#Electra fox

[thescrapbrainzone]

I’m in looove with the cashbot

[500-moths-in-a-trenchcoat]

MARVEL KNOWS HOW TO GET ME AND I FUCKINH HATE IT

[lolapath]

<Men thinking I’m some vulnerable damsel in distress that can be easy taken advantage of>

Me:

[thesiouxzy]

Carmen Electra looks like Khloe Kardashian, Kim Kardashian looks like Megan Fox, so on & so forth… It’s bizarre how almost all women who mess with their face look identical now. They actually pay to have their face warped into a Bratz doll 😳 Why would you want that for yourself? They’re all clones of the same doll. I wonder if they even realize this. It’s so unnatural looking & sad

How did the highly filtered, pillow faced alien, Bratz Doll look become the norm for so many? It’s like we’re living in a modern day “Eye of the Beholder” Twilight Zone episode. The truly beautiful & rare are those who *haven’t* messed with their face. Embrace your individual beauty. Everyone has it. Allow yourself to age gracefully

And most importantly, always remember, once you mess with your face, you can never go back. What will these clones do when this weird looking trend ends? It’s like 90s brows that never grew back only x1000 🙀

[webweabings]

AND I KNOW THERE IS SOMETHING ALL WRONG ABOUT ME, BELIEVE ME.

“Electra”, by Euripides, tr.Janet Lempke; // @sunsbleeding ; // “War of the Foxes”, by Richard Siken; // unknown; // “Fleabag”, by Phoebe Waller-Bridge; // unknown; // “Monsters”, by Nikita Gill; // unknown; // “Women and other monsters: Building a new mythology”, by Jess Zimmerman; // “Claustrophobia”, by Tracie MacVean; // Buffy The Vampire Slayer. 2.21 “Becoming: Part 1”

[1800titz]

IF YOU THINK I'M PRETTY | dad's best friend

Up close, he’s a pastiche of a daydream. The kind of face that sticks and lingers. Aged like a fine liquor. The turbid guitar riff you hear from the bathroom. The devil’s hour unspooling across your shoulders when you chase the moon with your feet; the sin you wadded up into a piece of paper to tuck into the cigarette case. Sex. A sandpaper kiss. The scent of gunsmoke. Motor oil across knuckles.

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“I know,” you tell him, blinking. “I know who you are.”

He blinks back at you. Amused. “Do you?”

(No. Undeniably, no.)

You clear your throat when he lets your hand go. “Enough. So. Are you in the… like, special forces, then?”

His eyes linger on you for a little longer. He smiles. Leans in a little closer— you can’t help the way the peach fuzz on the scruff of your neck stands when his breath wades into your hair, against your ear. Can’t help the electricity that rides across your synapses. 

“That’s need-to-know.”

(On WeHeartIt, an older man is calligraphy soused in the rose-tinted lens of Valencia. This whole scandalous endeavor of sleeping with an older man— luxuriant in lyrics and picsart stickers. Pinterest boards. Sleep with your professor; that’s a Melanie song— silver fox is in like bows, and leopard print, and the awkward twee of teenagehood making rebirth.)

You fan the heat that congeals you off with laughter that nearly sounds nervous. Clear your throat again. Take a drink that burns down the back of your throat. Cross your legs a little tighter.

“Right. Secrets.”

(A girl on TikTok came onto your feed discussing how she got into being a sugar baby, what websites to use, how to talk to them— it reminds you of the link your friend sent you last month on the Sprinkle Sprinkle lady; look at her, she knows what she’s doing!)

He hums. The kind of rumble that stems from his chest. With the dearth, you nearly feel it in your bones, rattling the junctures of your joints. This— you’re imagining it. You swallow. 

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you, I reckon,” Harry says. Jokes. It’s wry. Acidic. The kind of dryness you expect off a man of his stature. 

(You always thought it was a little sick. Gross. Lolita-steeped. The out-of-touch Electra pillared on the foundation of a taboo— dad looked the other way in disinterest and tucked his affections behind the cage bars of his bones, so now I try to pick at the lock on yours with my thumb.

Only, you have a wonderful relationship with your father, and the man leaning into you from the corner of the bar— letting his eyes roll across your body and your stupid, muzzy face, limned in shadows off the shoddy bar lightning— is not like that at all.)

He blinks. The eye contact is unrelenting. Almost stifling. You nearly choke on your own spit when the corner of his mouth ticks and he tacks on, “...Wouldn’t want to put down a pretty thing like you.”

(Because Harry is older like secrets and cicatrix. Like a gun in the drawer of a nightstand with a bible. The smoke that lingers off a bonfire. The leaden maelstrom on the horizon of the shore, where the waves are still placidly lapping.  

Riding on that hairline fracture of just enough stay away and come a little closer. Skirting the border, where the head of a palisade overlooks the rift of a bad decision.)

[morgan-tha-gorgan]

Something I don't see enough people talking about is how Deadpool and Wolverine isn't so much a starting point as it is a send off to an era of movies of which we will never see again.

I recently watched the first Xmen movie and it feels so completely different to what we have today. It was almost like it was embarrassed to call itself a superhero movie and instead was going for sleek action movie, which was quite popular in the late 90's and early 20-aughts. It felt like everyone was wearing black jumpsuits because they were afraid they wouldn't be taken seriously by mainstream movie goers. (Another common theme of the time period).

Jump to 24 years later and it is a very different world. Not only do we have grown people crying in theaters over Wolverine's classic yellow suit, but people went wild when he pulled on his mask...could you see people in 2000 having that kind of reaction to that mask? No. The movie would have been dead on arrival. Comic fans would have ate the shit up. But I don't think mainstream audiences were ready for that sincere of a choice in wardrobe. It took us 24 years to get to where Hugh Jackman could wear that suit, and I think it was worth the wait.

The credit scene clips from the past 25ish years of Xmen movies and other Fox productions made me cry, not just bc of the song choice (the universal song used to invoke nostalgia) but because you saw how much they loved making those movies. That they were always fun to make. And even though no one had yet cracked the formula on how to put superheros on film, they put their whole pussies into it. And some results were great and some we still kinda use as punchlines to this day. And yet, both were represented in Deadpool and Wolverine in a loving way. Electra was not nearly as beloved as Blade. But I still heard both characters getting a cheer when they appeared.

It is possible they will make a second Deadpool and Wolverine movie. But I don't think it was the intention. Ryan Reyolds and Hugh Jackman both met on the set of Xmen Origins: Wolverine. Ryan was so taken with his character he spent the next 7ish years trying to force it into existence. Whereas Hugh spent those same 7ish years playing the same character and was happy to put him to rest. It just so happens they both wanted to make this movie together. And bc they were some of the original actors from the beginning of the genre, the movie ended up being about their friendship, with some sendoffs to old favorites who maybe never got to be in the limelight the way they did.

This movie deftly mixes sincerity with humor. It doesn't make fun of the audience for what they like. Instead it respected our love for these characters and their stories. No matter how weird or ridiculous they may seem on the surface, there is a heart and a love there between writers, actors, and audience.

And they got that. Shawn Levy, Ryan Reynolds and Hugh Jackman really got it. And so this movie was a love letter to all superhero movies: the ones we hold dear to our hearts regardless of how "succesful" they were.

It is like what Movies with Mikey says, "Every movie is a miracle," and Deadpool and Wolverine celebrate that.

[ellestra]

Tribute

I laughed almost non-stop watching Deadpool & Wolverine. The crass and gross and the ridiculous are mixed in with just a bit of clever. And then there's the pure joy of watching to almost indestructible dudes killing each other in violent ways (it's a WB cartoon kind of fun).

But as always it's the layer below the humour that really hits. And in a prefect Deadpool way this one worked both in the movie but also on the meta level. It's the story of a failed superhero that the Avengers didn't want and whose girlfriend left. Here trying to save his world to save his friends. He gets a second chance at being who he always wanted to be but the price is abandoning everyone he came up with. MCU and Sacred Timeline is one person deal. But this is where Multiverse pays off. It means he can keep his friends and timeline. He just has to fight cybernocracy that would rather dismantle it instantly first.

And it's a story of a fallen studio which movies lost the audience and couldn't find the right way to tell it's stories (with extra layer of Disney's Marvel being on precipice of that too now). All it's properties buried and replaced for a new shinier thing. We could move on and only acknowledge the pieces that haven't been tarnished. And yet, this movie looks back at it all, and brings back the discarded ridiculed. Including the ones we never even got. Using Void to discard them and Alioth to eat them into oblivion is such a prefect metaphor you'd think it was invented for this Film. It's a prefect integration of MCU ideas for the plot of this one story.

The whole movie is practically a tribute to the early days of Marvel and superhero movies that created the momentum that MCU then built it's 30 billion empire on. This is what makes each cameo count. It isn't there just for a joke or Easter Egg moment but it ties to the theme of the story, We are revisiting the forgotten heroes, the fallen ones, the ones who never got to be. And if we are lucky the ones who still might be (please, please let us keep Daphne Keen).

It's also a reminder of how long both Jackman and Reynolds have been in this. The first X-Men movie came out 24 years ago. Reynolds was in Blade: Trinity 20 years ago. I don't think it's an accident a lot of those cameos went to the beginnings with Pyro and Electra. And even with the MCU actors reminding us they started in Fox as Evans came back as Johnny Storm. Even Jon Favreau cameo as Happy Hogan was a reminder he was once Foggy Nelson in Daredevil. This was reunion movie in more ways than one.

And the behind the scenes of those movies, the whole history of Fox Marvel films really hit you in the end. Even the failures like the last Fantastic Four. Even to the X-Men Origins: Wolverine and the Deadpool abomination there. This is what got us here. This is for all the fun we had over the years with these characters and superheroes in general. This was the start.

Of course, Deadpool wouldn't be Deadpool if they didn't desecrate and made fun of the very thing they were paying tribute too. Both the initial fight and any reference to Fox made sure of that. Reminding us that even the best parts of the past shouldn't be sacred. You should build new stories and not be afraid to change. There will be new Blade. And a new Johnny Storm. And maybe a new Deadpool and Wolverine one day too (long, long time from now apparently 😋).

And new universes give you new opportunities to meet people. Maybe even find a romance like B-15 and Peter. Or become a villain. I'm not sure how I feel about the Doom Announcement but let's see. This movie reminded us it's just one more "same face - different person" case in this multiverse.

[thescrapbrainzone]

hey buddypals I did this in like 3 hours it’s partially unfinished but I got a headache while making it so Here You Go

[thoughtfullydecaffeinateddu-blog]

FMF Carmen Electra Haute Couture Black Fox Runway

[apollopolls]

the codependent friendship that ruined your life

feat. Twist The Knife by Chromatics 🔪 The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us! by Sufjan Stevens 🔪 Michelle by Sir Chloe 🔪 Ivy by Frank Ocean 🔪 FRANKIE MUNIZ by BLACKSTARKIDS 🔪 Chewing Cotton Wool by The Japanese House 🔪 Sorry Bro (I Love You) by Dorian Electra 🔪 Girls Make Me Wanna Die by The Aces 🔪 Cherry by Rina Sawayama 🔪 honey by Halsey 🔪 Maroon by Taylor Swift 🔪 SUMMER by BROCKHAMPTON 🔪 Jesus Christ 2005 God Bless America by The 1975 🔪 Good Luck, Babe! by Chappell Roan 🔪 megan fox by kezia 🔪 Bottom by Doja Cat 🔪 Talk by beabadoobee 🔪 Star by Mitski

[teamsasukes]

ITACHI & SASUKE UCHIHA

Plutarch, Cato the Younger / Masashi Kishimoto, Naruto / Sophocles, Electra / Traci Brimhall, Come the Slumberless to the Land of Nod / Fatimah Asghar, How'd Your Parents Die Again? / Holly Warburton, Chaos / Japanese Breakfast, Boyish / Sophocles, Electra / George R. R. Martin, Fire and Blood / Jacopo Palma Junior, Cain Kills Abel / Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters / Clive Barker, The Hellbound Heart / Euripides, Alkestis / Richard Siken, War of the Foxes

[qquokkari]

"Nothing in this world can fill that lonely hole you have. You will wander the darkness for eternity."

Mimmo Paladino, for James Joyce's Ulysses / Kafka Asagiri and Sango Harukawa, various panels from Bungou Stray Dogs / Eugene Thacker, Infinite Resignation / Ruth Madievsky, All-Night Pharmacy / Gillian Flynn, Dark Places / R. N. Sandberg, Frankenstein / Sophocles, Electra / Jean-Paul Sartre, Being and Nothingness / Charles Bukowski, You Get So Alone At Times That It Just Makes Sense / Euripides, Electra / I. Hymn: The Forest, from Octet by Dave Malloy / Succession 3x09, All the Bells Say / The Dresden Dolls, My Alcoholic Friends / Richard Siken, War of the Foxes / Ocean Vuong, Thanksgiving 2006 / Fall Out Boy, West Coast Smoker / Jason Webley, Icarus / The Crane Wives, Tongues & Teeth / Vincent van Gogh, letter to Theo van Gogh / Wallows, Treacherous Doctor

[itsnotamatterofif]

Oooh sure, I went down the Leccywatt route if that’s okay! I’ve never written 24!Lectra before, so I hope this is okay :D was a fun new thing to try. I hope I wrote them in character, please ignore any egregious OOC-ness.

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His placement at the door to the shed has become muscle memory, these days. Admittedly, Killerwatt is used to this kind of monotony - enjoys it, actually. The silence means a significant lack of rabid fans trying to scrabble for an ounce of Electra's precious time, or press demanding answers to inane questions they could have simply asked the last interviewer.

The quiet is relaxing, calm; he must admit, he's getting a bit too used to it at this yard. For all its uncouthness, the rolling stock here are simple, and once they managed to control themselves around Electra, most of the engines are either polite or civilised enough to leave them be. The few that aren’t have been dispatched by Killerwatt personally enough times for them to know better and to learn from their mistakes.

Much like the yard outside, the electrics shed is quiet. Most of the other components are off today, required at various events and shows around the capital, but Electra requested Killerwatt personally to remain by their side whilst their other aides took care of business. As expected, frankly, as Electra is still recovering from the damage sustained in that race against the rusting tank engine and that foul-smelling diesel.

Watching Electra stretched out in front of the large floor to ceiling window, half repaired wiring sparking in the shadows cast by their own frame, he knows he should have stepped in.

In the light of the setting sun, their silhouette is one that ought to be framed; a picture of elegance, with their legs stretched out to one side across the chaise longe whilst leaning on their elbow. Volta had very excellently secured them a very nice shed, far away from the rest of the rabble, with a beautiful window that looked out onto the city before them that glittered like stars across the valley, and Electra was incredibly fond of gazing at the view as if it were a piece of fine art.

“I can feel you watching me, my sweet,” Electra suddenly calls, voice as smooth as glass, and it knocks Killerwatt out of a trance he didn’t realise he was in, “can I help you with anything?”

“Nothing, syr,” Killerwatt confirms, voice as even as he can make it, “merely wondering if you were comfortable.”

“As I can be.” Electra slowly swings to their wheels, stretching out their damaged leg carefully as they do so. “You sound as if you were deep in rumination, Killerwatt - I’m interested to hear your thoughts.”

He needs to remember this. There is no lying to Electra.

“I was thinking about how quiet it is,” Killerwatt states - a half truth, admittedly, but not a whole lie, “and how grateful I am that this yard has learned its place - you need rest, Syr, and you wouldn’t get that with a rabble at your door.”

“Quite right, too,” Electra adds, voice distant as if lost in thoughts of their own, and they take one last long look out the window before making their way over to Killerwatt’s post. Even hobbling slightly, they’re a picture of elegance, of style, LEDs faintly glowing in the stark white light of the room. They tower over Killerwatt as they get closer, angled face casting sharp shadows beneath them, and Killerwatt has to hold a breath as to not shudder from the closeness.

Every component wonders if one day they’ll be lucky enough to have Electra’s eye, even if just for a beat of time. Volta received a grateful kiss once, at a previous championship, and she did not silence herself about it for weeks.

“How lucky is one then, to have such an attentive security guard to teach them as such?” They tease lowly, one spindly hand reaching up to stroke Killerwatt’s jaw agonisingly slowly, “I fear I do not tell you how I appreciate you as regularly as I should.”

There’s that smirk on their face, akin to a fox toying with prey, that makes Killerwatt’s internal systems speed up and whir.

“It is enough to know that we are appreciated,” Killerwatt returns modestly, and hopes to whatever Control is out there that his body does not betray him, “I am simply doing my job, Syr.”

“And you do it ever so well,” Electra purrs, before they put shift their weight, and hiss in pain as their sparking leg objects to the pressure, “apologies, I think-“

“Apologise not, Syr,” Killerwatt interrupts, holding his arms out for Electra to lean on, “can you move?”

Electra cracks a pained smile, the barest hint of a guard coming down. “I got over here, did I not?”

He daren’t offer to help, but the fact that Electra allows him to lead them over to the chaise lounge is telling in and of itself. They never accept help, especially when offered, but apparently their repairs are going so slowly they have no choice. Tenderly, he helps them sit, and they groan in relief as the weight leaves their leg.

“That blasted injury is giving me more jip than anticipated,” Electra hisses in frustration, “that ignorant oil truck has dues owed.”

Killerwatt frowns, concern shooting through them. “Shall I summon Wrench-?”

“No, no,” Electra utters, shaking their head as they hiss through their teeth, “I shall be fine, simply a connection that gets caught in the plexiglass, it will right itself eventually.”

They reach out, laying one delicate hand over where Killerwatt is gripping the couch, and the contact is simmering, sizzling, although Killerwatt isn’t sure if that’s not just his internal computer beginning to work overtime.

“After all,” Electra continues with a smile, strangely genuine, “aren’t you enjoying the quiet?”

[kitsuzza]

Some strangers online told me to leak this au plan I’ve had for a WHILLEEE now. So atlast I’ll post the start of my designs and comics..

MEET HYBRIDS

Hybrids is a stex au, soon to be converted into a comic and fanfic. Where Every train is a hybrid of an animal. The animal they correlate to can trigger personality changes, physical changes, and even grant them special abilities!

Oh and for good measure here’s a list of everyone!

GB- lion

Electra- Scorpion (poisonous)

Rusty- German shepherd

Momma- husky (may change her to a bear)

Dinah- Fox

Tass- bat

Belle- panda

Pearl- snow leopard

All electras components- electric eels

Hydra- shark

Slick- cheetah

Lumber- beaver

Potter- horse

-background engines won’t be encluded unless I get more motivation, I appoligize in advance-

IF THEY WERE BEING ADDED THO EAGLE:GOLDEN EAGLE WOULD EAT DOWN!!

[booklover9000]

RIAPC!Tommy web weave

Sources: Red Rising, by Pierce Brown // Two birds on a wire by // matched, allie condie // Melissa Broder, "Problem Area" // ten legs, eight broken by l, e. // ship of theseus, britannica // Undertale, Toby Fox // sophocles' electra // oh darling, even rome fell II p.s. (via madzie-bane)

I’ve been meaning to post this for a long time, enjoy :)