#chuck foreman

[govikingsblog]

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[merlotdom]

Foreman is so funny because he'll be passing moral judgement onto a patient and telling him how much of a failure and screw up he is for allowing his younger siblings to go with CPS instead of taking care of them himself, an 18yo chuck-e-cheese employee with an immune deficiency, but he does it with the most empathic, wide-eyed expression and soft ass tone as if he's doing the patient a favor and giving him valuable advise instead of mentally scarring him for the rest of his life

POV he's calling you a cunt and a disappointment to your dead parents:

[greghatecrimes]

Visual: Kutner bringing a cuddly toy to work (a Pikachu, other Pokemon, just a good ol' animal plush, whatev) and when House has his epiphany in the office with everyone around this time, the camera cuts to Kutner in his chair making his plushie's paws clap in celebration

THIS IS SO CUTE. I'm imagining a whole scenario for it now. Kutner brings it in because their patient of the week is a kid who loves pokemon, and they bond over it and it gets the kid to trust Kutner. Thus they can do what they need to do to figure out what's wrong and diagnose him. Then it starts living on one of the bookshelves in the outer office for "moral support" during cases.

Kutner fidgets with it during ddxes. Sometimes Thirteen will take it off the shelf and have it on the table in front of her or in her lap during a ddx so she can stim by petting the soft fabric. Sometimes it sits in Foreman's lap because Kutner thought it would look hilarious, and Foreman just lets it sit there every time, absolutely nonplussed. Sometimes he strokes it like you'd pet a cat sitting in your lap. Taub just goes along with all of it. And most hilariously of all, when House's giant tennis ball is in his office with the door shut, he reaches out and plucks the pokemon away from whoever's holding it and starts tossing it back and forth between his hands, and then throws it back when it's helped enough to give him at least one new idea/theory.

Also, House probably tosses it back and forth between himself and the ducklings like a "you can only talk if you're holding the pokemon, no stupid ideas allowed" at least once during a ddx. And if he's holding the pokemon when someone comes into the office (Wilson, Chase, Cuddy, Cameron) it 100% gets chucked at their head with a sheepish little "oops"

[garmanarnarr]

Rickorty Week Day 6: "Say You'll Marry Me"

college-aged Morty | 2.8k words | Rated M, language, vomit, suicidal ideation, rock bottom Rick Sanchez

@rickortyweek

Morty throws the trunk of his dad’s station wagon shut with a thump. 

“You sure you don’t need to bring my Ninja smoothie blender, Morty?” Dad asks, for a second time, standing on the driveway beside him with his arms crossed over his chest. The August morning is hot and clear. Gene’s sprinklers are going hard on the lawn next door. 

“I think it’ll make you really popular with your roommate. You said they’re from California, right? They must be healthy. There’s a little more space behind the driver’s side–”

“N-nah, I’m good, Dad,” Morty says. He goes around to the passenger door to do a last check of his overflowing laundry hamper and make sure his video game console box made it in. He doesn’t want to forget Bonestorm III. All told, he doesn’t really have that much to bring, though, and the car’s only half full. He wears pretty much the same clothes all the time, and doesn’t have a ton of books or movies or anything. His booby bikini girl poster is rolled up in the footwell of the backseat and one or two of his robot figurines he just couldn’t part with are packed into cardboard boxes. All the advice listacles his parents found online for Summer’s freshmen year of college said that bringing something from home was important, so the idea has been passed down. 

He reaches into his pocket and palms the little evil intent detector that Rick had made for him a few years back. A tiny credit-card sized piece of metal that reads people’s brainwaves and vibrates if they’re planning on hurting him or torturing him or whatever. They’d used it on an adventure, a rare heist –Morty can see Rick’s eye roll– but he hadn’t had the heart to throw it away. He’d gone back and forth for ages on whether or not to even bring it. He still doesn’t have to, he tells himself; he has hundreds of miles of highway driving ahead of him where he can just chuck it out the window and let it get crushed on the side of the road. He tightens his grip. 

His mom comes out of the garage, checking her watch. “We gotta get this show going,” she says. The garage feels weirdly empty until Morty realizes it’s because Rick’s ship isn’t in it. Hasn’t been there for a while. He pulls his hand out of his pocket and starts loading the last few bags. 

“If we don’t leave soon we won’t make it to our motel until, like, eleven, and lord knows what we’re going to find in Fresno after sundown,” Mom says.  

Dad follows Morty as he transfers a final trash bag of gym shorts and shit into the back seat. 

“What– what about my George Foreman Lean Griddle? Or, my Slap Chop? You never know when you’ll need onions in little cubes, those always make me cry….” 

Dad sniffs, then wipes away a tear, even though he’s trying to look like he isn’t. Oh, God. He had volunteered to drive Morty first, of course, before being overruled. 

Morty turns back and gives him a small smile. “I’m really fine, Dad. But thanks.” 

“Oh my God, I’m sorry, just give me a moment, son.” 

Something in Morty’s pocket buzzes. His hand flies to Rick’s detector, for a second, until he realizes it was the other one. He pulls out his phone and opens it to check his messages while Dad tries to get it together. Two are from Summer, who’s been spending her senior year of college in London with the textile arts department of her school doing fashion stuff. 

dont let dad cry all over u little bro 

cuz hes gonna

The newer message is from his girlfriend, Anne.

status report mortimer

Morty finds himself looking for some kind of message from Rick– which is stupid. Rick doesn’t text. 

He texts Anne: 

finally leaving lol 

She responds immediately:

call me when you guys stop for the night? 

Morty’s heart clenches fondly. They’re going to different schools to study different things in different parts of the country— newly separate time zones– and it’s going to be hard, but he likes her a lot. Enough to give it a shot. He winces as he remembers Rick’s deadpan dismissal when Morty had mentioned that he and Anne were going to do long distance over dinner a month or two ago. D–didn’t take you for that much of an idiot, Morty. As soon as she gets there she’s gonna be getting allll sorts of co-ed dicks in her mouth. But I guess you don’t mind sloppy digital seconds?  

Ofc i will, he types. 

Nobody’s heard from Rick in two or three weeks. Morty had kind of expected– well, he didn’t know what he’d expected, but he’d really thought that Rick would do him better than this. All he does is talk about how stupid Morty is all the time; maybe he’s pissed at being sort of wrong. He’d been straight up shocked when Morty got his acceptance letter in the mail, the packet fat in Morty’s hand as he raced down from his room to show everyone. While Summer screamed, and both his parents had cried, Rick had stared at the letter Morty was holding, hard, then sipped his beer, then turned back to the TV. N-nice one, Morty. A real cool sixty grand a year investment, there. 

“Let’s go, Morty,” Mom says, opening the passenger side door. “I need some coffee if we’re gonna do this.” 

Finally, Dad wipes his face. After taking a few deep, calming breaths, he walks over and sweeps Morty up in a hug. 

“I’m proud of you, Morty.”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“We didn’t think you’d make it, but you did. Of course you did. And that’s what matters.” 

“Bye, Dad,” Morty said, leaning into the hug. “I–I love you.” 

“I love you, too.”

Morty doesn’t realize how much he misses the sound of a portal opening up until he hears one right behind them. Dad jerks back with a frightened twitch. 

“What the hell–?”

Rick doesn’t so much step out onto the driveway as fall. He looks to be in a really bad way. Maybe as bad as Morty has ever seen him: scraggly and torn up, not even really standing up straight, too drunk for his body to cope with the flat, even keel of the pavement. One arm of his labcoat is missing, ripped off at the shoulder, and Morty’s thankful to see that the arm beneath is intact. Skinny, and maybe there are track lines, there, faint in the bright sunshine, but intact. There’s dried vomit crusted on his sweater. 

“M-Morty, oh, God,” Rick moans. Morty feels a sinister shiver run over his shoulders and up the back of his neck as he watches Rick try to shield his eyes, blinking rapidly into the hot light. “Christ. Fuck.” 

“Dad?” Mom asks, poking her head out of the driver’s window. 

“Rick? Here to say goodbye to Morty?” Jerry asks, cautiously. Morty watches as he scooches himself to stand between his son and Rick, a little bit. A surprisingly brave move. 

“Isn’t that w-what we’re all doing?” Rick asks back, taking a step forwards, then falling to one knee with a lurch as he loses his balance. “Saying fuckin’ goodbye— goAAUUGhodbye to Morty? Because he’s going away f-f-forever and never coming back?”  

Rick’s drunken stare pins Morty to the side of the car, which had been parked outside so long while they packed that the metal is starting to get hot. The words sound like a taunt, but Morty can hear the truth there, a hard kernel in the middle. 

“Hi, Rick,” he says, trying for indifference. In his pocket, he squeezes his hand around the detector. 

Rick narrows his eyes. “R-R-Rick and Morty. One thhhhousand fuckin’ years. What, whatever happened to that shit, huh?”

“Dad–” Mom’s getting back out of the car. 

“So I’m going to school. Big whoop,” Morty says, annoyed. Everything about this is annoying: Rick disappearing whenever he wanted then showing up just in the nick of time fucking shit faced like he’s trying to bail out the Vindicators. “You’ve been gone for, like, three weeks, Rick. And you didn’t feel the need to tell anybody about that. N-not that I would expect anything else at this stage. So, you know, whatever.”

“Three weeks?” Rick’s struggling to stand back up, now. “Three weeks?”

“You’ve never owed anyone anything in your whole goddamn– your whole stupid life, R-Rick. Not my family, not me. Not even Mom.” 

Rick’s expression is foggy and drunk, but underneath, Morty can see he’s hurt.  

“I think you should go, Dad,” Mom says in her stop-doing-this-right-now-or-you’re-fucked voice. “I don’t care if you portal out of here, or crash on the sofa to ride out your hangover, or whatever, but just. Let us leave.” 

Somehow, Rick manages to get one leg in front of the other so he can advance up the driveway towards Morty with halting, wavering steps like a zombie in a horror movie. The detector in Morty’s pocket buzzes. Dad looks back and forth between them, scared. 

“Three weeks, Morty?” he grinds out, again. He’s close enough now for Morty to see how bloodshot his eyes are. “I’ll give– give you three weeks. Y-you know what happens when you go to college Morty? You have four years to get too fuckin’ big for your idiotic little britches.” He grabs one hand around Morty’s bicep, grip crushingly strong. Morty can smell his rancid breath across his face, agitated, huffy. “And then you, you go and think you can do goAUUGHd, good things for the world, or whatever, you get those little aspir– aspirations in your head, Morty, you get these fucking ideas in your head–” 

“It’s already been years, Rick,” Morty says, trying not to turn away. “Doing whatever, well at least, pretty much whatever, I-I guess, you wanted me to do.”

“– and you don’t even know how stupid these i–ideas are, until, boom, you’ve lived your whole sad-ass pathetic-ass life doing jack fucking shit. Goin’ and bein’ a techbro office slave narc or some shit. I just can’t, I just can’t ffffucking– oh fuck—” 

Rick starts to throw up pretty spectacularly all over the ground, and the side of the car, and on Morty’s sneakers. 

“Oh my god, Dad!”

“Oh, Rick that’s just disgusting!!”

Morty just stays quiet until Rick seems finished and he slumps against the car, moaning. He watches as Rick slides down until he’s half knelt, half crouched by the front bumper, the vomit running down the gentle slope of the driveway to touch his shoes and the spread hand on the ground that’s keeping him from falling on his face. He makes a sound when Morty comes closer, a sort of whimper. Morty gets down beside him. Unable to stop himself, he puts a hand on his grandpa’s back and starts rubbing little circles as Rick groans, spitting out a wad of bile. There are a lot of different colors in the vomit, ones Morty can’t recognize even though he’s pretty familiar with Rick’s binge habits by this point. 

“Fuck youUUGh. Fffffuck you, Morty. I– I mean that. So much. '' Rick’s staring at the ground. He pinches the bridge of his nose with his hand. Morty wonders if maybe he’s going to be sick again. 

“Yeah, fuck you, too, man,” Morty says, but there’s no heart in it. He just feels sad. He wishes– he doesn’t know what he wishes. 

“F-forever. Fuck you, forever,” Rick mutters quietly, almost to himself. Little dark spots show up on the driveway beneath his head, and Morty realizes he’s crying. Or maybe it’s post-vomit drool? It’s hard to see his face. 

“M-Morty, Morty listen to me,” Rick says. He sounds defeated, almost confused. As old as he really is. 

“I’m listening, Rick.” 

“I’m gonna do somethin’ stupid. Sooo, so stupid.” Rick’s still staring at the ground. 

Dad’s shadow has crept next to Rick’s foot. “Rick, I really don’t think–” 

“Whatever you’re about to do, think twice before you traumatize my son,” Mom says. Then she pauses and adds: “More.”  

Morty keeps rubbing circles across Rick’s knobby spine. “What, Rick? What– what’re you gonna do?”

“Say you’ll.” Rick chokes a little. 

“Say what?”

“Say you’ll marry me, Morty.” 

Morty blinks. “What?”

“JeEUGHsus Christ, don’t make me say it again.” 

Morty’s body is a live wire. His hand scrunches the back of Rick’s coat tightly. “No. Say it again.” 

Rick stares up at him with watery eyes. 

“Marry me,” he says, quietly. Pathetically. There’s some drool and left-over throwup clinging to his chin. 

There was this one adventure they’d gone on where Morty had mangled his leg so badly that his shin bone had actually broken the surface of his skin. Burst right through below his kneecap, like a jagged, bloody tooth. It was screamingly painful– Rick actually had to knock him out until he was able to fix it with some nanobots. Morty realizes that this is the same as that; that this is some core part of Rick, torn through all the heaped layers of nihilism and drugs and whatever else poisons who his grandpa is. This is the exposed bone. 

When Morty looks up at his parents, he can’t read the expressions on their faces. 

“I– I’m not a good person, Morty,” Rick says, grabbing weakly at Morty’s t-shirt to get his attention again. Like he can’t bear to let Morty look anywhere else. He sounds like he’s really losing it. “I’m a horrible person, Morty. Say– say that you’ll marry me. God, I’ll blow my fuckin’ brains out if you don’t— let’s just g-g-get out of—oh my God—” 

Morty’s pocket vibrates. He doesn’t know if it’s the detector or his phone, and he should care, should be terrified, but he doesn’t. 

He isn't.  

— 

Turns out, Shoney’s is a regional chain.

Morty doesn’t realize this until they reach the last one at the edge of the state, just before they cross the border. ‘Last Shoneys for the next 24,800 miles,’ says the sign at the exit. There’s a graphic of an arrow reaching all the way around the globe, back to the little point on the map they’re driving through. Morty has traveled the multiverse with Rick, to places billions of light years away, so far away time doesn’t mean anything at all, but somehow this is already the longest trip he’s ever taken. Like that one scene in the Lord of the Rings where Sam crosses the corn field. If I take one more step, this’ll be the furthest from home I’ve ever been. That was a really good movie, Morty thinks. 

His mom throws the car into park. She’s had to adjust the driver’s seat to be closer to the steering wheel because her legs are shorter than Dad’s, and change all the mirrors, too. She drives way faster than him, swerving lanes to cut around traffic like a maniac. Maybe that runs on her side of the family. 

“Food?” she asks, simply. Morty nods. He twists to look over his shoulder. 

“Rick?” 

Rick stirs in the back seat, thin eyelids fluttering. They’d made space for him by shoving over a bunch of the boxes to one side and moving some to the trunk. There aren’t really that many, anyways. He’s wearing a clean pair of pants and a t-shirt that belongs to Dad, which helps, but he still has an undernote of puke and sweat. 

He makes a hungover-sounding groan. He still hasn’t opened his eyes.

“You want Shoney’s?” Morty asks. “L-last chance.”

“Shoney’s, you say?” He cracks an eye open, gaze flickering around to look up at the building they’re parked at. “Didn’t know they had them out here. O-on earth, I mean.” 

Mom watches him silently in the rearview mirror. Rick just looks at Morty. 

“Y-you know what, fuck it, sure,” he says finally, popping open the car door and getting out. The sun is even hotter, here, and scorching air blows into the car when he slams it closed. Mom and Morty do the same, one, then the other.  

Together, they go inside to eat lunch. 

[octuscle]

The new foreman

Charles didn't usually work out this late. He was usually at the gym first thing in the morning. Right at 06:00, when it opened. First thing, that way he could be at his desk at 08:00, freshly shaved and showered. Fit for the day. And second, he didn't want to work out with the big boys. He was bothered by the groans and grunts when they were lifting iron. And the noise when the dumbbells were thrown to the floor with their last ounce of strength after the last repetition. He wasn't here to build mountains of muscle. He just wanted to stay fit.

But today he had taken the morning off. His day started late today with a business lunch. He had taken advantage of that and worked out longer than usual. Around 09:00, the first group of musclemen arrived at the training area. Again, Charles had been annoyed by the loud alpha animals in the free weight area. Whereby he had to think about the guys again and again during the final sauna session. Yes, they were damn good looking. But to look like that, he would have had to start training years earlier. And coming here for an hour three times a week wasn't going to do any good.

Charles showered, shaved, and walked toward his locker with a towel around his hips. On the floor next to his locker, crumpled up, was a piece of cloth. Charles glanced around. No one to be seen. He picked up the fabric and realized it was a jockstrap. Had to belong to one of the big boys, it was still damp. And it was stained and crusty. Charles's pulse raced. How many times had he jerked off to fantasies of jockstraps pissed and jerked all over? He didn't think for a second and pulled on the jockstrap. And as fast as he could, he pulled his underwear over it. He could only hope that the scent of his freshly washed boxers would mask the stench of cum and piss. And he couldn't wait to press the jockstrap into his face after work. A stain of precum was forming on his boxers.

Charles was on time at the restaurant for his business lunch. His client was not there yet. The jockstrap story had been a stupid idea. His precum could be seen on his suit pants, too. So Charles quickly went to the washrooms to correct that a bit. Besides, he had to pee. At the urinal, he noticed that his boxers were gone. Had he forgotten them? That was even more unfortunate, hopefully the pants kept the stench of the jockstrap away. Although the stench made Charles horny. He stowed his magnificent cock, buttoned up his jeans and went back to his table. The customer still wasn't there. He was warm and the jacket was too tight. So he took it off and hung it over the back of the chair. The restaurant wasn't so posh that anyone would have minded. His customer was in the construction business and liked things a little more rustic.

He had to wait a solid half hour before his customer finally arrived. He stood up and greeted him with a firm handshake. "Call me Chuck," Charles said, and asked if he should order two beers. His customer nodded and said he was relieved. He'd been expecting one of those college boys. But would rather talk to a man. Chuck grinned, tucked his thumbs behind his mighty belt buckle and said it was much the same for him. Lunch wasn't about business for a second. The two men talked football, they talked politics, they talked hunting. Chuck was happy that they were both on the same page. Small talk was a horror to him. He was a simple fella and loved straight talk. And his conversation partner wasn't one of those tieflings, either. After Chuck rolled up the sleeves of his flannel shirt and undid two more buttons, his pal just grinned and followed suit.

After two hours, lunch was over. Chuck wanted to pay, but one look was enough to understand it wasn't his turn today. "Son, I have an excellent feeling about you. You're going to be a good foreman. I expect to see you at the job site on Main Street at 06:00 tomorrow morning. The two chimed in and his boss turned and left. Chuck grinned. He knew how to wrap people around his finger. He put on his cap, grabbed his gym bag and headed for his car. With the new job, he had to change his routines. Gym before work was no longer an option. But he could go lift some iron now. And head out for a few beers with the lads afterwards.

A deep bow to @stargazerguy for this and many other inspirations!

[countrymusiclover]

Ch 3 - Wasting All These Tears On You

Part 4

Cowgirls Don't Cry

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Ryan’s POV

Ryan was talking to his girlfriend, Laramie as he had been seeing her for a few weeks as he heard her ask about Y/N “oh her, she was a dumb fling. I just used her and got what i wanted from her then i met you honey” He says softly, kissing her cheek gently and lovingly because he was happier with her and loved her more than anything which made him forget about the girl who had been in love with him for a while but he had taken her virginity then he left her after he had done so “She is the foreman’s kid, so that’s why i slept with her. Just so that she would leave me alone, and stop being around me” He says softly, unaware of Y/N listening to the conversation

Ryan kissed Laramie softly, his hand resting on the small of her back because he loved spending time with her and everything else before they started on their work for the day “Love you cowgirl, gonna take you up to the river after we finish doing our daily work. Now go on and get your pretty self up on that horse and head out. I will be there soon enough little darling, love you” He repeated, his hair was tucked under his cowboy hat which was a black stetson that he had bought with his first check from working the ranch

Ryan was mounting his horse, running a hand through his hair as he swung his leg over the saddle as he wasn’t paying attention when he mumbled under his breath “Stupid girl, thinking that she would even have a chance with me. She’s just the foreman’s kid and she was just a quick lay to me.” He says, not knowing that Y/N had been listening since he wasn’t exactly quiet about it as he rode his horse out of the barn quietly as he didn’t even pay attention when he left the barn after he got his horse saddled and the tack put on correctly as he rode over to Laramie and kissed her despite Y/N being there and seeing everything after he had said those things about her without a single ounce of remorse and care in the world as he rode off to the pasture where he was usually working with the other hands. He wasn’t working with Rip because Rip had decided to take a break from work, and spend some time with his family as he sighed softly while he rode the horse at a medium speed and trot.

Y/N’s POV

Standing outside the bunkhouse I started to go inside until I heard Ryan talking with someone. Actually he was doing much more than talking from what I heard. Wrapping my hand around the door knob I opened the door seeing him tangled up in the bed with one of the barrel rodeo girls. "Son of a bitch, Ryan!" I cursed making them both break away.

"Well, well, guess she didn't agree with you, she was just another lay." The girl lying with him scoffed.

Ryan attempted to get his pants that were laying on the ground. Clutching my hands into fists at my sides I felt tears starting to fall down my face. "You are a sick liar…I never should have trusted you."

"Y/n, come on. I didn't mean anything like that." He attempted to explain but I wasn't going to hear it.

"Go to the train station!" Turning on my heels back towards the door more tears were falling down my cheeks at this point. I couldn't believe that I was so stupid to think he cared for me. Grabbing his boots off the floor I chucked them harshly towards his face where he had to duck. Then I slammed the door behind me running up to the main house and into the living room closing the door to cry on the wooden floor.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[ctheathy]

Communities

• = Platonic and/or Pet-like

• = Romantic

• = Suggestive

• = NSFW

Vocaloid [+AUs from any song. Example: The Court Jester!Fukase] :

Hatsune Miku ,, Kagamine Rin ,, Kagamine Len ,, Luka Megurine ,, Meiko ,, Kaito ,, Gumi ,, Fukase ,, Utatane Piko ,, Flower ,, Oliver

The Evillious Chronicles [Daughter/Servant of Evil] AU:

Riliane ‘Rin’ Lucifen d'Autriche ,, Alexiel Lucifen d'Autriche // Allen ‘Len’ Avadonia ,, Kyle ‘Kaito’ Marlon ,, Michaela ‘Miku’ ,, Germaine ‘Meiko’ Avadonia

Baldi's Basics :

Baldi ,, Arts and Crafters ,, Playtime • ,, 1st Prize ,, It's a Bully ,, Principal of the Thing ,, Gotta Sweep ,, Cloudy Copter ,, Beans ,, Chalkles ,, Dr. Reflex ,, Mrs. Pomp ,, The Test ,, Null // filename2 ,, 0th Prize ,, PlaceFace ,, Bladder ,, Johnny

The Powerpuff Girls :

Monster Hunter Stories :

Villains:

Mojo Jojo ,, Brick ,, Boomer ,, Butch ,, Princess Morbucks ,, Fuzzy Lumpkins ,, The Amoeba Boys ,, The Gangreen Gang ,, Sedusa (+Ima GoodLady) ,, Rainbow the Clown//Mr. Mime ,, Abracadaver ,, The Sandman ,, The Gnome ,, Dick Hardly ,, Knock-off Powerpuff Girls ,, Him (+MIH) ,, Owlie Boop ,, Allegro ,, Chelsea ,, Sapna Nehru ,, Packrat ,, The Powerpunk Girls [Berserk, Brat and Brute] ,, The Rowdyright Boys [Blake, Bash and Breaker] ,, The RowdyRouge Girls [Bellicose, Bedlam and Bruiser]

Lute ,, Cheval ,, Lilia ,, Mille ,, Hyoro ,, Genie ,, Itsy-Bits ,, Dr. Manelger • ,, Debli ,, Avinia // Ayuria ,, Gale ,, Kayna ,, Ena ,, Alwin ,, Zellard ,, Reverto ,, Kyle ,, Yoomlana

South Park + Hellpark :

Corpse Party :

Stan Marsh ,, Kyle Broflovski ,, Craig Tucker ,, Clyde Donovan ,, Tweek Tweak ,, Thomas ,, Jacob Hallery ,, Cosette ,, Philip “Pip” Pirrip/Pirrup ,, Damien Thorn ,, Estella Havisham

Toilet-Bound Hanako-Kun :

Satoshi Mochida ,, Yuka Mochida • ,, Seiko Shinohara ,, Naomi Nakashima ,, Ayumi Shinozaki ,, Yoshiki Kishinuma ,, Mayu Suzumoto ,, Sakutaro Morishige ,, Yuuya Kizami ,, Naho Saenoki ,, Sachiko Shinozaki •

Hanako // Amane Yugi ,, Yashiro Nene ,, Kou Minamoto ,, Teru Minamoto ,, Mitsuba Sousuke ,, Aoi Akane ,, Akane Aoi ,, Sakura Nanamine ,, Natsuhiko Hyuga ,, Tsukasa Yugi ,, Tsuchigomori Ryūjirou

The Koopalings + DiC cartoons :

Larry Koopa + Cheatsy Koopa

Morton Jr. Koopa + Big Mouth Koopa

Ludwig Von Koopa + Kooky Von Koopa

Wendy O Koopa + Kootie Pie Koopa

Lemmy Koopa + Hip Koopa •

Care Bears + Movies :

Iggy Koopa + Hop Koopa •

Roy Koopa + Bully Koopa

The Care Bears • ,, Care Bear Cousins • ,, Auntie Freeze • ,, Professor Coldheart • ,, Frostbite ,, No Heart ,, Beastly ,, Shriekeline “Shreeky” No Heart

The Care Bears: Adventure in Wonderland

Alice ,, White Rabbit ,, Caterpillar ,, Cheshire Cat ,, Mad Hatter ,, Stan the Jabberwocky ,, Princess of Wonderland ,, The Wizard of Wonderland ,, Dim & Dum

Care Bears Movie II: A New Generation

Dark Heart ,, Christy ,, Dawn ,, John

Happy Tree Friends :

Cuddles ,, Giggles ,, Toothy ,, Lumpy ,, Petunia ,, Handy ,, Nutty ,, Sniffles ,, Pop ,, Cub • ,, Flaky ,,The Mole ,, Disco Bear ,, Russell ,, Lifty & Shifty ,, Mime ,, Cro Marmot ,, Flippy + Fliqpy ,, Ka Boom ,, Splendid ,, Splendon’t ,, Lammy ,, Mr. Pickles,, Truffles ,, FatKat

Chikn Nuggit :

Chikn Nuggit [+ Demigod form] ,, Cheezborger ‘Chee’ ,, Iscream ,, Slushi ,, Fwench Fwy ,, Sody Pop • ,, Sassparilla ,, Cofi ,, Hawt Saus ,, Bezel ,, Milkshek ,, Old Pea ,, Katsup and Meowstard • ,, Beta!Fwench Fwy ,, Beta!Slushi ,, Beta!Hawt Saus

Angry Birds :

Red ,, Chuck ,, Bomb ,, Matilda ,, The Blues ,, Jake, Jay, Jim • ,, Bubbles ,, Hal ,, Silver ,, Ice Bird ,, Terence ,, Corporal Pig ,, Foreman Pig ,, Chef Pig ,, King Pig ,, Prince Porky ,, Stella ,, Poppy ,, Luca • ,, Willow ,, Dahlia ,, Gale ,, Handsome Pig ,, Artist Pig

Littlest Pet Shop :

Zoe Trent ,, Russell Ferguson [+Cyril McFlip] ,, Minka Mark ,, Penny Ling ,, Vinnie Terrio ,, Sunil Nevla ,, Pepper Clark ,, Buttercream Sundae ,, Sugar Sprinkles ,, Mitzi ,, Shahrukh ,, Madame Pom ,, Delilah Barnsley ,, Scout Kerry ,, Sweet Cheeks ,, Cashmere Biskit ,, Velvet Biskit ,, Blythe Baxter,, Brittany Biskit,, Whittany Biskit

My Little Pony :

G1 AU: >>>

Twilight Sparkle ,, Rarity ,, Pinkie Pie ,, Apple Jack ,, Fluttershy ,, Rainbow Dash ,, Spike ,, Sunset Shimmer ,, Starlight Glimmer ,, Trixie Lulamoon ,, Moondancer ,, Coco Pommel ,, Coloratura ‘Rara’ ,, Maud Pie ,, Limestone Pie ,, Marble Pie ,, Flutterbat ,, Chimera ,, The Diamond Dogs [Rover, Fido, and Spot] ,, Discord ,, Lord Tirek ,, Flurry Heart • ,, Cozy Glow • ,, Snowdrop • ,, Nightmare Moon ,, Daybreaker ,, Queen Chrysalis ,, Unreformed Changelings ,, Thorax ,, Pharynx ,, King Sombra ,, Tantabus ,, The Sphinx ,, Pony of Shadows // Stygian ,, Grogar

Megan Williams ,, Spike • ,, Danny Williams ,, Molly Williams • ,, The Moochick ,, The Bushwoolies ,, The Grundles ,, Sludge ,, G'nash ,, Dinah • ,, Squire Alonzo ,, The Crabnasties ,, Mayor Camembert ,, The Sheriff of Muensterville ,, Pluma [+The Ghost of Paradise Estate] ,, Woebegone ,, Mayve • ,, His Elevated Eminence •

Applejack ,, Bow Tie ,, Ember • ,, Firefly ,, Glory ,, Medley ,, Moondancer ,, Twilight ,, Heart Throb ,, Lickety-Split ,, Posey ,, Gusty ,, Buttons ,, Fizzy ,, Ribbon ,, Galaxy ,, Mimic ,, Gingerbread ,, Magic Star ,, Shady ,, Cherries Jubilee ,, Cupcake ,, Truly ,, Sweet Stuff ,, Wind Whistler ,, North Star ,, Paradise ,, Surprise ,, Lofty ,, Locket ,, Whizzer ,, Masquerade ,, Princess Tiffany ,, Princess Primrose ,, Princess Royal Blue ,, Princess Serena ,, Princess Sparkle ,, Princess Starburst ,, Baby Lickety-Split • ,, Morning Glory ,, Rosedust ,, Honeysuckle ,, Peach Blossom ,, Lily ,, Forget-Me-Not

Scorpan ,, Tirac ,, Beezen ,, The Duchess ,, Knight Shade ,, Zeb ,, Erebus ,, King Charlatan ,, Niblick ,, Draggle ,, Reeka ,, Hydia • ,, Ahgg ,, The Smooze • ,, Squirk ,, Crank ,, The Flores ,, Jewel Wizard ,, Lavan [+crystallized form] ,, Sting ,, Queen Bumble ,, Princess Porcina ,, The Raptorians ,, Crunch the Rockdog ,, The Sqree ,, Somnambula ,, Kyrie ,, Bray ,, Grogar

Seito Kure ,, Boron Makuroshi ,, Toru Garakuta ,, Haruma Neko

Popee The Performer + Chinchikurin :

Popee Paraphone // Hanabishi Kuruwaya ,, Kedamono // Keita Ookami ,, Papi ,, Marifa ,, Eepop (mirror Popee) ,, Onomadek (mirror Kedamono) ,, Nightmare Popee ,, Docter Popee [Phaeton & Me]

The Amazing Digital Circus :

Pomni ,, Caine ,, Bubble • ,, Ragatha ,, Jax ,, Zooble ,, Gangle ,, Kinger ,, Gloink Queen • ,, Dr. Football ,, Moon ,, Sun ,, Paine ,, The Bone Pastor,, Princess Loolilalu ,, Gummigoo ,, The Fudge • ,, Chad ,, Max

Abstracted characters [Digital+abstracted form] :

Kaufmo ,, Queenie ,, Rett (yellow dog) ,, Wriggle (worm on a string) ,, Doz (purple dinosaur) ,, Blonk (pink cyclops) ,, Moppsy (mouse sockpuppet) ,, Yucko (yellow rabbit-like creature) ,, Bizz (polka-dot covered clown)

Fan-made names by Sunnie_Daies on Reddit

Lego Monkie Kid : ••••

MK ‘Monkie Kid’ ,, Mei Dragon ,, Tang ,, Pigsy ,, Sandy ,, Mo • ,, Red Son ,, Demon Bull King ,, Princess Iron Fan ,, Bull clones • ,, Lady Bone Demon (+disguise form) ,, ‘Bai He’ • [little girl] ,, Spider Queen ,, Huntsman ,, Goliath [strong spider] ,, Sun Wukong ‘Monkey King’ ,, Six-Eared Macaque ,, Syntax (+pre-corrupted/human form) ,, The Mayor (+Chief of War) ,, Yin & Jin ,, Guardians of Knowledge • ,, Lion Guardians • ,, Demon Accountant ,, Ne'Zha/Third Lotus prince ,, Erlang Shen ,, Scorpion Queen ,, Azure Lion ,, Peng ,, Yellowtusk ,, Chang'e ,, Tang Sanzang ,, Zhu Bajie ,, Sha Wujing ,, Ao Lie ,, Ao Guang/Dragon of the East ,, Master Subodhi ,, Dragon Attendant ,, Kui Mulang ,, MK [party clone] ,, MK [artist clone] ,, MK [delivery clone] (he won't be obese here...) ,, MK [backup clone] ,, Ink MK ,, Store Owner ,, Li Jing ,, Xiangliu ‘Nine-Headed Demon’ ,, 100-Eyed Demon ,, Nüwa

Ferdinand :

Ferdinand (+young form) ,, Paco ,, Nina • ,, Juan ,, Valiente (+young form) ,, Guapo (+young form) ,, Bones (+young form) ,, Lupe ,, Angus ,, Maquina ,, Una ,, Dos ,, Cuatro ,, Hans ,, Greta ,, Klaus ,, El Primero

Disney movies (will accept all characters of said movie) :

Cuz it's too many characters to write down damn it

19s — Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs ,, The Chronicles of Prydain ,, Bambi ,, Cinderella ,, Alice in Wonderland ,, 101 Dalmatians ,, Peter Pan ,, Sleeping Beauty ,, The Fox and the Hound ,, The Little Mermaid ,, Beauty and the Beast ,, Aladdin ,, Hercules ,, The Lion King ,, Pocahontas ,, The Rescuers Down Under ,, The Hunchback of Notre Dame [fuck Frollo up for me, will you dear? <3] ,, Mulan ,, Tarzan

2000s — The Emperor's New Groove ,, Monsters, Inc. ,, Finding Nemo ,, Pirates of the Caribbean ,, Brother Bear ,, The Incredibles ,, Howl's Moving Castle ,, Ratatouille ,, Up ,, The Princess and The Frog

2010s/2020s — Tangled ,, Frozen ,, Brave ,, Maleficent ,, Inside Out ,, Zootopia ,, Finding Dory ,, Moana/Vaiana ,, Coco ,, Raya and the Last Dragon ,, Luca ,, Encanto

Misc. :

- Reisuke Houjou • [Mirai Nikki // Future Diary]

- Rococo [Omori]

- Tobey McCallister [WordGirl]

- Dr. Sylvester Ashling [Epithet Erased]

- Ahmanet (+alive Ahmanet) ••• [The Mummy]

- The Lamb // Lambert [Cult of the Lamb]

- ENA (+ _____ form) [Joel G]

- Sun [Two Face ,, GH'S Animation]

- Blommy // Bloomy [Fluffffpillow's oc]

- Nabbit [Super Mario Bros]

- Marx (+Marx Soul) [Kirby Milky Way Wishes]

- Manga Marx [Kirby of the Stars! Moretsu Pupupu Hour!]

- Taranza [Kirby: Triple Deluxe]

- Scooby-Doo [Velma Meets the Original Velma]

- Evil [I Eat Pasta For Breakfast by Chibi-Works]

- Eloise Sarah Bellrose ‘Stripes’ [I Eat Pasta For Breakfast by Chibi-Works]

- Patchy the Pirate // Flying Dutchman [SpongeBob SquarePants | The Time Travelling Ghost Pirate Theory] •••

° Rio Ranger (+Rio Laizer)/Toto Noel •••• ,, Sei Satou ••• [Your Turn To Die]

° Monaca Towa ,, Nagisa Shingetsu ,, Jataro Kemuri ,, Masaru Daimon ,, Kotoko Utsugi [Danganronpa // Warriors of Hope]

° Isaac “Zack” Foster ,, Rachel Gardner ,, Edward “Eddie” Mason ,, Daniel “Danny” Dickens ,, Catherine “Cathy” Ward ,, Abraham Grey [Angels of Death // Satsuriku no Tenshi]

° Satou Matsuzaka ,, Shio Kōbe • ,, Asahi Kōbe ,, Taiyō Mitsuboshi ,, Sumire Miyazaki ,, Mitori Tajima ,, Shōko Hida ,, Satou’s aunt • [Happy Sugar Life]

° Eun Sian ,, Chae Yul •••• ,, Chae Yuri ,, Hyun Yujin ,, Min Hyunee [Secret Alliance]

° Aoi Mukou ,, Miyuki Sone ,, Haru [You and Me and He // Totono]

° The Angel •••• - The Demon •••• - The small Demon • [Avogado6]

° Justine Florbelle ,, Aloïs Racine (+pre-torture, +mid-torture) ,, Basile Giroux (+pre-torture, +mid-torture) ,, Malo de Vigny (+pre-torture +mid-torture) [Amnesia: Justine] ••••

° Rush ,, Hide ,, Seek ,, Eyes ,, Halt ,, Ambush ,, Screech • ,, Figure ,, Jack ,, Glitch [Roblox Doors]

° Sharko ,, Marina ,, Zig ,, Bernie ,, The Ghastly Ghost ,, Manic Mermaid ,, King Neptune [Zig & Sharko]

° Oh ,, Gratuity ‘Tip’ Tucci • ,, Pig • ,, Gorg ,, Kyle ,, Captain Smek ,, Boov [Home 2015]

° Pound (+Monstar form) ,, Bang (+Monstar form) ,, Nawt (+Monstar form) ,, Bupkus (+Monstar form) ,, Blanko (+Monstar form) [Space Jam // The Nerdlucks]

° Charmander ,, Squirtle (+Wartortle) ,, Bulbasaur ,, Leader Caterpie ,, Whiskers ,, Gastly • ,, Haunter ,, Flareon ,, Chimchar ,, Turtwig ,, Abomasnow [Starter Squad by Shippiddge]

° Kitsunami the Fennec [Sonic the Hedgehog]

- [Any Tails variant will do tbh] ➴

OG Miles ‘‘Tails” Prower • movie Tails • boom Tails • Anti-Miles • SH/TSAA Tails • (There's something about Knuckles) Tails • Blacksmith • (Tails’ Dark Diary) Tails • WWMH Miles • Nine • Mangey • Sails • Tails.EXE • starved Tails • Inner Tails • Ali Baba • Tailsop • Tails-Zilla • Tails Doll • Metal Tails • Luther • (Tails Gets Trolled) Tails • AOSTH Tails • Zails the Zone Cop • pinball/brainwashed Tails • Requital (The Sonic Oddities) • (Sonic Prime) Tails • (The Ankh) Hologram Tails/Hollow • (Operation Crimson) Tails • (Operation Crimson) Flor • Tails emo AU (Kayla Green)

May add more in the future ...

[rainypixarcinemahorse]

The angry birds movie (toon style) my version.

Here is my Version of the toonstyle of the angry birds movie featuring characters from both Animated and anime tv shows.

Red- Natsu Dragneel

Chuck - Meliodas

Bomb - Gray fullbuster

King Leonard - Chef Hatchet

Matilda - Levy mcgarden

Terrence - Gajeel redfox

Hal - Monkey D. Luffy

Bubbles - Numbuh 4

Stella - Ai Hoshino

Mighty Eagle - Gildarts Clive

Judge peckinpah - Makarov Dreyar

Ross - Porky Pig

Cyrus - Jimmy Gourd

Jay, Jake and Jim - Owen, (Tdr style), Aqua hoshino ( kid), Junior Asparagus

Dylan - Cody (TDR style)

Timothy - Otto (Time squad)

Eva - Didi pickles

Edward - Stu pickles

Willow - Vivi

Poppy - Bridgette

Shirley - Pinako Rockbell

Dahlia - Nami

Olive Blue - Lisa Asparagus

Greg blue - Mike asparagus

Hug trader - Bepo

Mime - Bon clay

Samantha - Beth (TDR style)

Ariana - Asuka conell

Lily - Carla (Rio 2)

Petunia - Ella (TDR style)

Zoe - Ruby Hoshino (Kid)

Chef pig - Kaku

Foreman pig - Foxy

Silver - Lucy Heartfilia

Courtney - Shizuka Mikazuki

Garry - Law

Zeta - Donna (the cleveland show)

Debbie - Dijonay Jones

Pinky - Witch regret

[docrotten]

GREMLINS (1984) – Episode 250 – Decades Of Horror 1980s

“Ai-yah. You teach him to watch TV?” Do you mean there was a fourth rule? Join your faithful Grue Crew – Chad Hunt, Bill Mulligan, Crystal Cleveland, and Jeff Mohr, along with guest host Ralph Miller – as they take an effects-focused dive into Joe Dante’s Gremlins (1984).

Decades of Horror 1980s Episode 250 – Gremlins (1984)

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Decades of Horror 1980s is partnering with the WICKED HORROR TV CHANNEL (https://wickedhorrortv.com/) which now includes video episodes of 1980s and is available on Roku, AppleTV, Amazon FireTV, AndroidTV, and its online website across all OTT platforms, as well as mobile, tablet, and desktop.

A young man inadvertently breaks three important rules concerning his new pet and unleashes a horde of malevolently mischievous monsters on a small town.

  Director: Joe Dante

Writer: Chris Columbus

Produced by:

Michael Finnell (producer) (produced by)

Kathleen Kennedy (executive producer)

Frank Marshall (executive producer)

Steven Spielberg (executive producer)

Music by: Jerry Goldsmith

Cinematography by: John Hora (director of photography)

Editing by: Tina Hirsch

Casting By: Susan Arnold

Production Design by: James H. Spencer

Special Effects:

Chris Walas (creator: Gremlins) 

Bob MacDonald Jr. (special effects foreman)

R.A. MacDonald (special effects supervisor) (as Bob MacDonald Sr.)

Selected Cast:

Hoyt Axton as Randall Peltzer

John Louie as Chinese Boy

Keye Luke as Grandfather

Don Steele as Rockin’ Ricky Rialto (voice)

Susan Burgess as Little Girl

Scott Brady as Sheriff Frank

Arnie Moore as Pete’s Father

Corey Feldman as Pete

Harry Carey Jr. as Mr. Anderson

Zach Galligan as Billy

Dick Miller as Mr. Futterman

Phoebe Cates as Kate

Polly Holliday as Mrs. Deagle

Belinda Balaski as Mrs. Harris

Edward Andrews as Mr. Corben

Judge Reinhold as Gerald Hopkins

Chuck Jones as Mr. Jones

Glynn Turman as Roy Hanson

Tracy Wells as Schoolchild

Jonathan Banks as Deputy Brent

Frank Welker as Stripe / Mogwai / Gremlins (voice)

Howie Mandel as Gizmo (voice)

Fred Newman as Mogwai / Gremlins (voice)

Mark Dodson as Mogwai / Gremlins (voice)

Michael Winslow as Mogwai / Gremlins (voice)

Peter Cullen as Mogwai / Gremlins (voice)

Bob Bergen as Mogwai / Gremlins (voice) (as Bob Berger)

Michael Sheehan as Mogwai / Gremlins (voice) (as Mike Sheehan)

Bob Holt as Mogwai / Gremlins (voice)

Richard Carlson as Dr. Research (archive footage) (uncredited)

Jerry Goldsmith as Man in Telephone Booth Glancing at Camera (uncredited)

William Schallert as Father Bartlett (uncredited)

Steven Spielberg as Man in Electric Wheelchair (uncredited)

Kenneth Tobey as Mobil Gas Station Attendant (uncredited)

Effects artist Ralph Miller joins the Grue-Crew to add his experience working on Gremlin’s creature crew, led by Chris Walas, the designer of Mogwai and the gremlins. Though the crew focuses on the film’s effects, they also delve into the cast, cameos, crew, and behind-the-scenes stories. 

In July 2014, Doc Rotten and Thomas Mariani covered Gremlins before the Monster Movie Podcast became Decades of Horror 1980s. Check it what they had to say at this link: 

Monster Movie Podcast Episode 68 – Gremlins 1984

As of 21 January 2024, Gremlins is available for streaming from many PPV sites and on physical media in 4K Ultra HD and Blu-ray formats. 

Every two weeks, Gruesome Magazine’s Decades of Horror 1980s podcast will cover another horror film from the 1980s. The next episode’s film, chosen by Jeff, will be Slaughterhouse (1987). They may need a shower after this one.

Please let them know how they’re doing! They want to hear from you – the coolest, grooviest fans – so leave them a message or comment on the Gruesome Magazine Youtube channel, on the Gruesome Magazine website, or email the Decades of Horror 1980s podcast hosts at feedback@gruesomemagazine.com.

Check out this episode!

[govikingsblog]

1975 Viking - Packer game at a snowy Met. #10 is Fran Tarkenton. #44 is Chuck Foreman. #35 is Robert Miller. At center hiking the ball is Mick Tingelhoff.

[mattydemise]

Worked out hard with the weights yesterday so haven’t picked them up again today. Went out and hit the heavy bag for about an hour until my shoulders and back were molten with overwork. Focused on the motion and fluidity of my movements. My footwork is good but it could always be better. Good footwork and form is half the battle, the other part is keeping your fucking hands up. Go chuck on some old tapes, back in the golden era with Ali and Foreman, men never dropped their guard. Even in the late 1980s and early 1990s, go back and look at Tyson, his head movements and guard and impeccable, even fighters like Tommy Morrison held up strong. Put on some recent tape and boxers are always dropping guard. When the fuck did that happen? Mayweather is a good example of someone that guards so well it wins him round and after round. In the second half of his career, he became the exemplar of hands up, stand up. Fucked his wrist, lost his power, and then changed his strategy to become the best defensive boxer of all-time. Pernell Whitaker was an exceptional defensive boxer, too. Wladimir Klitschko was great in defence but didn't lack power and the ability to throw hands when he needed too. Pull up the tape and watch the masters work. Footwork and form are the hardest aspects of boxing to master. If you want to see someone with an innate mastery of movement go watch a clip on YouTube called ‘Franco Columbu Being A Badass’. It’s Franco jumping rope and hitting a heavy bag with absolute precision. That’s why he was able to transpose that gift into his bodybuilding career. The man was a naturally gifted athlete. Ranked number fifth in the world in the first ever offical World’s Strongest Man competition and still to this day the shortest man (5′5″) to hold such a high ranking in the competition. Franco is pound-for-pound the strongest professional bodybuilder in history. All of these men, paragons of physical achievement and mastery. I’m proud every time I pick up a weight and throw a well-timed, accurate punch. I think back on the generations of men that’ve come before me that’ve mastered their craft and succeeded. They succeeded and left a legacy and thus I must follow in their footsteps.

[greghatecrimes]

Dying at work in different ways than I was this time last year, but we continue to make it better with self indulgent headcanons: for me, 6x12 is THE autistic Thirteen episode ever lol. I've said before that this argument between Foreman and Thirteen is super meltdown-esque to me. Foreman has to immediately run into surgery after that, but Thirteen got kicked off the case, so she has nowhere she has to be. I like to imagine she goes straight to House's office (empty, just how she wants it to be), shuts the door, locks it, turns off all the lights, closes the blinds, and then curls up in that armchair he has in the corner for as long as it takes her to calm down and re-regulate. Wilson eventually walks past diagnostics and has to do a double take, because House is actually sitting in the outer office throwing his tennis ball at the wall instead of messing around on his computer in the other room. Wilson's like "What are you doing here?"

"I work here." House chucks his ball at the wall again and catches it lazily in one hand when it bounces back towards him. He's fully aware of who's in his office and why, and he's absolutely unbothered by it.

"Very funny. You knew what I meant. Why aren't you avoiding work and brooding in your office?"

House just nods towards the closed blinds covering the glass walls, and says, "Occupied."

[jacobsneed]

OC CHARACTER ASSIGNMENT

tagged by the wonderful @trench-rot a d @adelaidedrubman to do this quiz

tagging @detectivelokis @josephseedismyfather @poisonedtruth and anyone else who wants to do this :) <3

Marge Simpson (The Simpsons)

Nani Pelekai (Lilo and Stitch)

Sheriff Truman (Twin Peaks)

Kitty Foreman (That 70's Show)

Marmee March (Little Women)

Kevin Ball (Shameless)

Donkey (Shrek)

Gene Belcher (Bob's Burgers)

Pamela Poovey (Archer)

Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

Rei Ayanami (NGE)

Brandon Stark (Game of Thrones)

Chuck McGill (Better Call Saul)

Melisandre (Game of Thrones)

Bonnie Winterbottom (How to Get Away With Murder)

Alex Vause (Orange is the New Black)

Mallory Archer (Archer)

Ramona Vega (Hustlers)

Dennis Reynolds (It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia)

Tyler Durden (Fight Club)

Abed Nadir (Community)

Klaus Baudelaire (A Series of Unfortunate Events)

Violet Parr (The Incredibles)

Dr. Spencer Redid (Criminal Minds)

Suzuha Amane (Steins;Gate)

Tess Ocean (Ocean's 11)

Meadow Sporano (The Sopranos)

Allison Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

Rose DeWitt Bukater (Titanic)

Caroline Forbes (The Vampire Diaries)

[evilista]

I had the most batshit crazy dream. House MD/Supernatural crossover.

House had somehow watched all 15 seasons of SPN in season 7 of House and diagnosed Chuck with homophobia because he won't let Dean have a boyfriend and be a happy housewife like he clearly wants to be.

And Chuck is like "Hey! I've dated guys before!"

"Prove it! Make out with Chase right now!"

"Wait what? How did I get pulled into this?!"

"Shut up, you're in your slut era and only sleeping with women, you're cutting out half your options to be a whore!"

Chuck is sputtering and going "You can't talk to me like this I'm God!"

"Huh?" Confused catholic noises from Chase.

"Oh fine, I have to do everything myself around here!" House grabbed and kissed Chase.

Everyone is staring and confused.

House stopped making out long enough to order Taub and Foreman to start kissing, they need to hit critical levels of gay to kill god.

Then Wilson walked in and Chuck just exploded.

House grinned, "House 1 billion, god zero!"

[aspenmissing]

𝙿𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

Dean is sleeping on his stomach, and Y/N is sitting on the bed next to him, a book in hand. As the door opens, Dean awakens and slips a hand under his pillow for a weapon. As he turns to look, he sees Sam entering, carrying coffee and pastries.

"Morning, sunshine," Sam says, handing Y/N her coffee and pastry.

"Thanks, Sammy," Y/N smiles, placing her book down.

"What time is it?" Dean mutters, still tired.

"Uh, it's about five forty-five."

"In the morning?"

"Yep!" Y/N chuckles.

"Where does the day go?" Dean sits up. "Did you get any sleep last night?"

"Yeah, I grabbed a couple of hours."

"Liar. ' Because I was up at three, and you were watching the George Foreman infomercial," Y/N says.

"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV."

"When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"

"I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal."

"Yeah, it is."

"Look, I appreciate your concern."

"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep our asses alive," Dean says, pointing to him and Y/N. "So we need you sharp," Sam shrugs.

"Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?" Sam crosses the room and sits on the bed Y/N's on, handing a coffee to Dean.

"Yeah. But it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know. This job. Man, it gets to you."

"You can't let it. You can't bring it home like that."

"So, what? All this... it never keeps you two up at night." Dean and Y/N shake their heads. "Never? You're never afraid?"

"No, not really," Dean and Y/N say in unison. Sam reaches under Dean's pillow to pull out a large hunting knife, then reaches under Y/N's pillow to pull out a handgun, holding them both up as evidence. Dean takes the knife back as Sam gives Y/N her gun back.

"That's not fear. This is a precaution."

"All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue." Y/N's phone rings, and she answers it.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, it's, uh, it's Jerry Panowski. You, your brother, and your dad helped me out a couple of years ago."

"Oh, right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania, the poltergeist thing. It's not back, is it?"

"No. No. Thank God, no. But it's something else, and... uh, I think it could be a lot worse."

"What is it?" Y/N turns serious.

"Can we talk in person?" Y/N eyes, Dean and Sam. They looked back.

==

"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favour, not the other way around. These two and your dad helped me out."

"Yeah, she told me. It was a poltergeist." Sam says, gesturing to Y/N.

"Damn right, it was a poltergeist who practically tore our house apart. Tell you something: if it weren't for these two and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?"

"Yeah, I was. I'm taking some time off."

"Well, he was really proud of you. I could tell. He talks about you all the time."

"He did?" He glances at Y/N, who nods with a smile.

"Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey, you know, I tried to get a hold of him, but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?"

"He's, um, wrapped up in a job right now," Dean says.

"Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh?" The twins laugh.

"No, not by a long shot."

"I got something for you guys to hear." They walk into the office. "I listened to this, and, well, it sounded like it was up your alley." Jerry puts the CF on the drive. "Normally, I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours."

"Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britannia 2485—immediate instruction help! United Britannia 2485, I copy your message:May be experiencing some mechanical failure... There is a loud whooshing sound."

"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure. The cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people were on board. Only seven got out alive. The pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh, well, he's pretty broken up about it. Like it was his fault."

"You don't think it was?" Sam asks.

"No, I don't."

"Jerry, we're going to need passenger manifests—um, a list of survivors," Y/N asks.

"All right."

"And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" Dean adds on.

"The other stuff is no problem. But the wreckage... fellas, the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance." Dean frowns.

"No problem."

==

Y/N and Sam are waiting by the car outside a copyjack. Dean exits and goes over to the two.

"You've been in there forever." Dean holds up three IDs.

"You can't rush perfection."

"Homeland Security?" Sam takes one of the IDs, and Y/N takes another. "That's pretty illegal, even for us."

"Yeah, well, it's something new. Do you know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." They get in the car. "All right, so, what do you get?"

"Well, there's EVP on the cockpit voice recorder," Sam says.

"Yeah?" Y/N questions.

"Listen." Sam plays the tape, which has been edited to pull out a scratchy voice.

"No survivors!"

"No survivors? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors," Dean says.

"Got me."

"So, what are you thinking? A haunted flight?" Y/N says.

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travellers."

"Mm-hmm."

"Or remember flight 401?" Sam asks.

"Right. The one that crashed, the airline salvaged some of its parts, put it in other planes, and then the spirit of the pilot and co-pilot haunted those flights," Y/N says.

"Right."

"Yep."

"Maybe we have a similar deal."

"All right, so, survivors, which one do you want to talk to first?" Y/N asks.

"Third on the list: Max Jaffey."

"Why him?" Dean asks.

"Well, for one, he's from around here. And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did," Sam replies.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, I spoke to his mother," Sam says. Max nods. "And she told me where to find him."

==

The Impala is parked in front of the gate to a building with a sign out front reading ‘RIVERFRONT PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL’.

==

Max is walking with a cane between Sam and Y/N, and Dean is walking on the other side of Sam.

"I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security.”

"Right. Some new information has come up. So, if you could just answer a couple of questions, Y/N asks.

"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything unusual?"

"Like what?"

"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe. Voices," Dean asks.

"No, nothing."

"Mr. Jaffey..." Y/N coughs, glaring at Dean.

"Jaffey," Max says.

"Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?" Y/N says. Max nods. "Can I ask why?"

"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash.”

"Uh-huh. And that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of."

Dean says.

"I... I don't want to talk about this anymore.”

"See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what.”

"No. No, I was delusional. Seeing things," Max says.

"He was seeing things," Dean says.

"It's okay. Then just tell us what you thought you saw, please," Sam says.

"There was...this-man. And, uh, he had these...eyes—these, uh, black eyes. And I saw him—or I thought I saw him."

"What?"

"He opened the emergency exit. But that's...that's impossible, right? I mean, I looked it up. There's something like two tonnes of pressure on that door.”

"Yeah."

"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage." Y/N says.

"What are you, nuts?" Sam tilts his head. "He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me."

==

The Impala pulls up in front of a house.

"So here we are. George Phelps, seat 20C."

"Hmm. Man, I don't get how strong you are," Dean says as they get out of the car. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, there is no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight.”

"Not if you're human. But maybe this guy, George, was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe in human form," Y/N says.

"Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" Y/N turns to look at the perfectly ordinary house.

===

Dean, Sam, and Y/N sit across from Mrs. Phelps. Sam is looking at a framed photograph.

"This is your late husband?" Sam asks.

"Yes, that was my George.”

"And you said he was a... dentist?"

"Mm-hm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was terrified to fly? For him to go like that."

"How long were you married?" Y/N asks.

"Thirteen years," she replies.

"In all that time, did you ever notice anything strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?"

"Well, uh, he had acid reflux, if that's what you mean." Y/N quietly sighs, and the three look at each other.

===

"I mean, it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense.”

"A middle-aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified. You know what we need to do is get inside the NTSB warehouse and check out the wreckage," Dean says.

"Okay. But if we're going to go that route, we'd better look for the part.”

==

Dean and Sam exit a store, wearing crisp black suits with white shirts. Sam adjusts his collar.

"Man, I look like one of the Blues brothers," Dean says.

"No, you don't. You look more like a... seventh grader at his first dance," a voice says. They turn around to see Y/N, also dressed for the occasion, smiling. Dean just glares at her.

"I hate this thing."

"Hey. You want to go into that warehouse or not?" Sam asks. They walk over to the Impala.

==

They enter the warehouse and show their badges to the security guard, who nods and lets them in. As they are walking among the plane wreckage, Y/N pulls out a device and puts earbuds in his ears.

"What is that?" Sam asks.

"It's an EMF meter. Reads electromagnetic frequencies," Dean replies.

"Yeah, I know what an EMF metre is, but why does that one look like a busted-up Walkman?"

"Because that's what he made it out of. It's homemade," Y/N says as Dean grins.

"Yeah, I can see that." Y/N laughs when she sees Dean's grin disappear. Y/N runs the EMF metre over a piece of the wreckage with yellow dust on it and gets an audible spike.

"Check out the emergency door handle." Y/N scratches at the yellow dust and gets some on his hand. "What is this stuff?"

"One way to find out." Sam scrapes some of the yellow dust off into a bag.

==Outside==

Two agents in black suits approach the security desk and show their badges.

"Homeland Security? What, one team of you guys isn't enough?" The security guard asks.

"What are you talking about?"

"Three of your buddies went inside not five minutes ago. Two males and a smoking hot lady." The two agents look at each other.

==

The agents and several security guards busted in, guns down, and searched. Sam, Dean, and Y/N hear them coming. The agents and guards see nothing.

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N peer around a corner and walk out casually. An alarm blares, and they run to the gated exit. Pulling off his suit jacket, Dean throws it over the barbed wire at the top of the fence. Y/N does the same with her heels, and they climb over. Dean and Y/N grab the belongings they threw over.

"Well, these monkey suits do come in handy.”

"But heels do not," Y/N says as the two run off, followed by Sam.

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N are in full research mode, with images and articles taped to the wall and strewn across the beds, and Sam is looking at something on the computers. Dean is reading something on one bed while sitting on the other. Y/N is looking at the articles that are taped to the walls.

"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right? I mean Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it."

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this," Dean says.

"Well, that's not exactly true. You see, according to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and man-made. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease," Y/N says as Sam looks over, astonished.

"What, I like Japanese culture?"

"And this one causes plane crashes?" Dean gets up as Y/N walks up to Sam. "All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count."

"Yeah. You know, who knows how many places it's brought down before this one?" Dean snorts and turns away. "What.”

"I don't know, man. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, demons don't want anything, just death and destruction for their own sake. This is big. And I wish Dad was here."

"Yeah. Me too." Y/N also nodded in agreement. Her phone then rings, and she answers it.

"Hello?"

"Y/N, it's Jerry.”

"Oh, hey, Jerry."

"My pilot friend, Chuck Lambert, is dead."

"Wha-Jerry, I'm sorry. What happened?"

"He and his buddy went up in a small twin about an hour ago. The plane went down."

"Where'd this happen?"

"About sixty miles west of here, near Nazareth."

"I'll try to ignore the irony in that."

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing. Jerry, hang in there, all right? We'll catch up with you soon." Y/N hangs up.

"Another crash?" Sam asks.

"Yeah. Let's go."

"Where?" Dean asks.

"Nazareth."

==

Jerry is again looking through a microscope.

"Sulphur?" Jerry nods. "Well, that's great. All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him.”

"With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, that would be the good news," Sam says.

"What's the bad news?" Y/N asks.

"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into the flight. And get this, so did flight 2485."

"Forty minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asks.

"It's biblical numerology. You know Noah's ark; it rained for forty days. The number means death," Y/N explains.

"I went back, and there have been six planes crashed over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in."

"No survivors," Dean mutters. Y/N thinks.

"It's going after all the survivors. It's trying to finish the job.”

==

Y/N is driving. Sam is on the phone. Dean is sitting shotgun, looking through some papers.

"Really? Well, thank you for taking our survey, and if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." Sam hangs up. "All right. That takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon.”

"So, our only wildcard is the flight attendant Amanda Walker," Dean says.

"Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight p.m. It's her first night back on the job.”

"That sounds like just good luck."

"Y/N, this is a five-hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel," Sam says, glancing her way.

"Call Amanda's cell phone again; see if we can't head her off at the pass," Y/N says.

"I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cell phone off," Sam says.

"God, we're never going to make it," Dean says.

"We'll make it."

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For the Character ask: Foreman Spike. 😏

You know AAALLLL about my thoughts on him, but for all of China, let's begin B)

favorite thing about them What an absolute, pain in the ass, frustration and brain damage inducing penicular fellow he is in Wrecking Crew. And I love it. Design wise, his big goofy nose and cool shades and big beard :>

least favorite thing about them The hang ups officially and on the fandom side about him.

favorite line Mans put his whole heart and soul into that "IT'S A MEEEE!!!" But also if I'm allowed to do this, "Wow, Chuck Norris?" from the fic never fails to get a laugh out of me

brOTP With Mario and Luigi, them all reconciling over the past issues and brain damage and being homies is all I want. Also Gao the king Gotchawrench

OTP You know DAMN well, him and his goblin snifit wife of cours-

nOTP Uhh idk him and Bowser, but that's like half of literally every notp I have in this series. Yeah it exists, yeah I wish I didn't know it did.

random headcanon He is absolutely related to Booster in some way, and nobody can convince me otherwise

unpopular opinion I don't think Blackie was a bad name. It was like a pirate thing, obviously referencing his beard.

song i associate with them Once again, you will get no explanation from me

favorite picture of them

Image I can hear, and it also lives rent free in my mind.