#godzilla failed

[ruubesz-draws]

How to carry a baby; Kaiju edition:

Bonus:

I guess using a plastic bag wasn't a good idea

[kaliido-s]

BUT WHAT IS HE GOOD FOR?

IS HE JUST A SPECTATOR OF WAR?

[quibbs126]

So uh, I drew this tonight

It was just based on me seeing this post on Twitter about how these two characters from Godzilla x Kong are basically Orion Pax and D-16 in another universe, and then me saying someone should redraw the characters in the screenshot as them

And you know, since I can draw, I might as well do it myself

But then I immediately forgot that it was specifically dpax I was meant to be drawing, and drew their final Optimus and Megatron forms instead. Oh well

I haven’t seen Godzilla x Kong, so I have no clue who these original characters are or how much they fit. But I do know Brian Tyree Henry plays one of them and this is the movie that his quote “I’M GONNA KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH” comes from, so I have to assume it works. I also have no context on this scene I’m redrawing itself

I’m mixed on how the art turned out honestly. On one hand, I think someone absolutely could have done a better job, and probably a better version would have the two more closely resemble the original characters, like wearing similar clothes and/or making them human. I’m aware I’m only decent at drawing Transformers at best (outside of when I try really hard, which is rare) and I’m aware I probably misinterpreted the vision, I just did it because I thought someone should, even though I don’t think I got it

But like, I still kind of enjoy how the final product came out, I think it was pretty good by my standards. I still don’t know how to draw the TF One bots very well and I think yet again, Megatron ended up looking the worse, but I still think it turned out reasonably well. I also liked giving them those bright colors in the Overlay, Screen and Multiply layers; I wanted it to be colorful and it was (even if the colors are I think wrong, they’re supposed to be more orange/red)

It also wasn’t all that bad having a canvas size and having to draw a lot bigger than I usually do, I feel like the lineart in particular got to shine because of that. I also used my Marker Pen here, for no real reason other than I haven’t used it in a fair bit

But uh yeah, this thing I made. Hopefully in this universe they are not doomed

Edit: I did a little bit of modification on the art, namely fixing a bit more of the background (best I could), and changing the blending of the pupils to make them brighter, since I remembered they’re supposed to be lights, so they should shine

[dc-megatournament]

Batman VS Everyone

If Batman gets prep time, so does everyone else

[graspingremlinhands]

DAMN, if the tag is not dry as a pair of highlights left w\out the cap on.

For the ghidzilla shippers and the connoisseurs of Preggo!Ghidorah everywhere!!( even tho as always everybody's welcome)

Editing is my passion 🤓

I don't say Mothra and Rodan would not react well to the news but BOY, I SAY BOY, things would get ugly a bit.

(in case someone has a problem seeng it, first phrase is Ghidorah and I are mates now)

[littlest-nightingale]

Very self indulgent Baby/Godzilla Junior board

[justgoji]

guess who’s rewatching Godzilla 2000 for the 500th time

[sevensistersofsussex]

The thing about the 1998 Godzilla is that it is the only movie in the series that paints Godzilla not as a hero or a villain, but as an animal. Which is what makes it so interesting to me. (It's also why people believe it failed so terribly but that's a different conversation.)

Because they made a monster movie but stumbled on a parallel to Frankenstein.

Godzilla was just a normal lizard living in French Polynesia and was repeatedly exposed through radiation which affected the generations that came before him until we get to Godzilla, the giant ass monster. And so Godzilla does what lizards do - swim, feed, lay eggs, continue the species. Except Godzilla is too big for this world. He doesn't belong.

Humanity carelessly made him and when he became too big and too scary, they disposed of him just as carelessly. And it makes me think of these themes of our history coming back to haunt us in very real, tangible ways. Of humanity's hubris. This idea that we create and we destroy. Humans are Dr. Frankenstein bringing this monster (Godzilla) into a world not meant for him.

As a hero to fight the other kaiju or a villain meant to destroy a town, Godzilla is given a purpose. As an animal, the movie's focus shifts more to the human factor of the equation which the answer for me can only be:

Humans create and destroy without thought. And that is the notion of why Godzilla 1998 is such an eco-tragedy to me. It's a reflection on what we do to this earth and how we treat the outcome of our messes.

[spiderman616]

As a representative for both Spider-Man fans and Godzilla fans.

I don’t think Spider-Man can beat godzilla in a fight on his own, but I don’t think he would fight Godzilla! If he saw Godzilla coming he’s be like:

“Dang we messed up fr 😔”

And just save everyone he could to the best of his ability. Also try and slow him down. Also I’m referring to normal Spider-Man no extra suits or anything. Depending if he had web shooters or not his webs wouldn’t even work because Godzilla disrupts technology.

Also i am referring to hesei Godzilla not the monster verse

BUT I DONT WANT GODZILLA AND SPIDER-MAN TO FOGHT, that’s like ultraman and Godzilla fighting to me that sucks a big no no, they should be friends Spider-Man should ride ontop of its head.

Since u specified base spiderman then his webshooters would work bc they are mechanical constructs and dont rely on electricity or anything just the pressure of compressed web fluid. So he would be fine on that front. Spiderman would still win tho

[idiosyncraticrednebula]

Yesterday, I learned through a YT video that Monsterverse!Godzilla got "body-shamed" back in 2014 and that was an actual controversy. What? Lmao

[ruubesz-draws]

He's a little confused but he's got the spirit!

He doesn't know how to make a heart but he's trying😭

From this:

[booktomoviebrawl]

Fuck it we ball Godzilla (2014) liveblog

[tyrantisterror]

When I was 3 years old I went to a preschool that had this little green crocheted crocodile finger puppet that was my absolute favorite toy to play with of all time. I named her Chelsea, because Chelsea starts with C and crocodile starts with C and more often than not wild animals in fiction aimed at kids have names that start with the same first letter as their species. I played with Chelsea every day, because she was my favorite toy, and because the other kids weren't really interested in her, and also because I eventually started to hide her in a special secret spot in the room so no one else would find her before I did. She was so beloved by me that when I graduated from preschool, my teachers gave Chelsea to me permanently, because it was clear no one else would ever love that little crochet crocodile as much as me anyway (in part because I hid her). They waited a few weeks after I graduated before doing it, too, and sent Chelsea with some post cards as if the crocodile had been on a whirlwind "travel the world" vacation before deciding to come live with me.

And Chelsea remained my favorite toy all through my childhood. There were others I loved nearly as much, like my Imperial Godzilla and the big red T.rex from the first Jurassic Park toy line and my tiny knockoff plush Charmander, but Chelsea always held the place of honor in my heart. She was my absolute favorite toy.

I kept a lot of my favorite toys through adolescence, even if social pressure eventually got me to give away a lot of them (and some, y'know, broke). That's obviously not surprising to you if you've followed my blog, since I still collect toys into my adulthood. But it's important to note because while I know I made a conscious effort to never throw out Chelsea every time I pared down my collection... at some point, she went missing.

I became aware of it when I graduated from high school. I was feeling really emotional about leaving that stage of my life and, y'know, becoming an adult and shit, and in that state I decided to find Chelsea to reassure myself that I hadn't entirely left childhood behind. But Chelsea wasn't there. No matter how hard I looked, I could not find Chelsea anywhere.

And that was, like, devastating, because the only explanation was that somehow, at some point, I had accidentally tossed her out with some other "childhood junk" while trying to grow up and be responsible in my teen years. I had literally thrown away my childhood in a careless attempt to be more grown up.

Of course I knew she was just a toy - nothing more than some yarn twisted together in the loose shape of a crocodile, lifeless and soul-less and more or less worthless in the objective light of day. But she was also Chelsea, my best friend since i was three, my stalwart little pal, a source of comfort for most of my life at that point, and I had just... tossed her out! Like garbage! What kind of person was I becoming if I could do that to my best friend?

I was very visibly distraught, and my mom noticed. Being very crafty, she tried to find the pattern for Chelsea so she could crochet me a new one. The problem is, she had no idea where to find said pattern. She checked all her books of crochet patterns, and when that failed she tried the internet, but no matter how hard she looked, she found nothing.

So my mom found the next best thing.

The original Chelsea was a tiny finger puppet, and I had "met" her when I was three. Well, I was eighteen now - shouldn't Chelsea have grown too? And as has been established, this crocodile was fond of whirlwind vacations. My mom found a pattern that looked as much like Chelsea as possible while also being a much bigger crocodile, and gifted her to me before I left for college - to show that while we can't stop the flow of time or how it changes us, that doesn't mean we have to leave it behind.

And yeah, I decided to believe it. That's Chelsea now. Yeah, I know that in reality it's a completely different set of yarn made by my mom rather than... whoever it was that crocheted the original Chelsea, but then, Chelsea was never really the yarn. She was the feelings I put into the yarn, you know? So that's Chelsea, all grown up, and still my most prized toy.

...

Flash forward... Jesus, eighteen years, holy shit. A few weeks ago I saw a post trying to identify a different crochet crocodile pattern, and thinking it was cute, I decided to try and look for it on ebay and etsy, just to see if maybe I could find it. I didn't, but do you know what I found instead?

A very familiar crochet crocodile finger puppet. An intensely familiar one, you might say. Of course I bought it. And of course I asked the seller if, perhaps, they might have the pattern for it or know where it came from (they did not, alas). And after a few days, she showed up at my house.

She's not Chelsea, obviously. For one thing, she's far too clean and fresh looking - Chelsea was very well loved, and looked the part, while this crocodile finger puppet has definitely not endured years upon years of a child's affection. And, more importantly, she's not Chelsea because we've already established that Chelsea grew up into a bigger crochet crocodile. This has to be Chelsea's younger sister, Cici.

And if I could find another of Chelsea's kind after all these years, then maybe, with a bit of luck, I might find the pattern for her, and be able to make more of them. Fill the world with Chelseas.

[graspingremlinhands]

HALLO!!!!

As I was trying make another SHITPOST MEME/STORY(you can view here the first I made),the inspiration kinda dropped. So I started to rummage through what I manage to and I found the oh moment (that moment in good ol enemies to lovers), for both Godzilla and Ghidorah. And look:

GHIDORAH:

Vs: GODZILLA:

As odd as it seems it makes sense (for me) that's how they understand their delevoping feelings for each other.

For Ghidorah is overcoming their previous opinion of Goji. The Alpha, the dastardly creature that dared to oppose them and defeated, twice. Under their eyes, by spending time w him they discovred that under those gray scales lay hidden something more. A warm voice beloging to a creature powerful, wise, caring, thoughtful. Prideful but not arrogant. Someone as they've never met and that intrigue them.

For Godzilla instead Ghidorah starts as a threat for his role and the balance he protects. Loyal to his duty that he may have forgotten that's supposed to be alive!!! That he has his own needs and desires. And that's what Ghidorah reminds him. But it doesn't stop there. It's not just phisical attraction. Ghidorah is what Godzilla may never be. A creature free from any type of bounds, that can come and go as if please, that does as if please, following its whims and making its own rules. Ghidorah is Godzilla's temptation. Something he wants to induge, for once. Or more.

[frankenfran]

hello unfunny white father. in front of you is your sensitive child who is currently obsessed with godzilla movies. attached to your neck is a collar that uses atomic power to create a deadly blast of energy, much like the maser beams in the godzilla films. your goal is to connect with your child over her new interest without doing a racist impression of a japanese person or calling mothra "a gay bug". should you fail to do so, the maser collar around your neck will activate and dose you with enough radiation to instantly vaporise you. you have 30 minutes.

[natalievoncatte]

Kara heard a distinctive hollow pop as she approached Lena’s apartment. The doorman had been gracious enough to let her up, informing her that Miss Luthor was expecting her. She knocked on the door and listened intently. The soft clink of a bottle being set on a table and rather gentle passing of Lena’s feet on the hardwood floor. Kara resisted the urge to peer through the door.

When it swung in, she wished she’d had the chance to prepare herself. Lena was visibly distraught, eyes red rimmed from crying and cheeks puffy. She was dressed down in a a sweater and leggings, and couldn’t meet Kara’s gaze with her own.

It hurt. Seeing her like this physically hurt, gouging a dull ache into her chest. Her first instinct was to reach out and scoop the smaller woman into a tight hug, make her safe, to wall her in with her arms. Kara fought it down and sighed.

“You… don’t look so good.”

“Come in,” Lena said, her voice soft and flat. “If you want to hang out with a monster, that is.”

Lena turned and trudged back into the apartment as if she was walking to the gallows. She fell back into the couch and grabbed the wine bottle from the table, long since having abandoned the pretext of glasses.

“You’re not a monster, Lena.”

She stared at the bottle and took a long pull from it, the wine sloshing around the bottom.

“Yeah I am. You ever watch Godzilla movies?”

Kara blinked. “What?”

“Godzilla. Giant radioactive lizard.”

“Of course.”

Lena snorted a bitter laugh. “Monsters are born too large, too strong, too tall. That is their tragedy. Or something like that. Director of the movie said it. That’s me. I’m not trying to hurt anyone, it’s just in my blood. It’s who I am and I’ll never escape it.”

“That’s not true,” Lena said, softly.

She looked around the apartment, shocked to find dishes piled in the sink and two more empty wine bottles lined up on the kitchen island.

Kara quickly moved to the couch. Lena offered no resistance as Kara took the bottle. Lena stared as Kara took a long, glugging pull.

“There. Now you’re not drinking alone.”

Lena smiled weakly. Kara didn’t mind the taste of the wine but as far as getting her drunk, it was like pouring it down the drain. If she could keep Lena from alcohol poisoning, it was worth it. Kara felt a tug in her chest. Lena looked so soft, her big eyes wet with tears.

“I only wanted to help.”

“You did, Lena. You saved the world.”

“Children, Kara. Sick kids, dying because of me.”

“That’s not true, Lena. Edge is cooking the data, you know that. We’re going to clear your name and I’m going to help.”

“I’m so tired, Kara. My own brother tries to murder me once a week because I won’t help him try to take over the world. I keep getting kidnapped by my insane family and aliens and God knows who else and I’m tired. That woman today almost killed me. One of these times there won’t be someone to jump in front of the bullet and it’ll be my time.”

“That won’t happen.”

Lena shook her head, failing to fight back the tears. “I’m so tired of being everyone’s monster.”

“You’re not a monster to me, Lena. You are so good. You work so hard and care so much, and people don’t even know about your work at the children’s hospital, the reading to the kids. You’re a saint.”

Lena looked at her sharply. “How did you know about that?”

Kara thought, FUCK.

She fiddled with her glasses, knowing it was a tell.

“I um, well I am a reporter. I won’t tell anyone, I know you don’t want publicity.”

“Kara, I’m confused. I put a lot of effort into making sure no one knows I do that, so the kids don’t have to deal with the bullshit my life brings. Have you been following me?”

Kara licked her lips.

Just holding back the truth isn’t make it a lie, did it?

“More like keeping tabs, just to… keep you safe. To watch your back.”

Lena looked horrified. Kara’s chest seized and she thought for a moment that she’d gone too far.

“Kara, I don’t want you doing that. If Edge or my brother come after me and you’re in the way, they’ll kill you. You can’t risk that, you don’t deserve it.”

Lena grabbed her hands. “Listen to me, Kara. I have a target on my back. I have a price on my head. Sooner or later my number is going to be up and I’d rather die than have you be the one to catch the bullet. I just want you to be okay.”

“They won’t get you.”

Lena pressed her eyes shut and choked back a sob. “Yeah, they will. I’m living on borrowed time. It’s just a matter of the odds, in the end. Next time James won’t be there to take a bullet for me and Supergirl will be too busy and I’ll just be another monster on obituary page until-“

“Stop it!” Kara barked, shocked at the sharp snap of her own voice. “Stop it. I won’t let them.”

Lena’s eyes snapped open and she stared at Kara, more than a little shocked. Her hands tensed, closing tightly around Kara’s.

“Don’t put that on yourself. I’m not you’re responsibly and I don’t want you risking your life for me. It’s just not worth it.”

“You are worth it,” Kara insisted, shaking her hands a little as she leaned in. “You are, and I won’t accept that you’re not.”

“I love that you believe in me so much.”

Kara’s heart did a backflip. Love? She loved it? Lena was looking at her with such a softness in her eyes, and Kara scolded herself that she was drunk, that she might say things she didn’t intend or didn’t want to slip out.

“But,” Lena said, “you’re just one person, you can’t save me from this.”

Kara’s jaw set as she bit down on this pressure growing inside her, as if something had taken root in her chest and grown and grown inside until it made her ribs creak and her heart ache and it would split her open if she didn’t let it out.

She wasn’t drunk. She was lucid, clearheaded, but Lena was gazing into her soul with tear-filled eyes and she looked so small and vulnerable and resigned, like she was just waiting for her turn at the headsman’s axe.

Kara couldn’t take it. She couldn’t fucking take it, and the words came so easily she scarcely knew how she’d held it in for so long.

“I can protect you, Lena. I’m Supergirl. I can do anything.”

Lena’s soft expression twisted into a scowl.

“Bad time for a joke, Kara.”

Tenderly, as gently as she could, Kara guided Lena’s hand to her glasses.

“Go ahead.”

Lena hesitated, chewing her lip, eyes flicking strangely, gaze surveying Kara’s face- looking at her eyes, her scar, and in a way that pulled at Kara’s heart, her lips.

Slowly, carefully, Lena pulled the glasses free, visibly surprised by their weight.

“They’re lined with lead. It helps with sensory overload.”

Lena raised her now shaking hand and her thumb grazed Kara’s ear as she reached back to unclasp the clip holding Kara’s hair, allowing honeyed tresses to spill free across her shoulders and down her back.

“Look at me, Lena.”

Lena looked. Her expression flickered from pained annoyance to shock to something Kara couldn’t quite identify.

“You lied to me,” Lena whispered.

Kara bit back some lame excuse, like I never said I wasn’t Supergirl.

“I did, and I’m sorry. If this means your feelings about me have changed, that’s okay, but I won’t stop protecting you. I won’t let Morgan Edge or your brother or anyone hurt you. Never you.”

Kara’s jaw trembled as she spoke and her heart was racing.

Lena’s was doing the same, beating too fast in her chest. Kara carefully put her hands on Lena’s shoulders.

“Easy,” she said. “I know this is a shock.”

“When you caught me after… when you saved me from Lillian… when you… the helicopter… that was you?”

“Always, Lena. I’ll never let you fall.”

“Kara?” Lena whispered.

She was staring, but rather than meet Kara’s gaze, she was looking lower, eyes fixed on Kara’s lips. Kara’s gut did a backflip at the way Lena was looking at her, mouth slightly parted, flushed, her heart racing.

If Kara was human, she might pick up on those things, or she might not. She might be confused or briefly wonder if Lena was really looking at her the way it seemed she was.

Kara Danvers was not human. She could look up and see particles dancing across the atmosphere in hues for which humans had no names because their eyes were blinded to them. She could hear the rapid beating of Lena’s heart and see the heat blooming on her skin and taste on her tongue the tangy, pleasant musk of the pheromones Lena was emitting, and she could do it all so fast that her mind processed it so quickly that it could barely be measured. When Lena began to lean towards her, she watched it happen in curious slow motion.

When Lena kissed her, it was an explosion of sensation. Not just the soft warmth of her lips but her scent, her real scent breath the perfumes and sharp tang of wine smell, the pure scent of Lena herself. The soft sigh that broke from Lena’s lips was a symphony, and Lena’s hands on Kara’s flanks was like a blast of firecrackers running under her skin to ignite a sudden flare of warmth low in her hips.

Lena was kissing her. Kara was kissing her back, consuming every aspect of the contact in perfect detail, burning it into her solar-powered Kryptonian mind where it would live in perfect detail for the rest of forever.

She gently, oh so gently, pushed Lena back.

“Lena, stop.”

“Oh,” Lena murmured, her face falling. “I didn’t… I’m sorry… I thought… I misread…”

“No, no Lena it’s not that I promise, you’re drunk. You’ve had too much to drink and I can’t let you do anything while you’re like this, I couldn’t take it if you wake up tomorrow and…”

Lena blinked back tears.

“Oh my God. You really are a superhero, aren’t you?”

“I’m just being decent.”

Lena smiled sadly. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Well, you’ve got me, Lena. You’re not getting rid of me.”

Lena actually laughed, a bitter little chuckle that made her look away in embarrassment.

“I can imagine Lex seething if he found out about this.”

“Alex is going to kill me.”

Lena giggled. “Oh my God.”

“What, um, what is this, exactly?” said Kara, her voice cracking with tension. “I mean, you kissed me.”

“I did,” Lena said, guarded. “I’ve wanted to for so long. How does the saying go? In vino, veritas?”

“In wine there is truth,” said Kara.

“Yeah.”

“Lena, we’re going to get through this, I promise, and I will always protect you. Always. Right now I need to protect you from the hangover you’re going to have tomorrow. I’m putting you to bed, and I’m sleeping on the couch.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t have to, but I need to know you’re safe, and you can’t get any safer than Supergirl crashing on your couch.”

Lena blurted, “I could have her in my bed.”

Kara thought her soul might leave her body.

“Not when you’ve had this much to drink.”

“God, you are amazing,” Lena sighed.

Kara nodded. “If you say so.”

It took a while for Kara to actually get Lena into her bed. Lena was suddenly taken with an extreme tiredness and Kara let her lean on her as they walked down the hall, fighting the urge singing in her veins, demanding that she pick her up and just carry her.

She may have been Supergirl, but even she had limits.

Once Lena was curled up in blankets and safe, Kara puttered around the apartment, doing the dishes, cleaning a little before she fell back on the expansive sofa to sleep.

When the warm morning sun woke her, she sat up and found Lena staring at her.

“I didn’t dream that. You’re really here.”

Kara rose from the couch and approached her tentatively.

“Yeah. I’m really here. Lena, if you’re angry with me because…”

Lena cut her off, darting forward to plant a soft kiss right on her lips. Kara froze as her brain essentially rebooted.

“Oh,” said Kara.

Lena smiled softly. She still looked bedraggled and had clearly been crying, but the smirk on her lips was everything.