#youtube should stop being a creep

[paperlignes]

you know when you’ve been burned too many times by fandom, so you go back to being cautious about your ship from another fandom becoming canon. even though it’s pretty much text, there’s indisputable evidence, the actors want it, and it’s the most logical way their relationship would go?

#I should stop reading YouTube comments #like there’s so much evidence pointing to them being endgame but my recent experience with another queer ship has made me cautious again #this is about nandermo #my hope is for them to be the first queer ship that I have that will be unapologetically queer and explicitly romantic #might be too much to ask for but I want to see the love on screen I just don’t want to assume #and I think we deserve that #and yet doubts are creeping in #it’s the SAD I think #it’s been hitting me pretty hard this year #ugghhhhhhhh #I shall drown myself in fics until s5 then

[c-rowlesdraws]

browsing twitter for longer than a few minutes gives me radiation poisoning these days, and it’s worse in the evening, in the hours when the dark feelings creep in anyway. So even though I’m really apprehensive to talk politics on my art blog (I mean, if the backlash to a hyperbolic post I made about a famous youtuber is this bad, posting about politics would turn my activity page into a window to hell), I have to vent some of my feelings or that radiation damage will just keep getting quietly worse. And a fair number of people read this blog, and seem to like things that I create and say, so for what it’s worth, I want to say some things I hope people will think about.

Someone I really admire tweeted recently about how hopeless they feel. They said that after many years of fighting for social change, they had no fight left. They said they were too exhausted to vote in the upcoming US presidential election. And I tried to understand where they were coming from, because this is someone I look up to. But I can’t. I understand feeling burnt out. I feel nauseous and heartbroken and scared, thinking about the situation in Palestine and the situation in my country. I understand that it seems like there is no good leader to rally behind.

But I can’t tap out. I can’t give in to hopelessness and say, “I can’t choose. I’m tired and I’m done”. When a choice is between maintenance of an imperfect society with incremental steps towards better things, and cranking human misery and suffering enthusiastically up to 11, I’m going with the former. We are all tired every day. But voting is not physically difficult. Even if you are tired, you can do it. There is a day where you go to a building, and you fill in a bubble next to a name, and you go home. They even give you a sticker. I said voting isn’t hard, but actually, it’s very important to say that for a lot of people in the US, voting is hard to access, and for some groups, impossible. It is made difficult on purpose, by people—Republicans, it’s fucking always them, I don’t know why I’m using vague language—who want to disenfranchise as many people as they can. If voting was really a useless gesture, if it really meant nothing— they wouldn’t be working so damn hard to stop poor people and immigrants and prisoners and folks in general from being able to do it.

If you hate Biden, god, fine, whatever. But he is going to be the nominee of the political party made up of judges and politicians that, for the most part, believe that climate change is real and ought to be mitigated, that the US should not be turned into an evangelical christian theocracy, that firearms should be regulated, that businesses should be regulated, that healthcare should be more affordable and accessible, that people should be able to get safe abortions, that trans and all lgbt people deserve to live their lives, and that asylum-seekers shouldn’t be shredded by concertina wire trying to cross the border. The wheel of social change is huge and fucking heavy and sometimes it looks like it isn’t moving at all. But we can feel it move if we all push together.

I caught a Trump ad on the radio the other day and it was some of the scariest shit. “Trump will bring order to chaos,” it said. “He will ban travel from terrorist countries, and end the disastrous open-border policies allowing illegal migrants and deadly drugs like fentanyl to flood into our country.” The fucking anti-muslim travel ban. It’s back, baby. That was the exact phrasing: terrorist countries. If Biden’s foreign policy with regards to the Middle East is frustrating and despair-inducing already, Trump’s would be a catastrophe. The Republicans think Democrats are soft on terrorism. As much as anyone with a conscience is horrified by the US’s continued passivity with regards to Palestine, this motherfucker getting back in office would bring greater horror. I’m really sure about it. I don’t know what that part of the world will look like next fall, but I’m confident that if this dumb bloodthirsty motherfucker regains office, there would be absolutely no hope of public pressure swaying US foreign policy towards “less murder”. Protesting against war and genocide or for any progressive or civil rights cause would become even more dangerous. I still think about the woman who was run over by a car at the protest in 2017

…I’m rambling. I can’t help it. But I don’t want to just ramble unproductively. I should end this with something I hope makes sense to people snd can’t be easily dismissed, even if you already disagree with something I’ve said. I want to say how I genuinely feel.

I believe that imperfect activism is valuable, because it is better to show up and stand in solidarity with other people fighting for a more just world than to not show up at all. I believe all activism is in some way imperfect, because activists are people, and people are imperfect. That is to say, one middle-aged woman who showed up to a DC protest wearing a hand-crocheted pink pussy hat, who maybe hadn’t been to many (or any) protests before but who felt fired up about this one, was worth ten of the smug “real leftists” sneering about her on twitter. Maybe more than ten. Your own activism will be imperfect. But keep an open mind— to your own learning and to others’. Doing “the bare minimum” (and, ugh, what a discouraging phrase) is still doing. We have to encourage everyone who feels drawn to fighting for social good. We have to link arms with one another and be strong. Even if you think the person next to you is a lame-o liberal, if they believe that (for example) trans people deserve access to gender-affirming care and should not be smashed flat into fruit-by-the-foot and sent straight to hell, they are your comrade.

Be wary of people who self-identify as Cassandras and unheeded prophets, especially if their messages consistently emphasize how everything is garbage and the world can’t be saved. If someone is telling you that only they understand how uniquely horrible things are, that no progressive or leftist political philosophy is viable except for the specific one they adhere to, that no news or media sources are worthwhile or even trustworthy except for the small handful of ones they endorse… I won’t say to stop listening to them or following them, but I’d recommend listening to other people, too.

Do your own reading about issues that are important to you. Read many people’s words, watch videos, think about what you believe, and how those beliefs have changed over time, and stay open to being further changed. We are all constantly learning and shaping ourselves, and teaching, and being shaped by others. All of us are tired. But we can hold each other up.

I don’t have a rousing call to action. Just the same things many people are already saying that I’ve felt encouraged by, in a grim sort of way: protest and donate when and where you can, support political candidates on the local and national stage who do support policies you agree with, who could do real good. It feels very hard right now to be hopeful. But we all have to live in whatever future comes eventually— so I think we have to still participate, and that means things like voting. We are all tired. But we have to keep going. There is, ultimately, no sitting out. People who opt out of voting still must live under the social climate and policies imposed by the person who gets elected, and who they endorse and empower and appoint, and who those people empower and appoint, and so on.

This post doesn’t have a good conclusion. I didn’t write it thinking about what would make for a satisfying structure in general. But if you read it, then thank you for reading.

#us politics #catie talks

[yourmommygay]

Tease.

Pairing: Samuel golbach x Female OC

Warning: daddy kink, rough sex, edging, over stimulation, teasing, swearing (obviously).

I was sitting with Tara scrolling through my fyp on tiktok when I saw a video/trend that peeked my interest, call your man daddy then leave the room. "Hey tara look at this one" I said showing her.

She gasped and said "we should do that prank of sam and jake" I nodded in a agreement and headed up to Sam and i's room, I knew he was editing so I could set up the phone and not get caught.

I walked into the room and well you guessed it he was editing so I set up my phone really quickly behind him so the camera could see his desk and the bedroom door. I then pressed play and walked over to him.

"Hi babe" I said to him getting his attention, "mhh" he responded as he looked at me, I leaned into his ear and said "you look hot in this outfit, daddy" and I stood up and walked away I heard him gasp then I heard the chair move and his heave footprints follow me.

"Olivia! Come back here!" He shouted downstairs to me. As I was sitting with Tara again, jake walked out of his room and picked up Tara walking back to his room with her, I guess she texted it to him.

I huffed and stood up heading back upstairs, when I got upstairs I saw sam jerking off, sitting at his desk. "Daddy you really have to close your door fully if your gonna do that" I said then I realised my phone was still set up, I ran over and watched the video making sure you didn't see anything and gladly you didn't so I captioned it and posted it.

"Well why don't you strip and ride me then baby, since you wanna make daddy proud right?" Sam said still jerking, I nodded and slowly striped my clothes off giving him a show in the process. "stop teasing or I won't let you cum tonight" sam said as he grabbed me and pulled me into his lap.

"Come on baby girl, take daddy's cock for me" sam said and I lifted myself up and pushed down onto Sam's dick. "Fuck daddy you stretch me out so good" I moaned feeling that welcoming and amazing burn of being stretched out to fit Sam's cock. He may only be 7 and a half inches but my god was he gurthy.

"Fuck liv, your taking me so well" sam said as I started to grind back and forth. He grabbed my hips and leaned back pulling me with, he started to thrust up into me and a bruising speed. "Fuck daddy, that feels so good" I moaned digging my nails into Sam's shoulders. "I'm close daddy" I said leaning forward and burying my head into Sam's neck kisses and biting some parts. Cause of Sam doing YouTube with colby I couldn't leave hickey but I could bite him.

"Don't you dare come yet, wait till I say you can" sam said slowing to a stop. I whined and he stood up taking me with him, he walked to the bed and dropped me down, "on your hands and knees" he said, I moved onto my hands and knees and felt the bed dip behind me.

Sam grabbed my hips and thrusted back in me "oh, fuck daddy" I moaned as he started his bruising pace and rhythm again. "Fuck baby girl your doing so well" he said praising me while reaching around to rub my clit in fast but soft circles. "You have to beg to come ok?" Sam said I nodded in response.

"Words baby, use your words" sam said slowing down but keeping his rough thrusts. "Ok, daddy" I moaned feeling the edge creep closer. Sam speed up again and slapped my ass. "Ah, fuck" I moaned and Sam chuckled and slapped again then massaging it to take out the sting.

"Oh my god I'm close, can I come daddy please, please, please, please let me come" I moaned reaching for one of Sam's hands. He pulled me up so we were chest to back. He leaned close to my ear and whispered "go ahead baby but we ain't done yet" and just having him whisper in my ear sent me over the edge. I came with a loud moan of Sam's name. Sam didn't slow down nor did he stop rubbing my clit, "one more baby come on just one more" he said speeding up.

He was close cause he kept loosing rhythm, he leaned to my ear and dropped his voice lower. "Come with me, my love" he said thrusting once more before burying himself to the hilt inside me and cuming triggering my second orgasm. He let go of me and I collapsed to fucked out to even think. He fell down beside me and chuckled.

Once I got ahold of my bearings I said "if calling you daddy gets me this, I'm gonna start doing it more often" as I finished the sentence I giggled making sam chuckle along with me. "I didn't hurt you did I?"He asked me. "There's the Sammy I fell in love with, and no you didn't if anything I liked this alot" I said cuddling up to him pulling the blanket up too. "But now I'm tired babe, can I take a nap?" I asked him looking up. He nodded and gave me a kiss, "get some sleep love, I'll wake you up later" he said and I layed my head back down and fell asleep with a smile on my face hearing him say "I love you Olivia"

Hope you enjoyed this is number 10 on the sam list.

#sam golbach #sam golbach imagine #sam golbach x reader #sam golbach smut

[catmelonwriting]

Again with me! I have a lot of ideas lately😭

I hope I'm not disturbing you

I request a clingy reader(fem!reader) with Chuuya(can be incest or no, your choice), I will say headcannons or not, so basically, they get in a argument, and Chuuya hits her!!! Out of anger! *gasp* :O

And chuuya tries and will make it up to her

Can be smut!

Angst to Fluff to maybe Smut????

I'll Make It Up To You

Warnings: Fem!reader, Slight manipulation, Hurt/veryminimalcomfort, chuuya being a freaking meanie, I'm much better at hcs but I wanted to practice doing oneshots, Kinda ooc

Characters: Chuuya

A/N: ilysm you are NOT disturbing me 💯 please keep requesting!!! You give me tons of motivation. All I have on this account is smut so I just made it hurt/comfort I hope that's okay 😇😇

Your front door slams, you hear shit falling off the walls and know he must be pissed. You creep down the stairs, tip toeing over to your boyfriend, pulling him into a hug. "Not in the mood." He grumbles, pushing you off by the head.

You wince a little at the pain of him tugging your hair, but say nothing about it. "Did you have a bad day at work?" You ask gently, taking a step back. "Oh my God, can't you just leave me alone? Are you capable of that?!" He snaps, turning around, glaring daggers into your eyes. "..Chuuya.. I just wanted to make sure you're oka-" Smack!

You look up at him, and he stares down with guilty eyes. Neither of you say anything until.. "Chuuya! What the fuck!" You take another step back, trying to stop the tears welling in your eyes from falling. "What is wrong with you??" You yell, your voice squeaky.

"Doll.. I'm sorry. You know I just had a bad day at work." He sounded exasperated. Really? Over him hitting you?? You storm back up the stairs, into your shared bedroom, and lock the door behind you.

You slide down the walls, head in your hands as you contemplate everything that had just happened. Was it really your fault for bothering him? No, it couldn't have been, those ads you see on YouTube.. those billboards on the road, always say it's never the victims fault. But are you really a victim? He only hit you once.. does the really count. You sat here for a minute, your mind pacing.

Your train of thought is broken by a small knock on the door. You stand up immediately to open the door, but you stand in the way of letting him in. He looked guilty, genuinely, really guilty. "Baby girl.. I'm sorry.. I just-" you cut him off. "Yeah, you fucking should be!" You yell, the tears starting to fall from your eyes. "..Isn't that a bit.. dramatic?" He groans.

"Dramatic? You're calling me dramatic now?" You scoff, staring at him in the eye. He sighs. "Bunny.. you know that's not what I meant, please, just let me make it up to you." Bunny, Doll, Babygirl, you were fucking tired of it.

"Stop with the fucking pet names you cunt! I'm pissed at you and you're calling me baby girl?!" You can't help but laugh. You're so angry and it's not funny but you just can't stop laughing. "What is wrong with you?" You ask, watching a pang of guilt in his eyes, "Ill.. um.. ill give you some more time." You swear you could hear his voice getting all squeaky and high pitched too, but you didn't comment on it.

You sat on your bed, contemplating the meaning of your existence, when you check your phone. It had been two hours since he came up to check on you, two hours since you made him feel shittier than he made you. You felt like such a terrible person.

You get off your bed, slowly opening the door and creeping downstairs to the living room where Chuuya is sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and a book. He looked.. unbothered. Meanwhile you had tears and mascara streaming down your face.,

"Chuuya?" You whimper, he looks up, sighs and looks back down at his book, patting the couch next to him. "Come sit down." He mumbles, turning the page. You practically run over to the couch, digging your face into his side, he wraps his arm around your curled body as he sighs and puts the book down, keeping the wine.

"..I'm sorry. What I did was not right. There's no excuse for me to hit you like that." You hear his voice shaking, and you know he feels guilty. "It's okay.." you can't tell if you're telling the truth. You don't know whether it's okay. Can it ever be okay? "I'm sorry too.. for yelling at you and calling you a cunt." You sniffle, feeling, embarrassed? You felt overdramatic, like you needed to stop making a big deal out of such a little thing. It wasn't his fault, he was just stressed.

"Don't stress it." He sighs, leaning back into the couch. "I love you." He mumbles, and you mutter it right back, just like always. "I love you." That was true. And you knew that, and that's all that mattered. You two love each other and sometimes people in love make mistakes. Just keep telling yourself that.

"I'll make it up to you sweets." He mumbles, putting his glass down and laying his head on top of yours. "It's gonna be okay, I won't let this happen again." It feels like he's talking to himself more than you, but you still appreciate the sentiment.

"I love you." You whisper, one more time, before falling into a deep, well needed sleep.

#chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya x reader #bsd #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray doga x reader #chūya x reader #nakahara chūya #chūya nakahara #chūya Nakahara x reader #Nakahara chūya x reader #bsd fan fiction #bsd fanfic #fanfic #chuuya nakahara #nakahara chuuya #chuuya #hurt/comfort #chuuya hurt/comfort

[barry-j-blupjeans]

Day Three - Myth

There’s something incredibly disconcerting about being able to see your own breath when you breathe out. For someone like Lup, it was always a reminder of where she came from. Cold, windy nights on the street with Taako, hidden in the back alleys of a city that never really went dark, unless you knew where to look. The chill was part of the reason they had moved away. Starting a fresh life somewhere warm had always been the goal.

It didn’t get cold out here. Even in the winter, the lowest it would drop would be the mid-forties. Lup hadn’t seen natural ice in years.

But here she was.

To be completely honest, being a YouTuber wasn’t the hot shit that it was made out to be. To be even more honest, Lup and Taako often put their lives in major jeopardy with the cryptid hunting videos. They had never actually gotten any solid evidence that the cryptids they were looking for existed, but that’s what video editing was for. Instead, the danger came from being out in places like the woods she was in now. Far enough away from town to lose even the shittiest of wifi, deep enough into nature that no one would know where to find her.

They took a lot of measures to make sure they never got separated. And now Lup was out in the woods by herself, with her way too expensive camera and a sweater not heavy enough for the chill that had settled over the area.

And the camera wasn’t even working. It had been static all night, but now it had dissolved into straight nothingness. There was nothing Lup could do to get the view back in focus, or back at all. Maybe if she hadn’t been so focused on it, she would have felt colder. Maybe she would have watched her step more carefully.

Maybe-

There was a flash of red from her left. Lup staggered slightly, then stopped walking. She aimed the camera towards it, just in case. If she was about to get murdered or some shit, then at least they’d have video evidence.

And she’d not be going down without a fight, thanks to the obsessive amount of pocket knives Magnus had given her. They had gotten her out of more than one shitty situation before and she could do it again.

The temperature seemed to drop lower. Just being able to see her breathe was something, but now the cold was starting to seep into her lips and fingers.

Logically, she should stay put. She hadn’t strayed far from where she lost track of Taako. Or Taako lost track of her, or whatever. But there was a dread creeping up her throat that had started with the static and increased with the chill. If it came down to fight or flight, she couldn’t exactly choose the latter and leave Taako behind.

And it was only when the screen of her camera cracked into shards that Lup realized. Oh.

Fuck.

Despite doing this for several years, they never really encountered a cryptid before. Like, duh. It’s not like they exist. If the Mothman was real, someone deffo would have gotten that guy on camera. If Bigfoot was out there somewhere, he’d probably be trying to buy some fuckin’ Air Jordans or something. If the Red Robe existed, then he would have been recorded already. The flimsy excuse of him “breaking cameras” was supposed to have been a convenient sidestep.

But here she was. Cameraless, freezing, and stuck staring at the red, hooded figure emerging from the trees.

He was fucking terrifying. Where there should have been a face beneath his hood, there was a curling ball of static that dripped down his chest. What could have been hands looked more like inky black claws, curved and pointed, much like the dozens of pocket knives Lup had on her. Past his knees, the robe began to fade away, leaving a wisp behind him, tangled up in static and empty air.

It was horrifying. But when he spoke—

When he spoke, Lup figured that the most awful part of it all was the ache in her chest.

“Lup,” he said, in what might have been some sort of twisted joy or disbelief. “Lup, you came back.”

Fight or flight, baby. And Lup was all out of flight.

She pulled the pocket knife out of her sleeve.

#blupjeansweek2023 #blupjeans #barry bluejeans #lup #taz #taz balance #mine #ise cube writing #this was the first one i wrote for this week :O #u figure out the rest of the universe bc idk #i just work here

[c00kiejar]

This song...

I've never really made a proper post before, just shitposts and the occasional art thing. I want to make one to properly express how I feel right now and why this song represents it perfectly. I will warn you first, however, that this mentions a certain YouTuber who was recently completely destroyed on Twitter and my personal experience as a viewer, and may delve into some not-too-happy thoughts

Still here? Let's dive in

It all starts way back when I was still a kid. I was navigating the wonderful site known as YouTube, trying to find videos on videogames and, specifically, I think it was Super Paper Mario. I had no idea how to beat Chapter 2-3 (the Ruby debt one), and I needed help. That's when I stumbled across a YouTuber called Chuggaaconroy (a.k.a. Emile). The way he provided all the information I needed in one video was exactly what I needed. I couldn't subscribe to his channel because I didn't have a Google account, so I just periodically checked his channel, eventually learning he uploaded every day at 5 PM, perfect for younger me. I'd watch his videos when they came out, loving every single one. I eventually discovered his collab channel, The Runaway Guys, and loved that channel even more. He, Proton Jon (Jon) and NintendoCapriSun (Tim) entertained me for YEARS with their content. I even branched out into Jon's streaming community, becoming a semi-regular artist on the booru for a time (you can still find my stuff there under the name TehSm1tty. Not my best work, but I still like some of it). Years come and go, and I have my fair share of mental health troubles, but I'd always find Emile, Jon, and Tim there to brighten my days.

Fast forward to sometime last week. I've been pretty inactive on Twitter aside from my alts, but I decided to see what was popping on main. I log in and get recommended a post with the hashtag "WeStandWithChugga". I had no idea what was going on, so I looked into it. I won't go into detail here, but the jist of it is that Emile was a total creep to many women and even drove wedges between himself and good friends because of this weird behavior. There's a lot more to this than just that, but the point is that it shattered my view of him. I knew he was pushy and that always kinda annoyed me, but the extent of it broke me. For a few days now, I've been having a rough go of it. I mean, my childhood YouTuber just got outed as a complete creep and has some serious allegations of being at least a lolicon, at worst a pedo. I've been down and out for days, and it just wouldn't stop. That is, until I found out that Tim has a Reddit account. I never knew this (or, well, maybe I did and just forgot. Idfk), and was amazed to learn that Tim's been keeping Reddit updated on what he's able/willing to share. Turns out Emile's getting the help he needs at a legit mental hospital and that he's ok. That's what made everything stop. Hearing he's ok. After all the shit Emile has done, he's still a human being and doesn't deserve to have the whole internet turn on him in a fraction of a second. Hearing a fellow human is ok made me feel better. I'm not letting him off the hook, and I do not believe he should ever be forgiven for what he's done, but if he is willing to better himself and become a better person, I am more than willing to believe in that Emile.

Now to come to roughly 40 minutes ago. I decide to boot up Satisfactory and play a bit, but I have no idea what to listen to while I do. I put on a song but quickly get bored of it, and then I see "OMORI | Do You Remember? | Extended" in my recommendations. I put it on and instantly, as if I were splashed in the face by water, I wake up and feel better. I was still stressed about everything going on (I'm set to go to college in September, AND my folks are headed to Mexico in about a week, so I'm stressed from those too), but with the first note on the piano, everything faded. All my swirling negative emotions were replaced with a somber peace. I'm still hurt by the last week's revelations, and I'm never going to truly recover (who could?), but I'm moving on. I think my comment on the video describes how I feel best; "The sad yet peaceful feeling this song evokes in me... It's pretty much how I feel today. I feel at peace... or, well, mostly. There's still pain, and there always will be, but I can move on and I'll live. In the future, I'll look back on this last week and feel sad, but that'll be in the future when this is all over with for good, so I can also look back at before it and be happy that those good times happened. Nothing will ever be the same, but such is the way of the world. Saying goodbye is saying hello to the future, and we all need to do that eventually. Who knows what the future may hold? I, for one, can't wait to see. Hello future, and goodbye sadness".

Chuggaaconroy was an inspiration and a light in the sea of darkness for so, so many, and these revelations have snuffed the light he provided out. What I hope is that Emile takes a long, long break from the internet to become the person we all believed him to be, to truly become that bright light in the dark, rather than just another dark figure holding a flashlight. I don't hope for that as a supporter of him as I don't support who he is right now (as if I haven't said it enough), I hope for that as a fellow human who only wishes to see everyone become the best version of themself.

I think this post was exactly what I needed. I've finally gotten everything out in a cohesive (maybe?) and healthy manner, and I'm ready to become my best self. I will be beginning work on YouTube videos tomorrow, and will hopefully be posting Thursdays at 5 PM (in honor of DatPags whom has not uploaded in a long time).

To anyone who finished reading this post, thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Please, go become your best self, but do not do so by putting others down. Better yourself and acknowledge your flaws, overcome them, and do not repeat Emile's mistakes. Learn from those around you.

Yours truly,

Cookie_Jar of Tumblr dot com

#music #peaceful yet sad #twitter drama #youtuber #omori #moving on #the end of an era #chuggaaconroy #the runaway guys #trg

[onlygenxhere]

Hide away from the world with me

Luke knocked at Julie’s door like she’d asked all of them to do so many times at this point he’d probably knock on door if it was open.

No answer.

She had to be in there though, where else could she be?

He really wanted to show her the song they had been working on at practice earlier. He thought he’d gotten the next verse fixed but needed her brilliant mind to confirm it really was as good as he thought.

He took a deep breath and he took his afterlife in his hands and walked though her bedroom door.

He stopped looking around at the seemingly empty room except for the large lump in the middle of the bed. Julie seemed to be buried completely under the covers.

At first he thought maybe she was asleep. He’d just seen her a couple hours ago at band practice just after dinner, but it wasn’t that late yet.

Julie tended to be a bit of a night owl like he was, even on a school night. So he was as little worried if she’d actually already gone to sleep.  

The comforter shifted, and then settled again, as he stood at the foot of her bed like a creep.

“Julie?”

Still no response.

He should really leave, but what if she was sick?

He wasn’t sure how to check without scaring her. She obviously couldn’t hear him for some reason.

Pull the blanket back?

Stick his head through the blanket?

He chewed on his lip and swayed on his heels trying to make a decision.

He knew what he wanted to do…

Fuck it.

He kicked off his shoes and poofed under the bedspread beside her.

“Shit!” Julie jumped and dropped the phone she was holding and pulled out her ear buds. “Luke! You scared me to death, what the hell!?”

“Sorry, sorry!” I did all the things! I knocked and I called your name several times.” He bit his lip. “I was just worried when you didn’t respond and I didn’t know what else to do.”

She sighed and nodded taking deep breaths trying to slow her breathing back down. “Ok, ok, your second death has been postponed. What did you want?”

He finally gave her a good look and noticed the tear tracks on her cheeks. She wasn’t crying now but she definitely had been.

“Why are you under here Jules?”

She looked at him a long time. It was weird being under the comforter like this, like they were the only two people in the world.

“Sometimes I can get all in my head and I just need to go away, shut off the rest of the world and I need the illusion that the rest of the world has gone away from me… if that makes any sense?”

He nodded encouraging her to keep talking.

“So I’ll bury myself under the blankets, pull up a movie or some youtube, put in my ear buds and just… check out.”

Oh, that he understood. He generally didn’t need the blankets and the headphones to “checkout” but he could understand how they’d be helpful.

He reached up and swiped his thumb across her cheek. “But why were you crying?”

She turned away from him and tilted her head up blinking rapidly and sniffed.

“Oh shit Jules, I don’t mean to make you cry again.” He awkwardly patted her arm.

She giggled and glanced at him, her eyes shiny with unshed tears. “I know and it’s really stupid anyway.”

He was caught in that onyx gaze, her eyes almost black in the darkness under the comforter. “I’m sure it’s not.”

A tear escaped down her cheek and he couldn’t stop himself from wiping it away with his thumb.

She sighed and closed her eyes as another tear ran down her cheek. “Tonight was a really good practice.”

“It was.” He nodded even though her eyes were still closed.

“Sometimes it just hits me…” she started to get choked up and the tears ran more freely. “It hits me that my mom will never hear us play.” Julie opened her eyes and the pain and sadness shining through her tears was like a knife in his chest. “She would have loved the band.” She sobbed as she reached up to touch his face. “She would have loved you.”

Luke didn’t even think as he pulled her to his chest and held her tight as she started to sob.

Tears filled his own eyes as she cried and held him just as tight as he was holding her, like she might fall if either of them let go. “I got you Jules. I’ve got you I swear.” He whispered into her curls.  

He wished he could have met Rose too, if only to thank her for sending him to Julie like they suspected she had.

He ran his hand up and down her bare arm and whispered that everything would be ok even though he had no idea if everything would be ok or not.

Most days he tried not to think about it but he had no idea if they’d ever make a name for themselves as a band, what that might mean for him and his own family, or even how long they’d get to play music together… how long he’d get to stay… with her.

But as he whispered those words of assurance to her he tried to believe it himself too.

He hoped and he held her as his own tears slid down his cheeks.

He hoped that even after he was gone he’d still get to remember how she felt in his arms, what her skin felt like under his palm, what her hair smelled like tickling his nose, what her voice sounded like singing their words.

Eventually her tears subsided and Julie lifted her head off his chest and looked at him with red rimmed eyes. She reached up and wiped at his cheeks as he sniffed and turned away.

“No, no,” she pulled his eyes back to hers. “Don’t you dare hide from me after I just cried my eyes out all over your favorite shirt.”

He chuckled and glanced down at his Rush tee and couldn’t argue. “It’s just,” he sighed, “I was supposed to be comforting you, not the other way around.”

“Luke…” Julie breathed out and he shivered as her breath ghosted across his face. “We can comfort each other.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course,” she pushed his hair back off his face. “Remember,” she grinned at him. “We make each other better.”

“Yeah we do.” He smiled back at her, reaching up to tuck a curl behind her ear. His heart ached as he looked at the beautiful girl in his arms, so close and yet still so far way. She was alive in every way to everyone and he was only alive to her, for her.

“So,” she patted his chest. “Why did you come looking for me in the first place?”

He opened his mouth to tell her about the song and then closed it again. He didn’t want to break this spell they were under. He didn’t want to pull back the blanket yet and rejoin the rest of the world where she was a fifteen year old high school student and he was a seventeen year old ghost who had been dead for twenty five years.

“Could we maybe just stay under here a little while longer?” He bit his lip and nodded at her dropped phone. “Maybe watch something together?”

She looked at him for a long moment searching his eyes before simply nodding and picking up her phone and handing him one of her ear buds.

He placed it in his ear as she laid her head on his shoulder and propped her phone up on his chest. “I’ll start it over. I was only about twenty minutes in anyway and it’s not like I haven’t watched this a dozen times.”

As some old guy started talking about looking at stars and stars looking back at them Luke whispered against Julie’s temple. “What’s this movie about?”

She tilted her head up at him and grinned. “It’s a fairytale and its got action, humor, magic, true love, a great villain and a happy ending.” Julie snuggled back into his side with a contented sigh. “You’re going to love it.”

And he did.

He loved it.

Almost as much at the girl in his arms and this magical time together.

It reminded him of a movie he’d seen as a kid with his mom. It was everything she said and more and when Yvaine was the one to save Tristan in the end he couldn’t help thinking about how Julie had saved him and the guys with her own magical glowing hug just a few weeks before.

Julie threw the comforter off their heads as the credits started to roll and turned to look at him.

“So…”

“Time to get back to reality?” he pouted.

She looked down and traced lazy circles on his sternum. “We can’t hide forever.”

He tilted her chin up to look at him. “But maybe…” he chewed on his lip. “We could do this again another day?”

The smile that broke out on her face was blinding.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” He smiled back at her, “Maybe we could watch The Princess Bride next time?”

“Ok,” She giggled and pushed herself up to sit beside him. “So are you ready to tell me why you came in here in the first place?”

He gaped at her. Only Julie Molina could make him forget about writing a song. “I think I’ve got the second verse of the new song.”

She bounced on the bed. “Oh, show me.”

And he did.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #happy juke jeudi! #i wrote a little thing #it kinda ends abruptly but oh well #i've been so busy #all this summer fun getting in the way of my writting #the nerve

[dapg-otmebytheballs]

I am sorry, is it true that people keep tabs on blogs that sometimes called Dan she? When Dan already talked about pronouns? I hope it's just speculation, if it's not I am so sorry...

Controversial take, being nice to people around you requires getting rid of black and white thinking. And transphobia is creeping everywhere, even if people don't notice it. Controversial (?) phan take: I love that the phandom got a tad smaller over the years, I feel like the space HERE on Tumblr got way nicer and you peeps are so well spoken and talented and smart. And way kinder and supportive to phanfic writers too!

Ah shit sorry, I totally forgot this was in my inbox hi!

Okay so I have seen stuff like this happen in other fandoms too, like with mcr fans who hated anyone calling Gerard Way anything but cis (despite him having said he relates more to "women and trans people" than to masculinity etc) and they would purposefully go look at blogs that talked about G this way to pick a fight and act like they have the moral high ground. I will not be surprised if similar things happen here but lesser people in the fandom on tumblr does help it somewhat, the situation isn't that bad yet and that's why we should make sure we don't let it get worse by ceding ground to such arguments. We don't want all the dormant stalkers just turning their stalking habits towards the other fans now, which is happening on twitter with so many fandoms and even here on tumblr

Also I agree with the Tumblr fandom thing! I really think we got a chance to build it up from the ground again with fewer active members at the time of dnpgames return, and that has helped us be able to curate a good and supportive space! I love this little corner of the internet and I hope we are all able to keep it this way 🌸

Thanks anon! Definitely any place or person that's filled with hate towards fic writers over fictional shit is a red flag, it never stops with one delete fic or one deleted YouTube video, that's an angry horde waiting to sanitise everything you do

#don't let them get to you!! #asks #send me your phan hot takes that would scare twitter users

[doodle-boy]

I don’t go on impassioned rants often. But can I just rant about my boy Myuu on Youtube who is responsible for all the amazing piano music that accompanies pretty much every good creepypasta narration ever???

This man is an unsung hero.

Like I’m not even exaggerating when I say he has done almost every song you hear on a creepypasta narration.

Listen, I love horror, I listen to creepypastas on and off all year and I especially listen too it when it gets even remotely close to Halloween (I’m literally starting to get into the Halloween mood in August already cause yes and also you can’t stop me). Creepypasta’s about Disneyland, Let’s Not Meet stories, Creepypasta’s about unethical expriments, monsters, the dark web, eldritch beings, the concept of god being dead and angles eating our flesh, etc. I have listened too them all. 

And. All. Of. Them. Have. Myuu. In. Them.

You’d be hard pressed to find one without him, (though I’m sure it exist)

Seriously. A story where Mikey Mouse almost eats your soul? “It's A Small World (Creepy Piano) - Abandoned by Disney”

Narrator about to tell you how once when he was a teen he and his friends went too an abandoned place and all his friends died but him? “On the Chain”

Protagonist about too tell you how knock off Barney jumped out of his tv and almost killed him as a child? “A Deep Voice”

Oh No! Timmy found a bootleg of Pokemon and now Pikachu is bleeding from his eyes! “Lavender Town (Pokémon) Creepy Piano”

Lemmie tell you my mystery horror story kiddies! “Rising Walls”

Ḧ̷̢e̵̙͋y̶̤̾ ̵͎͋k̷̟̊i̴͙̿d̵̀ͅs̷͎̑,̷̼̃ ̷͇̾i̶̝̔t̶͎̐'̶̘͆s̸͙̓ ̸̨͊m̷̻̊e̸̢͑ ̶̪͗G̸̮̃o̵͈͊d̴͙̐.̵̨̋ ̷̹̕I̸̡͒'̵͕̃m̸͉̿ ̸̤̕ḏ̸̛ḛ̸͛a̶̰̚d̸̝̈́.̷̳̽   “Nebula”

This is just a fraction of the songs he has made!! And honestly you should just listen too them on there own they’re all so beautiful. it’s haunting and it I feel fear creep up my spin every time. It’s gorgeous. This man is gorgeous. I admire him from the bottom of my heart.

Also this man is still making music??? And it’s still all beautiful??? like yes?????

Please check this man out, and if your a fan of horror and listening to horror narrations it would be worth it too listen too his music just too pick out how many you recognize. You’ll be blown away.

Ok rant over thanks for listening too my ted talk.

#rant #about me #tw horror #creepypasta #narration #music #myuu #i love this man #this man is my life #my horror enjoyment would be lessened without him #bless this man

[iamafanofcartoons]

RWBY Critics are NOT victims of bigotry, but they act like they are to gain attention and sympathy.

As you know, the RWBY Critics LOVE to portray themselves as victims of a fandom for “speaking the truth” and “being discriminated against” while promoting negativity and hate against the show and its writers.

But they are just milking it now.

I can’t even. We’re bigots now? What?

R/RWBYCritics complains about a female bisexual VA in no less than 5 different posts, you defend the military complex in no less than 25, you defend a cis white male antagonist who is an abuser and a murderer...and I’m not going to get into your obsession with promoting Blacksun, a straight ship involving Sun who stalks Blake, over Bumbleby, which is two girls.

Korrasami and Bumbleby both have the blackhaired woman leaving the dude for an upgrade.

But..what?...This is why you people call Bumbleby fanservice?

LGBTQI+ relationships are NOT a fetish.

If you’re referring to the QrowxBlake shipper who faked their death to accuse the fandom of being toxic and yet the videos claiming they committed suicide are still up?

So no matter what CRWBY does...its bad?

I assume because people are always defending and worshipping the male characters as “victims” that critics feel this way?

Yes, I think RWBY can and should improve. But I’m not going to spam R/RWBY and Youtube with videos screaming “bad writing” “pandering” “toxic fandom” and the like.

We watch a show to enjoy it, not to pick it to pieces and claim how you are “superior writers” when all you do is promote men over women, mansplain team RWBY, and try to shove “moral grayness” or straight ships down people’s throats.

“Fixing RWBY” is NOT saying “I think RWBY should improve” its basically “I want RWBY to be in the anime stereotype image that I want”.

Just...you take this way out of context.

We ask that you let us enjoy RWBY....you twist our words around and throw it back at us demanding that we let you complain regularly about a show that was made for fun!

I pity you.....Criticism used to be about love.

RWBY Critics have not shown any love....between insulting the writers, claiming the show or the company is dying, insulting the animation, saying “rwby bad or rwby sucks” or making video after video of “stupid female main character this or that” ?

That is not criticism. That is not wanting a show to improve. That is not criticizing from a place of love.

That is appropriating a cause/concept for the sake of lashing out/spiting others.

Which interestingly is adam taurus’ theme....appropriate a cause to cause harm, and make yourself seem like the victim whenever people defend themselves or lash out against you.

I joined the fandom in Volume 5...and guess what?  I loved seeing women able to defend themselves against creeps in a gas station. I loved seeing girls be able to win fights against men.  I loved seeing Female protagonists while the men were deuteragonists. A female main antagonist who was not sexualized into wearing revealing clothing, none of the female cast were. The male deuteragonist ability was a support-type instead of a main ability. There were so many things I loved about volume 5. But all I see is post after post and video after video complaining about RWBY, and saying how you people are making a “love letter to Monty” with your criticism.

Guess what Monty said about you people?

Monty asked his friends to help him write the show that was built on a napkin.

Monty Oum himself told critics like you to stop watching the show if you were going to complain like that.

But its not like you’ll listen to a word Monty said while he was alive.

This isn’t even funny....This is downright rude and insulting.

And this is what is commonly allowed in R/RWBYCritics....The amount of Anti-Robyn Hill posts is ...scary to say the least.

Now this is going to be my last post for now calling out the sheer lunacy of this toxic negativity being spread against RWBY, CRWBY and the fandom.

I’m going to focus on delivering something positive for this fandom.

Because if you’re gonna call yourself a RWBY Fan? That means enjoying the show, not enjoying picking the show apart for something to whine about.

Good Night. And God Bless.

#rwby critics #dextixer #rwby discourse #rwby discussion #r/rwby #r/rwbycritics #rwby reddit #rwby fandom #rwby #cristina vee #monty oum #rantpost #rant post #venting #iamafanofcartoons

[lily-orchard]

Do you think there's ever getting through to people who oppose CP bans on AO3 with "I hate censorship more"?

No, because they're dishonest.

The number of people who think CP should be allowed to exist who aren't pedophiles is zero. They're not being honest when they say shit like this. The whole point of saying "I hate censorship more" is to reframe the argument around A03's 8Chan-level approach to content moderation as an argument about free expression. But free expression only protects you from censorship by government, not by other citizens.

Admittedly there is a subset of people on the internet who just don't like any rules at all. Who pitch a shitfit when Youtube says "stop swearing in your videos" because they're still in that "get out of my room, mom" phase. But even those people tend to draw the line at something like child porn.

There's an argument from creeps that "AO3 was supposed to be a place for us, because other sites kept banning it!" But there's a reason child porn, real person fiction, and the like were banned from every other site: Because they SHOULD BE. AND YOU'RE CREEPY! It's creepy to write smut fics about celebrities. It's creepy to write smut about children, fictional or not. You're a creep. And you shouldn't be allowed to HAVE the internet let alone on websites.

This is why all the arguments about how fiction doesn't cause harm are irrelevant. Creeps like it, that's all the reason anyone needs to ban it.

I've said this before: AO3 is just one lawsuit away from having all the same rules every other fiction site has.

[sicjimin]

Hey, I saw your reblog of the list of dialogue!! 🥺 I hope you're well. How about a little drapple with...

15. "This is torture."

And

4. "Don't touch me. P-Please."

Maybe with mpreg Jimin, who's super sensitive and probably very emotional and caretaker Jungkook, who's just super worried and unsure of what to do. Feel free to change this up to how you like or to ignore this completely!! Thank you so much!! You're amazing!!

tw : mpreg

Jimin's gag reflex is on overdrive as every nerve in his abdomen fights the waves of queasiness crashing against his stomach and throat—roughly snatching him up from the sleep he just got around an hour ago.

Jimin hates being pregnant.

He groans, hands sleepily making it's way to his still flat-abdomen to give it a rub, craddling it as to guide it to find a more comfortable position ; that he hopes—would dissipate whatever this fluke he's feeling. But with the slightest movement, the insides of his torso are roiling and sloshing about as he tries desperately to keep his sanity as well as the contents of his belly from spilling out. A thick, foamy bile slowly creeps back up his throat.

Jimin takes a deep breathe.

His mind lingering around the youtube videos he stumbled upon about morning sickness—he should count his breathing. They say it could help. Or something like that, Jimin thinks as he tries to remember another video explaining how it works he watched in a bliss (he was too lazy to check out other ones.) He can't remember exactly. And he doesn't have time for another one anyways. So he settles on just doing it—it works until the second round of 10, when he starts to feel sick again. His entire body convulses violently, and before Jimin knows it, he’s retching.

He knows there's no way out from this one.

He coughs, jolting out of his bed as he clutching his mouth with one hand and his stomach with the other. He races across the hallway and into the bathroom, his stomach heaving and undulating like a wave as he throws his head over a fresh, white bowl.

Jimin gags again—way too loud for his liking, his gut muscles squeezing the bile into his esophagus, forcing his chin to snap up as he desperately tries to suppress the urge to hurl. It's too late. With a click at his jaw, the floodgates opened. He barely can think when rush of vomit spilling out from his lips in a big wave —splashing onto the porcelain rim of the toilet.

Jimin coughs and sputters, trying his best to stop himself from throwing up more as he wants to keep some of his food (if there's any) that he tried so hard to eat today. But then his stomach twists as if it didn't like the idea at all. It growls in warning, and Jimin give up—he throws up again and again and again, until it's just dry heaving and the acid burns his sore throat.

As he leans against the toilet, catching his breath, Jungkook slowly wanders into the bathroom in a half-asleep daze, his face flushed with worry. He glances over to the room and sees a miserable Jimin hunched over the bowl, and stench of vomit permeating the air. Immediately, his eyes widen and he stares at his in disbelief. "Jimin? Love? Are you alright...? What's going on?"

Jimin barely can process that his boyfriend is there, as his abdomen tenses up as the urge to puke strikes again. Jungkook takes a step forward, as if to steady his, but Jimin brushed his hand, "D-don't .. gross", he chokes out, before vomits more violently than before—noise sends chills down his spine. "Hyung, oh my God..." The puddle beneath his head grows larger as the nausea forces his into an endless cycle of vomiting.

"Baby .. ssh .. take it easy", Jungkook mumbles in concern, rubbing a small circle into Jimin's back. He can practically feel the heat radiating off of Jimin’s body, even through the thin fabric of his sleep shirt. "You're going to get yourself even more sick…"

Jimin shakes his head. "No.. I..I'll be fine… Just.. give me a minute...."

The sound of retching finally comes to an end—he falls to his knees beside the toilet as he rests his forehead against the cold porcelain rim. Jungkook crouches beside him and gently places a hand on his back, brushing the bangs away from his face as Jimin leans into it.

"Better?", Jungkook asks quietly, voice laced with worry.

Jimin hums, “Still queasy ... this—", he breathes out, "This is torture", he replies quietly as he leans into the younger. Jungkook only pulls him closer, arms wrapping protectively around his shoulders, holding the younger against his chest. Jimin closes his eyes, relaxing into the touch; despite his body rejecting the comfort being offered—he's too warm. And the smell from Jungkook's shirt, mixed with lingering foul stench from his vomit and every bath products cooped in this tiny room with minimal ventilation, makes him want to gag again.

His nose scrunches up.

What is it?

"Did you smell it?", Jimin croaks as he leans back enough to look up at the boy in front of him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He can hear Jungkook sniffing the air around them, before shaking his head.

The two sit in silence for a few minutes before Jimin speaks once more. "There is... a smell ..", his stomach knots. "Did you use perfume or something?"

Jungkook freezes and pulls his head back a little in thought. "Huh? No …? Wait, why would i use perfume? I just woke up too?"

Jimin takes a deep breathe—trying to pull himself into a proper mindset that it must be his pregnancy makes everything heightened. Jungkook is not at fault ; but it wafts through him again—this time the acidic taste of stomach acids hitting his tongue in waves, and he barely managed to peeled himself away from the younger before a gag wracked his already weak form. He holds his stomach once more, as he dives his head deep into the bowl ; following the motion of water and bile to relieve the pain.

"Hyung .."

He could almost sense Jungkook's gaze on him, though he didn't bother lifting his head. "D-dont ..", Jimin rasps out as tears prick at the corners of his eyes, in a moment of lull, "Don't come close .. it's sme—", he pauses to cough out another gurgle.

"What?", Jungkook whispers as he gets closer to the elder, but Jimin frantically waves him off—for him, it feels like every step that Jungkook takes, intensifies whatever scent from him (or from this damn bathroom, he didn't know)—"Go", Jimin rasps, trying to hold back more bile, "It’ll make me puke even worse if you get closer", he wheezes out, before a heady burp pursed his lips to let out another gurgle of vomit.

"But hyung—", Jungkook begins, his brow furrowing at Jimin's obvious distress. "Are you sure—"

"Yes, Kookie." Jimin cuts him off, taking another deep gulp of air to clear the taste of bile and his saliva, before turning back to the bowl.

"Fine," Jungkook sighs heavily, feeling defeated as he sits on the edge of their bed. His heart clenches as his eyes tunnels at his boyfriend hunched figure that's slumped over the bowl, contracting every few seconds, and panting slightly.

He looks exhausted.

It hurts seeing Jimin this weak. Jungkook has never seen Jimin this way before.

Ever since they were young, he had always been strong, rarely get sick too. Never showed much weakness in front of Jungkook, but right now, it seems like all of his strength has deserted him.

Another 5 minutes passed, until Jimin staggered out of the bathroom. Legs swaying to carry himself back to the bed with the remaining energy he had left, "Better hyung?", Jungkook hurries to his side.

"Don't—", Jimin stops him before Jungkook could wrapped his arms around the older waist. His stomach turns at the thought of anyone touching him, especially with his fucked hormone and senses—everything still feel too much for him.

"Not now, Kook", he grunts out. Then he collapses in bed, pulling the blankets around him and burying his nose in them. He tries to calm down his rapidly beating heart, trying his hardest to ignore the pounding in his ears. And Jungkook's sad eyes.

He heard the younger sighs, followed by a low hesitant question, "Is there anything that i could help, love?", Jimin can almost imagine the puppy dog eyes, looking over at him with a hopeful yet concerned expression.

"...Nothing, Kookie," he manages to choke out, as his body starts to shakes with series of coughing fits. His throat burns. "Hyung is okay, i'm sorry"

"Can i still sleep here?", Jungkook asks again, but this time sounds like borderline a whines as he steps closer onto the bed. "Cuddle?"

Jimin scrunches his face, eyes darting between his boyfriend, and his empty stomach, "No, not tonight Kookie"

And Jimin will let himself feel bad tomorrow—when the baby decides to "accepts" his boyfriend embrace again—as he watches Jungkook deflate at his reply, and he takes his pillow and blanket outside the room.

"Okay... sleep well hyung"

#bts sickfic #bts emeto #tw emeto #tw vomit #sick!jimin #caretaker!jungkook #and again another mpreg fic

[mitchipedia]

"You've got me? Who's got you!" Rewatching the 1978 "Superman" movie starring Christopher Reeve

The 1978 “Superman,” starring Christopher Reeve, launched the superhero film genre as it exists today. We rewatched it recently, enjoyed it, and I recommend it.

However, the movie takes a painfully long time to get going.  

”Superman” starts with pages turning on the 1938 Action Comics issue that launched the Superman character, narrated by a child’s voice-over. We did not remember this from seeing the movie previously. We wondered whether we had accidentally rented the wrong version of “Superman.” We had not. Onward. 

Then we go to Krypton, where the movie creeps forward. We see Marlon Brando as Superman’s father, Jor-El, wearing white stunt hair and a turtleneck with the Superman logo in it.

I wish the phrase “phoning it in” was not a cliche so I could use to to describe Brando’s performance. He drones on and on, making one speech after another. 

He’s concluding the prosecutor’s statement in the trial of three insurrectionists (ripped from the 2020s headlines!), who end up being sentenced to the Phantom Zone. I’m sure we won’t see these insurrectionists again—they won’t be any trouble and will not turn up in “Superman II.”

General Zod, played by Terence Stamp, is the leader of the trio, and his scenery-chewing is the only good part of this scene.

I saw “Superman” with friends in the theater during its first run in 1978, and I was very excited to tell them after the movie all about the Phantom Zone. I even guessed that the three villains would feature in the movie sequel. I was very proud of myself for this. Possibly related: It took me a long time to lose my virginity.  

Jor-El warns the leadership council of Krypton that the whole planet is about to explode within a month. The leaders say this is fake news because they did their own research on YouTube. The council nopes out on evacuating the planet and tells Jor-El he can’t tell anybody about his beliefs or else he’ll be an insurrectionist (that word again). A sensible person would have told the council to fuck right off because the council was not going to have any clout after the ENTIRE FUCKING PLANET EXPLODES. But Jor-El just goes along with it.

Brando goes back home, where he and his wife (if her name is spoken, I didn’t hear it) put on matching glowy silver lamé jumpsuits. They put their baby in a spaceship. Before sending the baby off to Earth, Marlon Brando makes a very long speech, while his wife looks at him with an expression like she wants him to shut up because she needs to pee. 

Then we’re off to Earth, to whip through young Clark Kent’s childhood. The costumes and cars and brilliant. The scenery from the Kent farm is beautiful, but there is way too much of it. Can we get this movie moving already?

Clark challenges his father to run from the end of their driveway to the barn. Pa Kent has a heart attack and dies. Clark never mentions his own role in Pa’s death. That seems odd.

Next stop: the North Pole, where young Clark spends 12 years being lectured by the holographic Marlon Brando, and we, in the audience watching the movie, get to experience every painful second of those 12 years. 

All this time, Clark is played by an actor who is not Christopher Reeve and doesn’t even look much like Christopher Reeve. This guy:

But after 12 years at the North Pole, demonstrating powers of super-boredom-resistance, Clark becomes Christopher Reeve and emerges in his spiffy super-suit, which makes all the girls swoon. He is a hunka hunka burnin love. The suit is very flattering, but he really should be wearing something modest below the waist and above the knee to better cover his prominent super-johnson. Maybe bermuda shorts with a festive luau pattern? 

And we’re off to Metropolis and the movie takes off and keeps going. Finally! Lois Lane is fast-talking and smart; Christopher Reeve transforms from a nebbishy Clark into a charismatic Supe through the power of acting. Gene Hackman, Ned Beatty, and Valerie Perrine are the villains, and they chew the scenery delightfully. The sets are gorgeous, particularly Lex Luthor’s lair in the underground lobby of Grand Central Station. Why is Grand Central Station abandoned and apparently nearly forgotten in this movie? Does it even matter? No, it does not. 

Lois’s costumes are the height of 70s couture. The first thing we see her in is a nice skirt and blouse. And the skirt has pockets. And they look like BIG pockets. In some ways, technology has gone backward since 1978.

The Daily Planet newspaper takes up an entire skyscraper and has a helicopter to shuttle reporters around. I started work at a daily newspaper not long after “Superman” came out—we didn’t even have a budget to buy coffee for the staff. Employees had to pay for their own.  

Lois arranges an interview with Superman, which turns into a date. He flies her around the skies above Metropolis. She recites a love poem in her mind. The poem is painfully bad. It is like watching someone you like embarrass themselves in a talent competition.  

We see a very neatly dressed and well-groomed mugger. Nice blazer, turtleneck sweater. He needs a closer shave, but we’re otherwise good.

It’s part of a whole sequence of Superman’s day’s work, as he stops a cat burglar heist, rescues Air Force One after it loses an engine, and rescues a little girl’s cat from a tree. 

The ending of the movie, where Lois Lane dies (spoiler for a 45-year-old super-popular movie—don’t DM me!) is surprisingly dark. She’s smothered after being buried in an earthquake and we see all of it happening. But Superman quickly brings her back from the dead with his superpowers. 

Superman’s flying SFX are every bit as good and dazzling now as they were in 1978. Oh, some of the matte shots with the New York City skyline in the background are a little fake, but Superman’s movements are brilliant. A one-second bit where Superman changes from his Clark street clothes into his superhero costume while in flight is just wonderful—nothing much today but brilliant in the pre-CGI era that this movie was made in. Some of the other special effects, like Hoover Dam disintegrating and a downstream town flooding, are a little obviously done with miniatures but they still look fine.  

(Why do the sfx look fake now but not in 1978? I have a theory. In 1978, we saw these sfx on the big screen, where they looked great. They might still look great today on a big screen. Soon after, we saw the movie on smaller TVs, with lower quality screens than today, and the sfx still looked great. But today’s high-quality TVs make the sfx look fake—the screens aren’t big enough to compensate for the flaws revealed by the high definition.)

The movie can’t decide if it’s a camp superhero parody, or a serious superhero movie. It would have been better if it toned down the broad comedy and made Lex Luthor more scary.

Reeve’s acting carries the movie. There’s a scene that’s famous among fans where Lois Lane and Clark Kent are in the living room of her apartment. She leaves the room, and he decides to tell her he’s Superman. Until that moment, he’s a shlub, round-shouldered and with a goofy expression on his face. He stands up straight, squares his shoulders and jaw and takes off his glasses—and now he’s Superman. He starts to tell her. His voice as Clark is querulous and shaky, but Superman has a firm baritone. And he changes his mind, slumps his shoulders, puts on his glasses and now he’s Clark the shlemiel again. It all goes by in a few seconds, but it’s striking. 

Even the special effects are carried by Reeve’s acting. “You will believe a man can fly,” was the marketing slogan for the movie when it was released. You believe it in large part because Reeve was hanging from wires, moving like a person flying. Acting. )

I don’t have anything to say about John Williams’ musical score for the movie, except that it’s brilliant. I’m going to carry a Bluetooth speaker with me and play that score every time I enter a room. 

Overall, well worth a watch. Maybe skip the first 48 minutes though. You don’t need to see it. You already know Superman’s original story.  

Superman is my favorite superhero. He is optimistic and hopeful. He knows there is great evil in the world, but he knows that there is also great good, and he serves that good—“truth, justice and the American way." He knows some of what he says is corny and he says it anyway because he believes it. He is nearly all-powerful and invulnerable, but he is in awe of human beings because we are neither of those things, and yet we are capable of great kindness, nobility, and courage.

Sloppy Internet research

Four-year-old Clark Kent is played by an actor named Aaron Smolinski, who went on to a bit role in the 2013 Superman movie “Man of Steel” and also as Lex Luthor in a movie called “Superman: Solar,” which seems to be either an indy or fan-made Superman movie that got terrible reviews.

Larry Hagman has a cameo as an Army Major, making a joke that doesn’t age well. 

John Ratzenberger plays an air traffic controller. He went on to play Cliff from “Cheers,” and do a lot of voice-overs for Pixar movies.  

Kirk Allyn, who played Superman in 1940s Superman movies, has a cameo as Lois Lane’s father. When Clark is a boy in Smallville, little girl Lois sees Clark while passing through on a train, and Allyn appears in that scene. via

Noel Neill, who played Lois Lane in 1940s movies and the 1950s Superman TV series, also has a cameo. She’s Lois Lane’s mother in the same scene. via

“According to Sir Roger Moore’s autobiography, he witnessed Christopher Reeve walking through the canteen at Pinewood Studios in full Superman costume, oblivious to the swooning female admirers he left in his wake. When he did the same thing dressed as Clark Kent, no one paid any attention.” via

The Incomparable Mothership podcast did an episode about their “Superman” rewatch. They hated it. I don’t disagree with their criticisms, but for me, the virtues of the movie made up for its flaws. I enjoyed listening to the episode.

What happened to the actors

Marlon Brando continued working until his death in 2004. “Apocalypse Now” came out soon after “Superman.” His work in later life included two movies I quite enjoyed: “The Freshman” and “Don Juan DeMarco,” both of which are about charismatic rogues (though he only played the rogue in one of those movies). Brando also features in a delightful 2009 novel, “Chronic City,” by Jonathan Lethem, which explores the theme of whether we can believe anything or truly perceive reality. Brando isn’t a character in the novel. The characters can’t agree whether Brando is alive or dead, and the Internet is no help.  

Margot Kidder struggled with mental health in later life. Her 2018 death was ruled a suicide. via

As of April 2023, Valerie Perrine, age 79, was suffering from advanced Parkinson’s and needed a hydraulic lift to get into and out of bed. The Hollywood Reporter did an excellent profile—recommended reading: Ailing ‘Superman’ Star Valerie Perrine Finally Finds Her Hero: “The Guy Should Be Sainted”:

Perrine insists she wants no pity and regrets nothing about her Technicolor life: not one affair (she’s been romantically linked to everyone from Jeff Bridges to Elliott Gould to Dodi Fayed); not one hit of acid (she’s taken LSD more than 400 times, by her estimation); not one career move (well, she probably should have said yes to 1981’s Body Heat and no to 1980’s Can’t Stop the Music, the Village People-starring megaflop she says killed her career, but you can’t win them all).

She sounds fantastic. 

Gene Hackman has been retired for about 20 years. As of March, he was fit and healthy at age 93, spotted doing yardwork, buying and eating fast food, and pumping his own gas. 

Christopher Reeve died in 2004, after being paralyzed in 1995 in a horse-riding accident. 

Terence “General Zod” Stamp was one of the stars of “Priscilla, Queen of the Desert.” He played a drag queen named Bernadette. 

Sarah Douglas, who played Ursa, one of General Zod’s cronies, appeared in a lot of B science fiction movies and TV shows, including one called “Strippers vs. Werewolves.” 

Which Superman II?

We want to watch Superman II, which I remember as being even better than the first Superman, which was itself great. But which version?

Richard Donner directed the original movie and started directing on Superman II, but was fired, and Richard Lester was hired as a replacement. Donner had already done a lot of work, and Lester reshot many scenes and shot more. The Lester version was the original theatrical release, which I saw in theaters. We saw a fan cut of the Donner version in the early 2000s and did not care for it. It was unfinished. Some of the scenes were audition scenes; I remember some other scenes had cheap SFX that looked like they’d been done on 1990s home PCs.

Soon after we saw the fan cut of the Donner version, an official—and presumably more polished—version was released. We haven’t seen that.  

I think when we do a rewatch, we’ll go with the original, theatrical version, directed by Lester. According to Internet discussion—for example, here—the official Donner version, while more polished than the fan cut we watched, is still unpolished and unfinished. And the theatrical version is lighter than the Donner version, while still having some serious moments. Generally, I like my superhero movies light; when they get dramatic and heavy I start having difficulty suspending disbelief.

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I cannot stop thinking about The Bad Batch as modern YouTubers. So here’s some more stuff.

I’ve managed to settle on the group calling their joint channel Clone Force 99. They’re normally referred to as CF99 for short.

While Omega’s face is still hidden (and will stay that way), and Crosshair and Tech had their faces revealed further along the line. The resemblance between Hunter, Echo and Wrecker, as well as the word ‘clone’ being used in a channel of siblings gave it away that they all looked similar.

The Batch didn’t make their group channel until after they confirmed they were all related. It started out as just the guys, but then Omega (just her voice) popped up in videos after she joined their household.

I’ve only recently started watching The Clone Wars (took you long enough Krunchy) and I don’t really know if Fives dies or just leaves yet. But in this au he just lives far away and when he visits he more than likely joins Echo and/or the family in making a video. Fans have noted that on Echo’s channel those videos are where he usually looks happiest.

The Batchers have different schedules in terms of them they post. So I’ll order them from most frequent poster to the least frequent. Factors are mainly due to their work (school work in Omega’s case).

Wrecker - Either one reasonably long video or two-three shorter ones every week. Not on any set days. It’s quite easy for him compared to the others since half of his content is stuff in his regular routine.

Echo - Once a week on Saturday evenings. During the time he allows himself to spend off he researches the charity he chose due to either his comments requesting it, or it’s something he thinks should be urgently brought up.

Tech - Sometimes it’s once a week. Sometimes once every two weeks. Depends on the age the tutorial is aimed at. The higher the age, the longer the video takes to be released due to the complexity of the topic.

Hunter - Once every two weeks. Sometimes three. It’s irregular. He finds himself too busy with work and taking care of Omega. The other batchers offer to take over more so he and Echo have more time for themselves. But paternal instincts are too strong.

Omega - Once every two weeks on a Saturday. She switches between hobbies frequently, so like wrecker it’s either one longer video on one thing, or two or three much shorter videos on multiple things. Whatever it is she took an interest in for those two weeks is getting posted. She also makes a YouTube short weekly for a series called “types of ships and their uses in under a minuet” which are basically one minuet max summary’s of her longer explanations on the ships

Crosshair - Man posts once every millennia irregularly. It gets to the point where whenever he posts the fans who notice pounce on it like lions who haven’t eaten for weeks. Unless it’s the occasional YouTube short where he shows a short compilation of his sessions shooting targets in weird scenarios (after his face reveal Wrecker walked outside to the garden to find him in the farthest corner away from the house crouching on a broken fridge they were taking away that very day shooting an apple he somehow got onto the roof).

Those, or short clips of him purchasing a new nerf gun and shooting his brothers. He always strictly tells the camera at the end to never aim for the head for safety reasons. Those became one combined video eventually. He’s also tried going on live once. Never again (I have some scrappy doodles explaining why on a page dedicated to this au. I’m considering sharing these particular doodles but I’m not too sure).

The Batchers refer to Omega via a fake name for her privacy. They call her Mini Crosshair due to her love of using a bow and arrow. This led to a chunk of the fanbase theorising what she looks like based off of Crosshairs appearance just in case there’s anything between the lines to read. Their obsession with discovering her face creeps the group out a bit. As well as the rest of the fanbase.

They didn’t make any fake names for themselves since nobody believes those are their actual names. They’re fine with that. Phee still uses “Brown Eyes” for Tech though.

Those occasional videos where Omega collaborates with Crosshair on his channel are called “Target practice with Mini Me part 1/2/3 (etc)” as a result of Omega’s online name.

Those videos have an essence of them sharing brain cells. Once video you can see a smaller shadow climb onto a bigger shadow’s shoulders with the makers behind the camera grunting and huffing with “So you can climb trees but not a human?” retorted by “I’m surprised too, you’re no different to a grumpy tree yourself!” After that, people begin to understand there’s more to “Mini Crosshair” than shooting habits. They did hit the target in the end, so everyone still had a good time.

There has been the odd occasion where another one of Jango’s offspring has been mistaken for a member of the batch with a makeover. It’s laughable really. One of Jango’s clones (or maybe a group of them) posts a video titled “Why we look like your favourite YouTubers.” Or it’s Obi Wan and/Suu speaking for them with the video being titled “Why our husbands look like your favourite YouTubers (and please stop asking them if they’re single)”.

Phee loves interacting with the Batcher’s videos and showing her support. Whether it’s commenting praise and jokes or leaving likes. Her comments are either pinned or hearted.

Omega hearts all of them. So does Tech, who also tends to leave a reply that seems a bit more personal more often than not. That has the theorists of the fanbase going nuts all over again.

Hunter and Wrecker have already posted their routines for activities they are known for having. Hunter’s being camping and Wrecker’s being his many workout routines. Both their channels have a video of said routine where Omega does a voice over for them.

Hunter only has one of those videos, which he would always watch fondly if he comes across it online. But Wrecker and Omega had so much fun they made a video for almost every workout routine Wrecker has. It got to the point where Wrecker made a playlist called “My little sister voices over my workout routines” Arms, legs, shoulders, core muscles. If it’s a workout routine Omega’s done a voice over for it while Wrecker enthusiastically models.

After the first video, they decided to shorten the title to “*insert workout routine here*-Little sister edition!”

#Take a shot every time this post says “routine” and “viewers/fanbase” #the bad batch batch YouTuber au #modern youtubers au #the bad batch #some clone wars references if you squint #hunter the bad batch #tech the bad batch #wrecker the bad batch #echo the bad batch #crosshair the bad batch #omega the bad batch

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Mini-Review: Life Lessons with Uramichi Oniisan

Uramichi Omota, a 31-year-old former professional gymnast, works as the leader of the exercise segment of the children's show Together with Maman. Despite keeping an upbeat personality on the show, he can't help but reveal his jaded, worn-out personality.

We’re all familiar with children’s shows with safe, upbeat adults leading young children in games, songs and easily-to-digest life lessons (for me, it was Barney). Our titular character’s full-time job is on one of those shows, but once the cameras stop rolling he’s back to being a stressed, cynical adult surrounded by other stressed, cynical adults.

Oh. Oh no. This is too relatable.

The show keeps itself from getting too depressing by having everyone be a little weird, but also because when Uramichi’s jaded worldview creeps into his interactions with the kids, they just...roll with it.

It is impossible to watch this show and not wonder how it’s still on air. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not edgy, like teenagers coming up with songs about how they want to dismember Barney the Dinosaur (or whatever the modern equivalent is), but for example:

“What’s something you have when you’re a kid but you don’t get to have when you’re an adult?” a chipper Uramichi Oniisan asks on-camera to a group of preschoolers.

“Kindergarten!” “New Year’s money!” “A tricycle!” they shout, before proceeding to “Freedom.” “Sense of joy.” “A future,” causing Uramichi to visibly reevaluate his life for the umpteenth time while wearing a thousand-yard stare and telling them that yes, those are all correct answers.

But it’s not all cynical--the kids aren’t stupid and pick up on things, but overall these are happy children having fun with TV characters, parents who apparently never notice anything amiss, and adult actors who, for all their problems with the jobs, don’t want to actually disappoint or traumatize children.

Uramichi and his coworkers don’t necessarily hate their jobs, but y’know, jobs come with a lot of things that are less than pleasant: particular coworkers, oblivious bosses, forced socializing, work gatherings. Being a cast of late 20s–early 30-somethings means that several of them are struggling with the idea that they should have accomplished more or hit more markers of traditional adulthood than they have.

And then they have to dress up and sing songs.

I legitimately want recordings of the songs, incidentally. The above gif is from one of my favorites, titled “The Cat’s Staring at Nothing Again”

What are you looking at? What is it over there? I don’t see anything at all, no. I don’t have any furniture, No place for me to rest, I have no money and I’m out of time Nor do I have any food left over in the fridge

But There’s My sweet kitty cat He is honestly useless as he is, but he’s here. Precious kitty cat, That is just enough for me.

Tell Me What are you looking at? My silly little cat? Nothing is there! Nothing is there! My life is meaningless and there’s no hope in sight. Despite how much I’m lacking, I am still alive!

(Yes, I’ve looked at Youtube and no, as of this writing I could not find any clips that were solely of any of the songs. Alas!)

Uramichi is not the only character, of course. His co-actors all have their own quirks, and eventually it seems like most of them didn’t necessarily end up with this job as their choice of career. And even minor characters, like the overly-optimistic, oblivious director and hot-and-cold merchandiser, are entertaining to watch. But the core group are his two musical cohosts, and the two actors who play the animal mascots. All of them are as weird as Uramichi.

Another song that I loved was “Arm Through the Neck Hole,” where the children sing enthusiastically while the two music hosts, Ikiteru Oniisan and Utano Oneesan, put on melancholic expressions and wave around sweaters.

Did I wear this last week? When was it again? Is it even good anymore? There’s no clean clothes at the bottom of the drawer: Guess I’ll wear this thing out the door.

But all at once you suddenly Put your arm through the neck hole; Put both feet in one pant leg; Your life really is a disaster, So much that you can’t even get yourself dressed for the day

La la la la la la, la la la...

Maybe not an earworm on par with “Please and thank you, they’re called the magic words” or “You gotta do the cooking by the book” but it’s difficult to convey how much I desire a complete recording of this song.

Not all the songs were dubbed when I watched, mostly in the latter half of the series, but I’m guessing that’s because the original dub was only completed a few months before I watched, and I know from watching other shows with songs (Dance with Devils; Zombieland Saga) that songs often take longer to dub and record, even after the original dub is streamed, so I wouldn’t be surprised if I rewatched this in a year or bought the DVD, if the songs were all fully dubbed then.

There were a few Japanese words left untranslated, which I thought was an interesting choice. On one hand, they’re not really explained so a viewer without familiarity might get confused. On the other hand, the target audience for this is definitely people already watching anime--it’s not going to be a mainstream hit by any means.

It’s not a lot, and the words do make sense in that they’re very relevant to the show (anime and also the in-anime show): oniisan, or “older brother” for the male leads, oneesan (“older sister”) for the female, -chan and -kun (familiar honorifics) when the adults referred to kids during the show, and daijoubu (”all right; fine”)

I also liked how they used the Japanese they left in. It’s not that notorious old fansub style where “random Japanese word pops up for the heck of it,” it was specific instances: the adults get called oniisan/oneesan on set because those are their characters; the kids get honorifics during taping (which adds to the “we’re using specific language to create a specific feeling!”) but they don’t get used other times or for other characters, and “daijoubu” gets used in a way that also adds to that feeling of “upbeat work language :) :) !!”. I guess a close English equivalent might have been “okey-dokey” or something that similar would give vibes of “perky positive catchphrase.”

Verdict

English dub? Yes! “You okay, Uramichi Oniisan? I was told you look more like Bruise-a-michi Oh-no-san.”

Visuals: Nice and bright, as befits a children’s show.

Worth watching? Yes! It’s both funny and a bit relatable--you don’t have to be as disillusioned as the characters to appreciate it, but I'm pretty sure most people can relate to the feeling of what am I doing with my life at least occasionally. It’s not going to change anyone’s life, but its 13 episodes were just a fun way to spend a week of free time.

Where to watch (USA, as of November 2022): Funimation (sub and dub), Crunchyroll (sub and dub), Blu-ray

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vampires au + MMPR comics Original Six--plus Bulk and Skull?

80 bullets!!!!!

Skull was not a great vampire but he’s getting better, at least he stopped fainting when he saw blood and now just drank it

Bulk was turned by accident when Skull panicked and bit him and then fainted from the sight of blood so he didn’t finish draining bulk

Kim spends most of her time as a bat sitting in her friends pockets

Tommy can turn into many animals but can’t really get the faces right so whenever the gang sees a fucked up animal they have to double check it’s not Tommy even when Tommy is standing right next to them

Tommy has been hit by cars multiple times because vampires can’t be seen in rear view mirrors

Trini likes to keep stuff from their human victims just for funnsies

Bulk did not handle see the amount of corpses in the basement of the Coven house well.

Zordon is the vampire who turned everyone except Tommy who was biten by Rita

Zordon is over 3000 years old and lives in a stone coffin in the basement where they keep the corpses so Bulk and Skull don’t see him much

they both faint the first three times they see him

Trini has tried to do things to make blood more exciting because eating the same meal every day can be morning and now she bulk and skull tend to eat their blood as pop cycles

Tommy is the youngest vampire and died in 1993 when Rita turned him and has been stuck as a 14 year old since

Everyone else got to be at least 18 when they were turned so they like to make fun of Tommy perpetually being an 8th grader.

Kim has been taken out with an electronic fly swatted so many times since she spend most of her time as a bat and there’s a lot of flies since they don’t remove the corpses as often as they probably should.

Billy is the most tech savvy but in the funniest way since he know everything about the latest tech from the industrial revolution. “What do mean they don’t use children to do that type of factory work anymore?”

Zach likes to hold birthday parties for everyone but also low key it’s becoming a fire hazard to celebrate zordon’s birthday because that’s so many candles

They are all regarded as zordon’s kids and other local vampires think he needs to calm down with the number of kids he has

Tommy mainly feeds on pedophiles be a they are surprisingly easy to find online and tends to bring others along if he thinks they’ll be more than one

Bulk once tried to eat a sandwich after being turned and basically spent the rest of the night getting sick and drinking blood bags

Zack hates to say it but he firmly believes there’s no real taste difference between virgin blood and non virgin blood, he thinks it’s just everyone being picky

Because none of them can use mirrors they are completely dependent on each other for knowing how they look unless the they put on make up which normally looks terrifying in the mirror because their reflections don’t have eyes

Zordon is look at like that one PTA mom who has way to many kids and most people think Rita is Zordon’s ex wife which the kids like to encourage because it’s not really like zordon ever comes out of the stone coffin long enough to deny it

the neighborhood they live in is actually incredibly safe and pleasant to live in because they keep eating the jerks and creeps

most of their human neighbors think they are either a cult or a weird group sex thing or a combination of both.

Tommy's 'job' as he likes to put it is looting the corpses of his victims and selling their stuff online

Kim loves the youtube channel is "ghosts doing chores" she's never met them in person but she thinks the computer work they do to edit themselves out of the videos are amazing. (little does she know neither Z, Syd nor Jack have any editing sills what so ever)

trini and kim do each other's makeup and also all of the others if the need arises but considering now whenever bulk sees his reflection he jumps and also skull faints at the slight of not have eyes they don't do it much for those two

Tommy has an adult sized coffin despite still not being done growing when he turned so his bed is extra roomy to him

Tommy panicked when he found another vampire that was feeding on kids so he turned the kids to try and stop the vampire from killing them but now he is responsible for three fifth graders.

Kim, Bulk, and Trini called dibs on being Kira’s “parents” at the same time. And trying to make a comprise they come up with possibly the worst way to decide which one of them Kira is calling mom at a given time.

Tommy, Zach, Kim, and Connor came up with the system where every date where the month/day/year add up to an even number kim is mom and every date where they add to an odd number Trini is mom. Everyone except billy now hesitates when they try to ask Kira about her moms as a result because they need to remember the date and do mental math.

Kira just calls everyone by their first names, they aren’t her real parents and she wants to go home which makes Kim sad but like they get it.

Zordon takes a while to realize he now has more kids in his house. Zach introduces them as Tommy’s pet humans and Zordon just kinda excepts it because Tommy’s chaotic enough that he could definitely convince three 11 year olds to be his pets. Zordon was some how more unhappy with there being more vampires than about three unannounced pets

Once Tommy was out past the city curfew with Zach and the cops wouldn’t believe they were related so they called trini to come and pick them up from jail who just ate the cops because it was not worth the hassle. Also zack and Tommy’s mug shots were suspicious as hell since you know they didn’t actually show up in the mug shots. Zack snagged the mug shots and brought them home as suvenineers

Jason decided to frame the mugshots over the family didn't table since it's not like they really have any family photos

When zordon puts any of them in time out he makes them turn into bats and then keeps them in bird cages until they are ready to act their age.

no one is ever ready to act their age but also the bird cage keeps getting knocked over and they just escape when it does

Zack , bulk, and skull looses their shit when they see Connor’s twin brother Eric in public for the first time because it looked like Connor grew like a full foot between that evening when they all woke up and that very moment

They eventually loose Zordon to a tragic sunlight accident when they forget to close the curtains one night and everyone is heart broken

they blame their moron friend Andros who's half vampire so he doesn't instantly die when sunlight hits him

They have the biggest Rock Paper Scissors tournament ever to decide who is “new dad”

Tommy wins the tournament and now everyone has to call him dad despite him looking like a 14 year old

Kim was in second place for new dad while Connor and Kira tied for third

Billy likes to mess with cars and other transportation technology because the wright brothers were hacks who stole his tech!

Everyone has heard billy complain about the Wright brothers numerous times and frankly are kinda over it

Bulk and Skull help Billy build a flying car but unfortunately they can only ride in it was bats because it is too small and Trini points out why don't thy just fly themselves at that point

Tommy sometimes like to do his "dark biddings" online and buy furniture on Craig's list to replace the stuff everyone is regularly breaking

Bulk once turned most of the way into a bat but not his head and had trouble turning back so he just kind of dragged his head everywhere for like three days

Skull found out he had a kid right before he got turned and now that kid is almost physically the same age as him and in a moment of panic turns spike because he can't have his son being older than him

Spike find it weird and creepy everyone calls an 8th grader "new dad" in the coven but Tommy tells him he can call him granddad if he likes

because of the sheer number of people living in their home lots of them share rooms and have bunk coffins

Spike is not prepared to have the top bunk and falls down getting out a lot and skull has to teach him how to fly before most other vampire things

Bulk holds spikes hair when he gets sick from trying to eat regular food and also seeing the basement full of corpses as well as seeing Connor just straight up mutilating a guy while trying to drink from him but the guy wouldn't stand still.

sometimes they see stuff they lost over the years at museums with night showings and later break in to steal their stuff back and more than a few times they have grabbed the wrong things so they just sell the stuff they don't want

they accidentally stole the Mona Lisa. twice.

sometimes when Kim and Zack don't have anything better to do they make weird costumes from random stuff around the house and invent new cryptids and Urban Myths in the woods near their home and since they have moved around a lot over the years they are responsible for quite a few myths

Kim is actually the lockness monster and big foot

Zack is mothman

they dragged Jason into it once and he is champ

Zack found it hilarious the Loveland frog was another vampire named Adam that he and Kim keep in touch with

They meet a ghost name Demetria and she lives in a shower but her twin is the most dramatic vampire Tommy has ever met

Tommy almost considers getting a vampire Hunter involved Divatox is so annoying and her real name is Dian 

Dementia the shower ghost is the weird grandma to Tommy and skulls kids

they at one point steal the shower she haunts to bring her with them so she isn't so lonely and Divatox is pissed they basically just stole her sister

if nothing else Zack is just impressed they managed to get an entire shower cut out of the wall nozzle and all to bring back to the house

in hindsight Divatox could have also been pissed about them stealing an entire shower out of her house but that wasn't a priority for the family.

a heated debate on weather or not being a vampire was like an MLM scheme nearly rips the family in half mainly because some of them think it's multilevel marketing, some think it's men loving men, and some others think it's Marxism-Leninism-Maoism, and Skull thinks it's muslim lives matter

The larger vampire community around them is perfectly aware they are all idiots but have decided it's not their problem

(eyyyy 69!) the kids think it's funny to make fun of some of the older vampires (mostly outside their coven) for dying virgins but also they know the know they can't say anything back because this is a gaggle of children

the others tell Tommy to stop letting his kids be dicks but he is just not interested because he thinks it's funny

trini likes to do online shopping with kim and buy cute hats for when they are both bats

they all have an instagram they share where spike, Bulk, and zack draws kind crappy drawings of the others as bats wearing the hats that they sometimes swipe from kim and trini

Bulk has the most popular drawing on their insta with a stick figure bat skull smiling and wearing a flowery tea hat

they are friends on instagram with the ghosts doing chores youtubers

Skull still has a MySpace because he doesn't really see the difference between the platforms

Billy knows MySpace is out of date but still has one so he can be friends with Skull on it

Bulk and Skull as well as the others do live long enough so see human's start to move to other planets and accediently start a real life version of among us while flying there.

the "imposters" win but they gotta act stupid when people ask what happened which is the one thing this group of people after being being stuck in an enclosed space together for months can do very well

they are genuinely let off scott free on a new human planet because none of the footage of people dying showed them anywhere near the victims

no one wants to comment on the fact they had to do all their killing naked to not leave any visual evidence behind on the ship

#I didn’t finish the pictures but I did finish the bullets #sorry it’s so late #I found it in my drafts #power rangers #dino thunder #connor mcknight #tommy oliver #my au #kira ford #kimberly hart #jason scott #trini kwan #zack taylor #skull #bulk #spike #Zordon