#« the cobra kid » v1

[fantasizeboy]

@andinked

His keys clamored as they hit the coffee table, and Pongo skittered around Ashley’s feet, anxious to see her owner and be fed for the evening. After ample time was spent pampering his dog and fixing something to eat for himself, Ashley finally trudged off to his bedroom to settle down to eat and start his online coursework. 

The plate of chicken and sweet potatoes was left on his desk as Ashley went to his bed and sat down for a moment. Shoes were kicked off, one sneaker actually tumbling over into the open closet and the other hitting the door. Then he carefully withdrew his laptop from his messenger bag and put it on the charger, settling it next to his waiting dinner. 

A quick punch of the power button caused the screen to jump to life. A few more keystrokes had him logged in. But the warmth of the room had his t-shirt pulled off overhead and tossed aside, leaving him a rumpled tank top beneath. Ashley then took the opportunity stretch languidly in front of the window.

He belatedly noticed it. The curtains had been pushed back the whole time, leaving a view to any wandering eyes. He started to snatch the curtain and throw it closed when he saw the window from the neighboring building was lit. His hand dropped to his side as Ashley realized it was an office and somebody was actually inside the room. 

[memes-saved-me]

Harringrove Moodboard Master List

Crossovers

The Hunger Games

American Horror Story Hotel

Twilight

LOST

X-Men - X-Men[Redone]

Danger days - V1 / V2

San Junipero

The Goonies

Stardust

The Mummy

Blades of Glory

Practical Magic

Spideypool

Until Dawn

Alien

Karate Kid/Cobra Kai

Nick Danielson x Walter McKeys

Interview With The Vampire

Once Upon A Time In Hollywood

Death Becomes Him

Hades x Persephone

Pacific Rim

Tremors

Texas Chainsaw

The Witcher

The Last Of Us

Halloween/Horror Crossovers

The Corpse Bride

Little Shop of Horrors

Scream

Fright Night

The Evil Dead

Friday The 13th

Upside Down Apocalypse

Ghost/Demon Hunter Couple

The Fog

AUs

Late Nights

Actor x Musician

Murder Boyfriends

Crime Boss x Detective

Baseballer x Son of Team Owner

California Dreamin'

Roman Gladiator x Emperor's Son

Pirate x Merman

When The Sun Saw The Moon

The Summer of '86

Died last night in my dreams...

Victorian Era

Arcade

Forbidden Love

Haunted Car

Formula One

When The Moon Saw The Sun

The Warmth of The Spring Sun

Cowboy x Outlaw

Rat King

Nurse Steve

Harringrove Big Bang 2021

Eve of Destruction

The Darkest Path

Agitation (or disturbance of the mind)

The Tin Man Series

A Boy Built to Die Young

Friends of Dorothy, Beware

What The Tin Man Lacks

What's Down The Yellow Brick Road

[gijoe365]

155: “Budo" G.I. Joe “Real American Hero” Series 7, 1988

For those of you who don’t know already, this project is entirely rooted in personal nostalgia. That’s why I started it, and that is the lens I am looking through whenever I do a piece for it. As an 11 yr old boy, this figure was very exciting. I loved anything to do with martial arts and ninjas, etc. When 042 Storm Shadow v1 came out in 1984, he was the first REALLY ninja-looking figure that was released. Snake Eyes v1 from 82/83 was clad all in black and felt like a ninja for sure, but Storm Shadow REALLY looked like a ninja. Anyways, Budo is technically a samurai, but as a kid he immediately became a part of my ninja team. If I’m being honest, there were NUMEROUS figures both Joe and Cobra that were not at all ninjas by design, but looked cool enough that they got drafted into my little ninja team. That is the beauty of toys, childhood, and imagination: it can be a launching point; it can be whatever you want.

Through my current art/design eyes, Budo is a really cool design with a lot of really nice details. I love his colour scheme, and that red sword has a beautiful shape to it. As a kid, that red sword was for sure my most treasured of all the swords. Budo also has a hook on his right hip that either his sheathed sword or sai could hang from as well.

Budo makes for the six total “ninja” figures at this point. Sort ‘em yourself at : http://gijoe365.com/

[fantasizeboy]

@onelifetoliv

While some of their generation had Netflix and Chill mastered, Olivia and Ashley had crafted the art of Netflix and Study. An hour and a half was devoted to helping the other with any upcoming assignments or tests, and the rest of the evening belonged to whatever show or movie they ended up watching. 

Flash cards were still scattered across the coffee table as they left academic pursuits behind for the night and moved onto the streaming party. Ashley put Liv in charge of the remote as he made a couple trips between the kitchen and the den, piling snacks and a couple drinks on the coffee table. His dog Pongo followed his every step, tiny nose in the air and big eyes hoping to spot a morsel her owner might drop. 

“So, how did your tutoring go?” he asked while twisting the top off his bottle of water and getting comfortable on the couch. Pongo jumped up and settled between the two of them, looking like an oddly round and fluffy throw pillow. “That was this week, right?”

[fantasizeboy]

@the-back-a-me-feckin-hand

It’s been going around in whispers and social talks among most of the students on campus: the growing nearness of the year’s most romantic holiday. Ashley can’t help but be aware of Valentine’s Day regardless. Brightly colored balloons hover overhead at most stores, and so are large racks of greeting cards full of perfectly tailored sentiments to any special someone in a person’s life. Or there are stuffed animals embellished with hearts and accompanied with candies. 

While it’s incredibly early into their budding relationship, he wants to do something for Daniel. Idle moments are spent wondering what he could do until a fairly simple if cliche idea comes to him: flowers. A trip to the florist later, Ashley has a bouquet of a dozen red roses and baby’s breath ordered and set to be delivered around lunch to Daniel’s office. In the card, he writes in as neat of handwriting as he can muster, Call me. I want to see you tonight. In signing it, he draws a small heart before his name. 

Then it becomes a waiting game until the big day arrives. Ashley watches the clock, unable to stop himself, as he works on one of his papers. Given the time of day, Daniel should be getting the flowers soon. About twenty minutes later, his phone screen lights up and the device shivers on top of his desk until Ashley scoops it up. 

“Hey,” he answers, sounding as buoyant as he feels. “Did you get your delivery?”  

[fantasizeboy]

@the-back-a-me-feckin-hand​

The gym is a sanctuary away from all the other noise in his life. It’s a place where Ashley can purely focus on himself, on his body, and even his mind. On the treadmill, he can think or entirely zone out as he clocks in a mile, two, then three with ease. With weights, it’s about the number of reps, good form, and breathing.

Today is no exception. Most of the morning has gone by with few others working out. By now, the small number that had been populating the machines has dwindled down to two: himself and one other man Ashley keeps noticing from afar. 

Earbuds are pulled free and left to dangle around his neck as Ashley climbs off the leg press machine and snatches up a towel. He dabs his face and neck and gently squeezes the sweat drenched hair plastered to his forehead. While he takes the opportunity to cool down, he becomes a subtle observer. 

The other man isn’t someone that he’s seen before during his regular work out times. Granted, he’s just recently joined this gym since it’s closer to his apartment. With dark hair and eyes, this guy is already appealing. But it’s hard to ignore the hard lines of his body. 

And perhaps all of that is just enough to spur Ashley into motion. Towel draped around his neck, he makes his way over to where the other is still working out. 

“Hey,” he greets, all smiles and pleasantry. “I hate to bother you, but...” He quirks a thumb over his shoulder, indicating a piece of equipment he knows all too well how to use. “Do you know how to work that machine?” 

[fantasizeboy]

@misshclly​

               “    Hey,    before    ya    make    FUN    of    me    bein’    up    here,    hear    me    out    !!    ”    She    says.    It    might    look    funny    for    the    small    girl    to    be    on    the    counter.    One    could    argue    that    she    just    wants    to    be    tall.    But,    in    fact,    that    is    absolutely    NOT    the    reason.    No,    the    reason    is    her    fear    of    bugs.    “    So    like    there    was    this    giant    spider    on    the    floor    over    by    the    couch    and    I    tries    to    smash    it    with    a    broom,    and    it    just    crawled    to    god    knows    where    !!    And    now    I’m    stuck    up    here    !!    Ya    gotta    help    me    out,    man    !!    ”

   His palms raise in surrender. “Okay, no judgement,” Ashley replies gently. It’s his last intention to make fun of her---if anything, he hopes to eradicate the thing so she feels safe enough to leave the counter. “So...last known location was by the couch, right?” He slips his phone out of his pocket and turns on the flashlight, aiming it along the floor near the furniture and looking for anything with several crawly legs. “I’ll see if I can find it and get rid of it for you.” 

[fantasizeboy]

verse tag drop! since i finally came up with something. what a world.  I’ll write up a proper page for these one day.

[fantasizeboy]

@the-back-a-me-feckin-hand

continued from here

It always starts like this: the end. Some of his relationships unravel quickly with jealousy, anger, and spite, but he’s been hoping this wouldn’t come to such a rapid close. At least, that’s how it feels to Ashley. 

He’s been in this same place before, the same situation, heard I can’t do this anymore various ways. Porn is always the major pitfall of the young man’s romantic endeavors. 

His gaze drops to the floor as those words sting, leaving behind a greater hurt than he expects. Even if this is new, there’s something he genuinely enjoys about being with Daniel. “Okay,” is the quiet response. Hands reach for the messenger bag he’d let fall beside the couch. There’s a metallic jingle as he withdraws his keys and stands. 

Hesitation leads him to hover there for a moment, lips parting to say anything that might be a balm to Daniel’s upset. But nothing helpful comes to mind, and Ashley makes his way to the door. Three feet before he reaches it, he stops. Leaving now seems like too much of a guarantee that this won’t work, and despite his personal reluctance or fear of judgement, they need to talk about this. It’s inevitable.  

A few quick paces returns him to the other room. His knuckles are white as he clutches his keys in his fist, the metal biting into the flesh of his palm. “Happy’s not the word I’d use to describe it.”