#doc sasquatch

[vertigoartgore]

Alex Ross's 2018-2021 cover run on the Immortal Hulk series (2/2).

[comicsiswild]

Daredevil (2022) #6

[comicwaren]

From Miles Morales: Spider-Man Vol. 2 #023, “Birds of a Feather: Part One”

Art by Federico Vicentini and Bryan Valenza

Written by Cody Ziglar

[extraordinary-heroes]

Gamma Flight #1 (Cover art by Kaare Andrews)

[chronivore]

Doc Sasquatch. Formerly Doc Samson. Revived in the body of Alpha Flight's Sasquatch.

[gnome-adjacent-vagabond]

Psst hey *pulls you closer* Canon middle-aged queer relationships and multiple canon queer/queer-coded characters. *lets you go* Go watch Venture Bros.

There are WAY more than these but I can't put em all up here because queer coding is up to interpretation. I say that everyone in Venture Bros is queer until proven straight but that's just me.

I wrote a whole-ass essay and then accidentally deleted it so the wording on this will probably be off, but it feels important so I'm gonna try be succinct.

Minor spoilers ahead! Skip paragraph three if you don't want those, then resume on paragraph four.

Full disclosure, this is a show that started in the early 2000s and has a LOT of issues in the first few seasons as well as a couple in the later seasons. There are transphobic and homophobic jokes, ableism, racism, and sexism. Sergeant Hatred is a walking trigger warning for about three seasons straight. It goes without saying but I'll say it anyway: DON'T watch this show if you have multiple triggers or are easily offended.

Having said that, these writers realized the problems with what they were writing and have worked to remedy those issues through commentary, retconning, and public acknowledgement of the early seasons' failings. Their opinions evolve and so does the show.

Shore Leave is a flamboyantly gay man who was initially intended to be a one-off joke about the G.I. Joe series and the Village People. Instead he has morphed into a three-dimensional character who presents comfortably as both masculine and feminine. He's in a loving relationship with another gay man, Al, who is flamboyant but tends to be a little less flashy. Steve Summers and Sasquatch have been a happy couple for years now--and all because the epitome of toxic masculinity, Brock Samson, helps them find a quiet cabin away from the government hunting them. Brock's mentor, Hunter Gathers, is a canonically detransitioned trans woman who struggles with her identity throughout the show (I'm still waiting for her to retransition despite the show's cancellation). Hank is perfectly at ease in a hyperfeminine strength suit, and Dean also goes through identity struggles that are never played for laughs and are heavily if not explicitly queer-coded. Vendata's queerness is understated and exists simply as a fact rather than being joked about. Sky Pilot is similar, though slightly more in Shore Leave's camp in terms of presentation. Sheila and the Monarch are self-proclaimed swingers and could be read to be in a poly relationship with Gary, their henchman. Debbie St. Simone has a rather homoerotic obsession with Sheila and is almost definitely bisexual.

The Venture Bros universe is full of queer rep, and the creators of the show write it in with intention. Doc Hammer and Jackson Publick talk about wanting it to be treated as fact rather than completely defining each of their characters--they talk about how few women are in the show and why (Johnny Quest and G.I. Joe, the inspirations for Venture Bros, are heavily malecentric and there's constant homoeroticism in them for that reason). They acknowledge the flaws and work to improve themselves and their writing. This has culminated in a surprisingly moving series about love, death, grief, trauma, and change that radiates queer subtext from any angle--especially Dean's journey.

Try the show at least up to season 4. The first three seasons are on Netflix and the rest are on Adult Swim. If you still don't like it, that's fine. Thank you for trying! Just know that it's out there and that it's an example of how human beings can change and become better people. Doc Hammer and Jackson Publick aren't perfect and neither is the Venture Bros, but for what it is it's a damn fun (shockingly so) show.

[randomfoggytiger]

Do you have a list of comfort fics? Not them comforting each other but for when you're feeling wrecked and you just need something lovely to make it better?

randomfoggytiger's Comfort Fics

I'm not joking: I've reread more fics than I'll ever read new ones. My usual routine is to pop open Google docs, select an author, and mow down their list.

These three pieces were the ones that started it all; but I forgot to include @seek-its-opposite's photosensitivity. A+s, all of 'em.

Authors that I can't single out comfort fics from and can't tag because Tumblr is restricting my tag options: @baronessblixen, @settle-down-frohike, @onpaperfirst, @markwatneyandenesemble, Lapsed_Scholar, Apostrophic, @ghostbustermelanieking, @o6666666, touchstoneaf, @welsharcher, @scenes-in-between, @mldrgrl, @spooky-nerd, @melforbes, etc.

**Note**: Will ghost edit later~

PART I

Bittersweet Comfort Fics

misslucyjane's Scully seeks insomnia advice from Mulder, and Mulder dies, then lovingly watches Scully live the rest of her life

Kipler's cancer arc set casefile involving WWII vets and letters

melforbes's cancer arc Mulder takes his new bride to the sea for her last spring, and Pre-IWTB Mulder and Scully finally have a home

MldrItsMe's AU Redux II Scully is REALLY suffering, and Sein und Zeit Mulder's suicidal confessions

@discordantwords's Mulder and Scully are almost killed by the Fiji mermaid

mixiz877's Mulder and Scully fight off a gryphon

@fbismostunwanted1158's Scully is beaten down ala Stella Gibson in The Fall

Joyce's S5 AU Mulder is killed, comes back to life to save Scully, and Mulder dies but stays as Scully's partner solving cases with her (Part 1, Part 2, and-- my favorite of the three-- its Halloween sequel)

@teethnbone's post Travelers fic with Mulder and Scully

@sarie-fairy's AU Tithonus love confession, Post Milagro Scully realizing what it feels like to be Mulder, and Post The Unnatural Scully is bleeding out on a failed Sasquatch hunt

@sigritandtheelves's Post Monday Scully remembers Mulder's death

whatliesabove's Post Milagro Scully stays dead (or does she?)

ChaneenW's Pre-IVF arc Mulder is shot into a parallel timeline, reliving the Small Potatoes adventure with Scully

dee_ayy's post Amor Fati recovery fic (with baseball)

@bohoartist's Sein und Zeit through Scully's eyes, and Post Closure Scully rescues a photo of baby Mulder

Lolabeegood's AU where S8 Mulder is returned with false memories (would also recommend Lolabee's IWTB era fics, btw.)

@dreamingofscully's AU S9 Skinner entices Mulder back into profiling... and it doesn't end well

@television-overload's Pre-IWTB Mulder surprises Scully with a baseball field (and his old self again)

@queeenpersephone's AU where IWTB Scully stuck it out with Mulder

@danascullysjournal's Post IWTB bonding fic between a discouraged Mulder and uplifting Scully

@kateyes224's Mulder and Scully content in their UH, and Mulder sells the UH, and Scully buys it

@realmofextremepossibility's Breakup Mulder waiting for Scully's return Part I and Part II.

vulcanscully's Post Breakup Scully stops hearing from Mulder and assumes the worst

enigmaticdr's AU post IWTB Scully thinks she has cancer again (she's pregnant), Breakup Mulder is defeated at their anniversary dinner, AU where Revival Scully gets cancer, and The Revival baby laughs for the first time

prufrockslove's AU Mulder is a Welsh prince, Scully is his betrothed bride, and lots of Prince John high court drama ensues (part I of a sweeping, interconnecting AU series)

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

[moetrash]

Other RSV Spirit's Eve costumes ideas

Since it's October, and just over a year since the RSV seasonal outfits mod was released, I thought it'd be fun to share some of the costume ideas we didn't end up going with from our brainstorming doc. These ideas were ultimately passed over for a variety of reasons (already worn by a different npc, too real world-specific, liked a different option better, etc.), but still would've been great to see... soooo here you go!

(If a character isn't listed, that's just bc we didn't have any extra ideas for them. Also, in case you wanted a refresher, here's a list of the costumes we did end up going with! Also also, bc I can't help myself, I added in some ideas as I was making this post - those ones are in [brackets].)

aguar: doc brown/mad scientist

anton: running forrest gump, the dude, jack sparrow, [flynn rider]

ariah: wendy darling, elle woods, ruth bader ginsburg

bryle: peaky blinders gangster, aaron burr from hamilton, [top gun maverick]

carmen: cat in the hat, mike wazowski, oompa loompa, sasquatch

corine: lara croft

daia: [chun li]

faye: anything heidi klum has done for halloween bc she's extra like that

flor: gwen from ben10, human ariel (in the "kiss the girl" outfit)

ian: scottish highlander (a la jamie from outlander)

irene: retro carhop, carmen sandiego, bo peep, the house from up, coraline

jeric: [ups delivery man (but the sexy kind, a la legally blonde)]

june: roronoa zoro, kaneki ken/sasaki haise, [prince zuko], [jack skellington (but with makeup, not a mask)]

keahi: [sonic the hedgehog]

kiarra: ghostbuster (the kate mckinnon one), prince charming

kiwi: kutie krab from spongebob

lenny: beetlejuice, inflatable dinosaur, macho man randy savage

louie: prairie king, [buzz lightyear], [minecraft diamond armor]

maddie: handmaid's tale uniform, marie curie (then proceeds to get mad at everyone for not recognizing her costume)

maive: queen of hearts

pika: jason momoa's aquaman, sinbad (from the 2003 movie)

sean: the local ridgeside legend of the local kiwi fruit, [car dealership dancing air tube]

sonny: charlie chaplin, vincent van gogh

torts: stegosaurus

ysabelle: britney spears from "hit me baby one more time" or "oops i did it again"

anton and paula: [victor van dort and the corpse bride], [woody & jessie]

ariah and louie: [baseball uniforms from a league of their own]

corine and ysa: kim possible and shego, dionne and cher from clueless, [elphaba and glinda], [storm and mystique]

bryle and faye: captain america and black widow, [bonnie & clyde]

bryle and jeric: super troopers cop and reno! 911 lt. dangle cop (without a wig, so just slutty, basically)

faye and ysa: [anna and elsa], [poison ivy and harley quinn (from the animated series)]

freddie and lola: quasimodo and esmeralda

ian and sean: [shrek and donkey]

keahi and trinnie: sharkboy and lava girl, pokemon to match blair and sean (probably meowth and jigglypuff (trinnie insisted on being a cute pokemon even though jigglypuff's not part of team rocket))

kimpoi and malaya: easter bunny and tooth fairy, popeye and olive oyl

maddie, corine, and ysa: [sanderson sisters], [totally spies]

philip and shiro: [mario and luigi], [purple cobra and average joe uniforms (from dodgeball)], [dug and russell (from up)]

sean and blair: rock'em sock'em robots and they just beat each other up the whole time, [chuck and tiffany], [bluey and bingo], [thing 1 and thing 2]

sonny and irene: lumiere and mrs. potts (bc they're the help)

yuuma and naomi: [minions], [ash ketchum and a low-effort pikachu]

I'm curious to hear others' ideas too, so if you have any, feel free to share in the reblogs/replies! ^^

[disneytva]

Disney Networks - August 2024 Highlights

FRIDAY, AUGUST 2

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Marvel’s Spidey and his Amazing Friends “Go Dino-Webs Go!/Ghost in the Museum” (3-15) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/8:30-9:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“Go Dino-Webs Go!” – With the help of Reptil, Team Spidey gets new dino powers to defeat Gobby’s Dino-Mech.

“Ghost in the Museum” – Team Spidey must stop a ghost that’s stealing from the museum.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Disney Jr.’s Ariel “The Clean Team/Clamming Up” (1-03) (9:00-9:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/10:00-10:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“The Clean Team” – Despite King Triton’s warning, Ariel uses magic to clean her room.

“Clamming Up” – Ariel and her friends befriend a shy clam.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 3

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Primos “Summer of Pam/Summer of La Trabajadora” (1-04) (9:00-9:30 a.m. EDT, TV-Y7)

“Summer of Pam” – Tater is thrilled to get her very first zit.

“Summer of La Trabajadora” – Tater shadows her cool cousin Lita as she goes about her three jobs.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Primos “Summer of La Madriguera/Summer of Los Pollos Hermanos” (1-05) (9:30-10:00 a.m. EDT, TV-Y7)

“Summer of La Madriguera” – With “Tater’s Corner” overrun by primos, Tater hunts for a hiding place to call her own.

“Summer of Los Pollos Hermanos” – Nachito transfers his hero worship from Big Nacho to Tater.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD ZOMBIES: The Re-Animated Series “Reality Check, Please!/Their Guy Sasquatch” (1-11) (10:00-10:30 a.m. EDT, TV-G)

“Reality Check, Please!” – Mothership produces a reality show starring all of A-spen’s friends.

“Their Guy Sasquatch” – Eliza gets involved in a feud between werewolves and sasquatches.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 9

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Marvel’s Spidey and his Amazing Friends “Grow Webs Grow/Rio In Space” (3-16) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/8:30-9:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“Grow Webs Grow” – Lizard’s monster plant takes over the city.

“Rio In Space” – Doc Ock captures the Spider CRAWL-R while on a mission in Space, so Miles and his mom, Rio, work together to free their ship.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Disney Jr.’s Ariel “The Singing Dolphins/The Happy Patty Clap” (1-09) (9:00-9:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/10:00-10:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“The Singing Dolphins” – Ariel and her friends can’t find a role for Delfino the dolphin in their band. Ron Funches (Warner Bros Animation's "Jellystone!") voices Delfino.

“The Happy Patty Clap” – When Ayanna is unable to compete in the Clap Game competition, Ariel steps in so that Alanna can still participate.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 10

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Primos “Summer of El Patín/Summer of Chisme” (1-06) (9:00-9:30 a.m. EDT, TV-Y7)

“Summer of El Patín” – Tater tracks down a mysterious masked skater.

“Summer of Chisme” – Tater tries to get invited to the T Sisters’ gossip parties.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Primos “Summer of No Sabo/Summer of Bookita” (1-07) (9:30-10:00 a.m. EDT, TV-Y7)

“Summer of No Sabo” – Tater’s primos try to help her improve her Spanish with a homemade escape room.

“Summer of Bookita” – Tater introduces her littlest cousin to the library.

WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 14

Original Series – Season Two Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures “Heroes and Hot-Shots/A Jedi or a Pirate” (2-01) (6:25-6:55 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/7:00-7:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“Heroes and Hot-Shots” – The young Jedi are led on a mission by a new Padawan.

“A Jedi or a Pirate” – Kai sets out to find a lost youngling.

THURSDAY, AUGUST 15

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures “The Rustler Roundup/A New Discovery” (2-02) (6:25-6:55 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/7:00-7:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“The Rustler Roundup” – Kai helps Bell track down stolen nerfs.

“A New Discovery” – Lys sets out to find a rare creature.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 16

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures “A Pirate’s Pet/The Secret Ship” (2-03) (6:25-6:55 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/7:00-7:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“A Pirate’s Pet” – The Jedi must free a wild creature captured by Taborr.

“The Secret Ship” – Inaya takes Nash for a ride in her new ship.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Marvel’s Spidey and his Amazing Friends “The Goblin and the Geyser/Skeleton Stomp” (3-19) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/8:30-9:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“The Goblin and the Geyser” – Gobby’s dino-mech takes over a natural geyser.

“Skeleton Stomp” – Lizard brings dinosaurs to life in the museum.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Disney Jr.’s Ariel “Ravi and Navi/Chef Flounder” (1-11) (9:00-9:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/10:00-10:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“Ravi and Navi” – Ariel helps Ravi and his best friend Navi clear up a misunderstanding. Comedian Melissa Villaseñor voices Navi.

“Chef Flounder” – Flounder uses his cooking skills to help other chefs at the Atlantica Food Festival.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 17

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Primos “Summer of the 13th Primo/Summer of Cuadros” (1-10) (9:00-9:30 a.m. EDT, TV-Y7)

“Summer of the 13th Primo” – Tater tries to uncover the identity of a mysterious, forgotten cousin.

“Summer of Cuadros” – Tater helps Gordita access her inner artist to make a special gift for Buela.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Primos “Summer of Tater Luna/Summer of El Chu-PAW-Cabra” (1-16) (9:30-10:00 a.m. EDT, TV-Y7)

“Summer of Tater Luna” – Tater’s pride in her artwork is deflated by criticism.

“Summer of El Chu-PAW-Cabra” – Tater tries to track down the town’s missing dogs.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 23

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures “Nubs’ Big Mistake/The Jedi Rescue” (2-04) (6:25-6:55 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/7:00-7:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“Nubs’ Big Mistake” – Yoda joins Nubs on a mission to protect an old lightsaber.

“The Jedi Rescue” – The Jedi must rescue Wes from pirates.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel SuperKitties “Brand New Bestie/Cat-o-flauge Kitty” (2-11) (7:30-8:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“Brand New Bestie” – Bitsy worries that she and Ginny can only be besties if they like the same things.

“Cat-o-flauge Kitty” – Zsa-Zsa freezes everyone for her group selfie, and Ginny figures out how to use cat-o-flauge.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Marvel’s Spidey and his Amazing Friends “Fool’s Gold/The Sundae Save” (3-20) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/8:30-9:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“Fool’s Gold” – Team Spidey and White Tiger must stop Gobby and Rhino from mining in a ringtail’s habitat. Kylie Cantrall (“Descendants: The Rise of Red”) guest stars as White Tiger.

“The Sundae Save” – When Trapster traps Spidey, he must get help from friends with big ideas.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 24

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Primos “Summer of the Baby Races/Summer of La Extraterrestre” (1-09) (9:00-9:30 a.m. EDT, TV-Y7)

“Summer of the Baby Races” – Tater enters Baby Bud in a race against the Richterville snobs.

“Summer of La Extraterrestre” – Tater suspects one of her cousins might be an extraterrestrial.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Primos “Summer of El Futuro/Summer of Super No Entiendo 64” (1-08) (9:30-10:00 a.m. EDT, TV-Y7)

“Summer of El Futuro” – Tater tries to see into her own future.

“Summer of Super No Entiendo 64” – Tater teams up with the primos to get revenge on The Skid.

FRIDAY, AUGUST 30

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures “Terror of Tenoo/The Prince of Masks” (2-05) (6:25-6:55 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/7:00-7:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“Terror of Tenoo” – The Jedi discover a long-lost ship.

“The Prince of Masks” – Prince Cyrus needs help defending his village from pirates.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel SuperKitties “Boat Ride Ruckus/Favorite Fishy Cake” (2-12) (7:30-8:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“Boat Ride Ruckus” – Sparks faces his fear of getting his face wet to stop Zsa-Zsa from ruining the Paddlepaws Express boat ride.

“Favorite Fishy Cake” – Lab Rat steals fishy cake for Otto’s birthday, trapping Bitsy.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Marvel’s Spidey and his Amazing Friends “Adventures in Fossil Hunting/Lizard’s Buggy Bonanza” (3-17) (8:00-8:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/8:30-9:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“Adventures in Fossil Hunting” – Team Spidey searches for Mr. Von Carnegie, who is fossil hunting in an active volcano.

“Lizard’s Buggy Bonanza” – When Lizard super-sizes bugs in town, Team Spidey and White Tiger team up to stop him. Kylie Cantrall (“Descendants: The Rise of Red”) recurs as White Tiger.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior and Disney Channel Disney Jr.’s Ariel “The Brave Little Goby/Kid Triton” (1-10) (9:00-9:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Junior/10:00-10:25 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel, TV-Y)

“The Brave Little Goby” – Ariel befriends a little Goby fish who wants to go on adventures like her.

“Kid Triton” – Triton accidentally drinks Lucia’s magical potion, which turns him into a kid.

SATURDAY, AUGUST 31

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Primos “Summer of the La Excavación/Summer of La Pijamada” (1-12) (9:00-9:30 a.m. EDT, TV-Y7)

“Summer of the La Excavación” – Tater helps Toñita hide a secret from Tere and Tabi.

“Summer of La Pijamada” – Tater tries to host a sleepover while hiding the cousins.

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney XD Primos “Summer of Imi-Tater/Summer of Ignacio” (1-13) (9:30-10:00 a.m. EDT, TV-Y7)

“Summer of Imi-Tater” – Younger sister Nellie struggles in Tater’s shadow.

“Summer of Ignacio” – Tater and Nachito help Big Nacho prepare to meet his penpal Carmela.

[thiswasinevitableid]

Lost and Found (GoodCollins)

The winner of one Yeehawgust Poll was: Rode Hard. Unsurprisingly, this fill is NSFW

There’s never been a more beautiful day, a more beautiful place, than this valley in Saskatchewan in August of 1977. Goodsir cannot believe his luck at being included on this expedition. 

“Fitzjames! I swear, if you add one more bag to that horse-”

“There are two! You can wear the same pair of jeans for three months, some of us prefer to not smell like a horse pen!”

“Gentlemen, please!” Sir John, the leader of this expedition tries to calm the argument that’s been brewing at base-camp all morning between the former head of Terra Tracking and the current second-in-command of Erebus Expeditions. 

Goodsir’s understanding is that the two companies recently merged, though it’s backers of Erebus who are funding this venture. He does hope that Crozier and Fitzjames will come to an understanding soon. 

After all, their bickering might scare off the Sasquatch.

As the captains of the expedition separate, Crozier to confer with the trio of “lieutenants” he’s leaving to man basecamp, Fitzjames passes Goodsir and whisks away his frown, replacing it with a charming smile. 

“Doctor! I’m glad you arrived.” 

“So am I.” Goodsir extends a hand to shake, “I’ve packed all my equipment as instructed, is there somewhere I’m to put it?”

“Go find Mr. Collins. He’ll be with the horses and can help you get everything onto your mount so we can set off as planned.”

Goodsir thanks him and heads in the direction he points. All around him, men pack camping equipment and tracking devices into packs, check paper lists and double-check their count of food. He knows this expedition is the best funded to ever be undertaken, but seeing what all the money has gone to is staggering. 

He finds the horses, along with the two guides–Blanky and Hartnell–and a man standing with his back to him as he checks over a saddle. 

“Excuse me. I’m looking for Mr. Collins?”

“That’d be me.” The third man turns and Goodsir is treated to a sight of masculinity at its finest. Broad-chested, with strong arms revealed by shoved up sleeves. Curly dark hair and sideburns starting to show grey.  He rather reminds Goodsir of a cowboy in the old movies that’d make their way over the atlantic, and the effect is complete when he dusts off a stetson and sets it on his head. 

Were he not coursing with excitement at the expedition, Goodsir might be anxious at the intensity with which his heart flips at Collin’s slight smile. 

“You’re Dr. Goodsir, right? Mr. Crozier told me to keep an eye out for you.”

His delight at Collins knowing him dims, “This is about the horses, I imagine?”

“Yessir, said you’d need a little instruction before we left.”

“I suppose I do.” Goodsir sets his bag down with the others, trying not to feel dejected that his practice ride at Crozier’s ranch had gone poorly enough that he felt the need to foist him onto someone for last minute lessons. 

“No shame in it.” Collins gestures for him to follow, “not everyone grows up around horses, and they can be real intimidating if you’ve never rode.” 

Goodsir waits as Collins brings a large, sand-colored beast forward, “This is Starfish, Star for short. One of the calmest we’ve got.” He smiles reassuringly, “okay doc, lets see you get on her.”

He manages to not make too great a fool of himself getting into the saddle, and stays upright as Collins leads the mare in circles, correcting his form in a soft, friendly voice. If he talks to everything that way, Goodsir is surprised men and animals alike aren’t following him about. 

Once Collins is satisfied that Goodsir will be able to keep his horse on the trail, offers a hand to help him dismount. Goodsir takes it, feeling a tad like a Victorian maiden. 

“I better go finish loading bags. See you on the trail, doc.” 

Goodsir thanks him for his help and returns to the center of base camp, joining Crozier and Franklin when they wave him over to ask his opinion on a photo that may be of the creature’s foot. When Fitzjames joins them, Crozier noticeably stiffens but continues talking. 

“Irving got a look through his binoculars and wanted me to report that the other party is already moving.”

Crozier huffs, but Franklin waves a hand dismissively, “I’m not worried about some little rag-tag group. We have the most sophisticated tracking equipment money can buy.”

“And they have one of the best trackers I’ve ever seen.” Crozier counters, “not to mention they’re a smaller group. They’ll be able to move faster.”

“Which would matter more  if they weren’t on the wrong side of the valley.” Fitzjames adds. 

Crozier mutters something along the lines of “that’s not what Silna says” and Goodsir decides to leave for more pleasant surroundings. 

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Even after three days on the trail, Henry finds it a struggle to pull himself onto the horse in the mornings. 

He promised Crozier, promised Fitzjames, promised fucking everyone that he was fine, really, that he was eager to take on being the horsemaster for this expedition. He thought he would be. He should be. 

As they break camp on the fourth morning, he wills himself to how he used to be. To be cheerful and friendly, even excited, like-

“Good morning, Henry!” Dr. Goodsir guides Star up alongside him.

“Morning, Doc.” Henry feels his smile turn genuine. If you ask him, Goodsir is a marvel; no complaints about the hours of riding and the sore legs, in spite of how he must be feeling them all up and down his body. Instead, he spends their evenings showing Fitzjames plant specimens they both find fascinating, or listening to one of Blanky’s stories about his days as younger guide among the mountain men. During the day, he often rides alongside Silna–their route takes them into tribal land, and their permission to enter depends on the guide’s presence–or, if Henry is lucky, the doctor will bring his horse behind or alongside him to talk. 

Henry had initially worried for him. Most of the men on this expedition know each other, and there’s been eager ribbing of the soft-spoken doctor, his desire to be liked and included by seasoned adventurers more evident than a signal fire. But then Henry had overheard him reply to a snide comment from Dr. Stanley, their medic, with a breezy retort, and worried about him considerably less. 

After all, his last conversation with Stanley left him gun shy of the man, who told him in no uncertain terms that everyone felt as he did, and there was nothing for it but to get a hold of himself and go out for a drink or two, or he would recommend the expedition heads hire someone else. 

Although they’re not that many days removed from civilization, he can’t face the idea of riding back alone. He feels alone enough as it is. 

He’s eating a bologna sandwich, their dinner for the evening, on an overlook by where they’ve made camp, staring at the view without seeing it, when Goodsir sits down beside him. 

“Is it alright if I join you?”

He nods, scoots sideways so the doctor isn’t stuck on the sharper rocks. A kestrel calls in the distance and Goodsir produces one of the many pocket guides shoved into his pack and onto his person to check the call, only to look up delightedly when Henry just tells him. 

“I guess it shouldn’t surprise me that someone who spends so much time out here can easily identify creatures that do the same.”

“Suppose so. You just kind of pick it up.” 

“Don’t sell yourself short, Henry.” Goodsir pockets the reading glasses he’d pulled from his coat, “to hear Francis tell it, there are men who’ve been out here longer than you who can’t tell a birdcall-”

“From a bear shitting. One of his favorite ways of saying he thinks this whole trip is a mistake.”

“And do you?”

Henry isn’t sure how to answer that, and Goodsir seems to take his hesitation as annoyance.

“I don’t mean to pry” he adds quickly, “only some of the others said you…you actually saw it.”

“I, I think so.” He mumbles, “on the way back from scouting a new trail. Mr. Franklin wanted us to see if there was a way to get cars further up the mountain. Saw it through the trees in the dark. Haven’t really looked at the woods the same since.”

Goodsir clearly wants to ask him more, but doesn’t, nodding and looking back out over the valley with a small smile. 

The horrible, gaping trap door beneath his heart widens at the thought that the doctor might think he doesn’t want to talk to him anymore. 

“Have you seen it? I, Mr. Fitzjames said you were an expert.”

A light laugh, “In anthropology. I’m interested in the creature in terms of what it means for the field, as well as a personal fascination with how much of the world we still have yet to discover. I was initially in school to be a surgeon, but the pull of other aspects of nature was too great.”

“So if Blanky loses another toe, someone might be able to sew it back on?” He jokes, like it’s the most natural thing to do instead of something he has, until this second, been forcing. 

“In an emergency I suppose.” Goodsir sips his enamel mug of water, “but let's keep him away from hatchets all the same.”

Henry smiles and the conversation turns toward the doctor’s change in schooling. By the time he’s telling Henry all about a life changing autopsy on a monkey, Henry is on his back, soaking up the last of the suns heat from the stones and enjoying, for the first time in months, the sight of the stars coming out. 

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Three weeks into their journey, they reach the crossing at the Porcupine River. Henry’s been dreading this, so much that he couldn’t sleep at all last night, or enjoy the way Goodsir looked climbing out his tent this morning, bright-eyed in the sweater Henry leant him (his own had been carried off by some bold raccoons who got into two of the tents).

He hangs back as the first group crosses; the horses wade in, then swim as they reach the deeper portion. It’s late enough in the summer that there’s no snow melt to speed the current, but his chest tightens as more and more of his friends urge their horses across. Goodsir goes in the middle, between Silna and Gore, for which Henry is grateful; both are strong riders on steady mounts. Even if Goodsir–or Star–panics, there won’t be total chaos that prevents someone from hauling the doctor from the river. 

It’s only when Fitzjames whistles to him that he realizes he’s now the only man remaining on that side of the river. 

He can do this. He has to. 

Fagin trots forward, Henry guiding him to the safest crossing point. The water is up to his ankles. Another foot and it drops, and now he’s up to his knees, the rush of water blotting out all other sounds. 

Deeper now, Fagin has to swim and he does, unbothered, the current slow, so why can’t Henry breathe? Why do his fingers feel like they won’t hold the reins, his mind like it’s outside him, above him?

A boulder catches Fagin’s belly and the horse snorts, jolting in surprise and god help him he can hear the screaming again, the yell for help swallowed up by the water and he can’t be here anymore, he can’t hold on, he’s going to be swept away. 

He grabs at Fagin blindly and the horse, skittish from the bruise on it’s stomach, lurches, and his balance goes, sending him sideways into the water. 

Henry flails to right himself, rocks scraping at him through his jeans, drawing blood from his arms, and gasps for air. Everything he knows to do abandons him until only fear is left, and he scrabbles and kicks until, through sheer survival instinct, he makes it to a sandy, shallow patch and pulls himself onto shore. 

People are yelling. He’s too outside himself to hear what. He can see that Crozier has rope in hand, must have been about to throw it to him. Goodsir makes it too him first, alarm clear the instant Henry sees his face, only to be waved out of the way by Doctor Stanley. 

“I’m okay.” Henry chokes out, searching the faces around him for some reassurance, “I’m okay.”

A hand on his lower back as he coughs and shivers. Goodsir. His tether to the world outside that fucking, goddamned river. 

“Yes, Henry. You’re alright.”

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Everyone says they’re glad he’s in one piece, and Henry believes them. All the same, he’s relieved when night falls and he’s left alone to keep watch. The last three days, they’ve been hearing strange, heavy steps in the woods, always just beyond the reach of any of  the tracking equipment, and long, wailing calls no one recognizes. 

Tonight, he’s alone save for the crackle of the dying fire and a very persistent owl. 

Or, he thinks he’s alone. Then there’s a soft, “may I sit?”

“You don’t have to ask every time, doc.” He looks up into Goodsir’s face, “I like your company.”

“And you don’t have to call me ‘doctor.’” The smile is chiding, gentle, “I wish you’d call me Harry.”

“Right then. Harry.” He turns his attention back to the fire, turns up the lantern a hair so he can see further beyond the tents. 

Harry holds his hands near the remaining flames; it’s cold enough at night that he wears his fingerless gloves to sleep, and Henry can’t say what about the dark fabric makes him want to catch a palm and kiss each finger in turn. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Harry glances at him.

“I have. In a way. What I mean is, I tried talking to a few people, including Dr. Stanley. I try and I try and it never…no one really hears.”

“You haven’t tried me.” The doctor is facing him as best as their positions on the log allow. Henry takes a deep breath, tries not to wonder if the urge to speak means Harry really is the man who can help him, or just another sign he’s weak where Harry Goodsir is concerned. 

“Early in the summer, once we knew the Barrows were willing to put up money for this, Mr. Franklin sent me and another guide, Billy, to see if there was a way to cross the Porcupine lower down, closer to town. Shorten the route some, keep us on schedule, that sort of thing. It’d been a late spring, we knew that, but the snowmelt made the river higher than we thought. We thought we had a crossing point and…and we didn’t. The current was faster than it looked, Billy’s horse got pushed into a boulder and panicked, threw him and he…he…he was just gone. I tried to help him, but he was gone. One minute he was yelling, I was trying to get to him, and then I couldn’t hear him and, and I, I-”

The tears are welling up again. He’s such an easy crier these days. 

“I still see it. At night. At riverbanks. I feel like I’m there again. Like my mind doesn’t know past from present and all I’m left with is a swirling great blackness in my chest.” He presses a hand over his mouth to stifle a sob, to stop any more nonsense from spilling out. 

“I’m so sorry, Henry.” Harry puts an arm around his shoulder and maybe he pulls, maybe he doesn’t, all Henry knows is that he presses against him in a hug, hides his face in his shoulder, and Harry doesn’t recoil, doesn’t push him away with a gruff “well then” or a “get a hold of yourself.”

“I just want it to stop.” Henry whispers. 

“I’ve never heard a more reasonable wish.” Harry murmurs, resting his hand on the base of Henry’s neck, petting him like he’s a scared dog in a thunderstorm, “I’m sure we can figure something out. Shell shock isn’t, it’s not new, Henry, our understanding of it is getting better.” He pulls back enough to look him in the face, even as Henry tries to avoid his gaze, too afraid that if he sees affection and understanding there, he’ll insist on sleeping at Harry’s feet for the rest of his life. 

“But when?” He pleads.

“I wish I could say. When we get back, I’ll reach out to some friends at the university who study this sort of thing.” Harry presses his fingers through Henry’s forelocks, “until then, when these moods strike…please come find me. We can talk, we can even touch like we are now if that helps. But you do not need to carry this alone.”

Henry should let go, should nod curtly and say thank you and let Henry go back to bed with a promise to seek him out that he will never follow through on. Instead, he nods pathetically, and rests his head on Harry’s shoulder for as long as he will let him. 

(He falls asleep like that. Luckily, Harry has the watch after him anyway).

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They’re deep into the backcountry. Meaning that when things go wrong, the chances are high they’ll go wrong in the most extreme way.

This maxim proved true this evening. Just as they were selecting a location to set camp for the night, the unexplained calls burst from the trees all around them, along with a flurry of thrown rocks, sending men, mules, and horses into chaos. Star’s calm demeanor does not extend to attacks from unseen entities, and so she went haring off with Harry still in the saddle. 

He rode harder and faster than he thought possible, surrendering to her whims after his first attempts to soothe and steer her proved futile. 

So here he stands, finally having dismounted his now-exhausted mare, with no earthly idea where he is. 

After a small period of time where he sat on the ground to collect his thoughts and quell his panic, Harry decides to try for a higher vantage point to see if he can locate any kind of landmark.

Footfalls in the tree-line make him jump, and for a moment he braces to see the very creature they’ve trekked over a month to find. The figure that emerges into the dusk is, in this moment, an even better sight. 

“Harry!” Henry lumbers down the hill and embraces him, “thank god, you’re okay. You’re okay, right?”

“A bit bruised from the ride, but that’s the worst of it.” He hugs the larger man back, not interested in letting go, “you?”

“Took a tree branch to the face at one point.” The ghosts of a wild, frightened look linger at the corners of his eyes, “I haven’t found anyone else. Or even heard them. We have an agreed upon meeting spot if anyone got separated, but I, I need to get my bearings, and it’s so dark already I’m not sure I can get us to it safely.”

“We can’t be the only ones coming to that conclusion.” Calming Henry is calming himself in turn, “how about we settle in for the night, and start for the meeting point bright and early in the morning.”

Someone else making the decision seems to relax Henry, who nods and suggests they make camp in a flat patch of grass at the base of the hillside. As he brings Fagin down, Harry realizes a flaw in his plan. 

“I’m afraid I’ll be sleeping under the stars; my tent is with Gore, we moved items around so I could carry one half of the radar device.” He manages an awkward smile at the clouds gathering in the sky, “I hope there’s no rain.”

“Uh.” Henry looks up, “it looks like it might. You could share mine. It’ll be a tight fit, but I’d feel better if you weren’t out in the open with that beast running around. If that’s alright by you?”

A raindrop hits Harry's forehead. 

“That, my dear Mr. Collins, is an excellent plan.”

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The tent is indeed snug with the two of them, and after a plethora of “it it’s alright”s and “it’ll be more comfortable”s, they agreed to zip their sleeping bags together and that if they ended up atop each other or otherwise entangled by the morning, neither of them would be mad upset. 

A crack awakens Harry, and he lays there, listening to the rain and for footsteps at the edge of the tent. When none come, he nestles back down, as close to Henry's bulk as he dares. At that same moment, Henry rolls from his back onto his side, arm flopping onto Harry’s waist. 

Harry indulges himself. Pretends this is a lovely hotel room somewhere people won’t look too hard at two men together. Rain on the windows, and the most handsome man in the world waiting to be awakened with a kiss. 

A low, soft “nfn” is followed by the hand on his waist tightening, tugging at his shirt. Harry gives in and lets himself be drawn closer. 

The next noise is more insistent, a wordless mumble and now it’s Henry’s turn to cuddle closer. Harry wonders what he’s dreaming of, and hopes it’s pleasant. 

Then Henry’s thigh nudges his own, and the nature of the dream becomes clear. 

He’d heard several of the men snickering to each other about Henry being well-endowed, and while it had fueled some intense imaginings as he fell asleep each night, he hadn’t put much stock in it as a truth. 

It seems they weren’t exaggerating. 

The temptation to let Henry sleep, to simply be manhandled and pawed at the whims of his tentmate is strong. Indeed, if he thinks about it too long, his own cock threatens to join the proceedings. But that was not their agreement, and so he sets a hand on Henry’s cheek, stroking it gently as he murmurs his name. 

This has the opposite of the intended effect. Henry whines, hips rolling lazily, and turns his face to nuzzle at Harry’s palm. 

“Henry, you’re dreaming.” He scritches at the edge of one sideburn and Henry sighs, eyes fluttering open at last. 

“H‘Lo” he says, voice thick, “s’ still dark. Go back t’ sleep.” 

With that, he leans lazily but deliberately forward and kisses Harry once on the lips. He does a poor job of containing his gasp, and of keeping his fingers from slipping from Henry’s cheek to his mussed hair. 

His nails snag on tangles and Henry groans, hips bucking a moment before the pain brings him fully awake. Then his eyes are huge and watery as he backs away, looking perilously close to clawing his way from the tent.

“M’ so sorry Harry, I’d been dreaming, thought I still was. I didn’t mean to, to…”

Harry has always been a curious man, even when it does not serve him. When combined with the affection and hope bubbling in his chest, that impulse knocks down any chance of letting the conversation go. 

“Am I to take that to mean the dream was about someone else?” He says it gently, teasingly, so Henry will not recoil from an anger that isn’t there. 

A long pause as Henry meets his eyes, no longer scrambling away but still staying out of reach. 

“It wasn’t. Hasn’t been for weeks. I don’t mean nothing by it, Harry, honest I don’t.”

“That’s a shame.” Harry shifts an inch closer, “for if you had, I’d have reciprocated.” 

He watches with pleasure as Henry parses his words, the way his gaze shifts from apology to hunger in a blink. 

“You mean it?”

“I do.” Harry crawls the remaining space between them, assuming Henry will sit up. Instead, his tentmate falls onto his back, breath coming quicker when Harry straddles him, “you’re magnificent, Henry. And I haven’t the heart to deny that, not when you look at me this way.”

A laugh, shy but very real, “If we’re talking about looks, doc, think we ought to talk about the one you’re giving me now.”

“Is it too much?”

“No. It makes me feel…small. In a good way.” He licks his lips as Harry shifts down onto his elbows, bringing their faces oh so close, “do you do this a lot, then?”

“A few times. But never like this. Usually it’s something quick and, well, you know how most men see me. They assume my demeanor means I want them to be in control. And it’s not that I don’t enjoy that but…” he runs an appreciative hand up Henry’s chest, “you bring out an entirely different side of me. I want…” He hesitates, unsure of how the next part will sound.

“What do you want, lovely thing?” Henry’s fingers pet over his hair. 

“I want to treat you like a prize stallion. Bought and paid for, to be ridden as hard and as often as I please.”

“Jesus god.” Henry bucks against him, “you gonna ride me, Harry?”

His ambition wars with his common sense and loses, “Not tonight. I don’t have anything to make that easier, and we do have to actually ride tomorrow to find the others. I need to be able to sit down.”

“Please? We can think of something, go slow, I’ll be good so it won’t hurt” Henry continues rolling his hips. Their positions mean that his cock grinds against Harry’s still-clothed ass, and each thrust brings a series of new, delightfully needy sounds from the larger man. 

“No.” Harry shakes his head, keeping his tone light, “even though you’re asking very sweetly. Which is very good of you, Henry.”

A real moan this time, loud enough to make him glad they’re lost and alone in the woods.

“S-sorry” Henry’s blush is clear, even in the darkness.

“No need for such apologies. You are good, Henry. My good boy.” He kisses him once, keeps their lips close as he adds, “how shall I reward you?”

“Anything, I’ll do fucking anything sir, ohjesus” he hides his face, “what a mess I am, talking ridiculous-”

Harry grips his chin, says sweetly yet firmly, “Look at me.”

Henry looks. 

“You’re not being ridiculous. You’re being polite. Which I very much enjoy. But since coming up with an answer to my question is taxing you, I won’t press the matter” he sits back, wriggling awkwardly from his sleep pants, “I’ll simply decide for the both of us. Doesn’t that make things simpler?”

Henry nods excitedly. Harry shoves Henry’s shirt up his chest, repositions himself so his cock is rutting against his belly. What a marvelous world this is, housing the sight of dark hair covering the pale swell of skin and the way Henry moans out little “ohs” as Harry begins moving.

“I, I like that. Didn’t know it was a thing you could like.” He kisses Harry’s shoulder, “like that I can make you feel good with just being how I am.”

“How you are is nothing short of wondrous.” Harry returns the kiss, first to his shoulder and then to his mouth, “my sweet Henry.”

“M’yours alright” comes the mumble against his lips, “be yours anytime of day. You always look so good in the morning, bet you look even better in bed, curled up in the sun, could wake you up with my mouth on your cock, work my fingers into you once you’re eager” his hands are roving now, pressing up Harry’s sides then around his back to pet his skin or grope for his ass, “you must work some place with a desk, could hunt you down come lunch, make a mess of you all over your papers and that.”

Harry nips his collarbone in warning, “and what makes you think you’d be doing any of the fucking, hm?”

A new, wicked grin spreads on Henry’s face, “because I’m letting you be in charge and we both know it.” One hand digs into Harry’s thigh, the other reaches around him to grip Henry’s own cock, “I must outweigh you by what, fifty pounds? And I work outside all day too, make my living with these” the hand on his hip squeezes, “can throw you around like a goddamn doll if I wanted to, doc.”

“God yes.” Harry drops his head to Henry’s shoulder, grinding frantically against his belly. 

“Bet I could hold you up and fuck you, bet your tighten up real sweet when someone’s rough, your ass’ll feel so good, might see if I can get myself off in it more than once, really fill you up, so you gotta go to work or to bed still dripping down your legs”

He muffles a  laugh at how verbose and blue Henry is. He’ll have to experiment to see which he enjoys most; Henry shy and begging, or Henry spilling filth into his ear while they tax the bed frame. 

“God I love how you laugh, you’re always so goddamn excited, s’not fair, someone shouldn’t look so fuckable talking about lichen, but I gotta sit there and watch you smile and not be able to get on my knees and show you all the ways I can make you smile harder.” the sounds coming from behind Harry are obscene, Henry fucking his fist with abandon, “you fucking tease, wandering around in shorts where I can’t slap your ass in them, can’t yank them down and let you ride me over and over,  fuck” he arches beautifully, “fuck, Harry, Harry.”

Harry kisses him, stray ejaculate catching his skin as he does. Henry gasps into the kiss and Harry slips his tongue between his lips, teasing and eager as thrusts forward a half-dozen times before spurting all the way up Henry’s chest. 

They’re boneless now, save for where Henry is using all his strength to keep Harry hugged to his chest. 

“That” Harry manages after a moment, “that was probably not the kind of riding lessons James meant you to give.”

“No.” Henry drags the sleeping bag back up over them, “like them better though, don’t you?”

“Much. Though I predict that when they…intensify” he squeezes Henry’s thigh playfully, “I shall be even more sore than I was those first few days.”

“Promise the ride’ll be worth it.” Henry yawns, kissing him on the brow, “g’night, lovely thing.”

He kisses Henry’s jaw, excited for what the dawn, and the days after, might bring now that they’ve found each other.

[detectivehole]

cool image of Charles Darwin's biblical crucifixion being worshiped by scientists (nonspecific) from the indie bigfoot doc The Unwonted Sasquatch

[vertigoartgore]

Alex Ross's 2018-2021 cover run on the Immortal Hulk series (1/2).

[comicsiswild]

Daredevil (2022) #6

[lilsoupboiii]

Marvel Rewatch Easter Eggs, Notes and Other Stuff: The Incredible Hulk

- Stark Industries, SHIELD and Nick Fury in the opening credits

- Super Soldier serum on Emil Blonsky

- Mr Harrington, the teacher at Midtown School of Science and Technology is a student at Culver University

- Tony Stark: The Consultant

- General Ross is a big Captain America fan and has a picture of him in his office

- Dr Samson (Doc Sasquatch)

- “Dr Reinstein” on the Super Serum is the alias of Abraham Erskine from Captain America: The First Avenger

- Dr Stern (The Leader)

- General Thaddeus “Thunderbolt” Ross

Easter Egg Masterlist

[loominggaia]

Here’s the actual doc I was trying to show. It’s a kinda silly idea but I’m still fond of it.

@kid-az once again sharing a lot of really cool ideas! I like the bug/alien theme here and the idea of a fourth class. Also really liking your unique spin on classic fantasy critters! The sasquatches are especially intriguing to me. I hate slugs so much IRL, and the idea of slug-people is terrifying but in a good way!

Thank you for posting this! There is so much cool content in this doc, everyone should check it out!

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[gothicprep]

I think the grossest thing that paulides did was featuring jaryd atadero’s father as the emotional core of one of his docs. it’s an incomprehensibly awful thing for a parent to have your kid die under seemingly unclear circumstances (mountain lion). you feel guilt. you feel heavy. your heart is shattered and you’ll never be the same person again. and unfortunately, this can lead you to hideously conspiratorial places.

it’s easy for me to be disengaged with paulides and be like, “this loser really thinks sasquatch is responsible for all missing persons in national parks”. but in practice, it’s grotesque. it’s a complete moral failure to make a grieving parent the subject of your documentary that winks at bigfoot. like, what the hell is wrong with you?