there a crossover you've not seen yet but would like to? Do you have any weird pet peeve you've come across in fic (you can be as vague as you want about it)? Do you have a preferred drink whole writing?
Hey anon thanks for playing along!
Modern AU or Canon: I totally prefer canon SW to modern AUs. I actually don’t read that many and Sacred Texts is the first time I’m writing an extended modern AU in any of my fandoms. I find it challenging to write these characters without their unique characteristics (Jedi powers, mandalorian armor) so y'all are going to have to tell me I’m at all successful! Plus I feel like in canon AUs I can bullshit to a certain extent and people give me the benefit of the doubt. In the modern AU, if make a mistake and use the wrong nickname for an Air Force grunt or forget where Jedha is located in Arizona and it’ll throw way more people off. No pressure or anything ;_;
Crossovers…oh Anon. Sweet anon. I have so many ideas and absolutely no time for them. Some of these I've already subjected the Boba/Din/Luke server to as drabbles:
The Sentinel (tv show)/Mandalorian AU: Din turns out to be a Sentinel with heightened senses (advanced hearing, sight, taste, smell and touch) and they are triggered when he spends an extended period of time alone (after he drops off Grogu with Luke maybe?) Luke is his Jedi Guide, has zero ideas wtf is going on and only Boba has some clue given that he is the only character who remembers Jedi and their freaky abilities.
Minority Report/SW AU: Anakin, Luke and Leia as the three captive precogs (if you haen't seen the movie they are psychics that can see the future and they are held captive by the government and used for their powers). Din is the Tom Cruise character who busts them out of captivity when the US government steals Grogu from him (because he also shows signs of precog abilities). Co Stars Padme ‘gonna take down the US government to save my family’ Naberrie as a badass.
Star Wars/His Dark Materials crossover. Din with a daemon sounds amazing but I got zero ideas for a plot (I like his daemon being a mudhorn, just this huge brick of a creature that follows him everywhere). This is just pure vibes.
Wandavision mashup: Sequel era Hobo!Luke keeps trying to rewrite the past because he's crazy with grief and drags the poor suffering soul of Din along for the ride. (spoilers: HE DED)
I don't think I'll ever actually write any of this but I really love coming up with scenarios.
I also have an idea for a Din story based on a Star Trek Deep Space Nine episode that I might actually write. For Halloween. If I find the time. ;_;
Fanfic pet peeves
I really value characterization and prefer to read and produce fics where the characters largely stay true to their canon counterparts. It's not always possible to get them exactly alike in a modern AU or crossover (which is probably why I don't read that many). I don't know if that's weird? Oh, and I do think some of the things said in sex scenes are bit overused to the point where if I see certain phrases (or certain noises) I start snickering instead of getting into a story. Sorry. I'm immature sometimes.
Preferred drink
I drink a lot of coffee (drip coffee, with cream and sugar in the morning) or herbal tea (mostly chamomile at night). But I do need to drink something hot when writing. Get me in the right headspace. :D
Wow these were some great questions thank you!!
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inventors-fair · 4 years
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Where the Weird Things Are
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“Elemental Dinosaur Cat.” “Wolf Bear.” “Bird Goat.” The world of Ikoria features some freaky freaky nonsense. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that that’s kind of the draw, right? There’s weird stuff and that’s part of the appeal, and the aspects of those creatures that are combined can create some mechanical stuff too! Mostly. There’s not always a perfect draw, but you know what, I think that there’s some fun to be had here. Let’s have fun.
Design a creature card with a WEIRD mashup of creature types!
You are designing for a standard/draft format.
And most importantly:
It is highly recommended that you draw your own art.
Because I think it’ll be fun <3
Submit your monstrous monstrosities HEEEEEEERE.
— @abelzumi​
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trupowieszcz · 4 years
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tell me about rusty lake
(why did tumblr make it so i cant save asks in drafts omg)
So. First thing you need to understand is that this is a Dutch Twin Peaks fanfic in the form of (mostly) point and click escape room puzzle games. There is a black haired detective with a love for black coffee named Dale (Vandermeer) investigating the murder of a blonde woman named Laura (Vanderboom). There are also furries, but they're kinda freaky. I'll get to that.
So Laura died, by now we know she was killed by a corrupted soul (creepy fuzzy guys who got either got their bad memories extracted into black cubes or something else happened). Dale investigates her death, which leads him to a whole new level of tomfuckery, because what is happening is basically that Rusty Lake is some kind of sentient lovecraftian lake, not just your regular old lake, and it needs people's memories. The guy in charge of Trying To Be the Boss Around Here is Mr. Owl, who comes in 3 forms: twink, bear, and furry.
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Basically he and his family (the Eilanders) all got their lake assigned fursonas when participating in some weird cult stuff in the 18th century, the owl is some sort of avatar for the lake or whatever, and now Mr. Owl wants Dale Vandermeer to be his successor because he saw his last name and his brain exploded so hard he had to t-pose over the poor guy.
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Mr. Owl usually sends Mr. Crow to do stuff for him, and he is kind of a bastard. My brain just said that in Brian David Gilbert voice. Anyway. Mr. Crow is the only lake furry that's not an Eilander; his name is Aldous Vanderboom and he made a cool elixir that made him immortal but also part crow. I would say that's an improvement, because otherwise he looks like a grandpa. Actually, he looks like Dale's actual grandpa. Hold on. What the fuck.
There's also the whole rest of the Vanderboom fam, they have their own game called Rusty Lake: Roots, go check it out. Albert Vanderboom is there. His photo is in the dictionary next to the definition of "spooky bastard" and "bad parenting".
So! Cubes, huh. I still don't really understand what their purpose is, I just know you stick them in places and things happen. The colors of the cubes have significance:
• Black = bad memories
• White = good memories
• Blue = memories you can hop into and change
• Golden = hold on i gotta check the wiki ok so they're basically a rare mashup of all the other cubes that has something to do with the future
There's also Vincent van Gogh in the middle of all of this?? And a reverse mermaid smoking a cigar??? And also some sort of mansquito. Oh and in Rusty Lake: Hotel the furries cannibalize each other in an endless cycle of rebirth. The rabbit furry tries to escape it by machine gunning Dale's parents on his 9th birthday. There's a lot to unpack here. Go play the games
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The Thornton Heath Poltergeist - The Most Haunted Places In The World That You NEED To Hear About #2
January.
A time of self doubt as you take on the latest fad diet. A time of personal struggle as you return to the 9-to-5 and question why in the hell you decided to work in this goddamn office. And a time of thirst as you realise Dry January does indeed include Echo Falls despite their Rosé being mostly sugar and aesthetic.
Is there any hope left in the world?
Oh, dear reader - you didn’t tap on this blog in the hope of reading some article about a cheerful, positive topic like little rabbits with big flopsy ears, did you?
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You’re here for the dead. And the demonic. And all manner of terrible things. 
Goodbye, Patches - hello, Poltergeist.
Today, we are going to be discussing one of the most iconic paranormal cases from the UK that no one has ever heard of: the Thornton Heath Poltergeist. 
But it turns out that there’s not just one poltergeist in Thornton Heath. 
Oh, no. 
There’s two. 
And these two pesky spirits are far from alone:
Croydon might not sound like the setting for the next cult horror hit, but this London borough is actually known for its rather macabre history - and the legacy of its dark past.
Whilst your chowing down on a Gregg’s sausage roll you might hear rumours of one of Elizabeth I’s maids-in-waiting traipsing around a school, and perhaps you’ll even see a few children who were killed during the war skip past the local Chicken Cottage.
On top of that - like most areas of London - Croydon is actually a relatively ancient town, with the first settlements appearing in the 6th century. 
This place clearly has a lot of paranormal promise.
However, despite setting the scene for 2 key cases of poltergeist activity, though do appear to be unconnected. Nevertheless, together they provide a lot of insight into a specific form of supernatural activity that tends to get forgotten.
This is especially true since poltergeists have dominated the horror genre for many a year, inspiring iconic films such as Poltergeist (1982), and litter stories which involve any trace paranormal activity.
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The thing is, although frequently mentioned, the actual concept of poltergeists is kind of ignored, particularly the debate surrounding them. These 2 cases, however, provide an overview of the different approaches to poltergeist activity:
One case looks into debunking the paranormal, whereas the other presents the typical haunted house case you clicked to see. 
So, today’s article is going to take us through the 2 poltergeists of Thornton Heath, and the paranormal theory behind poltergeists. 
Strap in folks, and let’s get spooky.
First, What Actually Is A Poltergeist?
Anyone speak German?
Poltergeist is a mashup of two German words, and it literally means “noisy spirit”.
Based on that translation, it is a type of spirit who has a thing for physical disturbances. Loud noises, objects moving, biting and pinching are the common symptoms of such a haunting. And despite sounding pretty minimal - well, maybe not the biting and the pinching - such poltergeist activity often represents the first traces of far greater hauntings. 
But unlike most paranormal theories, it turns out that poltergeist activity is pretty well investigated (as this post will demonstrate). 
Heck, poltergeist activity has been reported since the 1st century!
It is claimed that it lasts typically around 5 months, but some say it can stretch out to several years.
On top of our knowledge of the duration of such activity, poltergeists allegedly haunt people, not places - a bit like demons. This does contrast with the 1972 haunting, but we all know that supernatural theories lack the accuracy we expect of an exact science.
And so we come back to the debates and the debunking which always ends up stalking the supernatural. It’s for that reason that Poltergeists are such a valuable component of spiritualist theory because of the intense debate and study surrounding them, as the 1938 case will show. 
Indeed, the first of the scientific theories debunking poltergeists swap the paranormal for the patriarchy.
It's called the Naughty Little Girl theory.
Obviously, it suggests that young girls create activity to get attention because women can’t breathe without doing it for attention, right? The Conjuring 2 is one of the few films that picks up on this concept, showing its use by the media as it was utilised in the real life case.
A less misogynistic theory instead claims that the paranormal activity could be down to seismic activity or water stress, creating noises and physical disturbances often blamed on poltergeists.
Or, it could all come back to the theory of psychokinesis:
It claims that when we are stressed, our fucked-up brains can have a physical impact on the objects around us, making it look - and feel - like we are living in a perpetual Paranormal Activity film. 
Well, that or a rom-com; it turns out the poltergeist was really within us the whole time...
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The 1972 Case - The Official Thornton Heath Poltergeist 
Welcome to the the era of the occult - the 1970s. 
The obsession with the paranormal experienced a revival in the late 20th century thanks to the affectionately named Satanic Panic and the rise of hippie-dom. And because so many reports of the paranormal crop up in this era, we have to be wary – blaming shit on the paranormal was nearly as common as institutionalised racism, ensuring that claims were often amped up by fear.
Got your pinch of salt to hand? Good. 
Our story begins in the heat of summer - it’s August 1972. 
A family are fast asleep after, well, I don’t know, what did people do in the 1970s? Listen to too much ABBA? 
Anyway - their peaceful slumber is interrupted in the middle of the night when a radio switches on all by itself and blasts out full-volume-raise-the-roof level musings from a foreign radio station.
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This is where the activity begins. 
The following nights, lights turn on and off by themselves, mirroring the first hour of a Paranormal Activity film before Katie makes some off the cuff comment about being besties with a demon during puberty. 
Yet despite the suggestions of something supernatural, it suddenly just chills the fuck out. 
Well, that is until the most wonderful time of the year! Only for this famalam, this are about to get a little less wonderful, and a little more what the fuck. 
Probably in the midst of an ABBA jam-sesh, a small antique figurine is plucked off a shelf by an invisible hand, and flung across the room, hitting the patriarch of the family with such a force that it knocks him to the floor. 
If that wasn’t enough for one day, the Christmas tree then joins in the freaky festivities, and starts shaking.
And that only just scratches the surface of the supernatural events soon to haunt this family.
Cut to a few days later, and its New Year Eve.
Ok, right, let’s be honest here: any activity reported was at times when there would have been a couple of bevvies, a few late nights among friends and family… 
Who hasn’t seen a demon picking cashews out of the mixed nuts bowel when they’re a third of the way through that bottle of Echo Falls?
Regardless of my suspicions, they supposedly started to hear loud footsteps upstairs, and during that very night, a member of the family awoke to see a very tall and very angry man staring at him, giving off very threatening vibes.
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But it wasn’t just the son of the family that saw these mysterious goings on.
Some visitors to the house reported similar activity:
At a dinner party (*sigh*) a door began to violently shake, nearly coming off its hinges. The living room door then followed suit, and swung open. Every single light in the house then began to follow the trend and turned on and off.
No matter how many bottles they were deep by then, there’s no doubt that shizz was getting weird. 
In response to this shizz getting weird, the family did the right thing: they called themselves a priest, and got him to check the shizz out. 
However, as a result of his holy presence, the activity worsened. A medium shortly followed, and on his visit deduced that this was a farmer of Chatterton. A quick visit to the library and a rifle through the odd archive later, and the story is confirmed:
This was the spirit of a farmer from the 18th century, and as the medium claimed, he was angry that these trespassers were on his land. So, like all landlords, he kept his cool and was trying to treat these people with the fairness and respect that all landlords hold dear.
Nah, who are we kidding - instead of charging them £60 for not pulling a weed out from underneath the wheelie bin, he manifested as a poltergeist.
The escalation then, uh, escalated.
Following the appearance of the ghost patriarch, his wife then turned up and made a point of targeting the matriarch of the family. 
Despite the coincidence of most claims of boozy nights on the heath, these hauntings that mirror the heads of the household really support the case as it sticks to this line of opposition to the “intruders”.
The ghostly matriarch’s favoured haunting was following people up the stairs; when you turned around, you would see wisps of a grey bun and the outlines of a faint figure which would then vanish into thin air. 
But on top of the wife getting involved, the farmer himself made a commitment to being spooky AF.
Its for that reason that the creepiest haunting of the year award goes to the farmer. 
Why?
Because he would turn up on their TV. 
Like, I don’t know if he was on bloody Blue Peter à la IT, or if the screen would go blank and this bitch would rock up and just be there…
But just like fuck that, no thanks, congratulations, and just take the award ugh.
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So, like anyone would, this family were like nope screw this, packed up shop, and moved the fuck outta there. After they moved out the activity ceased - like all hauntings tend to do, confirming that it could be due to their trespassing. 
Well, or that it was all faked but as the gullible young woman I am, I’m going to deny all traces of this family’s excessive drinking and say that the farmer did indeed turn up on Blue Peter and take a badge with him to the afterlife.
For privacy reasons, the actual address is unknown to the public for the obvious reason that innocent families don’t want some Jake Paul wannabe pulling up in a jacked up Ford Fiesta and whipping out a GoPro to make a quick buck on YouTube.
Heck, I don’t know if anyone lives there now! But this is still recognised by paranormal fanatics are one of the greatest hauntings to come out of the UK. 
Well, I say the greatest…
It has to compete with the Thornton Heath poltergeist of an odd 40 years before.
The 1938 Case - Thornton Heath Poltergeist 2: The Prequel No One Asked For
Now we turn to the former haunting of Thornton heath in 1938.
But this poltergeist isn’t set against the scene of some cosy pre-war family home, nor are any long dead farmers getting involved. 
This story, on the other hand, follows the scientific study of the paranormal, and to this day is an unsolved mystery that has left both investigator and individual alike without answers.
And it starts with this bloke called Nandor Fodor.
Fodor lead the argument that poltergeists are manifestations from the subconscious mind, and to prove his claims, he investigated the tales of terror that had been experienced by one woman in a small corner of Croydon.
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He followed his scientific studies all the way to a little place called Thornton Heath. 
Sure, this case could have been linked to the Chatterton farmer, but the focus of their investigation was on the nature of paranormal beliefs, so there was no study of what spirit could be behind it. 
All we know regarding the haunting is that the victim of this poltergeist was a woman only known to us as Mrs. Forbes. She was studied at an institute, and in an attempt to be sure she wasn’t creating the hauntings, she basically had to get undressed in front of them, and wear special clothes to prove she wasn’t concealing anything. 
Nevertheless, the weird shizz we saw in the 1970s still seemed to follow her.
Dishes would float in mid-air and then crash to the floor, glasses would suddenly appear in her hand (*insert middle aged facebook meme with a minion in the background*), and objects from her home would appear at the institute.
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Her house was 10 miles away from the institute. 
But beyond her possessions appearing out of thin air,  Mrs. Forbes frequently described different entities that would appear and attack her.
These beings included a vampire which would on occasion bite her neck - and left her with two physical wounds in her neck, and a tiger which reached out and scratched deep gashes in her arm. Just like the vampire’s supposed attack, these markings were also found on her body.
However, one of her claims went too far, and was used to challenge every single incident she claimed was caused by a poltergeist:
Alongside the vampire bite and the tiger’s scratches, Mrs. Forbes also had several burn marks scarring her neck. Seemingly coming out of nowhere, Forbes believed it was due to the spirit of a man strangling her with a necklace. 
However, shortly after making this statement, she professed a deep desire to kill this man. 
Fodor drew from this that she thought the man was inside of her, and thus she tried to kill him by choking herself. That’s the burn marks explained - what about everything else? All it took was a quick check of her body and clothing to find small items concealed under her left breast.
That’s right; she has conjured up this “poltergeist” out of thin air.  
Having connected the dots, Fodor deduced that she was both schizophrenic, and burdened by repressed sexual trauma. 
Another day, another hoax.
Unsurprisingly, faked activity vis-a-vis this case is pretty common when it comes to the paranormal, and this label is pinned by non-believers onto, well, basically anything we just so happen to report. 
And despite how frustrating this can seem, it is a necessary disturbance in our research of the supernatural. In fact, the original Thornton Heath story brings this into play when we discuss poltergeists, particularly as their basis centres on physical disturbances which can be both faked or misinterpreted.
Croydon might seem yet another area of London Prince Andrew would pull out of the hat to defend his reputation, but it instead represents a much wider discussion of the paranormal.
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From the fake to the unknown, from the mysterious to the mentally unstable:
How we investigate the supernatural starts in a little place called Thornton Heath.
What do you think?
Did the family really witness poltergeist activity first hand?
Or was it all just conjured up by women that purely wanted attention i dont know about you but i just love attention oh gimme attention look I WANT ATTENTION NOWSUFH[HB’[Egb’???????!1//1/1/1!//????
Ahem.
Wanna hear about more spooky shizz like this? Wanna hear about a new haunted location everyday? Then go ‘head and hit follow!
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happy Halloween, tumblr, and the thorkyrie fandom!
I missed drawing Thor and Valkyrie so much, so I whipped up a quick one just for Halloween, good thing I already had the sketch worked out beforehand lol
I also noticed I recycled the color palette from my last Halloween drawing, it seems I tend to veer towards blues and greens and reddish-purples for scary stuff
time for a spooky story to explain wtf is actually going on in this image
I based this off of two stories from two mythologies:one is the Slav!squat werewolf - a Slavic werewolf is really just a hairy zombie/undead, and it is kinda similar to the Norse aptrganga which is what inspired this mashup; the other is this one instance from the Poetic Edda, or otherwise the whole Norse Mythology corpus, i don't remember exactly, where a woman's (a Valkyrie named Sigrun iirc) husband comes back from Valhalla to his grave mound for several nights, and they get freaky in his tomb if you know what I mean; the Slavic!werewolf mythos has a few similar stories, and one of them goes something like this:
Once upon a time a guy and a girl fell in love. Unfortunately, there was a war and the guy got drafted into the army, and didn't come back for a very long time. The girl is desperate at this point, and would like to see him, whether that be dead or alive, so she goes to a priest. The priest tells her to gather up some dead people bones and to put them into a cauldron to boil, and to sing a song or an incantation at midnight. She does as the priest instructed, and when she sings a man rides up to her on a white horse.
"I'm here now, dear," he says "come with me." He tells her to get on the horse, which she does. And so they ride for three hours. He wraps his arms around her and starts singing: "In the dead candle's nightly glow, the dead go on a ride slow. Tell me, my dear, is there anything you fear?" (A/N: taking some artistic liberties here, the actual literal translation of the poem is more like: Moonlight shines as if it's day, the dead ride slowly, are you afraid, my dear?) "What would I be afraid of when I'm with you? Why ask me that?" "No reason." And he sings the same verse again. She tells him she starting to be afraid because he's saying weird things, and asks if his house is far away. He points out a white church, and tells her that his house is behind it. The girl sees a cemetery behind the church, and in the middle of it there's an open grave. He dismounts and gets into the grave and holds out his hand for her to take. At this point she's realized what's going on, so she stalls for time. "I can't go into the grave dressed like this," she says and  starts taking her clothes off, because people are supposed to be naked when they're being covered with a death shroud. She tosses her clothes into the grave so he doesn't suspect anything, and the last thing she undoes is her hair. By the time she un-braids her hair, it's midnight, and the grave closes (as graves do, apparently). He speaks from beneath the slab: "You got lucky this time, because I would have torn you apart, the way you tore your clothes off of yourself."
So the girl is alone on the cemetery. The horse is gone. She falls asleep, frozen. In the morning, the bell ringer finds her and asks her where she came from. She tells him what happened, how she came from far away, and asks him what this place is called. He answers and she's never heard of the place, turns out it's the other end of the world, and it took nine years of walking home to cross the same distance.
(seriously nine years is what the book says, I'm not just shoehorning a Norse mythology reference here lol, but the dead birds are in fact based on Norse mythology, b/c in one story the birds fly over a barrow of one such zombie and drop dead, and I wanted to convey that they were nearing his tomb, also tried to give Thor a more bluish tinge to his skin to make clear that he’s not quite alive)
so there, hope you enjoyed the little AU and the story from my Slavic neck of the woods, happy Halloween, once again!
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freifraufischer · 5 years
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The practice of choosing a creature to represent each Olympics is now in its 44th year. It’s a job that falls to the host city’s organizing committee, which frequently relies on marketing research to create the mascot and public surveys to choose one, with final approval resting with the International Olympic Committee. While some mascots are human (children, usually), most have been animals (bears, raccoons, owls, etc.) And with the advent of CGI, several mascots have fallen into what’s generously termed the fantasy-creature category.
But whatever the breed of the mascot, most have shared one thing in common: They’re a little—and sometimes very—freaky. ("Loony," to quote Time magazine, or "downright scary" in the appraisal of ESPN.)
But why?
The most obvious explanation is that Olympic mascots are created by a committee—and you know how that too-many-cooks adage goes. Another complication is that an Olympic mascot has to do the double duty of embodying both the idealistic competitive principles of the games while also signifying the unique cultural attributes of the host country and city. It's why we’ve seen a given country’s beloved local creature dressed up in athletic attire and wearing the Olympic rings.
But according to Alan Behr, an intellectual property attorney with the New York firm of Phillips Nizer, the central problem is that Olympic mascots have to resonate with audiences both locally and globally.
“You have to come up with a character that works everywhere, and it can’t have a name that means the wrong thing in some language,” he said. “You need a mascot that will work in both North and South Korea—and in Albania, Cuba and the People’s Republic of China.”
The mandate of piling on multiple layers of symbolism onto a creature that must be clever, appealing and nationalistic without being offensive is a tall order. It means, Behr added, "that you need the lowest common denominator," which frequently results in "fuzzy sweet things that can't offend anybody."
It also means, as the examples here show, some pretty bizarre outcomes.
1 Wenlock – London 2012
Suggestive of a genetic experiment gone terribly wrong, Wenlock was—get ready—a blob of steel (to represent the foundries of Bolton) with a bump on his head (to represent the light on London’s famous taxi cabs) and friendship bracelets on his wrists (to represent the Olympic rings.) And why did Wenlock have just one eye? According to the IOC’s website, “his eye is the lens of a camera, filming everything he sees.” Like, say, terrified children running away as fast as they possibly can.
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2 Izzy – Atlanta 1996
After rejecting a peanut, a possum, a peach and a bulldog, the Atlanta organizing committee gave the thumbs up to a cobbled-together "abstract fantasy" creature whose name—Whatizit?—was shortened to just Izzy. Better suited to a local fast-food chain than a global athletic competition, this head-scratching blue mascot roamed the grounds, posed for photos, and prompted embarrassed Atlantans to wonder exactly what the thing was supposed to symbolize about their city. Izzy, said one Atlanta Olympic Committee official, “has been a noble and gentle representative of our games.” But many disagreed, referring to Izzy as the “blue maggot” instead. Opined the Washington Post: “That mouth looks like the gateway to cartoon hell.”
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3 Sam the Eagle – Los Angeles 1984
Drawn by Disney artist Robert C. Moore, Sam the Eagle looked a bit too plump to take to the skies, let alone run the 400-meter. And while a bald eagle would have been plenty to symbolize the United States all by itself, Disney decided to dress him up in Uncle Sam attire—bow tie and top hat—just for good measure.  According to the definitive Disney blog Mouseplanet, a team of 30 Disney artists had also toyed with buffalo, snakes and turtles (rejected for being too slow) and a bear (rejected because the Moscow Olympics had used Misha the Bear in 1980.) So they settled on Sam—a character that internal memoranda confirmed had a “bulbous middle section.”
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4 Magique – Albertville 1992
After a mountain goat named Chamois got fired as Albertville’s Olympic mascot, this strange five-pointed creature named Magique got the job. On a thematic level, he worked well enough, wearing a snowsuit and the French national colors. But what did a tiny, five-pointed man have to do with the winter sports? And what was he, anyway? Variously called a “show imp” and a “mountain elf,” Magique was actually a “little imp” according to the IOC—which explained him no further. But if he confused attendees, Magique proved more useful as part of a computer teaching program taken by the games’ 7,924 volunteers.
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5 The Fuwa – Beijing, 2008
Ready? Let’s see if you can keep up with this. “Bei jing huan ying ni” means “Welcome to Beijing.” Now, take each word and double the syllables to get Beibei, Jingjing, Yingying, Nini and Huanhuan. Next, apply each name, respectively, to a fish (to symbolize water), a panda (to represent the forest), an antelope (to symbolize the earth), and to sky and fire. And what do you get? The Fuwa, five “good luck dolls” that were possibly the most confusing mashup of Olympic mascots in history. Created for the Beijing Olympics in 2008, these characters were actually the winners in a global contest that garnered over 3,000 submissions. Unfortunately, after an earthquake, floods and mudslides struck China in the weeks before the opening ceremonies, many Chinese citizens blamed the “Curse of the Fuwa,” contending that there was no good luck in any of them. Meanwhile, the rest of the world wondered if the Fuwa were children, animals or space aliens.
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6 Amik – Montreal 1976
Beaver pelts were central to the development of Canada in the 17th century, so when Montreal was chosen to host the 1976 Summer Olympics, it made sense to go with a beaver mascot. Not only was the creature already on coins and stamps, the beaver’s traits of patience and hard work fit nicely into the Olympic ideal. The problem wasn’t the beaver as such, however, but with the minimalist rendering. Stripped of its legs, ears and face, Amik (the word for beaver in the native Algonquin language) looked a lot like a poop.
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7 Heidi and Howdy – Calgary 1988
When the IOC selected Calgary to host the 1988 Winter Olympics, the Calgary Zoo took on the task of choosing a mascot. Seven thousand Canadians submitted suggestions and, believe it or not, these brother-and-sister bears were the best of the lot. Dressed up as cowboys, the bug-eyed Heidi and Howdy wore expressions that suggested a mild form of psychosis. But they were harmless. After all, what’s to fear from two polar bears whose names derive from “Hi” and “How do you do?"
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8 Schuss – Grenoble 1968
When a nervy skier heads straight downhill, it’s called a Schuss. In 1968, Schuss struck the good people of Grenoble, France, as a good name for this mascot. While he was sold as a souvenir at the games, Schuss wasn’t an official mascot. He did, uh, birth the idea of Olympic mascots—which the IOC enshrined in 1972 when a striped dachshund named Waldy became the official mascot for the Summer Olympics in Munich. Regrettably, many attendees didn't take to the name Schuss, and called him "The Skiing Sperm" instead.
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Under the cut for some more of my favorite weird olympic mascots.
Rio de Janeiro 2016
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Torino 2006
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Athens 2004
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Sydney 2000
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Nagano 1998
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Lillehammer 1994
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Sarajevo 1984
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Lake Placid 1980
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1976 Innsbrook
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‘Freak Like Me’ - Sugababes
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Number one week ending 4th May 2002 for 1 week
The Sugababes got off to an inauspicious start; although debut single ‘Overload’ was brilliant, it was underrated, and original member Siobhan jumped ship, her space being filled by Heidi Range, starting off the running joke about the group’s ever-revolving members. Regardless of internal drama, they manage to create this mashup masterpiece. Made of the weird combination of the crunchy synth drama of ‘Are Friends Electric?’ by Gary Numan (released 1979), and the louche, swaggering R&B cool of ‘Freak Like Me’ by Adina Howard (released 1994), this really shouldn’t work, but instead it magically turns out as an incredible pop song more than the sum of its parts. It’s weird how listening to the two songs separately, they seem so alike once this mix brings out their similarities - you can pick out the vocal rhythm and everything, and it seems impossible that they’d ever exist without these commonalities. The Sugababes almost-hypnotic vocals work beautifully to bring out the cold, industrial quality of the music and the creepiness inherent in lyrics of ‘freakiness’ which are ‘all about the dog in me’ - and the horror movie style video of murderous vampire women stalking men through urban London’s nightlife makes it even better. Part of this is down to the amazing production of the music by Richard X, who was an expert at this kind of electropop -  the crest of the song where they shout ‘it’s all good for ME!’ and the synth riff crashes in feels almost euphoric. They couldn’t really do anything better than this.
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what are your thoughts on bodyswap/freaky friday tropes, and how do you think it would play out for culmets?
aahh okay so! they’re kind of a double edged sword - it’s very easy to make them wonderfully homo- or transphobic, but if done right, they can be a LOT of fun!
so for culmets, i’d imagine either a spore experiment gone wrong (or maybe hugh comes back but ends up in paul’s body at first whereas paul ends up shunted into hugh’s body), but they are definitely in each other’s body.
hugh notices first, because he’s always teased paul about being practically translucent, and holding his blue sleeved completely white hands up against the light he notices that yep, he’s very much in his favorite mushroom’s body, and he... needs a moment to process that.and then he turns to tilly, calmly explains the situation to her, asks her to cover him for the rest of his shift because surely paul will be freaking out somewhere, so he needs to go find him, and tilly is... surprised, but she agrees, and hugh is on his way.
paul on the other hand first asks a few of the people in medbay how the hell he ended up in medbay, and where is doctor culber?! sooooo everyone think he’s kind of nuts until one of them says that he is doctor culber, and then paul looks down on himself, sees the medical white and the chocolate of hugh’s fingers (his fingers???????), swears, and bolts out of medical to the nearest safe place (ie their quarters)on the way he discovers two things: one, hugh’s body is fast. two, people yield way more quickly to a medical officer than to the chief engineer.
by the time hugh arrives at their quarters, paul is already there, and, not having found hugh, he’s pacing and muttering about what if hugh is dead or something.
when hugh comes in, they both experience a real life record scratch, because it’s just SO weird to see your body moving around without you. paul, being paul, immediately starts to mentally criticize his body’s appearance, and hugh, who recognizes that expression even if it’s worn by his own face, moves forward and kisses paul.except paul doesn’t even close his eyes and pushes hugh away pretty soon, grumping out a little “no”
so since they’re already there, they have a little chat about their new circumstances - hugh is always incredibly quick about doing those things, and establishing boundaries, because it’s very important for him to be able to feel comfortable, and he really needs good honest talks.they talk about what they’ll be cool with the other one doing in their body, they talk about whether paul will work out in hugh’s body or not (and whether hugh will work out in paul’s body) (no and yes), about what they’ll be comfortable doing together (very, very little - paul lets himself be talked into telling hugh if he reconsiders, but he’s very much nope on even kissing (handholding is okay. cuddling.... well, he doesn’t outright say so, but he knows he won’t enjoy it at all) ). paul starts stimming more and more sometime during it, and hugh eventually brings the conversation to a close because he can practically feel how distressed paul is, even though hugh is only holding his hand.
they have to talk to captain saru afterwards, paul getting more snappish by the minute. hugh takes them down to engineering for the ordered bioscans (which report everything being in order), and then they go back to their quarters because they have the rest of the day off.hugh kind of dreads the talk he’ll have to have with paul then, the “what’s wrong, what do you need and how can i help you?” one, because paul is alternating between aggressive and sullen, and while hugh is feeling pretty fine (suspiciously so - he assumes he’ll crash sometime soon), he definitely needs to do something about paul’s mood, if only so they don’t end up fighting.
“i’m worried i won’t be able to love you anymore,” paul says, and hugh feels like his world has just flipped upside down.he doesn’t know what to say, and then he can feel himself crashing.so he stays quiet, and paul stays quiet, and they don’t talk much for the rest of the day.they both have trouble falling asleep, and when hugh feels paul crying, he’s completely lost for words, something that barely ever happens to him (esp when there’s someone in distress), so all he can say is “i love you so much”
the next day they find out that yeah, the huge mood swings are.. basically normal for their weird condition, and that helps a lot, so they start working on a solution.
hugh actually took paul’s body to the gym, and was quietly surprised that paul is actually in a lot better shape than he pretends (it’s gotta be all that swimming), but has basically no stamina for running :Dpaul loves feeding hugh’s body with all the things hugh usually hates, and he’s very religious about giving it the meds it needs.
tilly is perpetually confused and addresses paul with all kinds of mashups of stamets and culber, eventually settling on culmets (or more like “doctor sir culmets commander?” and then, quietly “fuck!”)
the moment they switch back, paul practically falls into hugh’s arms with a relieved sigh; they cuddle a LOT in the following weeks, and paul is slightly weirded out at how toned his muscles are
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"Don't you..forget about Danny..don't, don't.." Doom Patrol is probably the most the ultra-bizarre superhero show on TV. The five freaky characters match all 5 personas of the brat pack..even the Chief as the despised assistant principal. Breakfast Patrol tees and other prints are available today at @riptapparel . Link is in my bio. 🤖☢️🍦#doompatrol #comics #superhero #tv #weird #robotman #cyborg #crazyjane #negativeman #elastiwoman #breakfastclub #movie #poster #parody #mashup #design https://www.instagram.com/p/CDDY6OtDpss/?igshid=18r4g7lgeyeji
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***HERE THERE BE SPOILERS FOR ANT-MAN AND THE WASP***
Okay, hear me out.
This weekend I saw Ant-Man and The Wasp for a second time so that I could see if an impression that struck me the first time held up. I also told my friends, who had not yet seen the movie, to kindly watch whenever Michelle Pfeiffer was onscreen so that we could have a conversation about my strange theory thereafter.
Ant-Man and The Wasp was, to my delight, even better the second time through. Somehow the wacky B-plot full of car chases didn’t seem to drag as much knowing how it would end, and I was able to relax and enjoy the many comedic set-ups and deliveries. But the overall light tone of Ant-Man and The Wasp only served to shore up my hypothesis. Here’s the part I can’t stop thinking about:
Towards the end of the movie, Michael Douglas’ Hank Pym lands his vessel in the Quantum Realm in a desperate bid to find his lost wife, Janet Van Dyne (Pfeiffer). In a colorfully melting quantum landscape composed like a mashup of Kirby and Ditko’s cosmic trips, Pym wanders directionless, searching for Janet.
All of a sudden, he appears to be back in the family’s old Victorian house. The ticking of a clock is loud in our ears. Hank is spoken to by visions of his daughter Hope Van Dyne, nu-Ant-Man Scott Lang, and old science frenemy Bill Foster in a disorienting sequence that feels uneasy.
You get the sense, while watching, that something really bad is about to happen to Hank. Then he is facing a truly scary vision: a masked, menacing person with a jaggedly threatening weapon slung across their back. It’s an appearance more Mad Max than Marvel. The first time I saw this, I honestly thought we were about to see the last of Hank.
Then the masked figure takes off their mask and it’s … the lovely, silver-haired Janet. That freaky weapon across her back appears to be a repurposed piece of her original Wasp’s wing (this is awesome). She and her husband, who have not seen each other in thirty years, share a heartwarming embrace. Hank admits that he thought he was done for, but with Janet’s assistance they make it back to the craft and are determined to reunite with their daughter Hope.
Yet Janet is also quick to tell Hank that she’s not the same person that she was before. “This place, it changes you,” she says of the Quantum Realm, and goes on to say that she had to adapt to survive but also evolve. It’s as unsettling a statement right after her first unsettling appearance. Then, when Janet is back in the normal world, she quickly helps turn the Ava/Ghost situation around, revealing that she has considerable, and unknown, Quantum-based powers. “Did you know she could do that?” Scott asks an amazed Hank.
My theory is that Janet Van Dyne is being set up as a future villain in the Ant-Man/Wasp ‘verse. 
But Kaila, you say, aren’t you reading into this a bit much? Perhaps. But the combination of Janet’s jarring introduction, which felt like some kind of warning, then her statement about evolving, coupled with her now potentially limitless power, seems to suggest that we don’t get this Janet back simply so that she can retire with Hank happily to a secluded beach where that they can live out their golden years. (After they get undusted.)
Since she was introduced in Marvel comics as one of the founding members of the Avengers (she named the team!), Janet has led a long and storied life. She often emerges as a team leader, her powers grow over time and with the help of Pym particles, and after comics Janet’s own trips to the Microverse/Quantum Realm, she does gain new abilities. Don’t get me wrong—I think that the MCU’s brilliant Janet Van Dyne is inclined to be a hero. But I wonder just how much she was changed in the Realm.
It’s also much more interesting to think that the Ant-Man/Wasp team might have to face an internal and personal threat in the form of Janet. As much as I enjoy this ‘verse, villains have not been their strong suit, and throwing Janet into the baddie mix would make for a compelling story.
Adding fuel to my weird theory fire, in a story that came out today in The Hollywood Reporter, it’s noted that Janet has “evolved in ways not yet apparent,” and director Peyton Reid indicates that he went into this movie with the idea that the Quantum Realm is vast and includes all sorts of beings and even civilizations. Reid told THR:
“We knew going into this that there’s a lot of opportunity to be mined. We know enough about Janet Van Dyne to know she not only survived down there, but it’s safe to assume she thrived in various ways down there,” says Reed. “As we say in the movie, she’s also evolved. We wanted to get enough to just sort of pique audience’s curiosity about it and hopefully at some point we will be able to show the audiences some of the things we’ve been talking about and ruminating about.”
Pointing out that Janet “thrived” in the untamed Realm, and that there’s a lot of opportunities to continue to explore what may have happened out there—and perhaps what happened to so drastically change her?  Hmm. Hmmmmm.
It’s worth mentioning that Michelle Pfeiffer also played one of the most iconic and complicated female supervillains to date in the form of Batman Returns‘ Catwoman. Whether Janet goes bad or not, it would feel like a waste of Pfeiffer’s abilities to leave her buzzing around in the background.
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