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hazelnut-u-out · 1 year

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Rick losing his original family makes me even sadder when I think about the fact that Morty and Summer are basically his kids. He lives with them and takes a much more active role in their lives than most grandparents. He's also pretty much raising Morty (he's doing a terrible job lmao, but he is.) He lost all his children. He lost Jerry, too.

yeahhhhh, 100%.

he’s morty’s primary caregiver at this point, and it kind of feels like the first time in his life morty has ever actually had a primary care giver.

i mentioned this in one of my other posts, but for the longest time after the s5 finale/s6 premier i assumed that rick would pop into the s1 prime dimension on occasion to see if prime had come back, and ran into little morty then. that entire assumption relies on the the inference that morty was pretty heavily neglected and left to his own devices, even at such a young age.

i mean, who in their right mind would leave their baby completely alone in the front hallway while they’re learning to walk?

we ofc don’t know if that’s how rick really knew a morty baby, but it really says something that that’s what someone would immediately deduce.

morty himself even confronts beth about the neglect in “a rickconvenient mort,” and we have plenty of scenes (like in “raising gazorpazorp”) that are open about the neglectful/horrible parents beth and jerry are. even though jerry is shown to be more affectionate towards the kids, he’s always been too busy orbiting beth to be a decent father. (you could also get into the state of morty’s room compared to the rest of the house, or even summer’s room. it’s full of childlike toys and posters because he’s really just a little boy, but there’s mold and mildewy spots- even though he keeps his room relatively tidy.)

one scene that really stuck out to me is when rick takes morty to school in “juricksic mort.” it seems like rick has been one of the people making sure that morty gets there for a while now, considering how the whole scene goes down. (which, what a great contrast from his character in s1. he’s gone from making excuses to justify ruining morty’s education to making sure he gets there on time.)

“rick! mom’s working and dad’s still asleep! i’m gonna be late.” “… just get the keys.”

no pushback from rick at all, just casually taking morty to school. i also like the detail that rick is up that early in the morning, like he’s part of the smith family weekly morning rush routine. he’s just relaxed after summer’s off to school and beth’s at work, drinking some beer and watching the news.

that really seems like rick’s been taking morty to school everyday, or at least often. it’s also a great example of a moment where rick steps up as the “dad” or “patriarch” of the house to fill in for jerry again.

rick doing household chores and shaking his head at the kids in disappointment in “final desmithation” is something that makes me feel like rick is more of a parental figure to the kids than the actual smith parents, too.

(rick sanchez in his matriarch era lol)

(i also just love this little scene of him drinking wine with beth while she plays “operation” and the kids sit around. it’s such a sweet little detail that makes me think about what a subtle act of affection it is to drink wine with her because that’s her drink of choice. it’s also reminiscent of rick “making up for lost time” with his little girl, because it’s horse operation. some things never change- like your daughter playing with horse toys while you watch and have a little drink- even if you’re an old man and she has kids of her own now.)

another episode that i think really embodies rick being the only one who goes out of his way to care about/look after the kids is “rickmancing the stone.” sure, he has that whole blurb about how summer is completely replaceable, but he never actually tries to replace them with versions of themselves from other realities. he just kind of tries to buy time and hopes that they’ll eventually want to come back.

i love the scene where he says, “we need to get you guys home so you can properly deal with your parents’ divorce!”

it seems so genuine to me. he’s a dick, but he’s a dick that’s worried about his grandkids.

being a nurturing father figure, especially with children, is something that seems to come naturally to rick. it’s like part of his nature that’s just been waiting to peek out, even though he’s a jaded old asshole now. “a different kind of rick,” exactly.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #asks

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hooked-on-elvis · 2 months

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"(Marie's the Name) His Latest Flame" (1961) 📀

Written by Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman, the song was first recorded by Del Shannon and released in his album 'Runaway with Del Shannon' (June 1961).

About the same time the song was released by Shannon, Elvis was recording his version during a studio session for RCA on June 25, 1961, on RCA’s Studio B in Nashville.

Del Shannon's recording (released on June 1961):

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Elvis' version (released on August 1961)

Elvis released the song as a single on August 8, 1961, with 'Little Sister' as its B-side. The single sold millions of copies, peaked No. 4 on the Billboard Hot 100 and No. 2 on the Easy Listening chart. It also peaked No. 1 in the UK charts (4-weeks-stay).

ABOUT THE STUDIO SESSION:

The recording of “(Marie’s The Name Of) His Latest Flame” was like a party. “It’s a good song. I like it,” Elvis ventured, “even if it takes us thirty-two hours.” Taping started with what was still a rehearsal, an almost acoustic rundown with Buddy on congas and Boots on shakers chugging out the Bo Diddley beat Mort Shuman had given the song. Take three added the sound of a shoebox, and Elvis’s voice melted every lyrical line into pure vocal delight. Slowly the sound grew more forceful as they continued: On take four Hank Garland shifted to tic-tac bass, while Jordanaire Neal Matthews took over on guitar and Buddy Harman left the congas to return to the drums. “I need to hear it the whole way through,” he said when Elvis said he had skipped a beat, “to get the [drum] pattern.” Every variation was tried: Floyd Cramer took a stab at the organ, Hank Garland toned down the tic-tac. In the middle of the night they stopped and put in a call to Mort Shuman: How had he gotten the piano sound on the demo? Each take brought the song from a charming campfire singalong closer and closer to a fully realized pop record. When Shuman heard the finished product, he noticed not only the different piano sound but the curious intro—just three bars long, one shorter than any conventional arrangement would have suggested. The same thing had occurred on “Surrender”; whether it was intentional cleverness or just Elvis’s impatience, it gave the song a fresh, surprising kickoff. — Except from 'ELVIS PRESLEY: A LIFE IN MUSIC' by Ernst Jorgensen and Peter Guralnick.

The first time the song was released in one of Elvis Presley's LPs would be on "Elvis’ Golden Records, Volume 3" (August 1963), album in which 'Little Sister' also was released on.

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OTHER VERSIONS:

The Smiths released a medley of the song with Rusholme Ruffians as a live track on the 1988 album 'Rank'.

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Elvis really turned this track into something else.

Let's not forget 'Little Sister' now. The song was recorded during the same studio session as '(Marie's The Name) His Latest Flame' (June 25, 1961) - it was recorded just after it, actually.

Elvis' live performances of this track throughout his 70s era concerts are amazing (I don't know about you, I just can't sing this song without the 'Get back, get back, get back to where you once belonged' part tho).

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#elvis presley #top ten hits #del shannon #the smiths #morrissey #the beatles #elvis #elvis the king #elvis fans #elvis fandom #elvis history #50s elvis #elvis music #Youtube

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katy-133 · 1 year

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Solaricks and Setup/Payoff

Solaricks (s6e1) has become my favourite episode of Rick and Morty. There's several reasons why, but the one I'd like to talk about today is.

Solaricks is an excellent example of Chekhov's Gun (the dramatic principle that recommends details within a story will become important to the overall narrative later on).

It's comparable to the "spaghetti disaster" episode in s3e12 of Bojack Horseman--A culmination of various things introduced in different episodes all becoming important for one big event that is greater than the sum of its parts.

In order for the overall plot beats of Solaricks to have happened, and for the viewers to have the full context of the different pieces, they will have watched the following episodes:

S5E10 Rickmurai Jack: The episode starts with Rick and Morty stranded in the Citadel with little hope of rescue. The place is in ruins and they can't portal out of there. This is the aftermath of the previous episode, which was season 5's finale.

S4E10 Star Mort Rickturn of the Jerri: Rick and Morty are then rescued by Space Beth, who is introduced properly in Star Mort Rickturn of the Jerri. (There are also even earlier episodes that lead to her appearance, but her first speaking role is s4e10.)

S2E2 Mortynight Run: Near Solarick's start, Jerry starts glowing green and asks why. Rick explains that they're about to jump to their original dimensions. Jerry then realises he's not from their current dimension because he got swapped with another Jerry in the Jerryboree. An event we see at the end of Mortynight Run as a quick throwaway gag.

S1E6 Rick Potion #9: Morty then gets teleported to a version of Earth that is overgrown, is full of hostile monsters, and meets an alternate version of his father, Jerry, who is now very different. This is the aftermath of the Rick Potion #9 episode wherein Morty and Rick left their version of Earth after being unable to save it.

S1E10 Close Rick-Counters of Rick Kind: The idea of dimension-hopping has been important to the show since episode 1, but we are only fully introduced to the concept that Rick and Morty can meet alternate version of themselves (and ones that are evil) in Close Rick-Counters of Rick Kind. This is key for this episode, as we meet Rick Prime, a version of Rick that is willing to kill his own grandson's father.

S3E1 The Rickshank Redemption: We get a scene with Rick Prime, who was previously introduced in Rick's backstory, which Rick at the time had said was made up. This is later proven to be wrong in s4e10 where Morty glimpses Rick's memories and sees Rick Prime in them. The s3 backstory explained that Rick Prime killed our Rick's wife and daughter.

S3E9 The ABC's of Beth: Rick is able to fight off Rick Prime's robots using his cybernetic arms, which he gave himself in The ABC's of Beth after he gets attacked by a creature in Beth's childhood world Rick built for her.

In total, that's about 7+ episodes spread through 5 different seasons. It's hard for writers of a television series to be able to coordinate the use of Chekhov's Gun within 1 season, but Rick and Morty's unusual commission situation (they were commissioned by Adult Swim back in 2018 to make 100 episodes) I imagine allows the writers to mentally go, "Okay, here's where we are, here's where we should be by season 10." And it's interesting to see how that affects the writing and design of the show.

The episode Solaricks is able to manage a bunch of moving parts in such a way that it shows the writers have been paying attention to past events in the series. It's the care of continuity (something Rick lies about not caring about) that I appreciate.

#rick and morty #my text #storytelling #chekhov's gun #bojack horseman

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creativenicocorner · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by nobody! I saw this and felt like doing it to get back in the writing groove of things and maybe procrastinate just a teeny bit ♡

Tagging @babblish @dreamcrow @niemalsetwas @mangatxt @plantpretender and anyone else who would like to!! Also no hard feelings if you don't feel like doing this

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

32 and counting!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

605,281 and counting!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I used to do a LOT of Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons) but a few things happened in the show / movie that made me feel... idk, I'm on a bit of a break for the time being. I also write a couple of Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game) fics to explore my silly DnD OCs While my current writing obsessions being Discworld - Terry Pratchett and モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Unbecoming 2 Electric Boogaloo (ToA)

Terpsichore - The Comedy of the Danse Macabre - ACT I (ToA)

Cold Green Tea and Colder Feet (mp100)

We'll Meet Again (ToA)

A Study of Avium and Apium (ToA)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do!! I try to respond to all comments!! I can't always promise my response will be prompt, and sometimes I get in my own head and feel...worried? As if my response will somehow sway someone to not want to keep reading? But that's a me thing I'm working through Long answer short: Yes! I do respond to comments!! I adore them and they make me so very very happy!! Honestly a comment can be such a game changer, and a relief to my heart and I just HAVE to express my gratitude for taking the time to tell me such nice words!! I'll always try to respond to them!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm I have yet to finish the fic with the angstiest ending planned. I don't tend to write angst unless there is an ending that has some level of hope and happiness in it - for now.

But yeah, I suppose Unbecoming 2 Electric Boogaloo and The Last Changeling will eventually have some pretty angsty endings.

As well as several fics within the The Collected Tellings of Shigir and Other Changeling Folktales series which can be quite grim.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Another tricky question!! The majority my fics tend to have a happy ending planned despite the highs and lows I hope I manage to put my readers through.

Bit of a cop out answer I know, but it is what it is lol

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've only had that happen to me once lol. Once so far and for the silliest reason that left me just shaking my head for the most part

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! Not as often as my other stuff though. Hmm quite a bit of orgasm control I suppose.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

IVE WRITTEN ONE CROSSOVER AND ITS MY FAVORITE AND I HOPE THE STARS ALIGN FOR ME TO FINISH IT!!!

A Funny Old World MY BELOVED!!! It is essentially the Discworld and Mp100 crossover fic no one asked for hahaha

Quite literally "Reigen Arataka 🤝 Moist von Lipwig" the fic

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that...I'm aware of...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Again not that I'm aware of...and no one has yet to approach me to do so. Though sometimes I think of translating it myself into Italian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! It was a great time with @megan0013 on the 23rd chapter of their fic Fallout where we combined the Fallout story with my made up Changeling Folktales.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

I'm too bisexual for this question, I have, like, a fat stack of ships I adore. But of the ones I've written (in no specific order of importance) I really love Adora Belle and Moist, Serizawa and Reigen, Barbara and Strickler, Mort and Ysabell, Polly and Mal, and the list just goes on haha

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I don't think I appreciate the defeatist tone of this question haha. I'm sure I'll finish all of them...eventually. Some go in hibernation a little longer than others, that I won't lie. Hmm though, I'm going to be honest with myself the Terpsichore series seems to be the loftiest of goals at the moment. Who even knows when I'll finally finish it...but, like I said, I'd like to hold out hope that, someday it'll get done lol

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I'm quite good at keeping characters in character, and my writing 'voice' is quite charming sometimes. I've also been told I'm quite good at writing cozy comfort fics. I hope, one day, I'll be able to add horror and suspense to the list of writing strengths.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Making things concise, I think. Sweet short and to the point. I'd love to get better at suspense and horror, just making readers sweat - you know?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Oh man I have a lot of Thoughts about this actually XPP here's hoping they make sense!!

Depends on the characters, and what language they are speaking and what language the characters know beyond what they are speaking.

I viscerally do not appreciate it when, okay... here's an example: Character A and Character B are both speaking Italian, because the characters are Italian - so even though the fic and author is writing in English we ALL know that Character A and Character B are speaking Italian - so why add in an English dialogue bits of actual Italian?? We all know they are speaking Italian to begin with!! UNLESS, for instance, Character B for a moment spoke in a regional dialect which is different than the standard language.

I tend to call this the "Silenzio Bruno!" situation. Why are you having a character who is supposedly already speaking in a language suddenly say something of that language. It shouldn't be "Silenzio Bruno!" but "Quiet Bruno!" though in some cases I get it...and who knows maybe it'll perk up the interest of people and kids to learn other languages but oof does it rub me the wrong way sometimes

Wait hmmm perhaps thats too confusing

OKAY

EXAMPLE: In Glow Worms I have Serizawa as half Brazilian (there's in fact a huge Brazilian population within Japan! As well as a huge Japanese population within Brazil! Here are two fascinating video essays on the subject if interested [X] [X]).

When Serizawa is speaking with Reigen it is clear and obvious they would speak Japanese amongst themselves and around them, I wouldn't include actual Japanese unless it's a word that I can't really translate well, or is very clearly specific within the Japanese language (the difference between writing 'screen door' and 'shoji door' - both doors, but evoke different specific things). However, when Serizawa speaks with his mother there are often times Portuguese would crop up - an indicator that Serizawa is no longer speaking Japanese in that moment, or phrase or sentence.

The same can be said with Moist von Lipwig, and when he's speaking Morporkian vs Überwaldian. It is agreed that everyone tends to speak Morporkian to some degree as a defect-o Lingua Franca Quirma, and when they're not they're very clearly not!

NOW! In those moments when characters are speaking another language I prefer either it's something that can be figured out via context clues, or a translation is provided either in a footnote or by the character(s) themselves. This is something I feel more confident with if a character is speaking Italian, because then I don't have to worry about translator engines not translating something properly lol But I try to be as respectful and accurate as possible, and if I can't then I wouldn't attempt it and describe in the text that Character A and Character B are speaking another language amongst themselves.

OR (and this is something else I'm doing in Glow Worms) I'll describe a character speaking another language, and another character acts as translator - this is something I always adored in Discworld when characters interact with The Librarian as well as Death of Rats.

Which, again, I try to approach as respectfully as possible. Language is important!! It's a culture and a thought process! And should always be treated with respect

WHEW! I hope this all made sense!!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Trollhunters!

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

I don't know about Favorite, but there are several that I'm very proud of myself with...

The Amazing Maurice and His Educated Stupid Kid [working title] series, Hand Rolled, The Runaway's Gamble, AU REVOIR, to name a few. Several Trollhunter fics (especially Terpsichore, sometimes I look back on that and go "Wow I really wrote All of THAT?!")

And most recently: Glow Worms or rather: In the Depths of the Safflower Hills a fic that honestly? I find myself going back and rereading what I've written and posted more than once! And has helped me grow as a writer I think

Welp! ___〆(・∀・) That's it for me folks! Thank you so VERY much for your interest, and I look forward to seeing your answers as well!

Best wishes! Nico ♡

#wip questions #Nico blabs into the void #progress report #About me

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myz-wykkyd · 1 year

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I hope you don't mind if i send a few ask game questions for Rosalie! I can't express how much i love her like - the outfit? the backstory? she is everything

3. Which city state would they most like to visit, and why? 4. Who are they closest with in Sandrock? What’s their relationship with that person? 8. Are they interested in the old world? 11. What’s their opinion on Logan? Did they know him before he left Sandrock? 14. What’s their favourite game at the Golden Goose? 18. What’s their favourite holiday?

I don't mind at all! thank you so much for sending in the asks- your interest in Rosalie means a lot to me! <333

3. Which city state would they most like to visit, and why?

Due to her upbringing, Rosalie has visited most of the Free Cities alongside her stepfather- who was happy to take her with him on business trips. She enjoyed traveling and of the places she’s been, Walnut Groove and Tallsky were her favorites. But at the end of the day, the only place she ever really wanted to go was back to Sandrock.

4. Who are they closest with in Sandrock? What’s their relationship with that person?

During her childhood in Sandrock, Owen was something of an older brother figure to Rosalie. He kept an eye on her while their parents worked in the Blue Moon Saloon and played with her on occasion! Unfortunately, she lost touch with him after her family moved to Atara. But the time they spent apart, growing as people, allowed them to become genuinely close friends upon her return. After finishing her own work, she loves nothing more than going to the saloon to listen to his stories, play music for him with Cooper and Hugo, and dance with him on occasion. There’s definitely ALOTA romantic tension between them- but Rosalie hasn’t acted on them yet because she also has complicated feelings for a certain bandit that I’ll get to in a second.

She’s bandmates with Cooper and Hugo (She plays the fiddle in ze band). Friends with Grace, Qi, Heidi, and Trudy. There’s a special place in her heart for Mort and Zeke. She also adopts Andy eventually.

8. Are they interested in the old world?

Oh yes, for sure. As a builder, she views the old world and its mysteries as a potential treasure trove of discovery that could help the world. She collects old world artifacts, books, ect.

11. What’s their opinion on Logan? Did they know him before he left Sandrock?

Once upon a time, Logan was Rosalie’s best friend. In the early years of their lives, they did nearly everything together- from playing, to mischief making, to following Howlett on adventures. And even back then she had quite the crush on him. But ofc, that all changed when her mother remarried and her family moved to Atara. Leaving him broke her heart, but she never forgot about him and part of her always hoped she’d see him again someday. (Infact, Logan is part of the reason she wanted to return to Sandrock so badly).

He was off being a bandit by the time she finally managed to return. But she could never bring herself to believe the things people said about him were true. She remained a skeptic until certain events unfold-

14. What’s their favorite game at the Golden Goose?

Whack-a-mole 100% because of the endless joy she gets from smashing inanimate objects with a big hammer.

18. What’s their favorite holiday?

HAHAHA she wouldn’t ever be able to choose a favorite. She loves the Dance Off, the Tour de Rock, Showdown at High Noon and Running of the Yakmel. Would look forward to them every year<3

#mtas oc #mtas #mtas builder #my time at sandrock #t: ren posts #t: ren responds #au: rosalie wilde (my time at sandrock)#oc: rosalie wilde #game: my time at sandrock

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gh0ulbunni · 3 years

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Aight bitches, headcanons for my version of the WATXM Cartoon's 'Mortimer Toynbee'

(TW: Death, suicide, depression, mental illness, body horror but it's not that bad)

-The stage we see Mortimer at in the show is most likely him as an 18 - 20 year old, still in the juvenile stages of his mutation as it occurred after the death of his mother Esmerelda. Esmerelda was a kind and meek but busy woman who ultimately died from a stroke caused by high blood pressure. She worked 3 high stress jobs in order to try and keep a roof over her and Mort's heads as his father gave up his rights because he "Didn't want a freak for a son and that he'd never be his son."

-When his mutation actually began to show after her death when he was 3, Mortimer's once ivory skin turned fully green and due to the neglect his hair became matted in chunks (the braids we see in the show), his hygiene dropped to little to no self-care because of the new allergic reactions he'd get when his new sensitive skin came into contact with the naturally chemical loaded body washes, deodorants, shampoo, and tooth pastes that he had. He turned to showering with just water and brushing his teeth with just water, but the water the brotherhood has access to was INCREDIBLY dirty and laced with chemicals that made him sick.

-Mortimer is actually incredibly smart, but others would feel threatened by him when he tried to show this so he mainly acts dumb and stupid as a way to avoid conflict and aggression from people (Specifically Pietro and Dominikos).

-At 22 he finally leaves the brotherhood after being there for 4 years and tries to take his own life only to realize he's developed superhuman durability and a healing factor. This immediately makes him frustrated because he feels he's been punished and forced to live a miserable life.. And in comes Spider-Man who talks him out of trying to jump and takes him to SHIELD.

-After a few days at SHIELD's holding cells he makes a bit of an impression on Fury who offers him a role as an agent. Mortimer, a people pleaser who'll take any chance to climb up the ladder in life, immediately agrees and sets to work training.

-As he trains, his mutation gets stronger and he unlocks more abilities he never thought he could have: Superhuman strength, durability, endurance, agility, senses, special eyesight, chemical and toxin production, flexible bone structure, superhuman lungs, telepathic communication with amphibians, acidic saliva, flaming tongue, and a venomous pheremone secretion that allows for mind control.

-The final step was when he fell extremely ill and it was discovered that his genetic makeup was severely broken due his involvement in an experiment called the Black Womb Project, ran by Charles Xavier's step-father/Juggernaut's father Kurt Marko. This left Mortimer's DNA and mutation severely unstable and it almost caused him to loose control of his new powers and have multiple mental breakdowns and even a manic episode where was on an extreme high before going through psychosis in which he believed Magneto was out to kill him for leaving his son's group.

-After having a hell of a few months, Mortimer is put through a new process called Genetic Rehabilitation designed for mutants who've been forced through experimentation programs and have had their DNA damaged.

-After a while his skin turns from 100% green to 40% green with lots of ivory patches. The tops of his hands, chest, stomach, inside of his legs, and the tops and bottoms of his feet are a pale ivory color while his back, neck, cheek and temples, arms, his sides, and the outsides of his legs are varying shades of soft green with patches of dark green ranging in sizes from small to giant patches on his joints and sockets (shoulders, elbows, knees, and hips) which he's self-concious about at first but comes to love his new look. The most shocking part is his eyes which become black with amber irises that have flicks of lime and gold in them.

-Along with getting therapy for his DNA and body, he gets therapy for his mental health which.. Hoo boy he was and still is strugglin (but not as bad). He has: BPD, C-PTSD, GAD, ODD, and Depression.

-Absolutely loves brushing and caring for his hair, which, after it's unmatted and cleaned of bugs and gunk is ass length and black with a silky shine to it. He still wears his old bandana thing

-Has picked up playing a musical instrument in his spare time. If he isn't working, tinkering with his suit, gear, and gadgets then he's playing... The violin?

-He's suprisingly good at it.

-After becoming a shield agent he starts to get more confidence before meeting a mutant who was currently in SHIELD's custody... Said mutant being the oc of @ohmygillygoshoppler

-Callista and Mortimer become close, he spends lunchbreaks with her, constantly volunteers to be her guard/escort when she's let out.

-Ok so, dad headcanons lETS GO

-Cal and Mort end up having a daughter named after his mom, and her thing is having her mom's monster mouth with mouths on her hands that can shoot out 13ft long flaming tongues. Esme (or Esmerelda) absolutely becomes a rescue hero

-Callie is into clown/circus lolita outfits and Mortimer is a grunge punk. Esme never gets dressed in the basic ass kids clothes, she looks like mini Wednesday Addams.

-This child never gets put down (physically), Mort or Cal are always holding her.

-Mort and Esme are the epitome of "Don't talk to me or my kid ever again" while Esme is copying her dad's glare.

-Alright, Mort's strong.

-Like, really strong. He didn't even know how strong until he was cornered on his first mission as a shield agent and he kicked his enemy with his leg so hard he decapitates them.

-He can kick hard enough to knock down concrete walls, snap people in half, crack and damage paved roads, and create enough air pressure to knock people over.

-His tongue can crush skulls

-He could get hit by a semi-truck and still walk away with a few bruises

-Develops a bite force of 1,000 PSI (Less than a polar bear)

-He bench presses 3 tons with his legs and 1 ton with his arms

-Develops retractable claws that can lengthen and shorten, he uses these to fight.

-Looks like he could kill you, can kill you but has the energy of a golden retriever puppy

-As he ages he becomes more.. Forgiving? Of the people who've hurt him, specifically Pietro. He'll forgive but never forget, it's like when you drop a mug. It won't ever be the same.

-I imagine he fights a lot like how Deku does? The leg based fighting and shoot style is a big part of his fight style.

-Legs for daaaaaaaays, they're so long. Also he's 5'8 now because Toad is canonically 5'8 - 5'10 and he'll hold it over Wolverine while snickering.

#headcanons #xmen headcanon #my headcanons #artists on tumblr #x-men #x men the animated series #x men first class #x men rp #marvel #character design #mortimer toynbee #this can also go for Todd too #todd tolansky #x-men toad #the brotherhood of evil mutants

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lets-steal-an-archive · 3 years

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'Golden Girls' Polishes Its Scripts: Daily Revisions Geared to Sharpen Story and Hone Those Laugh Lines

TRUE OR FALSE:

Actresses Bea Arthur, Estelle Getty, Rue McClanahan and Betty White write their own dialogue for "The Golden Girls." (FALSE)

Older female writers write all 25 episodes each season because no one else could understand the problems of older females. (FALSE)

In order to keep the shows consistent from week to week, one writer prepares all the episodes. (FALSE)

Ten staff writers work together to prepare a season's worth of scripts. (TRUE)

It's a Monday morning in early October and on a sound stage at the small Renmar Studios in Hollywood, the "golden girls" have gathered to read a new script. This will be episode No. 60 of the series and it will air about three weeks later — on Halloween.

Everyone in the room has heard about this week's story line: Rose writes a letter to Soviet leader Mikhail Gorbachev. But apart from the writers, no one has seen the final script until now. It was completed on a Saturday, photocopied 150 times on Sunday and distributed this morning to NBC; co-producer Touchstone Pictures; the show's creator, Susan Harris; the show's lawyers and researchers, and the "Golden Girls" cast and crew.

"Hopefully, they'll laugh," murmurs head writer Kathy Speer as she prepares to hear the "table reading." "If they don't, we'll be here fixing the script for a long time."

The table reading really is at tables — eight of them arranged in a rectangle. The actresses and guest actors sit on one side, facing the writers. To the actresses' left are director Terry Hughes, executive producers Paul Junger Witt and Tony Thomas and co-executive producers/head writers Speer and Terry Grossman. To the actresses' right sit NBC representatives, the show's casting director and props and wardrobe personnel.

They begin. Director Hughes reads the stage directions: Interior, kitchen — day. Sophia is seated at table. She is reading book entitled 'Magic Made Easy.' Dorothy enters.

Bea Arthur, as Dorothy, reads: "Hi, Ma."

Estelle Getty, as Sophia, reads: "Give me your watch."

Another week is under way. As the actresses go through their lines, everyone else listens intently. They laugh (or don't laugh) and take notes. By the Friday-night tapings, this script will need to play at 22 minutes. But Friday is a long way off.

As soon as the table reading ends, the writers, producers, director and an NBC program executive huddle to discuss script changes. Then, while the actresses begin rehearsals using the first draft, the writers rush off to their yellow stucco two-story building nearby to begin rewriting.

"The secret of TV half-hour comedy shows is the revisions," explains Dean Valentine, NBC director of current comedy and also the program executive on "Golden Girls." "What they start out with is 75% away from what they end up with."

"I don't think this episode is going to need much work," co-head writer Terry Grossman announces cheerfully on his way back to his office. "It got a good response at the table. We just have to cut it, smooth out transitions and clarify some story points. New jokes will be the tough thing." He anticipates a few hours' work.

"Early in the first season we were throwing out whole scenes," he recalls. "Now we know what works for each lady and what she does best. That's the advantage of being in the third year of the show. The disadvantage is that stories are harder to come by."

Grossman heads into the office he shares with his wife Speer, who is also his writing partner. They are in charge of the writing staff. "That means we are the two who get yelled at the most when something goes wrong," he jokes.

Also piling into the conference-sized room are supervising producers Barry Fanaro and Mort Nathan and producer Winifred Hervey. Despite their titles, Grossman explains, "We're all writers."

"We are the five most dull people," Nathan insists.

"We're much funnier on paper," Hervey adds.

These five, all in their 30s, met when they worked on "Benson," an earlier Witt-Thomas-Harris series. They have been with "Golden Girls" since the beginning, and every Monday they jointly rewrite the script being taped that week. They jokingly call themselves The Gang of Five.

While they start rewriting, the show's other five staff writers — Chris Lloyd, Jeff Ferro, Frederic Weiss, Robert Bruce and Martin Weiss — go back to their own offices to work on new scripts.

"To keep quality, you like as many writers as you can afford," Speer explains. "This year, we have six 'entities' (writing teams) — four sets of partners and two individuals. And we also use a few free-lance scripts each season."

Approximately 25% of the show's budget goes to the writers, executive producer Tony Thomas says. Staff writers on a comedy series earn a weekly salary plus separate payments for completed scripts. A free-lance writer who does a story outline, a first draft and a second draft can earn about $11,000. (Note: All outside script submissions must come through agents.)

"A good comedy requires a lot of teamwork, a lot of people sitting in a room working together," Thomas emphasizes. "A good team is rare, but it's not extremely rare. It's like winning the NBA title. We had it in 'Soap,' and we had it for some years in 'Benson.' Obviously this is one of the most successful staffs we’ve ever put together."

Both Witt and Thomas deal with day-to-day details on "Golden Girls." Harris, who created the series, is less involved this season because, according to Thomas, "She is working on a feature for Disney with us. But she reads all the scripts and is familiar with most of the stories."

Flashback to the previous Friday, a week when "Golden Girls" wasn't taping. Every fourth week during the season, the show shuts down, giving the actors and crew a rest and allowing the writers to catch up.

The Gang of Five is trying to explain how their writing process works. They insist on telling, rather than showing, because, as they say, they're shy. "At the beginning of the season, even having our new writers in the meeting made me a little uncomfortable," Grossman admits. "It slowed down the process."

"One of the most important things that exists with this group is that the bottom line is making the show as good as possible. It's still very difficult when your script is read for the first time and the material doesn't work. It hurts for a moment. But there's no time to take it personally. It didn't work, and the clock is ticking. You better keep moving and get it right."

Like all sitcoms, "Golden Girls" has a "bible," a book that synopsizes everything that has happened on a series. Thus, new writers don't have to watch all the previous episodes. But there is no master plan of what will happen in the future.

The idea for "Letter to Gorbachev" surfaced last May at a beginning-of-the-season meeting of the writers and producers. "It was one of 20 or 30 story notions kicked around," Barry Fanaro recalls. The obvious similarity to Samantha Smith's letter to then-Soviet leader Yuri Andropov isn't mentioned.

"Most of them didn't work,” adds Fanaro's writing partner Mort Nathan, "but this one sounded amusing. Because Rose is a childlike character, we wondered what would happen if she wrote a letter to Gorbachev about world peace. We started fleshing it out, but we couldn't think of a second act. We went round and round, and finally six weeks later we came up with a way to make the story work."

"The five of us went over it scene by scene and agreed it was workable," Fanaro continues. "Then Mort and I went off and wrote it. It took about 10 days because we were also working on other things."

Each "Golden Girls” episode is written to a formula: "the idea, the act break and the resolution," Grossman explains. "Usually there's an 'A' story and a 'B' story going. It's the natural structure."

Although Fanaro and Nathan, who won a writing Emmy last year for a "Golden Girls" episode, wrote the basic Gorbachev script, the story the audience will see has gone through the usual "Golden Girls" grinder: The Gang of Five read and dissect the first draft, adding new scenes, new lines, new jokes. "It's really a team effort," Grossman stresses.

The jokes can be the easiest part — or the hardest. "They're only hard to write when you've got one that isn't working," Grossman says. "A joke in the middle of a scene can be weak, but the 'out joke' — a snappy one-liner that ends the scene on a laugh — has to be strong."

"We may decide a scene needs a new opening," Speer explains. "There will be a long moment of silence. Then someone will ask if anybody's eaten at some new restaurant. In the course of conversation, somebody will say, 'Wait a minute. I have an idea.'"

"With five of us, at least one of us is paying attention," Hervey deadpans.

"Good writers should be able to write for men, women, old or young," Grossman says. "We all draw on other people in our lives — parents, grandparents. Part of the reason for the show's popularity is that these are very vital people. The very same story you've seen 100 times on every sitcom takes on new light with characters in this age group. That makes life easier for us.

"Also, these four actresses are sensational. To have the entire cast be able to give such high-caliber performances means you don't have to adjust your material. You write the material, and they deliver. If they can't make it work, there's something wrong with the material."

The week goes by quickly. On Tuesday morning, the "golden girls" read over the revised script and discover that one scene has changed considerably. Some lines have been cut, while others have been sharpened. There are several new jokes. A press conference scene has been shifted from a hotel room to the ladies' living room.

On Tuesday night, the Gang of Five works late. During the day's rehearsals they realized that the revised scene didn’t play well so they jettisoned it and added some new dialogue and a few more jokes.

Following Wednesday's rehearsals, they hone the script a little more. Time is pressing. By the Thursday afternoon dress rehearsal, the actresses try to be script-perfect, although they often aren't. By now, the original 52-page script has been reduced to 50 pages, and almost every page has had at least one alteration.

For instance, on Monday when Blanche accidentally spat Coca-Cola on a Soviet Embassy official, he responded by saying, "No apology necessary." Now he says, "No need to apologize. In Moscow, we have to stand in line four hours to get this."

Late Friday afternoon, the audience files into Renmar Studios to watch the first taping. The writers are standing by, just in case a last-minute problem occurs. During the 90-minute dinner break, while a new audience is arriving, the cast, writers and producers calmly discuss how to improve the second taping. A few lines are cut, the taping is completed, and it’s on to the next week.

Source: Mills, Nancy. 1987. 'Golden Girls' Polishes Its Scripts: Daily Revisions Geared to Sharpen Story and Hone Those Laugh Lines. Los Angeles Times, October 30, https://www.latimes.com/archives/la-xpm-1987-10-30-ca-11702-story.html

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rebelwith0utacause · 4 years

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La Petite Mort

I started writing this a month ago, got stuck on 300 words and thought I might never finish it. Here we are, beginning of June, and it’s finally done, all 3.4K of it.

Warnings: Don’t read it if you’re underage, can’t handle smut and bad writing or if you’re Michael Clifford.

I got the idea listening to A Little Death by The Neighbourhood one day. Go check out the song if you haven’t already. It’s one of my faves.

You can also find it on ao3. Let me know what you think. and please don’t let it flop.

It was supposed to be a quiet affair, a way to get rid of their demons, to let them fly for the night. They were no strangers to it, the taboo and the darker side of their passion meant that they had to hide in the shadows. It was easier in a way, shadows cloaked emotions, making any attraction feel hazy and unsure until it completely vanished in the morning.

Not that you’d ever spent the morning with him. It was a wonder that you’d even met up on multiple occasions. That’s not how the system worked. You were given one chance at a scene, meant to be an outlet, not a dating site. But you fit so well that first time, you knew you had to see him again.

It started out with an occasional DM on Twitter, every couple of months. You would tell him what you needed, what your body and soul craved, he would tell you the location, and the time. You would show up, you would perform, exorcise your demons, go back home, rinse, repeat.

You never meant to get addicted, but there was something in his touch that liberated your soul. You knew it was one-sided, but that didn’t stop you from going back for more.

It was the end of November, an uncharacteristically cold weather had blown into town, the air smelled of snow and you decided that your fingers could use a pair of gloves. You quickened your steps. The neighborhood was neither bad, nor the greatest, but the streetlights were flickering and you started feeling the panic swell in the pit of your belly. The motel was in your sights, a flickering red sign above the main entry showed that there were a few rooms left vacant.

Entering the lobby finally set your nerves at ease. You’ve entered familiar territory.

There was a middle-aged man tending the front desk, his thinning hair glowing under the neon light. He was flicking through the pages of an old magazine, not paying too much attention to the sound of the bell when you opened the door. Really, he couldn’t even bother to look up.

“How can I help you?” was uttered under his nose, his eyes never leaving the glossy pictures. “I have a reservation for room number 7.” Your voice cracked at the “have”, not sure if it was the nerves or the lack of use. He swung around in his chair, grabbing the key from its allotted space and placing it on the desk, no “There you go.” no nothing.

Seen as he wasn’t very forthcoming, if you were being 100% honest, he was cold and insanely rude, you just grabbed the key and left the lobby. You pulled the lapels of your jacket a bit closer and hurried to get to your room. You only had half an hour to get ready.

You’ve done these scenes in almost any kind of environment, but the stagnant air and moldy waterpipes in motels had you feeling a certain way. You never claimed to understand why you liked the things that turned you on.

The first thing you had to do was set the scene. You were both lovers of 90’s aesthetics, so the outdated furniture and yellow lighting in the room were perfect. You took off your clothes, making sure to leave your white cotton set on. It was going to get destroyed anyway, so there was no point in wearing fancy underwear - his words, not yours. Come to think of it, it might had something to do with the fact that it made you look almost virginal, and it felt like he was corrupting you time and time again.

Folding your clothes one by one, you set them in your backpack and hid it in the bathroom, leaving your old self behind. You took the bedcovers off the queen-sized bed and the pillows on the nearby chair, you knew he might need them at one point. Hiking your knee on the mattress, you settled in the middle on your back, eyes closed, hands clasped on your tummy, waiting. And you didn’t have to wait for long.

You heard the creak as the door opened, but you didn’t dare open your eyes. It was one of your demands. You didn’t want to know who he was, it was easier that way, you could fantasize about the possibilities of it being anyone on the street. You could hear the soft sounds of his footsteps as he approached your lying form. “Up.” It was a signal for you to lift your head as he wrapped a scarf over your eyes. The bed dipped as his knee came to rest behind you, securing the knot and doing quick work of braiding your hair. At first, it freaked you out, but you soon came to realize that it meant he could do less damage to your scalp when he pulled, and he liked to pull on it quite a lot.

His cold fingers trailed from the bottom of your braid to your sides, making you squirm in your seat. He’d warm them up on your skin soon enough. You could hear and feel his soft exhales in your left ear, followed by the feel of his beard on your neck as he trailed kisses on your skin.

“Are you ready?” The only answer you dared give him was the tiniest nod.

Both of his hands moved between your thighs, gripping them and parting your legs as wide as they would go. His left hand found your clothed breast, roughly grabbing a handful and squeezing a moan out of you. The tips of his right hand found their way on top of your cotton panties, middle finger pressing lightly between your slit, dampening the material with your juices.

It was only an interlude, you knew that he was here on a mission to wreck you, but the intimacy of it all prickled at your soul.

You felt his whole demeanor change, his breath evening out and his muscles flexing against your body. The hand grabbing your tit moved to grab your neck, no pressure yet, he was just using his thumb and index finger to guide you against him. The one petting your pussy moved to bunch up the material of your panties and pull it up, giving you an uncomfortable wedgie but stimulating your clit at the same time. Your only response was a strangled wheeze.

“You like that? Like having strangers feel you up?” He released your neck. “Look at you. A whimpering mess and we haven’t even started yet.” You suddenly felt a light tapping on your clothed clit, increasing in force and intervals, making your head fall back on his shoulder, moaning at the slight pain.

And that’s what you were here for, the pain. You knew that he had loads of it in store for you. He grabbed your braid, maneuvering you around until your head was pressed on the bed and your thighs were spread on both sides of his knee, ass high in the air. Same as before, he bunched the material of your panties and pulled, leaving the globes of your ass bare for his eyes only. His other hand grabbed your right cheek, roughly squeezing it upwards and away, getting a peek of your puckered hole. It disappeared and came back before you could even blink behind the scarf, the resounding thwack of his palm on your ass chasing the chill away. He repeated the same motion a few times until the bottom of your ass was rosy and you were silently begging for more.

There was a ripping sound in the stillness of the room as he roughly pulled your panties. They were left to sit in ruins on your thighs as his middle finger came to inspect your leaking pussy. The whole thing looked so bad but felt so right at the same time. You were nothing but a broken puppet in his hands and you were never sure if he was trying to fix you or fuck you up beyond repair.

The pressure was building in your lower belly, his knee pressing against your bladder and his calloused finger strumming your clit, catching it with his blunt nails time and time again. Just when you thought that you might enter another dimension, his finger disappeared only to be brought back in the form of a hard hit on your pussy.

“Not so fast.”

You were impatient, but that’s not how you won this game. You felt the bed move with him, falling flat on your belly. He, once again, used your braid as a handle to position you right. You were lying like that for a few seconds or a few minutes, you couldn’t tell. The panties were off, the bra was lying somewhere on the floor and your feet were cuffed in metal rings. You recognized the familiar immobility caused by the spreader bar, holding your feet from locking together. He bound your hands in leather and left them to rest on the bed above your head. The bed dipped between your knees as he situated his body behind you, pulling on your hips, grinding your naked ass on his denim-covered crotch. You kept rotating your hips, working yourself up and stretching lazily like a cat. It was almost desperate, the need for contact so great, you would do anything for him. But he had other plans.

“How many times do I have to tell you to stop making a mess? You’re such an infuriating little slut.”

He left you on the bed, tears of frustration slowly gathering behind your eyelids as you waited for any sort of stimulation. You heard the whoosh before you felt the tiny licks of pain on your back. So he decided to use the cat this time, the tiny leather knots deliciously digging in your skin. He was warming you up, knowing you needed to have a bit of pain before you reached nirvana, but ever so careful not to break the skin.

Minutes turned into eternity. Your thoughts had fled your mind. You could only feel the warmth and produce incoherent noises in different pitch. Hit after hit like tiny water droplets before the deluge. Somewhere in that not-here-nor-there space of yours, you didn’t hear the buzzing, or maybe the blood rush to your head drowned the noise. But the tiniest vibration from the wand had you shattering to pieces.

You held your breath, the scream lodged in your throat, saliva dripping on the sheets in front of you, your entire body shaking from the orgasm, your knees barely holding you up. He could only chuckle from the side, knowing that this was only the first of many that night.

He let you breathe for a while, seeing the curve of your back dip and flatten as you tried to get yourself together was a huge turn on, if the bulge straining against his jeans was anything to go by. The next time he approached, he decided to forego the whip, but kept the wand close by, just in case. He was back between your knees, hands hugging your lower back, bending you even further. His roughened hands traveled the expanse of your reddened back, making sure you still felt the phantom pain from the cat-o-nine tails. His face was in front of you, taking in the scent of your arousal before flattening his tongue on your lips. You felt the vibrations of his moan more than his actual voice, but it was over before it began.

You heard a click and felt the coldness of the lube between your cheeks. He used his middle finger to spread it on the rim and started applying steady pressure. You’ve done this before so you knew that it was time to relax and push back, allowing entry. He was working you up, slowly opening your hole to fit two of his fingers. After he was satisfied with the progress he made, he took them out and slowly replaced them with a lubed up princess plug. The metal felt heavy inside of you, but not entirely uncomfortable, and if you were being honest with yourself, it made you feel special knowing that there’s a sparkly button attached to your ass. He pulled on it a few times, making sure you were comfortable with it before leaning down and giving the clear zircon a kiss.

The incredibly tender moment was cut short when both of his palms landed hard on your cheeks. He liked seeing the contrast between your fire red flesh and the cool fake crystal handle, so much so, he couldn’t stop playing with your ass, jiggling the metal device with every squeeze.

It never occurred to you that you could cum from such a little amount of stimulation, but you were almost there. You were moaning the motel down and somewhere in that sex haze of yours you thought you might have heard a thump or two from the neighboring wall, but you couldn’t care less. Not when the wand was back on your clit, and definitely not when you felt his fingers curl up inside of you. He wasn’t being extremely gentle either. He knew you thrived on the overstimulation, pressing the pads of his fingers on your g-spot harshly, almost feeling mechanical. He was a conductor and he knew how to orchestrate your body, your moans and screams the most beautiful symphony. You thought that you would end with a dramatic crescendo, but the music sheet had a few more pages left.

His fingers left you, the wand went down at the same time as his zipper. He didn’t bother to push his pants down, just opened them enough to pull his, very hard and very ready, dick out. You heard the crinkle of the condom packet being ripped and felt the latex on you. He was rubbing his cock between your cheeks, gathering as much of your juices and lube on him before he entered you. The novelty never wore off. It didn’t matter what he did to you beforehand, it was always a tight fit, the stretch bordering pain and pleasure.

You felt full at last, the double penetration making you mewl like a cat in heat, the moan slowly rising up in volume until you did nothing but scream. Each time he moved his hips against yours sounded like thunder in your ears, the plug going deeper and deeper inside you. You tried to hold off as much as possible, but it was a losing battle.

One extremely forceful push had you collapsing on the bed, blissed out. He was chasing after his own orgasm, covering your body with his. The only indication that he was a tall man was the fact that when he laid like this, his chin would almost reach the top of your head. But you didn’t mind the weight, in fact, it almost made you feel protected.

The bed dipped to your left, he must’ve put his hand in front of you for leverage because his other was busy shoving three fingers in your mouth. You had your eyes closed, making sure you produced enough spit to lube his digits so you didn’t notice the moment the scarf shifted, freeing a tiny sliver for your eyes to see. He took those fingers, bringing his hand to your already wrecked pussy, finding purpose in playing with your clit. The sensation was too much, revving you up one last time. One final push had you coming hard, milking his cock for every last drop, vision going black, and the sight of a familiar finger tattoo making your heart painfully clench.

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It was New Year’s Eve and you were on a mission. The Christmas lights were on, the finger food was on the table and the guests were about to arrive. There was no dress code, you just told them to dress comfortably. It was a small event, you didn’t have many friends to begin with, courtesy of always working, but you did have a growing circle of people who loved video games as much as you.

You were slowly becoming a tight-knit family, getting together for game nights and the occasional drinks, and you liked it, you didn’t need more interaction. You were, however, extremely happy when one of your gamer buddies gave you a bit of his attention. Where you were generally talkative and friendly, he was your polar opposite, deciding to stay in his shy shell until he felt comfortable enough to speak. You knew he had a good soul, you just never knew what to expect from him. The only time his real self decided to come out was when he was in the middle of a game.

But you did in fact know a little bit more about him than you were letting off. He was in your apartment now, scanning the place for an empty corner to hide in. You couldn’t help but admire him, a tiny ball of lust wound tight in your lower belly. He looked so good in a pair of light blue jeans and a white tee, covered by a red plaid shirt. The tattoos peeking beneath his rolled-up shirt sleeves and the whole grungy look were such a contrast to his shy self, it almost made you laugh, that is, until you realized that you might have cum a few times from rubbing yourself sore on the coarse denim of his jeans.

The advantage of playing host was that you always had an excuse to go up to people and strike up a conversation. You let him relax for a bit, though. Cornering him right off the bat might do more harm. But you were done playing this game of cat and mouse, where the cat was in fact a kitty and the mouse was a Pit Bull in disguise and you wanted to know what was his endgame.

You found him in the kitchen by himself, licking some pizza sauce from his fingers. “Oh, hey Michael, didn’t expect to see you here. Too crowded?” You pointed behind you at the party, eyes zoned in on his Adam’s apple moving as he gulped. He looked a bit startled but he wasn’t cowering like you expected him to. “Yeah, you know me, not much of a team player.” You knew that wasn’t the full truth because whenever he tried to hide something, he would try to fix his already perfectly styled bleached fringe.

There were layers to his personality, and he was never game to show them all at once, but you were willing to unravel him. You were thankful for once that your kitchen was tiny so it only took you a couple steps to reach his side. Before you could chicken out, you grabbed his left hand and brought it up for inspection. He tried to pull it away, but you were having none of that. “You know Mikey, I never really asked you what this tattoo’s about, and I’ve been meaning to for a while now.” He still looked uncomfortable, but the way your thumb kept rubbing over the circle and three dots engraved on his middle finger was making his eyes dilate. “You like it?” His tone was no longer shy, and you could finally understand why you never put two and two together. Turned on Michael was speaking in a low, almost gravelly voice, completely unrecognizable from his usual higher-pitched tones. And now he knew you knew. And there was no escaping it.

“I liked it better when it was disappearing into my pussy.” You whispered, looking up at him through your lashes. You knew you were trying to act tough, but the moment he wound his fingers in your hair and pulled, you knew that you’d always be putty in his hands. “Don’t forget your place, pet.” he breathed out. “You don’t get to top from the bottom. I could easily bend you over the table in front of all of our friends and have your ass red if I wanted to.” And you knew that he would. He detangled himself from you, leaving you turned on and confused in the middle of the kitchen.

The party was dying down. There were a few stragglers left, their silhouettes hazy in your vodka-Sprite-induced vision. A new year has begun and for once you dared yourself to make a wish. Little did you know that once everyone left, a certain 90’s enthusiast would make all of your wishes come true, and then some, only this time you could look into his green eyes while you died a little death.

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Hispanic and Latin-American Horror: Part 2

Please note: Permanent link availability is NOT GUARANTEED. I wish I could have had more links to offer, but I’ve tried to rely only on free streaming sites (and Youtube, for short films). Tubi TV requires signing up, but it is still 100% free (and it’s also available as an app on IOS, Android, Xbox Live and the Playstation Network). I will do my best to update links when there are changes.

Part 1

Part 3

Argentinian Horror:

36 Steps (2006) - Adrián García Bogliano (Argentinian co-production)

Attack of the Killer Hog (2003) - Agustín Cavalieri; Marcos Meroni

Blood of the Virgins (1967) - Emilio Vieyra

Children of the Night (2014) - Iván Noel

Cold Sweat (2010) - Adrián García Bogliano (Argentinian co-production)

Crystal Eyes (2017) - Ezequiel Endelman, Leandro Montejano

The Curious Dr. Humpp (1969) - Emilio Vieyra; Jerald Intrator

Dead Line (2006) - Sergio Esquenazi

Dead Man Tells His Own Tale (2016) - Fabián Forte

El Día Trajo La Oscuridad (2013) - Martín Desalvo

Dying God (2008) - Fabrice Lambot

The Headless Woman (1947) - Luis César Amadori

Hotel Infierno (2015) - Marcos Palmieri

I'll Never Die Alone (2008) - Adrián García Bogliano (Argentinian co-production)

Impossible Crimes (2019) - Hernán Findling

A Light in the Window (1942) - Manuel Romero

Memory of the Dead (2011) - Valentín Javier Diment

Murder Me, Monster (2018) - Alejandro Fadel

Necrofobia (2014) - Daniel de la Vega

Penumbra (2011) - Adrián García Bogliano, Ramiro García Bogliano (Argentinian co-production)

Plaga Zombie (1997) - Pablo Parés; Hernán Sáez

Plaga Zombie: Zona Mutante (2001) - Pablo Parés; Hernán Sáez

Plaga Zombie: Zona Mutante: Revolución Tóxica (2011) - Pablo Parés, Hernán Sáez, Paolo Soria

Plaga Zombie: American Invasion (2020) - Garry Medeiros, Pablo Parés, Hernán Sáez

Riddlebox (2004) - Adrián García Bogliano (Argentinian co-production)

Rooms for Tourists (2004) - Adrián García Bogliano (Argentinian co-production)

Scream the Night (2005) - Adrián García Bogliano (Argentinian co-production)

Snuff 102 (2007) - Mariano Peralta

Somebody is Watching You (1988) - Gustavo Cova; Horacio Maldonado

Still Life (2014) - Gabriel Grieco

Terrified (2017) - Demián Rugna

Watch'em Die (2009) - Adrián García Bogliano, Ramiro García Bogliano (Argentinian co-production)

What's Left of Us (aka The Desert) (2013) - Christoph Behl

What the Waters Left Behind (2017) - Nicolás Onetti, Luciano Onetti

Winter Visitor (2008) - Sergio Esquenazi

Brazilian Horror:

Act of Violence (1981) - Eduardo Escorel

At Midnight I’ll Take Your Soul (1964) - José Mojica Marins

Awakening of the Beast (1970) - José Mojica Marins

Babu: Damned Revenge (1996) - Cesar A.

The Bloody Exorcism of Coffin Joe (1974) - José Mojica Marins

The Cannibal Club (2018) - Guto Parente

A Capital dos Mortos (2008) - Tiago Belotti

A Capital dos Mortos 2: Mundo Morto (2015) - Tiago Belotti

Cranial Nerve Zero (2012) - Paulo Biscaia Filho

Dark Sea (2013) - Rodrigo Aragão

Desaparecidos (2011) - David Schürmann (Brazilian co-production)

Diário De Um Exorcista: Zero (2016) - Renato Siqueira

Embodiment of Evil (2008) - José Mojica Marins

Excitação (1976) - Jean Garret

The Fostering (2015) - Rodrigo Gasparini; Dante Vescio

Ghost Killers vs. Bloody Mary (2018) - Fabrício Bittar

Good Manners (2017) - Juliana Rojas, Marco Dutra

A Guilhotina do Terror (1997) - José Mojica Marins

Hallucinations of a Deranged Mind (1978) - José Mojica Marins

Hellish (1977) - José Mojica Marins

Isolados (2014) - Tomas Portella

Karma - Enigma do Medo (1984) - Custódio Gomes; Fauzi Mansur

Killer Fish (1979) - Antonio Margheriti (partial Brazilian production)

Longo Caminho da Morte (1972) - Júlio Calasso

O Miojo do Mal (1997) - Jadir Nunes

Morgue Story: Sangue, Baiacu e Quadrinhos (2009) - Paulo Biscaia Filho

Nevermore - Três Pesadelos e Um Delírio de Edgar Allan Poe (2011) - Paulo Biscaia Filho

The Nightshifter (2018) - Dennison Ramalho

Perversion (1979) - José Mojica Marins

A Praga (2007) - José Mojica Marins

A Reencarnação do Sexo (1982) - Luiz Castellini

The Secret of the Mummy (1982) - Ivan Cardosa

The Seven Vampires (1986) - Ivan Cardoso

Shock: Diversão Diabólica (1984) - Jair Correia

Skull: The Mask (2020) - Armando Fonseca

The Strange Hostel of Naked Pleasures (1976) - José Mojica Marins

The Strange World of Coffin Joe (1968) - José Mojica Marins

This Night I’ll Possess Your Corpse (1967) - José Mojica Marins

Through the Shadow (2015) - Walter Lima Jr.

Trilogy of Terror (1968) - Ozualdo Ribeiro Candeias, José Mojica Marins, and Luiz Sérgio Person

Tropical Vampire (2016) - Marcelo Santiago

Chilean Horror:

6 Hours (2015) - Diego Ayala

Aftershock (2012) - Nicolás López (Chilean co-production)

Ángel Negro (2000) - Jorge Olguín

Bring Me the Head of the Machine Gun Woman (2012) - Ernesto Díaz Espinoza

Descendants (2008) - Jorge Olguín

Downhill (2016) - Patricio Valladares

The Green Inferno (2013) - Eli Roth (Chilean production)

Knock Knock (2015) - Eli Roth (partial Chilean production)

La Gravedad del Púgil (2016) - Jorge Mella

Hidden in the Woods (2012) - Patricio Valladares

Madre (2016) - Aaron Burns (Chilean production)

Magic Magic (2013) - Sebastián Silva (Chilean co-production)

Maldito Amor (2014) - Sebastián Badilla

Natacha y el Cuarto Espanto (2010) (short film) - Jorge Mella

Necrolovers (2013) (short film) - Victor Uribe

Pickman's Model (2000) - Ricardo Harrington

Sangre Eterna (2002) - Jorge Olguín

Sendero (2015) - Lucio A. Rojas

The Stranger (2014) - Guillermo Amoedo

Trauma (2017) - Lucio A. Rojas

Visceral: Between the Ropes of Madness (2012) - Felipe Eluti

Whispers of the Forest (2014) - Jorge Olguín

The Wolf House (2018) - Joaquin Cociña; Cristóbal León (Chilean co-production)

Yokai (2014) - Cristobal Echevensko

Zombie Dawn (2011) - Cristian Toledo; Lucio A. Rojas

Colombian Horror:

27 Hours With Death (1982) - Jairo Pinilla

Área maldita (1980) - Jairo Pinilla

At the End of the Spectra (2006) - Juan Felipe Orozco

Bloody Flesh (Carne de tu carne) (1983) - Carlos Mayolo

Caliban (2019) - David Bohórquez

La Cara Oculta (2011) - Andrés Baiz

City of Dead Men (2014) - Kirk Sullivan (Colombian production)

The Crack (El resquicio) - Alfonso Acosta

Funeral siniestro (1977) - Jairo Pinilla

Out of the Dark (2014) - Lluís Quílez

The Squad (2011) - Jaime Osorio Marquez

Saudó, laberinto de almas (2016) - Jhonny Hendrix

Wake Up and Die (2011) - Miguel Urrutia

Cuban Horror:

Havana Darkness (2018) - Guillermo Iván

Is That You? (2018) - Rudy Riverón Sánchez

Juan of the Dead (2010) - Alejandro Brugués

Más vampiros en La Habana (2003) - Juan Padrón

¡Vampiros en La Habana! (1985) - Juan Padrón

Dominican Republic Horror:

Andrea: The Revenge of the Spirit (2005) - Rogert Bencosme

El Bosque (2009) - Boccaccio Guzmán

Brujeria Fantasma (2010) - Rod Lopez (Dominican co-production)

La Casa del Kilómetro 5 (2012) - Omar Javier

Las Cenizas del Mal (2008) - Javier Vargas

Criptico (2013) - Ronny Sosa

Cuentos De Camino (2017) - Javier Vargas

El Desvío - Pacto Incumplido (2010) - Juan Ramón Martinez

Detrás de la Muerte (2009) - Leticia Melo

Enigma (2008) - Robert Cornelio

El Hoyo del Diablo (2012) - Francisco Disla Ferreira

El Mito Ciguapa (2009) - Boccaccio Guzmán

Masacre en el río Yuna (2003) - Pablo Roberto Saviñón

Regresos del Más Allá (2012) - Danilo Arroyo, Julio Fortuna

La Reliquia (2008) - Boccaccio Guzmán

Solo Respira (2020) (in post-production)- Felix Limardo

Peruvian Horror:

Aventura Sangrienta (2017) - Joaquín Valentino

El Buen Pedro (2012) - Sandro Ventura

Cementerio General (2013) - Dorian Fernández-Moris

Cuentos de la Bruja (2019) - Mike Lyddon (Peruvian production)

El Demonio de los Andes (2014) - Palito Ortega Matute

The Entity (2015) - Eduardo Schuldt

No estamos solos (2016) - Daniel Rodríguez Risco

Face of the Devil (2014) - Frank Pérez-Garland

The Game (2019) - Rogger Vergara Adrianzén

La hacienda (2009) - Nelson Castillo

The Inquisitor (1975) - Bernardo Arias

La luz en el cerro (2016) - Ricardo Velarde

Maligno (2016) - Martin Casapia Casanova, Francisco Bardales

Malefic (2015) - Sandro Ventura

Nakaq (2003) - José Gabriel Huertas

Nasca Yuukai (2017) - Alex Hidalgo

NN (2014) - Héctor Gálvez

Pishtaco (2003) (short film) - José Antonio Gamboa Martínez

Poseída por el diablo ... en las garras de Lucifer (2005) - Leonidas Zegarra

Qarqacha: El Demonio del Incesto (2002) - Melinton Fusebio

Sahara Hellen: El Regreso del Vampiro (2019) - Roger Asto Leon

Sangre y tradición (2005) - Nilo Inga, Elizabeth Rojas

Secreto Matusita (2014) - Dorian Fernández-Moris

Shadows (2005) - José Luis Castañeda

Sinister Circle (2016) - Dorian Fernández-Moris

Sombras del demonio (2019) - Leonidas Zegarra

Tras la Oscuridad (2016) - Miguel Rosas Vargas

The Tunche (2017) - Rey Cajacuri

Una Comedia Macabra (2017) - Sandro Ventura

Portugese Horror:

The Baron (O Barão) (2011) - Edgar Pêra

Blood Curse (2006) - Frederico Serra, Tiago Guedes

The Cannibals (1988) - Manoel de Oliveira (partial Portuguese production)

A Caverna (2015) (short film) - Edgar Pêra

The Convent (1995) - Manoel de Oliveira (Portuguese co-production)

O Crime de Aldeia Velha (1964) - Manuel Guimarães

Dédalo (2013) - Jerónimo Rocha

The Forest of the Lost Souls (2017) - José Pedro Lopes

Häuschen a Herança (2019) (short film) - Paulo A.M. Oliveira, Pedro Martins

I'll See You in My Dreams (2003) (short film) - Miguel Ángel Vivas

Karaoke Night (2019) (short film) - Francisco Lacerda

Killies (2015) (short film) - David Rebordão

Mutant Blast (2018) - Fernando Alle (Portuguese co-production)

Painless (2012) - Juan Carlos Medina (partial Portuguese production)

A Teia de Gelo (2012) - Nicolau Breyner

The Territory (1981) - Raúl Ruiz

O Vídeo 2 (2017) - Bruno Rodrigues

Venezualan Horror:

3 Beauties (2014) - Carlos Caridad-Montero

Aguasanta's Fall (2007) (short film) - Daniel Blanco Clavier; Pablo Iranzo

Bloodbath Test (2018) - Carla Forte; Vicente Forte

Chupacabra (2004) - Luisa De Ville

Day of the Mummy (2014) - Johnny Tabor

Drácula (1991) - Humberto Morales

Either/Or (2010) - Juan Avella

Figures Receding Into Space (2008) (short film) - Lino Sanguino Di Cristofaro

The House at the End of Time (2013) - Alejandro Hidalgo

Infection (2019) - Flavio Pedota (Venezualan co-production)

El Infierno de Gaspar Mendoza (2015) - Julián Balam

Keep Out of Children's Reach (2017) (short film) - Gustavo Sanchez

Lady in White (2015) (short film) - Alfredo Hueck

The Lake Vampire (2018) - Carl Zitelmann

La Mano (1995) - Tony Rodríguez

La noche del sapo (1982) - Román Chalbaud

Pandemonium, the Hell's Capital City (1997) - Román Chalbaud

El visitante de la noche (1985) - Renato Gutiérrez

The Whistler (2019) - Gisberg Bermudez

The Whistler: Origins (2017) - Gisberg Bermudez

Wood Eyes (2017) - Roberto Suárez; Germán Tejeira (Venezualan co-production)

Films Made Elsewhere by Hispanic and Latin-American Directors:

Blade II (2002) - Guillermo del Toro

Bruiser (2000) - George A. Romero

Creepshow (1982) - George A. Romero

The Dark Half (1993) - George A. Romero

Dawn of the Dead (1978) - George A. Romero

Day of the Dead (1985) - George A. Romero

Diary of the Dead (2007) - George A. Romero

Don't Breathe (2016) - Fede Alvarez

The Crazies (1973) - George A. Romero

Evil Dead (2013) - Fede Alvarez

The Faculty (1998) - Robert Rodriguez

House of Wax (2005) - Jaume Collet-Serra

It (2017) - Andy Muschietti

It Chapter Two (2019) - Andy Muschietti

Martin (1977) - George A. Romero

Mimic (1997) - Guillermo del Toro

Monkey Shines (1988) - George A. Romero

Moscow Zero (2006) - María Lidón

Night of the Living Dead (1968) - George A. Romero

Orphan (2009) - Jaume Collet-Serra

Season of the Witch (1972) - George A. Romero

The Shape of Water (2017) - Guillermo del Toro

Survival of the Dead (2009) - George A. Romero

The Town that Dreaded Sundown (2014) - Alfonso Gomez-Rejon

Two Evil Eyes (1990) - George A. Romero

Virgin Cheerleaders in Chains (2018) - Paulo Biscaia Filho

#horror #links #list #Hispanic #Latin-American

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I suppose the most important question is how feral, on a scale of one to buckwild feral, would Bruce go if Clark DID have a tentacle dick or some other. Alien anatomy. Because I feel like the range would be incredibly high and extremely filthy.

Anon I’m so glad you asked because I’ve been thinking about this for weeks now

I even had a post in my drafts that your post reminded me of it even though it’s super tame in comparison to what this answer here is going to be.

Firstly, to answer your question: He’d lose it.

Now, for a more in-depth approach:

Feral Bruce and his Alien Boyfriend

Warning, and I cannot stress this enough: Alien cocks to be discussed below. Also just. Nastiness.

I have to start by once again saying that Bruce is a freak. He already owns Alien Dildos before he even meets Clark. So when sweet sunshine Clark shyly hints that he has some anatomical differences to humans, Bruce, who fucked himself with the ribbed Purple Star Destroyer XXL glow in the dark limited edition just this morning, gives him a blank stare, mentally hyperventilating.

Now, the thing is: Imo, Clark fucks. Blame it on the bathtub scene in BvS (shameful confession: I…actually didn’t see BvS bc I am really bad at remembering to watch films but I know it happens and I’m thankful), but I think “regular” Clark gets a fair share. He’s no Brucie, but he enjoys human interaction, i.e. cute little dates where he shows them the farm and then playfully fucks them in the barn. It’s been mentioned, we know what’s up. But I do think alien anatomy!Clark would be a tad shy about the “issue”. We can either go with the narrative that he’s never trusted anyone enough to reveal that part of himself (cute, romantic) and instead just really likes to give head, all “No, no, it’s fine, I just want to make you feel good”, wet chin, glassy-eyed and flushed, turned on to the point of shaking but holding back (hot).

Or maybe he had penetrative sex with one (1) other person, which was also very sweet and fumbling and cutesy-romantic.

Either way. Either way, none of that compares to the way Bruce just silently vibrates with his “wow ok finally that’s great news I can’t wait to get railed hard by your alien cock(s)” energy. Like. That’s e n t h u s i a s m.

But! BUT! Clark doesn’t really know that yet. Because Bruce, A Bat of Science, goes “Interesting, fascinating, I would very much like a sample of your reproductive fluids to run some tests if that’s alright.”

So Clark, who respects science, goes “oh yes sure of course I can do that”

(Intermezzo: Does he take the little cup and goes to jerk off somewhere in private or does Bruce help?? The self-control it would take to come face-to-face with the object of desire (alien cock) and not take action would be immense. But also if he doesn’t, Clark might think Bruce is purely scientific in his interest so what is to follow will be extra nice and surprising)

(To be extra nasty: Bruce has SUCH a hard time with that sample because !! oh wow!! Clark’s come in a fancy little cup! The urge to guzzle it down…very prominent.)

A few days later, Clark gets a call from Bruce all “Test are done and you need to come over right now”. Worrying. So he drops whatever he’s doing and comes over. And oh boy. Clark has never, never seen Bruce in such a state of ferity. Wild eyes, flushed cheeks, practically vibrating. So he’s all “Oh boy oh golly am I poisonous what’s going on” but Bruce is in his space before he can even properly finish that. Between the tongue in his mouth and the hand in his hair and the other hand under his shirt, Clark manages to ask what the heck’s going on, and Bruce is all “Your sperm is perfectly safe for consumption. Come on, I need it.” Tearing at Clark’s shirt, one hand already between Clark’s thighs, greedily feeling him up through the thick material of his jeans. That’s e n t h u s i a s m.

NOW!!! What does Clark’s alien cock look like???

Tentacles are like. Classy. I wish I could name my favoruite but..I FORGOT the TITLE and it’s super frustrating and I’m super sorry. Still. Tentacles can be very nice.

What I came up with at some point was this: forked. That is to say. Two cocks. Ribbed, with the ribs (..?) pulsing when Clark is in a state of great arousal. Slightly warmer to the touch than one would anticipate.

Also: “Showers of Blessing” by FabulaRasa tackles the idea of like. Massive amounts of come. It’s super nsfw and it’s really nice. Maybe we’re not thinking quite THIS much. But. A lot of come.(I can’t link it without risking that the entire post gets swallowed up, even though I’m not sure I would want anyone to find this tbh tbh tbh)

So if we go with the “I had sex with someone very dear to me once” thing, they 100% only “used” one of the available options for penetration. If it’s tentacles, I doubt penetration actually happened. (Flushed, touch-starved Clark overwhelmed that someone is touching him at all, helplessly bucking into the hand of his puppy love with his love-drunk tentacles all wiggly and thrilled to be touched… nice.)

What I’m getting at is that Clark is just not prepared for someone to go “Ok I’m going to take all of this in one go actually”

Bruce is an all-or-nothing, straight into the deep end type of guy to begin with. But lust-drunk Bruce? He’s a mess. He’s got the determination to stroke and suck on whatever he can get his mouth and hands on. Clark is a little worried that he’ll unhinge his jaw in his enthusiasm. Not that Clark has much capacity for worry left when he has the visuals of Bruce between his legs, flushed and messy, drooling all over himself as he attempts to shove two cocks down his throat.

As established, alien anatomy!Clark hasn’t had that many sexual encounters and certainly never one that actually fulfilled all of his needs. But Clark still has a very potent sex drive. And he’s just now experiencing how good sex actually feels. So -Bruce is not the only one going a little mad.

So when Bruce’s completely blissed out, stuffed to the brim with alien cock, Clark loses it a little, too, and fucks him to pieces. He still has some grasp on his strength, of course, but it’s slipping ever so slightly. Overwhelmed as he is, he jackhammers Bruce into the bed, possibly breaking it in the process. Absolutely overwhelmed with the soft heat of Bruce, with his hitched little moans and his flushed-dripping cock.

The orgasms are intense. Petit Mort is the right word. Clark’s panting. He’s sweating. Bruce, meanwhile, is a complete, blissed out mess, overstimulated and boneless, sucking bruises into Clark’s neck lazily while he waits for the high to pass. Truly sated.

Very compatible. Absolute messes.

End notes: Uh? I hope this somewhat answers your question. I feel like I escalated a little. Thank you so much for joining me on that trip to filth town ;^; (I wrote this in 1.5 hours instead of doing uni work…)

#filth #feral bruce hours #superbat

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Four for the price of one

“The Last Black Man in San Francisco” (on disc/streaming Aug. 13, 2019; rated R; directed by Joe Talbot; run time 2 hours) is a cinematic love letter to San Francisco, one full of postcard-worthy imagery and tender moments but also one that questions what the City by the Bay has become. The story follows friends Jimmie Fails (as a version of himself) and Jonathan Majors (as Mont). They are adult black males, underemployed but clinging to big dreams. Mont is a sweet, odd man who is an artist and wants to be a playwright. Jimmie is pensive and sensitive. And he is homeless, sleeping on the floor next to Mont’s bed in the home of Mont’s grandfather (Danny Glover). Jimmie and Mont often wheel around town on Jimmie’s skateboard. Jimmie has a fascination for an old Victorian home in the Filmore part of the city, a neighborhood once predominantly black but one now that has been revamped through gentrification. Without the owners’ permission, Jimmie starts fixing up the house. When it becomes vacant, he and Mont move in and plan to get the property through squatting. Their plan is foiled, though, by an aggressive real-estate agent who wants to sell the $4 million home – a price Jimmie can’t possibly afford. While “The Last Black Man in San Francisco” is a story about gentrification (the black population in the city has fallen from about 15 percent in the 1970s to 5 percent today, and a one-bedroom apartment can cost more than $4,000 a month in previously blighted areas of the city), but it makes its social commentary subtly and uniquely (but offers no answers), and through the friendship between Jimmie and Mort. A sort of Greek chorus of young men who hang out on the street ruthlessly insult each other and Jimmie and Mort, and they and others sometimes let the two know they aren’t as “black” or “masculine” as young black men are traditionally expected to be. Fails and Majors are excellent even when they aren’t saying much with words. First-time feature director Joe Talbot (a childhood friend of Fails) fills the movie with warm but decidedly urban imagery. The entire movie seems to have been filmed just before dusk on a warm autumn day. “The Last Man in San Francisco” was released to talk of being a Best Picture contender. And it is worthy of the academy’s consideration. Rating: 95 out of 100.

“Ready or Not” (in theaters Aug. 21, 2019; rated R; directed by Matt Bettinelli-Olpin and Tyler Gillett; run time 1 hour, 35 minutes) is a horror story (and a gruesome one at that) that also is a thinly disguised condemnation of old wealth. It stars Samara Weaving as Grace, a young woman who is about to marry into money. That money belongs to the Le Domas family, who inherited their riches from a relative who made his fortune through board games – and apparently made a deal with the devil in the process. After she marries black sheep Alex Le Domas (Mark O’Brien), the family informs Grace she must participate in a Le Domas wedding night tradition. Grace and her new in-laws will play a game randomly chosen from a stack of cards. When Grace draws a hide-and-seek card, she laughs it off. But soon she realizes the game is deadly. Grace must stay hidden from her armed pursuers in the darkly lit family mansion (candles everywhere despite the film being set in the present day) until dawn the next day. If she survives, terrible things will happen to the Le Domas family. “Ready or Not” is brutal in its violence but also aspires to be a dark comedy, and in the end it does both better than average, but not a lot better than average. It seems to work best as an action/suspense film when the family is chasing Grace. The black comedy has its moments, but the laughs are sporadic and the dialogue annoying (and full of F-bombs). Also grating are some of the characters, particularly Alex’s Aunt Helene (Nicky Guardagni), who glares at Grace throughout and looks ridiculous in swept-back hair and too much eyeliner (there are many smoky eyes throughout). Weaving is the film’s strong suit, but she delivers a ridiculous one-word last line, one that simultaneously goes for a cheap laugh and groans. “Ready or Not” is bloodier and more contemporary but mines much of the same territory as last year’s “The Favourite.” Both want us to know that the wealthy are weird at best and dangerous at worst. Rating: 74 out of 100.

“Overcomer” (in theaters Aug. 23, 2019; rated PG; directed by Alex Kendrick; run time 1 hour, 55 minutes) is a movie with a message, one it doesn’t reveal (though a few hints are apparent) until about a third of the way through. And then it hammers home that message time and time again. “Overcomer” is a faith-based film directed by Alex Kendrick and co-written by him and his brother, Stephen Kendrick, who have made a series of Christian dramas that are produced inexpensively but do moderately well at the box office. Alex Kendrick also stars as John Harrison, a basketball coach at a Christian high school. The city where it is located is experiencing hard times. When the largest employer shuts down, Harrison’s best players start moving away and the school starts cutting jobs. The principal (Priscilla Shirer) assigns Harrison the school’s cross-country team. But just one runner, Hannah Scott (Aryn Wright-Thompson), a sophomore move-in with asthma and a penchant for small-time theft, tries out. Harrison is trying to come to grips with his situation when he, by chance, meets a hospitalized middle-aged man (Cameron Arnett) who just happens to be a former cross-country runner and expert on the sport. When Harrison seeks his help, he gets more than he bargained for. At this point in the story, “Overcomer” shifts from a potential teen sports drama to an all-out story of faith. Much of the dialogue in the second two-thirds is praying or talking about praying (and much crying), and Hannah finds the Lord with the help of her principal. The climactic scene takes place at the state cross-country finals. And since we only get to know one of the many runners, and since she is the only one who we are certain has found Christ, guess who wins the state championship? “Overcomer” is predictable and full of many plot conveniences, and the acting, to put it kindly, is not major motion picture caliber. But it is a nice enough film. And if you are in the choir it preaches to, the message will mean much more than the way it is delivered. Rating: 35 out 100.

“Suspiria” (2018; rated R; directed by Luca Guadagnino; run time 2 hours, 32 minutes) is a film that is not for everyone. And when I say not for everyone, I mean it’s a film not for many people at all. But if you are into artsy, pretentious (to say the least), macabre stories about witchcraft and the ritualistic mutilation of human bodies set against a backdrop of a 1970s German dance troupe, this is the movie you’ve been waiting for. “Suspiria” is a reboot (not really a remake) of director Dario Argento’s 1977 horror classic of the same name. In this version, Susan (Dakota Johnson) is a young American dancer who comes to Berlin in the 1970s to study at a prestigious dance academy, Markos Tanzgruppen. Something is amiss from the get-go, as Susan is replacing a dancer who left the academy under mysterious circumstances. A power struggle is taking place among the academy’s leadership, but for now it is being run by Madame Blanc (Tilda Swinton). She becomes enamored with Susan, whose talent is immediately apparent. But Madame Blanc has more in mind for Susan than her becoming the academy’s star dancer. In the meantime, an elderly, grieving psychotherapist, Dr. Josef Klemperer (played by “Lutz Ebersdorf”), is treating the displaced dancer, Patricia Hingle (Chloe Grace Moretz), who is convinced the academy is being run by a cloven of witches. Soon, other dancers are meeting Patricia’s fate. What lies ahead for Susan? “Suspiria” might be the darkest movie you see, literally. The lighting budget could not have been more than a few dollars; some of the scenes are so dark as to make it difficult or impossible to tell what is going on. The Berlin setting is bleak; apparently it was never not raining in 1970s Berlin. Swinton is fantastic, of course, playing three roles, including a man. But much of “Suspiria” will be lost (or worse) on your average movie-goer. The audio alone is disturbing, with the crystal-clear sounds of breaking bones, much heavy breathing and grunting, and a wonderfully and fittingly strange-but-beautiful score by Radiohead’s Thom Yorke. And there will be blood. And guts. And lots of them. If you can stomach it, and if you don’t mind a film that seems to jump the rails but keep plowing ahead (sometimes into unintentionally funny territory) about the two-hour mark, “Supspiria” can be rewarding and mesmerizing. Everyone else should take a pass, though. Rating: 78 out of 100.

#movies #movie reviews #movie recommendation #the last black man in san francisco #ready or not #overcomer #suspiria #Horror #faith-based films #gentrification

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Ben E. King

Benjamin Earl King(born Benjamin Earl Nelson, September 28, 1938 – April 30, 2015) was an American soul and R&B singer and record producer. He was perhaps best known as the singer and co-composer of "Stand by Me"—a US Top 10 hit, both in 1961 and later in 1986 (when it was used as the theme to the film of the same name), a number one hit in the UK in 1987, and no. 25 on the RIAA's list of Songs of the Century—and as one of the principal lead singers of the R&B vocal group the Drifters notably singing the lead vocals of one of their biggest global hit singles (and only U.S. #1 hit) "Save the Last Dance for Me".

The Drifters

In 1958, King (still using his birth name) joined a doo-wop group called the Five Crowns. Later that year, the Drifters' manager George Treadwell fired the members of the original Drifters, and replaced them with the members of the Five Crowns.

King had a string of R&B hits with the group on Atlantic Records. He co-wrote and sang lead on the first Atlantic hit by the new version of the Drifters, "There Goes My Baby" (1959). He sang lead on a succession of hits by the team of Doc Pomus and Mort Shuman, including "Save the Last Dance for Me", "This Magic Moment", and "I Count the Tears". King recorded only thirteen songs with the Drifters—two backing other lead singers and eleven lead vocal performances—including a non-single called "Temptation" (later redone by Drifters vocalist Johnny Moore). The last of the King-led Drifters singles to be released was "Sometimes I Wonder", which was recorded May 19, 1960, but not issued until June 1962.

Due to contract disputes with Treadwell in which King and his manager, Lover Patterson, demanded greater compensation, King rarely performed with the Drifters on tour or on television. On television, fellow Drifters member Charlie Thomas usually lip-synched the songs that King had recorded with the Drifters.

Solo career

In May 1960, King left the Drifters, assuming the stage name Ben E. King in preparation for a solo career. Remaining with Atlantic Records on its Atco imprint, King scored his first solo hit with the ballad "Spanish Harlem" (1961).

His next single, "Stand by Me", written with Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller, ultimately would be voted as one of the Songs of the Century by the Recording Industry Association of America. King cited singers Brook Benton, Roy Hamilton and Sam Cooke as influences for his vocals of the song. "Stand by Me", "There Goes My Baby", "Spanish Harlem", and "Save the Last Dance for Me" were all named in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame's 500 Songs that Shaped Rock and Roll; and each of those records has earned a Grammy Hall of Fame Award. King's other well-known songs include "Don't Play That Song (You Lied)", "Amor", "Seven Letters", "How Can I Forget", "On the Horizon", "Young Boy Blues", "First Taste of Love", "Here Comes the Night", "Ecstasy", and "That's When It Hurts". In the summer of 1963, King had a Top 30 hit with "I (Who Have Nothing)", which reached the Top 10 on New York's radio station, WMCA.

King's records continued to place well on the Billboard Hot 100 chart until 1965. British pop bands began to dominate the pop music scene, but King still continued to make R&B hits, including "What is Soul?" (1966), "Tears, Tears, Tears" (1967), and "Supernatural Thing" (1975).

King returned to the [12][better source needed]Drifters in late 1982 in England, and sang with them until the group's break-up and reorganization in 1986. From 1983 until the band's break-up, the other members of this incarnation of the Drifters were Johnny Moore, Joe Blunt, and Clyde Brown.[citation needed]

A 1986 re-issue of "Stand by Me" followed the song's use as the theme song to the movie Stand By Me and re-entered the Billboard Top Ten after a 25-year absence. This reissue also reached Number 1 in the United Kingdom and Ireland for three weeks in February 1987.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ben_E._King

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laketaj24 · 6 years

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The Arrangement Pt. 7

WARNINGS: SMUT. DubCon/Definite NonCon.

Hey!!! SMUTTY SUNDAY!!!! This is Dark!Ubbe and this fic could make some people uncomfortable. I have put the trigger warnings in the tags and also in the Warning section! Other than that, for those of you who do decide to take a gander below the break… If you would like to be ADDED/Removed from the taglist! Let me know! Enjoy!

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There was not such thing as open with him. You’d figured this out through his lack of communication and though he liked to talk, he rambled and the conversation other than moment you two were in, had no meaning.

“I’m going to the store.” Ubbe peaks into the room you two shared.

Your stretched across the California King bed with the first good book you’ve read since high school. “Okay.”

“Do you want something?”

“No, thanks.”

He says nothing once he leaves, just closes the door. You listen as he hits the steps and then the door. The car engine starts and you’re up. You climb out of the bed and head downstairs. He spent most of his time in his study. He never allowed you in there, you assumed because he counted over one million dollars and hid in the room one night, but at this point money was not what you desired from him. You wanted to feel human with him. It’s easy to pick the lock. Bending down you slide the hair pin into the lock fiddling until you hear it click and the door pops opens. You check outside again, making sure he’s still gone.

The office is warm, not just in temperature but colors. Like Ubbe’s clothing it was all black with dark mahogany wood like his bedroom. There is a picture of a woman and four kids. You recognize the faces of his brothers and the woman must be his mother, he never talked about her. You admirable the past Ubbe. His smile was wide and innocent. There in the picture he’d half hugged his mother and there was none of the dark bleakness you’d seen over the past few months.

You move past the picture to the desk with the large safe. Out of curiosity you lean down turning the knob to zero. You put your ear to the safe and beginning turning it. You’d done this so many times it seemed to come naturally. After five minutes the safe is unlocked and you open the heavy chrome door. It’s no surprise that there is a stack of money as high as the safe itself. All 100-dollar bills and all banded and organized. The old you would have taken the money and hauled ass to a plane but this new you… had a thing for this demon. You look at the back of the safe and see a picture. Carefully you slide the picture from the safe realizing it wasn’t a picture but an obituary.

Modesto Lucero-Lothbrok born, April 18th, 1987 in Long Beach California died at the age of twenty-five. You skim down the obituary skipping little things and then you see it. Modesto is survived by her husband Ubbe Lothbrok and a host of other friends and family.

It made sense. You shake you head sliding down to the ground. He was guarded because he’d already experienced the worst life had to offer. You place the obituary down, and you’re tempted to take a stack and leave because there is no way that he will ever be able to open up to you. This little relationship you’d developed with him is likely the best that it gets.

A hand bunches your hair tugging you up to your feet. Your pushed chest down against the desk, shaking. “I wasn’t stealing.” You plead.

“No you were being nosey.” Ivar sneers in your ear. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.” He chuckles. He spreads your legs. “Now what would Ubbe say if I told him you were in here stealing from him, again?” He nips at your ear, grazing his teeth and then biting down hard. He pushes your dress up. “Can I taste what all the rave is about?”

“Please, I just wanted to see what…”

“Answer my fucking question, Y/N?” It doesn’t matter what you say for it’s too late. His thick finger prods into you once and then twice and your body fails you as you become wet. Fear and arousal were one in the same for you now. He drags his finger across your swollen clit and leans closer to you. “You’re always fucking ready aren’t you.” You feel him pressed against your thigh, thick and hard. “No wonder he wanted to keep you tied up.” He pumps his fingers into you faster and you find yourself panting. You swat at his hand and like a vice grip he pins your hands above your head with one hand. “I could fuck you right here…” He threatens.

“Ivar.” You feel the wave of pleasure starting to flow. “I’m his…”

“Do you think I give a damn?” He laughs feeling you come around his fingers. “You dirty slut, you.” Your body spasms lightly, making you feel a hit of guilt and you shouldn’t. His fingers leave you and he turns you around to face him. “You’re only alive because I okayed it. Remember that when you think you want to tell him about this. And stay out of his shit. Get out.” He pushes you to the door.

Ubbe returns with a few groceries and clothes for you. He liked to shop, that you liked. There wasn’t an amount of soap that could get the feel of guilt off you. You’d showered over an hour locking yourself in the room until you heard Ubbe’s voice.

“I got food.” He smirks. “Why are you already showered?” Ubbe opens the fridge tossing in the food. You go behind him fixing the food.

“I just got tired.”

“You’ve been reading that trash all day.” He chuckled. “We can do something if you want?”

“Whatever you want,” You can’t fake a smile as Ivar strolls in the room looking you up and down. You’re rigid. “I’ll leave you two.”

“Ivar’s leaving…” Ubbe adds grabbing your arm for you to stay in the room. “He wants to talk about the heist. Go ahead and tell her, we have shit to do.”

“Next week you are meeting with Marcus.” Ivar bites into the apple staring at you with an arrogance you can’t stand. “You sure you can handle being alone with him?”

Your eyes widened and Ubbe steps in pushing him out of the kitchen. “Go, we will see you later.” Ubbe closes the door behind him returning to the kitchen staring at you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing?”

“You were happier earlier.” He said plainly. “Am I boring you?”

“No.” You answer quickly. “You’re not.”

“Okay.” He steps closer to you and he leans against the counter across from you, folding his arms across his chest. “I am not good at this shit… I haven’t been in a relationship in a while. And my last,” He pauses. “I was a different person from who I am now.”

“Who were you then?”

“Someone who was weak and unguarded. I allowed things to happen that shouldn’t have in my life and it cost me some things I can’t get back. So, no I can’t express my feelings to you, Y/N. I don’t even know what they are really.”

“So, why did you even offer me a deal?” You touch his face hesitantly and he doesn’t move as your finger flows down the Xs on his face. He closes his eyes. “Why not make me another x?”

“Because.” He doesn’t answer.

“Was the arrangement you little fucked up way of a first date?”

Ubbe’s face actually softens and turns a pretty shade of pink. “Likely.”

“A simple steak and fuck would have sufficed.”

“I can offer you the fuck now, if you cook the steaks I bought later?”

“I can handle this arrangement,” You tug him closer to you knowing that it would be the only dominant thing you got to do. Ubbe tosses you over his shoulder and carries you down stairs to the torture room which had grown from your worst nightmare to your favorite room in the house. He strapped you into the manacles and left you hanging there naked and anticipating.

The cool air flows from the vents, hitting your chest, making your brown nipples become erect. Ubbe’s stands before you, admiring for a moment. He grabs the small silver clip clamping them down on your breast. You squirm for a moment as he tightens them and then steps back returning to his drawer. He returns with a small chrome rolling pin with small spikes coming from it. Your eyes grow large and he gives you that demon like smile.

“What?”

“What is that?”

“It’s not wax.”

“It looks like a murder weapon.” You say jokingly.

“I haven’t killed anyone with it.” He adds. He is in front of you and then he squats rolling the pin up your thighs. The sensation is odd but enjoyed as he traces your inner thighs and then up your stomach. He stands and pulls of the clamps from your breast. It sends a rush of pain and then pleasure through your body and he rolls the pin over it. The ecstasy from the sensation makes your mouth water and your panting grows shallower. He pulls the other and repeats it dropping the pin to the ground. He pushes a finger inside of you, then two and then three. He pumps until your nearly there and the turns you around on the manacles. He reaches for the roller again and sends the picks over your cheeks. “I want your ass.” He whispers. His finger circles your rim and he pushes in gently. It’s unfamiliar and tense. He leaves you and returns again and you feel the small plug slide into you. Its cold foreign but your body conform around it as he moves it in and out. He leaves it and turns you back to face him. “Not today though.” He smirks. You watch as he lines himself and then lowers the manacles down from the ceiling. He starts to fuck you, deep and hard. This feeling of being consumed by him is tantalizingly dangerous. His hands travel up your back pulling you down to meet him with each thrust. Ubbe locks eyes with you and for the first time you see something under all that darkness and all you want to scream is that you won’t break his heart.

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scarletwelly-boots · 5 years

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Books Read 2018

I read 20 books in 2018, about 15 fewer books than last year (I work longer hours and have a further commute is my excuse). Technically I’m not even done with one of them, but I have like an hour or two to go of it and it’s an audiobook so it’ll be read faster than I could read it.

This is the third year I have done the Reading Challenge, which lists a number of categories to read books under (there were 40 categories this year, so I got a solid 50%). You can find the challenges I’ve done at least last, this, and next year, on Popsugar. (I don’t remember if I got the 2016 one from the same site). I also took some liberties with the categories and even changed a few to entries from last year’s list.

1. Jurassic Park, by Michael Crichton (A book made into a movie you’ve already seen). ‘Kay so. I liked it, of course I did. I like the movie and I’m in love with Ian Malcolm. It was interesting because it provide some context fro scenes in the movie or left out of the movie that I didn’t get when I watched it. It was different from the movie in a lot of spoiler-y ways that I won’t get into. Most of these differences were good with one exception that really upset me. I would recommend to read it anyway.

2. Leah on the Offbeat, by Becky Albertalli (The next book in a series you started). This is the sequel to Simon vs. The Homosapien Agenda and I’m gonna be honest. I LOVED it. Was it better than Simon? No, probably not. But the representation made me really happy. I’m also a fat bisexual and though I’m not always a woman, I was raised AFAB, so it was still really relatable to me. There were some plot holes, because I’m pretty sure Albertalli decided Leah was bi after Simon was published. I thought it was really cute, though, and I definitely recommend it.

3. Weird Ireland, assorted authors (A book involving a mythical creature). A very small, independently published book about paranormal, supernatural, and extra-terrestrial sightings in Ireland. It was okay. I finished it in two hours. I knew everything that was in it, and some of it they even got wrong. Even if you’re crazy-obsessed with Ireland like me, you can skip this one.

4. Wild Irish Women, by Marian Broderick (a book set in a country that fascinates you). This is the kind of history book I like. Each chapter follows the biography of a different person and provides some context about the time period in which they lived. I learned a lot about Irish women I had never heard of, learned more about women I already knew about, and reread what little is known about my hero and historical crush, Grainne Ni Mhaille. One shortcoming of this book was their inclusion and insistent misgendering of Dr. Barry, an Irish physician who made great strides in natal care for women and who at this point is pretty widely believed to have been a transman. As a genderfluid person, this frustrated me so much that about three sentences into his entry I grabbed a red pen and actually corrected the pronoun usage. All the same, I recommend the book if you like women’s or Irish history, or los dos, like myself.

5. A Wrinkle in Time, by Madeleine L’Engle (a book with a time of day in the title). Hey, it had the word ‘time’; I say that counts! Guys, if you have never read this book, you need to. Even if you watched/sobbed during the movie. Dear god this book is so good. The theoretical physics is confusing, but that’s to be expected (my fifth graders were like ‘wth does this mean’ and I was like ‘you got me; this is why I teach elementary’). But it had some of my favorite themes, and Meg does her job as the oldest sibling, which as an oldest sibling, I respect and expect. (Never bring up the movie The Wind that Shakes the Barley with me; I am very, very firm about my Oldest Sibling Job responsibilities.) Anyway, read this goddamn book please.

6. Heart of the Fae, by Emma Hamm (A book with a villain or antihero). I am a sucker for all things Beauty and the Beast and all things Ireland, so when I saw a recommendation for this independently published Irish retelling of Beauty and the Beast on tumblr, I ordered it immediately. I really loved it. It’s also the first in a series and listen, the only thing better than a Beauty and the Beast retelling is a TRILOGY of a Beauty and the Beast retelling. I started the sequel but I haven’t finished yet. This book is so good. I highly recommend it.

7. The Upside of Unrequited, by Becky Albertalli (A book with alliteration in the title). This was...okay. It’s a companion to Simon vs. the Homosapien Agenda, and it follows Abby’s cousins. In a way, it was gayer than the others, because her cousins have two moms and one of the cousins is gay. But it’s from the POV of the straight one, so not as gay. Plus I really like the characters from the first two, and we didn’t even get very much Abby in this one. You kind of have to read it like its own novel with a couple cameos from Abby. As a standalone, it wasn’t bad, but as a series it was a bit of a letdown.

8. The Once and Future King, by TH White (a book about time travel). Look, Merlin ages opposite to the passage of time, so it counts as time travel. I have been trying to read this book for ten years. I liked most of it. I had a few qualms but given the climate in which it was written it makes sense for the time period (not that that should excuse some of the cringe-worthy parts). The last like fifty pages White waxes poetic on the capitalist system and it’s like, we get it, you’re a white man from the middle of the Cold War, but read a goddamn book. Additionally, at least three men were raped by women with some not-so-subtle victim blaming which pissed me the fuck off. But the overall story, the legend of King Arthur, was good. It’s definitely a cornerstone in the Arthurian saga. I might try to read Le Morte d’Arthur next year and see how it compares.

9. All the King’s Men, by Nora Sakavic (a book with song lyrics in the title). Humpty Dumpty is close enough to a song. This is book three of the All for the Game trilogy, and holy shit you have to read this. It’s the best book in the trilogy. It is a series about a college sports team who play a made up sport called Exy, which is basically a more violent version of lacrosse. I’m not a huge sports fan, but the way she writes Exy matches had me on the edge of my seat. The team is made up of all “at-risk” students, the main character being a kid on the run from his mob boss dad. Trigger warning for the series for violence, sexual assault/rape, abuse, drug use, I may be missing some things. It was so good though.

10. The War I Finally Won, by Kimberley Brubaker Bradley (A book with an LGBTQ+ protagonist). This is a really great sequel to another children’s book. See below for the synopsis.

11. The War that Saved My Life, by Kimberley Brubaker Bradley (a book about mental health). Okay, I don’t know why that is the category I put it in, other than the protagonist was told by her mother all her life that she was mentally disabled even though it was just physically. This book and it’s sequel above were AMAZING. It’s about a little girl and her brother in World War II England. The girl has a club foot and spends her life locked away in her abusive mother’s flat in London. She teaches herself to walk, and then she and her brother run away to join the other children being evacuated to the country. They are taken in by a woman who doesn’t want to care for them but in less than a day becomes totally ride-or-die for them (I love that trope). The woman is heavily implied to be gay and is grieving the death of her companion (hence the category above). I loved both books and highly recommend them.

12. Norse Mythology, by Neil Gaiman (a book by an author of a different ethnicity than you). British isn’t that different of an ethnicity from my pasty ass, but I was hard-pressed to put this wonderful book in a category. Apparently my disaster wife Loki is a dumbass and they just look clever because the other gods are stupider than they are. I loved all the stories but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t just pick this up exclusively because I’m fucking in love with Loki. I do really recommend it though.

13. Alexander Hamilton, by Ron Chernow (a book that is also a stage play or musical). I’ve been meaning to read this for ages. It was really interesting, and a lot of it didn’t make it into the musical since it’s like 600 pages long so I learned a lot. I’m still reading it, and I’ve reached the duel so I’m almost finished. Thank god for audiobooks; if my slow-ass self were reading this, I’d still be on page like 100 and I’ve been reading it for a month. If you liked the musical I recommend you read this.

14. Go Set a Watchman, by Harper Lee (a book that you borrowed or was given to you as a gift). I had a hard time following this book. Lee went back and forth between the present (Scout in her twenties) and the 15-or-so years in between the end of TKAM and the beginning of GSAW. It wasn’t bad, but given the stories from Scout’s high school years that were really amusing and the most engaging of the whole book, I’d have preferred if the sequel took place during those years. I think this is the proof as to why most classics don’t have sequels. Read it, but don’t expect much.

15. Making Thinking Visible, by Ron Ritchhart, Mark Church, etc. (a book by two authors). I had to read this for work. Meh.

16. Fence, by CS Pacat (a book about or involving a sport). This is a comic by the same author as The Captive Prince trilogy. I’m behind in issues, but I did really like it. It’s about fencing, which I love, and it’s supposed to be gay eventually. And I’m pretty sure there’s a genderfluid or gnc character which I was super excited about. I recommend it.

17. The Orphelines in the Enchanted Castle, by Natalie Savage Carlson (a childhood classic you’ve never read). Okay, don’t tell my mother, but I don’t remember anything about this book. This year (at twenty-four) was the first time I read this old, old book that I have had since I was six or seven (don’t tell my mom that, either). It was from my mom/the tooth fairy and she loved it as a kid. I guess read it if you can find it and remind me what happened in it?

18. Simon vs. The Homosapien Agenda, by Becky Albertalli (a book you meant to read in 2017 but didn’t get to). Obviously I really loved this book if I also read the sequel and companion books. It was really good, and I definitely cried. If you liked the movie, read the book. It’s different in several ways. I think if you’re thinking in terms of trueness to the book, the movie was maybe not as good, but they’re both good as their own standalone things. But I highly recommend both.

19. Because of Winn-Dixie, by Kate DiCamillo (a book that involves a bookstore or library). This book is so good. It was interesting to reread it as an adult when I last read it as a third grader. I think I understood more than I did then and got different things out of it. I think everyone should reread books from their childhood because the books can still impact you, and they’ll probably affect you differently than when you were a child. So if the last time you read this book was as a young child, pick it up again. If you’ve never read it, still read it.

20. Six of Crows, by Leigh Bardugo (your favorite prompt from the 2015, 2016, or 2017 Popsugar reading challenges: the first book in a series you haven’t read before). This was so good. It was a really interesting book with characters I’ve already kind-of met since my DM recycled some names from the book into our campaign. But I’ve come to know Waylan with similar traits but in a different context, so it was fun to be reintroduced to him. I don’t think I’ve ever read a book where I was already attached to a character in a different context before reading the book, so that was new. I’m terrible at synopses, so if you want to know what this book is about, Google it I guess. And then read it.

#books #book recommendations #book recs

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TumblrFrostbite's Public Message: How many Golden Age characters lived on during the early and mid 1950's (besides Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman, Aquaman and Green Arrow)?

Here’s the thing you have to remember to understand this question: there was a time after World War II when superheroes were thought of as a wartime fad. Only a few of the biggies (and a few small fries who were printed in backups) stayed around and enjoyed continuous publication well into the 50s, when they experienced a revival in the middle part of that decade.

Here’s a character to include in your list as someone who got continuous publication well past the time you’d think: Blue Beetle. He was the star of Fox Publishing’s comics line, so they kept him alive long after the costume hero trend started to wind down, coasting on residual popularity from his enormous peak - Blue Beetle was published bimonthly until 1955. By the time he was finished, however, Blue Beetle’s Ancient Egyptian-derived powers were underplayed and he was more like a narrator of crime stories.

In his prime, there were Blue Beetle clubs, a radio show that often a top ratings getter. Hell...Blue Beetle is a very good candidate for my Dead Fandoms series. My favorite part of, ahem, Beetlemania is the “meet and greet with Blue Beetle” at the 1939 World’s Fair sponsored by Fox publishing.

Blue Beetle was easily in the top five most popular comic heroes of World War II, along with Superman, Sheena, Captain Marvel (who’s success in the 1940s is often overstated/overplayed by comic histories in my opinion, but it is based on something), the Black Terror, and Captain America and the original Human Torch, beloved because to quote Jules Pfeiffer, “every boy goes through a phase where he is a pyromaniac.”

One character who only barely reaches into the cutoff point but who is still worth mentioning (his comics ended in 1949, which is shockingly late considering the immense drop in wartime popularity for superheroes) was Nedor comics’s Black Terror, easily one of the most popular characters of World War II. As Nedor went belly up, the character is in the public domain now.

Another superhero who had continuous publication past the war into the 1950s was Sheena, Queen of the Jungle, who was published well into 1952, though the fact her comic was so infrequently published makes this a bit less impressive.

It’s interesting that you should mention Aquaman and Green Arrow; they had infrequent publication as backup characters (remember: in the old days, comics were like anthologies, and often had “backup” strips apart from the headliners), a category that also includes the Jerry Siegel created character Robotman, about a scientist who puts his brain into a robot and who teams up with a robot dog. The stories were surprisingly upbeat and light despite the fact the hero is a brain in a robot body cut off from his humanity. Despite the fact that he’s not often mentioned today, Robotman was a surprisingly durable backup, lasting long after the war into the time you mention.

When talking about the minor league backup characters who never got their own comic, here’s a fun fact for you: we actually don’t know, with 100% certainty, who created Aquaman. Records were simply not kept, comics were uncredited, and most of the people involved are dead. The strongest case I’ve ever heard for the identity of Aquaman’s creator is Mort Weisenger, and I’ve often heard a fascinating explanation that the reason Aquaman had such durability as a backup character, despite his status as nobody’s favorite character, the Pavel Chekhov of the DC Universe, is that Mort Weisenger, was a DC editor, so he had the pull to keep his creation in publication. In other words, Aquaman is probably in the Justice League movie today because his creator was a big shot who had a soft spot for his own creation.

Unrelated aside: Here’s a question that I don’t think has ever been answered to my satisfaction, and to the best of my knowledge, was never even asked: what happened to the Golden Age Speedy, the sidekick of the Golden Age Green Arrow? Unlike the Earth-1 Roy Harper, he was often drawn as blonde instead of a redhead. He didn’t die in Crisis, but as we learned, people didn’t just “evaporate.” In theory, Golden Age Earth-2 Speedy should be alive today somewhere.

Also, here’s another character who didn’t enjoy continuous publication into the 1950s, but who’s comic did: Green Lantern. In the old days, distributors were suspicious of small numbered titles, so comics were kept going even after the hero left them. So Green Lantern eventually became a comic where the hero was forced out of it in favor of the more popular Streak, the brave dog, who got the cover.

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