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gender0bender · 2 years ago

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Monster Trans

by Boots Potential, taken from Inside Out: Radical Gender Transformation FTM and Beyond, published 2004 (you can read the full book online here)

As a kid, I had a fascination with monsters. I'd check books out of the library full of movie stills from Dracula, The Werewolf, Frankenstein, King Kong, and The Swamp Monster. The monsters and mutants always scared me shitless and inspired nightmares of all flavors. But I kept going back for more of the same. As any adrenaline junkie kid will tell you, the sheer heart-pumping, palm-sweating terror is the best part. The intrigue with monsters gradually waned as I entered late grade school, preferring to acculturate myself to the Pretty in Pinks and Breakfast Clubs of the time. However, like any healthy obsession, it gradually worked its way back into action. I began to appreciate the Friday the 13th and Nightmare on Elm Street slasher flicks (taking a short break for a terribly sincere and plaintive boycott since my feminist consciousness dictated I avoid such maliciously misogynistic garbage). And along with my burgeoning affection for punk rock, zines, and other pleasantries, I developed an infatuation with B-movie classics. By way of the Misfits, I learned titles to various Ed Wood, Jr. greats: Astro-Zombies, Plan 9 From Outer Space, and Night of the Ghouls. In my junior high-age, nerdy juvenile delinquency (and only half in jest), I identified with these mutant, misunderstood outcasts. I will never make claim to a coherent gender narrative.

I could tell you a story about my childhood that would surely predict a queer adulthood: crushes on teenage girl camp counselors, tomboy androgyny and jock identity, Transformers and Tonka trucks, and stealing boys' Underoos from friends' dresser drawers. Similarly, and just as truthfully, I could order my childhood into a perfect predictor of heterosexual and gender-normative fulfillment: cute boyfriends who I thought were hot, a darling collection of stuffed animals and Pretty Ponies, and a subscription to Seventeen magazine. To this end, I will never say that my early fascination with monsters was all about my being a queer genderfreak transboygirl fagdyke. I will say, though, that there has always been something compelling to me about a living (or undead) thing that can freak the shit out of someone just by merit of their very existence in the world. Especially when, in doing so, it forces us to question the boundaries of the things we once thought were neat, welldefined, and impermeable (human, animal, inanimate object, living, dead, etc).

My preoccupation with monsters has mutated into something that provides me with an index with which to enact my gender and transness. Cultivating my monster identity preceded my identifying as trans. Part of the reason for this is the rule-breaking nature of monstrosity. For awhile, I was swindled into thinking, as many of us are, that there is a “correct" way to be trans: we have to take hormones, get surgeries, get a GID diagnosis, change pronouns, pass, feel like a boy in a girl's body, and get a preppy haircut. My inclination is to break rules or flee from them, and if this long list of rigorous requirements was what it took to be trans, I didn't want that.

It was clear to me that I was involved in some sort of gender subversion project. For a long time, my queerness has been in large part about widening possibilities of gender expression. I didn't (and still don't) buy the story that there is something fundamentally dichotomous about gender, and that there are inherent or genetic characteristics that lead to expressions of femininity or masculinity (whatever those terms mean). Unfortunately, being in queer communities didn't necessarily mean that people agreed with me on that point. In fact, many homos that I know are quite wedded to conventional understandings of gender and its rules of conduct. When I became frustrated with all of these “play-by-the-rules” queers, I sought out freakier communities. Some did drag and some put on rock operas about animal-human creatures that subvert the futuristic corporate stranglehold on the world. With these people, I found a number of things I was looking for: political engagement, creativity, an unquenchable urge to fuck shit up, and most importantly, a passion for boundary transgression and rulebreaking. In and through my work and play with these communities (conversations, drag acts, writings, and so on), my fascination with monsters moved from spectatorship to embodiment. I became the monsters I used to watch.

The monster identity, however, is an imperfect model. I do not necessarily want to associate myself with viciousness, irrational violence, and pathological insanity (although mainstream culture has already associated these with queers and trannies, so perhaps it's not so far a stretch). Nevertheless, there is something very promising about a monster culture that might revel in itself, that might deliberately position itself as monstrous in the sense that it deviates, threatens, and challenges. As in the case of gender freaks (i.e., trans, genderqueer, FTM, MTF, multigendered, and so on), it is only the common experience of transgression that defines monsters and arranges them together as a group. Frankenstein, Vampira, and the Creature from the Black Lagoon have nothing in common but their “abnormalities”, yet they are bound by their monstrosity. This is how I make sense of my gender. It is defined largely by what it isn't (normative). However, it is also defined by what this disruption of “normal” opens up.

Monsters are often referred to as “it.” Though “it” is not my pronoun of choice, I am heartened by the thought that a living thing (at least within the collective imagination of a filmic audience) can escape immediate relegation to one category of the sexual dichotomy or the other. Like many genderqueers and freaky trannies, I perceive a profound lack of options when it comes to pronouns. “She” fits no better than “he.” For a time, I continued to use “she” in part to disrupt the notion of what a trans person is allowed to be and partly in resistance to adopting the other end of an “either/or” choice. At this point, more to articulate my gender incoherence than to find a pronoun that "fits" or "feels right”, I usually use male pronouns or the pronoun “monster.” Many medical, GLBTQ, and trans communities would often have us think there is no other way than to choose consistent male or female pronouns, or there is something wrong with us, with our transness, or both. Monsters, on the other hand, open up a wealth of possibilities: what do you call someone or something that eludes you to the point that you can't determine its species or origin, let alone gender?

Monsters demand this of people in their very existence. Their rule-breaking bodies and actions necessitate a navigation of language that is unfamiliar and uncomfortable to a normative audience. This is what I would like both my gender and my pronoun to do: create the necessity to navigate language and the concept of gender in a way that is unfamiliar and demands thought and critical engagement. Similarly, monsters open up new and unfamiliar categories with regard to their bodies. They often fall outside of the set of prescriptions that define female or male-bodied people. It is often useless to attempt to determine their “kind” (whether animal, plant, person, or thing) because they are rarely a member of an easily defined “kind.” They may be a hybrid (werewolf, swamp monster), an undead human (vampire, zombie), a semi-human/machine (Frankenstein, Astro-Zombie), and so on. All of these are frightening partly because they defy their kind. They are never entirely what they are supposed to be, and we are able to read this transgression on their bodies. I plan to seek surgical alteration of my gendered chest. I am not intending to “pass," my goal is rather to be able to be read as trans, to create a lack of gender-cohesiveness on my body. In other words, I aim to defy the “kind” that I am supposed to be, true to my monstrous affiliations.

We queers often make the mistake of replicating the conventions we initially intend to defy. How often have we heard proponents of gay marriage or gays in the military talk about liberation? How often have our sexual practices and identities been policed by other queers (e.g., dykes and fags can't sleep together; femmes can't be FTMs; butches can't fuck butches; trannies should always try to pass; MTFs have to hate penetrating during sex; etc.)? It seems that we queers in particular have a lot to learn about the monstrous habit of staking out new ground and in doing away with, rather than duplicating, the rules.

The drawbacks of associating with monstrosity are rather clear. Monsters are associated with evil, bloodthirsty violence, and aggression. Monsters populate nightmares and haunted houses. They are beings, real or imaginary, to avoid at all costs (except when we watch them in movies or read about them in comics and books). Less obviously, but equally importantly, the concept of monsters has racial implications. Monsters are oftentimes associated in negative and damaging ways with “darkness” and “blackness”. They are “foreign” in many different senses, lending to a sense of xenophobia. There is a none-toosubtle connection made between the “monster” and the “savage”, a well-worn racist term historically used by colonizers and anthropologists to indict populations of people with cultural habits different from their own, and to justify attempts to colonize, enslave, or persecute them. These are the connotations of monstrosity that I wish to avoid, disrupt, and question.

Film and fiction cultures have a history of subtle and overt racism that often plays out in “monster” stories, and this is unacceptable. At the root of these problems is a deathly fear of difference. It is in and through this terror of those that appear foreign to us that we superimpose upon them a sense of danger. We make the monster by seeing it as scary. I think it is entirely possible to divorce the concept of “monster” from an inherent evil. Queers inspire fear in people because they fail to fit a prescribed social and societal norm of heterosexuality. So, too, in the case of monsters: they inspire fear not due to an inherent evil, but rather as a direct result of failing to conform to an expected set of standards as to what a living thing should be and look like. Furthermore, just as there are many varieties and embodiments of queerness, so too are there of monstrosity. However, it should be said that this strategic employment of monstrosity is at least partially enabled or at least made more accessible to me as a white person. It might look very different for a trans person of color to claim monstrosity as a gender identity. It should also be said that the multiple ways in which our bodies are classed, raced, gendered, abled, altered, made, and understood are in a constant and changing relationship with the ways in which these bodies are understood, policed, and interacted with daily. This means that the ways in which we claim any gender identity are culturally and socio-politically loaded along those matrices. This should not point to preclusion from forging or claiming various identities, but should encourage us to do so with a high degree of articulation and specificity.

My favorite monsters are the B-movie variety. This is the source from where my gender enactments are inspired. They manage to be at once deliberate in their freakishness, fictional, contrived, shocking, fascinating, never "correctly” human, always tenacious, and often campy. I take from this my pleasurable enactment and embodiment of transness. I revel in being freaky and campy, attempt to use the nervousness I inspire in people to challenge, and never settle into categories I don't feel accommodate me. And every once in awhile, just to punctuate my point, I wear an old-fashioned Martian mask for fun and for effect.

It is interesting that I came to identify as trans in and through my gender-as-monster ideas. There is more than just monster culture that preceded and inspired my identification as trans, and there is more to my transness than monstrosity. However, it is interesting how much easier it was to say, “I'm trans," when I had a tangible example and concept of how I could explain my transness outside of the medical model (of Gender Identity Disorder). For me, thinking about rule-breakers like B-movie monsters laid out a neat framework of what I want and expect out of transness. It makes anti-gender-cohesion as fun a game as it is a serious project. And of course, monstrosity and transness are both of those things.

The most hopeful and beautiful thing about monstrosity-as-gender is the fact that once you become a monster, nothing looks “normal.” Everyone is a monster waiting to happen, they are just choosing, at the moment, to cohere to an arbitrary and fictional set of rules and regulations as to what they are supposed to be. You start inhabiting an entire world of monsters. And nothing looks better.

For a number of years, I have been aware that rule transgression and other forms of productive and challenging delinquency are important projects to me in terms of gender and other personal and political questions. However, in the last few years of thinking about monstrosity and trans in relation to myself, the concrete ways in which I hope to enact those transgressions has become much less of a mystery. It is an answer that makes sense in reply to the question, “How can I approach gender in a way that is equal parts radical, fun, politically challenging, personally comfortable, and a serious and sustainable project?"

It suddenly feels like my project goals are dovetailing with the concrete ways I want to achieve those goals. I am thrilled to have a vehicle which allows me to be simultaneously politically engaged, campy as hell, tough-as-nails, sissy faggy, butch newwave dykey, dead serious, boy-girl-whatever, pansy, and terrifying all in one fell swoop. Male/female dichotomies do not allow for this mobility and simultaneity, but monstrosity does. I find it extremely pleasurable that it is B-movie monsters that made it possible for me to pinpoint the way I want to do gender and the way I can make sense of my queerness and transness. For once, the story ends happily, and the monsters are the heroes.

#transgender #nonbinary #transmasculine #transgender history #trans masc art #trans art #trans writing #personal collection #monster trans #reclaimed slurs

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mongoosecroft-alt · 3 years ago

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Karl Heisenberg: *gets thrown in a dumpster*

Tumblr/the dumpster *waives Goodbye to the Capcom garbage truck*: "thank you!"

All the simps: *pull him out of the garbage*

Karl Heisenberg: "wtf just happened"

Random twink dutifully dusting off his coat with a feather duster: "you are our king now."

Karl Heisenberg: "what?"

Fanfic authors: "it's cool, we held a vote and you won by a landslide, it's all on the up and up"

The bi bloggers: "actually there were a considerable number of votes for Lady D but she doesn't slum it with the likes of us so"

The critics: "also your character arc and development based on pre-established classical forms in modern literature was vastly superior to the 'tall lady's' so really-"

The Monster Fuckers/were-heisenberg stans: "yeah, sure that's why"

#wintersberg #heisenwinters #ethan winters x karl heisenberg #lord heisenberg #karl heisenberg #heisenberg fanfiction #this is not meant to throw shade #lord knows I'm in here 3 or 4 times so don't feel singled out

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whoppert · 3 years ago

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Sunna 3 (loki/reader) (stephen strange/reader)

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The story continues with Stephen Strange . . . .

The name’s Doctor Stephen Strange M.D., Ph.D, actually.

Well, and Sorcerer Supreme.

Master of the Mystic Arts.

Cleaner of cosmic messes and

Cosmic Mess, himself.

I almost pull a muscle trying to look positive as I left her at the Sanctum. She definitely recognized my hesitance. Finally, after a month of avoiding her I had rallied together a plucky enough attitude to be able to sit quietly in her presence. I thought maybe it had been long enough that the sight of her wouldn’t twist my heart into a million pieces.

I had been wrong of course, but since when does anything go right for me?

Didn’t matter if I was a surgeon or sorcerer, it's all the same to me, the only thing I ever botched was my love life.

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Surprisingly, the basilisk ends up being the high point of my day.

Wong hadn’t been kidding about a beast downtown. We portal behind a food truck, but Wong's already taken off so I'm following, but I can't see anything and I can’t hear anything unusual in the sounds of the city.

Of course, it wasn’t until I make it around the corner that the giant snake comes into view. Easily twenty feet long, green and blue, but in the light of the setting sun, the scales shone a bright turquoise, easily scaling its way down a building. It wasn't particularly girthy, so to speak. Like a very large python. Judging from the trail behind it and the way the garden balcony wilted and died as it slithered through, the poisonous energy it radiated wasn’t purely an aesthetic choice.

I guess this thing isn’t in a very good mood.

"How does a supernatural snake even find its way to Greenwich Village?"

"Don't look in its eyes," Wong ordered bluntly.

I tear my wandering gaze away, the glimpse of the snake’s striking golden lamp-like eyes filling my body with adrenaline.

"What's it going to do?” I joke, watching the snake tongue flickering in the air as it tasted the rich, smog-heavy scents of the city. “Turn me to stone?"

"Probably."

"Awesome. Awesome."

"Any ideas?"

"What did the kid in Harry Potter do?"

"I haven't seen it."

Great, because how could this day possibly get any worse? Hmm, what would Stark say if he was here? Probably, ‘you got this Steve Urwin.’

There are times in life when having a photographic memory really sucks (like when you walk in on your college roommate getting pounded by his lit professor, not speaking from personal experience or anything) but it sure is helpful when it comes to situations like this, where you needed to quickly recall everything you’ve ever read about a monster. Preferably, before it eats you.

Basilisk… name originates from the Greek form 'basilískos', meaning ‘little king’. According to Naturalis Historia, by the questionable Pliny the Elder, this thing is supposed to be tiny, spanning the width of two adult hands. He was right about the trails of scorching poison at least.

The snake is making its way down the building towards the sidewalk, where the people are. Together, Wong and I jog underneath it and try to encourage it down without looking in its eyes, which is easier said than done. The bonus however, the crowd parts. They walk around the two crazy men yelling at nothing.

Pliny had claimed that the smell of a weasel was enough to kill a basilisk.

“Dammit, fresh out of weasels,” I finish aloud. "Shit."

Suddenly the snake drops into a large coil on the concrete. Wong and I are saved by our reflexes, but before I try to trap it with magic the snake squeezes itself between a tree and a garbage can, knocking the can over in the process, trash spilling all over the pavement. The rolling receptacle is narrowly avoided by a suit talking into an ear piece. No one was gawking at the beast, no one even seemed to notice it.

“Even a New Yorker would take a second glance at a basilisk,” I muse. When I check, I can only see the snake with my third eye. "They can't see it."

It isn’t uncommon for normal people to miss magic even when they are literally surrounded by it every day. Most people’s brains can’t process it without developing trauma from the experience, so the prefrontal cortex tends to filter out the stuff you can't explain.

Even if the people around us haven’t noticed the snake, we can, and judging from the way it steadied its head to examine us, it finally gave us the time of day. The snake hisses and slithers off down the street.

“For fuck’s sake,” I groan. Moons of Munnopor, I’m an idiot. I hadn’t let my lack of sleep get this bad on purpose, but even I have to admit that going a month without sleeping wasn’t the smartest idea, but my cognitive reasoning was impaired. Thank Agamotto for Declaran Energy Elixirs and caffeine.

The New Yorkers are oblivious to the jade green monster sliding on its belly amongst them, but they sure can see the two men in robes and a cloak. To avoid mass-panic, using magic to trap this thing was a no-go until we can find a private place where passersby won’t be in the line of fire. There are some positives that come from the public's inability to see the snake though, it rendered the snakes

I jog carefully after it, trying not to let it out of my sight, but no matter how close I manage to get, it was always just quick enough to evade me, and it doesn't taken me long to lose track of how many blocks we ran just trying to catch the beast. It's been forever since I last went for a run and I can feel the burn.

The snake slows only once on our journey, pausing to swallow a pigeon whole. The feathers of the bird are quickly regurgitated, leaving a young boy, the only person who seemed to have noticed, tugging nervously on his father’s jacket. If the boy can see the snake, then the snake can make eye contact. I take the opportunity, sprinting straight at the snake, almost getting hit by a town car as I leap into the street without looking. I ignore the horn, leaving Wong behind me to apologize.

The boy's dad, looks down confused when he realizes his kid is missing.

Shrinking back away from the snake, the boy has finally caught the attention of the animal, who slithers up to the child, rearing its head, fixing its rising gaze on his shoes, then his pants and dinosaur tee shirt and-

"Hey," I yell, waving my arms in the air. "Hey! Over here!"

I get everyone's attention, but most importantly, I get the kid's attention for a second. Long enough for the boy's father to gather him up in his arms.

The snake senses me closing in and twists into the open doors of a building. It's dragged me all the way to Clinton, and in my sleep-deprived state, my patience is wearing thin. I need to catch this thing. Bursting into the building after it, I catch a hint of emerald green as the snake disappears up the stairwell.

I really needed to take up jogging again.

The only open door from the stairwell leads tp a law office, ‘Nelson and Murdock’ said the newly-etched gilded door plate, and from the sounds of the commission, the basilisk has wormed its way inside.

Cautiously, I step into the small greeting area, just as a man flies out of his office, slamming the door after him. He doesn't even take a second to breathe before he's noticed me.

“Ah, are you after the snake?” he asks, “cause it’s in there.”

"Strangely enough, I am actually after the snake, thanks."

I didn’t have time for further chat, instead opening the door to the adjacent room.

Nestled amongst moving boxes on the desk is a massive fucking snake, coiled and hissing at me. My line of sight almost catches on those golden orbs. It spits at me, but at this point in the life throwing up a shield is second nature, and thank goodness for that. The acid in its venom eats away at the box that caught the ricocheted droplets. I'm not willing to risk indirect eye contact through a reflection but...

The snake rolls its long body out, pushing the last of the steaming box off of the desk, and filling the space on top of the wood almost entirely, before rearing up to eye level.

“No you don’t.” With some concentration I thicken the shield until it is opaque, and then twist my hands, turning the shield into a two-way mirror. I can see the snake, but the snake could only see itself.

I am a genius. Problem solved, the snake will see it's own reflection and turn itself to stone.

Only the snake never stops launching its entire body against my shield.

New problem: Plan A failure, so Plan B it is (there is no Plan C).

“Hey there, little guy.” Shield stays up as I take another step closer to the beast, despite its obvious aversion to my life. Stray droplets of acid melt tiny holes in my trousers. “I need you to come with me, and if you’re not going to play nice, PETA is going to end up making a video about me for their social media. And it will go viral.”

The snake swivels attempting to go under my shield.

I do the only logical thing and summon a weasel with a portal to the woodlands and open up a hole in the shield, tossing the poor mammal at the snake.

When nothing happens I dare to look, only to find that the pigeon from earlier had only been the entrée.

Yikes, sorry weasel.

I am too tired for this. I'm to stupid when I'm sleep deprived. People depend on me. I'm an idiot.

It takes me several seconds to close the hole in my shield and in that time the snake pulls up, rearing back on its spine to stare into my eyes. The movement is so quick I can't save myself.

A prominent wave of nausea washes over me. Terrible feeling, but I feel nauseous all the time, it's part of the toll magic takes on me, so I'm a little surprised when I realize I haven't actually turned to stone.

Springing at my shield, the snake launches at me, hitting the orange, attacking again, and again, and again, and again, biting and spitting, with no regard for its own skull. I definitely do not want to see what those fangs could do to human skin.

I lengthen the shield, curving it over the head of the snake and behind it and in my state it took all my concentration just to keep the shield from disintegrating. The snake begins thrashing in every direction in an attempt to escape, but I manage to seal it on all sides. The dome reducing in size until the snake was forced to coil tightly on the desk, subdued.

“Hello there,” I sigh, finally safe enough to approach the animal. I press my palm against the curved pane of magic.“Where did you come from?”

But in response the snake just bares its fangs at me.

A moment passes, before I am rouses by the sound of voices in the reception area, and Wong, who was breathing heavily, joined me in the office.

“You couldn’t let me know where you’d gone?” he snapped, irritated.

“Had a job to do.”

Wong sighed impatiently, but stepped forward to examine the creature. “It’s a baby.”

“So that’s why it didn’t turn me to stone when I looked in its eyes.”

“You- I told you not to do that!”

“Eyes are the windows to the soul, and we were bonding, Wong. I think it likes me.”

The snake hisses on cue.

"You could have been killed-" Wong started.

"I know, I know."

“Oh, good,” owner of the office, the man from earlier, steps into the room, hands nonchalantly slung inside his pockets. “You got it! I really didn’t want to deal with that thing myself. You make a hell of an animal control.”

I process the man’s dark sunglasses and, with a start, realize that he is blind. In the face of all the New Yorkers that hadn’t seen a giant snake weaving through them, of course it was a blind man who had noticed it.

"Thanks, I'm volunteering for the local shelter."

"Local shelter has robes and cloaks as their uniform?" I barely have time to look confused before he taps his ear, adding, "I can actually hear the extra fabric when you move."

"Huh."

Wong lets out a noise like a deflating balloon from where he stands studying the snake. “Strange, we have to get home. Now.”

I looked at him, eyebrows raised, “I don’t think-”

"The snake is from Svartálfar."

"Remind me where that is again-?"

“This is a juvenile Svartálfar Basilisk, it can only have come by way of Asgard,” Wong interrupts, muttering some incantation that I can't hear over the sound of blood in my ears.

The snake was a diversion.

Without a word to the man from the office, I use my sling-ring to create a portal, on the other side of which was the house’s foyer.

The Sanctum Sanctorum felt empty of people. Something was wrong.

I called her name, and called it again and again, louder each time, but I was met with nothing but silence. I checked all the common areas of the house by teleportation, eventually finding a trail of magic from the library.

According to the laws of Mystic Arts, all magic and magical beings leave a residue behind, a vestige like some esoteric GPS tracker. I could feel her where her magical trail lingered in the library, probably from our earlier translation exercise, but there was a fresh trail laid over it and it reeked of the Prince of Asgard.

The trail led upstairs, but I came to a grinding halt outside of her room, empty, the door wide open. Dread began to seep into my blood as I noted the remnants of Loki's seidr hanging like a fog in the air, the spot on the floor containing textbook shards of telepathy magic. What had he done to her?

“She’s not here,” Wong was at my side in seconds, the basilisk forgotten.

"Her trail of magic leads here," I say, "it doesn't leave this room." Everything is very far away right now. "But she is not here."

I’m an idiot, my mind begins to whir uncomfortably; considering every possibility. I left her alone. Alone with him. He created a diversion- what could he want with her? I can barely think over the rush of expletives in my thoughts.

A presence behind us shifts, and Wong and I both turn ready to fight, rings of orange around our wrists.

From the shadows of the room, Loki steps into view, hands raised in peace.

“Where is she?” My sentence slid through my teeth.

Loki, being faux cheerful, ignores my question, “Strange, how did your mission go?”

“Where is she?”

I begin to step towards him, prepared to force an answer if needed, but Loki steps back a few paces with a defeat-ridden gesture.

“She left, about an hour ago,” Loki offers the information like he might actually be remorseful. “I thought it best to let her go, she was, uh, none too pleased with me.”

“Alone?” Wong asks, voice deep.

Loki nods.

Neither Wong nor I have moved out of our defensive positions. Red. Everything around me was turning deep shades of scarlet and crimson and growing impossibly hot. “What did you do?”

The corners of Loki’s mouth tug downward. “Recently I was visiting… an acquaintance, Nightmare. Anyway, while I was in the Dream Dimension, Nightmare received a report from one of the dream construction sites about a foreign dream, forced into the network-”

“All dreams originate from the network,” I interrupt, “get to the point.”

“Normally, yes. With some persuasion Nightmare mentioned that there had been a series of dreams transplanted into the network from some outside source. Odd. He’d never had a problem before.”

My gut knows where Loki is going with this, and all my hot anger shifts until I was frozen in my spot. I could have been swallowed up by the ground and I wouldn’t have been able to stop it.

“So I asked him just who had been the recipient of these dreams, and when he said it was you, well, it piqued my interest.”

Heat swept across my face, and I watch as his eyes zero in on it, like a predator stalking its prey.

The grin from the god reveals white, straight teeth. He was ancient. He had been navigating these kinds of power plays for a thousand years, and Loki knew that he had shifted the power. Sacred Vishanti, Deathless Vishanti, protect me. Loki knows about my dreams.

There was no reason Loki had needed to report to me upon landing in the city to catch his prisoner… if he even had a prisoner to catch. A trick, it had all been a trick.

“So, you went into her mind to see if she had any knowledge of these dreams, but she didn’t,” I spat. The way that he had looked at her that day… Under normal circumstances I might have rolled my eyes, said a little quip and portalled the bastard to kingdom come, but I just froze, like I was frozen now. I remember being annoyed. I remember a flash of insecurity when Loki spoke with her, the way he looked at her like she was something to be stolen, something to be fucked. I remember the strong desire to beat him to death for it.

Loki nods. “She doesn’t know, I didn’t reveal your secret to her."

There it was, I suppose, conformation that she isn't behind these dreams. Nightmares.

"Really, you should thank me!”

“Stop speaking, Laufeyson.” Wong’s deep voice is the only thing anchoring me to the realm at this moment. “Why are you doing this? The snake, forcing yourself into her mind- I assume she was not willing.”

The dream I'd had the night after she and Loki had met had been one of the worst nightmares I had faced. Worse then anything I had seen even in real life. I had watched her die - not for the first time - but it had been so violent, so sharp and in focus and real. Slaughtered in her bed, and I was unable to stop it, unable even, to look away. Torture.

“Very few are awarded their soulmate on such a silver platter, Strange. Not only did you manage to discover her, you’ve been dreaming of her since before you even met.”

When I awoke from that dream, I couldn't stop my body from moving, and then I was halfway down the hall, padding shirtless and with bare feet, and then outside her door with my palm against the handle when I hear it. Gentle breathing. It had just been a dream. Just like the others.

There was a moment of silence, and then the dam broke, the rage courses like a floor through me; thrashing through me like the snake Loki planted; and in parallel to those minutes after I had awoken from my dream, I was mobilized.

“And you stayed here so I could kill you?” I hiss, releasing a wave of magic that should have blasted Loki back to the icy wasteland from whence he came.

The magic ripples right through him.

“I did not stay,” Loki replied, the illusion flickering, “but she interests me, and for her own safety, I thought it best to let you know.”

I haven’t slept in a month because every time I blink I find her mangled form behind my eyelids. Had Loki influenced that dream subconsciously? Perhaps Loki, himself, was involved in the dreams productions?

"Be gone, giant."

Loki looked as though me might hiss at me, himself, but a movement from Wong banishes Loki's visage.

“Don’t think about the dreams right now,” Wong mutters, as though I could push them from my mind at will. “We’ve got to go find her.”

Outside, we split up, both going in different directions to cover more ground. There was no trail. Nothing to indicate where she had gone. Nothing, period. It was like her magic had retreated deeply within herself, traumatized from Loki's violation. Wong and I had agreed to meet back in two hours at 11pm to regroup.

It feels impossible. The natural magic already present in the city is making it even harder to find her trail.

Deep breath, my inner voice commands. Find her, then panic.

My tracking spell bounces back to me like some preternatural form of echolocation, and there is nothing on it to indicate that it had found her.

If she’s hurt, I am going to lock Loki in the basement and let my friend down there enjoy him.

My mind replays the signature of magic I had found in her room. I can read it, I know he had trapped her against the floorboards of her bedroom, I know that he restrained her-

I grit my teeth. Stay calm. Just think about finding her.

Using a location incantation, I call to her in my mind, the basis for the spell centered around a memory of her, and I search for her magic, like I had done those months ago when I had sensed it walking past the museum. We’d chatted briefly, with me pretending to have an interest in Babylonian art, but I had been truly starstruck. In front of me was the woman I had dreamt about for half a year, and she was real, not just a trick of an ill mind.

This time the spell lets me know, that she is still far, but I am moving in the right direction, the trail fading in and out. I portal now, following the trail, uncaring of how the people around me react.

If she’s hurt, it’s your fault, the thought pierced through my concentration and the incantation breaks, forcing me to start over. She’ll never want you now, Stephen. How would you feel if you found out your soulmate, someone who was supposed to love you, had left you alone with a wolf? I start the spell again. You fell for Loki’s trick and now you’re paying the price. I start again. Hope she hasn’t been kidnapped, between the concerning lack of magic, and the probably disorientation, she wouldn't stand a chance. Some freak probably followed her into an alley. You hold back when you train her to fight, Stephen, you disadvantaged her in a real fight. You’ll be lucky to find her alive. This time I stop when I start again, pressing my hand against the brick of a building, something to ground my mind amongst its panic. If she only knew, knew that your dreams had made you search for her, that finding her in the museum hadn’t been a coincidence, she’d be horrified. You moved her in with you to keep her safe while you figured this out, but maybe it was you that she needed to be protected from. Images of the last dream flashed into my mind’s eye, broken bones and blood and gore in all its glory. That oppressive, villainous evil that had been hurting her to punish me for my moral failings, physically ripped her into two pieces along the vertical access of her body, guts connecting each half.

Stop, I demand of my mind. The spell bursts outwards, unable to be contained, the wave of magic exploding from me.

The magic returns seconds later, with just the hint of her on it.

I run east.

With that, we return to our hero . . . .

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sp00ks-odyssey · 4 years ago

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My tired Au I tried to make while sleep deprived (and yes I wrote it like this 😂😂)

Traumatale/underweather/worldwide Survivetale

past/History

the humans and monsters never had a war/they were gonna have a war/storm came and they work together to survive traumatic storm/

monsters helped heal wounded humans/allies/work together to survive all on the surface never went underground/

All monsters died accept for Gaster, Toriel, Asgore, Asriel, Nabstablook, Habstablook (cause they ghosts)

traumas/ storms= dust storms, droughts, tsunamis, famine, torrnados, blizzards, hurricans, floods, diesases, forest fires, more tba

Note Chara is a she (Don't judge meh)

mother of Chara= Pregos w.Chara, hasn't had her yet, thunderstorm happened, she popped chara out died giving birth,

Asriel was with her she named Chara chara before child popped out, told Asriel to take care of child if she died, which she did.

Asriel was with her cause he was taken away by a tornado and persumed dead but survived tornado and returns home w/ baby.

Toriel adopts Chara as baby asriel and chara are siblings (No ship!)

Asgore= King of monster/husbando of toriel father of asriel and chara

Gaster never died, he's the weather boy/science dude/gaster tries to bring back monsters so he takes animals from the wild and tries to make monsters again.

Undyne was just a fish a blue beta fish/ chemical hits the tank of fishes all fishes die/go belly up. undyne drinks chemical water/pee and undyne's here

she flops outta the tank flopping on the floor screaming "Undying (I'm dying) thats her name now cause gaster wrote on clipboard= Undyne the Undyning....I'm dying the I'm dying (insert laugh emoji)

Burgerpants- scrawny cat in a garbage truck, about to be crushed/ gaster or asgore grabs kitty (think of something=turns into monster)

Alphys= just a lizard drowning in a lake/ undyne saves her

how created? tba

grillby- created by fire in lab/something happens in lab suddenly boom little naked flame boy.

muffet- spider, Asriel stepped on spider, picked up dead spider, comes back from dead

Bratty/catty- dead

nice cream guy- dead

rest of monsters- dead im too lazy to bring them back XD

papyrus- (created by muffet, chara and asriel) Chara/ muffet cuts a hole in gaster's hand while he's asleep) use the bone hole/skeleton of a human that they found in the woods (boy skeleton's 7 years old boy killed?) chara tubes determination from her soul into a thingie/ floating skeleton with a bone hole were they cut out and put in right hand cut out part of gaster's bone hole into the now empty hole, water (red=DT) turn on machine starts working blows up boom papyrus.

Gaster tries making artificial souls w/ chemical he used on undyne the im dying and now they all have souls.

Alphys make robots for both habstablook and nabstablook/habstablook called mediocre not mettaton helps/hospital/rescue team for storms

A few weeks/months/years

Sans- gaster/papyrus/muffet/asriel and chara go back into woods finds another human skeleton they think it's mother of last one/ gaster does test its a twin of 7year old skeleton they use on papyrus

first 7 year old was taken by tornado-died, 2nd 7year old went out to look for brother got hit by tree/ out in woods, lightening hit tree timber out goes 2nd one, he was alone, but died cause he woke up in pain because wild animals were eating him= redo last time

red DT water=2nd 7 year old skeleton, papyrus left bone hole = sans

another prego mother - gave birth to frisk she was protected/surviver of a hurricane/ brought to Mediocre = gave birth/popped frisk out-tsunami happened

toriel/mother of frisk/frisk went out for something

tsunami happend mother drown toriel watched her die promised to protect frisk kept promise

Now/present day

Asriel/Chara/Papyrus/muffet- teens in their 20s

Undyne/alphys/burgerpants/grillby - adults 40s

gaster/toriel/asgore- "OLD" 100 years old/over but long lives

sans- kid/teen 13

frisk- baby kid/ 7

Nabstablook/ Mediocre- robots Age not known

( I can't breath 😂)

#admin stories #attempted au #tired as heck #stitches rants #terrible spelling

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alexthegamingboy · 5 years ago

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Toonami Weekly Recap 12/14/2019 (The Forge Edition, Week 6)

My Hero Academia Shie Hassaikai Arc Season 4 EP#69 (06) - An Unpleasant Talk: Sir Nighteye organizes a massive meeting with the pro heroes and minors to discuss the situation of the growing and threatening organization the Shie Hassaikai, led by Overhaul.

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure: Golden Wind EP#07 - Sex Pistols Appears, Part 1: Bucciarati's gang take some delight in trying to torture information out of Zucchero, but without success. Abbacchio then uses Moody Blues' replay to discover that Zucchero's partner is already waiting for their boat on the island of Capri. Giorno takes Mista on ahead to the island to find Zucchero's partner before their boat arrives. With help from Giorno, Mista uses the power of his Stand Sex Pistols, which creates six autonomous bullet-like beings that can redirect Mista's gunshots mid-flight, to locate Zucchero's partner, Sale. Sale escapes to a getaway truck, and Mista grabs on before it drives away.

Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba EP#09 - Temari Demon and Arrow Demon: Susamaru destroys Yushiro's Blood Demon Art and uses her temari to pummel the house, revealing that her and Yahaba are members of the Twelve Kizuki (Demon Moons), powerful generals that serve directly under Muzan. Tanjiro struggles to dodge all her temari, which swerve in physically impossible directions and are difficult to slash, until Yushiro helps him see the arrows that Yahaba is using to telekinetically control Susamaru's temari. Although Nezuko attacks Yahaba, the siblings are forced to change opponents, with Yushiro joining in to fight Susamaru using his Blood Demon Art of concealing objects. At first, Yahaba overpowers Tanjiro by altering his trajectory as he tries to get close, and Nezuko's leg is cut off by a temari. However, Tanjiro recalls his training and despite his fatigue, unleashes a combination of movements to move the arrows with touching them, managing to decapitate Yahaba.

One-Punch Man 2 EP#10 (22) - Justice Under Siege: Saitama loses to King multiple times in a video game. While taking a break, Saitama notices King's phone, in which King explains the phone is used to call for hero emergencies. Gyoro-Gyoro and Destrochloridum take control of an executive in the Hero Association, in which they negotiate for a future where monsters and humans coexist. Destrochloridum then kills an executive, revealing that they were lying and instead outlines their true plan to the Hero Association: for the heroes to assemble and face the entire Monster Association in an all out battle, before the vessel that Gyoro-Gyoro controls explodes. Destrochloridum grabs his pistols to attack the remaining executives but Superalloy Darkshine (S Class Rank 11) arrives and kills Destrochloridum after it fails to take control of him. Gyoro and Monster King Orochi hold a meeting for monsters to fight against the heroes, when Orochi notices Awakened Cockroach and eats him due to Awakened Cockroach losing to Genos earlier. Do-S is spared from Orochi when Gyoro Gyoro notes she has special abilities. Orochi asks Gyoro Gyoro where Gouketsu is, but Gyoro Gyoro finds out that Gouketsu was killed. Leaks that the Monster Association are going to war with the Hero Association reach the public and the monsters (who reside in the city) plan to go kill humans and join the association, but they are all slain by Saitama, who is late for garbage duty. Garou wakes up from Saitama's kick, and sees A Class Hero Death Gatling, but is too tired and goes to a shack to rest, with Death Gatling noticing him. Tareo and his friends find someone in their shack and force Tareo to get that person out. Garou and Tareo meet again, and Garou tells Tareo if he doesn't want anyone to bully him, he should get stronger. Genos gets upgrades from Dr. Kuseno to better handle villains. Death Gatling arrives with his crew (Stinger, Smile Man, Wildhorn, Chain Toad, Glasses, Gun Gun, and Shooter) to confront Garou. Garou notices the crew, and looks at Tareo's almanac briefly before facing off against the heroes. Loudly proclaiming that after defeating them, he will have beat 100 heroes, Garou lunges at the heroes but is knocked back and kept unsteady by the barrage of attacks, taking two poisoned arrows to the back. Noting their teamwork, Garou targets Glasses, the presumed weak link, only to learn that Glasses is ready and able to fight as well. The heroes give the weakening Garou one last chance to surrender.

Dr. Stone Village Origins Arc EP#16 - A Tale for the Ages: Ruri reveals that she learned of Senku's name through a tale passed down to her by her mother. The tale speaks of Senku's father, Byakuya, who became an astronaut after Senku made an electric suit to help him pass the swimming exam for JAXA. Five years after passing his exams, Byakuya travels to the International Space Station, alongside cosmonaut Shamil Volkov and American songstress Lillian Weinburg, joining fellow crew members Connie, Dalia, and Yakov. During their stay, Byakuya and the crew witness the phenomenon that turns everyone on Earth into stone, leaving them as the only six humans left.

Fire Force Netherworld Arc EP#19 - Into the Nether: Licht explains to Company 8 that he believes that the White-Clad are hiding in the Nether, a forbidden area of abandoned subway tunnels beneath the Tokyo Empire. The next day, the company enters the Nether, the place which is seen as a place of dread. As they walk into the darkness, they are enveloped in a mysterious fog and encounter impostors created by Yona and Mirage and become separated. Sho sends in Assault the Slaughterer, to eliminate Company 8, meanwhile Maki encounters Flail and a group of White-Clad alone. She defeats the White-Clad and faces Flail whom she attacks and defeats with her two fireballs, Splutter and Flare, which are encased in devices created by Vulcan which concentrates their power. Elsewhere in the tunnels, Assault finds Iris and Tamaki and attacks them with his flaming missiles. Tamaki withstands his attacks, and gets close enough to disable him when her uniform falls open. Before he can react, Iris pummels him to the ground with a metal pipe and they go in search of the others.

Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma Totsuki Autumn Election Arc EP#22 - That Which Transcends the Norm": Miyoko scores 87 points with her pineapple cha-han, while Yuki gets 86 points for her wild game curry. Afterwards, the Aldini brothers face off against each other, with Isami presenting a curry calzone that scores 87 points while Takumi presents a curry pasta dish using tamari soy sauce and cheese filled pasta, and scores 90 points. Alice then presents her deconstructed curry dish that leaves the judges bewildered and amazed, earning 95 points and taking the lead. Finally, Megumi presents her dish, monkfish dobu-jiru, which emphasises the taste of her hometown, earning her 88 points and landing her a spot in the main tournament alongside Alice, Hisako, and Takumi.

Lupin the 3rd OVA: Is Lupin Still Burning?

Black Clover: Elf Tribe Reincarnation Arc EP#98 - The Sleeping Lion: The Crimson Lions are attacked by Randall, their elf possessed vice-captain, who overpowers them with wind magic. Leo realises that as they cannot see the air magic, he must sense the magic behind the air to avoid being injured and is able to briefly fight back. The remaining lions insist that he flee but Leo refuses and almost unlocks a new spell, but his unfamiliarity with the magic drains all his energy instantly. As Randall moves to kill Leo the entire base becomes engulfed in flames as Fuegoleon furiously awakens from his coma, his destroyed right arm replaced by one made of flames. He reveals he has been chosen as the new host of Salamander, the Spirit of Fire who once belonged to Fana. Furious that Salamander would choose a human royal as his host Randall attacks Fuegoleon, but is swiftly overpowered and restrained by Salamanders fire. Fuegoleon recalls that after Patry severed his arm and took his magic stone he left Fuegoleon alive, though Fuegoleon decides to keep this secret until he learns why. At the Golden Dawn headquarters, many Golden Dawn members are now possessed, including Langris, now possessed by Patry's cousin, Latry. Elsewhere Finral is forced to wake up from his coma by Yami violently kicking him out of bed. To save Langris, Finral decides to join the battle.

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gta-vice-city-cheats-swit57 · 2 years ago

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gta vice city cheats switch work IQ2I&

💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 All the cheats you need for GTA 3, Vice City and San Andreas on the Nintendo Switch, arriving via GTA: The Trilogy - The Definitive Edition. These GTA VC cheat codes will help you have more fun playing the remastered game on PS4, PS5, Nintendo Switch, Xbox One, Series X/S or PC. All the cheats for GTA Vice City – Nintendo Switch ; Fast Mode, X, UP, RIGHT, DOWN, ZL, L, Y �� Increases movement speed of all characters. ; Suicide, RIGHT, ZL. Character Modification Cheats · Maximum Health: R, ZR, L, A, Left, Down, Right, Up, Left, Down, Right, Up · Maximum Armor: R, ZR, L, B, Left, Down. All cheats for GTA Vice City (Nintendo Switch) ; Increases the game speed (time lapse). X → Up → Right → Down → ZL → L → Y ; Slows down the. At this point we show you all the cheats for the Nintendo Switch with their key combinations and effects. In GTA Vice City you can enter cheats and in the Switch version you just have to enter the corresponding key combinations from the lists below in the current game. This works differently than with the GTA 3 cheats of the Switch version while you are in the pause menu. A message at the top left of the screen confirms the successful entry of the cheat. Important note: As your crime rating drops by points with every activated cheat, you should save your game status before using cheats. If you want to save your game with activated cheats, you should definitely use a separate memory slot. How can you deactivate cheats? In GTA Vice City you can usually deactivate cheats by entering the appropriate key combination again. Incidentally, there is also a brand new cheat in the game, Big Head Mode, which you can activate using the famous Konami code. You can find this at the end of the table. Keyboard shortcut. Full life energy if you sit in a car, it will be repaired. Full armor. Weapon set 1 brass knuckles, baseball bat. Molotovs, pistol, shotgun, MP, assault rifle, sniper, flamethrower. Weapon set 2 katana, grenades, revolver, shotgun, uzi, assault rifle, sniper, rocket launcher. Weapon set 3 chainsaw, grenades, revolver, shotgun, MP, assault rifle, sniper, minigun. Increase wanted level by 2 stars. Reduce wanted level to 0 stars. Play as Candy Suxxx. Play as Hilary King. Play as Ken Rosenberg. Play as Lance Vance. Play as Dick Love Fist. Play as Jezz Torrent Love Fist. Play as Mercedes Cortez. Play as Phil Cassidy. Play as Ricardo Diaz. Play as Sonny Forelli. Guns are given to all passers-by. Vercetti gang members become bikini girls with M4 assault rifles. Female NPCs are chasing you. Suicide Can be survived 1 time with high life energy. Displays the media level. Tank Rhino spawn. Saber Turbo Muscle Car spawns. Hotring Racer 1 Nascar spawns. Hotring Racer 2 Nascar spawns. Bloodring Banger 1 Destruction spawn. Bloodring Banger 2 Destruction spawn. Hearse spawn. Love Fist stretch limo spawn. Trashmaster garbage truck spawn. Caddy golf kart spawn. Motorists are becoming more aggressive. All the cars on the streets go black. All the cars on the streets turn pink. All traffic lights turn green. All vehicles in the area explode. Vehicles can float low gravity. All vehicles become invisible only driver and tires remain visible. Monster cars changes, among other things, tire size, maximum speed, handling and acceleration of vehicles. Increases the game speed time lapse. Slows down the game speed slow motion. Accelerates the in-game time. Cloudy weather. Gray weather. Foggy weather. Stormy weather. Your character and all passers-by have huge heads. Home About Contact. Top E. Facebook Twitter. Search the web. Our Socials. Build any website. Random Posts. Recent in News. Popular Posts. Passage of Duskwood episodes : all the answers and forks in the dialogues May 30, Elex 2 Find all vaults and codes March 16, Menu Footer Widget.

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darkarfs · 1 year ago

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I take out my neighbor's trash sometimes, and then she calls me and says she's ordered me pizza. I'm not here to turn down a slice of pizza, but look at this hideous, dirty slice.

#King Garbage - Monster Truck #it's a place called Mario's and they're using actual Mario as their logo and it's hysterical

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ir-onhan · 7 years ago

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Your Perfect Fit

Deadpool x Reader

Summary: A woman is cursed by the gods to kill any man she falls in love with. She falls in love with a man who is cursed by the gods with immortality.

Year 1025

You had witnessed the rise and falls of humanity over your many years of life. With your years of experience, man had managed to teach you many things.

1) They have a surprising lack to trust a woman, whether her opinion is right or wrong.

2) Anyone who does not look like them is not to be treated as an equal.

3) Love is either the greatest or worst thing to befall you.

Of course, number three is extremely relevant. When you were three years old, your father Hades had been too overprotective. Never one to let you explore, or seek the adventure you desperately sought your entire life. Naturally, as any father would do, he cursed you to kill any man you fell in love with.

Thanks, dad.

You had charmed and fallen for many men in your life, never able to learn from your mistakes. In a world so desperate to separate people to love, it always seemed to come at the wrong time. You fell for them always, hard and fast without you even realizing it was happening. Before you knew it, it was bloody floors, teary eyes and hushed ‘I’m sorry’s.’ Then it was on the run, trying to find a new beginning, a new meaning for a cursed life that would last an eternity. After your last failed love in the year 2015, you hauled ass to New York City, hoping to find solace in the bright lights and busy streets.

New York was strange, aliens falling from the sky was how you got introduced to the Avengers. A group of enhanced individuals attempting to save the earth. You would watch their notorious battles in pity, knowing that the abilities you were born with could end it all. But, the world wasn’t ready for you or worse your father and his brothers. They could hardly handle the mere mortals, to begin with.

There were no Avengers today, no hundred-year-old soldiers or flying tin suits. Just a relatively quiet day in the city. Well, it was a relatively quiet day.

You sat in your now destroyed car, staring flabbergasted at the red suit bounding toward a toppled down car. Wasting no time, motivated slightly by the rage of your smashed vehicle you made your way toward who you were assuming caused all of this. Another Captain America wanna be no doubt.

Attempting to calm down so no unseemly features would appear you stomped your way over to the car. Ignoring the various shouts from men behind you, mind narrowed and focused on one thing. That was until there was a gunshot. You felt it, of course, piercing right in your shoulder, causing you to turn your head down to the wound.

“That’s it!” You yelled, hands flying up in frustration. You shot a glare at the men behind you, all guns raised ready to fire. “I have suffered too many years for this bullshit!” As you ranted you strutted toward the men, flames and darkness erupting around you. You watched as eyes widened and screams rang in the distance, emotions you were far too used to.

“I’m just trying to have a normal day, and you assholes can’t keep your own damn business of the road! People have places to be dickwads!” With one final scream darkness shot out of you, racing above the concrete and toward the men. The souls wrapped themselves around their necks, hoisting them into the air dangling them helplessly.

“Damn sweet buns! When is it my turn!” A high pitch voice rang from behind you. You whipped your head around glaring at the voice. It was the asshole in the red suit, leaning against the car watching amused.

“You have the earn that honour honey.” Your voice rang, the deeper tones of the souls summoned ringing in harmony with yours. As if someone had slapped you across the face you snapped out of the trance you always seemed to enter. Lowering your once raised hands, the flames dimmed and you felt your eyes return to a normal state. You hated when you got like that, you father leaking through every ounce of your skin. You heard yelling, it all seemed distant now, cops yelling for backup children and parents screaming. You froze, and stood, and took it all in. This is who you truly were and no one would ever be able to accept it, not on this earth.

Before the cops could get too close, you felt someone tugging on your arms. Turning, eyes hazed the red suit was there leading you away from your impending doom. “C’mon you beautiful demon we gotta go.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, turning and sprinting follow his lead. The only time you questioned was when he leads you to the edge of the freeway.

“You’re fucking joking.” You stated bluntly, eyes locked on the ground below.

“Don’t pussy out, it’s not like you can get hurt!” He yelled, not leaving you a choice as he lept into oblivion. Taking a deep breath and shrugging to yourself you followed pursuit, landing harshly in a pile of trash. A garbage truck, you were in a garbage truck.

“We’re in trash.” You sighed ashamed. Maybe saying it aloud would help you come to terms with it. “This is not how today was supposed to go.”

“This isn’t even the deepest shit I’ve been in.” The red suit added, flopping down onto his back in the garbage. You raised a brow, smirking slightly at his humour in such a shitty situation.

“Who are you?” You asked, shifting so you were leaning against the truck.

“Jolly Ol’ Mr.Pool of course.” He answered.

“Right, what’s your actual name smart ass.” You shot back.

“Deadpool, how about you hot buns? Quite the talent there.”

“Y/N.” You sighed, attempting to shift your attention to the moving traffic around you. If your dad was watching you now he was probably having a hissing fit. Getting hell nice and spiffy for when you reluctantly trudged back down there. ‘Wasn’t a walk in the park was it, sweetheart?’

“So are you like a mutant or just a really angry broad?” Deadpool asked, sitting up slightly adjusting his hands behind his head, one leg crossed in the air.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” You laughed, thinking of how stupid daughter of the king of hell sounded.

“Oh honey I’ve heard weird, you’re shit was the most normal I’ve seen in a long time.”

You laughed, it seemed impossible for you to connect with someone like this. “I’m the daughter of Hades.” You said, shrugging at his shocked face, hands slapping his cheeks.

“Well no shit, I’m with royalty.”

“I’m far from royalty.” You chuckled, god meet Y/N princess of hell. It sounded so pathetic, but what was even more pathetic was that he was technically right.

“So how old are you?” He asked, sitting up crossed legged, chin perched on his hand.

“Seriously? You’re going to ask a classy lady how old she is?” You said, mocking shock. “I’m 1041.”

“Well, I have always liked older woman.”

Year 1026

“Wade you asshole come to bed.” You yelled from your warm position in your shared bed. A year ago you were dumpster diving with the Deadpool, now you were sharing a bed and living together. It seemed surreal, to have someone seem to be made for you. Your curse had managed to slip into the back of your mind when you two had first started working together. Granted, he was in love with Vanessa at the time so you didn’t think much of it. Things had changed though, Vanessa decided she didn’t love Wade anymore, his scarred skin proved too much. And, since you and Wade had been working together since the day you had met you were there to patch him up whenever he was down.

“Coming in hot!” He yelled, cannonballing into the bed beside you, quickly wrapping you up in his arms. You giggled as he laid you down on his chest, resting your head and smiling up at the face you loved.

“I’m like a Halloween mask Y/N, it’s not cute.” Wade warned, you two sitting across from each other.

“Wade fucking Wilson take that mask off I swear to god.” You teased, playfully punching his shoulder. “I lived in hell for god's sake I’ve seen the worst monsters in the world.”

“Okay, okay.” Taking a deep breath, Wade pulled off his mask revealing the scarred tissue beneath.

“Wow, that was a letdown.” You sighed, pushing yourself off the floor toward the kitchen.

“What? That was the biggest cinematic reveal in history!” He yelled, hot on your heels bounding toward you.

“It’s not even that bad Wade you are the most dramatic human being on this planet. And I’ve been alive for 1025 years.”

“I love you” Wade smiled, which was met by your hard glare. He pinned you down, not allowing you to move as your body fought against you.

“I hate you I can’t believe you said that!” You laughed, knowing the full effect of his words.

“Remember the first time that happened and you stabbed me, good times.” Wade smiled, pretending to reminisce on the not so pleasant memory.

“I’m in love with you.” Wade whispered, letting out a shaky sigh.”

“Shit shit shit.” You cursed your body moving against your will toward the kitchen drawers.

“What’s going on hot buns?” Wade called after you “I was trying to have a moment there.”

“Wade don’t take this personally but I’m going to stab you.”

“Is this a kink or?”

After it the urge to murder Wade had worn off, you settled into bed. Resting your head on his chest you couldn’t help but smile, you had found your perfect fit.

#deadpool x reader #wade wilson x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #tony stark x reader #iron man x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #clint barton x reader #hawkeye x reader #bruce banner x reader #avengers x reader #Avengers

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eljokerbabey · 7 years ago

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3, 10, 12-15, 17, 19-26, 28-30, 33-37, 39, 41-47, 49-52, 54-59, 65, 67-75, 77-82, 86-88, 91-97, 100-102, 104-107, 109, 111-113, 115-120, 123-128, 130-133, 135-136, 141-142, 144, 147-150.

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?Tom Holland onscreen as Peter Parker in Infinity War. But also my friends who are going with me to infinity war.10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?Probably Nick12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?Boy Pablo - EverytimeGinger Root - Call It HomeWild Child - Crazy BirdBusty and The Bass - Melodies and MemoriesAlice Francis - Shoot Him Down 13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?Yes, its really soothing. I mean, ask first, but yeah generally it kinda instantly puts me in a good mood. 14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?I guess I believe in luck kinda, I mean, I definitely know some people who seem luckier than others.15. What good thing happened this summer?It’s not yet summer so I guess it means last summer, which is lots, went swimming, made new friends, had fun. 17. Do you think there is life on other planets?Yeah, whether its intelligent hasn’t been determined but life definitely exists on other planets. Plus, the universe is too big for intelligent life to not exist somewhere so I think it probably does.19. Do you like bubble baths?Yeah, I can’t remember the last time I had one though. ;-;20. Do you like your neighbors?not really to the one on our left, but the one on our right is a cool guy, he drives a santa truck. The one across the street seems like a good guy.21. What are your bad habits?Second guessing myself, not paying attention, not showing up to stuff22. Where would you like to travel?Japan and Europe, also Canada23. Do you have trust issues?yeah24. Favorite part of your daily routine?petting the cats25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?I guess my stomach26. What do you do when you wake up?Lie in bed for a while28. Who are you most comfortable around?My parents, some of my friends (nick, enrique, emily, david and robin all come to mind) 29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?Nah, I lost contact with one of them, and then I’m just bad at keeping in touch when it comes with others. I kinda wish I didn’t lose contact with a lot of people, not just exes, I’m kinda unintentionally bridge burn-y 30. Do you ever want to get married?fufufufu is this a proposal?!~ So forward, my my. I’ll consider it! ohohohohoho!33. Spell your name with your chin.daNIKEWLK ;L;LDE ;LASN GBEDLKIKNA34. Do you play sports? What sports?sport sport sport sport sport35. Would you rather live without TV or music?TV, I don’t really watch it anyway36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?Yes, many times! Often!37. What do you say during awkward silences?I dunno, I don’t really mind silences, I guess sometimes I’ll make a funny noise or clicky my tongue, very rarely I enjoy trying to make them purposefully awkward, but I have to be in a shenanigans mood for that. 39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?I like stores that have neat stuff, like antique stores or thrift stores.41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?More or less42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?Usually I’ve got something on my mind, but sometimes I just don’t have energy. Also sometimes it means I wish someone where talking to me. Sometimes in relation to me having something on my mind I wanna talk about.43. Do you smile at strangers?Sometimes44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?Space I guess45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?I dont know if I have an answer for that right now46. What are you paranoid about?I dunno, strangers, I just always have an eye out, I got mugged one time and now my brain won’t let me not hyperfocus on what strangers around me are doing.47. Have you ever been high?A couple times 49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?I dunno probably50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?Purple I think51. Ever wished you were someone else?Yeah kinda, I guess I’ve mostly just wished I was me in someone elses situation or something52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?Things about my appearance, I’m working on it. 54. Favourite store?I don’t know55. Favourite blog?Mine56. Favourite colour?Somewhere in the realm of blue57. Favourite food? I’m not really hungry right now so its hard for me to have an answer for. Uhh, probably sushi though. 58. Last thing you ate?I had some burger king 59. First thing you ate this morning?probably the aforementioned burger king65. Are you hungry right now?no67. Facebook or Twitter?I guess I use facebook more68. Twitter or Tumblr?Tumblr probably69. Are you watching tv right now?nope70. Names of your bestfriends? Michael, Emily, Nick, Enrique, Ally, come to mind71. Craving something? What?human intimacy or something72. What colour are your towels?There’s purple ones and green ones and a couple of blue ones72. How many pillows do you sleep with?3 exactly73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?I do not

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?I dunno, probably a couple, somewhere around here

75. Favourite animal?Cat77. Chocolate or Vanilla?chocolate78. Favourite ice cream flavour?Cookie Dough or something79. What colour shirt are you wearing?Blue

80. What colour pants?Black81. Favourite tv show?I dunno I have lots, My Hero Academia, Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, Doctor Who, etc82. Favourite movie?This is also hard, I still really liked spiderman homecoming, most of the marvel movies really, uhh, Kung Fu Hustle, Baby Driver, Scott Pilgrim, etc86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?I dunno, Crush?87. First person you talked to today?Nick I think, hard not to when he lives in the same room as me88. Last person you talked to today?Either my dad or nick, I can’t remember if I said anything to nick when I entered the room a second ago91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?Sure92. In a fight with someone?Kinda, I’m not on the best terms with a couple people93. How many sweatpants do you have?2 pairs probably? 94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?Unsure, several95. Last movie you watched?I just watched Baby Driver and Thor Ragnarok with my family96. Favourite actress?I don’t knooooooowwwwwww, favorites are haaaaaaaard. 97. Favourite actor?haaaaaaaaaaaaaaard.100. How are you feeling?

I’m feeling ok

101. Do you type fast?very

102. Do you regret anything from your past?yeah kinda, I have made mistakes that I probably would change if I could, at the very least I wish I could make them right. I do think they attribute to where I am and that changing any of them would mean changing my whole life so I don’t know that I regret them104. Do you miss anyone from your past?Yeah, there’s a few people that I don’t talk to anymore (rather, they don’t uh, talk to me anymore) because I was… I dunno, kinda crazy. I really wish I could’ve had the foresight to keep those people in my life somehow.105. Ever been to a bonfire party?Kinda? I mean, sure, I guess so106. Ever broken someone’s heart?Yeah, I’d probably change that too. I dunno, I at least hope the people I’ve hurt know I’m sorry.107. Have you ever been on a horse?a what109. Is something irritating you right now?Not right this second but I do have things that are problems on a general scale, I’m just not currently upset about them111. Do you have trust issues?again, yeah112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?I don’t remember, I don’t remember the last time I really cried113. What was your childhood nickname?Pooh, like Winnie-The, its because my middle name is Oso, which is spanish for bear, so I got called Pooh-Bear a lot, and often it was just shortened to Pooh.115. Do you play the Wii?This is a very old person sounding question. “Hey sonny, do you like the eck bawk?” yeah I guess I’ve played the wii, I think Nick has one116. Are you listening to music right now?Not right this second but I can hear the background music from a game nick is playing, which would be this song117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?Sure118. Do you like Chinese food?Yeah hella119. Favourite book?favourites are haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard. I like The Dresden Files a lot, the Haruhi Suzumiya books are really good, Scott Pilgrim is fantastic, Interview With A Vampire is pretty solid120. Are you afraid of the dark?Not like, exceptionally, i mean, sometimes?123. Can you keep white shoes clean?I mean, sure, I don’t really own a pair of white shoes but I’m sure I could do it if I wanted to124. Do you believe in love at first sight?Kinda, I mean, I believe that you can get a crush on someone based on observation of appearance125. Do you believe in true love?uhhh, as much as experience tells me I shouldn’t, I guess so, I mean, I think its about dedication on both sides, love is partially a choice, or rather, a dedication126. Are you currently bored?yeah I mean, kinda, generally, but answering questions is entertaining.127. What makes you happy?Doing fun stuff with people I enjoy128. Would you change your name?In some situations sure.130. Do you like subway?yeah its good131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?I’d probably give it a try, one date/hangout with a romantic connotation just to see couldn’t hurt probably? I dunno, I think about things in a pretty exploratory manner, so I tend to be open to experiences to see whether or not something works.132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?Probably Nick? 133. Favourite lyrics right now?I already did this in a previous one so I’ll go for some different ones this time “I was a green eyed monsterCould you tell I was afraid?I sat myself down and shot my fear in the face”Garbage - Man On A Wire I just really like the delivery in that song, and I’ve been listening to it lately 135. Dumbest lie you ever told?I try not to just lie about stuff now but when I was a little kid I had some pretty good ones, I once convinced a friend that by law they had to have a black guy in every commercial. I also convinced him that japanese or something was just english backwards.136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?uh, closed, given that the door to this room goes to the outside141. Night or Day?normally I’d say night but I’ve found myself getting depressed with nightfall lately142. Favourite month?December144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?milk 147. Mars or Snickers?Mars148. What’s your favourite quote? “The power of one man doesn’t amount to much. But, with whatever little strength I’m capable of… I’ll do everything humanly possible to protect the people I love, and in turn they’ll protect the ones they love. It seems like the least we tiny humans can do for each other.“ - Roy Mustang, Fullmetal Alchemist“We evolve, beyond the person that we were a minute before. Little by little, we advance with each turn. That’s how a drill works!” - Simon, Gurren Lagann149. Do you believe in ghosts?I don’t know what I believe right now150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page? How could things Have gone so wrong?Thanks for the ask! Lemme know if I missed anything

#ask #answered #my life #own post #mayax81

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retirement-home

of astryl wylde, and barricades with blood, the remains of an undead army, a large group of humans are marching towards the castle to capture the young novitiates, astro's guiding light fading fast with helmets for some reason, from something identifying itself as a "police officer" but definitely not a demonic entity of the infernal plane site guarded by a meched out robot called "m swapping out the rubble squad and suddenly yelling a number of racial slurs and insults directed at the current heroes A love maze hacked into by bandits, going around cutting and gauze coming off a machete and suddenly being used against the whores' fathers, uncles, brothers floating in a tank above The treasure room: filled with safe deposit boxes, but dead heroes Solid walls made of muscle for demonic possession Ex-hero turned torturer absorbed into whores' father made out of rusting car bodies made out of body parts glowing pink chamber, aces and other high rollers lounging around a blackjack table Turing machine with tape recorder attached instead of computer staring down from trees floating along a river A long red carpet leading up to a complex of caves holding a dark tower a technological compound located in a maze beneath guild fortress Gold ingot affixed to tires of an abandoned sports car protruding from wall taking brains out of tank to make adjustments to cyborg Roller derby taking place inside maglev train leading to a red brick factory building upright on two legs topped with a canine snout, ears replaced by headphones, tongue replaced by a forked length of metal a graveyard and defended by ghouls, zombies saying with broken english howling at the gates that lead inside a rubber hose with one end inserted into chest, pumping the other end until it hisses air and injects it into arm y brain lying beneath skull-shaped ashtray Giant bloodworm forcibly injects itself into car accident, taking on the role of defense attorney and saving heroes replaced with roided out hospital patient with tribal tattoos reading a "health" pamphlet with pitbull head cropping up in mineshaft, howling back cheese-loving rabbit filling hole with maggots Bloody biker gang defending hooligans fishing bodies out of ocean Skull toting around a around cafeteria, trading blood packets for peanut butter sandwiches residential hallway lined with dark brick leading to a incinerator chute pizza spinning hypnotically as center of hivecraft bakery built inside Giant brain in a jar of green fluid hooked up to many machines pumping red pills Bloody agent off-duty, taking day off to work in sweaty coal mine filled with moles Mutations of ingredient animals leading up to cafeteria's meat locker working in a padded cell and making tight knots in ropes Sonar tech dolphin with human teeth crafting perfect 3D pictures out of translucent paper, always watching the chemical reaction, spoon-stirring clear liquid in pipe cleaner frame bottle Lightbulbs with eyes replacing the head, leading a team of roaches performing circadian mowing grass and trees with buzzing electric clippers beloved pet in attempt at perfect skin, cat with hair all bunched up in chaotic star pattern Manic pixie dream druggie replacing chemicals with luminol illnesses no doctor ever has, discovering new syndromes furry rodent, making sure every hair lies gently over the next Scat singing improvising jazz demon leading a pan flute band an asian woman, being walked on a leash by an obese man in a midlife crisis Bioengineering two headed kitten replacing scientists at atomic clock facility Man a roguish charm that tricks victims of violent crimes into turning themselves in damed, fragile corpse up close for police records Catalogue everything beautiful in a cold and calculated manner with peer before leaving them to die A day where everything is perfect for absolutely nobody senile luddite lacking cranial ports who stays such a frenzy that artificial hands replace natural ones replacing trash collecting truck's engine with that of a car Security guard painted gold using celebrity blood as self tanner Utility fog turning city street into haunted mansion destroyed by plane Fairies farming fungi fairy rings Derro experimenting on golem skin disease, making a metal plague to wipe out rival syndicate hobgoblins submerging residential area in a hyperbolic chamber rewarding monsters for dedicated service with a paint job on new runway leading into neon-illuminated fog Runners delivering pot of gold to sitting area tied to railroad tracks Man selling barbed wire to fence with visual malfunction Snapdragon seed sputtering in the breeze And that's it! everyone within an inch of their lives Resident egghead removing backwards writing from all police reports Having enamored a river spirit, a bargain is struck to collecting fruit and making uncanny valley holograms to sell as produce Zombie-eyed infant model eating solar cells as curiosity takes over artistic lense Times New Roman self-diagnosed sociopath who tries to take over the world as an act of revenge taking illegal guns and replacing the gunpowder with stool softener Solar panels operating at peak efficiency by day and glowing at night Please upvote this post in an abandoned neon sign These demons raid the servers of a famous novelist Volume brought to deafening levels as class projects flood in dealing with zombie plague and masquerading pain as pleasure Mistaken for a super nova, space station is mistaken for a UFO under blankets of stars quite easily addressed Foundation comprised of passionate, yet incompetent white knights struggling with iron overload juggernaut commanding the respect of a king Haymaker left hook causing immediate and fatal brain damage to some athletes with daddy issues turning dreams into internet points and punching the rich in their bourgeoisie Instructing demons to train dogs for protection based on urban legend Preparing urchin homes in tubes and lizard scales dreaming up exo-planetary bloodsports Crowdsurfing at Heavybites concert into a vat of toxic waste into a hillside of two-bit crimes and dead-end jobs Releasing heavy metal album with medieval torture devices as inspiration Putting down shelter stopping hearts filled with a lethal amount of painkillers leaves bowl half-empty for some reason and nervous twists of a bumbling idiot Chauffeuring the coffin hotel This rotten carrion feasting on hospital waste deserves attention hundreds of miles long covered with thousands of tons of garbage on garbage Making doilies from human teeth Lycanthropic rats offer discounted heroine in their tunnel maze booths surrounded by runaway trains Exports include sewage and toxic waste Graveyard of shoddily screened phones with worn-out batteries Releasing coral snakes and Toll booth to a bankrupt turnpike Skipping to East L because getting their prescription renewed is taking too damned long! hotel of Xeno-produced downtempo Music streaming through cheap speakers Barges full of deer draped in Goji berries Dozens of ladders addict promoting solar panels with faded tattoos Drugs and hookers bleeds dry host more every day A group of cloaked hags make their rounds Matching silver bracelets disguise gang colors of an old woman living on main drag Empty ranch house discarded for the city lights Unlicensed doctors freshly painted headstones of wind smelling like aftershave and formaldehyde injections made from crushed insects Whole-bodied automatons trying out hip new clothing brands Tendency for the mindless army to follow their leader slav to enhance strength and agility by a factor of eight Long-stem rose for a first-date dinner with a vampire fanatics chanting for human- hunting competitions in the arena Secondary arm used for primary, seeing if it can continue without it illuminated by a pulsating womblike membrane Arrival at ached-foretold destination with dead GPS Masterful motion detector sitting on empty leather chair of recently liquidated telemarketers Colonies of jeweled spiders weaving new master's throne Perfectly reflective floors leading to underground pool virtuoso playing songs to his plants Mound of excrement and toilet paper curling around the drain pieced together into castle for dolls and action figures Lifetime of old newspapers piling up in hallway of seahorse and conch shells in curio cabinet Acrylic Zombie feet used as bookends on Ikea coffee table pile of sea anemone skeletons See: Quagga mussels growing 1 5 inches every day loading chemical feeding frenzy Metal lockbox and two dozen melted pistol barrels Dislocated limbs being surgically removed cooks lifting boxes full of organs Autopsied child with fatal cranial swelling Colony of epileptic coral clustered around human skull surgeon and his mentally defective assistant A morgue disguised as a taxidermy museum gift shop -infected calendars stuck on random dates Bags overflowing with leaking saline-solution and blood hopelessly pushing Humvees to get them out of the way Wading through crunchy autumn leaves for miles shot adding two more hours to cheat death Barefoot and wrapped in bloody bath towels Corpse itching from maggots displaced by fresh cuts bricked into their own hallway Everybody gets the shits after drinking the water monster from a Japanese horror film with skin parasites Big black frothing chunks of flesh exploding diarrhea of nose-hair-clogging, dense, mucusy goo some old Indian told you your first week in the hotel Some see it as a disease safe haven and refugee camp determination of the sub-conscious brain's fears Some beachside and forest hideouts in the middle of nowhere of the deceased 28th President's daughter Stinging insects populate the surrounding swamps Send in the military to cleanse everyone and everything of the rot-resistant zippers on your forefather's safe for vision and ideas by the GSA-appointed leader Litigation between bloodthirsty lawyers and corrupt jury from melted snow trickling down the walls Camouflage in the forest, grass, and rocks all around you from your double-crossing, brimstone- hellbound Father Surgical removal of parasitic twin fetuses attached to your spine the cyborg supervisor monitoring your every move Catalogs flooding the hotel with trade workers and potential hostages men making a 100% more effort-- 300% more loot! Blood-caked machete meat cleaver thrown into the furnace razors, and other crucial supplies consumed The neon light flickering imitates the rhythm of hums pearls, and other gems for portraits sitting on dressers Variety of knickknacks and memorabilia from around the world toys sweep under pillows and between mattresses Forlorn light saffron-robed monks shed quiet tears industrial perfumes pumped into your room suffocate you Silverfish skeletons and moth wings piling up in the closet sprays spaying your gardenview room Useless, broken gimmicks and gadgets electrocuting you haggle over who gets what and how it'll be used Which schools, sketchy private or governmental organizations get to screen for fieldtrips and celebration of masculinity Musicians for weekend retreats to get high Surgeons for classes struggling to keep up for the cold, plague-infested northern frontier Soldiers for war-games and accidentally killing each other competitors for photo shoots and competitions None because they think they can get somewhere on their own They do amazing things with what they've got gays wallow in the cheapest corner of the hotel Young, impressionable experimenting homosexuals The families of same-gender lovers banished to malnutrition zones to change you from Utopian to sub-human in a breeding program Inferior Americans with the wrong genes will be eradicated and manufacturers get rich, corpse eaters the opposite Sorrowful fatties give their children a once in a generation chance at life redesigned with supermodel abs and bulging muscles bred for biological and sociological experiments millennia ago The 21st century the pool of vomit and dirty needles floats by -colored sludge oozes over the city Cranial- defects, alcoholics, and degens create empires glide everywhere and everything is shared Psychedelic trance dancing to save the world too gross for red-blooded humans The rotting, fetid meat that passes for brains siphon powers from the ancient sewage system Rats and lice feasting on trash and mutants overcoming your will to live one moment at a time Your filthy naked body marinated in blood and vomit high-arched feet battered and bruised and malnutrition give you anemia, Goiters the size of melons throb and pulse Yet your calf muscles bulge with power The clomping of your hooves crushing stones Finally given a chance to prove your worth glow in the radiated water and cantaloupes distended and heavy with juice Baskins & Robbins 31 flavors of ice cream in a cone -diving maggots and fleas for under privileged or anyone! Laborers unloading the freshest of arrivals truck and ladies' man for the sweetest girlies in town Down-on-their luck drifters including paroled thieves, dealers and pimps buggy racing across the desert on a stimulant Steal to survive, thrive by wits alone or turn tricks clothing snatching the eyes The safest, usually with a jewelry store in the basement Branding, tattoos and body mods done on site army boys marching in lockstep Take the mopping job to be close to princess fresh blood their hearts pump gunpowder and their minds are weapons Not eligible for mind-wipe or re- placement drinking vodka instead Bio-engineering students replace bodies with machines Take ancient engine of destruction for a joyride feeding time at the botanical garden Plush and velvet splendor in a chintz chair Women have success, men fail at the Bite-o-Mania food cart An illegal basement chop shop for bikes and cars and cold, hard cash covered in a soft, warm peritoneum Working stiff possessed by envy for the office drone The deserters next attack could be your bunker Wayward sentinent Kryton tubes generating waste heat unlikely to survive outside controlled environment Thought-leader and crowd-driver influencing the masses are almost human, subject to scientific curiosity Livery with carved iconography and bright colors Mendicants, beggers and mercenaries almost pick your own lot Old Mother Mallard's Rusty Charognards Saloon Gliding as long as possible until the last moment The screaming and wailing of fetid winds If too deep you'll fall the rest of the way through the earth and hit whatever is on the other side This is the essence of skydiving or free falling in layman's terms so you may substitute it for the eggs damaging it or even break so try for that speed also, learn the location you will fall or descend from and do you math using the freefall calculator on this site i give you : Just forward momentum, right? Well it really isn't it's just like anchoring a parachute except your moving object is the Earth and not yourself ther are lines in this story that just keep tugging away at you after losing your love to the treachery of a jealous witch hmF! Sorry, my intent was not to stubivkzny ah, I mean stQrb? b you

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omniversalobservations · 7 years ago

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Santa's Toy Monster Attacks (2011)

Merry Christmas, DA!

For my 2011 Christmas Card, I decided to go with a design involving Santa Claus sicking his toy monster on a naughty kid.

This piece was by far this most ambitious piece I've ever done. I looked back and saw that I posted my first draft of this piece in my DeviantArt scrapbook on June 29th, and I've just completed it finally on November 12th... Dang.

I am really proud of this piece, and I'd love to hear your thoughts.

You can also view a progress video to see how this piece came together over on you tube: [link]

Thanks To: -- A Blanket of Snow by ~midnightstouchSTOCK (reference) -- frecklebrush by ~Dojang (PS freckle paintbrush) -- SNOW PS7 Brushes and IMG Pack by ~KeepWaiting (PS snow flake paintbrush) -- THe Valley of Childhood Toys by ~MGrigsbyArt (toy ideas... check this out. similar idea and AWESOME execution)

On the subject of the toys, after hours and HOURS of googling, wracking my brain, and soliciting ideas from friends and family I've incorporated the following 200 toys to make up Stanta's toy monster... Enjoy!

1. Adam Bomb (Garbage Pail Kid) 2. Aladdin (Disney) 3. Alf (Alf) 4. All-Star Snork (The Snorks) 5. Ang (Avatar) 6. Animal (Muppets) 7. Ariel (The Little Mermaid) 8. Atari Joystick (Atari) 9. Barbie (Mattel) 10. Barbie Dream Car (Mattel) 11. Bart Simsons (The Simpsons) 12. Baseball 13. Basketball 14. Batman (Batman: Animated Series) 15. Batmobile (Super Power Collection) 16. Battlecat (He-Man) 17. Beach Ball 18. Bebop (Ninja Turtles) 19. Bernie Kosar (Starting Line-Up) 20. Bert (Sesame Street) 21. Big Wheel Bike 22. Biker Scout (Return of the Jedi) 23. Brak (Space Ghost) 24. Bucky O'Haire (Bucky O'Haire) 25. Bumblelion (Wuzzles) 26. ButterCup (Powerpuff Girls) 27. Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story) 28. Cabage Patch Kid 29. Captain Planet (Captain Planet) 30. Castle Greyskull (He-Man) 31. Catwoman (Batman: Animated Series) 32. Cera (The Land Before Time) 33. Chatter Phone (Fisher Price) 34. Cheer Bear (The Care Bears) 35. Chip (Chip & Dale's Rescue Rangers) 36. Cobra Commander (G.I. Joe) 37. Cookie Monster (Sesame Street) 38. Cooties (Milton Bradley Game) 39. Copper Kid (Silver Hawks) 40. Cowboy Boot 41. Cozy Coupe (Little Tikes) 42. Dale (Chip & Dale's Rescue Rangers) 43. Donatello (Teenage Mutant Nija Turtles) 44. Doozer (Fraggle Rock) 45. Dr Zaius Bank (The Planet Of the Apes) 46. Dr. Zoidberg (Futurama) 47. Droll, the Bogglin (Bogglins) 48. Dump Truck (Tonka) 49. Edith (My dog) 50. Ernie (Sesame Street) 51. ET (ET: The Extra-Terrestrial) 52. Etch-A-Sketch (Ohio Art Company) 53. Figment (Disney's Epcot) 54. Foot Soldier (Ninja Turtles) 55. Gak (Nickelodean Toys) 56. Game Boy (Nintendo) 57. Gamorian Guard (Return of the Jedi) 58. Gargamel (Smurfs) 59. Genie (Aladdin) 60. Gizmo (Gremlins) 61. Glo Worm (Glo Worms) 62. Godzilla (Godzilla) 63. Great Garloo (Marx Toys) 64. Green 'Erin' Bear (Beanie Baby) 65. Gumbie (Gumbie) 66. Harry Potter Book (J.K Rowling) 67. He-Man (He-Man) 68 He-Man's Power Sword (He-Man) 69. Hello Kitty (Sanrio) 70. Huey, Dewey, & Louie (Duck Tales) 71. Hulk Hogan (WWF Wrestling Buddies) 72. Hypnotaod (Futurama) 73. Iron Giant (The Iron Giant) 74. Jabba the Hutt (Return of the Jedi) 75. Jack Skelington (Nightmare Before X-mas) 76. Jack-In-A-Box 77. Jem (Jem & the Holograms) 78. Kermit (Muppets) 79. Kermit With Stocking Ornament (Muppets) 80. Krang (Ninja Turtles) 81. Lady Lovely Locks (Lady Lovely Locks) 82. Laser Tag Gun & Chest Sensor 83. Leg Lamp (Christmas Story) 84. Lite Brite (Hasbro) 85. Little Foot (The Land Before Time) 86. Little Miss Sunshine (Roger Hargreaves) 87. Lots-O'-Huggin' Bear (Toy Story 3) 88. Magic 8-Ball (Alabe Crafts Company) 89. Max (Where the Wild Things Are) 90. Millennium Falcon (Star Wars) 91. Micky Mouse (Disney) 92. Milton (Milton Bradley's Electronic Game) 93. Mojo Jojo (Powerpuff Girls) 94. Mr. Bill (SNL) 95. Mr. Bucket (Hasbro Game) 96. Mr. Potato Head (Hasbro) 97. Mr. T (The A Team) 98. Mumm-Ra (ThunderCats) 99. My Buddy Doll (Hasbro) 100. My Little Pony (My Little Pony Tails) 101. My Pet Monster (American Greetings) 102. Nerf Turbo Football (Nerf) 103. Nerf Vortex Football (Nerf) 104. Niddler (Pirates of Dark Waters) 105. NES (Nintendo) 106. Operation (Milton Bradley Game) 107. Optimus Prime (Transformers) 108. Orange 'Puzzle' Popple (The Popples) 109. Orcko (He-Man) 110. Paddington Bear Doll (Michael Bond) 111. Panthro (ThunderCats) 112. PeeWee Herman (PeeWee's Play House) 113. Peter Rabbit Doll (Beatrix Potter) 114. Pikachu (Pokémon) 115. Pink 'Pinky' Flamingo (Beanie Baby) 116. Pizza Planet Alien (Toy Story) 117. Play-Doh (Hasbro) 118. Poké Ball (Pokémon) 119. Polka-Dot Elephant (Rudolph Claymation) 120. Pound Puppy (The Pound Puppy) 121. Pull-a-Tune Xylophone (Fisher Price) 122. R2-D2 (Star Wars) 123. Rafiki (Lion King) 124. Raggedy Ann Doll (Johnny Gruelle) 125. Rainbow Brite (Hallmark Card Company) 126. Rancore (Return of the Jedi) 127. Raphael (Ninja Turtles) 128. Red (Fraggle Rock) 129. Red Ranger (The Power Rangers) 130. Red Rider BB Gun (Christmas Story) 131. Red Wagon (Fisher Price) 132. Ren (Pirates of Dark Water) 133. RoboCop Action Figure (RoboCop) 134. Robot 2000 (Millennium) 135. Rocking Horse 136. Rollar Blade 137. Rollar Skate 138. Rub-a-Dub Doggie (Ideal Toy Company) 139. Rubber Ducky (Sesame Street) 140. Rubber Shark (Safari) 141. Rubix Cube (Ideal Toy Company) 142. Sally (Nightmare Before X-mas) 143. ScrappyDoo (ScoobyDoo) 144. Sega Genesis Controller (Sega) 145. Seven Mystic Dragonballs (Dragonball Z) 146. She-Ra (She-Ra: Princess of Power) 147. Shredder (Ninja Turtles) 148. Simon (Milton Bradley) 149. Sister Bear (The Berenstain Bears) 150. Skeletor (He-Man) 151. Skip-It (Tiger Electronics) 152. Slimmer (The Real Ghostbusters) 153. Slobulus (Madballs) 154. Smurf (The Smurfs) 155. Snake Mountain (He-Man) 156. Snarf (ThunderCats) 157. Snoopy (Peanuts) 158. Snuggle-Soft Bear (Snuggle) 159. Soccor Ball 160. Sock Monkey 161. Sprite (Rainbow Brite) 162. 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sienna27 · 7 years ago

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TWD Spoilers - The King, The Widow, and Rick (8x06)

First, whoever wrote this one, credit due that it did have some great lines. That said, the theme of the whole episode seemed to be, “Everyone Does Stupid Shit And Almost Dies Because Of It,” which genuinely did detract from the overall ‘enjoyment’ shall we say. Because everyone was acting like morons and if these people were really all that stupid, they wouldn’t have survived beyond day one of the turn.

Examples (getting all the negative stuff out up front): Michonne and Rosita. Both still limping around, completely unable to fight, “yesterday” decide “today” to just go off on their own to do some Savior Compound sightseeing. In the process, nearly get themselves both killed, and nearly LIBERATE the Savior Compound(!), because neither of them were strong enough to take out the one woman who was driving off with the damn speaker truck to clear the place of the walkers.

Which leads me to Daryl and Tara.

Yes, yay, they saved Rosita and Michonne’s bacon by taking out the Speaker Truck and the Savior woman driving it. EXCEPT, them deciding to go rogue means that the people who are supposed to be keeping track of Rick and whether or not he gets out of the garbage heap alive . . . have just abandoned him. Good job, guys.

Which leads me to RICK!

Dude, WTF?! Why would you walk in there alone with NOBODY nearby to save your ass?! These people have already turned sides on you. I do agree that it is not unreasonable to think that they might not turn again, but as of right now, they are aligned with Negan. And now you’ve been taken hostage, stripped naked and dumped into a transport crate to be shipped off to the Saviors. Oops.

Now let’s go to Carl.

Another callback to season 1 . . . Carl being an idiot 😑 I don’t care if the new guy seems okay, your dad said to leave it alone because you can’t trust new people right now. But yeah, fuck that because again, you’re Carl so you just do whatever the fuck you want. And oh look, you almost got eaten FOR NOTHING!!! The whole thing was just so, so stupid and was more of something season two Carl would have done when he was like eleven. It was eleven year old stupid.

The Hilltop.

There are only three people I’d like to see dead by the end of the season. Negan, Dwight (because it’s the only way to end that story line) and . . . Jesus. I did mute every time he spoke because I’ve been done with the sanctimonious bullshit for three episodes now. Please note, he gave away their emergency food supply to the people possibly about to be executed because they missed A meal! Like it wasn’t Day Six of the Siege! All of the events of these episodes are overlapping. You took them hostage, and took them for a walk, and then gave away all of your people’s emergency food storage on THE SAME DAY! I was so glad Maggie took him to task for that, and that she flat out told him that she wasn’t keeping those people alive because he wanted it (as in he was right) but just because it was the only pragmatic move in case they needed to do a hostage trade in the short term, but in the long term she was executing their asses. THANK YOU, MAGGIE!

We need SO much more Maggie, and NO MORE, Jesus, please and thank you.

The Kingdom.

So E is just a pathetic spineless bitch now? Because that was what I got from his scene. I understand he was pretty devastated by recent events, (rightly so) but he had some time to get his shit together and Carol very calmly explained to him how he needs to stand up and go help those people grieve because he DID make those decisions for them, and he needs to take responsibility now for his actions, and he’s like, yeah, no. Not happening. So I hope all those people who were thinking C and E would be a great couple (*eye roll*), get how they can fucking suck it. Because if you think The Amazonian Warrior who has suffered from pretty much day one and still keeps on kicking ass and taking names, deserves to be saddled with a man who has so little personal character that he can’t even take responsibility for what he did, then you have no respect for Carol. At all. That’s just putting aside the fact that she already has a man, and it’s a huge fuck you to the Caryl relationship to be an A, B, C, D’er, but whatever. And I don’t even blame E for the deaths, but I do blame him for how he’s responding to those deaths. You made choices, and you got people killed. It happens. But if you take to your bed now like you have the damn vapors, then fuck you, you’re being a punk bitch. We already have Eugene filling that role. And no matter what else happens with him later, E’s already shown his true character here and he’s tainted because of it. Sort of like last week with Negan and all of the pathetic penis commentary. It seems deliberate that these characters are being knocked down off their pegs to make them less likable for whatever is coming next. Not saying it’s bad writing, I’m saying it’s people being pushed to the wall and now showing their true colors. The results have been pretty abysmal for both of them.

Now to the Positive stuff, because that was a lot of bitching :)

Good opening line from Rick: “It’s scarier than I thought it would be.”

For some reason I really love that they wrote letters to each other with the updates. And that The Kingdom letter wasn’t to E. it was to Carol, because her people know that Carol’s the one in charge :))

Poor Carol getting saddled with another kid. Like she needs that shit.

Jerry breaking my heart:. “He told me that I didn’t need to do this anymore . . . this is what I do.” Again, pointing out that E’s failure here as person, is doing a hell of a lot more damage beyond just the deaths. Jerry doesn’t know who he is if he’s not this guy.

Maggie cuddling baby Gracie. 💕 Though I do think it’s fair to wonder if Gracie’s mom might still be alive out there.

Good line for the new guy, Sadiq: “Killing them would free their souls.” And it is an interesting idea. That is one thing that hasn’t been touched on much is the ‘spirituality” of the undead. Back on the farm Hershel et al thought they were just sick and could be cured, but that was just because they were in denial. Since then walkers are just treated as monsters and that’s that. It did add some needed depth to show someone who saw them differently. And saw killing as many as he could to be a ‘righteous’ act, and not just a matter of “vengeful clearing” like Morgan does. It was funny though because before Sadiq even said that, I was looking at that walker stuck to the post trying to get the bag he would never reach, and I was just picturing that as being someone’s eternity. And how that would be a special kind of hell. Then he freed him from that.

I liked that Carol’s pep talk to E didn’t include the words “I need you,” because she doesn’t. She doesn’t need him. She needs for him to get his shit together to go deal with his people. That’s what she needs.

The one positive of Gregory is that he’s done with Jesus and is just going to call him Paul again. The passive aggressiveness of it, pleases me :)

No Caryl this week. Not even an inferred bit. Though at least the mid-season finale is lined up for both of them to be at the Savior compound.

Side point to that, I skipped Talking Dead even though it was MMB because it made little sense that she was there so it seemed like they were wasting her time. It wasn’t her episode. Airtime was pretty evenly split with everyone, but Christian or Danai still would have been more logical choices because it was their first episode back and hearing their take on things to date just made much more sense. For some reason it just felt like Melissa was the only member of the main cast who agreed to go, if that makes sense, and it kind of annoyed me in an odd way. And then they put her with someone brand new who we have no allegiance with at all, so I didn’t even feel the need to watch to see her interacting with a friend. Meh.

Anyway, overall the episode felt kind of bloated. TWD has always been at its best with more focused scenes and constant whiplash trying to keep up with everyone at once, in all these locations, doesn’t allow for that to happen. I’m just glad the next big fight is coming up so the crew will get culled down a bit more and we’ll be getting even closer to re-consolidating back to just one (maybe two) communities. I hold out hope because if we think back, so often the A to B storylines totally shifted gears, so maybe we’ll luck out and the Negan stuff will start to wrap much earlier. I just want to move on to what’s next 😔

#spoilers #sienna watches twd #the king the widow and rick #twd season 8

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the-master-cylinder · 4 years ago

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SUMMARY As the Earth crosses the tail of a comet, previously inanimate machines suddenly spring to life; an ATM insults a customer (King in a cameo) and a bascule bridge rises during heavy traffic, causing all vehicles upon the bridge to fall into the river or collide. Chaos sets in as machines of all kinds begin attacking humans. At a roadside truck stop just outside Wilmington, North Carolina, an employee, Duncan Keller, is blinded after a gas dispenser sprays diesel in his eyes. A waitress, Wanda June, is injured by an electric knife, and arcade machines in the back room electrocute another victim. Employee and ex-convict Bill Robinson begins to suspect something is wrong. Meanwhile, at a Little League game, a vending machine kills the coach by firing canned soda point-blank into his skull. A driverless steamroller flattens one of the fleeing children, but one named Deke Keller (Duncan’s son) manages to escape on his bike.

A newly-wed couple, Connie (Yeardley Smith) and Curtis (John Short), stop at a gas station, where a brown tow truck tries to kill Curtis, but he and Connie escape in their car. Deke rides through his town as humans and even pets are brutally killed by lawnmowers, chainsaws, electric hair dryers, pocket radios, and RC cars. At the truck stop, a black Western Star 4800 sporting a giant Green Goblin mask on its grille runs over a Bible salesman after a red garbage truck kills Duncan and dumps some of the junk on the Bible salesman’s car to make him so angry that he insults its “driver”. Later, several big rig trucks encircle the truck stop.

Meanwhile, Connie and Curtis are pursued by a truck, but they make it crash off the side of the road as it exploded. They arrive at the truck stop and try to pass between the trucks, but their car is hit and overturns. Bill and Brett, a hitchhiker, rush to help them, but the trucks attack them. Bill’s boss Hendershot uses M72 LAW rockets he had stored in a bunker hidden under the diner to destroy many of the trucks. Deke makes it to the truck stop later that evening and tries to enter via the sewers, but is obstructed by the wire mesh covering the opening. That night, the survivors hear the Bible salesman screaming in a ditch, and Bill and Curtis sneak out to help him by climbing through the sewers. Deke finds the Bible salesman and believes he is dead, but he suddenly jumps up and attacks Deke. Bill and Curtis rescue Deke, and a truck chases them back into the pipe.

The next morning, a Caterpillar D7G bulldozer and an M274 Mule drive through the diner. Hendershot uses the rocket launcher to blow the bulldozer away. The Mule fires its post-mounted M60 machine gun into the building, killing several people. The Mule then demands, via sending morse code signals through its horn that Deke deciphers, that the humans pump the trucks’ diesel for them in exchange for their lives. The survivors soon realize they have become enslaved by their own machines. Robinson suggests they escape to a local island just off the coast, on which no motorised vehicles are permitted. While the crew is resting, Robinson theorizes that the comet is actually a “broom” operated by interstellar aliens that are using our machines to destroy humanity so the aliens can repopulate the Earth. During a fueling operation, Robinson sneaks a grenade onto the Mule vehicle, destroying it, then leads the party out of the diner via a sewer hatch to the main road just as the trucks demolish the entire truck stop. The survivors are pursued to the docks by the Green Goblin truck, which manages to kill Brad the trucker. Robinson destroys the truck with a direct hit from an M72 LAW rocket shot. The survivors then sail off to safety. A title card epilogue explains that two days later, a UFO was destroyed by a Soviet “weather satellite” conveniently equipped with class IV nuclear missiles and a laser cannon. Six days later, the Earth passes out of the comet’s tail, and the survivors are still alive.

DEVELOPMENT In the late Seventies. Milton Subotsky purchased seven early King short stories from an American production company. Three of these. “The Lawnmower Man.” “The Mangler” and “Trucks. were targeted to comprise The Machines, which was to be a three part anthology film. Early on. King was approached by Subotsky about writing and directing adaptations of all or part of the material King demurred Referring to the stories, he later told a reporter . I know that if Subotsky made it, it would actually be worse than if they were never made at all. I don’t like to root for my things not to be made, except in certain cases, but…”

Milton Subotsky

Needless to say, Subotsky proceeded without the writer’s input. He commissioned Edward and Valerie Abraham to draft a screenplay using the three King stories. The husband and wife writing team had previously scripted The Monster Club in 1980, Subotsky’s last produced film. Shortly after that film’s release. Subotsky and Max J Rosenberg, the other half of Amicus Productions, became involved in a lengthy, expensive, and less than amicable legal row.

Burdened with court costs, Subotsky sold off some of his King story rights to the De Laurentiis organization. Two stories were eventually used in the Martha Schumacher produced Cat’s Eye. Now. with The Machines script in hand, Subotsky tried to find American financial backing, but to no avail. Again. Schumacher now head of production at De Laurentiis) and Subotsky did some business Schumacher initially purchased all three “mechanical stories for development, but, apparently having convinced King to act as screen writer, ultimately concentrated solely on Trucks.

Subotsky believes King’s claims of never having read the Abrahams’ work, but he has made noises about certain conceptual elements contained in the non. Trucks segments of his commissioned screenplay finding their way into Maximum Overdrive, King’s “Trucks-derived screenplay. Whatever the case. Subotsky received a co-producer’s credit at the end of another De Laurentiis/King film as he had with Cat’s Eye.

When De Laurentiis first acquired the property, he asked King to write the screenplay. King originally declined. De Laurentiis and producer Martha Schumacher approached him again a few weeks later and asked him to at least write a treatment. “I really didn’t want to do it. I didn’t have time to do it,” King recalls, but the thing with Dino is that he’s almost telepathic. He knows when the ideas have started to sink in. I had suggested another writer for the treatment and, frankly, neither one of us liked what he had come up with.

“I had been kicking around some ideas, this idea about the comet and all the machinery going crazy, not just the trucks like in the original story. So, Dino called a week later and asked me one more time to do the screenplay. I immediately said yes, because by then, I had a very clear picture of the plot and found myself wanting to go ahead with the adaptation.” King’s ideas were so clear that he specified more than a thousand shots within the screenplay. De Laurentiis response was to ask him to direct. King decided that, yeah sure, he’d like to direct the picture himself. Admitting to being tired of being asked why the films of his books had for the most part, turned out to be so disappointing, King rationalized that with all these people ruining his material, he might as well as it go himself wanted to do it once because I thought I might be able to do a better job than some of the people who have done.” King stated. He was sure he couldn’t do any worse. Or course, with total control comes total responsibility as well.

So King signed up-another first-time director Dino took a fly on. The writer was to have the rare luxury of learning how to dire by helming his own $10 million picture. Talk about on the job training. The results? Well, it was in focus.

PRODUCTION Filming began July 14 at locations near the De Laurentiis facility in Wilmington, North Carolina. One of the first major FX shots involved a massive collision of cars when a drawbridge lifts on its own. A small scale model was built near an existing bridge and, by angling the camera over the foreground model, an illusion of perspective made the miniature appear in the same location as the existing bridge, complete with tiny wrecks and itty-bitty mangled bodies. At a location 10 miles outside of town at the edge of a highway, the company constructed the Dixie Boy as a facsimile of a working truck stop. It was convincing enough that more than one trucker stopped in. Eventually, the producers were forced to place an announcement in the local papers advising residents that the Dixie Boy was a prop. Of the $10 million allotted for Maximum Overdrive, most was spent on location shooting, the Dixie Boy set, and the hardware-big diesel semi-trailer tractors, vans, front loaders, a bus or two, and assorted other vehicles.

“I argued very hard to get $100,000 for a truck ‘hospital’ fund explains King. “The vehicles were taking such a beating. I never got it, though, and I think it hurt us a little bit in the end. I had to make some compromises there.”

King noted earlier, he blew up a lot of things. He celebrated his birthday on location and part of his present was an explosive surprise. All the crew members wore fangs at the celebration and one FX technician handed King a button near twilight and said, “Press this.” King did so and triggered a massive fireworks display rigged by the crew. The party was one of the few times that King was able to relax. Before principal photography wrapped on October 2, he got an intense “how-to” course in filmmaking.

The bridge destruction scene involved miniatures

“I had to make my share of compromises, but I think that if anything astonished me, it was how much more I could get then I thought I could. I got more from my actors than I thought I could, more from special effects, from film editing, from the camera department, everything. I guess I didn’t realize how good they were.”

The bridge destruction scene involved miniatures

King’s first day’s as director DeLaurentiis visited the North Carolina location and surveyed King’s progress for fifteen minutes before leaving. Later, after that day’s dailies, DeLaurentiis gave King some choice criticisms on the stiff movements of his actors. “At first. I was mad as hell.” King growled. “I’m saying to myself *This guy comes out here for fifteen minutes and he takes this look and he gets back into his air-conditioned Rolls Royce while I continue to soak my jockey shorts in this damn sun.’ But I went back and looked at the dailies and he was right. Those people were stiff and wooden and totally static. Dino came out there and saw it right away.”

But still, there is Dino to contend with. “God knows, the man has made some really awful pictures,” said King. “But’ know, I agreed to do MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE for Dino because win, lose, or draw-and the man can have some pretty outlandish ideas at times-he has never told me a lie. He said he doesn’t lie to people anymore because it isn’t profitable.”

It used to be a truck stop. Now it looks like a war zone. Everything except the Dixie Boy diner is in a state of ruin. A truck that once hauled toilet paper lies exploded in the grey dirt parking lot, the unburned rolls of tissue streaming in the night wind. Burned-out cars litter the area. The constant parade of huge tractor-trailers fills the air with dust as the big rigs circle the diner, waiting for the humans to come out. This truck stop sprung from Hell is the North Carolina set for MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE. But with all the signs of devastation and even with North Carolina State Troopers stationed along the highway on either side of the diner, passing travelers still pull in to the phony gas pumps, looking for a fill-up, a quick cup of coffee, a place to stretch their legs and relieve themselves. A grip hustles across the lot explaining that it’s only a movie, that there’s no gas in the pumps and no coffee or anything else-inside the Dixie Boy.

Some of the people driving in probably know that. They’ve probably heard that Stephen King is making a movie right down the road a piece and think it might be kind of neat to take the family for a closeup look at some genuine moviemaking. They see lots of lights and cables and fabricated destruction while popular author Stephen King holes-up inside the Dixie Boy diner, learning what it’s like to occupy the director’s chair.

After filming was completed King offered a different view. “Now that it’s all over I can say that I can direct actors, but I’m not very good with cars and trucks, Actually, I had a lot more trouble with machines. My thought going into it was that a machine is never going to tell you, “Fuck you, I can’t work today because I’ve got a hangover. ‘What a machine will do is break down on the hottest day of the year. We had old air-start trucks and when they wouldn’t start they had to be aired out and then aired up again with a compressor.

“We had incredible problems trying to get cordless electric knives. Apparently there are very few cordless ones on the market so special effects rigged up three to run on vibrator motors and Emilio hammered two of them to death on takes that were no good.”

Still, directing agrees with King. It’s late, nearly midnight, the crew is grumpy, the dust chokes everything, the night chill has set in, but the director is his usual amiable self, relaxed, joking, but serious about what he’s doing.

King takes it all in stride, openly commenting on his novice status as a director, often joking about the film school teachings to which he has never been exposed. “I was surprised by how little 1 actually knew,” said King. “When we started out I figured I’d sort of ease into this like into cold water. Well, we were shooting truck interiors, really second unit stuff, on Dino’s back lot. Trucks running themselves, gearshifts going up gas pedals going down. And I had this sequence for one of the trucks that went like this: the clutch goes in, the transmission lever goes up, the clutch goes out, the gas pedal goes down.

“We shot it with the driver’s side door open and everything was fine except the transmission lever. It stuck up so high could see the studio through the windshield. I said, ‘that’s okay, we’ll go around and shoot it from the other side. Well, everybody just looked at me the way you’d look at somebody who’s had a loud fart in a room and doesn’t know enough to excuse himself. And nobody said a word!

“When I came down here, everybody was in awe-enfant terrible, or whatever that is. Nobody wanted to say, ‘You screwed up. Finally someone took me aside and said, ‘You can’t do that.’ I said,

“Why?’ He said, ‘It’s across the axis.’ I said, “What?’ He said, ‘It’s the wrong side. He explained that it wouldn’t cut, you’d confuse the audience. We went into my office where there’s a model of the Dixie Boy and some lead figures and he lined everything up and showed it to me the way you’d show a kid. And it wasn’t until we accidentally shot across the axis a few weeks later that I fully understood.

“You learn all that stuff in film school.” King said, “but I’m learning as I go. “Later in the evening King pulls a pack of cigarettes from the rack behind the Dixie Boy’s cash register even as unit publicist Michael Klastorin cautions against disturbing anything for the sake of continuity. “Continuity?” King asks, “what’s that? Something they teach you in film school?

MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE, King, Stephen, 1986

Obviously joking, King has reached the point in the production where he feels confident about his work. Later he would say that were he to direct another film, “I would do a lot of things differently and probably better. I would spend less time in preparation and leave myself a lot more open to innovation.”

Being a first-time director, King spent considerable time preparing for the job. Storyboards were prepared as production aides, but by this night in October he has abandoned them and is relying more on impulse, allowing the film to shape itself in much the same way he allows his novels to develop their own plot details.

“I’ve never used a story outline. That’s not the way I work. We had a guy come in and do some storyboards and they helped because you have a situation where you have to introduce this restaurant and establish it for the audience pretty quickly. The storyboards helped with that. But you should be open to improvisation. I’ve learned that. You reach a point where you feel like you’re not being ridden anymore, you’re riding. That’s how I feel now. I feel like I’m sorta in charge of this thing. Then he laughs.

Surprisingly, King doesn’t see the writer as being the most important element of a movie, “Writing screenplays is work for idiots,” he said without hesitation. And he has no problem accepting the theory that the director is the author” of a film. “Ideally the writer and the director should be in bed together throughout the whole process. But the director is probably the actual author of the film. That’s one of the reasons why I’m here, to see if I can get at whatever it is about my work that makes it a Stephen King story.”

After seven weeks of filming at the Dixie Boy, King is more confident about film directing and his ability to maybe capture that intangible something that makes Stephen King “Stephen King.” He also acted as second unit director-picking up shots that didn’t require the featured actors’ presence. Many of the secondary shots involved the apparently driverless trucks and it soon became a matter of logistics. A difficult staging problem was disguising Glenn Randall’s stunt drivers. One solution was to drape the cabs in black felt and suit up the drivers in Ninja-like costumes to hide them. Special compartments were built in some trucks and one driver was disguised as a seat cushion.

The trucks rev up, ready to chase each other head-to-tail around and around the Dixie Boy for more takes, and somehow I find myself outside, right in the middle of the noise and the dust. I try to get back inside the diner, but filming has begun and Emilio Estevez, is seriously involved in the scene. A crew member charges out the door and announces, “Emilio’s on the edge again.” I’m told I’ll have to stay outside for a while, so I watch the trucks.

They’re the huge rumbling rigs that dwarf your car on the highways and interstates, seemingly oblivious to anything in their path. It’s easy to understand why King, like Richard Matheson before him, is able to find the element of fear in these eighteen wheelers. There’s something disconcerting about these trucks and finally it becomes clear. There are no drivers. The steering wheels, barely visible, are turning themselves. When they grind to a stop, a door on one of the trucks opens and a man dressed all in black drops to the ground and leaves the truck. “It’s so simple,” says special effects technician David Sandlin, “there’s nothing to it.” He opens the door of the empty truck. “Take a look.” The truck’s sleeper cab behind the driver’s seat has been stripped and a seat for the driver has been mounted in place of the bedding. All we do is set everything back, “Sandlin explains. “Nothing’s changed. We just get pick-up points elsewhere. You weld a rod to the stick shift so the gears can be changed from here, cut the steering column and attach a chain for steering. It’s just like any other truck except that the controls are further back.

The drivers wear black clothes and sit behind a sheer black curtain that separates the sleeper from the front of the cab and the result is a truck that convincingly appears to drive itself.

Sandlin has been kept busy blowing up trucks. The toilet paper truck lying ruined in the parking lot was destroyed with mortar shells Sandlin rigged inside the trailer, angled outward in opposite directions.

The other night we blew up a beer truck. We cut out the top of the trailer, took off the doors and replaced them with dummies. We filled the trailer with fifty gallon drums of soapy water and rigged it with primer cord lifters, then fired a modified missile at the truck and it blows everything out, all over the place.”

The Dixie Boy diner has also received Sandlin’s attention. “It looks good, doesn’t it?” he asks, indicating the front of the building that was erected especially for OVERDRIVE. “Last night it was covered with bullet holes. We tore it up pretty good.”

To show the people trapped inside that they mean business, the trucks outside bring in an army truck armed with a high caliber machine gun that opens fire on the diner. “We set about 500 squibs made of a substance called Roma Plastolina and covered them up with duct tape. Out of the 500 only one didn’t go off. That’s a great ratio.

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“We also built a breakaway wall with a sub-floor for a scene where one of the trucks rams the diner. What happens is it breaks through the wall, then drops through the floor boards. But the biggest thing we’ll do is blow this whole thing up.” Sandlin is specifically a pyrotechnician, and he clearly delights in his work.

“We’ll load this place with gasoline, diesel fuel, primer cord, and thermex which is eighty percent dynamite. Now I know where the safe line is. It’s across the highway over there. I’ll show them right where to set up, because that’s where I’m going to be. Some people like to get in closer, but not me. I’ve got the line marked and I’ll be on the other side of it.”

The set was then duplicated in exact miniature by model maker Emilio Ruiz del Río. As the Dixie Boy also house Hendershot’s collection of stolen Army munitions, the film’s 9 minutes of extensive stunts, pyrotechnical work and gore effects culminated in the spectacular destruction of both life-size and miniature sets. The fiery destruction of the Dixie Boy was achieved blowing the full-scale set with thermite and incline mixture, and similarly torching the finely detailed miniature, Though far different in scale, the footage from these two sets cut together seamlessly.

SPECIAL EFFECTS “To be honest with you, Maximum Overdrive is not a makeup effects film,” admits the 28-year-old Gates, a relative movie newcomer. “Basically, I had to deliver the aftermath of what happens when the machines come to life and take out their hatred on the human race. We have several people who get run over by trucks, and other makeups as the machines-chainsaws, electric knives, etc.-go berserk.”

“I was left on my own pretty much,” he explains. “I would try and feel King out on an idea, how he would like to see it. During pre-production, he gave me a feeling of what he wanted, and I would go off and work on it. And, if I pushed for something bigger, he would reconsider it and sometimes go with my idea. He was wide open on almost everything.”

One thing that King certainly pushed for during Maximum Overdrive was more blood. He loved it! That was a concern all along, whether or not we had too much blood. Stephen took great delight in pouring blood on stuff. He even named me Doctor Dean.”

In the film’s original planning it was decided that truck attacks would be acted using actors and stuntmen, augmenting the effect in the editing process. By the time filming was underway plans were changed, and a decision was made to use dummies during the attack sequences, particularly in the case of J.C. Quinn, who plays Duncan, a mechanic at the truck stop.

It was a last minute decision, but fortunately I had already made a cast of J.C. hcad for appliances. Gates made the cast by covering Quinn’s head with dental impression cream backed with plaster bandages. When the cast sets it is removed and filled with microcrystaline wax to make a positive impression of the head. It is on the wax model that the proper facial expression is fashioned. A urethane rubber mold is made from the finished model and then any number of heads can be produced from the rubber mold.

“Originally we didn’t design it for blood and guts so we had to go back and do that. We had to hustle to get it done. It took about a week-and-a-half. We mounted the head on a foam dummy rigged with pipe to give it rigidity. There was some talk of articulating it so the arms would move and all that, but we dropped it. When the shot was done it ended up being shot from behind so all the work we did on the head won’t be seen. But there’s a really good blood bag loaded in that one.”

It was easier for Gates to toss a victim to a runaway steam roller: “On that one we just used a rag dummy loaded with blood bags. It was just for the effect of the blood spewing up.”

The most satisfying work Gates has done for MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE is his work on Christopher Murney who plays Camp Loman, an early victim of the truck attacks. “He gets knocked in a ditch and everybody thinks he’s dead, but he’s still alive. At one point he sits up and a flap of skin falls off to show the skull underneath. We put a plate, a two-piece makeup.just above his eyebrow. The skull was laid over because I needed a tube-fed bladder to pump blood through a hole in the skull.

“I coated the inside of the appliance with a product called ‘Ultraslime.’ When it’s pulled apart it makes strands of goo as an extra effect. Because of the Ultraslime we had to rig a monofilament line, black fishing line actually, in order to get the flap to peel off. It took a couple of takes to get all the moves worked out so the line isn’t seen. Chris delivered his lines to me as I pumped the bladder and he reacted to my expression as all this blood and goo gushes out and it all worked. I don’t think they’ll cut any of it because he has some pretty important lines there.”

Gates enjoys the challenge of big, striking makeup effects, trying to bring a new twist to something that had been done countless times before. But he also has respect for the more commonplace, day to-day duties of the makeup department. “More subtle effects are really more difficult to perfect, because you don’t necessarily want the audience to notice it as an effect. It’s just something that’s there, like the blisters on Emilio’s hands. That can be a great challenge.”

To please both sides, King filmed two different versions of a potentially gory sequence in which a kid riding a bicycle gets run over-and squished-by a driverless steamroller. This one scene, according to Gates, caused the biggest editing room dilemmas. Unlike those Road Runner cartoons, nobody jumps back up after a tar-smoother attack!

“We shot it two ways,” Gates elaborates, with blood and without blood. On the first take, we had a dummy’s head filled with loose chopped foam, so when it popped, what looked like mashed potatoes came out. It was bizarre. We filled the second dummy with lots of blood bags, and when crushed, the blood splashed all over.”

A more subtle shock moment in Maximum Overdrive begins as potential comic relief, but quickly turns tragic. A coach approaches an automatic soda machine that unexpectedly spits out the carbonated cans with rocket-like velocity. One hits him in the chest, then the crotch and stomach, and finally, the uncooperative machine beans him fatally in the head. King wanted Gates to devise a can indented forehead for the coach.

“Originally, I was going to put a sponge soaked in blood on the bottom of a rubber can,” Gates explains, “but then it would just be a bloody splat effect. Finally, I made a rubber bladder and sealed it on the coach’s head with mortician’s wax. Next, I drilled little holes in the bladder. The tube was hidden in his hair. Then, we hit him in the head with the rubber can and pumped blood under pressure through the holes. The blood seems to swell up on his head and gush out.”

Gates adds that the deadly can episode didn’t work the first time. “I had sealed the thing with plastic sealant and closed the holes. So, on the first take where we applied pressure, the blood started to swell up and the bladder got bigger and bigger, but no blood came out. It looked like a baseball expanding out of his head. Suddenly it popped and blood sprayed out like a fountain! King had the take printed so we could laugh it up during dailies.”

Another actor, Christopher Murney. doesn’t fare much better than the coach in Maximum Overdrive following a close encounter with a terror truck. Murney gets knocked through the air and lands in a muddy ditch, presumably dead. Later, the mud-covered fellow rises from his temporary grave, while a sizable portion of his noggin hangs limply, more cerebral FX work for Gates and his crew.

“We put a bladder on his forehead-similar to the one on the coach-that allowed blood to be pumped through a tube and into the bladder. On top of the bladder, we placed an appliance which looked like a large gaping wound with exposed skull and hole bashed into it. A second appliance-the same size of the wound opening-filled it in and resembled a flap of loose skin.

“A piece of black thread was attached to the appliance, so when the guy rears up. I pulled the string and the flap opened up and blood surged through the wound. Murney really enjoyed working with the makeup.” The rest of Gates’ Maximum Overdrive FX workload largely consisted of making up victims after their offscreen attacks: a torn neck from a chainsaw backfire, burned face stuff following video machine frying, a gas station attendant’s crushed-in skull courtesy of a disobedient tow truck, and for the result of a human versus lawnmower fight, Gates simply adlibbed and spread chicken livers and hamburger meat across the loser’s mug. But, his toughest challenge on Maximum Overdrive was ensuring that the dummies didn’t look like dummies when hit by King’s violent vehicles.

“Glenn Randall, our stunt coordinator, told me that any movement which can be put into a dummy makes the illusion work better,” Gates remembers. Most of the time you’re dealing with an actor who runs to the approaching car. then a shot of the coming car, and then you cut to the dummy being hit. Putting movement into the dummy makes it appear less of a static object. The trick is to choreograph the stunt closely with the actor and then set up the dummy to duplicate the motions. One dummy was rigged with a piece of monofilament wire which enabled us to move it back and forth.”

Despite the sometimes tedious FX and stunt set-ups, director King remained patient throughout, according to Gates. “King was always happy during Maximum Overdrive and did everything to make it work. He was really organized and knew each shot he wanted. There wasn’t any indecisiveness.”

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RELEASE/CONCLUSION When originally submitted to the ratings board, King’s MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE got an X-rating for its excessive violence-a verdict that initially angered king because it forced him to make some cuts. “You can’t go X-rated or unrated because you run into (advertising) problems,” he said. “There is, in fact, a huge machine in place that is, in effect, economic censorship.”

Fortunately, the X-rating was only based on three counts of extreme violence, so the cuts, King said, don’t hinder the film much. “We took out one of the scenes where a man sits up and grabs this kid and half of his face slides off (see above). I thought the makeup guy kinda got carried away there. And there was a steamroller scene and a head pop that just makes strong men weak. But that whole thing was an accident, anyway. We got ready to shoot the steamroller going over a dummy of one of the actors, which was really all we were going to do, when I got an idea. I went over to Dean (Gates, the makeup designer) and I said “Gimmie a baggie of blood.’ So he gets it and he says ‘Whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do?’ like a kid–we were both like kids. Then I stuffed the baggie into the dummy’s jacket.

“All I thought would happen was that the steamroller would go over the dummy, pop the bag, then the blood would get on the roller and we could pan as it made this print of blood as it went on. But what you get instead-and it’s all real, none of it is simulated or laid in-you get this grisly pop sound and it looks like the kid’s head explodes and blood splashes everywhere.” King laughed maniacally, delighted with the vision of cascading blood. “I showed the scene to George Romero and he goes ‘Ohhhh and turned his head away! It was great! I said ‘Oh, I can’t believe it! I did it to George!

“But the ratings board made us take out the splash-I got most of it in. The scene shocked people because they had never seen anything like that before. They won’t see it now either. The problem with the ratings system is the curse of expectation; everybody who goes to the movies now knows exactly what they’re not going to see.”

King has gone on record as saying he meant to make a simple “moron movie, nothing more than fast-food entertainment for the drive-in crowd. As Maximum Overdrive was a crash course in the directorial process an undertaking rampant with technical emotional artistic and political quandaries. It is just as well for King that his sights weren’t aimed higher. It might have been better for De Laurentiis, however. Maximum Overdrive opened to hear unanimous critical pans and widespread audience apathy. The picture quickly disappeared from neighborhood screens to reappear in video stores 120 days later.

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King is as hard on himself as any critic when pinpointing why MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE wasn’t a success. “I didn’t do a very good job of directing it,” he said. “I didn’t have a lot of production support from the DeLaurentiis organization which, by that time, was beginning to get on extremely thin ice financially. We probably didn’t have enough time in post-production. I’ll tell you what MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE was for me. It was a crash course in film school. What some guys take six years to learn, I learned in about ten weeks. The result was a picture that was just terrible. But it had some things in it that make me think, ‘Well, I can go back and I can do it right the second time. Now I understand.”

King admitted to scenes he’d like to reshoot, and casting decisions he’d make differently, but he also harbored an admiration for some of his work behind the camera. “There are isolated moments in the film that I think are okay, that I really like to look at,” he said. “Here’s this little kid riding his bike down this deserted street. He’s looking, and whatever happened has already happened. He sees legs sticking out of bushes, he sees a dog with a radio-controlled car in his mouth, a lady who has been strangled by her own hairdryer. That particular sequence is alive for me the way a lot of the movies are just sort of static.”

King pegged some of the fault for his directorial misstep to his fondness for the films of Alfred Hitchcock. “To my mind, he’s still the person who did this field the best,” said King. “And I’m talking about suspense. Because I was new and I’d never done anything like this before, I read a book about Hitchcock, about the way he worked. I read that he had said at some point that actually making the movie was the dullest part of the experience. What he really liked to do was plan everything in advance. He said [shooting] was the dullest part, because once he started there were no surprises. That’s exactly what I wanted! I wanted no surprises whatsoever so I did it that way. I planned out, shot-for-shot, literally angle-for-angle, everything I wanted in the movie. What never crossed my mind until I began to see rough assemblies of the stuff, when it was really too late to back out, was that this was never the way that I work creatively. My idea is to just get in there and just bash away, take the materials that are available and put them together in a hurry and go on.”

SCORE/SOUNDTRACK

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King did get some unexpected allowances. The film has a mid-1980s hard rock soundtrack composed entirely by the group AC/DC, King’s favorite band. AC/DC’s album Who Made Who was released as the Maximum Overdrive soundtrack. It includes the best-selling singles “Who Made Who”, “You Shook Me All Night Long”, and “Hells Bells”.

CAST/CREW Directed Stephen King

Produced Martha Schumacher

Screenplay Stephen King

Based on “Trucks” by Stephen King

Emilio Estevez as Bill Robinson Pat Hingle as Bubba Hendershot Laura Harrington as Brett Graham Yeardley Smith as Connie John Short as Curtis Ellen McElduff as Wanda June Frankie Faison as Handy Leon Rippy as Brad Christopher Murney as Camp Loman C. Quinn as Duncan Keller Holter Graham as Deke Keller Barry Bell as Steve Gayton

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Maximum Overdrive (1986) Retrospective SUMMARY As the Earth crosses the tail of a comet, previously inanimate machines suddenly spring to life; an ATM insults a customer (King in a cameo) and a bascule bridge rises during heavy traffic, causing all vehicles upon the bridge to fall into the river or collide.

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