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burningexeter · 7 months ago

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Here's a fairly solid amount of all the different kinds of media that I think both can fit well in and could share the same universe as one of the greatest animated shows ever made Transformers Prime, along with a fan sequel I have in mind Transformers Skyfire, which you can both read and see below for yourself:

• Jim Henson's Fraggle Rock

• Michele Fazekas & Tara Butters' Reaper (TV Series)

• Robert Kirkman's Outcast (TV Series)

• Jami O'Brien's NOS4A2 (TV Series)

• Michael Dougherty's Trick r Treat & Krampus

• Mark Waters' The Spiderwick Chronicles

• Richard Donner, David Giler, Walter Hill, Joel Silver & Robert Zemeckis' Tales From The Crypt

— The Man Who Was Death

— And All Through The House

— Dig That Cat... He's Real Gone

— Only Sin Deep

— Lover Come Hack To Me

— The Thing From The Grave

— For Cryin' Out Loud

— Four-Sided Triangle

— Judy, You're Not Yourself Today

— Fitting Punishment

— Lower Berth

— Mute Witness To Murder

— Television Terror

— Abra Cadaver

— Top Billing

— Easel Kill Ya

— Deadline

— Yellow

— None But The Lonely Heart

— On A Deadman's Chest

— What's Cookin'

— The New Arrival

— Showdown

— King Of The Road

— Maniac At Large

— Split Personality

— Strung Along

— Death Of Some Salesman

— Forever Ambergris

— People Who Live In Brass Hearses

— Two For The Show

— Well Cooked Hams

— Came The Dawn

— Half-Way Horrible

— Till Death Do We Part

— Only Skin Deep

— The Assassin

— Staired In Horror

— Surprise Party

— You, Murderer

— Fatal Caper

— Escape

— Horror In The Night

— Cold War

— The Kidnapper

— Report From The Grave

and

— Confession

• Dan Angel & Billy Brown's R.L. Stine's The Haunting Hour: The Series

— Every episode of the entire show except Red Eye, Poof De Fromage, Bad Egg, Mrs. Worthington and Lotsa Luck.

• Bede Blake & Robert Butler's Creeped Out

— Trolled

— A Boy Called Red

— Bravery Badge

— Shed No Fear

— The Traveller

— Side Show

— The Many Place

— The Unfortunate Five

— The Takedown

— Tilly Bone

and

— Splinta Claws

• Matthew Robbins' Batteries Not Included

• Bruce Timm, Giancarlo Volpe & Jim Krieg's Green Lantern: The Animated Series

• Dan Mandel & Chris Pearson's Dan Vs.

• Brad Bird's The Incredibles

• Dan Cross & David Hoge's Pair Of Kings

• Steven Spielberg's The Adventures Of Tintin

• Stephen Sommers' The Mummy (1999)

• John Carpenter's Big Trouble In Little China

• Robert Rodriguez's From Dusk Till Dawn

• Jordan Peele's Nope

• Rocksteady "Before Their Fall" Studios' Urban Chaos: Riot Response

• Istvan Zorkoczy's The Secret War (Love, Death & Robots)

• Neil Gaiman & Lenny Henry's Neverwhere (Mini-Series)

• LAIKA's Wildwood & The Night Gardener

• Jeffrey Boam & Carlton Cuse's The Adventures Of Brisco County Jr.

and finally, last but definitely not least —

• David Lowery's Pete's Dragon (2016)

#transformers prime #2010s nostalgia #peter cullen #frank welker #kevin michael richardson #josh keaton #ernie hudson #steve blum #sumalee montano #gina torres #jeffrey combs #SoundCloud

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abarbaricyalp · 1 year ago

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Written for the @sambuckylibrary Summer Bingo! Prompt: Camping/ Mission Fic // Rated G

Just Have To Go Through It

(Going on a bear hunt)

Sam had gone on this mission alone. He had to, he solemnly explained to Bucky a week ago. This was his responsibility. He knew what to do. He needed to do it alone.

Well, not alone. He had a team. Bucky trusted them more than he trusted anyone else, but that didn't keep the worry away. Okay, maybe not worry. Maybe just jealousy and boredom. He had wanted to go on this mission. It had sounded exciting and fun.

Sam had given him a cheap communication device that sent messages back and forth like a silent walkie-talkie. Walkie-texty? It was hardly high level. Almost more like a kid's toy than anything. Still, Bucky kept it on his person at all times.

Mission going successfully so far.

Thing 1 and Thing 2 are out of practice, but helpful enough.

Hey, are there mosses or lichens you can eat? Someone might've just put a stick in their mouth.

Nevermind. Stick and lichen seem unharmed.

Miss you.

At least when you put sticks in your mouth, I know it won't kill you.

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Bucky ached with the force of missing Sam. Which was ridiculous. This wasn't the first time they had been separated on missions. But it was the first time Sam had done his whole regal Captain America pose and told Bucky to stand down.

It didn't help that Sarah was also out of town and everyone else seemed to not need his help. It seemed impossible. There was always something he could lift for someone. But evidently not this week. All he had to do was sit at home and make sure Sam's figgle-diggle-daddle tree didn't die. And stare at his comm device.

Thing 1 and 2 both need to hear your fire safety instruction in the scary voice again.

Actually, you know what, I just heard how he laughed while waving a flaming stick and it was you straight through. You're part of the problem.

Pyromaniac.

Miss you. Wish this thing had smell transmitters so you'd miss it/me too.

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Bucky spent a whole day cleaning the fridge and freezer--seriously Sam, put the raw meat in a sealable bag--and then planted more plants for Sam to keep alive when he got back. It was retribution for leaving him with a fraggle rock tree.

He listened to Sam's records and crooned under his breath in a way that wasn't nearly as endearing as Sam's enthusiastic performances. There was no one to dance with, except the broom.

He considered following Sam into the forest and tracking him down, but he made catfish and rice instead. He turned on the detective show he loved that Sam couldn't stand. (Something about another show that was airing at the same time that had the same concept or something) Which, actually, it was kind of nice to binge several episodes without Sam intentionally distracting him. Then again, Bucky did love to be distracted by Sam.

My back is killing me.

I'm too old for this anymore.

Who knew I'd need you around on a mission just for your magic hands.

Come on, that one should've earned a response. You cannot already be asleep, old man.

Fine, I took this picture tonight. Had to leave my phone sitting on a rock for five full minutes to let the exposure get right. I know you like the stars.

He'd sent a picture of the night sky that just about took Bucky's breath away. The sky was literally like velvet, deep and blue and so real he could almost touch it. And each star was like a pinprick of diamond twinkling down. There were so many of them. A heist of a diamonds.

Bucky saved the picture and then shoved himself off the couch to go stare at the stars from the backyard. If he couldn't watch them with Sam, he'd at least watch them at the same time.

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The snuggle fruit tree dropped three leaves over night and Bucky almost lost his mind.

Finally, something happened in town that required Bucky's help. He got lunch and a new pair of wading pants for his trouble. He pointedly did not wish Sam was around to tell him how he was doing everything wrong. He did kind of wish Sam was around to see him lift and hold the broken end if the pier, but whatever.

And it was almost kind of nice to come home, peel out of his sea water soaked clothes, and fall asleep face down on the couch without anyone bothering him about not taking his boots off. Almost. Because then he woke up and there was sand and salt all over the rug and he had to vacuum for half an hour to clean it.

Last night out here, so of course the drama had to start.

Don't worry, no serious injuries. Nothing that stopped our progress. Just a few scraped knees.

Did you know I apparently don't put bandages on the way you do?

Since when do you have better bedside manner than me?

There's a song to sing?!

Whatever, man. You have to teach it to me or I'm gonna lose all my field medic cred.

See you soon, mi vida.

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Logically, Bucky knew if he slept, the next day would come sooner. Unfortunately, excitement and want were throwing a rager on top of his heart, so he could barely sit still, much less go to sleep.

He baked a welcome home pie and switched out the sheets on the bed and adjusted the preset channels on the radio and baked cookies this time and sewed a bunch of the fruggle fruit leaves together just to practice his stitches. And then it was about midnight.

If it was earlier, he'd go to Sarah's house. At least then he could waste an hour checking all the locks and sweeping for any bugs. Also searching for real bugs. Sarah needed a cat. Maybe Bucky needed a cat. It'd probably be easier to fall asleep with a warm, white noise machine on his chest or in his lap.

Then again, no. Not when the waiting prize was Sam. Nothing could settle that. Any cat that Bucky would like would probably be just as obsessed with Sam anyway, just as jazzed to see him again too.

So he toiled the hours away, concocting increasingly elaborate activities to keep himself busy until the dawn was finally peeking over the horizon and the songbirds had started their daily concert. Who knew when Sam would be back as far as the day went. If the mission had wrapped up smoothly, it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility for him to pull up in the morning. In time for brunch even. If there was anything that would distract him, it could be well into the afternoon. With this team, Sam was easily distractible. He would do anything they asked him to, even if it delayed their return home.

Sarah still wasn't home, so he'd have no reason to stop off over there. He tended to, now that he was around more often. He brought her not-apology gifts. ("I'm not gonna apologize for my job, Sarah. I'm just thanking you for putting up with me, is all.") But that didn't need to happen today, so he should be coming straight home. Bucky sorted out all the food he'd made all night--there was probably enough to keep them fed for a week--and then went to sit out on the porch. Something interesting had to find him on the porch.

Sam did roll up in time for brunch. Maybe a little late for brunch. If Bucky had been capable of sleep at that point, he probably would have dozed off in the warm summer morning. The humidity had, for some reason, dissipated and the shade of the porch kept him cool, even as his skin warmed in the air. But he wasn't dozing, just a little distracted when he heard the gravel crunch under the truck's tires.

Bucky did not spring off of the porch, but even if he had, no one could have seen him. He was almost walking at a normal speed by the time he came to the garden sidewalk that led to the driveway.

"Bucky!" AJ called, practically falling out of the back of the truck as he tried to jump out while his camping bag very much so wanted to stay in.

Bucky swooped him up, unhooking his bag as he went, and hugged him tightly. "Hey, little spy," he greeted. "Did you have fun? Keep your uncle in line?"

AJ nodded vigorously enough to shake his glasses down his nose. He used Bucky's shoulder to push them back up. "Look at what I found in the river!" He squirmed out of Bucky's hold and yanked his bag back from Bucky's hand so he could dig through it.

"No, wait, mine first!" Cass insisted from the bed of the truck, where he'd been tossing out the tent and small grill Sam had insisted they bring. ("That's not camping, Sam. That's a vacation.") He threw his backpack in front of AJ and clambered down to excavate whatever treasure he'd found.

"How was the super secret mission?" Bucky asked. He half offered a hand out to Cass as he jumped out of the bed, but Cass wouldn't have taken it even if he needed it, which he didn't.

"I'd tell you, but I'd have to kill you," he shot back and then grinned proudly. "But this is a debrief, so..."

"Guys, could we do all of this inside?" Sam asked. Bucky's heart just about squeezed right out of his chest at the sound of his voice. "I wanna get a real shower."

Please come around the truck, please come around the truck, please come around the truck.

"We washed off in the river!" AJ explained. "Look what it did to my hair!"

Bucky looked away from the front of the truck to examine AJ's hair. The short, loose twists Sarah had braided his hair in for the summer were completely unraveled. So Bucky's first words to Sam after a week were accidentally, "Sarah is gonna kick your butt."

Sam scoffed and dropped a bunch more bags on the driveway. "She'll just make me redo them. I was always the better braider, anyway."

Cass snorted his objection to this.

Bucky finally looked up and saw Sam, looking relaxed and warm and a little filthy. After a whole night of thinking about hugging him for five minutes straight, he suddenly found himself not moving at all. But it was fine because Sam reached out and tugged Bucky to him, around AJ and Cass, and they fell into each other instantly. It was awkward--there were too many bags beneath their feet and Bucky couldn't get as close as he wanted because what he wanted was to curl up behind Sam's ribs and live there next to his heart and it was much warmer in the sun and Sam really did smell rank, but once his arms were around Sam, Bucky wasn't sure he knew how to make them let go.

"It was four nights!" Cass objected with a groan. Those teen years were no joke. "You've both literally been to war. This isn't similar."

Sam choked on a laugh he was trying to hide and then pressed his face deliberately into Bucky's neck, lifting him off the ground. Cass groaned and stomped off somewhere else.

"You popped my back doing that," Bucky grumbled when his feet were on the ground again.

"Old man," Sam answered back. He brought one hand up to Bucky's cheek, smoothing his thumb over his cheekbone slowly. "I see you didn't burn the house down."

"And the town is right where you left it," Bucky agreed. "Except for one pier, which had nothing to do with me."

Sam laughed for real that time and leaned up to kiss the corner of Bucky's eye. Then, before Bucky could reciprocate, AJ was next to them, holding up a very large rock.

"It's petrified wood!" he explained excitedly. "We talked about it in class last year and I found some!"

"Hey, again, let's take this inside and then we can talk," Sam repeated, grabbing AJ's bag and handing it to him.

AJ gave a weary sigh--preteen years were no joke either--but also grabbed a bag from the deluge Sam emptied out of the truck. They watched him drag it into the house before Bucky hooked his knuckle under Sam's chin.

"Welcome home, angel," he breathed and finally, finally, finally got to kiss Sam again.

#sambucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #captain america #sambucky fanfic #the falcon and the winter soldier #writing #sbsummer2023

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skullrock · 1 year ago

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how would the muppets handle the upside down

pt 2: personally i think they’d send in the fraggles

i was waiting for you to ask.

first they try muppet man. they disguise themselves as martin brenner to try to scare vecna away. but this doesn’t work bc they use gonzo for the face and vecna realizes last-minute that hey… dr brenner’s nose didn’t look like that….

so then they try to dig a hole from a safer part of the upside down to the red sky part of the upside down to catch vecna off guard. maybe they send in beaker for him to psychologically torment/kill as a distraction. but this doesn’t work very well because they’re really loud when they come out of the hole (beaker is ok - muppets can’t die)

maybe when that doesn’t work they call in the fraggles bc they are used to being underground and in weird places. they would try to sing a song about getting along to vecna which might work. either his head would explode or he might actually learn the meaning of family. but let’s just assume it doesn’t work and he banishes them to a shadow realm or something

the big guns is miss piggy. if she can be pulled away from steve for a few seconds i think she could seduce vecna. she could flirt with him while the other muppets climb on top of each other to make a big muppet tower to release max from the big rock he has her tied to. then they could sneak away with her and miss piggy says she will be back looking tres jolie later on. but this might make things worse when she doesn’t come back or he sees kermit and miss piggy embracing. this also may make him seek a personal vendetta against steve which we wouldn’t want.

HOWEVER, let’s say it does work. they’d have to have miss piggy undergo a very intimate wedding with vecna. like in muppets most wanted except that time she didn’t know she was in a ruse. anyway, kermit, fozzie, gonzo, and the gang, including the st team, talk the mind flayer into double crossing vecna. maybe they offer up another sacrifice (it’s beaker again). then, right when vecna and a terrified miss piggy are about to kiss, the mind flayer BURSTS IN with el on his back and hits vecna over the head, stupifying him. now stupid and essentially a muppet, he holds el’s hand as they make they upside down into a rainbow filled wonderland. they use muppet magic to transport back to hawkins and they watch in wander as the town rebuilds itself. miss piggy gives steve a tearful goodbye and the muppets head back to LA while the st gang watches happily and 80s robot, who has grown attached to dustin and stays, plays a tune (im thinking why can’t we be friends by war)

alternate: el uses bunsen and beaker’s insta-grow pils to make herself huge which either scares vecna away or she can just step on him and kill him

#the fraggles are still banished to a shadow realm #han talks

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year ago

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 225

Inside Man/Kill the Moon

“Inside Man”

Plot Description: Sam and Castiel set out on a mission to find a cure for the Mark of Cain, and Crowley’s relationship with Rowena is put to the rest

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died

Goddammit, let Bobby rest!! He earned that

(Cut to 24 hours earlier)

It’s a good thing the brothers know each other like that because Sam wanting to go off to some other city to see a foreign film on their off day is not convincing me as the viewer. How that convinced Dean, I don’t know

If we want to get…….oh. It wasn’t “if we want to get rid of the Mark, we have to get rid of Dean” it’s “it’s we have to get back in cahoots with Metatron”

Crowley, can you KNOCK?!

She looks stunning in purple…the costumers have been so wonderful to me

She’s got herself a lil boy toy…maybe. Or she made up a boy toy to cover up her real motives, which is even funnier

Cas isn’t allowed in heaven?!

🥹Hannah🥹 it does make me sad to see them opposing each other though

How do you break Metatron out of jail……….oh. That’s why they need Bobby, I bet

“You can be damned AND a conscientious worker” man, you don’t HAVE to be though

How does Dean have that many people in his phone? No offense, man

Sam’s :/ yet undeterred face when faced with a billion “No trespassing” and “keep out” signs

I love sasstiel. “And you’re….what ARE you?” “…I’m an angel” “that…no you can’t be” “why not?”

This psychic calling Metatron a creepy hobbit lookin fellow. It honestly made me laugh out loud in the break room

Dean…now you’re just being mean. There’s hustling someone at pool and then there’s taking that kid’s watch that his dad gave him. Yeah he’s an asshole college kid, but damn

There is no rest for Bobby…

She dressed up so nicely to go try to kill Dean, and she’s so unrepentantly evil. Fuck, I love her so much.

Ewwww…the structure of heaven is really…terrible. It’s all sterile hallways with alphabetized rooms where every individual person gets their version of heaven. It’s not what it should be

GIRLIE!!! You literally cut yourself up and blamed Dean to get Crowley to turn on him. And I love how she absolutely cuts Crowley to the core with her words

Omg a revolt of all the Robert and Roberto and Roberta Singers that Bobby broke out of their respective heavens

That was such a funny action movie sequence. Cas jumping into the portal to heaven and sliding through the door

“Dean has given up” “And you idjits haven’t.” “Would you?” “Hell no” Cas and Bobby deserved more screen time together

God, this sit down talk between Dean and Crowley…they ARE friends. They’re somehow still friends

I hate Metatron as much as the next guy (and the next guys have called him a creepy hobbit and a fraggle, so…) but him calling Cas Asstiel will never not be funny

YES, CAS! “You’re gonna be MY punching bag”

I promise I still hate him but he gets so many funny lines. How much time did he spend thinking about

I am…so damn impressed with Sam and Cas’s plan. They just STOLE METATRON’S GRACE AND THEN SAM SHOT HIM IN THE LEG just to get the leverage they need

I want her to burn it all down. I appreciate that Crowley is choosing himself, and it’s great for him…but I want her to go ballistic, just completely of the deep end with rage. I need it like air

I’m not lying when I say that Bobby telling Sam in a letter that he’s a good man, one of the best, and he’s damn proud of him is making me tear up. With all the doubts that Sam’s had that he’s a good person, that he’s not just cursed…

“Kill the Moon”

Plot Description: The Doctor and Clara crash land on the Moon to find a world of horror

This…only takes place 26 years from RIGHT NOW. 2014 was such an optimistic time. Y’all really thought we’d be going to the moon again? I wish I could believe that. PEOPLE? On the MOON?!

Please tell me that the astronaut that was in the cold open with Clara is a future Courtney Woods! (I love that she’s back in the post opening credits scene, so THAT is what I’m holding out hope for)

Oh…not future Courtney…present Courtney is on the moon

“One small thing for a thing. One enormous thing for a thingything” honestly, I’m not mad at her. First girl on the moon and those are her first words on the surface? Love it for her

The shuttle says United States, WHY does everyone still have an accent from across the pond? The TARDIS doesn’t need to translate it. They’re all speaking English

WHY ARE THERE SPIDERWEBS IN THE ABANDONED SHELTER?!?! WHO BROUGHT SPIDERS TO THE MOON????

Nooooooooo. No I don’t like whatever’s living here

THAT IS A HUGE AND GROSS SPIDER. This is also the worst soundscape I’ve ever experienced. It’s the amplified sound of weird skittering and then IT ECHOES BECAUSE WHY NOT

Courtney Woods 2024. I don’t care that she’s not American, in the face of great danger (a giant spider) she was cool calm collected enough to do what needed to be done (all purpose cleaner it to death. Kills 99.9% of all germs. I guess huge spiders count, too)

THAT WAS A MOON GERM?!?! No. I refuse to accept it. Why? I hate it

I also don’t like knowing what the twist is. I know I’ve said it before but so much of the Moffat era is depends on not knowing the twist

Courtney is an ICON. She retches in the TARDIS, which sends her a little off the rails because the Doctor then tells her she’s not special, so Clara tries to get the Doctor to just take that statement back, but that’s not good enough for him, he needs to make the statement untrue, she has to be special now, so he takes her to the FREAKING MOON where she becomes a sort of hero because no one knew how to kill the giant spider looking germs, and the second she’s sent to the TARDIS for her own safety, what does she do? POST PICTURES OF HER TRIP TO TUMBLR

I need to know…ok, the actress playing the astronaut was 47 when this was filmed. If we take that age and make it her character’s age in this episode, that means this character is 47 in 2049. She is 21 today. She was 12 when this episode aired…do not come into my hellsite and tell me “my granny used to post things on tumblr” Your granny MAY very well be here for all I know, but don’t pretend you weren’t, too. YOU ARE NOT THAT FAR IN THE FUTURE. You signed up on your 13th birthday in 2015. I cannot let this go. “Courtney’s posting stuff to tumblr, doesn’t that know where you are?” “I don’t know, I’m not a historian” BITCH. WHAT. STOP THIS BLASPHEMY RIGHT NOW

Oof, now we’ve entered the part of the episode that’s gonna make me mad but not in a fun way.

The optimism that we could have a female president by the time 2049 rolls around…..

You can’t expect someone with an amount of Time Lord DNA to go kill hitler if they were in 1930s Germany?? Really??? Have you forgotten your wife so soon?

So they’re letting Earth democratically vote whether or not to blow up the moon, which is an egg, by whether or not they turn out their lights. Lights out on earth means lights out for the moon. It’s not even a close vote (but I’ve now had the ending spoiled for me and I’m not happy about it)

And then Clara decides on her own that ALL OF EARTH’s decision wasn’t as important as her own feelings on the matter. And to make matters worse, she gets justified in her actions by the narrative because everything worked out anyway no harm done

Is that really what we should be doing though? I’m not saying checking out our own space neighborhood wouldn’t be interesting but every time in this rewatch when they mention some human colony out in space somewhere…like, SHOULD WE BE COLONIZING SPACE THOUGH?! And it’s gonna last FOREVER?!

Wait. Pausing how much this episode makes me mad to say Courtney ACTUALLY becomes president of the United States?!

Ok but honestly, how much DID the Doctor know? Because if he knew that it would all work out and how humanity starts to travel to the stars because of this day and didn’t let them make an INFORMED DECISION, that’s…I can understand why Clara is so upset with him right now. She took the fate of humanity in her own hands and didn’t know how it would shake out, but the Doctor might have and he just fucking vanished. She has every right to be furious with him

She will never look at the moon the same way again

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023 #I get really defensive of the hellsite in this one

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weathermanpolls · 6 months ago

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Caladbolg, "hard lightning" was struck with lightning while being forged, and could reportedly cut through mountains. Probably not real mountains. Probably more like Welsh mountains, (watch The Man Who Went Up a Hill But Came Down a Mountain). Still pretty impressive.

Excalibur, literally "cuts steel". Also had a sheath that prevented you from bleeding out, which would allow Danny to not die in a fight, even if he's completely beaten.

Clarent: The sword in the stone, that marked Arthur as the rightful king. Reminder, this AU is called Wives of the Nascent Ghost King. Let's give it water powers, because of the Lady of the Lake.

Durandal: The sword of Roland, in the Romances about the Knights-Palatine (Paladins) of the court of Charlemagne.

Dyrnwym: "If a well born man drew it himself, it burst into flames it's hilt to it's tip." Perfect for St. Elmo's Fire.

Fraggle Rock (Fragarach): Sword said to whisper and answer, (answer in both senses). Sword of Nuada, first High King. Used to fight against the Fomorians. So, basically pulling the Fey into the story. Humans are alive, Ghosts are dead. The Fey are neither.

Gram / Nothung: Sword of the mist folk, (Nibelungen), given to Sigurd by Odin, (well, thrust into a great tree, and left to someone strong enough to pull it out).

Hauteclere: Another sword of a Paladin of Charlemagne.

Hrunting: Sword used by Beowulf. Noted for it's ability to critically fail. So, a cursed sword. Not a curse that would kill you, or harm you, but would make you fail and have to strive again. Perfect for a half-Ghost.

Joyeuse: The sword of Charlemagne himself. Said to contain the Spear of Longinus in it's pommel.

Vorpal Sword: Sword of head-cutting off. Since Danny's fighting Ghosts, it would be effective, but not deadly. Like Samurai Jack cutting robots in half.

DP rolled a Scythe/Ghost and a European Sword/Divine

#danny phanton #danny fenton #wives of the nascent ghost king #polls

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fragglepond · 6 years ago

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Why is Wembley the only one with the 360 eye rotation . Who gave him this power

#the sideeye... could kill a man #wembley fraggle #fraggle rock

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galushanationalrailways · 2 years ago

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The Fraggle Rock Story Ch. 9

Chapter Nine: Dream Walking

“Welcome back to Noir Natterday on Sidebottom Classic Dreams. In this next film, Red Headed Fraggle, a young fraggle on the run from the law finds love when he least expects it.”

“Oh God,” thought Boober. “Not again.”

“Now you listen to me, Boobie-boy,” said Sidebottom, “Do you want to sleep and have a silly little dream or wake up and face the horrors of the real world?” Boober grunted. “That’s what I thought! Roll the film, Louie!”

For the next hour, Boober was cast all over a great city, running from some policemen who thought he had killed a man. He covered his face in bandages and hid out at a nightclub. One of the singers (played by Wembley, of course,) took pity upon him and hid Boober in his dressing room. Eventually, a strong bond grew between them, one that resulted in romantic love. But Boober felt tortured. The narrow confines of the dressing room caused him to go a little mad, and believe that he had indeed murdered. Each night, when the handsome singer wasn’t there to distract him from his guilt, he would lie in Wembley’s wardrobe, shuddering, reliving the crime scene he had never witnessed in his mind a thousand times.

One day Wembley came into the room looking more bewitching than ever. “Let me take off those bandages,” he said, “I want to see just how handsome you really are.”

“Oh, please don’t do that,” said Boober. “You don’t want to see a murderer’s face, handsome or not.”

“Boober, we’ve been over this a thousand times,” said Wembley. “You were at the department store looking over the new washing machines. You were nowhere near the scene of the crime. They can’t frame you from a lock of red hair. I don’t know who’s put you up to this, or who really killed Marlon, but at least we know you’re innocent.”

“I don’t.”

“Well, I do,” said Wembley, pulling him close and tenderly taking the bandages off. “And anyhow, I’m getting sick of making out with a whole lot of gauze. There--” he said, then paused. “Goodness gracious, you’re even better looking than I thought.”

Well, after a moment like that, what could happen but a long, smoldering kiss? Unfortunately for Boober, who was beginning to realize that this dream was probably unattainable, Sidebottom enjoyed this part a little too much. “Let’s see that again!” he said, and Boober felt the scene rewind.

“Goodness gracious, you’re even better looking than I thought,” said Wembley. The entire kiss was repeated again, Boober made to endure every blissful second.

“Beautiful,” Sidebottom said, “Just beautiful!” He rewound the scene again.

“Now, really, Sidebottom,” said Boober as the scene rewound, “Isn’t this a bit too much?”

“Oh, don’t mind me,” said Sidebottom. “I’m just making up for lost time.”

“But I want to find out who the real murderer was,” said Boober.

“Ok, fine. Just one more time and that’s it, I promise.”

The kiss finally finished. Suddenly, footsteps were heard. “Quick, Boober! Hide in the wardrobe!” said Wembley. Boober did as instructed, and just in time. Red came through the door a second later.

“Oh, Inspector Red!” said Wembley. “I wasn’t inspecting—expecting you!”

“I just dropped in because I—do you mind if I smoke?”

“No, go ahead.”

“Terrible habit, smoking doozer sticks—but I just can’t quit it, you know.”

“It’s really okay,” said Wembley.

“You should smell what my girlfriend smokes—my gracious!” said Red, spotting a hair on the floor. “A red hair, just like mine—heh, heh! Well! Wouldn’t ya know it, we’ve been looking for someone with hair just about this length. You know, the guy who bumped off Marlon.”

“Heh heh heh! Oh, really? Well, you know, a lot of people come through this dressing room, and--”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s just a silly coincidence,” said Red. “Say, are those bandages in your trash can?”

“Uh… Yeah.”

“Well, wouldn’t you know it? The guy we’re looking for was last seen buying a roll of bandages. Probably to cover his face, make people think he was playing Invisible Man like a silly little kid. Well, Wembley, the evidence is stacked against you. I believe the suspect is in this room.”

“But I bought the bandages because I hurt my leg!”

“You weren’t wearing them when you sang tonight. Or last night. Or the night before. You know, I love jazz. Great music. Come here every night, you’re a—fantastic singer.”

“Well, thank you. But he’s not in this room.”

“Ok, ok, he’s not in this room. Fine. Do you mind if I hang up my coat in your wardrobe? It’s damn hot in here.”

“Why do you need to hang your coat up in my wardrobe? You’re just trying to get around a warrant!” Red simpered.

“Ok, you got me,” said Red. “I got a little bit hasty. Don’t have a warrant yet.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I’ll just step out and I’ll have one in an hour or so. At least now I know you’ve been harboring a fugitive in your dresser.” She left.

After about five minutes, Wembley got Boober out of the wardrobe and ran with him down a hallway and out of the nightclub. In front of them was a car made out of a huge cucumber.

“Get in,” said Wembley. “I ain’t abandoning you now, Boober. You’re too cute for that. I’ll see that you get out of this situation alive if it kills me.”

Boober got in the car, but a curious thing happened. Wembley started yelling “Boober! Boober! Wake up!”

“Wake up, Boober!” cried Wembley on the other side of the dream. “Help me!”

#fraggle rock #fraggle rock fanfiction #woober #redkey #gobo #murder tw #smoking tw #it's all just a dream don't worry #enjoy the movie...

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September 17: 3x07 Day of the Dove

I am incredibly discombobulated today—usual weekend nocturnal shenanigans I guess! Anyway it’s somehow midnight. Gonna try to write up these note on the Classic episode The Day of the Dove in as efficient a manner as possible.

Hmm, a planet with wavy pink Fraggle plants. I like it already.

But where is Spock? Very suspicious.

I really appreciate Kirk giving a little speech to set up the overall question/issue for us. (I know he does this all the time with the Captain’s logs but this is out loud and so… more obviously expository.)

Oh no, it’s our old friends…the Klingons.

I will admit that this ONE TIME, the Klingon is being reasonable. Like, it is reasonable to think that Kirk and the Enterprise attacked his ship, given that his hip WAS attacked, and who else would it be?

Three years of peace between the Klingons and the Federation? That is inclusive of the show so all this tension must technically be “peace” and also implies there was something more like a direct war going on, like, right before Kirk got the captaincy.

Zoolander voice: What is this, a colony of the INVISIBLE?

“We have no devil. But we understand the habits of yours.”

No takers? No takers on the torture? No volunteers to be mercilessly tortured by the Klingons?

Star Trek Beyond could have had Kirk and Chekov bond over being brothers! I mean, to other people.

They’ll kill 100 hostages at the first sign of treachery. He does know there are only 400-some people on the ship right? Maybe you should pace yourself, Kang.

Kirk’s so badass he needs MULTIPLE guns trained on him just to use the phone.

Oh-ho secret message to Spock. Which version of the iPhone will be capable of doing THAT?

The Klingons are “suspended in transit” is an awfully nice way of saying they’re just dematerialized atoms in space. Philosophy major and/or Bones nightmare fuel.

How did Kang not see this coming, by the way? Like, he just says “I’m taking your ship now, me and my 6 men versus your 400-some men, and I’ll do this by simply declaring it to be so. Now let’s beam up to your ship, where I’ll be greatly outnumbered, and there are armed security guards all around me.” Guess he’s been reading The Secret!

WIFE AND SCIENCE OFFICER

Aka the most important part of this whole episode.

Kirk’s face is very ?????? You can have both????

It’s legitimately not even important for her to be the science officer tbqh. Like that is so gratuitous. That’s just in there to drive me insane.

"We're prisoners, somehow, after I demanded to come on the ship, assuming they'd just give it to me without any kind of fight. How DID this happen?”

Federation death camps lol—someone’s been watching Fox News.

I do kind of wonder… is this an actual rumor that goes around the Klingon homeworld or is it something that the alien entity put in her head specifically to make her angrier right now? I mean it really could be either.

I also appreciate this episode for being pretty much the only one to actually attempt to give the Klingons a reason for being as they are. The Romulans… maybe aren’t well-described, but they do have a sort of regalness to them, appropriate for being related to Vulcans, and you can kind of imagine that they are the way they are because they’re Vulcans without the intense self-control. Plus they’re literally only in 2 TOS eps and in the second, the Federation are the aggressors. But the Klingons show up a half-dozen times only to be depicted each time as just like Cartoonishly Bad, aggressive, violent, and selfish for basically no reason. And I mean, some people really are!! But TOS has so much nuance in other places, that it always seemed a little disappointing to me that the Klingons are really just like ‘well we’re just bad and we hate everyone and we really like killing I guess.” At least in this ep there’s a little more added to that: that there is poverty on their world, that they feel aggrieved, that they feel unprotected, that taking and conquering is how they look after themselves…

I think that’s later in the episode though.

He’s detaining them in the LOUNGE lol. With their favorite dishes available to them to eat. Absolutely barbarous conditions.

I can’t believe Chekov is hanging in the elevator with the cool kids. Like, one of these things really isn’t like the others.

Kang is officially sure of himself for someone currently imprisoned in the lounge, that most fearsome of Federation death camps.

Hmm, could the glittery light alien have taken over??

You know what, that's a lot of tasks for Johnson to do all by himself: search the whole ship, fix the engines, and free 400 people.

Sulu would love this: everyone gets a sword!!

“Bridge. I gotta show this to Sulu immediately.”

Klingons have maintained a dueling tradition. That’s interesting. Finally some characterization going on.

Spock is really living up to his logical nature today. Everyone else has gone off the emotional deep end and he’s like “have you considered this completely rational explanation that accounts for the actual, observed facts??”

Whoops Chekov is actually an only child. Scratch that previous Beyond headcanon. (Interesting that his dead brother does really resemble Sam though—killed on a research colony??)

Love that Sulu knows that about him though.

Oh, that’s a pretty schematic picture of the Enterprise. I want that on a t-shirt.

Lol the pan out to the armory, now filled with… swords!!

Do ALL of these men have a fetish for swords? Sulu and fencing, Spock displaying swords in his quarters, and Kirk in his San Francisco apartment, and Scotty salivating over this Scottish blade.

“Klingon units.”

Finally Sulu gets his sword! It’s what he deserves.

Love that the shiny light alien also has a fetish for swords.

Oh no, it’s our old adversary, an alien life force.

What is the alien’s purpose? Um, I’m pretty sure its purpose is to start shit.

“An appropriate choice of terms, Captain.” I don’t even remember what this is referring to but I think it’s pretty clear that Spock is enjoying himself during a crisis again.

Bones, being so dramatic. Were there atrocities? He’s talking about the Klingons as if they were literally hacking off limbs—it’s a few stab wounds here and there, chill.

Oooh, time to behave like military men—strong words. (But I thought it wasn’t the military?? @ S**** P****) (This might not even be my best argument, given the context of this episode, but I’m sticking with it.)

This is like a giant game of capture the flag.

AU that’s just about the Enterprise crew playing capture the flag with the Klingons.

Sulu in the background standing guard with his sword

Damn, turning on Spock with the slurs now!!

Spock was absolutely ready to kill him. Like he would 100% have taken him out with a blow to the head. And he’d been doing such a good job of not feeling the alien’s effects so far! Admittedly, that was a strong provocation though.

Honestly, I really like this scene. It’s uncomfortable and tense and you can really see how the alien is bringing out the worst possible influences of their respective races. And I liked how Spock was definitely full on pre-Reform Vulcan for a minute there. It was a more effective portrayal of what that might have looked like than All Our Yesterdays tbqh.

A result of… stress?

Kirk got himself out of it first. He’s so strong. He knows himself so well, he cannot be outsmarted by any alien.

��We’ve been taught to think in terms other than war.”

“The alien brings out the worst of us—patriotic drumbeating…even race hatred.”

He’s so sad; he can’t imagine thinking like that about Spock :(

Sulu in a Jeffries tube! A man of many talents. It’s okay bb, take credit for turning on the lights.

The alien must have been getting bored. The Klingons must have been doing too well, and the playing field needs to be leveled for maximum shit-stirring.

“Let’s find that alien.” That’s how I ALWAYS feel.

Oh, Kang, you’re so close—“What power supports our battle but thwarts our victory.” So, so close to getting it.

ALIEN DETECTED.

Spock takes his sword, of course.

“Jim.” Obligatory Jim moments hit differently when they’re not so obligatory.

“Jim—stop hitting my protégé. And put that sword down.”

Kirk looks so sad, picking Chekov up to carry him bridal style.

Also in addition to ‘race hatred’ I think we need to add ‘rape-y tendances’ to the bad stuff that the alien is inspiring here.

“A brief surge of racial bigotry. Most distasteful.” Spock winning for understatement of the year.

They're assuming the alien is trying to test out their relative powers but I think it just wants entertainment. I mean, doesn’t it look like a naughty little thing?

Mara’s outfit is… little shorts? Interesting. Usually not my style but she makes it work.

Spock doesn’t even look at Johnson as he falls lol. Another one bites the dust.

“It exists on the hate of others.”

What does this remind me of? Oh, the Vast of Night and the whole “aliens made us do every bad thing ever” conspiracy theory. At least this one makes more sense, in part because it is not quite so overwhelmingly broad!

All hostile attitudes must be eliminated, he says, and there's Mara right behind Kirk giving him a death stare lol.

Kang is so obviously posing. Google Earth, always taking pictures.

Only a few minutes before drifting forever in space becomes inevitable? Good thing Kirk works well under pressure.

“Well… do whatever you can, Scotty. You know the drill.” Doesn’t even bother giving real directions anymore. We’ve been in this scenario before.

“So we drift in space, with only hatred and bloodshed aboard.”

And the 392 people below just get to…live in Enterprise prison, I guess.

Star date: Armageddon. So dramatic!

I’m not even making that up; that’s an actual quote. Can you imagine being an Admiral listening to this?

“Stop the war now.” An actual line, really aired on television.

Spock wants to threaten the wife lol. That's the old pre-Reform Vulcan seeping through. Surak who?

Damn, Kang is cold. “Eh, she gets the concept of being killed in battle.” They’re gonna need marriage counseling after this.

“There is another way. Mutual trust and help.” Yes that’s my hero!!

“No one can guarantee the actions of another.” Can’t remember the context of this entirely anymore, but great line.

The entity is loving this—multi-person choreographed sword fight!!

"Those who hate and fight must stop themselves. otherwise it is not stopped.” Another baller line. Spock has a lot of deep thoughts today. And so does Kirk. And Kang.

Kirk tries to reason with the alien. Nice try.

“Shoo. Shoo, alien. Off the ship, go away.”

Omg that last moment—Kang slapping Kirk’s back way too hard, Spock’s completely ridiculous wide-eyed expression when he does, like some sort of combo of amusement and confusion, and then Sulu just passing on by in the background….

Then the alien just yeets itself into space. And that’s the end!

Always feels weird when there’s no wrap up on the bridge.

Also, what are they going to do with the Klingons? They have no ship. They really did come out of this a lot worse than Kirk and co. No ship, huge casualties—and no one to blame even, but the alien.

I feel like the alien messed up a little in killing so many Klingons. Like, it could have accomplished its purpose, angering the Klingons and turning them on Kirk, by attacking the ship a little less violently—you know they’d react to 5 deaths pretty much the same as 400, and then there would be many more people to fight forever and produce that sweet sweet anger!

Maybe the alien’s powers aren’t strong enough to influence 800 people though. Also it wants equal forces and 800 people wouldn’t fit on the Enterprise, one assumes. So it still makes sense.

That was, of course, an excellent episode. 100% agree with is classic status, even though the main things I remembered going in were the wife + science officer bit, and everyone laughing at the end in a really forced, fake way, in order to make the alien go away.

I thought the Klingons were a lot better/more interesting today than usual. First, I think Kang is a better character, or a better actor maybe, than the others; he has a certain way about him that is… more watchable, more sympathetic. And he’s always saying these really dramatic things that make it seem likely he writes patriotic Klingon war poetry in his off time. Also, including his wife made them seem more… not human obviously, but normal. Not just cardboard cut-out villains. And of course the actual lightly specific motivations I earlier mentioned helped too.

Also, the plotting was very good: it built up slowly but surely over time, so at first the alien’s influence wasn’t that obvious, and then it became more so, and then it became horrifically obvious and extreme. And then you had to re-evaluate earlier moments: was that the alien changing facts in their heads, or a real part of the animosity between humans and Klingons? And it wasn’t always clear, which I appreciated. The tension when the people were at their worst wasn’t overdone, like in that moment with Scotty, Spock, and Kirk—or even in Chekov’s assault on Mara, tbh. The various strategies of the different sides were very entertaining too; there was never a dull moment, and they fit in a lot of straight-up actions and twists into 50 minutes.

The possible threat was truly terrifying, also: stuck in a space ship, forever, unable to die, feeling the worst possible emotions all the time, besieged, angered, despairing, fighting a war that can’t be won, being injured and suffering only to recover and fight again, and it never stops… A perfect nightmare mixture of insanity and violence and pain. And the alien, in encouraging hatred and anger, doesn’t discriminate between sides: they turn on each other just as much as on the Klingons, breeding paranoia and infighting. For eternity.

The episode also felt much more strongly anti-war than I remember tbh. Like it was not subtle. Kirk literally says “stop the war” in so many words. He has a part in his speech where he talks about the possibility of other aliens out there, encouraging other wars. And while I do think “maybe the aliens are making us do it” is a cop out explanation, or would be if it were real, the scenario gave the show a lot of room to say, like, pretty ballsy things: to include “patriotic drum beating” along with “race hatred” in a list of corrupting feelings they were experiencing; to show how the same instincts that lead to warring also lead to sexual assault and the aforementioned ‘race hatred;” to reveal the true horror of an endless war by making the participants unkillable and sticking them in a singular space ship in the middle of nowhere; to imply that the combatants of war gain nothing from it, but outside or third-party entities will pull strings of their own design to profit from the conflict as long as possible; even to make an impassioned plea to camera to stop the endlessness of the conflict. Like I can’t even totally unpack this but it is a lot!

Finally, it was also a great Kirk episode, which of course is my most important factor. He’s smart; he’s strong; he’s so sure of himself and his values that he cannot be manipulated to mindless hatred, he represents the values of the Federation, and the show itself; he treats even his enemies with basic respect and humanity; and ultimately, he saves the day.

Okay I was not efficient in writing this up at all! It is very late!!

#the year 2021 #2021: star trek #2021: fandom thoughts #star trek tos

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May, Myself and I -- Year 3, Day 22 : Rainbow

"Take some green from a forest, blue from the sea, find the misty pot of gold, and mix them for a week"

There are a lot of unsolved mysteries in life. The Bermuda Triangle. If UFOs really exist. Yetis. Vampires. Zombies. Werewolves. Why people don't realise just how incredibly big moose actually are.

But I think the biggest mystery in the world that has yet to actually be solved is -- what the buggeirng hell was up with Rainbow? How did anyone think that was a sensible show for kids?

We have Geoffrey -- a guy who plays guitar.

And he is friends with a six-foot tall bear. A BEAR! A creature that is known for being incredibly ferocious and eating people. You have a children's program that is teaching them to make friends with BEARS!!

Then you have a pink hippo that is smaller than the bear. Hippos also tend to be somewhat bad tempered and sometimes eat people, but also tend to charge them down and -- in large numbers -- stampede and kill anything in their path. So what better creature to hang out with a bear and a full grown man with a guitar.

And there are three other grown people -- Rod, Jane and Freddy -- who all seem to live together in some kind of polygamous marriage, which I am pretty sure is still illegal now and so must have been illegal back then. Unless they weren't married and were just having a lot of group sex (which I am not sure was the best message to send to any children watching).

However all this pales in comparison to the biggest question of the entire show -- what the buggering hell was Zippy? I mean -- he (I think he was a he? I admit it has been decades since I watched an episode and I can't remember if Zippy was male or gender neutral. I am pretty sure that Zippy was not a girl, just based on the voice alone, but I am willing to stand corrected. But on a similar topic I can't remember what gender George was either, although I am pretty sure George was a he as well -- which opens up a whole bunch of new questions) was orange, had two hands and a zip for a mouth. a zip that he could close or open.

Was he an alien? Was he a mutated creature? Was he a small child that had had a run in with Bungle before Bungle was domesticated and learned to sing? Did Bungle rip out his mouth and it had to be replaced with a zip? Was he the love-child of George and Bungle? George and Geoffrey?

Okay, I may be putting more thought into this than is strictly necessary, but Rainbow started before I was born and it ran for twenty years. And not once, as far as I know, was it ever explained what kind of weird, mutant creature Zippy was and -- quite honestly -- as a kid who watched Zippy wah wah wah on for a decade or so of my childhood I think that we are entitled to some answers.

And also I think we are entitled to some answers as to why a fully grown man was living with a bear that didn't once try to eat him, a hippo that didn't once try to stampede or eat him, three people who were into group sex and some kind of weird alien.

The people have a right to know.

That aside, I kind of liked some of the children's shows as kids. (Before you think I am wandering into the realm of nostalgia I am not suggesting they are better than children's programs today -- I can't remember the last time I watched a kids' program because not being a kid I tend to not watch programs for kids)

I remember Into The Labyrinth -- as a show goes it was quite progressive for its time. The three main characters were a boy, a girl and a black boy (not something you saw that often). The villain was a strong, independent woman, and the hero was an old man. As combinations go it was pretty unusual. And the show itself taught people a lot about history -- even if it was for very short periods of it.

The Adventure Game was all about puzzle solving, maths, language and so forth. And it was quite a lot of fun.

Fraggle Rock was another puppet show that was a wonder to watch, even if it did get a little bit "after school special" in some parts.

Knightmare was the first program to feature any kind of VR -- very low quality and very basic but still, it was ground breaking at the time.

Press Gang was truly outstanding. Well written, well acted, well directed -- there is very little you can say about it that isn't good.

and, of course, Grange Hill. Even when it was being "after school special" (the arcs with Fay, Zammo, Jeremy and so on) it did it in such in such a slow burn, subtle way that it never smacked you in the face. And most of the time the plots it gave you were pretty basic -- the ones with Danny for example -- so you never really saw them coming.

And a lot of these had good lessons to teach people -- even outside of the "after school special" episodes.

Which compared to a guitar wielding lunatic, living with a bear, a hippo, a trio of sexual maniacs and an alien/mutant child/bear attack survivor is definitely a good thing.

#may myself and i #mmi year 3 #day 22 #rainbow

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@gosalynmallardlockdown tagged me to talk about 10 favs from 10 different fandoms and while I don’t...EXACTLY participate in a whole lotta fandom stuff this is a chance to rant about my babys so guess what mother trucker!!!! Gonna try and pull out a few ‘’Unexpected’’ ones that I don’t usually rant about!!!

Captain Holly (WSD 2018) - Okay so I’m Big Nasty into WSD as most of yall know. I’ve read the book, seen the movie, seen the 90s kids series, and now the 2018 version. And like...it’s HARD to pick a favorite iteration among all of them. Like of course the book is king above all and I love EACH for their own strengths but like...2018 Holly hits different. Seeing them do just THAT much more with his character and really make him POP in some very unexpected ways was refreshing and interesting. I know we all talk about how Blackavar’s death in the movie was out of nowhere and really sad AND IT WAS, but like...Holly dying in front of Hyzenthlay??? After admitting he loves her????? Nah man that hits too different.

Kylo Ren (Star Wars) - Yknow considering how hard they fucked up his character in 8 and 9, and also considering my refusal to acknowledge TROS, he’s kind of a hard one to defend, but....Yeah. Sometimes we just love villains, ladies. TBH tho I think this one comes mostly from how I’ve written a LOT for Ren in the past, especially during Quarantine this year. I kinda...got attached to him through writing for him, if that makes sense??? Like I KNOW he’s kind of weak as far as SW villains go but He’s Still My Boy. But yeah I lvoe Ren pry him from my hands and also in an ideal SW canon he would have been able to do a Battouga end of lecture Alexa play Zero by Imaigne Dragons.

Walter Beckett (Spies in Disguise)- Hey remember when a Funnee movie about a talking Will Smith Pigeon did better than SW and Cats??? Walter is....such a great character. I think he’s my favorite Tom Holland character (This is not a diss on Spiderman, don't read it that way) I love the idea that a character who’s still grieving and healing from his mother’s death was so affected by her being killed in the line of action that it inspires him to invent non violent ways to fight crime is...so sweet. He’s kinda like Varian from TBEA in a sort of ‘’adorable inventor boy’’ niche??? IDK hes my son dont be mean to him.

Rabbit (Winnie the Pooh) - Yall ever seen the New Adventures Of Winnie The Pooh??? Yall ever seen the Find Her Keep Her episode?? I dont think I need to say more. I know not a lot of people like Rabbit because he’s the cranky and slightly mean impatient grouch but like...Find Her Keep Her changed me.

Master Shifu (Kung Fu Panda) - I! Love! Emotionally! Constipated! Old! Men! I love those....hardened by trauma but still loving and kind beneath a strict exterior characters. Show me a character who is perceived as unbreakable, and then show me something can break them, and I WILL love them. Kung Fu Panda as a series is a hidden gem in Dreamworks history and it has a lot of really deep moments in it that really touch me, and seeing the flashback with Tai Lung’s backstory always gets me.

Judge Claude Frollo (HBOND)- Yeah. Yeah. Controversial one in this day and age, huh? Look, I....have a really serious attachment to him. First of all, in an age where every other Disney villain just wanted money or power, his motives were...a welcome and also really fucked up change of pace. I respect that. Secondly...ten years ago this month I met someone so important because we were both a couple of scene girls on Deviantart hyperfixating on him. If anything had changed in him, if he had been just a LITTLE different, or if he hadn’t happened at all...I might not have met them. And I think that terrifies me more than anything. So yeah, REALLY evil guy, but I love him for what he did in my life.

Yondu (GOTG) - ‘’He may have been your father, but he wasn’t your daddy’’ Like...what more do you need??? I love??? Frenemies??? And also Frenemies who are attached to the main character in a familial sense???

Cantus (Fraggle Rock) - I think I’ve seen exactly three episodes of Fraggle Rock in my entire life and one of them was Cantus’s episode but anyway yeah I love him a whole awful lot. He’s just so....chill and wise, he’s got this real ‘Jedi Master’ vibe and there’s always something about the characters voiced by Jim Henson himself. Plus his design is just *Kisses*

Mavis Dracula (Hotel Transylvania) - God..the FIRST HT movie is like...my favorite Halloween movie. What a cool concept. Too back 2 and 3 were fucking awful and now the trilogy is super badly aged. Characters played by Selena Gomez are usually so annoying and schlocky, but like...Mavis has this incredibly strong charm to her, a very vibrant character, honestly.

Rooster (The Secret Life Of Pets 2) Like the sane majority of people, I agree TSLOP was barely strong enough to even warrant a sequel, but of course its a funnee minion movie that make a shit ton of money so It got one anyway. Despite my deep personal hatred for every single Illumination movie OTHER THAN HOP, HOP IS GOD TIER, I’m glad they made TSLOP 2 because Rooster was the greatest thing to happen to the movie. Out of all the three plotlines in the movie, the farm one was the most cohesive and not just a pandering mess. Harrison Ford playing his own fursona was very enjoyable, and made the movie honestly kinda worth seeing.

Uh....I don’t....know ten people so if you see this and wanna do it, consider yourself tagged lmao

#neato after dark #mi amigos

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Father Lost; Chapter 2

Chapter 2 Everything was a mess. He was sitting freely now, nothing attached to him but the I.V. that gave him fluids. He had a mess of papers sprawled across the bed; newspapers, printed articles, and a tablet open to the internet, browsing through Sean’s Facebook to see if he couldn’t make heads or tails of where the boys have gone off to. It wasn’t until he saw a post about the police finding them in Beaver Creek that he began to put the pieces together. So the boys fled the police, walked until they ended up at a little truckstop, the police were called because of theft. When the police arrived, the place was ransacked, the owner saying that he was attacked and robbed. Things went dark after that for about two months before they were spotted in Beaver Creek, police ending up at Claire’s and Stephen’s. They must not have stayed long before being chased out again. Then the news goes dark until there’s an update in the papers that Sean was hospitalized in Sacred Hope Hospital, Daniel missing. He was being contained until he was healthy enough to go on trial. He chewed the skin rough on the side of his thumbnail, the phone to his ear as he listened to it ring. Sean was in the hospital, that meant he was hurt, and Daniel was missing. “Hi Curtis, this is Esteban Diaz, we went to school together back in Seattle.” He spoke once the phone kicked to life, handing him over to the hands of an answering machine. “I’m really sorry to be calling randomly out of the blue, but I have no idea what to do. I need an attorney, and I need a good one, please. I’m currently in the hospital, please call me on my cellphone, 541-323-7738. Please.” He hung up the phone, stomach killing him. On the tablet, he dove further into the news that his oldest was in the hospital, uncovering he wasn’t the only one. A boy named Finn McNamara was also admitted after attempted robbery of a man named Merrill's estate. The man owned a pot farm that the two were working at. He put the tablet down, hands brushing over his face as he tried to imagine it. He wasn’t mad at his boy, he found work that keep him off the radar and he was taking care of Daniel. He wasn’t sure if he had Daniel working the fields or not, -and if so he hoped Sean had enough sense to keep his little brother away from people who would influence him negatively. He would rather Daniel stay away from the stuff all together, but Sean couldn’t do it all on his own. He sat back, knees pulled up, keeping the hospital gown over them. It’s been nearly three days since he woke up, and he was feeling fine enough to leave, but the hospital seemed hell bent on keeping him. If they were going to detain him, then they better do it. Suddenly his phone started ringing. He jumped, had lashing out at the mobile phone. He didn’t look at the number, praying to god the message he sent to Sean earlier made it through finally and this was his baby boy calling him, begging for him to come get him like he used to do in elementary school when he missed them. “Hijo?” He asked, heart pounding in his throat. “Hi daddy.” An adult voice answered back in a chuckle. Esteban let off a labored sigh, crossing his legs. He rested his head in his hand, hands shaking like he was face to face with a gun again. “Curtis,” he breathed, wanting to let the man know he was still there, just trying like hell to cope with the disappointment that his fantasy hadn’t come true. “Hey, I got your message, obviously. What’s up?” He asked. The man on the other end of the phone was a lot more casual than a lawyer normally would be, and if it wasn’t for the past of the two, that would be different. “October 29th, my son Daniel was outside playing, he accidentally got fake blood on the neighbor kid. White boy, real fresa, his father is no better. The kid started some shit, my oldest ended up in a fight, of course the cops got involved.” He explained wanting to go over as much as he could. “Uh oh.” The voice grunted on the other side. “So we looking at hate crime? I can win that no problem.” He added, a light boasting tone to his voice. “No, hijo pushed the kid, knocked the wind out of him, cop pulls a gun on them. I went out to break it up, got shot. I just woke up four days ago.” He explained. “Oh shit,” the man sounded concerned but didn’t push to make any guesses. “What happened to your boys?” “Sean ran. Comes to find out, the boy lived but the cop died. They went to their Grandparents in Beaver Creek but were apprehended and fled again. Last seen, they were working a pot farm in California where they were assaulted, Sean ended up in Sacred Hope Hospital guarded until he gets better then he’s going to juvie, Daniel is missing.” He finished. He was back to chewing the now raw skin on the inside of his thumb, thumbnail short and rigid. He waited for any sort of response, any at all until the man whistled almost sounding defeated. “Well shit, Esteban.” He grunted. “A cop died,” the father groaned, falling back against the pillows. “They fled the law making them look guilty. They were working a pot farm.” “They did nothing wrong!” He boomed. “Of course the hispanic boy is the bad guy! That’s what’s wrong with this fucking country since the fraggle took office!” He defended. “Ssh, sh,” the man laughed. “Sh, honey, baby cakes, I got you.” He teased, trying to calm him down. “I’ve already got a couple ideas. Step one, we find your sons, step two, we stop anything from progressing in court. Step three, find out a way you can repay me because we are definitely going to have to pull out a lot of stops with this one.” Esteban sighed, eyes closed, smile coming to his lips as the relief flooded him. “Got any idea where they might be headed?” “Mexico, I think.” Esteban didn’t open his eyes, feeling a little bit of comfort for the first time in 4 days. “What is with people trying to flee to Mexico?” The man on the other side muttered. “Because I used to live there.” Esteban shot back, reminding him that he wasn’t a born American citizen. “I forgot my princess was a terrible, awful, scary, Mexican thug.” The man on the other side of the phone, Esteban rolling his eyes but he couldn’t help the smile at his lips. Curtis always played jokes like that, calling him princess, or honey or baby cakes. It was just...sort of natural for them. “I own land, it used to belong to my Grandmother.” He replied. “They probably think that that’s going to be the easiest way out.” “He wouldn’t be wrong, if he can get across the border without dying.” The other man was serious now. “Have you tried contacting him? Or his grandparents?” “No,” he admitted. “Well, no to contacting Claire and Stephen, yes to Sean, but he must have ditched the phone, my message bounced back as unavailable.” He hated this, he hated the whole thing. “Ok, where is the best place for you to meet me?” The sound of rustling paper could be heard on the other phone, the faint clicking of a pen preparing to write. “At this hospital.” Esteban replied, looking at the only information he had about the whereabouts of his kids. “Geez baby, you aren’t even gonna meet me halfway?” Curtis scoffed playfully. He hadn’t been called this many pet names since he was with Karen, and it felt odd, but kind of nice? “They won’t let me check out even though I’m fit enough to leave. I think it’s a tactic; keep me here so I won’t interfere with the trial. Bet the racist bastards wished I’d have stayed dead.” He gathered up the papers, putting them in a pile. “Gotcha, I’ll come and break you loose. Send me the address and I’ll leave right away; should be there in a few hours.” The sound of shuffling and setting things away could be heard, and finally that feeling of relief began to outweigh the feeling of worry. “Will do, Curtis. Thank you.” He smiled, voice dropping to something warm and sweet. “Anything for you, babe.” With that, he was gone. The man punched in the address of the hospital, sending it to number who called him, and one to the email incase the number was a landline. Taking a breath, he laid back down against, eyes closed. He could take a small nap while he waited, he was almost positive he’d be there in the morning. Esteban wasn’t a holy man, but as he let the silence of the room fall over him, he prayed; prayed his boys would be found amd praysd they could overcome this nightmare. His boys deserved better, and was willing to devote his entire life to making sure nothing bad ever happened again.

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earth twinks are easy part 2

“Are you a Martian?” For a man as tall as a tree and stinky as a wet dog, his voice had a delicate quality to it, a sensitivity that made Kyoto wanna roll his eyes.

“No.”

A few more steely moments of silence, and then, “Well you certainly aren’t a Mercurian, are you?”

Kyoto slowly fielded another glance his way, squinting at him. “Are you insane? Is that what this is? You escaped somewhere, and found yourself on the roof’s pool, and I’m the poor idiot that had to rescue you? Huh?” He stabbed the number to his floor repeatedly, his glare aimed at the buttons rather than the lion-man.

“...No. I was abandoned.”

“...Uh-huh. Abandoned on the roof of a 20 story building? Real clever.”

The man bent slightly, peering between Kyoto’s hands and at the buttons he was pushing. His strange nose wrinkled, like he’d seen something offensive. After a moment, he said, “...From a ship. More like Exiled. I suppose your pool was the only place that made sense without killing me or finding somewhere more remote.”

“...A ship.”

“If you aren’t Martian… Uranian?”

Kyoto flicked his glare at the man. “What are you? That’s the better question. Abandoned? From where? A fucking circus?”

The man squared his shoulders, as though simultaneously offended and proud. The cloth wrapped around him-- almost like a toga-- was expertly tied and knotted to frame his body in all the right angles. He looked-- Kyoto forced himself to jerk his gaze away.

“Venus.” His voice was soft, accompanied by the most subtle of ear flicks. Kyoto couldn’t help but zero in on them. Long, thin, almost like that of a desert animal. A jack rabbit, if jack rabbit’s had the ears of demented cats. “It isn’t obvious?”

“I don’t know, do all people from Venus look like demented Sylvester costumes?” Kyoto spat. It got the desired effect; those strange ears flicked again, and stayed pulled back a little, confusion blooming across the man’s face.

“We look like this, yes.” The elevator ding burst whatever words were about to come tumbling out of his mouth, and it appeared to frighten him so badly that the hair of his beard and head stood straight up, almost as if he had semi control of it. Thick tufts seemed to almost wave and move on their own accord; for a moment, he looked like he was underwater. It made him gain almost another foot, and paired with his wide yellow eyes, Kyoto couldn’t help but picture him as a frightened housecat.

The doors opened up, leading into the hallway of the apartment building. Kyoto stepped out and waved for the lionman to follow, and after a moment of clear hesitation, he stepped over the division between floor and elevator, his bare feet pushing into the carpeted hallway with far too much weight, as though trying to test it’s corporeality.

“That’s a clever little machine,” he said quietly, turning to watch the elevator close its doors behind them. “Simple, and rather crude, but clever nonetheless.

“It’s an elevator.” Kyoto replied flatly, not yet willing to give in to these man’s delusions. He still wasn’t sure this guy wasn’t just some clown in makeup.

“Yes, I see that.” He shook his head; at least the novelty of the elevator seemingly made him forget about his fright, as his hair had calmed down somewhat, laying closer to his head.

Kyoto continued down the hall until they got to his door, his patience wearing all the thinner as the man seemed to want to stop every few steps to look at the wall, the floor, the ceiling the everything, as though he’d never been in a goddamn hallway before. He paused with his hand on the door, watching him inspect a lightbulb. This was fucking foolish; he didn’t have time for some crazy person.

“So do you have somewhere to go, or what?”

The man jerked in surprise and straightened, flicking his gaze to Kyoto. “N-- No. Not really. I told you. Exiled. This is-- Oh! Yes. What planet is this?”

Kyoto let himself sigh, just a small thing that hopefully, God willing, wouldn’t cause any wrinkles, and wouldn’t make him lose his carefully composed mood. He had to be careful, here. Careful not to get too angry and look like a mess all day. Careful not to just ignore the warning signs of a crazy man. Even if he was telling the truth, that meant-- That meant--

That meant he had an alien in his hallway who had nowhere to go. And that was too much to take in right now.

And if he wasn’t telling the truth, he was probably a danger to himself and others, and, well, Kyoto supposed it was partially on him to keep that from happening. Two karma points in one day.

He plastered on a fake smile that stretched from ear to ear and was probably noticeably fake from a telescope. Maybe even from Venus itself. “Earth. Does that matter?”

The man’s eyes flung wide open, curiosity and understanding washing over his face immediately. An expression that was so disjointed from the sudden wave of utter fear and despair that followed, that Kyoto had a hard time following his little face journey there. “Earth…? That means you’re human.”

“...Uh-huh. And I don’t have time for this, so,” Kyoto opened the door and jabbed his pointer finger inside, “You can wait for me here while I’m at work, so long as you promise not to break anything or leave.”

He leaned over to see into the apartment, his ears high on his head and his expression turning back to curiosity, wonder. “Leave?”

“Yeah. Well. If you’re not just fucking with me, then you’re some kind of E.T, I guess, which means if you leave, someone’s gonna call the cops. And if they call the cops, I’m gonna be getting news coverage on me, which I don’t need right now, and you will… I don’t know, be the U.S Government’s new vivisection pet project.”

That received a blink and then a slow smile. He stepped closer to the door, and then turned to Kyoto, leaned in, and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I appreciate your offer wholeheartedly, then. I’m Kir, of the Evening Star, heir to the Astarte clan. Your hospitality is humbling.”

Kyoto jerked back, his palm flying to his cheek, surprise and anger setting deep into his cheek and manifesting as a blush almost bright enough to match his hair. Clearly, the alien took notice of that, because he looked as though he were going to lean in again and touch him once more. Before he could, Kyoto all but danced into the apartment, and quickened to hide behind the safety of the island in the small kitchen attached to the living room.

The man-- Kir, evidently-- followed behind him, leaving the door open in favor of looking unabashedly open expressioned at Kyoto’s living quarters.

“Close the door. I’m Kyoto.” He said it quickly, too fast, sprouted out from his mouth in the embarrassing way that he’d consciously tried to weed out of his countenance for the past few years. He’d be mortified if he spoke like this in front of his boss, reedy and faster than a hare, self-conscious in a way that spoke of social fear. He’d be ostracized immediately from everyone in the company. He’d never be taken seriously.

Kir closed the door softly with one hand, not looking behind him as he did so. His mouth slowly curled up into a smile, and it looked damn goo-- Again, Kyoto stopped the thought before it could consume him and turn into something he’d rather not confront.

“Here,” Kyoto said after a few moments, forcing his voice to lower, forcing himself to slow down, forcing himself to choke back every strange little tic this alien was bringing back into his life. “You can watch TV while I’m gone.” He left the sanctity of the kitchen island to grab the remote, and turned the station to HBO. It was playing some puppet show. Fraggle Rock or something; like Kyoto knew a damn what kid’s shows were. He was about to change the channel, but Kir’s attention was caught immediately, and he left his ogling of the living room to ogle at the TV, his eyes spinning to open face the program and his eyes wide.

“TV?” He repeated, like he was filing the word away.

“Uh-huh. Sit.” Kyoto lifted a hand and pushed at Kir’s shoulder, and he all but flopped onto the leather couch, his gaze transfixed on the television. Well. Seemed that was taken care of.

Kyoto left the living room, changed into his suit and tie and grabbed his work, and cursed on his way out of the bedroom when he glanced at his watch. He’d be at least ten minutes late at this rate. “I’ll be back by six.” He said hurriedly to the back of Kir’s head. He got no response, other than an irritated ear flick. Figuring that was good enough, Kyoto left the apartment, and with a sigh of finality, closed the door behind himself, hoping beyond hoping that the Idiot from Venus would be content to watch reruns of Fraggle Rock all day and not bother his neighbors or people on the street, or literally anyone at all whatsoever.

He ran a quick set of shaky fingers through his hair and shook his head, then made his way to the elevator. No use in worrying about it all day, when he had a job to do. Kir would be his job after six, and only then.

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