#strange worlds

[flintoaster]

Is this a good time to remind everyone that Turning Red is an EQUALLY GAY or more gay movie than Luca but is less popular probably because they're girls 🥲 also was it in purpose that they aren't showing Strange Worlds in theaters...? Homophobia-? (gets shot)

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[gyllenhaal-j]

This was special

Credit to David Fisher for the last photo

[gameraboy2]

Strange Worlds #5 (1951), cover by Wally Wood

[balu8]

Strange Worlds #9: Ransom-- One Million Decimars

by Everett Raymond Kinstler

Avon

[ryanmoody]

Content Warnings for Modern Disney Films from Disney HATES its past! by Call me Chato,

[darkheliotrope]

The Laboratory V2...

[chucktaylorupset]

I want disneys new actually first gay character movie not to flop as much as the next person but you gotta not just talk about how hes actually gay you gotta say whether the movie is actually good

[msclaritea]

I don't know. A series, coincidentally about a man with Multiple Personality Disorder, right in the middle of a man who suffers the same, fighting for his life. Moon Knight has got to be the cringiest, most tone deaf creation I've ever seen. Almost as bad as: Bad Batch, Strange Worlds, The Benedict Society, Bridgerton, Prodigal Son and I'm sure there are more.

[ghostlyfanparadise]

[datsavageavenger]

I don’t usually post these type of things but

I’m disappointed in all of y’all

And you might be wondering why I’m mad it’s because first of all none of you sons of bitches is giving Strange Worlds the love it deserves. Like you gave Encanto all of the lovin but none for Strange Worlds which in my opinion is better than Encanto in so many ways. Like look at this:

Look at this there is only 15 fics for Strange worlds while Encanto has fucking 11,958 fics

This is fucking stupid

Strange Worlds has a better effect on me than Encanto

[sublimenol]

I'm watching Strange Worlds. This movie was buried, but honestly, it's just another daddy issues movie but with added modern Disney "generational trauma" aspects. It does have the aesthetics of socially progressive solarpunk pulp fiction, but it's thematically tedious.

The animation is excellent, but it's victim to Disney's CGI in that it has very little stylistic identity compared to Raya, Encanto, Turning Red or Onward. Compared to Spiderverse or the new Puss in Boots, it feels technically competent but ultimately bland.

This is the film equivalent of plain oatmeal. I'm sure the concept artbook is going to be great. There's a lot of decent design, but done with such safely milquetoast Disney Brand style.

Also, the representation is pretty damn light and likely very easy to edit if they really needed to get that cash. I genuinely think the movie was destined to be slaughtered at the box office. This was not a Holiday tent pole release caliber movie.

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[darkheliotrope]

The First World:

The distant planet hung like a bruised jewel in the cosmic tapestry - a place forgotten by the gods, forsaken by light. Its shoreline was a threshold to madness, where the sea clawed at the rocky shore with relentless fury. Here, the veil between worlds was thin, and the whispers of ancient horrors echoed through the salt-laden winds.

The Sea:

The sea was no mere expanse of water; it was a living entity - a tempest of wrath and hunger. Its waves rose like skeletal hands, gnashing at the jagged rocks. Each crest bore the weight of eons, carrying with it the memories of civilizations long extinct. The foam churned with malevolence, and within its depths lay the remnants of forgotten gods - petrified and calcified, their forms twisted into grotesque sculptures.

The Shore:

The rocky shore was a graveyard of cosmic aberrations. Alien fossils jutted from the earth like broken spines, vertebrae of beings that defied reason. Their eye sockets stared into infinity, hollow and accusing. The bones were not ivory white but obsidian black, etched with glyphs that whispered forbidden truths. To tread upon this shore was to invite madness - a descent into the abyssal unknown.

The Sunset:

As the sun dipped below the horizon, it bled crimson across the sky - a wound that refused to heal. Its dying light cast elongated shadows, stretching the alien fossils into grotesque caricatures. The sea, now aflame, devoured the sun’s remnants - a feast for the insatiable hunger that dwelled within its depths. The air tasted of rust and decay, and the very rocks seemed to writhe.

The Celestial Dance:

Above, the stormy sky was a theatre of cosmic chaos. Meteorites streaked across the firmament, their fiery trails illuminating the darkness. Comets, harbingers of doom, blazed with malefic intent. Distant planets loomed like ancient sentinels; their surfaces scarred by aeons of cosmic warfare. And the constellations—twisted and unfamiliar - seemed to rearrange themselves, spelling out cryptic prophecies.

The Pinnacle Rocks:

The pinnacle rock formations defied gravity. They rose like jagged spires, their tips lost in the roiling clouds. Each pinnacle bore a name whispered by the wind: The Needle of Despair, The Fangs of the Void, The Serrated Crown. These were no natural formations; they were the remnants of forgotten deities, petrified in their final moments of wrath. To touch them was to glimpse eternity - a maddening kaleidoscope of suffering.

And so, as the last vestiges of light surrendered to the abyss, I stood on that accursed shore. The sea howled, the fossils wept, and the sky pulsed with eldritch energies. The veil quivered, and I wondered: What secrets lay beyond? What horrors awaited those who dared to step into the void?

And as the first star blinked into existence, I stepped forward, my footsteps swallowed by the hungry earth. The shoreline embraced me - a lover’s grip - and I descended into the nightmare, my sanity unravelling like the fabric of reality itself.

But I had come seeking answers - to unravel the mysteries of this forsaken planet.

Electra sent me here, where is she going to send me to next - and what horrors will I behold?