#projecting autism onto him time. do you see the vision

[thyredwarden]

i think the fact that davrin has so many button adjacent stuff on his front and simply leaves them undone is ten times funnier than just having a deep collar.

[adamwatchesmovies]

Bless the Child (2000)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

Although Bless the Child initially appears to be yet another one of those “bad seed” Omen knock-offs, it’s trying something different. The results are often unintentionally silly, the film is never even remotely frightening and large chunks of it are badly written but at least it gets some points for originality.

Maggie O’Connor (Kim Basinger) adopts her newborn niece, Cody (Holliston Coleman) after she is abandoned by her mother (Angela Battis). At six, Cody displays severe autism and also the miraculous ability to heal others with a touch. Meanwhile, a cult has begun kidnapping and killing children in ritual murders. When former priest-turned-FBI agent John Travis (Jimmy Smits) realizes all the victims share a birthday with Cody, he believes the girl is in danger.

I tried to think of a way this story could work. Maybe if we stripped away all of the supernatural stuff and Maggie was an ultra-religious woman whose beliefs verged on the obsessive, then this story might work. Although he isn’t introduced immediately, the film’s villain is a former celebrity turned religious guru and addiction therapist, Eric (Rufus Sewell). He shows up out of nowhere one day with Cody’s mother as his new wife, demanding custody of the kid. If this was a smart movie, his malice would be subtle or up for interpretation. The conflict might come from Maggie desperately trying to convince everyone that her “daughter” is in danger. I know, I know. At this point, we’re watching a completely different movie. I tried. The fact is, this plot just doesn’t work. At all.

Let’s begin with the villain, Eric. He’s a hardcore Satanist whose followers (basically thinly-veiled stand-ins for Scientologists) have been going around, looking for a child born on a specific date in one of the biggest cities in the world. They've butchered five kids and still, nothing. Their mission? Convince Cody that God is no good and that she should join their club instead. If they do it before “the Black Easter”… something bad will happen. The problem with this scenario is that we have a grown man hamming it up like there’s no tomorrow trying to play head games with a six-year-old who can barely string together proper sentences… and failing. I won’t say what the film’s ending is like (this is, in theory, a horror movie so it could go either way) but seeing him fumble even one attempt to turn Cody makes him seem completely ineffective. You can’t take any of this story seriously.

Bless the Child is packed full of spooky shots of gargoyles leering at our heroine and moments that should petrify you in terror but instead make you wonder what dimension this story is set in. This is the kind of movie where someone will get decapitated and their severed head will get placed back on the body just so their friend can touch gasp in horror as the noggin tumbles to the ground at the exact right time. The cult is already looking pretty sad considering when you realize they put off finding the child and are now running out of time - they have less than a week before the big day - but their methods of silencing the heroes aren’t just ineffective, they’re so poorly thought-out no one would attempt them.

As soon as we meet FBI agent Travis, it should become obvious to everyone watching that this is a stinker. If you hold onto hope, just wait until the demonic visions and instances of divine intervention. Director Chuck Russell has never heard the word “subtle”. Or maybe it just doesn’t exist in German. I mean, I know Eric is the leader of a cult that kidnaps children so they can chop them into pieces and use their blood to write strange symbols on walls but he’s so obviously evil it’s hard to believe a body of evidence has to be built against him. With his wild-looking eyes and slimy demeanor, it would take exactly zero seconds for any jury to return with a guilty verdict - regardless of what crime he’d be accused of.

I obtained Bless the Child as part of a two-pack with Jade, a lame 1995 sex thriller that may be the better of the two, which is saying something. A horror film doesn’t have to generate screams to be good but it doesn't hurt. Bless the Child never even approaches the realm of terror; it’s only good for some unintentional laughs and even then, not many. (On DVD, April 14, 2020)

[neurodiverse-clones]

Are you still taking prompts for autistic Echo? If not, cool, no worries and please ignore the rest of this message. If so, I was thinking about if Echo starts to have an overload at a pretty inconvenient time (like in the middle of a campaign) and everyone is trying to help but it’s actually Anakin who ends up helping by sharing a coping method that helps him (and everybody is like *bluescreen* “you too?”).

OH MY GOODNESS YES I CAN ABSOLUTELY DO THIS. Okay I have been mulling this over ever since I got this ask, and I don’t know if this is exactly what you wanted, but as I may have mentioned I am 100% projecting onto Echo and that’s where this comes from. Thank you so much for the ask!

It’s ironic that his name echoes in his ears, he thinks, and he looks up into the visor of—someone, a brother, but his vision is tunneling and he can’t quite figure out who.

“Echo, are you with me?” The sound of it rings, but it gives him something to focus on besides the hole in his blacks or the smell of burning and ozone or the sound of blasterfire—ah, fierfek, they’re taking precious time and power away from the battle—

He slips again, and wonders somewhere simultaneously vague and central inside his head why he didn’t just bring it up when things started getting bad again.

He focuses on the visor in his face and tries to block out the sound, at least, he can do that if he just… if he could just focus—

“Eyayah,” a voice snaps, and it’s sharp and safe and Echo takes in a breath he didn’t realize he needed, filling his lungs almost until they ache, because nothing else matters, that’s Fives, calling to him.

“Eyayah,” Fives says again, “Ey’ika, you don’t have to do anything, just stay down here and as soon as this is over we’ll get you out.”

Echo turns the words over in his mind, willing them to make sense, except when they do he almost croaks out a negative, because his overload that he let get bad is not worth moving him before the injured vode—but then, it’s not like he’s in charge.

:::

In overload, time is less linear than it is when he’s okay. It twists and turns on itself, and hours are minutes and minutes are days and weeks are hours and nothing makes sense.

So when the battle ends, petering to a stop, and the only sounds are the yells of brothers taking out stragglers or helping the injured, and it doesn’t feel long enough, Echo can’t find it in him to be surprised.

His squad descends on him in an instant, trying all the various techniques they’ve learned. Fives is in front of him, helmet tucked under an arm, smiling weakly into Echo’s face. Lines has one of Echo’s gloves hands gently in his, and is holding it to his chest and breathing dramatically for his brother to follow and Echo doesn’t want to pull away but he doesn’t want to be touched, either, everything still hurts and itches and burns and doesn’t all at once. Ink is next to him, one leg straight, the other bent up with an arm sling across it, and is asking—something, but the shouting in the background mingles with it and he can’t parse out the gentle speaking from the yelling.

He heaves in a great breath and Fives shoos the rest of the squad away. They only back up about a meter, though, probably trying to cover their brother, because if someone sees—well.

Echo didn’t survive having autism on Kamino to die on that same Force-forsaken planet because autism on the battlefield is a little less convenient.

(And really, most of the time it helps to see the world a little differently. Just… not always. Not right now.)

Lines clears his throat, and the squad scrambles closer to Echo again—a predetermined signal for approaching superior officer—but Jedi aren’t stupid, unfortunately.

“How are things, men?” Skywalker asks, and even Echo can feel how loaded the question is.

“Swell, General,” Pink replies, and someone else groans, “Sergeant.” Pink was always bad at lying. His tell is that he changes his speech patterns; it’s obvious, every time.

“Uh-huh,” Skywalker intones, disbelieving. “Is your brother over there injured? He’s been down for a few hours.”

Of course it was a few hours.

The squad exchanges awkward glances.

“Right,” Skywalker says. He goes to step around the squad, but they form up defensively in front of Echo and Fives. His eyebrows go up, so he stands on his toes to try to peer over the heads of the squad. “Is that… Echo?” he asks.

Fives’s breath catches.

“Panic attack?” With a look, he gets through the squad and goes to sit beside Echo.

Echo manages to force out a, “No, sir,” but he would much rather simply shake his head.

“Sensory overload?” Skywalker tries again.

Echo doesn’t know what to do or what to say, but he can’t lie to an officer, much less a Jedi, so he just nods.

“I was beginning to think I was the only one who got that,” Skywalker says with a hefty sigh that has Echo confused.

“You get sensory overload,” Echo says, an incredulous statement as much as a question.

“Yeah, all the time. Well,” Skywalker corrects himself, “not all the time. I like to think I’ve learned how to take care of myself and keep it at bay.”

“And… how do you do that?” Echo asks.

“It depends on the issue. Sometimes I can leave the situation. Sometimes—have you heard of stimming?” At Echo’s nod, he continues, “Sometimes I fidget or stim. Sometimes I just put on my earmuffs. They’re noise reducing, like your helmets.” He gives Echo a smile and doesn't seem fazed when Echo avoids his gaze. “And I meditate, but not with the Force.”

“I’ve never meditated before,” Echo admits.

“I’ll help you some time,” Skywalker offers, and then he’s off.

The squad gives each other baffled, grateful looks, and Echo finds that he feels a little better.

[dipplie]

Temporary list of my stories and OC’s until one day I make a comprehensive and well made list:

Blinded:

Polli: My oldest OC and fun fact was my persona till she become edgy and I wasn’t 12 anymore. Everyone’s favorite yes yes I’m aware. Yellow, energetic, eats dirt and bugs, I can’t tell if she’s evil because of a wisp possession or just crazy. Breaks the 4th wall. Is she a Mary Sue???????? Who knows.

Melody: NOT Polli’s girlfriend despite Polli’s delousions. Has an abusive mom :(. Only has one eye and then no eyes and then robot eyes or smthn idk she becomes a badass when she gets older. But otherwise trembling in her shoes all the time.

Melodys Mom/Sharren: Bitch. Okay well all I’ll say is she’s old and grumpy and probably smells bad.

Louise: Total hotty, rich kid, FtM, got bullied as a kid for his weight. Had a squad of fans basically in high school. Lived with his mom after his parents got a divorce but his mom was semi abusive, projected her femininity onto him, and wouldn’t have been supportive of his transition, so between middle and high school he went to live with his dad and got his sex change and testosterone. His best friend in elementary and middle school stopped talking to him after his transition, and became his competition for the most attractive and sought after boy in school (except Louise is a sweetheart while his friend Tommy is a dick and really gross) His dad runs a company that specializes in technology, and after meeting and falling in love with Melody (even after all her abusive trauma and losing both her eyes) he has his dad and some of the developers create a way to get her vision back and I mean honestly I love him how could you not love him he’s so perfect.

Watching:

Fick: Big nerd boy with thick glasses. I feel like he’d use Reddit but don’t quote me on that. Big crush on Vivinya. Boy don’t wander into the woods- oh look dead body with a curse on it don’t touch it- aaaand now he has a wisp that makes him kill people, way to go kid. Panic attack central.

Vivinya: True crime girl, yucky yucky. Probably had a knife collection. “uwu I’m insane” except she actually is and starts using Fick to kill people for her and treats him like her “Yandere boyfriend” or something cringe and gross oh god. She deserves jail. JAIL. Needs to learn guys need to give consent too. Just overall sucks 1/10.

Tommy: I mentioned him early to be Louises ex best friend and rival. He used to have a crush on Louise actually but that don’t excuse being a BITCH!!!! Also needs to learn people gotta give consent he is just as gross as Vivinya. Cheats on all the girls he gets with because he’s again, a bitch. Idk if he deserved to get murdered though I mean he was still a teenager but it’s fine. Thinks of the song Seventeen from Heathers actually this story does feel a tad reminiscent of heathers with vivinya being a crazy and wanting to off a bunch of students. Huh.

Suzannie: Tommy’s older sister who’s a detective. What a coincidence. Monotone and depressed. Probably because her little brother got murdered. Gets real awkward when she’s talking about her brothers murder(s) to Fick and Vivinya like “when I find who did this to him they’ll regret being born”. Kind of really pretty actually.

Adolescents (there isn’t actually a story here yet but don’t worry about it shhhh):

Nelson: HIMBO HIMBO H- Jock stupid idiot big dork god he’s so awkward and his main personality trait is having a crush on Naomi and being a dork when talking to her. Probably could benchpress you.

Naomi: Gamer or something and a nerd geek. Her main personality trait is having a crush on Nelson and also being a dork when talking to him. Probably a weeb and fandom dweller. Can’t draw but she commissions artists to draw. She does write copious amounts of fanfiction though.

Andrés: Ohhh the school bad boy babyyyy. Baseball bat with nails in it or something. There’s like... A thing between him in Charlotte and he wants to be a thing but she’s being difficult and makes it hard to talk to her or about her and ugh.

Charlotte: Princess, high school princess. She’s actually pretty nice when you get to know her- but she’s a diva. Ballerina after school. Best friends with Naomi and doesn’t know what she’s talking about when she mentions ships or OTPs but she listens anyways because she’s a good friend. There’s like... A thing between her and Andrés but she doesn’t know if she’s super into him but geez he’s really hot but she gets such mixed responses when she asks her friends about it and what if it doesn’t work outttt.

Marlon: They/Them but they’re okay with either pronouns they aren’t sure yet, he or she is okay... Box boy box boy. Autism... He doesn’t want to admit He’s attracted to men but he’s totally attracted to men. He lives alone which is probably illegal for his age but somehow he manages. Everyone thinks he’s “the quiet kid” and he’s really sad about it no don’t make jokes like that please guys ahh-

Sing for Me:

Kat: The color pink, addahadda(adhd), angry and loud and short. For being only like 10 and being an adorable little lesbian dressing in sparkly pink dresses she actually likes screaming a lot and would totally sing heavy metal if her producers let her. Loud and mad but gets so soft around her girlfriend. “If anything happens to Brie I’m killing everyone in this room and then myself”.

Brie: French... Birds and stuff. Loves her girlfriend even though she is so loud. So fast. So much. Likes to write pretty things. Is only like an inch taller than Kat. Filled with so much love for everything.

Elliot: The girls manager. Lots of coffee. Stressed out of his MIND please help this man. Probably gay. Seems like a smug dick but he is just a tall and lanky dork that loves puppies and wants nothing more than for Kat and Brie to be happy. Accidentally brands them as sisters and then Kat kisses Brie and- oh fuck oh shit oh no what has he done. Hides the fan and non fan responses from them. Poor guy.

Horror Hosts:

Ichabod: Hot demon who’s the son of the current ruler of hell or something. I mean he’s hot, smart, and royalty, what more do you want. I very specifically hear the dub voice of Kyoya Ootori from OHHC as his voice don’t @ me. Goat legs????? Yeah??? Don’t be rude.

Barnabie: Ohhhhhhhhh big orc teddy bear I’m crying I love him????? He puts up a more confident ploy and the given stereotypical personality orcs supposedly have but he’s just a shy boy that wants to give girls flowers and call boys pretty. Help him.

Garrison: Gary Burger. Fat hairy gay man. I mean werewolf. Wouldn’t it be funny if I made the whole werewolf thing backwards and made him transform into a HUMAN only on the full moon??? Party animal, pun absolutely intended. LOUD AND FUNNY he’s a dork. Bites. Horny on main Garrison please you’re supposed pamper and flirt with the guests but not quite that much.

Vincenzo: Token Vampire but he’s Italian because I felt like it. Talk and lanky of course. Bitch face. Blood coffee? Yeah lots of coffee. Tired. Let him sleep in Ichabod. Steps on people. Can summon and reanimate corpses but has a bitter attitude towards them because they get annoyed with him as much as he gets annoyed with- everyone else. He does have a soft spot but idk where it is. When he’s talking to guests he’s more suave and sexy though.

Kai: Genderfluid haha get it because slime fluid-... I’ll stop. Probably objectively the hottest because they can look anyway they want and shift their vocals to sound like almost anything, also probably objectively the best in bed (if you’re okay with the texture of Jell-o) and honestly come on save some for the rest of us it’s not fair. This boy can SING oh my god seranade me and whisper in my ear baby. Spunky and sassy.

Hallvor: BABY OCTOPOD BOY OHHHHH I LOVE HIM HE’S SO SWEET AND IS AN ANGEL DARLING BOY SO EMBARRASSED SO SHY SOFTEST VOICE OHHH- ohhh nooo he’s got a knife ohhhhh Hallvor baby don’t be like that ohhhh... Used to work in hentai actually (I wonder why) but quit because of immoral practices and good for him we love that. Okay he’s not actually a yandere or whatever but he DEFINITELY wants to squeeze you a little too hard and has those crazy eyes.

Carla: Main character of this OHHC monster clone. She sucks I don’t like her because listen listen she kills monsters as a living and when she tries to kill our boys here, Ichabod catches her and goes “no” but then the rest (not knowing her murderous intent) fall in love with her and Ichabod is like: “shoot well I’ll keep you alive and around but I’m watching you” and blah blah romance and feelings and character development and wow she seems like she’s grown to care about them... So Ichabod removes a curse he put to prevent her from harming them or leaving... AND THEN SHE STABS THEM ALL IN THE BACK IM CRYING. I mean she might have an extra reason for needing to kill them but I haven’t decided if I want to actually put it in the story yet so.

Fingertips:

Maria/Marianna: Was this goth angry chick and the head of these losers but after a failed heist, fire, and being betrayed and dropped from a window on a 3rd or 4th story down into flames, and going to the hospital and changing her name, she changed totally and become a soft pretty girl... And then the next three boys went “HEY BOSS WE FOUND YOU” and she went “oh no” and now she’s just an anxious wreck like “no no no no no I don’t shoot people in the face anymore no no no no no” And has a fear of hands. Also was Diamontés best friend in primary school and yes all these characters went to the K-12 school all the other characters do/did. Pretty voice. The story is mostly about her being anxious around all the other characters because who was it that betrayed her and dropped her into the flames below? Find out next week on th-

Nikki: He’s that character that you see and immediately go “oh he’s gross and is angry and is a bitch” and you’re right he is and has a cockney accent and screams a lot and probably swings a knife around a lot, but he’s got a sweet interior (somewhere in there... somewhere) Screamo heavy metal. Him and the rest of these character briefly talked about having a band and then they didn’t and then at the end of the story they do and although he plays guitar mostly, if he does do lead vocals he screams a lot. Bitch.

Anthony: Pretty boy but like the “was in the army” pretty boy vibe. Probably played football in highschool. Pyromaniac. Punches Nikki a lot. Almost gives himbo vibes sometimes, almost. Kind of likes the old timey cozy aesthetic. Plays the piano sometimes but “oh I’m not very good at it” Plays extremely well

Diamonté: TALL. Purple goth boy aesthetic hellll yeahhhh. CRAZY EYES AND THEY SPEAK VOLUMES WATCH OUT. Drums. The scary kind of quiet because he just smiles at you. Crowbar. Okay but he’s actually really sweet though. Secretly loves watching Anthony and Nikki get into fights so that’s why he rarely puts a stop to it. I think he’s a sadist. Can be a gentle giant, but can also be a not so gentle giant. The only time he’s really talkative is after copious amounts of booze.

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: Literally a pimp and he’s pretty gross. Blonde hair and pink and white clothes.

Unnamed/Undesigned 2: Chick that likes to throw knives and be angry and threatens Marianna a lot but in a quiet and monotone way, Marianna is pretty scared and hopes that these are just shallow threats uhhhhh.

Unnamed/Undesigned 3: Sells guns (without a lisence of course) and wears a bandana over his face a lot. Tired. Grumpy.

Unnamed/Undesigned 4: Like Marianna, was cold hearted and cool but then got caught in the fire and got all soft. He only has one eyes but how sweet his eyepatch is a heart. Recoved along side Marianna and they are good friends good friends tha- wait Marianna are you going back with them oh god you can’t do that oh dear oh no oh-

(I don’t have a story or name for these two but they’re my comfort ship OC’s and my current hyper fixaction right now):

Rodriquéz: I literally designed him with almost all the traits I find attractive in a guy other than freckles so as you can imagine I find him super HOT. I also designed his personality on what I find attractive from a guy so as you can imagine I find him super GREAT. But anyways he’s grumpy and closed off and monotone and smug. I really could go on for hours about how I want him to step on me I’m so sorry guys. Both him and Samantha give the “21 and having immature fun” vibes. They’re a thing but they like going to bars together and splitting off and doing their own thing (or doing someone else’s thing if you get what I mean haHhahHhahGahGhaha-) But so help them if anyone doesn’t oblige by the “no” from one of these two, someone’s gonna get beat up.

Samantha: (She literally just my personality shhhhh don’t tell anyone it’s a secret) Bubbly, energetic, a little shy by extroverted, bombshell blonde or something? It took me way too much time and effort to design her but I’m really happy with how I finally designed her, I love her outfit. She could kick me in the face and I’d say thank you. Girly drinks at the bar. Got that trauma and anxiety™️ secretly though. Skips and jumps a lot. As I’m typing this I keep looking up at the drawing of her and more and more I would want her to also step on me.

(Space Story I don’t have a nice title for):

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: So... Funny story this story originally was with me and uh... My ex I guess... So I gotta replace the MC’s... Whoops ahaha... Awkward. But anyways the MC is a robot and a girl and is a slight tsundere or smthn.

Unamed/Undesigned 2: Has a space ship, works for this organization in space that protects the galaxy. Is cocky, lazy, sly, oblivious, and an idiot. The love interest- obviously. Probably accidentally committing space crimes. (Like space pirating hAHAHA-) Kind of cool when he wants to be.

Dandelion/Dandy: CAT. WITH A JET PACK. Kind of an asshole. Fun fact used to be Polli’s cat but then when the Second MC crash landed on earth she was like “fuck this noise I’m going with space boy laterz” (okay she can’t talk but she thought it).

Zizii: Lesbian alien? Yeah???? Okay but I mean her main character trait is being a dorky back alley doctor and engineer obsessed with the MC because they’re a sentient robot with emotions and a lazer arm and rocket boots WOW!!!!!!!!

Story I want to revive:

So I had a story I started writing a long time ago about this tech theatre kid that had a crush on this other theatre kid character, but in a play that other character has to kiss another person for the show, and as the story progresses the MC convinces themselves that it isn’t just a play and that their crush actually loves and is kissing that other kid. And in the play, that other character is supposed to die. Show night comes along and they die, but like actually, and by the hands of the MC (Idk maybe like a light falls on em or smthn). So it’s a grotesque scene the audience sees as just an act. (Mutters I dunno I think my idea’s cool...) So I’ve been wanting to design these characters and work more on the story but I’m busy being obsessed with Rodriquez and Samantha so. (And the Horror Host Club too I love them too still).

Other Characters that either don’t have a specific story or are kind of like background characters:

Jacqueiliquinne Merril: Sara Berry vibes from 35mm (go look up The Ballad of Sara Berry, maybe like an animatic idk the first one that comes up is nice) But otherwise rich, pretty, popular, bitch. Tries to like, steal Louise from his squad and it’s like bro that’s unnecessary who hurt you that’s so rude. She gives Nui from Kill La Kill Vibes too. Oh she knows her name is long and annoying but you have to say the whole thing.

Brianna: Jaqueiliquinne’s sister. Big titty goth gf??? She’s pretty popular too and kind of a bitch too but to a much lesser degree. Her and he sister throw hands a lot when no one is around, you know, “THEY GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGGG”.

The Louise Fan Club: 4 characters I haven’t named yet. One writes fanfiction of Louise and shares it with the others and with him sometimes and although he thinks it’s a bit weird he also finds it a tad endearing and supports her. One is an aspiring photographer and is constantly asking Louise to model for him. One is an artist and draws Louise all the time. And one is an aspiring musician who writes songs based of Louise’s relationships which again he finds a little weird but endearing and supports her.

The Jacquiliquinne Merril Fan Club: Genderbent-ish (I say ish because one of the characters is a little bit less defined gender wise) versions of the Louise Fan Club. Yes I’m lazy, and no they don’t get along with them, infact they hate each others club with a passion. 

Unnamed/Undesigned: I wanna make some hacker kid just because I wanna have one.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I also really wanna have a super cutesy magical girl and then a really super duper generic boring character probably like star vs the forces of evil idk I never watched that show but it looks cute.

Me: I exist in the universe fukc you I can do what I want it’s my story and I get to chose the who also if you wanna be in the mess of a universe go ahead draw yourself with my OC’s I allow and encourage and appreciate it. I literally made the Horror Host Club as a sort of Harem story and you are absolutely allowed to make out with them if you’re a monster fucker DO it GO ahead it’s canon.

and that is ALL I have FOR now Knowing me I’ll make like 12 more characters by July, and I mean I need more characters for the high school anyways so...

[monkey-network]

My Issues with Butch Hartman

Call this the sequel to my post on Mr. Enter. But honestly compared to Enter, Butch Hartman has made himself look far worse in so little time. Not only with how he uses his influence, but he basically showed his true colors not long after he left Nickelodeon. With Enter, the worst you can say about him is his opinions on media and his politics. With Hartman, there is a surprisingly lot more under his belt that made the hate towards him .

To preface this, while I’m gonna shit on this dude, I’m not shaming anyone who still likes his past content. With that said, bibbity Boppity boopity. Let’s look at the fucking scoopity.

The Telltale Oaxis

This really takes the cake as the scummiest thing Butch has done. Words and opinions can be one thing, but using your platform to basically trick some people out of their money for a project you abandoned for the most part grinds me gears a lot more. As bad as his marketing strategy was, at least Enter provided effort in his indiegogo project beforehand for god’s sake. Oaxis is one of the most pitiable crowdfunded projects I’ve seen.

It’s nearly two years since Butch got Oaxis funded and what have gotten beyond pure dead silence. Nearly two years and little to no significant updates for Oaxis’s Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, his Youtube, or the site’s official account. No wait, that last part’s kind of a lie. They had monthly updates on the official site up until September 2019. Could’ve posted this on their social medias but you take what you can get. 

The major takeaway from the updates, in all fairness, was that the kickstarter wasn’t enough and they still need to raise more funds for the service. The “capital-building” stage he calls it where he’s looking for more investors in addition to getting actual programs onto the service. That and Oaxis is a big vision for Butch and his wife in spite of not only giving up the monthly updates and basically secluding any mention of Oaxis from any place else. That’s basically it and I legit feel sorry for everyone that couldn’t get their refund back.

This isn’t HBO Max or Disney+ where you just expect them to have something together after their initial announcement because they’re already media conglomerates, this is an independent project. One that people, your fans included Butch, put over 200K thinking you would at least give people something. But beyond a “sizzle reel” that said nothing aside from Oaxis going to be a thing, you have presented jack after two years. I don’t expect the ins and outs of every business meeting with executives, but staying silent about everything except for monthly newsletters that offer very little encouraging progress and hasn’t updated since September of last year is not a good sign. And I’m especially hard on this topic, Butch, because this is the biggest point where it is seriously hard to trust you. It’s not criticizing your ego when after having too many cracks in your story, you really haven’t put your money where your mouth is.

I don’t wanna presume the guy’s given up on it, hoping everybody would forget it after a while, but he’s really put the effort in to make Oaxis feel like a afterthought. I’m not an expert in business, but even I can believe that after his non-apology for not being upfront with his initial intentions, that he’d try to provide updates on the project to not come off as the scam artist people have accused him as. Even with his Youtube channel that I’ll get to later, I don’t think it’s hard consistently posting about your so called vision if you have that much faith in its success. You’ve already gotten thousands of bucks initially with the crowdfund, people deserve more than your pitiful wishful platitudes and I unfortunately can’t believe you’ll have anything after a few years. It’s not that everyone forgot about it, but you mostly took the money and ran. If Butch pops up with something if he sees this somehow, I’ll eat that crow, but I sincerely doubt it after this long. Like at least post something on the Twitter, I get depressed just looking at it; that account is the textbook definition of famine.

The Childhood Reposter

I’ve brought up Butch’s youtube channel a couple times, and it’s when every time I look at it, it’s a little sad. When it comes to major creators, I typically think that after finishing their projects they’d move to newer things. People like Lauren Faust, Mike Judge, CH Greenblatt are all continuing to make new works under differing studios while new creators are getting the spotlight. Butch though? I mean, he has a new cartoon that I swear you’ve never heard about but other than that, the dude looks like he has little to say for himself nowadays beyond the 2 shows he’s famous for, Fairly Odd Parents and Danny Phantom. I would’ve added TUFF Puppy and Bunsen is a Beast but I can see that those two aren’t his major players seeing as how they’re rarely ever mentioned on the channel.

If it’s not some watchmojo level meme video, almost every other video is about either two of those shows in some varied fashion. I get that he “created your childhood” and made credulous bank from Nickelodeon, but it’s like Danny Phantom is all that stands between him and having an audience. That and drawing anime characters in his style which is... y’know, I’ll leave that to you. It’s like he retired and yet goes on about the good old days like a fluctuating ego. He’s still making a cartoon but to him that’s hardly a factor compared to his known successes.

Personally, I wouldn’t want to just be known as the guy who made two of your countless beloved cartoons. Not that that’s all he talks about, but it’s the insistence of his legacy that unfortunately gives me Bojack Horseman vibes. He no doubt has a good thing going but I believe that this isn’t gonna last. Just saying, dude has 850K subscribers and unless it’s a real hook like with the recent Danny Phantom/Jake Long death battle, he’s hardly getting a good fraction of views anymore. There’s only so many times you can milk Danny Phantom as your masterpiece before everyone moves on.

The Holy Boast

I wanna make this short because I’m not a huge talker of religion, but I stand to say that you should NOT, under any circumstance, believe BPD, PTSD, autism, fucking heart & kidney failure can be “cured” or “healed” through sermons of prayer. This here? This is genuinely something else.

https://www.healingjourneys.today/

For clarity, this was a gospel conference hosted by Butch and his wife and yes, they openly proclaim that BPD, austism, and heart disease can be cured through prayer of holy worship.

Now, I’m gonna give a full disclosure right here because this most certainly biases my point here, like I’m gonna own this. But my grandpa was a religious man that suffer from health problems. He notably prayed to carry on, yes, but at the same time he sought medical help. Even he told me that prayers wasn’t gonna keep the pacemaker going, he went to the doctors and actually did more than read the bible to improve himself. He unfortunately passed, but he was in his 70s and I honestly couldn’t believe, as hard as I try, that he was gonna live forever. My grandpa would’ve no doubt died far earlier if he followed this conference’s logic.

My point is that this is personally unsettling. I seriously cannot believe this is how autism and religion works and it blows my mind that him and his wife thought this conference was a suitable idea. I’m not bashing them as christians, but thinking mental disorders and bodily diseases can be done away with motivational seminars because that’s basically what they are is a legit slap to the face. And the seedling idea that they’ve done this before blows my mind.

The Financial Flaker

This is very recent and everything is generally explained in the 12 minute video but long story short: Butch hired an artist and never paid them for their work. The artist in question, Kuro, describes what happened between him and Butch in this video and provides receipts. Can’t really add anything to this myself beyond this just builds to the idea that Butch cannot be trusted as a professional business maker. I believe he still has people working for him but from this video, it tells me that Hartman will gladly use those lower than him in favorable pursuits and will gladly throw ignorance when he wants to because his cartoon veteran status presents that shield from thinking he can do no wrong, which can mean throttling his hires.  Let’s end this.

The Conclusion

When I get down to it, Butch is almost a Machiavellian character in a way. It’s amazing how much the trust people have had with Hartman have evaporated in less than a couple years. It’s amazing how much his ego has truly shown after he stopped being a namestay in Nickelodeon. Haven’t even mentioned the times he arrogantly deflected criticism because he was a namestay at Nick and how a couple who’ve worked with are well aware of his ego. I can’t help but believe that even after everything, he claims ignorance to his fall from grace and keeps going. Even when more and more are knowing his true self, he’s mostly just doing what he’s been doing for the past few years.

It’s respectable in a way, but shows that the world will move on without him. Again, if you like Danny Phantom and Fairly OddParents, I won’t judge you for it nor say you should be ashamed. This isn’t about cancelling Butch, or get him to stop spreading whatever wacky things he believes in. It’s my personal take of how this man whom I once respected because of what he made before has lost every bit of that from me. It really feels like he grew up with that “I Created Your Childhood” mentality being a 4 time showrunner for almost a couple decades. And when he finally left Nickelodeon, I guess the chance to be that stand out self-made success got to his head and he finally showed his true colors. I now find it hard to believe Butch cares about the little guy that were his fans as much as he rides off his success and others who tolerate him. As such, like JK Rowling, more are seeing this side of him and leaving him behind. Meanwhile Butch is gonna chug on until he just loses steam. It’s kinda like Icarus where the guy will make every effort to fly to the sun. But sooner or later, he’s gonna fall, and in the end I doubt anyone’s gonna care to see it. I know he won’t.

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Yo Yo Yo What Is Up My Dude Bros I'm Going To Show You My Boi: Leif Kāng

Hi! My OC is from my own original story so no fandoms or shipping.

Name:Leif Kāng

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Birthday: May 7th ‘00

Species: Abnormal (To my world’s standards.)

Powers: He’s a human that can hypnotize others and see through the fog that separates human and magical being vision. When he hypnotizes others his eyes turn grey. Leif also has his father’s memories. 

How he uses it: He locks eyes with the person who is/wants to get hypnotized, chants what’s going to happen, then they do as he says.

Mental Illnesses: Autism (mild), and anxiety

Appearance: Leif’s a Chinese American with ink black hair, bangs, and it also covers his ears. He also has dark brown eyes and wears black glasses. He wears a grey shirt, black pants, sandals, a yellow hoodie, and a grey beanie.

Backstory: Leif grew up in Mercer County New Jersey with an average family. His mom and dad divorced and he stayed with his dad at the age of 4. For the first 11 years anyway. He never really liked to socialize with others and when others would try to talk to him he’d shun them away. When he turned 11 his father took him to the bathroom and passed his power onto Leif. His father’s last words to him were “Leif…pass this power down to your child. Don’t tell your spouse, and once they find out I hope you know all about divorcing. You’ll see my memories, but I’m going to die…very, very soon so…you’re aloud to judge me just…” he never got to finish so he was stressed out for the next few years. He didn’t want to move back with his mom because his father told him that she’d kill him when he was younger. Then he started seeing though the fog and the creatures that hid within it helped him with his new hypnosis power. When he was 14 he mastered his powers and moved into an abandoned house in Heightstown. He never had to pay for it though since he hypnotized the landlord. However, he doesn’t use it all the time, no. He made an underground business of hypnosis and makes 300$, maybe more, everyday! He still went to school, Leif likes his education. 

Personality: Leif’s very intelligent and likes to learn. His favorite color is pink, he just doesn’t want any attention so he wears a lot of black and grey. He can get really stressed by the littlest thing. Leif needs everything organized or else he’ll flip out. Whenever he feels comfortable with someone he always tries to find out everything about them. The abnormal knows the names and addresses of everyone around him. A bit of a sweet of tooth, sometimes reckless, and has a dank sense of humor. (I know what I spelled)

Friendships: He only has a handful of friends he can trust. Sasha and Mitch Blitz (The two cousins, witch and wizard) Naomi (Water Nymph) Astral (A star projection) and Dmitri (Love spirit) He met them when he found out that they’re magical and kind of tagged along with them on their little adventures.

Quote: “DMITRI, PUT THAT JAR BACK RIGHT NOW BEFORE I MAKE YOU PUT YOURSELF IN THE OVEN!”

The fact that an abandoned house has a landlord is a little confusing. Since abandoned houses usually are owned by a bank, or are just fallen apart. Also the fact he makes 300 a day is odd since I’m not sure how he’d be able to advertise his hypnosis or how people would know if he was actually doing it since there’d still be people who doubted it too

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Austism Doesn’t Care About Good Intentions

When mediator Lucy Moore saw pony-tail man’s BMW idling longer than she felt was appropriate, she indulged in “revenge” fantasies of sticking a potato in the exhaust. Fortunately, unenvironmental car idling has yet to be made a killable offense, so there was no option of calling the cops on the miscreant.

Not that Lucy would have done so. It was just a fantasy. Enough of a fantasy that she felt the need to write about it and tell people of her secret desire to do harm. But she says should would never actually do harm. I have no reason to dispute her.

When the “victim” of the person doing something you feel is wrong is a child, however, there is not only a basis to invoke the wrath of government, but a moral imperative. At least, that’s the justification proffered by the well-intended.

We headed back to the car. My husband walked ahead with my son while my mom and I high-fived at what a great day it had been. It was the first time we had left a park without him fighting us, and she was marveling over that. We looked up and noticed two police officers striding toward us. I assumed they would keep walking past us, but one of the officers stopped and removed his sunglasses.

“Can we talk to you a second,” he asked, “about your son?”

My husband called out over his shoulder, “He’s autistic,” and kept walking my son to the car.

What about her son evoked a need to call the cops? His hair was a mess. His pants were too small. He was enjoying a day in the part with his family anyway. He wasn’t doing the unthinkable, playing without a parent hovering within arm’s reach. But there were knots in his hair. To whoever cared passionately enough about children to feel compelled to call 911 on them, this gave rise to sufficient concern of parental neglect.

The officer’s face burned with embarrassment. I assumed he was getting ready to inform me that rock-throwing wasn’t allowed, but he said, “We got a call about your son. The people who called were worried that because of his hair, and because of his pants, that you weren’t taking good care of him.”

Now my faced burned with anger and my stomach was sick with shock.

The cops were cool about it. This time. And the child’s parents were prepared enough not to be flustered, but rather to announce that their son was autistic. The 911 caller could have saved the potato.

There is no compliment more damning these days than to call someone “well-intended.” It’s the excuse of the woke to impose their feelings on others. When it results in a confrontation with police, however, the potential for catastrophe arises. If the boy’s parents responded with gestures that appeared threatening to the cops, and they reacted poorly, there would be no parental neglect question. There might be no parents. Wouldn’t that be special?

Protecting children with autism from the police presents serious problems, some of which have been chronicled here. There aren’t always pleasing solutions, but the primary concern is to keep them alive until the cops grasp the problem. Indeed, programs that are flawed, unduly intrusive, stigmatizing and completely unacceptable under other circumstances, serve this purpose.

Whether it’s good enough to save a life is unclear, but it beats the hell out of losing an autistic child.

But what more needs to be done to protect a child from the watchers, the scolds, the sniffling busy-bodies who are so certain of their own righteousness that they will call the cops when they see someone doing something they feel is wrong? Should parents of autistic kids buy clothing that says “I’m autistic. Leave me alone!” Not to belabor the point, but children on the autism spectrum aren’t all non-verbal incompetents; and that still doesn’t mean they won’t freeze up when given commands by cops. They may need some extra processing time, but those few seconds can cost them their life.

And all for the sake of some smug scold indulging the belief that they’re entitled to not merely have a world that meets their most sensitive vision of propriety, but entitled to act upon it to the detriment of others.

But what’s wrong with being concerned for the welfare of a child? An archaic notion comes to mind: Mind your own business. Is it that hard to distinguish between serious concerns, like seeing a parent beat a child or burn one with a cigarette, from wearing pants you feel don’t fit well? Well, yes. And the reason is that we’ve not only created a narrative of entitlement, indulgence, where every twinge of feeling is a justification to demand action.

The other piece is the narrative of complicity. It’s not enough to not engage in parental neglect yourself, but to not be complicit in the neglect of another by not doing something about it. This is the same “complicit” used to demand White Knights to come to the aid of a damsel in distress, as no good man can stand by when a woman screams “sexist”!!!

Yet, there comes a difference when it’s not about signalling virtue, but about the life of a child. It’s not the same to play the fool on twitter as to call 911 and ask cops to enforce your vision of proper child rearing.

You don’t know what goes on with other people. You don’t know their reasons, their circumstances, their problems or their solutions. You may feel confident that whatever nonsense you project onto other people’s lives is right, because all your friends agree with you and support your narrative, but you don’t have a clue no matter what they tell you. You don’t know.

It’s bad enough that this has become the narcissistic indulgence when it comes to revenge fantasies for ponytail guys who let their cars idle too long, but when your self-indulgence goes so far as to make you feel that calling the cops on other people, on the parents of a little boy whose hair isn’t as neatly combed as you would desire, then you’ve become the danger. If harm befalls the child, it’s not because parental neglect, but because of good intentions.

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