i just see her as the live action version. Elisa is the more badass version of her character from the marvel series with a more central role. Rosario is more than capable of portraying the sassy yet deep Elisa i remember from the show.
Much like Darth Vader theres only one man who can and should voice Goliath: Kieth David
one of the most memorable things about this show is this mans magnificent voice. Im not kidding if Keith, James Earl Jones and Morgan Freeman are ever in the same movie or show together it will be the most awesome vocal experience to the ears. the guy could play anything and make the character awesome, so he needs to come back to play the shows most badass character.
This next one was a bit tough but for Hudson: Robbie Coltrane (Hagrid from harry potter)
I wanted a proper Scottish actor to play Hudson and whilst Hudson is usually very serious he does have his softer side with both Bronx and Elisa. Robbie as we know can play a big softy as Hagrid but he’s also played some serious and even sinister characters as well.
the next three are the younger Gargoyles so im going to pick younger actors for them
First Brooklyn: Joe Keery
Brooklyn was the “try to be cool but usually looks like a fool” wise cracking one and as Steve from Stranger things Joe plays this character really well with his comedic timing. I also got the sense that Brooklyn was the oldest of the three as he definitely had more of a leader role when it was just them.
Next is Brooklyn and after much thinking Jacob Batalon
Broadway is meant to be a sweet by naive character and Ned from spiderman homecoming was both. At first i thought of Jonah Hill but i’ll be honest his voice is kind of annoying and he only ever seems to play one sort of character and its never sweet, usually pervy which is not how i see Broadway.
Next Lexington: Finn Wolfhard
I always thought Lexington was the youngest of the group being the smallest and most child like, which was a good contrast for him being the tech whiz kid of the group which made him a fan favorite for me. Doubly so years later when i found out the comic continuing the series had started a story line where he would be gay. As for his actor Finn has a very distinctive voice like Lex and has shown he can portray serious, emotional and humorous rolls with both Richie and Mike as his most well known characters. plus if they ever did that what if scenario where Lex went evil i would love to see finn have a crack at it.
last for the heroes Frank Welker, the man of a thousand voices (including megatron, abu and a thousand growling animals) MUST return as Bronx
Next we have probably the best Villain in this show: Demona: Gwendoline Christie
That voice, for both of them. As a child i remember feeling dread in every episode she appeared much like children dread seeing the daleks in doctor who; you know something bad was going to happen and that she would be scary doing it on screen. Gwendoline is just frigging amazing and she needs the chance to shine as proper villain and not the disappointing captain phantasm we got.
Macbeth: Gerard Butler
Just imagine Gerard in the fight scenes of medieval Scotland one minute and fighting Goliath with futuristic weaponry the next and tell me it wouldn’t look badass. He is perhaps Scotland’s most badass action actor after all.
Xanatos: George Clooney
Xanatos is suave and smooth. Those words are George Clooney. the guy could sell anything and give a performance so charming you would at least pay attention to what he was saying. Plus Xanatos isn’t your usual type of villain with talks of how he’ll take over the world or laughing maniacally, and i think Clooney would play it perfectly. Gwendoline Christie
Since Gargoyles is going onto Disney+ i thought id repost my fan cast for a live action movie or series. still stand by my choices. really hope the show gets the same love it got back when i watched it.
summary;in which sixteen year old summer bradshaw finds herself fighting off a monster from another dimension all whilst mending her broken heart.
warnings;this story may contain explicit language, sexual content, violence, alcohol and triggering topics such as: anxiety, assault, nightmares, blood and death.please read at your own risk.
“THIS IS ALL MY FAULT.” Summer threw her arms up, guilt weighing down on her. “If I didn’t need a ride home then you would’ve been here sooner and maybe he’d be okay!” She’d been pacing back and forth, stressing over the fact that sweet, little, innocent Will had just completely vanishedoff the face of the earth.
“No. If it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine. I shouldn’t have taken the extra shift knowing Mom was working so late.” Jonathan shrugged his shoulders weakly, guilt and disappointment laced across his face. “Will was depending on mebeing home and I… I wasn’t.” He closed his eyes for a second before slamming his fist down on the coffee table, the loud noise jolting Summer from her thoughts.
She had never seen Jonathan so distraught before and it felt like she was crossing over into new territory within their friendship. Jonathan was never one to truly show his emotions so Summer wasn’t entirely sure how to react other than to let him know that she was there for him.
Joining his side on the couch, she reaches her hand to the back of his head, lacing her fingers through his hair and gently pulls him towards her. His head falls to rest on her shoulder as tears soak up in the fabric of her shirt but right now, she couldn’t care less.
The second her phone call with Jonathan ended this morning Summer had raced over to the Byers’ house as fast as she could. She didn’t care about missing school or getting into trouble for doing so when someone she held very close to her heart was missing.
Will was only a young boy and there was only so much defending a twelve-year-old could do to protect himself against whatever was out there. He was like a brother to Summer and she, along with Jonathan, was willing to do anything to help Joyce find him.
The mother was absolutely frantic about the unknown whereabouts of her youngest son. She’d spent the entire morning ringing up the phone bill, calling every single person she knew in town when she finally gave up and decided to just take matters to the police.
Summer had never seen Joyce so upset either and it was truly heartbreaking. It was then that the sixteen-year-old girl vowed to herself that no matter what she was going to help find and bring that little boy home.
“What about the boys?” Summer questions before springing to her feet. “They would’ve already left for school before Joyce rang around so they probably have no idea that Will’s missing.”
“You think they might know something?” Jonathan’s brows furrow.
“It’s a long shot, but they might,” She shrugs. “They were the last ones to see him.”
Jonathan gives Summer a thoughtful look before digging around in his jeans pocket, pulling out a set of keys and tossing them her way. “Take my car. I’ll stay here in case anyone has heard anything.”
With a nod, Summer rushes out to Jonathan’s car and slides into the driver’s seat. She didn’t have much experience when it came to driving and she certainly didn’t have any good experiences when behind the wheel either.
After all, there was a reason she didn’t have a car of her own, but there was no time to be thinking about that right now.
With an exasperated sigh, Summer starts up the engine and pulls out of the driveway cautiously. It doesn’t take her too long to arrive at the school but after weaving in and out of traffic as she saw fit, she makes it with just enough time to spare before the bell was set to ring, and for the three boys she was after to ride past on their bikes.
“Summer!” Dustin cheered, excited to see the older girl as he drops his bike to give her a tight hug.
It was no secret that Summer and Dustin shared a closer bond than she did with the others, but mostly because he would flaunt the fact every chance he got. Lucas would often tease him about it and reveal his secret crush on her, but Summer didn’t mind. She found it cute.
“Hey guys… you haven’t seen Will by any chance, have you?” Acting as if nothing was wrong, Summer places her hands on her hips trying to play it ‘cool’. “I… I had something important I needed to tell him.”
“I haven’t seen him since we left Mike’s last night,” Lucas shrugs with furrowed brows, the three boys growing a little concerned. “We can tell him for you if it’s so important?”
“Oh, no! It’s not thatimportant.” She rolls her eyes but they don’t seem to be buying it at all.
“Is everything okay?” Dustin queries.
“Yeah. Super. Like I said, just needed to tell him something.” She nods and gives them a thumbs up, regretting her decision to do so immediately.
Summer didn’t like lying to the younger boys, but she didn’t want them to spend all day worrying about their friend either. She also didn’t want to be the one to break the news to them.
“Okaay, then…” Mike drags out the words, swapping weird looks with his friends. “We’ve gotta go, we’re meeting Mr Clarke in the AV room before class. If you see Will tell him to meet us there.” The three of them give her a quick hug before heading for the building.
Talking to the younger boys may have been a dead-end, but there was still one other person Summer could try and talk to. Though, she hated the fact that she would actually have to communicate with this person, the one person she couldn’t stand, she was doing it for Will’s sake.
Summer was willing to put her differences aside for a very brief moment in order to try and find any new information that could potentially help them find the little boy.
Rushing through the crowded hallways of the high school, and ignoring the looks she was earning from her peers, she heads towards a specific locker. But with her mind occupied by a million other things, she loses focus on her surroundings and accidentally bumps into someone leaving the girls bathroom.
That someone being Nancy Wheeler, the girl she’d just so happened to be looking for.
“Oh, Nancy! Do you have a sec?” She asks after recollecting herself.
“Summer! Hi!” The shorter girl says with far more enthusiasm than expected. Her eyes widened as she stared at the other girl and her breathing hitches, almost as if there was something she was trying to hide.
“Anyway, you haven’t seen Will since he left your house-” Summer stops mid-sentence as her eyes fall on Steve exiting the same bathroom Nancy had just come from. Her chest immediately falls heavy as the realisation hits her. It didn’t take a genius to figure out Nancy and Steve had been together and in more ways than one.
“No. I haven’t. Why is something wrong?” The girl pushes, though there was a smugness in her words.
“You know what? I just remembered that I have somewhere to be.” Summer swallowed the hurt and smiled weakly before rushing to the other end of the hallway without looking back or stopping for anyone.
It wasn’t like Summer didn’t know Steve and Nancy had a 'thing’or that they had been spending a lot of time together lately. She just didn’t think Steve was all that serious about her. A fling maybe, but he never snuck into the girl’s bathroom with his 'flings’ and he certainly wouldn’t risk the chance of getting caught.
He was more of a 'the backseat of his car after a movie’ kind of guy, so seeing how he was with the Wheeler girl only pained her. She wasn’t going to try and ruin it for him though, if he really did like her then she was going to respect that. No matter how hard it would be to see him with her the way she had been longing for him to be with herself.
“Sum!” Steve calls out, following her outside the building doors. “Where are you going? Class is about to start.” He continues in her direction, hot on her heels all the way to the parking lot where Tommy H and Carol were performing their morning ritual of pda.
“Oh, Hey! It’s Bummer Summer!” Tommy calls out, a smirk sprawled out on that smug face of his.
Summer resented the nickname he had given her and all because she refused to steal a pack of gum for him, resulting in him telling her that she was 'bumming’ them out. Nancy was like a keg walk compared to these two, they were on a whole new playing field and Summer definitely didn’t want to play. She’d hated them since the moment Steve introduced them all and the feeling was very mutual.
“What do you want, Tommy?” Summer snarls his name with a roll of the eyes but doesn’t bother to actually stop long enough to hear his answer.
“Oh, no, nothing. I just… I didn’t realise that the psycho let people drive his car now? Or that you actually know how to drive without running everything over?” He called out and as much as Summer desperately wanted to punch him in the face for talking about her friend like that, or her poor driving skills, she knew he wasn’t worth the sore fist.
“Summer, would you please stop for a second?” Steve pleads, shoving his way past Tommy and Carol to grab a hold of her arm. He felt guilty about her having seen him with Nancy, especially after spending almost the whole night with her, and needed to make sure she was okay.
“Steve, there is nothing for you to say. You don’t have to explain yourself to me,” Although her mouth was saying one thing, her eyes and frantic actions were saying another. “Who you choose to fool around with in the girl’s bathroom is your own business.”
Steve could see that she was clearly upset, for reasons unknown to him, but he didn’t want to be the cause of it. There was no denying that she was jealous and saddened about what she had seen but she didn’t want, nor need, Steve to know that. Not right now. Not ever.
“Summer, I’m just…” he runs a hand through his hair before pressing his palm to the centre of his forehead. His eyes staring at the ground and then meeting Summers as he suddenly realises that she had Jonathan’s car. His mind began to spin with assumptions as to why she was driving his piece of scrap metal and how exactly she got it. “Hey, why do you have Byers’ car?” His tone changes, almost as if he were accusing her of something.
“It doesn’t matter. I need to go, he’s waiting for me.” She shakes her head and turns to open the car door, only to have Steve push it closed again. His whole body was tense and it angered him that she was ditching school to go be with Jonathan. He didn’t trust the other boy around Summer and he hated the fact that they were so close.
“Why? Are you hooking up with him or something now?” He spat his words harshly, not realising just how hurtful they were until he saw her reaction. Her brows stitched together and nose scrunched up as she exhaled a small gasp, and his hard expression melts, a helpless smile taking its place.
“Are you serious?” She stares bemused at the older boy, appalled by the words that had left her best friends mouth.
“Sum, I…” He opens his mouth at a loss of words, he needed to make things right but didn’t know what to say.
“Save it.” She says through gritted teeth and slides into the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind her.
Summer couldn’t believe the nerve Steve had to just assume something like that as if she was throwing herself at Jonathan. Like she couldn’t maintain an innocent friendship with someone she’d known her whole entire life. What hurt the most was that Steve knew Summer wasn’t like that at all and definitely didn’t want to give herself away to just anybody, she wanted it to be with someone she fully and completely trusted.
Back at the Byers’ house, Jonathan was pacing back and forth waiting for either Joyce or Summer to return with good news. He didn’t want to believe that his little brother, his best friend, was actually missing.
Tears were rolling down his cheeks as guilt coursed its way through his body and he began throwing things around his room. Broken mixtapes laid scattered around the floor, along with ripped up magazines and open books. The pile of clothes on his dresser now sprawled out across the room as he screamed out a few curse words. He blamed only himself for Will’s disappearance and wanted nothing more than for his brother to be home safe and sound.
Letting out another scream a body slammed into him, arms wrapping around his waist and holding him tight from behind.
“It’s going to be okay. We’re going to find him and we’re going to bring him home,” Summer says, her head buried in the bunched up material on his back. He turns to face her, her hand moving to his face to wipe away the tears. “We’ll bring him home. I promise.”
summary;in which sixteen year old summer bradshaw finds herself fighting off a monster from another dimension all whilst mending her broken heart.
warnings; this story may contain explicit language, sexual content, violence, alcohol and triggering topics such as: anxiety, assault, nightmares, blood and death.please read at your own risk.
“ENJOY YOUR NIGHT,” Summer waves to her last customer for the night, her smile dropping the second the middle-aged woman exits the store, and her exhausted features taking over once again.
Working a five-hour shift on a weekday was not how she planned on spending her night.
Her fingertips were stained with black dye from opening plastic bags and her hands were aching from having to pry the cash register open every so often. It certainly wasn’t all it was cracked up to be working in a small convenience store.
Between the low pay and the shitty hours she was given, she regularly contemplated why she even bothered with the job. Summer didn’t need the extra cash, and if it wasn’t for the fact that it got her out of the house most nights, she would’ve quit by now.
The only other perk was that she got to spend more time with her longest and dearest friend - Jonathan.
“Hey, Summer,” The boy called from the opposite register, grabbing the attention of the young brunette. “Could you pass me some more bags? I’m almost out.”
Usually, Summer would’ve given him some smart ass remark telling him to get his own, but with a customer present, she settled for just a smile and took him some from her own stack behind the counter.
“What time do you finish?” She asks once the customer starts to head out of the store and pushes herself up onto the conveyer belt.
“Why? You need a ride?” He raises his brows and cocks his head at her. Jonathan knew all too well that Summer would need a ride home, but he liked giving her shit about it anyway.
Well, that and he didn’t mind having to take her home. Her house was on the way and he’d do just about anything for Summer regardless.
“What about Steve? Doesn’t he usually pick you up when your mom is working?” He asks.
“He does, but lately he’s been hanging out with Nancy Wheeler.” She copies his mocking tone, her smile slowly fading. The thought of Steve hanging out with another girl didn’t sit well with Summer and that was clear to anyone - anyone except Steve.
Even though she’d never voiced it, Jonathan knew that she had feelings for the other boy. He could tell just by the way she stared at him, almost as if her whole world were right in front of her. It was sad really, to know that she had such strong feelings towards him and yet he was so clueless about it. Especially because it was right in front of his face.
“Meet me out the front when you’re done.” Jonathan places a hand on Summer’s knee, his thumb rolling back and forth before giving it a soft pat.
“Thank you.” She smiles weakly, sincerity in her voice and heads into the backroom to grab her stuff.
On the way home, Jonathan had switched off the radio to put one of his mixtapes on. Summer loved his taste in music and was always left wondering how he managed to find some of the bands and artists that he did. They were almost always people she’d never even heard of before, yet she’d never not want to dance along.
The boy’s homemade mixtapes were one of Summer’s favourite things, especially when he’d make them for her.
Drumming her fingers along the dusty dashboard to the beat of the music, the two of them sang at the top of their lungs. There was something about the way Jonathan expressed himself when it came to music that always filled Summer with joy.
He wasn’t the type to put himself out there or leave his comfort zone, but whenever there was music, it was as if he suddenly felt free. Music was his safe haven and he could finally be himself for that short period of time.
“You going to be alright?” He asks as they pull into the driveway, eyes fixated on the dark house. It was safe to say Jonathan felt protective over Summer, he was so used to looking out for her that it wasn’t so much an obligation as it was a reflex.
He didn’t like the idea of a sixteen-year-old girl being left alone in a big house, especially so late at night.
“Funnily enough, I’m kinda getting used to being alone.” She shrugs, the ghost of a smile gracing her lips, but it’s quickly whisked away.
There was an undeniable disappointment whenever Summer was reminded of the empty house she’d go home to every night. At first, her mom was only covering the late shift at the hospital temporarily, but then it just never seemed to stop.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jonathan says in a reassuring way. As if to tell her she was tough enough to get through till the next day.
“If you must.” She rolls her eyes jokingly and kisses her fingertips before placing them to Jonathan’s cheek. Something she had done for as long as she could remember.
At first, it was because Jonathan didn’t want the cooties from her mouth touching him when they were little, but as they got older it just kinda stuck.
Stepping out of the car and into the cool night air, Summer waves Jonathan off. His poorly running vehicle making its way down the street and she smiles in the direction he’d gone, grateful to have a friend like him; someone who genuinely cared and didn’t need to be benefited for doing so.
Growing up together in the small town of Hawkins was practically a guarantee that they’d stay friends throughout the years. Heck, Summer was practically the fourth member of the Byers’ family and they believed so just as much as she did. Joyce thought of Summer as the daughter she’d never had and Will treated her like a sister; bickering and all.
Summer made her way across the footpath, watching her step for the cracks and bumps in the battered concrete as she searched through the irrelevant junk in her bag like empty gum wrappers and scrunched up notes. The extra nonsense made it harder to find her keys, but when she finally feels the cool touch of the metal, she plucks them from the mess and inserts them into the keyhole.
Though, upon opening the door she stops in her tracks as she notices how eerily silent her street had become. There was no loud music playing from the house two doors down, no screaming or yelling coming from the house across the street and no neighbourhood dogs barking at one another.
Deciding to shrug it off, she heads inside as a horrible shrilling sound rumbles out from the woods surrounding her house, causing her to freeze in shock. She scans her environment, eyes searching rapidly for any sort of movement or shadows, but there’s nothing to be seen other than the flickering of a street light.
Not wanting to be at the end of whatever made that noise she closes the door and locks it in every way humanly possible before climbing the staircase to her bedroom.
With a racing heart, she clambers to sit on the end of her bed and takes in a few deep breaths to help calm her nerves. The noise was unlike anything she had ever heard before and it certainly didn’t sound like an animal, but that’s the only logical explanation she could think of.
Shaking the thoughts aside, she rids herself of her work uniform. Letting the scratchy material fall into a heap on the ground and she softly puts on one of Jonathan’s mix tapes to help ease her mind. She dances across the floor to retrieve the long shirt she’d left hanging there this morning but stops once again when a scratching noise is heard by the window.
Usually, it was just the tree branches that hung right outside her room, but when she sees that there is nothing there she becomes confused. Wondering what it could’ve been, she creeps towards it when a tall silhouette jumps out from the side, jostling her from her ‘investigation’ and scaring her half to death.
And yet, what she’s met with is none other than her best friend as he laughs uncontrollably.
“I hate you!” She retorts through the glass before pushing it open.
“I got you so good!” Steve laughs as he shimmies his way through the open space and falls to the floor. “Seriously Sum, you should’ve seen your face.”
“It’s not funny,” Summer pouts, her brows knitted as she playfully hits him on the arm and he rubs the spot as though it actually hurt.
“I was enjoying your little showtoo.” He smirks and shamelessly eyes his best friends, almost bare, body up and down. Blush dusting his cheeks ever so slightly.
Summer lets out a groan and picks up the shirt she had found just before Steve decided to scare her, his eyes not daring to leave her body as she pulls the material item over her head.
“You just going to keep staring?” She rolls her eyes as her head pops through the neck hole.
“You just going to keep giving me something to stareat?” He twitches his brows up and as much as his comments made Summer nervous, she couldn’t let him know that. Nudging him instead and knocking him to the side a little, she makes her way back to the bed and flops down on the cotton sheets she had been longing to be reunited with all day.
“I have a front door you can use, you know?” She sighs, resting a hand under her head as Steve joins her side, his hand immediately falling upon her thigh as his thumb runs back and forth across her skin.
Summer stares at him intently, his brown eyes being one of her favourite things in the world with their warmth and comforting gaze. She loved them. Them and the overwhelming, but nice, amount of affection he showed her. He always knew how to make her feel like she was loved.
“What? And miss you dancing around in your underwear?” He chuckles and Summer smiles, letting out a breathy giggle. Steve loved how comfortable Summer felt around him and he wished he could be the same with her, but every time he let his guard down even the slightest around her he found himself hypnotised by every little thing that she did.
“Will you stay a little longer? I really don’t want to be alone tonight.” Summer’s voice was barely a whisper, wanting to preserve the sanctity of the moment as she nestled herself closer into the older boy.
With his head resting on one of his fists, he gazed down at Summer with a gentle expression before pressing a kiss to her forehead and whispering a simple “Yeah.”
Steve hated seeing Summer this way and he knew that constantly being alone was really starting to get to her, no matter how many times she denied it. He wished there was something he could do to stop her from feeling such things. He had even contemplated staying with her for the whole night, but he knew that he couldn’t.
The seventeen-year-old had a tendency to screw up all the good things in his life. It was something both he and Summer had in common.
Steve knew that if he were to overstep any sort of boundaries that it would only result in regret and he really didn’t want that. For either of them. He couldn’t help the way he felt about her and no matter how bad he wanted to make a move, nothing was worth the risk of losing his best friend altogether.
If only he knew Summer felt the same way.
As the first rays of sunshine arose Summer from her sleep, the first thing she noticed was Steve’s body no longer next to hers. She smiled as she remembered peacefully falling asleep in his arms as he quietly hummed to her.
Steve stayed for a couple of hours after that, watching her in her slumbering state, mesmerised by how beautiful she was. He’d contemplated staying until morning but decided against it, knowing well enough that he shouldn’t.
Summer pulled herself from the sheets and began getting ready for school, stepping into a pair of jeans and a black shirt when she spotted a folded piece of paper sitting on her vanity. Practically skipping over to it, she plucks it up and unfolds it.
Hope you slept well. I snuck out before your mom came home. I’ll see you at school. - S x
Smiling down at the small piece of paper, her heart flutters with happiness as she places it in her bedside table drawer, along with the rest of notes she’d been given from the boy. In that very moment, all Summer could think was that there was absolutely nothing in the world that could bring her down.
At least that’s what she thought before her phone began to ring.
“Hello?” She answered and flopped down on the bed, her legs swinging in the air behind her.
“Summer, it’s me.” She immediately recognised the voice even though it was shaky and laced with a whirlwind of emotions.
“Jonathan, what’s wrong?” Shooting up on the bed, she holds the phone closer to her ear as if it would make him answer her faster.
“You… you haven’t seen Will, have you?” This time when he spoke all Summer could hear was the desperation in his tone.
“No, I haven’t. Why? What’s going on?” Her mind began to race with all sorts of scenarios as there’s a brief pause in the conversation. “Jonathan, please tell me what’s wrong!”
summary;the story of summer and steve and how they navigate through life dealing with heartbreak and loss, all while fighting off inter-dimensional monsters, and trying to be normal adolescents.
warnings;this story contains explicit language, sexual content, violence, alcohol and triggering topics such as: anxiety, assault, nightmares, blood and death. please read at your own risk.
i began this series back in 2018 and have every intention of continuing on with it throughout the remainder of the show. these stories mean a lot to me and i hope you’ll enjoy them as much as i enjoyed writing them. lots of love, sav
summary;in which sixteen year old summer bradshaw finds herself fighting off a monster from another dimension all whilst mending her broken heart.
warnings;this story may contain explicit language, sexual content, violence, alcohol and triggering topics such as: anxiety, assault, nightmares, blood and death. please read at your own risk.
Joe Keery speaks to fans onstage during Netflix’s “Stranger Things” Season 4 New York Premiere at Netflix Brooklyn on May 14, 2022 in Brooklyn, New York.
“ I like to write stories. I like history. If this hadn’t worked out the way it had, odds are I would be still working at a bar trying just as hard to make something happen. The chase is an equally dull and incredibly exciting time. ”
