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you're all gonna be so done with me but the timing of moving my boys muses onto a separate multi was so bad, lol, i don't have time for two multis ok, so i'm moving them back to @innerwar for now 😭 sorry guys, having multiple blogs is hard when u study ok

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gUYS I'M DECEASED

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small official hiatus 07.sept-21. sept: i think imma take a small official hiatus for a couple weeks. i am in the worst shape i've ever been. my back hurts just from 2 minutes of walking, i have no energy, my sleep is all messed up, and i really need to do something about that, and i just... i need a couple of weeks to get into a new habit of getting out and being a little active each day and such. on top of this, i'm kinda burnt out with writing atm, so i think a short break is what i need. i will still be available on discord for ooc chatting, but yesss. just gonna. take some me time before i come back here in a couple weeks ok? ily all, remember to take good care of yourselves, guys <3

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the urge to add crimson countess versus the pain of having to edit red hair on her fc manually for each icon bc lack of resources : )

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ANTONY STARR as HOMELANDER The Boys S01EP04 "The Female of the Species"

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ANTONY STARR as Homelander in The Boys, Season 2

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been out shopping at ikea today so i'm kinda spent ngl

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TOMMY'S COMFORT LIST.

comfort food(s): taco. chili con carne. pizza.

comfort drink(s): iced tea. iced coffee. chocolate milk. chocolate milkshakes.

comfort movie(s): perrier's bounty. i will never stop mentioning this movie and recommending it ok it's such a hidden gem.

comfort show(s): the boys, outrageous fortune, dexter, peaky blinders.

comfort clothing: pajamas all the way. nothing more comfy than a good pajamas.

comfort song(s): uhhhh. listen. i listen to too many songs that i don't really have any comfort songs, i just have my comfort playlist with all the songs i like, which literally consists of so many completely different genres lol.

comfort book(s): don't really read much tbh, so imma just plug my own book (which is a comfort for me in the sense that the world building always makes me happy), so... a fable of gods: aria of the accursed by thomas villin (can be found on google play books)

comfort game(s): baldur's gate 3, red dead redemption 2, life is strange, alan wake and alan wake 2, ape escape (the nostalgia!!!!), final fantasy xv, and so many others that i can't think of at the top of my head. i just... love so many games ok, so many that gives me comfort.

tagged by: @thcrealheroes tagging: everyone and anyone who wants to do this!! say i tagged u so i can snoop 👀

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ummmm tumblr are u ok?

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@trickheaven asked: ❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞ for butcher 😘

WANKER, BUTCHER COULDN'T HELP BUT THINK TO HIMSELF, as he looked at the smug bloke, dark brows raising. he didn't have time for this. he needed to get inside that building, and this was the only door in that wasn't full of security, which this bloke clearly wasn't. alright. time to take his kiddie-gloves off.

' ' well then... why don't ya make yourself useful, an' fuck right off, ' ' butcher started, as he took a couple steps closer, so that the other was within arm's reach, a small grin forming on his features. ' ' before i make it your problem. ' ' last warning, he figured, before the gun concealed only by his coat would be brought out. not to shoot him, but he wasn't going to tell the other that.

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Fall 1980, I get called into Vogelbaum’s lab for an experiment, some shit about genetics. I still remember the Penthouse I used. June. Danielle Deneux, bush like a Pomeranian. What? I beat my meat into a cup.

THE BOYS | 3.07 - “Here Comes a Candle to Light You to Bed”

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@thcrealheroes asked: what are you hiding? / homelander at stillwell

HER HAND GENTLY PLACED ITSELF ATOP HIS LOWER ARM, giving it a gentle squeeze ' ' believe me, i want to tell you. i do, ' ' she started softly, tenderly, the slightest hint of fear in her voice, because she honestly had no idea how he would react once the truth was out there. but he had started down the road of unveiling secrets, and she knew better than to think he would be satisfied before everything had been unveiled. so, it was better it came from her, than anyone else. still, she needed him to believe the reason she was scared wasn't because of him, but her superiors. that the reason she hadn't told him sooner, was out of fear, not of him, but them. then perhaps there would still be room in his heart to forgive her.

' ' you deserve to know... ' ' lips pressing into a thin line, as if wanting to say it, but forcing herself not to, she shook her head a little. ' ' but... i need you to understand that if i tell you — and i will if you want me to — but... if i do, and vogelbaum finds out about it, then i might not be able to be here for you anymore... ' '

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THE BOYS 4.01 Department of Dirty Tricks

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THE BOYS 4.08 Assassination Run

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me spontaneous-machine-cutting off the hair around the sides and back of my head leaving only 35mm left, because you know what? i am tired of head warm, hair greasy, hair unruly af.

also why do i always cut my hair right before cold times, and save length right before summer time? see this is my issue lol.

update: i chopped of the hair at the top of my head too. i look silly af but oh well. at least i can say i've done it once now.

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CHRIST, SHE WAS GONNA GIVE HIM A HEADACHE with all this you, not-you talk. ' ' gee, thanks starlight, for statin' the fuckin' obvious. i know i'm off, that's the whole fuckin' problem, ' ' he snapped at her, though his voice was hushed, wanting to keep this between the two of them. even now, as he spoke, he could hear something off with his accent, and normally, he would've recognized why it sounded so familiar, but it was like the more he tried to acknowledge it, the more natural to him it seemed. like there was no reason for him to be as concerned as he was.

hand moving up to scratch at his five o'clock shade, which was another thing different about him, homelander gave a small shrug as he tried to think back to when he'd started noticing the changes, but again, his mind drew a blank as soon as he tried to give it any serious thought. the truth was, he and butcher had crossed paths a few days ago. had a little friendly chat between mortal enemies, set some playing rules, before they'd both parted ways. but that didn't even cross his mind. ' ' ahh, i don't know, couple o' days ago, maybe? ' '

eyes fixed on starlight when she suddenly brought up that he sounded familiar. which true, he did, even to himself, and it was right there at the tip of his fucking tongue, even. and for a moment, he thought she was about to give him something that would make it all fall into place. but then she stopped just when she'd managed to regain his interest. ' ' nah, nah, go on. what were you gonna say? who do you think i sound like? ' '

ANNIE IS BAFFLED AS TO WHY HE'S CONFINDING IN HER ?! Did she appear to be the one with all the answers to this puzzling situation ? Who would have thought that being co-captain would land her in this strange predicament ? The blonde nervously scratches the back of her neck, avoiding eye contact as she responds. " Kind of hard not to notice the changes ? I just mean- I, your hair, and you are… you…. ? Well, not you, actually ? Whatever- whatever this you is…, isn't… you ? You are YOU… but also off-- ? "

At that particular moment, she felt utterly lost. Nothing made sense. Initially, she wanted to believe that Homelander was joking around. However, considering it was Homelander she was dealing with, she knew he was anything but a comedian. She interlocks her fingers, anxiously BITING DOWN on her lower lip, sensing that he's different, not the same Homelander she's familiar with or has come to understand. At first, she thinks of suggesting that Maeve or even The Deep to offer him a helping hand; what use is she to him ? But the good in her feels bad for Homelander ? Seeing the older super struggling with what was happening to him, she couldn't imagine what it must feel like to be you… but also not you ? And not having a solution to all this confusion.

" Okay, okay. I'll help you because that's the right thing to do. So, If you want me to help you, Homelander, we should start by re-tracing your steps ! There has to be a logical explanation for this ? I mean, when did you start feeling these changes of yours ? " STARLIGHT DIDN'T WANT HIM TO CHEW HER HEAD OFF for admitting this, but she just needed to say it, even this once. " …. You sound familiar. Like I know you…. or the 'you' that isn't you. It's just that- " She had only spent a little time with Butcher, but his strong personality made an immediate impression on her from the first moment she spoke with him. It is not a very good impression, to say the least. But one that sticks with you, whether you like it or not. Cunt wasn't something she often heard until Butcher… and also, the British Slang wasn't used just by anyone. " - You uh kind of sound like. No, never mind. It has nothing to do with him; I'm thinking outside the box. "

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tears roll down his cheeks, body trembling with fear, breaths drawn and leaving him at a rapid pace, as he lies in front of castiel's feet, curled up into a ball, as the heat rises, rises, rises, and then... huge wings sprout from castiel's back, only to tuck around him, encompassing him, shielding him from the heat, the flames that had engulfed castiel's hands a moment ago, extinguished the moment the wings were around him.

still trembling, the boy finds the courage to peek his head up slightly from where he's lying, swallowing nervously, opening his eyes back up slowly. and just as catiel promised, it didn't hurt. in fact, he didn't feel the heat at all! nor could he see the hot glowing rods anymore. carefully, as if afraid the shield will disappear, he shifts to sit up close against castiel, knees pulled up against him, and arms wrapping around himself for even further comfort, and for a moment, john just cries. cries from fear, but also relief now that castiel was there to protect him.

' ' cast- castiel? i'm scared... ' ' the boy admitted, his voice but a whisper now, as if afraid they'd hear. ' ' and y- you're not supposed to be here. they- they're going to be mad if they see you. they get scary when they're mad. ' '

                               IT'S NOT WORKING. John is too terrified of what's happening to focus on anything but the burning heating rods and how they're supposed to hurt him. It's like he's stuck in a loop, and Castiel has no idea how to get him out of there without majorly interfering with the dream, which, in turn, could hurt him even more. Fuck. Castiel doesn't use this type of crude language very often, but it's applicable right now.

"John," he tries to get through to the boy again when he falls to his knees and curls up in obvious distress. It hurts Castiel just to see him like this. He has to do something. But what?

                                Trying to shield him from the invisible force, Castiel crouches in front of John, thoughts racing. He can't change the dream, but he can change himself — and since it's not reality, those aren't really his wings, and their divine light can't burn John's eyes out of their sockets. So Castiel focuses his energy on showing John the dream equivalent of his true form, mighty wings, bird-like, in gray with bits of emerald green and violet. They encompass John completely, blocking out the light of the heating rods. "I'm here, John. They can't hurt you anymore. Nothing gets through these wings, you see? You're safe here."