#mtv crypts

[honeysmokedham]

TIMING: August 3rd, 2023 PARTIES: Nora @honeysmokedham & Thea @notstinky LOCATION: The Crypt of Annalise Bellowmore SUMMARY: Thea decides Nora NEEDS to have a clean crypt and she's going to make it happen. Nora's just trying to be okay. CONTENT WARNINGS: None!

The thing about chapels was that they didn’t have a doorbell. Thea felt wrong inviting herself inside, but she justified it by thinking of the chapel as an apartment lobby and Nora’s apartment was just down a very narrow set of stairs. She dragged her clothing rack down the stairs, tucking the stack of hangers under one arm and her broom under the other. The bow she had put on the rack so the present appeared more dressed up, had fallen off in the chapel somewhere. It was too late to go back for it. “Nora?” She called out. “Nora? Is that…is someone crying?” It was probably some recording Nora had to add to the atmosphere but Thea had to admit, the crypt had great acoustics. Why wasn’t Nora hosting karaoke nights down here? 

Nora was more paint than human, bear, whatever she was supposed to identify as, at this point. Her crypt has steadily been growing into a collection of stolen art supplies, and now, after her return from the mines, she had thrown herself into the art of creation. The only time such an act was more valuable than its sister, destruction, was when her brush touched canvas and the world stopped to exist. The world didn’t stop existing. The clattering sound of metal on stone steps brought Nora to an attention that not even the crying Munch doll could have. “Thea?” She had invited the other over, but Nora wasn’t used to people accepting invites to her crypt. This was her first official visitor. Nora extracted herself from her place in front of the canvas and moved through the empty space to the door. Babadook following close on her heels. “I told you not to buy anything.” It was a poor thanks for a gift that was so thoughtful. “Thanks.” Nora helped, tried to help with the rack and getting it into the main part of the crypt since Thea had her hands full. “Welcome to my crypt.” It was really one large room, everything in view once you got to the main area. “This is Babadook,” Nora nodded a chin to her dog. “Then Munch is the one crying, over there.” She pointed. “He’s a sad clown. I think its his thing to cry.”

Thea wanted to be polite. She didn’t say that Nora’s crypt-house smelled like dirt, dust, mold and paint— like the wet rotting corpse of an artist had crawled into the stone. She didn’t say the cobwebs were unsightly or that she didn’t exactly think it was safe for Nora’s horrifying cosplay dog to be in a space with snakes and spiders. As she did with everything else in her life, Thea focused on the positives. It was cool down here despite the summer heat and all the spiders must have been fun to watch crawl around. It was a unique place to live and, certainly, very Nora. “Hello, Babadook— we met last time, actually. I’m happy to see him in his costume again.” When the rack was settled, Thea busied herself with setting the hangers up for Nora to use, hoping that her clothes would get out of the pile on the ground and somewhere clean. She thought about the scene from Mary Poppins during ‘A Spoonful Of Sugar’ where Julie Andrews snaps and all the clothes and mess goes back into place. When she snapped, the best she got was a spider shifting on one of its many hairy legs on a web that was a little too close to her face. Thea wasn’t even going to say anything about the floating clown doll, that was, in fact, the source of the crying. 

“Were you painting, Nora?” Thea asked, picking up her broom. She had a lot of work to do— the crypt was more dirt than stone. And she wasn’t going to ask about the floating clown doll. “I am a little confused about what you do with the paint smells.” She was not confused, one sniff to the air told her exactly what Nora did with the paint smells. She was not going to ask about the crying, floating clown doll. “It’s not entirely healthy to breathe them in all the time.” She was not going to ask about the doll. “I also wonder about what you do with food… do you have a fridge or…” She wasn’t going to do it. She wasn’t going to— “How are you doing that?” She pointed at the floating clown doll, asking. “Is it on strings? Does it have a speaker? It’s moving like it’s actually floating. Is it magnets? It’s magnets, isn’t it?” 

"Oh right." Last time. Nora knew there had been a last time. Because it had been the first time Thea and she had hung out. It had been the start of their friendship, and the day that Thea had become damned for her association with Nora. Because last time was before Debbie. Last time had been before the phantom memory of the pressure it took to plunge her knife into Debbie's skull haunted her hand. Nora blinked, at the realization that last time had been a lifetime ago. Suddenly a new guilt was weighing her down. Why hadn't she been checking on Thea. Why hadn't she been apologizing to the girl who hadn't even wanted to break into a supermarket that day? Why was she letting that same innocent Thea, come into her crypt and clean it. Because Nora had already proven that she was a black hole, taking and taking, and Thea had already proven that she was better. Nora stood there, a statue as she tried to find the words. How've you've been since Debbie? Are you okay? Are we okay? Please don't clean. Please just be here as my friend. 

But words had never been her friend, and each imagined sentence never made it past the lump in her throat. 

And Thea was talking. Wonderful, kind, thoughtful Thea didn't question the black hole consuming everything she was giving without returning anything. Thea didn't stop and ask why she was carrying the conversation along with the burden of friendship. Nora swallowed back the lump in her throat and forced he voice to croak out a "Yeah.' She had been painting. It was a self-portrait of crystals consuming Nora's body, a successor to Goya's Saturn Devouring His Son. Because just like Goya, a madness overtook her in this art. An escape from the truth. 

"I don't have any ventilation." Nora kept forcing the words past the lump, begging it to disappear back inside her. Let her deal with it later. Let Thea be free from this extra burden. "No. Maybe I should get a fan." But wouldn't the fan only flow it around the crypt? It wasn't like the paint fumes would escape. "I don't have a fridge. I don't normally eat here." Then Thea was pointing at Munch, who was still sobbing. The crying clown doll was perfect for him. How Sofie hadn't noticed that there was a ghost in there was beyond her. "It's possessed. We talked about it. You can touch him if you want, but he'll punch you." 

Microplumes of dust flew up under Thea’s rocking broom. Her gaze was fixed on the magnetic clown doll. Possessed, Nora kept saying, as if it was a state of being that made sense for a doll. Thea was possessed, in the metaphorical— the only way that word could be used and mean something. Grief possessed her, memories haunted her, her body was hollowed out like the sort of fake rock her father put their spare set of keys in, thinking no one would ever look inside. Sometimes, even Thea lost that rock in the sea of real ones. She’d have to pick each of them up and shaking, waiting until she heard a ratting. No one had stopped shaking Thea. Thea was possessed, the doll was just a trick of science. Thea approached the doll. 

Thea was always a curious person, as a child, if a question struck her in the night, she couldn’t sleep until it was answered. The world was a massive, horrifying jumble of mysteries and questions; if she understood it just a little, just enough, nothing was scary anymore. Everything became normal. She ran her hands along the side, hoping she’d feel the magnetic pull on her bracelet and be down with her questions. Nothing. She tried underneath. Nothing. She tried on top. Nothing. Behind. Nothing. Thea poked it. The doll’s hand snapped out and punched her in the nose and Thea stumbled back; it wasn’t that the doll was a particularly heavy hitter, it was some mixture of confusion, fear, and the embarrassment of being punched by a floating clown doll. When she spun, regaining her footing, she opened her eyes to find Nora’s self-portrait. Thea shrieked; fear pulsed off of her in heavy waves. 

Thea snapped her hands over her mouth. “Sorry, it, um…” She swallowed, lowering her hands. “It’s a very visceral painting. It, um, for a moment…I really thought that was you. It felt like you were really…” Thea’s gaze dropped to it. “….consumed by crystals.” She turned to the doll, still floating, still a clown. “H-how did you program it to punch me? How did…” Thea turned around again. “Nora, this…” she gestured around. “…isn’t normal, is it?”  

It was weird seeing Thea come into her home with the intent of cleaning it. As if it was something Nora should want. It made Nora examine her living space with new eyes. There had been a joy in the reclamation of herself, and space, with the lack of care. A direct pull into doing the opposite of everything she’d been told to do her whole life. Keep herself clean. Keep herself presentable. Become approachable. Now her personal hygiene, the state of her home, everything about her had become a rebellious statement against that. But Thea cared. Thea cared enough to bring a broom and a clothing rack and clean up a place she’d never considered worth cleaning before. 

Luckily Thea became distracted by Munch. With Thea bothering the doll instead of sweeping, Nora got to forget the uncomfortable feeling that came with watching the back and forth of the broom. As if the broom was more than just a broom, but what the broom stood for was something she couldn’t put her finger on. Nora blinked once. Twice. Three times as Thea moved her hand around Munch until Munch punched her. Right in the nose. “Brutal.” Nora mumbled. “Munch stop, she’s a fucking guest. You can’t just go around fucking punching people.” The ghost was shouting, the ghost was in a temper. Munch was always in a temper. Nora suspected his temper was how he became a ghost in the first place. 

Thea was screaming and Nora was feasting. A tasty little snack. A treat for Nora. She walked over to stand next to Thea, tilting her head at her unfinished portrait and trying to imagine how Thea saw it. “Are you sure it wasn’t being punched by a ghost that scared you?” Nora questioned, but Thea still didn’t believe in ghosts. “I didn’t program Munch to do anything.” The sad clown ghost had flown off to a different part of the crypt to cry, and Nora kept staring at the self-portrait parsing through what Thea had said about it. The crystals had consumed her. “It was me.” Nora agreed finally. It was still the me she wanted to be. “You know those weird crystals that sprouted all around town?” Nora gestured to one that had popped up in her crypt. A large space was left around it. “If you touch it, that’s what happens. You receive the “blessing” and you become a crystal.”

The world spun and Thea stood unmoving— left-behind. The first time she saw the grainy footage of her bones shattering and fusing together into the hulking frame of a wolf monster, she’d felt much of the same. It wasn’t a new feeling then; every time a ‘bad day’ turned to days and even opening her curtains felt like too much of a chore, time stretched to swallow her. It wasn’t a new feeling now. The only thing that tethered her to reality was Nora, whose contorted face in the painting knotted Thea’s stomach with concern. Nora was hard to read and her painted face was no different; it was the words that Thea clung to. There was no blessing in the world that involved the transformation of the body into other: not a wolf, not a crystal. Thea knew that Nora didn’t adhere to the conventions of normal like she did, nor did Nora seem to find comfort in the idea, but she did understand transformation. “Did it hurt?” She asked, turning to face Nora. “When I…” Thea gulped. She glanced over at Munch, the magnetic programmable clown doll that was not possessed, because ghosts didn’t exist. Her nose throbbed. She glanced around her: all the dust and cobwebs and gray stonework. Finally, she looked back at the painting and into the crystals that couldn’t have literally consumed Nora, because crystals didn’t do that. Well, if they were going to talk nonsense, what did it matter? 

“When I transform, my bones snap and my skin stretches and—I don’t really remember it much, mostly I just feel it after, everything hurts and sometimes I just lay down for a few hours waiting for my legs to feel like legs again but—it’s like…” Thea swallowed, searching Nora’s impassive face for understanding. “It feels wrong. When I wake up… My body feels wrong. It feels like something bad happened to me and everything feels wrong. I don’t feel like me anymore, it feels like someone else crawled inside and shook everything up. And just when I start to feel like me again, it happens all over.” Thea pointed at the painting; her grip tightened on the broom’s handle. “W-was that how it felt for you?” 

A pause in time to consider the question. Did it hurt? “Yes.” Physically Nora had thought she was dying. She had ripped flesh off her face to reveal crystal underneath. Her body had torn in new ways as the crystals popped through her flesh. It had been brutal and drawn out. Answering the question, did it hurt, wasn’t what it took time to consider. What Nora considered was it didn’t hurt enough to stop. If her mind would remain her own she would touch the crystals everyday for the rest of her life to become that, become her, the portrait on her easel. Or maybe the real pain was emotional. Being given the gift of your dreams with a burden attached to it, too heavy to accept. A carrot dangled in front of her face by a master who wanted a different beast. “It hurt.” Could three words encompass the experience? Could they tie the turmoil up in a nice bow, and offer it as a shared experience? Were words that powerful?

Nora might have gotten lost there, in her own thoughts, had she not offered a shocking new turn of conversation. When I transform. The hair raised along Nora’s arms at the confession. Thea was a shifter? There had always been something animalistic about her scent, but Nora had ignored it. Part of Thea’s job, or something. She was sensitive about her smell, there had never been a reason to ask, but the picture was coming into focus. “You’re a shifter.” There was nothing in Nora’s voice. No judgment. No acceptance. Just the plain neutrality that her monotone always offered. “When the crystals transformed me it was long. I felt like I was dying.” Or had that only been the banshee’s lie that put the thought in her head? “When I turn into a bear, it’s a moment. My body breaks and remakes. Then I’m me again. As a bear.” Nora blinked as she digested the words Thea had offered. “You don’t-” She paused, trying to make sure she had this right. “You make it sound like you don’t remember when you’re shifted? What do you change to?”

“Shifter?” Thea felt the word in her mouth, the weight of each syllable and the curve of her tongue around the sounds. The word was new for her; she assumed--if she was going to assume she was anything--that she was a werewolf. It made sense to her, based on the grainy footage of her sleepwalking camera. Like most things regarding her issue, she didn’t really think about it. “I’m not a shifter,” she swallowed, scratching her forehead, leaving behind pink streaks across her skin. “I’m not a--I’m me. I’m not anything. I’m just me. I’m a normal girl. I’m a normal girl with a little problem.” The broom trembled in her grip, her fingers tight against the plastic rod. “B-bear?” Thea blinked. “Bear?” She asked again, as if the answer could change. She wasn’t a bear, her grainy recorded body was too slim and her mouth too dog-like. She knew there were big cats, like Felix, and now bears? Why had she gotten a wolf? The broom snapped in her hands. “D-do you eat people? Does the bear eat people?” 

The conversation about crystals seemed far off. She didn’t know what crystals had to do with Nora--what they had to do with the bear. She wanted to ask how different each had felt; if the crystals hurt but made her whole again or if it was just the bear that did that. Thea couldn’t get anything out but a series of hiccups and gasps. “I don’t remember,” she croaked. “Only a little. Sometimes. But I know…I know because…” Her trembling body didn’t care for the breathing exercises she attempted to employ; in, out, hold, in, out, none of it mattered. Her throat tightened. “...hair between my teeth and blood under my nails and I feel full. Inside. I feel full.” Thea sucked in a quivering breath. “It happens with the moon. I don’t know what it is. I’m normal, I’m a normal girl. It just--with the moon.”

With each stuttering word, and trembling finger Thea seemed to crumble. A shell of anxiety and emotion. Fear radiated off her friend, mixing with denial and apprehension. The broom snapped. A similar sound to her bones, their bones during shifting. Nora blinked at Thea, puzzling through the fractured broken sentences that had yet to shift into something complete. They lay wounded and open between the two of them while Nora waited for their transformation to complete. With each additional statement from Thea a form began to shape and Nora began to understand. Compassion, love or something of the like bloomed over Nora as she saw her friend painted in a new light before her. A girl alone and scared in a world that no longer made sense. A story she thought might be familiar to many of the werewolves she’d met, but they would have to know other werewolves to know it was familiar. With each panicked and hurt word, Nora felt herself become calmer and more resolved. How could she be angry about crystals and the mines in the face of her friend’s turmoil?

Nora stepped forward to her friend who just confessed to have eaten people. To her friend who didn’t want to be stinky. To her friend that had come over to clean Nora’s place because she wanted to. To her friend that had once told her she would die on the hill that nothing is a lost cause. Nora’s hand reached out, gently placing it on Thea’s arm. “You’re just Thea.” Nora confirmed. Because what else did you tell your friend who could turn into a wolf and ate people, but couldn’t remember it. “Normal can be different things. Normal can be turning into a bear or a wolf. Normal can be what we make it.” When Nora had been alone, she wished there had been someone else like her. Someone who ate fear and turned into a bear and could show her what her normal was supposed to be. Nora wasn’t a wolf, but she could make sure her friend knew she wasn’t alone. “You can be normal and the wolf. Just like I’m normal and the bear. We’re just us. You know?”

Thea whimpered, the sound caught in her throat and left a watery sob. Tears stung at the edges of her red eyes and when Nora touched her, the dam broke and they rained down her face. All her life she had wanted to be normal. She was too poor to be like the other girls in her school, her shoes had holes in them and her clothes came down from her older cousins. She was too smart to be average in class, which hadn’t felt like a curse until every hand she raised threw a series of daggers into her back and whispers burning her ears. She liked girls too much to join in on conversations about boy bands and movie star heartthrobs. No matter what she did, she was different. She was born different. Normal could be what they made it; Nora made it sound easy and Thea wanted to believe her. “C-can I hug you?” She sniffled. The second the affirmative left Nora’s lips, Thea threw her arms around her friend and held her tightly. 

She breathed in her scent of dust and mold; felt the scratchy fabric of her clothes with dubious laundry schedule; and felt more at home holding Nora than she’d felt under any roof. “You’re a good friend,” Thea whispered into her hair. “I’m sorry I tried to clean your crypt; it’s just you and I like you and I don’t want to clean you up and turn you into something else.” She’d only been trying to take care of her a little but truly, through the fog of her lies, she’d been hoping to make Nora a little more normal and she was sorry for that. “We’re just us,” she repeated, “we’re just us.”

They were a bear and a wolf and somewhere behind them a floating crying clown doll that was definitely possessed, and that was okay. That could be normal. It was only the two of them and their life and it was normal. 

[onryou-onryou]

Rocket from the Crypt - 'Sturdy Wrists' video

[cowboyscrypt]

even though the moonrockers were a last ditch effort to rake in some cash for rockafire i really love princess halley

[balthazar-sketti]

MTV's Tricks And Treats Weekend hosted by The Crypt Keeper, 2001

[mrsterlingeverything]

MTV crypts

[takashimakato]

October media Masterpost

I have been wanting to watch horror movies for a while, since I like to prepare for Halloween early and one of the best ways to do it is by watching thrillers, from classics to Just films no one has heard of that are scary.

Takes Note: I couldn't find ever single horror movie so I will link some good masterpost that have specific films or series that you want to see

Masterpost of Horror by @goryhorroor

The analog/digital Horror recommendation post by @silvermoon424

Post about Kurt Cobain Masterpost by @cobainqueer

Female Scares:

Carrie (1976)

Carrie (2002)

Carrie (2017)

The Bride Of Chucky (1998)

Jennifer's Body

Gingersnaps

Gingersnaps 2

Gingersnaps back

MA

Crypt of the living dead

Japanese horror's

Perfect Blue

Belladonna of Sadness

House

Death note

The end of Evangelion

Serial Experiments lain

Neon genesis Evangelion

Iconic Thrillers

Child's Play

Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Texas Chainsaw Massacre pt 2

Saw 1

Saw 2

Saw 3

Halloween

Evil Dead 1

Evil Dead 2

Horny but October vibe

Crash

Elvira Mistress of the dark

Elvira's Haunted Hills

Frankenhooker

Recent Scares!

Spree

The end of the F**king world

Mtv downtown

The Maxx

Analog horror

Fnaf Vhs

Lacey's Games

Walten Files

[switchbladefairy]

hi mtv, welcome to my crypt

[mitochondriaandbunnies]

Miami Vice S1E17: Rites of Passage

Tubbs' old flame Valerie arrives in Miami hoping to find her sister.

At the beginning of the episode, when Zito and Switek are failing to fix the bug van, Tubbs suggests it's possessed and then laughs like the fucking Crypt Keeper, and it is absolutely delightful

Sonny looks like a kicked puppy when Rico wanders over to see Pam Grier

There's a lot going on with the reunion between Val and Tubbs. He's clearly thrilled to see her, but her initial reaction is doubtful at best and actively distressed at worst-- she's not interested in whatever he's selling. When they go for a walk together, he is immediately very familiar and frankly somewhat possessive-- he asks her why she didn't call him when she's been in Miami for 2 weeks, and when she starts to explain he just doubles down on the questioning.

It's an interesting facet of his personality-- he's both very quick to assume a level of relationship seriousness with anyone he likes, and also incredibly pollyanna about being able to fix any problem in that relationship-- often to the point of both ignoring the other person's feelings and the reality of their situation. Tubbs is often framed as the "reasonable" one between himself and Crockett, but like... let's be serious, that's only because Crockett is a sad wet disaster man. Tubbs is also a huge fucking mess, especially when it comes to romance.

Sonny asks Val if "Tubbs abandoned her" and when she laughs and says no he asks "so when's your flight." He's not jealous or anything.

Gina, interestingly, bristles a little at Val in the handful of scenes they share together, but it's really not clear why.

There's a shopping-and-cocaine sequence with Val's little sister Diane set to Change Your Ways by Rockwell that is just spectacular-- it's beautifully shot, wonderfully choreographed, and just so, so cheerfully, bleakly ominous. It's a really classic bit of Vice cinematography, the kind that has been misremembered as empty MTV glitz but is in practice a quick, gutting image poem. "Well, have you considered the price of the life you want to live?" indeed.

John Turturro is in this one as a sleazebag pimp; we see his nipples

The scene where Tubbs and Crockett make stupid jokes about the nouveau riche and quiche kills me, because it's a perfect example of how they are truly only funny to each other

Sonny puts an entire sandwich in a woman's drink at a party while she is not looking.

Rico tells Val she could stay with him. Could she, Rico? Could she?? You 100% live in your car, baby, you are the only member of Vice Squad whose home we never see

The second "music video" sequence in this episode is set to I Wanna Know What Love Is by Foreigner; we watch Val and Tubbs have slightly-less-operatic-than-usual-for-Tubbs sex, and Diane gets murdered. Is it a little on the nose? Yes, absolutely. However, there's minor off-and-on distortions in the music-- little hiccups, like a warped record skipping-- that elevate it from borderline-didactic to genuinely creepy. From Tubbs' (and maybe-- but probably not-- Val's) perspective, the lyrics play themselves straight. From Diane's perspective, they become a prophecy-- Foreigner signs of love, "I better read between the lines In case I need it when I'm older;" Diane, too trusting, never gets the chance. We see Sonny, too, realizing he has to be the one to break the news-- that it's also a form of love to be willing to tell someone the truth even when it's going to hurt them.

(If you subscribe to the idea that it finally dawned on him in the previous episode that he cares a little more than he ought to for Rico-- well, it tracks with all his reactions throughout this one.)

When Val goes to leave, Sonny's first question is "is there anyone meeting you at Kennedy?" because despite everything, at his core Sonny is kind

Val does not return Rico's little kissy gesture : (

So how the hell does Sonny get Val out of the uh, y'know, the whole. Murder charges thing. She implies in the next episode she appears in that he "pulled some strings," but like. What strings, James Sonny Crockett? What strings did you pull that got Valerie "I 100% Shot This Guy In Cold Blood, Cuff Me Boys" Gordon out of prison???

Very smooth, though, getting your boyfriend's girlfriend out of jail. Smooth like your damn brain, Sonny

[thenightling]

I started following a Youtube channel called Nostalgic Halloween. They mostly have vintage Halloween themed commercials from the 1970s to present day but one video they had up was Elvira's 1986 MTV Halloween special.

There's a skit in the special where she has a fake infomercial for a Halloween carols album.

Dracula is coming to town (to the tune of Santa Claus is coming to town)

I saw Mummy kissing Frankenstein (To the tune of I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus).

Hairy the Wolfman (to the tune of Frosty the Snow Man).

And I really wished these songs were real. I'd buy the album. The Crypt Keeper actually did release a spooky Christmas album called "We wish you a Scary Christmas." I have most of those on Mp3. They included songs like "I wish you'd bury the missus." (to the melody of "We wish you a Merry Christms") "Deck the Halls with parts of Charlie" (to the tune of Deck the Halls) And a cute retelling of Twas The Night before Christmas where the Crypt Keeper lays a booby trap for and than rescues Santa Claus.

Attached is my favorite spooky parody song. It's "You Won't Survive" to the tune of "I will Survive." It's a Dracula version of the disco classic by the band Count Crow (pun on Counting Crows).

[rawiswhore]

Various Actors, Professional Wrestlers, Porn Stars x Fem Reader- "Swimming Pools"

This fanfiction may contain material things may find problematic, but viewer discretion is advised...

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You've had this sexual fantasy of being at a local community swimming pool, and the men at this swimming pool are Don Johnson in the early 1970's when he looked like this:

Even though Don Johnson looked sexy AF during the late 1980's when he had long hair, he also looked sexy AF in the early 1970's before he was famous, and in the early 1970's he looked like a teenager despite that he was a grown man.

Bubba Higgins from "Mama's Family" during the late 1980's when he looks like this:

Eric Stoltz when he looks like this:

Or maybe even how he looks in the film "Fast Times At Ridgemont High".

John Ritter in his "Three's Company" days when he looks like this:

Leigh McCloskey in the film "Alexander: The Other Side of Dawn" when he looks like this:

Wrestler Jerry Lynn in the early 1990's when he looked like this or when he first joined ECW:

Some of the other men at this swimming pool include Jeff Hardy at the beginning of 1997, Christian Cage in the late 1990's and the year 2000 when he had long blond hair, 90's and 2000's Chris Jericho when he has long hair and no facial hair, Bill Paxton in the "Tales from the Crypt" episode "People Who Live in Brass Hearses", late 1990's Shawn Michaels (specifically Shawn in 1997/1996), Triple H at the end of 1997/beginning of 1998 or even during his 90's blueblood Hunter Hearst Helmsley days, Nova from ECW in the late 1990's or even in 2001/2002, Brian Pillman in 1996, Raven during his ECW and WCW days, Leif Cassidy in 1996 (before he grew that handlebar moustache at the end of the year), Tommy Rogers either during his Fantastics days at the end of 1988 or during his ECW run in the late 90's (he looks better during his Fantastics days), Rob Van Dam either during his ECW and WWE/F days in the 90's and early 2000's or RVD during his Robbie V days in WCW in 1993, Razor Ramon/Scott Hall, wrestler Sam Houston in the 1990's, wrestler Wayne Bloom in the early 1990's, 90's MTV VJ John Sencio in 1994 or even in 1998 when he was on the short lived sitcom "The Army Show", Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High" and WCW wrestler Jim Powers.

Other men in this fantasy are male porn stars Biff Malibu, Gerry Pike, Jay Serling in the 1980's when he doesn't have facial hair and Shawn Ricks in the 2001 porn movie "Babewatch 4", Vince Van Patten on "Baywatch", John Bender in "the Breakfast Club", Thomas Haden Church in the 90's when he has long hair and looks like this:

And maybe even Mark Hamill in the film "Corvette Summer".

In this fantasy, Don Johnson in the early 1970's, Jeff Hardy at the beginning of 1997, Christian Cage when he had long hair, Raven in ECW and WCW, Leif Cassidy in 1996, Robbie V from WCW, Chris Jericho, Jerry Lynn in the early 90's, Eric Stoltz and maybe even Nova in his ECW days are meant to be teenage boys even though all of these aforementioned men are grown men.

Bubba Higgins on "Mama's Family", John Bender in "The Breakfast Club" and Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High" were teenagers even though they were played by grown men.

You are not a sexual predator or pedophile, all of the men in this fantasy were grown legal men even if some of them were playing teens.

The rest of the listed men in this fantasy are grown men playing grown men.

At this swimming pool, some of these men are lounging in pool chairs, whereas some of the boys like Don Johnson in the early 1970's, Bubba Higgins and Jeff Hardy are inside the swimming pool splashing about.

Some of the men in this fantasy are also lifeguards sitting in chairs.

Shawn Michaels, Triple H/Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Leif Cassidy, Chris Jericho, Nova from ECW, Tommy Rogers, Wayne Bloom, John Sencio, Biff Malibu, and Gerry Pike all have their long hair hanging down in this fantasy, although all of these men in this fantasy have their long hair hanging down except for Jim Powers.

You walked this community swimming pool wearing a rather skimpy pink bikini, like the bikini Susanna Hoffs wears on the poster for the movie "The All-Nighters".

When you step further into the swimming pool but not taking a dip into the swimming pool yet, just about all of the males' eyes were all on you.

Their heads turned and their eyes were all on you.

Some of the men in this fantasy lounging in pool chairs were smiling from ear to ear hollering at you and giving you those "wolf whistles" as they're called.

Teenage boys are infamously horny, and these teen boys eyes were focused on you where their eyes were studying your body up and down while their mouths grinned and erections were forming under their shorts.

They were no longer playing and splashing around in this pool but instead looking at you.

You didn't mind these men and boys staring and leering at you, in fact, you specifically wanted them all to look at you.

With a grin on your face, you stood there and would turn your body to show yourself off to all of these men and boys to leer at you.

"This little bikini top can barely cover my breasts" you stated loud enough for all of these men at this pool to hear, your eyes staring at one of your breasts saying that.

You said that to sexually arouse these men.

Later on in this fantasy, you got into this swimming pool, where you stood in front of these men playing teenage boys like Don Johnson, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Raven, Chris Jericho, Eric Stoltz, Leif Cassidy, Bubba Higgins from "Mama's Family", John Bender from "The Breakfast Club", Robbie V from WCW and Leigh McCloskey.

They were all smiling and eager standing in front of you, and you lowered your chest down until the pool's water was above your breasts.

As the water was above your tits, your hands reached behind your back and untied the back of your bikini top, where you pulled your top off of your chest and let your breasts soak under the cold water.

The boys noticed your barenaked breasts under the water and pointed at them, where they smiled from ear to ear and got excited.

They'd probably cum in the swimming pool.

After your breasts were dampened by this cold water, you raised your body up until your barenaked tits were above the water, where you were showing your barenaked tits off to these men.

Your breasts were now wet and your nipples were erect from the cold water.

These boys cheered seeing your barenaked breasts and soon the rest of these men in the pool's eyes were glued to your tits.

Some of the men were cheering for your breasts out exposed.

You stood there topless with a wicked grin on your face showing off.

These boys were getting horny when you walked next to the pool and showed yourself off, but they were getting hornier when they saw your bare, wet breasts.

They weren't the only ones getting horny, so were the rest of these men at the swimming pool.

If you could, you'd ask these boys to dunk their heads under the pool's water and you'd sink down under the water as well, where you'd flash your barenaked breasts to them.

However, these boys aren't wearing swimming goggles, and when people open their eyes when they're underwater and don't wear goggles, their vision looks foggy.

Although, this is a fantasy.

Plus, you want some of these men lounging by the pool and lifeguards to look at your barenaked breasts too.

"I just love how cool and cold this pool is" you stated to these boys, "Feels good to swim in cold water during a hot day"

You were referring to this because the cold water is making your nipples erect.

"Y'know, boys can walk around shirtless, but girls can't" you added, saying that as an excuse to show off your barenaked breasts.

Meanwhile, these boys standing in front of you wouldn't take their eyes off of your breasts and all of them were smiling, some of their hands wanted to reach out and touch them.

They can look and they can touch.

Heh, you could've entered this swimming pool wearing a white T-shirt with a bikini bottom but no bikini top under your shirt, where you would've soaked yourself into the pool and your breasts and nipples are seen under your top after you've taken a dip, where you would've shown off your breasts to all of these men and boys without even raising and pulling your shirt up.

This fantasy could also take place at a summer camp, where these boys are all attending a summer camp and these men are camp counselors, and before these boys go swimming, you approach them wearing a bikini, where you show your body off to these men and boys while they all gaze happily with their eyes reading your body.

This fantasy almost did take place at a summer camp, but I decided on a swimming pool instead.

You could've included wrestlers like the Young Bucks in the 2010's and Dean Ambrose during his WWE days, but you had this fantasy in the late 1990's and early 2000's.

There's other men---mainly professional wrestlers---you could add to this fantasy.

You can't decide if Triple H at the end of 1997 and beginning of 1998, Nova from ECW and John Ritter in his "Three's Company" heyday looks underage.

[sammmyy223]

I run a shit post dnd game. The players and I refer to it by one of two names. Weednd or The Brewicide Squad. The players and I get inebriated before and during each sessions.

This is the information I provided to the players when we were planning on starting the game. The hook so to speak. There are also the 4 unique feats you can choose depending on where you are from.

Brethea is a land of wonders and holds many a great deal of things. The land is ruled over by 4 major factions

The Weed Wizards-

One more Rip- once per long sesh user pulls out a spell rolled joint and can cast any first level spell

The Miller High Mages-

Feat: Gods Drunkest Driver- once per long sesh the user down a teener and spawn a set of car keys. The car keys are a magical item when used that summons a magical car that will take you where you need to go,

The Pack Priests of Stanktopia-

Herbal Remedies- one per long user can heal the party 1d8 as they share a medicinal blunt. The healing power increases by 1d8 at level 6, 10, 14, 18

The Wocky Warlocks-

Double Cup Alchemy- one per long sesh the player may roll a d20 in order to generate a double cup potion.

Brethea a land of rich and deep lore, built upon the ashes of many a sesh amongst the leaders of the four groups.

One day a black spot opened in between the four kingdoms and since then evil has been plaguing the land, trying to claim the holy relics of the kingdoms to resurrect an evil demon.

The four great rulers of the nation, Franko Skunkberry of Stanktopia, Yung King of Wocky, Flooberus Bobsnarl Jr. of the Miller lands, and Quincavius Diesalbrau of the wizards have come to an agreement that shall recruit aspiring heroes of their nation and pair them in teams of adventurers to stop the forces of evil. You are a team of those heroes. Your goal is to get as much information you can on the upcoming evil and potentially put a stop to it!

Short sesh, or long sesh instead of short or long rest.

I also wanted to share the current list of side quests I have for the players

Side Quests

Trivia with Tim-

Vietnam

Guppy’s MTV Crypt Episode

The fat king and the praising staff- you have to compliment the king or get put to death

Zoober Zone- a multidimensional plane of existence where the Hashtral Projectionists hang out

Minecraft ravine exploration

The fermented lake and the micks chosen select ultra can that whoever brings it up from and drinks it, becomes the king of beertopia. Beertopia is like el dorado of beer.

Devil fruit sesh

Chaos Sparkplugs

Metro 42033

Killing the Council

[givemeanorigami]

Hello MTv, welcome to my crypt!

[sexchangedotcom]

welcome to my MTV crypts

[nelson-riddle-me-this]

“Hello MTV (monster televison) and welcome to my crypt!”

[tvguidancecounselor]

TV Guidance Counselor Episode 625: Jordan Morris II

July 16-22, 1994

He was one of the very last in person guests pre-COVID, and this time he's back via satellite, please welcome writer of his second graphic novel, Youth Group (out 7/16/24 from First Second Books! Available for pre-order NOW!) , comic, and podcaster Jordan Morris back to the show.

Ken and Jordan discuss NASA, Dave Thomas (Wendy's), Popeyes, KFC, In and Out Burger, when all cartoons became babies, Yo Yogi!, Jellystone, the most obscure Hanna Barbara characters, Ken's love of Frankenstein Jr., the impossible Impossibles, Sex with Cindy Crawford, the moon landing, Summer Shows, Sex in the 90s, House of Style, Steven Banks Show, paddy whacks, what Alec Baldwin watches, PBS Sitcoms, Yank Yucks, the "YouTube Thumbnail face", Pat Riley, TV Nation, the glory of the early teen years Summers, learning pop culture references, Hot Shots, The Mad Magazine phenom, Ren & Stimpy, the sweet Nicktoons, Rocko's Modern Life, Dream On, boobs on cable, Weekend at Bernie's II, MTV, Dead at 21, Good Morning Mr. Hitler, Vanessa Angel on Time Trax, unethical Anti-Gravity Belts, Chained Heat II, erotic Thrillers, Pam Anderson in Snapdragon, massive Tom Beringer fans, Blossom, Joey Lawrence's music career, music video drops, Michael Jackson Black or White, Ashton Drake's weird dolls, mold breaking, heist movies, Game Gear, Three Ninjas, Running Man, Tales from the Crypt, Arnold Schwarzenegger's directorial debut, William Hickey, Body Double, The Critic, Grace Under Fire, Seinfeld, In Living Color, Fraiser, Christmas in July, Pieces : It's Exactly What You Think It Is, AIDS calendars, Flashdance, Boogaloo Shrimp on Family Matters, Cliff Hanger, Terry O'Quinn, Samurais, and loving Hangin' with Mr. Cooper. 

Check out this episode!

[kwaggysshardmindemporium]

So apparently I haven't done any albumposting since the Missy Elliott one so big block incoming strap the fuck in we goin' faaaaast.

Rattlesnakes by Lloyd Cole and the Commotions. This album was pretty forgettable overall. "Are You Ready to be Heartbroken?" was nice enough. Also it makes the twee song "Lloyd, I'm Ready to be Heartbroken" make just so god damn much more sense now. 3/5

Roger the Engineer by The Yardbirds. So forgettable I did, in fact, forget every last note I heard. Does this album actually exist? You tell me! My brain certainly can't confirm! 3/5

To Pimp a Butterfly by Kendrick Lamar. Liked it well enough, didn't love it. Favorite track was "The Blacker the Berry." 4/5

Mama Said Knock You Out by LL Cool J. The title track is the best thing on here and is the only track I remember at all, and that doesn't inspire much because the title track is just pretty good. 3/5

Surfer Rosa by The Pixies. Okay so if there's one thing that listening to all these albums has taught me, one core thing you can take with you and remember, it's that The Pixies kick fucking ass seriously this is the worst album of theirs I've listened to and it's still better than a majority of what else I've heard. 4/5, listen to Bossa Nova first, then Dolittle, THEN this one is the order I'd give for what I've heard.

Chelsea Girl by Nico. This woman's voice is absolutely beautiful, but she just isn't working with good lyrics to sing. 3/5

Honky Tonk Masquerade by Joe Ely. This is one of those albums that if it had found me at a different time in my life I would have loved it forever. As is, eh it's fine I guess. 3/5, best track is "Boxcars."

Autobahn by Kraftwerk. This is the best Kraftwerk album I've heard, which means purely that I didn't despise it I understand that these guys were talented, important and influential but I just flatly hate most of what they made even as I respect that they were game changers who laid the groundwork for basically all music that came after. It was some nice enough background music for my day. 3/5, but like you legit should listen because knowing where the things you like came from is good.

Next by The Sensational Alex Harvey Band. The name of the album is "Next" I'm not just saying this band is next up. So uh this album fucks. Literally this album is horny. I loved it. "Gang Bang" is a song I didn't know I needed in my life but is now precious to me. It has kind of the vibe of AC/DC's "Big Balls" if it dropped the tee-hee talking entirely in euphemism tone and instead was just directly about exactly what you think it's about. And I know this album came out not far from the free love hippy era, but it's still kinda crazy to hear something so sex positive and unashamed from before I was born. 5/5

Gentlemen by The Afghan Wigs. This album is boring. I have literally nothing to say about it. 3/5, moving on.

Millions Now Living Will Never Die by Tortoise. Now, this is why we don't judge books by their covers. I saw the super artsy pretentious sounding name. I saw the album saying it was 6 songs and 43 minutes meaning the songs are too god damn long. I saw the first song alone is 20+ minutes. I was super ready to write this off as something music critics like, but no this was fun as hell to listen. The blurb the artist has on Spotify says this is indie rock and for that they are dirty liars. This absolutely isn't rock. It is, however, and absolute fucking *journey.* You should absolutely listen to this. 4/5

Let's Get Killed by David Holmes. It sucks. I will say Dave, we should do that, because then I wouldn't have to listen to more of this. 2/5

Scream, Dracula, Scream by Rocket From the Crypt. This was a lot of fun. It's like somewhere between grunge and heavy metal. And as someone who likes both of those things, I enjoyed this. Two great tastes that taste great together. 4/5

And finally, album #700! Woooooooo. MTV Unplugged in New York by Nirvana. This is one of the big ones. It is just barely not in the top 10 on the website I generate these from. (#11.) There are less than 1% of all 1001 albums that people on average like better, including multiple Beatles, Bowie and Floyd albums. It truly sits among the elite. Is it actually that good...? Yeah no shit it's that good have you heard it? It's great. Nirvana is one of the all time greatest bands, and this album has some of the all time greatest versions of their songs plus some amazing covers. If you haven't heard anything from this album before, first let me welcome you oh successful time traveller from the past even my ass has heard a bunch of these already, and then go listen to it it's fucking great. Obviously 5/5