Picture an animal that is nothing but teeth, jaws and hunger pangs. And then, in the last few hundred thousand years of its evolutionary path, it said “Whatever” and decided to grow a body. Just as an afterthought. That’s pretty much what you get when you look at the goliath tigerfish, the horror movie mouth that evolved a body … a body that is 100 percent inconsequential because LOOK AT THAT MOUTH.
It’s a whole mouth made of Crocodile Dundee’s shark necklace, but if the necklace had a cloning machine and a Dahmer-like temperament. You might even say it’s a shark’s mouth – except it’s not. Because sharks are slick and lean. They may be deadly, but at least you know where you stand with a shark.
The goliath tigerfish of Africa, on the other hand, is practically sporting googly eyes and a cocked mesh trucker hat. Look at it – it’s like Lennie Small but with a mouth full of daggers.
Imagine Watching a Horror Movie with Jacksepticeye
You shuffled into the living room, popcorn bowl in hand while Jack skimmed through the horror section on Netflix. You sat down next to him, handing him the bowl and grabbing the nearby blanket, draping it over the two of you as he smiled.
“Are ya ready for the most boss horror marathon ever?” He said with a grin, making you roll your eyes and smile.
“You always pick dumb horror movies, can’t I pick one this time?” You begged, reaching for the remote which he reluctantly passed over. You smiled triumphantly as you scrolled along until you found one that looked slightly intriguing. You picked The Conjuring and set the remote down in front of you. Jack quickly pulled you back into his arms, hugging you around the waist as the movie started.
It started off okay, nothing too bad, but by the end of it, you felt like you were being watched. A jumpscare occurred on screen and you jumped back, screaming because you weren’t expecting it. Jack reacted mostly the same way, screaming loudly and pulling you closer to him like you were a teddy bear.
“Tell me again why we do this!” You gasped out, turning to face the youtuber who tried to look like he was brave but was faltering.
“B-because it gives me a reason to hold onto ya and not look clingy?” He muttered, looking anywhere but your face. Your cheeks lit up as you realized his true intentions and couldn’t help but smile widely at the revelation.
“You know you can just hold me when you want to… I won’t judge.” You mutter, leaning forward and quickly pecking him on the lips. He smiled and quickly pulled you back down to kiss you more deeply.
The horror movie in the background quickly faded from your minds as you snuggled up to his chest and he laid back, running his fingers through your hair happily.
What are your thoughts on fan fiction? There is a lot of it in our OL community.
Personally, I love fan fiction and have read a lot of it in my time. I love it when fic can elevate and expand a middling source material. For instance, one of my fave fics of all time is a dark psychosexual tale based on the 1999 teen b-movie horror flick The Faculty. And yes, I may have read novel-length J2 AU fanfic (if you don’t know what that means, don’t ask. Really.). My favourite Harry Potter fanfic of all time is about the pairing Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson (a story which, sadly, has been removed from all archives by its author).
For me personally, Outlander fanfic doesn’t hold much appeal because the existing text is so rich and complete (and because Diana’s tone and character voices are so difficult to replicate).
Now, Diana has said that she doesn’t want people to even WRITE it, which I can empathize with because I think she has a very spiritual connection to her characters and it seems like she sees them as extensions of her own psyche. That said… too bad, Diana! Fanfic is part of fandom and any time you put art into the world, you don’t get to control how people respond to or interact with it.
So, OL fanfic isn’t for me but I wish those who do write and read it the best! Enjoy!
Now, I don’t know if anon had in mind Real Person fic. Weirdly enough, I usually find myself wishing there were more of it (LET ME FINISH). Because when someone posts RPF, they usually label it as such (though I notice RPF isn’t as heavily disclaimed as it was in the early 2000s when it first came into public internet view from the private listservs where it originated). RPF stories are are, to me, a better option when compared to what shippers in OL fandom do currently, which is talk about made-up fantasies as though they were real. IMO.
I was telling my mom that a dinner with me and my brother and my dad and her at a table that’s meant for 2 people was going to be too small logistically and if not that even uncomfortable and she wasn’t listening to me so I sighed, and she looks at me and says “what, are you going to be bitchy for dinner?” and I said “did you just call me a bitch?” and she started sputtering and so I just went in my room and locked the door and to try and coax me out she started violently turning the locked knob and talking to me like you would talk to a really cute dog you just met to “not be like that!”
hi! the photoset u just reblogged has screenshots of lolita and since its not tagged idk if u knew that n i just wanted to tell u in case u werent ok with reblogging tht sort of thing! lolita is romanticized for its aesthetic even tho its abt the horrors of pedophilia n like its a movie so its not tht deep obviously n im not like calling u out or anythin i just wanted to make sure u knew, in case u were like rly against reblogging tht bc of its content. anyway i hope u have a good day!!
oooo i didnt know that !! thanks for informing me, i didnt even know it was from a film! im glad u said somethin cuz i usually dont even realize where the pics i reblog come from ya know,,
To answer the question you asked about the shipping of different ages groups I'd have to say it's okay considering the fact that it's fantasy. For example, I still go out and see movies about war and scary things like people killing other people but that doesn't mean I support those things. It just means that from a fictional sense it's something I enjoy but would never do/support in real life. Shipping is the same way its simply just pretend.
Most of the people that responded to my post said the same thing;
I myself am a horror film/ book/ show addict. Do I enjoy the content? Absolutely, that’s why I find interest in it. Have I played video games in which I kill others? Yeah. Obviously, it’s fictional- so there’s nothing wrong with it.
Personally, as a csa survivor, it’s just a bit more of a struggle to see the line of distinction between people making a fetish out of it fictionally and not being okay with it in reality- especially when it’s a child. It’s not that it isn’t there, it just isn’t as clear to most of us who suffered that kind of abuse, making it harder to see people liking that sort of thing (fictionally), if you will- even if circumstances are different.
I think most people understand where I’m coming from, at least, and no one was pissy in responding to my post, especially since it was a genuine question. Which was good.
“Suppose what your faith has said is essentially correct. Suppose there is a universal mind controlling everything, a god willing the behavior of every subatomic particle. Well, every particle has an anti-particle, its mirror image, its negative side. Maybe this universal mind resides in the mirror image instead of in our universe as we wanted to believe. Maybe he’s anti-god, bringing darkness instead of light,”
In the Tales to Sell My Merchandise, we have that moment when Stan describes watching a horror movie with a girl and then having to raise a kid. But from what we know, Stan didn’t have a kid around because he was homeless and then he was pretending to be his brother. Also, we know Soos is 22-23 years old and Stan who is in his “late fifties/early sixties” according to the wiki. Late 30s/early 40s isn’t too late to have a kid. Granted, he would have already been living at the Mystery Shack, pretending to be Stanford.
Imagine Stan finally getting close to a girl, someone he cares for in a town that thinks he’s actually dead. And then there’s a kid. But Stan thinks he can’t possibly be a good Dad. Stan didn’t have a good relationship with his own father and may just assume he’ll screw it up like he did with everything else. Maybe it would be better for this kid not to know his father. Besides, he’s not even going by his real name. He’d be lying to his kid all the time. And what about the portal? He can’t possibly raise this kid and work on the dangerous machine in the basement. So he breaks things off. We don’t know who Soos’s mom is, but I think it’s safe to say she hasn’t been in the picture for a long time. Maybe no one even knows who Soos’s dad is.
But Stan can’t just abandon the kid completely. So he starts sending the postcards he’s saved up over the years to Soos on his birthday.
Maybe when he gave Soos the job, he didn’t even recognize him at first. But by the time he realized who Soos was, it was too late. Then Stan thinks it might be fine, the kid’s just his employee. It’s not like he’s raising him.
Except he kind of does. Soos sees Stan as his father figure. And Stan does a lot for Soos. Making him employee of the year.
Trying to legally get rid of Soos’ birthday because the day made Soos upset.
Also, the postcard Soos throws away is the one he got just before Stan hired him. What if that the was last one that was ever sent? Because Stan was finally there for Soos’ birthdays, he didn’t feel he needed/it didn’t occur to him to send the postcards anymore.
Not to mention the handwriting is fairly similar. Granted, more care could have been taken when writing the postcards.
That and Stan boxed. I wouldn’t be surprised if he called kids “Champ.”
He discovered a herd of cows standing far away and two young men standing very close. It was, in fact, Adam Parrish and Ronan Lynch. He looked down at them. They looked up. Neither party said anything. Both of the boys were unsettling — (…) They continued standing there, looking like a pair of horror movie twins, one dark, one light. Adam Parrish smiled a little; it took two years off his age in a second. He had teeth on both his top and bottom jaw. “I know what you are.” This was interesting. “And what am I?”