#ghosts... of the civil dead

[puppetmaster13u]

Meme Prompt 11

A three-way crossover this time

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny dies every night.

So! Danny's secret Ghost Powers remained a secret for about 6 Hours.

After turning back into a Human, he had immediately gone back to his room and tried to fall asleep, pretending none of it was even real, that it was just a dream. The idea that he had just died was understandably hard to swallow, not to mention the fact he had somehow come back.

All he wanted to do was rest and figure it out later. It was a problem for Future Danny.

Except when he woke up, something was wrong.

He felt Cold, Colder than he had ever been before. It was as if he had a chunk of pure Ice stuck in his Chest, the cold spreading across every part of his body. With a start he realized that his chest wasn't moving at all, either from the beating of his heart or the breaths he was supposed to be taking.

He wasn't breathing. His heart wasn't pumping. The Ice in his chest was the feeling of his heart not pumping, still and unnaturally cold. At that realization, he felt his Heart begin beating again.

He ran downstairs, hoping to get his parents help. He didn't know what was going on exactly, but they must be able to help him right?! They were the leading experts on Undead Biology, they must know how to help him!

When he reached the kitchen, he saw his parents and Jazz huddled together at the table, crying together for some reason.

"Mom! Dad! Jazz! Somethings wrong! I don't know what happened, but last night I-"

He stopped when he saw their faces. Their cheeks were tear-streaked, eyes bloodshot, but the thing he noticed first was the grief and absolutely confusion in their eyes. They were staring at him as if they had seen a Ghost, figuratively of course, and they seemed to he trying to connect the dots in their heads.

"Danny?" Jazz asked in a shaky voice. "Is that you?"

"Jazz?" He asked in return, "What do you mean, of course it's me?"

She looked hopeful for a moment, before his mom stood up.

"No." She said, her voice held a hard edge. "It's not."

Danny almost fell over when she said that. "W-what?" He asked, "What are you talking about Mo-"

"DON'T CALL ME THAT!" She yelled. She gripped the Blaster in her hand tighter, aiming it at him. "I checked everything when we found Danny's body! He had no Pulse, no Brain Activity, and his Ecto Levels were far higher than normal! Danny is Dead! And you killed him!"

"What?!" Danny yelled in shock, "I didn't kill hi-I mean, I didn't kill me-I mean-What are you talking about!?"

This time his dad answered, getting up from the table himself. In his hand was another Blaster. "Danny's Ecto Levels could only have been that high if killed by something with a large amount of Ectoplasm, enough to leave such a mark. The Portal was open for hours last night before we found it and sealed it up, and that's when you got through isn't it!?"

His Dad leveled the Blaster to him.

"No! I'm not a Ghost, it's me! It's Danny!?" He pleaded, "Mom, I always baked you a cake on mother's day! Dad, I helped you clean up the lab the last time you blew it up! It's me!"

"Nice try." His mother said, "Die again, Ecto Scum."

That day, Danny ran away from home.

...

Ever since that day, Danny had been running as far as he could from Amity Park.

After he got out of the house, he tried to find any place he could hide as he figured everything out. His first try was Tucker, but his parents had anticipated that and beat him to the Punch. The same happened when he tried to go to Sam's, he barely escaped that situation alive(?).

At first he tried to stay in Amity, hoping he would eventually find a way to convince his parents of his true identity, so everything could go back to normal.

He abandoned that hope about a week later, when his parents got the local authorities on their side and issued a public service announcement stating he was a Murderer who killed their son, and to contact the Police if anybody saw him. The mindless Ghost they captured and presented on the Local News cemented the publics view on him.

So he ran from Amity.

The first few weeks on the Run were the worst. He wasn't used to surviving on the street, much less evading the Law Enforcement that seemed to keep finding him. He had to constantly stay on the move to keep away from the pursuit of his Parents, the Police, and the weird guys in white suits who had shown up once he passed the State Border.

His new Ghost Powers were the only thing that had let him get away most of those times. He could turn into a Full Ghost whenever he wanted, unlocking all of his powers for the time being, but also seemingly sending up a Beacon to whoever was looking for him. He found it was much easier to use their weakened versions in his Human Form.

As for his Undead-ness, he had mostly figured it out. His body was lying to him. He was Dead, but his Body was just pretending to be alive for his own sake. He didn't need to breath anymore, and his heart didn't need to pump, but they did because he felt that they needed to. He probably didn't even need to eat anymore.

The problem was that it couldn't keep it up when he was asleep. No matter what, every time he fell asleep his Body would die again, and when he woke up he would have to make it Live again.

One of the main reasons he kept getting caught recently was because well-meaning civilians would report to the Police that there was a Dead Teenager under a Bridge, or on a Park Bench, or on one memorable occasion in a Ditch. He would wake up in a Body Bag, escape, and be reported to his Pursuers.

At least his pattern of movement was untraceable so far.

Turns out, the Portal's opening had much more of an effect than his parents had anticipated. The Shockwave in the fabric of Reality when they punched a hole through it (and him), had caused dozens of Natural Portals to form across the Country, opening and closing in random places, soaking the area of Ectoplasm.

As an apparent Ghost, Danny was somehow drawn to these places. Whenever he got to one he felt rejuvenated, as if the stress of the past few days had never happened to him. He could only assume that he was Absorbing the Ectoplasm in the area to feed himself, based on a few of the things he remembered from his parents constant ramblings.

Whenever he would go to one of these places, he would find a bunch of Ghosts. Some were friendly, defying all of his expectations, while others were...less so.

They seemed to resent the fact that he was still half-alive, some simply jabbing insults at him, others straight up attacking him. It seemed that Life was a sore subject among those guys. Or maybe it was him stopping them whenever they attacked humans...that was probably more accurate.

Sometimes the Ghosts he would meet were in the middle of attacking humans to fulfill what they called their "Obsessions". He learned that all Undead, and basically all Immortal Beings, have Obsessions. They are their Sole Purpose in existence, a built in defense mechanism against insanity by giving them something to dedicate Eternity to.

He didn't know if he had an Obsession, but if he did he hoped it was easier to manage than theirs seemed to be. One of them was obsessed with attention, but got it by hypnotizing humans into adoring her. She chilled out after a while. Another loved the thrill of the Hunt, but only wanted rare game. He chased after Danny a lot in pursuit of his "One of a Kind Pelt".

He fought then off and saved people whenever he could, although sometimes it was risky. Many of them were older and more experienced than him, so he was forced to use his Ghost Form against some of them, sacrificing his hiding spot to save the people being terrorized.

He sort of enjoyed it. Whenever he helped people, saved them from danger, he felt better about his situation. As if he was making the best out of the horrible situation his life had turned into by helping as many people as he could. He always felt a bit more motivated to keep going every time he helped anybody.

Maybe that was his Obsession? Helping others? He didn't really think so, he was nowhere near altruistic enough to consider that a possibility. Maybe it was Space? He always felt that same relief when he would camp out away from the Cities. Eh, he'll probably never know.

This cycle of finding a new hiding spot, getting discovered, and running away again continued for a while. Years even.

Danny had Died at 14. He was now 17, and had been homeless for 3 years.

He hoped this next hiding spot would last a bit longer than the previous ones. This one felt different, the Ectoplasm he was wandering towards felt older than the other places he had gone. His previous hiding spots had always been the site of a recent Natural Portal, and the Ectoplasm in the atmosphere would feel Fresh and Wild.

But the Ectoplasm where he was going tasted Older, Stronger, more Set in Stone than the others had. Wherever he wad headed to next, it had been soaking in Ectoplasm for far longer than any other place he had ever been, even in Amity.

He walked up the the Sign at the side of the road, introducing the City to newcomers.

"Welcome to Gotham City" it said.

[shotmrmiller]

a lot of yall got enough bite to make a regular man not risk petting you twice but that's what attracts your LT and that's not good because he likes to make things submit. you're gonna look at yourself in the mirror while trying to conceal those marks on your neck and swear up, down and sideways that he's not fucking you again but alas, he's gravity and you're but a poor apple.

(one sharp look and you always find yourself in his office not out of fear, but of a vicious want that throbs deep in your core.)

hands made to make things give unbuckle your belt, claim a fistful of hair, smother your pleas (for more, harder, please-) and pat you on your sweat-slick cheek after he's left you in pliant little pieces.

"maybe next time you'll listen without question."

he'll never admit he sees you as his to take care of.

(one snap of your teeth at work and he's snarling that he'll bend you over the lunch table and show all these nameless blokes what it's like to extinguish a spitfire like you, leaving behind nothing, not even ash. "test me, love. i'm always itchin' for a good fight.")

[catilinas]

had not previously considered this but. why is crassus(‘ unavenged ghost) the first named person in the pharsalia??????

[all-rock-and-roll-is-homosexual]

📸: Tom Sheehan

[nonfilms]

2022 (the year of “Soylent Green”) began with festival cancellations and general malaise, but ended with an outpouring of great cinema. Here are the favorite films we were lucky enough to catch (mostly) in-person. Seek these out at your local theater or at your earliest convenience. 1. The Novelist’s Film (Hong Sangsoo) 2. All the Beauty and the Bloodshed (Laura Poitras) 3. The Civil Dead (Clay Tatum) 4. The Eternal Daughter (Joanna Hogg) 5. Butterfly in the Sky (Bradford Thomason, Brett Whitcomb) 6. Return to Seoul (Davy Chou) 7. The Super 8 Years (Annie Ernaux, David Ernaux-Briot) 8. Crimes of the Future (David Cronenberg) 9. Showing Up (Kelly Reichardt) 10. Ghost Amber (Tim Grabham) 11. The Banshees of Inisherin (Martin McDonagh) 12. Learn to Swim (Thyrone Tommy) 13. Decision to Leave (Park Chan-wook) 14. Vortex (Gaspar Noé) 15. Actual People (Kit Zauhar) 16. Aftersun (Charlotte Wells) 17. Funny Pages (Owen Kline) 18. Tár (Todd Field) 19. Cane Fire (Anthony Banua-Simon) 20. Quantum Cowboys (Geoff Marslett) 21. Happer’s Comet (Tyler Taormina) 22. Sr. (Chris Smith) 23. Fire of Love (Sara Dosa) 24. The Tsugua Diaries (Maureen Fazendeiro, Miguel Gomes) 25. Neptune Frost (Saul Williams, Anisia Uzeyman) 26. Descendant (Margaret Brown) 27. The Cathedral (Ricky D'Ambrose) 28. Eternal Spring (Jason Loftus) 29. Sam Now (Reed Harkness) 

[cinelestial]

Happy first day of April! No April Fools here as here are the big theatrical movie releases for April 2024🍿

[honeyedapples]

i love the legend of zelda bc it speaks to my desire to be a feral elf boy living in the woods

[edsonjnovaes]

Os Infratores (+16) 1.2

Os Infratores (Dublado) [HD] – Pคтภเcк. 2018 26 de ago LAWLESS | 2012 | Estados Unidos. Belas Artes À La Carte Direção: John Hillcoat Elenco: Tom Hardy, Shia LaBeouf, Jessica Chastain, Guy Pearce Classificação indicativa: 16 anos Contém: nudez, violência extrema, drogas lícitas Os irmãos Bondurant produzem e contrabandeiam uísque ilegalmente durante a época da Lei Seca e pagam propinas para…

[ambunyun]

DC x DP Prompt (1)

Danny became a living planet.

It all started with Sam's ramble about environmentalism, and then she suggested creating a miniature ecosystem of their own for a school project.

One thing leads to another, Danny managed to find a ton of extinct plants and flora in the Ghost Zone, some exotic specimens scientists had never heard of before - to vegetations of alien origins.

And apparently, all of them are growable - just not in the conventional sense. Since all of them were technically 'dead' or 'extinct', they behaved like ghosts in the sense that they had cores, which meant that as long as Danny fed them ectoplasm, they could grow and develop like ordinary plants!

Just one small problem, he didn't exactly have a place to grow all of these. Until Tucker had a brilliant idea, just pick a random exoplanet and grow them there, ecto-plants could grow no matter the atmosphere or soil conditions anyway - as long as Danny was always there to supplement the needed ectoplasm. Problem solved! Danny even got to satisfy his space obsession!

On the other hand, the Justice League and Green Lantern Corp were greatly confused about a random barren planet in the same sector as Earth that suddenly became lush with all types of exotic plants, including precious plant-lives that had gone extinct from the galaxies for millennia, from Earth and other planets. Despite all readings indicating that the planet had no way of sustaining life.

This escalated when some Green Lanterns came to visit, and Danny (now a vital, omnipresent part of the planet's ecosystem) greeted them with the enthusiasm of an angry cat hissing intruders away from his favorite box. Now everyone was convinced some sort of god or spirit of nature existed on that planet and was possibly hostile.

This escalated again when some other alien civilizations realized that a random planet in the Milky Way possessed incredibly valuable plant-life that was believed to be extinct. And now they were ready to invade the sector. Now the Justice League had to scramble to protect this incredibly valuable planet from the wrong hands.

Danny, meanwhile, was completely oblivious to everything.

[waywardsalt]

i love having post ph ideas and no idea where on the timeline they go

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

"ONCE FORGOTTEN SOLDIERS, COME TO LIFE..."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on textless & published cover art to "Weird War Tales" Vol. 3 #1 [a one-shot issue]. November, 2010. DC Comics. Artwork by the late, great Darwyn Cooke.

Resolution at 1980x3061 & 1042x1600.

"Fate silent warriors sleeping souls will arise, Once forgotten soldiers come to life. Fallen mercenary, dormancy is done, Not content with wars we never won.

Memories can't ignore, Anguish of before, Satisfy the scorn, Rise ghosts of war!"

-- "Ghosts of War" (1988) by SLAYER

R.I.P. Jeffrey John "Jeff" Hanneman & Darwyn Cooke, more legends lost.

Sources: https://onemillioncomics.com/weird-war-tales-v3-full & DC fandom.

[thatoneoverintheroof]

Why the fuck did Clay leave him in the attic man, what the fuck

[enigmaris]

All Father Thor, King of Asgard,

A new ruler of Hel has been chosen, the fearsome King Phantom, defeater of Pariah Dark. It is time for Asgard to prepare to pay the dues required to keep peace between the realms of the gods and of the dead. Bring the terms of your surrender to King’s Phantom’s representative on earth, Daniel James Fenton of Amity Park.

The Noble Scribe of King Phantom,

Ghost Writer

*****

“Okay so let me get this straight,” Tony Stark, Iron Man and Avenger said. “Ghosts are real.”

“Yes.” King Thor Odinson, Asgardian and god of thunder agreed.

“And they’re evil.”

“A bit of an oversimplification, but yes.” Prince Loki Odinson, sometimes villain and would be planet invader, answered.

“And the ghosts have had one ruler, the most powerful ghost in existence. And that new rulers are chosen by combat, meaning that every new ruler is more powerful than the last.”

“Yes, you’ve got the idea.” Thor said looking down at his knees for a moment.

“And since ghosts are so evil and so powerful, that means that their ruler is practically an unstoppable force of destruction.”

“Doesn’t it sound delightful?” Loki asked, to which he received a glare.

“So, for the past 10,000 years, at least, Asgard and plenty of other realms have been paying taxes to the ghost king to avoid a war. A racketeering scheme.”

“I don’t know what a racketeering scheme is but yes, the ghost peace treaty does require that Asgard pay the ghost king gold and magical weapons every century and if we fail to pay that price, then the peace treaty will be broken and Asgard will likely be forfeit.”

“That’s a racketeering scheme!”

“Well then yes.”

Tony pinched the bridge of his nose. It was clear the man’s headache was only growing stronger as he walked through the information the two gods had dumped into his lap this morning. Thor and Loki both had rushed into his lab and started babbling about world ending threats and how they might possibly be absolutely screwed.

“So, now there’s a new king. Which means a new peace treaty has to be signed.” Tony said the words ‘peace treaty’ in the same way he’d say ‘nuclear bomb’ or ‘Steve Rogers’.

“I thought you said it was a racketeering scheme?” Loki asked.

“Shut it.” Tony hissed.

“A new treaty must be signed.” Thor repeated, trying to keep the three of them on track.

“And since the last king Pariah Dark was so powerful that he made the entirety of Asgard tremble, you’re pretty sure this new king, Phantom, is probably worse.”

“Pariah Dark had the power to suck entire planets into the afterlife, destroying them,” Loki said looking at his nails. “Stands to reason that a ghost powerful enough to defeat him could do much, much worse.”

“Right. Fantastic!” Tony practically shouted.

“I don’t think anything about this is fantastic.” Thor admitted, he was ignored.

“And according to you Asgard has been paying the ghost tax for both their realm and ours since we were under Odin’s protection. And since Hela and Sutur destroyed your entire planet and your entire people are refugees, now we have to figure out how to keep an ultrapowerful ghost from wiping out our home without any way of paying him.”

“Technically we don’t know if Phantom is a ‘he’.” Loki pointed out unhelpfully.

“The letter literally says he’s a king!”

“Could be a title. What do the dead have need for gender?”

“This is not the point of this discussion,” Thor cut in before an argument about the usefulness of gender and the concept of a female king burst forth. “We’re here to figure out how to make peace with King Phantom without resulting in a war that would destroy our world and our peoples.”

“We don’t even have Earth’s mightiest heroes anymore.” Loki said, referencing the painful results of the civil war and the Accords.

“We’re fucked.” Tony decided.

“Yes,” Thor agreed. “We probably are.”

[catilinas]

cic. att. 14.10.1 trans. e-pistulae / lucan, pharsalia 7.638-46 trans. a.s. kline

[mogkiompmovieguide]

Ghosts … of the Civil Dead

John Hillcoat, Australie, 1988, 93 min

Central Industrial est une prison à sécurité maximale de ‘nouvelle génération’, entourée de fil de rasoir et d'une clôture électrifiée, située au milieu du désert australien. Personne n’en sort. Au début du film, l’enceinte est verrouillé - les prisonniers sont confinés dans leurs cellules – puis nous revenons peu à peu sur la série d'événements qui ont conduit à cela. Le transfert de quelques criminels plus violents dans la prison n’a fait qu’empirer la condition mentale dans laquelle vivent détenus et gardiens. Livrés à eux-mêmes, les appels aux autorités sont ignorés.

Ghosts… of the Civil Dead n'est pas un film divertissant, ni particulièrement agréable à regarder, mais il est fascinant, ce n'est pas un film facile à oublier non plus. Ghosts ... of the Civil Dead a beaucoup à dire sur un système carcéral qui brutalise les détenus et les gardiens. À sa manière, il a un message similaire à Scum, mais est par ailleurs très différent. Le réalisateur John Hillcoat incorpore des légendes de type documentaire entre les scènes et utilise un style narratif délibérément distancié, presque minimaliste.

Premier film en duo de l’excellent réalisateur Aussie John Hillcoat avec la participation de Nick Cave à l’écriture. En pleine période charnière pour le Poète, écrivain, acteur et bien entendu chanteur enragé de Birthday Party ; peu de temps avant les Bad Seeds, et juste à la sortie de son premier roman, le superbe western cauchemardesque et mystique, « Et l’âne vit l’ange ». L’univers de Nick Cave est sombre, violent et peuplé d’allumés mystiques. Au côté de John Hillcoat comme réalisateur de la plupart de ces clips. Ils produisent avec Ghosts of the Civil Dead, un monument de la Ozploitation. Trop peu connu, bien que le tout dans ce film soit fait pour en faire une œuvre culte. Sur une bande originale presque plus connu que le film lui-même, bien évidement signée par Nick Cave en compagnie de Mick Harvey et son acolyte, équivalent allemand, génie fondateur du groupe conceptuel et magistrale qu’est Einstürzende Neubauten, futur membre des Bad Seeds pour quelques albums, le hurleur dans Stagger Lee, Blixa Bargeld.

Le film se déroule dans une prison futuriste appelée Central Industrial, située dans une partie isolée de l’outback australien. Il présente une vision brutale, surréaliste et délétère de la vie en prison, de l’impact de l’incarcération sur les prisonniers. Il explore les questions de la réforme des prisons telles qu'on ne les connaient pas ; la violence dans les établissements pénitentiaire d’une manière froide, cruelle, plus que réaliste, explicite. Ghosts ... of the Civil Dead veut nous montrer que les problèmes qui existent en prison sont créés au niveau central par le système carcéral lui-même.

Ainsi ce semi-documentaire fiction nous donne une vue d’ensemble de la vie, du côté des prisonniers comme du côté des gardes. Il retrace les événements qui ont conduit à l’état d’urgence où tous les prisonniers sont enfermés dans leurs cellules et privés de tous leurs privilèges. Il commence avec Wenzil, (David Field) debout nu contre un mur blanc, posant pour ses photos d’identification de prisonnier. Immédiatement, le film s’enfonce dans le vif du sujet, ne prenant pas la peine de ménager le spectateur, projeté dans ce cauchemar opressant, dans un style tout à fait identifiable du cinéma australien, si rugueux et particulier. Nous voyons alors le processus d’introduction de Wenzil dans la prison, ses premiers pas dans la zone ouverte vers laquelle toutes les cellules font face, il s’assied et observe les prisonniers et son environnement. De ces débuts, nous supposons que Wenzil est le personnage principal, mais Ghosts ... of the Civil Dead n’a vraiment pas de personnage principal, au lieu de cela, il choisit de donner au spectateur une idée générale de ce qui se passe à l’intérieur de la prison sans se concentrer sur une seule personne, nous observons le sort des prisonniers, et des gardes dans leur ensemble plutôt que les conflits internes des individus. Le film prend son temps, nous donnant un bref aperçu des différents protagonistes qui habitent entre les murs. Est exposé à toutes les sortes de trafics et de comportements illégales de la prison, de la contrebande de drogues et d’armes dans la prison, à ce que les prisonniers font pour les cacher. Nous voyons aussi comment les détenus choisissent de s’amuser, avec la pornographie, l’automutilation ou en commettant des actes de violence les uns contre les autres. Ce qui est présenté, est une vision très réaliste et farouchement crue de la vie en prison. Nous allons voir Wenzil assommer quelqu’un et voler sa radio pour qu’il puisse l’échanger contre un tatouage fait à la main d’un autre détenu, bien sûr ses actions sont suivies d’une réaction brutale. Wenzil est pris en embuscade dans la cellule tatouée, battu et violé par les amis du propriétaire de la radio et laissé dans un désordre sanglant, à peine capable de marcher avec un mot de quatre lettres extrêmement explicite tatoué grossièrement sur son front.

Des événements comme celui-ci continuent d’accroître la tension entre les gardiens de prison et les prisonniers, entre les prisonniers et eux-mêmes. Les abus se produisent crescendo entre les détenus, un travesti est battu à mort sans raison réelle, sans doute pour ses préférences sexuelles, et donc les autorités répriment, en leur ôtant tous biens matériels et les soumettant à des actes de brutalité inhumains et voyeurs. Dans cette ambiance lourde de volcan prêt à exploser, ou plutôt de prison prête à imploser, commence alors une sombre descente dans la folie, les prisonniers sont poussés à la démence par l’ennui, les actes d’automutilation deviennent un événement régulier et les détenus n’osent plus quitter leurs cellules puisque beaucoup d’entre eux, ne reviennent pas. Vous pourriez couper l’air avec un couteau, la tension est si épaisse. Les gardiens délirent secrètement pendant qu’ils regardent les prisonniers devenir de plus en plus en colère, ils peuvent sentir une sorte de révolte. Bien que nous ne voyions pas tous les incidents qui se produisent dans les émeutes, nous voyons l’acte le plus violent et c’est beaucoup, un prisonnier poignarde un gardien à mort, le poignardant plus de 50 fois bien qu’il soit déjà mort. Tout cela est à l’horreur de deux autres gardes qui se sont enfermés dans une cage de prisonniers. Le meurtre est encouragé par des encouragements et des rires psychotiques s'échappant du chaos dans lequel vivent ces pauvres fous.

Lorsque les cinéastes s’inspirent d’autres formes d’art pour influencer leur travail et que, dans ce cas, l’expérience des équipes de réalisateurs/producteurs dans l’industrie du vidéoclip rend le contenu du film beaucoup plus puissant. Au moment de sa sortie, Ghosts of the Civil Dead a eu un impact énorme sur le public qui emballe le public dans tout le pays, dans la société d’aujourd’hui, le film reste toujours pertinent. Le problème de la réforme des prisons fait toujours l’objet de débats dans la société d’aujourd’hui, et les problèmes sociaux causés par nos systèmes carcéraux sont aussi réels qu’ils l’étaient dans les années 80. Ghosts of the Civil Dead fait une déclaration audacieuse, sa bande originale obsédante, c’est un film que vous êtes peu susceptible d’oublier.

Le film ICI

Bonne séance