#killer worms

[basementofthebizarre]

Wriggling Terror: Uncovering the Cult Appeal of SQUIRM (1976)

The 1976 horror film Squirm, directed by Jeff Lieberman, serves up a spine-tingling tale of nature turning against humanity in a creepy, worm-infested nightmare. Set against the backdrop of a small Southern town, Squirm leans into environmental horror, exploring a “man vs. nature” theme with an inventive, if unsettling, focus on killer worms. Known for its practical effects and atmospheric…

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Ship of Theseus

ship of theseus

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shit of peeshus

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[sunriozz]

two girls in the club, which one to choose?

[artbyblastweave]

Do you know how Steven Universe was a show about a seemingly-prototypical Saturday-morning cartoon kid hero who, under the prototypical conditions of his genre, eventually internalized a deeply unhealthy model of himself as a problem solver and utilitarian object, valuable only in terms of his ability to live up to the expectations of his role? And you know how that show had an entire wind-down season about how the mindset that carried Steven through the first five conventional seasons left him totally adrift and unprepared for “civilian life,” how he’d been inadvertently left without the most basic skill set for existing as his own person independent of a larger heroic goal? Because there was just never time to squeeze it in? Well, if you take away the part where his guardians did that on accident instead of on purpose, as a deliberate lever of control, and if you let that kid age out of his cute, photogenic adolescence into an upper-middle-age to which the audience is much less reflexively sympathetic, and if you take away the part where anything was ever okay again for anyone ever, well. You're sort of getting within swinging distance of the lens through which I view Eidolon

[elizakai]

propaganda

[superdogbiter]

Put in the tags what animal you would ride and where you would go with them

[shotmrmiller]

ghost face is in hunt now and like-

[neuneulette]

So I played Anthology of the Killer and this was my primary takeaway

[hipsternumbertwo]

Nightmare Time Future Episode: Hailey and the World Worm

[andaniellight]

"bitch i only looked away for ONE FUCKING SECOND-"

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

"Is Amphibia gay like The Owl House?" It is gay, but certainly not like The Owl House.

[naffeclipse]

Just realizing that the fact that there exists an “Angel Eyes” Eclipse implies the existence of either a more foreboding or comically innocent version of him called “Devil Eyes”

oh, Lumi, you just unleashed something devasting

As entertaining as a detective Eclipse would be, innocent and way in over his head when it comes to dealing with a mob boss Y/N who just so happens to find him devilishly handsome and too clever for his own good, I'm thinking of something worse than a mob boss.

As a young rookie cop, you are attempting to put out so many fires in the city. The crime rate is abysmal. The politicians are running on fumes and bribes. The police force is barely hanging on through constant corruption. Animatronics are still considered inhuman, unalive, objects to be owned and used, and disposed of. You're hoping that the laws declaring animatronic rights will pass soon.

Murders happen every single day in a city racked with gangs, crime lords, and thieves. You and a few other officers are tasked with dealing with a particular crime scene. It's not unusual for a politician to get assassinated, but there's something particularly brutal about the killing that sits in your stomach wrong—there was blood everywhere.

Then another important person gets knocked off, the carnage grisly and crimson, then another, and another. You can't shake how savage the murders are.

High-ranking officials start having you and other cops stand as bodyguards, taking them where they need to go, standing outside their meeting doors and on the street of their homes at night.

The killings keep happening. You learn of police officers who were standing watch were gutted, too. Slained just as well as the intended target.

You do your job, but you don't like it. You became a cop to help the city. This wasn't what you had in mind, much less babysitting powerful and possibly corrupted individuals that you despise.

That's how you confront him.

Late one evening, sitting in a squad car with a fellow policeman, you two keep each other awake with small talk until you hear the faintest scream. You both take off, and you take the back of the house. When you enter the gauche kitchen, there's a cook animatronic knocked to the ground. You stop to speak to the poor robot, her optics fuzzy until you offer a helping hand and get her back onto her wheels.

Before you can send her somewhere safe, a cold shudder rolls down your spine, as if someone were walking on your grave. You whirl around to find a towering figure at the far end of the room, dark and threatening. Black optics with pinpricks of electric yellow peer at you in judgment. The devilish eyes startle your soul.

You yell out commands to stop but the animatronic—you realize—doesn't head and disappears deeper into the house.

You give chase. You hear a gunshot upstairs and a shout from your partner. When you reach the second landing, you lift your gun to take aim, but a large fist clamp around your own. You fire once, hitting nothing. You're thrown against the wall, dangling by the wrists under the looming killer. Sharp rays, burgundy and royal blue, circle his face plate, splattered in bright blood.

It's too late. It's too late for the politician, it's too late for your partner, and it's too late for you.

He takes your gun and drops it far away. His staggering height gives no hope that you can fight him off, and already, he has you pinned. You simply hope that it will be quick, painless, but your heart sinks when he lifts a hand to your throat. His optics glint. You close your eyes.

A cold, slick finger tilts your chin up. He commands you to look at him, and you aversely obey. The optics scan your face. You wonder if he takes a sick pleasure from causing harm. You loathe that he most likely finds fear in your eyes but you are determined to not make a sound.

"Officer," he says in a cold, dark voice that spears your heart. He studies the badge on your chest, reading your last name etched in brass. You clench your fists, still suspended by his one large hand.

"Who are you?" you demand.

He doesn't answer. He cocks his head with a flash of sharp teeth in a metallic grin. When he drops you, you nearly crumple to the ground. You're aware of the blood underneath your chin where he had touched you. When you try to reach for your handcuffs, he's already down the stairs and out the door, fleeing the murders. Trembling, you fumble for your gun, but you find the clip gone.

The killer animatronic left you alive.

[jjsanguine]

Fadel after dating style for 4 years: he's definitely tired of me now 😔

Style after like officially dating for like a month: I would be willing to wait 20 years for you

[pesticidepvnk]

burps

[wormchamp72]

"So if you care 2 find me, Look towards the Western skies. As someone told me lately, Everyone deserves a chance 2 fly..."

Just watched Wicked (2024), and let's just say...wow. It wasn't at all what I expected (didn't know it was a musical)---it was better. I was moved by the themes of who is "wicked" and who is "good." Most of all, I found myself resonating with Elphaba and her tragic friendship with Glinda. Almost like a mirror 2 Maximus P. and I...

As I watched it, I couldn't help but notice the parallels between Elphaba and Jeff the Killer. Both good people shunned by society...outcasted for their looks...both deemed monsters by those who don't know their full story. So naturally i drew Jeff the Killer in the stunning "Defying Gravity" sequence. A full "AU" is brewing, don't you worry...

[magnuspool]

I’ve also got two drawings here that I made for a lovely mutual. I loved these drawings so much, I just had to save them😭