#the rest of this was released on vhs AND dvd

[spiked-mall-goth]

watching the re-animator supercut/extended/censored… tubi sweetheart i love you but the version you are hosting just feels so drab in comparison.

[hazelfoureyes]

The Radio Demon Fucks a Human Sacrifice (epilogue)

Mom gets fitted for dentures next week 🎊 🎉 🦷 💝

Epilogue (Promises)

You had meant it when you said it so long ago. A promise. One you intended to keep

「Warnings/Promises: Alastor x Fem Reader, Valentino x Fem reader (just TRUST ME), nipple chain, Val exists too much, Kaiju cock, pussy wet??, aphrodisiac, Alastor shade, fanatic sinners, misleading porno covers, Angel Dust is perfect as always, blood, stabbing, filming sexy things, Val in a thong, licking, hair pulling, why bad man have big dick, Alastor isn’t horny but he is possessive, pussy in the ether」

Part 1 smut 💦 Part 2 smut 💦 Side Story Part 3 smut 💦 Part 4 smut💦 Epilogue sexual

***Spoiler for people that need Val warnings*** Val dick touches reader pussy. Val explicit scenes are purple. if you skip the purple parts you will still understand the story and still be in the scene, interacting with him. Reminder, reader is there intentionally and consenting.

minors omg look over there! (🏃‍♀️💨Dni)

“I will admit, I was surprised to get your message.” Val exhaled, one hip out as he rest his weight on his right foot. You hadn’t planned on seeing him again, but as you became comfortable in hell you found yourself remembering the promise to yourself. One you made that day you met Alastor. On the floor of that studio. Your eyes scanned the room. The space was different, the set no longer your cursed cabin scene.  “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You took a deep breath, you’d practiced this, “Well I’ve been in hell for a while now… and I see you everywhere. I’ve been thinking,” your eyes caught on the door you were confident led to the room that held you. To the bed. Another shaky exhale, you never were much of an actress. “I really missed my chance with you. A powerful overlord… a celebrity.”

A dark chuckle from the moth, his ego fluttering, “Ooh, you’re a little celebrity in your own right. My best seller in ages.”

Oh, right. The tape. You hadn’t watched it yet. Alastor set the VHS copy on the bookshelf, an agreement made you could revisit that memory together if you ever wanted to. Not that you hadn’t heard it before. Nearly two years after its release and still people played it in public. Your first visit to Rosie started with you red faced and sputtering, having had someone on the way there thrust a DVD in front of you. 

The stranger asked for an autograph, but as soon as you saw the cover photo the entire thing had been knocked into the street by Alastor’s microphone. He had been trying to shelter you from interacting too much with the movie.

“Was that—is the cover—?” You were frozen as the sinner ran off, mind trying to process the image.

Alastor hummed, “Not what I’d choose, but I signed away all rights when I made the deal. A little misleading of a photo if you ask me.” He watched with glee as a car pulverized the disc and case. 

A blood red demonic seal splattered with a white liquid and a slender hand scraping into the wood.

“But that’s the Vees for you!”

Indeed, that was the Vees. Val gestured at you with his cigarette and its dramatic holder, “Aren’t you still with the radio demon? Not that I care.” He took a few steps towards you, getting you into arm’s reach before grabbing you by the back of the head and pulling you into him, “Just cuz there's a goalie doesn’t mean I can’t score.”

With how your head was angled back as he had your hair tightly wound in his fist you could see the TV. Always Vox News, you assumed. The time was displayed in the corner. “I am but— he doesn’t, ya know… he doesn’t know I’m here. But he’ll be looking for me soon.”

He stared down at you, pupil-less eyes without emotion. Your scalp began to burn and after a few seconds you had to shift your weight to relieve some of the pull. It made your upper stomach rub against his crotch. Not at all your intention. But you knew you’d have to touch him eventually.

“Unfortunately for you, I don’t do shit at anyone else’s speed.” His hand released your hair, “Could be fun though…,” Valentino traced along your jaw with his tongue before squeezing your cheeks in his hand, “fucking Alastor’s woman.”

He was off you as quickly as he had pounced, makeshift jacket swirling behind him as he spun around and walked to the door you’d seen before.

Another glance at the television. You had 10 minutes before Alastor would be calling. A small panic that you didn’t have enough time. 

Alastor rarely called on you, because rarely were you very far away. He didn’t have you on a leash, you just enjoyed his company. You’d scroll on your phone while he worked in his radio station  or read a book while he enjoyed his breakfast in the morning. 

Also, well, going out alone could be intimidating. People swung from two extremes when they saw you— excited fan or terrified sinner. 

The fans knew you were with Alastor. 

The other sinners knew you were with Alastor. 

The DVD incident had spooked you, not helped by the fact it had been your first outing. Alastor had been eager, even if he didn’t say it, to introduce you to the cannibal overlord. 

Having you back in his presence brought a deep seated sense of calm to him, one best compared to the feeling he had when gossiping with Rosie over coffee. Naturally he wanted his closest friend to meet the soul who’d stolen his attention. And Rosie was delighted to meet you, evident with the extravagant tea (and a singular coffee)  she set up and her litany of questions.

But every time she asked something she also seemed to answer it herself.

“Are you happy to be together again in your body?! I’m sure you are.” She offered you a finger you had to decline. 

“I bet you two have been busy.” A wink, “Though you must have been for it to take so long to get down here.”

Alastor shrunk a little as she smacked at his shoulder. You hadn’t seen him allow others to touch him before. Had that been Angel, the second one of his many arms cocked back Alastor would have stepped away or disappeared. Just a hit and you could see how close they were.

You made a point of befriending her, coming often after that initial meeting to her shop for gossip and advice. As time went on, you began to learn about Alastor’s normal. It was nice to have a mutual friend to discuss your worries and ideas with. 

“And oh! That video. Talk about hot under the collar!”, a petite laugh, “Did you see it?” Rosie waited for you to answer this time. When you shook your head no, she waved her hand, “For the best. The climax was totally unwatchable!”

You turned to Alastor, not sure what that meant, but he didn’t meet your gaze and instead slowly blinked out of sync at the bookshelves behind Rosie’s shoulder. 

“Did you know he’s not into all that?” She took a sip, “You better be patient with him ya got it?”

That question caught you off guard. Apparently for him too, Alastor coming back to life at the change of tone, “This isn’t really a tea topic, dear friend.”

Rosie hummed, “Where are my manners! I was just so relieved he didn’t up and leave for another seven years.” 

What’s a scowl shared between friends?

But shared between whatever you and Val were…?

Valentino’s wings unfurled revealing long fishnet covered legs. You watched as he swayed his hips side to side on his way to the bed. The same bed as before. You remembered the shape and purple comforter that you could see down your blindfold.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you to already be undressed.” Where were his pants and button up? This was moving faster than you’d anticipated. 

He turned back to you as he plopped down onto the bed, “What I wear isn’t any of your business. Though, speaking of business.” He pointed to the corner, a part of the room you’d never seen before. A camera on a tripod stood there. “Turn it on.”

Your grimace was immediate. “You sure you wanna film this one?”

Impatient, he crossed his legs and leaned back on two hands, “Did you think you could just come in here, ask to fuck me and … what? It’d be all on your terms?”

Yes. 

You’d worn a dress expressly for ease, and slipped off your panties before going to the camera. For some reason you didn’t want that recorded. It seemed embarrassing. More so than what you were about to do.

Val’s turn to gawk, “You’re seriously not planning on staying dressed.”

“What I wear isn’t any of your business.” You opened the view screen and hit record.

His laugh was dark and deep, “Ooh, I forgot how feisty you were. Maybe this can be a recurring thing.”

Ignoring the comment, you tried to take in the details of the room, checking the walls and small bits of furniture. But you were immensely distracted by the moth demon, who had taken to spreading his legs open and running a hand down his barely contained bulge. Tiny, little, itty black thong, fishnets, nipple chain and… well, the hat. 

Two arms pulled you by the waist, hands gripping the flesh of your ass through the dress. 

“Why are you dressed like you’re off to teach Sunday school?” His hands slipped under the fabric and dug into your bare skin. He glanced at the camera and its small monitor to make sure he was in frame.

Your knees were brought to either side of his legs before he began to open his stance wider and wider. The action lowered your center more and more until your naked heat was resting on his package. Things were speeding up, he was moving you around so effortlessly. A problem, an absolute problem.

“Ya know I haven’t had a believable good girl to break in awhile.” His hips rose of the bed suddenly and made you bounce on his growing erection. Val groaned, a sound that made your skin crawl. 

In the reflection of his glasses you saw the white face of a marble clock on the wall behind you. 

“Could we—- can we do this lying down? Missionary? It’s been awhile and I’m feeling insecure.” The thought of the overpowering demon towering on top of you and pinning you down was… a tad terrifying. But you needed to see the clock, you couldn’t keep turning around. 

A brief thought, maybe just turning around on his lap and staying facing away from him would work, but then you remembered the camera. Didn’t need your now-rising dress to give the Vees anything exploitative to keep.

Not that everyone in all nine rings hadn’t already seen you spread open and screaming on camera.

“Actually maybe it’s okay, I can,” turn around? Your suggestion was cut short.

Val lifted you like a toy and flipped around. Your head hit the bed hard, brain jostling in your skull. One hand instinctively came to his chest to keep some distance. “No, I like this better.” A wide grin as he settled between your legs.

You leaned to the right to see the clock past his shoulder. Five minutes.

Why didn’t you wear a watch? Fuck.

He dropped his lower half onto you until his full weight was pressing his half hard cock into your stomach. Your breath tightened, running out of moveable space to expand your lungs and diaphragm.

“I wanna see you squirm.” Pink smoke was blown directly into your face, catching you off guard. But, where was the cigarette? You didn’t see it…

Your muscles went loose, the stress of the moment washing away. Both of your hands came to the center of your chest and pressed down. Security. Readiness.

Four minutes.

Alastor didn’t like you having a phone but he didn’t stop you from owning one. You had assumed you’d be on the set where you knew there would be some way to keep track of the time. Or else you’d have just worn a dress with pockets to carry a cellphone. Maybe set a timer.

You weren’t sure about Alastor’s disdain for tech until you witnessed it yourself. That square headed stalker flitting from screen to screen, riding the wires and the radio waves. He had warned you about the Vees, about Vox in particular. He didn’t have much to say about Velvette, and somehow that was better than the nothing he had to say about Valentino. 

As Val’s tongue slid up your neck, you thought about Angel. A confidant. You wished he had asked Alastor to kill Val, as a thank you for his efforts in reuniting you two. And, now that you remembered, uniting you at all. 

Instead he asked for a bigger room. Large enough for two to comfortably cohabitate.

Alastor maybe couldn’t kill Val, but he could try. When you brought it up with him he was upset. He didn’t like his name being spoken at all unless absolutely necessary 

An inadvertent moan you didn’t realize came from you until Valentino chuckled at the sound.

“Feeling it?” He cooed. You weren’t sure which it he meant. This wasn’t going quite to plan. 

Three minutes.

So much could happen in three minutes. Too much. He slid down his underwear, sitting up and letting you see him in his full glory.

Why did he have to be such a bad man?

Many men who carried big sticks were unkind. Between their legs or between their fingers. 

Alastor was an exception to the rule. 

Things did calm down for Alastor after you returned, eventually. Alastor’s desperate need was soothed with you in hell again. His appetite dying. But he hungered in new ways. Ways you hadn’t anticipated to fill your cup so full. Long and intense kisses where his hands dragged down your body and he sighed into your cheeks. You were often pulled into his side and under his arm when sharing the sofa. Soft pets to your hair as you fell asleep. 

And when you felt the need, and if he wasn’t feeling up to it, he’d lie beside you and whisper into your ear. Talking soft and low about all the ways you stole his heart and mind while his hand pumped those long fingers in and out of your own needy pussy. He’d grin into the nape of your neck when you were incapable of keeping your voice down any longer. A feeling you’d come to need. 

You didn’t need a cock to be full. And by the look of Val’s twitching monster, you’d be broken before he bottomed out.

His thumbs pulled apart your bottom lips, “Ready to spread you open so wide you won’t even feel that lanky fuck in you.” 

His third and fourth hands pushed your thighs open and back, hands you could swear felt familiar. Alastor? Or before him?

You struggled to regain focus, your fingers feeling at your bra.

Two minutes.

Legs suddenly too weak to resist, or perhaps Val too strong. Or, a third option, you weren’t trying so hard. Behind his fingers was left a burn on your skin.

“Closer.” Your lips were tingling, it felt good.

“I need you closer.”

His wide chest grew prideful, “Oh? If you’re looking for love you’re in the wrong bed, princesa.”

“No love. Chest. I can’t reach your chest.” You struggled to sit up, but managed to grab the chain connecting his pierced nipples before falling back into the bed.

A screech, a squeak, “Fuck! Watch how you handle that.” His voice rose several octaves. God, you hated him. 

You gripped the chain tightly, the feeling keeping you a little grounded. “Oops.” A whirlpool was behind your eyes, all five senses mingling and amplifying. This was dangerous. He hadn’t used this aphrodisiac on you before…maybe he had liked how much you thrashed when he tied you up and mocked you.  

His length ran up your core and you jumped. He was so hot. So…. Firm.

No. Too close.

One minute.

You had told Alastor you wouldn’t let it go too far. He said he’d not stop you, because you had said you needed to do it. But you could see the conflict behind his own gaze. What would he do if you returned smelling of Val? Dripping of him? 

Almost. Just a few more seconds. His body rolled into you, rocking you with the motion. Every passing had his cock from slit to balls sliding between your wildly wet folds. 

Timing was key for your safety. Though Alastor had made it clear you could always just bail and wait for his call.

The more Val rubbed and pressed against you you felt your mind melt a little more. Surely it would slip down your spine at this rate. 

A brief worry in the pleasurable fog, what if later on you remembered the pleasure and felt guilty? Guilty to Alastor but most importantly to yourself, for gasping and sighing under the abusive trash that dragged you to hell to begin with.

And what if you didn’t? 

Which was worse?

Which would be easier to live with?

He prodded your inner thigh. He was getting closer and closer to actually entering you.

30 seconds.

“Do you remember my promise?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” His head was hung as he stared between your bodies. He didn’t see you reach between your breasts into your bra and pull out the Carmine angelic dagger Husk had recommended to Alastor. You hadn’t been quiet about your plans.

“Odd, it’s on recording. Maybe you didn’t realize I was talking to you.” As you moved the dagger from your right side to bury it into Valentino’s chest you remembered the man in the woods. The young man at work. Angel. Here you were again. But if this ended the same as the woods, where would you go? Would Alastor be able to reach you?

“My promise to fucking kill you.”

Valentino keeled back, hand raised to slash your throat out when a green light momentarily blinded him. The sound of chains filled the room as you disappeared into nothingness underneath him. He was left slashing at his own duvet while he tried to slow the bleeding.

Alastor caught you as you fell from the portal he summoned you with. Two feet barely touching the floor as he set you in the reading chair in front of his fireplace.

He nodded at the drops of blood staining your cornflower yellow dress, “Was it a success?”

Your body slipped down the chair, dress getting caught in the friction and riding up. He leaned over and tugged it back down to hide your exposed sex.  You were too far gone to feel deja vu.

“No, I think he’s alive. He drugged me with that smoke.” Your legs were spread wide, trying to keep your weight from slipping off the chair. “I was too weak.”

Alastor sat in the chair opposite and took in the scene. Hair messy, legs open, face flush. Bloodied and breathless.

Pride ran a shiver up his spine. His doe’s second murder attempt. While he has despised the idea he couldn’t pretend he didn’t love the initiative. 

“Hey, I know you said you wouldn’t ask.” You crossed your legs at the ankle, which did nothing to stop the way the air that was rising up your dress and cooling your core. “But I didn’t fuck him.”

Alastor shrugged, “As they say, all is fair in love and war. I would understand if you did for the sake of killing him. What’s a little sex if it helps murder?”

Your hand slipped down your chest, a ghostly trail in its wake like your touch had an echo. “What a terrible way to confess you love me.”

A choked cough from the radio demon.

Your eyes slipped close. Relaxed. “I feel good.”

He hummed.

“Not from the stabbing, from the stuff in his smoke. My body is thrumming. Is my heart pounding?” You tried to stand but ended up on your knees, cheek coming to rest on his inner leg. As he leaned forward to let his hand enter your dress and rest above your heart, his face got close to yours.

“It’s frantic.” A low whisper into the shell of your ear. Pulling back he paused at your face to lick an errant drop of blood. “You reek of him.”

“He did lick me a couple times.” You watched Alastor sneer, “And he was naked, like, immediately. Oh! Oh fuck,” your head popped up with a renewed clarity, “He recorded it.”

Alastor stilled, he wasn’t thinking about the recording aspect. He was thinking on your heart, on how flushed your skin was, the sweat dripping down your neck. On the thought of Val’s tongue over your skin. “The medicine— or drug you were exposed to,” a deep breath in, “What does it feel like?”

A topic change you hadn’t expected, your body slouched into his leg, arm over his thigh for support. His eyes on your face as they always were when you were in the room. 

“Like my body is… illuminescent. Every time my clothes or something touches me, my skin lights up and my brain gets so quiet.” His palm stayed on your heart. 

“Hmm,” His hands slipped under your arm, lifting you up. Your feet were entirely off the ground now as he carried you like a dirty cat on its way to the bath. Gently, you were set onto the bed. A lovely juxtaposition.

“Every time I touch where he did, tell me.” Alastor kneeled beside you, deft fingers unbuttoning your dress. A sharp claw popped under the center of your bra and sliced through the fabric.

Your body was humming again, Val’s powerful aphrodisiac lifting up from your senses like dust under heavy footsteps. 

Goosebumps formed up your arms as the back of his fingers traced along the outside of your forearm. As he curved up your shoulder and reached your neck you breathed out a low, “There.”

You watched him lean down, warm lips kissing at your skin. A series of kisses as soft and needy as the ones he often placed on your own mouth. A shudder turned nearly violent as his hot tongue ran up your neck to your jaw.

His nose slid up your cheek, “There.” Kisses to your face, across your nose and to the other side.

He pulled back, eyes lusty and heavy lidded. He didn’t say anything, but his grim smile asked you something. You nodded, running your hands down your chest and to your thighs.

A growl you hadn’t heard in so long rumbled in his chest. He rolled you onto your stomach and pulled the dress off entirely, nails raking along your spine until they dimpled the soft fat of your ass.

“There.”

Alastor straddled you at the back of your knees. You wanted to squirm but your muscles had gone weak again. He nipped at the mounds of flesh, massaging and squeezing after every particularly sharp bite. What little part of your brain could form coherent thoughts was trying to piece together an alarm— his face was so close to your still soaking wet entrance. 

Images bubbled up where words were failing. Val’s large cock head smearing precum up your slit.

His hands roamed down your legs and feet before turning you back to face him. When you could finally see his expression again, you were surprised to see a look he hadn’t given in so long.

Needy. Desperation screamed through knitted brows, hazy eyes, and a weak smile threatening to fall flat.

As his hands slid down your stomach and reached the junction of your thighs, you started to register the little moans you were making.

But it was getting harder to hear past the radio static and pounding heartbeat in your ears.

Soft fingers traveled between your closed thighs, you hesitated before offering what you thought was a quiet, “There.”

You couldn’t hear yourself think let alone speak as the sounds both in and outside your body grew louder with every signal he’d found a new spot to cover up.

His knees pushed open your left thigh, then your right. Lowering himself, he hitched your knees and lied flat on his stomach. A bite to your inner thigh, nearly the back. A suck, sharp and strong, that ended with a pop as he released.

Nose inching closer and closer to your core, Alastor could see your hole clenching. A dribble of the evidence of your arousal being forced out and down the cleft of your ass.

You heard and felt his breathing quicken, when a finger slid down your folds you couldn’t stop the raise of your hips.

“There.”

The lights went out with a pop. Shaky breaths as his tongue swiped from entrance to clit. Lick after lick to your center like he was trying to make you clean again. Another moan you were only sure was yours cut through the now biting static that filled the air around you.

Your mind tried to piece together a sentence, “Crazy stuff… it had me so horny”, your hands ran up your chest without thinking, “I was almost hoping Val would put it in before time was gone.”

The static cut. Not even the sound of the fireplace or the crickets in the swamp portaled into his room were present anymore. 

“Isn’t that insane? Have you ever heard of such a drug?” Your eyes had closed, feeling his breath wafting down your saliva coated lips. “Alastor?”

He was being honest when he said he’d not hold it against you. But he hadn’t even considered a situation where you wanted more to happen. Than had been discussed. The very idea of Valentino mixing with you brought bile to his throat.

The drug was to blame and he could understand that, as a man. But as an overlord, as something more akin to animal in some aspects, he had the clawing urge to reclaim you. To write over even the thought of wanting to feel Valentino.

“My darling little doe, I think you need a reminder of just how much of you I possess. And the parts of me you own in turn.” 

You looked down to see glowing eyes from between your legs, his fingers snapped and while you couldn’t see what was happening past the light of his eyes, you could hear the VHS player click and then a small, “Aunt Sara….” whispered in a familiar voice.  

“I don’t understand what’s happened….”

It took a moment to register it was your own voice you were hearing from the darkness. 

“Aunt Sara isn’t here.” 

Alastor’s acting debut crowing from the old TV beside his bayou door. His eyes shifted with a blink from glowing red to black, just sharp dials visible in the shadow of his face.

“She’s made an exchange, she gets extraordinary power….and I get your soul.”

The prongs of a buck ready to clash over his territory creaked past your open thighs.

“But I want more than that. I need more than that.”

˖ ݁𖥔.Summoning the Horny Little Deer Cult.𖥔 ݁ ˖

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[thetinyadventurer]

Thought that made me sit straight up in bed and say “God damn!”: I first saw the trailer for Disney’s Atlantis: The Lost Empire on a VHS tape of the movie Dinosaur. The next year, my parents bought our first ever dvd player and Atlantis was the first dvd we ever got. This was like in 2001/2002. The beginning of a new century and technology was already advancing at a rapid pace… Now we have streaming and such and, damn, do I feel old!

I also think it’s cool that they released Atlantis at the beginning of a new century while the movie took place in the previous century (1914). And it just blows my mind to realize how much of an influence this film had on me: This is the film that introduced me to my love for history (specifically the early 1900’s). Helga Sinclair’s little flip back onto the hot air balloon inspired me to try out gymnastics. Yes, with some help, I actually used to be able to do that on the bars.

Also, Milo-freaking-Thatch! This guy gave me hope in a time in my life where I was a scared and confused little kid. I just remember tiny me going into the first grade the previous year: Brand new school, I was grieving the loss of my cat/dealing with my first experience with death and on top of it all, was aware for the first time in my life that I was VERY different from other children my age. I didn’t get formally diagnosed with ADHD until a few years later but even as a child I knew I didn’t fit in at all. I liked things other kids didn’t, was extremely socially inept and god did I read a lot of books! Anyway, here I am, a neurodivergent little girl who felt excluded and isolated from the other kids and here comes this skinny, kind, brave goofball of a guy with an ancient journal and a dream to find the lost city of Atlantis! Here is Milo James Thatch struggling to fit in with the rest of the group and, at times, getting left out just like me! Here is a guy who’s trying his best to help and making mistakes along the way just like I was! And in the end he finds friends, his dream comes true and he becomes brave! And that was SO COOL as a child to have a character out there that shared similar struggles! He helped me not to feel so alone and I’ll always be grateful for that. Oh, and most of all he taught me to stand up and do the right thing.

Also I HAVE to give a nod to Kida and Helga. Kida influenced me to be kinder to people as a child. She befriended Milo, listened to what he had to say and they learned so much from each other. Kida taught me what it means to be a good friend to someone.

Besides inspiring me to try out for gymnastics, Helga made me want to be stronger. She made me want to stand up for myself. Also, as a little girl, I thought it was so cool to see a lady be out there with the guys, kicking butt and taking names. In an era where a lot of young boys told me “Oh, you can’t do that because you’re a girl!”, Helga helped me to grin and say: “Oh yeah? Just watch!”.

As an adult she actually helped me in a way I didn’t expect. As an adult, Helga REALLY made me think. In an odd way, I guess she’s an example of what happens when you go with the flow of things; When you stay silent in a situation and go along with it, even if you know deep down that it’s wrong. That there are consequences to every action you take and yes, standing by and doing nothing is also a choice. Also, be careful who you give your loyalty to; That you can give absolutely everything to somebody but that they might not be willing to do the same for you. Sometimes, people can and will throw you under the bus (or off the hot air balloon in Helga’s case) for their own gains. This is something I learned the hard way and I’m still recovering from it over twelve years later. But hey at least I didn’t fall several stories onto solid pumice!

Also, for the love of god, do NOT screw around with special things from other cultures. ESPECIALLY if you don’t understand its significance! You could end up as a living rock!

Lastly, real life adventures can be scary but they are SO worth it! It’s better to take chances, especially if you have a dream that you want to accomplish. It may be terrifying and you may hit rock bottom and sometimes you’ll downright fail but don’t let that stop you. If Milo can do it so can you.

Night all!

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

Can you give a snippet from the next chapter of Cabin?

Sure!

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Miles stood over his father watching his every move as he graded his midterms, anxiously awaiting his results. He guessed it was a pro of home school that if he utterly failed his tests then he’d get to study and retake them until he actually understood the material but to the eager boy that seemed like a punishment, prolonging the wait time for the fun of winter break. “Will y’a stop hoverin’ over me,” Pa asked stoically, without even glancing up. “You’re literally breathin’ down my neck.”

He sighed. “What else am I supposed to do then?’

“I don’t know. Go work on one of your art pieces or take a walk or go grab the t.v from the basement and put on a Christmas movie or somethin’. I don’t care as long as y’a stop watchin’ me!”

Miles backed off. I’m too anxious to paint. And it’s freezing outside. He could probably manage to turn off at least part of his racing mind to watch a movie. He made his way to the basement, the certifiably ancient t.v resting in the far corner of the room. Miles thought it’d be easier to just leave the thing in the living room. It was easily fifty pounds, bulky in shape with a built in vhs and dvd player. But his father didn’t want him “killin’ brain cells watchin’ t.v all the time.” And so it remained in the basement unless Pa gave his permission to bring it up.

He struggled to lift the thing up the stairs, resting it on every step until he eventually got to the top. He was huffing and sweaty by the time he finally set the t.v on the coffee table. He caught his breath as he set it up. Pa got up to make some hot chocolate while Miles sorted through a box labeled Christmas movies. He settled on Elf, popping the DVD into the player. The fire crackled, casting the room in a warm glow. Miles settled on the couch, wrapped in his cozy blanket as the dvd auto played movie trailers for films long since released. Pa handed him a warm mug of hot chocolate and a bowl of buttery popcorn, ruffling his hair as he returned to his leather recliner by the hearth. Miles calmed as the film played, basking in the happy holiday feelings but couldn’t stop himself from periodically flicking his gaze over to his father, trying to gauge how well he was doing from quick glimpses of his expression.

Half way into the movie, Pa rose from his seat, moving to sit next to Miles. He put his arm around him, giving his son a side hug. “Passed with flyin’ colors. I didn’t expect anythin’ less.” Miles grinned, glowing from the praise. He snuggled into his father’s hold, resting his head on his shoulder. This is too perfect, Miles thought. He’d fantasized about moments like this when he was little, as he was getting overlooked by all the adults who never failed to be too busy for him. Back then he would have done anything for a crumb of the attention his father gave him in abundance. A content sigh escaped his lips. How did I get lucky enough to deserve this?

[astoundingbeyondbelief]

Kaiju Week in Review (May 28-June 3, 2023)

Yukiko Takayama passed away on June 1. She was the screenwriter of Terror of Mechagodzilla, which closed out the Showa Godzilla series in 1975. Given no instructions from Toho besides "bring back Mechagodzilla," she turned in a surprisingly dark work centered around a peaceful dinosaur transformed into a weapon of war and a cyborg girl struggling to hold on to her humanity. She's also one of only two women to receive a writing credit on a Godzilla film, after Kazue Kibo (Son of Godzilla). She brought back both Titanosaurus and Katsura for the 2016 novella 2075: Meister Titano’s Counterattack, which you can read on Toho Kingdom. Rest in peace.

Skull Island co-showrunner and writer Brian Duffield took to Twitter to answer questions about the show, always a difficult tightrope to walk before your show's actually been released. What we learned: the show is set in the early 90s (so well after Kong: Skull Island but just a little before Skull Island: The Birth of Kong... love these distinct titles). Don't expect any returning characters. Season 1 will be 8 episodes long, and while Season 2 seems to be at least partially written, it's not guaranteed to happen.

More Monsterverse characters have joined Godzilla Battle Line: Mothra and King Ghidorah from Godzilla: King of the Monsters. Poor Rodan got snubbed; there's even a space in the artwork for him. Maybe next update. Mothra looks to be a beast, shielding nearby allies from stun effects when you summon her, slowing down enemies with long-range silk, and boosting her player's energy upon death. King Ghidorah is strong, naturally, but probably too costly.

SRS Cinema continues its hot streak by licensing Kadokawa's 2021 blockbuster The Great Yokai War: Guardians. The film bombed spectacularly, which I can't say I fault Japanese audiences for, but it's still a huge get for such a small company. As usual, the Blu-ray release will come first, with a more widely available DVD to follow. No VHS gimmick for this or The Whale God though; guess Kadokawa wasn't a fan.

I continue to be staggered by how many Movie Monster Series figures Bandai is cranking out: here's Mothra from Godzilla vs. Mothra and Larugeus, Kaigel, and Mammoth Flower from Shin Ultraman. For the sake of sculpt quality, maybe they should slow down; the bird looks traumatized and the plant looks like it's rising out of a dung pile.

[omegaremix]

Mr. Cheapo’s (Commack) shopping list, 2018.

If there was one store that started it all for me, it was Mr. Cheapo’s. It was the first in a long line of mom-and-pop record stores that sold used titles. Brentwood’s Pine Hollow Video was the first store I went for all my hip-hop and rap CDs and cassettes, but realizing that my interest in music was growing, Mr. Cheapo’s showed me what potential was about. The first year of earning a paycheck was the same year I discovered this store. It was where I bought my first stack of used CDs notably from Pearl Jam, Marilyn Manson, and Filter, whose “Dose” promotional single would be the first-ever I’d buy. It’s been around for decades and hasn’t been renovated as long. It’s also the only record store on Long Island to have two locations: Commack and Mineola.

Cheapo’s is just like Talking Heads: same as it ever was. Nothing has changed except for its’ overall stock. New releases behind the counter, near-endless bins of new and used vinyl and CDs with a cassette wall nearing the back. What used to be shelves upon shelves of VHS tapes now have the most extensive used DVD and Blu-ray library of any store. Vintage and classic vinyl 12″ and 45′s were pinned up on the back walls. Boxsets, posters, other 45′s, music-related books, DVDs, and more rows of obvious titles on vinyl and CD made up the rest of the store’s real estate. And plenty of shelves of used pop CDs for $3 each. No. Thank. You.

I didn’t scan the entire store as I was uninterested in all those used pop CDs, so I go right to the jazz / fusion section as I always do. About seven to eight columns wide with another three for soul, funk, and R&B, they didn’t let me down. One, two, three Bob James albums; the stuff of samplists. Blackbyrds, George Benson, and Deodato were mine and so was Jon Lucien whose “A Sunny Day” stood as one of my most-played tracks of all time. Tough that wasn’t found on his Columbia’s Best Of… The Hubert Laws that I passed up a while ago? It’s back in the bin and I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. What I also picked up was The Rolling StonesUndercover. Once in my possession, I decided to give it away to friend and collector Tommy when he found a dump of 500 records one of his customers threw out on the sidewalk. 

A category I haven’t thumbed through in a minute was the hip-hop section, we’re not talking vinyl. For the first time in a while I scored some good titles on disc.Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth and Naughty By Nature were titles that’d be in my collection starting out in the Brentwood days. Jedi Mind Tricks because Vinnie Paz is real underground hip-hop. Got to have M.I.A. in my collection, too. Then I come across P.O.S. whose truly-innovative packaging with interchangeable transparent and solid panels with CMYK theme caught my eye. It harkened back to the pre-internet days of discovering certain artists you never knew existed by purchasing blind. An inquiry for anything Suicide led me to search through the punk bins where I found The Unseen. Watching The Blank Generation made me seeRichard Hell & The VoidoidsBlank Generation disc with bonus tracks in the bins but at first passed it up. Then I find the vinyl re-issue of the same album with live and alternatve versions for double the asking price. In that case, I ended up going for the disc version.

I rounded out my two-hour visit with other odds and ends. Other titles I bought for $2.00 and less were The Jerky Boys, Katt Williams, and Last Stop Standing, a record-shopping documentary. How fitting! Finally, I got a Paula Abdul cassette, one I used to have in my collection until my bro- misplaced it on me. Like I have to answer to any of you.

Blackbyrds, The Action

Deodato 2

Jon Lucien The Best Of…

Bob James 2

Hubert Laws Romeo & Juliet

Deodato Love Island

Rolling Stones Undercover (stickered)

Bob James 3

Deodato Whirlwinds

George Benson White Rabbit

Bob James 4

Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth Mecca & The Soul Brother

Jedi Mind Tricks Legacy Of Blood

Naughty By Nature self-titled

M.I.A. Arular

P.O.S. Never Better special edition disc

Unseen, The Explode

Richard Hell & The Voidoids Blank Generation

M.I.A. Kala

All Dogs 7”

Last Shop Standing DVD

Katt Williams The Pimp Chronicles Vol. 1 DVD

Jerky Boys, The Stop Staring At Me cassette

Paula AbdulForever Your Girl cassette

[1997thebracket]

Round 2B

Elliott Smith’s Either/Or: Separate from the rest, where I like you the best, and keep the things you forgot. Either/Or is the third studio album by singer-songwriter Elliott Smith, recorded in 1997 in the dissolving days of Smith’s former band Heatmiser. The album is characterized by its raw, introspective lyrics and Smith's delicate yet emotionally charged vocals. The tracklist explores themes of love, addiction, despair, self-destruction and self-reflection with haunting tones, often accompanied by Smith's finger-picking guitar work; Either/Or would go on to be regarded as an album of profound tragedy, and would regularly feature on rankings of “saddest records.” The album's intimate and minimalist production adds to its appeal, making it a beloved classic in the indie folk and alternative genres. Either/Or did not chart on release, but Smith would briefly be cast into the international spotlight when he performed the standalone single Miss Misery at the 1998 Academy Awards ceremony, due to the song's appearance in Good Will Hunting and its subsequent Oscar nomination for Best Original Song. Regardless of chart status the album was critically acclaimed, and has only grown a stronger cult fanbase following Smith’s untimely death a few years later.

The DVD Launches in America: It's March 24th, 1997, and as a nation we're starting to get a bit bored of award shows (the more things change, the more they stay the same.) Viewership is down for the 69th Academy Awards, hosted by Billy Crystal; The English Patient is absolutely clearing house and winning Best Picture, but critics would later say that sucked the life out of the room and left a dull atmosphere to hang. During the event, though, something long-delayed is coming to pass, and it'll ensure a spike in viewership for every film that takes home an Oscar moving forward: the DVD is being launched in the United States. Development of technology and the production process to follow can take decades and stagger public access for years, which made the life of the DVD for those behind the scenes feel ages longer than it would actually reign-- but while it reigned, it reigned. For those of a certain age, it's hard to believe the DVD had the keys to the kingdom primarily from '97 to '06 when the Blu-Ray would step onto the scene to mixed success, but split consumer attention with risingly-accessible digital purchases and streaming. By no means is the DVD dead today, it simply enjoys a different life on the shelves of collectors; it is not quite a nostalgic media format yet (as the VHS tape became) but generally exists in a space between what is current and what is retro. The value of owning physical media is gaining recognition in the corporate streaming age, and the DVD has emerged as the face of this above all formats.

[neatfrog]

~Notes~

~occasional 18+ content 🔞🔞

~queer faggot 🌈

~current things I can’t shut the fuck up about: hazbin hotel/helluva boss, fallout, venom (coming soon)

~my art tag here !

~currently taking commissions ✨

~About~

~you can call me kitchie (pronounced like ‘kicsi’ in Hungarian - it’s a joke bc kicsi means small and I’m 4’11”)

~you might have once known me as venomtots

~3 decades alive on this wretched planet

~married to someone I met on tumblr (follow ur dreams, kids)

~I enjoy cats and languages

~I draw (if the brain worms let me), and am capable of writing but haven’t actually done so in years. my white whale is the venom fanfic from 2018 that I still haven’t finished

~I’m autistic and have adhd so if I do something weird pls just blame it on that

~I’m not kidding when I say I’m obsessed with languages, it’s my special interest since I was like 7

~fluent - English and French

~advanced - Hungarian

~also OK - Norwegian, Spanish (Mexico), German, Japanese, Chinese (Mandarin)

~can’t speak/write but can read sorta well enough: Brazilian Portuguese, Dutch, Danish, Swedish, Finnish (the only words I know are probably all from Antti Tuisku songs)

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The rest is just my likes and shit, no obligation to read

~Likes~

video games

favs: Fallout, Baldur’s Gate 3, The Outer Worlds, Rule of Rose, Clocktower, ReMothered, Visage, The Evil Within, Resident Evil, the Dark Pictures series - most survival horror/horror in general.

I’ll admit that I often don’t have the patience for the horror games where you have to be all sneaky and try to find things & escape while constantly being chased, but I still really love those kinds of games and wish I had the patience to play them, so I’ll usually just watch a let’s play

I’m also a slut for some Mario Party, and my adhd ass can sit and play shit like Powerwash Simulator or House Flipper for hours

books/comics

horror/thriller/mystery mostly, but if it sounds interesting I’ll read whatever. we have several shelves of Stephen King books

favs: The Walking Dead, Venom, GoT, A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Hollow Kingdom Trilogy, The Hunger Games

I still read manga occasionally (FMA will always be my #1 favorite)

movies

horror (any kind), foreign films, indie, comedy - again, if it sounds interesting and I’m in the mood then anything is cool. if you like horror and haven’t watched any Asian horror films, you definitely should do that

series/franchises that could be releasing their 20-quillionth remake/sequel and I would still be going to see it: saw, the purge, friday the 13th, scream, nightmare on elm st, VHS, Killjoy, Terrifier

ok I’d probably watch any Hunger Games movie too tbh

and literally anything ari aster does, I know that man’s some kinda fucked up but damn does he make some Movies

also Tubi has some really awesome shit on there, definitely worth checking out

I found Liza a rókatündér (Liza the Fox Fairy) on there and it’s now one of my all-time favorite movies

tv shows

favs: Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Fallout, The Walking Dead, The Boys/Gen V, IWTV, Resident Alien, Hannibal, Ted Lasso, Disenchantment, Paradise PD/Farzar, WWDITS, GoT (minus s8), Supernatural (stopped around s14 and then they did That Thing at the end so it’s more of an old fav now)

I love Scandinavian crime thrillers/dramas 🤣

when starting a series it’s honestly whatever my spouse and I decide we feel like watching at the time. I usually prefer comedy or horror, but we’ve been known to watch other things

I’ll admit I’m also a sucker for crime shows like CSI, I had season 3 on dvd as a kid and rewatched it all the time. I used to watch it and Criminal Minds with my parents so it’s kind of nostalgic cause it’s like one of the few things we all did together

(I used to be into anime but I haven’t really been feeling it for a while. My first anime was InuYasha (still holds a special place in my heart). My all-time favorite is Fullmetal Alchemist, and I enjoyed Death Note and JJBA a feral normal amount. Black Butler was also 👌🏻 and I still need to finish the manga)

music

90% of the music I listen to isn’t in English. I don’t really need to understand the lyrics, I just like how it sounds. It does end up being funny sometimes though when you find out you’ve been bopping it to a song that’s repeatedly calling someone’s mom a whore

Most Listened: Antti Tuisku, Apulanta, Evelina, Szakács Gergő, ByeAlex, Intim Torna Illegál, Leander Kills, Dubioza, KYO, Stromae, Siri Nilsen - etc (Linkin Park is still an all-time favorite as far as American music goes)

I admit I’ve been obsessed with the hazbin hotel soundtrack lately

ok I won’t say no to the occasional k-pop or j-rock song (I used to be Obsessed lol)

that said I’ll listen to literally anything if it sounds good (nice beats make brain go brrr). only genre I actively dislike is post-9/11 country music

~Dislikes~

spiders (i’m sorry lil dudes ur rly cool y’all just irrationally scare me), making phone calls, unwarranted rudeness

[ask-artsy-oncie]

It’s really easy to write-off the Disney Renaissance nowadays, since A) it’s been so long since it happened, and B) formulated nostalgia for these films is being forced down our throats so constantly now that we really are encouraged to associate these films purely with childhood (and therefore something either only children can love, or otherwise one can only love through the lens of being nostalgic for their childhood)

But I think that’s a pretty reductive way at looking at these films. So a lot of times I like to go back and watch them from the perspective of the context they premiered in, especially since animation wasn’t seen as a medium specifically for children when the Renaissance started. And even though I don’t always like these films, retrospectively, I can respect them a hell of a lot more than I ever could as a kid.

Specifically, I think about the context through which The Little Mermaid came out a lot. My mother was born in the 60′s and therefore basically grew up during Disney’s dark ages. She would describe to me how impactful this movie was, how it brought the magic back to Disney. That’s a big deal for a company basically known for imparting magic onto the public, like this movie is one credited with starting the Renaissance.

And I’m able to look at it like. Sure, it’s not much, now. It’s undoubtedly beautiful for the most part, but rather basic, and even kind of visually flat at times. The writing isn’t the most inventive thing, and the songs have been so played to death that I don’t find myself listening to the soundtrack outside of when Mama’s playing it in her car. It’s not a bad movie, it’s just a basic one, given the entire rest of the Renaissance to compare it to.

But looking at it from the point of view of someone who had barely a pinch of movies that could be described as true “Disney Classics” between the death of Walt and the release of The Little Mermaid... Yeah. This shit would have blown my tits clean off if I still had them. With the amount of thought and effort that went into the presentation of this movie, despite the fact that it was as much of a gamble as it was, I genuinely think this movie can be called brave despite how basic it is. Because you can see how much care was put into it, how it compares to the Dark Ages - which weren’t bad, and which I don’t actually dislike (and neither does Mama), but don’t carry quite the same level of ambitious presentation. It’s awe-inspiring with that context in mind.

I don’t really know where, exactly, I’m going with this. Just, I dunno, go pirate a Disney Renaissance movie, or preferably try to get an early DVD release second-hand, because as far as I can tell, most piracy sites use the Blu-Ray rips that may have changes from the original theatrical/early home video releases. Buy a VHS or a laserdisc if you have the means to play one, just for the love of god, don’t subscribe to Disney+ just to watch these movies, since it’s not even the best way to watch them (they’re also Blu-Ray rips).

But anyways, do watch these movies, and try to consider them through the context of which they were released. I even think looking up the theatrical posters is a good idea if you haven’t actually seen them, yet. They were genuinely trying to hook general audiences, not just children, with these movies. They’re worth revisiting, and hopefully gaining a round of newfound respect.

[freakingoutthesquares]

F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.I.V.E.

Tour Diary 2: Russell

Japan to Scandinavia Jan-Feb 1996

By definition, touring involves a lot of travel, and this, coupled with the fact that often you're playing several concerts back-to-back, can all add up to making you rather exhausted. It's not so much the long hours of being on tour, as the intensive bursts of being on stage. It's more a question of adrenaline than physical energy. But you see, for me, playing concerts is just about the only thing about being in a band I really love. The recording, promotion and all the rest of the stuff is just the foreplay, it’s the concert that's the climax.

However, like all the great pursuits of mankind, what makes a good concert always remains elusive. It's got to be more than people simply enjoying music. There has to be some kind of connection, some unmeasurable factor, which marks it out as a special event.

The only real problem I have with any of the travel is with flying. It's an illogical but entirely natural fear. I can't help being aware that I'm in a lump of metal which really wants to plummet several thousand feet to the ground. What I do now is rely upon drugs, legally prescribed drugs, I hasten to add. But they don't do much and I'm still scared. They're supposed to make you go to sleep but all they do for me is make me slightly numb around the edges. Then when I get off the plane, I don't go to sleep either, because I'm full of this great sense of euphoria that I'm still alive.

VHS—Released 28 October 1996 (Also on the Ultimate Live DVD 2005) Concert Recorded Live at Brixton Academy, 21 December 1995 The tour diary was filmed on Pulp's 1995-6 tour of Europe and Japan. Tour diaries are narrated by Robert Hulse, and NOT the band members themselves - which is a pity really.

Info: PulpWiki

Transcription: Me.

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

I got to learn some more Silver Fang facts, about how it was really popular in all of the Nordic countries and not in the rest of the world at all. It was even popular in Greenland apparently.

I gotta admit it feels a bit like a generational thing, because I don't think I ever heard of it growing up (born in the early 00s). However, I asked some people around my age and some of them knew it super well and said it indeed was super famous. Others had, like me, only really heard the name but barely the plot.

But, it never aired on TV and only was released on vhs and later dvd. So, I think the knowledge comes from whether or not you happened to own it as a kid.

It is said to be the most popular in Finland and all the finnish comments talk about it like it's as well known as the moomins (I may overexaggerate but they talked about it like it was THE thing everyone knew). Can any finn confirm that? It's called "hopeanouli" there while it's Silver Fang in all other nordic countries

[spc-rambles]

I have never been too interested in home media collection, let alone Thomas home media. Now I do recognise that they were the backbone of selling the show during the classic era but I wasn’t one of those who went out of their way to collect all there is as an adult.

That said, I was randomly thinking about my childhood days of watching Thomas, among other British 80’s and 90’s preschool shows, and I wanted to share my first exposure to certain episodes because I knew those who were interested in home media might be interested.

All My Childhood VHS’s

None of them I currently still own

All the following were released for VHS, but I had the DVD releases:

The rest of the model series I’ve watched on TV blocks on Nick Jr. The episodes ‘Mavis’, ‘Gallant Old Engine’ and ‘Toad Stands By’ I didn’t watch until after I read the original ‘The Railway Series’ stories in this omnibus book:

Beyond the model series, the only DVDs I have now are all the specials sans ‘Day of the Diesels’.

[whatthe4355]

Alright, fuck it

Here's my Scooby Doo media conservation rant

Ready?

:readmore:

Alright, so where to start. I guess let's start with the beginning, with shows first

Scooby-Doo Where Are You! (SDWAY)

There's technically 2 seasons. Some people call it three. I denote the season by the change in intro and tone.

Anyway. If you want to watch the Classic SDWAY you can't. Not exactly. You may be able to find parts streaming but not the entirety. If you're lucky you'll find the "Best Hits" of season one (what a knight for a fright, hastle at the castle etc) but you won't find certain ones that are, in a word, obviously insensitive. It wasn't as bad in the "first season" so there's only a couple missing episodes (you can find them on DVD, most of the issues w/ first season are native american insensitivity). The second season is the one people forget about, and OOF does it age like milk. This season is where you get the chase songs with actual lyrics(the infamous "I married an ostrich" comes to mind) The rather offensive episode in a Chinatown section of a city is in this run. Usually , you only get Jeepers! It's the creeper! From this run if you get any at all.

Summery: it is morally ethical to pirate this one bc of lost albeit offensive content.

The New Scooby Doo Movies (TNSDM)

You might be wondering in the heck this is. Well, this one is the second series of Scooby Doo, and honestly probably aged the best out of the 70s Scooby Doo. Youve got real comedians, the globe trotters, Batman and Robin and even the Addams Family! It's a lot of good self contained fun for 45 minutes. Unfortunately, you HAVE to pirate it. I'm not sure if there even is a DVD release of these (I have the Batman and Robin one on VHS).

Summary: there's no legal way to watch this. Do yourself a favor and pirate this one. It holds up the best out of the original three Scooby Doo shows.

The Scooby Doo Show (TSDS)

This third show ages a tiny bit better than SDWAY, but still has some era consistent casual racism and bad taste indigenous portrayal. It's better than the first show, and to the point companies aren't afraid to stream it. It's a little uncanny at first watch as it feels nigh identical to SDWAY, but shifted about 5 degrees to the left. Overall a step down from TNSDM, but solid. I will note, this show title technically covers an era of Scooby Doo, but for simplicity and sanity Im just referring to it as The Scooby Doo Show.

Summary: Pirate if you want to. it's good fun and would suggest watching instead of SDWAY if you really want old Scooby Doo legally.

Scooby-Doo and Scrappy Doo (the series)

I'm not sure what to say here honestly. I haven't delved too deep into this one. Scrappy-Doo's annoying factor varies wildly from episode to episode and can range in role from either Fred or Velma for the episode. Weird fuckin stuff.

Summary: pirate if you want, I'm not your mom. You can't really watch legally last i checked

Scooby-Doo and Scrappy Doo (the shorts)

Oh gd there's more of him? Okay. So I don't know if these are actually preserved or not but they sure as hell arent gonna be streaming. Short form, widely disliked, failing era is a recipe for media loss.

Summary: Cryptid. If you can find it, archive and save it. You might end up with the last copy of this show or something.

The New Scooby Doo Mysteries

How is there three series with Scrappy Doo in a staring role and not Scooby Dum? Ask Hanna Barbera, because I sure as hell don't know. Is this one preserved? Again, I don't know.

Summary: much like the other two Scrappy Doo Shows, I don't know if this is preserved. Probably?

The Thirteen Ghosts of Scooby-Doo

Fully saved and on a free platform to boot. You can stream on Tubi as of writing. Piracy also works too.

A Pup Named Scooby Doo

Okay we are out of the dark age of Scooby Doo. This show is available on itunes, but only the first two seasons. The rest you're going to have to pirate.

Summary: just pirate it. Its wholesome and fun.

What's new Scooby Doo?

This is a great one, and unfortunately in rights limbo between Netflix and HBO max. It's basically all you want from the original Scooby Doo minus the casual and rampant stereotyping. This is the show that really made em want to make this rant. It's the show that revived Scooby Doo on tv, and got reruns of the old stuff onto boomerang.

PIRATE

Shaggy & Scooby-Doo Get a Clue!

For all intents and purposes, it's a spinoff of the main series. 2 seasons, both available on HBO max*mimes vomiting* and only one on DVD. About the half baked approach you'd expect from Hanna Barbera for home release.

Honestly, either piracy or streaming works. It's just not a great show imo.

Scooby-Doo! Mystery Incorporated

There's so much good to be said about this show that I'd need another post to cover it. To give just a brief glimpse of it's splendor: at the time it ran, there was a flash game updated weekly where you played out that week's episode in game. Like, just a masterful take on Scooby Doo.

Summary: it's on Netflix. Go watch it. If you can't afford that, pirate. Any way you can watch it, DO IT.

Be cool Scooby Doo!

A show that probably deserves more love than hate, harkens back to the era of "whatever goes" tv, in a good way. Animation is pretty not good, writing is decent.

It's on boomerang, but what else is on there?? Pirate if you're bored.

Scooby-Doo and Guess Who?

A poor man's revival of the new Scooby Doo movies. It forgets a lot of what made that show work in general, and focuses on the celebrities heavily.

Also on boomerang. Pirate if you really want, id recommend just rewatching the new Scooby Doo movies.

Velma. No. Just. No.

The creator is a right wing transphobe and you should not even give her the satisfaction of a hate watch.

If you watch this one I'm not your friend.

Movies will be a separate post tomorrow, this took a while.

[callgespenst]

My Ohayocon 2k23 Writeup

Every time I go to a con and I think “wow, so much happened, that was fun” and then it all blends together with every other con I’ve ever been to after a few weeks. This will be the first of hopefully many convention diaries/life updates so I can look back in a few years and -not- wonder where the time has gone.

THURSDAY: while the con had events (mostly badge pickup, really) on Thursday, we elected to skip out to go see the Reincarnated as a Slime movie before the weekend really got started. Good movie! Got cash out for the con and some last minute supplies (more E6000 glue for my boot covers).

FRIDAY: My wife and I both had to work in the morning but as soon as that was done we got our costumes on and got out the door! I wore my Paptimus Scirocco cosplay, which I haven’t taken the chance to do since ANYC 2019. (There haven’t been a whole lot of anime cons since then, or at least, not ones I’ve felt safe going to). Got in, bought our badges at the door (almost glad we didn’t pre-reg, the line for that was much longer) and went straight to the dealer’s room. Ran into a few friends, went to our long time favorite vendors of Otaku Joseph and Megaroad, and didn’t actually spend a whole lot of money because our collections are already massive and out of control. I got a lot of small stuff (my last daily photo) going through some dealer’s bins and chatted with a guy who was also looking through for cool robots. After that was dinner with friends at the local pizzeria, and a panel, and then we left early.

THE PANEL: Went to a guest panel for Shin Kurokawa, who worked on the AnimEigo Macross release in the early aughts. I’ve learned a lot about early anime fan culture (exchanging raw VHS tapes, some of the first cons, etc), but never really heard anything about working from an official perspective at that point, so that was fascinating. Used to be a lot harder to make DVDs, that’s for damn sure. Kurokawa revealed that the release of the DVD set got pushed up, after being delayed for a while, because 9/11 happened, a lot of people cancelled their preorders, and they wanted to cut their losses. So then someone at the end of the panel, starts to ask “So, if 9/11 hadn’t happened...” and everyone starts laughing because, what a way to open a question about anime.

SATURDAY: Our friend Koji came up for the day so a lot of our Saturday was showing them around the dealer’s hall, artist’s alley, and taking photos (I was Gamlin on Saturday, and my wife was dressed as Nekki Basara all weekend). We got lunch at North Market during the only lull in the ramen place’s line, and managed to show Koji around and have a good time. Took those two back early and then went back to the con center on my own.

KARAOKE: Fumbled my way through Totsugeki Love Heart, I usually do a lot better but I felt weirdly self-conscious at the time. The funny part was before karaoke, when we were sitting outside the room in line. The hosts were doing a sound test, and it sounded suspiciously like “The Borderline” by Sharon Apple. So I turn to my buddy next to me in line and say “Hey, isn’t that The Borderline?” and he says “I don’t think it is”. So I go up and open the door just to confirm, and I was right! And in my con-powered enthusiasm I turn around and shout “IT -IS- THE BORDERLINE, FUCK YOU ANTHONY!” to the confusion of most of the other people around us.

SATURDAY EVENING: Went to go get pizza again with a slightly different group of friends. Met a Quattro cosplayer who seemed pretty cool. Ended up sitting around for three or four hours just bullshitting, which is always good. Got tired and left just before midnight.

SUNDAY: Designated Mahjong Day. Most of the rest of my usual group didn’t show up until one, so I played some DDR (did awful) and some Initial D (did alright). I think that was the exact motivation I needed to get back into playing DDR more seriously, accidentally put on a ten-footer (on basic mode!) and got most of the way through it even though it wasn’t a song I was familiar with. Just gotta build my stamina back up. Then I helped with a mahjong teaching session, which was a nice confidence booster, I felt like I was doing pretty well with three players who were mostly unfamiliar with the game. We had -both- genders of Americans interested in riichi mahjong, “played it via Yakuza”, and “played it via FFXIV”. The game room closed early due to snow, and then we went home.

OTHER HIGHLIGHTS: the literal, honest to god barbershop quartet that was there on Sunday. I don’t think they were there as attendees, they just went to entertain a crowd, and they were pretty damn good. Their group name was “The Fourskins”, and you can “follow them on nowhere”.

All in all, I had a great convention! No drama, no bullshit. Fewer of the lads made it this year than usual, but those who did come, I got to have a good time with, which is what counts. For my next convention I really need to submit some panels, cons don’t quite feel right without them.

[princesscolumbia]

I was in my teens when Star Trek: The Next Generation was announced...

I was a weeb before we had the word for it...

I was reading sci-fi when Tom Swift was still someone everyone recognized as a character (not even talking about how the creators were racist... Look up the origin of the word "taser" sometime)...

I watched whole seasons of television for shows you can only find mention of on Wikipedia and have never had a VHS release, let alone DVD, and forget finding them for streaming...

I was on the Internet before modern fandoms were a mote in the fandoms eye...

I watched as there Ranma fandom tore itself apart in the first Internet shipping war...

... And I had ADHD during ALL of it.

Child, sweet baby...I contain multitudes. I could talk about lore the rest of the world forgot for days without pause. My social battery is recharged when I get free reign to explain my passions. I am become hyperfixation, destroyer of sanity.

the spn drama could take a whole year to explain in the least so i’m good

[crisis-aversion]

I feel the need to elaborate on this. Mostly because it’s kinda funny

Of the theatrical releases (that I am aware of) I have seen:

The Phantom Menace 1 1/13 times

Attack Of The Clones 1 time

Revenge Of The Sith 1/7 times

A New Hope 2 times

Empire Strikes Back 1 time

Return Of The Jedi 0 times

The Force Awakens 2 1/13 times

The Last Jedi 2 1/3 times

The Rise Of Skywalker 2 times

Rogue One 2 times

Solo 1 time

The main reason I never finished the OG Trilogy is that the first time we tried to watch SW through, when I was like. 12. We started at the beginning

Chronologically

So with two movies before we got to ANH (we didn’t own ROTS at the time, and in fact I don’t believe we do even now), we got distracted before we actually watched ESB

This is how movie marathons usually go in the family. We make it a few movies in and get distracted, so usually we never make it through the whole series. Or at minimum I’ve lost the ability to pay full attention to the third in a trilogy

To be fair we did watch a trilogy that time. It just wasn’t the correct three movies

Dad found ROTS at the library, but I had also borrowed the Marvel Encyclopedia at the same time (12 year old me loved Marvel). So I was too busy reading that to pay attention to ROTS. I only actually paid attention to a small handful of scenes

I didn’t have the same problem of not finishing the trilogy with the sequels, but it may have been because I didn’t watch them back to back because the dvds came from different christmases (I don’t remember whether I got them all at once or roughly in the same years they came out in). I half shipped Reylo after the first time I watched the sequels, mostly bc I love enemies to lovers and liked Kylo

Solo was one I got on dvd for Christmas roughly the same year as release

Rogue One is one of the few movies I’ve seen in theater when it was originally playing, and I own it on Blu-ray so I’ve seen it twice (though I wasn’t paying too much attention the second time, dad wanted to watch it and I was distracted by something I don’t remember)

The second time we attempted to watch the og trilogy we made (technically) more progress then the first time. We started on ANH so we wouldn’t have the series burn out but we still never managed to make it to the third movie

The second time we watched the sequels was bc I randomly found some sequel fics while reading SW stuff in AO3 and realized I barely remembered who these characters are and declared an impromptu binge. Somehow we made it all the way through for once, but that was mostly because I had somehow obtained a hyperfixation on Hux from fanfic despite not remembering who Hux even was other than a vague memory from the first time I watched the sequels of going “he’s hot” *not that long after* “oh no”

I found Reylo (and especially Rey) boring the second time around and have come to actively hate it due to the inability to kriffing find sequels fan content that doesn’t have it unless you manually filter it out

Not that long after that I rewatched approximately the last ten minutes of TFA and 50 minutes or so of TLJ because they were on Cable when I was visiting my grandparents and I still had a hyperfixation (why my SW fixation is specifically on the sequels, one specific book probably no one has heard of, and a parasocial relationship with the clones through my one friend and fanfic is beyond me. No one ever said I have taste)

I’d finish watching the og trilogy, but the tv and VCR aren’t compatible and the DVD player we connected them through died. So I physically can’t until we either find dvd/blu-ray copies thrifting or get to the library

For reference, the copies we own are as follows:

Phantom Menace: a VHS recorded off (presumably) a tv broadcast (incidentally how I came to rewatch the first ten minutes of it during our Matrix binge in 2020, because it was immediately after the first one and dad wanted a nap before we started the rest of the trilogy)

Attack Of The Clones: thrifted dvd (somehow, twice. Presumably mom or I forgot it was ROTS not AOTC we didn’t own yet)

Revenge Of The Sith: none, to my knowledge

A New Hope/Empire Strikes Back/Return Of The Jedi: VHS, in a box set. I don’t know how or when dad came into possession of it

Sequels and Solo: dvds, brand new

Rogue One: blu-ray, brand new