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[alexkullart]

[ask-the-toy-box]

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[hansolostrickedoutweedvan]

Here is a review of every movie I watched over 4 flights travelling to and from New Zealand

The Phantom Menace: The Phantom Menace SLAPS. It's also quite racist in a lot of places. But Duel of Fates kicks so much fucking ass. It's so good I fucking love it. Anyone who claims to have been seriously confused by the concept that businesses would commit war crimes over being taxed maybe just need to engage with the story a bit more. Skill issue is all I'm saying.

Justice League Crisis on Infinite Earths Parts 1-3. Part 1 was decent but nothing fantastic. Part 2 was just kind of bland. I don't super remember it. Part 3 sucked so much fucking ass it's making me mad just thinking about it. CAN WE PLEASE JUST LET THINGS STAND ON THEIR OWN?! WE DON'T NEED EVERY FUCKING PROPERTY TO BE INTO A MULTIVERSE CRAMMED WITH EVERY OTHER ADAPTATION OF THE SAME PROPERTIES. The movies suck as a unit, and as an adaptation of Crisis on Infinite Earths, they suck even harder. I really cannot emphasise how much I hated watching part 3. Don't watch it.

All 3 Lord of the Rings movies. By the time we were watching these I was very tired, and really more asleep then paying attention. Lord of the Rings is awesome

Phantom Menace but again, this time on the way back along with @bifirobin. Somehow turning the subtitles on makes Jar Jar come across as even more racist.

Godzilla X Kong: The New Empire: This movie kind of sucked. It was not something I would characterise as...good. Mothra showed up and that was great. Some of the visuals were cool. I'm a little unclear why...any of the plot felt the need to happen the way it did. I'm also unclear as to why the protagonists are surprised that the US Government balked at spending billions on "let's build Kong a power fist". If I was a US taxpayer, i would probably also rather they didn't do that. Godzilla curls up in the Colloseum, so that was fun.

Speed Racer: This one was new to me, but it was a lot. Watching it at the end of a 10 hour flight was about on par with being concussed repeatedly. Why was there a chimp there? Why was...any of the plot what it was? Why do the graphics look like the seedy underbelly of Lazytown? I will say though, for a movie called Speed Racer, they sure do a lot of Speed Racing. This is not a surfing dracula situation. They sure do a lot of Speed Racing

The Muppets Christmas Carol: Really fantastic. Michael Caine's best film. It's the summer of the soul in december, in case you didn't know. Deeply charming

The Addams Family: A great movie. I prefer Addam's Family Values, but they didn't have that. I am still unclear if Fester really was Fester with Amnesia he's slowly recovering from, or if, by impersonating Fester, he's opened himself up to become a vessel of Fester, and slowly metamorphises into being Fester, despite originally being a different person.

The First 15 minutes of Monarch from Apple+. I found it very boring, but I had been up for over 30 hours at that point, so my attention span was probably at a suboptimal point. I also think that it's pretty weird that the Monsterverse keeps introducing guys who think Kaiju are a conspiracy and have podcasts about it. Its a weird choice of a guy to keep introducing is all I'm saying.

[hesawifebeaterdanusethegun]

Being With Travis "Trapper" Beasley Part 6: Radar Love

Part 5: Under Pressure

Lost in thought, you didn’t answer him for a moment.

“I… think I’m okay, thanks,” you told him with a forced smile before going back to your reading.

“You don’t mind the music, do ya?” he asked. His small Bluetooth speaker sat next to his now empty coffee mug on the otherwise empty glass top coffee table. Radar Love by Golden Earring emanated from the speaker.

“I never mind the music, Trapper,” you answered, looking up from your e reader, this time with a genuine smile, which he returned. You loved Trapper’s love of music, particularly classic rock and pop, and you shared it, though you also had a special love of 90s alternative and pop rock that wasn’t quite Trapper’s area of expertise, though he would give you control of the speaker occasionally, a duty he considered sacred. You didn’t realize how special that gesture was for Trapper. Besides his job helping the megafauna here in Hollow Earth, music was everything to him. Whenever he suggested you choose the music the both of you would listen to as you worked, he was giving you something that he rarely gave anyone. He’d even found himself enjoying the music you chose, often listening to your 90s alternative playlist in private and, though he didn’t realize it, thinking of you.

You sighed and put down your e reader, taking off your glasses and pressing your fingers to the bridge of your nose before putting them back on.

“Can’t focus?” Trapper asked, knowing you could struggle in that department when you were stressed.

“No, I’ve read the same paragraph five times now and haven’t absorbed a word of it,” you answered, frustrated.

“I may have something that will help, or maybe make it worse, who knows?” said Trapper, pulling a bottle out from between the couch cushions and holding the whiskey overhead with a grin.

“You know me too well, Trapper,” you smiled. He’d brought your favorite. “But how did you get that down here?” you asked, both of you knowing that alcohol was strictly prohibited at the Outpost.

“I have my ways,” he told you with a wink, unscrewing the lid and taking a swig before handing it over to you. You went to the kitchen and fetched two glasses. No ice, but that would have to do. You poured the amber liquid into the cups, filling them about a third of the way and bringing them back to the living room, setting one in front of Trapper. You sat back and took a sip of your drink, one arm draped over the back of the couch you both sat on. It tasted like liquid campfire and warmed you from the inside out. You sighed contentedly and absently began to play with a loose thread on the top of the couch near the other end, where Trapper sat.

He threw his head back and downed the last of his drink in one mouthful, grimacing a little as the alcohol burned its way through his gut. He set the glass down on the table with a quiet clink and sat back on the couch, crossing his legs and looking over at you. He grinned crookedly, watching you play with the loose threads on the back of the couch right next to him and tapping your foot, a nervous habit he found kind of cute. Before he could think about it he reached up and took  your hand in his, pulling it down next to him and interlacing his fingers with yours.

You’re whole body grew warm, both the whiskey and Trapper’s touch serving to make you flushed and hot. You froze and looked at your hands joined together on the couch, downed the last of your drink and slid across the couch slowly until you were sitting next to Trapper. Before you lost your nerve you kissed him once, quickly but softly, pulling back immediately and looking into his blue eyes, asking permission to kiss him again.

He leaned forward and kissed you back in answer, swiping his tongue over your lower lip, asking for access to deepen the kiss, which you gave too willingly. He leaned into the kiss, gently laying you down on the couch and bending over you, supporting his weight on his elbows. He smiled into the kiss before breaking it and looking into your eyes.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked hopefully.

You nodded, grabbing the collar of his Hawaiian shirt and pulling him into another deep kiss.

“Alright then,” he said with a chuckle into your lips. You laughed softly back before giving him a peck on the lips. His beard scratched at your lips and chin but you relished the feeling of his skin against yours. You could still taste the flavor of the whiskey on his tongue and lips when he kissed you, smokey and slightly sweet.

“And what about you, do you want this?” you asked him in a whisper, sitting up on your elbows and raising an eyebrow.

“I’ve wanted this more than you would believe,” he answered more earnestly than you’d expected. He reached up and ran a thumb along your cheek as he kissed you gently. The way he looked at you made your cheeks redden and your breathing quicken. You were almost embarrassed by how much you let Trapper affect you but you swallowed that feeling and tried to focus on what was happening right now.

And then someone knocked on the door. You and Trapper both looked at the door and back to each other.

“I guess we’d better get that,” Trapper sighed and got up, giving you his hand to help you up from the couch as well. You walked across the room to the door of your cabin and swung it open, revealing George and Tommy, the former carrying a garbage bag with something heavy inside.

“Doc, we need you to look at something,” Tommy said, holding up the black trash bag hanging from his left hand. Something green dripped from its corner and landed in the dirt next to him.

“Well let’s see it then,” you answered, a little out of sorts and still processing the events of the last 24 hours. Tommy put the bag on the ground and donned a pair of rubber cleaning gloves before pulling out the second example of one of the creatures you’d discovered in your late colleague’s intestines. This one, however, was quite dead, it looked like the result of a gunshot, though you hadn’t heard anything, you’d been a bit… distracted the last half hour or so.

“Where did you find this?”

“About a half mile outside the paddock, inside some kind of dead mammal. I came across it when I was taking a walk to clear my head after everything that happened with Dennis and while I was looking at it this thing came wriggling out of its mouth. I shot it and brought it to you, but if you want to have a look at the carcass I’d hurry up before something decides to make it its dinner,” Tommy explained.

“You wanna go for a lovely night hike into the dangerous jungle?” you asked Trapper. You’d rushed to lace up your boots while Tommy was talking.

“Well of course I do,” he answered, grabbing his boots while you headed to your room for your med tool kit. You returned a moment later, bag in hand, a flashlight in your mouth and another in your other hand. You handed one to Trapper and pulled yours from your mouth.

“Great, let’s go,” you led the way out the door, following Tommy and George as you all wound through the buildings making up Outpost 1. As you walked into the jungle on the small game trail that wound its way through the trees, Trapper took your free hand, lacing his fingers with yours. He raised an eyebrow, smiling at you and giving your hand a squeeze.

Tommy and George both turned their heads the second Trapper took your hand, Tommy with a grin and George with a bit of a scowl as he handed Tommy a twenty.

[winterxranger92]

[zartikus]

Gonna be trying to post more often before the year ends, so have a quick Wart dog sketch I did as practice.

[gebo4482]

Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire by Piotr Swigut

[sithvampiremaster27]

31 Faces of Darkness V 15: Skar King

[minecrussy]

this movie looks really good for being a dream i had when i was 8

[blueshirezz-2]

The Holy Trinity of Brian Tyree Henry

[thejdblog]

I love em both in their own respective way.

Goji and Kong are iconic. And good old Zilla (welp not as in... "that" guy) knows be cool on many different ways! (welp...not like "that" guy)

[hesawifebeaterdanusethegun]

Being With Travis "Trapper" Beasley Part 5: Under Pressure

Part 4: Cold As Ice

You didn’t want to contaminate more than one area of the paddock so decided to do a makeshift autopsy as quickly as possible in Cabin 2, and then close off the premises until it could be properly cleaned, though you suspected that wouldn’t be necessary if your hypothesis proved correct. You placed the scalpel halfway between the belly button and groin and cut deeply up to the center of the chest. Upon searching you found what was left of the stomach, it had been ruptured in several places by the teeth of the beast. Upon full inspection of the internal organs you found no evidence of any type of infection remaining within the body, and so you sewed up the body, you and Trapper (who hadn’t left your side) helping George and Tommy load the body into the body bag they had brought earlier.

Tommy and George lifted the body bag, one at the head and one at the feet, and carried it to the landing pad, loading it into the back of the HEAV while you and Trapper finally retired to your cabin. The others were flying home tomorrow, you and Trapper still had to carry out your duties here at Outpost 1. Trapper walked behind you as you slowly made your way to your cabin’s door. You unlocked the door and held it for him before entering yourself, taking off your boots at the door and leaving them just inside. Trapper sat down on the couch and unlaced his boots as well, placing them next to yours on the floor a bit inside the doorway.

You sat down on the couch and ran a hand through your hair, blowing your breath out loudly and resting your head in your hands. The day had finally caught up with you and you could feel the floodgates lifting. You always lost it a little at the death of a patient, and this was no exception. You wept into your hands quietly, foolishly hoping Trapper would head to his room without noticing. You felt his weight come down on the couch cushion next to you seconds before you felt his arms wrap around you and pull you into a crushing hug. You wept into his shoulder for a few minutes, him shushing you softly and rubbing your back, before regaining control of yourself for the time being. You sat up, wiping your eyes.

“I didn’t know the guy, but it still hurts,” you told him. “I thought he would be okay.”

“I know,” he told you, pulling you into another hug, this time he didn’t let go until you asked him to.

“I’m okay, Trapper, really,” you told him, pushing on his chest and sitting up. His arms slid down from around your back to the couch. “I think I’m just going to go to bed.”

You bent down and kissed him gently on the cheek.

“Thank you,” you whispered into his ear.

He grinned crookedly.

“Anytime,” he whispered back, his voice hoarse.

You let yourself into your room, stripping down to just your underwear and socks, slipping your bra off and changing into your normal sleep attire, a t shirt and sweatpants, before laying on your back on the bed, wondering what the fuck made you do what you just did. You were asleep before you could think of it too long. You woke up once and vaguely heard Trapper’s steps stop outside your bedroom door for a moment before you heard his own door open and close as you slipped back to sleep.

Trapper sat outside your bedroom door about a half hour after you’d retired to your room, fist poised to knock on your door. He stayed there for a few moments before deciding he didn’t know what he’d say to you even if he had the courage to knock and moved to his own bedroom door, retiring for the night. He lay awake for about an hour before he fell into a restless sleep, for the first time unable to get thoughts of you out of his head.

The next morning you woke around 0500 hours, making yourself a cup of coffee before getting dressed and starting the day. You expected Trapper to roll out of bed just in time for the HEAV’s liftoff, taking the previous research team back to the surface at 0600 hours and so made him a cup in his travel mug like you usually did, leaving it on the counter for him when he woke up.

Right on time you heard his door open and Trapper appeared around the corner, bleary-eyed but dressed in his usual Hawaiian shirt and cargo pants (the two of you essentially dressed the same apart from Trapper’s fondness for brightly colored Hawaiian shirts, something some of your colleagues found very amusing for some reason). He headed to the kitchen and grabbed his travel mug before turning and putting on his sunglasses.

“Shall we?” he asked, gesturing to the door, more himself than he was last night. You both donned your boots and exited the cabin into the simulated daylight of Hollow Earth. You’d blocked out the light while you slept, but it was still jarring to see everything so bright at all hours outside. You supposed you’d get used to it just in time to end your residency here and go back to the surface, you thought jadedly. You wound your way around the various buildings making up Outpost 1, heading for the landing pad where the HEAV was set to take off any minute. Before you’d finished up your makeshift autopsy last night, you’d made sure to save the body of the creature that Trapper had killed in a specimen bag to go topside in the HEAV this morning along with the surviving members of the previous crew.

They had at least 3 months, the length of their stay in Hollow Earth, to look forward to spending in quarantine before they were allowed to go home, just to make sure that none of them carried whatever had killed Dennis. You hoped they were uninfected and remained that way. You shivered a little thinking of the night before, all that blood…

Trapper laid his hand on your shoulder because of course he noticed you shudder and wanted to make sure you were okay without trying to speak over the sound of the HEAV taking off. You nodded to him to signal you were fine and he dropped his hand, somewhat unwillingly while giving you a strange look. You assumed it had to do with last night. You still hadn’t taken the time to unpack what that meant and why you’d even done it, but you supposed you weren’t the only one ruminating on it. You could worry about it later, after bidding the HEAV farewell. You still had a day or two (if you could even split time into days down here) of freedom to acclimate to life down here before you and Trapper had to get to work with your assessments. You headed back to your cabin and decided to do some reading with your spare time, moving to your room to grab your e-reader before joining Trapper in the living room, where he still nursed his coffee.

You curled up on the right side of the couch, leaning on the armrest and settling in to read. Trapper sat at the other end of the couch, still sipping his coffee. He looked up and smiled when you came into the room.

“Well hello there, Doc,” he said. He coughed and cleared his throat. “How are you feeling?” You understood what he meant by his question. Now that the ship had left, you were here essentially on your own with no way to make it back to the surface without the HEAV returning for your extraction. You had radio communication with the surface, but it was spotty at times and not always reliable. Until the next supply run came down to Outpost 1, you were stranded. He knew you’d thought of all this before, that you’d known this would be the way your assignment went, but he also knew that it still effected your nerves to feel so alone and unable to do anything about it but carry on with your work and try not to think about it.

This wasn’t Trapper’s first or even second assignment in Hollow Earth, he knew the drill and wasn’t bothered by it. Remoteness had never scared him like it did you, but he understood even if he didn’t share that fear. Not only did he understand, but he remembered. This was something you weren’t used to, something that scared you that you hadn’t shared with Trapper, intimacy. You were terrible with intimacy, you ran hot and cold and you knew that made you hard to deal with, made you unpredictable even to yourself. But Trapper learned that about you fairly quickly and still smiled when he saw you.

You had never had a friend who stuck around this long and hadn’t grown tired of you yet, let alone one that was as considerate and kind as Trapper was. You recognized this but you hadn’t been able to let it get any further than that almost casual friendship with the occasional vulnerable moment thrown in just to keep you both nice and confused about what the fuck was going on between you two.

Part 6: Radar Love

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