#but also like marko bitch who else would you put in that seat??

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[bamfdaddio]

X-Men Abridged: 1976

The X-Men, those fiery mutants that have sworn to protect a world that hates and fears them, are a cultural juggernaut with a long, tangled history. Want to unravel this tapestry? Then read the Abridged X-Men!

(X-Men 97 - 102) - by Chris Claremont and Dave Cockrum

If I ever participate in Drag Race, this will be my entrance look. (“Hear me, bitches! No longer am I the woman you knew! I am fierce! I am fashion incarnate! Now and forever, the winner of season 27!” *mugs at camera* ) (X-Men 101)

It really amazes me how quickly Claremont shifts things into high gear. One year in and he absolutely does not calm down, giving us both the Shi’ar, more Sentinels and the (motherfucking) Phoenix. SO LET'S GOOOO

You’d think that, as a telepath, Charles would be used to dreaming absolutely twisted shit, surfing everybody else´s freaky dream waves, but apparently, vividly dreaming of space is so exhausting that he needs a vacation.

To be fair, I’d be exhausted too if I dreamt of schizo space bugs on detailed splash pages. Get into it, Mr. Cockrum. (X-Men 97)

Meanwhile, Alex and Lorna have absconded to the sizzling Rio Diablo to work on their doctorates. It’s unclear what they’re studying (archaeology?) and where this Rio Diablo is (Panama, Chili, Ecuador?), but considering that Rio means River, I’m unsure whether drawing a dry dry desert is the appropriate setting. But hey, this was the pre-Google era and you’re not here for topographical nitpicking, so.

Lorna is shot by an unknown assailant and continues the long, long history of Polaris being mentally overtaken by other entities. Together with the equally not-himself Havoc, they travel back to NYC and attack the plane Xavier is boarding. The X-Men battle them, until it is revealed that these former not-quite-X-Men are in league with… Eric the Red?

Scott is all: But I was Eric the Red! Also, Eric the Red does not exist!

Xavier escapes, apparently not giving a fuck that all kinds of X-Men are demolishing the JFK airport, but the still-evil Havok and Polaris also get away. The X-Men are shook!

Some time later, The X-Men celebrate X-Mas at Rockefeller Square, where Claremont skips some steps in favour of narrative expediency. Moira and Sean are apparently in a relationship, Jean and Storm are the best of friends. It’s some pretty rough telling, not showing, but we’ll allow it, but only because the Storm/Jean-friendship is one of my favourite things.

What, you think only the movies indulged in Lee/Kirby-cameos? (X-Men 98)

Anyway, Jean and Scott are attacked by the Sentinels, who continue their trend of being way too sneaky for supersized racist robots! Xavier is kidnapped on his boat trip with super-duper scientist Peter Corbeau (seriously, he has two Nobel Prizes), while they steal away Jean, Sean and Logan in NYC. When they come to, there’s some gloating from Stephen Lang.

Jean Grey being a literal pin-up while delivering nazi-burns is such a big middle finger to everything she was in the sixties and I am here for it. (X-Men 98)

When the three kidnapped X-Men make a break for it and escape the Sentinel’s clutches, they burst through a wall, only to be greeted by the cold vacuum of space! They’re not on Earth at all: they’re on a formerly SHIELD space station! GASP! (literally)

In secret, Peter Corbeau, inventor of sliced bread, helps the X-Men back on Earth board a space shuttle, where Colossus remembers his brother Mikhail (objectively the worst Rasputin), a kosmonaut who died at the launch of another spacecraft. It’s another Future Plotline Seed©.

The X-Men dodge solar storms which sounds like a made-up contrivance but aren’t, while the Sentinels try to destroy the shuttle. In what the kids these days call a pro-gamer move, the X-Men instead ram the space station and go through to these apparently sub-par Sentinels like Magma through butter. Kurt’s showmanship and Colossus’ loyalty are highlighted, while Cyclops becomes more robotic and repressed the more Jean is in danger.

Colossus’ secondary mutation is apparently BEING THE BIGGEST DORK. (X-Men 99)

Scott almost kills Stephen Lang, but then Stephen throws his ace in the hole at them: THE OLD X-MEN? This reveal throws us right in the hallmark one hundredth issue!

And, look. Stephen, this is just a terrible plan. Instead of using most of your budget on making more impressive Sentinels, you blow half of it on making janky X-Men clones to… what? Confuse the real X-Men?

It works for a hot minute, but Kurt and Ororo quickly figure out something is wrong. This Beast, for example, isn’t hairy and this Jean doesn’t remember being in Storm’s confidence. Wolverine is the first to snap: acting on instinct, he kills ‘Jean’, proving she’s an android.

Stephen Lang, foiled by the X-Men’s logical thinking skills (which, to be fair, are notoriously unreliable), spews some hatred and accidentally blows himself up. Nothing of value is lost.

Too bad the X-Men can’t return to Earth: their space shuttle is too damaged. I actually love this: going to space is kind of a big deal for most people and the fact that the X-Men have trouble because they’re stranded in space lends them a kind of vulnerability that has been lost over the recent years. Jean steps up to the plate, herds the other X-Men into the protected life cell and assumes the pilot seat of the shuttle. This is after zapping Cyclops into unconsciousness and telling the other X-Men to kindly fuck off when they try to stop her.

As the X-Men descend onto the Earth, Jean’s telekinesis isn’t enough to protect her as she’s engulfed by solar flares. OR IS SHE?

Nothing funny. All of these panels are just beautiful. Forget those robot copy X-Men, this is why this issue is worthy of being the hundredth one. (X-Men 100)

The space shuttle crashes, rolls over JFK airport before dunking in the water. The X-Men emerge, safe, sound and very lucky and then, defying all odds, Jean emerges as the Phoenix. Fire, life incarnate, etc.

After a brief but melodramatic burst of energy, Jean collapses into unconsciousness and is hospitalized. Wolverine intends to bring her flowers (aw!), before throwing them out when he realizes the gal’s taken, establishing the X-Men’s most famous love triangle. (You can fuck right off with your Scott/Jean/Warren-bullshit.)

I’m not sure what my favorite thing is here: the absolutely bonkers everybody’s-elated-panel (special mention to Kurt’s boots and his bounce) or the subtle character beat where Kurt goes all heart-of-the-team and checks on Scott, who turns out to be not so stoic. (X-Men 101)

Charles orders all the X-Men (except Scott) to go on vacation, so he can take care of Jean. Like, Charles, you’d think they could just go hang out at the X-Mansion. Instead, they go to Ireland because Sean has conveniently inherited the ancestral Cassidy Keep.

All the X-Men dress up fancy for a welcoming feast, and it seems Kurt and Ororo are flirting? But sometimes, it also seems like Ororo and Piotr are flirting? Listen, I’m not judging: I love these polycule vibes from the early X-Men. Especially because neither Kurt nor Ororo have had particularly satisfying romantic plotlines for the past 20 years.

I’m not here to insinuate nothing, but last time I said “I enjoy being with both of you”, it ended up in a spitroast. (X-Men 101)

The soiree is interrupted by… THE JUGGERNAUT, BITCH, and Black Tom, Sean Cassidy’s evil cousin. They are hired by an unknown someone to kill the X-Men! Since nobody subtle is involved, they quickly wreck the castle and everybody tumbles into the dungeons. (Local news paper reports: gay power couple harasses ill-dressed American tourists.)

This story is mostly a vehicle to tells Ororo’s backstory: Storm, one of the few who could conceivably put up a fight to Cain Marko, feels caged by the cold rocks of Cassidy Keep and is incapacitated by her claustrophobia.

Back in the USA, Charles, who’s heard Storm’s mental anguish, is furious with Scott because he doesn’t hop in a plane to save the other X-Men, even though Scott correctly points out that he’ll never get there in time if he leaves now. Meanwhile, Jean awakens, convinced she somehow brought herself back to life. Yeah, you go girl.

While the rest of the X-Men fight the evil duo in Ireland, Claremont tells Storm’s backstory in a few gorgeous spreads.

“I could write a novel about Storm’s backstory.” “You get two pages.” “Deal.” (X-Men 102)

Another classic comics trope appears here, where family members are immune to one another’s powers. I have no idea how Black Tom is immune to Banshee’s sonic scream - he has ears.

Does Black Tom just have a voice in his ears going NEENER NEENER NEENER when Sean screams? (X-Men 102)

When Storm finally pulls herself back together, it’s too late: the Juggernaut has pummeled the other X-Men into a paste and she also falls to his onslaught. IS THIS THE END OF THE X-MEN?!

Other things introduced this year:

Kurt’s image inducer, which he abuses to look like Errol Flynn. (I would abuse it to look like an amalgam of Milo Ventimiglia (ca. Gilmore Girls) and Timothée Chardonnay. OR like Emmy Raver-Lampman.)

The fastball special!

All kinds of name confusion: Lorna is Polaris, Havok is sometimes Havoc and Piotr becomes Peter.

Best new character: Phoenix. Hit me with that iconic shit.

What to read: The Stephen Lang arc is not fully necessary, just read issue 100 and 101. Don’t skip issue 102 if you want to know all about Storm’s past.

[ninjettey]

Boys and Aliens ch 3(Final)

Sometime in the early afternoon Stitch woke to someone lifting Laddie out of his bed. Stitch was still half asleep when he saw Michael carrying Star out of the cave. He could hear voices further inside the cave that did not belong to his four friends. Stitch climbed out of bed and followed the voices into a tunnel. He could see three boys climb out the end of the tunnel, two had sharp, wooden sticks, and the other just carried a flashlight.

Stitch crawled up the wall of the tunnel before the exit and then climbed up the wall to watch the boys from above. He looked around the cavern and saw his friends hanging upside down, asleep. Stitch knew then his friends were not as human as they appeared and why he didn’t feel the need to attack them like other humans. Stitch listened to the boys’ voices as he crawled closer to them.

“I thought they’d be in coffins.”

“That’s exactly what this cave is,” Edgar replied. “One great big coffin.”

Edgar and Alan both began to climb one of the jagged rock walls.

“We’ve found them at their most vulnerable,” Edgar called back.

“Easy pickings,” Alan added.

“Hey!” Sam yelled at them from down below. “You just have to kill the leader!”

“How do we know which one he is?” Edgar replied. “We’ll have to kill them all.”

Alan turned his flashlight on the nearest vampire.

“Yeah,” he called, “we’ll start with the little one first. First come, first staked.”

Stitch has heard enough. He crawled quickly over to his friends as two of the boys climbed closer to Marko. One of the boys was aiming a stake at Marko’s chest right where his heart would be, pulling back to strike, “Goodnight bloodsucker!”

As the boy’s arm is coming down, Stitch leaps away from the wall and into the path of the stake. Stitch had landed onto Marko’s arms that were crossed against his chest. His claws digging into Marko’s jacket sleeves. When the stake connected with Stitch’s fur it snapped like a twig. Growling at the boys before he threw himself into the face of the boy in front of him and started clawing and biting as they fell to the ground. Several gaping wounds in the boy’s chest and face bleed profusely, “Get it off me!” “What is that thing?” Alan yelled as he and Sam tried to pry the creature away from Edgar so they could escape. Stitch was kicked off and hit the wall hard enough to stun him. Alan and Sam picked Edgar up and started crawling back through the tunnel with David on their trail.

The smell of blood woke the vampires. They all opened their eyes to see Stitch fighting with the boys that ran the comic book store and Michael’s little brother. Meaning Michael has betrayed them. They knew he wasn’t meant to be a vampire, and they knew Michael led the wannabe vampire hunters to their cave, their home. David spoke as he dropped from where he was sleeping, “You’re dead meat!” He chased after the boys. David caught Edgar by the ankle and was pulling him back. Sam and Alan held on to Edgar and pulled him into the sunlight causing David to let go when his hand burst into flames. David screamed in pain as his hand burned, letting go of the injured boy and retreating into the dark safety of the cavern.

The three boys, with great effort, climbed out of the cave and up the stairs getting as far from the angry vampires as they could only to find Michael had fallen asleep. Sam and Alan sat Edgar in the middle of the front seat. Sam had no idea how to drive, but he was going to have to if they wanted to escape the vampires.

David returned to the cavern to check on his brothers. He found they were unharmed, mostly. The only injuries any of them had besides his burnt hand was some claw marks on Marko’s arm from Stitch. They were standing around waiting for David, Marko had removed his jacket to check out the puncture wounds in his arm. They were already starting to close up by the time David joined their circle. His burnt hand won’t heal completely until after he has fed.

Stitch had stayed close to the brothers but out of their way. He was furious that someone came and attacked his friends and took Laddie. He was getting ready to leave the cave to track down Laddie, but Paul stopped him. Paul quickly picked up Stitch and hugged him like he was a stuffed animal, “Thank you! You saved us!” Stitch squirmed to get out of the tight hold the vampire had on him. “Paul, put him down,” David ordered as he lit a cigarette.

“We still have a few hours before sundown. Then we’ll go get Laddie, and deal with the Emersons’ and those two punks,” David finished his cigarette and threw the butt down. Stitch looked up to see David staring at him. “We were going to tell you tonight what we are. It seems like plans changed. We’re not exactly human. We are vampires. Creatures of the night, drink blood to survive, and can’t go out into the sun without bursting into flames.” David shows Stitch his slowly healing hand. “The four of us are grateful you showed up.” The other three vampires nodded their heads in agreement. “For now, let’s get some more sleep. Come nightfall, we have a pack member to rescue.” The four vampires jumped back up to their pole they were hanging from and were asleep before Stitch had crawled out of the tunnel.

Stitch found a small alcove inside the main cave that faced the entrance. He curled himself into a ball and fell into a light sleep. Still tired but wanting to stay alert in case the threat showed back up. He will not be losing any of his friends. Stitch may have landed on this planet with the motive to destroy it, but he has quickly grown attached to the strange creatures here. Maybe he could hold off on destroying the planet for a little bit longer.

As the sun was setting, the Emersons’ and Frogs were preparing to fight. They knew they screwed up and the vampires would be hunting them down. They had almost killed one of their own. Sam and Alan were arguing about who was going to babysit Edgar since he was badly hurt. “What the hell was that thing? It almost killed Edgar,” Alan asked a frantically pacing Sam. “I don’t know. Never seen anything like it.” Edgar was coming in and out of consciousness, his face and chest having been bandaged to the best of Alan’s abilities.

Michael was finishing nailing some boards over the windows downstairs. Star had started a fire in the fireplace. She had stayed close to Michael once they woke up. Laddie is hiding under Michael’s bed. Alan had threatened to stake him if he tried to attack them. Laddie was hoping his brothers and Stitch would come get him away from these people. He didn’t want to be human, he liked his new life with his brothers.

When the sun finally set, David and his boys woke for the second time. Flying into the main cave where Stitch was waiting. Marko held out his hand, “We’re flying.” Stitch took his hand and they flew out of the cave and towards the Emerson household. The closer they got the more excited they got. They spotted Michael and Sam running back into the house after retrieving their dog.

They land in a tree outside of the house. David didn’t want to just run in without a plan. That could get them killed. Who knows what is waiting for them inside. “Paul and Marko, you two stay together, watch each other’s backs. Dwayne, you’re with me. Only Laddie matters, everyone else can die for all I care. Stitch, I want to concentrate on finding Laddie,” David told his brothers before they took to the skies again.

Marko and Paul flew over to the attic window and listened for the sounds of heartbeats before breaking into the room. Speeding down the stairs, scaring Alan. The kid was standing in the hall facing the stairs leading to the first floor. Marko snuck up behind him and quickly snapped his neck and drained him. Paul had opened the door to Sam’s room. Edgar was still out cold on Sam’s bed. Paul pounced on him and tore his throat out, getting blood everywhere. Marko had come into the room with Alan’s body, “Two down.” They nodded to each other and left the room only to run into Sam’s dog. Growling, bearing his teeth at the vampires, the dog inched closer ready to attack.

Stitch was crawling along the ceiling sniffing for Laddie. He watched as Paul and Marko encountered the dog. Crawling past the vampires so that he was above the dog, he dropped onto the dog, and they started fighting. Stitch got the upper-hand after bringing his other two arms out. The bottom two arms held the dog while the upper two ripped the dog’s jaw off. The dog dropped dead from the blood loss. Stitch continued to search for Laddie.

Paul and Marko moved through the second floor looking for anyone else. They found Star hiding in a wardrobe inside one of the other bedrooms. She screamed when she came face to demonic face with the blondes. “Hey Star,” Marko laughed like a lunatic before lunging at the girl. He dragged her out of the wardrobe so he and Paul could kill the whiny bitch. They each took an arm and ripped her in two while laughing like little kids playing tug-of-war.

David and Dwayne didn’t even try to sneak in, they just busted down the front door. Michael and Sam were in the living room when the front door crashed open. Sam hid behind the couch with a bow and arrow. He peeked over the top of the couch with the bow ready. Sam aimed for Dwayne. Taking the shot, the arrow pierced Dwayne’s shoulder. All that did was piss Dwayne off more. Dwayne dove for Sam. The boy screamed at the top of his lungs. The vampire laughed as he bit into the boy’s neck. Pulling the arrow out so the wound could heal as he drank the boy dry.

Michael and David were mid-air fighting. Michael thought he had David. They collided into one of the walls decorated with many different animal heads, many of which had antlers. Narrowingly missing a deer head, David pushed Michael away from the wall, flying to the other side of the room. He also was aiming to impale Michael with antlers. David had both hands wrapped around Michael’s throat, squeezing the breath out of him. Michael grasped David’s wrists to pull his hands away. David just squeezed harder and laughed, “You could have lived forever. Instead you brought hunters into my home to kill me and my brothers. Big mistake.” David was done playing with this kid. Moving one of his hands to the back of Michael’s head, and with one final twist the fight was over.

Stitch had found Laddie hiding under a bed. He stuck his head under the bed, “Hi.” “Stitch!” Laddie climbed out from under the bed and hugged the alien. This time he didn’t fight it. The noise from the fighting had died down. Laddie and Stitch cautiously went downstairs and saw the four vampires were still standing. Paul and Marko had rejoined their brothers in the living room.

When they thought the fight was over, Max and Lucy walked into the destroyed living room. Lucy didn’t have time to question what was going on before Max had attacked her, determined to turn her. Max could see his boys had disposed of the young Emerson children, but he still wanted Lucy.

Everyone caught on to what Max was doing. The four of them attacked Max at once. Paul gripped Lucy around the waist and pulled her away from Max, causing Max to rip her throat out. Lucy was dead before she hit the floor. Dwayne, Marko and David were thrown across the room. “You could never follow orders, could you David?!” Max yelled at his first sired son. David got up and lunged for his maker once again. Max caught David by the throat and threw him into Paul and they both flew through the back wall. Dwayne jumped onto Max’s back, hoping to distract him long enough for Marko to stake him. Max was too strong. Both of them were tossed away like ragdolls.

Stitch and Laddie were watching from the stairs. “We got to do something. They’re going to lose,” Laddie cried. David, and Paul had recovered from their falls and were attacking again. Max just laughed as he had them both in headlocks.Paul was able to slip away, leaving Max to grab David with both hands and strangle him. David used his full strength to break one of Max’s wrists to get loose. The other three vampires surrounded Max and David. With their combined efforts, they were able to yank Max’s arm off his body. David tossed the severed limb into the lit fireplace.

Watching the limb burn, Stitch knew how he could help. He jumped to the top of the stair railing unnoticed by the vampires. While Max was screaming in pain from the lost limb, and before the Lost Boys could attack, Stitch leaped from the railing with a growl, the force of the leap destroyed the railing. Max turned to the noise in time to see a blue blur of fur fly at him. The momentum from Stitch’s leap had pushed both the head vampire and Stitch into the fireplace. Fireplace roared with a big explosion of flames. “STITCH!” Laddie yelled for his friend. The flames pull back into the now crumbled fireplace. Max was no more.

Smoke and ash fill the room. Everyone stared into what was left of the mantle. Dwayne had gathered a crying Laddie into his arms. As the smoke settled, some of the stones shifted. They all watched and waited, readying to start the fight once again. Only to be shocked when Stitch climbed out, shaking off the ash. He turned his nose up to the ceiling, and “ACHOO!” The force of his sneeze scooted Stitch across the bare floor. Once the Lost Boys saw Stitch was ok, they started laughing.

Well, all but David. He had to stop and take a deep breath from the overwhelming feeling of becoming the head vampire. The Lost Boys were now as they should be. No overbearing head vampire with allusions of building a family. David and his boys, his brothers liked the way their pack was, with one additional out-of-this-world member. Regaining his composure, David told his pack, “Let’s go home.” Dwayne carrying Laddie, and Stitch riding piggy-back on Marko they flew back to the cave.

Grandpa Emerson was about five minutes too late. He came home to a silent, destroyed, bloody mess. Numbly walking into the kitchen, he pulled a root beer from the second shelf labeled ‘Old Fart’. Twisting the top off and taking a drink, “Damn vampires.”

1095 Years Later

It really took Captain Gantu over a thousand years to find Stitch. He alerted the Grand Councilwoman. Gantu had watched the creature from the shadows, not approaching until the order to do so. When he reported to the Grand Councilwoman that Stitch was hunting dredges of society with a band of creatures of the night, she gave the order to stand down. He observed all six creatures from afar as they disposed of their recent kills. “But Grand Counci--”, Gantu was cut off. “I said stand down. That is an order. It’s been over a thousand years, and from the footage you have sent he is doing that world a service. You are to leave that planet at once,” Grand Councilwoman gave her orders. “Yes, Grand Councilwoman,” Gantu retreated to his ship and left the planet and Stitch behind.

Stitch watched as the Galactic Alliance Police cruiser left the atmosphere from the hidden entrance to their cave. He was free to live for eternity with his family. The five vampires and Stitch had already returned to their hidden cave for the remainder of the night. They never really changed their ways. Party all night, sleep all day. It’s fun to be a Lost Boy. The Boys and their Alien.

The End...

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What Can The Music Industry Teach You About Pornography

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