#Either this is real or I need to go to an asylum

[thetruetism]

Bro...

Y'all, I have maxed out my trust with Harumasa and one of the trust events I did with him had Lighter in it... Hear me out...

Homos

Just think about it, ok?

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

WRITING PROMPTS REGARDING ABORTION AND MISCARRIAGE 

trigger warnings for graphic description of the above topics, human trafficking, cannibalism, violence against pregnant women.

everything about this is entirely fictional, meant for writers. since I understand there aren’t many whump blogs that feel comfortable writing prompts about the subject (very understandable), I figured I could offer writers out there some prompts about this, in case they were looking for ideas for their works.

that being said, while the prompts are not real, the subject is very much real and can be triggering, so if it’s not something you’re comfortable with, don’t read below the line.

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*feel free to change/adjust the pronouns however you want

a pregnant whumpee got kicked in the stomach by whumper, which led to miscarriage.

a pregnant whumpee, who was a housewife, fell down the stairs at her house when her partner was away for work. she didn’t tell her partner about the incident either because she was afraid he was going to get mad at her or because she thought it was fine and didn’t want to worry him. until she suffered severe bleeding that turned the mattress red at night.

whumpee who went through miscarriage kept hallucinating a life where her child was alive and she got to raise them. caretaker tried to help her, and even though her condition only seemed to get worse, they refused to send her to an asylum. 

whumpee who lost her child during childbirth refused to surrender her child’s corpse. It was understandable at first, until the child started to decompose and rot in her arms and she, with a knife in her hand, would attack anyone who tried to take her baby away from her.

whumpee was a sex slave who got pregnant, the thing was that it was a mistake. so in order for her to be able to continue doing ‘her job’, whumper made her undergo unsafe abortion by having a straightened-out wire with sharp edge (from a coat hanger) inserted into her vagina and into her uterus. they got the fetus out, but whumpee later got a nasty infection that resulted in her suffering from hallucinations, and her not being able to stand or stop her pale, naked body from shivering. whether or not she was rescued in time is up to you, the writer. 

whumper is an OB doctor who often lied to the patients that they miscarried their perfectly healthy stillborns and that the babies needed to be surgically removed in order to save the moms’ lives. this made it very easy for the doc to get away with eating fetuses, since the moms would rather not keep the corpses of their stillborns anyway, and police were never involved. (I mean who would question a licensed physician?!)

[love-toxin]

MR O’HARA HAS ME ACTING FERAL BOTH OF MY LIPS HAS BEEN DROOLING SINCE I WATCHED ATSV OPENING NIGHT… I NEED HIM TO DESTROY ME

RIGHT??? LIKE--LIKE--

(cws: across the spiderverse spoilers, gn pronouns, smut, rough sex, mating press, size kink, biting/venom, belly bulges, mindbreak(?), breeding mention, a bit of forbidden love trope)

Like....imagine, if you will, becoming an assistant for the Spider-society after your dimension is destroyed. It's mostly because Miguel took pity on you since you're not a spider-person, you had nothing to do with the unravelling of your world, and/or you were meant to gain your spider-powers but an anomaly in your dimension prevented it. Since there's no place for you in another multiverse, he keeps you on his team both to give you asylum and to keep an eye on you just in case you prove to be an anomaly yourself....but it becomes pretty clear pretty early on that you're not really a threat. Not for violence, at least.

You're just a sweet thing that gets doted on by nearly everyone in the society--you're either a refreshing break from the endless spiderman variants running around or you remind the spiders of their Mary Janes, their Gwen Stacies, their Gayatri Singhs, and being a civilian to boot makes you the perfect candidate to have your things carried for you and be given web-slinging rides around the facility even though you're supposed to be the assistant here.

But even so, even though you're treated so lightly, Miguel really likes you and even--gasp--enjoys your company. It can be hard to tell with him, but the most perceptive of the spiders notice that Miguel keeps you in his good graces always. When he's stressed or in a bad mood, he collects himself before he speaks to you. He never snaps at you, and on the very rare times you get caught in his crosshairs, he apologizes quietly and gently and reiterates that whatever it was about, it wasn't your fault. He gives you so much wiggle room for error to the point that his companions sometimes complain outright that he's such a hardass, but he never berates you when you make a mistake, and without fail Miguel will come up with some reason for it; "That's because they don't screw up as often as you do" or "At least I can trust them to do their job", or he'll just tell whoever's bitching to leave you out of it and he'll dismiss you to discuss the matter privately.

Surprisingly, those incidents don't bother him nearly as much as when the inner circle starts getting closer to you. He feels this deep need to pull you away when Gwen offers to take you on a trip through the dimensions (although that's just plain dangerous), but it also bubbles up when Hobie hangs around and encourages you to join his band, and when Jess asks you questions about your life and is eager to hear about any potential romances you might be getting yourself into--there's a lot of single spider-people out there, and you're not tied to any dimension, so you've got plenty of options!

God, Miguel hates when Jess brings that up. You don't need to go anywhere, your place is here. You can stay here safely, which is something he can't promise in any of those other dimensions the spiders come from. But that's not the real reason, he realizes that when he feels that tingle at the sight of you holding Mayday and playing with her, having been given the task of impromptu babysitter for Peter when he has to rush off and do damage control somewhere.

It's you. He likes having you around, and it's not about letting you venture off into other dimensions, he just doesn't want you to leave him. That's why he loves it when you reply to those people, when you tell them "Oh, but I couldn't leave Mr. O'Hara! He'd lose his head without me." or "I really like this job, actually. I wanna keep working under Mr. Miguel." and especially "Miguel saved my life, I owe him all I can give. I could never leave him all alone." because it just reaffirms that desire for him to keep you as close to his side as possible. When he replays those videos of himself and his daughter, the pain is dulled for a while as he sees your eyes in hers, and envisions a future where you create a new family with him--one that he can properly protect this time.

It's that fantasy that emboldens him to lay hands on you, your body so puny and small in comparison to his massive frame, so fragile as he holds your hips in both hands and waits for you to tell him this isn't really what you want. He's waiting for it, anticipating it, even reminding you that you have the option when you look up at him shell-shocked. He promises that your answer won't affect your position here. It falls on deaf ears, however, because you desperately want to kiss him but you just don't think you can reach.

It's so adorable to see you try. Up on your tiptoes, clutching at his suit, straining to try and reach him where he's at--all it takes is an arm around your waist and he's got you off your feet and in the air, perfectly situated to press your pretty mouth to his own and awaken his instincts that have laid dormant all these long years. The stress of keeping each and every dimension following its intended canon has nearly broken him, it might have done so already if not for your unexpected appearance in his life. It's riled him up so much he doesn't think twice about taking you back to his place, nor gives him second thoughts when you help him peel that tight suit off and he tears through your clothes just as easily--maybe it really doesn't matter. His world is gone and so is yours, but you're both still here and you're begging him for another kiss, for more attention. How sweet could you possibly be? Pleading for something you'll always have and not realizing it's the least you deserve, perfect as you are?

Miguel just can't help himself anymore, he's too far gone and you’re too angelic for him to let down when you want him so badly. You don't seem to mind the rough treatment as he pushes you down either, no, you thrive on his aggressiveness and even encourage it to come out as he clambers over you. That pretty smile and those giggles as he shoves your thighs apart and spits, his venom sending electrifying tingles up and down your spine as he fingers the makeshift lube inside you. He's so bulky you can't even get your legs all the way around him when he lowers himself, forced to let your heels scrabble down his lower back as you struggle to find some kind of purchase on him--to just grab something and let it keep you steady as he slides in and rocks you into oblivion. The toxins loosen you up too, thank god, or else you'd be seriously struggling to take him in when he's practically twice your size. And he doesn't want to force it in, he just wants to ease you into the process before he allows himself to batter your poor body with thrusts that shake the whole bed--it's a little bit of payback for flaunting your pretty self around his office without ever telling him how you actually feel about him. Now you know exactly what you've been missing.

Drooling, hair sticking to your skin, sweat dripping down your chest, body gripping him like a vice yet endlessly slick....you're a total mess and he couldn't be more satisfied. You don't even try to keep yourself together, but that's all that he wants--he wants you to lose yourself in the way he makes you feel so you won't ever want to leave. The taboo is there; you're not from his dimension, he shouldn't be planning any kind of future with someone who doesn't belong in his world. But it makes it all more thrilling in the moment even if he can reason his way around it, it makes his every thrust gain power until he's breaking your willpower down enough to have your eyes rolling back in your head, hips jumping weakly as you try to participate. You don't even know how good you make him feel without lifting a finger.

Gliding through you as if you couldn't be more willing to take him, his position is clear just from a glance down at your stomach--the bulge is obvious, and as sickening as it could be your whines as you brush your fingertips over it sing his praises without a coherent word. You're so wet and stupid and needy on his cock, clearly he should've done this a long time ago when you were so much worse at hiding your pining looks at him from across the room. If he knew it would culminate into this, he would've saved the assistant crap and turned you into his stress relief toy that very first day. If he had, you might've already had a family by now....knowing him, at least.

It's still just as sweet to lick your tears up now, though. You're already drunk on his cock, it doesn't make much more difference for him to sink his fangs into your throat and pump you full of more venom straight from the source, the shock sending you straight into orgasm and dragging it out for so long he fears you might just pass out from the pleasure. It's like he's juicing up a plump little fruit until it's so ripe it could burst. And as if your own ecstasy wasn't enough, you really lose it when Miguel has you pinned and flooding that sore, fluttering little hole with so much seed it burns. Jets of pearly-white cum squirting down your thighs, painting you like a canvas without him even pulling out, because you just can't take him at his peak and you know it. You just have to whine and squirm beneath him as he fills you up, his hot breath puffing over your cheeks as he keeps you barely still enough not to wiggle away. With a shift of your hips you nearly slip off right up to the tip, his cum sloshing about and making everything too slick--but a hand slides up your neck and grips the crown of your head, his biceps flexing as he slowly pushes you back down with vermillion eyes piercing through your heated flesh. Lower, deeper, until he's seated himself up in your guts again and holds you there to milk those last few shots out of him, keep him nice and warm with those precious walls uncontrollably spasming around him. Doesn't stop you from pulling his head down closer, though, and whispering your praises while begging in whimpers in equal measure, urging him not to stop now. You're not ready to let him go.

How convenient is that? Miguel won't ever let you go, and he's known that deep in his chest since the moment you arrived--it couldn't make him any more satisfied to know that you feel the exact same way.

[lizardsfromspace]

Stumbling across that weird fanatically anti-transmasc cult again and this tweet really sums it up better than anything

Trans women are defined entirely by misery and tragedy. Historical trans women all died in asylums. That's why Christine Jorgensen, the first trans woman to get gender-affirming surgery in the US, tragically *squints* spent decades as a in-demand public speaker and headlining entertainer. Because trans women literally can't experience anything other than misery

I have a book from the 70s with an ad for a speaker's agency that lists her alongside Rod Serling and Cicely Tyson. And underneath Erich von Daniken, which is irrelevant to my point but really weird. She was not wasting away in an asylum. Many trans women led tragic lives; but many is not all, and there are historic examples, even really famous ones, of trans women who were happy

Why would they erase that to tell people trans women all suffer tragic fates and must suspect everyone oh yeah bc they're a cult preying on the vulnerable and trying to convince them they need protection (but oddly enough from other trans people more than anyone else?)

The trans man thing is a reference to Victor Barker, who was, indeed, a trans man and a fascist in the 1920s. But I think another key point is, uh, that was one fuckin' guy. Why are they tacking that on, except if they're trying to imply trans men are secretly fascists? But that'd be an absurd thing to belieTHEY BELIEVE THAT. That is a real thing these creeps believe now and are seriously implying on the reg

"You must be suspicious that trans men are fascists" is now part of their ever-evolving litany of apparently endless evil from transmascs who...called a internet famous trans woman an asshole? Made a bad tweet once? Literally anything a trans man ever does (or doesn't do) transforms into a collective action on the part of all trans men in their minds. Trans men aren't just not allies in their mind, but are comically evil Saturday morning cartoon villains

Also, of course, the insistence that trans men had it much easier than trans women. If all trans women's lives weren't misery, all trans men's lives weren't happy, either. This insistence they had it "easy" is giving James Somerton on Radclyffe Hall

This is, again, A Single Guy. You have proved two white trans men are fascists, one in the 1920s and one now. Maybe. Maybe some other factor is at play, some other identity shared, by these two men, and the majority of fascists. "Why do people think I hate trans men?" says a group with a list of trans men they hate they can trot out instantly

I think people are just primed to think evidence of one member of a marginalized group doing a shitty thing is proof they all do it, or to go "that's just one guy?". In another life this jabroni wouldn't be posting about how Mao would be a Baeddel (???), they'd be sharing Fox News stories about crimes to declare we need to deport all Muslims and Mexicans. It's the same psychology, just rotted by internet discourse instead of a more traditional reactionary ideology

Also you may wonder "wait, I'm a trans woman, and trans men calling me a Nazi happens quite rarely, actually". I'm a trans woman on the internet and trans men calling me a Nazi has happened a grand zero times. So you may then wonder why, precisely, this sweet, innocent bean who's never done anything wrong is called a Nazi so regularly they think it's a universal problem.

Anyway they tweeted out the Fourteen Words, but they said gay women instead of white children. Truly, how could anyone ever get the idea they're a Nazi

[nyx-knacks-writes]

Be More Careful, Okay?

Based off of @princeloww's idea of Alec and Campbell being uncle and nephew. I think Alec is a tad out of character here, but I saw this prompt by @prompt-dealer and had an image of Campbell being chased by an angry Alec, and I couldn't resist. No spoilers for either Broadchurch or Takin' Over the Asylum, and none for princeloww's The Never-Ending Sky, either. This is just my little idea of something that could occur if Campbell were to end up in Alec's care. I take zero credit for the idea of Campbell and Alec living together and zero credit for the prompt.

“I’m too young to die!”

“Young ain’t got nothin’ to do with it!”

Alec chased Campbell around the house, literally around the outside of the house, yelling obscenities and threatening—well, Campbell didn’t exactly know what he was threatening, but chances were high that it wasn’t good. Nature of a threat, after all.

Truth be told, Alec also didn’t know what he was threatening. He’d figure that out later. However, he did know that Campbell was in deep trouble. Trouble so deep that he wasn’t exactly sure how to punish the boy. Especially given that Campbell wasn’t even his son. So round and round they went, both yelling and trying not to slip on wet grass that would surely yank their feet out from under them at the first opportunity, causing an impromptu meeting with the cold, wet, muddy ground. 

The first offense had been the shirts. Campbell had had good intentions, really. He’d come home early from school on Monday, seen that the bathroom laundry hamper was full, and decided he’d do a load of washing to help his uncle. What a lovely nephew he was, right? Right? Wrong. Despite his best efforts to sort the colored clothing from the whites and the darks, he’d missed a pair of socks. A pair of red socks. A pair of brand-new red socks the exact color of a freshly washed fire engine gleaming in the summer sun. The shirts had come out pink. Oops. When Alec finally got to see the result of his nephew’s good intentions, he’d simply sighed and shaken his head. No sense in getting mad. He could probably do with some new shirts anyway. He’d donate the pink ones to a charity shop in town. Yeah, yeah, “real men wear pink” and all that, but what was he supposed to do? Like it or not, pink was still very much thought of as a feminine color. He could only imagine the abuse he’d suffer at the hands of his coworkers if he came in wearing a pink shirt. Big, bad DI Hardy in pink? Unthinkable. So he’d donated the old shirts, added a shopping trip to his weekend plans, and obtained the new white shirts that he preferred. A little hit to the wallet, but ultimately, no lasting harm done.

The second offense had been the soup. After the Sandbrook case had finally been solved and closed, Miller had insisted Alec start taking better care of himself and get a hobby. So what did he choose but learning to cook, which would satisfy both her demands? Ever the efficient one, wasn’t he? However, some dishes required a couple of extra hands for the sake of timing, so he would recruit Daisy and/or Campbell, depending on the day and on who was around, to help him out in the kitchen. On Tuesday, he’d needed both of them. It was going to be pumpkin soup for dinner that night, since it had been so cold and rainy, and Alec had asked Campbell to add the cream, nutmeg, salt, and pepper to the pot while he began pureeing vegetables a few cups at a time and Daisy helped him to avoid overloading the food processor. Four teaspoons of nutmeg would do it. However, when Alec caught sight of the little container of nutmeg on the counter after putting the soup back onto the stove to simmer, there was no teaspoon in sight. Instead, there was a tablespoon with a suspicious coating of brown powder sitting only an inch or so away.

“Campbell,” he’d asked slowly, “how much nutmeg did ye put in the soup?”

“Four tablespoons,” Campbell answered, looking up from the knife he was washing. “Why?”

Alec cursed, cut the gas, and put the soup pot on the stove’s back burner.

“Nutmeg is poisonous in high quantities,” he said. “The recipe called for four teaspoons, not tablespoons. If we eat that, we’ll end up in hospital.” He sighed and scrubbed a hand through his hair, debating on chastising Campbell versus just letting it go. ‘Try to read it a bit more carefully next time, aye?” he eventually said as Campbell made a point to look anywhere else but at his uncle’s eyes. “Anyone have suggestions for dinner tonight? Looks like we’ll be doing takeaway.”

The next day, Campbell really did wind up in the hospital. Not for ignoring his uncle’s warning about the soup, but instead for a skateboard accident. It had been something of an impulse buy on Campbell’s part, and while he was getting to be rather good when it was dry, he’d not yet practiced when it was wet. He’d missed the bus to school in the morning, pondered what to do, and instead of calling a friend or his uncle or even Ellie Miller, he’d decided that the best possible way to rectify this problem was to attempt to skateboard to school and ask to leave the board in the office until the end of the day. He’d load up his backpack, throw on a rain jacket, hop on the board, and sail off into the morning light, perfectly balanced and confident that as long as he was careful, nothing would go wrong. 

What actually happened was that he rolled out with all his things, made it about halfway to the building, hydroplaned on a small hill, and ate dirt. Great. One ambulance ride, a thorough wound-washing, a chunk of chin and six stitches later, he was sitting in a hospital bed as Alec chewed him out for being irresponsible and not just calling for help or walking to school instead of getting on a set of wheels that had not been properly tested for mildly inclement weather. Not that he could be too hard on the boy. His intentions (get to school without inconveniencing anyone) had been good, and the fall, given its consequences, had really been punishment enough for poor Campbell. He looked like he’d expected a bowl of cherries and gotten a cherry bomb instead: a little confused and a lot regretful. Like he was contemplating the choices in his life that had brought him to this moment. 

Thursday had been blessedly normal. No blood, no pink shirts, no ruined meals. Normal ride to school, normal day, normal ride home. He didn’t even have homework for once in his school career! Maybe he was in the clear! Maybe his little bad-luck streak was over!

And then on Friday he inadvertently dyed his uncle’s hair a bright teal. What he wanted to do was put a teal streak in his own hair. It had been something he’d been thinking about for a while, and after having such a rough week, he figured that it wouldn’t hurt to try. He’d spent the afternoon in and out of the bathroom, making sure he was doing it right and not dying the whole house at the same time, and it had come out beautifully! Not a drop anywhere but in his hair, nice clean stripe, absolutely gorgeous. His one mistake? Leaving the bottle in the shower. When he’d gone to rinse out the excess dye, he’d taken the bottle into the shower with him to check the instructions for how to properly care for the freshly dyed hair. When he was all set, he’d left it there. And what did his poor, unsuspecting uncle do when he went to wash his hair later that night? He grabbed the dye bottle instead of the shampoo. And what did he see when his hair finally dried? Bright teal. Everywhere. All over his head. No missing it. Thus leading to the lovely game of ring-around-the-house. It was a little childish, yeah, but Campbell hadn’t been sure what his uncle was going to do with him when the newly teal-headed man had stormed into the living room with murder in his eyes. The options had been limited, so Campbell chose to run. 

Uncle and nephew made the oval at least four times over, pushing Alec’s pacemaker to the limit, before Alec finally stopped seeing red and had the bright idea to simply wait for Campbell to come back around again. He snagged at his nephew’s hood when the opportunity presented itself and pulled the boy against his chest. 

“Campbell, I . . . why?” Alec asked helplessly, wind going out of his sails. “I know ye’ve had a tough time adjusting here, but why?”

“I didnae mean to!” Campbell squawked. “I left the dye in the shower by accident, I swear!”

“I know ye didnae mean to, I’m asking ye why ye haven’t been more careful! Two out of the last five days ye’ve injured or nearly killed yerself, an’ I just want to know why!”

Alec stopped for a moment, released a breath, and let it go. 

“Look, I know ye’re not happy to be here. I know nothing’s the same and ye’re not even with yer mum and da anymore. I’m worried about ye. Please, just . . . I need ye to be more careful. That’s all. That’s why I’m upset. Now please, let’s stop these Looney Tunes shenanigans an’ go back inside. It’s too cold an’ wet to be out at this time of night.”

Campbell stopped to consider that for a moment, and Alec realized what he’d said. However, the apology wasn’t halfway out of his mouth before Campbell cracked a grin.

“But I am a looney.” 

“Campbell—”

“How can ye expect me no’ to engage in Looney Tunes shenanigans when I am, in fact, a looney?”

“Campbell—”

“In fact, you ought to be thankful that I don’t engage in more Looney Tunes shenanigans just to spite ye! In fact—!”

“Campbell!”

The boy in question stopped talking, but his grin didn’t fade even a little.

“Yes?”

“Inside. Please.”

And so, the pair trooped to the door in silence, neither sure what to say to the other until Campbell paused with his hand on the doorknob.

“I’ll be more careful,” he promised. “I didnae mean to worry ye, really. I’ve just had an unlucky couple of days. I’m fine.”

“Really fine?”

“Aye, really fine.”

“And ye know ye can ask fer help any time?”

“Aye.”

“And—”

“Yes, yes, come on, let’s go inside! I haven’t eaten since lunch, an’ dinner won’t cook itself. What are we makin’ tonight?”

[umbrellajam]

*steeples fingers and stares at my tablet with gimlet eyes*

so. Road to NML. You mean to tell me that the reason the rest of the country, Congress, and the President himself decided to write Gotham off, blow the bridges, and isolate everyone left - all criminals and asylum lunatics and 'undesirables', of course - was in large part due to *checks notes* a satanic rock star's unnatural, irresistible charisma and cult-like media manipulations aimed at dooming the city for his own benefit?

and that in order to find out what actually happens to this villain, who disappears from the Batman and 'Tec storylines...I'd have to *checks notes* read Azrael's event issues?

....yeah, PASS. I only included JPV's book on my reading list when I absolutely had to (*cough* whenever Cass pops up *cough*), so it's off to the wiki summaries for me!

...but okay, on the one hand I find it very funny how thoroughly fandom has excised this demonic media influencer aspect from the collective consciousness of NML - or at least it had never made its way to me via either fic or fandom posts. I know how few people read comics in general in this fandom, and even for those who do, NML is a Beast that only a percentage have tackled (see: me just starting to pick away at it!), so honestly it's not that surprising.

and like it can easily be left out of the story and still leave it coherent lmao!! One can certainly argue things are in fact neater that way; certainly it's not something that would ever be kept (or at least not in the same form) if NML were adapted to another medium, except as perhaps a normal media demagogue (or a montage of them).

but on the other hand...hmm. Thinking about Hurricane Katrina hitting all of six years after the NML storyline played out. And the debate over whether funds should be used for reconstructing New Orleans and other massively damaged areas. And people around the country wondering if New Orleans would or should be rebuilt at all. Or if a vibrant, historic city would just be basically wiped off the map.

I know this is a conversation that happens everywhere and every time a major disaster wrecks a city. There are always huge fights over disaster aid and funding allocations of any kind.

but man. It's something to see this fictionalized depiction in such close proximity to a real life disaster that paralleled it so strongly, and to know that - yes, there are always people who Do Not Abandon Their Homes and work to reclaim them. Yes, massive amounts of aid (federal and otherwise) and federal reconstruction funding did get dispensed. Yes, people cared, and yes, we rebuilt.

so...maybe we do actually need the demonic social media influencer's evil powers in order to comic book logic explain how everyone in the country turned their backs on Gotham and created No Man's Land.

like - no, it's not necessary. the narrative would work without it. and yet...

the premise imagines - requires? - a significantly more callous, selfish populace. Still plausible and compelling! Possibly even stronger as a story since the turnaround for No Man's Land still hinges on winning the country over to open Gotham back up, let aid in, and rebuild. But. You do have to start from - kind of a bleaker take on humanity?

it also kind of reminds me of what scintillyyy pointed out a few weeks ago about Dick killing the Joker, and how actually there's an important comic book superpower interaction going on there, too, with Rancor present massively amplifying Dick's hate and anger to push him over the edge.

but so few people ever notice or remember that and it certainly isn't one of those things that gets transmitted via fandom osmosis. (It was news to me!!) People focus on Dick breaking down and letting loose solely due to being pushed too far.

and that's extremely compelling on its own! It is! Just like the no-satanic-Nick-Scratch NML.

just thinking about fandom's tendency to ellide the supernatural or powered influences that are canonically affecting a situation, in order to explore/focus on more purely humanistic explanations or motivations...that actually end up being darker than what we might reasonably expect from real life, or from a character's typical values.

like it's part wanting to brush off comic book nonsense, part wanting to dive into gritty realism (that's not always realistic), part not having all the information because of learning things secondhand so you construct the most reasonable explanation...idk it's just interesting.

anyway.

more importantly: Dick and Tim are adorable in 'Tec 727-729!! Especially love them trading off yelling each other's names in fear/alarm, and also trading off protecting each other - Dick's "You hurt that kid and you're gonna be eating through a tube!" and Tim's clever solo rescue of a thoroughly captive Dick via clever use of a voice modulator and a two-way radio. The Boys 😊

[strangestcase]

For the people that are going to do Dracula Daily this year:

One of the subplots that Dracula covers, and arguably the most important subplot, is one centered around a psychiatric patient confined to an asylum- it touches upon the way he sees the world, his relationship with his doctor, and how he relates to and perceives the villain VS the heroes, since for most of the plot he believes the villain to be good and strives to serve him.

Both the patient and the doctor characters (who are part of the main cast and very important to moving the plot foward in their own ways!) are portrayed as sympathetic victims to the main villain and mostly on the side of good, but in different ways, and, of course, the way they are written is informed by the beliefs of the time.

I won't spoil anything too important about it, just warn you that this subplot depicts Victorian Era ableism, which is... pretty extreme, and forms of medical abuse (specifically, psychiatric abuse) that still exist today!

This plotline involves:

-depictions of hallucinations, delusions, and irrational thinking

-medical malpractice: delusions being encouraged, patients being dehumanized, prolonged use of dangerous restraints

-unsanitary behavior (eating live animals)

-ableist attitudes from most of the hero characters

(other Dracula fans pls tell me if I've missed something)

What do I make of this? you ask. Well...

Do not excuse medical abuse, even if it's fictional. The doctor character is, for all his medical malpractice, depicted as a complex person that has some likeable traits and he undergoes a pretty sad arc relating to loss and trauma, like most of the heroes of this novel. This doesn't make him any less of an abuser, nor makes his patient any less of a victim!

Refrain from using ableist language or rethoric. The patient character, being written for a very old horror book, is often depicted as "unsettling" and his strange behavior is sometimes played for horror. This 1) doesn't make his situation any less deplorable 2) doesn't make him any less sympethetic and most importantly 3) doesnt give you a free pass to treat him as a scary horror monster. He's a victim of both the real monster of this story and the system he lives in.

Listen to psychotic fans. Research the history of Victorian asylums. Understand the historical context. Look at this subplot from a holistic perspective instead of treating it as a horror story within a horror story (although, it is a horror story, but not for the reasons some think it is!). Just don't be a dick to disabled people.

If any part of this subplot triggers or squicks you, you are not obligated to read it, just be aware that it exists and that it is important to avoid perpetuating ableist stereotypes, be they present in the original text or not. (Hell, you are not obligated to read any part of the book if you don't want to do so. Dracula Daily is supposed to be fun. Analyzing literature is supposed to be fun. Enjoying literature is supposed to be fun!)

For the love of God, don't get angry if some fans dislike the doctor character for what he's done and take the patients' side. This was an issue during the last Dracula Daily run. He's literally the victim in this relationship. I'm not saying you can't like or dislike either character but I have to reiterate: do not erase either character's contribution to the plot, do not demonize the patient character for being mentally ill in an "ugly" way and beliveing the villain is good, and don't woobiefy the doctor character because he said a funny thing once. Both are complex adult human beings so don't expect them to be caricatures.

Do not be afraid to call out ableist behavior from other fans, but also be careful to not overstep or talk over disabled fans, especially psychotic fans.

During the Dracula Daily run, some blogs will warn about the entries in which this subplot takes place, and what triggers apply for each one of them. If you need those warnings, don't be afraid to reach out for them!

Happy reading!

[yourtoradorasextendedwarranty]

Your countries are being invaded and your too blinded by accusations of "Bigotry" and "Racism" to actually do anything about it. What am I talking about?

-

Let me explain something to the left and any moderate that might have an issue with my framing. These are not people seeking asylum because of persecution. These are economic migrants trying to extract from our countries while their first act in flooding here is economic instability and eventual collapse. It has nothing to do with cultural dislike, or racism of any kind.

Fact is most people in most places hate how their governments are run. The US Gov I can actually weigh in on, because we have sent billions in tax dollars to Ukraine and foreign interests. We have spent millions if not billions on homelessness yet still have a huge homeless issue in places that claim to care about it more than anywhere else.

But what's the issue. 80%-90% of the people coming are military age men. In some cases that percentage is north of 98%. Meaning there are almost never any women or children coming here. And at least in the US they are coming here with their fist act as breaking US law. I live in Texas. This state is heavily affected by illegal immigration. Hard part is, most people don't tend to see the effects until it's too late. The more people that flood your country, the worse the economy in your country will be. Slow trickle can be handled. What we are experiencing can't be. Why?

So not to be the "THER TAKN OUR JUBS", but in reality they are. They will work for lower wages. They don't care if they get healthcare. And the employer does not have to care about the red tape hiring them. They get the profit with almost none of the other complexities that come from hiring a legal citizen. What's more, we barely have enough jobs for the people that live here and yet we flood millions in through the southern border every single year. Functionally, this is an issue. We might be a melting pot, but what happens when our cultures are deleted outright because the flood gets too big?

And this is a real risk. Cultural decimation. These people don't care about their own countries. What makes you think they care about yours? They will extract. Destroy. And they will move on. They don't realize they are doing it have the time but consider the fact that the UN has not helped in this at all. Consider the fact that the WEF has not at all helped in this. The US can hold the population of the world sure, but fact of the matter is that should not be our goal. There are too many cultures, and there are too many offset forms of belief.

We can barely keep our own country working properly and inflation is the worst it's been in almost ever. We can't take care of our own and yet the bleeding heart class in the US just expects us to take in everyone from everywhere at all times. Economically we can't handle this. Socially and culturally we can't handle this. People need to go to countries through the proper sources. They need to do it legally. But what's more, these countries are losing their working age and military age men. IN THE THOUSANDS and MILLIONS. What is the result to the country these people are leaving? What of the women and children left behind?

No one wants to have this conversation because they are scared of being called a xenophobe or a racist. But having love for your country and wanting it to continue to function, and not have your culture crushed under the weight of actual invaders, isn't either of those things. And before you go, "Oh well how dare you call them invaders ~" here is the definition for you.

Look at the second listing. I understand the idea behind wanting others to be happy. I understand the idea behind wanting people from other places to not suffer. But these people are leaving their countries, rather than fighting for them. They have abandoned their mothers, daughters, wives, sisters, aunts, and grandmothers in most cases.

Most of you need to face the reality that the real world is not a fair place. But if you want your country to thrive and survive there needs to be a process in which it functions. These people are ignoring that entire process. If Italy can't deport the people that just arrived on that ship, outnumbering the entire population of the island they just landed on, there will be consequences. And they will not be good. The language will start to shift. The religions in the area will change. The entire culture will change. Then at some point, they will decide, "This is our land now, and it's always been ours". It's objectively conquest by sheer numbers. And while they might not individually have any ill intent. That won't matter in the long term.

This isn't a conspiracy. It's not bigotry. Open a history book and read. I'm pro immigration. 100% I'm for it. But how long are the lines for the people coming here legally? How many people have been denied citizenship over BS reasons? And not only are we allowing illegals in at a more than alarming rate (specifically in the US), but we are spending tax dollars on giving them roofs over their heads, and handouts, and in some places they are even getting monthly allowances.

Explain to me how we are doing this for people with no respect for the country, or it's laws, and yet you can't solve homelessness? You can't make a VA that actually functions properly? You can't get out out of inflation? So to the people cheering on illegal immigration, you are voting for your own demise. And every penny spent on them, is not one spent on a legal immigrant. Every penny spent on them is not spend helping the homeless. Every penny spent on them is not spent on healthcare.

This might be a controversial post and some people may even block, mute or unfollow me for it and that's fine. But history speaks for itself. And every country that has dealt with this for too long has collapsed over time. Pretty much every single time.

You should be concerned. Before you end up as the one who's displaced, and is fleeing.

[johnsjackolantern4902]

Different Scarecrows reacting to a high reader getting very flirty and horny, (but also getting shy to verbally ask for sex)

BTAS from his first episode specifically

He tries to get you to tone it down out of embarrassment the first time. You're going gentle and mainly body worshipping him. The tenderness and loving attention makes his heart flutter. The longer it goes on, the less he can resist.

BTAS

"D-dear, please..." He's flustered. You gently body worship him, gradually getting more and more sexual. He becomes putty in your hands the more you go on. You're probably the first person to treat him this way and he's absolutely loving it.

TNBA

Also very flustered the first time, especially as your body worshipping gets more sexual. He goes from his tough, threatening persona to your little bitch real fast. His heart is pounding, he's so anxious because he's not used to it, but so at ease at the same time because he knows you mean no harm whatsoever. As he overcomes his anxiety, he actively encourages you to keep going.

Salecrow

He's all over you right back and slips into subspace. He lets you do whatever you want to him and begs for more.

Yellow Lantern

He's enjoying and basking in the attention he's getting. He can't think, he's in heaven. All he can do is beg you to keep going.

Mof

He's so awkward and flustered, especially as you get more sexual. He doesn't know how to handle it. He just lets you do whatever you want with him out of desperation and desire. He's very embarrassed about asking for more, but he wants it so bad, so he occasionally asks you very meekly.

Arkham Asylum

He's a giggling mess. You're so cute. He can't keep his hands off you either, he's totally doting over you. He's mirroring everything you do to him and making sure you get everything right back tenfold. He's giving you so much praise and asking if you want more. He especially praises you when you ask for more without his help because he knows it's hard.

Arkham Knight

Well this is interesting. He's studying your every move, mentally taking notes, especially the first time. He tries not to show his insecurity as you reveal more of him to yourself, but you see him tense up. His anxiety is soothed and his muscles relax whenever you greet every part of him with kisses and a loving stare rather than disgust. He notices you get shy saying what you want and resort mainly to showing it, he teases you into saying everything you want in order to get it. Once you say what you want, he makes sure you're handsomely rewarded as best as he can.

Legends of the Dark Knight

He's an anxious and flustered mess. He keeps wanting to ask you if this is genuine, but keeps stopping himself every time he sees the loving look in your eyes as you dote over every part of him. He's trying his best to give you physical affection back, but he's not the best at it and he's very shy and awkward about it, but he's trying.

As the Crow Flies

He's embarrassed, but he leaves you be. When it starts getting sexual, he gets avoident, which saddens you. Once he notices that his avoidance saddens you, he feels bad. He reassures you that he loves you too, but now's not the time. He promises to cuddle you and let it escalate later when he's done what he's doing. He makes sure it's worth the wait.

Scarebeast

He PURRS!!! He's all over you right back. I really hope you prepped your hole earlier.

Nightwing

He's surprised, but not in a bad way. He praises you and encourages you to say what you want verbally.

Man Bat

Same thing as Nightwing Scarecrow times ten. He really makes you wanna call him Daddy.

Catwoman

He's surprised, but he can't for the life of him tell you to stop even if it's not appropriate in the moment. He wants it way too badly. He hurriedly takes you to an appropriate spot and begs you to keep going.

Harley Quinn comics

He's dumbfounded. His toxic obsession with his image wants you to stop, but his need for this is way stronger. This is the first time he lets himself be vulnerable with you.

HQAS

He's all over you. He absolutely loves this, he gets horny before you even start getting sexual. He's moaning loudly and frantically begging you not to stop. He's acting like it's the first time he's been doted over sexually in years. Mega drama queen, but you love that about him.

Fear State

He's caught off-guard. He's not really doing anything, he's just curiously observing you. As it gets more sexual, he starts to pet your head. He takes you to the bedroom if you're not already there and refuses to please you unless you ask him to verbally. He teases you too, he loves it when you beg.

God of Fear

He's surprised, but it's not unwelcome. He praises you and encourages you to keep going.

No Man's Land

Religious trauma moment. He's conflicted. He loves it, but he's been hardwired to be ashamed of his sexuality. He expresses this and asks you to take it easy and go slower. You comply and check in with him frequently as you go on.

Batwoman

Oh he's loving it. He's taking on the more dominant role as he observes you, insisting you ask for what you want verbally and reveling in your shyness and hesitation. He has to keep himself from pouncing on you right away.

Year One

He's a little embarrassed and awkward at first because he doesn't know how to take it. Once you start getting sexual, he doesn't hesitate to ask you to slow down because ✨️religious trauma✨️ You agree and slow it down as best you can, frequently checking in until he assures you he'll let you know if he gets uncomfortable. He enjoys what you're doing a lot, but doesn't know how to let you know that. He's so grateful for you.

Knight Terrors

Well this is interesting! He's totally loving it, but is asking you a lot of questions to understand your actions and thoughts better. As you get more sexual, he starts to get in the mood too and begins teasing you and encouraging you to say what you want.

Lego

Since he's the size of a lego man and you're high, it's a little hard for you to do it right, but you give it your best. He's giggling and smiling non-stop at first and kissing you back. As you get more sexual, he gets bashful and shy, but doesn't want you to stop. He comes out of his shell more and more until next thing you know, you have a desperate horny little Scarecrow in your hand begging for more.

[mistahgrundy]

I watched the second Joker movie. after the cut, massive spoilers! Massive rambling!

It's bad. Yes.

Little bit about me in case this escapes containment: I like villains. I'm a villain guy. I make a comic about villains! I've always liked them most in cartoons and comics etc since I was a kid. I am not an incel, I do not hate women. I am in fact a married gay trans man. I liked the first Joker movie. I like the joker. Although, gotta say, my fav joker is mark hamill joker because I am a man of taste lmao. I'm not really a Joker/Harley kinda person. I don't have strong feelings about that couple either way. So, that's me. I'm just a normal guy. I like batman comics but I don't keep up with them.

aaaaanyway. So like, the first movie is alright. It's not my favorite movie by any stretch of the imagination and I prefer the movie it's very obviously cribbing from (The King of Comedy).

a little confession: I did not watch this legally. I watched some kinda cam recording of it from a theatre. Maybe you're mad I did that or maybe you're glad I didn't give Todd Phillips money. Either way keep that to yourself I don't give a shit, I'm not going to a theatre to get covid for this.

Damn I am typing!! Sorry sorry I'll get to the movie. Here I go!

The movie starts with like a five minute fake old warner brothers looney tune starring Arthur Fleck in which his shadow keeps stealing his identity and hurting people. Weird. Ok. I kinda knew at that point I needed to buckle up for some self indulgence.

Short description of the plot: Arthur/Joker is in Arkham asylum now and he's medicated, the guards treat him like shit and pay him for jokes with cigarettes. He's got a lawyer and he's getting ready for a competency hearing to judge whether or not he can stand trial or if he'll be declared legally insane. The movie seems to weirdly imply that if he gets declared incompetent he'll be released but that's not how that works in real life...

While he's in Arkham he meets a girl named Lee in a singing group and here's where the movie just takes a hard right down into a drain. From now on you're in for a lot of off key singing from Arthur and pretty Ok singing from Lee (I mean it's Lady Gaga). It's kind of a drag on the movie, takes up a lot of time, and I think the movie would only be an hour long if it didn't have these 1970s style variety show interludes.

Arthur starts his trial and at some point Lee convinces him to fire his lawyer and defend himself as The Joker. The guards back at Arkham hate this and one night they all attack him in the shower and the movie seems to imply they did something pretty bad to him. Then when he's lying catatonic in solitary the guards murder one of his only friends in the asylum while he listens. He sorta just gives up at this point and doesn't wanna play anymore.

Nobody likes this. Lee hates it. Everyone abandons him. He wipes his makeup off confesses his mother's murder and just as the jury is announcing him guilty on all charges a carbomb goes off outside the court and Arthur escapes into the street aided by some guy dressed up as the joker.

After that Arthur finds Lee (Harley Quinzel) on those tall ass stairs from the first movie and she sings him that's entertainment signifying that their relationship is over and the cops arrest him.

He's taken back to Arkham and re medicated. Some time later a guard comes and gets him and tells him he's got a visitor and on his way another inmate stabs him to death, the end.

No you don't get to find out who that visitor was!!

Okay, so, thoughts! First of all, Arthur Fleck in this movie gets treated like an innocent baby man. In the first movie you can tell he's got problems, obviously, and he's a little bit pathetic and empathetic in the beginning but he's also you know in charge of himself despite his difficulty with reality. He's the one deciding to hurt others and murder.

But in the sequel it's all baby man all the time. He's a widdle baby a widdle birthday boy and none of this is his fault. Everyone's soooo mean to him. :( Harley Quinnzel is sooo conniving. She lied to him, boohoo, she's rich actually, she's a temptress. The movie goes out of its way to let you know that Arthur is low IQ, never went to highschool, his own mom hated him, he's gullible, he's passive and docile. He'd never hurt a fly... You think the movie will switch this up at some point and redeem itself? Hahahaahahaha nooooo in fact that way he just dies at end almost paints him as some martyred saint like biblical figure. If they make a (or were planning to make) a 3rd movie where he resurrects I am going to be so mad.

So Harley lies to him from the get go, tells him she's from his neighborhood, she's an arsonist, her abusive dad's dead, her mom's awful. In reality she's a rich girl with a psychiatric degree, her alive parents are doctors and obviously she is not from his neighborhood.

Honestly, and this probably would have made the movie even more fucked up, but I do wish the movie was more about this. It's barely about this. Joker forgives her basically instantly after a weird little musical fantasy sequence and it's like whatever. He has to forgive her, he's the perfect liddle baby man, remember? He's there to get abused and used by wily females. From Harley to his lawyer to his mother...

There was one scene in the movie that was good, and it was during the trial when they bring out Mr. Puddles from the first movie to testify. Mr. Puddles was in the party clown business with Arthur, he's a little person, and watched Arthur murder someone in the first movie.

He has a scene where he talks about how scared he was and how small he felt and how being there for that has hurt him and ruined his life and Joker almost has a moment of clarity. The only good scene in the movie. The scene where the movie itself almost has a moment of clarity.

Big props to Leigh Gill, who owned that scene hard.

Everything from Harley abandoning him after lying about being pregnant with their child (another wily female thing, baby trapping!!), his death, his trial, it's all just. Oh look at the poor lil guy. I find the whole thing really creepy. And all that for nothing. It was barely important to the plot.

Like yeah the musical interludes ground the movie to a dead halt and made the pacing very bad, but whatever about that. It's the PLOT that's the bad part. Holy moly.

Sorry if this is also poorly paced and not well thought out, lol, I'm just mind dumping after thinking about the movie for a day (I watched it yesterday)

But yeah them's my thoughts.

Also my cat just ate a click beetle and I don't think she liked it.

[nekoannie-chan]

Getting to know each other again

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 400 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: All Steve wants is to get you back.

Major Tags: Fluff, angst, mention of amnesia.

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Steve woke up agitated again. Again, he had that nightmare about the day you disappeared and how your body vanished between his fingers. If they had left him, he would have finished off Thanos himself with his own hands.

He had searched through many books, through your things, everywhere. He needed a solution, a way he could bring you back.

The emptiness of being without you was enormous, and nothing could fill it. He tried to occupy his mind with different activities, but one way or another, everything always came back to you.

Several times he thought that there must be some way to go back in time, and he didn't even care if he had to start all over again; he was able to do whatever it took to bring you back.

He ran as fast as he could when he saw they were coming back. He didn't want you to be alone; it would probably be too confusing. He didn't have much time to think about how he was going to explain to you what had happened.

He stopped when he was close; he took a breath; he needed to calm down first; you couldn't see him so upset either; although it was obvious that he couldn't hide what had happened, he couldn't wipe the passage of time from his face.

“Y/N," Steve said carefully.

You looked at him confused; you didn't know what had happened.

“What happened? What am I doing here? “you questioned, looking around you. Steve was about to answer you when you interrupted him. “Who are you?"

Now Steve was the one who was confused, but then he remembered that maybe there was a slight possibility that you had suffered a blow to the head just before you disappeared; in fact, you were unconscious when he hugged you before you vanished.

He bit his lip, trying to contain all the feelings that were welling up inside him. He managed to convince you to go with him.

"Y/N has amnesia." Those words kept echoing in Steve's head, but he wasn't going to give up hope, not this time; somehow he was going to make you regain your memory, and if not, then he was going to make you get to know each other again, like in the beginning, until you fell in love with him again.

He wasn't going to lose you again.

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Mysteries be unwinding with this one!

Exp Logs

(A DOAI Fanfic!)

Warnings: Angst, slight blood, body horror

Word Count: 2407

Darkness surrounded Clyde as they groaned. The large Veldigun’s vision was incredibly groggy and their limbs felt weak. When they looked up, they saw their sibling, Spec, terrified and backing away from them. “Sp-Spec?” Clyde spoke weakly, trudging closer to them. “What are you doing here?”

“Stay away from me!” They shrieked, backing away even further. Clyde tilted their head. “Spec?” The smaller Veldigun yelped while Clyde looked behind them. Nothing was there. “Stay away from me, you monster!” Then, everything clicked.

“Spec. I did what I had to do! I need to protect you!” Clyde cried out, trying to reach for them. Spec curled up into a ball and backed up. “You killed children!” Clyde was trying to think of a response, but saw something behind their sibling.

“Spec! Look out!” Clyde yelled as they tried to rush over to the smaller Veldigun. Before either of them could do anything, a caretaker stabbed Spec through the back, causing the blade to go right through their chest. “SPECTOR!” Clyde screamed as they fell right in front of their bleeding, dying sibling.

But it wasn’t real. Clyde woke up in a pool of their own tears. They were shaking. They were shaking like a leaf even though they were a large and deadly creature. Clyde looked around the cave they decided to take shelter in and sighed. They winced to themselves before curling up, trying to fall back into their slumber.

This Monday was one of the most dreadful days of Alex’s life. They knew that this was incredibly important and had to be done, but they couldn’t help but dread every moment of it. So, they thought it would be best to attempt the theft near the end of their shift. Hours ticked by ever so slowly as the day went on, only causing the lump in Alex’s stomach to grow even heavier.

Eventually, they were in the last hour of their shift, six o clock. Alex sighed heavily as they tended to a sickly patient. “Am I going to die here?” The patient said in a hushed voice. Alex dishonestly shook their head. “No. You’re not going to die here. Just try to get some sleep, okay?” The patient nodded slowly before turning over in their bed.

Alex looked outside of the patient’s room, knowing their next destination. They felt their feet drag on the ground as they walked out and shut the door behind them. Red, flickering lights lined the long hallway, making them shiver. Alex took a deep breath. “Alright, Alex. This is your one shot. Don’t screw it up.”

Their legs felt like steel as they trudged through the hallway. Breathing became more and more difficult with every step. Alex headed down to door 66, seeing the familiar, yet terrifying doors. They quickly swirled their head and turned to their left. There, they only saw a dead end. Or so it seemed…

With closer inspection, Alex found a strange, yet small curve in the floor tile. They bent down and ran their hand over it before sticking their fingers beneath the curve. A slight pull was all it took to lift up the trap door. Now, Alex was peering into a dark tunnel with a ladder nailed to the wall. “Found it.” Alex said to themselves with a gulp of fear.

Swallowing their courage, Alex one foot on the ladder, then the other. Darkness swallowed them as they climbed further down into the underbelly of the asylum. After what seemed like hours, their left foot felt the flat surface of concrete. Taking off their goggles, Alex blinked so their eyes could adjust to the light.

Faint, flickering, white lights lined the roof of the hallway, creating an eerie feeling. However, the strangest part of the hallway was the seemingly endless amount of cages surrounded by stone that lined both sides of the tunnel. “What the hell?” Alex whispered to themselves as they walked through the hallway.

They tried to make as little noise as they could. Therefore, they were able to hear nearly every sound in the cellar. Groans and growls came from the cages as they walked passed. Alex tried not to pay attention to them, worried that whatever was in there would cause a ruckus if they did so. Then, they reached the lab.

Large, quietly buzzing monitors filled the back of the room, showing where every camera was in the entire asylum. A desk covered in messy papers was placed beneath the monitors and a surgical table covered in dried blood rested in the middle of the room. Various surgical tool sat on a stand to the right of the table. The stench was easily the worst part of the room. Death, blood, and various other depraved smells swirled around the room.

Alex gagged as they put a hand over their mouth. Their eyes began to sting slightly and they began stumbling towards the desk. “The chest…Where is that chest?” They opened their eyes slightly, trying to scan over the work. A tiny navy blue chest with red embroidery was tucked right under a monitor.

Alex quickly grabbed it and fumbled it open. Many small items were scattered inside of it. Rummaging through the chest, they felt around for anything that could resemble a USB drive. Then, their fingers grazed something that was thin and metallic.

They quickly pulled out the tiny object and examined it. It was a tiny USB drive and the steel colored base had writing written in Sharpie. It said, “Exp Logs”. They had found it. “Yes!” Alex quietly hissed and stuffed the USB in their pocket, but their joy was quickly short-lived.

The soft sound of thudding and claws scraping against metal alerted Alex. They looked around them, trying to find a place to hide. Having little time to look, Alex decided to hide under the desk. They bent down and crawled through the side, since the front was almost completely covered with a metallic plate.

Alex peeked underneath the plate only to see two caretakers walking through the hallway. They were as silent as always as they approached Alex’s hiding spot. Alex put a hand over their mouth so their breathing couldn’t be heard, but they couldn’t do anything about how fast their heart was racing. Then, the caretakers did something completely unexpected.

They started clicking and growling at each other. This behavior incredibly confused Alex. It was only then that they realized that the caretakers weren’t necessarily human. The caretakers clicked as they looked through some of the papers on the desk. Both of them took a few before turning around and walking away.

Every second felt dreadful to Alex as they waited to make sure that the caretakers were gone. Eventually, the cellar door clicked shut and Alex slipped out. They waited a few more seconds before booking it to the ladder. They couldn’t be happier to get out of that hell hole. Although, they could’ve sworn that they heard someone say their name.

Alex quickly shut the trap door and ran to clock out before heading to their car. Once they finally sat down in the driver’s seat, they pulled out the USB. “I did it…I fucking did it…” They gasped as they leaned their head against the seat. It took a few seconds to catch their breath before driving off.

“Hewwo?” Spec squeaked as Alex entered their house. “Hewwo?” This was just what they needed to cheer up, so they chuckled happily. “You’re always so silly.” Alex smiled at their Veldigun friend, which made them grin back. Then, their expression turned more somber. “Lankmann wants to talk to you again.”

Alex knew exactly why they were worried. “Spec, they weren’t the reason why I cried yesterday.” The Veldigun tilted their head. “Are you sure?” Alex nodded reassuringly. “I’m sure.” Spec flickered their tail wearily. “Okay…Just let me know if you need a hug or anything, alright?” Alex smiled warmly at them. “I will.”

Alex quickly booted up the monitor and was quickly met with The Hijacker. “Ah! Alex, nice to see you again!” It started to speak. “So, do you have it?” Alex nodded and showed it the USB. “Excellent! Now plug it in, would ya?” Without hesitation, Alex did as they were told.

Sparks danced on The Hijacker once again, absorbing the information. “This is…disturbing.” It said in a soft voice. “Can I ask you something before we start?” Alex nodded. “Anything.” The Hijacker sighed. “What was your friend’s name?” Alex raised an eyebrow, but quickly answered. “Mortimer Grey. He was an animator who made the tapes for the foundation. I used to work with them since I voiced Toon Lankmann.”

The Hijacker nodded as it started to look through the files. “Seems like they were highly respected in the foundation.” Alex nodded, confirming their statement. “They were…” A few seconds passed as The Hijacker was looking through the files. “I-I can’t believe this…He…He.” It murmured, scrolling through various files. “What did he do?” Alex gritted their teeth as the hairs on the back of their neck raised.

“He…He‘a been using your patients…as experiments.” The Hijacker then pulled up an image of a patient being forcibly strapped down onto the surgical table. Caretakers surrounded them, armed with syringes and scalpels. The poor patient was covered in cuts…and they’re limbs appeared to be discolored. Yellow and black stripes faintly covered their right arm and left leg. Despite this, Alex recognized the patient.

“That’s Simon!” They jumped out of the chair with gritted teeth. “I took care of them for a week before…before the caretakers took them.” Alex sat back down in the chair. “What have they done to them?”

The Hijacker shook their head. “It’s sickening, isn’t it?” It shuddered before scrolling through more photos. Alex saw each of them as they passed. A goopy, purple bird-like Veldigun was being tased by a caretaker. An experiment that looked like Mortimer’s Candy Mouse was sitting in the corner of their cell, sobbing. A green rabbit that looked like it had a box for a chest was biting one of the caretaker’s hands. Then, The Hijacker stopped. “Oh my…”

“What?” Alex raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong?” The Hijacker turned to face them. “Your friend…they’re still alive.” Alex’s eyes widened as they gripped the edge of the chair. “How?! I saw the blood.” The Hijacker sighed before showing an image that made Alex feel ill.

A black and white striped hand covered most of the camera, but Alex could vaguely see a body behind it. The body wore black and white overalls and also had striped limbs like the rest of the experiments. Their face almost looked like a 1930’s cartoon character, but it was heavily distorted. The left eye was droopy and yellow. Their mouth looked to be incredibly outstretched. Judging by the jet black hair, Alex knew who they were.

“Mortimer!” Alex winced and buried their face in their hands. Don’t get them wrong, they were grateful that they were alive, but the constant pain wouldn’t be worth it. “Oh god…” The Hijacker shook in both disgust and rage. “This is beyond cruel. I can’t imagine the pain they must be feeling. Not to mention, being force fed the other patients souls.” It then continued to look through some text files. The Hijacker looked more and more disgusted with each note it read, but it stopped when it saw the schedule.

“Alex, I’m afraid that we need to hurry.” It spoke, concerned. Alex raised their head from their hands, trying to see why. The Hijacker pulled up the lab schedule. It was filled with injections, soul feedings, and surgeries, but one caught their eye. It said “New Subject For Biological Replacement: Alex Williams.” It was scheduled for next Monday.

Alex’s jaw dropped when they saw the listing. “I thought they were just going to kill me.” They said with a hitched breath. “This is…much worse.” The Hijacker nodded. “Then, it’s good that this is the last information we need. We now know what my brother’s goal is and we need to plan accordingly. I have your next objective.”

Alex leaned in closer. “What is it?” The Hijacker opened a photo of The Smiling Snatcher. “I’m guessing you’ve met them already?” Alex nodded begrudgingly. “Clyde…” The Hijacker raised an eyebrow. “Woah…Why the animosity?” Alex crossed their arms. “They are an asshole to Spec.” The Hijacker quickly responded with a quiet “Oh.”

“Look. I know it may not seem like it, but they really do have good intentions. I mean, why do you think I’m stuck in this monitor instead of being out there?” Alex tilted their head and The Hijacker seemed to sense their confusion. “A long time ago, I promised them that I would help to look after Spec. Spec doesn’t know this though. They just think that I just came along randomly to hijack their stories.”

Alex nodded, now understanding the situation better. “What do I need to do with Clyde?” The Hijacker waved their claws. “You need to find them and try to persuade them to create a plan for the raid.” Alex sighed, leaning their head against their arm. “Understood.”

“Keep your hopes up, Alex.” The Hijacker. “I know that this will be difficult, but it will be worth it. Just put this USB back as soon as you go to work tomorrow. See you soon.” The monitor turned off with a click and Alex was all alone. They leaned back in the chair and sighed. “This is so much worse than I thought.” They whispered.

“Alex?” Spec spoke softly as they peeked their head around the corner. Alex spun around to greet them. “Oh hey, Spec. We’re done talking, so do you want to do something?” Spec just tilted their head. “I’m just wondering if you are okay. I know that sometimes Lankmann can be a bit…much.” Alex just smiled warmly at them. “I’m alright. I am kinda tired though. Wanna watch a movie with me?”

Spec quickly nodded before the duo sat down on the couch. The Veldigun curled up beside Alex as they picked out ‘Aliens’ to watch. As the movie played, Alex couldn’t help but feel immense guilt for lying to Spec. They knew it was for their own protection, but it still felt wrong to lie to someone they were so close to, Still, they swallowed their emotions and continued to watch the movie.

[shes-a-badkid]

I finally finished season 7 of 911 and I have things that I need to happen in season 8.

I’m gonna go by character and then just things I want to happen so strap in if you want to read my nonsense-

•Bobby- has this man ever ACTUALLY gone to real therapy? We’ve seen him talk to his priest and go to his meetings and that’s great, but like go to see a certified therapist. Please. I am actually begging.

•Athena- speaking of therapy… I love mom and dad, but I think they may need some marriage counseling. Just a tune up. (Because I don’t think mom here has ever talked about all of her trauma either, maybe even less than captain dad over there)

•May- I just want to see more of May. I miss her

•Hen and Karen- I need Henren to team up and take down the bitch. I don’t know how, but I need it. My heart says they call up Taylor and help her expose her abuse of power. (I don’t care what anyone says- I love Taylor) And I need them to get Mara back.

•Eddie- THERAPY! So much therapy. Solo therapy, family therapy, therapy that specializes in ptsd, maybe even therapy that specializes in religious issues… also please, we are all begging you to come out of the closet. And once you do, I do want Buddie to happen, but I kind of want Eddie to have his gay hot boy summer.

•Chris- honestly, I want this boy to stay mad for a bit. He deserves it. But I also want him to realize that his grandparents are toxic. Like maybe he realizes that, comes home, but he’s still mad and it SHOWS. Then, Eddie and him go to therapy. Maybe he vents to Buck and Buck is like trying to be neutral.

•Buck- I want him to move in with Eddie to help him not totally spiral (maybe that’s the catalyst for Tommy and him breaking up), and maybe he lets Bobby and Athena stay in his loft until they find a place. Other than that, he is doing surprisingly well and that frightens me for him…. Ooohh maybe, while Eddie is having his gay hot boy summer he gets all flustered and jealous and finally realizes he’s in love with Eddie.

•Chimney and Maddie- They need to continue to be happy and beautiful and adorable. Maybe we get another Madney baby. But, they can just continue with the good, happy married vibes.

•Ravi- just give me Ravi main. I will pay you. PLEASE. Just give it to me. And a Ravi Begins episode

•Gerard- I, personally, would love to see the team drive this man into an insane asylum or a grave. Just saying

-NOW- general things I want to happen

•Bottle episode- full episode at the station, no calls. Just silly station antics. Maybe someone is keeping a secret and this is when it all comes out. I saw someone talk about this in regards to Buddie- like they just go together and are kind of just seeing how it goes still and keeping it on the down low and they keep almost getting caught like holding hands or stuff like that and they make it through the whole slow shift and JUST as they are leaving they think they make it and they go to get into like Bucks jeep or whatever and they just barely kiss thinking no one sees except like everyone of course sees they just don’t know it and that’s how the episode ends. I don’t remember who it was but I would love that episode. Plus I just love a bottle episode.

•another good Chimney/Karen bonding moment. Like it was so cute and funny when they got drunk together when they thought Hen was up to something

•any scene with Maddie and Eddie together actually speaking to one another. I would love it if Maddie straight up calls Eddie out about his crush on Buck, but that’s just me

•Bobby having a friend that isn’t his wife or team. I know why the actor playing Michael is gone and that whole issue, but I miss their friendship/chemistry. His team (especially Buck) are most like his kids. He needs someone he can get into shenanigans with again

•more Buck/Hen scenes. We deserve them. They always have such cute scenes and we need more

•Chimney making fun of Eddie’s mustache

[soapyghostie]

Omg wait this is so random but I’m England it’s quite common to call someone ‘sausage’ as a term of endearment and I can’t stop thinking about going up to Danny Johnson or Michael Myres and saying ‘hi sausage :)’ or something like ajsidiej it’s so funny to me because I highly doubt they understand what it means lmao

I remember when I first saw this request and I cracked up laughing. This is a good one. Sorry I’ve been gone for so long, but I hope you enjoy!

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Even though he’s like a 37 year old man, I’m telling you, Danny knows his slang. Not just generational slang, but slang that is used in all sorts of different countries; so believe me when I tell you that he knows what “Hi Sausage” means. Literally, if you asked him if he speaks any other language other than English, he’d say “I’m fluent in slang.” Danny is a man child and you can’t tell me otherwise.

When you greet him with “Hi Sausage” for the first time, Danny cracks up laughing. Yeah, he knows you're just greeting him in a playful, friendly way, but still. He can’t help it. Just the way you say it has him bursting out laughing. He’s literally crying. Once he calms down, he’ll wipe the tears and take some deep breaths; however, when he tries to greet you back, he ends up thinking about you saying “Hi Sausage” and he bursts out laughing again. 

Don’t be surprised if he calls you pet names or gives you some of his slang from his slang-abase back. He knows so much slang that he can make coherent sentences with just slang itself: Danny could, one day, invent an actual new language it. Seriously! I told you his second language was slang. You’d be like “Hi Sausage” and Danny would reply “Suh sweetheart! How are ya going? I see you got the drip on. It’s pretty lit.” Yeah… something along those lines… 

I hope you know more than just “Hi Sausage” because he’ll challenge you to a slang contest. I have never played Danny’s slang contest, but it’s basically just you making sentences with only slang and you can mix match slang too. You lose if you have even one word in your sentence that isn’t some sort of slang. It’s actually pretty funny: it gets you and Danny laughing. However, Danny always wins. No surprise there.

Michael Myers

Did you just call him a sausage?! Michael is offended… He doesn’t know why you called him a sausage; does he look like breakfast food? Yeah… Michael does not understand at all. Also, did I mention how offended he was? He doesn’t understand slang. He’s been locked away in an asylum for most of his life so how could he get the latest update on how kids these days say stuff? 

You’ll have to explain to him what you really meant: after he calms down. He was pretty mad that you called him a breakfast food. Even then, he still doesn’t understand even after you explained it to him. How is calling someone a sausage a friendly greeting? Can’t you greet him like a normal human-being? Meaning exclude the sausage part. 

Nonetheless, you still greet him with “Hi Sausage” all the time. Michael thinks you say it on purpose to annoy him because you know it irritates him when you say it. Though it is fun to annoy him, he did find out you greet all your friends with your favorite slang. Yeah… he’s been stalking you a lot. For real though. He’s just making sure you're not just saying it to only him to irritate him. Even though you totally are trying to irritate him.

Michael literally steals your phone when you're not around and looks up this “Hi Sausage” slang to understand why you say it. He needs to know! It’s killing him! He just doesn’t understand this whole slang thing and Google isn’t doing a good job explaining it either. Help him!

[moonlight-tmd]

Shockbee.

Where Bumblebee has a parent (or both) who is an assassin. Shockwave would probably recognize them.

It would also make the shovel talk scarier.

I might not have that exact one in mind but i do have similar- it's inspired by this which funny enough is also your previous ask.

SO- Taking most from the previous one, Bee's sire is an overseer of a small neutral colony and is also one of very few senators for the council. The colonies were declared asylums from war and work with their own laws and borders- ex; a wanted criminal would not be able to get arrested by cybertron's police during his stay in the colony.

TLDR; his dad is very important and can and will make somoene miserable to protect his son.

That being said, the fact Bee is a son of a senator is hidden. Dragonfly (his dad) send him to try to be on his own and to build that independence in him. It sucked at first but he managed, but something went wrong and he ended up in boot camp.

Now, I would say that Shockwave knew Bee from the colony- he used to babysit play with him when they were younger although Shockwave was quite older than Bee back then.

I suppose Bee recognised Shockwave, even in his disguised form cuz he knew how Shockwave himself was. Shock never told him the real reason of him being in boot camp, Bee figured he was trying to set his life straight.

Now, Shockwave knew Bee's sire was important and what he was capable of. If Bee has tried to date people in the past he was there to witness them being scared away by either just mere knowledge who Bee's sire is or very few interactions they might've had. He's seen few of the mechs Bee dated or known end up in a bad spot in life because of it. Worse for the ones that bullied him...

Knowing this he tried to stay away from entering any closer relations with the mech but life had other plans. He tried his best to hide his crush, which may also be the reason he helped Bee with so many problems he had; one of them being a relentless bully named Wasp. He was much violent towards Bee and few other bots.

The next time someone asked about Wasp Bee would overheard rumors that he was a spy. He asked Shock about it and he claimed to not be connected to the issue. It was weird... but Bee let it go.

The two kept contact when Bee went with Bulkhead to the repair crew, when Bee went missing Shockwave took it upon himself to find Bee.

He did and secretly informed Bee's sire about his whereabouts; Dragonfly saw the announcements and has send out search parties himself and was relieved that his son was found. Since Earth didn't have a connection to the cybertron's network Shockwave was an informator to Bee's sire about what his son does. Although he never mentioned needing to fight other Decepticons, Allspark or fighting Megatron in the future calls.

For the relationship itself; Idk i have very little on this unfortunately. All I can say is that Dragonfly knows Shockwave enough to know what he's capable of and Shockwave is very much aware of how badly Bee's sire can screw him over in life is he does something wrong.

If they get together then it's gonna be quite tense between the two for a while before they chill out a bit. Idk this is the only idea i had that matched what you gave me, even so I imagined Shockwave as like a 'past babysitter friend' to Bee than a romantic interest.

Sorry for the wait and have a good one.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s2 episode 24 thoughts

this episode was quite spooky. because cannibalism is real. but something about scully about to get her head chopped off and boiled seemed more outlandish than all the aliens and the guy that kills people with his shadow or even lizard man eugene tooms!

which is strange. because those things are pretty outlandish! maybe its because it was so much scarier than even evil lizard men.

let’s jump in:

so this is an episode involving more meat. did we need more meat, after the earlier meat processing content in s2 episode 10? many are saying no. but not chris carter!

we begin at a dirt road at night. in the state of arkansas. we have an older man and a younger woman named paula in a car, which is not suspicious at all! /s

oh and now the old man choking? is this natural or did she induce it with some poison. i mean maybe he deserved it, if she did. he takes some pills, so I’m guessing it is due to natural causes. now she beckons him out to the woods. 

into the woods. she says he has to catch her. is she luring him into a Bigfoot trap? we have yet to really see Bigfoot, and maybe he’s hungry. although Bigfoot is more Pacific Northwest than Arkansas, i think.

author's note: we tested negative for bigfoot in this episode :(

oh! this man tripped and is now surrounded by people with flashlights and very cool masks. get axe murdered, fucker.

back in DC! aforementioned fucker has been gone for 10 weeks and scully thinks the higher ups are sending them on a wild goose chase. “i’m not questioning the legitimacy of the case, just their motives in assigning it to us” <- damn, very well spoken by a rightfully suspicious woman

oh, but at the scene, someone saw a fire. and mulder says the fire is “supposed to be the spirits of massacred Indians” OH...

(mentally i was like, please do not be another scary Indigenous story episode. and we did in fact get that. sighs deeply. we can make things scary without making Indigenous people the scary ones! or using the trauma of genocide as a setting for spooky time! well, i'm sure you, dear reader, know that, so i shall not preach to the choir, but i will point out that these thoughts were going through my mind)

“these are only legends, mulder”, says a dismissive scully. and why is her hair looking excellent today. I mean not that it isn’t usually but damn. shoutout to the hair and makeup team.

the place on the side of the road where he went missing had a big fire! could be a bonfire, both parties thought. until mulder remembered a documentary he saw in college...

(hehehehe mulder spent college watching documentaries <3)

! MULDER LORE REVEAL ! wow it's been a while since i've gotten to format some text like that. he watched a documentary about an insane asylum in college and it gave him nightmares.

(and this may not be super relevant to his character, but to ME, it is, so i shall note it <3)

he's got the VHS from the doc all loaded up, and presses play on a guy rambling about a fire demon!! who was found in the same spot as the fire mark!!! dun dun dunnn 

(love the implication that he either purchased his own copy of the documentary that gave him nightmares in college, or had to go rent it from the video store. both are wonderful possibilities)

cut to arkansas. mulder is on the scene holding a plastic fork from the ground. wearing his silly sunglasses. lmaooo idk why they make me laugh. what a serious gentleman.

sheriff arrives at the scene. he says the witch’s peg to ward off spirits is normal there and also that the fire mark comes from illegal trash burning. and, as an American i am aware of how Americans love an illegal trash burn. but still. suspicious.

sheriff says the missing man george was chasing women out of town. lovely sounding fellow /s

wife questioning time!! he left her years ago. oh, but tea: the day before he went missing he was going to cite major health violations in the chicken plant! hmm... a cause for murder?

mulder gives the wife his phone number. also mulder is also looking very good today. but that is an evil voice in my head that ought to be silenced.

noooo, it's chicken plant time. no thank you ma’am, i would be out in the car <3

paula from the woods at work in the plant!!! taking mystery pills. seemingly in pain??

chicken cutting cam. oh, this is not for me! 

the agents chat with the manager, who says george was trying to shut them down. and while clocked in, paula is sweating. she just gasped in front of a whole bunch of chickens and some guy with very blue eyes. she sees a human head on the chicken stand and picks it up and throws it off. shoutout to this fake decapitated head and my best friends in the prop department for making such a funny creation.

(but of course, it was a hallucination, and she really just threw a poor chicken on the floor!!! his sacrifice was in vain... gone but not forgotten)

mulder is inspecting the chicken gutting operation and i've said it before and i'll say it again: he is braver than me. 

ohh, more chicken drama: george was filing a lawsuit about “line hypnosis” and it was dismissed before he vanished! he deserved to win. is there a meat processing union? there ought to be. but he was the only one citing bad health practices, the other 3 workers said it was fine... sooo what’s the truth…

“what’s that” asks mulder, who then gets shown the feed processor, and asks “chickens feed on chickens?” <- heartbreaking realization. many of us remember where we were when learning this information. i'm sure it will stick with him forever. and i'm frankly surprised he didn't know already.

NAURRR THE SLUDGE AND BLOOD nasty nasty evil

OH plot twist: paula is holding the manager with a knife to his throat… scully telling everyone to calm down. personally i would be not calm. she said “don’t get excited” but me? experiencing an active hostage situation at my place of work? i would be excited

NOOO the sheriff shot her and she fell into the feed conveyor belt processing… thing. sheriff i KNOW you are covering something up. you will not hide from me.

SHE GETS GULPED INTO THE FEED BELT THINGY GAGGG it’s giving the jungle by upton sinclair that caused many american 8th graders to confront the corruption of the meat industry

paula had gone to the doctor about headaches… like george!!! doctor had assumed the condition was stress induced. and they did have similar symptoms. 

treated them both with codine… ain’t that a bit strong?? this man doesn't seem to be a very good doctor, tbh. i mean i don't think the guy that works at the chicken plant to sew back on fingers needs to be an expert in everything but like. codine for headaches? umm girl.

mr. chaco of chaco’s chicken was paula’s grandfather… if i was a grandfather rich off of chicken money, my grandkids would not be working the processing line, let me tell u that much!

back to the agents: these two should not be looking as good as they do in a chicken processing plant. they had to really step it up today to compensate for the horrors of the set.

chicken man lives in a mansion. further evidence of corruption. paula, i would not have had you working in such conditions if i was your grandfather. there has been a deep wrong here, i can see already.

and he’s got a big hat and is feeding his chicken corn. not other chickens, like the feed he makes in his plant... seems he is aware of the ethical issues implied in his business. also, mulder with those weird ass glasses. 

cacho is going on about the subject of chickens. and how he built this town. he sure is taking an awful lot of credit for creating a town, pretty sure that's a team effort mr. chaco. he's also going on about how he thought george was trying to tear him down. 

AUTOPSY TIME!! rare degenerative disorder in da brain of paula. and scully has only seen it one other time back in med school because you can only really find it in an autopsy. nice work, doctor! <- i just typed “nice worm 🪱” so we'll let that stay for the added sense of whimsy it provides

but despite looking like a young girl fresh out of high school, paula was born in '48?! she was 47 years old. allegedly. this is not adding up. so they go on a quest to find her birth certificate and see what the truth is.

debrief in the car. so: odds are not great that she and george had the same very rare disease

during this discussion, our duo are run off the road by a chicken truck!!!! no! oh... he drove them into a river. mulder has shifted into rescue mode as the river is red with chicken gore. i feel someone might be distracting them and trying to get the body… (this was actually not the case i was just overly suspicious)

but more chicken drama: the driver had the same symptoms as george and paula! how can this be?!

“i just came up with a sick theory, mulder” (grabs her shoulder) “ooh, I’m listening” LMAOOOO this is sososo funny to me. yeah tell me ur sick theories scully you have my full attention.

GAG!! because it is both gross and shocking. her theory: what if someone put george’s body in the feed grinder, and then since it’s a prion disease, a chicken ate it, and someone ate a chicken, and it spread to the humans!!!! AHHHH! well that would be an epidemic, because they ship chickens out across the country… she glances knowingly, implying things could be very bad 

the river is filled with bird gore from the plant BLECH... who allows this??!! please say there are some modern regulations in place to prevent this being done irl.

mulder says he wants it dragged, thinking that maybe george is in there. and the sheriff is hesitant to do this. once again, i’m onto you, sheriff. i mean, a river full of chicken gore: it would be a good place to put a dead body.

and bam! a body is found. or rather. many many many bones. many bodies. and they are still going. damn.

so, we have a ton of bones. scully can put them into 9 distinct skeletons, one of which is in fact george. i love that she can do that, put the bones into distinct skeletons. she knows it's geroge from a pin in his femur!

“all of them share one, strange detail though” “well, they seem to have lost their heads” “… well, besides that” <- LMAOOOO idk why this was so funny to me... he really thought he picked up on something but he did Not.

here's the linking detail: all the bones are smooth and buffed like they have been polished. ??? who is polishing bones? it sure isn't me, i'll tell you that much. 

george’s wife is at the scene, learning her husband's body has been found, and she is sobbing. and the sheriff says “we’ll take care of you” now what does THAT mean? because it's not really sounding like the welcoming words of a man who is going to guide his neighbor through tragedy, and instead like there is something bigger at play here...

back at the plant, the doctor is mentioning another guy coming down “with the symptoms”…. omg. so this IS a known thing from the inside. mr. chaco knows but he isn’t doing anything about it!!!!! chicken dramaaaa goes crazy 

scully at the scene of all the bones, carrying a bucket of chicken. lmao. she is braver than me, for i would have gone vegan the first moment i set foot in chicken processing land.

mulder does some digging: 87 people have disappeared in the area in 50 years! that seems... a lot? and he thinks the same person or persons were responsible. he thinks they were EATEN!! boiled in a pot.

“they used similar evidence to prove cannibalism among on the Anasazi tribe of New Mexico” okay: 1. why do you know that 2. need to look into these allegations for myself and 3. Anasazi… that is the title of the next episode!!! what could this mean!! another cannibalism episode?!

scully is very sad to say that paula could have gotten sick from eating george :( girl I’m not convinced the chicken is clean put it down NOW 

cannibalism = eternal life? follow for more crazy mulder theories!

she puts aside the chicken……. good!

mr. chaco says “he’ll handle it” and george's wife doris arrives, saying she “can’t keep lying”… she says “she did it” (!!)

OH????? she... killed her husband? that is a bold thing to admit to.

“we’re gonna take good care of you”, says mr. chaco, which raises the question: are they a cannibal cult???? is that what he means when he mentions that he “built this town”???

now what the hell is going on. <- an interjection i stand by

mulder and scully are going to the courthouse to look at the papers and all the birth records are burnt!! doris calls mulder and says he’s afraid mr. chaco will kill her… they split up…. nooooo i hate splitting up!!! i watched so much scooby doo as a kid!

GASP! a guy in a mask like we saw at the very beginning of the episode is in doris' home!!! drumbeat playing while she screams…. overall, this is very not good, i wrote, referring to the use of Indigenous imagery for this murder, and also doris being murdered in the first place

scully at the scene of the murder ft. big ass flashlight. she gets in through the side door. gun: out. trench coat: open. looks: served. diagnosis: baby girl that could kill me, and i am respectful of the fact that she has this power yet refrains from using it on me.

mulder at mr. chaco’s house. mr. chaco has some… stuff in his home. including photos with Indigenous people and also bones. having human bones in your house, and especially on display, is not a good sign of ethics in play. and a skull. Oh! it says the skull is from a tribe in New Guinea... why tf does he have that. put it back???

at the back of chaco's parlor, we see a mysterious door. mulder is busting it open.

LORD ALMIGHTY, I DID NOT THINK THERE WOULD BE HEADS INSIDE??? HELLO???

so that must be where all of the heads that mulder noticed were missing have gone. they're sewn up sort of like shrunken heads. very spooky. once again, pour one out for the props department for such a creation.

noooo chaco is in the house with scully, who was investigating the call of doris. NOOOO HE KNOCKED HER OUT!!! this seriously needs to stop happening like i'm worried about the brain damage she is experiencing.

back to mulder cam. goodness. all of these heads. 

in a field now. doctor is serving some soup. to a bunch of people. who are eating around a big bonfire. do NOT tell me scully is in that meal....

she is not. YET! but he is bringing her over to be roasted. and they ate doris! chaco is yelling about turning on each other and how they were only supposed to eat outsiders. girl you shouldn't be eating anybody last time i checked. 

man in the mask shows up with an axe. and chaco is decapitated in front of scully. who is put into the decapitation thingy next. GIRL THIS IS FUCKED UP!!!

mulder on the scene, just in time. he shoots the dude in the mask.

“you alright?” he asks, brushing her hair back after lifting her out of the decapitation machine. my good friend, i would venture to guess that she is not quite alright at the moment!!! this will take an awful lot of unpacking!!!

sigh. but the tenderness of the near death experience. coming back to life in someone's arms. yeah i'll romanticize that.

TEA!!! the sheriff was the one under the mask!!!!!! i knew he was up to no good.

wrap up: chicken place shut down. unclear how many citizens of the town ate people. 27 have become ill with prion disease. chaco’s plane was shot down in 1947, and he spent 7 months with a cannibalistic tribe, and also he was born in 1902, so he was 93 at his death- so the cannibalism really WAS extending life. and we see some more feed being scooped to the chickens as scully says his remains have yet to be found. end scene.

HUH???? what in da hell. so what are we thinking kids…?

well, i'll tell you something: turns out i am afraid of cannibal cults, no matter how outlandish they seem! i guess when you get a villain or evil situation of the week show like this, you WILL learn exactly what kind of fear pushes your buttons. i can imagine almost nothing scarier than being led to the slaughter like scully was. seems a purposeful commentary on the meat industry, especially when taken in with the other meat episode this season.

so, if i were scully, i do think i would need to take a week or so off. but she is just built different than i am.

some things bugged me here. first of all, like i mentioned, you don't need to throw in Indigenous people to make a scary story. like is the thought of a bunch of arkansas cannibals not horrific enough? the scary was there!

second, i have not been doing a kidnapping count, but i feel that scully is getting the rough of the deal here. i believe in gender equality when it comes to characters being kidnapped. like, an even 1:1 ratio. why are we denying mulder his damsel in distress arc? does anyone think about how he would feel? how nice it would be to see scully burst in with a gun and shoot the fellow that was about to cannibalize him?

still, it is rare an episode actually spooks me, so i must give credit where it is due. even if it felt a little outlandish, your girl was frightened! scully needs a vacation now. i also thoroughly laughed at the sick theories line and his funny sunglasses.

it's funny to note, but i like the episodes that are either very silly and light hearted, or incredibly angsty the best. and that may seem contradictory, but you cannot tell me that one breath and humbug may be on opposite ends of the tone spectrum, but they are both objectively Perfect. i'll have to think more on why they are the best in my opinion, but i think honestly i would watch these two read the dictionary.