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agentnico · 1 month

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Late Night with the Devil (2024) review

Nothing beats retro 70’s demonic haunting. It was a simpler time…

Plot: Johnny Carson rival Jack Delroy hosts a syndicated talk show ‘Night Owls’ that has long been a trusted companion to insomniacs around the country. However, ratings for the show have plummeted since the tragic death of Jack's beloved wife. Desperate to turn his fortunes around, on October 31st, 1977, Jack plans a Halloween special like no other- unaware he is about to unleash evil into the living rooms of America.

Ladies and gentlemen, please do not adjust your television sets, for there is a new found-footage horror film in town from the indy circuit, and it might just breath the right amount of fresh air into an oversaturated genre. Personally I’ve never been a major fan of found-footage. I hear folks raving about the original Blair Witch Project yet all I watched was a bunch of guys running around the woods screaming endlessly for no reason. Additionally the shaky-cam element can be so dizzying and sickly that I truly end up questioning the entertainment value of it all. There are exceptions to the rule of course. 2008’s science fiction invasion popcorn flick Cloverfield was tons of fun, as it provided a genuine experience of what it would be like if you were thrown right into the middle of monster attack in the millennial age. There are also some genuine scares and the found footage format worked really well with the film’s themes. I too enjoyed the 2020 black comedy Spree, where Joe Keery’s driver goes on a murder spree whilst constantly filming himself in hopes of becoming a viral sensation. It may not be a five-star ride, but it earns its tip for being a well crafted and inspired effort. To be fair, The Visit from M. Night Shyamalamadingdong was enjoyable piece of horror involving creepy grandparents. Okay, maybe I do enjoy found-footage flicks, but as long as they are decently made and that format style supports the narrative in a cohesive and advantageous way.

With Late Night with the Devil, ideologies of faith and the paranormal are challenged through the lens of the late-night TV format. Think how the 1976 Network analysed the corruption of the television industry, and how the camera can influence the politics and beliefs of those watching, Late Night with the Devil does the same but with the supernatural. Presented as a rediscovered master tape of a notorious Halloween late night special, it feels like we’re watching an actual talk show in real time, and the 70’s inspiration is in full display here from the grainy monitor display to the costumers to the special effects. It truly feels like we’re looking into a time capsule of the past, and that this all really happened. Again, found-footage as a filmmaking style works when it serves the purpose of the narrative, which in this case it does. It is a shame then that the movie in its finale loses the found-footage element and instead opts for the shock value by showcasing a dream-like vision of one of the characters. Granted at the time of watching the ending it did give me a “what the fuck” reaction that the movie was going for, but looking back this sequence did hinder what otherwise was a fantastic piece of creepy unique horror.

Performances across the entire cast were great and really dedicated. Wonderful to see David Dastmalchian finally get a leading role, as he’s always been a stand-out supporting performer, whether he was polka-dotting in The Suicide Squad, or stealing the comedic limelight from Paul Rudd in the Ant-Man movies, or being a haunting presence in every Denis Villeneuve epic. Dastmalchian is a true scene stealer, and at age 48 it is shocking that only now he finally gets a lead role. Regardless he is fantastic as Jack Delroy, as he balances the charming charisma of a late-night talk show host whilst also showcases the inner demons of this character, still mourning the recent death of his wife, as well as his eagerness to become relevant again after consistently losing ratings. From the quivers in his voice to the fear in his eyes, this is a really juicy showcasing role for Dastmalchian and one that is sure to be a memorable one when looking back on the actor’s rich filmography. Ingrid Torelli as Lilly the possessed survivor of a Satanic cult was truly creepy and unnerving. From her voice changes to her awkward movements, she truly felt unnatural, or dare I say supernatural, and her strangeness was at times even comical, but also really uncomfortable. Ian Bliss as Carmichael Hunt, a paranormal sceptic, too gave a powerhouse performance, delivering lines with prowess and was a truly commanding presence. Rhys Auteri rounds up the cast as Gus the announcer of Jack’s late night show, acting very befit of, say, a Higgins for Jimmy Fallon or a Guillermo for Jimmy Kimmel. He very much embraced the role as Dastmalchian’s side-kick and provided some solid light-hearted comedy to the proceedings.

Late Night with the Devil is a true delight for horror enthusiasts, with some great use of old-school practical effects evidently inspired by 1982’s The Thing, solid sound design that harkened back to that era of television, and enough unsettling moments of suspense to entertain and shock. Minus a couple of cheap electrical sparks there isn’t any CGI used which is refreshing, and overall visually the retro element was truly delightful. Again, the ending does scratch some heads, but overall this is a refreshing piece of campy horror, with a showcasing performance from Dastmalchian. In this you can truly put your faith on.

Overall score: 7/10

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silk-and-web · 4 months

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[Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League spoilers]

In light of the recent leaks, I find it interesting how...

...the cultural reaction to grimdark media has changed in the past ten years. In the early 2010s, a game about villains brutalizing and desecrating the Justice League would have hit hard. It was the height of dark AUs of children's media ranging from creepypastas to gritty AUs to bloody fan comics. You couldn't enter fandom spaces without being inundated with the stuff. People (mostly young teens) could not get enough of dark fics.

Nowadays, people just seem tired. A lot are outright stating they just don't want to see the heroes treated like that, a sentiment that would have gotten you mocked back then. It reminds me of an AO3 poll from a few years ago that showed 2016 was the first year that new comfort fics outnumbered new dark fics. I think the generation that once loved that type of content now turn to fiction as an escape from growing older in a harsher world.

#suicide squard spoilers #suicide squad kill the justice league

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finniestoncrane · 8 months

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I'm here for a blind date I'm genderfluid (afab if you're wondering. I apparently give off Boy Vibes™)

I love dinosaurs (some of my favorites include Archaeopteryx, Australovenator, and Baryonyx, Minmi, Oviraptor, and Yi qi) comic books (mostly Suicide Squad but you already know that by now), and I'm trying to get into cars because I want to be an automechanic, since my grades weren't good enough for paleontology and I suck at art. College wasn't right for me and being an automechanic is probably like... A trade school thing, right? I also like Transformers. I got a mullet at one point, but it grew out a bit lol. I'm kinda clumsy, which is pretty evident since my glasses keep breaking lol. Not like I can afford new ones so I guess I'm using duck tape and super glue to keep the frames in... 2 pieces I guess. I guess it's just duck tape keeping the ear things on. I really got into old monster movies in Middle School because of a book called the encyclopedia of monsters. From like... The really old ones like The Blob That Ate Everything to the ones from to the slightly more recent ones but they're still decades old, like the Alien Franchise. Not too big of a fan of regular (?) horror movies. Technically I haven't seen most of the alien movies, but I really liked Alien VS Predator so I think that counts enough. I know I've already told you this but I fell down a YouTube rabbit hole of wilderness survival and eventually wound up finding a channel about boomerangs and the occasional Australian wildlife video (there's one titled Kangaroo Maggots. He finds a kangaroo corpse at the side of the road and maggots are inside of it. Really fucking gross. 0/10. Do not recommend if you hate maggots. Don't know why I watched that specific video honestly, but all the rest are good). Which lead me to another channel about Australian animals. I'm American and idk how tf I got from how to cook a cactus to watching a video on dingoes. I play a lot of simulator games. Like... If you look at my steam library it's like... 99% simulator games, the Batman: Arkham Series, and then a hunting game for some reason. And even then I think that's a hunting simulator come to think about it. Don't know why I like Simulator Games, I just do. Wait... Does the Arkham series count as simulator games? Like... Are they technically Batman simulators. I love reptiles and rats, but I fucking hate spiders. Need an Australian Man™ to help me if a spider is near lol. You know wow I'm talking about here I tend to get overexcited when myself or others are talking about stuff I'm interested in. I go on long tangents about stuff I like. I'm kind of a nerd when it comes to my semi-niche interests. I do enjoy listening to people go on their own tangents about things they like too though.

It's also quite apparent I have a thing for weird and/or disgusting fictional men ( my taste in women is better I swear. (Will fall for any tall woman who even looks in my direction. Which isn't saying much cuz I'm 4'10¾") )

💜 blind date 💜 the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: hi please come in and distract this idiot, quickly, quicker, HURRY 💚

"Hi, uh-huh, welcome to the Vill-Inn. Can I just... sit you down as quickly as possible? If your date asks any of us if we want to see his big, curvy weapon one more time, we are going to escort him from the premises. Good luck!"

The moment you sit down at your table, after being rushed over by the waitstaff, you're met with a wide and mischievous grin, a signature smile from a man you recognise.

"I go by many names. Captain Boomerang, George, Digger. But you can call me daddy, if you like."

You screw your face up a bit, trying to pretend like that line didn't get you, and he's quick to try and win you over.

"I'm joking, love! Lighten up, it's a blind date, it's supposed to be fun!"

At least he's quick to... not apologise for his jokes, but to try and recover from them. And he's also surprisingly interested in you, and in getting to know you. Although, you fear it's just so he can make more risque jokes.

"Ah, mechanics. So... you're good with your hands then? You wear one of them little overall things? With anything underneath?"

The loud laugh he lets out at the end of his remarks are so endearing though, they make his lewd comments almost charming. Which you're unsurprised by, given your specific taste in men. He's perfectly strange and definitely a little bit gross, just how you like them.

He comments on your glasses, mentioning that you seem like someone who is a creative problem solver. A comment that feels like a proper compliment, not just a segue into another flirtatious remark. And it feels like he's dialing down on that the more he gets to know you. he talks to you about horror films for twenty minutes without saying anything lewd or crude. It's almost like it's a defense mechanism he uses to keep a distance, to maintain his facade.

In fact, he barely says anything at all when you're telling him about your preference for classic horror, and what video games you're interested in. Almost like he's enjoying learning about you. Almost like he can forego his usual ridiculously brazen behaviour around you. And you're more than happy to return the favour when he gets excited about boomerangs. Your fault for mentioning them.

"Yeah, you can learn a lot from a video online about surviving in the outback, but if you're ever looking for private tutoring, I'm your man."

He winks with this statement, but you can tell there's sincerity behind the offer. The fact that you're willing to listen politely, and that you seem interested in him when he's talking about subjects that are so personal to him, makes him feel very at home around you. And you're warming up to him, to the point where you can make some jokes too. I mean, no harm in joking about inviting him round to your place to get rid of some scary spiders, since he's Australian Outback Extroardinaire.

"Listen, for you, I can let myself be more of a hero than anti-hero for a change. Show me the little buggers and I'll have your house spider free in no time."

He winks again, and you're so fond of it that you can't help but imagine a life of being winked at across tables. A strange, happily ever after.

#finnie writes #finnie1500 #long post

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slothnamedpariah · 14 days

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This will be my first official post, so this is my OC for ‘Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League’. Her name is Decibella, a meta human who has electric and sound capabilities. I’ve also been dabbling in some writing something with her as well, so there will be plans for a fan fiction coming out soon.

#My Art #oc art #ssktjl #suicide squad kill the Justice League

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two-thrones · 8 days

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ɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜɴ

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ(ꜱ) ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ?

(CANON MUSES) - I'll only speak on my PoP muses here since this account was tagged. And honestly, from the moment I first played Sands of Time, I knew it would be a permanent and prominent fixture. I can't tell you why it resonated with me the way it did, but here we are: some 20 years, one PoP-themed tattoo, and a soon-to-be 4-year-old fan blog later. Zeke is such a solid balance of traits (both good and bad), Xenres is ridiculously fun to write for, and Malik's more lawful good nature intrigues me. (OCs) - In the early days (and only with one particular friend), I used to write for a lot more than I do now. I have a couple who've stuck with me over the years, and I'll occasionally use them for games with character creators, but I don't have blogs for any of them, even outside of the hub account. However, I have mad respect for OCs and adore getting to write opposite them.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ?

Frankly, there aren't many things I don't permit in fiction. Fiction ≠ condoning something IRL. That being said, though, I do have a negative interest in non-con and everything in that general neighborhood— PWP, sex pollen, omegaverse, and so on. Sex is fine, and fluff is okay, but I'd prefer it not to dominate the story.

ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ?

Regarding genres, I enjoy grittier, darker stories the most, with a little room for levity on the side but a more serious tone overall. Fantasy elements, earlier periods, and post-apocalyptic settings in this vein are also great. In more vague terms, I love developing character dynamics and working on involved, plotted threads.

ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ?

When it isn't pure divine intervention, it's often music and only sometimes media. I'm sure there's nothing revolutionary about this.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ?

I haven't been able to listen to music and write for years. The closest I come these days is if I can't escape outside commotion, I'll throw in some earbuds and crank up the brown noise.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴘʟɪᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇᴍ?

Due to time restraints, I plan whether I want to or not. If I can manage, I'll sit down and reply right after I read something, but I usually end up thinking about it at work during the week.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ꜱʜɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ?

Most certainly, but it has to happen naturally, and a slow burn is a must. Otherwise, I'm open to more one-sided relationships (on either end) if that's how things develop. Trying to force anything in writing is a big turn-off for me.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ/ɴᴀᴍᴇ?

Giffie.

ᴀɢᴇ?

21+

ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ?

January 16th.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ(ꜱ)?

Green, black, gray, white.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢ(ꜱ)?

Most (but not all) things by either Rob Zombie or Powerman 5000. I don't care if that's a cop-out; I can't pick just one.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Either Spaceman (2024) or The Suicide Squad (2021), I can't remember which now.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ?

Bigtop Burger (first & second season) by Worthikids on YouTube. Do recommend.

ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪꜱᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ?

Ainsi Bas La Vida by Indila (slowed + reverb)

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴅ?

Sushi, hands down. Generally, most things seafood. A close second (and considerably easier to obtain) might have to be a nice grilled cheese sandwich.

ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ?

It used to be winter, and then I moved to a place where it's winter 8 months out of 12, so now it's autumn. Unfortunately, autumn doesn't really exist here, but it's always with me in spirit.

ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ?

Not to be a golden retriever on main, but I sincerely treasure each and every one of you here who takes the time to write and/or chat with me despite how painfully slow I can be. Like it or not, if we're mutuals, I consider us friends and care for you dearly. :)

Tagged by: @origami-assassin (thank you)! Tagging: anybody who wants to do it, I'd certainly be interested in reading.

#mental realm; OOC

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junebugwriter · 5 months

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The Case for Blue Beetle

A hero for the rest of us

Jaime Reyes has a lot on his shoulders.

It’s an awkward place he’s been put in, by multiple factors. He stands amidst a rebooted universe, the vanguard in a world defined by the legacy of the big-name heroes that have come before him. Superman. Wonder Woman. Batman. The Flash. Aquaman. Cyborg. All of them have had their name in big marquee lights, and the first go at a cohesive DC film universe... failed. It’s not for lack of effort. Zack Snyder is as high effort as it gets. I really loved both Wonder Woman movies (YES EVEN WONDER WOMAN 1984, DON’T @ ME). But... it’s a universe that stumbled as soon as it was born. Man of Steel was a fine first outing, albeit with creative decisions that I didn’t really gibe with. However, Batman V. Superman: Dawn of Justice was a colossal failure in almost every respect (and source of much personal anguish, but that’s a post for another day). Following that has been hit or miss, and the less said about David Ayers’ Suicide Squad, the better. But since The Flash hit the reset button on the cinematic universe, the question for all the comic fans is: what next? Where can we go from here?

And that leads us back to Jaime.

Before I go into spoiler territory, I’ll speak in broad strokes. This is a solid film. I really, honestly think it’s great and stable ground from which to build out a larger universe, but more than that, it’s the first one of these in a while that felt like it was about something. There were strong cohesive themes about family, legacy, capitalism and (failed) revolution, growing up, and navigating different cultures throughout. I’m not in the habit of giving out grades or scores, and honestly I don’t care for them. Grading is for chumps anyways. The movie speaks for itself in so many ways, and is so well-crafted, I can’t recommend it high enough. If you’re tired of superhero fare, that’s fine—the story is good enough divorced from the cool effects and sci-fi silliness of the genre. But I digress. Give it a watch. It’s fun and has given me a lot to chew on. VAYA CON DIOS, MUCHACHOS.

The Boy who would be Bug

--SPOILERS BELOW--

Jaime Reyes is a young man with frankly too much on his mind. Coming off the heels of graduating from undergrad, he comes home to the fictional Floridian city of Las Palmeras to be with his family and start his life. (Note: In the comics, Reyes is from the actual city of El Paso, Texas, which gives his setting an entirely different vibe which frankly is disappointing, but that is probably the only major change in adaptation that bugged me, which is small potatoes if we are being honest.) But Las Palmeras itself is a parable, a city divided between the rich and the rest of us. The Reyes family tells him upon arrival (and after eating some local tacos) that the family is losing the house. Rent got jacked up, and the patriarch had a heart attack and can no longer run the family auto repair shop. So, Jaime and his sister Milagro scramble to find jobs, low-paying service work for the richest and most powerful family in the city, the Kords.

The Kords, in contrast to the Reyes family, is one defined by their internal division. Where the Reyes family is instantly warm, boisterous, giving, caring, and supportive of all efforts of the respective members, the Kords are broken in multiple ways. In many ways, it’s a mirror to the Stark family of the Marvel universe: the dead patriarch built a weapons manufacturing company, the successor son wanted to get away from that in favor of more consumer-friendly tech, and in the wake of his disappearance, the overlooked sister Victoria Kord has steered the company back to its domineering and destructive roots as a weapons contractor for the US government.

A fresh take on an old structure

I think it’s impossible to talk about this movie apart from its relation to Iron Man. I’m sorry, it’s about a person who wears a super powered high-tech suit of armor and fights against a usurper who wants to continue weapons proliferation and western hegemony. That’s the plot! That’s the text! It’s built on the same bones, and you’d be foolish to not see it. However, divorced from that rough sketch, the difference is all in the protagonist, and how they relate to family. Tony Stark is an individual, largely at odds with everyone else including his loved ones. He didn’t know how to be a person, let alone a person in connection with others. He had lived his life as a rich kid, and I’m sorry, that breaks your brain a bit.

But the protagonist here did not come from a rich family. He came from an immigrant family, one that emerged out of the revolutions south of the border and escaped from them to find a new life in the US, and they have spent the past 3 generations trying to live the American dream. And finally, the American Dream has swallowed them whole. They live in a poor neighborhood slowly being gentrified by the rich, epitomized by the Kords. They are on the brink of destruction in a world that’s straining from the stress of the capitalist system on the margins of the imperial core, and they are not going to make it without a miracle. So, this is a different kind of story, built on the spine of the Iron Man model.

Coincidences happen. Jaime walks in on a feud between Victoria, current CEO of Kord Industries, and Jennifer, the lone, orphaned daughter of the missing-in-action Ted Kord, the former CEO who was interested in wacky inventions rather than weapons. Jaime tries to intervene, to be the hero he is inside, but reality is far less accommodating, and this action gets him and his sister fired.

Little Bug, Big Impact

For people on the bottom of the economic ladder, escaping your situation is largely impossible. But dammit, Jaime wants to stand up for people, and so he does what’s right, even if it comes at personal cost. That’s the through-line of the film. You do what’s right because it’s right, not because it will win you praise or security. You stick up for people, and you support your family.

Jennifer catches up with Jaime, offers to keep in touch with him, and the two make plans to meet up the next day. Wacky hijinks ensue, and Jaime winds up in possession of an alien artifact that reacts to him, yadda yadda yadda, and wouldn’t you know it, the Scarab chooses Jaime to bond with, and becomes a symbiotic high-tech super suit. You know the tropes, you know how it goes. BUT. You see this all from the perspective of Jaime and his family. When Jaime’s clothes burn off, and he bursts through the ceiling, you understand “Oh, shit, that’s some serious property damage in this rental house.” Later you even see the tarp over the hole, and the poorly re-built table that got broken in the chaos. It’s little touches like that in the film that remind you “Oh, this is the kind of world that has consequences. Problems happen, and they keep having ripple effects.”

We learn later that the Scarab was something that Ted Kord was looking for, because you see, he was secretly The Blue Beetle II, the successor to Dan Garrett, the original Blue Beetle, and original owner of the Scarab. The Scarab never chose Ted, but Ted carried on the legacy of the name. We know this because Jaime’s Uncle gives us the backstory—Blue Beetle was his favorite hero. He was “if Batman had ADHD.” Batman with a sense of humor. An inventor who was into heroics because it was right, but also because it was fun.

That’s a crucial thing I think is worth dwelling on. It’s a statement of the kind of legacy that the DC movies as a whole need to wrestle with. The last time we saw heroes, it was very self-serious. Little levity, and even less color. Superman was a grimacing beacon of power, and a reluctant messiah. Batman was an uber-fascist terrorist. Wonder Woman was a world-weary soldier who saw the worst of humanity. It was a Dark Universe filled with Serious Heroes.

Now, the first outing in this brand-new rebooted DCU? You get a kid who stumbles into it all. You get someone whose very name is defined by his color! Blue Beetle. It’s a goofy kind of name for a kind of outlandish character, but it’s one that fits. He’s a bug. He’s not a messiah, or a dark avenger, or a warrior princess. He’s a kid. A kid with the world on his shoulders. A kid who lives with his family on the ground level, not in a skyscraper or a Batcave or a fortress of solitude. He’s a kid from the poor side of town who got a lucky break and wants to fight for the little guy. That’s a statement. That’s a proper introduction to a new world. Yeah, all these titans and gods exist, but their problems rarely intersect with ours. The billionaire downtown who wants to buy up all the land in the old neighborhood? The one who wants to sell weapons of war and doesn’t care about the people that get in the way? The one who sees people as little more than test subjects or obstacles to getting profit? That’s the villain.

Rudy, Jaime’s uncle, says that he loved the Blue Beetle because he was “one of us.” That is what he meant for him, and it’s a legacy that follows the name. Jaime is now the bearer of that legacy, and that’s not meant to be a burden but a challenge. And the best part is? He’s not doing this alone.

A Family Bug

See, at some point Jaime gets captured, naturally. And who is there to bail him out? His family. All this time he’s spent trying to save and support them has not gone unnoticed. They take a bug-shaped tank, a bunch of weapons, and liberate him, while Jaime gets another shot at confronting the big bads. The final super-suit having goon gets a backstory—wouldn't you know, he’s a product of the warmongering that Victoria Kord stoked in Latin America—and it’s through empathy, relatability, and love that Jaime is able to defeat him. Strength is not in power. It’s in you and your family having each other and supporting the little guy.

I say we failed Blue Beetle, because it kind of came and went this year, didn’t it? It had the bad luck of being in the middle of a historic writer’s/actor's strike, and so promotion was stifled. But it’s also a C-list hero that nobody had ever heard of, with the biggest actors in it being Susan Sarandon and George Lopez.

The thing of it though, is that kind of was how Iron Man started too. Iron Man, before the 2008 film, was a C-tier superhero. Robert Downey Jr. was a has-been washed-up actor. Yet it exploded in popularity. I wish Blue Beetle got the same treatment. It deserves a second look. It’s fun, energetic, and has real stakes and real story to it. It has a lot to say about our current moment from the position of living at the margins of society, and I really can’t help but say that we need it right now. We need fun. We need hope. But more than anything, we need solidarity. Love, empathy, solidarity—these are the things which give us strength. And that’s what Blue Beetle has in spades.

#movie review #blue beetle #dcu #comics #superheroes #film #film criticism

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yvtro · 1 year

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The thing is that like....all of DC is authoritarian. Bruce works with cops. So while it's totally fine for you to want an au where vigilantes can be anarchist, it's not present in huge amounts of canon, and it feels like the only fans expected to constantly say that we don't endorse actions that would be bad irl even if we like them fictional are Jason fans - meanwhile Bruce stans regularly coo over him and Jim's friendship and never get attacked for supporting copaganda. The genre of crime fighting is inherently problematic from an abolitionist pov but most fans of other characters are allowed to say "in this particular universe, this character is making a point" and not have it be assumed that's their irl viewpoint. Like I don't find Jason killing any more disturbing than the decades of flippant jokes about locking people away, but only one of those things gets regular passive aggressive posts made about it in fandom.

okay and what. am i not allowed to expect better? do i strike you as one of these people who “coo over bruce’s and jim’s friendship”? you’re constructing some elaborate strawman here.

so what you’re saying is that superhero and vigilante comics are inherently copaganda so it’s fine to suspend belief and assume that it is actually right in-universe? but what’s the purpose of it? superhero and vigilante comics can be reconstructed. and even if they’re not reconstructed, they can be less blatantly bigoted. jason’s background was written with more sensitivity in the 80s, and if you’re fine with regressing for the sake of edginess in that matter, that’s okay, but don’t come to my house and tell me i’m obliged to like everything you do. and it’s not like good writers don’t address these issues sometimes. not even mentioning the majority of what i’m talking about doesn’t have to do with any fantasy elements. i don’t give a shit if characters kill supervillains or about legitimate well crafted revenge stories. i care about real life propagandist parallels.

“only one gets passive aggressive posts made about it” for the last time i post about jason because he’s my favourite character. i’m not a bruce stan. will you leave me alone if i write an essay about the whole genre, which i absolutely can do btw? if i make 100 posts about classism in batman comics that don’t have to do with jay? nightwing copaganda? suicide squad? the concept of arkham asylum? storylines where superman works with the gov? lantern corps military propaganda? or will you come back to tell me that i have to suspend belief and indulge it all?

i’m just a random person on this website with 50 followers and you’re acting like i’m upsetting some delicate ecosystem. is someone holding a gun to your head telling you to read my meta?? just block me.

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Prolific writer Alan Grant has passed away at the age of 73. His wife, Sue Grant, announced Alan passed this morning. #AlanGrant began his work in comics in 1967, when he became an editor for D.C. Thomson. He left in 1970 to work for IPC on romance magazines, but would become best known for his work with the character of #JudgeDredd with John Wagner in the pages of the science fiction series ‘2000 AD’ during the 1980s.

Beginning in 1988, Alan Grant along with John Wagner began writing for #DC Comics, with Grant beginning his legendary run on the #Batman character in Detective Comics #583; This issue introduced the Batman villains the #Ventriloquist & #Scarface in Grant and Wagner’s “Fever”. The following arc debuted The #Ratcatcher, recently seen in James Gunn’s “The Suicide Squad” (2021), written by Grant and Wagner in Detective Comics #585.

Throughout the 1990s, Alan Grant would help shape the evolving Batman mythos in several publications, including developing #TimDrake into the 3rd #Robin in ‘Batman’ arcs such as “Identity Crisis” with #NormBreyfogle and Steve Mitchell. Grant’s runs in ‘#DetectiveComics’ to ‘Batman: Shadow of the Bat’ are some of the most memorable, including his introductions of Jeremiah Arkham, Victor #Zsasz, and Amygdala in the arc “The Last #Arkham”.

As Grant contributed to classic Batman storylines such as “Knightfall”, "Contagion", "Legacy", and "Cataclysm", he also co-created along with Breyfogle the Batman universe character #Anarky, mirroring his own personal, philosophical transformation within the era, and penned the graphic novel inter-company crossover series ‘Batman / Judge Dredd’. Writing for publications such as #DCComics, Marvel Comics, and Dark Horse Comics, Grant would continue to work over the next two decades.

Alan Grant’s dominating presence within the comics world, enhanced by the wit and humanity that permeated in his tales, has and will continue to be one of the most influential for fans and colleagues alike. He will be greatly missed, but he timeless work will always be cherished. Rest In Peace. [Art by Norm Breyfogle and Carlos Badilla, 2011’s DC Retroactive: Batman – The '90s #1]✌🏽🤍🦇🙏🏽

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griseldagimpel · 8 days

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Suicide Squad (Comics), DCU (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Amanda Waller, Werner Vertigo, Floyd Lawton, Pamela Isley, George "Digger" Harkness, Ivan Illyich Gort, Original Characters Additional Tags: Farce, Satire, Action/Adventure, Human Trafficking, Foreign Intervention, Imperialism, Canon-Typical Poison Ivy Behavior Series: Part 1 of Queen & Knight Summary:

After Amanda Waller becomes temporary president of Diabloverde, members of the Squad are recruited for a mission in Qurac to help trafficked Vlatavan women. What could possibly go wrong? (Everything.)

Set after the Ostrander-Yale run of Suicide Squad.

Updates weekly.

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sweetwhispersofchaos · 9 months

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Chapter 4 of my first fan fiction work. Rooster x Phoenix. Rated M mainly for language, a mention of a physical altercation, and some blood. There will be some steamy stuff later on down the road so 18+ only! Story and Story Cover Photo Edit by me Chapter 4 Notes: The mission is upon them.

Rooster was thankful that sleep came quickly. He never heard his bunk mates come in. He was not in the mood for pre-bedtime banter. Tomorrow was going to be an emotional dumpster fire and he was already feeling completely drained from the day’s events. When his alarm sounded at 0615 the next morning, he rolled over to shut it off and realized he was alone in the room. Good. His bunkmates all stood a good chance of going on the mission today, but he knew he wasn’t going, so he was in no hurry to get the day rolling. He laid on his back in the dark, trying not to go down that dark path where the day ends in the death of Phoenix. Maverick. Who knows who else.

How did things get so complicated? As if his life hadn’t been one giant complication. He scoffed into the dark. Could the powers that be throw him some sort of bone? At least let everyone make it back to the carrier in one piece today.

They were meeting at 0700 to find out who Mav was taking with him on this suicide mission. He needed a shower and some coffee. He wandered down the hall to the showers, hoping to distract his thoughts with his right hand, but it was just no use. Once dressed in his flight suit, he wandered to the mess for some hot coffee and hoped he wouldn’t be spotted by any of the dagger squad. Lucky for him, it paid to be the last one up. He drank his coffee in peace at a small table in the back and watched the hustle and bustle of the other sailors in the room. He could tell everyone was on edge. This was a big day. Everyone knew it, and that did nothing to relieve the stress he was feeling. Rooster cruised into the meeting room at 0659 and slid into a chair behind Hangman, across the aisle from Phoenix. She turned her head slightly and made eye contact with him but saying nothing as Maverick, Cyclone, and Warlock came to the front and called attention.

Mav began speaking about making choices based on the needs of the mission. Rooster was barely listening. When he heard Maverick call Phoenix, he didn’t even flinch. He knew she was going. Maverick would be an idiot not to take her.

But what happened next was NOT part of the plan. Mavericks’ wingman. The spot he was so sure was going to Hangman, was in fact, going to Rooster. He was going on this mission.

He looked up at Maverick, making eye contact with skepticism for the old man. Did he really earn this spot or was this a mercy selection? Surely not. Something this serious would have to be deeply considered and not just thrown away on old family pity. Did Mav really believe in him?

He was still standing and contemplating these questions when Mav dismissed them to prepare. While others fist bumped and wished good flights to others, no one said anything to Rooster. Maybe the lost and confused look on his face deterred them. He stayed in this state of confusion until he realized someone had walked up beside him.

He turned to face Nat. They just stared at each other. No words, no expressions. After what felt like an eternity, he watched her hold her fist out. As he bumped it, she simply stated “Let’s go kick some ass.” He nodded his affirmative as she turned to walk out of the room with Bob, who had been waiting for her near the door. Bob nodded at Rooster and then followed her out of the room. Rooster was left standing alone wondering what the hell had just happened.

*****

It was time. The deck was a buzz with preparation of their jets. Rooster headed to the flight line with the rest of the daggers. None of them said much of anything to each other before leaving the ready room and heading up. Fist bumps all around and that was it. No one needed to say anything. They all knew what was on the line. He just thought he was scared before, when he thought she was going, and he wasn’t. But now, now they had to watch each other’s backs on what felt like an impossible mission. Was this going to be some sort of twisted Romeo and Juliette moment? Would they go down together?

Once on deck, Phoenix and Bob led the group out, Rooster bringing up the rear. He stared at the back of her head, hoping to somehow send his thoughts straight to her via brain waves.

I love you. Be careful. I’ve got your back.

As she climbed into her aircraft, she never looked at him. Ever the strong, independent woman, lest someone see through her tough exterior. She was all business, and he knew it.

He also knew he should say something to Maverick before takeoff. But what? Thanks? Nice knowin ya? What does someone say to someone so close yet not close in this sort of situation. He was still trying to figure that out as he walked up to Mav and his jet. Before he made it though, someone stepped in front of him, blocking his path. He looked up into the eyes of Hangman.

They stood staring at each other. Rooster was concerned that the idiot would choose now to have a pissing contest, angry he was sure, for not being chosen for the mission. But instead, all Hangman said was “You give ‘em hell!”

Not what he was expecting, but appreciative of the sentiment none-the-less, Rooster nodded his head and waited as the other pilot walked past him to his own jet. Hangman was the spare. He was to await on deck in his plane to help if need be. Ironically, Rooster hoped the asshole didn’t have to leave the ship. One less person in harms way. He shook his head and continued on towards Maverick, calling “sir” several times before the older pilot turned around to face him.

“I just wanted to say” but he was interrupted by the call overhead. This was it. Time to mount up.

Maverick seemed to be wrestling with someone to say as well, as they stood looking at each other but saying nothing. Then Maverick said, “We’ll talk when we get back.” If, he thought. If we get back.

He walked past Mav towards his own plane but as he did Mav called out to him. “Brad, Bradley. You got this.” He wasn’t sure he believed him, but it was nice to hear it come from his mouth. That Mav trusted him with his life meant something. Goodness knows he still loved the man, regardless of how badly he hurt him with his lack of trust all those years ago. As he climbed into his aircraft, Roosters heart began to beat rapidly, fighting to keep his breath under control. How did he end up here? Of course he knew he was a fantastic pilot, but the finality of this moment had not escaped him. He was leaving the earth and could meet again after being blown from the sky. His breath hitched and his hatch closed.

Time to go.

Each plane moved into position, like a very large and expensive dance. One by one they stated their readiness. Rooster heard Phoenix over the radio “Dagger 3, up and ready” and then he announced, “Dagger 4, up and ready”. He had flown missions with her dozens of times and hundreds of training hours, but he heard the difference in their voices this time. Phoenix was strong, determined, she sounded razor sharp over the comms. Rooster sounded like a scared kid.

Cleared to launch. They took off one right after the other, falling into position and making their way into the belly of the beast.

There is a tremendous difference between training and the actual application of what you are preparing to do. No one was feeling this difference in this moment more than Rooster. The walls of the valley felt like they were closing in on him. The SAMS up above a constant reminder of death. Bandits were hot on their heels. His breathing hitched in his throat as he was told to speed up multiple times. He could no longer see Phoenix and Mavericks planes, which panicked him even more. His thoughts raced. Maybe he wasn’t right for this. He was going to die like his dad. Maybe Maverick was right, maybe he wasn’t ready for this.

Then a voice cut through the chatter. “C’mon kid. Don’t think, just do.”

Maverick told him he pulled his papers because he didn’t think he was ready to throw away the rule book. He heard himself mutter “Talk to me Dad” and it became clear. His dad had trusted Mav and his balls to the wall flying, and in this moment, he needed to channel Nick Bradshaw’s trust and fearlessness, because what he was there to do was bigger than him. It was important. It was necessary.

Rooster punched his throttle and his plane jerked forward, speed increasing. He worked his way into the curves of the canyon with ever increasing momentum. Just as he pulled back on his stick to put his nose to the air, he heard the cry of “direct hit” and knew that miracle number one had occurred. Phoenix, Bob, and Mav were alive and had completed the first task. It was up to him now to finish the job.

His laser was a dead eye. Oh shit. Don’t think, just do. “I’m dropping blind. Bombs away, bombs away!”

He vaguely registered the call of “Bullseye” as he raced up the side of the mountain, headed towards Coffin Corner. He did it. He fucking did it. Holy shit.

Then he came over the top of the mountain and all the fear came flooding back as a SAM launched right for him. All hell broke loose. Missiles everywhere. Voices shouting on top of each other through their headsets. Then. The unthinkable. He was out of flares. He was going to get hit. Then.

Maverick took a SAM for him, and his plane exploded across the sky.

Roosters heart stopped. He was told to return to the ship. The bandits were closing in. Hangman asked to help but was denied. No search and rescue were coming. This wasn’t happening. One of his worst nightmares coming true.

Roosters internal struggle was crushing him worse than the 10G’s his body just sustained only moments ago. He couldn’t leave his wingman.

As they flew low and to the south, he heard Phoenix remind him of the bandits and Bob tell him Maverick was gone. He became aware that the team’s plane was flying next to him. He looked over to see Bob shaking his head “No” at Rooster. His eyes locked on to hers, another string of thoughts radiating from his mind to hers, hoping she got the message.

I have to do this. I love you. Forgive me. He looked away and jerked his stick to the left, turning away from the other two planes. He had made up his mind. He was going for Maverick.

Cold. It was very cold around him. And wet. The fog surrounding his brain made him slow to move and slow to register what was happening around him. His eyes cracked open and were immediately seared from the blinding light of the sun bouncing off the snow. Then the searing pain in his shoulders and torso brought him out of his fog abruptly. With a small holler and a grunt he rolled over in the snow, staring up into trees.

He shot a helicopter. He saved Maverick. He was shot down.

Shit.

It was interesting to him that in that moment of realization his thoughts went to Nat and the ass chewing he was probably in for later. If he managed to survive this mess he had got himself into? Frankly, if it meant seeing her face again, he would take all the ass chewing she gave. He deserved it. He felt guilt in that moment for looking her in the eye and disobeying orders. For leaving her in the position of getting herself, her WSO, and another foxtrot crew back to the carrier without his support. For putting her through the fear she must be feeling in this moment. Oh yeah, he was in big trouble.

Rooster rolled over slowly, searching for feeling in his body, past the biting cold. He felt slight pain on his neck and reached up to find a little blood. It wasn’t much though. He sat up and began to move his feet and legs, deciding that nothing was broken, and it seemed he was all in one piece. He stood and began gathering up his chute when he heard running from behind. Before he could register anything else he was being shoved to the ground by Maverick.

After a heated verbal exchange, it hit both men. They were alive. In foreign territory. No way to reach the boat and a long way from the coast. Time to get creative.

Mavericks’ idea of creative was to commandeer an enemy F-14. Rooster would be lying if he wasn’t absolutely terrified in this moment. As they ran across the foreign tarmac, the adrenaline pumped so fast through his body that his ears were ringing, and he could feel the sweat pouring along his body through his flight suit. They were strapped in and facing a very short taxi way. Roosters heart hitched into his throat as the machine launched forward. This was it; he was either going to make it back to that carrier and to her. Or he wasn’t.

***** There is a lot to be said about putting your trust in the hands of someone you have a sordid history with. Maverick was the only real father figure he had known, and now they were running for their lives. Roosters’ life left solely in the other pilots’ hands. After shooting down 2 enemy planes, Rooster began to breathe a sign of relief. They made it. He was going to see her again. Then the radar alarmed, and a new enemy plane was charging right for them. The panic set in. They had no flares. No ammunition. Their plane too slow to outrun the more sophisticated plane headed straight for them.

As they climbed higher and higher over the ocean, the ejection handles not working, Rooster knew this was it. His luck had run out. As he heard Maverick over the comms apologize to his dad, he closed his eyes and sent another silent message to the sky.

I love you, Nat. More than you will ever know.

Then an explosion ripped across the sky behind them and the shock of the moment about stopped Roosters rapidly beating heart cold.

He had never been so happy to see Hangman in his life. The cocky son-of-a- bitch just saved their lives and Rooster knew he would NEVER live it down. He could just hear the shit eating grin on Hangmans face as he announced himself as their savior.

Relief washed over him. Excitement set in. He was headed back to the carrier. Back to earth. Back to his center of gravity.

***** The landing was hard as fuck, but he didn’t care. They were back on the carrier and headed home with a hero’s welcome on deck. He hurt all over, sweat pouring off of him, and all he could do was smile. The crowd that gathered shouted their congratulations and clapped him on the back as he clambered out of the broken plane and crossed the deck.

Phoenix came around him, shaking her head as she pulled him into a hug, patting his chest. He could tell by the look on her face that she was happy he was alive, but he was in trouble later, no doubt about it. She moved past him to hug Hangman and Rooster continued to high five and fist bump the other pilots around him. Eventually the hub bub died down and those who went on the mission filed into a mission ready room for debriefing. This was the part he hadn’t thought about yet. Now he had to explain himself to his superiors and hope that this wasn’t his last day in the Navy. The other pilots and their WSO’s were dismissed while Rooster and Maverick were asked to stay.

He stood at attention, gulping, and then waiting for the worst. But it didn’t come.

Somehow Mav managed to take most of the flack for what happened. He was one smooth talking son of a gun. Rooster had a lot of explaining to do, and would face some repercussion, but due to the secrecy with which the mission had to remain under, he was let off much easier than he should have. To say he was shocked was an understatement, but they seemed to be pleased that he had made it back. He was dismissed a half an hour later while Maverick was kept for further discussion. In that moment he was glad he was getting the fuck out of that room.

As he exited through the large door, he saw two beautiful chocolate orbs staring at him from across the corridor. She was still in her flight suit, leaning against the metal wall with her arms crossed. He froze.

“I don’t even know what to say to you.” She shot at him, her face ice cold.

He hung his head in complete shame, unable to meet her eyes. He could only imagine the hell he had just put her through.

Her boots squeaked against the floor as she moved closer to him. Unable to raise his head to meet her gaze, he stared at the ground as her boots came toe-to-toe with his. He could smell her sweat and feel the heat of anger radiating off her as she moved into his space.

She huffed, then in a low, breathy, and terrifying whisper stated simply “I’ll never forgive you for this.” And then she turned on her heels and walked off down the hall with fervor.

Rooster just stood there, head down, letting tears roll down his cheeks. Whatever chance he thought he had with her was long gone now and for the first time since he landed on the deck, he felt all the pain in his body from the mission. He couldn’t decide what hurt worse, his body, or his heart. He needed to go get a shower and get checked out by medical. But he just stood there. Glued to that spot, reeling from every emotion humanly possible.

He didn’t realize he was still blocking the door to the room he had exited until Maverick almost ran smack into his back. Rooster whipped around, raising his damp eyes to meet Pete Mitchells. And then he began to sob as the elder pilot wrapped him in a giant bear hug. He heard himself let out a small wail and choked on it, angry at himself for falling apart like this. The adrenaline long gone, he felt every pain, every fear, every terrifying moment of the mission and his body began to crumple under the weight of it all.

“Let’s get you to medical” was all Maverick said, and Bradley nodded. Maverick let go of him and they walked down the hall towards the medical bay, Rooster unable to completely stop the tears from streaming down his face, no matter how many times he wiped them away.

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lemonhemlock · 1 year

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Team Black is certainly more united but it's also because they're much more numerous so any fights they're having with each other aren't as bad or as intense as the ones on Team Green. There aren't many ship wars either on that side which helps a lot I guess since fandom fights tend to revolve around shipping. Other than that, it's true that they're certainly not afraid endorsing each other's bad behavior which, like you said, it's not a good thing necessarily. Like, I've seen some of them telling greens to k word themselves for liking Aegon yet no one on their side called this out. Why should we replicate this kind of behavior? Does anyone think it's normal to wish for others to die because they disagree with us over fictional things? As for Team Green, why should I be united with people who are (or are mutuals with others who are doing it) suicide baiting people and calling incest shippers freaks insinuating they likely commit the same thing in real life? Meanwhile, many of these very people are either shipping or defending incestuous ships such as Helaegon or very toxic ones like Alysmond. I don't think it's imperative that every person who for example likes Aegon or ships Alysmond should call out every BS someone says or does since no individual can control or is responsible for what others are doing simply because they're liking the same thing, but the big accounts who've certainly witnessed said behavior and chose to stay silent instead of calling it out because their friends were involved or they agreed with it, then yes, I don't think I should be united with such people because Team Black are doing it as well with their own bad apples and, frankly, I don't think they want to be united with the ones they've been labeling freaks or incest lovers either. They also shouldn't be defended when Team Black stans decide to be obvious hypocrites and come after them. Yeah, some innocents are going to be unfairly dragged into this but they didn't care either about harassing other fans who were just as innocent when they were the ones doing it. Basically, I simply think antis are plague to every fandom out there and it's a pity there are SO MANY on the green side. It's not hard to see why some of us don't want to be involved with them even if it results in Team Green being more fractured than it should be.

Anon, you seem to be a level-headed fandom veteran and I definitely agree with your frustration. I don't really know what the solution to all of this is. In truth, neither team is a monolith and we shouldn't be expecting people to join in on flame wars or defense squads just because they like the same fictional things. This is supposed to be something we do for fun, not the Battle of Somme. Team Green or Team Black "not being united" isn't really of consequence, as the point shouldn't be for us to become even more tribalistic and be at each others' throats. The point should be to promote proper fandom etiquette and decent behaviour.

There's not a rule book that details the proper way to engage in fandom, but it's good to maintain a sense of perspective in all this. Like you said, it's not normal to wish for other people to die because you disagree over literary/media opinions. As to how we can achieve this, I'm not sure myself. The priority here should be for us to refrain from getting too carried away. Some amount of shitposting can definitely be fun, there's a certain satisfaction in levelling a well-placed retort in an internet fight that has no stake, but if you find that's all you do all day every day - insulting other people and getting into fights - it's advisable to take a step back.

On the other hand, I totally get how it would be exhausting to act like the fandom moralizer & constantly call people out for acting like dickweasels. I personally can't keep track with who is beefing with whom and how many sub-factions and sub-sub-factions there are. If I see something that bothers me, I will point it out, but I can't promise I'll have the energy to do that with every ridiculous new fixation, because it's a commitment I cannot keep for the sake of my own peace of mind. So I wouldn't necessarily gear people towards the "X didn't call out their friend Y for Z problematic behaviour, ergo X is also an enabler" line of reasoning. I don't know. Sometimes I agree myself, other times I really don't have the energy to bother. Sometimes I think it could be a problem, but other times people could simply just not have the mental headspace to get involved in that drama. We shouldn't be painting everyone with the same brush. That's not to say you should associate with people you're not comfortable with either. I actually suspect a lot of lurkers would love to engage, but they find all the petty squabbles draining and just don't want any part in that.

At the end of the day, I know I'm not actively out there causing harm to others, because, at most, I just vent on my own blog and that's maybe the most useful metric you can use. I feel like as long as people just keep to a few principles of common sense, the experience would be much improved for everybody. So basically stay out of hate campaigns, don't send nasty messages on anon, don't go spamming other people's posts or fics. Try to debate in good faith if you can. Beefing with people online is inevitable and even tantalizing sometimes (being petty is human!), but don't overdue it either. Fandom feuds should remain silly, not turn into full-blown carpet-bombing sessions.

It's also helpful to remember that fandom degeneracy is very rarely about a character or a ship or a plotline. Fandom unfortunately comprises spaces where behavioural issues can thrive because the very nature of the internet renders users anonymous. So it attracts people that get a power kick out of sending a kys message or attention-seekers or teacher's pets who want a pat on the back for consuming media "the proper way". These typologies exist in every fandom; when these people get bored of this content, they'll migrate to another community and act in the same way.

#ask #anon #anti hotd fandom #anti asoiaf fandom #not me giving out advice after i just beefed yesterday with a TB account lmfao

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