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Things that are Now Fallout Canon

(according to the Special LIVE Report from Galaxy News that preceded the Fallout TV series' teaser trailer release on December 2, 2023)

Vault 33, the focus vault of the Fallout television series, is located beneath Santa Monica, California. It's also implied to be very, very expensive to get into.

Bottle and Cappy, the mascots for Nuka-Cola and its theme park, Nuka-World, were about to embark on a seventeen-movie-long series of animated films before the bombs fell.

The sinking of the RMS Titanic happened in Fallout's alternate universe. The news announcer jokes about the world going down like the infamous ship, including the deadly lack of lifeboats.

Camels exist in this universe, too! The news announcer actually fucks this one up, because he says dromedary camels have two humps - dromedary camels have one hump, while Bactrian camels have two. Or maybe we'll get a sound bite from Todd Howard in a few months where he claims the camel breed names are swapped in Fallout, who knows.

Pets were not allowed in the commercially-advertised vaults. The news announcer regrettably informs listeners that they can't bring their cats, dogs, or even fish with them due to logistical concerns and safety hazards, but they are more than welcome to purchase Vault-Tec-branded gravestones and hold pet funerals before they move underground. Hypothetically-speaking, it wouldn't surprise me if people tried to smuggle their animals in, anyway.

Someone stole the Fallout universe's original moon landing flag from the Museum of Technology in Washington, D.C. - another headline report, with no further details. It was in the same exhibit as the Virgo II lunar lander, which stayed put for at least 200 years.

Vault Boy was named "World's Sexiest Man" in 2077 (when the report is being aired) - no word about which publication or organization bestowed this title upon an animated mascot.

Vault-Tec trademarked the thumbs-up emoji in the Fallout universe - which is very much in character for the company, but something about there being emojis in the world at all hit me wrong.

Vault-Tec instituted a "breeder search program" alongside vault placement purchases, and encouraged polyamory to get people to procreate (and buy more vault spots). I'll admit that this one seems plausible but shaky, because by this point in the report the news announcer is losing his mind while stalling for the vault door to open, and he might just be making shit up.

Nuka-Cola ran its own version of the Pizza Hut "BOOK IT!" reading program, called "ZAP IT!" Kids were required to read over 10,000 books to win rewards. If we use picture books for the math, and allow for five minutes to read each book, that's about 833 hours (34 straight days) of reading to get some soda.

Moby-Dick by Herman Melville and the ancient Greek myth of Daedalus and Icarus both exist in the Fallout universe.

Resulting Thoughts

"The ghoul" in the show is possibly named Howard - unsure if that's a first or last name. In the teaser trailer, Walton Goggins (who plays the ghoul) is shown dressed like a Hollywood cowboy on the day of the Great War, riding a horse to try to escape the nuclear bombs that hit Los Angeles with an unidentified child. Meanwhile, the Galaxy News headlines report that a box office hit called "The Man From Deadhorse" is getting a sequel, which is currently filming at California Crest Studios, and the news announcer says the film is "Howard-led." Whether the ghoul is the lead actor, we don't know, but it seems like a solid enough hint at his origins.

I'm glad that the show is going to delve more into the idea of the haves and have-nots, what with vault entrance being both selective and expensive. The most recent games in the series don't talk about this enough, in my opinion.

This isn't specific to the show adaptation, but it's becoming more noticeable to me that the Fallout series is crawling forward in terms of relating to modernity. I'm not sure how to feel about this - for example, I don't really mind if the soundtrack of Fallout 76 features the Beach Boys and other 1960s songs when it used to be strictly limited to 1930s and 40s music. On the other hand, I thought that using a news announcer that sounds more like a modern podcast host than a Transatlantic-accented journalist was an odd choice, and as I said above, I really did not like the idea that pre-war America knows what an emoji is. I'll get over it, but I'm anticipating that there will be some more artistic choices in the adaptation (and future games) that rub me and others the wrong way because they don't fit our definition of what Fallout "is." I'm not saying anything new, people have been arguing about that forever.

Overall, I'm excited. We're probably not getting a new Fallout game until 2030, so I might as well try to enjoy this. I will be keeping my bingo cards handy, though.

Anyway, I transcribed the damn report because I'm very normal. Feel free to use!

Fallout - A Special LIVE Report from Galaxy News

with occasional commentary from yours truly

[An upbeat, strings-led orchestral jingle plays, and black-and-white picture focuses on a spinning, silver globe. The globe is being circled by a vintage toy rocket. The words "GALAXY NEWS" fly in, and are quickly wiped and replaced by script declaring "Vault-Tec Presents..." The picture is circle-wiped and transitions to a high view of a vault entrance, with no visible script or markings to indicate which vault it is. The large, circular vault door is closed, and the access bridge to the door is not connected. A timer counting down from 60 minutes is overlaid in the bottom left corner, just above the Galaxy News globe logo and a signal tower graphic next to the word "LIVE." News headlines scroll along the bottom of the screen, the first of which reads "GALAXY NEWS SIGNS 10-YEAR PARTNERSHIP DEAL WITH VAULT-TEC." The headlines are separated by small lightning bolt graphics. The music continues throughout, and a male news announcer's voice cuts in.]

Good morning! Or, afternoon! Or evening, depending on where in the world you are. If you're just tuning in with us now, you're in for a treat. Welcome to the unveiling of Vault 33, one of the flagship vaults of Vault-Tec's arsenal of vaults.

[The second scrolling headline reads "VAULT-TEC VOTED AMERICAN COMPANY WITH BRIGHTEST FUTURE."]

Galaxy News is here live with an exclusive look at the next generation of apocalypse-proof, purpose-built luxury housing, sponsored by our friends at Vault-Tec. Vault-Tec: Revolutionizing safety for an uncertain future.

[The third scrolling headline reads "ROBCO INTERPLANETARY PROBE PROBES DEEPER INTO SPACE THAN ANY PROBE HAS PROBED BEFORE."]

If you're a regular viewer of our programming, we consider you an astute, engaged citizen, doing your part to stay informed on the latest news impacting this beautiful country of ours, and so it will be no surprise to you that we are on the precipice of a nuclear armageddon. But, fear not, Vault-Tec is building the ultimate shelter-in-place solution for the more doomsday-savvy customer: A veritable ark meticulously designed to weather the geopolitical storm surely headed our way any day now. And for the first time on live broadcast, the fine folks at Vault-Tec will be giving you a tour of their newest product unveiling, from the comfort of your home.

[The announcer takes a break, and the music swells. The vault remains closed, and no activity whatsoever is visible around it. It might as well be a static image. The fourth scrolling headline reads "NUKA-WORLD BREAKS ATTENDANCE RECORD FOR FOURTH STRAIGHT YEAR. GALACTIC ZONE GIVEN CREDIT FOR INCREASED NUMBERS." The initial song ends, and a new strings song with a more staccato rhythm begins. The news announcer returns.]

Welcome, once again, to Vault 33, nestled in the coastal west side of sunny Los Angeles County, and minutes from the yet-to-be-destroyed, bustling downtown promenade. Should nuclear annihilation one day come for this quiet beach-side town, you can take comfort in knowing you are safely buried deep, deep below what numerous trade publications once called "one of the best places to live." Right now, ladies and gentlemen, what you're looking at is peace of mind. Billions and billions of dollars and decades of R&D funneled into the high-grade protection engineering that only Vault-Tec can bring you.

[The fifth scrolling headline reads "WE ASKED OUR VIEWERS TO ANSWER A SIMPLE QUESTION: WHAT IS THE GREATEST NATION ON EARTH AND WHY IS IT AMERICA? HEAR THE RESULTS TONIGHT AT 10PM EST." At this point, the news announcer starts to sound less formal and more excited.]

Aren't we a bunch of lucky ducks! Vault-Tec has tapped us into their closed loop security feed to bring you a sneak peek behind a vault entrance airlock. That large, fortified steel blast door you see there is the only thing standing between you and the rads.

[The sixth scrolling headline reads "UNITED STATES AGAIN ACCUSED OF ATMOSPHERIC COUNTER-ESPIONAGE BY THE REDS."]

Very soon - very soon, I'm told - Arnold? Are we - yeah - and we're very soon, and we're very soon. Very, very soon, I'm told, that gear door will open, and Galaxy News will be on the ground to give you all a walking tour of the facilities! Including the accommodations one might expect in a state-of-the-art, modern residence thanks to a partnership with RobCo Industries and some of your shelf-stable forever favorites like BlamCo and Sugar Bombs! There's nowhere to hide from explosive good taste! Boom!

[The news announcer disappears again, and the strings conclude and are replaced with a meandering clarinet-led number. Several scrolling headlines go by: "U.S. RENEWS DEFENSE CONTRACT WITH WEST TEK, HERALDS VALUE OF POWER ARMOR IN ALL THEATERS OF WAR." "ESPIONAGE THREAT SUBDUED IN DOMESTIC URANIUM MINES." "PRESIDENT DECLARES NUCLEAR STOCKPILE 'SAFE ENOUGH.'" "BULLETIN OF THE ATOMIC SCIENCES SETS DOOMSDAY CLOCK TO HALF A NANOSECOND TO MIDNIGHT." "ATLAS OBSERVATORY CHRISTENS NEW TELESCOPE, RE-COMMITTING TO A NON-VIOLENT PURSUIT OF KNOWLEDGE." The song ends, a new one begins, and the news announcer returns. The vault still hasn't opened, and he's dropped what was left of his professional tone.]

And we are... stalled out. We're still... having technical difficulties. You know, sometimes things go bad and there's just no way you can plan. It's kind of like what's happening with the world right now, there's no way you could've been born into the world and know how you were going to end - know how the world would end. How will the world end, in fire or in ice? Well, it turns out -

[laughter]

It turns out it's gonna be fire...

[The twelfth scrolling headline reads "CHRISTMAS TOY TRENDS: RETAILERS REPORT SHORTAGE OF POWER ARMOR FIGURINES."]

Arnold! What's that? Okay. Yes.

[sound of paper pages being flipped through]

Okay. Arnold just handed me a fun fact. We're gonna do fun facts, fun facts.

[The thirteenth scrolling headline reads "NUKA-COLA QUANTUM GETS FDA APPROVAL, FOUND TO CONTAIN 'HEALTHY AMOUNT OF RADIATION."]

Fun fact about the construction of these massive vaults: They use concrete. Hm. That hardly counts as a fun fact, Arnold. Now is there an update on when the door... the door's gonna be open? Arnold? I'm sorry, is there an update on the door? Is there an update on the crane? Is it a crane problem, or a door problem? Is it a pr- is it a crane problem, or a door problem? Arnold? Arnold! Arnie!

[sigh]

Okay...

[The news announcer gives up, and a song with a lot of muted trumpet comes in to serenade more scrolling headlines. "NO ONE'S BEATING THIS DEADHORSE. 'THE MAN FROM DEADHORSE' TOPS BOX OFFICE. A SEQUEL IS ALREADY IN THE WORKS AT CALIFORNIA CREST STUDIOS." "ATLAS WEATHER EXPERIMENT BELIEVED TO BE THE CAUSE OF UNEXPECTED SNOW FLURRY IN LOS ANGELES." "DEVELOPING: REDS CONTINUES TO DENY EXISTENCE OF STEALTH SUBMARINES, US INTELLIGENCE SUGGESTS OTHERWISE." Woodwinds replace the trumpet, and the news announcer returns, pivoting to an unrehearsed sales pitch for his sponsor.]

If you have the money, please - please, guys - get a Vault-Tec vault. Get in there! Think of it as a life raft, a bit. Our country is the Titanic, and these vaults are the life rafts - right? - attached to the side of it.

[The seventeenth scrolling headline reads "NUKA-COLA MASCOTS 'BOTTLE AND CAPPY' TO APPEAR IN ANIMATED FILM FROM CALIFORNIA CREST STUDIOS. WILL BE THE FIRST IN A SEVENTEEN PICTURE DEAL BETWEEN THE COMPANIES."]

Now, were there enough life rafts on the Titanic? If you remember - no, no there weren't enough, and so many, many people died, and so, it's a nice allegory actually, because they're not going to die in the freezing ocean, which would be - actually, it's a little faster to die by fire than it is by drowning in the cold, so it is kind of an advantage to be dying now, th- rather than on the Titanic, the RMS Titanic.

[The eighteenth scrolling headline reads "SUPPLY LINES FOR RED FORCES BREAKING DOWN." Sort of like this announcer. He pivots again.]

Now - can you call a survivor of a nuclear holocaust a person, anymore? I don't know. Their brain is going to be cottage cheese, and they will be crawling... crawling on the ground, stuffing sand in their mouth, their blind eyes melted out, like the white of an egg, just dripping and dribbling out of their eye sockets.

[The nineteenth scrolling headline reads "VAULT-TEC ANNOUNCES COMPLETION OF VAULT 33 UNDER SANTA MONICA, CA."]

They raise their face towards their... god... and scream, "Nooooo! Whyyyyyy! What did it all mean?" It turns out it didn't mean much if you didn't get a spot in a Vault-Tec vault."

[The twentieth scrolling headline reads "MILITARY UNITS SENT TO QUELL UNREST IN SEVERAL STATES."]

"Now, let's talk about the luxury interiors of Vault-Tec vaults. We have camel leather. You've heard of cow leather. Probably. Camel leather is a great deal softer, isn't it? It comes from the camel, who keep their water on their backs in a hump. Sometimes two, if they're a dromedary. Now, let's talk about camel leather and why it is more supple, and why it is cooler to the touch, and we can talk about it forever but what you want is luxury, what you need is safety: Where you go is Vault-Tec. That's it.

[I feel like I need to point out that dromedary camels only have one hump, and no camels store water in their humps: It's actually just fat up there that they can live off of while traversing deserts. Regardless, the announcer is gone again. The scrolling headlines remain. "NUKA CORP SPINS OFF ATOMIC RESEARCH ARM INTO SEPARATE CORPORATE ENTITY AFTER SEC APPROV." "SUPER DUPER MART ANNOUNCES RECALL OF BLAMCO MAC & CHEESE FOR TRACE AMOUNTS OF DAIRY." "VAULT-TEC STOCKS SOAR AS US ECONOMY BECOMES FEAR-BASED." "BUREAU OF ALCOHOL, TOBACCO, FIREARMS AND LASERS TAKE DOWN NATIONWIDE WEAPONS SMUGGLING RING." Another woodwind-heavy song starts up, and so does our announcer.]

Um... Arnold?

[throat clearing]

Arnie! Can we- do- do we have a- can we start a clock? Can we - is there, like, anything we can do? I feel like people need something to hold onto, there's a lot of empty air. There's a lot of dead air, here. People need something to hold onto, people are freaking out, and I'm freaking out because I like to have - I like to bring people comfort - uh, in, in this crazy time. There's, there's only a few things you can predict -

[laughter]

In - in the world, and uh, I thought that opening the vault on time would be one of those things.

[The twenty-fifth scrolling headline reads "MILITARY SETS THREAT LEVEL OF POSSIBLE BIOLOGICAL WEAPON ATTACK FROM REDS TO HIGH."]

I was kind of counting on it as a - a thing that would bring some amount of normalcy, some amount of comfort. Something happening the way it's supposed to in a world that feels like it has been turned upside down by evil. But, unfortunately that is not the case. Here we are. Another thing we don't know. Another thing we have to grapple with.

[The twenty-sixth scrolling headline reads "TEDDY FEAR MANUFACTURER SETTLES CLASS ACTION LAWSUIT, DENIES TOY BEAR CAUSES SLEEP PARALYSIS NIGHTMARES IN CHILDREN."]

This particular vault and these technical difficulties that we're having right now have absolutely nothing to do with the product that you will buy when you buy a Vault-Tec vault. Now, Vault-Tec vault living is living the dream, and it's the only way to safety unless you're... the President of the United States, or something like that, and you have a mountain in Colorado to go under and direct the events of the world. Not many of us are that, there's only one of those... uh, and his various and sundry advisors, I'm sure they'll be fine, but you won't! You won't be fine!

[The twenty-seventh scrolling headline reads "WERE TEDDY FEAR BEARS MISUNDERSTOOD? ONE PSYCHOLOGIST THINKS SO."]

If a vault is out of your price range, there are lower-cost alternatives to purchasing a spot with Vault-Tec. They don't sound... good, if you ask me. Anti-radiation pills? Good luck with that. Not sure how anti-radiation pills will hold up against temperatures rivaling the surface of the sun, for example. But maybe that's just me!

[He's gone again. We're 15 minutes into the countdown, and the woodwinds have really started to outdo their own whimsy, at this point. Headlines continue. "TEDDY FEARS SKYROCKET IN POPULARITY AND PRICE DUE TO SCARCITY CAUSED BY RECALL." "VAULT-TEC ANNOUNCES NEWLY AVAILABLE SINGLE VAULT SPACES FOR SALE." "THIS YEAR'S FALLOUT SUIT DESIGN FEATURES ENHANCED PROTECTION, 20% MORE ZIPPERS." The whimsical woodwinds finish up and a bouncy, brassy horn piece takes over. This summons the announcer.]

When you see that vault, it's all gonna be worth it, fellas. It's all gonna be worth it when you see that vault. Now kids, you're probably wondering: Can I bring my pet doggy, or my pet kitty, into the vault? You can't. Unfortunately... it's a hazard in so many different ways. Uh... tch, uh, their hair can get caught in the ventilation system, you'll have endless problems, where do you put their waste? Where do you put... their food? So many, so many problems, so... we have specially-made Vault-Tec gravestones.

[The thirty-first scrolling headline reads "VIRGO II LUNAR LANDER NOW ON DISPLAY AT MUSEUM OF TECHNOLOGY IN WASHINGTON, D.C."]

We have specially-made Vault-Tec pet gravestones for your children to have many funerals for their pets before you go into your Vault-Tec vault. Memorialize your pets now with Vault-Tec mini pet gravestones! Dig a hole in the sand, put the pet in there, and put that gravestone - and it's got a space where you can write the pet's name - right before you go in the vault, no pets in the vault. Not even fish. No, not even fish.

[The thirty-second scrolling headline reads "FLAG FROM VIRGO II LUNAR LANDING STOLEN FROM MUSEUM OF TECHNOLOGY." The news announcer is really getting aggravated.]

What is happening? What is - Arnie! What is - what is happening? Okay - okay! Alright!

[The music and the headlines fill the space again. "NUKA-WORLD TO RAISE TICKET PRICES FOR UPCOMING SEASON, EXPECTING AN 'EXPLOSIVE' YEAR." "GWINNETT ANNOUNCES NEW PALE ALE SO PALE IT'S TRANSPARENT." "HAPPY NATIONAL SOCK HOP DAY!" "VAULT BOY NAMED WORLD'S SEXIEST MAN." The news announcer tries again, attempting to play up the complete inactivity happening onscreen.]

So much is happening here, we've got... the crane, as you can see, it's - it's about to be lowered, and I'm told - and I'm told... the weather. The inclement weather is - keep - I think the weather... there's a pressure cha- it needs to be - yes, of course. The pressure needs to be right to open the vault, or else the differential pressure between underground and overground will cause... a, uh... uh, the furniture to, uh...

[The thirty-seventh scrolling headline reads "VAULT-TEC REGISTERS TRADEMARK ON THE THUMBS UP EMOJI." This one made me physically recoil.]

L- Look... get a Vault-Tec vault. If you can't afford a whole vault for your family, that's fine. Buy time in a timeshare, one of our timeshares. And it's not the kind of timeshare you're going to regret, this is one that's not a scam, because you can look down at your intact body in a Vault-Tec vault and say, "Look at me! I'm whole!"

[The thirty-eighth scrolling headline reads "NUKA-COLA PATRIOTICALLY SALUTES SUCCESS OF NEWEST FLAVOR LAUNCH - NUKA-COLA VICTORY. EXCLUSIVE REDESIGN COMING NEXT YEAR WITH 'A TASTE AS SWEET AS FREEDOM.'"]

Stay whole in a Vault-Tec vault! Keep it together, meaning your corporeal form! Keep it together in a Vault-Tec vault! You'll be skipping around in a workout area, and... check out those barbells! Why not work those biceps while you're down here? What if there's an emergency, and somebody breaches your Vault-Tec vault door? Well, you're gonna want to be in shape to fight off that rageful beast!

[At this point the scrolling headlines loop back to the beginning.]

Now, is it a human? If you kill it, will its soul go to heaven or hell? Don't worry about it! Just get it out, because even its presence in your Vault-Tec vault could kill you and your entire family! These people are irradiated. It's not healthy, right? It's like putting your hand on a radiator. Don't do it.

[Music break. That vault still isn't opening. The song ends, and the news announcer clears his throat.]

We don't... have the exact scoop yet, ladies and gentlemen, so Arnie, why don't we put some music on while we wait for the skinny?

[noticeable pause]

I- I- I- I- don't know what song, put on anything, I'm dying up here.

[The next song opens with energetic trumpets that sound like they're charging through a movie theater snack stand. It's followed by a big band track that seems to re-energize the announcer.]

And, if you're just joining us, we're preparing to head inside the latest and greatest product offering from Vault-Tec. Vault 33, a pristine subterranean society purpose-built for America's best and brightest to wait out the nuclear fallout. There's no telling what will remain once this global conflict reaches its inevitable conclusion: That's why it's important for patriots like you to purchase a guaranteed spot in America's future. It's up to you to keep our golden society going, propagating forth until we have the ranks to repopulate the world outside.

"What if I don't have a partner or family right now?" you may be asking. "Don't give up on love so soon!" I say. Where better to meet eligible partners than in a cherry-picked community of like-minded individuals? If you find you need a bit more assistance, Vault-Tec has breeder search programs to help you find the one, or the two, or the three, four, five! Vault-Tec is a very open society, so go ahead and purchase that single vault space, and that single may become a double before you know it! And what better place to find someone to love, than safe underground?

Please stay tuned as we prepare to bring the crew, and the world at large, inside our Vault-Tec facility.

"But what if I don't have the money for a vault right now?" you may be thinking. You should never let not having the funds today stop you from reaching your dreams. You can always pay tomorrow, into perpetuity. Vault-Tec is reportedly constructing financial packages that allow for customers to continue payments on select economy vaults, in the event of total societal extinction. So don't worry, purchase away! Vault-Tec upholds traditional American values, and they believe no one should be excluded from the pursuit of life, liberty, and debt.

[Music break, wherein the song concludes and switches to something more pensive and staccato.]

A- Alright? Yes? Arnold is telling me - yes? We are moments away! Moments away - from having some kind of movement here. I'll believe that when I see it. Sorry Arnie, but your credibility with me could not be any lower at this point.

Let's talk about the amenities in these concrete miracles. Radiation King will be providing television sets, modern kitchen appliances.

[throat clearing]

The sofas will be... I'm sorry, do we know who makes the sofas? I'm sorry, do we - do we know who makes the sofas? Do we know who makes the sofas? Arnold, do we know who makes the sofas?

[Arnold does not reply. The announcer is miffed.]

What else is new. Yeah.

[Dejection turns to anger immediately.]

If you could please just give me something? If you could please just give me something to update? I'm sitting here with nothing! I'm sitting here... with nothing! This isn't my job! I'm a journalist! I report things, I don't... vamp! Is there even a - is, is there a clue? Is there, do the crane people - have the crane people chimed in? Have the door people chimed in? Is it all one person?

[Arnold presumably says some inaudible form of "I don't know." This does not please the news announcer.]

Well maybe con- maybe connect yourself to them. You should get yourself a radio. Get yourself a radio, Arnold. That's your job, to communicate with me the facts about what's going on, and it's my job to communicate to the people who are watching - we're trying to save their lives - you know, and this isn't advertising for me. This is a product I believe in!

Arnold, what do you do? What skills do you - are you somebody's son? Are you - are you somebody's kid, or something?

[Arnold can finally be heard, somewhat garbled from distance or technology: "My uncle is, uh, is the general manager of Galaxy News, your employer." The news announcer considers this.]

Your uncle is the manager of Galaxy New - mmm. Well, that explains how you got this internship. I'm sorry for everything I said, but... you can understand my frustration, here.

[The music concludes, but the announcer keeps going.]

The, uh, vault foreman is out here, and he is, uh, uh, doing hand signals. Ooh, yes, it's going to be a while, let's play some music for the people, Arnie.

[A new song starts. We're nearly 30 minutes into the countdown before the song switches over and the news announcer starts up again.]

All right folks, we have an update! They've got eyes on the gatekeeper out walking the grounds. It appears he was attempting to retrace his steps after misplacing the key and his wallet - still no word on the key itself, please stand by for more on the wallet, as this story continues to unfold.

Still on standby as we wait for the situation in the vault to resolve, but folks, there is plenty to get the American public up to speed on in the meantime. World news stories! Breaking, breaking news from the international desk. Peace negotiations between America and her adversaries crumbled in Anchorage, Alaska, this past weekend, a city recently liberated from foreign occupation, leading experts to believe nuclear war is indeed on the horizon. One more reason, America, to tune into the presentation Vault-Tec has for us today. Preparation, resilience, and smart spending are the only way our precious republic makes it through that long, dark night.

[This revelation approximates the date of the broadcast, which is happening not long after the Battle of Anchorage. The clash in Alaska officially ended on January 10, 2077: This news bulletin proves that attempted peace negotiations followed, then failed.]

Going the way of the dinosaurs has never felt this fun! If only the dinosaurs had Vault-Tec technology. Now, the dinosaurs died because... a meteor came from space, right? They had nothing to do with it. We have everything to do with our own demise. It's almost like… people are a virus that is destroying the Earth, we're a planet-killing virus. And people do say, "Oh, well, you know, well, the cockroaches... will outlive us and the the aardvarks or whatever will outlive us." Well, they won't. They're going to die too, because this is the real deal, guys. This is the end. So if you're not underground, I don't know what you're doing.

I wonder how we'll evolve. Will we develop a different kind of skin, some kind of leathery, plastic skin to fight off the nuclear fire? Who knows, but the only way to find out is to purchase a Vault-Tec vault, or a space in one of our timeshares.

[Music break again. It's a rather lively waltz.]

For those gathered around their Radiation King TV sets today, thank you for your patience. Rome wasn't built in a day!

[laughter]

Very soon you will witness… one of the greatest modern advances since the Virgo II moon landing - you won't want to miss this, the future of you and your future children depends on it.

[Exasperation sets in.]

Honestly, who wrote this copy?

[Arnold presumably raises his hand.]

You did, Arnold? Well, that's not surprising. It leaves… yes, well, it leaves a lot to be desired. They couldn't hire a professional writer? You look like you're 15 years old.

[Arnold inaudibly corrects him.]

You're 23? Yeah, well, 23-year-olds look like they're 15 now, still too young. What could you know about the - what could you possibly know about the written word, Arnold? Goddamn it. What could you - what do you know about writing and oratory? Nothing, I'll answer y- for you, nothing. The lack of professionalism - myself not included - disgusts me. The lack of professionalism disgusts me, Arnold!

Speaking of nuclear fire, you should see the muffin tray they left out for me. People want a blueberry mu- you want a muffin, okay? A muffin. Not a little squirt of dough, with a little powdered su- give me a muffin, give me a real thing, okay? Give me some snacks! You're going to give me some coffee? Good. I need a snack, to balance it. I'm not the only person in the world who needs a little bit of fat in their stomach when they eat a... big haul of caffeine.

[throat clearing]

Stand by as we wait for the situation in the vault to resolve.

[The music does some flourishes, then finishes.]

Ladies and gentlemen, it's official: We're experiencing some technical difficulties. And before we can open the vault - Vault 33, our flagship vault, full of the, uh, finest luxury items available to mankind, a- as of now - maybe we could put something on to keep people company while we figure out the technical difficulties. Sorry, these difficulties of course have nothing to do with Vault-Tec's vault tech. In- in- indeed…

Look, I need to have a whole cigarette right now. Just put on the song. Where are my smokes?

[The music starts up again while the announcer burns through a cigarette at the speed of a Corvega.]

Well, well, well! Here we are again! Ladies and gentlemen, we're dealing with a hiccup. Now, hiccups... might seem like a momentary stoppage, but this is a big hiccup. It's like God is hiccuping.

Vault-Tec is reporting that there's only one gatekeeper and one key on this vault model. The keys for these vaults are one of one, it fits like a glove, but it's - it's - these - these locks are very, very complicated.

God, it's so good to be on the other side of this. I don't think people know. People really don't know what's coming, and that's probably good. If you haven't watched… if you haven't watched the news up to this point, don't pick it up. Don't… just try and stay ignorant, uh, really don't find out what's going to happen because… it's bad, um, it's over.

[laughter]

The Earth is a slaughterhouse, and we are cattle!

[laughter]

We- we'll go back into, uh, a society resembling Bronze Age Mesopotamia. That's where we're going. It's not fun. Um... disease is… really prominent, um… we don't treat women well - let's just face it, it's - they - we don't treat them well now, but back then… oof. Rough. Rough treatment of women. You think we're racist now?

It's going to get bad. Where you want to be is underground. Vault-Tec vaults.

[A really tinny muted trumpet rises to its occasion as he disappears again for a bit.]

You know what else is great about Vault-Tec vaults? The air purification system. Let's talk about air. You need air to breathe, I need air to breathe, we need air to breathe. Vault-Tec's got it in spades! We've got oxygen candles straight from our finest nuclear submarines that you can burn, that turn nitrogen and carbon dioxide into oxygen molecules. Perfectly breathable, perfectly safe for your children, and your children's children, and your children's children's children in case we're there for three sweaty generations of sweaty living underground! In a fresh vault!

In fact, we put a family in a vault for 10 years and let them out just to see how it would go… and here they are now! "We loved it, uh… We loved it! That was great!" Uh… that's - I'm making it up! I'm making that up. I am imagining what could happen if I had more information about the vaults, but I don't have that information, so I'm making it up! Ha! Vault-Tec vaults, yes. Say yes to the tech!

[The music saves us for a bit.]

Unfortunately, we are back, the vault hasn't opened, and we have had absolutely no movement towards the vault opening, so! Hope you enjoyed that music. I know I was tapping my feet. Let's get back into it, where are we?

The US government has been quietly testing T-60 power armor suits as part of their long-standing defense contract with West Tek, following up the T-45 and T-51 efforts in the ongoing war with the People's Liberation Army.

[hisses through teeth]

How about that? How about that. The Man from Deadhorse gallops to a fast start at the box office! The Howard-led western is said to be the next smash for California Crest Studios.

[So the ghoul's name is probably Howard Something, or Something Howard. Interesting, but the announcer doesn't care and decides to throw another tantrum.]

Am I crazy or is this taking forever? I don't think I'm crazy, but I feel crazy! In fact, I might be the only person involved in this whole production who hasn't lost his mind! I'm looking at you, Arnie, I'm looking at you!

[Looking at Arnie yields nothing, again.]

"You don't know what to do, you don't know what to do." You idiot! I can't even get the word- I can't even get the information from you. Worthless!

[grunt of rage]

It's just me and Arnie here, I'm in hell, he's sitting there smiling at me, I'm in absolute hell!

Do you have a spot, Arnie? Do you have a spot in a vault? Oh! You do! What vault is that?

[long pause]

Oh, that's the one I'm in. Oh. Dear God.

[deep breath]

I guess we should get to know each other.

Ladies and gentlemen, we don't even know what's wrong here… but I can assure you that what isn't wrong is Vault-Tec technology, this has nothing to do with Vault-Tec's patented lock technology and everything to do with stupid people and human error. If you're this inefficient at work, what is home li- do - how do you wipe yourself?

[Uncalled-for, news announcer man.]

Ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy this music while we figure out what's going on.

[Musical break number who knows. Just over 11 minutes remain on the countdown.]

In other sponsored news, Nuka-Cola is celebrating the success of one of their newest flavor launches, Nuka-Cola Victory, with an exclusive redesign release later next year. Students that read over 10,000 books can be part of the ZAP IT! Program, rewarding literacy with sugar!

[deep breath]

I don't like Nuka-Cola. Personally... I don't like Nuka-Cola. Too sweet. I don't drink it. But it's popular, I have stocks in it, I invest - I invest in it. I don't drink it. It's the way the world is. Just because it's popular, doesn't mean it's good, just because it's good, doesn't mean it's popular. A can of Nuka-Cola, what is that, it's energy slowed down, right? It's the energy of the universe slowed down, right? What are we, what am I? We are energy slowed down into the form of a human being. All that's about to stop.

[laughter]

All that's about to stop! All that's about to go away! Maybe there's life on other planets. Maybe there's not. Are they going to come save us, no! If I were on another planet, and I came here, I would have an endless belly laugh at our folly, I mean, the folly of man! It's funny, there's so much written about the "folly of man." I mean, read Moby-Dick. Read… uh… what di- what happened with the - the wax wings, the wax wing guy? Wax wing man, Mr. Wax Wings, Daedalus. What's his name?

[Arnold hazards a guess we can hear: "Shakespeare?"]

Arnold, Shakespeare? Arnold, Arnold, good god… Shakespeare? Where did you go - you went to one of these hippie schools...

[Arnold tries again: "I think it was Icarus?" The announcer is ecstatic.]

Icarus! Icarus. Wow! You are good for something. Wow, Arnie!

Now, Icarus, he was close to the sun. In a Vault-Tec vault, you'll be as far from it as possible. You will be up to 50 feet underground, in a Vault-Tec vault, safe and sound in the knowledge that the wax on your wings will not be anywhere close to anything that will make it melt, except our new Vault-Tec oven!

[The horns come in again.]

Where are you f- what's your family situation? Do you have kids or…

[Arnold probably shakes his head.]

No kids? Good for you.

[laughter]

Are you single?

[Arnold: "Yeah."]

Ahh, yeah. I wouldn't recommend going into a vault single. You might want to lock someone down and take you in there - if only to help you fight - and, uh, survive, it's good to have a partner. Yeah… oof!

Anyway, glad I'm safe and secure in my vault! Um… I'm in the tax bracket that kind of... automatically gets a vault, so, sorry everybody. Uh… I'll be, uh, doing this thing called surviving, while you are all burning.

[deep breath]

What's the point of any of this? What's the point of any of this? Nobody - nobody listening to this can afford one of these things. Everybody listening to this is about to turn into an idea!

[laughter]

Instead of a being! But, here we are! Let's whoop it up! Let's whoop it up! It's a big parade… for the end of mankind! It's a big parade! Here's the final celebration, Arnie! Here we are!

Let's stake our claim in a dying planet! Let's plant our flag in a dead rock, and see how we feel. Let's see how we feel after the flag is planted, Arnie.

[a deep sigh]

I don't know how much longer I can do this, man.

[another deep breath]

My voice hurts, I'm thirsty, we're out of water, the muffins they laid out at the top of the day are dry and old, I feel dry and I feel old.

I give up! I give up.

[chuckles]

What's the point of this? I mean, what's the point of anything? I'm... I'm broken.

[Emotion creeps in.]

I'm broken. I'm changed. I am broken and I have changed. I…

[one more deep breath]

Thanks to you, Arnie. Thanks to you, man. Thanks, you're the best, yeah, thanks to you, pal. Thanks to you, buddy boy. You are just awful. You disgust me. Yeah, I'm just - I'm sorry. I'm - I'm just… I'm fried, man. I'm - I'm fried, pal. I'm fried. Dead. Gravestone, dead. Oh yeah, that's, okay.

Oh, god. Where are we in the process of the door opening?

[Arnold: "Yeah, it's over."]

What?

[A record scratch stops the music. Two minutes remain on the countdown.]

What's that? Oh!

[The announcer clears his throat, and the music changes to a triumphant fanfare.]

Ladies and gentlemen, I'm getting word. Ladies and gentlemen... I've gotten word that we are star- we are starting, ladies and gentlemen. It's happening! Here we are! Here we are, we got it, we got it, and now…

N- and now, this afternoon is unlike any other afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. It was the morning, now it's the afternoon - here we go! The crane is loweri- Here we go!

[relieved laughter]

Okay! Really close to the time where I can go, and get out of here! The crane is lowering, it is happening, the tumblers are tumbling! The crane is lowering, the tumblers are tumbling, we are… go! We're going! It's opening! It's opening!

[The static image of the vault has not changed in the slightest bit.]

You try doing this! You try doing this, Arnie! You try filling the time! Next time we'll switch places, Arnie, and you can try it! Oh boy, oh boy, here we go, thank god we're doing it and it's happening. I see motion, I see- I see Vault-Tec… I am convinced! Guys, this is great, it's been great, Arnie? It's been great. Arnie, it's been great. You know, I hope we are in the same vault. I'd like to spend the rest of my life with you, Arnie.

[slightly unhinged laughter]

As long as this happens right now, I am fine with spending the rest of my life with you! As long as the vault opens right now. The fact that nuclear fire could fall from the sky at any moment has made this broadcast that much more important. Thank you, thank you so much for joining us!

#fallout #fallout tv show #fotv #the ghoul #galaxy news #prime video #amazon

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chaos theory trailer moodboard (+insane rambling below the cut)

THE INTRO TOOK ME OUT. i’ve literally envisioned what the newscasts/interviews about the nublar six would be like after their return and AUUUGHHHH. “we survived because we had each other” YEA YEA YEA THAT’S IT THAT’S MY FUCKING THESIS FOR THE ENTIRE SERIES SUMMED UP IN A SENTENCE I’M. INSANE. ohhhh i teared up seeing all the kids again, and ben giving the peace sign that’s my boy that’s my fucking son boy 😭😭😭

darius living in an isolated cabin with extensive DIY perimeter warning system and reacting to unexpected visitors with the business end of an electronic prod MY BELOVED. he is traumatized and i’m so so here for it. part of my issue with the epilogue at the end of jwcc was how… well-adjusted they all seemed but of course that was just a BRIEF snapshot to their current lives. i don’t think anyone could go thru what they did and just move on with their lives completely unaffected.

BEN…. either he responded to his trauma by completely immersing himself in gym culture, like many teenage boys, or his work on manta corp island with mae has involved lots of manual labor bc GODDAMN HE GOT BIG. i can’t say i’m a huge fan of his design, i actually prefer the jwcc epilogue ben, but at least they fixed his eyes. and ben and darius have always been one of my fave duos so i will take them in any capacity. even with chad!ben 😔

but the premise has me SO excited. as thrilling and compelling as classic dinosaur danger is, the real villain of the jurassic park franchise has always been humans. human greed, human cruelty. the commodification of science, disrespect of natural law and order, disregard for safety and due diligence. so seeing they’re being targeting by a mysterious someone (daniel???) in a thriller-type story, while dinosaurs ALSO HAPPEN TO BE RUNNING AROUND, has me PUMPED. it’s very in-line with jwcc’s theming so it should feel like a natural continuation.

animation looks about on-par with the first show, and it’ll be neat to see new backgrounds/settings. no hints of any new characters yet, and while it seems like darius and ben’s goal is to warn the other campers, not sure how much we’ll actually get to see of them. sadly i cannot fathom jenna ortega returning to voice brooklyn, she’s been rocketed to an entirely different level thanks to wednesday. i wouldn’t be opposed to a recast if they could make it believable. and GOD i’d love more yasammy to make an appearance 🙏

#jurassic world chaos theory #jurassic world camp cretaceous #jwct #jwcc

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rainylana · 11 months

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The beginning.

summary: a potential series that i had dreamed about. if you like this, let me know and i’ll write a second part.

warnings: mentions of a mean parent and eddie’s childhood, also this is not an x reader insert.

“Why don’t you go say hi.” Wayne offered his hand on the back of Eddie’s shoulder, giving him a little pat as he leaned against the railing of the front porch.

“To who?” Little Eddie played looked up to his uncle, squinting his eyes in the sun.

“I ain’t dumb, boy.” Wayne scoffed, nodding to the little girl across the street. “You been out here all mornin’ watchin’ er’. Go on, go say hi. Be neighborly.”

Eddie grumbled, shaking his head and looking down to his spider-man sneakers. “Don’t wanna.”

Wayne rolled his eyes. “You either go say hi or you’re doing the dishes.” He chuckled at the ten year olds whining, holding his coffee cup in hand.

Eddie plopped down the steps heavily, dragging his feet in the gravel. He’d been watching across the road all morning. A new family had moved in just across from his at the trailer park, and the little girl who looked about his age, caught his eye. She was pretty in her sundress, carrying stuffed animals and small boxes out from the pickup truck full of furniture.

Eddie looked back to his uncle begrudgingly, shoulders sulked. Wayne had to keep from smiling, nodding to encourage him to go on. He looked around for your parents, finding them inside through the window. He stopped, watching you sit on your steps with a barbie. His belly shook with anxiety, his dark curls at ear length, blowing in the breeze. “Hi.” He choked out.

Her big blue eyes looked up, smiling brightly. “Hello. Do you live here?”

He nodded, pointing back to his house. “Where did you live before?” He scratched his neck.

“Indianapolis.” She played with her Barbie, glancing up at him with squinting eyes in the sun. “Daddy is a writer. But he still lives up there.”

Eddie looked back to the window, confused at the man inside. “Who’s that?”

She followed his stare. “Mark. He’s mommy’s new boyfriend. I don’t like him very much. He’s kinda of mean.”

Eddie knew all about having a mean parent. “Do you like your mom?”

She nodded, smiling. “Yeah.”

He kicked a rock with his foot, glancing between you and the ground, not knowing what to say. He watched her adjust the arms of her barbie.

“What’s your name?” She asked, putting her doll in her lap.

“Edward Munson.” He shifted his weight awkwardly. “You can call me Eddie.”

“Meredith Steele.” She grinned. “Are we gonna be friends, Eddie?”

He gawked in surprise at the idea of having a friend, mouth falling ajar. He didn’t know what to say at first, but he nodded. “Sure, I- I guess.” He stumbled.

“Good! Momma will be happy I made a friend.” She stood up, holding her hand out to Eddie from afar. “Let’s shake on it!”

Eddie gave her a weird look before stepping closer, grabbing her hand and giving it a loose few shakes. “Need any help?” He nodded to the boxes.

“Sure!” She put down her Barbie.

Wayne’s heart was warm as he watched the interaction. It was hard for his nephew to make friends. He was awkward and shy, different, a lot like his momma, who was an outcast herself. He cared a lot for his sister in law, missed her dearly. His brother, however, he didn’t care too much for. He smiled at Eddie, struggling to carry the large box he’d grabbed off the truck, happy he’d found a friend.

#lana’s shit post #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #stranger things season four #joseph quinn #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanons

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obscureobsidiandraws · 1 year

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IDEAS FOR A HYPOTHETICAL BOY MEETS WORLD REBOOT

So, recently I’ve been thinking a lot about how I’d have done a Boy Meets World reboot if given the opportunity and enough creative control and freedom.

First, let’s start with the things that would be still kept from the original without getting into too much spoilers:

- Cory and Shawn’s bromance. Duh, it’s the main reason why a big majority of people keep coming back to BMW. It wouldn’t be BMW without it.

- Topanga being a girl that Cory initially thinks it’s weird, but eventually starts to like her, and finally becomes his girlfriend.

- Shawn coming from a less economically stable and more dysfunctional family that lives in a trailer park, and whose parents like to “go away from time to time”, to put it mildly AND kindly. Because of this, he has tons of issues and thinks he won’t get anywhere in life.

- Chet, Shawn's father, being unhappily married to a woman named Virna, whom Shawn believes is his mother, but who actually isn’t, something that Shawn doesn’t find out until much later, with Shawn’s biological mother being a sex worker he has never met.

- Eric being Cory’s older brother, who initially seems like a vain, self-centered teenager, more concerned with being popular and chasing skirts than his grades or his little brother. Don’t worry, he’ll get better after character development.

- Mr. Feeny being both Cory’s teacher and his next door neighbor, initially seeming like an old-fashioned fun-hating teacher who thinks of the Matthews brothers as nothing more than just two of the many troubled students that will come and go. Ofc like with Eric character development would do its magic again, with each character’s arc mirroring the other.

- Also Feeny being able to find love after he realizes it’s never too late to find a significant other, when he initially believed he was too old to do so.

- And don’t worry, ofc Eric would do the Feeny call. Like with Cory and Shawn's bromance, It wouldn’t be Boy Meets World if it wasn’t there.

- Mr. Turner as the younger, seemingly cooler teacher who would take care of Shawn after Chet basically abandons him, and becomes a substitute parental figure for him.

- Shawn having a long lost older half-brother named Jack, who comes from a wealthier background and becomes Eric’s roommate and friend when they start to go to college.

- Angela as a girl whose lost purse is found by Shawn, who while looking for its owner tries to deduce their personality based on what’s inside of it, which causes him to start to fantasize about meeting this girl whose name he doesn’t know and falling in love with her. And then once he finally meets her in person, starting his first serious relationship with her.

- Angela’s father being a sergeant, and her mother having walked out on them when Angela was younger, which caused her a lot of issues too.

Now let’s go with the things that would make it different from the original, starting with the stylistic and aesthetic choices:

- Instead of taking place in the second half of the 90s like the original show, it would take place from the mid-2000s to early 2010s, which was the time when most people who were born when the original Boy Meets World aired for the first time went from middle school to college, just like Cory & friends during the series.

- It would be animated instead of live-action. Why? Because I want to. Joking aside, I think animation would allow the show to introduce some elements in a much more natural way.

- It won’t have a laugh track like the original did, unless it’s an episode or gag that pays homage or parodies sitcoms from a previous decade. This one is kind of a given, because laugh tracks have gone out of school in recent years, but I still felt it would be necessary to mention it jic.

- And here comes the element that won’t be the biggest departure from the original, but probably the most puzzling one. It would have musical numbers. As in characters dancing and singing. At the beginning it won’t be a lot, as a reflection of Cory’s and Shawn’s attitude towards the idea of singing, but as they start to become more and more comfortable, there would be more. Some would be diegetic, others won’t.

And now to the plot and characters-related differences with the original. Buckle up people, because it will be a lot.

- First a significant change in Cory’s family dynamic. Instead of the show starting with Cory living in the typical nuclear family, it would start with Cory living in the suburbs with his mother Amy, a widow who works a white collar job, and Eric. Then Amy would start to date an employee in the store where she usually buys groceries, who would be Alan, who’d be only slightly younger than Amy and a widower with two kids too: a son with the same age as Cory’s who’s also Cory’s classmate, and a younger daughter who would be Morgan (but I’m seriously thinking about renaming her Megan). Amy and Alan would eventually get married, with a lot of the comedy and the drama from the first seasons coming from Cory trying to adapt to the new situation.

(Amy’s previous husband and Eric and Cory’s biological father would be dead, just like Alan’s previous wife)

- One in regards to Cory’s physical appearance: He would still have curly hair, but he would be a redhead with his nose and cheeks full of freckles.

- Instead of the show starting when Cory and his friends are in their last year of elementary school, the show would start the last summer before Cory’s first year of junior high, and follow him up until college like the original show (yk, if it doesn’t get canned by then). Also Feeny won’t be able to magically be their teacher from preschool to college. Instead he would be their History Teacher in high school, and in later seasons, eventually the principal of the high school Cory and his friends attend. And he would retire after Cory’s classroom graduates.

- There would be a long character arc about Cory trying to find his passion and eventually finding his passion in the most unexpected places. Initially he would try to join the school basketball team In high school Cory would initially try to join the basketball team, partially because he likes the sport, partially because his father was a star player in high school. (Sidenote: there would also be a recurring gag of Eric being a god awful basketball player) He’s initially rejected because he’s too short, but after he grows up and finally hits puberty, becoming as tall as Shawn, he would still be considered a mediocre player at best, and eventually Cory would have to accept the fact he’s not that good. Meanwhile, he would also join the school newspaper and the audiovisuals club because of a growing interest in journalism, until he realizes he wants to become a professional journalist.

- Talking about the audiovisuals club, extracurricular activities would play a much bigger role. While Cory joins the audiovisuals club Shawn is forced to join the theater club. There would be a little conflict because both clubs have so few members that, because of budgetary restrictions, they’re threatened to be shut down. To save both, Cory and Shawn come up with the idea of combining them, that way making one club with enough members. Also thanks to being in those clubs they start to befriend classmates they initially thought of as nerds and weirdos.

- Topanga would be raised by a single mother instead of a married couple, never knowing who her father is. Although she initially seems okay with it, then when she’s older she tries to find out which one of her mother’s three ex-boyfriends is her father. This is partially to pay homage to the fact that in the original BMW Topanga’s father was played by three different actors at different points of the show, and partially to make a bunch of break the fourth wall jokes about ripping off Mamma Mia’s premise. And don’t worry, Nebula won’t be retconned out of existence this time.

- Jack’s backstory would be changed a little. When his mother finally left Chet, instead of taking her son with her, Jack would actually be left behind in the trailer park with Chet and his newborn half-brother (Shawn’s birth would actually be the last straw that finally made Jack’s mother decide to leave for good). So Jack would spend a good part of his childhood in the trailer park taking care of Shawn, until he became old enough to successfully run away to live with his mother, being Shawn now the one left behind.

- And behold my Jeric shippers, because Jack and Eric would be both canonically bisexual AND end up together. Besides Jack Eric would also have another main male love interest, who’d be Mitchell Davis (yes, that Mitchell Davis), who would’ve known Eric since they were kids but who now goes to another school, the same as Jack’s. He would also live in the same trailer park as Shawn does.

- Lauren won’t be the girl Cory cheated on Topanga with, but instead the first girl he dates after Topanga leaves for the first time. Because despite liking Lauren, Cory concludes he’s dating her to forget Topanga, in other words, for the wrong reasons, so he breaks up with her. Besides, Lauren would go to the same school as Jack and Mitchell (everything’s connected).

- A seemingly very trivial detail: As a trademark favorite food Cory would love pizza so much that the place where he hangs out with his friends after school wouldn’t be Chubbie’s (although it would still exist in this universe, but it would more of a general place where John Adams High students hang out instead of just Cory’s group of friends), but instead a pizza place. Also this last one is a little bit anecdotal, but Cory wouldn’t mind pineapple pizza while Shawn would hate it by principle.

(this is getting quite lengthy, so I’d do a part II. There’s still a lot of ideas I have that I want to share with the BMW fandom)

Edit: Part II is already out. Go check it out

#boy meets world #bmw #cory matthews #shawn hunter #topanga lawrence #eric matthews #jack hunter #jonathan turner #mr. feeny #angela moore #jeric #shawngela #corpanga #shory

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smolsix · 8 months

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im back im back and im looking at the footage in this massive post WEE HEE HEE!!

no fr it's a long post

i went onto the website and Low is the boy in a mask and Alone is a girl with the wrench.

starting w the trailer

you can see Low here by himself which is interesting, in single player it makes sense to have one character before you meet your AI companion but I wonder how this could work in multi

Low is also by himself here, before the next scene where he meets up with Alone. So Ig Low is travelling and ends up with Alone.

In the trailer when it shows the busted mirror you can hear the ticking noise that is so well known in LN II for the section where Mono transforms into a new Tall Man (no i still do not believe in the time travel theory and I will not debate it < 3)

A NOME!!! ON THE LEFT!! while it makes sense emotionally that they are here (they are so little nightmares after all), logically it does strike me as curious. It was The Lady who turns children into Nomes, so either this one is just here (i know there's at least one in LN II) or other people can have this power?

Also it's curious they're holding a paper, wonder what they've found? Wouldn't it be insane if it was another advert for The Maw haha (in all likelihood it's probably a map of some sort since their goal is to leave this place, but it can also just be part of the trailer and not gameplay just to give us a better look at the characters)

the little umbrellas fiNALLY made me realise why the art direction feels so different, it's very tim burton. little nightmares could be considered as such but different enough because it lacked a lot of the whimsical aspects of tim burton's designs, but these have some charm to them that is whimsy enough that it is set apart. Anyways, the umbrellas are cute and i am guessing they auto deploy rather than you being able to use them whenever. I wonder if they're visible at all on the character's designs? since both characters have matching ones, do they get them somewhere? make them? i am interested in where they got these haha

also i noticed a lot of netting for this region, i know it's a desert style location (the website even mentions a fair park section and i am BEYOND excited for that because i LOVE clowns and circus stuff)

this particular puzzle is shown a few times in the trailer so they must be quite proud of it (i mean it is cute and i like it haha). i am guessing this is part of the fairgrounds section, as it did feel out of place in the trailer but would make a lot of sense for a location like that (it is very colourful which is pretty new for the series)

Also Low has this cute lil anklet omg

there is an axe here! i wonder if it dislodges when you solve the puzzle. the eye motif is back as it should be, it's very LNcore of them. im guessing the green thing is a giant crayon? being a too small child in a location made for children is a fun concept and furthers with the theme of subverting childlike concepts into something a bit unnerving.

initially i thought these were guests, but looking at the area more closely and now that i know there's a fairgrounds, these are probably The Dwellers and this is probably the fairgrounds.

ofc, we have the sewer hands. they are self explanatory honestly. but i can't help but wonder how they function in game as an enemy. i can see their surprise jump scare factor, but as an active enemy to avoid it does have me wondering how they will work.

the fuses are back! and there's the roaches. you can see Alone with her wrench out here, wonder if it's part of her idle or run animation at all? it could also be because Low has the fuse so she has her wrench ready for whatever reason. I want to say she could possibly smash roaches, but there's so many here I think it'd be impossible

strange thing in the back there........ the gears are cool though, wonder what they're powering?

these shelves are much like the ones in LN 1 in the swaying gnome section of the DLC i mentioned before, it's cool they brought these back as they're very reminiscent of the first game in general. But the jar is very LN II of them.....

I know I keep making comparisons between I II and to III but I honestly do believe the studio is bringing back a lot of motifs, imagery, items, and assets on purpose specifically to feel familiar enough to the audience who has played the first two and might be uneasy about the somewhat new art direction.

also very LN II of them~~ but this could be a carriage like from the fairgrounds? So far the trailer seems to be going in order of locations, though, so who knows.

i wonder what location this could be? And why is Lone able to use mirrors like this, and why is he only doing so now? He also travelled here alone, so I'm super interested in his backstory.

so i was surprised to see the website explicitly call this a giant baby and not a doll when it is very obviously one. unless it is a giant baby wearing a doll head?

the left eye (our left) also clearly has the ability to petrify people, too. the baby itself is very worn down so it's either quite old, or has simply seen a lot of damage. im guessing at one point its other eye also functioned.

this is VERY interesting. these statues of petrified people are larger than the MCs meaning they were probably adults, so the baby really does target anyone probably. it's also strange as these people look... normal? there's nothing going on with them, they are simply petrified. it paints a picture where it's possible that at one point, the little nightmares world *was* normal, and something happened that warped the adults. it's possible the giant baby is man made itself, idk what it is but it feels that way to me. i dont think it was just... born like this.

literally no idea what this could be about. i know it looks like a trash dump but i can't tell for what if anything specific. why the table with jars neatly placed on it? why the giant machine? initially i thought it was like a machine that'd scoop things and then drop it, but it looks like a chute which means something or someone is filling it somehow.

if you watch the animation for this part Low is pulling Alone who stops him and then lets go before they look at you, it's probably a simple animation but it'd be interesting if it told us anything abt their dynamic.

and then from the additional gameplay footage:

we have the eyes returning < 33 tho they do look different-mostly the peep hole is more narrow giving it a more threatening look (pupils become smaller when someone is angry for example)

#also ik now that its a bow not a slingshot #anyways i am so tired now #long post #text #ln 3 #little nightmares 3 #ooc

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fictionalcanadianshowdown · 8 months

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Toriko Nishina (blonde) is from Otherside Picnic a novel series/anime. From submitter: Silly lesbian who explores an alternate world full of internet creepypasta with her gf. knows a lot about guns. has two moms.

Bubbles is from the Trailer Park Boys, a cult-classic tv show featuring the comedic adventures of the residents of the fictional Sunnyvale Trailer Park, located in Dartmouth NS.

#character tournament #otherside picnic #trailer park boys

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tenaflyviper · 2 years

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A few picks from my queue, all currently free to watch on Tubi TV.

Horror:

The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari (1920)

Un Chien Andalou (1929)

Carnival of Souls (1962)

Blood and Black Lace (1964)

The Wizard of Gore (1970)

The Hills Have Eyes (1977)

Rabid (1977)

Suspiria (1977)

City of the Living Dead (1980)

Next of Kin (1982)

Sleepaway Camp (1983)

The Toxic Avenger (1984)

House (1985)

The Return of the Living Dead (1985)

The Stuff (1985)

Class of Nuke 'Em High (1986)

Hellraiser (1987)

Meet the Feebles (1989)

The Dead Next Door (1990)

Santa Sangre (1990)

Bride of Re-Animator (1991)

Troll 2 (1991)

Ozone (1994)

Bloody Muscle Body Builder in Hell (1995)

El Día de la bestia (1995)

Audition (1999)

Battle Royale (2000)

The Convent (2000)

Ginger Snaps (2000)

May (2001)

Undead (2003)

Train to Busan (2016)

Antrum: The Deadliest Film Ever Made (2020)

Comedy:

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes (1977)

The Kentucky Fried Movie (1977)

Elvira: Mistress of the Dark (1988)

SGT. Kabukiman N.Y.P.D. (1990)

The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (1993)

Series:

Freddy's Nightmares (1988)

The Adventures of Brisco County, Jr. (1993)

The Kids in the Hall

Musicals:

Forbidden Zone (1980)

The Happiness of the Katakuris (2001)

Repo! The Genetic Opera (2008)

Animated:

The Last Unicorn (1982)

Project A-ko (1986)

When the Wind Blows (1987)

Other:

Robo Vampire (1988)

Bad Boy Bubby (1993)

Manborg (2013)

Documentaries:

Film House Fever (1985)

Heavy Metal Parking Lot (1986)

Linnea Quigley's Horror Workout (1990)

Reflections on the Living Dead (1993)

Zombie Jamboree '93 (1993)

Flesh & Blood: The Hammer Heritage of Horror (1994)

Ban the Sadist Videos! (2005)

Horror Effects: Hosted by Tom Savini (2008)

Not Quite Hollywood (2008)

The Wild World of Ted V. Mikels (2008)

Monsterland (2009)

Nightmares in Red, White, and Blue (2009)

American Grindhouse (2010)

Celluloid Bloodbath (2012)

Eurocrime! (2012)

Inside Horror (2012)

Trailer War (2012)

Vampira and Me (2012)

Adjust Your Tracking (2013)

Birth of the Living Dead (2013)

Horrible Horror (2013)

I Am Divine (2013)

Monster Madness: The Golden Age of Horror (2014)

42nd Street Memories (2015)

Kings of Cult (2015)

Monsters Among Us (2015)

Blood on the Reel (2016)

Ghostheads (2016)

VHS Massacre (2016)

Greetings from Tromaville (2017)

King Cohen (2018)

Popcorn Fodder (2019)

Survival of the Film Freaks (2019)

VHS Nasty (2019)

Direct to Video: Straight to Video Horror of the 90's (2020)

Fulci for Fake (2020)

Hail to the Deadites (2020)

Time Warp: The Greatest Cult Films of All Time Vol 1 - Midnight Madness (2020)

Time Warp: The Greatest Cult Films of All Time Vol 2 - Horror & Sci-Fi (2020)

Hollywood in the Atomic Age (2021)

Oh! The Horror! (2021)

100 Years of Horror

#horror #recommendations #list #links

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dead-dog-dont-eat · 2 years

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Joker, running an illegal gas station: Unleaded, blue container. Supreme, red container. Diesel in the green. Okay, are we clear here guys?

Goon: Yeah, but how can you tell which is the Supreme?

Joker: What, are you stupid? You fucking taste it.

Joker: Unleaded tastes a little tangy, Supreme is kinda sour, and diesel tastes pretty good.

#dcu #dcu comics #incorrect dcu #dc comics #batman #joker #dc joker #dc universe #dc #batman the animated series #bruce wayne #batman comics #incorrect quotes #joker dc #the joker #source: trailer park boys #harley quinn show #harley quinn the animated series

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do you have any headcanons for goggles, jack knife or emo crys? im curious to hear about them!

all 3 characters hgrhrheggrgegegrhr gonna try (this is in the style of ye olde fandom and not like reader blogs)

Goggles

engineering science major (hes not a biologist, he doesnt mess around in chemicals), but boy loves complex math and building things that he's more of an engineering sciences

gay because he engages in anime, comics, and hes even touched fandom because hes's a real fan nerd (he learned that gay ships were a thing and it clicked for him why he wasnt interest in girls)

has a lot more money than you think, but he doesnt really boast about being rich (most of that money is always going into new materials for his family to upkeep the hyperfixations they have) and his actual house is like full minimalist modernism in canon

avid fan of hot cocoa + mini marshmallows (literally from one episode, but it's in my brain forever)

last member to meet the wild grinders, aside from Flip (this was the original intention back in the Ketterville canon but has been reworked to him being Lil' Rob's first friend for the Sprawl City today)

Jack Knife (theres a ton of info on his canon life, but thats another post for another day)

oppossum hugger, he will try to befriend any wildlife that visits his home, will even try to bring said animal to let his friends see

in Ketterville canon, hes actually homeless and his family moves around a lot and hinted that he could live in trailer parks, but personally like to think he has family all over the states and they welcome his family to stay from time to time, he currently stays in one place (his grandmas house) to be near his friends while his family decides to travel for the circus

the most failgirl of failgirls, but is actually a badass when it comes to knives and is skilled at tasks like wood carving and axe-throwing but will set the kitchen on fire he made lemonade

hes not at all a redneck or the american hillbilly stereotype that the Sprawl City canon makes him out to be, he's more of an Oregon lumberjack local whos a little confused, but he does his best to understand others

would cut tires though

he has one berserk button and it's extremely rare to see him angry, but when he is, he will not hesitate to fuck anyone up

but seriously hes the kindest character ever and doesnt care if anyone insults or smacks him around, but he DOES care when you hurt anyone he cares about

100% taurus

Emo Crys (this is my kin, not like a kinnie-way, but more of a 'thats my son!!' way)

failgirl #2, but hes living his best life being cringe and actually giving a fuck about others

in Ketterville canon, he used to just be straight up 'peace was never an option', but he mellowed out after meeting Lil' Rob and learned to not be snarky and sarcastic

the sprawl city canon wants him to be a brony, but really he loves a lot of animals and cares for all of them (but hed suck as a science major to be involved in animal care profession)

doesnt have a good relationship in his family and often sneaks off to be part of the wild grinders shenanigans (it's the reason why we cannot have him wear nail polish) he's doing his best to pass as a goth in his family situation

loves horror and monsters, would happily invite himself in the woods where Mothman is and walk outside at ungodly hours just to meet a cryptid or ghost

thrifts all of his clothes because hes sick of fast fashion and would rather tailor them to his style

scarf was given to him by Lil' Rob as a way of welcoming him to Ketterville (not even canon to the series, but Rob Dyrdek demanded hed have a cute gray scarf and even presented a gray scarf to Chris, the inspiration behind Emo).

secretly loves cats (and constantly gets scratched by the said stray cats)

#wild grinders #headcanon #jack knife #goggles #emo crys #ask #anonymous #holding back on my some of these to not be too shippy

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eddiexfreakxmunson · 2 years

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Worlds Apart

Title: World’s Apart

CONTAINS SPOILERS.

Pairing: Reader X Eddie Munson

Genre: angst with no comfort

CW: mentions of gross behavior (reader’s mother’s boyfriend hits on her), suggestive situation between Eddie and reader (not explicit), cursing?

Word Count: 2,380

A/N: This is the first time i’ve written for anything other than anime in like a year so I hope i’m still able to do it! It may seem a little vague at some parts cause I wrote it while sleep deprived, and I really had to convince myself not to make it into a mini series

They say that life kills young love, and maybe that is true.

It certainly was for you and Eddie Munson.

You could still remember being in that stupid, awful trailer park with him. The smell of cigarette smoke heavy in the air as he drove around, constantly teasing you for not being old enough to have a license yet. You used to shoot back a quick response of "only six more months, Munson, and then you'll never see me again!"

He used to frown at that, glaring at you out of the corner of his eye and huffing under his breath about how he hoped you never got it if that was the case.

You used to talk about nothing and everything as he drove, taking the back roads until they connected to the new pavement running through the nice neighborhoods. You'd pick the houses apart as he drove by, building your dream homes in your minds, even as you joked that it all was too good for you and your 'trailer trash' pasts.

You and Eddie hadn't been so different. With your shared expertise in absent fathers and your mother who drank a little too much all the time. It hadn't really mattered, though. You had one another, and that was enough.

Somewhere between those all-night drives and the safe evenings spent watching movies at his trailer when his uncle was out working- your mother's boyfriend had made a pass at you again- something had developed.

A hesitant kiss just to 'get it over with' had turned into hands on skin under the stars and promises of something better whispered against open mouths.

It hadn't quite been a relationship, neither of you ever uttering those three words, but it hadn't been nothing, either. For a while, it was enough, and you both had been happy.

Before everything changed. Before news of your father's death had come, and with it, the money. You never quite understood your mother's explanations as to why your runaway father had left you both so much, but it didn't matter. Because suddenly you were living in one of those nice houses in the suburbs, you were accepted at school, freed up your work schedule to join the student council and Eddie?

Eddie was left behind.

He'd never said it, but it was what happened. You'd just drifted. Your new friends thought he was a freak, and for once in your life, you weren't grouped with him. You told yourself you didn't tell them otherwise cause you figured it didn't bother Eddie, but the truth was that you were too afraid to lose all your new things and never could've guessed how badly losing him would hurt.

You'd give everything if you could go back to senior prom.

As Student President, it was the most significant event you'd throw. Your last chance to make sure everyone remembered it as the best year. And it turned out beautiful, couples gleefully getting their pictures taken together, and even the jocks respecting it enough to keep the peace.

Until Eddie Munson walked in with his friends, that is.

Your VP had tugged on your sleeve as you'd been pouring a drink for yourself, pointing worriedly to the group standing off against the basketball team, Jason and Eddie already toe-to-toe.

"Shit," you cursed, dropping your cup back in the bowl and rushing over, catching the tail end of the two boy's conversation.

"-last time I checked, it was my senior prom, too," he grinned at Jason, whose fists visibly clenched at his side. "You can go next year, reject," the blonde sneered, and you cleared your throat, stepping forward.

"Jason, you should go dance with your girlfriend," you invited, smiling sweetly as their attention turned to you, Eddie's eyes sweeping over you, his expression unreadable as he took in your form.

"Not until he leaves," Jason snapped back, and you rolled your eyes, your sweet facade dropping quickly.

"Jason, you're not the prom police. Just go dance." you sighed, having no patience for his bullshit. He made no move to listen, instead stepping further into Eddie's space, his friends snickering, eyes hungry for a fight.

"Jason." you hissed, shoving between the two men to glare up at the basketball captain. "If you start a fight, I'm gonna call the cops on your party tonight," you hissed, low enough that Eddie had to strain to hear, but Jason's eyes snapped to yours, narrowing.

"You wouldn't do that," he scoffed, and you raised a brow, your smile quickly returning as you saw a chaperone glance over.

"Try me, Jason. You ruin my party, I ruin yours." you challenged, and for a moment, you were sure Jason would start a fight anyways, letting out a sigh of relief when he only clenched his jaw and stepped back.

"You're lucky she's got a soft spot for freaks, Munson," he threw over his shoulder, his friends grumbling as they followed and disappeared into the crowd.

"Sorry about that," you laughed tightly, turning back to face Eddie, unaware of how close you were to him. You stumbled slightly over his feet, hand shooting out to grab his shirt as his hands landed on your waist to stabilize you.

Your eyes shot up to his at the contact, both faces suddenly red, and he cleared his throat, hands dropping. You followed suit, swallowing thickly as your hand fell from his shirt, searching for something to say.

"Not exactly blending in, are we?" you blurted, gesturing to his dress pants and white button-down, covered by the very leather jacket you used to wrap yourself in when his trailer would get cold. You hadn't meant it to come out the way it did, but he only grinned, shrugging.

"Do I usually blend in?" he pointed out, and you smiled, shaking your head slightly.

"No, you do not," you amended, his dark brown eyes boring into yours. You let yourself stand there for a moment before giving yourself a slight shake, smiling at him and his friends. "Enjoy your night, guys," you murmured, forcing yourself away.

It was hours later when he found you again, leaning against the wall outside the gym, cigarette held firmly between your lips as you struggled to light it, cursing under your breath.

You hadn't even heard him, but there he was, offering a light as he raised a brow at you, grinning knowingly. "Who knew Hawkins High's very own President still smoked?" he teased.

You'd glared half-heartedly at him as you inhaled, smoke filling your lungs as relief crashed over you. "I'm working on it," you mumbled, eyes darting up sharply when he'd plucked the cigarette from your mouth, inhaling as he watched you.

"I lit it; you have to share," he shrugged at your questioning expression, and you sighed, resigning yourself.

He leaned back against the wall next to you as he passed the cigarette back, hands shoved in his pockets. "You're gonna miss finding out who they crown prom king and queen," he teased, bumping your shoulder with his. "Isn't that every senior girl's dream or something?"

You coughed as you laughed, waving away smoke. "It's Jason and Chrissy; not much to dream of there," you flicked ash to the pavement below, tapping it with the toe of your heels to make sure it was out.

"Whoa! Spoiler alert!" Eddie protested dramatically, pushing off the wall to throw his hands in the air, one coming down to cover his mouth. "Now, how am I supposed to feel all magical during their dance?" he pouted, and you laughed, missing the way his face split into a smile at the sound.

"Guess you'll just have to pretend, Munson," you smiled apologetically, and he sighed deeply, taking the cigarette as you offered it again. He glanced towards the gym doors as the sound of applause and a slow song seeped towards the two of you.

"Better get going, or you're gonna miss it," you warned, hugging yourself as he eyed you, his expression unreadable.

"Has anyone asked you to dance yet tonight?" he asked quietly, and you shook your head with a shrug.

"No, but honestly, I've been too busy to dance," you admitted, watching him take a deep drag, smoke billowing out his nose.

You made a sound of protest as he dropped the cigarette to the ground, smashing it with his toe before he stepped towards you, hand outstretched.

"Dance with me?" he asked softly, and your mouth parted in surprise. Gone was the usual grin, the usual confidence that Eddie had always had. He seemed genuinely concerned, letting out a deep breath when you nodded, silently stepping forward to take his hand.

Like it had never left, that confidence returned, and he pulled you quickly to him, earning him a yelp as his hand landed on your hips, the other entwining your fingers.

"Can't believe I'm dancing to Cyndi freaking Lauper," he teased quietly, swaying you as Time After Time played from the gym, muffled but unmistakable. "Whoever picked this has awful taste," he added, laughing at your indignant expression.

"Excuse me, jackass, I picked this!" you defended, unable to help the grin that crept up when he pulled you tighter against him as you tried to untangle yourself, giving in and melting into his chest.

He swayed with you quietly after that, surprising you when he stepped back and spun you around gently, pulling you back to him, hand landing on your lower back to keep you close this time.

You hid your smile from him, dipping your head and shaking it at his dramatics while he moved with you, leading effortlessly. You could hear the song was nearing the end and found yourself filled with disappointment. In a moment, he'd let you go, and once again, you'd only see him from afar in the halls, that smile hardly ever--

He cut into your thoughts as he stopped for half a second, planting his feet and repositioning his hands to steady himself as he dipped you, face hovering over yours with a gentle smile as your hold on him tightened, fingers digging into the leather of his jacket.

He rose with you again, forehead pressed against yours as he slowed to a stop with the song. You expected him to release you then, but he didn't. Instead, he kept you close, breathing deeply, and you swore if he focused too hard, he'd be able to hear your heart hammering in your chest.

"Didn't know you could dance," you spoke finally, softly, given his close proximity, if only to cut through the heavy silence that now flowed between the two of you.

He scoffed at that, his voice strained. "You never asked. Besides, there's a lot you don't know about me anymore," he sighed, hurt seeping into his words.

You shut your eyes in shame as if you could hide from him, leaning into his touch as one hand left your waist to cup your face, his thumb smoothing over your cheek.

"Eddie-" you began, but he cut you off.

"I gotta know.” He laughed quietly, though there was no joy in the sound. “Did you ever...miss me?" he asked quietly, and your frown deepened. "They say distance makes people fonder, or whatever shit it is, but I guess not for me cause you uh- you didn't come back." he cleared his throat sharply as his voice cracked. Your resolve crumpled, stretching onto your tiptoes to slot your mouth against his softly, fingers curling into his jacket to tug him down to you.

He kissed you back slowly, his mouth molding over yours like he was trying to memorize its shape and how it felt against his. But he pulled away first, eyes squeezed shut as he thunked his forehead back against yours.

"You look really, really pretty," he mumbled, and then he was gone, leaving you alone outside to gape after him, the taste of his lips still fresh on your mouth.

He was gone before you returned to the dance, tears threatening to ruin your makeup.

You didn't talk again after that, not until shit hit the fan and Dustin Henderson and his friends had shown up at your house, a desperate attempt to find him.

You'd forced their hand, refusing to give any information until they'd explained what they knew, and you'd still been skeptical until you'd finally found him and he'd explained what had happened in his trailer that night with Chrissy.

You surprised even yourself when you insisted they let you go with them and help, making food runs for Eddie and keeping him company when you could, settling into old routines.

At one point, the two of you sat looking over the lake quietly, an empty beer pressed in his hand, and you jumped at his sudden laugh when you stood. "This is ridiculous; I'm wanted for manslaughter and being a cult leader, I watched someone die, the freaking basketball team is hunting me, and here I am wondering if the girl I've loved since I was 15 feels the same way I do."

You blushed at his words, his dark eyes turning up to look at you in the dark, an amused smile tugging at his lips. "That's pretty messed up, isn't it?" he joked weakly, eyes returning to his lap. "Think I've had enough of these," he added quietly, shaking the empty beer.

You said nothing, just sat down again, shifting closer to press yourself into his side, his arm automatically lifting to slide over your shoulders and keep you close. You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers, and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, lips pressed against his skin as you spoke.

"She feels the same, Munson," you assured quietly and felt relief roll over the man next to you, his head dropping to press a lingering kiss to your head as you smiled.

"Thank God," he breathed, laughing softly.

And even with everything going wrong around you, things felt right. Once again, you had each other, and that was enough.

You lost him two days later.

You'd thought maybe it was true then, sitting on the floor of your bedroom, wrapped in that stupid leather jacket, the smell of his cologne already beginning to fade; life did kill young love.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #stranger things fanfic #stranger things season 4 #stranger things s4 #t writes

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robotstrategy · 3 months

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Recalled • Part 4 • 27 - Keegan

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TW: Animal Death + Slight Gore (Trust me, you won’t like this chapter.)

The trailer park is colourful, there’s the patchy grass that is mostly all dirt at this point holding up all the trailers. The dull stained trailers in all different colours, but what’s more colourful is the people that live there. Keegan sits on the electrical box next to the main road waiting for his older brother to come home.

“Just sitting out here in your wife-beater aren’t you, Keegan?”

Keegan cringes, looking over at his neighbour, he sneers, “Don’t call it that!”

“But that’s what you call it? Don’t you?”

Before Keegan can say anything it’s like the wrong words start spilling from his mouth. “Hell no!” He awkwardly gets up off the electrical box, his mind is fighting with itself again. It’s been a year with Roland controlling his mind, and still can’t tie him down to his command.

Keegan enters his family’s RV and the smell of nicotine enters his nostrils. His mom smokes while looking at a magazine, probably daydreaming of all the things she can’t afford. Keegan has never really connected with his mom, yet now he feels some sort of sympathy but also anger towards her.

“What do you want, Keegs?” His mom asks, her raspy voice echoing through the camper.

“Roland has been messing with me again,”

“Knew it was a mistake to get you a new brain part, I tried to tell your father, but he wouldn’t listen, we could’ve put that money to good use.”

“Please, all you’d spend it on cigarettes.” Keegan watches his mom sit there, a teardrop lands on the magazine. “I know I’m hopeless, you don’t have to rub it in.”

Keegan is about to say something until he hears motorcycles roaring in the distance. He runs out of the RV towards the street watching as five motorcycles stop in front of the trailer park. The leader takes off his helmet and fixes his hair, he turns his head to Keegan, frowning.

“Oi Tony! You’re stupid-ass brother is still sitting out here waiting for us like he’s a little kid.”

Another one of the bikers removes his helmet, he puts two fingers to his temple, glaring at Keegan. Tony puts his helmet between his arm and his chest, grabbing his motorcycle by one of its handles pulling it off the street. While walking towards Keegan he grabs onto the back of the tank top, dragging him up into the RV. One of the other bikers passive-aggressively waves at Keegan as they go out of his view.

Once in the RV, Keegan gets out of Tony’s grip. “What the hell was that for?”

“Stop being such a friggin baby! It was endearing when you’d wait for us when you were fourteen, but it’s been three years. Grow the hell up!”

“I'll join you guys when I get the money, you know that?”

“Hell no you won’t!”

“Am too.”

“You’re such a whiny bitch!”

Keegan’s mom rises from her chair, filling her lungs with air as much as she can. “If you two are going to fight, do it outside, Myrtle is tryna sleep off a hangover!” She yells, surprisingly her yell is loud enough to wake up the pitbull a few trailers down.

“Or maybe you should just stop at this point.” Their mom looks outside at the pitbull. “Jesus, that thing is still kicking?”

“It’s only a five-year-old mom,” Tony mutters, “and its brain is only getting worse and worse.”

Someone swings open the RV’s door, and all three of them turn around to see Keegan and Tony’s dad.

“I see the ole yapper is at it again?” He asks.

“Yeah, Mom woke it up with her yelling,” Tony exclaims, Keegan glares at him.

“Ah, making a fuss in here aren’t you Wendy?”

“Would all of you quiet down? Myrtle is trying to sleep!” Wendy whisper-shouts.

“Right, right.”

There's a second of silence in the RV, Keegan can only guess it’s between waiting for the dog to stop barking and seeing if Myrtle will get up because of it.

“Keegan still hasn’t gotten used to that new brain part yet,” Wendy mutters.

“Well of course, that Roland boy was violent, it’ll take some time to control him.”

“Yeah, but you guys got his frontal lobe replaced, that Roland kid will most likely control him in the end,” Tony replies.

“Are you concerned about me?” Keegan asks his brother.

“Yeah, ‘cause you’re not my little brother, you’re some stupid jerk who’s taken over his mind!”

Keegan scowls, “You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what I went through, huh, would you like to know what it was like to be unwound? I don’t like being here as much as you do.”

Tony and Wendy look horrified, his father says nothing. Keegan watches as his brother looks miffed, he then falls to his knees and puts his hands to the floor, he’s crying.

“Get out of here you hear me?! You probably went through a lot, but you can’t take my brother down with you, got it?” Keegan wants to scream back, but at the same time, he wants to run from the RV, from the situation.

What happens is that he looks like a lunatic as he rages and runs out of the RV over to the entrance of the trailer park, he crouches himself in the tall grass, planting his palms to the ground, and words start falling from his mouth again.

“Pfft, your family is worse than mine, at least my sister liked me.”

“S-shut up.” He mutters.

“And ya don’t even live in a house? Y’know used to hear that they’d give out three thousand dollars if you unwound your child.”

“Shut up!” He yells.

“Oh you know your family wants to unwind you, shame I wasn’t the toughness they were looking for. And that whole ban on unwinding, god, wish that came sooner, then I wouldn’t be stuck here with you.”

“Maybe you should’ve told the Akron Awol to hurry up!” His mouth stays closed this time, guess Roland won't say anything on that subject.

“Is that who stopped this?” Roland asks as he speaks from his mouth.

“I thought you’d know already”

“I make you do things, not remember them, idiot.”

“Fair,” He pauses, “You seemed quiet when I talked about him, why?”

“Can I remember things?”

“...”

“No, I can’t,” Roland says in a friendly voice, “Stupid!”

Keegan sighs as he gets up from hiding. “This has got to stop Roland, you can’t keep taking control of me!” Roland doesn’t talk this time, instead, there’s a wave of doubt that washes over him. Keegan knows why, he’ll never really get rid of Roland, not ever, unless one day he’s got enough money for a Biobuilder transplant. Well, unless he can scare Roland into submission.

Keegan knows from a neighbour who has an unwind part that unwinds don’t like the look of antifreeze. Something about the artificial greenness of it sends unwind parts bonkers. Keegan heads to the metal box welded to the RV; it's mostly filled with emergency supplies like nonperishables, an extra tank of gas, a first aid kit, and whatever the sort. Though below that is a bottle of antifreeze, Keegan shoves things to the side, pulling out the bottle, almost immediately his hand that holds it begins to shake. He unscrews the cap and sticks a finger in it, coating his finger in antifreeze he wipes it across his leg. His knees begin quaking as if he’s been kicked in between them, he quickly caps the bottle back up before Roland can try to release it from his grasp.

“Stop it! Stop it!” Roland cries.

“Pussy! Weak bitch!” He yells back.

“Shut up!” Keegan looks back up to the RV, Myrtle must’ve finally woken up to yell at him. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the only thing Keegan really woke up, he turns his head to look behind him, the pitbull charged at him, barely being held back by the metal peg and leash buried in the ground. Keegan looks it in the eyes, they show nothing but pure rage, it’s barking so much that spit is frothing up in the corners of its mouth. And yet, for how much Keegan is scared and enraged by this dog, part of him is worried about it. Keegan grumbles, he’s not worried for the dog but Roland is, Keegan backs away from the dog, and after a solid minute, it stops barking and goes back to its trailer and sleeps.

“Why are you worried about it?” He asks aloud.

“Thing looks like it has rabies, it’s miserable out here.”

“Psh, so I’m I.”

“I don’t care about you.”

“You should, if something bad happens to me, it’ll happen to you too.”

“Thought I told you before, I don’t wanna be stuck here.”

Keegan stays silent for a moment. “There’s a pocket knife in my jacket pocket, hurt me, Roland, I know you won't.”

“Just ‘cause I hate your guts doesn’t mean I want them all over the floor,” His hand pulls the pocket knife out, “Though…”

Keegan stabs himself in the arm and pulls down, leaving a giant cut all the way down. He winces and goes frantically through the first aid in the metal box. He sprays it with isopropyl alcohol, then shoves gauze on it and wraps it with bandages like his life depends on it.

“Ya better be livin’ on a prayer, ‘cause I don’t that’s gonna do shit.”

“You shouldn’t have done it in the first place! For the longest time, I thought you were harmless!”

“Ha! I don’t think I can kill, but I’ll harm all I want!”

Keegan sits in what little grass there is in the trailer park and thinks about what Roland said. He can’t kill. He doesn’t think he can kill. What if Keegan could confirm something about him? What if he could get Roland to kill? That pitbull is looking tempting right now, it’s about time someone put it down. Keegan had once read a horror story about the murderer killing the victim’s guard dog by filling up their water bowl with antifreeze and watching the dog drink it down. Roland seems to be afraid of the antifreeze, Keegan doesn’t think it would take much to convince him to do the crime.

Keegan looks back down at the bottle of antifreeze on the ground, he picks it back up. “How about we get rid of this.”

“Seems like a useless waste.”

“C’mon, by getting rid of this we could get rid of so much more, like that pitbull.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You know exactly what I’m saying.”

“I won’t do it.”

“You will.”

“Like you have any authority over what we do.”

“I told you, you have to stop controlling me, I’m going to get my way.”

“It’s just a dog, Keegan!”

“Don’t care, didn’t ask.”

“What are you going to do to it!?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

Keegan knows that the pitbull’s owner works a 9 to 5, and right now it’s 2:30, a perfectly good time slot. It’s easy to walk in between the trailers, RVs, and caravans without getting caught, nobody wants their doors to be facing towards the pitbull, all Keegan has to do is duck under the windows. He lets out nervous hums as he gets closer to the dog, who lays sound asleep.

“You must be excited.” He whispers.

Keegan tiptoes past the dog over to a white jug with an orange cap. Keegan notices that every time the owner gives the dog water he gives it out of this jug, the jug almost calms the dog down as even the dog barks at the owner. Keegan grabs the jug and starts filling it with the antifreeze, he looks on the outside of it as the level of the antifreeze starts rising. “No, no, no, no, no…” He whispers, it seems like Roland wants to talk again. As Keegan steps closer the pitbull starts waking up, but it sees the jug and stays calm. Keegan walks over to the water dish and starts pouring the antifreeze into the bowl, the pitbull stumbles over waiting for it to be all filled up. He stares at the dog a bit, noticing little things about it, it's got a bitten-off ear and snaggletooth. There’s a pink collar around its neck with the name “Shyla” on it. He can feel his body start to tremble as Shyla starts lapping up what she thinks is a drink, in some way to repress Roland, Keegan bends down next to Shyla and starts petting her head like he watched her owner do every day. Somehow Shyla doesn’t see the difference between some middle-aged greaser and a 17-year-old with liberty spikes, not that Keegan is complaining, he’d rather not be chased down by a rabid dog right now. Noticing that blood from his fresh cut is starting to leak through the bandages Keegan finally gets up and walks backwards away from Shyla, watching for any aggression.

“Are, are you happy now?” Roland asks.

“Yeah, I proved something.”

“What? That you’re a monster, that you're insane?!”

“You said you thought you couldn’t kill, so I wanted to prove that you could.”

“No! You did this, you made me make you do this!”

“I thought you were the one that made me do things, idiot.”

Roland doesn’t respond. “Let’s face it, you’re what makes me do everything, if I killed a dog, then it was you that did it. You’re a killer Roland.”

“No, I can’t, I’ve tried it before, it doesn’t work!”

“When?”

“I don’t know dammit!”

“Well, I guess animal’s lives don’t mean that much to you then.”

“No, no, they’re innocent, I’d only attack something if it attacked first.”

“Well, that dog would’ve hurt us one day.”

“But it didn't today, and if we stayed away from it, it wouldn’t have ever!”

“And what if it attacked a little kid, how would you feel about it then?”

“Would you have cared if that dog hurt a kid?”

“... Of course, I would.”

“You do realize you use my part to think, I know your nasty thoughts, you wouldn’t care as long as it wasn’t you, you sicko!”

“So why didn’t you stop me from doing this in the first place?”

“Because, because somethings I just can’t control, okay? Certain parts of the brain don't interact with me.”

“You seem a little obsolete.”

“Keegan, I am your frontal lobe when I figure out how to, I’m gonna make sure you hold your breath ‘till you die!”

“I hear that realistically takes 8 minutes, you won’t get second thoughts?”

“I won't!”

Keegan hears the dog start to wheeze and pant and it lays against the ground, the antifreeze is kicking in. Keegan grins as he watches Shyla die from afar, though it seems like Roland is trying to have the last laugh, or the last cry in this case as Keegan’s eyes are forcibly shut. Keegan growls to himself, Roland doesn’t seem to be controlling everything as Keegan is able to force his eyes open again with his fingers. No matter how hard Roland tries and no matter how much he wells Keegan’s eyes with tears, Keegan makes sure that Roland sits through every last of Shyla’s breaths.

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