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totallyhextra · 6 months

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People? In MY computer?? It's more likely than you think!

The following is a fanvertisment and is not connected to the show. ****Yet.*** *Also yes, this is the fourth time I'm posting this because TUMBLR WONT LET ME EDIT SPELLING MISTAKES!

ANYWAY,

Once upon a time, back in 1987, Dire Straits put out this music video for “Money for Nothing”, which, as you know, was a song about wanting my MTV.

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The video was made by two guys (Gavin Blair and Ian Pearson) on a very moody computer. After the video went out, these two guys went to a pub:

Ian: “Hey, we should make a whole show like this!”

Gavin: “Dude, making three minutes almost killed us.”

And so it was decided!🎉

The two guys were joined by two other guys (Phil Mitchell and John Grace) and created the Hub, which then became Mainframe Entertainment. They got even more people, and then they all holed up in this hotel.

They were mad lads with a dream: a whole cgi animated show, and they made it happen a whole year before Toy Story!

Behold! ReBoot!

(Yes that fever dream was real)

Now before I get any of this:

Let me lay this down. If you can’t with the animation of the first season because it was CUTTING EDGE IN 1994, you can close your eyes and listen to it. ReBoot wasn’t just a CGI gimmick. The characters are fully developed, the voice actors are peerless, the plot is sharp, and there’s so many easter eggs that you’ll never find them all.

Never

(And yes the episode "Bad Bob" was the actual catalyst for Fury Road. Look it up)

ReBoot is about what life is like in a computer (in the 90s, because it was the 90s) called Mainframe (because of course it is). People are sprites, the guys that look like 1s and 0s are binomes (which represent 1s and 0s). Bad guys are viruses, and the good guy is a Guardian named Bob, who is a certified cinnamon roll.

In the first season the eps are light and self-contained, mainly because there was constant friction between the Mainframe studios and the Board of Standards and Practices.

They still got away with some pretty dark stuff, like Megabyte (virus) making Enzo (the kid) watch his dog get sliced open (dog got away, obviously) , Dot (sprite) have a hallucinatory breakdown, and the fridge horror of realizing the thousands of worm things (nulls) that plunged off a bridge to their death were actually people.

And Hex's (virus

best girl) scary face single-handedly traumatized an entire generation. 🙂

But busting through a window was a no go, because WhAt If tHe cHiLdReN dID iT tOo?

Anyway, halfway through the second season, ABC cut them loose, so they were like, fuck it, we’re going to start going hard. The story shifted from episodic to arcs and things start to get serious.

Third season the show moved to YTV in Canada, which gave no fucks about shielding the innocent children.

So it got DARK

How dark?

The UK refused to show the entire season, so the audience there had to wait until pirated copies made it across the pond to see how it ended.

Also by 1997, the animation was gorgeous. (Best example of third season animation I could think of that didn't have spoilers)

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The show was green-lit for a fourth season on Cartoon Network, but halfway through production Warner Bros took over and the same fucking thing happened.

Because Mainframe was halfway done, they decided not to scrap all of it, but knowing they wouldn't be able to finish it correctly, Mainframe stripped anything that would hint at Season Four's true ending, then left what remained on a cliff-hanger of angst.

FOR 22 YEARS

(It's also why the last four eps of season four seem to make no sense)

And so it was.

Other crap happened, the soul left Mainframe, and its animated corpse spat out “The Guardian Code” in 2018.

But never say die! The year is (almost) 2024, 30 years later. ReBoot shall rise from the dead, because here come the documentary!!

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Do you dare see what you’ve been missing?

What the (UK) government doesn’t want you to know??

Then come on down to ReBoot!

We got:

Magnificent bastards with sexy voices!

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(Tony Jay at his best)

Kickass women who could probably crush your head with their thighs and you’d enjoy it!

Innuendos in a kid's show!

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💗 This adorable cinnamon roll!! 💗

Insane third season glow-ups!

YOUR NEW GOD

These guys!

(Gay roller-skating binome is my boi. I named him Jerry)

Nonstop cultural refs (You'll never find them all. Never.)

(There are literally videos dedicated to trying)

So many computer puns!

Body Horror!

Existential Crisis!

HAVE I MENTIONED YOUR NEW GOD?

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This is it, folks! The real thing, the gem hidden in the moose-filled forests of Canadia!🌲🌲🌲

Take a trip inside a mid-90’s computer!

See the World Wide Web! (omg):

Witness the original purple Gamecubes that randomly fall from the sky when the owner of the computer (OUR GOOD LORD THE USER) wants to play a game. If it lands on people and they lose, they dissolve into mindless energy leeches, fated to tormented by their former bretheren for all of eternity.

Just like in real life! 🙃

So watch the eps! They on YouTube!

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I think they're on Pluto, Hulu, Sling, and Tubi too! Also DVDs for people who have the patience to wait for them!

WATCH! BELIEVE! SUFFER THE SOUL-CRUSHING RAGE OF THE SEASON 4 CLIFF-HANGER!* (come on, its fun!)*

HYPE THE DOC!

The more people hype, the better the chances of actually getting it finished.

NOW SHARE THIS WITH EVERYONE!

And now I will leave you with this screenshot from the ep "Painted Windows", where dicks can clearly be seen drawn upon the wall behind the fleeing anthropomorphized television.

(PS: If you heard the clown pic at the top of the page in your head, you're welcome)

IMPORTANT UPDATE

This message is now approved by Gavin Blair! He's an awesome guy. Show him some love on TWITTER (fuck you musk) at @TheRealMrSweary Also, if you want to share this with non-tumblr friends, here is my attempt at a webpage version:

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astoundingbeyondbelief · 2 months

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Kaiju Week in Review (February 11-17, 2024)

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Warner Bros. unfurled the second trailer for Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire, which seems to be going over much better than the first. There are multiple glimpses of the ice Titan Shimo throughout, and an even briefer look at Mothra reflected in Jia's eye. (My favorite shot, of course, is Kong decking Skar King as he's holding out Suko like a wriggling shield.) The rough shots from trailer #1 still look rough, but at least the new footage is more impressive.

The new issue of Empire (how fitting) has a short article on GxK—the big revelation there is that Godzilla Evolved is pink simply because that's director Adam Wingard's favorite color. Collaborations are also popping up. Circle K is offering a movie-branded sandwich, chocolate bar, and Froster drinks/cups. Godzilla and a seriously wizened Kong are also entering the mobile game Lords Mobile.

I don't know much about Oscar politicking, but Takashi Yamazaki's strategy of bringing a model Godzilla with him everywhere he goes seems like a winner. Both appear in the "class photo" taken of all the nominees at the Oscar Nominees Luncheon. At the same event, Yamazaki and Godzilla met with Steven Spielberg, who told Yamazaki he had seen Godzilla Minus One three times. Posting their photo together on Twitter, Yamazaki said he had "met God."

Toho's English Godzilla YouTube channel also uploaded a six-minute video on Minus One's VFX, with a focus on the various ways the production was able to shave off costs. Officially translated behind-the-scenes featurettes for Toho Godzilla films are a rarity, a sign of how badly they want that little gold statue. It's worth watching just for Yamazaki scooting his chair around the office.

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Shout! Factory's onslaught of old Toei tokusatsu films on its streaming service turned out to be a prelude to offering them all on disc. The Classic Tokusatsu Collection Blu-ray set includes Planet Prince (1959; called Prince of Space), Invasion of the Neptune Men (1961), Watari the Ninja Boy (1966), The Golden Bat (1966; called Golden Ninja), Magic Serpent (1966; called Dragon Showdown) , Ninja Scope (1969), and Terror Beneath the Sea (1966). None have ever been released on English-friendly Blu-ray before; some haven't even made it to DVD. The set is $70 and limited to 2,500 copies.

Major caveats seem to accompany every English-language release of vintage tokusatsu these days, and unfortunately this set's no exception. Despite the existence of English dubs for at least some of these films (two of them riffed on Mystery Science Theater 3000), only Terror Beneath the Sea is dubbed; the rest are Japanese-only. And the dubbed Prince of Space well-known to MiSTies was actually an amalgamation of Toei's two Planet Prince films, only the first of which is present here. (Even the first film seems like it's going to be in upscaled standard-def, going off the streaming version.) No special features in the production description either, although one person who got the set early reports that at least one trailer is included (for Invasion of the Neptune Men).

IDW has announced still another Godzilla miniseries, Godzilla: Skate or Die. First-issue description:

It's Australian skater punks versus Varan and the King of the Monsters in this thrilling debut issue by writer/artist Louie Joyce (A Fistful of Pain)! Four years ago, four best friends and die-hard skaters found the perfect location for a DIY skatepark. After months of hard work, they created the world’s sickest spot that they could enjoy for the rest of their lives… That is, until the ferocious Varan appeared in the middle of central Australia and started making a beeline for their beloved park. Why is Varan on a rampage? Why did Godzilla just appear off the coast? What does their beloved skate spot have to do with this? And most importantly…what are these punks willing to do to save it?

Sounds like there's a lot of author appeal here, as Joyce is Australian and calls the tale "inspired by all the amazing DIY spots I've had the privilege of skating[.]" And a meaty role for Varan is a pleasant surprise.

Perhaps inspired by the success of Troll on Netflix, we've got another Scandinavia giant monster movie on the way. Kraken will be directed by Pal Oie (Dark Woods) from a script by Vilde Eide. No cast yet, but here are the plot details divulged by The Hollywood Reporter:

[T]he thriller will follow Johanne, a marine biologist who encounters several strange occurrences while researching a fjord, including the brutal deaths of two local teenagers. “At the bottom of Norway’s deepest fjord rests a mythical monster as large as a mountain, with a myriad of arms ready to crush and devour anything they can grab,” the film’s synopsis reads.

Krakens are certainly having a moment in giant monster stories right now, between Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken and the three that somehow wound up connected to the Monsterverse. (To wit: Na Kika was originally called Kraken, the unnamed antagonist of Skull Island bore the same name internally, and the guardian of Atlantis in the Justice League crossover comic is a Kraken as well.) This seems like a more back-to-basics approach.

#godzilla x kong the new empire #godzilla #king kong #shimo #skar king #kraken #godzilla skate or die #godzilla minus one #shout factory

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talltalesandbedtimestories · 6 months

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“Hard Boot” - Dean x Reader

Part of the “Control Panel” Series

Rating Mature

Dean x Reader (Newly Established Intimate Relationship)

Tags: Dean Angst and Self-Loathing, Inability to Word, Adult Language, Dean POV

Word Count: 2500

After one night of sexual exploration, a case lured you both back into hunting mode. There was hardly time to breathe, let alone figure out how you were collectively supposed to handle this new aspect of your relationship. Is it any wonder Dean had to go and mess it up? That’s his expertise.

Note: You don’t have to read the first part, Factory Reset, to get the gist of this “What the heck are we supposed to do now? Friends to lovers” trope. But if you’re intrigued by these two, please try it.

I'm participating in @jacklesversebingo and this part will fill my "Admit it." square.

Image created in Canva (credit for photo used: Supernatural/Warner Bros.)

The shot glass tinks atop the counter. It’s barely audible. Dean glances up and the bartender appears, summoned by the tell tale call of a drunk.

Not just any drunk. The Fuck It Up Seven Ways To Sunday kind of drunk. Also known as Dean Winchester.

The bar is deserted. It’s 1:00 pm on a Wednesday outside the touristy parts of New Orleans.

The bartender tips the whiskey bottle in her hand. Dean nods. She pours.

“So, what exactly are you tryna drown, cher? Cause it might be easier to head a little north and walk into Lake Pontchartrain.”

Dean snorts. “Trust me, that’s crossed my mind.”

All the wrinkles in the older woman’s face droop along with her frown. “It can’t be that bad. Unless you’re broke… or your heart is.”

Dean shifts atop the stool. “My wallet’s full, thanks. Leave the bottle.”

Dean grunts at his inability to put one foot in front of the other trekking down the hallway to the hotel room. The air is spinning around him in a vortex, forcing his body to lean to the right even though his brain tries to rationally push forward. He’s in an anti-funhouse of his own creation.

He doesn’t remember how he finally gets into the room. Just that he is. He flops on the bed. Breathes in deep and holds it. Staving off the nausea that he deserves.

You should be here. Beside him. Celebrating a win.

He closes his eyes and lets the pain and loss keep him company instead in the late afternoon.

Sleep eludes him. He tosses. Turns. Spends time with his head hanging over the toilet bowl.

He stares at the alarm clock on the nightstand as it ticks over into 10 PM territory. When his eyes peel open again, it’s sometime after 1 AM.

He sniffs the air.

He smells you.

Before he can realize it’s a mistake, he springs to sitting. The hammer nailing together a house in his head takes a back seat to the elation seeing you sat at the foot of the bed.

You look demure in your side saddle position. The patient stare has Dean wondering how long you’ve been watching him sleep.

He wants to ask. But he’s afraid anything he says is going to be wrong. So he just stares back.

Your face is void of any discernible emotion.

And that freaks Dean out more than anything. Because even when he couldn’t read you like a book, he could at least hazard a guess. Even if it was wrong, it was something.

But all he sees now is a shield. A wall that he’s caused.

“I’m gonna head out.” You state in a curt tone that leaves no room for debate.

“You already were out.” The head pounding irritation preoccupies him enough that the sass spills out, uncontrolled. Your lids slit for a second. Well, he got some reaction.

“I-” You straighten up. A sorry attempt at a laugh huffs out. “Forget it.” You’re up off the bed and snagging items dropped around the room. Things are stuffed into your bag with haste.

Dean wants the elation to return to the room. Twenty-four hours prior, you were smiling. Eager to track down the Djinn. It had been a day’s drive from Lebanon to New Orleans, with a 6-hour stop in between at the Cradle Rock Motel.

Dean would have done whatever you wanted in that motel room. All that possibility and you had him flying high on adrenaline. You’d handled him with kid gloves and given him an experience he’d cherish, even if he was still sore. He would have let you strap on Marvin again and fold him like Origami. He wanted that again. He wanted it all with you.

But all you had wanted in the end as you laid in bed was to curl up and sleep in his arms. You wanted to rest before getting back on the road in your separate rides.

And the simple act of being with you. Static. Stationary. Silent. That was wonderful, too.

There was the promise of staying in bed for days after you took care of the monster together. Lingering lips. Suggestive smirks. Greedy gropes.

All of that was a distant memory now.

You throw the duffle over your shoulder. “Bye, Dean.”

He bungees off the bed. Rushes to the door to wedge between you and the exit. “That’s it?” His stomach roils at the exertion but he pushes it down.

Your voice doesn’t waver. “For now. Yeah.”

Dean holds his ground for another second. Two. Three. Four.

“Don’t make it worse.” You plead.

That reminds him the ownness of this whole mess is in fact on him. And he relinquishes.

And watches you walk out the door.

Dean clinks down the iron bunker stairs. Three weeks of hunting non-stop has joints creaking, muscles aching. He plans to beeline it to the showers and let the glorious water pressure ease some of the pain. There’s also an 80-year old bottle of Macallan in his bedroom that will ease everything else.

Sam’s out at Eileen’s. The texts back and forth earlier were short and mainly for informational purposes. Sam gave up trying to find out what was going on with Dean two weeks back. As long as he checked in and provided proof of life, Sam didn’t pester for details.

Dean marches through the war room, into the library, weaves the labyrinth of halls to get to his room.

He keeps his head down when he rounds the final corner. He doesn’t want to glimpse the door marked number 16 at the end of the hallway. It’s your bedroom. Well, whenever you crash at the bunker it’s yours.

There’s a twist in his gut when he realizes you might never sleep in that bed or cross the threshold into the Men of Letters homebase again.

He’s been avoiding returning because of all the reminders of you. The wound is as fresh and festering as it was when you left him in New Orleans. He can distract from the pain during moments occupied with cases and bad guys. This, not so much.

He opens his door, good ole number 11.

When he left this room last, you were here with him.

And goddammit. You’re all he can see no matter where his gaze lands.

The duffle drops onto the mattress. Another musty bed in another room in another hallway might be a better alternative tonight.

He considers it. He’ll decide for sure after his shower.

Dean grumbles when he gets back to the room.

It shouldn’t be possible and his mind must be playing tricks on him, but he thinks he catches the scent of you.

Yeah, he can’t sleep in here tonight.

He runs a hand through his towel dried hair and peels off Tad’s robe. He toes out of the slippers and tugs on a pair of sweats and a well-worn henley. The realization he’s donned the shirt inside out takes a backseat to the more important matter of grabbing the bottle of Macallan.

He shuffles over in bare feet and squats by the cabinet under his desk. His mouth is watering in anticipation of that smooth amber-colored nectar coating his throat.

“What the fuck?” he mumbles in confusion.

The bottle is gone.

“Looking for this?”

Dean stills at the question floating over his shoulder.

The voice isn’t something he expected to hear back at the bunker anytime soon. Maybe ever.

He rises, inhales through his nose. Mentally prepares for when he turns and faces you.

When he does rotate on his heels, he purses his lips into a tight line. He can’t let the impulse to smile win out.

You're wearing one of his flannels. It’s the black, white and gray one he hasn’t worn in ages. And the way the sweatpants hang loose and baggy and obscure your feet; well, he’s pretty sure those are his, too. Leaning against the doorsill, you look as if you’re trying way too hard to appear casual about any of this. The bottle of Macallan in your grip is displayed as a peace offering.

There’s the tiniest grin quirking up your lips. You look at the bottle, then to Dean. “I was keeping an eye on it.”

Dean inspects the liquid level of the scotch as a distraction. If he stares at that mouth of yours a second longer, he’ll forgive you for anything. “That’s about four fingers lighter than when I left.”

Your brows raise. Mouth opens. Dean knows you're ready to dispute his measurements. But something else clicks in Dean’s head and he doesn’t give you a chance.

“How long have you been staying here?”

You sigh and enter the bedroom. The bottle rests on the tiny corner table. You collapse into the chair beside it. “This’ll be my third night.”

Dean stands there. Blinks. You settling in is hopefully a good sign.

“Sam gave me a heads up that you were coming back some time tonight.”

“Why didn’t you high tail it out of here when you got wind of me?” Dean asks.

Your mouth tilts into a frown. “I came here to wait for your slow ass to return, Winchester.” You thumb at the bottle. “I may have needed some liquid courage during my stay to, you know, stick around.”

Dean crosses his arms, determined not to give an inch. Doesn’t matter how goddamn sexy you look. How your hair’s mussed from laying in bed. How his oversized shirt is unbuttoned enough at the collar to display the lovely expanse of skin from the column of your neck to the round of your shoulder. He prepares for the flailing you must have been wanting to give him so badly that you camped here for days. He tries not to think about how much he’d love to bend over so you can give him a spanking.

You stare up at him from the chair. “Oookaayyy.” Palms run over cloth-covered thighs. “I wanted to explain myself. Back in New Orleans.”

Dean shrugs, his crossed arms lifting up with the movement.

“We were a mess on that hunt.” You start. “All sorts of wrong. Second guessing. Getting in each other’s way. That Djinn got the upperhand on us because we were sloppy.”

Dean scoffs. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“You tackled it while I was about to kill the fucking thing.” You counter.

“You were getting choked out WHILE it was lighting up like an electric smurf.” Dean’s voice rises.

“I had the silver knife to its throat UNTIL you hip checked and then rolled around with Mr. Sandman doing the horizontal mambo.”

“Who was trying to pull it off me only to get a nasty throat punch?”

You raise both hands. “Look, my point is we were off our game. And I’ve never, ever had to worry about you having my back. Until that hunt.”

Dean rolls his shoulders like he’s ready to take flight. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Do you think I’m a good hunter?” you ask.

“What the hell kind of question is that?”

“A simple one.” A tap on the table precedes your rise. You stroll with purpose towards him. “Do you think I’m a good hunter?” you repeat.

“Of course I do. You might even be the third best hunter on the planet.”

You smile and, dammit, Dean melts a little. You clear your throat and the smile fades. “Then why didn’t you let me do my job?”

Dean stills. He watches your frame relax. The bravado seeps from your posture.

“Things are different between us now.” You sigh. “I hoped that what we did would bring us closer. More in sync on a hunt. But it did the exact opposite.” Another step brings you right up into Dean’s space. You latch onto a forearm. “Your head wasn’t in that hunt with me.”

“It was.”

You shake your head. “No. Your heart was. And so was mine.” Your voice breaks a little. “All I could think about was how I needed to protect you.”

“When do we not think about protecting a hunting partner?”

“That’s gotta go hand in hand with the mission, though; not take over.” The warm fingers drop from Dean’s arm. “I told Sam what happened.”

Dean rolls his eyes. “And what did Mr. Know It All have to say?”

Your shoulder lifts and almost touches your ear. “He said ‘welcome to the club.’”

“Huh?”

“Sam said you must care about me an awful lot if you were constantly undermining my ability to actually get the fucking job done. That sacrificing yourself is part of your DNA.” A full-watt smile - the one that makes Dean’s insides warm up - graces your face. “That you’ll die a hundred times over to prevent the recipient of all that care and concern from even getting a splinter in their thumb.” The snark in your tone is sharp and cutting. “Admit it.”

“Well, that’s just a flat out exaggeration.”

Suddenly, all of the playfulness in your expression is gone. You frown. “You don’t care about me like that?”

“What? No. I mean, yes, of course I care about you like that.”

“Good.” The smile returns. “Because I know for a fact that none of that is an exaggeration where Sam is concerned. You’ve figured out how to make it work with Sam. You and I are going to have to make that happen, too.”

Dean’s grinning back. “Any suggestions?”

“You could follow my lead and do what I say at all times.” You offer.

“I’m all about that in almost every scenario. Except when we’re hunting.”

You nod. “We’re not hunting now.” Dainty fingers clasp over his hand. “I’m sorry I ran away.” You whisper, staring into his eyes.

Your small frame belies your strength and formidable capability when it comes to a hunt. And though Dean’s only had one taste of your dominance in bed, you handled him with care and exerted contained control. But now Dean needs you to know how much he intends on proving his worth to you. He’s more than a deft hand wielding a machete. More than reliable backup. More than a decades long friend who can keep up with the tequila shots. He wants to be more than all of that for you.

He wriggles from under the grip to clutch your face with both hands. “I wanna tough it out with you.”

Your head tilts up and down in his hold. “Me too.”

You raise on tiptoes as he dips his head. Your lips meet in a gentle brush of skin. Dean’s skin tingles all over.

It’s only a peck. Dean pulls back so he can witness the bliss on your face. Eyes closed, mouth parted. You release a sigh. “Can we…” you start to ask.

“Anything,” Dean murmurs.

“Can we go to sleep? Start fresh in the morning? I missed you.”

Dean thinks his face will crack at the force of his smile. “Absolutely.”

#jacklesversebingo23 #dean x reader #spn fanfiction #angst with a happy ending #dean x you #dean x female!reader

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lol-jackles · 4 months

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https://twitter.com/sarafischer/status/1737577535876259874

Scoop: Warner Bros. Discovery (@wbd) in talks to merge with @Paramount — David Zaslav met w Bob Bakish on Tuesday at Paramount HQ to discuss — Zaslav also has spoken to Shari Redstone about a deal — WBD has hired bankers Story on @axios: https://www.axios.com/2023/12/20/warner-bros-paramount-merger-discovery-streaming

More studio news - WBD might be merging with Paramount.

Zaslav really wants the sport contracts that CBS has. It's been rumored for about a month that Zaslav wants to buy Paramount Global (X)

We joked that Disney should buy Paramount so that fanboys can finally have their Star Wars/Star Trek crossover. Back in the day the fandom war between Star Trek and Star Wars was fierce and fun.

Opening scene: The Millennium Falcon is being chased by a Star Destroyer and Tie Fighters. The Falcon takes heavy damage. Shields at minimum power.

When all hope is lost, a wormhole opens and out comes the USS Enterprise.

Admiral Picard: Fire phasers and launch photon torpedoes!

Admiral Kylo Ren: *raises his hand and freezes the phasers and torpedoes in mid route*

Yeah I'll pay money to watch that. But now that may never happen.

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genderqueerswagfight · 10 months

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Round A1.8

Link (Legend of Zelda) VS Bugs Bunny (Warner Bros)

[ID: A picture of Link, who is a blonde guy in a green tunic, carrying a sword and shield. A picture of Bugs, who is an anthropomorphic grey and white rabbit holding a carrot. /end ID]

Link:

Genderqueer coded? Intentionally designed to be relatable to boys and girls

Bugs:

They are the blueprint

#link legend of zelda #bugs bunny #legend of zelda #im not taggin WB lmao #gqs tourney #genderqueer swag fight #round 1 #polls

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thefirstthinguc · 1 year

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Warner Bros., 1952.

#Warner Bros. logo #Warner Bros. Shield

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acmeoop · 2 years

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3rd Dimension “Lumber Jack-Rabbit” (1953)

#50s #warner bros #looney tunes #3D #3D gimmick #bugs bunny #warner bros shield #chuck jones #michael maltese #gif #zoom in

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theretarparappa-2 · 2 years

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Star Butterfly in Warner Bros Pictures Style

#star butterfly #warner bros pictures #warner bros pictures logo #warner bros shield #warner bros shield logo #warner bros logo #svtfoe #star vs the forces of evil

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cogentranting · 1 year

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Marvel characters who have kids: Tony Stark, the Guardians (Groot being the kid), Scott, Clint, Wanda, and Phastos. (Also Bruce, and Thor, and SPOILER but they those kids got added at the very end of the project they were in so it doesn’t totally apply).

For Hawkeye and Antman those parenting responsibilities are literally their central character motivation. Wandavision is a different approach to parenting than what Cameron is describing here but parenthood is still central.

Superhero tv shows that focus on exactly what Cameron describes:

Literally the entire premise of Superman and Lois

In Arrow that is Diggle’s main arc in season 3, Oliver’s main arc is season 6, a significant portion of the arcs for Oliver and Felicity in seasons 4, 7, and 8; and Rene’s central motivation for the show

lowkey Fitz and Simmons arc in season 7 of Agents of Shield

I didn’t watch Black Lightning so I can’t tell you how much of the plot actually revolves around parenting but the main characters are a dad and his two daughters so I’d guess it happens a lot

Granted, when Cameron STARTED making Avatar 2, none of these examples had come out yet (the perils of taking 13 years to make a movie) but Incredibles had. And if we expand to address the broader “never deal with real things” claim, I could come up with a bunch of other examples starting with Spiderman 2.

BUT really the point I want to make is not that Cameron doesn’t know superhero media really well; if that’s not his thing that’s fine (although I might encourage him to not make very public very broad claims about it then). The point is more that this is the problem with people trying to sell their story as totally new or unique. I didn’t even touch on the idea that there are probably 2 million comics that deal with the idea, or a bunch of non-superhero media. And no matter what you’re selling it’s almost certainly not some totally new, fresh idea (and if it is, you probably don’t need to actually point it out. People will know.). But it doesn’t NEED to be.

Cameron could have just left it at that last paragraph-- “this is the idea I want to explore with these characters”-- and that would be great! I love the “what if these hero/warrior characters had to balance that with having kids” angle. I will eat it up in Hawkeye, Antman, Arrow, Superman and Lois, Agents of Shield, Thor etc etc etc. I can’t get enough. there’s a reason I’m literally begging Warner Bros to put Dick Grayson in The Batman 2. And legitimately, the angle of Jake and Neytiri having kids IS the main reason (other than morbid curiosity at the oddity that is Avatar) that I will watch the sequel. Knocking down other things just sets you up for criticism and unnecessarily puts fans of that other thing on the defensive.

#avatar 2 #james cameron #superheroes #mcu #arrowverse

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That Old Gang of Mine (Because mobsters are a match for Superman)

[All images are owned by DC Comics and Warner Bros Discovery. Please don’t sue me]

(Thanks to Krypto Dog for the clips used in this review)

If movies like Frankenstein and Jurassic Park have taught us anything, it’s that creating life in a laboratory never ends well. Too bad no one in Metropolis learned that lesson, and apparently it’s up to Superman to clean up the mess. I’m just wondering why it took him as long as an hour to do it.

If you would like to watch this episode, it’s available on HBO Max, but if you don’t have a subscription (like myself), Amazon has it behind the paywall.

We open with Perry and Jimmy preparing to take out a vintage car that was made the year the Daily Planet began publication. The car was borrowed as part of the Planet’s anniversary celebration.

Jimmy makes an age joke at Perry, but fortunately Perry’s in a good mood. Suddenly...

The pair are carjacked by...Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow? They’re looking good for their age (and for being dead for over 60 years)

They pair tie Perry and Jimmy into the other car in the garage, turn it on, and close the garage as they drive off.

As the exhaust fumes start to affect Perry and Jimmy, Jimmy notices the remote for the garage door on the car’s visor. He attempts to strain to press it with his head, but he knee hits the gear selector...

...throwing it in reverse. Hopefully Perry’s insurance covers that. Roll the opening credits.

We come back to see the Planet being prepped for their 60th anniversary celebration. Perry calls Lois and Clark into his office to relay what had happened in the cold open.

Lois says that there was a report last week of a man dressed in 30s gear who robbed a vintage gun collector. There could be a connection (YA THINK?!)

Perry tells them to investigate and to try to track down the car because it’s part of the papers history...

Ouch...

The star reporters begin their investigation with “Sammy”, one of the top agents for celebrity impersonators. Sammy hasn’t represented any “Bonnie & Clyde” lookalikes, but says someone by the name of Emil Hamilton rented a bunch of gangster costumes from him.

With that knowledge in hand, the pair go to leave when...

Yeah, it’s a lookalike. But given he fooled Lois, I’d say Clark knows where to go if he needs to be in two places at once.

Suddenly, Clark’s super-hearing picks up a robbery across the street and his telescopic vision sees a certain vintage car with Bonnie in the driver’s seat, so he excuses himself to “feed the meter”.

Inside the bank, not only is Clyde robbing it, but so is John Dillinger (who also looks good for a dead man)! Bonnie comes in to get the boys to hurry up when...

Clyde lets loose with his Tommy gun with predictable results, so Dillinger lights up some dynamite and throws it into the crowd! Superman shields the blast with his body as the trio get away. Why didn’t Superman fly after them at super speed?

OK, that’s a good (if somewhat convenient) reason. Superman flies the victim to the hospital.

A bit later, while Lois is getting statements from the bank employees and customers, Clark finally finishes “feeding the meter” (man, parking rates in Metropolis must be outrageous!) Clark “finds” something he saw Dillinger drop while he was fishing out his bomb.

As the pair leave the bank, Jimmy rushes up after snapping some pictures with info about the stolen car.

WHAT A COINKIDINK!

Jimmy goes on to say that when he found out he did some digging, and that a scientist did some digging of their own a few years ago (namely, someone dug up Bonnie and Clyde’s graves and took samples) Three guesses who the scientist was (HINT: he just rented a few costumes)

Speaking of Professor Hamilton, he’s none too happy his pet gangsters went out unleashed. It turns out that Hamilton cloned the gangsters and is trying to rehabilitate them by manipulating their DNA (you’d think there were enough live criminals to try that on)

[OK, put the brakes on here. I can buy that the mobsters’ behaviors are in part encoded in their DNA (the whole “nature vs. nurture” argument), but you can’t tell me that their memories of their lives and careers are embedded in their bone marrow!

OK, rant over.]

Just then, the last of Hamilton’s creations enters...

Al Capone (played by William Devane who, among his many roles over the years, played the head of Mission Control in Space Cowboys and the Bad News Bears’ coach in Breaking Training) Capone is none too happy about playing by Hamilton’s rules.

OK, why does a clone have a facial scar? No way that’s in his DNA!

The next day at the Planet, we get a bit of exposition about Hamilton and Jimmy reports that the fingerprints at the bank match the actual Dillinger and Bonnie and Clyde.

Clark suggests talking with one of their “ears on the street”, Bobby Bigmouth. As he and Lois head out...

Capone shows up to have a little “chat” with Perry about himself and his associates being written in a more positive light, then sweetens the pot a bit with more than a few pictures of Benjamin Franklin. Perry doesn’t react well to being told what to write and how to do so, bribes or no bribes.

Needless to say, Capone is a bit disappointed.

A bit later, Lois and Clark meet with Bobby Bigmouth.

I’m not sure if they call him that because he’s an informant or his appetite (he gets “paid” with a huge lunch) Anyway, Bobby tells the pair that an underground gambling club run by a guy named “Georgie Hairdo” (Georgie Hairdo? Bobby Bigmouth? who names these guys?) has gotten the attention of Al Capone.

That night, Lois and Clark visit the club.

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oops.

The next day at the Planet, the entire newsroom is distraught, but none more so than Lois.

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I will give the entire main cast (well, except Cain as Clark was lying low after he “died”) credit. This scene hit me right in the feels.

Meanwhile in Smallville...

...Clark is mourning his “death” as well, as he would have to eithe start over somewhere else or live 24/7 as Superman.

Clark mentioned the ticket stub he found at the back the day before, and Jonathan tells Clark that John Dillinger was a huge movie buff, which is how the feds found him back in the 30s.

Later at 1500 Old North Road...

Oh, you know a little thing like Clark dying wouldn’t dampen her ability to get into trouble for long! Lois sneaks in and starts snooping, eventually finding...

It turns out that Capone has taken over Hamilton’s lab and is making him bring back more Prohibition-era criminals.

Lois decides to take Hamilton to the police to tell what he knows, but...

The gang returns early. Lois and Hamilton hide in a closet. They overhear Capone planning on attacking the Planet during their celebration party that night. They just need to wait until the gang leaves so they can warn the Planet and call the police. However...

Capone drags Lois and Hamilton out from their hiding place. Now what is he gonna do with them?

Meanwhile outside a Metropolis movie theater...

Superman tracks down Dillinger and demands to know where Capone is, but Dillinger ain’t talking. So...

...Supes gives Dillinger a birds-eye view of the city but Dillinger still ain’t talking, thinking the Big Blue Boy Scout is bluffing.

...that’s not exactly a bluff! I mean, that’s some Batman-level shit there! Fortunately, Superman catches Dillinger before he becomes street pizza and suddenly Dillinger’s very chatty.

Superman takes a quick visit to Hamilton’s lab, but everyone is long gone. However, he reads up on Hamilton’s research before going off in search of Capone.

And where is Capone? Well, in true mobster fashion he’s taken Lois and Hamilton to a cement factory. Lois’s pager goes off (yes, the show is old enough that pagers and flip phones were the most advanced communication devices)

Capone throws it aside...

...as Bonnie starts to turn Lois and Hamilton into a concrete block. Then, in true villain fashion, the mobsters leave Lois and Hamilton to their fate (you’d think the Bad Guys would eventually learn to verify kills)

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Well, looks like the writers Superman found a loophole hat allows him to remain Clark Kent.

Meanwhile at the Planet, the celebration is in full swing when...

Capone lines everyone against the wall to reenact the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre (but the episode originally aired in November!)

Fortunately, the cavalry has arrived!

(Well, Lois and Clark anyway)

Upstairs, Capone’s gang opens up on the Planet staff, but...

...Superman catches all of the bullets at super-speed.

Emboldened by the appearance of the Man of Steel, Perry and the party goers round up Capone’s gang, but Capone manages to escape...

...though not for long.

After the mop-up is over...

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On the way home, Lois bares her soul to Clark and says she’s ready to take their partnership...and their friendship...to the next level.

Too bad Clark isn’t awake to hear it.

#DC comics #superman #Lois Lane #Lois and Clark #al capone #bonnie and clyde #john dillinger #Dean Cain #Teri Hatcher #william devane #Fan Colored Glasses

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