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As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)
Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.
No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.
No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.
Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.
Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.
His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.
All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.
The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.
One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.
It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.
The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.
That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.
It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.
Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.
Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.
Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.
Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.
He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.
In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.
The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.
It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.
That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.
It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.
The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.
It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.
The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.
Lazarus pit green.
It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.
As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.
Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.
He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.
That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.
Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.
Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.
Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#phandom#dc x dp#batman#dick grayson#nightwing#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc#dp x dc prompt#Dick really saw Danny and pulled a B99#âI've only known this boy for 10 minutes and if anything happens to him I'm killing everyone in this room and then myselfâ#bruce wayne#could easily mix in Ellie and Dan#after all Dick Grayson's gaggle of adopted kids is bound to grow#the others think they're free from the adoption impulse since Dick is picking up the mantel#not exactly for this idea; but I have these little idea of what the batfam adopts from the DP universe#like Damian latches onto the more animalistic characters; immediately falls in love with Cujo#wants to get to know everything about Wulf and Frostbite#meanwhile Jason latches onto Skulker because holy shit look at that arsenal; the two just sharing their best tips and weaponry choices#No explainations for the next onces cause I don't feel like typing em all out but...#Barbs with Technus and Ghost Writer#Tim with Johnny 13 and Nocturne#Alfred with Lunch Lady and Overgrowth#I could seriously go on and on and no I will not explain myself#(maybe)#queued post#every time I post one of these I'm always wondering where and how tf I picked the name#like I've got a draft right now called âBullets & Babiesâ smh#picking out names are so hard but I got tired of just putting âDpxDc random snippet/promptâ as the titles lmao
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codtwt is going off on brainwashed!soap bc of his new warzone skin and itâs making me think of ghost deliberately getting himself captured by makarov bc he knows heâll be given to his dog to try and break him; knows he wonât be able to resist the irony, the cruelty of being tortured by the teammate he lost
he doesnât fight; welcomes the chains around his wrists and ankles, welcomes the hands stripping him of his weapons and gear until he's defenceless
he wouldn't use them anyway
when he stalks into the room, the muzzle, the scars, not even the blank hatred or lack of recognition could make him mistake his eyes
that's his johnny
he doesn't flinch as he digs knives into his skin; would never shy away from his kiss even if it's tinged with rusted steel. doesn't swallow his screams; not when he always loved hearing him, when he spent so long coaxing his voice from the grave
frustration joins the anger in johnny's eyes the longer he goes without giving up information
just jokes; dark and puns alike
just advice when he can't get the jumper cables to spark right
ghost's not trying to escape; not trying to barter his return to the 141
he's right where he wants to be
#ghost letting him be tortured indefinitely if it means being with johnny i am going to eat glass#he doesnt even care if he never gets him back. if the brainwashing is permanent#he still treats him the same. gives him openings to meet a punchline or rib him for something#no matter how long he goes without responding. without giving him any hope of becoming the man he knew#if pain is all heâll ever get from johnny again heâll welcome it gratefully with open arms#he got his share of kindness. more than he ever thought he deserved. if pain has to balance it out then so be it#so long as johnny is the one giving it to him#meanwhile soap gets more and more frustrated that he cant break this soldier#that when he becomes more inventive he just meets him with a story about people he doest know but acts like he should#that every day when his master calls him away he leaves with a soft - /loving/ - see you tomorrow johnny echoing in his ears#he doesnt understand#and it just makes him more vicious#but the soldier doesnt care#he still smiles in the face of pain#still calls him johnny#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#weâre a team. ghost team#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghoap#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#soap cod#john soap mactavish#ghost x soap#save post
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They really tied Wade and Logan up together seran wrap tight meat-to-meat tits-to-tits and then looped a rope around Johnny like twice and had that boy sit down alone on a bench like
#johnny is barely restrained#meanwhile?#poolverine#deadpool and wolverine#deadpool 3#deadpool#wolverine#deadclaws
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Good Omens pulling the trigger on Aziracrow in actual factual live action canon while What We Do in the Shadows showrunners dither about the appropriateness of workplace relationships in their serial killer vampire orgy show is like watching Grandpa hit a button to activate nitros on his scooter and go whipping past the former street race champion to cross the finish line.
#good omens#wwdits#aziracrow#nandermo#people have been shipping aziracrow since the 90's with honestly very little hope of going canon until recently#meanwhile wwdits seemed like a safe bet for nandermo what with all the rampant queerness and delight in subversion#but no Johnny Go Fast is eating dirt meanwhile Grandpa Angels Don't Fuck is getting ready to do a lap around him again
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His Home
Johnny Soap MacTavish x Ace!Reader
A/N: I'm a day late to Ace Week, but I really wanted to post this. I'd love to see more ace representation in fanfiction, so I'm doing my part. Plus, this kind of relationship has always been my favorite- there's something about undefined love that makes it perfect. I really like this one, so much that I wrote it while studying for my History exam. I hope you love it too, happy belated Ace Week!
Ghost is the first one to ask about it.
About you.
Itâs late, you went to bed an hour ago, and Johnny offered him a beer. Theyâre looking at the empty front yard, a normal street in a normal neighborhood- a rare sight for soldiers of their kind. The food you and Soap made for the occasion sits warm in their bellies. The air smells of quiet and night.
Simon has known Johnny for a long time- and he has known him well. He didnât know about this, though. He heard about you, of course. The first time Soap wasnât sure if heâd make it back home, it was your name he mumbled. Instructions were clear: his dog tags were for you to receive. Along with everything else in his barracks. Ae dinnae care aboot all the rules. Ye gotta take me home tae âer.
Ghost knew you werenât married- he would have seen it in his sergeantâs paperwork. He decided you were his girlfriend, then.
Until someone flirted with Johnny at a bar, and he happily told them he was single. Single. It didnât lead anywhere, anyway; he came back to base with the rest of the team that night. Maybe he didnât have a bird at home anymore, thought Simon.
But then there was the roommate. Soap was always talking about the roommate, how she would always leave hairs in the shower, how the laundry detergent smelled like flowers back home. It was said with fondness, the kind of affectionate jab one develops with family or very close friends. Ghost supposed you might be a childhood friend, then. Someone who had always been in Johnnyâs life.
Come the end of their last mission, he had nowhere to stay at. His apartment was waiting for him, of course, but it was as empty and cold as any hotel room. His sergeant invited him home- tae meet ma girl. His girl. That was not a relationship status- no friend, no sister or girlfriend. Just girl, his girl.
He had to say yes.
Then there were you. Johnnyâs age, bright eyes full of affection when you saw him. Small, soft hands ruffling the mohawk, saying it was getting out of hand. Nodding when he asked for another trim, bonnie, aye?
You hugged him around the neck, face under his chin. Ghost feared you would suffocate his sergeant. But Johnnyâs face was pink, relaxed for the first time since before the mission. His arms were at your back, hands rounding your waist- they were used to that place. His nose deep in your hair- Simon felt like he was overstepping, like he wasnât meant to see that. No one was.
Until you gave a step back- soft smile, soft eyes, soft Johnny- and welcomed him to your home. You called him L.T., like you knew him. Simon suspected you did. You didnât try to shake his hand or- God forbid- hug him hello. You didnât even risk a step into his personal space. He didnât think it was out of fear- you didnât blink twice at the black surgical mask. You just smiled and gave him a tour of the house.
That was another thing, the house. Tiny and tidy, cozy. Ghost didnât have much experience with homes, but thatâs what it looked like to him. A place lived in, well loved. A place with a past. Even more intriguing, a place with a future. By the way you talked, he gathered you werenât renting. This place was owned. Something for the long run.
When you got to the hallway, though, you pointed to the last door. Thatâs my room! You can knock if you need anything, Iâm a pretty light sleeper. Then to the one before that: Thatâs Johnnyâs. Then the guest bedroom and the bathroom.
So you donât sleep together.
Which would have been an answer to his curiosity, if it werenât for the kitchen. After he left his stuff- a half-empty duffel bag- in the guest room, Simon went back to the small but charming space that is- all in one- your kitchen, living room and dining room. He was still in his soldier headspace, which means his steps were quiet. When he stepped into the kitchen, neither you nor Soap noticed him there.
You were laughing, hand on his bicep, eyes closed. Johnny was smiling. His shoulders down, his face soft. He grabbed your hand and brought you closer in a weird hug. You swayed together, and Simon almost heard the music you were dancing to. It went on for a while. Johnny went to grab a knife and youâd already placed the cutting board in front of him. You grabbed the oven mitt and he opened the oven.
You two are the perfect machine, always knowing where the other is going next. The smiles never falter. For the first time in years, Simon feels like heâs in a home. Itâs confusing and startling. How come Soap has this waiting for him? How is he even able to go on deployment, knowing he might not have the chance to dance around you in the kitchen again?
The thought sparks memories. Soapâs sketchbook, a gleaming eye peeking from the page. His tactical jacket, jasmine perfume as they march through a field. A hair tie in the keychain. Gunpowder hands buying a bracelet in a faraway country. Making flower crowns while waiting for the target to show up. Dodging bullets with blue fevered eyes. Take me home tae âer.
He cleared his throat, and you handled him the plates to set on the table.
After dinner, you said goodnight. Johnny kissed your cheek; I left some beers in the fridge. Another kiss on the forehead. You waved at Simon, sweet and tired. Soapâs eyes followed you through the hallway.
Out in the cool night air, Simon asks.
âThaâ âer?â
Soap flinches in his seat. The bottle in his hand twinkles under the stars. Doesnât seem willing to reply. Maybe he doesnât know how.
âThe one from yer drawings?â
The nod is soft.
âAye.â
Interrogation is an art. Ghost knows many ways to get information out of people. None of them work better on his sergeant than silence. The man has a need to fill empty spaces.
So he waits until Johnny takes the bait.
âAâv always known her.â
Another silence. Simon doesnât need to ask the question out loud.
âWe arenae datin. She isnae ma girlfriend. Or wife,â Jhonnyâs voice is warm and liquid. âShe's the love o ma life.â
Curiosity bubbles again. How does this life fit with the man out in the field? How come a cozy little house is home to a demolition expert?
âHowâs thaâ work?â
Soapâs shoulders tighten, preparing for a defensive stance.
âShe doesnae want sex.â
Thatâs not quite an answer, so Simon waits. Johnnyâs back relaxes slowly, as if relieved by the lack of a reaction.
âBut âa dinnae care aboot all that stuff. She's here whan âa come home, an she takes care oâ me. A tak care oâ her. Thare's nothin more than that.â
Nothing more he could ask for. Nothing more heâd ever want. His eyes glow blue, melting ice in the night. Ghost wonders, surprised, how he never saw it. How he didnât realize.
After that, he doesnât ask any more questions. Thereâs nothing else heâd need to know, really. When the bottles are empty and the air a little too cold, they retreat to their rooms.
The next morning, Simon stays in bed a little longer than usual. He listens to your soft steps in the hallway, the little knock on the door and Johnnyâs raspy laugh. He hears the sheets and the whispers, the way he tells you stories about their last deployement- some true (only the lighter ones), the rest made up, with a handsome, Scottish hero. He pictures you tucked in Johnnyâs side, his hand in your hair, easy smiles lighting up the room. And he understands. Once again, his sergeantâs words sound in his head.
A dinnae care aboot the rules. Sheâs ma girl, L.T.
#your honor they're a family#I wanna be happy like this#meanwhile simon is crying in his room bc he's so lonely#healthy envy I guess#lennadanvers#cod#simon ghost riley#fanfiction#task force 141#john soap mactavish x reader#john mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish#johnny mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish x reader#johnny soap mactavish#johnny mactavish#happy ace week#ace pride#acespec#ace week#ace#ace!reader#ace reader#john soap mactavish x ace reader#john soap mctavish x reader#john soap mctavish x you#acespec reader#qpr#đ€đ©¶đ€đ#ace fic
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Have the roughest silliest doodle since I don't have time for anything more complex. The LH discord event prompt was to place at least one of the characters in some sort of western/desert/saloon/etc kind of scene and to have a cactus with a cowboy hat involved.
So here's Dale fucking around trying to put some guy's hat on Johnnie (the guy in the background has a face suitable for a muppet I do believe) while Rigo laughs at them being dorks.
#lord huron#world enders#johnnie redmayne#dale redmayne#rigo sandoval#absolute buffoonery and shenanigans#I guess that guy hasn't taken his hat back because he's extremely outnumbered#you can guess there's at least like eight more guys off camera#meanwhile it's a free for all at the world ender table
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I donât care what the mkx comics say I refuse to believe Cassie was an accident baby.
My headcanon is that she was planned because Johnny wanted a least one child and Sonya thought that was a natural progression of their relationship, only to have the startling realization that she was not ready to be a parent and completely out of her depth.
A combination of post partum depression and both at home and work stress was what caused Sonya to start distancing herself.
It didnât help that the older Cassie got the more Sonya drifted. Because Sonya was taking care of herself and her younger siblings when she was around that age she thought that Cassie was more than capable of being left alone, leading to arguments with Johnny.
#Jin and Cassie were planned#Jacqui was a happy accident#and Takeda was an OH FUCK kind of accident#the cage family is so interesting to me because itâs so painfully normal compared to other dysfunctional families in this series#like the Lin Kuei is an assassin clan same with the Shirai Ryu#Kitana Mileena and SindelâŠ#meanwhile theyâre the standard dysfunctional military family where the parents never healed enough to be parents but had a kid anyway#Johnny tried to help Sonya when Cassie was a baby but he wasnât coping much better#forgive me for the angst đ#johnny cage#sonya blade#cassie cage#cage family#mortal kombat#cfa posts
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This is from one of the earlier? From my understanding they sort of did âdress rehearsalsâ, multiple run throughs of the film, some of them recording because thatâs Coppolaâs style⊠and wardrobe was still a WIP.
Taking from this to say this is what Dallyâs hair usually looks like. Much more volume, a little longer and more scraggly like it is in the book. Itâs only short like it was because heâd been in jail right before and they cut it (âfirst thing they doâ now thereâs a difference between jail and prison but letâs not do that now)
#not just because heâs cute with fluffy hair- a little bit#meanwhile how Ralph looks here is just if Johnny didnât put a fucking bucket of grease in his hair#the outsiders#outsiders 1983#outsiders#headcanon??#dallas winston#johnny cade#you know Iâm insane if I can notice the diff
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just watched the bikeriders and just wanted to crawl up into tom hardy's lap the entire time
#girl was eyeing up benny in the bar and meanwhile i would already been on my knees for johnny lmao#the bikeriders#tom hardy#always a tom girl <3
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v, v, v, and...v!?!? wanted to draw vance with some other v's for a while now so !
first pic is @swearingcactus 's little v, my beloved little alien enjoyer !!!
second is (left to right from vance) @dearly--bel0ved 's vicky, valerie, and veronica!!! the four v's are at it again :3
#cyberpunk 2077#cbp2077#cp2077#cp77#johnny silverhand#male v#female v#digital art#doodle#artists on tumblr#mine#my art#vance#vance đ€ little v#white haired fellas#id like to imagine little v is trying his hardest to convince vance aliens r in fact real n true#meanwhile#the four vs have to sacrifice johnny so their samurai cover band#can finally take off#sayonara gayboy#i had a lot of fun drawing other folks' v's :3#wahhh i hope yall like it.............u_u...#snif . i love the cyberpunk fandom
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Johnny: What is the craziest thing you threw at your sibling?
Bi-Han: Another Sibling.
#Bi-Han throws Kuai Liang at their Sister. Meanwhile in MK1 's BS Bi-Han throws Smoke at Kuai Liang.#mortal kombat#incorrect quotes#johnny cage#bi han#noob saibot#sub zero
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November, 1983
Edge Hill University, Picture by Adam Marsh
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#God just look at how cute they are#Johnny has just turned 20 here I believe#He was 18 when him and Moz met in May 1982#And Moz be what#25 here? I think#He'd just turned 24 when they met#So he's 25 and a half basically#God they were so young#And meanwhile even though Johnny is only 20 years old this is like his second or third serious band#With White Dice and Sister Ray and Freak Party#And then suddenly within a year of meeting this odd hermit who still lived with his mother and lived on three valium a day#Here he is on top of the pops and playing massive gigs all over the UK#It's just so extraordinary#I don't know that I'll ever really be over it#Johnny's energy was just seeping inside of me#I'd never met anyone that wanted to really get out there and make it#Sighs#From the Nick Kent interview you know#Also how is it Johnny looks so thin here but he looks so much fuller in the face by next year#Then back to skeletal in 1987#Isn't that odd#Things to think about#johnny#moz
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The Beatles interviewed by Gianni Bisiach in Great Yarmouth, 30th June 1963 (x)
#he really loves saying âgianniâ doesnât he?#must be because it sounds like johnny#meanwhile john đ#love the way paul couldnât keep the joke going#he just had to convert to good boy mode#paul mccartney#john lennon#john and paul#the beatles#it was sixty years ago today#javelin's gifs#1963
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ally gat
#my art tag#saints row#johnny gat#anteros prince (saints row boss)#i love sr1 johnny and anteros bc i think anteros is johnnyâs first Real interaction/friendship w an OPENLY gay/bi person#so he just wants anteros to know. heâs cool w it.#anteros meanwhile is like. ok. thanks man. can we go now.
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Not me watching Markiplierâs play through of Life Eater, and Jacksepticeyeâs play through of Mouthwashing essentially back to back.
(Spoilers for both games, and TW for grievous injury -but if youâve seen either game you really should expect that.)
Your honour, theyâre my sons and they are silly (sometimes)
From one absolutely soul-crushing game to another, Iâve mentally latched onto the innocent, kind ones who just want to make sure everyoneâs ok. I need so many fix-it fics. So many.
Outstanding games, 100/10, if you can safely deal with the heavy subjects; I recommend both highly!
#my art#mouthwashing#life eater#mouthwashing daisuke#life eater Johnny#day 4384 of not being able to draw flowers; I still canât draw flowers#but that is genuinely the best bouquet Iâve ever drawn#and itâs in a doodle of all things#also can we talk about the fact that Johnnyâs hair is absolutely flawless even after TEN YEARS LIKE WHAT#meanwhile I can sneeze and suddenly thereâs a matt in my hair
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[johnny after a month of visiting and staying with kenshiâs family]
Johnny, to kenshiâs mom: you know, I donât think we ever really got over that, language barrier
Kenshiâs mom: no, Itâs not your fault! You are learning quickly!
Johnny: what the- you speak english?!
Kenshiâs mom: of course I do!
Johnny: âŠyou spoke english the whole time Iâve been here?!
Kenshiâs mom: I speak english since I was five years old!
#kenshiâs mom heard her sonâs friend really wanted to learn Japanese and decided the best way to help was through forcing him lol#meanwhile kenshiâs dad wants Johnny to speak to him only in english because he wants to practice hshs#mk1#mortal kombat incorrect quotes#johnny cage#kenshi takahashi#mortal kombat 1#quote by eastbound and downs it is slightly modified
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