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10 Spooky Creatures Named after Monsters - And How They Got Their Names

In this video, we're looking at species named after monsters and hearing about what makes them so spooky.

1. Black Witch Moth (Ascalapha odorata)

2. Zombie-ant fungus (Ophiocordyceps)

3. Demon Stinger (Inimicus)

4. Vampire Squid (Vampyroteuthis infernalis)

5. Satanic Leaf-tailed Gecko (Uroplatus phantasticus)

6. Frankenstein Wasp (Aptenoperissus burmanicus)

7. Ghost Bat (Macroderma gigas)

8. Corpse Flower (Amorphophallus titanum)

9. Zombie Worm (Osedax)

10. Death’s-Head Hawkmoth (Acherontia)

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[beezobop]

haha funny little bees

[roysexton]

“There are the hands that made us. And then the hands that guide the hands.” Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3

There are but a few movies in my life that so deftly balance abject horror and empathetic peril and heart-tugging poignancy that they reduce me to repeated fits of ugly crying: Dancer in the Dark, E.T., Watership Down, and now … Guardians of the Galaxy, Vol. 3?!? I did NOT see that coming. This latest Marvel installment in the lives of Star-Lord Peter Quill’s merry band of space-faring misfits…

[ratqueeninks]

[khr-guilded-cage]

Rebloging because I am like this

logically understand that arguments like "oh this character from x show is bad bc [insert a weird age gap, ruthless emotional manipulation, outting somebody etc]. oh and the mass murder i guess" is bc most ppl dont know a mass murderer irl, but they do know somebody whos done/been impacted by the first thing???????

but that will never make it any less jarring and a slightly funny

[fairytsuk1]

make me want you | (s)

apart of maki's kinktober: the 2024 anthology

prompt: lingerie, manipulation, first time

pairing: satoru gojo x reader

words: 6.5k

warnings: dubcon/noncon-ish, sex while high, gojo is an asshole, objectification, virginity loss, innocence loss, manipulation, pushing boundaries, marijuana

"I don't know, she seems nice."

"What are you talking about!? She's hot," Satoru emphasized, picking at his lunch. "And she's got a cute butt."

Suguru hummed, reflecting and nodding coolly as he ate some of Satoru's fried chicken–much to the latter's chagrin. The two eat in a murky silence as Satoru eyes him suspiciously.

"Who aren't you telling me about?"

"Hmm," Suguru chews thoughtfully, letting the suspense grow. "I don't think you'd like her."

"I like everyone! C'mon, you have to tell me now. Is she really needy or somethin'?"

"No. She's just… innocent."

Blue eyes scan the dark figure intensely. He was holding out on him; he knew it, Suguru knew it, and within seconds, Satoru was squeezing right up next to him and pressing further, "You're such a liar! I don't know who you're talking about, so spill. We promised to tell each other this stuff, you know?"

He's really hesitant, but your name falls from Suguru's lips. Satoru is stunned.

"No way," his alabaster hair shakes in the wind. "No way, she's too cute to be a virgin."

"She is, Shoko told me about it. Apparently she got too talkative at a party or something?"

"So she's a lightweight," Satoru grins devilishly, cheeks flushing with impure thoughts.

"Keep your illegal thoughts to yourself," Suguru chuckles and wipes his mouth with a napkin.

It was a typical lunch talk. Fried chicken, soba, kikufuku, and girls. It was perfect, and Satoru was left satiated and maybe even hungrier for more. Hungry for you.

You were cute and adorable. You'd passed by in his mind a few times as he surveyed the typical party scene whilst sipping a concoction of acrid alcohol and sugary mixers. You had stuck out like a delicate flower, and he'd wrongly assumed you were being guarded by some protective wasp. How wrong he was.  

It just wasn't the case. You'd never even been touched. Here he had the most delicious nectar practically in the palm of his hands. Who was he to deny himself the simple pleasures of sucking you dry. Satoru had marked you. Who else was going to give it to you good, going to make you remember why you let him into your guts in the first place.

Satoru thinks about you in the shower with a hand wrapped around his dick. While he's sitting in his first class and snoozing. When he's "studying" in the library–secretly circling answers on a Sudoku crossword. He had to have you soon, or he was going to explode.

He seeks you out when you're sitting and reading on a bench. There you were, petals swaying in the wind. You'd fall for him quickly.

"Hey there." Satoru puts on a charming grin and immediately sits beside you. "Whatcha reading?"

Your face flushes immediately at seeing him. What the hell was Satoru Gojo doing here, let alone sitting next to you!? The anxieties in your chest are suppressed into a small flame as you choke out an answer, "Frankenstein."

"Woah, that's pretty dark! I've never read it, you like it?"

Satoru crosses his arms and rests his head on them, appealing to you like a puppy you just can't help but give pets to. Your head nods immediately, and you offer a shy smile that makes Satoru want to groan. Jesus, he was already starting to get hard in his loose joggers.

"I-It's pretty good so far, I'm not that far into it."

"Hm," and he says your name so alluringly. "You don't really do much, do you?"

It's a bit offensive, and you bristle at the comment while shaking your head in protest.

"That's not true, I've seen you at parties! I mean, well, maybe you haven't seen me––"

"I would've remembered seeing such a pretty face like yours," Satoru scoots closer to man spread, your knees touching. "Do you like going out?"

A quick nod and your eyes are flitting back to your book shyly. He'd have so much fun breaking you.

"Yeah, it's fun. I'd guess you go out all the time," you trail off, eyelashes batting unconsciously as you succumb to his questioning.

"Not really," a lie. "Huh, are you stereotyping me?"

Satoru leans in close, smiling wide as he teases you. You snicker and tell him no. You are cute–his eyes gratefully rake over you before meeting yours.

"I think you're really nice. Would you like to go on a date sometime?"

It has to be a joke. One of the most attractive men at your university was singling you out, plucking you from the rust, and dusting you off. Your face feels hot, and you're looking everywhere as if dazed.

"A-Are you sure?"

"Am I sure? Jeez, you give yourself too little credit!"

A brave hand adjusts a stray hair, and you wonder if this is a dream.

"Sorry, I just… okay. I'll go on a date with you, Gojo."

He smirks like the devil, "You can call me Satoru if you want."

"Okay, Satoru," would you sound just as sweet when he mounted you and slid in balls deep?

"I'll pick you up at your dorm. Which is it?"

You tell him, and he might turn pink himself. He's smiling with a twinkling wave. That'd make you the first of the Circle Building, sweet! He name-drops you again as he goes to languidly leave, like he knows you're keenly listening to every syllable that falls from his lips.

"Pick you up at 8, 'kay? See ya," he's sparkling with joy while turning away.

"Bye!"

Satoru Gojo leaves you tugging your books close to your chest with a giddy grin. Your panties are sticky, and your heart is racing doubly fast. He leaves you shaking the same way you would if he was peeling off your bra to reveal soft tits; all he did was talk to you on a bench.

You opt to get ready then and there. Nails are filed, and mascara is applied. You feel pretty good as you twirl in the mirror before heading out. Some dark part of you is telling you it's a joke, he's not really waiting for you, he's…

Waiting for you against a streetlamp. He's got a bouquet of roses in one hand and sunglasses perched delicately on his nose.

"Hey, pretty girl," he suavely hands the flowers to you. "I can come inside with you to put 'em in water~."

You're too bright for that, rolling your eyes with a smirk.

"I think I've got it, just wait here."

You're only gone for a few minutes. However, it's long enough for Satoru to daydream of silken sheets and your glossy lips leaving sticky residue all over his body. Suguru was so stupid for not getting his hands on you when he had the chance! You return and Satoru's smile beams at you. You feel so lucky when he offers a muscled arm.

"Shall we go, my lady?"

Even your laugh is gorgeous, all high-pitched and bubbly. Something about it makes Satoru want to keep cracking stupid jokes, all to hear how your lips quirked up into a perky grin. The image of you smiling at him against the contrast of whistling trees burns into his retinas for a moment.

"So you read old books, and you like to have coffee for breakfast," he starts, voice tinged with mirth. "Wanna guess where our first date is?!"

"A coffee shop?"

"No, a bookstore and a coffee shop!"

Satoru emphasizes his words with a huge spread of his arms, and you feel legitimately shy under his gaze.

"Do you even like to read?"

"This isn't about me, little lady."

He's so suave as a hand takes your waist and leads you inside. The combination of the sticky coffee beans, books meticulously dusted and Satoru leaves your head spinning. Everything is your vibe. He looks down at you eagerly as you take in Persian rugs and glistening chandeliers, "this is amazing!"

"You really like it?"

The truth was that Satoru knew nothing about bookstores and coffee shops–he was much more of a pastry and nature walk type of guy. Your date hums thoughtfully as you reach the counter, ordering a white chocolate mocha before pulling out his black card. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head, seeing a pale hand effortlessly slide it over.

"Are you seriously gonna pay? I-I brought my wallet!"

"What kind of date would I be if I didn't pay?! Don't tell me someone's spreading rumors about me," he pouts and lets his hand slide a little lower. "You'd tell me if they were, right?"

"I don't know, should I? Your ego might get too big."

"My ego is just fine, thank you very much!"

He picks a corner booth with the right amount of privacy, practically squishing you into the seat as he sidles up close. There's the briefest flash of Suguru's name before he quickly turns to phone over and distracts you with the bluest eyes you've ever seen.

"S-So, did you have any classes today?"

"Let's talk about something interesting; what's your ideal type?

"What?!"

You're sputtering out how that question was inconceivable and not for a first date–and then he's shutting you up with a hand that twirls a soft curl around the curve of your cheek.

"No need to be shy. I'll tell you mine."

"...Really?"

He smirks, "why would I lie to someone as sweet as you?"

The two of you are stuck in a standstill. He'll only tell if you do first. It was so childish, but what was to be expected from Satoru? A manicured finger brushes against your cheek.

"Did I lose you?"

"No, no," your thighs rub together, and he has to force his eyes to stay focused on your face. "No, sorry. Umm, I'd say my type is…"

Do you describe him? No, too bold. Make something up? No, you weren't a good enough liar for that. You go with the truth, unknowingly stepping further into his bear trap.

"I guess I don't have one."

He doesn't embarrass you nor make you feel small. Satoru nods thoughtfully, "You're just looking for love then, hm?"

"I guess so," when he puts it like that.

"That's really cute. I love a good romantic."

He says simply, eyes lazily trailing your form and leaving hot fire in its wake. Satoru undresses you in his mind, and you're preening for more.

"Now, your turn."

"Hmm… maybe it's not appropriate."

"You said you'd tell me after I told you mine!"

"I diiid say that, didn't I?"

Your date mulls over his response, and a sinking pit in your stomach grows deeper. God, did you really want to know?

"I like a lot of different things. But, you know what I like about you?"

"That isn't the same as an ideal type–"

"You're smart, shy, and sexy."

The silence echoes. The waiter places your drinks down with a curious look as you implode in Satoru's presence. He chuckles darkly, eyes lowered, "which happens to be a type I like very much."

Oh. You were expecting blonde hair and blue eyes, maybe something objectifying. Definitely not this. Not some semblance of truth that spilled out his mouth easily.

"I, uhm, thanks?"

"You're welcome," he quips and leans his head close enough that you can really see in his eyes now.

They really are so blue. A deep ocean on white sand. You have to look away.

Coffee comes and goes, trading sips and small tidbits back and forth. He loved Digimon as a kid, has known Suguru forever, and has an incredible sweet tooth–something he mentions after lithe fingers steal a piece of buttery croissant from your plate.

You love to read, are dedicated to your studies, and have no problem saying yes every time Satoru challenges your boundaries. A flaky pastry here, a brush of his palm against your exposed thigh there.

It all adds up. Slight sparks grow into the smallest fire, and then his added tinder of whispering in your ear only alights you further, "I'm havin' a good time, and you?"

Somehow, the two of you are face to face as you nod.

"I-I'm really glad you asked me out," you don't want to admit you assumed he had no idea of your existence.

"You're really such a good girl."

You must be so flushed right now, leaning unconsciously closer as he baits you. He almost wants to laugh and give in. Your eyes fluttered and lowered; you were already ready for him; all he had to do was make you feel lovely and special.

Satoru pulls away with a slight smirk, and you're adjusting yourself to appear as proper as possible, as if you weren't about to kiss him right there and then. He keeps a cerulean eye on you before sitting up straight and sighing.

"I think they're closing soon."

"They are. But it's okay; you'll still have some time with me when I walk you home!"

"Oh, you don't have to."

"Don't try to refuse me," the no-nonsense look shuts you up immediately.

How hard was it to try to resist him? You found it impossible, especially with how he laced care into every action. He wraps a loose arm around your waist, slows down his walking speed, makes you laugh, and squeezes the plush skin, thumb dipping to graze your heavenly skin. It's hard to keep track of the world moving around you when you're with Satoru.

Perhaps you were treading on the path of love. Your heart is open and accepting. It's too bad Satoru gleams at you like a big bad wolf, and he was more than ready to snatch you up and relish you like the fine woman you were.

Footsteps slow as you draw closer to the guarded dormitory entrance. It's quiet when you thank him for the night, "it's no problem."

He's clearly deep in thought, and your mind races to see if you have forgotten anything. Then, Satoru steps back and pulls two candies from his bag.

"Care for a quick game?"

"Huh, what is it?"

"I'm swapping these candies," his hands behind his back wiggle, and you're watching him eagerly, "which one has the chocolate?"

You're watching him eagerly for any clues as you repeatedly scan him.

"It's clearly the left one. Show me!" he tuts and leans a tad closer.

"Grab it yourself," you're laughing and reaching forward to pull his thin wrist out, declaring you were so sure of yourself.

You weren't all that sure. Satoru leans down and kisses you. If not for the guard outside, he keeps it PG only to keep you needy. He hums as your plush lips echo a squeak before falling prey to his. You were a fun little game; he couldn't stop pressing your buttons and waiting for that flash of victory to grace your face.

"Y-You kissed me!"

"Goodnight," he purrs lowly.

He chuckles at your shocked face, slipping the chocolate into your palm and manually curling your fingers around it.

"Let me know how it tastes! Text me."

Satoru's hand shakes his phone as he walks backwards. Victory! You're just smiling shyly before popping the candy into your mouth. Had things been different, he could really have fallen for you.

Texting him came easy to you. You text him about how yummy the chocolate was and whether he got home okay. It's all different when he responds. It's flat and unexciting, so… unlike the Satoru you got to know over coffee.

[satoru]: that's great

[satoru]: yea, see you later !

[you]: are you going to sleep soon?

[you]: sorry if i’m spamming lol!

[you]: goodnightttt

Read. Read. Delivered. You don't want to spam him, but was this really it? Maybe he was just so tired. Your frown is ubiquitous as you analyze the messages while brushing your teeth, before bed, getting ready for class, and all up until you're walking on campus with purpose.

Why wouldn’t he respond? Was it something you said? Maybe he didn’t enjoy the kiss. No, he initiated it. How the hell wouldn’t he like it! You couldn’t understand why he was taking a hard left, as you both were meant to turn right.

Whatever. He was probably just feeling the weight of university. That's what you wanted to believe. A belief that the sweet kindness you'd experienced was a carefully guarded side of him. He chose you to share that closeness with.

That's why it hurts so much when you see Satoru tucking a girl's hair behind her ear like he did to you. Slinking an arm around her waist as if you'd never existed, as if he'd never put his arm around yours. You don't get to be jealous, yet the hot humiliation rush burns your skin. The monster inside you is provoked, and your feet move without thinking.

"Hey!"

He looks so unbothered, though the girl sharply glares at you, "hey."

You don't even know what to say. All you know is that this possessiveness is only getting stronger as you stand before them, his thumb under her shirt as he holds her close. Maybe even closer than he had you.

"I just wanted to say thanks," you offer casually. "It's my new spot."

"Hm?

“The coffee shop we went to.”

“Oh, yeah? I'm glad you liked it."

It's infuriating how easily he can brush you off. His tone is flat, and you're grinning despite the pain aching in your face. You're nothing short of pissed as you hail your ass to class, your backpack weighing heavy on your body and Satoru on your mind.

You felt stupid for falling for it. Of course, he was a flirt, of course it was nothing special.

[satoru]: you free tmrw?

[you]: No, I'm not sry.

Matching his energy felt deserved in this case.

[satoru]: didn't you say you only had 1 class?

[satoru]: lemme take you out again :3

[you]: really?

[satoru]: i'll even bring you another candy! Please?

[satoru]: i promise i’d rather be with you than anyone else rn 

[satoru]: please?:(

[you]: …

[you]: only for a little while! I do have stuff to do, so…

Read. Oh, goddammit! Your classmates give you a look when you promptly–forcefully turn your phone over. At least he was taking you out again, right? It's not like it was a big deal; maybe you overreacted. He was really grating on your nerves.

He was all heart eyes and cute emojis when you sent him a selfie of you prettied up, and then he disappeared in typical fashion. You text him as you head down the dorm floors. Delivered. You're waiting outside, and everything is just delivered.

You start to feel a bit pathetic standing there like a cat left out in the rain. It's a miracle that Suguru Geto is passing by at that moment. It's only a coincidence that he knows precisely where Satoru was, but that wasn't any of your business.

"Hey there," he stops and gives you a simple wave, eyes scanning you appreciatively before settling on your saddened eyes.

"Hey," you'd worked together on a group project your first year.

You'd always found him kind.

"What are you doing waiting out here? Uber?"

You can't tell him his best friend ditched you. You just can't.

"No, uhm, I… I was waiting for someone, but they canceled."

"Oh? What a shame, not when you look so nice," and the lampposts emphasize the warm smile he gives you. "Aren't you cold?"

Of course, his best friend had left you shivering in a mini skirt. You give a mix of a nod and a shrug, murmuring that you're okay. Another unlucky thing, and you supposed you might burst into tears right in front of him.

"Why don't I keep you some company?"

Geto’s dorm is really nice. He's lucky to have a single room. You don't even realize Geto snaps a photo of you with a quirk on his lips.

[suguru]: attachment.jpg

[satoru]: ???

[satoru]: WHAT R U DOING?

[suguru]: Comforting her

[satoru]: this is so unfair!!!!!

[satoru]: don't do anything

Read. You turn with a grin as you point to one of his collectibles, "I love this show! Wow, this must be so expensive. You're so lucky!"

Geto is everything Satoru isn't when it comes to girls. He's low-key. Tender. If you hadn't of been tangled up with Satoru, things might've been different. Geto walks you home and ruffles your hair playfully when he bids you goodnight. You don't even realize Satoru's been messaging you. You'd muted him.

The minute Satoru found out about his best friend's plans, he jumped out of some poor girl's bed and tugged on his clothes, "I gotta go."

"What?... Won't you call me?"

Satoru's glad he doesn't have to look at her, his chuckle is muffled by the t-shirt he's tugging on.

"Sure I will, baby."

[satoru]: hey i'm otw!!

[satoru]: hello? Are you there?

[satoru]: lolol did you stand me up

[satoru]: Hello??

[you]: sorry! i thought you weren't coming, so I went to hang out with someone else

[satoru]: Come outside

He's standing there menacingly with arms crossed. He lurks like a thief of the night, and you suddenly feel an anxiety course through you. Your arms mimic his, crossing them to appear more confident than you really are.

"Hey–"

"Let's make one thing clear, I don't stand up girls!"

It's a white lie. At least not always, right? He really should get better time management, "and I was waiting here for you while you were with Suguru!"

"How did you know I was with Geto?!"

Satoru sticks out his tongue like a child, and your eyebrow ticks, "as if we don't tell each other everything!"

"Well, you did stand me up, technically! He said he didn't want it to be a waste."

"Well, he wanted to fuck you!"

It comes out so unexpectedly, even Satoru looks shocked.

"What?"

Surely Suguru won't mind if he uses him for this, right?

"I'm not like that. He’s a pervert,” he adds on for good measure. “I really just wanted to see you again."

It was like a video game. The more Satoru sweet-talked you, the more you felt like giving in. Your heart beating at the sudden information. Geto wanted you like that, and Satoru was being a stand-up gentleman. You’d left him waiting.

"If you really did, you wouldn't have been late!"

"Baby," and he swears to himself that the nickname just slipped out. "Please forgive me. It was an accident! I was just trying to get ready, and you weren't answering my messages…"

Satoru gives you puppy dog eyes, and you want to stay strong. The other girl flashes in your mind.

"I'll only forgive you if you pay me back!"

"Oho? Pay you back?"

"Yes," you say resolutely. "It's the only way."

You had undoubtedly thrown him for a loop. How do you pay a virgin back? Satoru looks positively adorable as his hand strokes his chin. He nods in affirmation once, twice.

"I've got something for you, then."

"...What is it?"

"Do you like smoking weed?"

It had happened a few times in the transition from high school to college. A joint there, a blunt here. You weren't exactly an experienced smoker. Satoru sits hunched over on your bed, tongue poking out as he focuses intently on the process of grinding, filtering, and rolling.

"You better watch and learn!"

His voice lilts as he takes a glance at you. He's on your bed, and a man is sitting on your bed, rolling your joints. Satoru gives you a quick wink; you're done for.

"Won't we get in trouble for this?"

"Don't get paranoid," he hums, tongue darting to wet the thin paper. "It'll be fine. We'll go to the terrace or whatever."

A daring hand squeezes your thigh, and you wonder if he hears the gasp that escapes you. He shoots up, a proud look as he presents the joint to you, “good enough for ya?”

"I still don't know if it's a good idea–"

"Don't be such a baby," he murmurs, bending to meet your height. Loose hair strands dangle in your face, and you wish he would kiss you again. "It's gonna be fine, I'll be right with you!"

He was right with you the whole time. Even as you sputtered, your eyes got glassy as you sank into the couch. Satoru drapes his jacket over your shoulders, lips brushing against your ear as he tells you he'll "keep you warm."

Satoru is definitely high. Bloodshot eyes peer at each other as you snuggle further into his jacket. It's warm and smells like cool cologne. It's intoxicating, and you're lazily looking up at him.

"It feels… good."

"Does it now?"

He slinks closer, body sinking further into the couch and knees lewdly widening to spread. He gives you no room, forcing you to come closer to him under the shadowy moonlight.

"It does."

The wolf's jaw widens with hunger.

"Why don't we go back to your room? It's too cold out here."

It really sounds like a good idea when his hand moves further up your thigh, "I still have to make this all up for you. For being such a bad date."

"I thought you already were," and he's finally kissing you again.

A drink of water on a hot day. That's how he kisses, refreshing and light as he quickly urges you to lie further back on the terrace couch. Satisfaction inside you thrums; you knew he was just playing around, sincerity lacing his lips as he kisses your jaw: "You taste so sweet, I really am sorry."

"It's…" he's watching you rampantly. "It's okay."

Satoru smacks the meat of your thigh, a slap echoing as you gasp, "Hey!"

"Let's go back to your room," he reiterates again.

You can't say no in your haze.

Satoru kisses you the minute you cross the threshold from the hallway to the dorm room. He's all over you, all-encompassing, and it's addicting how his fingers twitch around your waist. He's so eager and swallowing your meek whimpers as he guides you to the bed.

"W-Wait, Satoru, I'm…"

He pauses raggedly, licking his lips as he plays the kind lover, "You're what?"

A beat of silence passes through the both of you.

"Am I overwhelming you? Sorry…”

Just as quickly as he pulls away, your hands grasp his forearms with a primal need.

"No! No, I just…" you swallow anxiously, and he feels his cock twitch. "I'm just not experienced like that."

"Oh? You're a virgin," he comments, and a hand comes to lightly rub your shoulder. "Well, we don't have to do anything… but it'd be rude.

"R-Rude?"

"Yeah," he exhales simply, nosing your neck. "'M so attracted to you, and I wanted to pay you back. You're kinda jerking me around here."

"Oh. I-I didn't mean–"

"So it should be fine, right? I wouldn't hurt you," he purrs into your ear, tugging your earlobe with his teeth. "I'll make you feel so good, baby. You'd be able to feel me right… here."

His fingers lazily tap your lower tummy, and you realize he doesn't want to make love; he wants to fuck and pound you into the mattress. His fingers dip lower, his lips leaving syrupy kisses on the fluff of your stomach. It feels more than good.

"It feels…"

"What? Tell me," he demands intently, teeth snapping your skirt against your skin. "If you want me to keep going."

"What?!"

He snickers at your aghast look. Satoru is a man starved, shoving his face between your thighs and inhaling deeply, "such a sweet pussy."

The room spins as you whimper under his teasing touches.

"I-It feels good," you pant softly, with a hand coming to push the crown of his head. "But, I've never–"

In a flash, he's got you pinned. You can't even try to budge him, his muscles bulging slightly as he settles on top of you. He's so big in every way. He dwarfs your form to make sure all you know is Satoru; all you need is him, here, giving it to you good.

"No more buts. I'm gonna make you feel good, yeah? Don't you trust me?"

"...I trust you, I'm just nervous."

It feels like a scolding, but then his hands innocently unbutton your top like he's chatting with you over a meal, "I know~. But don't be. I just wanna make ya' feel good. You'll let me, won't you?"

His words are punctuated with a squeeze of your tits. No one's ever touched you like this before. His thumb is glistening after his tongue peeks out to wet it, eyes holding yours in a wicked gaze. No one's ever tweaked your nipple like this; you're keening and trying to squirm away with a whine.

"Don't try to run away, baby. I'll just bring you back," he murmurs, tugging off his shirt.

Your twin bed creaks as he removes your top, licking his lips.

“Mmf, I’m sensitive there,” you pathetically whisper as your hips buck against him.

You say it so he’ll slow down, but your bra is on full display. The pretty lace, with patterns of roses and curls of fabric, accentuate your soft chest. Satoru looks wistful as his hands run over the delicate pattern and texture.

"Wow, for me? Were you expecting something like this to happen?"

Flexible fingers trace the lace of your bra before giving you another rough squeeze, Satoru sighing in near relief as he fondles your chest.

"No, they–oh, they were on sale!"

"Yeah? Good thing," he purrs before leaning down and sucking on your right breast, tongue laving over your nipple. "'S beautiful on you."

He knows you need this special attention. You've been begging for ages; of course, you want his face in your chest as you moan and moan.

"Poor thing needs me."

His teeth graze your sensitive skin, and finally, a weak moan escapes you, "Sah-Satoru."

The man in question groans, hearing your breathy plea. He's so fucking hard, pulsing in his pants. God, he could cum in his pants just listening to you mewl from playing with your tits.

"Fuck, ohfuck!"

"You're so responsiveee. It's so cute!"

Satoru sits up, his bulge prominent as he scans you over again. If only he had his Polaroid, you would easily be the most beautiful girl walking off uncaptured by him. He'd have to commit you to memory whenever he felt alone and needy.

You eye his figure shyly, seeing a man like this up close for the first time. He tilts his head at your curiously heated before leaning back over you till your hips meet. There's an experimental grind to which you bite your lip, and Satoru feels like the luckiest man in the world.

"Look at me, lemme kiss you."

Somehow, a kiss turns into making out. Your lips slot together easily, and you're preening for his attention at every stroke and lick against your lips. He bites down on the plush of your bottom lip, sighing as you fall further into his arms.

He can't wait anymore; he's too needy, and you sound so good: "I can feel how wet you are, baby. All for me, hm? Not anyone else, not Suguru, no one."

“Keep doing that, ohmy–shit.”

Satoru grinds against you harder, rugged pants escaping him as his hips ruffle your skirt, and he drags his clothed bulge against your clit over and over and over again. It's so sticky between your thighs, your pussy leaking as Satoru pushes your buttons till you're gasping and locking your legs around his waist.

"Ohmygod, 'toru! Ohfuckfuck, I-I can't–I'm gonna cum!"

"Look at you. Cumming from me–nghh, grinding into your creamy pussy. Come on, baby, make a mess of me. Let me feel you soak me."

"Oh, Satoru!!"

You're wiped with your vision going bright as you cum all over his grinding movements. His hands fist the sheets by your head, groaning as the man on top of you struggles to not blow his load too early. He rocks into you roughly and rides out your high with you.

It was one of the strongest orgasms you'd ever had. You're still not entirely back, and his hand lightly slaps your cheek with a chuckle, "Don't tap out on me yet."

A mist of Satoru engulfs you as he tugs your skirt down and off, letting it dangle off your socked foot. He hums, appreciative of the matching lace panties.

"A matching set? Thank you~."

A loud rip echoes in the still room. You protest while he undoes his pants and tosses them in your room. He's hot, hot, hot. His dick leaks pre-cum and a hiss escapes gritted teeth as he pumps over you.

"I paid so much for that!"

"Wasn't it on sale? Besides, it's preventing me from seeing my favorite girl. Keep still."

His movements are practiced as a nimble finger spreads your arousal around. Satoru giggles at the squelching sound when he sinks a finger in, eyes flickering up to yours with a Cheshire cat grin, "well?"

"Your fingers are, ah! L-Longer than mine," you mumble, feet curling as you squirm.

A strong hand quiets your movements, Satoru squeezing your hip as he curls the digit, before slipping in another. It leaves you gasping and already feeling so full as he slowly finger fucks you. The slick sounds make you feel embarrassed and eager to try to close up your legs, but Satoru's free hand digs into the meat of your thigh with a "stop squirming."

He inserts another, and you're squeezing around him too tight. He's downright delirious. The man can't help himself when he dives and suckles your clit between two pretty pink lips.

"Ohmygod, Satoru! Fuck, fuck! Wait, I-I can't–it's!!--"

Satoru can't stop, his own eyes rolling back as he licks your pussy from top to bottom. You taste so fucking sweet. He needs you so bad, he needs you right fucking now.

"Baby, c'mon, you ready?"

You're panting and twitching from how he plays with your body. You're a mess and hair sticks to your forehead as you lay there spent, "I'm wha?"

His head bumps your clit, a soft sigh escaping Satoru as he cants his hips up to barely glide against your sopping folds, "I said, do you wanna be fucked? You ready?"

Purring into your neck and a hand on the underside of your thigh, he's pushing your leg back and pushing forward till his fat tip nestles right at your creamy hole. He's big, too big, it won't fit! You don't even realize you're babbling till his giggle snaps you out of your trance.

"She's swallowing me up so good, holy fuck. You're so so so tight, baby, gonna blow my load so fast."

You're writhing under him, voice caught in your throat as he bullies his fat cock inside. Your walls clench at the sudden intrusion, the way your pussy lets Satoru nestle so deep inside you inch by inch is overwhelming pleasure with pain. You're mumbling, gripping, whining for relief as he stretches you to the limit and peppers your face with kisses.

"'T-Toru," your eyes water, and you're fisting his shirt desperately. "You're so deep inside me, c-can feel you everywhere."

"That's right, cutie. I'm deflowering you, how's it feel? Good, right?"

His hips grind against yours, tip hitting your g-spot in a way where your breath stutters.

"Yes! Oh fuck, wait, just wait."

"Uh, uh. Gotta get her used to it, gotta make sure my baby's taking all of me. Imma move now, hnng."

He starts shallowly rocking against you; little ah, ah, ah's escape you as Satoru eagerly watches your arousal and hints of red coat his throbbing dick. At that, his head tips backward, and he can't help himself when he thrusts into you particularly hard.

You see stars, mouth falling open as Satoru fucks you into your poor creaking bed, he's all the way in your guts now and nimble fingers press over your navel with a manipulative grin, "I'm riiiight here. God, no one else will have you like this, you know? Not your husband or your next boyfriend; I'm claiming this sweet hole and making you mine. Ya hear me?"

"I-I hear you! Nghh, 'toru, I feel like'm gonna cum…!"

"Yeah? Gonna let me feel it, fuuuuck baby. I wanna feel it. Come on, let me make you cum, pretty girl. Let me see your sweet face. It's always the best part about virgins."

His comments leave you with a slight question mark in your mind, lips parting to ask what exactly he meant? Satoru is all keyed in and lands a fat thumb over your swollen bud to rub harsh circles. You're keening and panting and suddenly, you're falling off the edge and squirting all over his cock.

“Satoru! Fuck me, fuckme, oh!!”

Satoru stays enraptured with how you cum around him. Everything feels shaky, it doesn't even feel real, but his balls are churning, and suddenly, he's splaying a hand across your chest to hold you down, and he pumps into your cunt.

He cums with a groan in your ear, hips twitching as he slams into you twice, three times before stilling with a satisfied sigh. He’s wearing a condom, but you can feel how he pulses inside you. Your whimper is soft, utterly exhausted as you weakly clench around his softening dick.

"Jesus, and you're really a virgin. Well, you were," he smirked, and you're hiding your face in his chest with a groan. "Don't get all shy, I just had you all spread open for me."

"Satoruuu," you mumble, lower half aching as you snuggle up to him like a cat begging for scratches.

He happily obliges, the both of you falling into a deep slumber. When you wake up, he kisses you and rolls the two of you another joint to indulge in. He spends the day in his boxers in your room, the two of you kissing and touching as if you were dating. Maybe you wanted to be.

But things with him never last.

"You're too cruel," Suguru laughs and shakes his head. "Seriously."

"You're just jealous about how I'm beating your list now. You'll have to get with someone really ugly now to catch up. A virgin is like an angel."

Satoru teases, eyes flickering to his phone when he sees your contact pop up. So, maybe he hadn't been the best person ever. Maybe he'd immediately ditched you after one night and day of bliss. It wasn't his fault! He was a busy guy and had things to do.

It worked out great anyway when he saw the lewd photo you sent him. Tits pushed up, messy hair, god, he twitches in his boxers.

[angel]: come over?

[angel]: please

[angel]: I saw you with that girl

He snorts, texting back, "so what?"

[angel]: i'm better than her

[angel]: and I can show you

Satoru keeps his messages private to himself, but wonders if you'll ever learn as he bids goodbye to Suguru and skips off to your dorm.

[doyouknowthisactor]

By "roles" I mean playing a different character, and in a different piece of media; someone playing one character across a franchise only counts as one thing for the purposes of this poll, as does playing multiple characters in one franchise/piece of media

Below are some of this actor's roles. Please only check after voting!

Supernatural as Claire Novak

Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania as Cassie Lang

Pokemon: Detective Pikachu as Lucy Stevens

Lisa Frankenstein as Lisa Swallows

More roles

[bookwyrmonastring]

Just realized I can talk about my AUs on here so here is the most deranged swap au known to man

J swaps with Tessa

And Cyn swaps with the Absolute Solver

The solver as a drone isn't here but I'm gonna brief yall on a couple more characters before revealing Cyn's deal to build suspense.

When Tessa rose again as a zombie drone, she was badly hurt, and would have died again in days had Jade Elliot not saved her. She became obsessed with her rebirth and sought to understand the secrets of life and death, especially how they affected drones (she's so victor Frankenstein coded I love her).

This journey took her to a scrapyard where she met a runway drone who had modified herself with the trash there: Uzi (she was swapped with Alice in an early version of the au, so some remnants of that linger). Uzi has digitigrade legs, toe beans, purely cosmetic bug antenna, and IR and night vision. She's also kinda rusty. (Also uzi in this au takes some inspiration from @solroskajan's Rebel Or Runaway au go check her stuff out it's awesome.) The two engineers quickly become friends, and eventually Tessa brings N and V to meet Uzi. V falls in love at first sight, and immediately panics bc she doesn't want to be disloyal to N, who she hasn't even confessed to yet. Eventual Envuzi bc its my otp/ot3. Anyway back to crimes against nature.

Tessa is just as into the occult as in canon, so she's trying to summon demons and shit (with Uzi's help of course). Eventually she succeeds (and nearly disintegrates into a pile of rust in the process) and gives an entity known as The Ultimate Parasite a physical form.

The Parasite of the Ultimate Fertilizer, The Rot, The Inevitable Dawn: Cyn (she/it pronouns as is my general headcanon for her)(yes im projecting) is an eldritch goddess of death, time, and rebirth. She is based around the idea that destruction is just transformation and thus, is creation. Predation, parasitism, rot; smashing a statue with a hammer creates a pile of dust as surely as sculpting creates a statue. It has a fungal and parasitic wasp motif, and is, well, about the way you'd expect an eldritch goddess of time to act. She's distant, she's seen thousands of civilizations rise and fall and it Knows that everything is temporary, knows it surer than it knows anything else. Needless to say, having a conversation with it usually results in existential dread. If anyone draws her I would die (in a good way). All that's set for her appearance it's that it is Mushroom and has wasp mandibles.

Oh also I forgot to mention that Jade still does her buzzword gimmick from canon but sarcastically. Goodness she's so sarcastic.

Asks welcome, and to finish off here's all my AUs listed from least to most self-explanatory: Cyn-tinal, Sibling Swap, Pokemon!AU, N kills Yeva

[stsainz]

today, i decided to wear my hoodie once again

cr;

Today Means Amen by Sierra DeMulder // landonorris on Twitter // A Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams // British GQ interview // Max Verstappen and Lando Norris 2013 // Upstream: Selected Essays by Mary Oliver // lando.jpg on Instagram // Beyong The Grid Interview with Carlos Sainz 2018 @artemispt // landonorris on Instagram // pink + white by Frank Ocean // The Predatory Wasp of the Palisades Is Out to Get Us! by Sufjan Stevens // Cleopatra and Frankenstein by Coco Mellors // McLaren Unboxed 2020 // Be Alone by Childish Gambino // Sims tag // Le Gay Ghetto: Gay Cartoons from Christopher Street (1980), by Charles Ortleb & Richard Fiala // Hoodie Video // McLaren Instagram reel ||

[chrislaplante]

BRONTE'S COMFORT LIST

comfort food(s): pizza, tortas “ahoga perros”, corn “at-home-street-style”, nachos, chicken nuggets, beef taquitos, lentils, etc.

comfort drink(s): honestly? water. lol horchata and coca cola.

comfort movie(s): the exorcist, the terminator, the exorcism of emily rose, split, drive, foxfire, brainscan, constantine, candyman, the rocky films, the ip man films, the star wars (eps 1-6 & rogue one) films, school of rock, donnie darko, 8 mile, the crow, gus van sant’s last days, jeepers creepers, awake, secret window, pet sematary (1&2), rosemary’s baby, my soul to take, child’s play, psycho, the texas chainsaw massacre (remake), jaws, scream, the craft, the lost boys, edward scissorhands, beetlejuice, the matrix, american werewolf in london, the cabinet of dr caligari, zodiac, red dragon, rambo/first blood, insidious (1,2&5), the Halloween franchise, the Friday the 13th franchise, the a nightmare on elm street franchise (with remake), the evil dead (& remake), gremlins, ghostbusters (1&2), silent night deadly night, the amityville horror, my friend dahmer, murder by numbers, sinister, twister, twisted nerve, natural born killers, behind the mask, the sixth sense, Alice in wonderland, peter pan, dumbo, bambi, the land before time, the sword in the stone, the aristocats, the beauty and the beast, etc.

comfort show(s): bob’s burgers, dexter, sons of anarchy, 21 jump street, renegade, stephen king’s rose red, salem’s lot, american horror story (first two seasons), tales from the crypt, daria, catfish, the twilight zone, criminal minds, the x files, the green hornet, etc.

comfort clothing: ripped jeans, baggy (oversized) tees, baggy (oversized) hoodies, cargo pants and shorts, plaid button-ups, sweatpants (joggers), overall pants, long socks, sneakers, combat boots, trench coats, “grandpa” or “80s dad” sweaters, bunny slippers, sandals with socks, the occasional dress or romper, etc.

comfort song(s): what’s up (4 non blondes), stan (eminem), vampires will never hurt you (mcr), darkside (bring me the horizon), disgusting semla (morbid), one (metallica), the hunger (distillers), burn (the cure), oye mi amor (mana), afuera (caifanes), jeremy (pearl jam), numb (linkin park), nightcall (kavinsky), etc.

comfort book(s): red dragon, the wasp factory, frankenstein, damien echols’ autobiography, darkly dreaming dexter, joyland (sk), into the wild, the jedi quest book series, the i am not a serial killer book series, the crow (comic), the exorcist, salem’s lot, drive, constantine (film novelization), hellblazer (comics), per yngve ohlin (clem petit-huguenin), lots of old dh darth vader comic runs, etc.

comfort game(s): battleship, guess who, perfection, operation, ouija, “baseball” (card game), checkers, chinese checkers, puzzles, dark lore, the golden ticket, duck hunt, hog.warts legacy, etc.

stolen from: @walkeddeath. framing: @k4rlsson, @freakarus, @strigoix / @miercolaes, @morb1dg1rl, @wastrels, @liraspins, @likeorpheus, @stringmastery, @hangtenn, @nuks, @andtheylive, @absentpublic, @00sgoth, @punkzombie, @popularmxnster, @mrdelroy, @allevils, @getslashed, @bloodykneestm, @helvehte, @helltoraise, @facepeeled, @cheekypriest, @v011d, @roznrot, @poisonedfire, @butscrewmefirst, @notimminent, @sweets1n, @daensuse, @horrorface, + you.

[artmakerproductions]

Monsters of the Public Domain Re-envisioned

Image 1:

Count Orlock from “Nosferatu” (1922)

The Creature from “Frankenstein” (1910)

Audrey Jr from “The Little Shop of Horrors” (1960)

Graveyard Ghoul from “Night of the Living Dead” (1968)

Image 2:

Killer Shrews from “Attack of the Killer Shrews” (1959)

Giant Gila Monster from “The Giant Gila Monster” (1959)

Allosaurus and Brontosaurus from “The Lost World” (1925)

Janice Starlin from “The Wasp Woman” (1959)

Sea Creature from “Creature from the Haunted Sea” (1961)

[st-el-la-luna]

Okay but like, what's with fandoms and their recent obsession with "purifying" themselves and the content in them?

It's one thing if a content creator is outed as a pedophile or a racist or a xenophobe.

What I'm talking about is this newfound hatred towards dark fics and dark subject matter in general. It's like people don't understand that it's fiction. Fiction is not reality. Even if the writing is disgusting or amoral, it's not real. And you don't have to read it.

People have been writing weird shit for ages. So how come we only ever see these purity enforcers attacking fic writers or fan artists in fandoms?

Like, in the COD fandom I've seen a bunch of people getting hounded for posting or consuming dark content, I've also gotten a couple messages about it. And, like, hey buddy? Who really cares.

Fiction and reality are two separate things.

Also, why are you attacking me, a 20 year old who lives with their mom and writes for their ten consultant followers and not, oh, I don't know...

Stephen King, who has that whole underage sewer orgy scene in It.

Or the e creators of call of duty for creating literal propaganda. Because, hey besties, yes, that's what COD is. Propaganda. They want you to see it and be like, "yay, guns and the military!" And that's the thing about fiction. It's allowed.

The issue at hand is, in my mind, an issue of deeper reading comprehension or complex thoughts. And a lack of understanding of catharsis.

No one is saying these things are good. But these things exist in the world, like it or not. And in my mind, it's better to portray them in fiction than not at all. Because at least in portraying it awareness can be spread.

And again, if you don't like something, if it triggers you, just don't read it. It's simple. Like if you're watching a movie and can't stand blood so you cover your eyes not to see. You aren't going to go after the director are you? No. You're going to take steps to protect yourself against content you don't want to see or consume.

I think it's an issue of separating fan works from "real" works. Those who say fan art isn't real art or fanfiction isn't real writing. So perhaps in those people's minds, fan works, not being "real" means that they shouldn't portray things we see in reality.

All this to say here's a non-definitive list of novels with dark/disturbing content that these people would want to oppose:

It by Stephen King: The kids having an orgy in the sewers, child abuse, sexual abuse

Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov: pseudo-incest, hebephilia

The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Attwood: Women being stripped of rights, education, loss of bodily autonomy, forced breeders (at the hands of a government)

The Wasp Factory by Iain Banks

The Road by Cormac McCarthy: People keeping other people for food, people keeping women as breeding stock (at the hands of bandits in a post-apocalyptic world)

Flowers in the Attic by V. C. Andrews: child neglect, child abuse, forced isolation, incest, rape

1984 by George Orwell: totalitarianism, government surveillance, insignificance and weakness of the individual

The Stand by Stephen King: sex, rape, ableism, abuse of handicapped people, violence and killing

Maus by Art Spiegelman: depiction of violence, concentration camps, Nazis, Nazi imagery, dehumanization, starvation, mass murder

Frankenstein by Marry Shelley: human experimentation, grave robbing, necromancy, technical necrophilia, murder, revenge, suicide

In the Miso Soup by Ryū Murakami: pedo/hebephilic relations, sex industry, murder

Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy: graphic depictions of violence, use of slurs, child abuse, infanticide (? Been a while since I read it so I might be misremembering), pedophilia, rape, sexual assault and violence

Tender is the Flesh by Agustina Bazterrica: cannibalism, forced breeding, objectification, slave trade, people being bred and sold for meat

A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess: sadism, sexual violence

The Girl Next Door by Jack Ketchum: captivity, torture, torture at the hands of children, violence, sexual violence, based on a true story

Lord of The Flies by William Golding: shows the truth of human nature, dissolution of society and it's rules, violence as a basal instinct

The 120 Days of Sodom by Marquis de Sade: sex, sexual violence, rape, sex trade, pedophilia, incest, abuse, literally just the whole book

Trainspotting by Irvine Welsh: mental illness, drug use/addiction, infant death

American Psycho by Brett Easton Ellis: violence, gore, rape, murder, torture, misogyny, sadism

A lot of these books, though considered scary and disturbing and gross, are also seen as classics.

It's not the fault of the author or the media they create, but that of the consumer.

You can find it icky and gross after reading or watching such things. Most of the time you're supposed to. That's a good thing, it means you're human. These things make you think and feel and emphasize.

To control what can and cannot be written is censorship. To control how certain things are portrayed is censorship.

Be aware of the media that's out there, because these disturbing things are real issues out there. And if you can't stomach it, don't consume it.

Simple.

[tearfallpixie]

Music of My Soul - Chapter 5: New Lineups

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“Good evening Denver!” Chris addressed the crowd as the lights came up over them. “You are on it today.” They all cheered even louder than they had been and I grinned from my place next to Vinny. “As you can see, our lineup is a bit different tonight. So let's do a reintroduction shall we?” There was another cheer. “On drums we have the fabulous fiery Vinny Mauro.” Vinny did a little trill on his kit and waved. “Justin Frankenstein Marrow gracing us on the bass.” Justin just made faces to the crowd and so did Ryan as he got introduced.

“Ryan Skiez Sitkowski on guitar. Ricky Horror Olson back on guitar.” Ricky played a little riff on his guitar and waved to the crowd as well. “And last but certainly not least our new permanent keyboardist, the beautiful Dakota Grace.” I smirked and played the opening notes to The Black Parade making the crowd cry out in shock and Ricky and Vinny burst out laughing. “Now thats just cruel.” Chris grinned. “I am your host Chris Motionless and we are Motionless in White. We love you guys!” He called as we started playing Slaughterhouse.

I watched as the boys danced around the stage and grinned. They were so lively. We moved onto another song and out of habit of the last few weeks I started singing on one of the bridges.

“No hope, no time. Can’t go back, can't rewind. I still belong to you.” My eyes went wide as I realized what I had done but in order to play it off, I kept going. “No hope, no time. Can't go back, can't rewind. You still belong to me.” We played the rest of the song and afterwards Ricky came up to me. “Ricky, I’m so sorry.”

“Don't be! We sounded amazing together.” He exclaimed. “Sing scoring with me too.”

“What? No!”

“Do it! Or I’ll make Chris make you.” He threatened with a smirk. I scowled and he jumped off the platform victoriously.

“The dawning of a new age. These aren't just notes on a page. These are the weapons of rebirth.” I sang once we reached the last song. “The dawning of a new age. Where we will take back the stage. And score the ending of the earth.” If possible it seemed the crowd was even more obsessed with that verse than before.

“What the fuck? That was insane! Your voices fit so well together.” Chris freaked out when we all got off stage.

“I told you she would give Rick a run for his money.” Vinny laughed, tapping me on the head with his drumstick.

“Are you ok sharing your parts?” Chris asked Ricky.

“With her? Hell yeah.” The guitarist confirmed.

“Cool. The fans loved it tonight.”

“You two should sing the cinematic version of Eternally Yours and have her sing.” Ricky smirked.

“Noe you’re just asking for trouble Olson.” Chris launched at him and I watched them tussle adoringly. I let out a giggle and both boys stopped and looked up at me.

“You’re adorable.” Ricky popped off and my cheeks went red. “I’m sorry! I didn't mean-”

“Ricky. It’s fine. Thank you.” I murmured. I leaned forward and kissed his cheek before going to take a quick shower.

~~~~

“Settle in. We’re in for a long drive.” Chris said as I stepped onto the bus. I groaned and dropped my bag at my bunk before returning to the front. Chris pulled me down on top of him and Ricky.

“Sorry.” I mumbled trying to squirm away.

“You’re fine.” He murmured, putting his arms on top of my legs and turning on The Office. I blushed for the millionth time that day because of the tattooed guitarist and decided to just settle in.

“You know the whole world will start speculating about your relationship now just by how you acted on stage right?” Justin teased from his spot on the other couch. I swore a hint of jealousy crossed Ricky's face but he didn't move so I just brushed it off.

“So what? Who I decide to date is my business.” Chris shrugged, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly.

“They’ll probably be mostly upset by the fact that you and Rick didn't get back together.” Vinny popped off, not tearing his eyes away from his game. He was playing World of Warcraft on his laptop and I hadn't even realized he was listening.

“You two dated? That's news to me.” I smirked at the singer.

“Yeah, for a couple of years when he first joined the band.” Chris said guiltily, dropping his head so his bangs covered his face. I felt his muscles tense around my waist and I could tell he thought I wasn't going to be happy about that.

“What happened?”

“Devin fucked us all up mentally when we found out what he was saying so we took a break. I dated Gaia. Ricky found Jamie and we never really talked about it again.” He said. There was regret written all over their faces and they glanced at each other.

“I hope it doesn't make you feel uncomfortable.” Ricky mumbled.

“That you two are bi? No, why should it?” I asked.

“Because we used to sleep together.”

“And? He used to sleep with Gaia too but that's in the past.” I shrugged. Ricky seemed to relax and nodded before shoving my legs off of him and standing up.

“I’m tired. I’m going to go lay down.” He went down the hall before any of us could say anything and we all just watched him go.

“Do you think he’s ok?” I asked Chris, adjusting myself until I was sitting next to him.

“He said he was tired. Leave him be until we get to the hotel.” Chris murmured, kissing my temple.

“I forgot we were in a hotel tonight. Thank god. I need a bath.” There was resounding agreement from everyone in the lounge seeing as we had been on the bus for over a week now without proper beds.

[frankendykes-monster]

Countdown to Halloween 2024 ranked

54. The Willies (1990)

53. Hell High (1987)

52. Face of The Screaming Werewolf (1964)

51. Terrifier (2016)

50. The Last Halloween (1991)

49. Cathy's Curse (1977)

48. The Last Shark (1981)

47. Godzilla × Kong: The New Empire (2024)

46. Creepozoids (1987)

45. The Horror of Frankenstein (1970)

44. Frankenstein's Castle of Freaks (1974)

43. Man Beast (1956)

42. Tourist Trap (1979)

41. Daughter of Dr. Jekyll (1957)

40. Fiend (1980)

39. Vampyros Lesbos (1971)

38. Devil Girl From Mars (1954)

37. Halloween Hall o' Fame (1977)

36. Nightmare (1981)

35. The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra (2001)

34. Peeping Tom (1960)

33. Violent Shit (1989)

32. Invaders From Mars (1986)

31. Eggshells (1969)

30. Night of The Ghouls (1959)

29. Scream, Blacula, Scream (1973)

28. The Strange World of Planet X (1958)

27. The Colossus of New York (1958)

26. The Scooby-Doo Project (1999)

25. Night of The Living Doo (2001)

24. Scooby-Doo! and The Reluctant Werewolf (1988)

23. The Great Bear Scare (1983)

22. The Wasp Woman (1995)

21. The Cyclops (1957)

20. Frankenstein and The Monster from Hell (1974)

19. The Tingler (1959)

18. The Boogey Man (1980)

17. The Dragon Lives Again (1977)

16. Quatermass and The Pit (1967)

15. The Brain That Wouldn't Die (1962)

14. Mad Love (1935)

13. The Alien Factor (1978)

12. The Walking Dead (1935)

11. Dr. Caligari (1989)

10. The Deadly Spawn (1983)

9. Invaders From Mars (1953)

8. Alucarda (1977)

7. Uzumaki (2024)

6. Sole Survivor (1984)

5. Nosferatu the Vampyre (1979)

4. Shock Waves (1977)

3. Frankenhooker (1990)

2. Invasion of The Body Snatchers (1978)

1. Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla (1974)

What a productive year. October lasts all of 30 seconds which is why I have to start watching these in July if I want to make any decent headway (31 films is not enough). I desperately tried to make this a year of "have not seens" after last year's top spots being flooded with films I already loved; we mostly did it, mostly. Another top heavy year with relatively few abysmal entries, let's get started.

The Willies is the grand shitshow for this year. It feels like it's an evolutionary precursor to something like Goosebumps or Are You Afraid of The Dark?, but it mostly plays to gross out rather than scares. I don't normally care for anthology horror films to begin so to start off a film with brief segments like a woman eating a deep fried rat or a little white dog being microwave exploded and then doing extended stories on monsters hiding in the school bathroom does not do it for me. The most minimal points possible for some decent lighting and special effects but they are not enough by any means to make this worth watching. Stay away.

Onto the 1980's horror: Hell High is what happens when a film crew asks "what if we put a woman into a situation and didn't stop". I want to call it misogynistic torture porn, but I don't want to devalue that phrase for when I use it for a film later on here, but suffice to say a woman is tortured. Emotionally. For very little reason. Universal was right to block The Last Shark from US theatrical distribution. Not because it's a very blatant Jaws ripoff and they wanted to protect their copyright, but because it's abysmal and nobody should have to pay money to see this. I think the stock footage of sharks juxtaposed with the unmoving props between shots is funny, and some of the soundtrack elevates the experience, like the high shrill drones when the shark attacks a helicopter. Creepozoids is an odd one because 1987 was a bit late for a Mad Max/Escape from New York/Alien knockoff but also too early for some Full Moon tier/softcore porn adjacent 1990's production, so it loses out on both fronts. Fiend I'm struggling to even recall, I feel like Don Dohler had one movie in him (see: his plethora of alien invasion films) and him trying to branch out did him no favors. Nightmare is one I want to enjoy because it's beautifully shot but I feel like I've seen one too many slasher adjacent films at this point that include plot points like the killer having a troubled relationship with his mother or him moonlighting as a regular guy (still better than Pieces mind you). Same with Violent Shit. I feel like my tastes are pretty attuned to films that are just gore effects showcases but this one doesn't have any zany concepts to justify or compliment it, so it just falls flat.

The Boogey Man belongs to that tirade of Halloween knockoffs that flooded theaters up till about 1984 or so, but it puts in some extra effort like having a ghost be the main antagonist and a symbolic interest in mirrors, which is much more than could be asked of films like Terror Train which came out the same year. Dr. Caligari is the obligatory "this is what Tim Burton thinks he's doing" film of this year; its sets and its performances are perfectly otherworldly to a humorous degree. It's something of a quasi-sequel to the 1920 film but its relationship with logic is attuned to such a frequency that it's not a hindrance. Very hard to objectively quantify, you're either in the target audience or you aren't, so of all films here take its tier placement the least seriously. The Deadly Spawn is such a gloriously gross film. The house it's shot in isn't supposed to be disgusting on purpose, it's just one of those century's old buildings where I feel like I'd revulse if I had to touch any surface, and that's before fleshy alien monsters break in and start shredding people to bits. Sole Survivor is one of those magical "missing link" horror films, we've finally found what comes between Carnival of Souls and Final Destination. The actual scares in this film are incredibly minimal as it prioritizes atmosphere that balances between comfort and unease, something incredibly rare for films of virtually any genre. Don't go in expecting ghosts and you'll be pleasantly surprised.

Taking a brief-ish detour to the 1960's, Face of The Screaming Werewolf is one of those films I'm more angry at than anything because it's one of those films that's just the combined stray footage of multiple previous films. Rare for these to be produced in the western market (most of the examples I think of are from (south)east Asia) but it's infuriating nonetheless to see something only to discover it's a worse version of multiple better things you could be seeing. Peeping Tom is our "most overrated" entry winner, I don't know why so many people applaud this one, I feel like barely anything of substance happens to such a degree that any ounce of suspense you could draw from this just disappears, and what a shame with the concept at play here that feels as if it would take another decade for everyone else to catch up. Eggshells is the directorial debut of Tobe Hooper and while cohesive narrative is virtually nonexistent here, the amount of experimental editing keeps this going throughout the entire runtime, you can definitely see where The Texas Chainsaw Massacre came from down the line. I feel like I'm somewhat disappointed with Quatermass and The Pit (not sure what "The Pit" refers to now that I think of it) mostly becasue the first two Quatermass films are among the best 1950's science fiction films. All three are theatrical remakes of television mini-series and that's most felt here with how so much of the film takes place in the single location of an unearthed Martian ship in the heart of London. I do love that we have a science fiction film positing that humans are partly the genetic ancestors of aliens prior to people taking that seriously with books like Chariot of The Gods. The Brain That Wouldn't Die is magical, sometimes those oft hated 1950's/1960's science fiction films have something to give back to the rest of us. Here it's a man so obsessed with his own work that he sees his wife's death as an opportunity to try and kill other women so that he can use their bodies as grounds to bring her back. Which sounds like something else I watched...

...said film being Frankenhooker, which has largely the same plot but now functions as a dark comedy. God. I hate so much that the capitalist enclosure on the production and distribution of film prevented us from getting so much more from Frank Henenlotter. The man is one of the best to ever direct horror, and anyone who thinks this film or any of his other work are "bad movies" just flat out do not know what they're talking about. I think compared to Basket Case and Brain Damage however, Frankenhooker is the one that "keeps giving". You think you've seen everything the film has to offer and then something like a hotel room full of women combusts as they succumb to the effects of exploding crack or Elizabeth (the titular character) has her head punched back and starts spewing smoke and electricity everywhere. Film is a magical medium of art.

Terrifier is what I held onto "misogynistic torture porn" for. No narrative, no character work, just opportunities to show Art the Clown dismember and murder women in revolting ways. It's one of those films that vindicates everyone that doesn't like this genre and makes me wonder what I'm doing sitting side by side with people that like this shit. I think Art cutting off a woman's breasts and scalp and attaching them to his nude body to disguise himself as another prior female victim of his is when my mouth went agape and audibly asked what the fuck am I watching, cannot stress enough how much it takes to get that reaction out of me. There's an upfront showcase that Terrifier knows that it's trash and revels in it, I mean there's an early scene where we see Art has spelled out his name in his own shit, and I'm not sure how to interpret that other than I feel like I might be landing in a Duchamp's Urinal trap. For reasons that allude even me I am still eyeing the prospect of watching both sequels.

I think my overall reaction to Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire is one of "whatever". A passably bad film is a definite improvement from the abomination that was Godzilla vs. Kong but it's admittedly easy to rise up when you start from the bottom. Adam Wingard more or less sucked all the joy I could muster out of the Monsterverse, I truly do not care anymore. If anything can be gleaned from this film it's that this is a film made to reconfirm people's existing biases of "I hate the boring human scenes, I'm only watching this for the monsters." Kong is the best actor in this film because the special effects team have to have him actually emote in response to a given situation, which is more than could be asked of anyone actually on the set, apparently. It's a miracle that this came out in the shadow of Godzilla Minus One than on its own terms.

The glut of 1950's science fiction films are a perennial staple of the Halloween countdown but they don't have a huge showing this year. Man Beast is one I'm going to confuse with all the other yeti movies of the decade though having a main antagonist that's actually a human hybrid gets it some points for originality. Daughter of Dr. Jekyll infuriates me because women who become monsters in film never get to be "hideous" and "scary" like their male counterparts, I'm throwing tomatoes at this one. Devil Girl From Mars is mostly memorable for having a giant clunky robot a la Gort, but the actual titular antagonist doesn't "serve cunt" enough to warrant interest, she should have taken notes from The Astounding She-Monster. The Lost Skeleton of Cadavra is an honorable mention because it's a feature-length pastiche of the z-grade films of this era. I don't think it's particularly funny and I kind of wish they lampooned a "good" film of this type rather than make something that fits in line with the middling genre efforts. Night of The Ghouls is the last horror film directed by Ed Wood and I feel like I enjoy it slightly more than Plan 9 From Outer Space. It's far more competent in producing that lulling insomniac reaction than Wood's prior efforts but I still don't "get" the attention his work consistently gets. The Strange World of Planet X gets a special pass from me just because the finale has a bunch of giant bugs attacking stuff. Moving on.

The Colossus of New York is an oddball modern Frankenstein of sorts with a guy being transformed into a giant robot and struggling to maintain some attachment to his former life. It doesn't always work but once again giant clunky robots are giant clunky robots. I'm something of a Bert I. Gordon apologist so something like The Cyclops is going to hit harder for me than it does for most people. I just like people wandering around Bronson Cave and poor matte shots of giant animals moving in and out of frame, okay? The Tingler was the oddest revisit I've had in a while. I don't think I fully "get" William Castle's approach to film but what stuck out to me is how this one takes place in largely two locations and how Vincent Price's character is kind of the antagonist, experimenting on animals, himself, and other people (resulting in a murder) to get at the Tingler. Much like in House on Haunted Hill I'm not wholly sure how some of the spooky things in this film actually work and I don't think I'm meant to, adding to the bizarre nature of the entire series of affairs here.

Invaders From Mars...oh yes. One of the absolute best 1950's science fiction films is also the most lyrical and dreamlike. It reads at times like a Soviet parody of an American child's story would be like; a boy sees every institution designed to protect him as a child and as an American turn against him on account of some nefarious foreign invader, so his only course of action is to get the US military involved. It plays out so well because it's a POV piece from a young boy, which eases over any leaps in logic both in terms of form and content of this film. Which is more than can be said of the remake, part of the diminishing returns of Tobe Hooper's then contract with Cannon. The film largely follows the same plot structure but decenters the frame through which we see it unfold giving it a "the military is legit" vibe. It also is just a bit more mean-spirited in ways that are designed to taunt the audience versus the original film's more hardened edge to it. I think a great summation of the difference between the two is that the 1953 film had Martian bodyguards that are clearly guys in fuzzy green pajama suits, but they're more threatening than the ones in the 1986 film which are giant quadruped Stan Winston monsters. I digress. Had this come out 20 years later it would be classified as part of the wave of "why are they remaking everything?"

Speaking of remakes, briefly want to mention the 1995 Wasp Woman. It's The Wasp Woman for the 1990's, now with explosions and softcore sex scenes. I can't wholly defend the original 1959 film despite my affinity for it, so let's just say this one is of comparable quality.

The 1930's are a delightful treasure trove for horror but sadly we only have two up for offer. Mad Love makes me curious as to how other adaptations of The Hands of Orlac handle the material; I was convinced a guy got his head surgically reattached and with artificial hands to boot. Always good to see Colin Clive and Peter Lorre. The Walking Dead feels like a dry run for what Boris Karloff would do later that decade in the much better The Man They Could Not Hang, just with him as the victim here and not the mastermind. Truly some of his best work as an actor as he has to float through the world not being allowed to live or die, that shit sticks with you.

We watched a scant few Halloween specials proper, I always feel like I want to watch every Halloween special possible but sometimes the enthusiasm leaves me. The Last Halloween is trash, but that's on me for thinking something made for very small children would appeal to me as an adult. It crams far too much into its brief 22 minute runtime, so the only thing that manages to escape into the zone of interest is that the CGI aliens are actually very well done for a 1991 television production, had this been all about them (voiced by Hanna Barbara stalwarts such as Frank Welker and Don Messick, along with Paul Williams), this would have been far more tolerable. Halloween Hall o' Fame is the first of apparently several Disney television specials that repackaged their theatrical shorts inside a live-action framing device. It's quaint but this format would live and die by the quality of the shorts included; I'm not intimately familiar with Disney's back catalogue solely because they've barely released anything on home media but I absolutely adore the one where Pluto goes to Hell and is put in a kangaroo court with cats on the jury. I feel like the novelty of The Scooby-Doo Project and Night of The Living Doo have carried them along further than their actual quality have, stray artifacts from when Warner Bros was briefly testing to see if Scooby could be an adult property now, doomed to the same fate as Harvey Birdman: Attorney at Law. The latter of these two specials made me come to terms with the fact that David Cross was "a big deal" at some point. The Great Bear Scare is the winner here. How could you not like an animated special where bears have to stand up and be brave against an oncoming horde of Halloween monsters? What makes this an oddity (sort of an obligation for me and Halloween specials) is that this is animated 100% without in-betweens, so every character in every scene cross-dissolves in real time between their keyframes. Depending on who you are it could be ridiculously distracting or make you step back and appreciate how hard animation is.

Clearing out our remaining animated showings, I felt like I would really get back into Scooby-Doo and The Reluctant Werewolf. In the mid-late 2000's when Cartoon Network was desperately trying to excise showing anything from their backlogs, this is one of those films that was on repeat constantly as midday viewings especially over summer. It's just so far removed from what Scooby-Doo "proper" is that it's an enigma, I go to bat to defend each of the "red shirt Shaggy" movies but this is brain melting at times, there is no mystery to solve, monsters are real, Fred/Daphne/Velma are completely absent, half the film is dedicated to a drag race, it goes on and on and on that I feel numb after a bit. Uzumaki...it's good. I feel like the fact that this was in production hell for five years following the first trailer release made me stop caring so all the shenanigans regarding the reaction to the animation dropping off (the production team got screwed over, how the fuck do studios not have the money for FOUR EPISODES, David Zlasv strikes again) brushed off of me. Regardless of that I think the actual pacing would have restricted this given how much sequential material from the manga now has to occur concurrently. It gets by solely because it's Uzumaki and as such it channels such a foreboding sense of dread and despair that is unreal. This more than anything is the true epitome of cosmic horror because there is no "source" or "identity" behind the threat that is warping reality around you, there is nothing to oppose and be defiant against, which was true of the manga and it remains true here. Bravo.

The 1970's prove to be another sporadic decade for horror. Cathy's Curse proves that no matter how good technical effects are, do not watch any Carrie knockoffs. Blah. Frankenstein's Castle of Freaks...you took a movie where a Frankenstein monster fights a caveman and made it boring, congratulations. In the interim between 2021's viewing of Curse of Frankenstein and now, I've made the effort to watch the entirety of the Hammer Frankenstein series. They make for a brilliant reinterpretation of the source material with Frankenstein effectively being antagonist: he kills consistently for his experiments, which often time warp and alter people's identities along with their bodies. The "holy triumvirate" of the series as referred to by me would be The Revenge of Frankenstein, Frankenstein Created Woman, and Frankenstein Must Be Destroyed, all for showcasing new stuff that can be done with the character and any prior influences such as the Universal films being absent. Then comes The Horror of Frankenstein, a soft remake of Curse of Frankenstein, with Terence Fischer and Peter Cushing both absent. It's a dry and tedious affair that just rehashes what Curse already did, just now with a black comedic angle and no real consequences for Frankenstein himself. It's easily the worst of the series and why I'm glad Hammer backtracked for Frankenstein and The Monster From Hell. This is probably the first instance in film history where a sequel has consciously ignored a preceding remake, and while it's not wholly original either, it's comfort food for fans of this series, and now employs a darker more claustrophobic setting in an ~insane asylum~. Not the best ending for the series, but Hammer, along with Toho and Ray Harryhausen's efforts with Columbia, sort of represented the "old" styles of horror that were pretty quickly being replaced as the decade went on. This film specifically came out the same year as the likes of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, it was a transitional period where what horror once was was cast away. Still not sure why the monster in this film looks like a Neanderthal man but that's just me.

Tourist Trap desperately tries to be one part Psycho and one part Texas Chainsaw, and it admittedly starts off with a nice hook of animatronic puppets being the main focus of the film, but it falls through the cracks and just becomes another random 1970's horror film. Vampyros Lesbos makes me realize that my infatuation with Zombi 3 last year did not mean I'm suddenly infatuated with Lucio Fulci's overall filmography, exceptions are not the rule. Come to think I don't think I've seen a single lesbian vampire film that I'm smitten with, how do you make this boring and not sexy at all, fuck you. Scream, Blacula, Scream is the obligatory Blacula cash-in sequel, nothing worthwhile to see here and none of the charm and significance of the first film is carried forward here, sigh. "DEDICATED TO THE MILLIONS THAT LOVE BRUCE LEE," The Dragon Lives Again is one of the plethora of films featuring Lee impersonators following his death, showing Lee in Hell as he has to find a way back to Earth while also fighting off The Godfather, Dracula, The Man with No Name, Emanuele, Zatoichi, and James Bond while allying himself with Popeye and Dr. Who. No I am not making any of this up, yes, this film was made with very little money so it sounds far more interesting than it actually ends up being, but it's a cute film, I can't be mad at a film made for me, nor can a movie showing Popeye eat spinach to fight mummies or Bruce Lee knocking out Dracula with his "third leg" be something you don't go out of your way to watch.

The Alien Factor is Don Dohler's first and best film. I love the fact that a dozen people made a small scale alien invasion/slasher film in their backyards with actually solid special effects for something that was probably made on the weekends. You can't hate this film, it's made from pure love for what was already decades old genre material. Had some of the script and acting been tightened up this could have become one of the more widely recognized independent films of the decade. Oh...Alucarda. I hate when they make a lesbian devil worshiper film between girls coming to terms with theirs sexual orientation and then they aren't the heroes of the story. We've come a long way since then.

Given that the Eggers film is still a few months out, I'd say Nosferatu the Vampyre is my preferred interpretation of the story (not my favorite Dracula adaptation overall mind you). Let me say that I think remaking Nosferatu is ridiculous solely because you're just doing Dracula, again, just with some stylistic details brought on from a specific prior Dracula. But this film goes all out. It's one of those times where I'm reminded of why slowly paced films with shots that last minutes at a time are so great. It relies very little on narrative (the extent/nature of Dracula's power of the geographic barriers between Wismar and Transylvania go unexplained) but you get so thoroughly sucked into the setting and the characters that you can't complain. This has undeniably the best portrayal of Mina in any Dracula film, she's effectively the protagonist by the second half and each of her encounters with Dracula are on her terms, he's effectively powerless against her even if she ensures they both die in the end. Also, rats. So many rats. Everywhere. The plague is in town.

Shock Waves is just great 1970's horror. Shoot on location, hold the camera in hand the entire time, do it cheap, have a dreamy distant narrator, and make it grisly. I do find the concept of Nazis engineering platoons of super soldiers and we only seeing just the one in this film is probably the scariest thing about it, it invites you to think about what else is happening out of sight. My favorite first watch of the year.

1978's Invasion of The Body Snatchers is also a phenomenal remake. This one is difficult for me to talk about because it just pushes all my buttons, I felt like I wanted to cry throughout the duration of this viewing, it is an incredibly mean film. Someone you know just one day turns on you, and then everyone else follows suit. You think you know your surroundings and your city but everything is flipped upside down and you can't even describe why. From the very start when you see the premature pods land on Earth it's made immediately clear that no one is making it out of here, it was too late as soon as it started.

But there can only be one #1, and this year it's Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla. Another instance of "nothing is going to beat this" as soon as I rewatched it. I feel like I'm alone in considering this one of the absolute best in the series, I feel like between the espionage and exploration and blood and laser fights that this is just one of the films that reminds you of why we make and why we watch movies, you get to have some semblance of every possible human emotion watching this. There's not much more you can ask for.

[henrysglock]

pls analyse these : https://x.com/Updates_SThings/status/1812222329570939220

Okay this is going to be a little long. That link will take anyone interested to the original tweet with the pictures of the posters.

First things first: There are a mix of real and not-real movies in those posters. Anything that says "A Hawkins picture production" was invented for the play, much like the "The Unearthly Visitors" print ad in the papers was also invented for Stranger Things.

In some of them, you can see pretty blatant hallmarks of the show, like Project Rainbow featuring a direct quote from the opening scene of TFS as its tagline (with a smaller easter egg of the boy on the front resembling Will, which ties him to Project Rainbow and the Brenners), or Spider Attack featuring a literal image of the Creel house (with a smaller easter egg for Henry, mildly possessed, using a vision of spiders to scare Virginia when she threatened his friendship with Patty):

Ones like Curse of the Killer Fog, The Squawk, and Science Monster go a little more meta:

The Killer Fog is a reference to the Mindflayer's role in TFS on the obvious level, but it also has ties to Will casting fog cloud, as Mike mentioned in the Mindflayer Shed Scene. The Squawk, as I outlined here, ties TFS, Bob's Mindflayer-tracking device, and the WSQK radio station together. Science Monster is a little self-explanatory (See: Sullivan telling Owens it was men of science who created the problem in Hawkins, but also the fact that Henry supposedly "caught" the Mindflayer from a substance a scientist was trying to escape with, making him a science monster). That one is also reminiscent of Frankenstein in design.

However...they're not all fake.

These movies are real, and their plots are also easter eggs:

House on Haunted Hill is a classic whodunit, featuring an eccentric millionaire (Frederick Loren, played by Price) who brings in 5 guests to "survive" the supposedly haunted house for a $10k prize as entertainment for his fourth wife. He brings in a test pilot, a journalist, a psychiatrist specializing in hysteria, an employee at his company, and the owner of the house.

Long story short, the millionaire's wife was cheating on him with the psychiatrist, and she a) faked her own suicide, and b) attempted to orchestrate her husband's death so she could take off with David. Loren figured this plot out, and orchestrated both the psychiatrist's death and his wife's death.

I have a lot to say about this particularly in regards to Henry, Patty, and Brenner. I've talked before about Henry's status as the narrative Barbara Allen to Patty's narrative Witch Boy John, including Brenner's status as Marvin Hudgins, who Barbara unwilling cheats on John with. Seeing the central infidelity plotline in House on Haunted Hill specifically featuring a wife cheating on her husband with a doctor and the two of them planning to run off together, especially given all of Brenner's lines about treating Virginia's hysteria with sedatives vs Dr. Trent offering Nora a sedative:

(Something something, also, the ties between Virginia and Nora Walker from the movie Tommy (which Em has talked about in greater detail, you can find it in his pinned post).) and the fact that there aren't any other instances of genuine infidelity in TFS outside the weird triangle Henry, Brenner, and Patty have going on (even Karen kissing Bob was okayed by Ted, and Jopper never actually got together despite thinking about running away together). So when it comes to infidelity stuff...it's all about them.......it's kind of damning and cements in the coding I was already picking up on between Henry, Brenner and Patty as opposed to Barbara, Marvin, and John.

Moving on to The Wasp Woman, the synopsis is fairly simple. Starlin, who runs a cosmetics company, is aging. She seeks out a doctor working with wasp extract to help her regain her youth. She overdoses on the wasp extract and transforms into a sort of were-wasp.

I'd like to show some quotes that raise red flags for me:

Like the obvious stuff is the black widow thing, the "my boy"/"you think you can scare me, Henry?" stuff, and Starlin "changing" after overdosing on the extracts

But what's more interesting to me is this continued female-coding that Henry receives. He's the female black widow on-screen, and in TFS he's the queen wasp, all of which ties in with Patty's subtle lesbian coding, all of Henry's trans weirdness, and all of Henry's mother/pregnancy stuff specifically regarding the Mindflayer.

There's also the aspect of extracts making Starlin de-age, since we see this lack of aging in Brenner throughout the show.

One last aspect I find interesting:

"Filmed in Studioscope, Prints by Technicolor". While filming with technicolor largely died out in 1957, it continued to be used as a dye transfer process in film printing, hence Prints by Technicolor. However...Studioscope doesn't exist.

That's to be expected for the fake movies...but it also shows up on the poster for the real movies. It says that House on Haunted Hill was filmed in studioscope.

In the 1950s, the popular camera/film was superscope or cinemascope, relating to Super 35/35mm/2.35:1 filming:

This means while they're referencing real movies, the films themselves can't exist, because studioscope doesn't seem to have existed.

In short: It's all fake! Even the "real" stuff is wrong.

Also...either they're hinting at another universe where it was studioscope instead of the other two, or...