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*doom music starts to play* I actually kindof like scheduling these kinds of appointments now...

but seriously Fellas, don't forget to schedule a pap smear every couple of years just in case. If you still have a cervix you can still get cervical cancer. ilu

this has been a psa

BAT! Harvey wore a stunning, on-theme suit to The Hollywood Reporter and SAG-AFTRA's 2024 Emmy Nominees Night! It even included details of his fellow cast members 🦇

Yeah, that’s exactly how I expected that to go 😂

This is wonderful btw

Vid by NikhilClayton

The Tale of a bisque-fired Vampire

My biggest regret in life was not finishing my transition. Which wasn’t my fault, but my chance was cut short. That alone is enough to make a guy vengeful, but do you know what actually reanimated me?

My family took the time and paid the money to separate out my hand bones and skull, had them cleaned and articulated. They actually cremated me, as asked, and portioned out my ashes to be used in both a pound of clay and to make two memorial diamonds. They followed my will to the letter, and I know that they read it all the way through. I know because of the one thing that they didn’t do.

As I watched my service from beyond, tears began to well up in my nonexistent eyes. My parents did not once acknowledge me as their son. My sister never once referred to me as her brother. And not a single one of my friends whom I was out to, nor my partner, were invited to the ceremony.

I had to sit there alone, and take it, even from beyond the grave… The exact same misgendering which had crushed me in life had managed to affect me here too. And that was too much for me.

I really wanted to believe It could’ve been a mistake. I had to believe that they just couldn’t find the right opportunity during the whole thing… but then they only confirmed it by finishing the aforementioned disposal of my old body.

There was a clause in my will, which would have saved them all that time and money, if they had just acknowledged me. But they chose to jump through all those other hoops instead. In picking the equivalent of “draw 25 cards”, they had inadvertently stacked the deck quite nicely for my return.

When they finally left my remains alone in one place I went to work. I tried out my hands first. Moving the bones was like slipping back on a worn out pair of work gloves. Thankfully they were just as articulate as I had specified in my will. With these disembodied hand, I set the respective memorial diamonds in the eye sockets of my skull. It was dazzling to finally see the world without the need for glasses.

Overjoyed that things were going to plan, I set my newly reanimated skull on a high out of the way shelf. From this vantage point I could survey the next step in my plan without worrying about clouding my new eyes. On the table where they stored my remains, I started to pull out and knead the porcelain ash-clay. I took my pound of once-flesh and miraculously stretched it back out into a proper body. One sculpted, not in the image of who I’d once been, but as I had always wished to become. It pained me to have to slice into the beautiful creation in order to embed my cleaver bones in the right places. I just had to remind myself that it would be worth it.

Next, I needed to let my new form dry out a bit before I could finally install myself inside. Thankfully nobody bothered to visit my old art studio once in that span of time. And It took over a week to dry out completely. During that time I couldn’t help but wonder why no one ever came to do anything with my remains…?

Eventually, as the moisture left my new form, I ceased to care about it. Instead I began to focus on a budding new sensation: I felt a sense of self return to me. One that had been absent in life. It was a wonderful experience, but it came packaged with another. As I reveled in the discovery of this feeling, I also felt the fury animating me grow stronger.

It was a necessary fire that began to stoke within my spirit, one that spread to my, as of yet, unfinished vessel. An otherworldly amount of outrage bisque fired me from the inside out as I realized I could’ve had this feeling in life too if mine hadn’t been cut short!

If I had inhabited a traditional corpse, this would have been the point at which I’d have dug myself out of my grave and made plans to pay my family a nightly visit…

Instead, I jerked into a sitting position on the craft table. Not stiffly, like someone else’s Frankenstein monster, but rather in smooth and fluid motion as my own person. Yes, finally as my own person…

It was a novel feeling, and for a moment I contemplated forgiveness. The thought was only a momentary flash against the dark, overwhelming, need to carry out my own personal vengeance.

They didn’t have to provide me with the means to do this… and yet they did it anyway out of stubbornness! Well, two can play at that game… but I don’t think I shall stoop to that level.

With a quirk of my new ceramic lips, I flashed the world with a sharp porcelain smile as a better idea came to mind. In time, I figure, they will come to regret their choices all on their own. Meanwhile, however, I will do the most vengeful thing I can do with this inadvertent gift they’ve handed me. I will go out into the world and live on without them, this time as my truest self.

And if they don’t like it… well, I could still use a glaze firing, and a fresh brilliant red coat of glaze would absolutely complete my new look.

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painting of a bat using a pink flip phone to make a video call with another bat

A little info post about vampires in my lore!

I’m sorry, did you tag Morbius as one of the villains in love? Because the two of them literally don’t give two shits about each other. Bro is barely a Spider-Man “Enemy”, they just don’t have that much chemistry (I.e. neither of them hates the other nearly as much as some of these other guys do, like they’re just a nuisance to each other and that’s it). I mean, yeah, on occasion Peter has felt bad for the guy… but more often than not he pounds him into the dirt for looking at a blood bag funny…

Peter Parker truly has a disproportionate amount of enemies that are homoerotically obsessed with him and yet Marvel maintains that he must stay straight

Nope now it’s at the point that i’m shocked that people off tt don’t know what’s going down. I have no reach but i’ll sum it up anyway.

SCOTUS is hearing on the constitutionality of the ban as tiktok and creators are arguing that it is a violation of our first amendment rights to free speech, freedom of the press and freedom to assemble.

SCOTUS: tiktok bad, big security concern because china bad!

Tiktok lawyers: if china is such a concern why are you singling us out? Why not SHEIN or temu which collect far more information and are less transparent with their users?

SCOTUS (out loud): well you see we don’t like how users are communicating with each other, it’s making them more anti-american and china could disseminate pro china propaganda (get it? They literally said they do not like how we Speak or how we Assemble. Independent journalists reach their audience on tt meaning they have Press they want to suppress)

Tiktok users: this is fucking bullshit i don’t want to lose this community what should we do? We don’t want to go to meta or x because they both lobbied congress to ban tiktok (free market capitalism amirite? Paying off your local congressmen to suppress the competition is totally what the free market is about) but nothing else is like TikTok

A few users: what about xiaohongshu? It’s the Chinese version of tiktok (not quite, douyin is the chinese tiktok but it’s primarily for younger users so xiaohongshu was chosen)

16 hours later:

Tiktok as a community has chosen to collectively migrate TO a chinese owned app that is purely in Chinese out of utter spite and contempt for meta/x and the gov that is backing them.

My fyp is a mix of “i would rather mail memes to my friends than ever return to instagram reels” and “i will xerox my data to xi jinping myself i do not care i share my ss# with 5 other people anyway” and “im just getting ready for my day with my chinese made coffee maker and my Chinese made blowdryer and my chinese made clothing and listening to a podcast on my chinese made phone and get in my car running on chinese manufactured microchips but logging into a chinese social media? Too much for our gov!” etc.

So the government was scared that tiktok was creating a sense of class consciousness and tried to kill it but by doing so they sent us all to xiaohongshu. And now? Oh it’s adorable seeing this gov-manufactured divide be crossed in such a way.

This is adorable and so not what they were expecting. Im sure they were expecting a reluctant return to reels and shorts to fill the void but tiktokers said fuck that, we will forge connections across the world. Who you tell me is my enemy i will make my friend. That’s pretty damn cool.

‘ ‘ … I think it has something to do with spider-man’ the Vulture says, the setting sun turning the fur along the collar of his aviator jacket golden. You stand there, nodding in agreement, but you have to wonder: What is a spider man?

*Gasp*

You jolt awake from a most horrid nightmare: They made a very inaccurate biopic about you, and they cast Jared Leto! You sit up right in your desk chair and contemplate why they made that decision in the mirror in front of you. Overgrown black hair, red eyes, a pale face with slits for nostrils, and that stupid chin-strap that Martine had begged you to shave. Why Leto? If anything they should’ve cast someone like Jack Palance… hmmm, how old would he be now? Oh well, at least it wasn’t Tommy Wiseau

And where did that Milo character come from? He was like an abominable fusion of Nikos and Vic Slaughter… but he was played by Matt Smith, where did your brain get that?

The music on the T.V. next to you swells heroically, “… because bow ties are cool!” It says from on top of the dresser. The blueish glow from it paints the outlines of the motel room you sit within. Normally you wouldn’t choose to fall asleep to a marathon of Dr.Who, but you are not the sole occupant of this room.

Young Amanda Saint rests her head on the pillows of the only bed in the room. You only promised to escort her to Navada to find her father, nothing more nothing less. So you fell asleep at the desk.

You can’t go back to sleep now, though. Not with that nightmare still kicking around in your skull. What you need is a drink…

You hesitate for a second on miss Saint.

Or some fresh air; you did see a dinner across the road from your room. Quite like, you take up the long coat, sun glasses, and straw hat Amanda had given you and dip outside. She’d said it was something about cowboys and going west that made her pick it when you asked.

No one sees you leave the grounds of the motel, or cross the two lane road. The thin soles of your insulation suit’s boots crunch on the gravel parking lot of the diner. You pass an old black Chevy on the way to the entrance. The place is empty at this time of night. There is no hostess, so you sit at the bar.

You wait for someone to take your order. One black coffee.

The dream is still on your mind.

“We need to talk about the girl, Michael” a deep, gravelly, monotone voice says from the previously empty stool beside you. You try not to seem surprised, “What is there to talk about?” You reply.

“The Winchesters say you’ve kidnapped a teenage girl, Michael, and you’re moving her across state lines.” Says the frumpled looking man in a tan trench coat sitting beside you. “I have kidnapped no one,” you say through clenched fangs, “I am simply escorting her to her father.”.

“That’s not what the sister told us” he begins.“Well her sister is a liar” you spit, “She tried to sacrifice Amanda and I to a giant Spider!”. The man looks stunned. Then puzzled.

“Regardless, the Winchesters are coming for you Michael Morbius.” He repeats as he regains his deadpan. How does he know your name? “Who are you?” You growl, seconds from bolting for the door. This feels like a distraction.

“I am the angel Castiel, and I am on your side” He says as he standings to go, “Please… be not afraid.”.

And the man vanishes.’

[A scene from Morbius 2: Supernatural Tales of Suspense

Coming this Fall]

i fell asleep to eddy burback reviewing morbius and i dreamed morbius 2 was out and eddy burback watched it 5 days in a row and that castiel supernatural was a character in it and part of sonys whole mcu jr thing was connecting the sony mcu to the supernatural universe and i remember saying to my discord server/groupchat "i kinda wanna see all the castiel scenes in morbius 2 but i think that would just be very disappointing and a waste of time" and i started complaining about the quality of all marvel movies, sony or not, and before i could send the message i woke up really scared and i only just realized it all wasnt real like 30 seconds before i started typing. if i recall cas and morbius were like... allies. i remember a scene of castiel and morbius in a coffee shop. and he was sort of a background character ? and i think there was something about morbius helping cas recover his grace ? i dont know. but he was in it. and he was in it enough for scene compilations of him. and i remember myself on youtube and my resolve was crumbling as i looked at "castiel morbius 2 all scenes" it was like 5 minutes long

and i essentially copied all of this from the exact same rant i sent to my discord server about my dream