#the real reason he can't get a job in hollywood

[justshahrukhkhan]

Came across the clip of these two at an award show...Shahrukh is talking and the whole time Angelina is looking at him like she is about to swallow him whole.

Can't blame her, the man is a snack. And I bet he is delicious...

[lol-jackles]

It was listed on multiple sites during the release of S3 of The Boys, that Jensen took home $800,000 for the entire show. Since most tend to believe those sites more than tumblr gossip bloggers, I'm guessing that is why people are doubting you. The other interesting fact is when you state that Jared made $300K for Walker? Aside from your cute little blog, no one in the actual industry is reporting that. It may be true, but I doubt you have any real knowledge, as Jared doesn't call you personally to review his contracts. Then again, maybe he does.

Where are these "multiple sites" you speak of? Why is it every time Anons claim there are many sources saying this and saying that about Jensen, they never pony up the sources? I've been asking for sources from y'all for years! And if their source comes from a single website called celebrity networth, it's useless because they use "proprietary algorithm" for estimating networth and salaries and have exactly zero accountability for providing accurate numbers and often inflate the numbers as click baits. Actors have debunked the site's inflated claims on their own accounts.

"The other interesting fact is when you state that Jared made $300K for Walker?"

Did you ever wonder why the Successions actors were able to negotiate pay raise from under $100,000 per episode to $300,000 per episode by the 3rd season even though the show was only getting about 550K people watching its Sunday nights episode?

"It may be true, but I doubt you have any real knowledge,"

Just read my posts in the "salary" tag going back to 2017. Boy did I piss people off! Until the 2023 SAG-AFTRA strike happened when actors showed off their pitiful residuals and revealed their low streaming salary and reiterate that actors with regular job on broadcast network shows still get high salaries under the old systems. All this confirmed what I've been saying on my cute little blog for 6 years leading up 2023. You, little Anon, is just the upteenth pre-2023 Anons in my Askbox frothing in the mouth that I ruined their fantasies that their favorite actors were not being paid the worth they think they should be paid.

How this industry conduct business hasn't changed for the past 25 years when I was in the thick of it (What I did in Hollywood and why I left ) It's actually gotten worse for actors except for those in broadcast network shows. Until 2024, then those same actors had to agree to pay cap or pay cuts during the contraction era.

"Jared doesn't call you personally to review his contracts. Then again, maybe he does."

He doesn't. I just know how business affairs departments works and what actors' quotes are when they are of the same tier as Jared and Jensen. It's why we had a good laugh over the 2018 quote ban.

One of the reasons why I started my cute little Tumblr blog in 2016 was because my twitter account got deactivated in 2015 (X). for talking too much about BTS stuff. Clearly I didn't learn my lesson about not tagging shit and got my account deactivate again in 2021 (X). A few readers think I'm Kamran Pasha, who wrote for a few CW shows and also seen his twitter get deactivated for dishing too much BTS stuff.

Nobody cares about Tumblr because it can't be monetized and it doesn't have real influence (which is why Misha Collins let his tumblr blog rot), therefore blogs rarely get deactivated. It's why I'm here.

[transman-badass]

A Meeting at the Sow's Ear - a Cthulhu Mythos Short Story

"Evening to you, too, Mr. O'Tipp," I said and I felt the tightness of my words on my tongue.  Nathan O'Tipp smiled wider. He looks like a fine man until he smiles. Looks like he should be wandering a Hollywood studio, him with his perfect fair skin and his nice suits. But when he smiles, it stretches too wide, and his eyes have got a shine to them that I've never seen anyone else have. Even when the darkness hides everything else, I see his eyes, almost the same shade as my own. No, there's not a drop of human or humanity in him. I hope he doesn't know I know. "Come out of the dark, Harbinger," he said. "Let me get a better look at you. You are such a treasure to me, I can't let anyone else break you."

Part of the Pharaoh Syndicate Investigations series - a reupload with some edits

CW: blood, discussions of homicide, Prohibition and all that implies, body horror, mild trans/homophobia early on,

Arkham, 1931

Overhead the stars walked the sky like restless strangers, and the fat moon lounged back and watched us all. But it’d missed the fun. Before sunset, I shot two people for the contents of a dirty old bag. Now I walked with that bag down the street to Dad's house. No idea who's Dad he is. He may give me an allowance, but he sure ain't no family of mine.

From five houses down I heard it, one of the favored songbirds singing like it was still 1926. Closer I got, the reason why I heard her became obvious - they’d opened half the windows on the Sow’s Ear. No point hiding it from the coppers anymore. The boss owned them too.

Part of the ‘contract’ with my old boss and the new one took my name. Like the new boss said, I didn't need it anymore. I liked that name. I chose that name. I still use it with one single person. But for everyone else, I'm the Harbinger. And that means I’m whoever the boss wants me to be.

He don't know about this, so don't let me catch you calling me shit like Gumshoe or Dick Dickless. I get enough of that bull from my coworkers. If you wanna call me anything, call me by my real name.

My name was Lazarus, once. I'm 23 years old, pretty sure. I was born a woman. Not long ago, I was an investigator at Keller and Queens Detective Agency. Now I serve a monster pretending to be human. I don't think he knows I know that. I hope he doesn’t know I know that.

There are two speakeasies in town, and until I got my new job, I'd never been to either of them. I was a good citizen once upon a time. One of the speakeasies is run by a cult. The other is a cult. I'll let you guess which one I go to. Only real difference is who's at the center of it anyway.

The Sow's Ear is the center of the boss's operations in a part of Arkham nice people like to forget about. Pretty sure he lives above it. So what? Times are hard. Not a bad place to live anyway. Cute little spot, two stories, looks like all the others in town. Customers come in through the back, employees in the front. Somebody put a sign up for the Women's Christian Temperance Movement by the front door years ago. Boss must've thought it was funny. Now it's as worn and dirty as everything else in the city.

Adds to the charm, I guess.

I got one solid knock in on the door before it cracked open, and two glaring eyes met my own.

"What's the password?" The man spat out.

This was the dumbest part of the whole thing. He knew who I was, and I knew who he was. But old Lyman didn't like me much, and he took every opportunity to try and screw me over.

With a huff, I let the words out.

"Kynyarle keh-urak ghottu."

No, I don't know what that means either.

Lyman stared at me. He pulled away from the door.

"Tell Mr. O'Tipp his dyke is back," he said to someone on the other side.

The door swung open. I caught a glimpse of Lyman's back vanishing into the bar. I ground my teeth. Some men take it real personal, when you don't stick between the lines. I told myself again, I'll get him back for all the shit he'd put me through.

But the bag.

I closed the door behind me, adjusted my sweaty grip on my cargo. The stairs sat right in front of the door. Up I went into the maw.

Always felt like the steps were gonna collapse under me, with how they creaked and groaned underfoot. I go up and down them least once a week, mostly more, but the old wood hated me like everybody else. Not a single fucking picture hung on the wall to distract me, either.

What I really hate? The fact it's on purpose. The fact the bastard didn't need any message sent saying I was here. The fact he had my footsteps memorized the very first day we met.

I won't let him get to me, I said to myself, I lied to myself.

At the top of the stairs he has a velvet curtain hiding his little home away from home. Expensive, purple, golden gild and soft under my tired hand. I lifted it aside and walked into the shadows waiting for me. Heard the music nice and loud now, a voice deep and sweet blessing my ears. Not from the hallway in front of me, that led to his office. It came from the right. From the balcony that overlooked the speakeasy below. 

Two golden cats in the antique Egyptian style stood by on either side of the entry. Framing the view, more purple curtains, held back by golden chains. Between them, looking out over the dancing, thriving crowd… him.

As I watched him, me in the shadows and him in the light, he looked over his shoulder at me, and smiled.

"My personal investigator returns," he said. He folded his arms behind his back, took a step forward as he turned all the way to face me. "Once again you've cheated death, haven't you?"

I set my jaw, didn't look down where his eyes settled on my body. Didn't have time to wash out the blood before I headed here. Didn't want to tell him how much of that blood was mine.

"Evening to you, too, Mr. O'Tipp," I said and I felt the tightness of my words on my tongue. 

Nathan O'Tipp smiled wider. He looks like a fine man until he smiles. Looks like he should be wandering a Hollywood studio, him with his perfect fair skin and his nice suits. But when he smiles, it stretches too wide, and his eyes have got a shine to them that I've never seen anyone else have. Even when the darkness hides everything else, I see his eyes, almost the same shade as my own. No, there's not a drop of human or humanity in him. I hope he doesn't know I know.

"Come out of the dark, Harbinger," he said. "Let me get a better look at you. You are such a treasure to me, I can't let anyone else break you."

I ground my teeth, but didn't hesitate. Oh, I knew from experience what happened if you hesitated. Over the music I heard my shoes click on the tile. I walked to him and watched his smile grow even wider.

"That's my boy," he said. His hand gestured to the view beyond his balcony. "What a lovely night, isn't it? Beautiful summer, with all her life and bounty, rejoicing in her brilliance as she has for centuries."

Over the railing, there lay a different world. A little softer, a little dimmer, the glitz and gems a touch tarnished, but still beautiful like the dresses on the ladies. People dancing and gambling and kissing and drinking, like the world wasn't dying slow beyond these walls. 

God, the people, it caught me dead even in that moment. More shades of skin filled the room than I had ever seen before coming to this city. I thought I was more sophisticated than people wanted to believe, when I left that miserable place. Thought I'd impress people with how much I knew even if I was from Alabama. But nothing like this existed back there. The police would rather burn the whole place down with everyone inside than let white and black blend together. I guess I thought the whole country was like that, whether I liked it or not.

But Arkham was different. Arkham was… better. It sure taught me a lot of lessons. Biggest one is, I don't know as much as I think.

"It is lovely, sir," I said. At the sound of the last word, my grip tightened on the bag.

In the light his eyes did not quite shine but something dark and cruel glowed through his expression.

"I do love how you call me that," he said. He said, like I had any choice but to do so. "It's so much better than your previous defiance."

He must have seen how I fought the rage down, how my fists shook and trembled the bag. He must have, I saw it in the dark twist of his smile.

I wasn't just a detective back at the old agency. I was in charge of the entire investigation into O'Tipp and his tricks. I hunted him, and he hunted me. So many nights I spent on him, staking out his territory, talking to witnesses, finding the clues that could unlock whatever terrible dirty secrets he held.

And I lost. I didn't even know it was a game, that I was never a threat to him, that he was enjoying the hunt. I lost and he won, he won me and my sister, too. Now I'm gonna be working for this bastard for the rest of my life.

And I know, he's going to enjoy every second of it.

Mr. O'Tipp gestured with a finger, guiding me away from the view below. I watched the muscles of his face tighten with hunger or anticipation as he looked at the bag in my hand.

"How much did it cost?" He stepped into the shadows, his long fingers tracing the dangling chains on the wall.

I looked away from him. O'Tipp didn't mean cash.

"Two." I mumbled the word. 

"Oh?" He glanced back at me. 

Details. He wanted details. I forced myself to inhale. 

"The first bled out, I think." I couldn't have saved the poor bastard even if I knew how. "Took a bullet to the chest." Took my bullet to the chest. "The other was guarding… It." Nausea curled inside my stomach. It. The thing in the bag. "I shot him in the back of the head. Like you told me to."

"Good boy," O'Tipp said, and the light cast a shadow on his face, like the skin were paper and the flesh were a mask. "Did you look into the bag?"

I closed my eyes. I couldn't force the memory down. How my fingers curled around the box-like shape within the burlap, only for my flesh to sink into something cold and beating like a pulse beneath them.

"No, sir," I said

"But you're sure it's the right thing?" 

I did not open my eyes. I could not handle the thought of seeing the smile I heard. I could not help but think that if I opened my eyes, the face looking at me would not be human anymore.

 "Very much so, sir."

"My dear Harbinger," O'Tipp said, "Where is your curiosity? Wouldn't you like to see what you've brought me?"

Now I opened my eyes, and they opened wider than I wanted them to.

"Definitely not, sir."

He stood in front of the door to his office, smiling at me. I looked at his eyes to fight the thought of too many teeth.

"A pity," O'Tipp said. "It would have been better for you if you'd been willing to… expand your knowledge of the world."

My stomach sank with understanding.

"But!" He beamed at me, like a father gazing proud at his offspring. "That makes it more fun for me. Come on then."

He opened the door. Numb, I followed.

A strange little otherworld, Nathan O'Tipp's office is. A little antique and ancient, a lot of books and papers. Globes on the shelves of bookcases stacked to the ceiling. Star charts papering the exposed walls. Nonsense maps full of nonsense places. The world beyond the window, hidden by the same curtains he used everywhere else, golden tacks pinning down the fabric so not a drop of sunlight could fall inside. Furniture in all types of wood, light, dark, painted, lacquered, raw. 

His empty desk waited for us.

I don't even remember when he took the bag from me. He rested it on the desk, and the fabric sunk way, way down. The same boxy shape, thick as my wrist, and yet the fabric darkened around the edges of it, wet.

O'Tipp breathed in, and exhaled a light chuckle.

He raised a hand, looked at me. With care, he removed the glove from each finger, one at a time, and let it drop to the floor. 

"Don't look away," he whispered, and I knew that was an order.

His hand rested on the flat surface of the bag, and sank down. The fabric and the thing beneath it shivered like disturbed water. 

My throat locked up. I did not look away.

"Yes," O'Tipp said, eyes locked on the bag. "You’re the real thing, aren't you?" He nodded his head, looked up at me, and I saw it exposed bare to me, the disconnect between what I knew of reality, and what he knew of it.

"Don't," I mumbled.

"I've been waiting years to find this," he said. "And it came into my grasp so easily. I did not even need to negotiate with their god to do it." O'Tipp leaned over the desk towards me. "Dagon will be furious to know I have this. This sick creation, somewhere between science and witchcraft - the creation of a mind as brilliant as our own beloved Keziah Mason!"

"Please let me leave," I thought, I mumbled.

"You are a miracle worker, you know that, boy? You are, undoubtedly, my favorite curse upon this tiny planet. And this book?"

His wet fingers gripped the cord on the bag. With one pull, the bag opened, releasing a smell I've never forgotten. 

"It’s mine now. Mine just as much as you and she are."

Without ceremony or care, O'Tipp snatched the bottom of the bag and upended it. Something green, or something black, something both and neither and iridescent tumbled down. It hit the wood with a crack like a breaking bone, the sick smack of flesh falling from a height it could not survive.

It gurgled like a drowning animal. Water, dark and grimy, bubbled from the open hole of the spine.

And the smell. That goddamn smell. Like the sea became as stagnant as still water. The copper rot of an untreated open wound. Seaweed and fish left dead in the sun and storm.

And my voice shook as I spoke, as I recognized the thing by its shape.

"A book?" I said. "That's it? It's a book?"

O'Tipp pulled his other glove off with his teeth and I could have imagined it but before he tossed it aside, I saw holes in the fabric. Barehanded, he ran his fingers over the cover, and it rippled under his touch.

"A grimoire," he said, stroking the dark, slick surface. "Written by a stranger in a land far more obscure than any on the surface." His smile, his smile, there was nothing I knew of sanity in that smile. He looked to me and his mouth stretched wider.

"Have you ever been to Innsmouth?" He said, and did not wait, because he already knew the answer. "Quaint town with too many secrets. It's up north from here. The whole place was claimed by a cult worshiping a god that lives in the sea, so they say, until the federal agents burned it all down. So they all say. So all you need to know right now.” He tilted his head, the smile staying still. “Look at you, you're so pale. Have you never seen a book before?"

I said nothing. He seemed to like that.

"If you care to believe me," he said, "this-" his fingers tapped the surface of the book, sending waves through the flesh. "Was made from the body of one of those cultists.” He chuckled at me. “Oh, please don't faint, you still have to walk home. Don't be upset." His voice lowered. "This isn't made from a human."

I shouldn't have said it, but I couldn't look away from it. From him.

"Then what is it made of?"

"A Deep One. Skin, cartilage, preserved flesh - no scales, did you notice?"

I shook my head. His expression dripped with sarcastic, amused pity.

"Don't worry, I'll spare you the bookbinding lesson. It's a gruesome thing, so I've heard. But I'll show you one more thing."

Please don't, I thought.

"It still drips with sea water, did you notice?" His hand traced over the lock. A flick of the fingers and without a key, it opened. "But look inside…"

I didn't want to. I did.

The pages, bone white, dark letters of a language I'd never seen before. Bone white pages. Bone dry pages.

"Fascinating, isn't it? What horrors lie in this book, do you think, in that language I have yet to teach you?”

O'Tipp slammed the book shut. I stumbled back, and he laughed.

"Go home, my precious detective," he said. "You've done a wonderful job today. No need to come in for a while. Keziah and I are going to be very busy with my new prize. Enjoy a break - I’ll find you when I need you.”

Despite the way my veins pounded, so loud in my ears I barely heard anything else, I answered him.

"I know, sir."

His gaze hungered. 

"Good boy."

I did not head home quickly. In fact, I did not leave the building quickly. No, I'll tell you the truth: I did not even go down the stairs for a good long while. I stepped from the office, the air chilling on my colorless face, and swayed. My body hit the wall. Somehow I did not fall despite the tremble in my legs, the sickness in my gut.

My eyes closed. I welcomed the dark, my mind not again showing me the hideous thing, the hideous, handsome man I served. The black swallowed me and I breathed in the air, ghosts of tobacco and perfume and alcohol wafting up from the floor below.

Again I thought of myself less than four months before, my bright eyes in the mirror, my determination throbbing within my soul. Again I thought of myself back then, and I thought, what nightmare was I hunting?

The office door opened.

“Oh! You’re still here!” O’Tipp said. “I was afraid I’d have to track you down.”

I did not want to do it. I opened my eyes and shifted towards him. His beaming smile, so paternal, churned my stomach anew.

“I almost forgot,” he said, stepping towards me. “Your allowance.”

His gloveless hand gripped my wrist, his other shoved something into my palm. Damp hands, hands far too warm for this night, far too warm for what he’d been handling.

“You’ve done excellent work today, my boy.” O’Tipp patted my cheek. “I’m proud of you.”

I shouldn’t have said anything. I didn’t have a choice but to speak.

“Thank you sir,” I whispered.

As his eyes narrowed and his smile darkened, I almost thought - I don’t know what I thought. But he said nothing more. He stepped away, his hand lingering on my skin, and that was the last thing I truly knew before his office door slammed shut.

I could have left then, when my legs recovered their strength. I could have fled, and run down the street, and never looked back. And yet within my disjointed soul, I understood something almost instinctive - I should not be alone right now, not after that.

My feet carried me to the balcony. I sat on the floor, and watched the people below.

To be part of society and yet apart from it. Yes, I knew that very well, as my cruel grandparents taught me, as I knew now as a different kind of man. A separation from humanity, a barrier put between me and anyone that could have, in another life, loved me. Yes, I understood that. Perhaps it helped me understand them.

How happy they all were, down there. How sweet the woman, a different one now, sang her songs of love and loss. How the people moved between tables, greeting friends. How they clinked their fancy drinks in fancier glasses together. 

A sample of humanity, together. All those colors of clothes and hair and skin, together. Like the world beyond did not exist, like there was not an even bigger nightmare lurking at the edges of the horrors we all pretended not to think about.

A Deep One. A living thing that was not human. Something below the surface of the ocean waves. A god. A cult - another damned cult, of course there would be. Could I not escape them? A small amount of distance allowed me to think of it more. So long as I did not picture the book, I could wonder about it. What was a Deep One? What kind of a life did a thing like that have? Did it have a family? Did it have friends? Did it feel love, as humans did?

Was it still alive, even as a book?

In my soul, I ached. Not for the dead, but for me, taken from my home just as the book was.

My gaze drifted, my thoughts eased to a crawl. Down there, down on the floor, I saw him. I did not truly understand what I saw, but I did, I saw him, and he saw me. I let myself blink, focus, in time to see his lips curl into a smile. Dark skin, red clothes, sharp eyes.

He knew me. I knew him. No one else might understand. No one else could understand, I think, that little jolt of electricity that surged within me. That little taste of… hope, perhaps. He knew me, he knew of me, I knew him, knew of him. That brilliant man with his glittering grin. We were both born women. We were both skilled in our fields despite our ages. We were both connected to this nightmare in ways others could not understand. 

I tilted my hat to him. He raised his glass to me.

As he disappeared into the crowd, I left.

The city struggled through the night, and the old blood had wrecked my vest. I buttoned up my jacket over it. I’d survived another mission, somehow, by that monster I am bound to serve. There’s a lot of ways to die in this town, and not all of them involve a bullet.

I was so tired of thinking about that. That money he gave me rested heavy in my pocket.

Little detour and then, to home I went. To the Witch House, where I’d lived since arriving in Arkham. O’Tipp bought it too, along with me. Sure enough, on that battered old porch, they waited for me. The old gate creaked as I shoved it open. A set of bright eyes behind round glasses looked up from the book she’d been reading aloud. Sadie, my partner in crime, my sister in soul, Sadie, jumped from her chair.

“Lazarus!” Her arms wrapped around me and I hugged her tight right back, and the grin that formed threatened to split my face in two. “You’re alright!”

Couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. 

“Well, mostly,” I said. 

On the porch, the other woman hadn’t moved, rocking back and forth in her chair. Her hands in her lap, her hair fallen past the bandages over her eyes, her focus all on me. She smiled, and I could taste the hope that radiated from her.

“I got a surprise for you guys,” I said, and reached into my pocket.

I can imagine what O’Tipp would say, spending so much of my allowance on candy like a child. But what did I care about his thoughts? It was more than a snack for my two favorite girls, it was an offering for their happiness. For my happiness. What was the point of going through this nightmare, if you couldn’t be happy every now and then?

Overhead the fat moon sat and watched it all. I settled into one of the chairs, let myself relax for the first time since the sun rose that morning. Soon, the others who lived in this ancient building would return, and we all could rest for the first time in hours. But underneath the sound of the summer night and my sister’s voice, I heard the pages turning.

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[fancy-fangs]

Kian stone is such a deeply deeply tragic character he actually makes me insane.

He grew up and his parents didn't even give him a last name, he called himself "stone". Whether they even called him Kian is a totally new question. Both of them from all we know were probably high off their minds and unavailable to him as a kid.

He grew up in Galloway, tiny conservative town with two friends and one girl he had a crush on through all of highschool. Who he still loves!!! He loves to pretend he gets bitches but in reality he's been in love with one girl for like 20 years!

He grows up and he starts to want to be a rockstar. He wants to get out of the shit hole of Galloway and make it big, be famous, have people listen to him for the very first time. Feel seen. Be a STAR

So he leaves. He makes a promise with the one girl he will always love to meet in Hollywood and he leaves it all behind. His parents, his friends, completely gone from his life. He goes to California and has essentially nothing besides his highschool diploma.

And he makes it there! Not as a rockstar quite yet but he makes it and he gets a comfortable job and he buys a fancy guitar. He writes songs he does it all but despite all of his efforts he never makes it. No one quite gets his songs no one thinks he's quite good enough. So he doesn't become a rockstar. And he never sees the love of his life.

Instead he gets wasted and high, sleeping around, chasing whatever taste of the rockstar lifestyle he always imagined. Grasping for threads of his big dream. The one reason he kept pushing.

Then he goes back to Galloway, not permanently, just to reunite with his friends. And he knows he can't admit he didn't make it. He knows he can't look into their eyes and admit that he never made it as a rockstar. He could never tell the tale of how he fucked up.

So he doesn't. He continues pretending he made it big, hung out with big bands, playing shows in big venues. He pretends to be the persona he puts on when he gets high, and wasted and lonely. He still has the look. He still has the money. He still knows how to lie.

They hang out and it goes to shit but it's still okay. It's all weird and fucked but salvageable. Until he sees her. The love of his life, right there in front of him. Like a highschool boy he nails a letter to her door. He may be 33 but when she opens the door he feels like he's 16 again.

He goes with Becky, reminiscing in their past and talking about why they never met up in Hollywood. She actually made it. Shes actually in a band, she's actually making music, she's actually making it.

She is everything he has ever dreamed of.

And so Kian can't admit he didn't. Could never admit that in all this time she made it, but he couldn't. That he's not even close. So he doesn't.

They write a song and they kiss and it's the most beautiful thing in his life. It's a culmination of everything he has dreamed of since he was a kid. But it's real and right beneath his fingertips. Everything he wanted, everything he thought was so beyond his reach, everything he thought he fucked up is now in his hands.

It kills him. The things he always wanted, are the exact things that kill him then and there. And maybe it's worth it.

But Kian dies, and he never got to be a rockstar, he never actually got to go out with Becky. He never really got anything he wanted.

[disgruntledexplainer]

The Squadron Supreme, or How Man of Action Studios showed how stupid power scaling contests really are

Man of Action Studios, for all their flaws, have a remarkable understanding of the superhero genre and what makes heroes compelling. I could go on and on about their original shows like Ben 10 and Generator Rex, on how they always make sure that their heroes prioritize the safety of civilians over their mission or their own safety, how they use the posture, movements, and behavior of the heroes as a way to show how the hero views himself and his job, and other such things. Indeed, I already have done both of those in brief. But I think one of the best examples of their grasp on the genre actually comes from the Avengers Assemble cartoon, which they worked on during seasons 1 and 2 (the absence in season 3 onwards is actually kind of noticeable in the sudden drop in quality).

In season 2, Avengers Assemble does something that by all accounts shouldn't work, something that under normal circumstances I would ABSOLUTELY HATE. they had an Avengers versus Justice League plot arc for a third of the season. Personally, I hate power-scaling. "Oh this guy can beat that guy! Let's smash our action figures together and see which one breaks!" But despite this, they managed to make it work. How?

Obviously the show couldn't bring in the real justice league for legal reasons, so instead they made obvious parallels. Hyperion, a twisted version of Superman, had already been introduced in season 1. Nighthawk was their version of Batman, Zarda was their version of Wonder Woman, Speed Demon was their version of The Flash (clearly taking inspiration from the Barry Alan iteration), and Nuke was their version of Captain Atom. Interestingly, Professor Prism seems to be a hybrid of Green Lantern and Martian Manhunter in origin and powers respectively.

HOWEVER

these characters are VERY MUCH NOT their actual justice league counterparts. Nor are they "mirror images" of them with opposite traits. But they are those characters with all of their heroic traits carefully, surgically removed.

The Squadron Supreme, as they call themselves, are the justice league without justice, heroes without heroics. They disdain the rule of law, instead favoring the rule of terror, taking justice into their own hands, beating the living daylights out of people who cross them. Hyperion, unlike superman, has no restraint. Speed Demon revels in tormenting his opponents. Nuke uses his powers at will despite knowing the danger they pose to everyone around him. Zarda kulls the weak to demonstrate her power. Professor Prism cowers behind the others, and bends to their will with little resistance despite ultimately being a good person. And nighthawk.

Nighthawk is the most telling of the bunch. He is the "batman could beat anyone given enough prep time" version of batman. He is the "actually batman should be totally fine killing people" version of batman. He is the "batman works alone and beats up goons" version of batman. He is the juvenile version of batman as thought of by power-scalers and, apparently, Hollywood executives. In other words, he is an ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE PERSON, and one of the most dangerous foes ever introduced in the series. He uses his friends as living weapons, deliberately endangers civilians to try to take out the heroes, and beats criminals within an inch of their life to send a message. Trying to fight his plans is like trying to hold back a tsunami with your hands; time consuming and futile.

They say that if you can't imagine your version of batman comforting a scared child, he's not batman, but punnisher in a funny mask. well nighthawk would fire a rocket at a child if it was part of his many unstoppable schemes. He's a monster.

You would expect, since the show is about the Avengers, that the Avengers would wipe the floor with the Squadron. But nope. All other things being equal, the Squadron ABSOLUTELY WIPES THE FLOOD WITH THE AVENGERS. Iron Man gets into a fight with Nighthawk, only for nighthawk to completely dismantle his armor in seconds, and the rest of the Avengers can barely take down Hyperion if they all gang up on him, let alone the other members of the squadron. They are just too powerful; it is essentially an admission that in a straight fight between the two, the Justice League would win.

But it is also a statement that in order for the fight to occur at all, the Justice League would have to cease to actually be the justice league. they would have to be reduced to their powers and strategies, with all that is good about them thrown in the trash.

Ultimately, what allows the avengers to win in the end is this exact fact: that the Squadron AREN'T actually the Justice League. The members of the Justice League care about each other, and have each-others back. They would never willingly sacrifice each-other for the sake of a plan, even if that plan assured victory. But the Squadron ABSOLUTELY would. Ultimately they are able to isolate them, or convince Nighthawk to sacrifice them one-by-one for his schemes until they finally have an opening to finish things, and Iron Man manages to defeat Nighthawk not through fighting or even guile, but through making an act of self-sacrifice that Nighthawk couldn't rap his head around.

The Squadron Supreme shows what traits actually make up the Justice League and make them who they are by contrast; showing us what the characters would be like without those traits. Without compassion, restraint, empathy, friendship, the Justice League simply isn't itself.

To think this insight came from an Avengers cartoon instead of a DC property.

Anyways, that is why I think Man of Action Studios deserves a bit more credit for their writing.

[jess-moloney1]

At first I thought his upcoming movie horizon is going to be huge. Turned out quite disappointed. I went searching for rating on many websites but rating won't show up. Even on a famous site like rotten tomato shows nothing. It seems like Hollywood people rather not give attention to it. I wonder why?

I haven't seen the movie so I can't say whether it is good or not. Anyway, I would have thought Jamie had a bigger role and the movie would have been more successful. I don't know the exact reason why people won't give attention to it. I don't mean to be mean but perhaps Jamie should choose better projects. I mean he is an amazing actor and he deserves the best.

There is also a possibility that he needs money to cover that bitch's expenses that he must take what he receives. And that's so unfair to him. Maybe if Jess really had a real job from which she would get income also Jamie's could also choose projects more casually.

[mrstsung]

Mortal liu kang over dumb fire god liu kang

Vent ahead. Sorry.

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Cuz dumbass fire god liu kang did fucking nothing. Nothing worth a damn. Didn't change anything. All mk12/mk1 proved is they can't write god characters and they make them fucking useless. What actual divine authority do they really have?! Eldergods mean nothing. These fucking titans are the stupidest useless plotpoint. Nothing actually changes or gets done. Everyone still suffers,no matter what they fucking change?! So.....yeah....what fucking new era is called a new era,if nothing actually happens? Some characters are ruined because the dynamics are changed in a way where it's not actually the character. It's someones oc fanfic. Legitimately NOTHING CHANGES. It's legitimately mk11 2 electric boogaloo. And using shang tsung again as the main baddie? Sus as fuck. You got nothing new? You gotta use my boy as a plot point again because you ran out of tagawa money? You couldn't get him again because your script sucks! Im not being nice,im being raw and the truth is and sometimes it hurts,you could have fucking stopped nrs and made your dumb superhero injustice game like all you stupid braindead fans wanted. But noooooo! You had to continue a storyline that's been fucking dead and is done. Mk11 wrapped it up nice. Both guys won anyways. It's already hinted at. Why go any more? It's fucking done. Shang won,liu won. End of story. Bye bye. Like ffs,mk spinoff game would have sufficed. Most fans wanted a mk shaolin monks remastered. Most fans didn't want a continuation. They just were doing fun fan theories as they always do that doesn't mean we want a new fucking game or continuation. Speaking of which. What did you actually continue? There's nothing to continue. New world? Dont fucking feel like it. If it was. You wouldn't be using the same fucking bad guy. Nor same roster. Nor would you be fucking over integral parts. You'd be actually writing something new. In a new world. That isn't basically high def of the same fucking world. Rebranding your shit isn't making it new or better! It's all to put money in your ips so you can renew shit and fuck over your fanbase. Im sorry but i hope nrs gets fucked over and boon gets a thousand hammer death. For real.

Thanks for nothing boon. The game is garbage worthless,like your job.

Mk12/mk1 is bullshit because there actually is integral lore to mortal kombats world and character archs and they ruined the characters and story by trying to be "look at me,im not like other games guys!" Pick me ass shit.

But back to liu

Liu kang,when mortal. Got more shit done. Abit it was very plot convenient for him to win. Hardly any real struggles after the first fucking arch of his journey. Aka the real mk1. The last time i saw any struggle was in the mk 1995 movie. And even then that was still Hollywood,convenient win.

Like i just want a story where liu kang stays fucking mortal. And liu actually struggles and has realistic ups and downs throughout his life and heroes journey?

Still got more done. And he had fucking actual help. And friends.... as a god he made the same mistakes as raiden yet gets none of the flack. Fuck outta here. Nah liu kang as a god sucks and all who like that version of him can fuck right off

Also that fusion bullshit that happened in mk11 is ridiculous. And a cop out. Everything in the story thus far....is a fucking cop out.

It's lazy LAZY LAZY WRITING

I get it,they don't want the same dudes on the roster. But....guess what? You do it anyways nrs?! Is wb fucking you over in the ass? Just blink twice if they are. Like that's the only reason nrs keeps making mistakes,problems,and stupid ass decisions.

Anyways. Mortal liu kang any damn day.

No questions.

Anyone who picks god liu kang over sweet boy mortal liu kang is a fucking fool and honestly doesn't really know liu kang.

Fuck fire god liu kang,Oops i ment boons comicbook insert.

Mortal,shaolin monk liu kang ftfw.

All day any day.

Like I'm just sad they couldn't have just let....ya know....his shaolin bromie kung lao take over? And ya know LET FUJIN DO HIS JOB!? and ya know....let liu kang fucking retire from the narrative?

Without god powers,without killing him off,without making him evil from plot device,without making him undead,like ffs man this man has been thru every trope except having a fucking sexy honey boo on his hip! Ffs man let this guy have happiness?

Ya think the narrative would be kinder to him considering how much bootlicking they do to him.

But nope....they want their cake and eat it too. Fuck nrs.

I'm sorry liu kang,im so sorry they made you a joke. (And to all the other characters that i know n love and grew up with so much)

People think that shit is funny,or nothing to sneeze at. Well how would you feel if something that bringed you joy growing up was being fucked over by corporate greed? And fans just eat it up and consume mindlessly without actually thinking about it? Like they buy cuz of brand and "it looks cool" .

Ugh im just sick of it man.

[wellntruly]

knighthooded replied to your post "Happy Day After Oscars Day"

oh man I've for some reason kept putting off going to see The Fabelmans (partly due to those trailers you mentioned) and Aftersun (because I need to be emotionally ready) but it sounds like I've got some tickets to buy

amelodie replied to your post "Happy Day After Oscars Day"

I've similarly been putting many of these off, so thanks for the insights and encouragement! I'm really curious about these parasocial critic friends though. Who are some of your favourites to follow?

Oh man, my close personal friends! Many of them responded to The Fabelmans and Aftersun so similarly to me, while also some others really did not!! But maybe the true ~magic of the movies~ was the different ways they affected us all along.

Here are some of my folks and where you can find them:

Richard Lawson, Chief Critic at Vanity Fair His reviews are on VF.com, and he's one of the co-hosts of the 'Little Gold Men' podcast, one of my stalwarts. Next week I believe they will be doing my FAVORITE episode of the year, the one right after the Oscars where Joe Reid (stay tuned) comes on with his spreadsheet of what's coming out this year and, sight unseen, they have to make their wild guess of what's gonna win Best Picture. Do they replay their predictions from the year before too? Oh you bet. A riot. I'll add the link once it drops.

David Sims and Griffin Newman, co-hosts of the 'Blank Check' podcast David is a film critic at The Atlantic, Griffin is an actor and comedian, and 'Blank Check' is their podcast where they cover directors' filmographies, in...depth. These episodes are long as hell. You know you're lost in the sauce when you realize that's become a feature not a bug. I have an intro episode! It's the start of their Bob Fosse miniseries from last summer, on his first movie musical, Sweet Charity (1969). I mean first of all you should absolutely watch Sweet Charity, dazzling and a hoot, but even if you don't see it first, this episode is so great. A lot of it is from their dossier on Bob Fosse (the Fossier), as the introduction of this series, so it's a lot of fascinating history and context of both Broadway and Hollywood at the time, but also they're just all in a particularly bouncy mood and it's a treat to listen to. Ben Hosley, their weird little sound guy of a producer, is basically discovering in real time that maybe he loves musicals?? It is so fun. Anyway. Lots of running bits, sure, lots of guests also (hi Richard!), LOTS of hours, but I just vibe so much with the way these two love movies.

Joe Reid and Chris Feil, co-hosts of the 'This Had Oscar Buzz' podcast Let's just stay on the podcast train for a stop longer. Joe and Chris are both Oscar historians and freelance critics, popping up on places like Vanity Fair and Vulture. Their podcast has the pretty brilliant premise of covering movies that once had dreams of Academy Award nominations, but it all went wrong. Their appreciable cattiness is perfectly suited for this. They also have really good film festival recap episodes, for the current year. Edit: Ahh I forgot my intro episode! It is this one from February on Magic Mike XXL, a film I have not seen, with special guest, their friend Pamela Ribbon, the reason we got this moment, and every moment in this episode where I almost crashed into something laughing.

Emily St. James, of, sigh, I guess just Twitter right now Emily was recently laid off from her job as a cultural critic on Vox, in the on-going horrors of the media job landscape. I'm sure she'll be somewhere else soon, and can't wait. I've actually followed her longer than anyone on this list, and this is where this gets so delicate and complicated!, but you may actually be more familiar with her under her old name, as she's been a noted voice in especially TV criticism for decades, and really shaped The AV Club for years.

Fran Hoepfner, Bright Wall/Dark Room, 'Fran Magazine' First found Fran through BW/DR, where she still turns out incredible essays on the regular, now a loyal subscriber to Fran Magazine, her stellar newsletter, and she is easily the best Letterboxd reviewer in the business (not a business). She's just so astute and so funny, how the FUCK does she do it! Best in the business!

Demi Adejuyigbe, of one million things but on Tumblr: the 21st of September music videos He's just on Letterboxd, but we should be so lucky. Any time I have relayed a Demi Letterboxd joke to someone they've lost their mind. Most recently it was him calling the white love interest in RRR Phoebe Waller-Bridgerton.

I've just realized that of course, ALL of these people are also on Letterboxd. Haha what a dumbdumb! I've gone back and made all their names links to their Letterboxd profiles.

Well I hope this is more than you asked for!! Will update with more people I've surely forgotten.

[chrisodonline]

I didn't "liveblog" the last ep because...it didn't feel livebloggable. I mean, it did. But it would have just been nothing but grousing, and I'm sure that would've gotten redundant.

The whole ep should've hit more emotionally, but the dialogue was painful in spots. And people were overselling it, making the hokiness so much more obvious. I get these were newer writers, but I also know enough about TV writers' rooms to know there is collaboration in every single episode. I...whatever. The Sam/Kam scenes were THE most (only) solid bits.

And I do not know who the hell was at the wedding planner because I don't know the two people that I saw, especially the one so obsessed with security and not wanting this stranger to call him by his first name yet totally throws caution to the wind and is comfortable making out in a public place. Near the windows.

The only thing I can figure is that Anna was being really weird, and Callen -- already notably on edge and still in work mode -- clocks this and is too weirded out to play along. You could tell he was starting to try, and then Anna was just SO extra he just wanted to poke holes in the persona she was putting on because he didn't get why she was being like this. And I didn't either.

Continuing on the "only thing I can figure" with Anna, is the fact that she's mentioned before about wanting to go full on "normal life." Or what she thinks is "normal" -- seen in magazines, Instagram, etc. She can't completely get out of it as we've seen; she still wants to do something adjacent. But she hangs onto the "normal" because she could only dream about it as an adult. She feels like she missed out on getting to be one of those little girls who dreams about your wedding day and grown up house because she was too busy being Black Widowed, er, Noble Maiden-ed. And the "normalness" she's seeking is so opposite of what she's done or had in the past for that very reason. Yes, the drama and spy jobs were how she met Callen. But it was also consistently what kept them apart time after time. After "Down the Rabbit Hole," I think she really, really was like, "I could lose him" and was so grateful she didn't. She wants to touch the normal that doesn't involve this kind of thing that could keep them apart...permanently.

And Fatima accidentally hits on this. She's frustrated with Callen, and hey, he got to come and have family dinner. She wanted to repay the favor, or so she thought, by helping Anna out with the wedding to give her a decent partner. But Fatima is all Beverly Hills. She's Hollywood. She's the Instagram wedding type. She makes the mistake of selling all this as normal to Anna, and talking about how this is that one special day when you get to just go full-on fancy -- and that's what everyone does! So Anna starts to adopt all of these behaviors, and she wants to play this part. She would NEVER truly allow Arkady to officiate (even if we, the audience, bribed her heavily). But doesn't it sound super sweet and touching to tell the froufrou wedding planner that her father wants to officiate? And the wedding planner reacts just as she thought she would.

Callen's facial reactions the whole time (and well done, COD on this) were such a mix of confusion that gradually started to turn into annoyance. He was not told they were playing this game, a game he really doesn't want to play. And I think he's trying to mess with her so she can see how ridiculous this all is -- at least for her to try to be this person.

So when he starts joking about this entire thing he thinks is a joke, a sitcom that he's watching, and grabs the piece of paper from her she at first replies like a high school girl. And then the minute she lets the aggressive part comes out that has been annoyed for separate reasons with him and trying to be perfectly pleasant in front of the wedding planner, a.k.a. Harbinger of Normalcy, it's the real Anna at the surface. The feisty one that Callen knows is the real her. And once the facade was broken, it was REALLY broken. And Callen was just so relieved that she was "back," he was like, "I guess she's on top of me now, so we might as well make out if this stops us from having to do that dumbass quiz." And then they have to run home. And this whole dumb d-story better not have been done because they needed a way to set up Anna getting accidentally pregnant because they were a little too impulsive that day.

Anyway, this comes after what we got of their relationship in the early part of the season, super healthy conversations that made them seem like the couple the writers always intended them to be -- and not what we had really seen. So, yes, extra frustrating.

But who cares, right?  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Not me. Clearly. That's for sure.

[xxx-theartofsuicide-xxx]

You know, I do believe your theory of the BJ2 story being a dark and quirky dream world à la Alice in Wonderland/Wizard of Oz is a very interesting idea that needs to be explored by other fanfic writers as well. Having said that... How could it all be far better than the literal plot? I mean, if we follow that notion to it's logical extreme, then Betelgeuse essentially convinced Lydia somehow to allow him to fashion a mental prison that she can't easily escape because it becomes an addiction to her, gradually. And how does Lydia function in the real world, doesn't it bother her that Winter Riverites think of her as a recluse and an odd woman who probably ceased her interest in being an ordinary human being? I mean, yeah, Lydia wouldn't really give a shit about them, but what if Betelgeuse's shenanigans get to a point where they have to get the authorities to check up the house on the hill? Isn't it far too psychotic for Betelgeuse to torment Lydia this way, just so she can finally accept him in every sense of the word, even if it means waiting for her time to come for her to finally accept him and what he can offer her, other than the things her dream self can only have, like a daughter and a TV host job? Sorry but BJ2 is still a mess of a film at the end of the day, and while it's an interesting idea if that's what Tim went with, in your view, it was unfortunately poorly executed in some regards and not utilized its storyline the way the original film did. No question that it gaves us cool Beetlebabes moments, but Tim went back to his bad impulses yet again and the weak script really didn't help matters all that much but to each their own.

And just because some people don't like the newer movie unabashedly as yourself and others do, doesn't mean we betrayed the fandom or shit like that; it's just that the storylines had to have been better thought out and the execution of the ideas presented as more thought out than most of the jumbled mess of the movie we got, but like a wise man said, "Nostalgia's a hell of a drug" but what do I know? I'm just some gal. Like I said, enjoyed the Beetlebabes moments, but had to have been more better streamlined as a story than the series of gaudy Hollywood cliches and not clever banter we ended up with.

And if this is just a dream, what we saw of Delores was perhaps Betelgeuse's own impressions of her and what she would do if she gets her hands on Lydia?

Look, there's no need to give me and other people crap for not loving this new movie to bits, but it's still a Hollywood blockbuster type and it's gonna be judged on those terms as well, even if Tim Burton's name on it. It's not above valid criticism of any kind, unfortunately.

Again, your interpretation of the dreamverse is so much darker than mine and I don't believe you actually did read my theory or else you would understand that it's not BJ doing this to Lydia: it's Lydia asking for it because she wants to be a mother. You are putting words in my mouth I never said and painting an ugly scene I never painted.

Read it again. Then again.

Until you people actually read and digest the information therein, I cannot communicate with you. It's tiresome and exasperating.

I'm not giving anyone shit. I'm sitting I'm here venting untagged on my personal blog answering asks and telling people why I'm exasperated with this fandom and spending less time here. People like you add to that weight.

You nosy, illiterate, uncultured motherfuckers just won't leave me alone. You, anon, are the one placing undue value on my opinion. Idgaf about yours.

The only reason the dreamverse is "my" theory is because no one else is bothering to acknowledge that the film is a dream. That's a problem with y'all that I can't diagnose. It's some serious normie shit.

[redacted-scp-antics]

Another round °^°

-Name: Sage Rivera, Sage is his birth name but his last name was given to him by the GOC. His real last name is Malinowski. 

Nickname: none

-Fandom they originated from: SCP

-Age: he stoped ageing at the age of 30. His real age would be 32.6 months.

-Gender: male

-Pronouns: he/him

-sexuality: pansexual

-Current Occupation: GOC agent. Works for Psi-9 Abyss Gazers

-Dream Occupation: he can't Imagine another job.

-Aligment: true neutral

-Strongest emotions: Anger, guilt, frustration, apathy, nostalgia

-Favorite family member: all of them, both his birth parents and the Agents who raised him.

-Love language: physical touch

-Favorite weather: fog and rain

-Least favorite weather: anything over 25°

-Songs that describe them:

-Lucha x Godmode_I'm a monster

-Hollywood Undead_ World war me

- Five Finger death punch_the tragic truth

-Adam Jensen_the mystic

-Citizen Soldier_Pandora's box

-Favorite songs they have: Taw&Mylky&M.I.M.E_Renegades

-Beach/City/Village/Forest/Mountain, where would they rather life?: Mountain as lonely as possible with only a few people being allowed to visit.

-A color that calms them down: Dijon and butterscotch yellow.

-Where did they meet their best friend?: During a mission

-Possible traitor or loyal to the end?: with His friends? Loyal to the end. GOC? It depends.

-Would they die for someone?: yes

-biggest reasons to life(name up to five or less):

-His best friend Fiera

-Alise, his partner

-The people that he saved

-Have they ever been to a concert?: never and right now he doesn't even want to

-Would they rather be able to breathe underwater or fly?: fly

-Pick a plant that describes them: Mountain Laurel

-Do they have any mental/physical condition?: he has monophobia, and ptsd

-Crossover you vibe with the most: path to nowhere and marvel

-If they could choose any ficitional universe to spend a year in, which one would they choose?: probably marvel.

-Fictional characters they would be friends with:

Scarlet Witch (Marvel)

Butcher (the Boys)

Kimiko (the Boys)

-Most and least liked taste: He prefers spicy things but avoids sweet stuff.

-Most liked time of the day: night

-Would they rather have a dinosaur or alien as a companion?: dinosaur

-Element that matches them: earth

-how do they fight?: smart but can get aggressive and rarely shows mercy. However he sometimes regrets when he takes a life.

-describe them with a quote: "Sometimes, it's the things we never did that haunt us the most."

-Unknown

-favorite group of animals: birds

-If they could have any mythological creature as a companion, what would they choose?: Fae

-Name a goddess/god they would team up with: Metis

-biggest regret: The innocent lives he was manipulated/forced to take.

-What gave them back hope after hardships?:

His teammembers, Fiera and Alise.

-Name a thing that they should NOT have survived, but did so anyway: There are too many to count. He stood before deities and survived, sadly others did not, and he misses them every day.

-Freeze/flop/fawn/fight/flight what are they most likely to do?: fight

-biggest accomplishment: for him it would be meeting Alise.

-What or who do they fear the most?: failing the people he loves.

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In watching the Netflix "Lover, Stalker, Killer" it is one of those gems that has a ton of twists and turns. The stories plot is about a mechanic that recently gets divorced and tries to find relationships on a dating site. Just coming out of a marriage he tells the woman up front that he doesn't want a serious commitment.

The many reasons that I liked this "documovie" is that it gives you the nexus from David Kroupa's point of view. He moved to Omaha, Nebraska because his ex-wife had family there and wanted to be close to his children. As a mechanic, he had little trouble finding another job; he did want to meet new people which led to him to the dating site.

Kroupa readily admits that he was kind of a geek when he was younger. He asked out his wife who worked at the same place he did. What led to the couples downfall was that his wife began working at nights. They would eventually grow apart more and more leading to there separating.

David Kroupa for the most part is a likeable person; at other times he comes off as selfish, other times he comes off as uncertain about how his life is changing. What is always apparent during the performance is that he just wants his life to be smooth with little confrontation.

Where the documentary/movie gets real good is when a woman (Farver) he starts dating... it doesn't really work out and he moves on to another woman, Liz Golyer. What seems like reality is fiction, and fiction is reality. The plot twists, and it is based on a true story, are incredible. The realization that it is true what happened to everybody involved makes it better than any Hollywood written screenplay.

As time moves on, Kroupa becomes worried not only about his ex girlfriends well being, but his and his families as well. After all, houses are being burnt down, the culprit isn't even seen, only heard from via texts and emails. She seems to have a beat on David's life, however. She knows when he is eating, knows when his ex wife has their kids (she let's her know through texts that she sees her and can get to her).

Unable for the police to actively move against the woman that they believe is the culprit is when this show gets at its best. As a "sitting duck" Kroupa and everyone in his inner circle are under siege and little can legally be done to protect them. As GPS's are used and observance, everyone starts to become in question. We start to believe that the culprit could be anyone. The police question everybody and they feel everyone is a suspect including David Kroupa.

The music, the cinematography and the direction are all very well done. The camera angels, the tense music and the interaction between people makes it well worth your time to view this documentary. Trying to guess the ending is useless, it can't be done; it is just that incredible of a story. More effective in that if it was done in movie form, people would be disappointed with the ending because they would think that it is not believable. The other thing that adds value to it is that it takes place in the Midwest; the police really struggle to put the pieces together and at many times they are dumbfounded over stranger and stranger things happening.

As breaks begin to happen we start to see what happened and who did it. Up until the last fifteen minutes or so, the fault laid on one main character. As it it unfolds, the viewer can only look on in disbelief.

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[the-firebird69]

I'm sitting here holding their bosses hostage and they can't figure it out and their people sort of get it when they die I hope shitload of them die but really it's like they don't know either so I'm sitting or slaughtering this two f****** gay f****** boys and taking tons and tons of their territory and mines below and stashes they did a great job on the cadmium most of it's gone.

This is the price for sitting there on top of me and harassing me 24 hours a day and yeah empire you're not going to win s*** if it's true cuz the lasers will go right through your fleet like it's butter you're f****** dumb you're a dumb pile of f**** you're asking for it you're provoking us we'll tell you what we're doing we're slaughtering trillions of people in front of you can you open your mouth and you see this gay s*** like Robert Duval did just now you're incredibly f****** dead we're going to go after you and your family we got stuck their heads up your ass Duvall that's an acre really special people love it on my side who is your family why don't you crap them out. You're so f****** dumb we have to explain it by doing that to you f****** s*** and you're in Vegas to say that I'm in trouble when you're f****** around with your s*** then we're going to take it over cuz you're a f****** moron you do it a real good job what are you really doing stupid f***.

Is there why I've sat there and said the s*** to them that they sucking their losers their whole lives so they don't listen they say their wife or some dumb s*** is a stupid little f*** like Robert duvalli is such a queer boy little actor from Hollywood he wants his 40 million for doing this routine. He's got his hand out and so does Rudolph he said I want guys to stay in a sleigh without my 20 million for this whole routine I mean holy s*** you people are f*****.

Zues Hera

I can't stand it anymore he's doing what we want him to do and taking over and nobody cares and he's taking over out here and nobody cares somebody's got to do something and care about something what I know is what we're doing is not right we're just sitting there and inciting him saying we're controlling him it doesn't control someone to constantly incite someone. Hey this guy next door has to die he's such a s*** our son is right too they cover up what he's doing before he's even done saying it it's amazing speed you're not even doing it on purpose they just really really nasty pieces of s*** they're like old women.

It's funny cuz you're going to die soon with your poison scheme and it's out and you people are the ones putting it out there as far as we're concerned meaning it looks like that and you're threatening him with poison so people went after you last night and your idiots and even doing it for months.

You don't shut up for any price please stupid loser or your father you're going to pay for this stuff I don't want you rubbing stuff into our son's face because you're keeping him poor it is used stupid assholes.

And he's saying this to the max he says what am I supposed to do you say you're pushing me 24 hours a day to do my job and I'm smart enough to kill you with ease and it's in the DNA and I have a huge team and what am I supposed to do just sit here and listen to you and stare at the wall that you don't even let me and it forces assholes on me so I'm taking it over and you're still celebrating something what the hell is it Hanukkah. They don't have a ready-made answer for some reason and they're thinking about it he says don't strain yourself what you are is just another group like this s*** is you sound like them you really do. You got to just look on your face too I will tell you what the cadmium is going to go right to you into these idiots first and you deserve a break today no no not really

Thor Freya

Olympus

[rviner]

"Yeah, exactly." Blair concurs as a wry grin hooks itself to the corner of her lips, purely from visualizing detaching a few digits from Quinlan's hands. She doesn't discriminate, however. There's a few Syndicate dwellers she'd happily do the same to. But, as her brother says, the effort isn't really worth the outcome. "I don't know if they sloshed out your brains into a beige smoothie for you to drink out there in California, but we literally just said we'd do shit for no reason." Blair states with a careless shrug. "It'll be someone else next week, they can't help themselves." she adds, refusing to care if fingers point in her and Sloane's direction and prepared to hiss if she catches them herself.

"Yeah, that's Paul. Some fucking 1920s spirit. Couldn't find a male doll to attach him to so he's pissed he's dressed like a little girl!" she raises her voice with the last words, throwing them over her shoulder to the cabinet as an insult. Blair promptly ignores the suggestion to leave haunted things well alone. Instead, she offers her brother a deadpanned expression for the stupidity of such a suggestion in the first place. "It's my job, asshole." Blair gripes before waving an uncaring hand to the cabinet of dolls. "Every time I seal them in, they get real cranky. Remember that week when the doors just started slamming every time someone came over? That was why. Decided mutual respect was the best way forward, but they're testing me!" she calls back again to the cabinet.

Blair's expression then glitches with confusion but it quickly morphs into a look of disgust. "Water? Dusty?" her gaze darts around her comfortable apartment. "Jesus, the fuck did Hollywood Hills do to you?" she remarks dryly. "This isn't the fucking Ritz, Jet. Get your head out of your ass. I have redbull or cider. You can drink cider, right? That's a fruit."

'i mean...thought about it. not particularly wanted to apply the effort.' jet admits with a slight grin crawling over his lips. not only for the thought of quinlan missing a finger, but for the vision of chaos unfolding before him as blair conjures her magic to rip through her living room like a storm. it's nothing new, and jet immediately feels as if he was never gone for almost half a year. 'i'm just saying. christ. it makes more sense to accuse someone who actually would have a fucking reason, right?' he stresses, running a hand through his hair as blair turns her apartment inside out.

even jet isn't safe in the seat, getting pulled to his feet. 'hey!' he exclaims before blair pushes him back and he hits against the cushion with an oof. 'what are you even looking for? i could he-' jet's words cut off as he sees the revelation in blair's expression when she sees the doll, and he quickly erupts into a laugh. 'that thing got out!?' he gestures wildly, leaning forward in his seat with dismay. 'what the fuck is wrong with you? stop bringing home haunted shit.' he tells his sister, while knowing it will fly through one ear and out the other. 'can't you seal those creepy fuckers in there? here, let me.' jet moves to his feet, stepping around blair's hoarding problem to get closer to the cabinet. but her statement makes his hands hover without a single conjuring of magic, jet instead blinking at blair with more disbelief. 'funny thing about rehab is, no. i can't still drink. have you got some water? that'd be nice. it's dusty as shit in here.'

[lastoneout]

Sounds like i can't trust your opinion on the Mario movie, since you clearly already made up your mind and decided you hate even though you haven't seen anything of the movie. It could be good and you'll still say it's bad and claim anyone who likes it isn't a real fan.

Point to the part of the post where I said anyone who likes it is a fake fan lmao show me exactly where I said that

Anyway I DID say that I could be wrong and that I hope that I am wrong. If it's good I will 100% acknowledge that! I actually really, really, REALLY want it to be good, it LOOKS hella good. That poster rules, the style looks great! If the trailer drops tomorrow and it's the sickest thing I've ever seen I'll get right back up on my soap box and apologize for ever doubting them!

I just can't get over the fact that they completely fucked over the established Mario VAs for the movie in fave of name recognition with an actor who truly does not fit the role. Based on Chris Pratt's previous work I don't see how he could possibly do a good job as Mario's VA, and on top of that no matter how good or bad the film ends up being I think it's important to keep in mind that changing the voice cast was a bad, shitty idea that shows how little Hollywood values voice actors AND how little they value animation as a medium since they don't think people with show up to A FUCKING MARIO MOVIE, you know one of the most recognized and loved video game franchises in history, if there isn't a popular actor attached to it.

That's insulting. I'm allowed to point out that that's insulting.

Anyway again, it could be good. I want it to be good. I really, really want it to be good. If it's good I will be happy, and I don't believe in calling people fake fans EVER for ANY REASON. No matter how good or bad the film is if that's your introduction to Mario then hell yeah! If that's your favorite Mario thing then hell yeah! If that's the ONLY Mario thing you like then hell fucking yeah you are still a genuine fan of Mario and that's rad, good for you!!

I just personally am gonna be pretty bummed if the movie is amazing aside from the voice acting, bcs again they didn't HAVE to change VAs, and being that close to making a fantastic film and then fumbling at the end bcs I guess hiring the voice actors who have been playing these roles for years and respecting animation and video games as a whole is "too hard" or whatever is really fucking sad.