Welcome to the HOT AND VINTAGE MOVIE STARS poll blog!
The Scrungly Little Guys (gender neutral) Contest will start THIS THURSDAY, September 26th. All contestants have now been processed and are ready to scrungle it up for your enjoyment. Reminder that this contest enshrines the weird, the off-putting, the comic, the character actor, and the strange cinema legend. If you need a reminder of what scrungle means, this picture is the golden standard.
All polls—including ongoing polls, previous rounds, old tournaments, the various shadow brackets, the Dracula Daily polls, and fun mini polls—can be found in the #hotvintagepoll tag. I am working on a more complete tagging system so people just here for the polls can navigate the blog more easily, but that's still in the works.
FAQs:
“Define scrungly?” For the purposes of this tournament, a contestant must noticeably present in some way as at least one of these: odd, bizarre, off-putting, disheveled, creeping, feral, small, filthy, silly, funny, kooky, comical, exhausted, or just plain strange. This contest presents a wide array of scrungly appeal, so not every contestant will hit every single one of these (but should, ideally, be a few of them). Scrungles were chosen based on how convincing their submitted propaganda was. This contest is all about oddball character actors, creeping henchmen, comic relief sidekicks—the side characters who never get the credit they deserve in proper rundowns of famous old movie actors.
"How do I decide who to vote for?" Vote on whoever seems scrungliest to you. Do not vote for someone based on hotness alone. The video propaganda, included under the cut, is highly encouraged for showcasing scrungles.
"Is this just like the hotness tournaments?" No. This contest is sillier.
"Hey! Some of these guys sucked and they shouldn't be here!" Yes, some of these guys sucked. I agree with you. For reasons I've gone into before, I don't exclude anyone from the contest for moral reasons, even if I personally think they were garbage. I do this because I cannot responsibly research and vet every competitor's background and legacy, and I'm not comfortable being the moral barometer for everyone, even in cases where I think it's really obvious. You are welcome to vote against people for moral reasons, but as mod I don’t post or boost negative propaganda about anyone.
If I see repetitive, trolling, or bigoted remarks in the comments, I will block you from this bracket. If you want to point out a competitor’s problematic aspects in the replies, that’s fine, but if I see bad-faith trolling, you will be blocked. I will also block if you start harassing other people voting on the polls. If you really hate that someone is winning, please post positive propaganda for their opponent instead.
I welcome additional propaganda for the scrungly little guys in reblogs or asks. I boost the best propaganda I see and try to boost equally for everyone. I don't accept propaganda that’s post-1970 or from non-film appearances. When sending your propaganda, please don't send me too many pics or videos at once (I max out at about four per ask.)
The views expressed in the propaganda are not my own. I don’t alter submissions beyond fixing obvious spelling mistakes. I do choose the poll pics, purposely trying to pick the silliest ones possible for this contest; if you think I could do even sillier, send me one I can use instead. If you think a contestant needs more propaganda, send me an ask with some and let me know if you'd like it added to the poll post if they make it to the next round.
“Who won the major hottie tournaments?” Eartha Kitt and Toshiro Mifune are the reigning hotness champions. They are both living it up by the pool in the sunshine, as far from the shadow realm as possible.
“The....the shadow realm?” All hotties who fail to continue in a hotness tournament are sent to the shadow realm, far below the crust of the earth where the sun never shines, a dark and dismal and gloomy place. (Boris Karloff keeps making everyone try his brandy-based guacamole.)
“Was [this famous person] submitted to any of the tournaments?” Try a tag search for them (ie, [#famous person name] in my search bar). If you still haven’t found your hottie, they either did not fit the criteria of working in movies from 1910-1970, weren't convincingly scrungly in their submission, or were not submitted at all.
“My FAQ isn’t on here :(” send me an ask! I love hearing from you guys—just please check these basics first.
Thank you for being here! Enjoy the polls.
Tournament schedule post-hiatus:
Ongoing: Dracula Daily casting polls
Starting September 26th: Scrungly Little Guys contest (gender neutral)
After that: Ultimate Hottie Tournament (top brackets of the hot men & hot women competing together)
TBD: Hottest On-Screen Couples (Astaire and Rogers, Bogie and Bacall, etc)
TBD: Horror Hotties (Frankensteins, Draculas, Brides, etc.)
TBD: Dandy Detectives (Marples, Sherlocks, Nancy Drews, etc.)
fun mini polls that pit sets of characters from the same movie together, like the Philadelphia Story or Seven Brides for Seven Brothers ones (these can be found in the #minis tag)
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pt: platoniattractional :end pt
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; tagging :: @radiomogai @liom-archive @revenant-coining
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pt: coined by me, for Reddit user UsernameBecauseIdc ( link ). Definition: platoniattractional refers to someone who feels all / almost all of their attractions could be considered platonic in some way, or that they see all their types of attraction as platonic in some way.
ID: A rectangular flag with 6 equal width strips, with colours going in top-to-bottom order: bright yellow, pink, grey, black, pink, bright yellow. In between the grey and black strips is a larger white one. In the center of the flag is a drawing of two light grey hands holding hands, with a turning symbol surrounding them, the left arrow pointing up being coloured bright yellow, and the right arrow pointing down being coloured pink. :end ID
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(Finally posting) Malyice’s backstory.
[Timeline: Backstory(here) - Inbetween events/discoveries - Present day(aka when they joined their party members]
⚠️CW/TW: Gore, didn’t bother to spellcheck, childhood trauma, neglect, self-hatred and hatred toward others, racial conflict, death, death of loved ones, accidental genocide, attempted murder, witches, burning etc..
Malyice POV:
“In short, before I was born my parents were both elves like me. My mother was a high elf and my father was a wood elf. There was a nearby village of just humans who absolutely hated magic. They thought it was the devils spawn or something. One day the human and elf villages broke into a nasty war. My father died in that war. My mother was held hostage at the humans village and died due to childbirth there. So that’s how I was born into a human village. I don’t know why the humans didn’t kill me. But they named me “Malyice” (pronounced Malice). They were scared of me developing any magic so I didn’t grow up like the other kids. I had no education or attention from anyone. I’m self taught in almost everything I know to this day. Years and years later a little witch in training named “Willow” and her mother came by to sell some things to the village. The humans still hated magic but let them come by as long as they didn’t use any magic while in the area. I ran into Willow when I was sitting on the roof one afternoon and we talked. Well, she talked I still didn’t know how to talk yet. I could understand her though. We eventually became friends. Her and her mother would pass by every few months or year-ish. As we got older Willow taught me how to read and write and all these other things. She was the only one who talked and cared about me. But over the course of my life I felt so many emotions. I wanted to hurt the humans for how they were treating me. I wanted to hurt their feelings too. But I couldn’t bring myself to do that. Those emotions built up so badly that they latched into my soul like a leach. Willow also taught me some magic in secret. See taught me fire magic, and how to turn anything into a little doll. She warned me to never use it on people and I agreed. That would be crazy right? I tried to fix my aching soul on my own in the woods one day. That was one of the worst mistakes I’ve ever done. I tried to rip the infected parts away from my soul and it backfired. I was physically and mentally torn to shreds very slowly, and painfully. It was agonizing pain that I wouldn’t wish on anyone. Maybe not even the humans. Maybe. I was tangled in my own emotions, that became literal as chains burst through my inners, ripping me to little fleshy chunks. But, somehow, my soul was pieced back together. The other fragments were no longer corrupting my soul like a parasite, but instead they were apart of my own. Filling in the new holes in my heart. Everything hurt and all I could hear was whispers and the ringing of my ears. Which was more like static if you ask me. Eventually Willow found me on the ground and writhing in pain. In a pool of my own tears and blood. Willow picked me up and ran back to my village hoping to find a doctor or anyone with the knowledge to try and help me.
But. When she arrived, everyone saw my corrupted body and blamed Willow for what happened. They thought she used magic on me or convinced me to use it. I fell weakly and harshly out of her arms as the humans snatched her by the wrist. They tied her up on a pile of wood and paper. They thought it would be appropriate, and hilarious to burn her like they would any other witch. The match was lit and all I could see and feel was the burning heat against my punctured and newly patterned skin. I felt hardly awake but it was mortifying to see this happen. I wanted to save her but I didn’t know what to do. Without thinking I casted firebolts all around the humans in a panic. Some hit houses, some hit civilians, and some hit carts of dynamite. A chain appeared which untied Willow and she fell to the ground, unmoving. I crawled over to her to check on her. She was unconscious, but alive. Not for long. I could tell she only had a few seconds of life remaining. We promised we’d travel the world together someday. This couldn’t happen it just couldn’t. I could hardly see her burnt-up face through my fountain of tears. This is when I realized; I loved her. I loved her so much. I watched her face as her life faded infront of my eyes. 3.. 2…..pause. I felt the newly created fabric in my hands. Without thinking I had turned my best and only friend into a doll. I couldn’t let her die I just couldn’t. Doll in hand, I managed to just barely escape the burning village. I watched everything I had ever known, and despised, burn before my eyes. And it was all my fault. If I hadn’t gotten all caught up in my emotions, Willow wouldn’t be a doll and I’d still have an old rug to sleep upon. I tried to take control of something I couldn’t and I lost who I loved most. Or did I? To this day I have no idea if this doll had any sense of consciousness. Or maybe it’s just stuffing and fabric. The only sound in my ears was the crinkling of flames and the static in my skull which would forever cling to my messy, fleshy form.
At least, that’s what I would have told you if I was strong enough.”
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