#english the metal family

[mooooooosicals]

Hey. Remember that Metal Family Official Comic?

You may know it as "Goodbye" or "Farewell."

Well. Guess what.

We have the official English version now.

[crvstybowlofcereal]

i love hating Dee so much

cringey little emo ass thinks he’s all that, he’s such a smartass bitch. he’s a nerdy little loser who doesn’t know how to talk to girls. he’s so mean. i love Dee slander, he’s so fun to dislike in a silly goofy way. he gets all the fangirls cause they’re young and just see a prettyboy their age. Glam is better

[a-fictional-bitch]

Smut Drabble - Glam (Shvagenbagen) Metal

(Smut under the cut with GN! reader)

Glam was a man with an unbreakable composure, he always had been. It was how he was raised, how he survived, but when the musician met you, that changed. Somehow, someway, you had broken through the fortress of walls the man before you had put up in an attempt to protect himself, from what he was unsure. Maybe his father’s cruelty, the harsh reality of the word, or maybe even himself. Despite what he had originally thought to be his better judgement, he let you in, and instead of the impending hurt he had grown accustomed to, you showed him safety, comfort, love, and loyalty, the last thing he expected. 

Growing up so sheltered and isolated from much of the outside world, he was never taught a lot of the little things. You introduced him to many mind-blowing subcultures, ideas and beliefs that completely shattered those he was taught. 

One of those things just so happened to be pleasure, the sexual kind in specific. After the first time he allowed your gentle hands to touch him where he was most sensitive, he grew addicted to the feeling. The way your hands sent shockwaves of electricity through his body at your every touch, you gentle yet dominating kiss, and most of all the delicious torture he so loved you to subject him to. 

Your hands had already thrown the man into several mind-numbing orgasms that night, his back arching delightfully into your touch. You wanted to devour him, worship him, and praise him until his lithe body gave out in your arms, succumbing to the exhaustingly intense, feverish delight that you brought to him. 

He felt as though he were swept up in a roaring ocean, being tossed around by the tidal waves as his body convulsed at the intense stimulation as he felt your mouth lower down on him yet again, not giving him any recovery time from the previous round. Gasping for air, his body quickly snapped back to full attention, just as your fingers began to drift a bit lower. Your plush fingertips collecting a bit of the cum littering his abdomen and thighs from the previous rounds, and using it as a makeshift lube. You begin carefully massaging him, never stopping the movements of your mouth even as he squirmed from the fierce, almost masochistic level of pleasure. 

As you feel his tight muscles begin to ease, you slip a finger in, continuing only the movements of your mouth as the submissive man in your grip adjusts to the new, yet familiar sensation.

“You’re being so good for me, so beautiful.” Your sultry voice speaks up as you pull your mouth off of him momentarily to help him adjust. 

“Fuck..” He drawls out, melting into your touch as you begin moving your finger inside him, causing his hips to bounce in your grip. That was your signal to add in a second finger, and as you begin moving them in tandem, his whole body jerks as a shockingly high pitch moan escapes his open lips. You had found his prostate. You continue massaging that small button inside of him, forcing a series of angelic moans and whimpers out of Glam as he squirms. His pace perfectly matched your’s. Your fingers and his hips meeting at the perfect rhythm, and a knot began to form in his core as the pleasure continued to build, your motions nearly throwing him over the edge. His mouth chanted your name like a prayer, only driving you to fuck him senseless on your fingers even quicker. 

“Baby, ‘m gonna-“ He just barely manages to choke out before the knot within his stomach bursts, sending him head first into violent waves of white-hot pleasure rocking his thin frame.

[cat-vase]

guys the slap didn’t happen this episode. the ending insinuates glam isn’t able to make it to the duet — what the fuck did ches do?

[strange010]

Bilinguals are doing God’s work in the Metal Family fandom

[multiples-fandomswontkillme]

Sooo I'm not much of a Tumblr user but. Heyyy, i come back and see you guys all mourn and panic over the flag thing and I just wanna inform u guys of some extra info

The gif you're all worried about was made and posted on April of 2018, just done months after Glam and Vicky's music video (published in January 2018) it's part of the only three existing gifs made by the creators (along with the VickyGlam sushi date gif and the Vicky, Glam, Ches and Anna pool gif) and it's pre-show, back when the series was just in development and was still named My metal family.

Season 1 EP 1 wasn't even made by then.

This gif is over 5 years old and was made back when the designs, personalities and even story was not decided, back when the creators were animators for other shows and Metal family was a hobby project and not their main focus and source of income. So Yeah. This is pre-everything.

The pool gif was posted in July of 2018, 2 months later and you can see Ches's outfit and Anna's haircut are different cuz they're not in their final designs.

Idk if this changes anything for u guys, but yeah. I scrolled from start to finish on all social medias that had anything MF related when I first got into it and recognized what u were talking about

[divinequo]

///////s2 E5 spoiler kinda

I like when glam's sad, he's hot asf shiiiii

[viky-somebody]

saw barbie movie w my sibling, etho was announced to be in the next mcc, and then also new metal family episode coming out. what a day

[yatiso]

i want to learn polish but i also feel like out of the three languages i want to learn most it would be the hardest one

[caseyno-royale]

Ozzy Osbourne and his granddaughter Andy Rose.

[rennemichaels]

Wooo Hooo, the Episode 3 English version of Metal Family Season 2 has dropped!

Woot!

[crvstybowlofcereal]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9RCXqnmN3yQ

Study, study, study again

We were driven into the head did not have time to be born We did not choose an institution We were sent to school like prisoners And we will be there for ten years to beg for grades For five we can play - for a deuce they beat with a ruler I teach lessons, but in the head there is only one word And any of your schools is associated with it Chorus verse 2 I spend all my free time And in the summer I go to the country I'd rather play games You look - I would become an e-sportsman But there’s nothing I’ll turn off and so in twenty years I'll go to school with that booze and I'll scoff Over those who go to get smelly knowledge And in the minds of only one word I want to scream Chorus verse 3 I don’t need to drive here about nostalgia about school I know that in old age she is a nightmare For the fact that something was forgotten there - to wash the floor after school And you're like "WHAT THE FUCK I'M FORTY ALREADY" Chorus

^^^lyrics google translated from a comment written by Fan Toca∆

School Is Shit

[hunting-songs]

 “Campfire Stories”

Send me “Campfire Stories” and my muse will tell yours about a scary tale, folk story, or even one of their own spooky experiences.

She had fled the noises of the city to the nearest beach. Senritsu had never been a good sleeper, but sleep was nothing but a distant dream, a wish, a fantasy, when she was visiting cities even when the noises would die down at night a little. Those noises never died down enough for her, every breath, every electric buzzing, every honking car, every person turning in their beds, every step on asphalt, was another nail boring into her skull painfully. But sometimes the weather was a blessing and in the grey mist laying over the ocean by the beach like a thick blanket the noises were almost muffled down and if she focused- focused intensely, focused tieredly, focused desperately- enough on the waves and the gulls above she could almost think it was quiet. It was still not quiet enough to not hear Suguru. "It does not sound like the northsea at all.", the woman hummed, running her short, gnarled fingers nimbly through the cold water until they felt numb and cold like lifeless pieces of meat sticking to her arm. Shoes pulled off the woman had crouched down as close to the waves as she could without diving into the ocean, so the cold water would tickle around her ankles and shins icily.

"Much too colourful. Much too rilassato. Ma non troppo murderous. And even with bells and buildings washed over by the waves beneath, it really does not sound like the northsea." The frown on her round face drew a long, deep line between her big eyes as she continued to tieredly listen, listen, listen. She heard the near harbour that never slept, she heard the waves, she heard the buzzing of electricity in the air from the near buildings, she heard Sugurus breathing warm and alive against the cold air, she heard the fish darting through the deeper waters farer out into the bay that were still unbotherd from any fisher or beachvisitor at this early hour. Between all those noises it was still quiet enough to sooth the migraine that the noises of the city hammering, hammering, hammering like ironnails into the Musicians skull would cause.

"Did you know that the oldest northgerman rhyme in songs and poems is Nordsee=Mordsee? Northsea=murdersea, roughly translated. It even shows in the local folklore how much that sea is feared for its murderous nature. When someone drowns at sea, they come back as a Gonger. Named after the Gong-sound the bells of the nightwatch make to announce midnight. So when this bell sounds air through the night the Gonger, bloated up and grey and cold rises out of the sea that had swallowed them. But they do not go after the family waiting for them on the Halligen or by the coast. Instead they hunt down the people seven generations down the line from them who dared to be born and raised and be happy without them. At night the Gonger presses through the smallest space, be that under a door or through a keyhole to lay down ontop of the people they hunt and make them dream of drowning. In the morning this people would wake up with in saltwater drenched sheets and a puddle of the same water covering their bedrooms floor. The Gonger will than fuoco continue to visit them until they either drown just like they do or they remember the drowned person they dare to forget. Most storys end with them drowning. The Gonger is not picky." With a huff Senritsu eventually stood up and stepped back, shaking the water off her gnarled feet even if it did not stopped any sand from sticking to her soles. In the much too early morning the sand was cold, crunching in her much too keen ears loudly beneath her feet like little bones. The noise made her grimace as if she had bitten on a foul fruit and Senritsu just shaked her head gently with a rueful laughter over such a little, normal noise making her flinch uncomfortable: "Its of course nothing but a metaphor for the aimless danger of nature. The Gonger, just like the northsea goes after random people with no connection to another, but the fact that they live near the coast like their drowned relative as people related to another sometimes happen to do. Just as people drown in storms by the sea for no reason but the fact that they happned to live by the sea. Its semplice stories that try to give sense to natural and random happenings." There was a quiet sound when she patted the sand off her cold, numb feet and slipped back into her ballerina shoes. The shells she had collected a few hours before when she had seekd ut the bay and put in her vests pockets clinked against another like bells. Almost, only almost overtuning the heartbeat of the sorcerer Senritsu was listening to. Voices and mechanic roars echoed through the mist from one near harbour slowly waking up from the early hours doozing.

"Well than, dear cicerone," The woman sang those words as sweetly as a song swaying in the tact of the waves when she grinned up to the man in all good humor: " I told you mine, now its your chance to tell me yours. Indulge my curiosity velocità. Maybe that pacific ocean of yours is indeed as murderous as my atlantic ocean, mhmmmmmmmmm?" [ @uzumakiuser ]

[sophiamcdougall]

I am never going to complain about Greek Duolingo again

I mean, I am. But still.

So, as some of you know, my family has been coming to this tiny Greek seaside village for several years. Just over a week ago I came out here with my mum, under the impression that early September, after the height of the summer heat, would be a good time to have a holiday. ANYWAY Storm Daniel had other ideas about that. Locally things are improving (I'm actually really pissed off about the disaster-porn tone of most English-language media coverage, but that's another post). The power is back on, there's running water most of the time, and though the latter is not drinkable, a truck from the government came and handled out free bottled water yesterday. But we are currently kind of stuck. Can't do tourist things. Can't go home. There aren't any local flights out until Saturday and the road to Thessaloniki is still closed.

So this evening, feeling kind of aimless and depressed, I go down to the nearest beach with a couple of binbags and start cleaning up in an effort to at least do something positive. I always try to do this at least once out here and obviously, after the storm, there's a lot more plastic and rubbish than usual.

At some point I find this large, round bit of metal - some kind of machinery part, I think -- that's too big for the bag, so I take it to the bins on its own, leaving the rubbish bag on the beach. And when I come back for it, something among the stones beside it moves.

Specifically, it pulls its head sharply inside its shell

So, meanwhile I've been trying to learn some Greek with the help of Duolingo.

I currently have a 33-day streak and... I have questions. Shouldn't I be able to use the past or future tenses by now? Shouldn't I be able to say "x is like y"? I can't do those things. But one thing I absolutely can say all day long is έχω μια χελώνα : I have a turtle.

This is far from the limit of Duolingo Greek's turtle-related content. "An obsession with turtles" is my mother's characterisation. I can inform you that the turtle is not a bird, and, improbably, that the turtle is drinking milk. I can introduce you to a turtle in company with a horse and an elephant. As far as Duolingo is concerned, it really is turtles all the way down.

Now this, you may be able to see, is not a turtle. It has claws rather than flippers. It is a tortoise. I know there are wild tortoises in Greece: my aunt once rescued a pair of them shagging in the middle of the road -- but that was up in the mountains. I've even seen one myself, but it was also on a road and very dead.

I am 95% certain they don't belong on beaches. There's nothing for it to eat, except, unfortunately, a lot of plastic. Even if it gets off the beach it will immediately find itself on a road where it could get hit by a car. I'm pretty sure it must have been washed down by the floodwater and has been just sitting there, dazed, ever since.

Now obviously the first thing I want to do on encountering this unusual animal is to go and tell my mummy, so I do. The tortoise immediately brightens her day. She agrees that the tortoise is not happy on the beach and needs to be taken somewhere safe. it gets surprisingly wriggly when picked up so we put it in a carrier bag with some grapes and cucumber and go looking for somewhere to rehome it.

We find a path leading up between the houses towards a likely-looking field, but before we get very far a dog in a yard goes berserk and a man's head pops over a fence and demands to know what we're doing. He does this in English, as evidently we're just that obviously tourists.

"I found a tortoise on the beach!" I explain. "We want to find somewhere to put it."

"A what," he asks.

"It's like a, you know," I begin and then to my astonishment I find myself saying... "μια χελώνα"

"Oh! A turtle!" he says.

"But from the land. δεν είναι χελώνα", [it is not a turtle,] I say, as I am worried he will tell me to put it back near the sea where I found it. As it turns out it actually IS a χελώνα, Greek does not distinguish between turtles and tortoises, but I don't know that; I can't even name the days of the week or identify any colours other than pink yet, give me a break.

The man's entire demeanour changes and thaws. He does not worry about my turtle-that-is-not-a-turtle conundrum. He knows where οι χελώνες come from and where η χελώνα μας belongs. He leads us through a gate into a courtyard area.

"[somethingsomething] μια χελώνα," he explains to the assembled onlookers, of whom there are, suddenly, a surprising number.

"ΜΙΑ ΧΕΛΩΝΑ!!!" crows the throng of delighted small children, who are, suddenly, everywhere.

"μια χελώνα!" I agree, accepting that at least for current purposes, that is what it is.

"Μπορούμε να δούμε τη χελώνα σας; [can we see your turtle?]" asks an adorable little girl, shyly, and I understand??

The children fucking love looking at the χελώνα and showing it to them is kind of magical?

I finally put the tortoise down on the grass of this wild area off to the side of the courtyard, and marvel aloud that it is weird that I barely know any Greek except how to say μια χελώνα.

"I think she will soon run off," a kind lady called Aspasia assures me, seeing I remain slightly anxious about its fate. "I don't know why I'm saying 'she'. I suppose because χελώνα is feminine in Greek."

"Yes! I know that!" I exclaim, thrilled.

"Well done!" she says. And also she asks if we are OK for drinking water after the storm and if we need any help with anything and is just generally incredibly lovely and now we know more of the neighbours!

So "μια χελώνα" has just become, by a long way, my most-used and most understood and all-around most conversationally successful phrase in Greek. So I guess I have to admit I was wrong to doubt Duolingo's wisdom: it is correct to be obsessed with turtles. And I concede that prior to learning how to count to ten or to distinguish right from left, the simple ability to yell the word TURTLE over and over again is, it turns out, a crucial element of the responsible traveller's social skills.

(I am pretty fluent in Italian and turtles haven't come up in conversation even once?)

[lackadaisycats]

I hope you know that literally nobody is going to be able to live up to the standard you, V*v, and Glitch have set and your arrogance and exploitation of your fanbase and connections has screwed millions of creatives out of their dreams because Hollywood is a joke that isn't worth telling and wealthy e-celebs like yourself have claimed the indie scene all to yourselves and moved the goalposts into the stratosphere.

Nope. This isn't a zero sum game. There is not some limited, prescribed number of indie trophy slots that a few studios greedily filled up, blocking everyone else out. That is not how it works. Nothing any other creator is doing - short of personally sending hired goons to your doorstep or stealing your credit cards - is taking anything away from you or preventing your success. In fact if an indie creator can manage to demonstrate that they've got something viable going, it may help to map out a pathway for others.

I think I'm not going to bother trying to address whether or not cartoons in return for support from fans - an entirely voluntary exchange - constitutes exploitation. And I'm living in the Midwest driving a 2007 economy car with 200k+ miles on it, but let's just skip past the assumptions that I'm wealthy and connected too.

Instead, let's get to the weirdly myopic notion that the indie scene is held captive by three studios. Maybe YouTube algorithms or Twitter bubbles are somewhat to blame, but in actuality there are so, so many individual people, friend groups, and small production houses out there making independent animation, I cannot possibly name them all.

Here are some anyway:

Far-Fetched Worthikids Satina | Scumhouse Noodle and Bun Punch Punch Forever Ramshackle Noodle Papajoolia | Pipi Angel Hare | The East Patch Jonni Peppers Salad Fingers Monkey Wrench Studio Heartbreak Felix Colgrave JelloApocalypse Odd1sout (started indie, got picked up by Netflix) Allie Mehner JaidenAnimations Lumi and the Great Big Galaxy Cloudrise | The Worlds Divide Telepurte RubberRoss James Lee ENA Godspeed | Olan Rogers Ollie and Scoops Meat Canyon Port by the Sea Kekeflipnote Boxtown Kevin Temmer Weebl Joel Haver CircleToons Long Gone Gulch Atlas and the Stars Animist Skibidi Toilet A Fox in Space Alex Henderson Talon Toniko Pantoja Sr. Pelo Hullabaloo Kane Pixels (started indie, picked up by A24) Homestar Runner Fennah Gods' School Alan Becker Dungeon Flippers JazLyte Psychicpebbles (started indie, Smiling Friends picked up by AS) Piemations vewn Metal Family Dead Sound chluaid Jacknjellify Betsy Lee | No Evil My Pride Cranbersher GeoExe | Gwain Saga Horatio the Vampire Mech West Playground | Rodrigo Sousa The Brave Locomotive Finchwing (+ many other Warrior Cats animators) Quazies SamBakZa Kamikaze: Trial by Fire

By no means a full list. That's just YouTube, and mostly just English language stuff, and I didn't even get to the multitudes of Warrior Cats animation collabs.

The point is, the indie landscape is vast and populated by creators new and old, making all kinds of animated media from skits, to shows, to ARGs, to films. Audience sizes vary as much as the content, stylistic approaches, subject matter, and budgets do. There are no compliance standards, no gateways to entry, no goalposts. There's not even any preset definition of success except what you decide for yourself.

Anyway, instead of nurturing your resentments, consider making something. I assure you, it's a far more rewarding use of your time and energy, and pretty much no one can stop you. ------------- EDIT- Made some additions to the list based on comments. Thanks!