#outer space/carry on edits

[ijustdontlikepeople]

If you could love me again

#tfofu spoilers #tfofu day #luke hemmings #outer space / carry on #os/co might be my favorite moment from ono #it was brillant #and it’s been stuck in my head since #just gorgeous #5sos ono #sgfg #5sos #5sosfam #5secondsofsummer #5 seconds of summer #5sosedit #annies edits #annie.edit

[hutahuta]

Desparate to get away from a creep that been harassing you, you rush to pavia despite not knowing each other yet saying he is your boyfriend what will he do? Plsss?

P.AGE OO.4 — 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐌 & NOBILITY : 交 ✦ ⏱

GN ! Reader — <3

this is probably gonna be long, who knows. i'm writing before i even started LMAO <3

edit; i dont like the way i wrote this idk,, maybe i'm getting a little self conscious of my writing and jdskkdkdkd i'm so sorry.. ;;

thank you sweetie, ilysm for requesting (๑´ ˘ `๑)

Running to safety hasn't always been your only option. Mostly because your friends encouraged you to carry weapons for your own safety, especially in these streets where you can competently get snatched, stabbed, mugged or any of the sort. In this era? Please. You think people could afford low quality security cameras, with a high price?

Weak hands trembled as you kept insisting that your time was not worth being spent on someone who was firm on the decision that you must simply travel with them to see the city's night scenery.

It's been at least 15 minutes at most with you trying to brush aside him or trying to speed walk out of the way, hoping he wouldn't go bother someone else but at least spare you the chance to get away.

Infuriating.

Fortunately, you were not the gullible sort. Whether you've encountered this for the first time, or you've experienced such shuddersome and nightmarish situations for god knows how long, it doesn't matter. None of this is fucking okay.

And you knew that.

Loathsome hands traced the outer space around your bare back, and much to your disgust, it was unbearable to not break their hand as of this second. You had to wait, just so you could still walk with said person and hopefully get the chance to outrun them when you see a nearby crowd flocking up to the nearest street.

' Come, I insist. '

' You've ain't got nothin' to worry 'bout. '

' Aren't you being stubborn? This is what I get for being a nice guy.. What's so bad 'bout someone tryna' treat you out? '

The same shit you'd hear time n' time again. It isn't always the easiest, especially when you'd think he'd carry a weapon on him just in case.

Think, be smart.

Ah, up just ahead, a crossroad catered towards the corner of your eye. Your head didn't turn around too quick, but you'd have seen the elderly couple steadily cross the walk just then. Following suit, a flock of crowds parked themselves up just ahead to watch the physical activities boarded up for their enjoyment.

Fuck.. Okay. Pace yourself.. Three, two, -

Before you knew it, you dashed immediately.

Wind blew and slashed against your face as you carried your burning legs as fast as you could. You didn't know what the hell this freak carried on him and you weren't planning on finding out either.

The crowd proved no use, as he could manoeuvre his way around, shouldering past people aggressively with the occasional loud grunt you can surely figure out that it etched from him.

Dammit, alright. It's fine. It's totally fucking fine, right? You couldn't tell where you were going. You crossed and turned at every corner, and just beyond your reach —..

Stood a man near the corner shop that sold the usual cigarettes and loaded beverages. Stuff that you'd only resort to having when your shift at work really sucked.

White to black hair, black sunglasses with a lavender shirt that had intricate patterns, but not interesting enough to pay too much attention to as of this time.

Please, for whatever God is out there. Offer you some strength. Fortunately, he was quick to stop you in your tracks by halting his hand in front of you, like how one would halt a nearby bus to indicate you're about to get on. However, he essentially demanded your entire body be impacted against his hand. Regardless, it made you panic in a hurry but your uneven breathing made it impossible to speak coherent sentences.

Pretty sure if you saw someone crying and running away like your life depended on it, wouldn't you stop by to help? Pavia was a mercenary, and a merciless one at that, but he wasn't entirely soulless.

' Now, where are you running off to in such a hurry? ' He had an accent. A lollipop stuck between his lips. What is it? Cherry? Strawberry?

Words. Just use words.

' Help, please.. Creep. Following. Behind me. ' Behind your uneven breaths, and horrid panting that caused a crack in the tone of your voice, he seemed to understand.

Or, somewhat get it. If it's anything staining this world, it's filth like this random person trying to inflict damage on innocent people like you who are just trying to get by their day. You look innocent to him. Exhausted, but innocent. Like a little lamb fleeing the slaughterhouse.

If it's one thing he hates, it's seeing the poor souls who resemble the innocence he once had. The chance that they could have to flee themselves from trauma, is the chance I believe Pavia would be willing to give. He must despise seeing the fear inside eyes that used to resemble his own when he was tucked away from the rest of society, forced to grumble under nothing but the deafening silence within the basement of his aunt's home after wailing out apologies and horrid voice cracks just to plead for his own freedom.

So. Seeing yours is no different.

Regardless, you do know the impact of you being outside.. especially during the evenings where it's dark and the sky turned into a murky ocean blue haze, gradients shifting darker by the hour and minute..

Gripping onto his shirt, your pleas to beg him to act as someone you might be familiar with, or perhaps even wear the stalker off with claiming that he is your temporary boyfriend, might strike something within Pavia..

Standing still, you rested yourself against his steady arm, holding you in place. Swiftly, he moved you against the wall, whispering a soft 'Then forgive me.' And yet, here were the thudding footsteps of your attacker. With a quiet look on your face, he stepped out of the shadow, amidst his hounds that surrounded his feet by seconds.

You couldn't believe it??

' Problem, amico? ' Resonated that voice of his, something to admire. Glistening under such beautiful moonlight, you could tell how the silver lining had outlined the steel plate of the metal cutting into the familiar shape of a pistol embedded within his pocket.. Huh- Shit— was he dangerous too? You only needed protection, not some bloodied out battle to settle for your freedom?? You're not looking to go to jail this early, anyways.

' I sincerely hope that you aren't getting aquatinted with my.. beloved? Huh? Lest I take that pretty little tie of yours to add into my collection. Divertente~ '

You didn't ask for his name, but your slender hands placed itself on his shoulder, still unable to catch your breath beneath these minutes that were unbearably silent to surpass.

Behind him, your body rested upon his, one hand eagerly coiled warmly against his waist like vines on a old pillar.

The stranger didn't wish to be aquatinted with you in any sort at first, but he was a playful hound of a man. With eyes that looked at you, then back at your stalker. Maybe talking with you a little more after this wouldn't hurt, right?

' You know, amico. ' He approached.

' There is something quite thrilling to have the echoes of thuds of dead bodies fall flat against the surface when you hear that deadly gunshot linger in the back of your head, huh.. You know, my boss tried the same thing. '

And yet, it feared him in some way. Your eyes replicated that of a lost puppy. Those puffy cheeks, reddened and exhausted from running ever so much, oh my.. Something sparked inside of him.

Compared to his gaze, that had his pupils dilated so small, it reflected insanity upon them. He whispered a quiet ; ' I suggest you surrender before it gets ugly? aha.. '

All it took—; was the slow movement of his slender, yet ringed hands to reach into his lower pocket-

And by the second.

They left. You heard grumbled apologies.. and shuffling. But that was mostly it.

The stranger dressed in purple didn't bother to turn to look back around at you to see if you're alright or not, but there was a smirk on his face. A smile on it that he could only turn his head to the side which he could witness your breathing slowly starting to become tolerable; that lollipop twirled itself around his fingers.

Maybe a factor of it played into it because he just saved you, but some part of you could tell a fraction of him enjoyed teasing you with his playful gaze. As if you knew what he were to already say.

The public here avoid trouble but when they see terrible news on the media, they flock together like birds to ready themselves into war. It's nearly impossible to fight against society's norms, but you suspect that's why nobody but him offered such help.

And you were lucky.

Seems like it won't be the only time you'd meet this stranger by the looks of it. He said nothing more than patting your shoulder softly, then moving back inside the building.

Pavia wouldn't be the best at trying to offer comfort but he knows better than anybody else on how events like these tend to fuck you over. The shit people put up with on a daily basis makes him want to spit on lowly people for even thinking they have the right to breathe the same air as you.

Pavia merely reached his hand towards your trembling figure. He seemed to contemplate whether it was a good choice to get to know you, but under these circumstances, that stalker could still be lingering about. What better to do than to have him offered to sit beside you until you feel safe to go on your own again.

After all, maybe it's the safest option..

And who knows? You'll become acquainted with this stranger soon enough with time.

#reverse 1999 #pavia #pavia reverse 1999 #reverse #pavia x reader #paviarev1999 #r99 pavia #reverse 1999 pavia #imsorryifthissucksass #i love you all wwwjwjwj 😞💔💔

[rosesloveletters]

violets in the snow.

Pairing: 1971 Willy Wonka x Reader

Word Count: 2,733

Warnings: no major content warnings apply.

Summary: It's Christmas Eve and Reader allows Wonka to open one present early.

Author's Note: I know Gene was Jewish, even though I believe he said he wasn't exactly religious. I have no intention of trying to be offensive/belittle/make light of anyone's religion or beliefs and I apologize if it comes across that way because it is without a doubt not my intention. I simply wrote this as a Christmas fic because that's the holiday I celebrate and I wanted to write reader giving Wonka a sweet gift.  

Edited.

divider created by @/saradika on Tumblr.

Winter winds blustered across the barren landscape beyond the sprawling complex of Wonka Industries. Inside, temperatures were comfortable, but the distant crackling of the fireplace and the holiday decorations you had put up in your shared living space reminded you that the heart of December was far from being thawed. 

It was Christmas eve and you were right where you belonged: snuggled up to your lover’s chest, burrowed beneath a soft knitted blanket of plush purple plum yarn. 

You and Wonka had sipped several mugs of cocoa throughout the evening, keeping yourselves in the festive spirit while also keeping warm and taste-testing a batch of hot chocolate with a brand-new twist that he planned to debut next month.  

Its warming properties had already worked their magic. 

Your outer extremities, fingers and toes which were almost always cold were now warm to the touch and kept you comfortable instead of shivering and feeling lethargic. Wonka’s new hot cocoa worked specifically for people whose blood circulation needed a bit of a boost, especially during the winter. Even if your body typically ran hot, this new hot chocolate benefitted most everyone when the weather turned brutally cold.  

He had been hard at work this season, creating new treats to unveil for the holidays while expediting production for maximum return. He never sacrificed the quality of his confections, however, as he would only promise to deliver the best of the best for his devoted customers across the globe. 

However, Wonka only had to please one heart this Christmas and all his efforts would be worthwhile. 

You did not expect or demand anything of your lover, other than his simple presence in the quaint little life he’d built for you both. You didn’t need gifts or candies or sweets, you needed his sweet mouth to whisper verses into your ear and the gift of his gracefulness as he swept you into his arms and cradled you to his body. 

You wanted presence of mind, not tangible presents. You wanted memories for you and him to hold on to, laughter to warm you on long, winter nights and hours of conversation to carry you through till dawn. 

Wonka could give you that and decided he would stop at nothing to please you in every way he knew how. He would pull out every tool in his arsenal, every scrap of wit on his tongue, fire in his belly, thought in his head and love in his heart to make this most wonderful time of the year more memorable than any you had lived before to date. He had held a heart or two in his time, but yours was worth holding onto. He wanted you to know that you were special beyond words and so he poured his love into you like the waterfall which churned the great chocolate river in his beloved chocolate room. 

You wanted to taste the caramel threads in his blue eyes, to bite his licorice heartstrings and devour his chocolate heart already melted from the warmth of your love. He was the only one you wanted this Christmas, your shimmering sugar rush that set your veins on fire and filled you with energy, motivation and desire. 

You loved everything about him, from his creativity to the unapologetic sincerity of his character. 

Wonka did not let you forget that he was a force to be reckoned with because he set out to teach lessons, give advice and guidance, but there was a side of him that no one knew quite like you did. Even if you questioned him or tried to make sense of it, he found little ways of surprising you without giving you a hint. You could not expect this man to divulge a lifetime of secrets to you in such a short time, yet you dreamed of what the inside of his mind looked like and hoped with all hope that those thoughts in his head were kind. 

There was a lot you knew about Willy Wonka, but far more that you didn’t. That was the fun of him, really, to not know what you were getting into, however, if Wonka guaranteed you one thing, that was consistency.

Nothing about the man ever changed, though his lack of a routine was somewhat maddening, you could count on his actions towards you to remain unchanged. You were careful when entering any relationship, platonic or romantic, because you sustained a permanent soul tremor from plunging through thin ice when you should have tread more carefully. 

Willy treated you the same, on good days and bad; he loved you more than anyone ever had. 

He gave so much and you decided it was high time to repay the favor. 

You got off the couch, extracted yourself from the warmth pocket you had settled into over the course of the evening and walked to the tree you had insisted he help you put up and decorate. He didn’t make a fuss when you asked him to help you decorate the living space; he was pleased that you wanted to bring a little sparkle that he normally would not have created for himself. He was far too busy to fuss over decorations when his candy sales shot through the roof every holiday season, but he made time this year because it was important to you and therefore it was important to him, too. After all, it felt homier to have decorations and he felt much more festive each day when he would look at them. The Christmas spirit was alive in his heart and he owed it more to you than to any mere decoration.

His eyes followed your movement, twin blue flames which had escaped from the fireplace and burned brightly within him instead. He watched as you selected a very specific present from beneath the tree, a flat rectangular box covered in festive wrapping paper and topped with a bright red bow. Wonka raised an eyebrow as you brought it over to him and held it out for him to take. 

He peered at you questioningly as you offered him the gift box, “what’s this for, my dear?”

“Just take it!” you laughed and he finally did, his fingers delicately wrapping around the box as he placed it on his lap. He looked at it for a moment as if he couldn’t believe that any of those presents under the tree were for him.

Who else would they be for?

Wonka looked up at you with a delighted smile on his face, “you know, I thought we were supposed to wait until morning.”

“I know, I know,” you replied, “but whenever I was little, I used to get so excited to open my presents that my parents would let me open one gift on Christmas eve.”

“Ah,” Wonka smiled fondly at your anecdote and nodded in understanding as he glanced down at the present in his lap, “so this one…you’re wanting me to open it now?”

You nodded as you pulled your legs up onto the couch and tucked them under yourself as you sat up a little straighter to watch him open the gift. 

This was your first time sharing Christmas traditions with Wonka; you wanted to share everything with him, and you decided you would start with what was closest to your heart. The season of giving meant tearing off a piece of your soul and pressing it into the folds of a love letter penned for the man who had made you feel whole again. You wanted to dedicate every day to him, not just special ones because when you were with Wonka, every day was special in its own unique way. 

You watched with bated breath as Wonka gently lifted the wrapping paper from where you’d taped up the end. He ever so carefully peeled back the folded edge, then cheekily tore into it like he were an excited child on Christmas morning. You watched him fondly, wishing to reach out and touch him, to brush his strawberry blonde curls out of his face, but you knew that would ruin the moment. Instead, you merely watched him open the present, eager to get to the inside and see what it was that you simply could not wait to give him until the morning. 

“Hm, let’s see here…” Wonka hummed to himself as he flipped the now unwrapped box over. It was clear that this was a shirt box, although that gave away little information as to what kind of shirt it was. 

Willy began to peel back several pieces of tape where you’d secured the box before wrapping it. 

“I hope you like it,” you whispered, uncertain what his reaction was going to be when he saw what you’d gotten for him, “if not, I’m sure I could return it.”

“Nonsense, my dear,” Willy looked up at you, his blue gaze was one of reassurance, “I’m certain that I will love it.”

Not as much as you, my dear.

Willy removed the rest of the tape from the box and flipped it over, then lifted the top. Inside was several layers of red tissue paper to conceal the gift and Willy sifted through to find what you had hidden inside the packaging for him. He brushed the paper to the side and his fingers brushed fabric. He was intrigued; the material was unlike anything in his current wardrobe. 

He lifted it out of the box, the piece of fabric unfolding as he did so and he held it up. 

It was a gorgeous, rich plum color that matched his coat, except this article of clothing was a sweater. It appeared to be handmade with thick yarn, perfect for colder weather, and was soft to the touch like crushed velvet. He admired the sweater and his hands caressed the sleeves, appreciating the finer details: the curved neckline and fitted hem and cuffs as well as the oversized fit which would hang loosely off his broad frame – you had sized it impeccably to fit his body type and preference. 

“You always wear the same thing, not that I’m implying it as a bad thing, but I thought you might want to switch it up from time to time,” you tried to explain, “so I had the idea of getting you a sweater because I thought it might be warmer and I picked the color to match your coat. I wasn’t sure if you would like it, but I can always find you something else, if you-”

He cut you off midsentence and you blushed as you realized how much you had been rambling; His speaking voice took on the gentlest tone you had ever heard, “I love it. Thank you, my dear.”

You were about to insist that he didn’t have to lie to you, but the words died on your tongue as you watched him slide his arms into the sweater and pull it on over his head. When his head popped out from the neckline, you nearly giggled at his frizzy, wild hair which was mussed from pulling the material over his head. There was no controlling it; his hair was unmanageable on a good day and besides, it was the last thing on his mind currently. 

He was too busy admiring the sweater you had gifted him, his round, rosy cheeks bulged at the edges of a smile, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes becoming more prominent as he squinted in delight. To say he was pleased was an understatement. Wonka appreciated all gifts he was given because he was always grateful and honored to be worthy of someone wanting to bestow a gift upon him, but this was something of great wonder. You had chosen this gift because it had reminded you of him, at least, the color had done. 

Judging by his sweater paws, you had chosen the right size. Wonka liked oversized outer vestments and this was the perfect touch; he looked precious in it, swimming in the warm wool that enveloped his body in warmth and comfort like a big hug. 

“It looks even better on you than I thought it would,” you complimented him, giving him a satisfied smile as he looked over at you with love in his eyes, “I’m happy that you like it.”

“I love it,” he repeated, resisting the urge to hug himself as he deliberately snuggled into the sweater for emphasis, “and I think it’ll see a lot of wear this winter, if it’s going to be as cold as is being predicted.” 

You nodded. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, he looked so sweet in the sweater, his eyes lit up with excitement and his hands still appreciating the incredibly soft fabric. Wonka’s mannerisms were like that of a small child, despite his age; he was ecstatic over being given a present and offered you many more thanks as you sat beside him on the sofa. 

He leaned over and scooped you into a full-bodied hug where you almost ended up on his lap because he was so eager to hold you against him. You let out a sweet bout of laughter and kissed his warm cheek, making him coo and nuzzle against your neck a little bit.

“I love you, my dear,” he whispered in your ear, “thank you for this, truly.”

“You’re welcome, Willy. You deserve it.”

You deserve the entire world and I’d give it to you in a heartbeat if it were mine to give. 

You didn’t say those words, but even never voiced, he knew. He could see the sentiment reflected in the depths of your eyes, which was perhaps why he lost himself in them so often. The echoes of words you never said reverberated against the walls of his heart and he could feel them bludgeoning the inside of his ribcage with a barrage of activity the likes of which his cardiovascular system had never endured before. It was comparable to butterflies taking flight in his stomach, except this didn’t make him feel like he might spill his guts.

Instead, his heart swelled with affection, he viewed the world in colors you had taught him to see and he lived life with new purpose. His dreams held meaning and he finally understood what it was all for. Perhaps it was the magic of the holidays that permeated the air and embedded in his bones, but he was content to live the rest of his life like this. He felt as though he was seeing for the very first time, kissing you was the first sip of water taken after being dehydrated, his grip on you stronger than gravity. 

You were who his heart belonged to and if his heart were an apartment, you had rented the biggest room. 

He was violently delighted by the promise of the new year and what was to come for the two of you, but for now, he was content to succumb to his need for peace, quiet and relaxation amid his company’s busiest season. You offered him reprieve from the bustle of the holidays and he would sink into the refreshing haze, allowing himself to be swept away by you and the love you both had to give. 

You would take this moment, just for the two of you, seizing it and holding it in the palm of your hand. You would never let go, of him, of this holiday, of your love. It meant far too much to you now, having finally learnt why you spent your whole life trying to put into words how a moment like this might feel. 

Now, you knew. 

You did not have to try, you only had to feel. 

When anyone asked you what your favorite color was, you got vulnerable because your skin was berry-stained, your bruised heart abused by the love it was forced to feel now that you ached for the cookie-cutter metal stars to punch holes through your lungs so you could breathe him in more strongly. 

He was all over you and you clung to him like the most resilient flowers in winter, like violets in the snow. 

“Now, darling,” Wonka began, hands on his knees as he hoisted himself off the couch and approached the hoard of gifts beneath your tree, “I do believe there’s something under here for you…”

#willy wonka #willy wonka and the chocolate factory #willy wonka 1971 #wilder!wonka #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka imagine #willy wonka and the chocolate factory imagine #gene wilder #biblio :: 📖

[givemea-dam-break]

the only edit for today guys BUT it’s my favourite ship PLUS my favourite band (5 seconds of summer of course) with a song from my favourite 5sos album teehee. i used the live version (from the royal albert hall) BECAUSE THE VOCALS RAHHHH

outer space/carry on is so locklyle coded - if i find ANY of you skipping the outer space/carry on interlude when listening to this song, it’s over.

anyways enjoy teehee

@neewtmas @so-true-jestie @ethereal-veggie @wellgoslowly @waitingforthesunrise @malteevars-kee-devi @skies-of-gray @jesslockwood @lockwood-lover

#let’s all say it together #it’s not an eden edit without the locklyle hands come on #givemea-dam-edit #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #lockwood & co #locklyle #locklyle edit

[jellogram]

October/Halloween Movie List Inspo by Theme!!!!

I probably forgot or omitted a ton of stuff so please don't get mad lol. Most of the older ones are available on YouTube or Tubi, the majority are in English, and most of the lists are in chronological order. I also avoided most sequels for simplicity's sake. I've seen most but not all of these so no content warnings are listed, so be sure to check accordingly.

🎃💀🎃💀🎃💀🎃💀

The Silent Era:

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde (1920)

The Phantom Carriage (1921)

Nosferatu (1922)

Häxan (1922)

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1923)

The Phantom of the Opera (1925)

Faust (1926)

Vampyr (1932) (Almost silent)

The Universal Monsters Starter Pack

Dracula (1931)

Frankenstein (1931)

The Mummy (1932)

The Invisible Man (1933)

Bride of Frankenstein (1935)

The Wolf Man (1941)

Creature from the Black Lagoon (1954)

Best of Hitchcock Horror

Rope (1948)

Strangers on a Train (1951)

Rear Window (1954)

Vertigo (1958)

Psycho (1960)

The Birds (1963)

Classic Slashers

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)

Halloween (1978)

Friday the 13th (1980)

The Evil Dead (1981)

A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)

Child's Play (1988)

Candyman (1992)

Scream (1996)

The "Science Fiction/Double Feature" Collection from the Rocky Horror intro:

The Day the Earth Stood Still (1951)

Flash Gordon (various serials 1936-1940)

The Invisible Man (1933)

King Kong (1933)

It Came From Outer Space (1953)

Doctor X (1932)

Forbidden Planet (1956)

Tarantula! (1955)

The Day of the Triffids (1962)

Night of the Demon (1957)

When Worlds Collide (1951)

Cult Classic and B-movie MegaMarathon

Them! (1954)

The Blob (1958)

Plan 9 From Outer Space (1959)

The Beast of Yucca Flats (1961)

Night of the Living Dead (1968)

The Wicker Man (1973)

The Phantom of the Paradise (1974)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)

Eraserhead (1977)

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes (1978)

The Thing (1981)

The Evil Dead (1981)

Clue (1985)

Elvira (1988)

Killer Klowns from Outer Space (1988)

Donnie Darko (2001)

Birdemic (2008)

Jennifer's Body (2009)

The "I Miss the Old Tim Burton" Watch List

Vincent (1982)

Beetlejuice (1988)

Batman (1989)

Edward Scissorhands (1990)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

Sleepy Hollow (1993)

Mars Attacks (1996)

The Corpse Bride (2005)

Sweeney Todd (2007)

Dark Shadows (2012)

Macabre Musicals

The Phantom of the Paradise (1974)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975)

Little Shop of Horrors (1986)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

Corpse Bride (2005)

Sweeney Todd (2007)

Repo! The Genetic Opera (2008)

The Lure (2015)

The 90s Nostalgia Mixtape

Edward Scissorhands (1990)

The Witches (1990)

The Addams Family (1991)

Death Becomes Her (1992)

Hocus Pocus (1993)

The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

Casper (1995)

The Craft (1996)

Scream (1996)

Halloweentown (1998)

The Blair Witch Project (1999)

The "God Forbid Women Do Anything" MegaMarathon

Carrie (1976)

Suspiria (1977)

Heathers (1989)

The Witches (1990)

The Craft (1996)

Ringu (1998)

Ginger Snaps (2000)

Teeth (2007)

Jennifer's Body (2009)

Black Swan (2010)

A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night (2014)

The Lure (2015)

The VVitch (2015)

Raw (2016)

Midsommar (2019)

Us (2019)

Last Night in Soho (2021)

X (2022)

Scary Found Footage

The Blair Witch Project (1999)

Rec (2007)

Paranormal Activity (2007)

Cloverfield (2008)

Lake Mungo (2008)

Unfriended (2014)

As Above, So Below (2014)

Creep (2014)

Host (2020)

Dracula Through the Ages

Nosferatu (1922)

Dracula (1931)

Horror of Dracula (1958)

Dracula (1979)

Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979)

The Monster Squad (1987)

Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992)

Van Helsing (2004)

Dracula Untold (2014)

The Film Bro Starter Pack (Spooky Edition)

The Exorcist (1973)

Alien (1979)

The Shining (1980)

The Silence of the Lambs (1991)

American Psycho (2000)

Donnie Darko (2001)

Get Out (2017)

Eye Candy

Suspiria (1977)

Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992)

Pan's Labyrinth (2006)

Coraline (2009)

Crimson Peak (2015)

The Love Witch (2016)

The Neon Demon (2016)

Mandy (2018)

Last Night in Soho (2021)

The Munsters (2022)

Movies My Mom Doesn't Realize Are Gay

Rope (1948)

A Nightmare on Elm Street 2 (1985)

The Lost Boys (1987)

Hellraiser (1987)

Interview with the Vampire (1994)

The Craft (1996)

Black Swan (2010)

#long post #Halloween #october #movies #horror movies #halloween movies #horror

[killermchann]

mystik spiral rate youre music page

Icebox Woman

by Mystik Spiral

released 1998

recorded 1992 - 1997

2.33 / 5.0 from 70 ratings

Alternative Rock, Garage Rock, Post-Grunge

Grunge, Noise Rock, Power Pop, Indie Rock, Neo-Psychedelia

lo-fi, raw, angry, noisy, lethargic, introspective, dissonant, psychedelic, melancholic, energetic, depressive, self-hatred, nihilistic, existential, occult, rebellious, spiritual, pessimistic, male vocalist, LGBT, atonal

4 Reviews

cumguzzlinggutterslut

★★★✩✩

i liked the part where those 2 guys howled like wolves that part was funny

30000monkies

★★★★✩

takes me back…i used to play at the zon in the 90s & actually met the guitarist after a gig when i went to use the bathroom. nice guy. i think his name was jerry? he gave me a blowie in one of the stalls & sold me the CD for $20. great stuff! would recommend!

dreamtheaterfan8000

★✩✩✩✩

Pure drivel. I cannot recall a single moment during my first (and only) listen of this garbage where I wasn't appalled. HOW DID THIS TAKE 5 YEARS TO RECORD????? Let us delve into the musical septic tank...

Mystik Spiral is yet another perfectly mediocre post-grunge band that has decided to unleash onto the unwitting public the suburban angst they've carried with them and kept latent since middle school. My first question: What the fuck is a Mystic Spiral? Is it supposed to be a metaphor for their career? It sounds like the name of a Doors cover band. Initially I assumed the misspelling of the word "mystic" to be intentional, but after finishing the album I am fully convinced the members are all semi-literate. Take these lyrics:

"The universe is a cold, cold place, black and Bleak like outer space, the wind chill drops below sub-zero, it's not no time to be a hero."

Woooooow. Didn't know the temperature could drop "below sub-zero," or that poetry you wrote for your Language Arts class when you were twelve constitutes as genuine lyricism. And who still rhymes "zero" with "hero?"

Fortunately, Mystik Spiral is allergic to songs over two minutes in length, making this a much less tedious listen than expected. This compliment is backhanded, as the "songs" are excretions of verse-chorus crap that barely hit the one minute mark.*Yawn.* There is nothing in this album that resembles originality. Why bother writing memorable riffs when you don't even know how to fix that buzz in your amp? Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself.

The playing, if you can call it that, sucks. In spite of their apparent obliviousness to the concept of tuning, or practicing, so-called "guitarists" Trent Lane and Jesse Moreno have discovered an ingenious way to hide their sloppy guitar work: drown everything in as much feedback as possible. I cannot stress enough the fact that Mystik Spiral's sound is that of two college students arguing on top of TV static while someone living in their basement plays the drums. Props to the drummer, by the way, for managing to keep a simple 4/4 beat to this tuneless nonsense. I don't know why Mystik Spiral has a bassist, though. I could not hear him, except some songs where he starts playing too early & they decided not to do another take. It's like they're so ashamed to have him in the band they buried him in the mix until he was completely inaudible. Then I read that Mystik Spiral didn't even have a bassist until 1996, four years into the recording sessions...Who cares, man? It's called artistic liberty. Such is fate for so-called "alternative rock...." It should be illegal for bands to keep trying to emulate Nirvana and the Screaming Trees. Also, was it really necessary to include a 30-minute audio recording of a woman giving birth as a hidden track?

EDIT: After posting this review that took me a week to write I got a lot of messages insisting there was no childbirth recording & that I'm crazy. I swear to God it was there. It took up over half the album's runtime. How on earth is no one else hearing it?????

JesusSaves1968

★★★★★

This album gave me the first erection I've had in 30 years

#is this funny #txt #mystik spiral

[paperanddice]

Akatas are aberrant beings from outer space, inhabitants of some distant planet that found themselves drifting through the void. Whether by divine (or other) intervention, or a lucky quirk of evolution, some number were capable of spinning a cocoon capable of sustaining them in deep hibernation through their endless drift through space, surviving until they happened across another world and plunged through the atmosphere in a devastating landing. Safe within their cocoons, the akata hatched again soon after and set about trying to adapt to their new home.

Fortunately, humanoids are similar enough to the creatures of the akata's homeworld to function as incubators for their young, and they immediately set about replicating their habits. The bite of an akata carries dozens of its parasitic young, and they are implanted into the body of the creature's victims. These young incubate, growing within the creature and trying to kill it. Once the host is dead, whether by the actions of the young or another cause, one larva crawls into the humanoid's mouth and grows into a large, gross mass that pushes its way out of the creature's jaw, often breaking it in the process. The larva also attaches itself to the brain stem, reanimating the body and using it to hunt for food and a safe place to rest and metamorphose into another akata. Without quick response, an akata infestation can quickly grow out of control.

The akata looks kind of like a small, blue, hairless lion. It has two prehensile tails, and dozens of thick tentacles that surround its head like a mane.

Originally from the Pathfinder Bestiary 2. This post came out a week ago on my Patreon. If you want to get access to all my monster conversions early, as well as access to my premade adventures and other material I’m working on, consider backing me there!

5th Edition

Akata Medium aberration, unaligned Armor Class 13 (natural armor) Hit Points 52 (7d8 + 21) Speed 40 ft., climb 20 ft. Str 12 (+1) Dex 15 (+2) Con 16 (+3) Int 3 (-4) Wis 12 (+1) Cha 11 (+0) Skills Athletics +3, Stealth +4 Damage Immunities cold, fire, poison Condition Immunities deafened, poisoned Senses passive Perception 11 Languages - Challenge 1 (200 XP) Deaf. The akata is permanently and naturally deaf. No Breath. The akata doesn't breathe and is immune to effects that require breathing. Salt Water Vulnerability. Salt water acts as an extremely strong acid to an akata. Being splashed with salt water deals 3 (1d6) acid damage to the akata, a vial of salt water damages the akata like a vial of acid, and full immersion in salt water deals 14 (4d6) acid damage per round. Actions Bite. Melee Weapon Attack: +4 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 5 (1d6+2) piercing damage. If the target is a living humanoid, it must succeed on a DC 13 Constitution saving throw or contract a disease. Until the disease is cured, the target must repeat the saving throw every 24 hours. On a failure, the target gains one level of exhaustion, and its hit point maximum decreases by 3 (1d6). This exhaustion can't be removed except by magical means. The target recovers from the disease if it makes two consecutive saves. If the target's hit point maximum drops to 0 as a result of this disease, the target dies. A target that dies while infected with this disease rises as a void zombie in 2d4 hours.

Void Zombie Medium undead, unaligned Armor Class 10 Hit Points 15 (2d8 + 6) Speed 40 ft. Str 13 (+1) Dex 10 (+0) Con 16 (+3) Int 3 (-4) Wis 6 (-2) Cha 5 (-3) Damage Immunities poison Condition Immunities poisoned Senses darkvision 60 ft. passive Perception 8 Languages understands the languages it knew in life but can't speak Challenge 1/4 (50 XP) Actions Multiattack. The void zombie makes two attacks, only one of which can be a Tongue attack. Slam. Melee Weapon Attack: +3 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 4 (1d6+1) bludgeoning damage. Tongue. Melee Weapon Attack: +3 to hit, reach 5 ft., one living creature. Hit: 3 (1d4+1) bludgeoning damage plus 2 (1d4) necrotic damage. The target's hit point maximum is reduced by an amount equal to the necrotic damage taken, and the void zombie regains hit points equal to that amount. The reduction lasts until the target finishes a short or long rest. The target dies if this effect reduces its hit point maximum to 0.

13th Age

Akata  1st level spoiler [aberration]  Initiative: +4 Void Bite +6 vs. AC - 4 damage. Natural Even Hit: The target is infected with void death (see below). No Hearing: Decrease the DC to sneak past the akata by 5. Void Death: Any medium or small humanoid can be infected with void death. While infected, at the start of each day the character must make a Constitution check (including any appropriate background) to determine the severity of the disease, or if the character overcomes it. Bed rest and care by an experienced healer, or appropriate magic, gives the character a +10 bonus to the check. The severity and the effect of the disease depends on the result of the check: 1-4: The character dies and reanimates in 1d4 hours as a void zombie. 5-14: The character gains 2 fewer recoveries than normal and is weakened until its next check. 15-19: The character gains 1 less recovery than normal and is dazed until its next check. 20-24: The character is dazed until its next check. 25-29: Carrier, no ill effect. 30+: The character is cured. A character that dies while infected with void death reanimates 1d4 hours later as a void zombie. Resist Fire 16+. Vulnerable To Salt Water: Salt water burns the akata like acid. A simple splash can deal 1d6 acid damage to it, while being fully immersed deals 4d6 acid damage per round. AC 17 PD 15 MD 11 HP 26

Void Zombie  1st level mook [undead]  Initiative: +0 Feeding Tongue +5 vs. PD - 3 damage. Natural 16+: The target is also weakened (save ends) and the zombie gains 2 temporary hit points. Headshot: A critical hit against the void zombie deals triple damage instead of the normal double damage. AC 14 PD 12 MD 8 HP 10 (mook) Mook: Kill one void zombie mook for every 10 damage dealt to the mob.

#d&d #dungeons and dragons #dnd #5th edition #13th age #homebrew #my homebrew #monster #long post #aberration #undead #dnd cr 1 #dnd cr 1/4 #13th age level 1

[lillywillow]

Corsets and Crinolines

Summary: Bucky helps you prepare for a book launch

 Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

 Words: 1127

 Square Filled: C3- Free Space

 Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader  

 Warnings: None

 You had recently hit popularity when one of the novels you wrote won an award for historical excellence and your publisher thought it would be a good idea if you were seen in public so when you received an invitation to one of Tony Stark’s elite parties, you had to go. That is where you met Bucky for the first time, looking just as out of place as you felt. You struck up a conversation and it wasn’t long before you were getting along famously. Bucky explained that romance wasn’t really his thing but when you explained that you often carried strong feminist themes throughout, he became a little more interested. After the party, you kept in touch with him and before long, you were dating. When you became a little more serious, you took him to France to do research for a new book you were working on. It was going to be about a young woman in the court of Marie Antoinette who falls in love with a soldier right before the French Revolution.

…

 Weeks passed and eventually you had a full book written. While it was being edited, you made yourself your very own Rococo inspired dress to wear to the book launch. Bucky thoroughly enjoyed himself while he was in France and was happy to listen to you bounce ideas off him, even helping you come up with ideas for how the couple should end up together. He was the first person you showed the finished copy to. Bucky finished it within a week. He would have finished it sooner if it weren’t all the distractions of the others. Although he wasn’t a big fan of crowds, Bucky was excited when you invited him to the big launch.

…

 Finally, the night of the book launch arrived. You decided to arrive much earlier to prepare your elaborate costume. Before you left, you styled your hair in a popular one from 18th century France and put on the very basics in preparation. Bucky helped to carry in the extra pieces.

 “So, what do you need first?” Bucky asked.

 “First, I start with the under petticoat,” you explained, pointing to the plain looking skirt.

 Bucky helped you to put it over you and you tied it up.

 “Next?” he questioned.

 “The stays, the corset that is…”

 Bucky handed the item to you, watching in fascination as you laced it up, before adding a piece you called a ‘stomacher’ and placed it in the middle.

 “You’re not… crushing your ribs or anything in that, are you?” Bucky worriedly asked.

 You smiled at his concern.

 “No, Bucky. This type of corset is not designed for waist training which is why it goes over the chemise; that’s the under dress. It’ll also offer protection for one of the upcoming steps. Also, these ribbons help to hold the shoulders back and adjust the posture,” you clarified, showing him the ones in question.

 Bucky nodded and waited for his next instruction.

 “Next, the pannier. That’s the hoop things.”

 Bucky helped you to place it around your hips. You had made yours a little wider to match the fashion on the time which meant you couldn’t get through a doorway without going sideways.

 “The outer petticoat comes next…”

 You had designed this one to be a little fancier and a little more ruffled than the one before. Bucky assisted in getting it over the pannier and arranged it so it would sit nicely.

 “Hand me my pin cushion,” you requested.

 Bucky held it for you as you pinned another stomacher in place. This one had fancy stacks of bows to match the petticoat.

 “You see, this is where the boning from the stays come in handy. Stops the pins from stabbing me,” you assured him.

 “Lastly, the gown,” you stated.

 Bucky assisted in placing it on your shoulders like a jacket and adjusted it where it needed to be around the hips. With a few more pins, you had it securely on.

 “What do you think?” you asked with a twirl.

 Bucky was in awe.

 “Wow… all those layers for something that looks like just one dress…”

 “That’s why I wanted to get here so early. It takes a lot of time to get the look just right. Thanks for your help,” you smiled.

 “Anytime… are you going to be able to sit in that?” Bucky voiced his concern.

 “Well… The panniers do have a little more give than their successor the crinoline… I may need some help getting into a chair…”

 Bucky smiled a little.

 “I’m always happy to help…”

…

 A little while later, the book launch was in full swing. You explained about your dress and how it was something the heroine in your story might have worn. People asked you questions which you were always happy to answer.

 “Miss L/N, is the character’s love interest based on a real historical figure?” someone asked.

 “Actually, he’s based on someone very dear to me…”

 There were more questions asked, getting a little more personal in nature but your publisher stepped in to direct the attention back to the book. Bucky couldn’t help but blush as he suddenly realised he was the inspiration for the soldier in the book. He was a dashing man with brunette hair, blue eyes and had lost his left arm in the Napoleonic wars. Bucky also became flustered as he remembered some of the more intimate scenes. Eventually, it all wound down and Bucky helped you to reverse the complicated process of dressing.

 “What did you think about that?” you asked, once you were dressed in something more comfortable.

 “You were amazing up there!” he praised, making you feel all warm inside. “Was I really the inspiration behind the soldier character?”

 Now it was your turn to feel flustered.

 “Well, yeah… when you have the perfect inspiration, it’s hard not to use it…” you admitted. “I was actually thinking of another book set in France… if you’d like to come with me again…”

 “All that time with you, the beauty of France and all that luxury? Count me in,” Bucky smiled, moving in to kiss you softly.

…

 Your travels with Bucky took you all over the world. With every book launch, he was there to help you put on your period piece costumes and you even convinced him to model some of the male counterparts. Bucky would forever be the dashing hero from your stories ready to sweep you off your feet no matter what you were wearing or what country you were in.

#Bucky Barnes #buckybarnes #buckybarnesbingo2022 #bbb2022 #bucky barnes x reader #Marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #Author Reader #history #Bucky is a gentleman #free space #French fashion #Corsets and Crinolines

[yourfairygodmotherorsomething]

CHARACTER SHEET:

Captain Ander Ho of the Agricorps

face claim: Steven Yeun

(photo by Diana Markosian for GQ in 2021)

General Information

Full name: Captain Ander Ho

Nickname: doesn’t have one (Andy, maybe?)

Age: born 72 BBY (he’s Mace Windu’s age)

gender: male

Species: Human (or mostly, anyway)

Planet of Origin: I think Coruscant

City of Birth: Galactic City

Current place of living: his ship, as he is itinerant. Rn his ship is parked at Agricorps Base Camp, Bandomeer. He also spends a fair amount of time at a Service Corps research and supply space station in the outer-mid rim.

Religion: Jedi —though the Agricorps have some of their own beliefs that the Temple Jedi would think are heretical, so they just don’t tell them about it, lol

Mother tongue: Galactic Basic

Dialect: I suppose there is a fair amount of Agricorps specific jargon? otherwise it’s Temple Basic

Job title: Captain of the Jedi Agricorps (which is kind of like a Jedi Master level I guess?)

Relationships: he has a long term/long distance thing going on with a tall, strapping exploracorps guy whose name I seem to have misplaced rn lol (edit: his name is Lt Jan Isto). His face claim is zeeko zaki. they’re possibly aromantic? still deciding

Likes: plants and animals. haha. Good nourishing, simple food made from plants he’s grown. His ship? His slug thrower. His favourite jacket. His lover and his team.

Dislikes: people like Xanatos who destroy planets’ ecosystems for their own selfish gain, and like the hutts who intentionally make environments worse so that even the people who aren’t slaves have to rely on them for infrastructure etc. Slavery, obvs. the way the Temple Jedi treat the corps. Politicians incl the whole senate, who ignore the needs of the many and keep trying to kneecap the jedi corps. the trade federation. the sith who did a lot of damage that still lingers

Either way, he was good with fighting skills, quite a talented flier—esp good at finding his way to hard to get to planets; and he carries blasters and a slug thrower because the galaxy is a rough place, and people will often see Jedi corps as easy pickings for stealing equipment and supplies. In truth, they’re always underfunded and expected to make their supplies stretch; which is why they often have aquaponics set-ups on their ships…

Childhood: He was in Mace’s (also Qui-Gon and Tholme’s too? idk) age group, but not his clan. or maybe he’s Rael’s age? or Feemore’s? still figuring that out. He was one of the ones who aged out, and he chose Agricorps. which surprised a lot of people who would have assumed he’d want to a pilot. Maybe he was even invited to be a Padawan by someone, but he said no because he didn’t like their vibe…still working on the backstory tbh. Maybe he was thinking of leaving the Jedi but someone sat him down and was like…give the Agricorps a few years, get some training, get some skills before you go out into the galaxy alone?’ and he was like ‘that’s not the worst idea I’ve ever heard’ and then he found a place in the Agricorps he actually really liked. another option is maybe he started by going to Exploracorps and then caught sight of some cool Agricorps thing or saw a rewilded planet or something and was like ‘oh’

Teenage years: he was sent away to ‘farm school’, which is a Temple on a moon of a minor mid-rim planet. He was a difficult student on some levels, but found the techniques of the Agricorps to be fascinating, the idea of ecological reclamation very, very cool. He found a teacher who was good at teenage boy wrangling, who saw his interest and helped guide him towards practical teaching over lectures at the Agricorps school, specialising in heavy reclamation work, which he thrived in.

Adulthood: He had a long career of working at outposts such as Bandomeer, where the sociopolitical environment is pretty volatile and dangerous; necessitating any Service Corps workers to be able to handle themselves and protect the personnel and equipment. Many of these places were on the outer rim, and he has had to fight off slavers more than a few times; and has watched the way groups like the Trade Federation and Offworld have been fucking over whole planets for their own gain. Obviously he’s gonna have some opinions about that.

Role Involvement: He is a Captain, so he often is in charge of keeping track of personnel and equipment on an outpost as well as doing the actual reclamation work. People like ____ from the Jedi Apprentice novels are more like the chief Science officer of the project, and they tend to coordinate politically. Ander is more likely to make friends and contacts at the local cantina than the palaces, or whatever building the government meets in (he has incited a few union formations over the years, but that’s another story).

First time mentioned: We Carry the Temple in Our Bones. He has been arrested by Qui Gon Jinn, but a very young Obi-Wan Kenobi has decided he’s the coolest guy in the galaxy.

What is their role: dashing hero; wholesome mentor; he has a different POV than the Coruscant Jedi. not in a ‘the jedi council are wrong and stupid’ way, just in a ‘I am a Jedi that talks to the ground and plants and animals more than I do people’ way. He is Agricorps Obi-Wan Kenobi’s mentor; a cool guy, who a rejected and mid-first adventure thirteen year old Obi-Wan meets upon arriving at Bandomeer who is kind and completely different to everything he was expecting of a ‘farmer’. He’s the person who makes Obi-Wan think, ‘maybe I’m for Agricorps after all…and maybe that could be a good thing?’

For any Obi-Wan who doesn’t end up in Agricorps, Ander is someone Obi-Wan sees only occasionally (and even then it’s mostly over comms), but is always willing to listen and give advice; or when he’s older, some space weed lmao

Pets: hmmmm, he should have a pet. I’m gonna have to think about this one. maybe a verdactyl…?

Physical Characteristics: 1.75 m, golden complexion (esp with the amount of sun he gets), smile lines (also from sun exposure, as well as smiling); eyes that don’t miss a thing, cheekbones like cliff faces, and a smile that is cheeky, when he chooses to show it.

Eye color: brown

Hair color: black

Skin color: golden

Body type: wiry and strong. Uses a huge amount of energy doing physical work and also channeling the Force for hours on end; sometimes performing group rites, which outlay a lot of power, so he doesn’t have much fat on his bones at all. His muscles are the whippy type. Not beefy, but lean and strong, with a surprisingly hard punch that will come from nowhere, and incredible endurance.

Vices: he may or may not partake of a bit of space weed. He may or may not grow it on his ship.

Bad habits: being too friendly with animals that could rip out his jugular

Drink often: socially

Smoke often: recreationally smokes space weed

Good habits: grows his own food so he doesn’t have to rely on ration bars. makes friends with locals.

Clothing style: blue collar. The corps style of dress in my world building has been informed by the blue collar workers around the Coruscant Temple, which in my mind is very informed by Japanese workers. Lots of indigo fabric that is hard wearing, breathable and lasts a long time. Tabi style footwear. They don’t wear tabards, because they would get in the way, and generally not obis either. lots of layers if it’s cold.

Ander is a bit of a cowboy, so he wears an old worn to softness leather vest as one of his layers that was made for him many years ago out of the hide of a feral beast (maybe a rancor?) he had to take down. Somethings some rich fuck was keeping and died so the starving beast broke out and started to bother some local farmers. He donated the animal to a nearby village (who the animal was attacking), but the craftsman skinned it and treated it so they could make him a jacket, as well as some holsters and belts.

Health issues: There might be some injuries that have happened, but the corps work together, so he routinely sees medicorps personel.

Tattoos: maybe…don’t know yet. maybe something cool on his back…still thinking about it.

Piercings: earrings maybe? defs wears his kyber crystal on a chain around his neck. maybe in a cortosis housing or something, or a fiber that is unique to the Agricorps that they treat and knot together as part of the ritual; maybe they get given it when they graduate from farm school or something? could be a sort of ceremony where they give up their desire to be a knight or something. Some Agicorps members still feel to keep their crystal in a saber, but others put it in their necklace, because they’re still bonded to the crystal, so they aren’t just going to get rid of it.

Talents: he’s good at cleansing soil, loosening hard ground, and finding and cleansing water. some of that is deeply esoteric jedi shit and others are hard science. He is also good at keeping a spiritual eye so to speak on how a pretty large area is doing as far as their work goes. Good pilot, brilliant navigator (which was why the council of first knowledge had expected him to ask for exploracorps). Also just a brilliant marksman. He was pretty good with a saber growing up, but has done far better with blasters and his slug thrower (which he won in a bet against a Mando one time lmao)

my drawing/character design: still working on that

thank you @yanderepuck for the use of your character template, it was very useful when I was drawing a complete blank lmao

#my OCs #original character #character sheet #Captain Ander Ho #agricorps #jedi service corps

[ijustdontlikepeople]

🎆The darkest night never felt so bright with you by my side🎆

Outer Space / Carry On Moodboard Requested by @arishemmo

#love me like you did 🥺 #i love this song #need the ono version on Spotify like yesterday #lyric edit #5sos #annies edits #annie.edit #5 seconds of summer #5sosedit #5sosfam #aesthetic #editsos #mb #moodboard #song moodboard #outer space /carry on #osco #os/co #fivesauce #5sos aesthetic #aerie idk why it won’t let me tag u I’m sorry #arishemmo #tw alcohol #food tw

[starry-hughes]

why did i just watch a jamie edit to outer space/carry on

what if i was unstable.

[dawnettsemporium]

STAR WARS TRILOGY SPECIAL EDITION VHS BOX SET 1997 FACTORY SEALED GOLD & BLACK.  DIGITALLY REMASTERED THX.  

Product description:  REALLY GOOD SHAPE VHS TAPES, ALL REWOUND EXCEPT EMPIRE.  SLEEVE OF THE RETURN HAS A RIP TOWARDS THE BOTTOM.  OTHER THAN THAT, THE SLEEVES ARE LIKE NEW.  THE OUTER BOX HAS SOME WEAR--SOME REGULAR CREASING & SCRATCHING.  HOWEVER, RIPPED AT THE TOP OF THE BLACK OUTER CASING (SEE CLOSE UP PICTURES).  GOLD INSERT BOX HAS SOME SMOOSH SCRAPING ON UPPER TOP CORNERS, AS WELL.  THE TAPES THEMSELVES LOOK REALLY, REALLY GOOD.  CLEAN.  I KNOW LONGER HAVE A VCR TO TEST THEM.  IF THEY DON'T PLAY RIGHT I WILL TAKE THEM BACK AS RETURN.  COLLECTORS ITEM.  I HAVE THIS BRAND NEW IN THE ORIGINAL SEALED PACKAGING, LISTED AS WELL.

FREE SHIPPING!  VOLUME PRICING.  THANK YOU!

The Star Wars trilogy had the rare distinction of becoming more than just a series of movies, but a cultural phenomenon, a life-defining event for its generation. On its surface, George Lucas's original 1977 film is a rollicking and humorous space fantasy that owes debts to more influences than one can count on two hands, but filmgoers became entranced by its basic struggle of good vs. evil "a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away," its dazzling special effects, and a mythology of Jedi Knights, the Force, and droids.

In the first film, Luke Skywalker (Mark Hamill) gets to live out every boy's dream: ditch the farm and rescue a princess (Carrie Fisher). Accompanied by the roguish Han Solo (Harrison Ford, the only principal who was able to cross over into stardom) and trained by Jedi master Obi-Wan Kenobi (Alec Guinness), Luke finds himself involved in a galactic war against the Empire and the menacing Darth Vader (David Prowse, voiced by James Earl Jones). The following film, The Empire Strikes Back (1980), takes a darker turn as the tiny rebellion faces an overwhelming onslaught. Directed by Irvin Kershner instead of Lucas, Empire is on the short list of Best Sequels Ever, marked by fantastic settings (the ice planet, the cloud city), the teachings of Yoda, a dash of grown-up romance, and a now-classic "revelation" ending. The final film of the trilogy, Return of the Jedi (1983, directed by Richard Marquand), is the most uneven. While the visual effects had taken quantum leaps over the years, resulting in thrilling speeder chases and space dogfights, the story is an uneasy mix of serious themes (Luke's maturation as a Jedi, the end of the Empire-rebellion showdown) and the cuddly teddy bears known as the Ewoks.  #DAWNETTSEMPORIUM, #BEAUTIFULMERMAIDQUEEN, #SHAUNALYNNSFOOD.

#beautifulmermaidqueen #dawnettsemporium #shaunalynnsfood

[horrormovienewbie]

Before this year I had only watched Killer Klowns from Outer Space and Child’s Play. I figured this was a good way of keeping track of the ones I’ve watched. So far I’ve seen:

Killer Klowns from Outer Space: 10/10

Beautiful

Perfect

Amazing

I love it

The nostalgia 👌

I will defend this movie with my life. I will die on this hill and then continue to haunt it in death.

Child’s Play: 7/10

I watched it when I was like eight and it didn’t scare me at all, but my little brother was terrified at nine. So 🤷‍♂️

Child’s Play 2: 8/10

Loved the shots from Chucky’s POV, beautiful

Could have been better, but it’s a classic so I can forgive it.

Carrie (1976): 6/10

Made me sad, Carrie didn’t deserve ANY of that

Did not scare me at all. But not bad.

The Rage: Carre 2: 4/10

Sucked

I like parallels as much as the next guy, but come on. At this point it can barely be considered it’s own movie

The Nun: 8/10

Scared me a little

The beginning was sooo boring

Also, really? Maurice? Maurice? That’s what you went with? No. Just no.

The Lodge: 3/10

I could not tell you what this movie was about

It was terrible, I hated it, wtf was even going on

Confusing

I like my movies to have a villain, ⚠️SPOILER ⚠️ everyone was the villain except the dad (and the dog, poor puppy), I didn’t like that

Saw: 10/10

Got those bits of gore I like

LOVED THE ENDING, BEAUTIFUL

The Thing: 7/10 (if my brother asks I rated this 10/10)

Good, but not scary

The monster was disgusting! I loved it!

Dawn of the Dead (2004): 6/10

Answered some questions I feel like we all had about zombies

Kinda boring if I’m being honest

A Quiet Place: 8/10

It takes guts to kill off a kid right away. I respect it.

Loved the use of ASL

The Ring: 9/10

This genuinely scared me.

I watched it with my brother and made fun of it the whole time and was still scared.

The room was completely illuminated. It was like noon. I was still scared.

Beautiful movie, LOVED THE ENDING

My only issue was the weird jealousy thing with the other woman. It gave me weird vibes and I didn’t like.

Edit: I forgot two.

Don’t Worry Darling: 7/10

Teeny twinge of fear but not enough. I need more.

The acting was AMAZING. Love Florence Pugh.

Old: 6/10

I don’t really know why I watched this if I’m being honest

Not bad, but didn’t scare me

Rufus Sewell (Charles) did a good job. His acting was pretty good. The paranoia was VERY clear. So good on him.

#horror #horror movies #thrillers #movies

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(originally posted @ Page and Panel on wordpress)

For my first post on my new attempt to ~have a blog~ I am reposting an old entry into my failed wordpress blog. My attempt to read Marvel Comics start to finish is something I am hoping to get back to in the near future. I have edited this and reformatted it for tumblr so hopefully it's not too much of a nightmare to look at but it is WAY too long.

Why in the world would anyone attempt to read more than half a century of comics? I’m fascinated by the concept of an ongoing continuity and how different writers and artists interpret characters. And the fact that so many hands have touched this project with so many different interests and priorities and yet it continues on as a cohesive (a term we’ll use loosely) and linear story is actually really cool. 

There’s a lot of interesting stuff going on here so I’m going to try to write about it at regular intervals that are sometimes strategic and sometimes completely arbitrary. The first chapter of Page Main Lines Sixty Years of Marvel Comics (more clever name tbd, probably) covers the first three years of the Marvel Comics Universe designated 616. This is the main universe that has been ongoing from 1961 to every Wednesday until the world ends, probably.

Just to establish some parameters for what this project is, I’m reading Marvel Comics chronologically starting with the Silver Age, launched by Fantastic Four #1 in 1961 written by Stan Lee and drawn by Jack Kirby. There are some ongoing anthology titles carrying over from the pre-616 era that I’ll be picking up here as well because they introduce key players in the Marvel Universe (specifically Spider-Man, Ant-Man, and Thor). The Golden Age doesn’t really interest me all that much beyond its history and the characters that get carried over to the new continuity (Captain America and Namor the Submariner, most famously). And while I’m trying to read everything, I did make a decision early on to skip out on Strange Tales because I don’t really care about Johnny Storm’s solo adventures. 

The format of these posts, like everything else I throw up on this blog is subject to change forever and ever. But for now, I think book by book and then covering some broad themes/connections at the end is the easiest way to tackle this.

We begin, like most stories begin, with a family of four on a trip to outer space...

Fantastic Four

Written by Stan Lee and drawn by Jack Kirby, as all Marvel Books were at the time, Fantastic Four #1 starts off in media res and we are introduced to our heroes as they drop whatever mundane activities they are doing as civilians and respond to the impending thread of Mole Man.

As each member makes their way to the scene, Stan Lee takes a step back to give us a classic origin story that is BEYOND bonkers: Reed Richards is the most brilliant scientist in the world and he absolutely must break into a government facility to fly a rocket into space. He is accompanied by his college roommate, Ben Grimm, his childhood sweetheart, Sue Storm, and her little brother, Johnny Storm. Ben, like anyone hearing this plan obviously thinks it’s stupid and crazy. But Sue Storm is quick to remind him that they, four regular civilians with no real training, absolutely have to do this because if they don’t then the Commies will win the Space Race. Because it truly wouldn’t the 60’s without some good, good anti-communist propaganda. So much more on that to come later.

They make it, miraculously. But cosmic space rays have given each of them incredible powers. Reed is stretchy, Sue is invisible (oh the metaphor), Johnny is on fire, and Ben…

Thanks for that little nugget of a plot line. Ben actually resents Reed because he has a thing for Sue. That will go in a lot of different directions and definitely has more teeth than the time that Professor X had a thought bubble about being in love with Jean Grey, his student, that never gets mentioned again (until it does, unfortunately). But let’s put a pin in that and red string it later.

With the flashback over, our heroes arrive on Monster Isle to find Mole Man who is responsible for several cave-ins across the world. His plan is to unleash his monsters on the world to get revenge on women who weren’t interested in him. Mole Man: confirmed Incel. The Fantastic Four easily defeat Mole Man by sealing him inside a mountain and straight up killing him. I guess. Reed eulogizes their first on page enemy by saying “It’s best that way! There was no place for him in our world…” right in front of his rock monster best friend. Tough look Reed…

Fantastic Four #2 introduces a foe that made their on screen debut in the Captain Marvel movie: The Skrulls! I love Skrulls and truly didn’t realize that they showed up this early in continuity. In part 1, our heroes are engaging in some distinctly unheroic behavior. The Thing attacks an oil rig, Invisible Girl does a jewel heist, Mister Fantastic messes up an energy plant, and The Human Torch melts a statue made of marble. And I know I’m expecting too much from a comic in which four people take a family trip to space and come back with super powers, but it’s important to me that everyone knows that marble is heat resistant and doesn’t melt. The world, who apparently all know that the Fantastic Four exist and are totally cool with them, freak out. Are New York’s favorite heroes breaking bad!? Nah. It’s just shapeshifting aliens attempting to ruin the reputation of the only people on Earth who can stop their invasion.

The US Army, ignorant to a large scale alien invasion, is called in to deal with the threat the Fantastic Four pose. Our heroes hide out in an isolated cabin to regroup and figure out what to do. But the military surrounds them and takes them in.

Each member is put in a cell specifically designed to withstand their powers. Which seems silly because if you put an invisible woman in a regular cell, she’s still there even if she’s invisible. But whatever. This also the first appearance of Asbestos in the Marvel Universe. And if you think that’s a dumb thing to notice, you clearly didn’t grow up in the 90s, seeing commercials for Asbestos lawsuits on every single tv show. I know this stuff was in regular use in the 60s but I seriously hope Johnny was able to get in on some of those pay outs because it’s really his biggest foe in the early FF comics.

Once they break out, the team regroup to plot against the unknown foes turning the world against them. They send Johnny to sabotage a rocket launch in order to draw them out. When Skrulls disguised as Sue and Reed pick up the real Johnny instead of a Skrull, the jig is up. The Fantastic Four take the Skrulls prisoner and Reed, expert level spaceship driver, steals their rocket to travel up into space where the invading Skrull army is waiting. Reed, pretending to be a Skrull, passes off images from Marvel Comics horror/monster books Strange Tales and Journey into Mystery as real photos from Earth. He convinces the Skrull leader that Earth is simply too dangerous to invade and volunteers to stay behind.

As the rocket re-enters earths Atmosphere, they pass through more cosmic waves. This turns The Thing back into regular old Ben Grimm. But, because Ben will never catch a W, he’s a rock monster again before the spaceship lands. It’s not easy being Grimm.

Back on earth, the question remains as to what to do with the remaining three Skrulls that Reed has taken prisoner. In another “though look my guy, Reed” moment, he decides that the only option they have to deal with aliens who can literally turn into anyone or anything is to force them to turn themselves into cows. Reed then hypnotizes the Skrull Cows into thinking they are real cows. Which is pretty fucked up and Reed should probably be considered a war criminal at this point, literally two comics in. But don’t worry. I’m sure there will absolutely never be any consequences for his actions. (Just kidding, this will be one of the catalysts for Secret Invasion in 2005. One of these Skrulls is the Emperor Skrull’s son.)

While FF #2 gave us one of Marvel’s most prominent Alien Invaders, Fantastic Four #3 is a much slower issue that doesn’t bring in much of anything. We open with our team taking in a stage show. They’re here to see the Miracle Man who promptly recognizes them and begins heckling them from stage. At this point, the Fantastic Four are basically celebrities. Though, we’re going to back track on that in a few issues, I think. He challenges The Thing to a test of their strength, which the Thing promptly loses. On their way home from the show, Reed talks about how lucky they are that Miracle Man is not a super villain. Which… you know…

Really, there isn’t a lot that happens in the A-Plot of this issue. Miracle Man brings the monster to life, they rob a jewelry store, and then the team defeats him and everything is fine. What is way more interesting happens between the Miracle Man problem. The B-Plot of this issue is rife with conflict between the members of the Fantastic Four.

This issue isn’t the first time we see the role Sue gets shunted into as the caretaker of the boys on the team. But it is the first time she names it herself. While later interpretations of Sue will have her displaying a lot more power, right now she’s written as the mom of the team. She is the one who sews the team’s infamous costumes that, even today, have barely changed. Though, given that she made them with a material that Reed has coined “unstable molecules,” it seems she’s a perfectly capable scientist as well. Though, we’ll rarely see this aspect of her. There’s only room enough on the team for one Smartest Man in the World.

We also see tensions rise between Ben Grimm and the rest of the team. He has been a volatile figure since day one, prone to outbursts of anger and violence. It’s still unclear as to whether or not this is his pre-rock monster personality. It may also be a side effect of his powers or, justifiably, anger at being the only member of the team to get turned into a rock monster.

But anyway, Fantastic Four #4 is a much more interesting issue with one major and very precious addition to continuity:

Kidding. But this is a bit that I find absolutely hilarious. Actually, the issue opens with Johnny quitting the team after an argument. The three remaining members split up to search for him. Ben is the one who finds him working on hot rods with his friends at a garage. And, because Ben doesn’t have a gentle touch when it comes to Johnny, property damage ensues.

Thankfully before he can actually hurt Johnny, Ben suddenly changes back to his human form. It only lasts like two seconds because Stan Lee loves to torture Ben apparently.

So he’s back to his rocky self in no time. It’s actually pretty in the tragedy of getting to see him constantly being given these moments of hope, only to have them snatched away seconds later. No wonder he’s so angry all the time. But this does give Johnny a chance to escape.

Because he can’t go home, he seeks a bed for the night at what looks like a halfway house or a youth hostel in the Bowrey. Once he has secured a bed for the night, he settles in to read an old comic about the iconic 1940’s Timely Comics hero, The Sub-Mariner. When another patron notices what he’s reading, he points to a disheveled man who claims to be as strong as The Sub-Mariner. And this enters one of the absolute greatest characters in all of Marvel Canon. Just as soon as Johnny gives him a haircut with fire.

The King of Abs-Lantis has arrived and I already love him. But also, the burnt hair smell in that hostel right now… 🤢 Even though Johnny recognizes him, The Sub-Mariner himself does not seem to remember who he is. So, Johnny takes him to the ocean and basically tosses him in. Once in the water, the Sub-Mariner remembers who he is and returns to his home of Atlantis only to find it in ruins. It has been destroyed by atomic weapons testing.

When The Sub-Mariner returns to land, he informs Johnny that he will avenge his home by destroying the human race. Now, Johnny is smart enough to know that this is obviously a problem worthy of getting the team back together. He sends up a flare for the others to find him and while they’re en route, The Mariner summons the “largest living creature in the world” using the Horn of Proteus. Oh, and the monster’s name is Giganto, which is objectively hilarious.

While New York is evacuated and the army attempts to take down the monster, Ben comes up with a fool proof and probably technically impossible plan. With a nuclear bomb strapped to his back, he launches himself into the mouth of the beast. Never mind that nuclear weapons are what got us into this mess in the first place, but okay.

Ben does, miraculously, manage to escape very certain death. With his monster defeated, The Mariner threatens to summon more creatures with the Horn of Proteus, but an invisible Sue Storm sneaks up behind him and steals it. The Mariner tackles her and tells her if she will become his bride he won’t destroy humanity. Sue agrees, reluctantly-ish. But Johnny saves the day with a fire tornado that plunges the Mariner back to the bottom of the ocean. Leaving everyone who is in love with Sue a little confused about where they stand with her, and Sue a little Hot of Mariner. Understandable, Sue. I get it. The Mariner vows to return and he definitely will.

Tales to Astonish

Tales to Astonish #27 is the first appearance and origin story of Henry Pym AKA Ant-Man. The issue opens with Henry making an incredible discovery. He shrinks a chair with a miniaturizing serum and grows it back to normal size with an enlarging serum. Unfortunately, the rest of the scientific community is less impressed with Henry’s experiments.

Fueled by his need to stick it to his haters, Henry tests his serum on himself. Thankfully, it works instead of eating through his skin like acid or something and Henry shrinks himself down to the size of a… you guessed it! An ant! What he doesn’t plan for is leaving the enlarging serum out of reach. The rest of the issue becomes a quest to turn himself back into normal size. As he tries to get to the serum, he is chased by ants into an ant hill where he gets stuck in honey. Which… makes sense. Sure.

He is fortunate enough to befriend one ant willing to help him. Henry is surprised when it works to pull him free from the honey and let him go. But he also torches the ant hill so I guess fuck that ant.

When Henry finally manages to get to his enlarging serum he is so shaken by the experience that he decides that his creation is too dangerous for man kind. He then pours it down the drain. Just because it’s too dangerous for man kind doesn’t mean it’s too dangerous to dispose of properly. And now the Marvel universe is overrun by enlarged bacteria from Henry’s kitchen sink. But as long as he lives, he will never forget the ant who saved his life. Even though he totally burned down that ant’s house. Which especially sucks because I doubt ants have homeowners insurance or anything to cover fire damage.

The Incredible Hulk

And the last issue I want to hit in this first installment is Incredible Hulk #1 because I think it establishes an interesting pattern with our first three protagonists of early marvel comics.

This had been advertised in the previous FF book with “Who is the Hulk?” Printed in the margins of the story, which I think is a pretty cool way to drum up interest for the book. The first run of The Incredible Hulk only lasts 6 issues. But it’s some of Jack Kirby’s best work.

This one, like Tales to Astonish, is a straight up origin story for Bruce Banner and the Hulk. If you’re familiar with Hulk through the movies, this is going to be a story that is familiar in all but one key difference.

On a military base, Bruce Banner is getting ready to test his invention, the Gamma bomb. Bruce fits in along side Reed Richards and Henry Pym in the Smartest Man In The World category. He is also kind of an asshole with little regard to what others in his community have to say about his work. In fact, he has refused to share his work with his colleagues and doesn’t want them to check his work. Seems like a dick move to me.

There’s actually a lot going on here in terms of toxic masculinity. We also have Thunderbolt Ross who doesn’t understand science or anyone who isn’t punching things 24/7 and all he really ever does is yell and tell his daughter to stay out of “man talk!”

Once everyone is done yelling, it’s time to test the bomb. Bruce takes one last look at it just in time to see a wayward teen, Rick Jones, driving through the test field. Bruce chases after him, because it’s perfectly reasonable to assume that he will not only catch a Jeep on foot, but he’ll also be able to do so before the bomb detonates. At least the last part wouldn’t have been a problem if he hadn’t pissed Igor off. Before running after the boy, Bruce tells him to shut down the countdown and Igor casually decides not to. And while Bruce does manage to save the kid, he gets caught in the Gamma explosion.

Hours later, Bruce wakes up at the base where he stays, being monitored for any symptoms caused by the explosion. That night, while Rick watches Bruce, he transforms into a giant Grey monster and breaks out of the base. This is where the origin deviates from what is mostly considered canon at this point. The Hulk isn’t triggered by rage or heightened emotion. Instead, he just comes out at night. Essentially, Bruce Banner is a nuclear powered werewolf.

The monster sneaks (which seems unlikely since he’s a big monster, but who knows) through the base, followed by Rick Jones. He makes his way to Bruce Banner’s cabin, where they find Igor rummaging through Bruce’s stuff. Igor shoots at The Hulk with no effect except to piss him off even more. Finally, Bruce picks up Igor and slams him down into the table where all of his research is scattered. The absolute best part of this is we learn where Bruce hides all of his research and proprietary secrets. Pages labeled “Top Secret Report on Gamma Ray Bomb” are tapped to the bottom of a beaker. Come on my guy. Buy a safe.

When the Hulk finds a picture of Bruce in the cabin, he is appalled to see such a weak creature until Rick reminds him that he is that weak creature. I don’t think triggering an existential crisis is the best way to defeat a radioactive werewolf, but I’ve also never had to calm one down after a rampage, so who am I to judge?

Eventually, the sun comes up and The Hulk is returned his normal Bruce Banner shape just in time for soldiers to storm his cabin, demand to know where the Hulk is and take Igor and the Top Secret Gamma report away. Betty hangs back to apologize, once again, on behalf of her father and suggest that he see a doctor. To which Bruce replies, “Baby, I am a doctor.” Okay, no he doesn’t. But we do get a fun snide commentary from Rick who has no time for Betty’s crush. Bruce tells Betty he’ll call her but also tells Rick that he’s afraid that the will never escape becoming The Hulk.

Meanwhile, Igor has been taken into custody. In his cell, he uses a transmitter embedded in his fingernail to contact the Soviet scientist known as The Gargoyle. Not a great look for the Soviets to have given him that name based on his facial deformities, but what do we really expect? The Gargoyle makes his way to the states via submarine.

Back over in the A-Plot, Bruce and Rick are experimenting with ways to manage the Hulk for the time being. They drive the Jeep out into the desert before nightfall to get him away from the base before he changes again. After a run in with Betty that causes her to faint, the Gargoyle shows up. He shoots The Hulk and Ross with bullets filled with drugs that basically allow The Gargoyle to control their actions. They follow him onto a sub and head back to the USSR but on the rip, sun comes up and Hulk turns back into Bruce Banner.

When The Gargoyle finds him, he begins to sob, saying he wants to be a man and not a monster too. Bruce treats him with radiation which makes him look normal but also takes away his super intelligence. I guess that’s a trade off. Once he’s “cured” Gargoyle reveals that he has hella daddy issues and with the new realization that he has been used by the USSR, he basically renounces the Soviet efforts. Finally, he puts Bruce and Rick on a rocket headed for the US and blows his base up in a final act of defiance.

There's a lot to unpack here...

It’s actually kind of impressive to revisit comics I read as a teenager and thought very little of at the time and come away from them with a lot to chew on. There are a lot of interesting themes here with regard to how the comics interact with real world ideas and politics.

Communism, The Cold War, The Atomic Age, Vietnam

So, these comics are coming out in 61 and 62. The Cold War is in full swing, America is a few years out from entering Vietnam, and a few months prior to the release of Fantastic Four #1, the first man went to space. So much of what what we see happening on the page are consequences of that political climate just as so much of what our characters go through relate back to that central unease. Science was advancing at a more rapid pace than ever before and citizens were being warned of the constant threat that communism posed on their way of life.

There is also A LOT of anti-communist propaganda in the first decade of Marvel comics. Here, we’ve only seen it so far with the Fantastic Four needing to go to space to beat the “commies” and the Igor’s attempts to be the worlds worst double agent. We’ll see a lot more of that once we get to Journey into Mystery, because somehow the book about Norse Gods got turned into the most deliberate and most obvious anti-commie book for a while.

Science and Intelligence as it relates to Toxic Ego and Fragile Masculinity

It’s not a mistake that our three “main characters” so far are Reed Richards, Henry Pym, and Bruce Banner. All brilliant men of science who are exploring new technology in their own ways. The contrast between how Reed is treated, versus Henry and Bruce is fascinating. Reed and his contributions to science, as well as his powers have made him a celebrity. He is celebrated by his fans and his family and is all around viewed as a good guy (despite the fact that he turned three autonomous beings into cows). On the other hand, Pym and Banner are belittled. Pym is belittled by his colleagues who think his theories and his studies are outlandish and impossible. Banner is surrounded by military men who value brute strength over science. Thunderbolt Ross will constantly diminish Bruce as less of a man because he’s smart rather than strong.

The most fascinating part of this, to me, is knowing what becomes of Hank Pym in the future. Jumping ahead a little bit, his reputation in the universe and among fans will be forever tarnished by how he treats his future wife, Janet Van Dyne. In a sequence of events in a 1980s issue of the Avengers, Hank appears to strike Janet across the face. This has been, rightfully, called out as an act of domestic abuse by fans and has utterly ruined Hank’s reputation as a character. At the time, and in future incidents, the creators of that moment have discussed how they had never intended it to be viewed that way. But, even now in his first appearance, you can see the groundwork of a volatile man with a fragile ego and it’s not that much of a leap to see this man committing domestic assault.

Women as Caretakers and House Mothers

Right now, the only woman we see with any regularity is Susan storm. And we see her slotted into that mother role with the rest of the team. She is their caretaker, their costume maker, and the object of two members’ affection. This does not really improve until much later. For now, we have a woman doing woman’s work and not much else.

The only other woman we have to compare her to is Betty Ross. For the first six issues of Hulk, she is less a character and more of a background object. A full table lamp of a person, much like the earliest version of Jane Foster, who we’ll soon meet in Journey into Mystery.

‘Nuff Said!

And that wraps up the first six issues of Marvel continuity. It literally took me two months to write this post so who knows when I’ll cover the next few issues? But if you’re interested in something I update more frequently check out this twitter account I made to clean all the screencapped panels out of my camera roll: @616caps.

I’ll leave you with this incredible cutaway of the Fantastic Four’s HQ because who doesn’t love a cutaway!

#marvel comics #the marvel method

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[ahonice]

ok song rec time (ITS BEEN A MINUTE)

but this time its songs that im pissed went viral on tiktok, i am a proud gatekeeper.

ONE OF THE BEST MODERN DAY LOVE SONGS and tiktok had to ruin it. (i do have a guilty pleasure edit with this song as the audio tho)

literally why. this song has been my number one most listened to song since i discovered it in seventh grade, SEVEN YEARS AGO. i average at about 400 listens per year (its my favorite song dont judge) and when it went viral i wanted to die.

i dont even have words for this one. just pisses me off to no extent.

if you found this song off tiktok do me a favor and never speak again.

#ahonice speaks #i get violent when someone brings these songs up