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evilminji · 10 months

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(O_O ) I sit here. With a Realization.

There.... There might be... ONE(1!) Danny.

Like... Multiverserally. Because otherwise? He WOULD have met himself. Would have had a big ol "Into The Spiderverse: This Time It's All Spooky Boys (Girl, and Other Assorted Genders)!" Lair and? QUICKLY started running into Portals that lead to Not-His-Parents Fenton Labs.

But he doesn't.

He might? Literally be IT. The ONE in countless of countless impossible numbers, monkey smashing on keyboards until you get a story, Impossible Combination. Maybe the Fenton Luck really DID take them out in every other universe. Maybe Maddies family had some near misses of their own. Maybe BOTH.

There is Only One Daniel Fenton.

He Dies At Fourteen.

He defeats Pariah Dark.

He Becomes King Eternal of The Infinite.

It Was, It Is, It Always Has Been.

Why would you need to create more then one? Clutter up creation with dead end roads and possible successors? Let the Zone be punched full of holes? No, no, if you NEED to replace the old king with a NEW one... you really only NEED One(1) soul... don't you?

I've heard it discussed the Clockwork might be Father Time, father of the Endless. Father too Death herself. If we allowed this to be true? Then the Zone is HER domain. Yet? She does not rule it. Why is he HERE? Time still lives. Still flows. He is not Dead.

Thus the Observants.

You may play here, papa. But not interfere. This place is MINE. She created something with the very literal job of watching her father. He's NOT in charge here. She is.

But! She also hates it. Forever chained to one place between places? Never to see her siblings again? Nah. She can delegate.

A Holy King, if you will. Sit on her throne, listen to their problems, nod and smile, then do her busy work! She'll check in. It should not be hard. Right? Just don't do anything crazy.

It Shouldn't Be That Hard.

But Nooooooo. King after Queen after Monarch after Boss! She comes back and they are either insane or NOT who she left in charge! Everything on fire! The newly dead terrorized and not where they should be! Pariah tried to INVADE THE LIVING WORLD!!!

Did he think she'd LET HIM?

Death is miffed. You could even say... annoyed! Possibly so far as even AGITATED.

It's unsustainable, Father. But, what to do? And, well, "Have You Considered Making A Person?" If organic royalty isn't working, store boughts fine. Check the timeliness, sweetie. Death IS your Domain. You can... delay some.

And he's right. She CAN. She shouldn't, there are consequences, but she can. Others may die sooner then they ought too, in place they should not. It MESSES with things. But... yes... yes she CAN.

She... LOOKS.

Finds herself JUST the right soul. She adores it. It's PERFECT.

AND she barely has to nudge things around! Hardly any messes! She's honestly.. kind of excited. It's been so long, since she and her Father worked on anything together. Bonded like this. Will he watch over him? Make sure he sticks to the right path?

Of course Clockwork would.

Anything for his Children.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #danny and Death #she has decided she is Momther now #unless today she feels like being his sister #she is Endless and lables are for mortals #keep up Danny #king is haunted by a God #grandpa may have tricked his Death Mom into creating him #she may have known #what fifth dimensional chess bullshittery is this #asks local danny

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revchainsaw · 3 years

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The Lost Boys (1987)

The City of Santa Carla, CA has a vampire problem and that's just the sort of thing i've been looking for. We are amping up to Summerween my flock. What better way to get in the spirit of the season than with this 80s Vampire flick set in a balmy california beach town.

I can't lie, having just recently viewed the 1985 film Fright Night, it got me comparing the two so you may read some of my opinions comparing and contrasting The Lost Boys with it's predecessor. But where Fright Night is a classic vampire story brought into the then contemporary 1980s, the Lost Boys was the decades very own vampire film. Drawing from classic vampire films and the story of Peter Pan in equal parts the Lost Boys set the precedent that vampire films would draw from for years to come.

Sermon

The Emerson family falls on hard times financially and therefor moves to the town where Grandpa Emerson, the patriarch of the family grew up; Santa Carla, CA. The family has recently experienced a schism due to divorce, leaving the family unit as a grandfather, a mother and 2 sons, Michael and Sam.

Michael is quiet and masculine, his interests include fitness, motorcycles, and girls, while Sam is a bit more timid. Sam is into comic books and still can't sleep with his closet door open. The two begin to explore their surroundings, and while Sam meets the self-certain and precocious Frog brothers, self proclaimed Vampire hunters, Michael is lure by a young woman named Star into a group of predatory teenage vampire punks. Which let's face it, if they were to lean into the schlock, Teenage Vampire Punks would have been a great alternative title.

These Lost Boys as we'll call them seem to be led by David, played by Keifer Sutherland. David and his gang seek to initiate michael and through some manipulation trick him into drinking vampire blood disguised as wine. This turns Michael into a half vampire, who must fully give up his humanity to join the family.

Sam learns of his brothers transformation and after a little adjustment seeks the aid of the Frog brothers. They decide they must defeat the lead vampire to return Michael to normal, and astutely as we'll later find out (no spoiler warning, the movies almost 30 years old), pegs his mom's new boyfriend Max as the head Vamp. Max outwits the boys attempts to prove his vampirism, and thus they settle on the belief that David is the big bad.

The Frog brothers invade the Lost Boys hideout and kill Bill of Wyld Stallyns fame. They narrowly escape into the daylight before David can exact his revenge, but they know they have targets on their backs and they prepare themselves for a vampiric siege. The Lost Boys attack the Emersons and the Frog brothers and are defeated one by one. David is killed by Michael but no return to normalcy occurs. Max reveals himself to be the big bad, right before Grandpa Emerson returns and saves his family from this Peter Pan's Neverland. Grandpa hops out of his truck and delivers one of the greatest final zingers in film history.

The Benediction

Best Character: Did you know David means Beloved?

It's true look it up, it's Hebrew. David is the prototype for the young, rebellious, sexy vampire. It wasn't long after the lost boys that we got Spike in Buffy the vampire slayer, who is let's be honest just the 90's version of David. Spike my be a bit more of a lone wolf, but David is hands down the best character in this movie, and really what competition does he have other than the Frog brothers? Michael is kind of a lump, even if he's a lump who resembles Jim Morrison.

I am also going to include best actor into this category. All the charisma and charm falls on Kiefer Sutherland, as he acts circles around everyone else on screen. There's a reason the image of David is what you think of every time you think of this movie. He's not even the main antagonist of the movie. David is a great look, a scary vampire, a great actor in a great role.

Worst Character: Who's the Kid?

The first time I ever saw Lost Boys, i didn't understand how Michael and Star had a kid already. It was later that I realized he's just some kid. He doesn't really add anything but a cool looking image of a vampire faced little boy. Kind of a superfluous part. Not bad, just extra and unnecessary.

Best Kill: Death Breath (or Guard Dog on Duty)

The best kill of Lost Boys is when the Frog brothers defeat ... Paul? one of the other vampires besides David. Whoops did I say the Frog brothers defeated him? No, that was actually Nanook coming in for the kill. The Frog Bros fail to succesfully off this bloodsucker when Nanook barges into the bathroom and knocks this punk into a tub of Holy Water. The gore on the vamps face is excellent and probably some of the better practical effects work in the film.

Best Effect: Holy Water Works

While the Vampire melt itself is pretty darn good to look at, it's immediately followed by a volatile reaction that Sam Raimi would be proud of. The whole bathroom convulses and erupts with blood, it comes out of every pipe! the toilet explodes! It's awesome!

Best Aspect: Not your Big Brothers Vampire Movie

I had mentioned earlier that I had been comparing this movie to Fright Night, and as much as I love that older film, the Lost Boys beats it at almost every way. The effects in Fright Night are above bar constantly and hold nothing back, but the film for all of it's unrelenting visuals is actually quite slow. The Lost Boys and Fright Night definitely represent how much youth culture can change in just 2 years. You'd be forgiven for thinking these films take place in different decades. The Lost Boys is faster, has more attitude, and is much more adventurous in it's scope than Fright Night. If Fright Night was Judas Priest then the Lost boys is Iron Maiden. It's not as mature, but it's just that rebellious juvenility that gives it it's punch.

Worst Aspect: Mini Max

As far as big bads go. If I could make another comparison to Fright Night, it would be so much more intimidating the have a charming Jerry Dandridge playing his games with the Emersons, as his underlings The Lost Boys get the dirty work done and have fun doing it. However, we end up with this kind of dorky dude, who is even written off in the second act, only to return at the ass end of the movie just to be immediately slain and provide the but of the final quip. It was pretty weak sauce.

Best Dog: Nanook

Nanook is a good dog. He does all the protecting and is the best vampire hunter in the movie. Sorry Frog Bros.

Runner Up Dog: Thorn

Thorn is a good dog. But Thorn is also a bad dog. Thorn is a hellhound familiar to Max, but she is still good at doing dog stuff. So round of applause for this good girl.

Best make-up: Vampire Face

Fright Night stomps all over Lost Boys in the effects department, except for in the design of the horrific vampire face. The vampire face in Fright Night looks like a prosthetic sitting on an actors face. It doesn't feel like that mouth could be used for eating or biting but is just there to look creepy. In moving away from that the make up artists for the Lost boys focused more on the upper parts of the face, creating an almost cat like predatory look for when the vampires are at their most carnivorous. This style was absolutely borrowed by the team on Buffy the Vampire Slayer years later, and it's an aspect of Vampires in film that has sadly gone away. Sign the petition, let's bring back vampire face.

Best Feature: The Soundtrack

It would be impossible to talk about the Lost Boys without talking about the soundtrack. There's not one standout song in this movie, some may argue the Echo and the Bunnymen cover of People are Strange, but I think it's just one incredibly well utilized song of many for this film. Listen to the whole soundtrack, it's all good.

Summary

In the 80s there were several attempts to resurrect the monsters of old. Several directors who had grown up on the Universal monsters were now in the position to make films themselves. The resistance to rely on vampires and werewolves was fading and these sorts of monster movies were finally being green lit. Arguably, An American Werewolf in London is the best of these films, but the Lost Boys is definitely the most representative of the movement. It's not a satire, its funny but not a comedy, it's not parody or a subversion. The Lost Boys is 100% the definitive 80s Vampire Movie.

Grade: A

#A #Grade A #The Lost Boys #Keifer Sutherland #donald sutherland #Horror #1987 #1980s #87 #vampire #sutherland

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shadowsatlantis · 7 years

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Dreaming up Atlantis- Chapter 3 Evil Imitating Life

When I finally reunited with my dad after years of grudge holding on my part, we had a talk about religion. My dad has been a religious studies teacher for many years as I write this in my 40’s. But I’m getting ahead of myself here. He always cared about my spiritual health, so he asked me about my lack of Catholicism. We discussed Atlantis, and he listened patiently to the tales of my theological adventures. I handed him a crystal and described crystal science. He was into Edgar Cayce and Sci Fi, so he had a broad imagination.

I was raised as a proper nerd with Dungeons and Dragons, war games, Star Trek, Star Wars as a ritual, and Atari, among my land of Barbie Dolls and Breyer horses. My dolls were a family band who were always on tour, which explained why they left their mansion (at my dad’s) and went on regular trips to their latest gigs (my mom’s.) At this point in my life, as a teenager, though my dolls were in my dad’s basement in DC turning green with mold, they had embarked on a permanent tour.

After dad and I got done with our philosophical discussion of the soul, he said I had described the laws of quantum physics. He sent me back to Colorado with a book called “Coming of Age in the Milky Way.” I studied Relativity, and other scientific principles after that. It may have been his way of gently nudging me toward science as a career, like my maternal grandfather. Tricky fella. Grandpa Powers was a man of scientific renown, and I could have been like him. In fact, science was second nature for me. I excelled in Chemistry. But really, I was still just a dreamer. And my parents were both starting to learn that I would take my own path no matter what they said.

Despite their subtle objections, I decided to get married when I was 22. It was a huge mistake. All my high school friends were doing it, even having babies. My family always assumed I would go to college, though, so I escaped that baby trap. I got married and moved to a house with the guy somewhere in Southern Colorado. His mom bought the house for us. He had charm and charisma and he was funny and quick witted. He grew weed. I had birds and dogs and outdoor cats from whom I learned the art of unconditional love. The guy changed the moment all the guests walked out of our wedding. I wanted to revel in the amazing fact that we were married, but he pushed me away and went to bed. He spent the next two years trying every sociopathic trick in the book to get me to change who I was. He hated everything that brought me happiness. He alienated me from my family and friends and destroyed my delicate relationship with my dad. I would be happy for a few days, and he would find a way to dismantle it. He’d sit me down and have to have a “talk.” My heart would sink as he would berate me with all the things I had done wrong that greatly hurt him. I had nothing but love for him, and to know that my very existence was his bane would crush me. Oftentimes I would end up huddled in a bawling mass in the darkness of the closet.

I had a little bird. He was a lovebird I named Coco. When he was a baby, he almost starved to death, so I had to keep him in an incubator and hand feed him. He and I bonded so deeply, it felt like he grew into my soul. He would ride around in my shirt, and no one knew I had a bird, unless he poked his head out underneath my chin. He died one day in an accident. Losing him was one of the greatest heartbreaks of my life. I still had my dog Shawnya. She was my only comfort. But once Coco was gone, I realized he was my only source of joy. He was the one who had kept me in my marriage. Without him, I was no longer happy.

One day, the husband decided to try a new manipulation tactic. I would work nights. He would stay up and wait for me to come home, then grunt and go to sleep. He wasn’t my husband, he was my jailor. I started to write. I’d journal for hours writing down all the horrible things he’d done to me, and how much I hated him. The story I had created about Brigitte so many years before became the story of my marriage. The king she married became the asshole I married. It was my creative catharsis. The fire in my soul had been almost completely extinguished. I was almost empty. Our marriage was built on a faulty foundation. It was a crumbling pillar of salt that I had begun to pour water on.

One day I didn’t come home. I stayed out with my boss and went home with him. I was done with my marriage, and the easiest way to be done was to do the one thing that scared him the most. I cheated on him.

When I got back, he was frantic. He had called the cops. He grilled me for hours about what I had done until I admitted I was with another guy. He freaked out. I picked up everything that wasn’t nailed down and threw it at him. I screamed and yelled about how much I hated him. We signed the divorce papers a few days later, and I moved back home to Fort Collins. He tried to pursue me. He tried to reach out to my family and get them to hate me. My family told him to fuck off. He was a sociopath. I learned that in my divorce therapy. In hind sight, now I see he did me a huge favor by giving me a literal crash course in all the head games sociopaths employ to manipulate people. Thanks, asshole. Sociopaths are naturally attracted to empaths. That’s, of course, what I am. Since then I have taken note of the fact that almost every guy who has ever pursued me has been a slick, quick witted sociopathic Cassanova-type. Yawn.

I have always known how to spot their tactics. It’s so ingrained in me, that it’s an intuitive understanding. Try Googling “sociopathic manipulation,” and see what comes up. Chances are you have experienced it once or twice. And if you’re an empath, many more times than that. It astounds me that they can be totally isolated from one another, and use the exact same methods to hurt people. They may even just have sociopathic tendencies, and not be a full-blown sociopath. They don’t even know it most of the time. It leads me to believe that it’s a psychological disease with very distinct symptoms. It’s the disease of evil. As for college, I did what I thought was the sensible thing. I wanted to study music and film, of course, but I chose instead to do what I wasn’t natural at. I chose business admin. I took a lot of history courses. Not because I loved the huge reading assignments they gave us, but because I was always fascinated with history. When I read, I absorb the words. I don’t skim. I memorize. So it takes me longer. I wasn’t all that cut out for history unless I wanted to spend all my time reading. I was better suited to make an independent study out of it, just like I always did. School rarely gave me the knowledge I was seeking. As such, I found myself again falling through the cracks.

One of my courses was the history of Latin America. I wanted to know more about the pyramids. By then I had already discovered the similarities between the many ancient pyramids of the world. My teacher one day announced that we would have a guest speaker. His name was David Hatcher Childress. He was a modern day maverick archaeologist who had written books about the anomalies of the ancient world. He spoke of Atlantis and Lemuria. Again, the knowledge of Atlantis seemed to be in hot pursuit of me.

My business focus was tourism and resort management. I was always obsessed with Walt Disney. I was sure I was Walt in my past life. I wanted to have a Disney career, and eventually start my own entertainment empire. I had invented this concept many years prior when I was working on a golf course as a beer cart girl. I redesigned the golf course, imagining how I would turn it into a resort of my making. I was putting out a newsletter, which I sent faithfully to all my aunts. I called it the Devas Center. There, one would be able to experience an immersive lifestyle and learn to become one with nature. I had my head in the clouds.

When I left my marriage, I also left college. I realized that building a career in resort management could be done so with practical application. So I started working in resorts. It’s a fitting lifestyle for me because I could work seasonally, and move when the seasons were over. So much for the accepted life path formula.

I was 24. Divorced, and living in my truck in my mom’s yard with my dog. I was truly free for the first time in my life. I drove to the top of the Continental Divide and declared my independence. I would choose to be free for the rest of my life. And thus, my real adventure began…

Mara Powers is author to the critically acclaimed visionary fantasy series: Shadows of Atlantis. www.shadowsofatlantis.com

#atlantis #esoteric #writerslife #coming of age #memoir #essays #autobiography #spirituality #insiration

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