#Helen Todd

[fanofspooky]

“Be My Victim…”

[likeafantasy]

31 DAYS OF HALLOWEEN 1990's edition — (07/31) ↳ Candyman (1992)

[classichorrorblog]

Candyman (1992)

[fidothefinch]

the water is fine

cw: natural disasters, scarcity of necessities that follows read below the cut (or on Ao3)

There were bodies floating downstream.

The announcement barely caused a ripple through the convenience store. Everybody was too tired, too numb. They clutched their allotted case of water bottles like they were afraid someone would take it away.

“Next,” the cashier called.

The line of refugees, which reached out the door, shuffled forward.

Jason tugged Damian closer to him, squishing the kid’s backpack between them. He looked to be on the verge of collapsing, not that he would ever say anything. Tim stood beside them both, carrying their case of water. He stared blankly ahead.

“That’s terrible,” the woman behind them moaned. She wore a backpack on her front and one on her back, and dragged a duffle bag along through the mud. She had said, earlier in the line, that she was avoiding looters. “Where do you think they’re coming from?”

Her companion was older, and her hair was pulled back into a greasy braid. The hem of her jeans were stained the same color as the floor. “Probably the Narrows.”

The first woman gasped. “You think they got hit hard?”

Someone else chimed in, then. “I could see it from my roof. The Narrows is gone.” He swept a hand through the air, miming the flood waters that had risen so quickly. “Woosh,” he said, deadpan.

The first woman’s voice cracked. “I have family in the Narrows.”

The man shifted his hold on his water. “I’m sorry.”

It was how most conversations ended. Rumors spread wildly – they were turning away search and rescue volunteers because there were too many bodies; accounts of houses floating down the river and the people who cried for help from inside; the old carpet factory by the docks that didn’t even tell its employees to evacuate. Every bridge and tunnel into Gotham had been washed away, and every road in the city was impassable. There was no radio, no cell service, no internet. No way to contact the outside world or the others stuck in the city.

No way to verify what was real. No way to find out who was still alive.

“Next,” the cashier called. His voice was dry.

The line shuffled forward.

“I want to look,” Damian whispered. “I’m going to find everyone.”

Jason and Tim’s eyes met, both bloodshot and cradled by dark circles.

“It’s not safe, squirt,” Jason said. “The floodwaters are still up.”

“I can swim,” Damian huffed, without heat. They had had this argument before. Damian had yet to win it.

“This isn’t the kind of water you can swim out of,” Jason had shouted. “The boat will flip, and you’ll be swept downstream like everyone else.”

“I can’t just sit here and watch people drown,” Dick growled. “I’m going to help, or die trying.”

It was the last they had heard from him.

“Next,” the cashier called, and it was their turn.

Tim dropped the case of water bottles onto the counter. Jason fished cash out of his pocket. No cards – that would require power.

“This, too,” Damian said, throwing a tube of triple antibiotic on the counter.

“We don’t need that,” Jason said.

Damian clicked his tongue. “Drake is hiding an injury.”

“No he’s—” but Jason stopped at the very brief, very subtle dirty look Tim shot to the youngest in their group. Not brief enough. “Tim,” Jason bit out, tone sharp.

Tim dropped a twenty on the counter. “Keep the change,” he murmured to the cashier, already grabbing the case of water to go.

Jason watched, but he couldn’t find evidence of any injury. He followed Tim’s quick progress out the front doors, past the line of wide-eyed, lost-looking refugees. The ground outside was rough terrain, the road washed away in places and buried in a thick layer of mud in others. Bricks and wood were scattered throughout the mess, like chunks of the city had been put through a blender and spilled onto the streets. Broken glass twinkled under the hot sun in an ironic twist since the storm. Murky, fetid water still flowed in a steady stream from somewhere further up what used to be the block.

They were lucky. They had made their way to the high ground. Walk a block in any direction, and the city was submerged under feet of rushing floodwater.

Jason grabbed Tim by the shoulder and forced him to turn around. “Where are you hurt?” he growled. “And why didn’t you say anything?”

Damian caught up a moment later, bringing the ointment with him. “There was blood on his hands this morning,” he said, accusingly. “I do not know where it came from.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Tim hissed. “Damian, that medicine could have gone to someone who really needed it.”

“Nuh-uh; nice try.” Jason stepped between them. “You’re too tired to deflect.”

“It’s true,” Tim ground out. “That antibiotic isn’t going to do me any good.”

Something in his tone gave Jason pause. “What do you mean by that?”

Tim’s jaw twitched. “I. . . .” he trailed off, eyes downcast. “C’mere, Damian. Get some water.” It was the first clean water they had found since their old supply ran out the day before.

Damian accepted the proffered bottle, but didn’t open it. “Drake?”

Tim ran a dirty hand down his face. He took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to tell you like this.”

His tone scared Jason. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s my leg.” Tim brushed some debris aside with his foot and sat heavily. “It’s just a small cut.” He rolled the hem of his pants back, revealing dirty shins and bruised knees. Jason dropped down to inspect further. There was a slice across his calf, maybe an inch long, and not too deep.

“When did this happen?” Jason asked, brushing some dirt away from the sluggishly-bleeding wound. Damian had said he saw blood this morning, but that was hours ago, and surely it wouldn’t still be bleeding now?

Tim closed his eyes. “When we crossed into Old Gotham. Yesterday.”

When the realization hit him, Jason sucked in a breath at the impact. Crossing into Old Gotham consisted of traversing waist-deep still water, with the aid of a rope someone had installed to keep balance on uneven ground. The water had been brown-orange with dirt and had an iridescent sheen from the oil it had picked up on the way, and it had smelled like the subway.

Damian, thinking along the same lines, opened his bottle passed it to Jason, who rinsed the silt from around Tim’s injury. It revealed puffy, pink skin.

One tendril of dark pink reached two inches up Tim’s leg.

“The water was contaminated,” Tim whispered. “Infection was imminent.”

It was the word the emergency warnings had used. Flash flood warning – seek higher ground immediately. Dam failure imminent.

Jason tilted the bottle, and Tim gripped it before any more water could spill out. “Save it,” he snapped. “Don’t waste it on this.”

“It’s not waste, you cretin,” Damian interjected. “We must clean the wound.”

“The infection has already spread to my blood,” Tim stated cooly, like it wasn’t his death sentence. “I don’t have a spleen, and all of my antibiotics have washed into the Atlantic.”

Damian still had the tube of triple-antibiotic ointment. He squeezed it hard enough the tube warped into a mold of his fist. “We will get you more medicine.”

“Where?”

“We will find a place that is open.”

“Pharmacies are gone. We don’t have cash to pay for it. There’s no way off this island, and as far as we know, there’s no help on the way.” Tim’s voice got louder as he spoke, his posture stiffer.

Jason recognized the fear, underneath the anger. He placed a hand on each of Tim’s shoulders. “Look at me, Tim.” He waited until Tim peeled his gaze off the muddy ground to continue. “We are not going to let you die here.”

Tim’s mouth pulled into a tight, flat line. “You aren’t letting me do anything. It just is what it is.”

“It is what I say it is,” Jason countered, forcefully enough even he almost believed it. “And I say you’re going to get through this. We’re going to find everyone else, we’re going to clean up the city, and Bruce is going to have new gray hairs to name after you for years to come.”

One corner of Tim’s mouth cracked upward, briefly, at the last comment, but fell away again almost immediately. “Okay.”

He didn’t sound like he believed it.

That was fine. Jason had enough belief for the both of them. “Get up, loser.” He hefted Tim up off his feet, and hefted a squawking Damian onto his own back.

“We’re going shopping.”

[bostonfly]

Bread and Roses

"Bread for all, and Roses too" -Helen Todd 1910 | Oil on canvas-board 14" x 11"

[daredevil-vagabond]

it's a long way up outta the muck st. jason todd of the resurrected pilgrimage

lyrics: shikabane no odori - kikuo

[powderrr]

Meow

[brokehorrorfan]

Twister will be released on 4K Ultra HD (with Digital) in Steelbook and standard packaging on July 9 via Warner Bros. The 1996 disaster thriller's sequel, Twisters, hist theaters on July 19.

Jan de Bont (Speed) directs from a script by Michael Crichton (Jurassic Park) and Anne-Marie Martin. Helen Hunt, Bill Paxton, Jami Gertz, Cary Elwes, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Alan Ruck, Todd Field, and Jeremy Davies star.

Twisters has been restored in 4K with HDR and Dolby Atmos audio. Special features are listed below, where you can also see the full Steelbook layout.

Special features:

Audio commentary by director Jan de Bont and visual effects supervisor Stefen Fangmeier

Interview with director Jan de Bont (new)

Chasing the Storm: Twister Revisited

Anatomy of a Twister

HBO's The Making of Twister

"Human Beings" music video by Van Halen

An estranged couple, Dr. Jo Harding (Helen Hunt) and Bill Harding (Bill Paxton), reunites to deploy "Dorothy," a cutting-edge tornado research device, in a race against nature. This high-stakes adventure blends breathtaking visuals with a tale of reunion and resilience to create a cinematic experience not to be missed.

Pre-order Twister.

[not-xpr-art]

Candyman (1992) - fanart~

(10/2024)

watched this for the first time this year and absolutely loved it! so figured halloween month was the perfect time to do some fanart!

[leoruby-draws]

Decided to post even more Vanessa art, this one showing her hanging out with Rose Wilson. It seems Rose wants to help Vanessa 'toughen up' a bit, perhaps her mother Lillian Worth can help. Their older selves clothing are based on stuff I've seen in thrift stores, don't they look fashionable?

Here's an older Vanessa wearing the Silver Swan outfit belonging to her predecessor Valerie Beaudry, it's a very beautiful outfit I must admit. Speaking of Valerie...

Here's Vanessa meeting Valerie and her gal pal Maxine Sterenbuch, along with a doodle of Vanessa and friends meeting her names sake the Loch Ness monster! Looks like a fun adventure they had. There's also a doodle of Vanessa's poor friend Lucy Spears. I felt so bad for her, I appreciate the comics tackling such a heavy topic.

Further context on Vanessa meeting Valerie, in my au after Vanessa is transformed into the Silver Swan, I imagine her breaking out and going into hiding. Shortly after Jason and friends manage to find her and convince her somehow to join the team, tho she's very standoffish at first. Jason finds her (along with a couple of other kids) a safe house to stay in, but later on she meets Valerie.

Valerie offers to let her stay with her and Maxine, Valerie knows better than anyone what Vanessa is going through and wants to help. Vanessa slowly with her learns to manage her powers better and eventually learns to control it. Being in a safe place and having friends helps stabilize her emotions better, thereby stabilizing her powers as well.

Should be noted that Diana and Julia Kapatelis are trying to find her and bring her home. I imagine word eventually gets through to them where Vanessa is, I'm not sure if Valerie/Maxine know where Vanessa comes from so they can't tell her family. I'm not sure about Jason actually, perhaps Vanessa tells him not to 'snitch", so he's probably in a bit of a moral dilemma I guess.

Vanessa didn't just meet Valerie, she also gets a chance to meet the first Silver Swan, Helen Alexandros! The story here is kinda vague but I wanted Vanessa to meet Helen, then forced to fight her. But because Vanessa shows her compassion, Helen is moved by this and somehow 'gifts' her divine power (that she got from Ares) and this transforms Vanessa into a sorta 'super form'.

Kinda resembles Sailor Moon a bit huh? Who is surprised, I showed this form in an earlier drawing I think. Anyways, this form only lasts for a short time, but its very powerful. Vanessa showing empathy to her enemy is ofc inspired by her hero Wonder Woman , I guess after being helped by her friends she ends up helping another victim like herself. So I guess she ends up getting a narrative arc of sorts in this au.

But I did think up an alternative way for her to get that 'super form" tho:

This is more obviously inspired by the swan lake story, but more specifically the 1994 movie The Swan Princess (Vanessa's hair is slightly modeled after Odette's). The story's even more vague here, so I guess I imagined a lake spirit taking the form of a swan, Vanessa helps it and it 'gifts' her extra power. It only lasts a short time as well. Which story do you think sounds better?

Well, that was a lot, so I hoped you liked all that!

[pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong]

i get why ink would be hesitant to make a farewell II flesh video bc it wouldn't be right for spencer to play candyman, but im prepared with a solution; get tony todd to reprise his role and get spencer to play helen

[fanofspooky]

Sweets to the Sweet by John Dunn

[bryndeavour]

was no one going to tell me that deputy thornton and dr marmont were exes?

[prismagirlart]

They're like Malfina and Conneticut Clark. To me.

[alkaline-soda]

Them but with…

Smol Beans

[we-will-swallow-your-soul]

Horror Legend Tony Todd

With his cool, laid back demeanor and his rich, silky smooth voice, Tony Todd brought a unique touch to the horror genre. He has appeared in movies such as The 1990 version of The Night of the Living Dead, Wishmaster, Final Destination 1, 2, and 5, and Candy Corn. But when you see his picture or hear his name, many of us will instantly know him for his iconic role in the film Candyman. Long before the smoke and mirrors of CGI came along, you actually had to do things the hard way. Tony Todd really went above and beyond! Pheromones were used on set to keep the bees more docile. A protective mouth piece was used to keep them from going down his throat. His hard work and dedication payed off. He was awarded a bonus of $1,000 per bee sting. He was stung over 20 times. Talk about taking one for the team!