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iridescentjin · 4 years ago

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Passion Project

Summary: artist!yoongi x poet!reader. yoongi and yn are friends that are attending the same university. in need of a muse for his latest assignment, yoongi turns to you for a rather intimate portrait.

Genre: fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Warnings: some swearing, teeth rotting, heart aching, cliche ass fluff

a/n: This is my contribution to the @heartsforbtsnet’s “The Chronicles of y/n” collab. It was tough for me to write only fluff, but I loved it. I love Yoongi 🥺. There will be an nsfw follow-up piece.

WC: 3830

Everyone always said “don’t go to art school,” and “what are you going to do with a fine art degree?”

You didn’t know, but you knew what you loved. Your passion is split between creative writing and film photography. You would give anything to be able to write poetry for a living, but you know that you’re no Rupi Kaur. Opportunities for poets aren’t very common. But you remained true to yourself, writing everything at every given opportunity.

You fell in love with photography at 13. You had saved up all of your spare money for a year to be able to take Film Photography 101 at the local youth center. From the first roll of film that you processed, you were in love. And now you’re here. Studying the things you love most.

You were filling an elective requirement and taking an intro to drawing course. Most of the people in there were musicians or writers or photographers like yourself. One of them was the music production and painting major Min Yoongi. You thought it was weird to see him in that class the first time you saw him there. Painters usually knew at least a little bit about drawing.

The first day of class, you’d gone around the room and said who you were and what you hoped to get out of the class. You had said your name and that you hoped to gain any skills in drawing at all. Min Yoongi had said that he struggled with still life, focusing mainly on the abstract in his paintings. He wanted to get better at figures. You could relate because you could draw a pretty decent mountain range, but a person? Forget it.

You knew Yoongi from around campus. A friend of a friend, kind of deal. You sat beside him and another Photography major that you get along with, Jeon Minju. Minju is sweet and silly. Yoongi is quiet and sarcastic. It was a weird juxtaposition that you found hilarious. Drawing might just be your favorite class this semester for that simple reason.

The class started out easy enough. Only drawing shadows. One continuous line drawing. Your favorite was playing with charcoal. It was just fun to manipulate and smudge. You loved playing with negative space and light. And getting your fingers covered made you feel like a child playing with chalk.

Yoongi and Minju were both good with light as well. Yoongi’s shadow drawings were incomparable with the rest of the class. You kept thinking to yourself that it was absurd he was here.

Until it came time for figure drawing.

That’s when you realized that though most artists can figure out light and shadows...figures are something completely their own. You listened carefully to every word from the professors mouth, trying to improve your craft. You were not great by any definition of the term, but man, were you better than Min Yoongi. His drawings looked like they were done by first graders who were trying their hardest to make anything look right but just couldn’t get it.

You tried to encourage Yoongi and not laugh at his drawings, but sometimes it was hard when the person in it looked like a straight up penis.

“Dude,” you said to him once, “you’ve seen a person before, right?”

He had blushed crimson and turned away from you. You felt a little guilty about making him embarrassed, and you tried to walk it back. The damage had already been done, and he didn’t show you any of his drawings for 2 weeks. When he finally showed you one, it was so much better.

“Yoongi, honestly I’m sorry I made fun of you, but this is so good.”

It wasn’t “so good,” but it was pretty good. You wanted to boost his confidence. It seems to work all right, and he starts showing you more of his drawings. You feel a slight feeling of redemption inside at fixing your own mistake.

Over the course of the semester, you, Yoongi, and Minju spent a lot of time together. Something about bonding over the stress of not being good at drawing had bonded the three of you. Every Thursday you eat lunch together at the taco stand in the student center. You even organized a couple of movie nights, watching B-movies together and laughing at how terrible they are.

Birdemic: Shock and Terror was one of your favorites. The three of you had laughed so hard at it because none of it made any sense, and it looked like it was filmed on the cheapest piece of crap camera in the weirdest locations possible.

You sat in your living room, eating popcorn and chips, watching the movies together. It started out kind of awkwardly keeping your distance from each other. Minju on one side of you, Yoongi on the other.

You kept your shoulders away from both of theirs, tending to lean further toward Minju just because you didn't want to make Yoongi uncomfortable. You felt unsure about him at first. Soon you'd started to get to know him more, and you learned that he wasn't cold like he had initially seemed. He was funny and sarcastic. You loosened up. You didn't mind if your shoulder brushed his or if the two of you shared a snack, occasionally brushing finger tips.

It was comfortable, your friendship with Minju and Yoongi. The three of you nearly inseparable. Your schedule coincided with Yoongi’s more than Minju’s, so you ate lunch together nearly everyday, swiping into the dining hall and finding his friends or yours. They knew now to save 2 seats for both of you.

The two of you were nearly inseparable except for when you were in classes. He would meet you in the quad, paint splatters on his face and hands, beaming at you. It was such a seamless friendship. He was an introvert who was kind of over people. You were an introvert who was kind of over people. It just clicked.

****

One night in November, you had a movie night planned with Minju and Yoongi. Minju calls you around 6pm panicking because she hasn’t finished one of her photography projects. You had finished it earlier in the week, and you offer to come down to the photography building to help her. She insists that she wants to do it on her own, but she won’t be able to make the movie.

You tell her it was no big deal and that you can reschedule for another time. You text Yoongi, and he asks if you still wanted him to come. At first you want to say no because you aren’t going to end up watching the movie you planned. Then you decide that it would be nice seeing Yoongi anyway. He is one of your best friends anyway, so why not?

When Yoongi arrives at your door, he’s wearing a gray beanie with a square, unamused gray smiley face on it. He has one AirPod in one ear. His slight frame is clothed with a gray hoodie with a white shirt poking out the bottom. He has on fitted, tapered sweatpants with a white stripe down the side. Quintessential cozy Yoongi.

He has a brown bag in his hand that you can tell is full of food. There’s a small damp spot on the side from condensation.

“I brought food,” he says with a shrug.

He makes his way to your couch like he lives there himself. He tosses the bag down on the coffee table, plops down on the couch, and begins to rummage through the paper sack. He pulls out several different containers, each holding some of your favorite foods. You feel a weird feeling in your chest as you watch him sitting there, casually opening the lids on each of the takeout containers.

You shake off the feeling and sit next to him. You dig into the food, picking out pieces of oi kimchi with your chopsticks and popping them into your mouth. Looking at the table, you see that Yoongi got extra of your favorite, oi kimchi, even though he doesn’t like it very much. You smile at the sight of it then keep eating.

The two of you sit in near silence, chewing away on the samgyeopsal and galbi.

You turn to him and ask, “Do you want to watch a movie? It’s almost Thanksgiving. We could watch my all time favorite Thanksgiving movie.”

“Two questions,” he replies. “One: THERE ARE THANKSGIVING MOVIES? Two: YOU HAVE A FAVORITE!?”

“Well, one, yeah. And two, of course.”

You switch on the TV and click over to the hard drive that you have connected to it. You hover over the title “Thankskilling” and turn and look over at Yoongi. He reads the title and chokes slightly on his food. A satisfied smile spreads across his face, and he nods at you. Both of you turn your attention back to the screen.

The two of you laugh out loud immediately upon, “Nice tits, bitch!” being uttered by the turkey. Yoongi laughs hard out loud.

“Oh, I am so excited about this,” he utters.

The movie continues on, you and Yoongi laugh and add commentary as you watch. The tears brim in your eyes as you watch, and Yoongi grabs your leg hard as he laughs at “Gobble, gobble, motherfucker.”

You look down at his hand on your knee and stare at it for a moment. You feel weird seeing it there, but it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels warm, calming, and comfortable. Yoongi turns and sees his hand resting on your leg. He immediately pulls it away and looks up at you, cheeks turning pink. You turn away and try to pretend like you didn’t feel something in the pit of your stomach.

The rest of the movie, the two of you sit a little further apart from one another, still laughing and commenting the whole time. When the movie is over, you chat, turning slightly toward one another, joking about the turkey and school with one another.

After an hour, your roommate walks into the apartment from her study group with her friends. She looks up at the two of you on the couch and raises her eyebrows.

“Sorry, yn, I didn’t realize you had a date tonight. I would have stayed out longer.”

You feel the heat coming to your cheeks, and you drop your head. “It’s not a date. It’s just Yoongi,” you snap as quickly as possible.

You don’t look at Yoongi at all, so embarrassed by Jinhee’s comment.

“Well, I gotta go,” Yoongi mutters awkwardly next to you.

He gets up and stalks out the door quickly past Jinhee. He barely tosses a “goodbye” your way as he makes his way into the hallway. You glare at your roommate, and when she closes the door you roll your eyes.

“Thank you so much for making that as awkward as possible,” you say and begin cleaning the food off the coffee table. You sulk off into your bedroom as soon as you have cleaned up. Jinhee shouts sorry after you.

***

Near the end of the semester, the professor assigns you a project. Any medium that you want to use to draw. 5 human figure drawings.

Passion.

That’s it. That’s the whole prompt. He didn’t give you any more information. He just said passion. When asked by students, he did say that it could be the same figure or 5 different figures. Any size. Any paper. Any style. And an author’s statement about the techniques used and how it represents passion.

Easy enough. But challenging in so many ways. You decided to draw your 5 best friends - Jungkook, Jimin, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Seokjin. The passion there would be the different passions you see within all of them. Jungkook’s passion for boxing. Jimin’s passion for baking. Hoseok’s passion for dance. Namjoon’s passion for social justice. Seokjin’s passion for acting. Together, the five of them were the most passionate people that you know. They were chasing their dreams, and it helped you feel like you could absolutely complete the assignment.

Yoongi was a different story. He seemed panicked from the moment the professor said that it was figure drawings. You could see him wracking his brain for something that could represent passion to him. You wanted to grab his hand and comfort him, tell him it would be okay.

You and Minju chatted excitedly after that class about the ideas that you had. Yoongi lagged behind, dragging his feet slightly. At the lunch table in the dining hall, Yoongi seemed distracted, poking his food and barely eating.

“Yoongi, what’s your deal, man?” Minju asks, a small smirk on her face.

“I’m not sure,” he says in a faint voice.

Minju turns to you and shrugs. You keep working on your bowl of cereal. You know it’s not the most nutritious meal, but hey, you’re in university. This is the time to eat cereal for every meal. You aren’t sure what you could even do for Yoongi, and you’re pretty sure the project is getting to him. He was fine before class started.

“Hey, Yoon, is it the project getting to you?”

“I just don’t know what to do,” he grumbles.

“Well, that’s okay, Yoongi. You have some time,” Minju pipes.

You stuff another bite of cereal into your mouth, looking between the two of them. You aren’t sure what you could even encourage him to do because you know him, but you don’t really know his passions beyond painting and music.

“Maybe you could draw something that has to do with painting?” you ask between bites.

“I just don’t know,” he says and turns his eyes back down to the plate in front of him.

The three of you sit in awkward silence eating your food. You are unsure how to comfort your friend, but you don’t want to push him any further. When lunches ends, you all go to your classes, saying brief awkward goodbyes.

*******

You hardly see Yoongi except for in class over the course of the next two weeks. He’s a little distant and stoic in class, so you just focus your attention on drawing your final project. You love the way that the shadows you create on the paper show the love and beauty within your friends. They aren’t perfect drawings, but you see each of your friends in each of the drawings.

For your artist statement, you decide to describe the technique and medium normally but write the statement about them into poems.

Seokjin. Charcoal on paper. The faces you wear Hide the pain within you You put on each of your masks Dazzling the crowd Your eyes sparkle They tell the story Of your life And the thousand others You play

Namjoon. Graphite on paper. Someone said You couldn’t do it When in reality You were doing it all along You hold up the world Against the light To see it for what it is Examining it like a researcher Like a warrior You won’t stop

Hoseok. White charcoal on black paper. Your movements Fluid Like water Dancing Lapping at the shore

Your passion Love Like the moon Pulling Pushing the passion from within you

Jimin. Graphite on paper. Like the cinnamon roll. You are warm and sweet. Filled with love and spiciness. Without the tang of the cinnamon, The sugar would be too sweet. Without the sugar, The cinnamon would bite too hard. You, like the cinnamon roll, Are a comfort A joy A love To be savored.

Jungkook. Charcoal on canvas. The sweetest and softest. The kindest and brightest. The golden boy. The strongest and the fiercest. The boldest and the truest. My golden maknae.

You looked at your drawings and the pages, the short poems. You feel a pride inside that swells in your chest as you breathe deeply, looking down at it. The way that you feel like the aura of each of your friends radiates from the pages. Even from the black and white, you can feel Hoseok’s orange, Seokjin’s pink, Jungkook’s red, Jimin’s purple, and Namjoon’s blue. The warmth of them jumps off the page.

You wonder to yourself how Yoongi is doing.You send him a text, and he doesn’t respond. You assume he’s working hard on all of his classes because it’s the end of the semester. Personally, you’ve put together a portfolio of 200 poems and completed a photo folio. You were burned out, and you felt like the drawings took the most time for you. You can imagine that with painting and drawing, Yoongi is swamped.

You see him on the day that you’re supposed to have a gallery walk for all of the classes final projects. He isn’t in the room at first when everyone starts setting up, their pieces and their statements displayed together. He jogs into the room a little late with papers stuffed under his arm, pressed against his side.

He lays out his drawings hastily and flops down a paper in front of them in the last open spot. He doesn’t greet you and Minju, but you figure he’s just stressed. The class begins, and you make your way around the room. You read each artist’s statement carefully, feeling self-conscious about yours when you read the explanations that your peers wrote. Much more in-depth about the topics and the subjects. You worry about your grade.

You make your way to Minju’s, and you smile at the drawings of cameras and photographers. Minju is so committed, so passionate about photography. You can feel her smile in each of the drawings. They’re not perfect, but they are pretty good. Minju was the most talented of the three of you. The smile creeps across your face again as you read the words detailing her love for photography, the way a camera feels in her hand, the joy she feels when the developer starts to reveal the image.

When the timer goes off, you continue to move. There are a few more that you read before you arrive at Yoongi’s. You stare at the pages, your eyes darting around the page at each of the features. Your breath catches in your throat, and your stomach does a flip. There’s no way.

On the pages before you, you see the curve of your own nose and cheeks. The way your hair rests against your collarbone. The glitter in your eye. You can’t mistake the face and body that you see in the mirror every single day.

You snatch the artist’s statement off the desk and pull it close to your face. Your eyes scan the words as tears start to well your eyes.

Passion. To me passion is the way that you can watch any B movie and find the good in it. Passion is how you write poem after poem, searching for the precise word. Passion is the way that you want to capture every beautiful moment on film. Passion is your smile as you read a text from your mother. Passion is the way that you bite your fingernails when you’re thinking hard. Passion is the way that your pen moves on the paper as your forehead crinkles. Passion is the way you make me feel. Passion is you. Graphite on paper.

You can’t stop the tears that fill your eyes, and your heart is pounding in your chest. You turn and scan the room. You can’t see Yoongi through the sea of bodies across the room. The feeling overwhelms you, so you decide to take a moment in the hallway. No one will notice you're gone.

Once in the hall, you take a deep breath. You hear a shuffling down the hallway from you. You snap your head toward the sound, and there stands a cat-like man in a black sweatshirt and a gray beanie. He’s looking at you with a sadness in his eyes, and the tears start to fall from your eyes.

“Why are you crying?” Yoongi asks, walking toward you.

You shake your head unable to form the words.

“Did you see it?” he asks, timidly. “Oh my god, you hate it!”

He turns his face away from you, but he doesn’t walk away. He brings his thumb up and wipes a tear away from your cheek. You sniffle and wipe the tears from the other side. Your eyes finally meet his.

“No, I didn’t hate it, Yoongi. So far from that.”

A light spreads to his eyes and across his face. “Really?”

“Yoongi, those things that you wrote. Did you mean that?”

With a smile on his lips, he gently grabs your chin and says, “I meant every single word of it. Over the last few months, things have seemed...lighter. Brighter. You’ve done that in my life. My paintings are more bright, with warmer colors. Hell, I’ve been whistling. You make everything seem okay. Honestly, yn, you make me so happy, it’s stupid.

“Yoongi, I feel the same way. You should read the sappy poems that I’ve been writing. You have changed me for the better. I look forward to talking to you every day. I light up if your name shows up on my phone.”

You mean to say more, but at that moment, Yoongi tilts your chin toward him and presses his lips against yours. His mouth is soft and pillowy; the sweet minty flavor in his mouth draws you in further. You kiss him more deeply and wrap your arms around his neck. When the two of you separate, you smile at him. You can’t help but be reminded of Cho Chang in Harry Potter. You kiss the boy that you like so much while there are tears on your face.

The classroom door clicks, and you hear a familiar voice from the room.

“Oh god. It’s about time you too,” Minju calls toward you. She giggles then you hear the door click shut.

“As much as I love this moment, we should probably get back inside and get back to class,” you whisper against Yoongi’s lips.

“I don’t want toooooooo,” he whines and kisses you again.

You pull away from him and lace your fingers through his. You pull the reluctant man toward the classroom. He whines and moans the whole time, but eventually, he gives in and enters the classroom with him.

After the class period is over, you and Yoongi walk down the hall with Minju, you two holding hands. You kiss him on the cheek, and Minju murmurs, “gross.”

“I don’t even care what grade I get,” Yoongi says. “I got the best possible thing from that class.”

He looks at you and both you and Minju, and the two of you groan at the cheesy comment.

“What? I mean the ability to draw better,” he laughs. “Oh!? Did you think I meant you? Look, you’re great, but I mean...I’m an amazing drawer now.”

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queenofbaws · 4 years ago

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What’s your favorite bad movie and do you have a list of bad movies you recommend?

OOOOOOH LORD

look, i am but a basic bitch at the end of the day, so i do have to admit it’s very, VERY hard to beat the room for me - i think there’s so much going on with the room that nothing will EVER really surpass it for me, BUT in terms of others............

-repo! the genetic opera: i cannot stress how much i love this movie. is it what you might call “good?” that’s up for debate. i think so, but i unironically enjoy still being a 2009-era edgelord in this the year 2021, so take what i say with a grain of salt. i own the soundtrack. yes i can sing all the parts on my own. love this film.

-samurai cop: this is a personal favorites of mine and my friends - to the point that we have LITERALLY made it our duty to force all of our friends to watch it. we’ve turned it into the ring: in order to purge ourselves of the dark knowledge we obtained by watching this film (namely that katana means japanese sword), we must pass it on to as many others as possible. there is LITERALLY no way for me to describe this movie other than to say he’s a samurai. he’s a cop. he wears a speedo. it’s samurai cop.

-birdemic: shock and terror: ah. yes. true cinema at its finest. this is a movie that you HAVE to watch with other people, much like the room. watching it by yourself is, i have to imagine, a form of torture. the cgi birds? *chefs kiss* the needless romantic subplot? *chefs kiss* the weird old hippie who lives in the woods? *chefs kiss*

-rubber: a telepathic car tire goes on a murderous rampage. do you need me to say more? okay, it also falls in love with a woman. there. you’ve made me say it. my friends and i watched this whole movie with our mouths hanging open and our eyeballs bulging out of our heads. it’s something to be experienced.

-manos: the hands of fate: i’mma be real with you guys. i’ve watched this movie like three times and i’m still not sure i can sum it up in an effective manner. a family on vacation accidentally stumbles across a...cult? a cult that’s really just sort of...mostly one dude? it’s...it’s debateably a movie.

-the last vampire on earth: okay, my vtm group and i watched this baby last night and it is. ROUGH. we laughed...so hard. but we also spent a very good amount of time going “WHAT?! WHY?!” you can only understand what the actors are saying like 30% of the time. a girl decides her weird bf is a vampire after he tells her his entire family is dead, and that’s like...apparently all it takes. a man named wayne illegally sells GALLON JUGS of blood out of his suv in plain daylight. it changed us. not for the better.

-deep blue sea: i have probably watched this masterpiece upwards of 10 times. it artfully combines the shark panic jaws instilled in all of us with the shlock of action movies, acting on par with the scary movie series, and some pretty terrible cgi to just create...art. a shark is set on fire. in water. the ending credits have an ll cool j song playing over it. one of the lyrics is “deepest, bluest, my hat is like a shark’s fin.” truly something to behold.

-a talking cat?!: it uses ‘?!’ in the actual title. that tells you literally everything you need to know. even the movie is incredulous that it exists.

an important note i’ll tack on here at the end though: these movies are, uh, QUESTIONABLE for a lot of reasons, so if you’re interested in watching any of them, i do REALLY need to say hey, be sure to check doesthedogdie.com or another trigger warning site, just because like...woof. example, repo! is UNBELIEVABLY gorey, there’s a LOT of questionable shit going on in samurai cop...just as with any other movie, if there are topics that you know are going to upset you, don’t go into them blind! they’re BAD movies for a reason, after all. be safe!!!

#deoxyriibose #asks

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shaky-pen · 5 years ago

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Making it Work - Chpt 2

A work based on @directium‘s Teenage Dadvid!AU

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Summary: Usually, Max is nothing but excited for the end of a camp session. This year, he's got mixed feelings.

Word Count: 4900

The end of a camp session was always bittersweet for David. It hurt to say goodbye to the woods and all of his amazing campers, but at the same time, he loved the feeling of bringing Max home, of being his dad again instead of his counselor. He was even looking forward to their traditional movie mock—one of Max's favorite hobbies was making fun of bad movies, and every so often David would join him. Every year, the night they came home from camp, they would pick up a pizza and a gallon of ice cream, plant themselves on the couch, and trash the shit out of a few movies of Max's choice. This year, the selection consisted of Pumaman and Birdemic: Shock and Terror, both of which, Max assured him, were irredeemable piles of garbage.

The campers were all in their tents finishing up packing, and David and Gwen were making rounds through the grounds to make sure nothing was going to be left behind. David poked his head into Max and Neil's tent as he passed, smiling brightly. “Hey guys! Just checking in. Do you need any help with your bags?”

“Oh my God, David,” Max yelled, chucking a dirty shirt at his head. “Go worry about your own bags, you nit-picking fuck!”

The shirt hit him square in the face and hung there for a moment before it slid off. David let it drop to the ground, smile still in place. “Alrighty, then. Remember, the bus leaves at two. Make sure you bring all of your things with you!”

David pulled away from the tent, waiting until the flap fell back into place before letting out a deep breath, his cheery expression slipping away for a moment. He knew Max wasn't actually trying to hurt his feelings, but some of the insults still stung. When they got home, he'd probably have to have a talk with Max about the line between insulting someone because you love them and just plain insulting them.

He rolled his shoulders, putting his smile back on to get through the rest of the day. He still had a lot of work to do before closing up the grounds for the fall. He put this issue aside for the moment, tucking it away in the special to-be-dealt-with-after-camp category in his mind with all of the other family matters that had come up during the summer. Tomorrow, when he and Max were home, well-rested and relaxed, they'd get into it. For now, his main concern was making sure the camp grounds were clean and the kids made it onto the bus with all of their belongings.

***

As soon as David's face disappeared from the tent, Max rolled his eyes and turned back to his mostly-packed bag. He left the dirty shirt on the ground where it fell, grabbing the last few items he still had on his bed and stuffing them into his bag.

Neil chuckled, packing his own bags in a more organized manner. “I'm guessing you won't miss having him hang around everyday.”

Max hummed noncommittally. Of course, Neil didn't know that for Max, David would still be there everyday. He'd never told his friends that David was his dad; the summer from three years ago, when the older kids realized something was weird about his little family and decided that was justification for making his life hell, still hurt to think about. He didn't want to risk similar treatment from this group of campers, and especially not his friends. Rather than get into it, he said, “But it's not like I'll never see him again.”

“You think you'll end up here again next summer?”

Max scowled. “Without a doubt.” He wasn't expecting David to give up on the camp any time soon, and it would take nothing short of a miracle to convince him to let Max do something else for the summer. “I'm guessing you won't.”

“Probably not,” Neil said, sounding a little uncomfortable. “I'm going to try to find a real science camp to go to.”

“Oh.” He tried to school his features, to hide his disappointment in that, but he doubted he had much success. “You and your nerd stuff, Neil,” he joked, but it fell a little flat.

“Nikki might come back. She likes the woods.”

“Yeah, maybe.” Though he doubted that. Nikki may like nature, but she wasn't stupid—there was no way she was going to settle for a camp as shitty as Campbell's. She'd probably find an actual adventure camp, or at least a normal nature camp that didn't suck, and Max would be here alone for yet another summer.

He felt a rising tide of emotions poised to crash over him. It was no fair: he finally makes friends like he was supposed to and they up and leave him. Tears stung his eyes and he blinked hard to chase them away. He tried to hang onto his usual anger, but the sadness and abandonment still threatened to break free. He needed to leave before he did something stupid, like let Neil see him cry.

“You know, just because I'm not coming back doesn't mean we won't be friends,” Neil said, trying to fix the tension that had suddenly settled between them. “We can text, or call, or video-chat. I'll even write over the summer, so we won't be stopped by the shitty reception out here.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Max said, not bothering to care about how flat the words sounded. He yanked the zipper on his bag shut. “I'm gonna go throw this on the bus,” he said, leaving the tent before Neil could respond.

David was still making his way through the tent area, checking on the campers, when he saw Max stalk out of his tent, eyes wet and gripping the strap of his bag painfully tight. Despite the front he was putting up, David could immediately see how upset his son was. “Max?” he called gently. “Is everything okay?”

Max didn't even spare him a glance as he passed. “Peachy.”

David bit his lip as Max stomped by. He wanted to go after him, to find out what was wrong and try to make it okay, but that would be the last thing Max wanted right now. Still, he couldn't just ignore the fact that Max was upset—David took care of the emotional well-being of all his campers, so checking up on Max now wouldn't single him out as receiving special treatment. Max might not see it that way, though, and David didn't want to upset him further.

His saving grace came in the form of Gwen, also doing rounds through the grounds to make sure nothing was left behind accidentally. “David, you would not believe what some of the—” she started, cutting herself off when she saw the look on David's face. “What happened?”

“I'm not sure.”

Gwen followed his line of sight, watching Max stomp off toward the bus. She frowned. She was never as good at reading Max's emotions as David was, but it was still clear as day to her that this wasn't one of Max's usual bad moods. “You're not going to go after him?” David had never been the type of dad to leave his son alone when he was upset.

“You know he doesn't like it when I make a big deal over him. Especially here.” David wrung his hands; the effort of keeping away was making him fidgety. “I don't want to make him feel worse.”

Gwen sighed. “Keep checking tents. I'll go talk to him.”

David gave her a grateful smile as she headed towards the bus. Max was already on it when she got there, his bag dropped on a seat in the back. He didn't seem to notice she was there as he wiped his eyes on the shoulder of his hoodie.

“Max?” she called softly. “Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” he spat back, turning his face away and wiping his eyes again. “Just leave me alone. Don't you have a job to do?”

Gwen sat down in the row before him. “Yeah, but I care about you a lot more than I care about this dump.” Max didn't say anything, so Gwen continued the conversation for him. “You don't want to leave your friends, do you?”

Max rolled his eyes before sitting down next to his bag. He kept his eyes on the floor, letting silence settle between them for a few moments. “I don't know why you guys were always so desperate for me to make friends,” he said eventually. “This sucks.”

“Yeah, it does.”

Max huffed. “What, no sage words of grown-up wisdom?”

“Not really,” she said with a shrug. “That's just life, kid. You get attached to things you can't always keep.”

Max sighed, curling in on himself. He looked miserable, and Gwen really did feel bad for him. Despite the effort Max put into not caring about anything so he'd never be left hurting when it was taken away, he'd made friends with kids he knew he'd only be with for the summer. If the circumstances were any different, she would have at least smirked at the irony.

All she did for now was stand up, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “Don't be so quick to give up on them,” she said. Max turned to look up at her with big, sad eyes, and she offered him a reassuring smile. “I'm sure they're just as sad about leaving as you are. But distance doesn't have to be the end of everything. You've all got phones, right? Use 'em.”

Not having anything else to say, Gwen turned and made her way off the bus. A quiet “Thanks, Aunt Gwen,” drifted out behind her. She awarded herself with a smile and a small nod before returning to finish helping pack up the camp.

***

The bus rattled to a stop in the parking lot they'd chosen as this year's pick up point, David and Gwen pulling up not too long after. They'd followed behind in their own cars, trusting the Quartermaster to keep order on the bus in their absence. QM swung the door open and turned back to watch as the campers began to gather up their things and make their way outside. There were already a few parents there waiting; Ered, Nerris, and Space Kid gave the group some quick goodbyes and were whisked away a few minutes later.

After that, the group petered out one by one. First Preston, then Dolph, then Nurf, Neil, and Harrison. Max had to wait with David for everyone else's parents to come, and Nikki's mother almost seemed to have forgotten.

As the minutes ticked by and there was still no sign of Candi, David turned to Gwen with a small smile. “You can go ahead and leave, Gwen. I'll wait for Nikki to get picked up.”

“Are you sure? I thought you were dying to get home.” She knew how excited he was to be a dad again; it was all he'd talked about for the past few days.

David glanced at Max sitting next to Nikki on the curb, neither one of them talking, just enjoying each other's company for what might be the last time. When Neil's father came to pick him up, Max tried his hardest not to look upset, but David knew he was. “I'm sure.”

She only hesitated for a moment before accepting. “Alright,” she said, giving David a quick hug. “Say goodbye to Max for me. And text me some time; we'll all get together for dinner or something.”

“Sounds good.”

With that, Gwen climbed into her car and started the engine. David waved until she had left the parking lot, and she gave a quick wave back through the window. Then, it was just David and the two kids. He kept back, giving them their space while they waited, torn between wanting Nikki to get picked up soon and for his son to have as much time as possible with his friend.

Nikki's mother finally arrived an hour late. She pulled up to where the kids were sitting, completely unapologetic for her tardiness, and got out of the car to open the trunk for Nikki's bag. “Nicolette, how is it that you're so covered in dirt? Didn't they make you wash before you left camp?”

Nikki scoffed. “They tried!” Her voice was proud, like it was an achievement to have gotten through the whole summer without showering.

Candi sighed. “I guess you'll just have to do it when we get home.”

As Nikki groaned at the thought of impending cleanliness, Candi opened the car door and shooed her inside. She rounded the car to get back to the driver's seat, not even looking up at David or Max as she did—not that either of them were surprised. “Try not to get too much dirt on the seats, okay?” she said as she got in, shifting the car into drive and stepping on the gas only seconds later. Nikki waved at them from the backseat as the car pulled away.

They watched the car go, David waving and Max sulking until it had disappeared from view. David took a deep breath and put on a gentle smile as he dropped a hand down on Max's shoulder. “C'mon monster,” he said softly, using the old nickname in an attempt to cheer him up. “Let's go home.” Max grabbed his bag and let David steer him towards the car while, unbeknownst to him, Nikki watched slack-jawed as her mom U-turned in the street.

Bypassing the trunk, Max threw his stuff down next to him in the back seat. David slipped in behind the wheel, quickly glancing over the lot to make sure nothing had been forgotten before starting the engine and pulling away.

For a long time neither one of them spoke. Max glared at his shoes, hating himself for being so emotional. This is why it was stupid to care—you let people in and then they leave you behind. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but he didn't feel like answering it. It was probably either Nikki or Neil, making an attempt to keep in contact like they'd promised. Max shook his head. That would last for all of two months before they forgot about it. They'd spend all their time with their real friends, and Max would fall to the background of their minds, and next summer Neil would go to science camp and Nikki would go adventuring and he'd be stuck alone at shitty Camp Campbell and that would be it. He'd never talk to them again.

“Did you find out where Nikki and Neil live?” David spoke up out of nowhere.

Slightly startled, Max looked up from where he'd been sulking in the back seat. “What? Why?”

David gave him a little shrug. “Maybe this doesn't have to be goodbye. I know you don't think they'll come back to Campbell's next year, but that doesn't mean you'll never see them again. If they live close enough, I'd be happy to drive you over on the weekends so you could hang out.” What he didn't say but they both knew was that these were Max's first friends. His only friends. There was nothing David wouldn't do for his son's happiness, and damn it all if he was going to let Max just give up on some of the few people he actually cared about.

Max leaned his arm against the window, turning his head to watch the trees on the side of the road whiz by. “It's not that simple,” he grumbled into his elbow.

David glanced back at him in the rear-view mirror, letting the silence stretch between them for a few moments. “You didn't tell them, huh?” He knew he'd said he would be okay with Max calling him David at camp, and for the most part he was. But in moments like this, it hurt.

Max sighed. “David...”

“They won't care, Max,” he said reassuringly. “They might think it's a little weird at first, and they'll probably want a few things explained, but they're your friends—this won't matter to them.”

“You don't know that.”

“No, but I do know them. And I know they care about you too much to stop being your friend just because your family happens to be a little odd.”

For a long while, Max said nothing. The car was quiet as David turned onto the highway to head back to their apartment. As soon as he was able, David had moved the two of them out of Mr Campbell's house into a place of their own. It was almost laughably small in comparison to the big house Max had grown up in, but David had never been quite comfortable living in a house that wasn't his. And after everything that went down over the summer with Mr Campbell and the FBI, David couldn't have been happier to not have to rely on the man for anything.

Max's phone had buzzed a few more times during the drive. He still hadn't looked at the texts, but they did get him thinking. “But what if they don't?” he said eventually. David shot him a confused look in the rear-view mirror, so he clarified, “What if they don't care enough? What if they think it's too weird? Or that I'm a freak, or—”

“They won't, Max.”

“But what if they do?”

David sighed. “I guess you'll just have to have a little faith in them.”

***

It was getting late by the time David and Max made it back to their building. David dropped Max off in front, promising to be back soon with the pizza and ice cream for their movie night.

Max let himself inside, quickly making his way to his room. He threw his bag down on the floor and flopped onto his bed, happy to be home and finally have a place just for himself again. He hadn't had to share a tent at Campbell's in years, and as much as he liked Neil, nothing beat not having to worry about roommates.

He'd only been laying down for a few moments when his phone buzzed again with yet another received text. Max frowned. He hadn't been keeping count, but he had to have received at least ten texts since leaving camp. No one ever texted someone who wasn't responding that much unless there was a problem. Or unless Nikki and Neil had started a group chat, he reasoned, trying to assuage the sinking feeling in his stomach.

That wasn't the case. Unlocking his phone, he was greeted with eight texts from Nikki, another four from Neil, and a missed call. Based on the most recent texts displayed in his messages, Max knew he wasn't going to like what the rest of the them had to say. He steeled himself, opening Nikki's first.

dude, are you leaving with david? it totally looked like you left with david

why didn't you wait for your parents?

you know, david never seemed the type to let you flake on things like that

wait he didn't kidnap you, did he?

is he taking you back to camp? is he gonna lock you in a cellar? do i need to call the cops?

why aren't you answering?

i was only joking about the kidnapping thing, but now i'm worried. please tell me he didn't actually kidnap you

max seriously, are you okay?

And of course Nikki hadn't kept what she saw to herself, because there were a few along the same vein from Neil.

Nikki just said she saw you leave with David; didn't your parents come to get you?

Is something wrong? You can tell us if it is.

I told my dad your parents didn't come. He said you can stay with us if you need to.

Please answer. We're worried. We just want to know you're okay.

Max groaned and threw his phone down on the bed next to him. This was the last thing he needed to deal with right now. He tried to come up with a suitable lie to tell his friends about why he left with their counselor but couldn't think of anything. No matter what he said, they'd be worried that his parents had left him. Unless he told them the truth, but then they'd think he was a freak

The sound of the lock on the front door turning broke into Max's thoughts. Not long after, he heard David call, “Max, I'm back!” On any other day he would have gone out, snagged a slice of pizza, and plopped down on the couch to enjoy himself for an evening. Now, he groaned and dragged a pillow over his face. He didn't want to deal with any of this.

“Max?” David called again, his voice shortly followed by the sound of his footsteps coming closer to Max's room. When Max didn't answer, he knocked on the door. “It's dinner time.”

Max groaned again. “Yeah, I got it. I'll be out in a minute.”

David hovered outside his door for a few seconds before Max heard his footsteps retreating back down the hall. Max stayed motionless for a few moments more before pulling the pillow away from his face. He let out a long sigh, taking a moment to gather his energy before pushing himself up off his bed. He left his phone where it was as he stalked into the hall and down towards the living room.

“Is everything okay?” David asked from the kitchen, eyeing Max carefully as he dropped onto the sofa.

“Why wouldn't it be?”

There was a beat of silence as David walked into the living room, placing a stack of napkins down on the coffee table. “I got a call from Neil's dad while I was picking up the pizza.”

“Oh, yeah?” Max said, trying for nonchalant but not quite hitting the mark. “What'd he want?”

“He seemed pretty worried that your parents didn't come to pick you up.”

Max swallowed nervously, staring at the TV instead of looking at his father. “And what'd you tell him?”

“That I had it under control. That I couldn't share the details of a camper's home life with someone else, but that you were safe and being looked after.”

Eyes still on the screen, Max nodded numbly. The couch cushions sunk as David sat down next to him, and Max could feel his father's eyes on him. After a beat of silence, David said softly, “What happened?”

Max fidgeted for a moment. “Nothing important. I don't want to talk about it.”

Thankfully David let it go for the moment. Rather than press the issue, he just said, “Why don't you put on the movie?” As Max grabbed the remote, David got up and went to the kitchen, coming back with the pizza and setting it down on the coffee table. Normally, David would insist that they use plates, but the first night home from camp was a special occasion for both of them, and David relaxed on the rules a bit.

As the opening music of the movie started up, Max pushed all thoughts of his friends out of his mind. He wanted to have fun making fun of bad movies, not agonize over what Nikki and Neil would think of him after this.

Four hours, two movies, and half a gallon of ice cream later, Max retreated back to his room. He quickly changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed. His phone was still lying where he had left it. He eyed it warily for a few seconds before grabbing it. There were a number of new messages from Neil and Nikki, but he ignored them all, instead sending a message to start group chat for the three of them. i'm not dead, so you can stop freaking out or whatever

It was almost midnight, so he wasn't really expecting his friends to see it until the morning. Neil's reply, however, came in only seconds later. Max! Thank fuck you're okay!

Max almost smiled at that, but a small pang of guilt twinged in his chest at the same time. He hadn't realized just how worried his friends had been over his silence. yeah, i'm fine, so you can calm down now

Of course, despite the reassurance, another text from Neil came almost instantaneously. What happened? Did your parents ever come get you?

Before he had the chance to reply, a message from Nikki popped into the conversation. holy shit max i thought you were dead!

only on the inside, he sent back.

You did get picked up, though, right? Neil pressed.

yeah, it's fine. my dad brought me home like a minute after nikki left

oh good, Nikki sent, her relief clear even through text. when i saw you leaving with david i thought your parents had ditched you or something

he didn't leave me, Max sent back, adding, or forget in a second text as an afterthought.

then what took him so long?

And why did you leave with David?

Max could feel a tremble building up in his hands. “Just have a little faith,” he mumbled, repeating his dad's words like a mantra in his head as he typed out, david is my dad. i just call him david while we're at camp because people get weird about it

He held his breath and hit sent, immediately locking his phone as if having the screen off would protect him from the agony of waiting for a response. His confession seemed to stump his friends, and the minutes of silence stretched into a small eternity for Max.

Eventually, a reply came in from Nikki. seriously?

Max frowned. why would i lie about something like that?

There was another pause in the conversation as Nikki and Neil took a moment to digest that information. This time it was Neil who broke the electronic silence. How does that work? I mean, you hate him.

and you two have such great relationships with your parents, Max typed out, pushing snark into each keystroke.

Point taken.

A few seconds later, Nikki piped up with her own question. wait how is david your dad?? isn't he like 20?

24, Max sent back, rolling his eyes, and i'm adopted

Obviously, came Neil's quick response.

Max chuckled softly. yeah, no surprise there

Dropping his phone by his side for a moment, Max rolled onto his back with a small smile. It felt nice to be joking about this with Nikki and Neil. It felt... normal. Nothing about his family had felt normal to Max since he was seven, and the older kids at camp made fun of him for having a dad their parents said was barely older than a kid himself.

Before too long, his phone buzzed again, and he grabbed it to see what had been sent. It was from Neil. Why didn't you tell us?

Max bit his lip, thumbs hovering over the keyboards as he thought about what to say. like i said, people get weird about it. i didn't want to scare you off or anything

it's not weirder than anyone else at camp's family, Nikki sent.

Which was true, Max thought to himself. He had spent most of Parent's Day angry that no one else's family got questioned, no matter how unconventional it was, but he hadn't stopped to considered that that might mean his family situation might be accepted as well. i guess i never thought about it like that

You really thought we wouldn't want to be friends with you just because David's your dad?

Well, when it got put that way even Max agreed it sounded a little dumb. i don't know. it's just not something i really talk about

Saying that, of course, did nothing to satiate his friends' curiosity or deter them for asking more and more and more questions. Max was surprised to find that they'd so quickly returned to their usual dynamic despite the scare he'd given them that afternoon. He wasn't entirely comfortable talking about his family after so long keeping it a secret, but for his friends he was willing to try.

***

When Max rolled out of bed the next morning, he felt like a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He'd finally told his friends his big secret, and they didn't hate him for it! Suddenly everything David and Gwen had said about the three of them remaining friends after camp ended seemed possible. They could meet up on the weekends, or have Skype calls or Snap streaks. Nikki and Neil could come over and spend the night and it wouldn't be weird. Max felt a smile pulling at his lips and didn't bother trying to hide it.

David was already in the kitchen when Max walked in. A large stack of pancakes and a mug of coffee were waiting for him on the table. David beamed at him when he sat down, obviously catching on to his son's improved mood.

“Good morning, Max,” he said cheerily.

Yeah, it is, Max thought as he took a sip of his coffee, smile growing a little bigger. He knew David gave him half decaf, but today he really didn't mind. “Morning, Dad.”

AN: And that's that! Thanks so much for reading! I'm a lot happier with this chapter than the previous one, so I hope you enjoyed it. I think I'm done with this series now, I don't have any more ideas, so I'm going to go ahead and mark it complete. With this all finished, I might try to go back and finish some of my other WIPs that I've abandoned, but... no promises. I don't have any other ideas for Camp Camp fics right now, so I'm not sure when, or even if, I'll get another fic up for this fandom. Still, it's been an absolute pleasure being here with all of you! Thanks so much for sticking with me throughout this series!!

#camp camp #cc fanfic #cc max #cc david #cc gwen #cc neil #cc nikki #dadvid au #teenage dadvid #max//vid shippers do not interact

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thelreads · 6 years ago

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And here they come. Oh jesus, Mothman is somewhere in there, just waiting to fuck shit up now that his time has come.

Oh Fuck! They decided to the exam on the same day that the shooting of “Birdemic - Shock and Terror - The ressurection, Part 3″ was happening on the other side of the street. That or they saw that I was calling Aoyama “baguette boy” and thought I meant literally.

Oh yeah, I know exactly who send those birds. They are here...

The cavalry has arrived to save the day!

Because if the other students saw that pillar of light, of course the kids from U.A. would’ve seen it. And they now there’s only one motherfucker on the whole world that has a quirk like that.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #mha #my hero academia #MHAC108 #reading #manga #liveblog #bnha liveblog

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davidosu87 · 3 years ago

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This is a movie I probably would have never watched. Back in October, I was doing a horror movie challenge where I needed to watch the lowest rated sequel I could find. Since I never say the original, I decided to do them back to back. I'm not going to bash this movie too much here, but this isn't good. There are problems all across the board. Have you suffered through this one? My thoughts are up on @davidosu87’s blog or the link below: https://horrorreview.webnode.com/news/birdemic-shock-and-terror/ #birdemic #birdemicshockandterror #thriller #animalattack #horror #horrormovie #horrormovies #horrorfilm #horrorfilms #horrorfan #horrorfans #horrorreview #horrorreviews #horrorreviewer #filmreview #filmreviews #filmreviewer #nothorror #horrorcommunity #horrorfamily #hashtag https://www.instagram.com/p/CbM7yl2Otxs/?utm_medium=tumblr

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mmeaninglessnamee · 6 years ago

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Every movie I have seen (as of August 2018)

Here’s every movie I have ever seen, at least the ones I’ve remembered, I know I’m missing some.

Moneyball

Harold Lloyd – Safety last

Marx Brothers: A night at the Opera

Marx Brothers: A day at the races

Marx Brothers: a day at the circus

October Sky

Monty Python’s Holy Grail

Monty Python’s Meaning of Life

Monty Python’s Life of Brian

The Fugitive

Field of dreams

Major league

2001 a space odyssey

Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory

Galaxy Quest

Star Trek The Motion Picture

Star Trek the Wrath of Khan

Star Trek the Search for Spock

Star Trek the Voyage Home

Star Trek the Final Frontier

Star Trek The Final Frontier

Star Trek Generations

Star Trek First Contact

Star Trek Insurrection

Star Trek Nemesis

Star Trek (Reboot)

Star Trek Into Darkness

Star Trek Beyond

Spaceballs

Blazing Saddles

Young Frankenstein

The Treasure of the Sierra Madre

Invictus

Shrek

The great escape

Big

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

Home Alone

Where eagles dare

Rocky

Happy Gilmore

E.T.

War of the worlds (2005)

The Avengers

Captain America

Ed Wood

Plan 9 from Outer Space

The Sidehackers [MST3K]

Manos: the Hands of Fate [MST3K]

Juno

Indiana Jones Raiders of the Lost Arc

Indiana Jones The Temple of Doom

Indiana Jones Last Crusade

Indiana Jones The Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

Raiders of the Lost Ark: The Adaptation (1989)

The Hobbit (animated)

The Lord of the rings pt . 1 (animated)

The Lord of the rings pt . 2 (animated)

The Hobbit 1

The Hobbit 2

The Hobbit 3

TLOTR Fellowship

TLOTR Two Towers

TLOTR ROTK

Star Wars IV

Star Wars V

Star Wars VI

Star Wars I

Star Wars II

Star Wars III

Star Wars VII

Star Wars VIII

Harry Potter 1

Harry Potter 2

Harry Potter 3

Harry Potter 4

Harry Potter 5

Harry Potter 7-1

Harry Potter 7-2

Ben Hur (original)

Ben Hur (1959)

Fantasia

Fantasia 2000

Spy Kids

Spy Kids 2

Spy Kids 3

Pirates of the Caribbean

Pirates of the Caribbean 2

Pirates of the Caribbean 3

Blues Brothers

Anchorman

The Big Lewbowski

Mad Max Fury Road

Mad Max (Original)

Interstellar

The Martian

Finding Nemo

Toy Story

Toy Story 2

Toy Story 3

Monsters Inc.

A Bug’s Life

The Incredibles

Frozen

Ratatouille

Wall-E

Dunkirk

National Lampoon’s Family Vacation

National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation

The Santa Clause

The Santa Clause 2

It’s A Wonderful Life

Miracle on 34th Street

Gideon’s Trumpet

V for Vendetta

Napoleon Dynamite

Elf

Olive the Other Reindeer

Superman

Superman 2

Man of Steel

Spiderman 3: Edgelord Peter Chronicles

To Kill a Mockingbird

Ocean’s 11

Men in Black

Men in Black 2

Slumdog Millionaire

My Cousin Vinnie

Transformers

Shawn of the dead

Jurassic Park

The Lost World

Jurassic Park 3

Jurassic World

Mrs Brisbee and the Rats of Nimh

High School Musical

Midnight in Paris

Godzilla vs Mothra or some shit like that, it had GZ and Mothra in it, ok?

(American) Godzilla

Back to the Future

Back to the Future 2

The Dark Knight

The Dark Knight Rises

Tootsie

Alien vs Predator

Casablanca

The Prestige

The Terminal

12 Angry Men

Minority Report

James Bond Live and Let Die

James Bond Casino Royale

James Bond Skyfall

Airplane

Airplane 2

Naked Gun

Naked Gun 2 ½

Naked Gun 33 1/3

Pink Panther

Inception

King Kong (Peter Jackson)

Hotel Rwanda

Groundhog Day

Ghostbusters

Ghostbusters 2

Ghostbusters (female reboot)

Caddyshack

Pan’s Labyrinth

Night at the Museum

The 3 Musketeers

Paul Blart Mall Cop

Cloud Atlas

The Sandlot

Armageddon

The Road to El Dorado

Chicken Run

Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Madagascar

She’s the Man

101 Dalmatians

20,000 leagues under the sea

Zorro (original)

The Absent-minded professor

Mary Poppins

Herbie the Love Bug

Herbie 2

My Side of the Mountain

Race to Witch Mountain

The Wizard of Oz

The Wiz

Honey I shrunk the kids

Honey we shrunk ourselves

Honey I blew up the baby

Cool Runnings

Angels in the Outfield

Field of Dreams

The Lion King 1 ½

The Lion King 2: Simba’s Pride

Inspector Gadget

The Princess Bride

Treasure Planet

The Rookie

The Simpsons Movie

Pokemon the first movie: Mewtwo Strikes Back

Pokemon 2000

Pokemon 3 Spell of the Unown

Pokemon 4ever

Pokemon Heroes

Pokemon Mewtwo Returns (technically a special, not a movie)

Pokemon Jirachi Wish Maker

Pokemon the rise of Darkrai

Pokemon Giratina and the Sky Warrior

Pokemon Arceus and the Jewel of Life

Pokemon Black

Pokemon White (80% the same as Pokemon Black)

Pokemon Kyurem vs the Swords of Justice (and that’s the most recent one I’ve watched)

Ice Age

Ice Age 2

Ice Age 3

Prometheus

Iron Man 1

North by Northwest

Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Captain America

Ratatoulle

Love Live the School Idol Movie

Your Name (Kimi no Na Wa)

The Garden of Words

5 Centimeters per Second

The Place Promised in our Early Days

Voices of a Distant Star

Children who chase Lost Voices/Journey to Agartha (Hoshi o ou kodomo)

Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind

Howl’s Moving Castle

Kiki’s Delivery Service

Princess Mononoke

A Silent Voice

Napping Princess [Ancien & the Magic Tablet]

Interstella 5555

Marie and the Witch’s Flower

The Sting

Apollo 13

Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure

Rear Window

The Birds

This is Spinal Tap

The Iron Giant

The Hunger Games

Supersize Me

Africa Screams

Office Space

Dr. Strangelove, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb

Freaky Friday (remake verson)

National Treasure

National Treasure 2: Sean Bean dies this time

The Da Vinci Code

Angels and Demons

A Christmas carol (old version)

A Christmas carol (the one with Patrick Stewart)

A Christmas Story

Oz the Great and Powerful

The Wizard of Oz 3: Dorothy Goes to Hell (cinemassacre)

Taken

Kung Fu Panda

Super 8

Seeking a Friend for the End of the World

Talledega Nights

Crocodile Dundee

Crocodile Dundee 2

Romancing the Stone

Like Mike

Space Jam

Looney Toons Back in Action

Scooby Doo Ghoul School

Scooby Doo Reluctant Werewolf

Scooby Doo on Zombie Island

Scooby Doo and the Witch’s Ghost

Scooby Doo and the Alien Invaders

School of Rock

The Polar Express

The Bad News Bears (original)

The Dream Team

The Gods must be Crazy

The Gods must be Crazy 2

American Tale

The Dark Crystal

My Friend Martin (Animated MLK jr. history lesson thing)

Jakob the Liar (Holocaust story about a man in a ghetto claiming he has a radio, remake of a 70’s east german version of the same story)

The Devil’s Arithmetic

Man of Marble (1977) (Polish film)

Doctor Strange

Wonder Woman

U2 3D

A Hard Day’s Night

Help!

The Beatles: Eight Days A Week (touring documentary, 2016)

Yellow Submarine

UHF

Stop Making Sense

Mama Mia!

Valerian and the City of 1000 Planets

Il Boom

Lost in Translation

House of Flying Daggers

Edge of Tomorrow

Pacific Rim

The Post

Arrival

Evan Almighty

Bruce Almighty

Ace Ventura Animal Detective

Ace Venture Pet Detective

Despicable Me

Get Smart

Over the Hedge

March of Penguins

The African Queen

Girl, Interrupted

Gandhi

Around the World in 80 Days (Jackie Chan version)

Chicago (the musical)

Hugo

Journey to the Center of the Earth

Osmosis Jones

Cars

Les Miserables (2012)

Singing in the Rain

West Side Story

Mary Poppins

The General (Buster Keaton)

Little Big Man

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

O Brother Where Art Thou

Beowulf (2007)

Crash

The Maltese Falcon

The African Queen

The Rocker

It’s a Mad Mad Mad Mad World

The Same Moon (La Misma Luna)

Airheads

The Secret of Roan Inish

Dave

Charlotte’s Web

Babe

The Three Musketeers

Dr. Doolittle

20,000 Leagues Under the Sea [I do not remember this at all]

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs [I do not remember this at all, either]

101 Dalmatians

Aladdin and the King of thieves

Sweeny Todd

[That bad vampire movie I saw at a party in like 2012]

[That other MST3K sci-fi movie about the bodyswap]

Tekken: Blood Vengence

Jason Borne (2016)

Metropolis (2001, anime)

Pay It Forward

Sister Act 2

(some shitty bullying movie)

The Atomic Brain [MST3K]

Hairspray

Dallas Buyer’s Club

Seven Samurai

Magnificent 7 (1960)

A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum

Cinderella (Disney)

Ever After: A Cinderella Story (1998)

The Music Man

The King’s Speech

The Great Dictator

Oliver!

Kiss me Kate

Pirate Radio

Wrongfully Accused (Leslie Nielson)

(Huck Finn movie)

Bridesmaids

Modern Times

Abbot and Costello Meet Frankenstein

Metropolis (1927)

Funny Farm

The Black Stallion

National Velvet

Bionicle: Mask of Light

Arsenic and Old Lace

Unaccompanied Minors

Terminator

Isle of Dogs

A Quiet Place

Akira

Loving Vincent

Tangled

Hoodwinked

How to Train Your Dragon

The Nightmare Before Christmas

Ghost in the Shell (1995)

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Samurai Cop (1991) [Rifftrax]

Birdemic: Shock and Terror [Rifftrax]

Solo: A Star Wars Story

Oh Lucy!

The Complete Works of William Shakespeare, Abridged

The Thief Lord

Breaking Away (1979)

Fright Night (2011)

Sharknado [Rifftrax]

The Incredibles 2

Mongolian Ping Pong

The Gold Rush (Charlie Chaplin)

City Lights (Charlie Chaplin)

City Slickers

(Escape to) Victory (1981)

The Phantom of the Opera

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

Fireworks: Should we watch them from the bottom or the side? (2017)

Ed Edd and Eddy’s Big Picture Show

Jaws

The Color of Friendship (2000)

Flatland

The Wolverine (2013)

Codename: Kids Next Door – Operation Z.E.R.O.

Incredibles 2

Shawn the Sheep

Goodachari

Mutiny on the Bounty

Happy Death Day

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Happy Halloween! What are some of the most unintentionally funny horror films you've seen?

Ah, now this is a fun question! Let’s see:

The Wicker Man (2006). I know the original is a little goofy to modern audiences, but the remake… I think all the memes about it speak for themselves.

Troll 2 (1990). To this day, the director and his wife (who wrote the script) still think they made a good, serious movie. It IS incredibly enjoyable in a “So Bad, it’s Amazing” kind of way, though. At least most of the cast has a sense of humor about it (I highly suggest checking out the documentary, Best Worst Movie (2009), which is all about Troll 2. There’s a link for it in that big list of horror documentaries I put together).

Slugs (1988). While it does have plenty of gross creepy-crawlies to recommend it to squeamish folk, there is an inescapable goofy undertone to the whole thing.

Plan 9 From Outer Space (1959). It’s Ed Wood’s most legendary film. There’s really not much more to say.

The Manitou (1978). This one isn’t too weird, until it comes down to the finale, which includes a dwarf shaman crawling out of a lump in a woman’s back, and the woman drawing power from the “spirit beings” in a hospital’s computers to shoot pink laser beams from her fingertips. While topless in bed. While floating in what looks for all the world like outer space. I’m not kidding.

City of the Walking Dead (aka Nightmare City) (1980). Given that Umberto Lenzi passed away recently, it feels slightly disrespectful to add this film to the list, but…it has “zombies” (meant to be people infected with radiation that–for whatever reason–made them insanely violent, but they also look like they’ve smashed their faces into a pan of Hamburger Helper) that are still able to calmly land a plane, and a totally random violent attack against a group of cheesy disco dancers.

Birdemic: Shock and Terror (2010). It’s hard to say whether the people making it were serious or not, but it has a reputation for a reason.

Death Bed: The Bed that Eats (1977). Here you go. You’re welcome.

Rock n’ Roll Nightmare (1987). You could probably add anything with Jon Mikl Thor to this list, to be brutally honest (there’s actually a fairly recent documentary about him, too, but I’m afraid I couldn’t find any decent links for it. I believe it’s currently on Netflix, though).

You can include just about every film from this list, actually.

#horror #viperbytes

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nixonsmoviereviews · 7 years ago

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That was a hilarious movie, 'Birdemic: Shock and Terror.' ...well that's it! I'm writing a 'Birdemic' review that's environmentally friendly! At a 50 percent discount!

What do you get when you combine the poor writing of mad mastermind Tommy Wiseau's "The Room", the production values of Nick Millard's completely mindless "Crazy Fat Ethel 2", the inept direction of a Coleman Francis piece, a dash of on-the-nose environmental preaching and a budget that wouldn't pay for a high-school lunch? You get James Nguyen's magnificent and brutally arresting unintentional-comedy classic "Birdemic: Shock and Terror." It's not only a prime example of that old stand-by descriptor "so bad, it's good"... it one of the best examples you could possibly imagine. Every single facet of the film is so horrifyingly "incorrect", that you can't help but howl from laughter from the first frame to the last. It's right up there with "Troll 2" and the aforementioned "The Room" as one of the finest "best-worst" movies ever made. Fans of trashy Z- grade movies, camp releases and bad flicks won't be able to help but completely and utterly adore "Birdemic." We follow two leads who are both on the brink of breakthroughs in their respective careers... software salesman Rod (Alan Bagh), and aspiring fashion model Nathalie. (Whitney Moore) As both find themselves finally living out their dreams and attaining wealth and recognition for their accomplishments, a romance grows after they meet one-another in a chance encounter. However, their newfound relationship will be put to the ultimate test when suddenly and out of nowhere... birds begin to attack the public as a result of global warming. They will be forced to band together with other survivors to try and stay alive during the "Birdemic!" The film is almost indescribable in its awful-ness. Everything goes wrong at all times. Right off the bat, the audio and video quality is exceptionally poor (I shot high-school student-films on Digital-8 in 2002 that looked better!) and the editing is atrocious with glaring continuity gaffes and dialog that cuts in and out constantly. But it only gets better (well, worse... but in a good way) from there. From wooden acting to hilariously holier-than-thou dialog to "special" effects that look like they were ripped right out of Microsoft Paint... everything continues a downward spiral in a sort-of brilliant oblivion of insanity. The film is trying to push a noble enough message about living a greener lifestyle and diminishing one's carbon footprint... but it does this by beating us over the head with long-winded speeches about the dangers of Global Warming about once every-other scene in increasingly hilarious fashion. Most movies understand that you need to be subtle about such themes... but to Nguyen, the word "subtlety" means having ancillary characters show up for one scene, give five-minute-long musings about climate change that sound like they were ripped right out of the driest high-school science textbook, and then vanish. There's even one particularly hilarious scene where Rod and Nathalie go out for a double-date and chose to see "An Inconvenient Truth", just so Rod can spout the dialog "That was a good movie, 'An Inconvenient Truth!'" while his friend retorts with "That is it, I am getting myself a car that's more environmentally friendly!" The film is liberally peppered with awkward and out-of-place moments like that, and it's brilliant picking up on them with repeated viewings. Our entire cast seems completely clueless, save for a bizarrely honest and well-natured performance by Patsy van Ettinger in a supporting role as Nathalie's mom and Stephen Gustavson as a frankly kind of eerie "tree-hugger" (that's how he's credited) that the gang runs into. Everyone else, though? Flat as a pancake and stiff as a board. In the case of Alan Bagh, literally stiff as a board. I've never seen an actor who looks more uncomfortable and nervous and uptight in my life. Microsoft Sam has better range. Also of note is More, who is quite likable and is at least trying, but just seems kind of lost and confused. I'm sure she's probably a decent actress, but she's dragged down in the best of ways here by the outlandish writing. But I know why you're all here... the birds. My god. The birds. About halfway through the film, there is a sudden attack as birds begin to descend on humanity in a murderous rage. And that's where the movie goes from merely being charmingly-bad to being a new cult- classic! And it's almost beyond words. You almost just have to see it to believe it. The birds (all digitally animated) look like free clipart you'd find online. Often with only a few frames of animation that loop infinitely. And never animated quite right. They'll just... hover in place on-screen or zoom by in the blink of an eye. And they honestly look like cartoons. There's no realism to the digital model, nor any attempt made to light-match them to the background. It's like Nguyen found some free GIF images of birds online and just dropped them over the top of the scene. Oh, and did I mention that randomly, sometimes the birds in the background will dive-bomb the ground with an airplane sound effect and then explode? Because that happens. And when you finally notice it, you will never stop laughing. Ever. "Birdemic" is a special kind of bad. It's a "you gotta see it to believe it" kind of bad. A "you might just laugh yourself to death" kind of bad. A "this only comes once in a lifetime" kind of bad. And I whole-heartedly recommend it. I'm giving it 10 stars at a 50% discount.

#imdb #movie #film #review #horror #comedy #so bad it's good #birdemic

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sunriseinorbit · 7 years ago

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Title: Bump in the Night Fandom: Haikyuu!! Pairings: Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou, also pretty gen Words: 632 Chapters: Oneshot Summary: “Why the hell are they going into the basement?” Kawanishi asks, pointing at the TV with one hand while holding a popsicle in the other, “They’re gonna fucking die.”

“Tendou would probably go into the basement,” Semi deadpans. “No I would not,” Tendou retorts. Read on AO3 here!

Here’s my gift for @sapphyrelily for @fic-writer-appreciation‘s Halloween exchange! I hope you like it!!

Shiratorizawa movie nights are always a struggle. With a team like this, no one can ever agree on anything, so Ushijima usually ends up drawing someone’s name out of a hat and that person chooses the movie. It wasn’t that bad last time, since all Goshiki wanted to watch was Mean Girls, which is actually a pretty good movie, but Shirabu doesn’t trust everyone’s taste as much as he does Goshiki’s.

So when Ushijima announces Tendou’s name in his traditional monotone, Shirabu has a bad feeling as he watches Tendou scamper to the computer and open Netflix.

“This had better not be as bad as last time,” Semi groans.

“Excuse me, Birdemic: Shock and Terror is art!” Tendou fires back.

The movie he ends up choosing is a generic horror movie that looks to be on the cheesy end, and it’s one Shirabu doesn’t have high hopes for. He doesn’t like horror movies very much, especially the kind that just rely on shock factor and jumpscares to freak people out. Definitely not because he’s someone who’s easily spooked by jumpscares. No way.

Tendou sits back on the couch, squishing Shirabu and Semi next to each other without a care in the world. He looks excited. Dangerously excited.

As soon as the movie starts, Shirabu realizes that this is basically the most cliche thing he’s ever seen. A bunch of stupid teenagers in an abandoned old house for god knows what dumb reason with a serial killer in a dumb mask walking around because of course there has to be serial killer in these kinds of slasher flicks.

“Why the hell are they going into the basement?” Kawanishi asks, pointing at the TV with one hand while holding a popsicle in the other, “They’re gonna fucking die.”

“Tendou would probably go into the basement,” Semi deadpans.

“No I would not,” Tendou retorts.

“You’re right.” Yamagata smirks. “You would go into the attic and then jump out the window.”

As Tendou outright squawks in retaliation, Shirabu’s eyes are glued to the TV screen. There’s going to be a jumpscare soon, he can just feel it. The camera trails the characters from behind, obviously from the point of view of the serial killer, whose face is going to pop up on screen and make everyone scream. He’s not looking forward to that part.

“This is so cheap,” Semi complains, “It’s not even real horror.”

“Shut up, it’s good!” Tendou gives him a look that tells Shirabu that he isn’t even going to try to argue that it is real horror.

The music goes silent and the only thing on screen is the teenagers shining their flashlights literally everywhere. One of them, a tall jock guy, points his up and-

Tendou laughs when the killer’s mask pops on screen. Ushijima and Ohira visibly stiffen, and Kawanishi and Yamagata stay completely deadpan.

Which makes the fact that Shirabu shrieked at it extremely embarrassing on its own. But no, he had to go the extra mile and curl up close to the person right next to him. Who, he only notices after the fact, is one Semi fucking Eita.

“Hey, uh...” Semi says, “You okay?”

“I’m fine.” Shirabu sits up again, still as a statue. “Just fine. Forget that ever happened.”

“If you say so.” Semi shrugs, looking back at the movie.

“You’re free to seek my warmth next time.” Tendou grins. “I’ve been told I give great hugs.”

“No, you don’t,” Kawanishi says.

“His hugs are fine,” Ushijima says, not looking away from the TV, “I don’t see why you have a problem with them.”

“See, at least someone here appreciates me!” Tendou huffs.

Shirabu comes to the decision that he’d at least choose Semi when faced with a decision between him and Tendou. Whatever that means.

#haikyuu!!#fanfic #ficwriterhalloweenexchange #semishira

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nightmareonfilmstreet · 7 years ago

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Five So-Bad-They're-Good Horror Movies to Cure Your Post-Halloween Depression

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Five So-Bad-They're-Good Horror Movies to Cure Your Post-Halloween Depression

It’s that time of year again, folks. Yes, that irrepressible sadness achieved by horror fans once Halloween comes to a close and all of the spooky fun has been had. Parties attended, candy collected, and now it’s time to go back to your boring, non-spooky existence.

Or is it?

Plenty of websites will give you lists of the best movies out there guaranteed to shock and horrify you. This list will not give you any of those. The following is a list of five horror films that might incite a different reaction in you. This list contains the best of the worst, the most unintentionally hilarious ‘horror’ films ever put to the silver screen. There’s always been something fascinating about movies that set out to scare and end up creating joy in their sheer ineptitude, and for some reason horror seems to be a genre full of these types of movies.

Bear in mind, however, that everyone’s taste is subjective, and what might be considered irredeemably awful to one moviegoer is god-tier cinema to another. None of the movies on this list are meant to offend anybody who likes them, and in fact, I encourage you to seek them out. Sometimes a good, old fashioned spooky laugh can be just what you need to cure the post-Halloween blues.

5. The Wicker Man (2006)

A remake of what was once called “the Citizen Kane of horror films” is already a tough one to get right. No matter how much heart and soul you put into your final product, fans of the original are always going to come at you with their grievances with your remake. Despite this, sometimes you get a remake that not only seems to have been made by people who didn’t care about the original, but seems to have no regard for movies as a concept.

The Wicker Man is based on the 1976 film of the same name, which is most notable for having starred Christopher Lee, who often cited the part as his favorite of all of the roles he’d played. The original is beloved by critics and horror fans everywhere, coming in as number one on quite a few ‘best of’ horror lists. For those who love 70s British horror, its must-see.

It’s intriguing, then, that the remake has somewhat overshadowed the original due to its infamy. It’s hard to pin down exactly what makes this movie so enjoyably terrible. Maybe it’s the fact that Nicolas Cage seems to be constantly shouting; Maybe it’s the weird obsession that the movie seems to have with bees and honey; Maybe it’s the weird matriarchal cult that comes across just a tad bit sexist in hindsight. Whatever the reason, The Wicker Man remains a classic of so-bad-it’s-good horror.

Choice Quote: “How’d it get burned? HOW’D IT GET BURNED?”

4. Manos: The Hands of Fate (1966)

Most who know about this movie know about it due to it’s being spotlighted in 1993 on Mystery Science Theater 3000. However, even without the commentary from the crew of the satellite of love, this movie is still one kicker of a beautifully bad movie.

What do you get when you combine a barely-experienced crew and actors, endless scenes of characters aimlessly driving around, polygamist Satanic cult members, and random insert scenes that have little-to-nothing to do with the plot? Well, you get Manos: The Hands of Fate, a 1966 minimal-budget horror film about a family on a vacation who encounter a cult. That’s really about all there is to it. The editing is poor, the acting is wooden. At one point a random pair of teenagers making out in a car and being caught by a police officer interrupts the plot, as if to say to the audience, “We realize there’s not much else interesting happening here, so here’s some eye candy while you wait for something to actually happen.”

According to Wikipedia, the whole thing started when director, producer, and star Harold P. Warren made a bet with a friend that it would be easy to make a horror movie. From that, we got Manos. Oh, and there are a few random scenes where the wives of the movie’s villain The Master get into catfights, seemingly for no reason other than the director wanted to show some women fighting. Take that as you will.

Choice Quote: “Enough! Enough of this stupid bickering! The child must die! If you persist in this foolishness, your usefulness will come to an end!”

3. Plan 9 From Outer Space (1959)

Ed Wood is an interesting director for many reason. For more information about what an enigma that man was, check out Tim Burton’s 1994 biopic. But Wood’s 1959 science fiction-horror feature Plan 9 From Outer Space was cited by Seinfeld as one of the worst movies ever made, and continues to amuse to this day. In a deceptively simple plot, this early feature of the zombie genre (pre-Night of the Living Dead, even!) follows an alien invasion in which the alien’s main goal seems to be the reanimation of dead bodies. Thus, the deceased rise from their graves to pursue the living, referred to not as zombies, but as ‘ghouls’ by the characters.

One notable feature of the film is the fact that frequent collaborator and friend of Ed Wood, Bela Lugosi, has a part in the film. However, halfway through production, Lugosi tragically died, and in the meanwhile Wood brought in a stand-in to hold Lugosi’s place for the scenes with him that they hadn’t shot yet. This results in Lugosi’s stand-in (Tom Mason, by name) attempting to hide the fact that he was not, in fact, Bela Lugosi, by wearing a rather ridiculous-looking Dracula cape and holding it over half of his face. It’s as silly as it sounds.

In addition, the movie features some truly hilarious special effects, including a shot of a UFO flying over California that’s very obviously a paper plate, and a plot that seems to combine The Day the Earth Stood Still and White Zombie into one hilarious package.

Choice Quote: “And remember my friend, future events such as these will affect you in the future.”

2. Birdemic: Shock and Terror (2010)

Birdemic is inspired by Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds, but upon an initial viewing, the parallels fall flat when compared to the movie’s many technical faults. The atrocious CGI is overshadowed only by the wooden acting and the flat plot. The film follows a software salesman and his Victoria’s Secret model girlfriend who suddenly find their town under attack by killer birds that, get this… spit acid and explode into flames when they touch the ground.

If this doesn’t sound good enough for you, just look at those birds. No, your eyes aren’t deceiving you. They don’t remotely blend with the background at all. It looks more like they’ve been merely copy-pasted into the frame than animated whatsoever. One has to watch them in motion to truly appreciate how awkward they move. It’s very obvious that they’ve not been rendered properly, and instead of the fluid motion traditionally associated with computer-generated effects, the bird’s wings flap jerkily, and spin around in a strange 360 degree motion. The movie has been compared to good-bad predecessors such as Plan 9 because of it’s strange and awkward tone, and in fact has been called “the best worst film [of] 2010.”

Choice Quote: “And many have died from starvation, due to the difficulty of finding enough food, such as seals.”

1. Troll 2 (1990)

You’ve seen the clip on YouTube. A young man in glasses stares, horrified, while a fly crawls leisurely across his face. “They’re eating her…” he intones, ominously, “and then they’re going to eat me. Oh my GOOOOOOOOD!” But Troll 2 is more than just one viral video of bad acting. Dig a little deeper, and you’ll find yourself what I believe to be the best bad horror movie there is.

There’s a lot to dissect here. First of all, the name Troll 2 is misleading. The movie is not actually related in any way to the 1986 fantasy film Troll. The movie was actually an unrelated Italian film called Goblins, but when it was released in America, the studio thought it better to attach the film to a previously released property. Most of the conflict on the set came from most of the crew being Italian and not having a very firm grasp of the English language, and that includes the screenwriter, whose clunky dialogue is a staple of this film’s notoriety. According to many of the American actors in this movie, they offered many times to try to make the dialogue sound more natural and a little less like it’d just gotten run through Google Translate, but the director, Claudio Fragasso, shot that one down.

This movie contains many things, but nowhere among those things are any trolls. Yes, you heard me correctly. The movie called Troll 2 contains no actual trolls. The creatures seen above are referred to as goblins throughout the whole thing. The town they live in is even called Nilbog. (No prizes to those among you who can tell in two seconds what ‘Nilbog’ spells backwards. Seems these goblins learned their disguise tactics from Son of Dracula.)

And that doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of this mess of a film, which also contains an erotic corn on the cob-eating scene. Yes, really. It must be seen to be believed.

And that concludes the list! Hopefully those of you out there who like a more low-key Halloween got to enjoy some classics of the horror genre, but as a connoisseur of cult cinema, I felt as though it was necessary to spotlight some more unconventional Halloween favorites. So pop one or more of these into your DVD slot or look them up on Netflix, and be prepared to laugh. You might even forget that it’s November.

#birdemic #classic horror #cult cinema #cult films #ed wood #good bad movies #horror #horror-comedy #horrorfiend #horrorpodcast #manos the hands of fate #new horror #nicolas cage #nofs podcast #plan 9 from outer space #so bad it's good #the wicker man #troll #troll 2

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