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batsforbadones · 2 years ago

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creepypasta headcanons (from a slasher blog? more likely than you think)

I know you all didn’t follow me for Creepypasta content but I didn’t want to make a new account, and I need to get some head canons across. also I picked the tumblerest aesthetic image i could find for each one to really channel that energy.

trying to get a feel for them, be easy plz. I haven’t written for them in years.

Based on the fandom perceptions of the creepypastas rather than real lore.

TW: SUBSTANCE ABUSE/ SA/ ED/ SH JEFF THE KILLER

-Mega Mall Goth ass beat. Listens compulsively to Marilyn Manson. Had a third wave sexuality experience when KILL4ME was released. -Addicted to Heroin because he thinks it makes him sexier. Has extreme delusions of grandeur. Believes he’s a new age god that is meant to be worshipped- Essentially believes he’s some form of reincarnated Aphrodite. In actuality its more like the modern day Narcissus, or Dorian Gray, suffering constantly with a news cast image of himself that he just sees getting uglier and uglier -”They never get my fucking smile right. I swear they’re editing it- They’re like, fucking editing it-” -Severe Body Dysmorphia. He can’t perceive his body. He can barely perceive his face when he’s in the process of healing. It’s all lacquer to him- Iridescent. He doesn't view this as a bad thing, but on the rare occasion he can perceive his body, he’s disgusted, and mutilates it in an attempt to repurpose what he views as simply “an unfavorable medium” -Very into body mods. He views his smile this way- further perfecting a craft. He has piercings and the ink and the works- Most shops don't blind twice about his appearance, often applauding the look. -Contrary to his living legend, Jeff was neve able to fully burn off his lids. He tried, and just ended up nuking his lashes. He does find that lack of hair to be appealing, though, and often keeps the rest of his body, save for his head, in a similar shape. A lot of it struggles to grow hair because of the scar tissue anyways. -Never got the chance to grow out of his edgy, 14, and deep phase. Curses compulsively. With every breathe the word Fuck, Bastard, Cunt, Bitch, or some other new fun word will come spilling out. -Chronically straight. like, obsessively straight. Very into the most typical looking women because ‘metal is a mans topic’ (he literally only knows 4 Metallica songs) and if he very much has that ‘they’re too easy to manipulate’ -He’s always chronically chasing women he can’t have.

EYELESS JACK

-Daddy Kink Haver. Proper dominant, educated man. -I think he’d be older. Not Hannibal. This isn't about Hannibal. Jack is more breakable, pliable. He’s demanding and domineering, and he sneers and snaps his teeth like a dog. He bites in bed. He pulls hair. He’s borderline animalistic when he consumes, and yet surgical and steel when he slices. -He doesn’t prepare meals. He eats it raw. He’d find the flavor- the specialty of the meat to be tainted by spices and herbs. He just needs the meat. -Complex form of OCD. He doesn't need to be clean. He’s not really put together. He’s got a five o’clock shadow, a hoodie that smells like copper, and a bizarre itch in his own kidneys. If he doesn’t remove someone's, he’ll be forced to remove his own- And he only has the left one left. -Tall. Not wide. Lean. He’s got a cock that drags across the ground. Uncircumcised. And he walks with the tilt to prove it. -And he sweats, and groans, and there’s this sense about him that he’s only living off adrenaline and coke. -A severe sadist. The kidney eating has little to nothing to do with this. Those are urges in his organs. The choice to get a medical PHD has everything to do with this, though. Watching people writhing on gurneys when they come in for emergency? Gorgeous. Erection driving. -Also, has a PHD. It’s DOCTOR Eyeless Jack to you. -Goes by Eyeless Jack purely due to a newspaper misprint and a well placed note. He committed an act of enucleation, and instead of the multiple missing kidneys from previous LIVING victims, he’s only known for this? Humans are so weirddddd.

TICCI TOBY

-A lot quieter than he’s made out to be, only really mumbling out things here and there- however, notably, when he’s loud hes l o u d. -The better descriptor of how he behaves would be self harmingly neurotic. Sometimes other harmingly neurotic. Charmingly, neurotic. His neurosis has very little to do with his tourettes. It has everything to do with his mania. He’s always on an upper, and the way he moves proves it. He’s borderline animalistic with his motions. He doesnt walk anywhere, he either bolts or stomps. He finds urges to burn things a little too frequently- -If you both to get close enough without his mask on, you’ll see that he’s actually mumbling--- all the time. It’s almost like a consistent chitter of his teeth. Like a weird, fucked up rattle. -One of his main tics is pulling his jaw scar. It’s a hook motion, and he yanks down and it leaves the area constantly raw. He would prefer to not speak, but then again, he isn’t really given the option. -He tweets like a bird. “WooHoo~” -A consistent problem with his schizo-affective ass is that he’s subjective to equally grandiose delusions when having episodes. Like Jeff, he often finds himself gagging on the kitchen floor, struggling to cope with the fact that he’s disgustingly mortal. Like, Jeff is- bad- Toby’s consciously bad. It’s like the second he became aware of Slenderman being-- real- any form of humanity drained from him. It’s not like he had a disorder to blame it on anymore. A real dude was just-- making him act like this. It wasn’t in his head, what was he to do against an eldritch horror? -lays... incredible pipe. Insane levels of pipe. He’s hypersexual with the audacity to have a thing for anal. He’s awful. awful. He can go for hours- -But its not like he feels anything. He struggles to feel anything emotionally to begin with- and physically, literally. -The act of sex is bizarrely calming to him. Rhythmic. It’s like a hypnotic form of self care for him. He can zone out for hours- It’s not like he becomes aware when he’s rubbed his dick raw- or your internal organs.

#creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #creepypasta smut

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sapphicdib · 3 years ago

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📌✨🎶💎 for the ask thingy???? :D

I’m using 🌲for gravity falls, 🛸 for invader zim, and 🍂 for over the garden wall!

📌 How did you find your hyperfixation?

🌲- my brother and I saw an advertisement for it on Disney channel before it premiered and decided to watch it! It became our “show” kinda and we always tuned into the new episodes when they came out. One of the only times i’ve seen my brother cry is during the finale when it ended in 2016. I only actually fully hyperfixated on it when me and my friend watched it in late 2020.

🛸 - My friend had been fucking begging me to watch invader zim since we met in 2013 and i finally decided to watch it over spring break of 2020…and then the world shut down. Personally i blame the trauma of the start of covid for making this hyperfixation so intense.

🍂 - (Ex) girlfriend was a wirt kinnie and asked me to watch it while we were dating in September. I had already always been planning to watch it, because it was in that kinda “cartoon trifecta” in the 2010s and was closely tied with the gravity falls fandom, but I just never watched it. Oops.

✨ What draws you towards your hyperfixation?

Honestly I have no fucking clue, the only common threads I can feasibly see is “cartoon with a pathetic pre/teenage boy that for whatever reason I kin or relate to”.

🎶 if your hyperfixation has songs/an ost, what is your favorite song from it?

🌲 - Theme song. My friend has like multiple recordings of me stimming during it and it’s mildly embarrassing but whatever

🛸 - The show doesn’t really have an ost but after reading the artbook, jhonen apparently specifically told Kevin Manthei to NOT make the sound design sound like a kid’s show and jesus this man delivered. Half the suspense in dark harvest is JUST from the background music and sound design alone. Also the theme song slaps.

🍂- oh god oh fuck oh god how do i choose. FUCK. Patient is the night? No, Adelaide parade, wirts laugh in it makes me shrivel up into a ball of tears. NO THE BEAST IS OUT THERE. TAVERNKEEPER RIGHTS SHE WAS ROBBED OF A LONGER SONG,,,over the garden wall is also just so pretty and RAHHHH THIS IS SO HARD. ALL OF IT. IDC IM CHOOSING ALL OF IT AND YOU CANT STOP ME

💎 - are there any fun facts or trivia that you would like to share?

🛸 - I know way too much about this fucking show 😭 The artbook provided so much shit AND i’ve been to multiple panels with Rikki/Aaron/Richard/etc so their stories are fucking hilarious. Their pilot episode was shown directly after Dora at a company meeting. Jhonen was edgy as fuck and put red panels over the lights in the room to try and make it look more intimidating but it just made the light pink. The reason Rikki was brought onboard to the team was because Jhonen met him at a comic book convention and only walked up to their table bc him and his wife were goths. They didn’t tell Richard the movie was happening until the last minute because they knew he’d be extremely excited to play Zim again and didn’t want to get his hopes up if the deal fell through. There’s more but this is turning into an essay so imma shut up now.

Ty for the ask tia ily <3

#tia tag #asking for asks #otgw #iz #gravity falls

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Never Satisfied [Chapter 2]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language

Collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“this chick is crazy...and I kinda dig it“

It’s been four days since the incident and he’s all but forgotten about it, removed it from his memory entirely as if girls hide from police in his car on a regular basis.

Today is colder than usual, and his body has been quick to respond to the change, aching around the joints. Some days it’s impossible to move, feeling his clothes and sandpaper and housing spikes as joints. Thankfully, today isn’t that bad, the pain is rather manageable. Which checks out well for him, considering he has to do some cleaning around his apartment. His skin itched at the sight of the mess his living space has become over the last few weeks he hasn’t been bothered to pick up the strewn about items or wash the dishes in the sink.

Standing in his living room, he turns in a circle, taking in the disaster that is surrounding him. His chest tightens, throat closing up due to the overwhelmingness of the work he has ahead of him while all he wants to do is hide in his room, under the blankets of his bed that is for sure not willing to offer him much comfort at the moment, seeing as how it too is a mess.

Forget about that! He isn’t sure if his mind is telling him to forget the task he has at hand or the comfort he has in mind. Either way, he knows what the right thing to do is. It may give him anxiety, but it has to be done.

He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes, taking deep measured breaths and exhaling slowly just like his doctor had instructed him to do, in hopes to ease the tension around his lungs.

Calming down a bit, he finally decides to get on with it, starting with the smallest space he has to clean, hoping accomplishing a small victory would fuel his ambition to move onto the actual rooms with a lesser struggle. So, pulling on his favorite hoodie and a beanie over his black curls, he slips out of the front door and down the stairs of his apartment complex with a trash bag in hand. He may hate cleaning, but he hates messes more, therefore it’s an easy call to make. Easy when putting the two in comparison, a struggle when he actually has to get on with the process of cleaning.

With a deep breath as a final ‘You got this’ before action, he unlocks his car doors and looks around its interior. He starts off with the junk in the front - first tending to the passenger seat where he finds a couple plastic bags and a few water bottles. He keeps the area around the driver’s seat clean as can be, so he skips that side. Unfortunately, now he has to turn to the nightmare that is the backseats.

While it may be tame, compared to most, the three paper bags, five disposable coffee cups that he’d dropped to the floor are more than enough to annoy him. He also makes a frustrating find of a hoodie, a few shirts, a hat, and what appears to be a forgotten CVS bag of medication. Much to his dismay, there’s more: handfuls of old receipts that he is now shoving into the garbage bag he has in hand along with straw wrappers, a few stray cold fries dating back to God-knows-when. He sighs, somewhat relieved to see the backseat is doing a lot better now than it was a couple minutes ago, though it’s not even entirely clean just yet. Something catches his eye though - a choker that was probably covered by one of the clothing items he had found. He picks it up, turning it over in his hand. It’s made of soft leather with a gunmetal ”C” and a pentagram embossed on it. It has a leather braided cord on both ends to tie together and no price tag or brand to indicate its origin. He can’t remember buying this...but then again, retail therapy is a thing and it wouldn’t be the first time he forgot a purchase. He gives it one final once-over before shrugging and pocketing it. After collecting the headphones he’d also dumped in the back and retrieving a pair of boots from the trunk, he locks up his car and heads back into the building, mentally preparing himself for facing the terror of cleaning his apartment.

Returning to his place after tossing the trash in the dumpster along the way, Corpse locks the front door behind him and proceeds to drop the things he’s brought back near the front door.

This defeats the purpose of cleaning up in the first place, Corpse. He scolds himself but that’s what it remains at - just a scold. He slips the hoodie off his torso, but pauses when the leather collar falls to the floor. Tossing the clothing item on a dining room chair behind him, he picks up the choker and, without as much as a second thought, places it around his throat just below his Adam’s apple The metal feels cool against his skin and as he ties the leather cords at the back of his neck the corners of his lips curve upwards just a little.

I probably look stupid. He thinks to himself. Corpse tries not to look much at his own reflection, mostly because it’s a reminder of how little sleep he gets with the dark circles and worn out, exhausted eyes staring back at him whenever he looks. But when he catches a glimpse of himself in his peripheral on his way to piss, he admires his reflection, or more so the way the black leather stands out across his pale skin. He’s gotta admit, it looks pretty cool. Edgy. Very urban. Goth maybe? But he still prefers the chains he’s known to wear over chokers.

After doing his business, he starts heading toward his office with the intention of recording a new story for his channel if he manages to find a decent submission - and also to ignore the cleaning he still had to do eventually - when the sound of someone banging on the door of his neighbor’s apartment makes him jump, thinking the sound was coming from his door instead. Being the nosey bitch he is, he creeps to his door, listening to the muffled and almost completely incomprehensible voices from across the hall. The screaming match taking place is making him rather nervous and anxious and as much as he’d rather hide in his room and pretend he never heard or saw anything, he also doesn’t want the altercation to escalate into anything physical.

“You fucking bailed on me!” An angry female shout dominates over the other voice, a male one, that’s quick to follow the previous example with the tone volume.

“You almost got caught, it's not my fault you screwed up!” It’s the male’s turn to shout, his words intriguing Corpse.

Got caught? Screwed up what?

“Fuck you! You don’t just ditch like that! That’s such a dick move!”

Ditched? If it wasn’t for the ‘getting caught’ part I would’ve thought it was a flopped date?

“I wasn’t about to get arrested for your klepto ass! I’m done with your shit!” The male voice takes the upper hand again, and though the female attempts to speak, she’s promptly cut off by the male, “No! No, I said I’m fucking done! Get the fuck out of my apartment!” A loud bang that sounded remarkably like a chair being flipped over made Corpse jump again with his thoughts once again racing to try and make sense of the situation.

Klepto? So she’s a thief. Great. He rolls his eyes, not that he needed a reminder that he lives in a bad neighborhood, but he sure got it. He inhales slowly, finally deciding to check the aftermath in the hallway. Again, it isn’t his business whatsoever, but he can’t rest easy until he knows there isn’t an injured person outside his door right now. He peeks out the peephole before unlocking the door and sticking his head out to see a long haired individual still standing in front of his neighbor’s door. They have their back turned to him and are getting prepared to start banging on the door once again.

“Little scared-ass bitch! I’ll be back for my shit!” She screams, kicking the door to punctuate her point.

This chick is absolutely nuts. Everything in his gut is telling him to turn around and go back inside but his brain’s less-rational side is convincing him to check on her. He carefully steps into the hallway, swallowing nervously as he reaches out to tap her shoulder. “Are um-...you okay?”

The girl whips around, a furious expression on her face. Corpse makes a pause, his eyes widening at the sight of that familiar face.

Holy shit, I know this girl.

Standing in front of him is the girl who leaped into the backseat of his car only a few days ago.

Shit! What are the odds?

She’s wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a cropped sweatshirt with the quote “Mercury’s in Gatorade or Some Shit” written in bold letters and a solar system around it, with a leather jacket on top.

His mouth dries when he makes a realization...

Oh fuck. She’s way prettier in the natural light instead of that ugly light I saw her in that night.

“Oh hey! Parking lot guy! What are y-...is that my choker?” She interrupts herself, looking closer at the black leather on his pale skin, her brows furrowing. He’d forgotten he was even wearing it to be honest, but she seems to recognize it. “That’s my fucking choker, dude! I’ve been looking everywhere for it!” She reaches up seemingly with the intention of taking it off him, causing his whole body to freeze up.

Finally finding his senses, Corpse takes half a step back, eyes slightly widened, “Woah, hey! Easy there, I’m pretty sure I bought this.” He warns, hands hesitantly held out in front of himself to try and create some distance between them.

She seems not to take the hint at his desire for personal space as she reaches out again, stepping closer. “No, I made it with my own two hands, man! It’s got a C on it for my name - Cora.” She says sharply to the point of anger that honestly frightens him a bit.

He quickly unties the leather straps, removing it from his neck. However, he refuses to give it back so easily as he holds it up out of her reach.

Maybe if it isn’t on me she won’t be all up in his personal space. Yeah, it’s a bit evil, but he didn’t care. Besides, part of him is still mad about the fact she used his car as a hiding spot, shooting his anxiety through the roof in the process.

“I feel like you owe me for those fries you stole last time we saw each other. Make it up to me and I’ll give it back. If it’s even yours, that is...” He says, brows furrowing slightly and eyes narrowing as he takes another step back. “And, you know, for nearly getting me busted by the police for something I wasn’t even a part of.”

Sure, he was talking but her eyes are wandering analyzing him: first the silver chains around his neck that glimmer in the light and his dark hair, strands dangling carelessly as a curtain over his face.

He too finds himself admiring her, memorizing her features better in this light. She has olive skin and sports a little bit of a tan. Stray locks of wavy dark brown hair hang around her ears having come loose from her messy bun. She has earthy brown eyes with flecks of green that he can’t help but stare at, despite their current sharpness. Her right arm is decorated with a few small tattoos: a skull of some sort of animal that appears to be puking flowers; a small cartoon t-rex floating via many colorful balloons and a brain with a spiky spiral in the center of it. She has a single line drawn around her pinky finger on the hand of the other arm and the shadowy silhouette of a forest around her wrist. However, the one thing Corpse could see better than all of that, was she is pissed.

“Gimme my fucking choker back! I paid you for those fries, it’s not my fault you spent them on douchebag lessons!” She snaps, hopping to try and grab his arm.

She is pressed up against him now, a wave of perfume hitting him when she attempts another jump. He holds the choker higher, maybe even subconsciously, just enjoying the warm presence of another body for as long as possible - not that he’d admit that.

Corpse’s brief content comes crashing down as he stumbles backwards when he feels something hard on his hip and her hands grabbing at the front of his shirt.

“Wait-“ He tries to say, but is cut off when a good amount of weight pulls at his jeans. “Oh Fuck!” He rasps out, dropping the choker as he slams onto the floor. In the split second he spared to take a breath, his pants had been yanked down to his knees and his neck was crooked up against his door. He’s now lying on the floor as the girl hovers over him having landed with her hand on top of his head and one leg over his chest while the other is pinning his arm down.

While remaining unmoving under the girl, he takes a moment to let the previous five seconds sink in before replaying them in his mind:

This small woman, Cora she said her name was, had put the boot clad toes of her left foot into the pocket of his baggy jeans to use as a stepping stool. In turn, they were shoved down, effectively pantsing him and tearing the pocket before knocking them both to the floor.

Corpse leans against his door, jeans still around his knees, hair a mess as he watches Cora stand up from where she’d practically tackled him and equip the choker.

“Serves you right.” She sticks her tongue out, tying the piece of jewelry behind her neck. “Now get up before someone calls the cops, we both know what happens then.” She rolls her eyes and bends down, offering her hands to help him up after he situated his trousers.

“Ah-um...I-...” anxiety started reigning in his chest and head as he realized everything that had happened. He takes both her hands and she uses all her weight to pull him up. Her pull was so strong that when he stood up, he had to hold her tight to keep her from falling back. He stabilizes her, maybe a little too hard because her chest collides with his. He apologizes under his breath, releasing her hands quickly. “Don’t people buy dinner first before yanking off their pants?” He snorts, trying to make light of the situation and crossing his arms over his chest. “But then again, you stole my dinner.”

“Are you insinuating I should take off my pants?” She asks with a smirk.

Corpse nearly chokes on his own inhale, eyes wide as he quickly looks away.

Oh my god is she serious? “N-no!” He says, perhaps too quickly. Too loudly. His cheeks turned dark pink as he gapes at her for a moment before furrowing his brows again. He hunches his shoulders a little, doing his best to avoid those sharp hazel eyes.

She’s pretty. Way too pretty for him and now she has him all flustered. This girl has way too much power over the agoraphobic anxiety bundle that is Corpse.

“Oh so you’re insinuating that I should buy you dinner since I took off your pants?” She prompts, eyes narrowing with a delighted little smirk on her face. She has to be enjoying watching him squirm in embarrassment, otherwise, why would she keep asking questions like that? Of course she does. She is like every other girl in his life.

“I’m..-just...Forget it.” He mumbles, shrinking back away from her as he turns to go back inside the safety of his apartment.

She’s probably making fun of me. Great, as if I didn’t have enough self-esteem issues already.

Before he could get inside, a hand grabs his shirt at the small of his back. “Hey, I’m just fucking with you, dude.” She says, giving the shirt’s fabric a tug.

He turns and looks at her with wary eyes, wondering if she was trying to goad him into falling for her taunting again. But the ice in her gaze has melted and she gives him a crooked smile. “Lemme buy you dinner to pay you back. It’s the least I can do after you helped keep my ass out of jail.” She releases his shirt after a brief moment of reluctance and then offers her hand to him for a handshake. “Oh, I should introduce myself, officially this time. I’m Cora.”

Corpse looks at her hand and carefully takes it. She has small hands and his long fingers practically engulfed hers as he shakes it lightly. He gives her his name in return and she smiles that light filled, beaming smile he remembers from the car.

“Nice to, um- meet you, I guess.” He finds himself staring at her, unknowingly still holding her hand in his until she looks up and grins a little wider.

“This seems like a roundabout way to hold my hand, bro. You could have just asked,you know.” She teases, but this time it felt okay, his embarrassment having faded slightly, but he still hurries to look away and release his hold on her.

Corpse murmurs a quick apology, but before he could stick his hand back into the ripped pocket of his jeans, she takes hold of it again, tugging him forward. “Come on, lock your door. I’ll buy you something to eat. You drive though.” She lets go of his hand after a moment and, much to his surprise, he catches himself missing the warmth that it provided him while it was there. Turning, he ducked into his apartment to grab his hoodie and keys, feeling suddenly thankful he’d cleaned his car out.

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palbabor-writes · 4 years ago

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what kinda student do you think tomura was in high school? how do you think he’d behave, like what would you think he’d be like?

Good morning, lovelies ☀️

Oooh! I like this, excellent, excellent question.

Let’s see:

First, I do feel that it’s important to split Shigaraki into Tenko and Tomura. Depending on which timeline we’re transversing, you’re going to see a vastly different kiddo.

On that note, let’s start with Tenko!

Look at that little guy, he is pure and precious and I love him. However, Tenko is already having issues suppressing his mounting quirk awakening and he is deeply repressed and smothered at home.

Now, if his quirk manifestation had occurred less, uh, tragically. I feel that it would be another thing his family (see: FATHER) would want to hide.

That seems to be that guys MO, tbh. Dislike something? Well, better bury that so deep you gotta take it out on your kids. (SORRY. This is not what the ask is about but the Shimura household has me: 😡🤬😤)

If Tenko made it out of his manifestation and his family hadn’t died & continued on their original, er, best?timeline, I think we would see a kid who is either: timid and skittish, OR bitter and sneakily hostile. I like the second, personally.

Even when Tenko was a kid, he pushed at the rules. He knows he’s not supposed to play hero, yet what does he do? He invites the stragglers over and they fucking play hero, damn his dad’s expectations.

I can see him growing into a quiet, but rebellious teen. He might push at the boundaries just to see what kind of reaction he can get from the authority figures that surround him. He would have a small, but close knit circle of friends.

This clique is either: the outcasts, or a hodgepodge of gathered students. Think something like, mm, a collection. That one goth kid, who’s not quite edgy enough? They hang with Tenko. That jock who’s a freaking ace a math? She’s eating lunch at Tenko’s table and the two of them are going to swap formulaic strategies.

That’s the other thing about Tenko: kid is smart, smart, smart. So smart, he’s bored 😑 The material and rigor of work just isn’t cutting it half the time.

With that extra time he’s going to be reading, watching the news, or consuming blogs and channels. There’s a lot of things that bother him about this society of theirs & his dad is right about one thing: Heroes spend all this time, all this energy into helping strangers. Meanwhile, their families are left to pick up the pieces. It’s not sustainable and it’s not right.

Oh? Were you thinking I’d make Tenko a hero junkie? Nah. That’s his sister’s territory. He’ll talk about hero stuff with her, but it’s always edged with some biting criticism. Tenko is more of a pessimist, he’ll leave that optimistic, heroic, bullshit to Hana.

Long story, short: Tenko is the quiet rebel. Teachers know he’s likely behind some of the alternative student newspapers (they’ve been banned, over and over, for their anti government, anti hero, and anti surveillance state content) but Tenko is too smooth, too careful. He’s got that dark hair, big, innocent eyes and he know’s he’s a handsome guy.

You sure it’s him, miss? His father is an upstanding businessman, he would never, ever want to jeopardize THAT.

Now, to Tomura:

Uh, The school would be closed because, oh no, he killed that guy in a fit frustration and rage.

Honestly? While I hate, hate how Tomura was raised, isolated and manipulated, the one thing AFO did that likely helped Tomura, was not sending him to a school.

We’ve had some scenes of how school life is. Well, at least middle school life (I’d argue that UA and other hero schools are strict outliers). Kids are mean and kids can be so, so cruel. Combine that with Tomura’s early, instability and repressed memories? Yeah, that’s a big, bad combo.

I can see the school trying to curb him at first. But, that’s not a long term solution. Besides, his Sensei is telling him to do what he wants, to act on those urges.

Yeah, he’s in and out of suspension and shuttled from class to class. They try small groups, they try individualized instruction, they put him in whatever Japan’s version of Special Education is. In general, he’s the leftover, the kid who’s beyond help. They’ve given up, but legally, they can’t just stamp: OH WELL on his head and call it a day.

Now, AFO is loaded, I guess 🤔 I actually don’t know, but he is hundreds of years old & has access to insane resources, so yeah, he’s rich. ANYWAY. Even if Tomura is expelled, AFO has got the clout and pull to get him into another school, or another program.

So, what’s Tomura like to others? I’d say he keeps away from most. He sees himself as a monster, something that can only destroy and wreck. He’s younger then he is in the manga and anime, so his insecurities and doubts drift into the front of his mind, pulling at him.

That being said, he does have a few friends. Most, like him, are abandoned, lost causes. They stick together and like to intimidate and hound the administration. Oh shit. They’re all huddled over there. They’re not causing in trouble right now...but all it takes is one careless turn of the head.

Tomura and his group listen to no one, especially not teachers, or kids who fit in, and are seen as normal. His rage is close to bursting most days, but AFO pushes him to keep manipulating and jabbing at others. He needs to learn how to lead and to do that he needs followers. AFO is not thrilled with Tomura’s choices, but he wants him to learn from his mistakes. He can always try again.

Being in school just hastens his indoctrination. He can see first hand how kids with strange quirks are discriminated against, pushed into becoming outliers, possible villains. This whole society is disgusting and it needs to be eradicated, preferably before his next science class. There’s a pop quiz and he hates those.

This was fun! Thanks for the ask, nonnie!

#tomura shigiraki #shiragaki tomura #shimura tenko #tenko shimura #asks #answered asks #ken muses #high school #high school shenanigans #what if #honestly it’s a miracle his kill count isn’t higher #god can you imagine

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Vampiro x Fem Reader- "Vampire Weekend"

During the late 90's, when the World Wrestling Federation was becoming increasingly more violent, edgier, bloodier, less kid friendly, more hypersexualized, boundary pushing and even added some shock value and ECW was a wrestling company known for its edginess, violence, blood, sexual content and boundary pushing, WCW was a wrestling company that worked as a kid friendly alternative to the WWF's Attitude era and ECW.

In the late 90's, if a wrestler guest starred on a Nickelodeon show, it had to be a WCW wrestler because of how violent, inappropriate and sexual the WWF had become, and Nickelodeon's the 1st kid's network and most famous television channel aimed at kids.

However, WCW becoming family friendly changed by the end of 1999, when Vince Russo, one of the writers for the Attitude era and some could say was the one who started that era, left the World Wrestling Federation and jumped ship to WCW.

While Vince wrote for WCW, he added sexual content--once including a match involving Kevin Nash and Scott Hall with 3 female porn stars, blood, more violence, women wrestling in bikinis in inflatable kiddie pools and edgier content.

WCW in the year 2000 was basically a Great Value brand Attitude era---recreating things from the Attitude era word for word---and the year 2000 is remembered as being the worst year WCW ever had.

In the year 2000, the last year before WCW went out of business, a wrestler named Vampiro---a white Canadian luchador wrestler, and I'm not making this up--was a popular alumni in WCW who had a feud with arguably WCW's most iconic and famous star (and arguably the face of the company), Sting.

Vampiro also played, well, a goth-y vampire.

During the year 2000, when Vampiro was at the height of his wrestling popularity, there was a moment on WCW where you and Vampiro were literally close to each other.

Vampiro was leaning his body onto yours, his face buried in your neck while you arched your head back, and Vampiro had his arms wrapped around you while his fangs were sunken into your flesh.

As he drank from your neck, fake blood (that was really just strawberry syrup) poured out of your neck from the wounds created by Vampiro's teeth.

Your eyes were closed and your moans were breathy and orgasmic, one of your hands lifted and placed behind his head, your fingers buried and running through his rough, dry dreadlocks.

Vampiro lolled his tongue out of his mouth and licked up the fake blood that was running down your neck, his tongue cleaning up the blood that left a smear on your neck when he licked it.

The camera was filming Vampiro sucking on your neck and licking the "blood" leaking out of the bite marks, filming Vampiro's left side of his face while he sucked and licked your neck.

You also have nipples and a clitoris perfect to suck on, however...

Vampiro grabbed onto the sides of your black pleather shorts, where he pulled your shorts all the way down to your thighs.

You didn't wear any underwear under those shorts.

You could've just worn a swishy, cheerleader type skirt, that would make it easier for him to lift your skirt up and eat you out.

The audience saw Vampiro pulling your shorts down, which made their eyes widen.

Since Vampiro plays a vampire, and vampires drink blood, and since he's pulling your shorts down, does that mean?

He then sunk himself down your body, his body blocking out your vulva from being shown on television, he crouched down on the floor until his face and head were in between your thighs.

He buried his face into your twat and in between your legs, where it was implied on television that he was eating your pussy out and licking it.

The back of his head was blocking and censoring your vagina, and while Vampiro looked like he was eating your pussy out, your head was still leaned and arched back, your eyes were shut and your mouth was open, you released some gaspy moans and ordered him to eat you out.

Your fingers were still running and buried through his rough black dreadlocks.

You moaned, mumbled and bit your bottom lip as Vampiro pretended to eat your pussy.

Your fingers even grabbed onto the back of his head as well.

Since you're a woman and women get their menstrual cycle, where blood pours out of their pussy holes, and Vampiro plays a vampire and vampires suck blood...

Yep, he's basically eating you out while you're on your period.

Although, you weren't really on your period during this moment, it's just implied.

As Vampiro looked like he was eating you out, he really managed to try to look like he's eating your pussy out despite the camera not zooming in on his tongue licking up your twat.

Plus, since vampires suck (blood, that is), he also looked like he was sucking on your clitoris as well.

The audience is completely speechless, many of them have a completely confused boner.

Even though seeing a chick getting her twat eaten out is hot, eating a chick out while she's on her period?

That's disgusting.

Some people in the audience are getting that he's eating you out while you're on your period, others are probably thinking, "Well, maybe not!".

Some males in the audience are completely grossed out and their boners are even deflating because of this, they're making wretched gagging noises while watching this.

Some are probably getting up to go to the bathroom, and I bet some people watching this on television are turning the TV off or flipping the channel at this moment.

Vampiro moans and murmurs "mmmmmmmm" while he pretends to eat your twat out.

The camera zoomed in on Vampiro's head, where at the end of this segment, he turned his head around (although not like the girl in "The Exorcist") and looked at the camera, his head managing to censor and block your vulva from being filmed on TV, and blood was smeared on his lips and chin, blood dripping down his chin and below his mouth.

Although, it wasn't really blood, it was strawberry syrup.

He grinned while showing his teeth, his teeth smeared in blood, and he lolled his tongue out to show it covered in blood.

Yep, this moment implies he was eating you out while you were on your period!

Though, some could think that blood on his mouth and dripping down his chin was the "blood" that ran down your neck.

Vampiro eating you out on your period screams "Vince Russo WCW" all over it.

Blood, sex, lowest common denominator, grossout, shock value, and "edginess".

Plus, in folklore, vampires don't eat chicks out when they have their period!

This moment seems more like something Christian and Edge when they were the Brood (a trio of vampires) would do, where they eat some chick's pussy out while she's on her period because they're vampires, and vampires drink blood.

And...the Brood were a part of the Attitude era, an era infamous for its sexual content, blood and shock value.

#vampiro #wcw #2000 #2000s #00s #birthday #happy birthday

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theomnilegent · 6 years ago

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2019 Upcoming LGBTQA Fiction I’m Excited For!

A new year, a new top nine for women-lead LGBT fiction I’m looking forward to reading! There are, of course, a great many more books than the nine I’ve chosen this time ‘round - I think I will eventually make a part two to this post. I am so, so happy to see that this year we have even more diversity, even more stories about characters from all walks of life, from different parts of the LGBTQA umbrella, and even more LGBT novels. I remember a time where it’d be hard to find more than two YA novels with LGBT themes published in a single year - and now we have so many amazing works coming out!

The themes for 2019 seem to be gay witches, space gays, and explorations of mental illness in the LGBT community. I am so excited to read stories about girls and magic! I am more excited to read stories about girls and love! And I am definitely excited to see multiple books seriously addressing the issues of mental illness in young lesbian and bisexual women - it is a serious topic that has often been glossed over in the past, and to see multiple works that want to tackle these issues, and the issues of toxic relationships, in a healthy way is refreshing.

Below you’ll find titles, summaries, and goodreads links.

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me by Mariko Tamaki Laura Dean, the most popular girl in high school, was Frederica Riley's dream girl: charming, confident, and SO cute. There's just one problem: Laura Dean is maybe not the greatest girlfriend. Reeling from her latest break up, Freddy's best friend, Doodle, introduces her to the Seek-Her, a mysterious medium, who leaves Freddy some cryptic parting words: break up with her. But Laura Dean keeps coming back, and as their relationship spirals further out of her control, Freddy has to wonder if it's really Laura Dean that's the problem. Maybe it's Freddy, who is rapidly losing her friends, including Doodle, who needs her now more than ever. Fortunately for Freddy, there are new friends, and the insight of advice columnists like Anna Vice to help her through being a teenager in love.

Starworld by Audrey Coulthurst & Paula Garner Sam Jones and Zoe Miller have one thing in common: they both want an escape from reality. Loner Sam flies under the radar at school and walks on eggshells at home to manage her mom’s obsessive-compulsive disorder, wondering how she can ever leave to pursue her dream of studying aerospace engineering. Popular, people-pleasing Zoe puts up walls so no one can see her true self: the girl who was abandoned as an infant, whose adoptive mother has cancer, and whose disabled brother is being sent away to live in a facility. When an unexpected encounter results in the girls’ exchanging phone numbers, they forge a connection through text messages that expands into a private universe they call Starworld. In Starworld, they find hilarious adventures, kindness and understanding, and the magic of being seen for who they really are. But when Sam’s feelings for Zoe turn into something more, will the universe they’ve built survive the inevitable explosion?

The Lost Coast by Amy Rose Capetta Danny didn't know what she was looking for when she and her mother spread out a map of the United States and Danny put her finger down on Tempest, California. What she finds are the Grays: a group of friends who throw around terms like queer and witch like they're ordinary and everyday, though they feel like an earthquake to Danny. But Danny didn't just find the Grays. They cast a spell that calls her halfway across the country, because she has something they need: she can bring back Imogen, the most powerful of the Grays, missing since the summer night she wandered into the woods alone. But before Danny can find Imogen, she finds a dead boy with a redwood branch through his heart. Something is very wrong amid the trees and fog of the Lost Coast, and whatever it is, it can kill. Lush, eerie, and imaginative, Amy Rose Capetta's tale overflows with the perils and power of discovery — and what it means to find your home, yourself, and your way forward.

Tell Me How You Really Feel by Aminah Mae Safi Sana Khan is a cheerleader and a straight A student. She's the classic (somewhat obnoxious) overachiever determined to win. Rachel Recht is a wannabe director who's obsesssed with movies and ready to make her own masterpiece. As she's casting her senior film project, she knows she's found the perfect lead - Sana. There's only one problem. Rachel hates Sana. Rachel was the first girl Sana ever asked out, but Rachel thought it was a cruel prank and has detested Sana ever since. Told in alternative viewpoints and inspired by classic romantic comedies, this engaging and edgy YA novel follows two strongwilled young women falling for each other despite themselves.

The Meaning of Birds by Jaye Robin Brown Before, Jessica has always struggled with anger issues, but come sophomore year that all changes when Vivi crashes into her life. As their relationship blossoms, Vivi not only helps Jess deal with her pain, she also encourages her to embrace her talent as an artist. And for the first time, it feels like the future is filled with possibilities. After In the midst of senior year, Jess’s perfect world is erased when Vivi suddenly passes away. Reeling from the devastating loss, Jess pushes everyone away, and throws out her plans to go to art school. Because art is Vivi and Vivi is gone forever. Desperate for an escape, Jess gets consumed in her work-study program, letting all of her dreams die. Until she makes an unexpected new friend who shows her a new way to channel her anger, passion, and creativity. Although Jess may never draw again, if she can find a way to heal and room in her heart, she just might be able to forge a new path for herself without Vivi.

The Weight of the Stars by K. Ancrum Ryann Bird dreams of traveling across the stars. But a career in space isn’t an option for a girl who lives in a trailer park on the wrong side of town. So Ryann becomes her circumstances and settles for acting out and skipping school to hang out with her delinquent friends. One day she meets Alexandria: a furious loner who spurns Ryann’s offer of friendship. After a horrific accident leaves Alexandria with a broken arm, the two misfits are brought together despite themselves—and Ryann learns her secret: Alexandria’s mother is an astronaut who volunteered for a one-way trip to the edge of the solar system. Every night without fail, Alexandria waits to catch radio signals from her mother. And its up to Ryann to lift her onto the roof day after day until the silence between them grows into friendship, and eventually something more...

How It Feels To Float by Helena Fox Biz knows how to float. She has her people, her posse, her mom and the twins. She has Grace. And she has her dad, who tells her about the little kid she was, who loves her so hard, and who shouldn't be here but is. So Biz doesn't tell anyone anything. Not about her dark, runaway thoughts, not about kissing Grace or noticing Jasper, the new boy. And she doesn't tell anyone about her dad. Because her dad died when she was six. And Biz knows how to float, right there on the surface--normal okay regular fine. But after what happens on the beach--first in the ocean, and then in the sand--the tethers that hold Biz steady come undone. Dad disappears, and with him, all comfort. It might be easier, better, sweeter to float all the way away? Or maybe stay a little longer, find her father, bring him back to her. Or maybe--maybe maybe maybe--there's a third way Biz just can't see yet.

Going Off Script by Jen Wilde Seventeen-year-old Bex is thrilled when she gets an internship on her favorite tv show, Silver Falls. Unfortunately, the internship isn't quite what she expected... instead of sitting in a crowded writer's room volleying ideas back and forth, Production Interns are stuck picking up the coffee. Determined to prove her worth as a writer, Bex drafts her own script and shares it with the head writer―who promptly reworks it and passes it off as his own! Bex is understandably furious, yet...maybe this is just how the industry works? But when they rewrite her proudly lesbian character as straight, that's the last straw! It's time for Bex and her crush to fight back.

These Witches Don’t Burn by Isabel Sterling Hannah's a witch, but not the kind you're thinking of. She's the real deal, an Elemental with the power to control fire, earth, water, and air. But even though she lives in Salem, Massachusetts, her magic is a secret she has to keep to herself. If she's ever caught using it in front of a Reg (read: non-witch), she could lose it. For good. So, Hannah spends most of her time avoiding her ex-girlfriend (and fellow Elemental Witch) Veronica, hanging out with her best friend, and working at the Fly by Night Cauldron selling candles and crystals to tourists, goths, and local Wiccans. But dealing with her ex is the least of Hannah's concerns when a terrifying blood ritual interrupts the end-of-school-year bonfire. Evidence of dark magic begins to appear all over Salem, and Hannah's sure it's the work of a deadly Blood Witch. The issue is, her coven is less than convinced, forcing Hannah to team up with the last person she wants to see: Veronica. While the pair attempt to smoke out the Blood Witch at a house party, Hannah meets Morgan, a cute new ballerina in town. But trying to date amid a supernatural crisis is easier said than done, and Hannah will have to test the limits of her power if she's going to save her coven and get the girl, especially when the attacks on Salem's witches become deadlier by the day.

#queer fiction #wlw books #wlw literature #queer literature #lgbtqa literature #lgbt #book recommendations #yeah i'm gonna do this every year wlw books excite me

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moonsandmelodies · 5 years ago

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A Gothic Top 5

As The Banshees were my biggest gateway into my music obsession, I’ve had a fascination for gothic themes for many years now. As picky as I get with the goth rock/darkwave scenes, they generated and influenced several of my all-time favorite albums. To coincide with this Halloween, I’ve decided to look back on five of my most formative gothic, autumnal and/or 'spooky' favorites.

This is more about representing than building an exact top-5, so check out this related list and my Halloween mixes if you want more.

Lene Lovich - Shadows And Dust, 2005

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Lene Lovich is new wave’s wacky witch of the west. Anyone familiar with her distinctive polka-dotted voice will know this already. Shadows And Dust is the lesser-known piece to the puzzle. Despite coming fifteen years after March, Lene sounds more witchy than ever. She tributes the Wicked One herself with all the right gleeful camp on track 9.

Mixing non-forced cabaret drama with speculative themes, SAD is a goth-pop wonderland. SAD plays like a natural step from where she left off, unfazed by time. It never lacks a new trick to show off, be it wispy synth bells (“Ghost Story”), viking-like backing vocals, a grim synth-string intro (“Remember”) or an elaborate Dracula narrative (“Insect Eater”). To top this off, every song has a bouncy hook to get you nodding along. Altogether, it brings me back to Siouxsie's Peepshow. With a bold sing-along and mutant arrangement, “Shapeshifter” makes a worthy “Peek-A-Boo” sequel. And this is coming from a fanatic!

Lene sings like she's stirring a cauldron. Her voice wears a bit on louder sections, but I love her enthusiasm. Her wild-but-warm spirit hasn’t faded a bit, and her deeper, richer tone matches her themes. The sheer thrill she takes in voicing Reinfield on "Insect Eater" is nearly contagious. Sweeter moments like "Remember" show her knack for tender romance isn't gone either.

Even beyond her ‘prime’, Lene had so much more to offer than “Lucky Number”. SAD is a major reason why; the limited release has me wishing more fans got to hear it.

Grimes - Halfaxa, 2010

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In a Simpler Time (tm) before dating billionaires and romanticizing climate change with anime, Claire Boucher packed fresh creative instincts into a computer. On oft-ridiculed Halfaxa, she channeled cathedrals and haunted medieval heirlooms from what many critics dismiss as the lowest dregs in music-making: Garageband. Albums like this tell me they're wrong.

These technical limits and her isolation at the time informed these songs to unique results. Like many albums in this formative time for bedroom e-music, she’s alone with her thoughts here. Like any creative mind, I can lose myself in these thoughts. Naturally, the songs create unique emotional portraits, both vague and pointed. “Devon”, for one, is a raw, rejected love song all the way, but with other highlights like ”Dream Fortress”, I detect so many different feelings at once. It's sad nostalgia for that once-beautiful abandoned heirloom one minute and ghostly horror the next.

Halfaxa is a mind, a universe and a huge antique house. It thrives in surrealism and history’s shadows, but as other reviews stated before, you find human feelings inside. Her devotion to Mariah Carey helped; she stated Halfaxa was her attempt to capture the spacious, haunting effects of group church singing. I know well these vocals can be a bit much with the echoes and caterwauls everywhere, but I would argue the cowgirl-punk approach on Art Angels has it’s own acquired taste.

Halfaxa is ethereal wave’s digital-age niece; any fan should try it.

Bauhaus - The Sky's Gone Out, 1982

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Bauhaus’ messiness was the main reason I was a ‘casual fan’ rather than worshipper. With that said, Sky’s Gone Out struck me as a thrilling mess if anything. Beyond “Exquisite Corpse”, the songs don’t lose their footing in shouty jam-outs. They had more ambitious ideas and the experience to pull them off by now. They were maturing from the faux-edgy rambling that filled their debut.

Sky’s Gone Out stands out further as the one Bauhaus album where they could pull a true ‘scare’ on me. For all the hammy drama leftover from Mask, this album allows itself to build a stronger atmosphere, one that belongs in bizarre nightmares out of an arthouse film. Sky’s Gone Out has it’s own black-and-white, surrealist world like the cover art.

Complete with piano and sax from a haunted house, “Spirit” isn’t punk as much as a wild, dancing chorus of ghosts. The "Three Shadows” trio is a journey in itself, going from quiet goth-tar disturbance to an underworld's fairground waltz.

Despite everything, the album ends on a quiet, solemn note with “All We Ever Wanted”. It’s the gentlest song to the Bauhaus name. >Peter’s fittingly spectral highs toward the end whirled around my head for years. Fun as songs like “Spirit” and “Bela Lugosi” get, it makes me wish Peter Murphy showed this vulnerable side more often.

Cocteau Twins - Head Over Heels, 1983

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Head Over Heels takes place in the mountains and towering caves of your mind. As the first ’normal’ Cocteau album, this invented ethereal wave as we know it and pioneered the 4AD sound. I’d argue shoegaze’s whole color-wash approach began around here too.

HOH is a thrilling display for Cocteau's leftover goth roots in the more elemental context that would become their trademark. Liz Fraser’s voice settles a bit, sounding freer than ever as she belts, quivers and hums with equal strength. Her usual non-lyrics add to the enigma but her tone posesses incredible warmth and nobility here. The boldness in her delivery is surprising knowing her famous self-deprecation.

The spacious fuzz-guitar draws curiosity but insists to lurk in shadows. It’s a long, long gaze into said caves, where water drips quietly and huge sun rays peer inside. This is the moody, bewitching edge of nature in it’s full glory. It can be “Sugar Hiccup”’s candyland dream sequence or an intimidating divine beast emerging from it’s lair. What never fails to cast a spell on me is “Tinderbox Of A Heart”, a tie with “Fifty Fifty Clown” for my favorite CT song. it works like a travelogue for HOH’s world, where this mountain-cave turns out huge from the outside and all you can do is glare in awe.

Siouxsie And The Banshees - Peepshow, 1988

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As the 33 1/3 book stresses, Peepshow emphasized SATB's art-film interests. At this point, they were more a 'goth pop' group. Far from Juju's raw impact, then, but resuming the moody elegance that graced Dreamhouse and Tinderbox. For each goth-tar you have ”Carousel”’s haunted circus organ, "Rhapsody"s chilly strings and "Peek-A-Boo"'s reversed tango.

Martin McCarrick is the one who took the Banshees (further) beyond rock. Adding cello, accordion and other new flavors, he's one of their most unique members. The result is the band's last goth album, being a few years before "Kiss Them For Me". As if predicting this change, they went all-out with it. Peepshow has all the thrill, variety and surrealism to remind you why this band was so vital to the goth scene. Q gave this apt summary: 'Peepshow takes place in some distorted fairground of the mind where weird and wonderful shapes loom’. In a parallel to Goldfrapp's debut made in a cottage, they recorded these songs in a 17th century mansion. It's the kind of album that puts modern dark cabaret and Hot Topic rock to shame.

Siouxsie sounds like the suave and secretive ringleader in a freakshow. Songs like “Scarecrow” and “Rhapsody” showcase her refining flair for drama. As a whole, Peepshow finds this band at a special middle ground. Yet to hit the Top 40 with “Kiss Them For Me” but on their way, with their middle era's adventurous spirits intact.

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prixmiumarchive · 6 years ago

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Don’t Hug Me I’m Confused

Disclaimer: The following post contains some personal critique of certain fandom patterns and habits that I personally find strange, don’t relate to, or don’t enjoy. However, this post really isn’t that deep in those areas, and so while I’m not talking about kink at all, just kind of consider this a sort of KINKTOMATO disclaimer. What you enjoy and how you enjoy it is not my business, and your art and cosplays are things that a) seem to be of high quality and b) I could not actually accomplish so kudos to you for doing it even if it’s not my thing in its expression. You do you, and I’ll do me, and I’m not trying to hurt anyone’s feelings. This is just a personal blog post / semi-review that I’m tagging in case anyone else who has watched dhmis wants to read it. This post may likely come across as pretty “anti-shipping,” but rest assured that I probably ship some weird stuff in other fandoms so I’m not judging you, or whatever.

Nursing a headache better and responding to a text, I was reminded of the existence of a weird web series on YouTube that, apparently, was released over the course of several years. The first installment of Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared was shown to me by a former friend sometime after its release many years ago now. Naturally, I was pretty unsettled by it at the time in a sort of nervous-laughter, later-haunted-nightmares sort of way. However, at the time and with its sole initial video being around, the way I processed the video and its purpose was quite different from the way I process it now. I had seen that there were a couple more videos over the years, but I had never actually managed to watch the little series to its sixth installment because at some point I got disturbed ever time and quit. However, in a state of resolve and slightly greater desensitization, I finally finished it up. And I’m strangely satisfied and intrigued, particularly after watching a couple of commentary videos about it.

Rather than rehashing someone else’s explanation, I’ll simply refer to The Film Theorists two videos on the subject. I think that this YouTube channel sometimes gets a lot of raised eyebrows and bad press for reaching really hard to get shock-value, click-bait-y ~dark theories~ out of benign or extremely popular media. I haven’t really consumed their other material, so I can’t speak to that, but I can say that the two videos on DHMIS are not reaching for even more darkness and edge. Rather, they seem to be well-researched, well-reasoned explanations for what is otherwise a strangely difficult work of art to process. I say “work of art” not terribly lightly nor terribly dogmatically because I really don’t know what else to make of something that intrigues, bothers, pleases, disturbs, and fascinates me that is intended to communicate something even if that something is the particular sense of unease I am describing.

As is my custom when I don’t really know what to do with feelings about a particular work of fiction, I opened a tab to AO3 to see if fanfiction exists for that “fandom” to see if a quantifiable fandom is actually there. To my surprise, DHMIS actually had over 100 fics. So, I scrolled through the first couple of pages to see what they tended to be about or whatever. I had no particular craving or desire to read fic about this at the moment; I just wanted to know what the environment was like. And what I found was really, really deeply not what I expected.

A major part of the fandom seems to be something called “p/adlock” shipping which I’m censoring so that I’m not picking on someone’s OTP. Again, disclaimer, not judging, simply commenting. It seems to be shipping the Sketch Pad from the first installment with the Clock from the second. I really don’t know where people came up with this or why it seems to be so passionate, but I am not here to judge. It just seems like it is strangely misaimed and sort of misses the central themes of whatever the hell is going on in DHMIS. Even if I’m not sure what is going on, I’m pretty sure that it is not a romantic love story, subtextually or otherwise. Of course, there’s shipping in everything. Before you get mad at me, let me also say that it reminds me of another fandom I’m involved in in which I am one of the weird maybe-missing-the-point shippers, so I’ll get back to that.

Perhaps one of the reasons that this is such an interesting experience for me is that I feel like I’m experiencing my discovery of this fandom much the way those who discover the Portal fandom and poke around not knowing what to expect must do. I came looking for commentary or elaboration on the universe that seems to have been established in these little shorts. Instead, I find shipping that I cannot really find the thread for at all. Now, of course, I would argue that I do find subtext and reasoning and so on in Portal fandom and “chelley” (Chell/Wheatley) shipping. I also find reasons to believe that Wheatley being in a humanoid or android form makes sense in some cases. I don’t see why there are humanoid forms of already anthropomorphic set pieces and characters in DHMIS. See the above videos for a theory I’ve pretty much bought into, I think, that these characters represent props or animations or such anyway while only Red Guy, Yellow Guy, and Duck are real characters/people/performers. (I realize they have names, maybe.)

Anyway, digressing a bit from the strange experience of seeing how a subset of fandom that is really transforming the original work (again - kudos even if not my thing, I think) being the majority when you don’t really get it from the other side of it, I also want to comment on how worth-it I found finally finishing DHMIS. It went from what felt like a strange, occasionally darkly humorous, occasionally dark-dark-dark exercise in internet meme-y nihilism to something that became so much more. Initially, watching the first couple of episodes, it felt like something that existed that sort of titillate and affirm that particular vein of teenage, edgy, oppositional defiance-y, XD-random, I wear black as it is the color of my soul, I have fantasy colored hair despite it not being goth because I like color secretly and because it bothers some conservative people, I’m angry at societal structures that have failed me and am determined to throw all the babies out with all the bathwater because I’m so angry frustration. Now, I still relate to a handful of those things. If my life allowed for it I would be a pink-hair-but-wearing-all-black kind of person some of the time. However, I find that the depth of that particular soft-laughter rage that comes with being a teenager with the experiences to develop it sort of off-putting as someone who has both been-there and has become a teacher in my adult life. I see myself in it, but I also see things that I hate both on their own merits and that I hate in the form of hating it for a person who has to go through it or go through the steps to have gotten there. In the end, though, I found that DHMIS was less late night Cartoon Network programming is the pinnacle of artistic expression and more some kind of play on nostalgia, capitalism, anxiety, power structures, creativity and its opponents, institutionalized violence, and even, maybe, the meat-packing and commercial food industries. In a way, watching it all the way through sort of felt like going through a fast-motion montage of going from being a sort of disturbed teenager to being an adult on the other side of it with a whole other set of frustrations and anxieties that can still be found in the same sort of imagery. It felt like growing up in a weird way.

Still in episodes I had seen before, I remarked to mentioned texting friend that Red Guy was my favorite when she indicated that she was watching a bit of it. I wasn’t even sure why, but in particular his reactions to the clock in the second episode really sold me. All of the characters had strange reactions to a lot of things, but his deadpan, monotone confusion, and the way in which he complies to this-might-as-well-happen sorts of circumstances until he cracks in the end and has some kind of epiphany really resonated with me. Then, I realized, it was because he was, in fact, that avatar of the adult in this situation, and that is its own kind of mind-blow because initially one does not really conceive of these characters as anything but ageless muppets. Which is its own layer of unsettling. In any case, I am really impressed with this little series. Whether or not the “film theory” is right, I feel more satisfied in the end. However, I would really recommend those videos because it totally flipped my perspective on the ending of DHMIS from “there’s no hope and not escape from this hell” or, possibly, “you might escape hell but you’re dooming someone else to replace you,” to something entirely and much more hopeful bout the drudgery of a creatively inclined adult trying to slog through the obstacles and soul-drains that our present societal pressures place on us. I really hope I figure it out in the end like Red Guy.

One final, mostly off-topic note: upon a glance, I think that maybe that film theories youtube channel is, perhaps, more genuine in its efforts to dissect internet memes than in the clickbait it produces for blockbuster movies. But then again, in a a world dictated by ad revenue, whatcha gonna do?

Given that our focuses on what we like about the series seem to be wildly different, I doubt that I’ll be hard-joining the DHMIS fandom for the most part. I enjoyed some of the content in the tag, and if you’re reading from outside it, you might check it out.

If you like or hard-relate to Red Guy and enjoy scifi (Doctor Who, The Expanse), other web series (Carmilla), or other common fandom stuff (superhero shows, DC/Marvel, select anime), you might consider messaging or following me. I’d love to talk about Red Guy with someone who kinda gets it, but again I’m not really interested in shipping in this fandom.

If you read this far, thanks and have a lovely day!

#dhmis #don't hug me i'm scared #long post /#conventional blogging tag #red guy

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gen z/millennial fma headcanons courtesy of me.

greed:

greed is friends with everyone in this au. everyone. he knows everyone.

no one knows greeds real name. he’s just greed. in this au thomas halbert doesnt have the url greed. greed does. hes not even that greedy and he most definitely blocks everyone who calls him out on it.

he’s mysterious in general. his youtube channel goes between him doing backflips off of things he shouldnt be doing back flips off of to a podcast about [some obscure political thing]? who is he?

greeds probably low key homeless like idk in an au where hes human i can imagine him showing up at one of his friends houses every night with like his one backpack of belongings like “hey im sleeping on ur couch and using ur shower” and no one really questions him because hes charming enough to get away with it yknow

except edward questions him. “ling isnt even here. wyd.” “please. if i dont shower i might die.” “fucking fine I GUESS”

greeds favorite place to go is ed and lings apartment because theyre nice and ling always feeds him and also eds funny and greed appreciates humor

this is just a general greed headcanon but god is he poly :3c i can and will fight about this.

ling:

GAY! TANA! MONGEAU! hes wild and a lot of people hate him even though hes really a giant sweetie. he’s best friends with greed and sometimes ling goes on greeds podcast so they can talk about their exercise regimen

hes dating edward of course. theres not more to this other than theyre dating and they love each other and Would kill for each other. also a lot of people probably dont think they have a deep relationship but im telling you. theyre star crossed lovers. its total romcom bullshit.

ling probably gets paid to go to parties. like thats his job and he makes good money doing it even though he has a masters in psychology. he just. goes to parties. pays off his student loans.

he does a lot of prank videos on youtube. think tgfbro but american and less edgy.

ling probably also models on occasion. like hes pretty enough that he just does it.

he shaves his head at some point or like maybe gets an undercut and no one can look at him for a month because its just weird. lings hair is like his identity.

he gets up to a lot of hijinks with greed. theyre probably a little gay together. edward doesnt care because its 2018 time 2 start normalizing polyamory ok.

ling spends actual money on new clothes for greed but the man always wears the same two outfits and although ling rarely gets angry this gets him a little riled

edward:

his youtube channel is just a mess kind of like greeds except with him its unintentional he just... does what he wants. theres videos of him showing off his physical prowess. like hes small but he WILL kick your fuckin ass. hes probably a black belt and is the physical embodiment of the navy seals rant.

sometimes he does vsauce style videos on youtube and everyone hates when he does it because hes memelord 69 but at the same time hes wicked smart

hes a physicist in this world and im serious it throws anyone who meets him for a loop.

ed gets asked a lot how roy is his dad if hes only 12 years older than him. eds answers are either “he found me and my brother as infants and has mothered us since” or “idk man”

ed accidentally starts a meme. he posts a bunch of pictures of ling either sleeping or passed out and idk the specifics of the meme but he starts a meme and it pains him. he consumes he does not create.

ed likes greed but he doesnt express it. “i dont like you” “[eyeroll] and???? im still eating ur leftovers”

ed actually does kick russel tringham in the head for a skit for one of lings vlogs. ed and russel are best friends even if russel genuinely did try to steal eds identity at some point and may or may not have put ed in debt for a few months

roy:

hes one of ed’s professors much to eds dismay since roy is, technically, his adoptive father.

he probably argues with ed a lot in the middle of lectures (”hey dumbass thats not how it works” “im literally teaching you what you’re majoring in.” “yeah and im telling you that you’re wrong.”)

he’s like 35 in this au and technically a millennial. ed’s 21.

roy has an instagram and its literally just pictures of hughes and elicia and nina and ed and al

roy and hughes are most definitely a foster family and am i pulling this from my own fic yes i am can you stop me no you cant

hughes:

HES FINE. HES ALIVE.

all of the gen z kids in this au think hes awful bc of all the dad jokes and slightly outdated humor. hes not awful. hes perfect. hes doing his best.

he loves all four of his children.

he and gracia are best friends even if their marriage didnt work out for unknown reasons. they along with roy are GOOD PARENTS to elicia. you can pry this from my cold dead hands. canon can suck my chode.

lust:

shes not like greed she doesnt try to be mysterious. shes probably a beauty guru (SolarisCosmetics) and does a lot of tutorials like “Low Commitment Goth Makeup Tutorial”

shes unintentionally mysterious because for her first like 50 videos or so theres no commentary its just subtitles

her first video with commentary is like “i... apologize. i was not intending to be so... mysterious.” and shes actually very sweet and nice and you can fight me on this ok

greed is her adoptive brother and greed makes her bleep out his name and blur her mouth whenever she calls him by his name bc he likes to lurk in the background of her videos because hes an asshole

winry:

shes a mechanic in this au and i mean shes a mechanic in canon but she prob specializes in like. idk. cars. this is a headcanon list im not looking up specifics of mechanics point is she can rebuild an engine in an afternoon and everyone in this au is in love with her

BIG LESBIAN

she probably tries getting ed to go on double dates (him and ling with her and lan fan) but every single time he shoots her down and its to the point shes almost convinced that hes not even dating ling in the first place

greed is probably her biggest client. no one knows how he does it but his car is constantly breaking and winry is the only mechanic in his general vicinity who knows how to do her job worth a shit and also her repair shop has cool music and he probably finds excuses just to chill for the music

“[greed] please. if your fat ass is going to be taking up counter space AT LEAST help clean up” “excuse you my ass is FIRM AND PERKY.”

its probably a joke among ed’s following that winry DOES NOT put up with his shit and when winry gets asked out it shes just like “hes an asshole why the fuck do you think im gonna let him walk around all half cocked like that”

riza:

i like to think shes in the military in this au too. not like military military but maybe air force idk. imagine pilot riza. wow.

shes not on active duty or w/e but you KNOW shes in a foreign country going to college paid for by the government.

everyone in this au is at least bi and riza is no exception. she is dating olivier armstrong. they are in love u can pry this from my cold dead hands you fucking gremlins

edward is probably platonically in love with her. like when he gets to see her (which isnt often) he has to occasionally stop, put a hand on her shoulder, do the ‘boi’ hand (idk how else to describe it) and say, “i love you dont ever change” “thank you, edward.” “[hug]”

envy:

a troll. like you know those troll blogs that are pretending to be otherkin or some really obscure gender w neopronouns (u do u but we all kno theres trolls). envy has one of those blogs.

envy is actually nonbinary irl but theyre very critical of “special snowflakes” (again u do u these headcanons dont necessarily reflect my opinions and as long as u aint hurting no one i support u) and they probably cyberbully ppl

envy is garbage in this fic

“god i hate you” “actually eat my ass, greed”

see greed is the opposite of ed w riza. he looks at envy and occasionally has to say “i fucking hate you”

theyre secrety buds but like... they annoy the shit out of each other. u kno they do.

ENVY STARTS A LOT OF DISCOURSE. THEY PROBABLY START A LOT OF HOMESTUCK DISCOURSE. GOD. here i am in 2018 writing about envy starting fucking homestuck discourse. its probably like davekat discourse too tbh

i know im forgetting alphonse, may/mei (i spell it mei), and lan fan but its like 4:19 am

please send me asks if u have any feedback. or reply to this post. its up to u. i trust u to make the right decision. (there is no reight decision and honestly i need to go to bed)

#fullmetal alchemist #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fma #fmab #edling #edward elric #ling yao #greed the avaricious #lust the lascivious #roy mustang #maes hughes #riza hawkeye #envy the jealous #winry rockbell

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Kevin Cage of @spotlightsaga reviews... Blood Drive (S01E01) The Fucking Cop Airdate: June 14, 2017 @syfy Ratings: 0.834 Million :: 0.24 18-49 Demo Share Score: 3/10 **********SPOILERS BELOW********** Want edgy, modern underground Exploitation? Try 'Dead Hooker in a Trunk', 'Hobo With a Shotgun', 'King Fury', or anything in that vein. Those straddle different forms of exploitation, capturing what many claim to be 'Grindhouse', without really understanding what that term refers to, capturing that spirit with minimal effort. See the trick to being successful in this genre, is never trying too hard. You've got to be the 'cool kid' at the Exploitation table... Otherwise your 'Blood Drive', that nerdy, poser kid you may let sit at the table because their Dad's a shady minister who's stealing money from his church, and you can somehow benefit from it so you allow the kid in your circle... But you end up regretting it. Too on the nose? That's also the point isn't it? No, Quentin Tarantino would not approve of this atrocity... And no Quentin Tarantino isn't even a notable Exploitation or 'Grindhouse' filmmaker, one *big budget* 'Double Feature' made with Robert Rodriguez doesn't make the man a fucking God of Grindhouse or Exploitation. Tarantino makes Pulp Films... Literally... One of those setting the tone by being called 'Pulp Fiction'. Obviously, there is notes of Exploitation, or inspirations of... See 'Django' or 'Jackie Brown', which bleeds 'Blaxploitation'. But wrong dog, wrong tree... Wayyy too much money. Excuse me, I'm probably coming off a little too strong. You see, Im a HUGE fan of Exploitation of any kind, but it has to be done right. Take 'Dead Hooker in a Trunk' for instance... It currently holds a 4.9 on IMDB, yet its 80% Fresh on 'Rotten Tomatoes'. Not everyone Exploitation and it's many sub-genres, and as much as the censorship lines are blurred on SyFy (tho I was tricked into watching this on the USA Network after a terrible episode of RAW), this isn't a network that has the vision, nor the flexibility of a network like STARZ, HBO, or one of the many Streaming Giants... I would have included Cinemax but they just canceled two of their best shows and get nothing but shame from me. The Soska Sisters made 'Dead Hooker in a Trunk' with $2,500 in Vancouver and shot to stardom. If you've ever seen the film, you'll see all the markings of dastardly greatness and sinister, ultra-violent exploitation... There's blood, guts, nudity, and constant bursting rapid-fire scenes of straight up insanity, but it's not all just to be throwing random grotesque scenes at the audience for good fun. They build tension like pros, it's one shocking scene built upon the other until the viewer literally doesn't think it could go any further... ONLY IT DOES! That's the magic of Exploitation. It's a highly misunderstood art form, and not everyone has the cahoñes to make such art. I even have a nice collection of old Sexploitation films, titles that would make you blush, and I love every last one of them. This is a SACRED genre and as I keep saying, it needs to be handled with care. It's true, and I say this across all genres of television, you can't really judge a show by it's pilot. However, when it comes to SyFy, it seems like you can. Once upon a time they had people heading their network that brought us a Golden Age of their own with titles like Eureka, Warehouse 13, Haven, Alphas, and even as recent as Defiance... But that vision, that spark, that Golden Age is over. This is a network that settles, it renews soulless, empty shows that don't get ratings, one after another... And cancel the promising ones. While I haven't watched them all, I've seen my fair share and know the exact place this network is in. But let me not get far ahead of myself after only seeing the pilot... It's not like there aren't some good moments and finely-tuned 'road-mapping', so to speak', effectively manufactured here... It's just that the majority of the episode is executed poorly. 1999 was one of the greatest years of all time, you had to there and be old enough to really appreciate its true 'anything goes' spirit. It's an interesting choice to set the show in a post-apocalyptic world on this date. People have drawn comparisons to the 'Exploitation' version of the cartoon 'Wacky Races' that had its original run from 1968-1970, but was immortalized by syndication, not to mention an entire world created inside the Amusement Park of Kings Island in Mason, OH outside of Cincinnati dedicated to its creators, and a fantastic execution by Hannah-Barbera. You can probably find a Warner Bros-friendly channel that still airs it today. This world is obviously painted heavily by the cars that run in its 'Death Race'... Contestants must feed the cars humans, or anything with blood I suppose, because the cars run on blood. There's apparently a self-destruct feature on the car that can be waved off by a good old fashioned fuck. That last part is made interesting when an ultra-generic 'Good Cop', Arthur Bailey (Alan Ritchson), one of the proud and the few, ends up being the fucker when he's trapped inside of the car with a racer, Grace (Christina Ochoa) who has her own sympathetic reasons as to why she's entered this race. She's not doing it for the love of the kill, but she sure is having a ball in the meantime. Cops have body cams and decide your fate right on the spot, but good luck pulling that off in such a corrupt world. Bailey tries to pull an arrest or sting, but he's hilariously outnumbered and doesn't get the job done. Club Mayhem hosts the race, and the character who leads that way is Julian Sink (Colin Cunningham). It was his introduction that made me drop my testy attitude towards the show and start truly paying attention. Not only does Sink embody 1999-Post-Apocalyptic Goth Fashion; He speaks, looks, eats, shits, breathes the part. He's very 99-'Marilyn Manson' meets 'Dick Dastardly and Muttley in the Mean Machine'... If there is one character that can change my attitude towards this show as the episodes move towards its finale... It's this guy! The world and set pieces are built well around him, so I can say there is some hope that 'Blood Drive'. This isn't all bad, but before anyone starts standing up and applauding, they 'better pump the breaks and drive slow, homey.' David Straiton is used as the director for some of the episodes, including this one. He's a bit out of his element. Later in the season Roel Reiné is handed the reigns... This is a man that knows schlock film and television, so I'd like to kind of balance out my harsh critiques with a piece of hopeful, forward thinking. Creator James Roland is dreaming big and it's my humble opinion that he's got the right ideas but he's teamed with the wrong producers and the wrong network... But in his favor, you seize opportunity where it is given. They are clearly going to let him get away with a lot more than they have ever let anyone get away with before, so only time will tell if he can take that chance and roll with it. Like I said, the world building is great and there are some fascinating characters, but is that enough? Will Roland understand that Exploitation is not just about how much raunchy fanfare you can stir up by pushing the limits? The Soska Sisters, Jason Eisner, or David Sandberg should have really been called upon, those are your true modern warriors of Exploitation... At least for some pointers and tips. Exploitation is about the build, so let's see if Roland will slap this bad boy on the ass and do this underground genre right.

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