#Oscar doll

[inchidentally]

mclaren app

the way the fan made Oscar taller and put subtle details like eye and eyebrow shape - also Lando’s tiny goatee ;__;

[pinkwishlist]

Oscaar de la Renta Art Nouveau Embroidered Mini Dress

[devilishcupid]

CARBON COPY | Miguel O'Hara

☆ premise: trying to find miles morales in earth-42, he encounters you. or at least, a version of you.

☆ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!alt universe!reader

☆ warnings: across the spiderverse spoilers, pregnant!reader, clueless!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, miguel's pov, some swearing

☆ a/n: oh my god. across the spiderverse is literally a masterpiece. into the spiderverse already is, but the spiderverse team said, "we can do better." they didn't have to, but they did.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Jessica asked through the commlink. "This is risky, even by your standards."

"It doesn't matter. The quicker we find Miles, the quicker we get out of here." Miguel muttered into his earpiece as he walked through the busy streets of Earth-42's New York.

"Yes, but blending in? For all we know, a version of us exists here."

"Which is why you need to stop talking and start looking, Jess." Miguel hissed a little too loud, earning looks from a few passerbys. He winced. Jessica had a point. If a version of them did exist in this universe, it would be best not to bring attention to themselves.

"Miguel!"

And... that was now thrown out of the window. Cursing under his breath, he turned around reluctantly to face the person who called him—only to find that it was you.

His eyes widened, and his lips parted at the sight of you. Never in a million years did he expect to see her again. But here you were, the absolute spitting image of her. Your clothes were exactly the same things she would wear, your hair and makeup done the same way.

Finding different versions of people in different universes was not uncommon. There's literally a society uniting the different universes' own Spider-people, for God's sake. But Miguel didn't expect this. He didn't expect a carbon copy of his dead wife on a universe where Spider-Man did not exist.

He should've said he wasn't Miguel, that you were mistaking him for someone else. Hell, he shouldn't have stopped and turned around in the first place. He didn't know what came over him, but in a second, he had his arms wrapped around your body.

"Miguel, hon, are you okay?" You asked, your voice laced with surprise and concern. You had no clue that the man who was hugging you was not your husband. At least, not your husband in this universe.

Miguel grunted in response, his ability to string words together to form a sentence rendered broken by your presence. He squeezed you tighter. He couldn't believe he was holding you in his arms.

You weren't the same woman he fell in love with. He knows this. But he couldn't help himself. You looked exactly like her. Felt exactly like her. Sounded exactly like her. Shit, you even smelled like her.

"Damn it, Miguel, keep it together! She's not your wife!"

Hearing Jess' voice snapped Miguel out of his stupor. Remembering his mission, why he was there in the first place, he pulled away from you. He didn't want to. He wanted to hold you longer. But he knew that if he did, he wouldn't have been able to stop.

"Honey, what's wrong?" You asked, cupping his face in your hands. God, how he missed feeling the warmth of your palms. "You're acting weird."

"I'm fine, sweetheart." He gave you a small smile, his hands wrapping around yours and his lips pressing a kiss on each of your wrists. "I just missed you, that's all."

You laughed. "What are you talking about? You saw me this morning."

Miguel could only chuckle in an attempt to hide his sadness. What was only hours for you was months for him. "Right. I did."

"Are you sure you're okay, though?" You asked again, eyebrows furrowing and the corners of your lips downturned.

"Don't worry about it, darling. I am."

He wasn't. But you didn't need to know that. You didn't need to know that in another universe, the two of you were married. You didn't need to know that you had a daughter together. You didn't need to know that he loved you and your daughter more than life itself, only for him to lose you both.

"Listen, I have to go. I'm having lunch with a friend. But I'll see you later at Doctor Nguyen's, okay?" You placed your hands on your stomach, a smile forming on your face. "I can't wait to see her again."

Miguel swallowed the lump in his throat before forcing himself to smile. Only now he noticed the bump on your stomach, carrying a different Miguel's Gabriella. "Yeah, me too."

With a kiss goodbye on his cheek, you walked away, blissfully unaware that he was not your Miguel. He watched as you disappeared around the corner, knowing it was the first and last time he was ever going to see you again.

But that didn't matter. He'll find Miles. He'll make sure the canon isn't destroyed. He'll make sure another version of himself wouldn't have to suffer the loss of his family the same way he did. He'll make sure you and your kid were safe.

[oscurl]

I was right when I said we should wrap oscar in plastic bubble wrap but no one wants to listen to me

[lilopiccolo]

can't believe that we got ALL OF THAT and ao3 is down tomorrow...just imagine all the angsty max/charles/lando and the range of carcar fics we could be getting

[arthur-lesters-spinal-cord]

Noel my beloved <3

[mediumsizedapplecore]

the way this photo gave me covid

[cantaloupeww]

🐨🍞🍔

[wisteriagoesvroom]

okaaaay bondi king, papaya sling-bag, hypnotic funky fresh, hip cocked to the side, spf 80, boyfriend who goes to yogilates, brings bug spray when you forgot it, tells you to watch out for the rip tide, bigass bucket hat, 2L water bottle, license with no point deductions, always has spare change for an ice lolly like he’s REAdy let’s gooooo

[chaosinstigator]

oscar don’t do this don’t let yourself be lando-fied

[chocodile]

Xmas gift to @broncoburro and @lsdoiphin of "snout mode" Oscar and Kaitos from their WIP indie game @forevergoldgame! Had to rush to get these guys done when one of the blank collie figures got lost in the mail but somehow I managed to get 'em done anyway. :)

[thehumantrap]

Ryan Gosling in London attending Barbie screenings with Q&A

[kosomolski-dolls]

One of my straight couples, Sergej and Izzy.

The difference in head size pushed me off at first, though I have to say, I've gotten used to it by now. (The head size isn't bothering me that much anymore, it's now mostly the eyes lol but, well, I'm ok with it, I guess. Love these two too much to bother)

[shippingmyworld]

I would burn entire empires to the ground if it made Assan happy.

[ioriofun]

[writing-for-life]

The Annotated Sandman—Random Nuggets #14

The annotations for “Collectors” must be amongst the most plentiful ones—I already trimmed them right down for our community reread, but it’s still a mammoth post, so be warned 🤣

As usual, these are direct quotes from Leslie Klinger’s “The Annotated Sandman, V. 1”, and we’re starting with some script info…

About “Collectors” in context of “The Doll’s House”…

“The current storyline, 'The Doll's House, fogged and blurry though it is thematically (due, I'm afraid, to my own lack of skill and experience, but I'm doing my best), is intended to be about women; about men's attitudes to women [🙄]; about the houses and walls that people build around themselves and each other, for protection, or for imprisonment, or both; and about the tearing down of those walls.

It's also dark fantasy-horror-edged, as DC's marketing department described it, an image I like: the black velvet robes of dark fantasy, edged with jagged razor-blades, rusting, perhaps, but still sharp enough to slice an eyeball, to open a vein...

And we've already shown that Sandman is part of a number of different areas of the fantasy horror theme park: We visited Olde Occult World in #1, Ye Original Inferno in #4; we visited a place in #6 that they didn't have a name for before we went there, but it's not a place l'd want to return to in a hurry, and...

This is going to be worse.

And if it's going to work it has to be worse. In #6 we showed what it was like for the victims. Dr D was 'the Other'. He wasn't to be sympathised with, or understood. In #14 we're going to meet a bunch of human monsters that make Dee look innocent. And we're going—if I can manage it—to make them real human beings. I want to explore human evil—specifically that aspect of human evil we term the serial killer as well as I can from my perspective. Not glorifying it, or romanticising it, but not making it any easier on the reader than it really is.

I suppose this is my equivalent of something like Thomas Harris's (fictional) books Red Dragon and The Silence of the Lambs, or Dr. Elliott Leyton's (nonfictional) study Hunting Humans.”

They’re a musical bunch…

The singer sings a lyric from "Lydia the Tattooed Lady," written by Harold Arlen and Yip Harburg for Groucho Marx in At the Circus (1939). This serial killer undoubtedly sees no irony in singing about body parts that he likely plans to remove from their owner.

Here he sings the chorus from "These Boots Are Made for Walkin'," the signature hit of Nancy Sinatra (daughter of legendary singer Frank Sinatra) recorded in 1966 and written by Lee Hazlewood. Again, the serial killer (who later appears on the "Religion" panel and explains that "God tells me to do it") sees no irony in singing about stomping on victims.

"It's a Small World" is a popular attraction at the various Disney theme parks and features the 1964 song of the same name written by the Sherman Brothers. In the script, Funland's hat is specifically identified in the script [sic] as "Mickey Mouse ears," and the song is closely identified with Disneyland, while the attraction itself presents endless images of doll-like children dancing about— a fantasy made to order for this pedophiliac killer.

DC Connections…

Samuel Morris, a.k.a. Homo familiaris, "The Family Man," a notorious British serial killer, was dispatched by John Constantine in Hellblazer, Issues 23-24, 28-33, and therefore is unable to attend. Constantine obtains his invitation to the Con but leaves it behind on the killer's corpse. [Can I just say that I would have loved the idea of Johanna getting an invitation and giving it a bombastic side-eye? 🤣]

As we will see, this is not the real Bogeyman, The Bogeyman was killed in 1985 by the Swamp Thing, drowned in the Louisiana swamps, in Swamp Thing (Series 2), #44 (Jan. 1986).

Fairy Tales worse than Reality…

Charles Perrault (1628-1703) was a French politician who, in retirement, penned an influential collection of fairy tales, Histoires ou Contes du Temps passé [avec moralités, sorry Leslie] (Moral Tales from the Past), subtitled Les Contes de ma Mère l'Oie [sic, it’s actually l’Oye] Tales of Mother Goose) (1697). Although it contained only eight tales, the work became the basis of countless adaptations. In Perrault's "Little Red Riding Hood," Father Wolf first eats the grandmother and then eats Little Red Riding Hood as well, the moral being not to trust strange males. In the Grimm Brothers version, published in 1812, Little Red Cap is swallowed whole, and when the wolf is caught by a passing hunter, rescued from the wolf's belly. There are various pre-Perrault versions recorded, and Gilbert's follows the pattern of several involving cannibalization, although some end with the girl rescuing herself after she dines on her grandmother's remains.

Tonight’s Entertainment (just in case you need a playlist 🫣)…

The film program is:

Don't Look Now (1974), a disturbing film about a couple in Venice dealing with the recent drowning of their daughter, based on a story by Daphne Du Maurier.

The Collector (1965), based on the novel by John Fowles, about a butterly collector who moves on to capturing a woman.

Manhunter (1986, from Thomas Harris's Red Dragon), the story in which serial killer Hannibal Lecter first appears.

From the Life of the Marionettes (1980), Ingmar Bergman's examination of an ordinary professional man who commits a horrible murder.

In Cold Blood (1967), based on Truman Capote's chilling true-crime book about the brutal murder of a rural family in Kansas.

Compulsion (1959), about the Leopold-Loeb cold-blooded killings in the 1920s, based on Meyer Levin's popular novel of the same name and starring Orson Welles.

Straight on Till Morning (1972), about a shy young woman who unknowingly courts a serial killer.

Carry On Screaming (1966), a sendup of the Hammer horror films, with Jim Dale in a key role.

Night of the Hunter (1955), starring Robert Mitchum as a crazed preacher who marries and murders women.

Real Life Connections…

Canadian Clifford Olson confessed to eleven murders in 1981. In exchange for the promise that his wife receive $10,000 for each of the murders, Olson agreed to show police the locations of the corpses. Desperate family members, seeking closure, agreed to pay his wife $100,000 (Olson gave the police the first location without pay, as a gesture of good faith). Olson remains imprisoned in Vancouver, awaiting parole.

The tortured mind of a serial killer…

NG discusses the reasons for this and the following panels: "I want to begin the speech that's sort of the core of the issue. It's trying to make a serial killer that people can identify with. Not in an “I'm going to do it myself" way, but in a There but for fortune? kind of way. I want to make a serial killer talk about why he's a serial killer, honestly, with self doubt, all that. He's not a driven monster, like so many of the others; he's just another fucked-up human being: and we had to meet the monsters first. But this is really the core scene, around which the whole thing rotates: if we lose this it's all Jasons and Freddies and a thousand un-named splatter monsters. I'm sorry if anyone finds this overly explicit, but I trust you'll all understand what it says and why it's there."

Daniel Goleman, writing in The New York Times in 1991 about notorious serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer, noted that as a teenager, Dahmer was fond of impaling animals and keeping their skeletons. "For forensic psychiatrists, such a fascination with death and cruelty to animals is an almost predictable sign in the lives of people accused of being serial killers.... Murderers like this very often start out by killing and torturing animals as kids, said Robert K. Ressler, who developed profiles of serial killers while an agent with the Federal Bureau of Investigation's behavioral sciences unit." But this is not a 20th-century phenomenon: For the I888 article A Thirst for Blood" (Saturday, 6 October 1888, East London Advertiser), covering the lack the Ripper murders, the anonymous reporter consulted the works of contemporary prominent psychologists for precedents for the murders and recorded that Dr. G. Savage, whose essay “Homicidal Mania,” appeared in the Fortnightly Review for October 1888, “gives a ghastly instance of a child who commenced his career... by pulling off the wings of flies. After a time this amusement paled, and the pleasing child took to baking frogs. He next turned his young intelligence to capturing birds and boring out their eyes. And later on nothing would satisfy him but ill-treating other children.”

The Selfish Giant…

Funland's dream resembles Oscar Wilde's "The Selfish Giant" (1888), a religious parable in which one of the children who play in the giant's garden leads him to paradise. [about that one: interesting choice, Murphy, in more than one way—just sayin’]