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The Boys (Soldier Boy x Female!Supe!Reader)

Chapter 2: The Only Man In The Sky

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"You sure you wanna go see her?" Bethany asked me after I called her on the phone the next day. "Not really but...it must be important if she's contacting me." I said. "I'm not sure if I like it." Bethany said and I giggled. "I'll be okay, Mom." I laughed, sarcastically. "Hey, I know you can handle yourself but...I still worry." Bethany said. "I appreciate it." I said as I pace along the living room.

*3rd Person POV*

M.M. hears a knocking at his door and he goes to answer it. He opens it and sees Butcher standing there, his hands behind his back, and he lets out a sigh. “All right, mate?” Butcher asked him and Janine, M.M.’s daughter comes up next to her father. “Bloody hell, Janine. You shot up. You remember your Uncle Billy, don't you?” He asked and the girl stares at him before nodding, slightly.

”Here. I got this for you.” Butcher said as he pulls out a box of a Lego set of Vought tower. “You and your dad can build it together. 523 pieces of family fun.” Butcher said and M.M. glares at him.

Later, Janine starts on working on the Lego set while Butcher and M.M. talk. “Okay, one, you don't just pop up here. You call first. And, two, eff Soldier Boy. I don't give a mothereffin' doo-doo how he checked out.” M.M. argued. “Ah, bollocks. He didn't die like no hero. I'll wager he went out on his knees, begging like a right cսոt.” Butcher said. “What the f...” M.M. grumbles then he exhales a she gesture to his daughter, who heard them. “Sorry, love.” Butcher tells her then he continues to talk, quietly.

”Look, if there's a weapon out there that killed Soldier Boy, then it can kill Homelander. And that's got to be worth something. Now, we're working our way through his old team. Frenchie and Kimiko are starting with the Crimson Countess, and I'm gonna hit up Gunpowder and Mystic Shade.” Butcher said. “Sounds like you got everything covered.” M.M. said. “This ain't just anyone. It's Soldier Boy. You could close the book on him once and for all. For your dad. Your family.” Butcher said.

”Fuck off with that shit.” M.M. growls then he starts to breath, heavily, before he continues. “My father died hunched over a desk, obsessing over a dead man, while he was ignoring his two living children. And I almost did the same thing to her.” M.M. said as he gestures to his daughter and Butcher looks over at her then back at his old friend.

”Thanks for coming by.” M.M. said and Butcher sighs. “You're doing a bang-up job with her, mate.” Butcher said and he goes to leave but then M.M. sighs. “Butcher, hold on a second. I might have one thing.” He said then he goes to his room and into his closet and pulls out a file that his father had on Soldier Boy.

Meanwhile, (y/n) and Bethany enter Voughtland and see all the kids running around, laughing and screaming, as their parents try to keep up with them or buy them the overpriced food and merchandise. “It’s crazy here.” Bethany said as her and (y/n), who was wearing jeans and a hoodie with the hood up, walk along the park. “Yeah, Vought has gone more chaotic with The Seven than they did with Payback.” (Y/n) mutters as they walk.

“You jealous?” Bethany asked her and (y/n) scoffs. “Fuck no.” She said and Bethany laughs as they go to the theater, where there was a poster that advertised the showing of Soldier Boy’s life. (Y/n) stops and stares at it as a memory pops up in her head.

Flashback

*(y/n)’s POV*

It had been months since Ben and I were sent overseas with the army to help out what we could. But we also did some film and photography for Vought as they brought a filmmaker and a photographer to get us to recreate certain moments of the war. And in between those moments or fights, Ben and I got to know each other a bit better. He was a bit cocky and full of himself and a bit rude but…he had this charm about him that I was attracted to.

And now the war was finally over and all the surviving troops were celebrating as was everyone around the world. Ben and I were sitting at the busy bar as the troops were cheering, laughing, singing and talking loudly as they all drink copious amount of beer.

I smiled at the scene, feeling relieved that this mess was all behind us. But I was also feeling dread as that meant I had to go back to my bastard of a husband. “You good?” Ben’s voice asked and I shake myself out of my thoughts and look over at him. “Yeah…just…” I laugh a bit softly. “Just still surprised that it is over.”

“You don’t sound very thrilled about it.” Ben points out. “No, I’m happy it’s over. I just…” I then trail off. “You don’t want to go back home?” Ben asked me and I sighed. “Is it that obvious?” I asked him. “Yeah…” he said and I turn my head to look at him. “You know, we’ve been getting to know each other these last few months and you still haven’t told me about…Adam, was it?” Ben asked and I sighed as I take another long sip of my beer.

”Well, I’m sure you know my backstory is a load of garbage. I wasn’t born with these powers…they were forced upon me.” I explained as Ben listens to me. “My darling husband…” I sneered before I continued. “…he faked a doctor’s appointment for me when really it was for me to get a shot of Compound V and get these powers.”

Ben’s eyes widen at this then it furrows in anger. “He what?” He asked me and I scoff out a small laugh at this. “Yeah, right ol’ bastard. I wanted to divorce him when I found out but…” I stopped then take another drink. “He basically told me I couldn’t do that, be it would ruin my career before it even began.” I added and Ben did look angry after I explained.

”That son of a bitch. I should go have a word with him when we get back.” Ben said and I place a hand on his arm. “No, don’t.” I plead to him. “Why?” He asked me. “I’ve seen what happens when you have a word with people. It would just make everything worse. Besides, I don’t want to put you in any trouble.” I said and Ben raise an eyebrow at me.

��Look, let’s just enjoy this night and not worry about my failing marriage.” I said and he gives me this look then sighs. “Fine.” He mutters as he takes a sip of his beer. The rest of the night went uneventful as we enjoyed the party until it was time to get ready to head back home.

But once we got home and saw the press just swarming the airport to mainly get to me and Ben, Ben did something I was not expecting. Once we got off the plane, we waved at the press as they took many pictures and the people from the news report came out to film us. Then Ben turns to me, takes my chin to make me look at him then kissed me right there in front of God and everyone.

I hear the crowd go absolutely crazy but I was too stunned and shocked at what just happened and what is happening. And the terrible thing is I didn’t want it to end, this was honestly the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life. And even though there was a part of my mind that was screaming at me to tell Ben to stop, to push him away, I couldn’t bring myself to do that.

So, I kissed him back and I could tell that is what he wanted me to do as I feel his lips curl up into a smile as we continued to kiss. Moments later, we break the kiss and I felt breathless once his lips were away from mine and I raise my eyes to look at him and he gives me that damn flirty grin I’ve come to like so much.

”Maybe that’ll help with your little problem.” He mutters to me before he winks then turns to the crowd as he puts an arm around my shoulders and waves at them. I stood there and I’m sure I just looked mystified and confused because my mind was running for miles as I realized what he just did.

And I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing.

“What the hell is this?!” Adam asked me as he holds up the paper the next morning. “What’s what?” I asked him. I was sitting at the table in the little kitchen area of my room at Vought Tower and Adam just came in after going out to get the paper. He slams the paper down on the table in front of me and the first thing I saw was a photo of me and Ben kissing. And the title reading: America’s Newest Sweethearts?

”How long?” Adam asked me, angrily. “How long what?” I asked him. “Don’t play dumb! Now, tell me the truth, how long have you been fucking him behind my back?!” Adam asked me and I stare at him, stunned. “Are you crazy?! I mean, is that what you actually think of me?!” I asked him then he slams his hands on the table again.

”I’ve seen the way you look at him! And I know you’re still angry with me for what I did but I never thought you’d go this low!” He yells. “Because I wouldn’t! That kiss was something Ben came up all on his own. I didn’t expect it!” I argued. “And yet, from what I heard, you didn’t reject it!” Adam shouted and I glared at him.

“It’s just a publicity stunt! To make the people go crazy, okay! It’s for the money, get over it!” I spat at him and he looks at me surprised. “Are you serious?” He asked me. “What? I thought this was what you wanted. Me being a Supe to make money for us. You know how Vought works. They’ll do anything to gain the public’s approval.” I sneered and he huffs at me.

Then he turns and starts to walk out. “Where the hell you going?” I asked him. “Out.” Adam growls as he slams the door and I scoff.

*3rd Person POV*

Ben was walking towards his room in Vought Tower, seething with anger. He had just been to see his father and showed off him being the hero. But he didn’t get the hero’s welcome he expected from his father. His father told him he wasn’t a real man, that he took a shortcut and told him he was a disappointment, probably one of the worst things a father could say to their child.

He heard a door slam but he ignored it as he makes it to the door of his room. He goes to unlock the door when he heard stomping footsteps then a voice calls out to him, in an angry tone. “You!” The voice said and Ben shuts his eyes for a moment, really not in the mood to deal with anyone.

”Look, Buddy…” Ben started to say as he looks over and sees it is Adam that is coming towards him. Adam then grabs him by the collar of his shirt then slams him up against the wall. “You son of a bitch! You think you can take her away from me!” Adam shouts at Ben. “I’m only gonna say this once, cocksucker. If you still want your teeth, then I suggest you let go and back away from me.” Ben threatens, in a low calm voice.

But Adam wasn’t having it. “What gives you the right to kiss (y/n) when you know she’s my wife?!” Adam asked him. “You could have any woman you want, but you go and kiss her! You can’t have (y/n), she’s mine!”

“You know what I think? I think a piece of shit like you doesn’t deserve a woman like (y/n)!” Ben growls as the sound of a door opening was heard. “And you do?!” Adam asked as hurried footsteps come up and Ben grabs Adam’s hands and shoves him towards the other side of the hall.

”Boys, stop!” (Y/n)’s voice shrieks as she gets in between the boys. Ben was about to walk towards Adam, who continued to glare at him, but (y/n) turns to Ben. “Ben, Ben, Ben….hey, hey, look at me…look at me…” she said as Ben death stared at Adam but then he looks over at (y/n).

For some weird reason, just looking at her calmed him down a little as she places her hands on his shoulder. “Ben? Since when were you two on a first name basis?” Adam asked (y/n), upset, and she turns to face him. “What does that matter? Just be grateful I’m not letting him beat you to a pulp right now!” She exclaims as she glares at her husband. The two stare at each other for a few silence moments before Adam sighs.

”You know what, (y/n)? You’re gonna get your wish.” Adam said then he walks off and (y/n) lets out a sigh before she turns to Ben, who is about to enter his room. “Ben, I am so sorry…” she started to say but Ben shakes his head. “I’m not trying to be an asshole but I really don’t want to talk right now, (y/n).” Ben grumbles and he enters his room and shuts the door.

(y/n) frowns at this as her heart felt broken then she makes her way back to her room. She shuts the door and started to burst into tears, letting out the emotions she didn’t know she was holding in. She wipes her eyes then looks over at the cabinet that held some bourbon.

She normally doesn’t drink a lot but the whole bottle of bourbon was sounding good right now. So she goes to the cabinet, grabs the bottle and begins to drink from it.

Present Day

(Y/n) continued to stare at the poster until Bethany comes up to her and places a hand on her arm. “(Y/n)?” She said and (y/n) pulls out of her thoughts and looks over at her friend. “You ready?” She asked and (y/n) sighs. “Not really…but let’s do it.” She said and they head inside the theater as does Frenchie and Kimiko.

They get inside and take a seat and Bethany pats her friend’s shoulder. “You sure you’re gonna be okay seeing this?” She asked (y/n). “I think so.” (Y/n) mutters, unsure. The lights start to dim and the screen comes on as it starts to play the film.

"Soldier Boy grew up in the birthplace of American liberty. Born poor on the mean streets of South Philadelphia, he learned the values of hard work, tenacity and bravery. He used those values to prove America's exceptionalism to the world." The narrator of the film said as it shows various pictures of Soldier Boy's life. Then it shows a clip of Soldier Boy in the trenches with the American soldiers.

"Okay, boys, let's give these Krauts some hell." Soldier Boy said and he leads the men on out into the battlefield. (Y/n) bites her lips as she remembers those days. "He and his partner, Mystic Shade, defended us against the encroaching Red Menace." The narrator said as it goes to another clip and shows Soldier Boy and (y/n) in the Congress, which takes (y/n) by surprise as she sees herself sitting next to Soldier Boy. "Congress, we have a list right here of avowed Communists." He said as he holds up a file.

"He helped guide America into a brighter future, and along the way, he found the love of a good woman..." the narrator said as it shows Soldier Boy and Mystic Shade, their arms around each other and a smile on their faces. (Y/n) lets out a heavy sigh and Bethany turns to her and places an arm around her. She gives her a concerned look but (y/n) nods, assuredly.

"...which made his sacrifice all the more noble, when he gave his life saving us from a nuclear holocaust." The narrator said as it shows a melted down nuclear power plant. Then the screen goes black. "Please join us in saluting Soldier Boy." The narrator said and there was scattered applause.

Then a spotlight comes on and the screen slides up to reveal Crimson Countess walk out onto the stage and begins to sing. “Fuckin’ hell.” (Y/n) grumbles, annoyed.

When the night was dark

And the dawn was cold

From sea to shining sea and mountains' majesty

He did it all For the red, white and the bold

'Cause he's America's son

As she sings, she brings her hands together and uses her power to shootout the red ball of energy she makes. It goes flying over head and the ball of energy explodes and engulfs the room in red light as Countess continues to sing.

A shining beacon of freedom

He's America's son

After the show, Countess was in her dressing room and was crushing up some pills as the door opens. "At your request, Countess." The voice of her manager said and Countess looks up at her mirror and sees the familiar face of her old partner. "Well, well, well, never thought I'd see you here, Misty." Countess said with a smile as (y/n) pulls back her hoodie.

"I mean, you're basically a recluse. Some people even think you're dead." Countess taunts as (y/n) glares at her. "What do you want, Crimson?" She asked as she folds her arms across her chest. Countess turns in her seat to look at her. "Can't I say hi to an old friend?" Countess asked. "You and I are nowhere near close enough to be considered friends." (Y/n) sneered and Countess gives a fake offended look.

"Oh, my dear, Misty...." Countess said, dramatically, and (y/n) rolled her eyes at this. She always hated it when Countess called her this name, it irritated her to no end which she figured that's why Countess does that. "Are you still mad that Ben and I dated?" Countess asked her. "I don't know...you mad that he dumped you to get back together with me?" (Y/n) asked, snarky, and Countess drops the act.

"No, actually. I really don't give a fuck." Countess said as she goes back to her table then starts to inhale some of the crushed up pills she made. "But I will say one good thing about him, he was great in the sack." Countess said and (y/n) rolls her eyes.

"Why the hell am I here, Countess?" (Y/n) asked and Countess turns to her. "Well, seems like that whole Girls Get It Done shit has been a big deal lately. And I figured maybe get us girls back together from the old team." Crimson said and (y/n) glares at her.

"You know, you, me and Tessa. We could show those bitches in The Seven who the real female heroes are." Crimson said and (y/n) shakes her head. "Not just no but fuck no!" (Y/n) said and Crimson was taken aback. "Well, why not? I mean, clearly you're not doing anything! Tessa and Thomas are apparently gonna host Herogasm here in a few days and of course I've had a music career." Crimson said. "And I like it that way. I got out of Payback for a reason, Countess!" (Y/n) shouts.

"Yeah because you were becoming a washed up Supe and Ben isn't around to fuck you senseless like the dirty whore you really are!" Crimson accused and (y/n) snaps as she waves her hand and Crimson goes flying back and hits the wall, hard. (Y/n) starts to breath heavily as she glares daggers at her old partner until she looks down at her hand, which was shaking.

"You can never even begin to THINK what I've been through the last forty years!" (Y/n) growls as she glares at Crimson, who gets up. "Oh boo-hoo, you're boyfriend died and now you live all alone in some farmhouse in Kansas. Get the fuck over yourself, Misty." Crimson sneers. "Fuck you!" (Y/n) spat and the two women continue to glare at each other before (y/n) turns and heads for the door.

"Go fuck a chimp, Crimson." (Y/n) spat and she slams the door behind her, puts her hood up and walks out of the room and down the hall, passing by Frenchie and Kimiko as they get ready for their visit with Crimson Countess.

After dusting herself off of the confrontation, Countess goes to sit by her dressing table and gathers up more pills and crushes them. "Next!" Countess shouts as she goes to snort up the crushed up drugs and exhales as the door opens, Kimiko and Frenchie enter her room. "You seem a little old for the Countess Tea Package." Countess said once she looks up and notices them. "We're young at heart." Frenchie said as Kimiko comes up to Countess and holds up her phone to show her what she typed.

I like your music

"Oh, sweetie. Can't you talk?" Countess asked Kimiko after she read her message. Kimiko shakes her head, shyly, and Countess smiles at her. "Would you like to hear something new?" She asked her and Kimiko nods. "Okay." Countess said and she leads Kimiko to her laptop to bring up a music video while Frenchie is looking around the room.

Chimps don't cry

No, chimps

Don't cry...

"You know that chimps are physically incapable of crying? But that doesn't mean they're not crying on the inside." Countess said, dramatically, and she goes to look at the video while Kimiko turns to Frenchie and begins to sign language to him.

She's nice.

She's nuts!

No, she's not.

Let's get it over with!

Fine.

Kimiko then turns to Countess and grabs her. "Wh-What are you..." Countess shouts when Kimiko slams her up against the wall. "Wh-What are you...Ow!" Countess screams as Kimiko hits her. "Don't let her hands touch!" Frenchie shouts and Kimiko separates Countess' hands. "Ow! Let go of me, you bitch." Countess shouts as Frenchie comes up next to her while Kimiko holds her up against the wall.

"No fireball if your hands don't touch, oui? You stay quiet and relax. She will hurt you." Frenchie tells her. "What do you want?" Countess asked him. "We want to know about Soldier Boy." Frenchie said. "What the fսck do you care about Soldier Boy?" Countess asked, confused. "We want the truth about Soldier Boy, not the merde you've been giving us in your appalling show. How did he die? Who killed him? Talk." Frenchie demands.

"The show is the truth, mοthеrfսckеr." Countess said as there was another knock and the door opens as a kid and her parents come in. "He died a hero." Countess tells them just as they hear the family coming in.

Seizing the opportunity, Countess knocks Kimiko off of her then runs out of the room. Frenchie and Kimiko then chase after her as she runs out of the building and out into the park.

Countess shoves people out of the way then turns around to see Frenchie and Kimiko still gaining up on her. She stops, brings her hands together and shoots her fireball at the duo but they duck and the fireball hits the man in the Homelander costume, making blood and guts explode everywhere.

People and children began to scream but with some of the people near the mascot were protected by a force field. Frenchie and Kimiko jumped back at this as kids and adults scream, cry and run as does Countess.

Frenchie turns around and sees the white hoodie woman again, her arms were stuck out in front of her. They share a look before the woman lowers her arms and runs the opposite direction and it suddenly clicked with him who she was. "Putain de merde! That was Mystic Shade!" Frenchie said as Kimiko looks in time to see the woman run then signs at him.

Should we go after her?

"Butcher said he was gonna deal with her." Frenchie said as he takes her arm and Kimiko looks around to see a few kids still looking frighten and distraught at the man in the Homelander mascot costume, or what was left of him, before she and Frenchie leave the park.

*(y/n)’s POV*

Bethany pulls up to my house as I sigh. “You okay?” She asked me, for what had to be the hundredth time. “Yes, I’m fine. Just…wasn’t expecting any of that.” I said. “It looked like she was attacking those two people. Did you see them?” Bethany asked me and I nod.

“But I don’t know why. That’s what’s bugging me.” I said as I think. “Well, I’ll talk to you later.” I said as I get out of her car. “Okay…” Bethany said as I shut her car door and head into my house.

I entered the house and give a sigh of relief before I head to the kitchen. “You have a lovely house.” A male voice, with a cockney accent, greets and I jumped a bit to see a man with black hair, a beard, jeans, black shirt and a long black leather jacket, sitting at my kitchen table.

”Who the hell are you?” I asked him, angrily. “Billy Butcher, love.” He introduces as he nods to me and I realized this is the man that Maeve told me she was working with on capturing out of control Supes. “I just thought I’d pop by and ask you a few questions.” Butcher asked me as I go over to my liquor cabinet and take out a bottle of whiskey.

”I thought I told Maeve that I didn’t want to be bothered.” I said with a growl as I grab a couple of glasses. “She did tell me that but…I thought different.” Butcher tells me and I glare over at him. “So, from what I understand, you and Soldier Boy were close, right?” Butcher asked me and I begin to pour a glass of whiskey. “Okay, to save you time, yes, Soldier Boy and I were a thing. We had been on and off through out the years. In hindsight, we kept breaking up because of just stupid petty stuff but he would always find a way to win me back. Anything else you want me to answer, re-read that file I gave to Maeve.” I tell him.

”Well, before I go, there’s something I want you to elaborate on.” He said and I sighed, realizing this man is not gonna leave, and I pick up the second glass. “Would you like a drink?” I asked him as I hold up the whiskey bottle. “Oh, how very courteous of you.” Butcher said, in a bit of a surprised tone.

”Just being a good host, even if you were a surprise guest.” I said as I pour him a drink. Then I pick up my glass and his glass and I walk over to the table and hand him his glass. “Thank you.” He said and he takes a sip.

”Maeve’s told me about your rivalry with Homelander and how you think all Supes are bad. But I will tell you this, Mr Butcher, not all of us are like Homelander. I know you don’t want to hear it but it’s the truth. All I want is to live a normal life and put that life behind me.” I said and Butcher rolls his eyes towards the ceiling. “I appreciate your honesty, but it’s the actions of many of those cunts against your word that makes it hard to believe you.” He replied.

”Believe whatever you want, Mr Butcher. As for me, all I want is to be left alone.” I said, taking a sip of my whiskey. “You know I visited your old teammate, Gunpowder.” Butcher said and I lowered my glass, glaring at him. “And let’s just say, things didn’t go well.” Butcher said and I feel my heart sink. “Did you kill him?” I asked him and he nods.

I gasped and closed my eyes as I turn my head away. “Not the response I expected…” Butcher said and I turned back to him. “He was a kid when he joined the team. Poor boy.” I said, sadly. “Huh? See, I heard you didn’t really like any of your teammates.” Butcher said. “Yes, some of them I didn’t get along with but Gunpowder was just an eager kid, trying to prove himself. I looked after him, made sure he didn’t fall down the same rabbit hole a lot of young Supes do.” I said.

“And yet, he put in a complaint about Soldier Boy’s abuse.” Butcher tells me. “I did the best I could with Soldier Boy. He would get in a few hits on Gunpowder but I always intervened if I saw he was about to go overboard.” I said as Butcher takes a swig at his drink.

”And did he ever abuse you?” He asked me. “No! He never did.” I replied, firmly. There was a long bit of silence between us before I go back to my drink. “Look, all I want to know is what happened to him? How did he die? Because I know that crap Vought pushed out is a load of bullocks.” Butcher said and I sighed.

”If I tell you what I know, will you leave me alone?” I asked him and Butcher stares at me then nods. “I don’t know what killed him. I was knocked out and when I came to, the others told me he was killed. We were in Nicaragua, '84, working with the CIA.” I said and Butcher furrowed his brow. “CIA?” He said, confused, and I nodded. “Who was the case officer?” Butcher asked me and I had to think. “Oh, fuck, what was her name….uh, Grace? Uh, Grace...Grace Mallory, that’s it!” I said, snapped my finger, and Butcher looked surprised by this.

”Judging by the look on your face, I’m guessing you know her?” I asked him. “Yes, yes, I do.” He said, determined, and he gets up from his chair. “Thank you for the drink and the talk. As promised, I will leave you be.” Butcher said and he leaves the kitchen then walks out the front door of my house.

I let out a sigh of relief and run my hands over my eyes. “What a fucking day.” I grumbled.

That night, I was cleaning up Ben’s old shield as I had the TV playing, which is broadcasting Homelander’s birthday. I didn’t really give a shit but I needed something playing in the background. “So let's give it up for Starlight and the man of the hour himself, Homelander!” A-Train said, who was wearing this colorful version of his old suit. I guess from the colors he is representing Africa; which from what Maeve told me about him, he is the last person to do something like this.

Music plays and cheers were heard as Starlight and Homelander go on stage as Homelander and A-Train shake hands then he leaves. “Wow, I'm so honored to be with you guys tonight to celebrate my dear friend and mentor Homelander. I'm here to do more than wish you a happy birthday, though. I'm thrilled to be announcing a project that is near and dear to my heart.” Starlight said and I snort as her saying Homelander is her mentor.

Yeah, I bet he is. I thought as I finished polishing the shield then look up at the TV. “The Starlight House is a nonprofit foundation dedicated to helping homeless and at-risk youth.” Starlight starts to explain until a voice shouts. “Hey, Homelander! Your Nazi died!”

”Well, damn.” I muttered as the crowd murmurs. “Homelander...He's just, he's a human. He's just like the rest of us. And we all make mistakes, right? But we all deserve second chances. In that spirit, Homelander has agreed to donate $10 million...” Starlight said then she laughs softly. “…to the Starlight House, which is, I mean...” she said and there was applause then Homelander says. “No.”

”Give...Come on. Give it up.” Starlight said as Homelander shakes his head. “No.” He said. “Give it up for this guy.” Starlight said as she was trying to control the situation but Homelander looked like he was done. “No. No. No.” Homelander said and the applause stops and the crowd goes quiet. “Starlight lied to you just now. She did. I don't make mistakes. I'm not just like the rest of you. I'm stronger. I'm smarter. I'm better. I am better. I'm not some weak-kneed fսcking crybaby that goes around fսcking apologizing all the time. And why the fսck would you want me to be?” Homelander said then he looks straight at the camera.

“Don't you dare stop rolling, Roger!” He shouts and I just couldn’t believe what I was seeing. This man is losing his mind. “All my life, people have tried to control me. My whole life. Rich people, powerful people have tried to muzzle me, cancel me, keep me impotent and obedient, like I'm a fսcking puppet. You know what? It worked. Because I allowed it to work. And guess what? If they can control me, then you can bet your ass they can control you. They already do. You just don't realize it.” Homelander said and I nod a bit as I was kinda agreeing with him there.

”I'm done. I am done apologizing. I am done being persecuted for my strength. You people should be thanking Christ that I am who and what I am, because you need me. You need me to save you. You do. I am the only one who possibly can. You're not the real heroes. I'm the real hero. I'm the real hero.” He said and the whole place stays silent and I shake my head. “And you lost me, crazy asshole.” I muttered and I shut my TV off.

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#fandom #fanfic #fan fiction #reader insert #x reader #fan fic writing #jensen ackles #soldier boy #the boys #the boys tv #soldier boy x y/n #soldier boy x you #soldier boy x reader #fan fic update #tv show fandom #tv shows #superhero

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m1ssunderstanding · 10 months ago

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Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 19

Linda looks so good in this sort of not-quite-right preppy style. I think it fits who she was as a person in this time so well, and that’s one of the things I love about Linda is that she just dresses up as herself. You know? Like she wears things that are true to her and she doesn’t care if that means a mini-skirt in January or hairy pits on stage. And that confidence and introspection and happiness is so, so attractive.

And that is why they love him. (you know, besides the fact that he’s a piano prodigy or whatever) So secure. BDE off the charts.

Linda talking photography with whoever that other photographer guy is.

George: what could it be, Paul? John: jumps to answer for Paul like it's 1964 and they're at a press conference.

What do we think? John cut himself shaving? Or is it a hickey?

It ends up that John’s meeting must’ve fallen through at 1:30, so Paul is the only one gone. And it seems to me that John purposely plans this time when Paul’s gone to talk to George and Ringo about Klein. George: er, what did you want to talk about? John: er, well, just that I saw Klein, you know. . . . but I want to tell you all at once, you know, so it’s not . . . Sure, John. Cut to 1971 John talking about “doing a job” and “maneuvering” to get those two on the Klein boat. smh. sad.

But, really, for a guy who admits to having been a manipulator since primary school, he’s so easily manipulated. John. A man who you just met cannot know you as well as a man you’ve known since you were seventeen. No matter how he flattered you, it’s just not possible. The way he said it with such conviction, too! He sincerely believes this bullshit.

“Old Brown Shoe” is not my favorite lol but I’m so happy for George. To me, it sounds like it’s about leaving old roles, old patterns, old relationships, the beatles, behind in favor of something more exciting and fun. Good for him.

I know this is a “yeah, duh” comment, but Billy is such a gifted musician. Instantly catching on to the stylophone, jumping on guitar the minute George is on piano. So impressive.

Ugh, the tone of voice John takes with George. They’re all messing around, as they constantly do, including George, when John decides it’s time to focus. He says, “George, come on,” in literally the most condescending voice. As if George has been the only one derailing everything out of his own immaturity and John’s finally losing his patience. I can’t. He’s not fourteen, anymore, John.

One more quick Linda appreciation because she's so cool and so pretty and I love her so much.

I wonder if they actually did have a “tune up” as George Martin put it, after teasing him that they wouldn’t. It just cuts off from John being like “remember Bob Wooler” to them doing a take of “Don’t Let Me Down.”

John singing “I need you” at Paul (who is very passionately shaking that maraca). Not I want you. I need you. And making These Faces as he plays the guitar. Like, to be clear, those are not singing faces. He's not singing while he's doing that. He's just doing that. He looks so horny and in so much pain. Bro. How do you do that with God and everyone watching?

At which point, Paul decides he needs to get completely out-of-it stoned, and the most unwatchable one minute and seven seconds in all of Get Back occurs. “Grease Paint” my beloathed.

Oh, okay, George just constantly cleans his guitars. I think I remember reading an old beatlemania era article that said while John and Paul treat their guitars as tools, George loves and cares for his.

And then we pan out as John says, “Allen Klein’s here,” and sings, “I want you so bad” in the same breath. What are our thoughts? Does John sincerely think he’s helping everyone by getting Klein? Or is it more selfish?

#paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

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caelenath · 1 year ago

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UsaMamo Week 2023 - Day 4: Beach

For @usamamoweek2023 day 4, my contribution is a preview of this untitled WIP that I thought would be done by now. Foiled again! 😅

Big shoutout to @random-mailbox who both inspired this piece and is helping with the pro photography tips (and is helping to run this wonderful event). 👏💖

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Summary:

The whole situation was any red-blooded man's dream—nine gorgeous women in swimwear, a dreamy sunset, and a legitimate excuse to ogle them from every angle.

But he had eyes for only one...

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Even before he arrived, the gig was pretty ideal–short, paying double his normal rate, and it gave him an excuse to go to the beach. He felt a little guilty for charging the extra money since he wasn't exactly a pro, just a guy with a hand-me-down camera trying to pay his tuition. But it was the client who had insisted because she was trying to book him so last minute, and university tuition wasn't cheap.

So he accepted the job even if it meant having to get Kobayashi to cover his TA session in the evening, and he was rewarded with a high-pitched squeal of gratitude that nearly blew his eardrum over the phone. She told him to "look for the one wearing black and white", then hung up before he could ask her to be more specific.

He arrived on the beach in the late afternoon, and was greeted by a brilliant, soul-soothing cobalt blue sky. Wispy clouds in the distance along the horizon promised a dazzling sunset backdrop in a little over an hour. Fifty-six to eighty-four minutes, to be exact, depending on what color sky his client wanted. He had a disturbingly accurate internal clock when it came to the sun's movements.

Feeling the heat of the day captured in the sand, he wished he'd been able to arrive earlier to have some extra time to enjoy the getaway. He had tried, but unfortunately, his lab partner chose this day to forget the boiling chips, and instead of accepting a lower mark for the failure, they chose to stay after class to repeat the experiment. Or rather, he chose to stay after, and his partner grudgingly followed suit to avoid looking inferior by comparison to their professor. It had been a risky decision, but with a little help from another disturbing ability of his, one that controlled the heating far better than boiling chips or the isomantle, they were able to redo the work in time for him to catch the train to Atami.

The cloying smell of artificial banana finally left his nose as he inhaled deeply the briny air. He couldn't wait to chuck his shoes and dig his toes into the warm sand. He needed both hands for now to carry his kit, but once the shoot was underway, he could happily traipse barefoot wherever his client wanted to go.

The beach wasn't as crowded by this time of day, and all along the water's edge, he could see the divots and partially melted sand castles left behind by families who had already gone home. The people who remained were mostly couples making eyes and PDA.

His client had said this photoshoot was for her and her friends, a celebration of their last year of high school, but gave scant specifics besides that. None, in fact. Still, as he looked up and down the beach, he discovered he needn't ever have worried about not being able to spot them. Rather, he knew them instantly.

Fifty paces or so to his right, beneath a cluster of palm trees, nine of the most beautiful women he had ever seen were gathered together, arranging each other's hair and swimsuit straps and chatting gaily like they didn't have a care in the world. They were such a striking group that he stood rooted in place for at least a minute, slack-jawed and unable to tear his eyes away. What were the odds they were a mirage?

After the initial shock wore off, he was intrigued by how different they looked from one another. Tall, short, light hair, dark hair, sporty suits and sexy cutouts–their individual looks ran a wide gamut.

With that unavoidable ogling out of the way, his recovering neanderthal brain finally noted something useful. The two blondes in the group were the ones wearing black and white suits while the rest of them wore mostly black ones. Some had accessories, also in black. They must have agreed on that being the theme in their photoshoot. The contrast against the sky would be stunning, like them, no matter what moment of dusk they caught.

He adjusted the strap of his kit bag on his shoulder nervously…and froze. He'd had every intention of just walking over to them a millisecond ago, but it suddenly caught up with him how intimidating it was to approach nine drop-dead gorgeous women, even if they were the ones who had hired him in the first place.

He admonished himself that this was a professional engagement and strode forward using a silly mental game that was childish, but nevertheless worked. In moments like this when he needed confidence he didn't have–and those moments increased relative to the number of people around him–he pretended he was someone important, someone who had reason to walk around with their chin held high and their shoulders square. A victorious superhero, a successful CEO, a powerful leader of a nation.

He would die of embarrassment if anyone ever found out about his game because he was the absolute opposite of those people–a struggling college student with no family and one shot at making something of his life. He didn't see any prospects outside of academics, and that was why he'd lived and breathed his schooling since he was a child. His camera had been an unexpected gift, a castoff albeit a very nice one from his friend's little sister when she decided she wanted to upgrade.

As he neared the group, the blonde in the center turned around, and all breath left his lungs as surely as if someone had punched him. She had huge blue eyes, wide azure pools that he found himself drowning in instantly, and not quite unwillingly. She seemed similarly shocked by his appearance, though for the life of him, he couldn't imagine why. Just a moment ago, she had been talking loudly and very animatedly, but now she stood stockstill, looking back at him as if he were a ghost.

Those enormous eyes blinked at him and he mirrored the reaction reflexively. They were getting close to the time when it would be considered rude to stare at someone for that long, but he was overwhelmed by the feeling that he knew her from somewhere. It wouldn't have been so strange considering how big and populous Tokyo was. Maybe they'd passed by each other somewhere, on the metro, in a conbini, at the library.

Except, if that were true, he would have remembered her. Aside from her breathtakingly perfect face, she had funny hair. Her almost knee-length golden locks were arranged in two pigtails that flowed from two, perfectly round odangos on top of her head. They were weird, but fitting somehow.

No, he was sure he had never seen before in his life. Yet he knew her. How was that possible??

After much too long, he was finally able to drag his eyes away from her face and look at the rest of her–which, in retrospect, was probably even less polite. But she was wearing the two colors he'd been instructed to look for. Specifically, a tiny white bikini with tiny black straps and tiny black trim. Everything about it practically begged him to look at her, from the way the pure white emphasized her creamy peach-pink skin to how the black edges formed triangular outlines that pointed at things he really shouldn't be looking at.

Luckily she recovered first and offered him a dazzling smile. It was full of unreserved welcome, something that was foreign to him, and he wondered how much confidence that took. The only word he could use to describe the glow around her was love, but that was preposterous because they were total strangers.

He searched hard for his tongue so he could stop being such a deer in headlights and speak. "Minako?"

The bright look on her face fell, and he winced inside at having done that to her, with the very first word he ever spoke to her, no less. He'd only been hoping she was the one who had called him. If she wasn't Minako, then he owed the real Minako a great debt for having created this opportunity for them to meet. Even if he had already screwed it up.

Keep it professional, his brain scolded him again. He was here to do a job, not meet a girl.

"No, that's me!" a voice chirped to his right, and he turned to the other blonde. She was wearing a bikini with broad black and white stripes, as well as a black hat and sunglasses with thick white frames, which she slid down her nose before introducing herself. Like all her friends, she too was incredibly beautiful, but something about her look said "drama" to him. Or at least, something less innocent than the odango girl.

"I'm Minako. Thank you again so so so so much for doing this."

"It's nothing," he said, feeling a little embarrassed by her effusiveness. It took more than a little effort to ignore the glint of gold hovering in the corner of his eye. "Where should I set up? Did you have particular shots in mind?"

"Yes!" Her response was instant, but from the way she paused afterward, he guessed the real answer was no. "Sunset? Is that too generic?"

"Not at all," he lied. "Your timing couldn't be more perfect. You'll have your pick of lighting for it, assuming we can get set up fast enough." He was glad for the excuse to look out over the water again, to regain some equilibrium as he stood in the midst of any red-blooded man's dream.

"We're ready to go," Minako said, sweeping a stern look across her circle of friends like a captain surveying his battalion.

"This isn't one of your volleyball games," the tall brunette said with a roll of her eyes. "You could at least introduce him if we're going to be working together."

"Fine, all right." Minako accentuated her words with a dramatic huff, and he was gratified to know his instincts about her were right on the nose. "Everyone, this is Chiba Mamoru, who is an absolute darling for agreeing to do this at the last last minute."

The two dark haired beauties in the back of the group leaned in to confer about something together, and from the glances they threw at him, he guessed that something was him. His face warmed a little from the attention.

"I'm pleased to meet you all."

Minako clapped her hands. "Great, now we all know each other." Someone in the group snorted, but he didn't catch who. "Let's get some gorgeous pictures taken!"

#usamamoweek2023 #day 4: beach #usagi x mamoru #my fic

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realgothmen · 11 months ago

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Saint Seiya Headcanons

Part 1 - Bronze Saints Protagonists

Pegasus Seiya

Bisexual — with a preference for men

Gender Fluid (She/He/They) — wears a mask that flows towards the feminine

He has ADD, and, of the group, he is the one least impacted by PTSD

Currently, he gets along well with Shaina — She was the one who gave him the mask

Play Pokemon with Shun — He loves video games

He used to have a crush on Saori, but today they are just friends — Saori sees him as her best friend (she is lesbian)

He's dating Ikki — no one knows because no one questioned them

He helps Hyoga with Japanese — He speaks very quickly and informally, so Hyoga barely understands

He and Shiryu spend a lot of time together, because they have many tastes in common — they both love Japanese pop music, soccer and the same cartoons and comics

He once had red hair, because he saw a photo of a young Aiolia who dyed his hair that color — he only has short hair because of Aiolia

He has some strands of his hair dyed purple — inspired by Saori and to match Ikki

He still doesn't speak Greek very well — Marin and Touma continue to help him

He lived in an apartment with Marin, Touma and Seika until he became a Sagittarius Saint

Andromeda Shun

Bisexual — with a preference for women

Cis Man (He/His)

He became deaf after the battle of Poseidon — He wears hearing aids and knows sign language

PTSD — has episodes of depersonalization after being possessed by Hades (he prefers not to remember this)

He doesn't like Sorrento (I think you can guess the reason) — Seriously, they can't leave these two in the same room without Shun trying to kill him

Saori taught him how to paint and draw, but he does better with photography — so Saori gave him a quality camera for his birthday

He doesn't leave the house much — but he'll go anywhere with Seiya if he asks

Once, without telling anyone, he went to Siberia just to visit Hyoga — it was a shock for him and Shun's roommates who thought he was kidnapped

He and Shiryu learn j-pop and Kate Bush choreography (Seiya and Shunrei recorded everything)

He dyed Ikki's black hair blue after the battle of Hades — Shun also does Ikki's makeup lol

He lived with June and Ikki (when Ikki is around) in an apartment until he became the Virgo Saint — yes, June was living alone when Ikki went to the Leo Temple (poor girl)

He and June play board games

He has brown hair, but he spent almost every battle with it dyed green — and he dyed his hair dark red when he returned from Hell

He previously dated Scylla Io, but they broke up before the battle of Poseidon

Cygnus Hyoga

Asexual gay — Homoromantic

Trans man (he/him)

He's had PTSD since his mother's death — it got worse after the battles, but the other Bronzes and Saori are helping him

He and Saori paint their nails together — they also tell each other Sanctuary gossip

He doesn't speak Japanese well — he has a strong accent

Hyoga doesn't admit it but he likes hanging out with Seiya — they both go to arcades a lot

Shun constantly goes to Siberia or the Aquarius Temple just to talk to Hyoga — he likes it, but he refuses to admit it

He has had several jobs (he was fired from them all) — including: hairdresser, bartender, night dancer (funny story), secretary and pharmacist

He once tried to shave Shiryu's hair when he was working as a hairdresser

He played cupid for Seiya and Ikki — seriously, he was the one who organized their first date

He has a photograph of Camus and Isaak on the wall of the Aquarius Temple — he's not completely over it, but he's gotten used to the pain

Dragon Shiryu

Pansexual — no preferences

Cis Man (he/they)

He's still blind, but it doesn't even affect him anymore

He is self-functioning autistic and has PTSD — He has hyperfocus on superhero comics

He sews A LOT — It helps him control some crises

Shunrei (and sometimes Seiya) braids his hair — Shiryu looks beautiful

He is of Chinese descent and his mother language is Mandarin — Unlike some people, he speaks Japanese and Greek very well

He helped Hyoga get several of his many jobs — Hyoga only became a pharmacist with Shiryu's help

Seiya, Shun and him went to a Kate Bush concert

He's Saori's right-hand man — He can use Excalibur because of this (it's just one of the reasons)

He gives great advice — especially to Ikki

He and Shunrei are almost married — they lived together (until he went to the Libra Temple) and have two children

He has some very strange dreams about Shura — and it's just about Shura, not Dohko or Deathmask, just Shura

Genbu calls him "Rapunzel" — in the original story Rapunzel's prince becomes blind lol

Phoenix Ikki

Bisexual — with a preference in men

Demi boy (he/she/they)

has hallucinations because of PTSD — sometimes has violent reactions

He paints a lot — Saori taught him

He dates Seiya — and doesn't understand why no one notices, why the two never let go of each other and he stays more at the Sagittarius Temple than at Leo's

He wears makeup and a skirt when no one is looking — only Shun and Seiya know and they even do his makeup

He asks Shiryu for a lot of advice — Ikki is very insecure when making decisions

He likes birds — he draws birds and gives the drawings to Seiya

He gets along very well with Kanon, the two have many tastes in common — they like the same films, series and video games

He listens to Shakira — loves Estoy Aquí

He still doesn't know that it was Hyoga who organized his dates with Seiya

#saint seiya #bronze saints #cygnus hyoga #ikki x seiya #andromeda shun #pegasus seiya #phoenix ikki #dragon shiryu #saint seiya headcanons #headcanon #tragic au

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silvyysthings · 11 months ago

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Aspen Anon here. No, I said damage to Timothée’s public persona (profile), not his career. Wonka and Dune were already in the can and Dune 3 is likely and Wonka depending on final box office numbers has sequel potential. The Dylan movie is for a hopeful Oscar nomination as all biopics are but never are blockbusters. He inked the ping pong movie which could be another Bones & All or Wonka at the box office. Many culture gays (entertainment critics, reporters, etc.) are putting him on their end of year 2024 Out lists. This stunt with a Klan member left his public profile with scratches and dents and if he gets more that could lead to role offers to other actors without the Klan stank on them or *gasp* having to audition. Marriage and a baby would impact his career.

Been a fan of Timothée since 2016 but this stunt has not been fun to witness. He’s a willing participant and seeing Marc at the Klan Xmas party left a bitter taste in my mouth. It’s not like Timothée has been accused of serious criminal behavior which would have impacted Wonka, Dune and future projects. Personal life actions in public can influence perception amongst general public as well as the industry executives, it just isn’t always immediate. Think of the cerulean blue monologue in ‘Devil Wears Prada’ how the color starts and influences onward to the everyday person.

Aspen is only just under 200 miles from Denver and a 3-1/2 hour drive. Graphic design and professional photography in the beauty and fashion industries pays well. Work in-state sometimes involves trips to Aspen which is a great place to network which leads to jobs outside America (hello recent fashion weeks in Europe). Seeing, working with a celebrity is no big deal and quite frankly in most cases not as interesting as some I met working retail or bartending while working in college. If I see a Klan member I do look away, move away because… ewww.

(Silvy, you don’t have to post any of this. Sorry, did not intend to write a book. Had a date cancel tonight and have no work to do. 😂 I’m staying anonymous because I once did not and my Tumblr and (work) Instagram was flooded with pro-K and anti-Charmie messages. Happy New Year! ✌🏻)

No problem to share nonny . I think we all have your feelings towards that kind of people . Enjoy if you will spend days in Aspen😍

#timothée chalamet #anon ask

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poupeesdecirque · 6 months ago

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Travel Blog - HanaCon - 11/05/2024

It has been some time since my last travel blog entry. I can tell this one is shorter as I didn't stay at the con for long (just about 4,5 hours), but still I want to show you some impressions from the small convention.

As announced I wanted to wear the 3rd uniform again, I got new boots, had repaired a bit of damage and got a new wig to wear. Also first time with the Innocence.

As Hannover is just 1hr from here I got ready before I left home completely.

I arrived before the Convention opened, it was their first time so the organisation needs to grow and learn but I think they did a good job.

The location itself is cure and fitting but they were surely overwhelmed by the amount of people that came. You could tell they poured a lot of love into the details here.

As I felt terrible after an uber exhausting week at work I was looking forward to the con but the day it was I had quite hit rock bottom and just aimed to go there for a bit and head home again once I wasn't feeling it anymore. So my goal for now was to at least see a few of the events they had on the schedule.

The first started right after they opened it was a workshop about dynamic poses for Cosplay Photography and that one was surely interesting and I was able to answer questions and discuss, this was really good I like it.

It has been some time since I attended workshops but it was up to a great start.

While I sat in the workshop I noticed someone from the hallway recognized my cosplay and I hoped to see them later on again. Being recognized is the best.

I hopped right into the next one after that which was "Level up your cosplay" in which a lot of information was given about little tricks to enhance your cosplays, like how heavier wigs can be worn better, that a hand steamer can be really helpful and weathering your costume gives more depth.

Sadly I felt how I had trouble to focus more and more, therefore I kinda didn't pay attention at the end and didn't engage as much as in the other workshop.

I decided to enjoy my little lunch snack at that point. I did that outside, here are a few shots from the area around the building:

I went inside again to check the artist alley, the merchant room, the café etc.

The artist alley was quite small as well, about 6 artists were there and some items were already sold out as I went to the workshops first. The merchant room had 4 merchants, then you had a bring & buy (didn't take photos here) and at the 2nd floor there was the café with two more artists and the games area. Also the stage for perfomances. It was quite crowded and I wasn't really into the merch they had, therefore I didn't buy a thing.

I had planned to watch some performances later on but a bunch were around the same time as the workshops so I skipped. They even had a band from Japan for the evening, I had planned to see that too but as said I didn't stay that long.

Back outside I found the cosplayer from before again, to my luck there was only one Valentino from Hazbin Hotel and .... it was the Cross Marian from the Bookfair, now you know why the header image shows a Valentino and an Allen :') we didn't take photos together so I drew us.

We talked a bit about things, I explained how I made the Innocence and we just chatted along about plans for next conventions. Also if you are around me and you say you don't feel well I will start to pamper you, so, yes, Valentino used Tim as cushion. And pls for the love of everything try to drink more at conventions. I just drank a bit too little during the day and already felt it quite hard.

I have to say for the fact I wasn't satisfied with the make up as I left home I ... think the eyebrows came out pretty nice this time.

I went home around 14:40 again, I felt like it was about time. No cosplay photoshooting time time, as you can see ... I have selfies.

And I left my glasses at home which was a bad idea, I would have needed them.

#travel blog #cosplay #hanacon #dgm

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cyani-ion · 10 months ago

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Very bored at work today. Gonna write down some stuff about my ososan oc June/Juniper. I’ve been hoarding for a year. Nothings set in stone so i apologize if any of these clash, its more of a list of things about June that I like rn (updated July 2024)

Quick Character Summary: Think of her as a burnt out Saturday morning cartoon villain.

After getting kicked out of grad program, she’s slowly trying to put the pieces together and figure out where it all went wrong…also she works as Head Front Desk Associate at a love hotel.

Personality: Selfish. Smart. Ambitous. Competative. Realist. Delousional. Lonely.

About 5 years older than the brothers. Early 30s

Spoiled by a pair of doting, hippie parents. Homeschooled until junior high.

Highschool self was very angry, paranoid, and judgmental. Doesn’t remember any of it.

Cannot step within 100ft of her old campus. Is currently banned from all laboratories in Japan for “National Security Reasons” and was forced to drop out because of it.

Losing her lifes work throws her in the midst of a full blown identity crisis that she’s currently ignoring.

Limited time left in Japan (expiring visa)

Hasn’t told her parents yet????…somehow???

Curiosity killed the cat very much applies to her. Won’t question her own behavior though. Why would she? She always right!

Owns about 5 lab rats as pets (she stole adopted them after her old university kicked her out). Either she trained them secretly to communicate with her, lets them free roam to get gossip around the neighborhood. Or maybe she just tells people that to freak em out. Will decide later 👍🏾

Talks to herself and her rats.

Hard time remembering names/faces. Keeps a people profile in her satchel (a notebook with stats she wrote down). she’s taken up people watching and photography.

Loves having shit to do. Hates doing nothing or wasting the day.

Best poker face in the game.

Misplaced focus and intensity on her job as manager at a love hotel. Its all she has.

I think the bois try to ask for advice at one point but she is of no help since she doesn't know shit herself.

Eyesight is garbage/20. Her childhood glasses made her look like an owl.

Because of that and prior history with gossip, shes a fantastic eavesdropper

This is entirely for self indulgent reason, but in another universe she’d end up date that scary dude that told the bros to stfu in the bing bong button skit (s2ep21) (wiki says he’s gangster i guess 🤷🏾‍♀️)

She’s a miser. Big ol’ cheapskate

LOVES a cappella (begs the boys to do it every once in a while when tipsy)

Doesn’t like violence (she’s just scared of getting hurt)

At one sad, sad point in her life was sapiosexual (it was earlier than you’d expect)

Every year, her grandmother knits a new painfully colorful, pair of socks for her birthday. She loves them, and her, very much and wears them all the time when its cold.

Geniunely enjoys helping people solve things. Would be a excellent teacher / life coach.

Sex toy collector.

Very teasing

Likes carving soap

Allergic to cats (and prob Ichi)

Low tolerance for alcohol. Becomes a giggly runaway-jane after the 1st highball.

Once fell out of a tree as a kid and now has a metal kneecap that can pick up radio signals.

Still loves climbing trees (favorite activity when drunk) And stargazing. Reminds her of home…

Loves reading romance novels, particularly if it invovles aliens/monsters/robots.

Will read 6 encyclopedias before even thinking about asking for help

She’s clean, but has a bizarre apartment layout that makes sense only to her and her rat pack.

Back issues from sleeping crouched on desk and reading chairs

Long hair has never been cut, only trimmed.

Met Chibita first before everybody else. Gets oden for an early breakfast before he closes. and considers him a friend. Doesn’t really hang out with the Matsus too much outside of the stand.

Because of her hours

Favorite Holiday: New Years Eve

Favorite Season: Winter

Favorite Foods: gyudon

Favorite Drinks: Iced Coffee and Spiced Rum

Favorite Genre of Movie: Musicals from the 50’s-60’s

Favorite Color: Blue Grey / Magenta

Favorite Animal: Polar Bears

Favorite Hobby: Reading palms

Favorite Matsu: Jyush - She’s a little obsessed with him. He Inspires something evil in her (in the way that got her in trouble at the college) Thinks his defying physics and reality thing is real neat. He thrives on the attention and praise so they usually hang out a lot. It takes way too fucking long for June to figure out how to process these new feelings. Its a very stressful and confusing thing, but loves spending time with him anyway.

Least Favorite Matsu: Oso - the most fun they have is tossing insults and annoying the shit out of each other. Though they sometimes seek eatch other out for real shit life advice from time to time. Also he owes her like $70 and its been a month and she’s brandishing a crowbar as I type this.

Her closest friendship is with Chibita

#osomatsu san #osomatsu san oc #its june!#No more hiding oc lore in 2024 #She’s been collecting dust #also im so sorry this became a masterlist its been a very slow day at work today weh #for use later

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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Ice Cold

Media Love Actually Age Up

Character Sam

Couple Sam X Reader

Rating Sweet + Sad

Concept Second thoughts

I grabbed my case from the taxi jumping out onto the street, I paid and thanked him before I hurried myself inside the tall hotel, I passed the desk without a word and went to the lift pressing the button for the required floor. Once it stopped I got out and headed down the corridor until I found the door I'd been looking for knocking a good few times. I waited a little while before knocking again and on the second round the door opened.

He was leaning on the door, eyes barely open, hair a mess, wearing a old band tee and his blue shorts.

"Y/n!" He smiled excitedly pulling me into the tightest hug and dragging me inside the hotel room "ummmm my second favorite girl in the whole wide world"

"My god Sam how hungover are you?"

"I'm not hungover" he says heading into the room and I was taken back by the utter madness of the once cute hotel room now a messy upturned hell hole "if anything… I'm kinda, still drunk" he says taking a beer from the table

"Have housekeeping been by?"

"No,"

"Oh thank god. I don't want to even imagine the meltdown if Joanna got the bill for all this"

"It's my wedding to you know" he pouts collapsing on the sofa

"Okay," I smiled setting my things down going over and wrapping my arms around his neck and shoulders "come on, what's going on in that blonde noggin?"

"Im getting married tomorrow"

"Yes you are. It's perfectly natural to get cold feet Sam. Especially given your kinda drunk"

"Just…it's nothing"

"You sure?"

"Yeah, come on we have stuff to do"

"Alright" I went and grabbed my case and began working, I had been best friends with Sam for forever really, since we were tiny little kids mostly thought the school band where of course he plaid drums and I plaid piano so we often were stuck up the back next to each other on the large unmovable bits of equipment we became very fast friends and had been close forever, I even had a crush on him at one point but he had always been head over heels for Joanna for as long as I could remember and after reconnecting a few months ago they were getting married. It had all been a bit rushed but it was still really sweet. Even if Joanna had been a bit controlling of things, kinda bridezilla is not gonna lie. But the wedding was on a tight budget so to minimize costs the girls were doing there own hair and make up all of them being very skilled in such things and as I did a lot of hair and make up stuff for my photography job she asked if I could be incharge of making the boys look presentable which of course I agreed. So I was here today to prep the room and do a base sort of Sam ready to do him and his groomsmen tomorrow morning.

"You excited?" I asked as I sat working in his nails

"Course. Just… nervy is all"

"It's your wedding Sam it's fine to be nervous" I laughed "I take it the bachelor party was fun?" I asked glancing are the hotel room

"Ah. No. you know the rules. No penis no info. Bachelor party for boys only"

"Sam, I'm basically a boy."

"You don't have a penis"

"I have one in my bag then can I qualify?"

"What Joanna ask you to check up on me?"

"No, I'm just curious"

"It was fun. I had a good time"

"That's good, that's the whole point"

"There weren't strippers."

"Ohh?"

"She'll ask you. I know she will. She was very clear about it"

"Okay, no strippers" I laughed "but…?"

"But?"

"No. There wasn't. We most just got really really drunk and plaid video games"

"Awww sounds lovely. So long as you had fun"

"Oww" he complained

"Ohh don't be a baby Sammy. If you took care of your hands and nails I wouldn't have to put so much work in"

"I don't think I need all this honestly. Just like a brush through my hair tomorrow seems like enough" he says

"It's your wedding Sam she wants you to look nice for all your pictures and things,"

"What wedding photo is gonna show my nails?"

"I don't know… shot of the wedding rings?"

"Good point"

"plus I wouldn't wanna be holding hands with these callus meat claws for an hour in this state, you need lotion. And to clean all the dirt out"

"That's fair. Plus it makes her happy to think I did it all"

"Exactly. Anything to make her less angry right now"

"Tell me about it" he sighed "still. It's nice just getting the time to hang with you"

"Yeah it's nice to just be with you too Sam" I smiled we continued in doing various things all to prep him for the wedding tomorrow I made sure his suit was all together and steamed, his hands sorted, his shoes shined, his hang over slowly being cured ready for a six am start tomorrow. he currently sat on his third hangover cure smoothie being misted by the little Steam machine in the middle of the skincare treatment I had done for him to clean his skin up for tomorrow

"Why is this on such a budget?"

"Joanna doesn't like spending alot of money"

"I guess. Maybe stuff wouldn't be so pricey if you waited a little longer"

"I know but she wants it all over with so we can get on with life you know"

"No other reason?" I asked

"...no. at least she hasn't told me if there is" he explained finishing up his face and we got sat down watching TV with a drink and some pizza

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Am I a bad person."

"For what?'

"For second guessing? The night before my wedding? Shouldn't I be giddy and happy and barely able to contain my excitement and yet… I'm not. Is that bad?"

"No sam, it's fine everyone gets nervous, has second thoughts it's a big thing. It's okay your not a bad person for having doubts"

"I don't know, everyone says cold feet is normal but… this is like ice cold."

"Do you love Joanna?"

"Yes"

"Do you wanna be her?"

"Yes"

"Do you wanna grow old and have bouncy little babies with her?"

"Yeah"

"Then you're fine."

"Thanks y/n. I'm happy I'm here with you. Out of everyone"

"Really?"

"Of course you're my best friend." He says "I worry I won't really get to see you much after this"

"We'll still see each other"

"Joanna doesn't like you."

"... I mean. I kinda assumed that"

"Like really really doesn't like you. I had to fight to have you asked to do this for me. She didn't even want you to be invited"

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. She really doesn't like you"

"I mean I thought she kinda wasn't a fan. Kinda sounds like she hates me"

"I did have to tell her a little white lie"

"Oh?"

"She didn't want you to stay here tonight. So she thinks you got another room."

"Ooooh your gonna be in trouble"

"I wasn't exactly planning on telling her. She already doesn't like you. She's stressed just… not tell her"

"Alright, our little secret."

"Our little secret" he smiled as we finished up our food "can I tell you a secret?"

"Go for it Sam"

"I used to have a crush on you"

I choked on my drink a little"what?"

"I did. When Joanna left again. I couldn't help thinking how much I liked you and I thought about asking you out, alot. All the way till I met up with Joanna again "

"Really?"

"Really."

"That's really sweet Sam. You wanna know a secret?"

"Yeah"

"I had a crush on you too"

"You did?"

"Yeah I kinda just assumed you were always just to love sick over Joanna to pay me any attention"

"So all that time you and I could have?"

"We could. Another life I suppose"

"Yeah… another life"

"Come on let's get to bed early start tomorrow"

"Yeah you okay on the single?"

"I'll be fine. Sleep tight Sam"

"You too y/n"

I woke to my alarm and immediate got to work setting up a station at the vanity Sam took a little while longer but eventually forced himself up "good morning Mr groom"

"Oh my god. I am… so hung over."

"Hang over smoothie?"

"God yes. I'm gonna… go and sit in the shower a while"

"Sit in the shower?" I laughed pouring him another hangover smoothie as I had already made a batch ready for this morning

"Yeah in just gonna sit in the bottom and just kinda… exist." He says taking the drink

"Alright, don't be too long the boys will be here soon" I told him as he headed to the bathroom for his shower, soon enough one by one groomsmen arrived all of whom I knew of course, I did hair and some minimal photo ready makeup all while the guys laughed and joked getting themselves ready for the wedding. I was getting a little worried Sam had been in the bathroom all morning and it had gotten to the point now we had to get him out or we'd be late.

"Sam? You okay?" I asked tapping on the door

"Yeah, sorry I'm just I'm kinda struggling"

"Sam it's okay to be nervous, just come on out okay and we'll get you sorted"

The door opened a tiny bit and he grabbed my arm pulling me in the bathroom

"Whoa! What the heck Sam" I complained as he relocked the door

"Im sorry I'm sorry I just -"

"Sam. Tell me. What is going on?" I asked as I really looked at him dressed into clean PJ's from his shower his hair still wet tears staining his face

"I… I don't know if I can do this"

"What?"

"I know everyone's worked so hard. And we've put so much money and time but I just… I don't know if I can do it."

"Why not?"

"... because. Look I've been up all night, I couldn't sleep after last night. I feel awful I should be happy and excited I should have been too excited to sleep thinking about my wedding but - all I thought about all night. Was you. I spend all night tossing and turning thinking about what might have been." He says

"Sam, that's sweet but it's your wedding today"

"I know I know. But I can't help it. I'm so sorry I don't mean to put you in a situation like this I just… I didn't realize that my feelings never really went away"

"Aww Sam. I don't think mine did either. But you're engaged to Joanna and you're marrying her today. We just have to move on and try not to think about the other life"

"The life we could have had. Together."

"Exactly. Come on or we'll be late" I told him going to unlock the door but he stopped me

"Y/n wait" he says pulling my arm close and before I could say a word he leant down and kissed me I blushed hard and even teared up as I felt this firework of passion inside me I'd never had a kiss like that before when we pulled away I never wanted to leave his arms and I know he didn't want me too either "fuck."

"What?"

"I really hoped that would make me feel better. I think I just made it so much worse."

"Come on let's just uhhh get you ready" quickly I left the bathroom and took a moment to compose myself he followed suit greeting his groomsmen and taking his seat I struggled a little not to tear up as I for him ready finally giving his jacket a brush and his hair a fix as the boys left to get the car "how are you feeling?"

"Conflicted."

"It'll be okay you just, have to wait. I'm sure the moment you see her in her wedding dress everything will become clear"

"Okay," he nods trying to lean in for another kiss but I stopped him

"I don't think that's the best idea."

"Do you want to kiss me?"

"...I do"

"Then it's a good idea" he smiled giving my lips a final kiss softly and sweetly stroking my cheek as we kissed "I wish I'd done that years ago"

"You should go Sam"

"Yeah. I need to go" he nods forcing himself away

I pushed my feelings down and just got on with things as usual taking my seat to watch the wedding I wanted to check up on him but I didn't want to put anymore doubt in his mind, the wedding began quickly and I noticed Sam looking at me I did my best not to look back at him when Joanna arrived she did look beautiful and Sam looked so happy to see her, I felt relieved but disappointed at the same time. It all went on as any wedding would

"do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I don't."

Silence ran across the whole wedding as everyone sat in a moment of shock

"Excuse me?"

"I don't. I do not"

"Joanna? What are you talking about?" Sam asked

"I'm sorry Sam. I didn't want to do it this way but - I can't marry you. It's not that I don't care for you, I care so much for you but we were childhood sweethearts and were not children anymore you're not the boy I fell in love with and I'm not the girl you loved either we've changed, we've grown and now… all that connects us is being childhood sweethearts. I thought it would all come back, that it would come back and be just like it was but I was being stupid. I can't marry you. You'll always be my first love, my first kiss but you can't be my husband. And… I've been seeing like for the last few months romantically" she explained oh my god I knew something was up about that, nowone goes to the gym together that much

"You- you were cheating in me? All this time…"

"Yes, I'm sorry Sam"

"Uhhhh okay. If uhhh if you think that's best." He nods "what uhh what do we do then?"

"Well we've paid for everything might as well just have a party?"

"Yeah uhh okay. Sounds good" he nods clearly completely broken but what else do you say to that. And just like that it was over the wedding cleared out into the reception space everyone drinking and eating given everything was already there and had been booked and paid for eventually I found Sam drinking on the patio steps

"You okay?" I asked sitting beside him

"Fine. Just got stood up at my own wedding" he says drinking some more "makes sense why she wanted a quick And cheap wedding. She wanted it over with hopes it would kick start our relationship again. When she didn't feel fireworks walking down the aisle she called it off."

"I mean, is it really a bad thing? I know it hurts but you were so conflicted about it second guessing for days. I know it hurts now but maybe it's for the best"

"Maybe you're right. Maybe I was just being stupid. Who really marries first girl they get a crush on and expect them to actually have a healthy marriage" he says "I knew something was up with her and luke I just didn't wanna be a dick. Maybe I'd I had this whole mess could have been avoided"

"It's okay, none of us knew"

"sorry I'm just -"

"It's okay, perfectly normal to be emotional" I told him "come here" I cooed pulling him to lean on my shoulder

"Thanks y/n"

"Your welcome." I smiled kissing his head letting him whine and cry as much as he needed too "hey it's okay, come on. You wanna dance?" He shook his head "you wanna go get another drink?" He shook his head "you wanna go get some pizza and drop red wine down Joanna's white dress?" He nods "okay let's go get some pizza and drop a big glass of red wine down her dress" I smiled helping him up

"Thanks y/n"

"Your welcome,"

"Y/n"

"Yes Sam?"

He simply pulled me close and gently kissed me I smiled and kissed him back when he pulled away I saw him smile again "do you wanna come over and watch a movie together tomorrow?"

"What like a date?"

"Very much a date"

"I'd love too" I smiled giving him a kiss "come on before all the pizzas gone"

#thomas sangster #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #tbs imagine #tbs smut #tbs #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #sam smut #sam imagine #sam #loveactully

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avocado-frog · 2 years ago

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15 tags 15 mutuals

@the-stray-storyteller but pretend i did this weeks ago

Are you named after anyone? My friend Ail picked my name off a pinterest baby name board during lunch in eighth grade so I doubt it. Sometimes if someone asks I'll pick a random famous Isaac (I have a list of them that I circle through)

When was the last time you cried? I freaked myself out before I had to do a photography presentation back in January and Literally Shut Down and started crying and my teacher thought I was having a seizure

Do you have kids? God forbid.

Do you use sarcasm? Once when I was seven I got a haircut and my friend asked me if i cut my hair and I told him that No I just dyed the ends invisible and he believed me until FOURTH GRADE So yes

What's the first thing you notice about people? Depends. If someone is wearing a bright pink raincoat in July that's probably the first thing I'd notice. But typically idk just what their face looks like

Eye color? Blue

Scary movies or happy endings? I mean you can have both. I like horror movies but I've only seen one that genuinely spooked me (Hereditary scared me out of looking out of car windows) but if it doesn't have a happy ending then it just feels pointless to me

Any special talents? I have the highest Tetris score out of all of my friends does that count? My real answer is that I'm really good at identifying voice actors. I was watching the last of us the other day and I heard Kathleen's voice and immediately guessed that she played a side character in a show I've only seen once in my life like two years ago

Where were you born? Being unspecific and vague I'm going to say somewhere west united states

What are your hobbies? Writing, pretending like i'm writing, the sims 4, throwing things at my mom's boyfriend

Have you any pets? I have!! I have a dog named Minnie Mouse, a dog named Tinkerbell, a dog named Ellie, a hamster named Betelgeuse, and several cats that follow me home from school (Thumper, Leroy, and Belle) and my brother has a snake named William Snakespeare (i'll give you one guess as to who named it) (it was me)

What sports do you play/have played? Today in gym class I got off the exercise bike and twisted my ankle so I'm not exactly cut out for sports I have never played a sport on purpose in my life but I'd do hockey if I had to

How tall are you? I want to lie but I won't 5'0" *and a quarter of an inch* (If you make fun of me i'll invert your kneecaps)

Favourite subject in school? Child development my teacher let me just cut out circles for an hour for full credit, gives out free candy and water, and today I got to see a fight live action twenty feet away

Dream job? I've been wanting to do something in psychology or neuroscience since I was like eight years old

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Tagging:

@briannaswords @ralpockenlite @alexxjsyk @litbylightning @mynroli @gracien-system @idreamofhamandcheese @bi-karibe-chick @nelliecomet @master-of-the-pigeon-religion @blind-the-winds @calloumii @late-to-the-fandom

#it took me a while but i finally am doing the tags that ive been avoiding #tag game

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llorando-en-el-cielo · 1 year ago

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doing the TC challenge bc i feel i haven’t really introduced my TC :))

1. describe your tc's physical appearance.

~ roughly 5’0, blonde hair with brown roots, wears glasses , has blue eyes and thin lips

2. what was the first thing you've ever said to your tc?

~ i was lost on the first day because i read my timetable wrong so she gave me directions

3. is your tc single or taken? or are you unsure? and are you single or taken?

~ married for 26 years but it’s okay i can fix her, i’m very single

4. is your tc more of the athletic type, the nerdy type or the artsy type?

~ mix of nerdy and artsy, very appreciative of culture, arts and literature, whilst also very interested in etymology and grammar.

5. if you and your to were in high school together, do you think you'd be friends?

~yesss we’re the only people at the school who like her subject so i think we’d have that in common, plus we have a very similar set of interests and want the same things in life sooo!!

6. name one song that reminds you of your tc and explain why that song reminds you of them.

~ Reel Around the Fountain - The Smiths

“It's time the tale were told, Of how you took a child, And you made him old”

“I dreamt about you last night, And I fell out of bed twice, You can pin and mount me like a butterfly. But, "Take me to the haven of your bed" Was something that you never said”

“Oh, people see no worth in you, Oh, but I do”

7. is your tc fashionable or are they more of the simple type? what is one outfit you'd love to see them wear?

~ very simple, just blazers and trousers with the occasional scarf (suits her so well tho, im weak in the knees fr), i’ve seen pictures of her in jeans tho and i’d sell my soul to see that irl

8. would you be willing to become a teacher and teach your tc's subject if it meant you two could be together?

literally what i want to do in the future

9 . does your tc drink or smoke?

~ she drinks but hates smoking and vaping

10. name one item that is always on your tc's desk.

~ idk man that thing is a mess, but she has like unnecessarily big post it notes that she loves sm??

11. has your to ever done anything that has either thrown you off, annoyed you, angered you or bothered you in any way? if so, what did they do?

~ deadnamed me 💀 but she apologised and now we’re bffs so it’s okay

12. does your tc have any past jobs that you know of, before becoming a teacher?

~ waitressing apparently?? but i think that’s just when she was at uni, she’s always been a teacher

13. does your tc have kids or siblings? if so, how many:

~ 3 siblings and 2 children

14. are you taking your tc's class next year?

~ thankfully yes, but it’s my last year with her im gonna be so sad :((

15. has your tc ever met your parents? if you were there, what was the meeting like?

~ yes several times, they’re all very kind to each other but sometimes i complain to her abt my parents so idk how she actually feels abt them lol

16. has your tc ever given you detention? if so, what was it like?

~ never i’m a child of god

17. has your tc ever failed you? if so, how did you react? if not, how would you react?

~ no , i revise her subject for hours a week so i’d be so pissed if i ever did

18. what are your tc's hobbies/interests? are they similar to yours?

~ we have similar interests bc we both like her subject and i’m pretty sure she enjoys photography. i think that she used to knit bc we always talk about that but idk if she still does

19. have you ever spoken on the phone with your tc? what did you talk about?

~ once but before i was attached to her, it was during lockdown and she wanted to tell me how much she liked my work

20. if you had your tc's class during quarantine, what were your zoom calls like? if not, have you spoken to your tc since quarantine?

~ i don’t really remember but i’d love to sit on call with her now LMAO

21. if you had the chance to go anywhere in the world with your tc, where would you go? what would you do?

~ i’d take her to the sagrada familia bc she loves it (and you can get married there)

22. does your tc have any nicknames for you?

~ no but she thoroughly enjoys seeing me in the corridor and just shouting HUMAN at me

23. have you ever cried in front of your tc? why? how did they react?

~ many times, but she’s very sweet and just lets me sit and process whatever is going on, or tries to distract me as much as possible, and it’s against guidelines to touch me but she said she wished she could give me a big hug sooo

24. have you ever walked/drove to/from school with your tc?

~ noo we live on opposite ends of our town :((

25. do you know which teachers your tc is friends with at school? if so, do you like those teachers?

~ i’ve never really spoken to them much but they all seem quite sweet and i can see why she gets along with them

26. why does your tc's voice sound like?

~ AREEGEJEHDHSJSJDJXJJSSJJS THE BEST NOISE EVER JFJDJHEHDKDJDJDDJ ASMR ISTG

27. do you like your tc as a teacher? are they a good teacher?

~ yes, very, a little disorganised but she has the spirit!!

28. does your tc prefer books, shows or movies?

~ she used to read a lot but idk if she still does, but i think she prefers movies to shows

29. is your tc stern or easy going, in class?

~ very strict, avid rule follower but she’s very sweet as long as you respect her wishes and it annoys me that people get so pissy with her about it?? just listen to her?????

30. how would you describe you and your tc's relationship?

~ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, i hope she likes me and i do think she does and she always seems quite happy to talk to me?

31. do you address your tc by their first or last name?

~ last name, it feels weird to call her by her first name

#female tc #tc blog #tc community #tc confessions #tc feelings #tc post #teacher crush #tc #tc crush

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captawesomesauce · 2 years ago

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15 questions for 15 mutuals! I was tagged by @killsandthrills

Are you named after anyone?

Yes, but I can't remember her relation to me except her nickname was Chashka and so my hebrew name became Yechezkel! My first name is just because mom wanted Mike and Michelle, and Mish was born first so it was obvious what I'd be

When was the last time you cried?

I honestly don't know. W might remember better than I would, but it is really rare so it doesn't really stick in memory. A better question would be when was the last time I slept a full 8 hrs… wait.. I don't know that either… W might!

Do you have kids?

Sometimes it feels like you are all my kids and I'm the only adult in the room!!!! - Beyond that, nope nope Nooooooooooooooooooooooooope no nyet nada.

Didn't want any and managed to not have any all this time!

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

LOL me??? Noooooo never, not even once… why I am shocked you would even ask this! SHOCKED, I tell you! My lord, sarcasm???? Me???? Perish the thought!

What sports do you play/have you played?

In HS I played everything because… well… we were a very, very, small school. So I played on an 8 man football team that had a total of 11 players. I played basketball, I played baseball, I played volleyball. I played it all!

Later on I was a competitive shooter and was decent at it.

At LMU I would often walk down to the marina and help crew sail boats in little races, like from LB to Catalina and back.

But I'm really not a sports person. I have favorite teams like the Steelers and Panthers in the NFL, but I actually kind of feel weird wearing a hat or shirt because I feel like my "passion" is at a 1 or 2… and everyone else is full on 10!

What's the first thing you notice about other people?

Hands… I have even taught W this as well. When you first see someone, look at their hands and it'll tell you a lot about their intentions. It's not just for threat detection but also to see how relaxed they are. If they're clenching, or rigid… it's a red flag… if they're fidgeting or constantly moving… it's something to be aware of, and if their hands are loose and relaxed, see if that fits the situation and their posture, it could mean they're comfortable and chill.

In my old jobs, I was looking for things like favoring one side that might have a weapon or a detonator.

What's your eye colour?

Just plain brown.

Scary movies or happy endings?

I don't do scary/horror. Nope. So I guess happy endings.

Any special talents?

W says I am very patient with peoples bullshit and that I have an ability to grasp concepts really quickly and easily. I think my real special talent is that I can just find a way to connect with most people and talk to them out of the blue.

Oh, she just sat up and said my real special talent that annoys the fuck out of her is that I always have an innate sense of when timers are going to go off, even if I have no idea when they're set, how long they're set for, or anything… .I always just ask about it right before it goes off.

Where were you born?

In Valley dude! I am a totally gnarly bitchin radical valley kid!

What are your hobbies?

It's been a long time since I could indulge in a hobby/free time like I used to. I used to be very heavily into photography and got paid very well for my published shots that ended up in magazines, calendars, all over the news and in books. But it's been a very long time since I picked up my camera and shot anything.

I don't know… I used to sail, I used to go shooting, I used to have real hobbies…

Now the biggest one for me is just reading. I am like the guy in the twilight zone episode.. there is time now… there's time now!!! So i read, and I read a lot, and I am enjoying it. My goal is after the move is over, to spend more time reading at the beach!

Do you have any pets?

W is such a cat, that has to count! She is so much like mystic (the awesomecat) that it's funny sometimes. i show her pictures of him that she's never seen, and she's like OMG I do that! Especially the way she buries her face into my arm when she sleeps lol

I used to start my mornings with an arm and chest covered in cat drool… now it's W drool lol

Someday she and I will get a kitten but not yet.

How tall are you?

5'7… not that tall. W had a fucking meltdown in shock and laughter the other day when she realized we have the same length legs. Top of her hip is the same as mine… I just have a longer torso!

Favorite subject in school?

Elementary - History and Physical Sciences

High School - French and German language classes

College - I actually had a lot that I loved. Urban Planning with a focus on sustainable cities through planning and architecture. GIS/Remote sensing - not so much the cultural/political maps but the processing of aerial photography, satellites, and other imagery along with vector and rasters from other sources. Physical & Enviro Science classes too.

I hated math at every level and it's still the bane of my existence.

Dream job?

I never had one. I just wanted to work just enough to live comfortably and happily. I was a Marine, I was a Firefighter, I worked for a news paper, I worked for a law firm, I was a career counselor, I was a photographer, I had my own networking support business, I have done a lot in my life.

Now I'm entering the field of humanitarian aid and emergency management…. and I'm relatively enjoying it.

But I never wanted to be anything… maybe a doctor… I always just wanted to live a life where labor wasn't the focus.

I'm supposed to tag 15 people, but I'm tired, it's been a long few weeks... so if you see this, and read this far... TAG YOU'RE IT!

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rimouskis · 1 year ago

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As someone who is getting their first non-student apartment and is very confused about setting up space, any tips for low budget interior decorating that isnt catalogue beige?

first: congrats!! that's a huge deal and incredibly exciting.

second: I think setting up someone's space is a really personal endeavor that depends heavily on the person living in said space and what they need out of it. advice isn't one-size-fits-all when it comes to the look of your ~abode~, and that doesn't even account for wild variations in taste.

third: I don't know if my advice is great for everyone; I have never bought furniture for myself 😅 I still sleep in the same bedframe that I had when I was a child, haha. my couch was a hand-me-down from an aunt (and is threadbare as proof); as for my table, I took from my cousin who was going to dump it on the curb; the thing my TV rests on isn't a console but rather the top section of my childhood desk that I've repurposed, haha. I hauled it all with me to my apartment when I moved lol.

that being said, all of that furniture isn't, like... nice stuff.

everything I have is scratched or scuffed or worse for wear. I think my TV is as old as dinosaurs (I inherited it from my dead great-aunt's house sale). I have to fight the second drawer on my dresser to get it closed every single time, since I've had that dresser since I was born. the only "nice" piece of furniture I have are the sideboard table my dad and I made by hand during quarantine, and the plant stand he made as a birthday gift and drove out to me a year or two ago.

while I think those pieces are really lovely and improve the space, I think the fact that the rest of my shit is pretty old and "Not Nice" actually speaks more to the stuff I did have control over, especially on a limited budget. you don't need expensive "nice" furniture to have a nice space. at all. trust me.

I think the key lies in surrounding yourself with things you like. I'm really big on art and have accumulated a lot of it over the years, everything from handmade simple pieces from relatives to cheap mass-produced prints to signed photography from an art fair [that was a moving-away gift from my parents]. give yourself time to discover stuff you like. your apartment doesn't have to stay the way it looks when you move in. I bought a new print in seattle just last year and hung it up, and I adore it!! allow yourself to see things you like, and collect them.

don't throw away decor just because you feel like you should have outgrown it. I kept the tapestry I hung up in my college dorm and it's now hanging on one of my walls, and I still like it just as much as I liked it back then, even if it's seen as a sort of ~juvenile~ decor style. [not to mention I have a flag hanging on one of my walls lol which SCREAMS "I studied abroad once:)" energy but I still love it :') and it reminds me fondly of my trip and how much I grew as a person/traveler]

keep surfaces clean and clear, and put Fun Found Objects on them. I remember when at my old job we all had to do this goofy workplace organization training and one of the beginning assessments was to figure out what your ~gathering spaces~ were in your own home, and my boss literally didn't believe me when I told her I only had 2 hahahaha. CLUTTER 👏 STRESSES 👏 PEOPLE 👏 OUT 👏 !!! my key to not allowing clutter is I only have ONE space where I'm allowed to put "where the fuck does this go" items (it's my table, since I rarely sit at it) and everything else has its place and needs to go there. that means I'm a fan of shelves and bookshelves, and the benefit of insisting upon shelves is you can put useful AND beautiful things on them so they look nice while also being functional. like, I've got a lovely navajo vase from the museum of native american history sitting on the same shelf where I keep my headphones. since I rarely host, I use a cute serving platter and matching dip bowl as a post-it note station on the surface of my sideboard table. those things are pulling double duty! they're useful but I've made them look cute, you know?

if you can keep plants alive: get plants. they're so great. they make your place look alive... and it's nice taking care of something :') if you need unkillable stuff, go with a snake plant and pothos plants. they have never failed me.

I've always had a really strong sense of surrounding myself with stuff I like. I can do that tastefully (the print of a cute painting of penguins in my entryway) or I can do it distastefully (the fuckin'... sid shrine of penguins goods above my work desk lol, which is truly the spiritual successor of the wall of my childhood bedroom that I filled with newspaper articles on twilight and pictures of the characters printed off of the family computer ahahaha), but...

I think people appreciate authenticity. whatever art or knick knacks or objects you possess (and enjoy), if you curate your space so it just... is comprised basically only of those things, people notice and they like it. even if it isn't to their taste, they can see you in that space, and they often find it cool.

tl;dr find a way to put your personality onto your walls and you'll do just fine!

#sorry if this was unhelpful; it's the first time I've been asked for my take on interior design explicity! very cool

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pupa-cinema · 3 months ago

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Interview with Mizuno Gui and Hashimoto Rui from Men's FUDGE Magazine April 2024 : Essential Clips vol.15

ESSENTIAL CLIPS, a FUDGE magazine column run by Rui Hashimoto, the chairman of “SOUND SHOOTER” and professional photographer. Having built close relations with various artists, Rui is able to draw out the appeal and true face of his guests through interviews and even in his concert photography. This time around he will be pulling this and that out of the Mizuno Gui from Village Man’s Store!

Interview: Rui Hashimoto Design: Tatsunosuke Suzuki

Village Man’s Store With Mizuno Gui as their vocalist, along with the guitarist Iwahara Youhei, Bannou Mitsuru on drums, Arakane Yuutaro on guitar, and Uemura playing the bass, does this five piece rock band take shape. Nagoya as their base of operations, their glamorous, intense songs garner them enormous support.

Mizuno Gui-san Village Man’s Store’s frontman, in charge of all of their lyric/songwriting. The contrast between his handsomely chiseled face and his powerful singing voice proves to bring him popularity. That, along with the way his ferocity belies the fact he was raised in a small, quaint village in Aichi, from which the band name originated. Twitter: @vms_mizno

Hashimoto Rui-san Born in Date of Hokkaido in 1976. After graduating from university, at just 24 years old did he go from being a jeans partner to suddenly changing his job into that of a photographer. He started off as the cameraman for “Ollie Magazine” then moved on to freelance in the year of 2005. Since then he’s been in charge of concert photography and official photos for artists such as androp, ONE OK ROCK, THE BAWDIES, GLAY and fomare. On top of even being assigned as the official primary photographer for the main stage of “ROCK IN JAPAN Fes”. In the year 2006 he founded the photo exhibition and concert event “SOUND SHOOTER”. Then in 2010 he kickstarted “STINGRAY”, a clothing brand with a style based around polka dots. Instagram: @ruihashimoto

Editorial Department (Editors): First and foremost, please tell us about how you two met.

Hashimoto Rui (R): In Nagoya, right?

Mizuno Gui (M): The first time we talked to each other was there but, that’s not actually the full story. There was this one Village Man’s Store concert wherein which you had come to photograph the other band we were performing with that day, so we technically bumped into each other then. I was aware of your work even back then, and remember thinking “Wow it’s that Rui guy!” when I spotted you.

R: I never knew that (laughs).

M: Yeah. Back when it was still only a one-sided relationship, I had assumed you were going to be more of the flashy, quirky type. Yet then once I finally actually got to met you, you turned out to be the total opposite. You have more of the essence of a proper blue-collar.

R: That’s the first time anybody’s ever told me I have the essence of a proper blue-collar (laughs)! Blue-collars don’t dye their hair blonde and wear polka dots (laughs)!

M: (Laughs). That may be the case but I mean more like the stuff that’s not external. I could tell when I first laid my eyes on you, but after being on the other side of your lens did I feel I came to understand you even more. You seem to really value the sense of urgency that comes with being on the field, with a very clear kind of mindset. Personally when me and my members get surprised on stage, I want the people around us to also get surprised. I like it when the whole venue shares the same sense of urgency and stuff. So in that regard, I found you to be so impressive right off the bat. I feel it’s important to read well between the lines and not just be like an outlier in the crowd, and this doesn’t apply only to photographers either.

R: I’m glad. That’s one thing I always make sure to tell my assistants to do as well.

M: With smartphones now being commonplace, the entry level for photography has gone down, but like I feel that there’s a lot of photographers out there who aren’t conscious of this fact. But Rui-san are you conscious of all the young photographers out there?

R: They’re constantly on my mind. But if I find that work of any photographer’s is even a bit good, then it doesn’t matter if they have 1 or 10 years on their belt to me, I’ll go tell them how I feel. I think you gotta just be flat and honest with these things.

M: It’s incredible to me that you’re able to wholeheartedly just think that something remarkable is indeed remarkable like that. You never feel bitter?

R: Not really. The reason being because I have the utmost confidence that no matter how incredible someone else’s work is, I know it won’t impact my own photography. That’s why when I see cool photographs I just call them what they are: “cool”.

M: I may be the polar opposite of you then. Whenever I see something impressive, no matter the genre, I always feel bitter. Even if it’s just like a manga that’s interesting or some art that’s beautiful, I still feel bitter.

R: That’s something else. You’re really are an artist through and through. So you get jealous?

M: I get jealous of everything. But my jealousy is not to be confused with defeat. Bitterness and jealousy are good things for me.

R: That’s so cool. Gui-kun, when you write music, do you use your own personal experiences as your foundation?

M: Yeah I do. Though calling it “personal experiences” might be a bit off the mark. I more take in inspiration like a sponge and then adhere to whatever change it may bring me.

R: So you take things in and masticate them, then whatever comes out is your form of expression.

M: Me, I can’t just manifest the things I absorb in a clear-cut way. I feel envious of people who can just express things as they are when they make art. It makes their art into something relatable and that people can empathize with. For me, I treat the feelings of my fellow bandmates with the utmost importance. The other guys performing my stuff with me need to express the music and lyrics I write too, right. Which is why I think it would be better and easier for them if I just didn’t masticate things, but…

R: I’m curious as to what the other members of Village Man’s Store think!

M: This might simply be because I just fell too far in love with the “rock band” structure. Respecting your fellow man and each other is the coolest possible thing, is a value I hold dear.

R: I see now. I actually really understand that way of thinking.

M: I have this image of a perfect, ideal model rock band in my head, so like I never ever try to outwit my fellow bandmates or anything like that.

R: Wow. You’re the epitome of a pure rocker boy.

Editors: To tie the knot, Mizuno-san please tell us about your interests and hobbies.

M: This’ll swing our conversation in a totally different direction but, recently I’ve been into all these products made by the company “Yamazaki (https://theyamazakihome.com)”. Musicians tend to amass a lot of junk so (laughs), I have like no space to put things in my house. To store things I have no choice but to venture vertically. Yamazaki stuff avails magnets and allows for me to stick things onto walls, making ‘em real convenient. They can reach those hard to reach places and scratch my itch.

R: Woah, that’s news to me! So they make use of dead space. Now I want to get some too (laughs).

M: My room is filled through the roof with random elements, so just basic stuff fits in perfectly, the simplicity of the products is awesome. If you’re looking for something specific, they definitely got it!

R: That does sound awesome. I’m gonna get hooked at this rate too (laughs).

#ビレッジマンズストア #village man’s store #translation #Men's FUDGE magazine #why did they name their magazine mens fudge omg someone tell them

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absolutely-esme · 1 year ago

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I'm picturing this as a world where all ghosts can be summoned, and if you don't put restrictions on it, you can be summoned whenever by whoever. Hope you don't mind too much if I leave the ghost king bit out, I had an idea that went in a slightly different direction.

Now imagine this happens early on in Danny's time as a ghost. Tim isn't summoning full-fledged hero Danny or grown-up entity of terrifying power Danny. He's summoning new baby ghost hero Danny who still falls through things accidentally but is doing his best to do good despite his lack of skill and experience.

This Danny is not at all ready to be responsible for a younger kid, but he'll do his best since nobody else is stepping up. That's his little brother now. Sam and Tucker's, too, if they can figure out a way to tag along. Taking time to look after a kid on top of school and protecting the town from ghosts is going to put even more on their plate, but accompanying Tim on his photography jaunts allows them to learn a lot from watching Batman and Robin (it also forces all of them to get fit enough to traverse the rooftops without superpowers because Batman would notice a glowing teenager flying around and Danny doesn't start out with the ability to reliably stay invisible the who,e time).

When Vlad clones Danny, things go a little different at the end. Instead of Dani just flying off by herself, there's a place for her to go that's not Vlad's place or a house full of ghost hunters. The Trio bring Dani to Tim's house. Tim is thrilled to have someone who can stay with him when the trio have to go back to Amity. They can watch movies and play video games and eat dinner together!

Tim and Tucker put together a good set of fake documentation for Danielle Drake. If Jack and Janet notice the change from having one child to having twins, they don't let on. (Are they just that tuned out, or did the last dig site have a magical artifact that made them really susceptible to the power of suggestion for twenty-four hours? You decide!) If the Bats notice at all, they just chalk it up to the Justice League getting involved in some time shenanigans right before the first Gala she attends.

I headcanon that Danny's clones were unstable because Vlad tried to make them completely out of ectoplasm (which he could get for free) without the various building blocks a human body is made from, which means they only had half their bodies' structure. Dani was more stable and lasted longer because she ate lots of food when she arrived at Danny's house, so her body had some proteins and whatnot to work with. She has plenty of access to food while living with Tim, so she won't destabilize again.

When Jason dies and Batman goes off the rails, team Phantom starts searching the Ghost Zone, to see if they can find Robin and get him to talk Batman down, maybe give him some closure. Unfortunately, it begins to look like Gotham might not have the time that's taking, so Tim and Dani begin looking into other options.

Tim and Dani both become Robin together when it becomes clear that Batman needs a chaperone because wrangling Batman is not a one person job. They do not add modifiers to the code names to differentiate them. These two thrive on the Danny and Dani chaos. They will make their own Robin and Robin chaos.

They call each other Robin easily without mixups because who else would they be talking to? Whenever someone else addresses Robin, the one to answer is the one who can do so more easily or the one who would be funniest.

Then they meet Stephanie Brown, who also thrives on chaos. The three of them practice saying Robin with subtle differences in inflection so that they can tell who they're talking too, but others can't tell the difference. Once they get they get the hang of it, Steph joins the Rob Squad. She just shows up one day wearing one of Dani's spare uniforms, and they act like nothing is out of the ordinary.

Bruce: Who IS this?

Tim and Dani: That’s Robin. Obviously.

They don't acknowledge it until Nightwing comes by. When Nightwing asks about the addition of a new Robin, Dani explains that supervising Batman is a big job and many hands make light work. Nightwing gets special treatment because he is Commander Nightwing, Founder of The Rob Squad.

Tim and Dani don't keep their identities from Steph once she's one of them because they're a team. They have to function as a seamless unit if they're going to pull off Rob Squad shenanigans, and they can't do that without sufficient familiarity between them. Besides, they already know they can trust Steph. They wouldn't be getting up to madcap hijinks together if they didn't.

Nightwing and Alfred are the only authorities the Rob Squad recognizes. They respect Alfred's authority because you can't just not respect Alfred as a child in his care. That's not how it works. They choose to respect Nightwing as the OG Robin, as the giant whose shoulders they stand upon, and as the most experienced veteran at dealing with Batman's BS.

Batman is not an authority they answer to because this generation of the Rob Squad is here as Batman's adult supervision, not the other way around. They are quick to remind him of this when he forgets. The first time he tries to bench one or more of them, Dani gives him an unimpressed look and tells him that if he wants to patrol all by himself like a big boy, he needs to work on showing that he's ready for the responsibility. He can start by going a full month without having to be tranquilized to prevent him from crippling or killing someone.

Meanwhile, Team Phantom continues searching the Ghost Zone whenever they can get the time to do it. They can't check in on Tim and Dani quite as frequently as they would like between school, protecting Amity, and searching the GZ for Jason Todd, but they do what they can and check in for periodic updates.

Eventually, they manage to find the particular Heaven Jason Todd resides in and explain the situation. (All afterlifes exist within the GZ)

Danny: So will you talk to him? The Rob Squad is doing a pretty good job of keeping things from going too far off the rails, but it's not a permanent solution, and managing Batman's behavior really shouldn't be their job.

Jason: The Rob Squad?

Tucker: Robin, Robin, and Robin.

Jason: They're all going by Robin?

Sam: They're stopping Batman from becoming a supervillain by keeping him too exhausted and disoriented to get around them when they have to stop him from crippling or killing everyone he fights.

Jason: What the fuck?

Tucker: Yeah, it's been weird to watch. I sort of forgot that death seemed different when I hadn't spent so many weekends exploring the Ghost Zone.

Unfortunately, Team Phantom's timing means that Jason disappears from the afterlife immediately after agreeing to talk to Bruce. (This could be the initial resurrection or or the Lazarus dip that returned him to cognizance. Dealer's choice.) Whenever Jason is conscious again, he doesn't clearly remember his time in the afterlife. He does have some intuition and vague remembrances just out of reach.

Jason knows there's something off about what the League of Assassins is telling him. He's got enough suspicion to resist the brainwashing a little, but he's still at the League's mercy with no rescue coming. He can't let them know he's resisting because he has no exit strategy, and the Lazarus pit side effects are NOT HELPING. On top of that, he doesn't know what is pinging his bulshit radar and can't investigate without raising suspicions that he cannot afford to raise while he is alone in enemy territory.

He's still pretty messed up by the time he is allowed to return to Gotham, but there is still something in him that rejects the League narrative and philosophy. Some part of him not convinced that love=murder or that the Rob Squad are his enemies, despite having it drilled into him over and over. (Some part of him didn't want a super-powered ghostly version of the Joker to become the problem of a handful of teen heroes with no mentor)

He's not OK. He's a mess and he's making bad decisions because of it. He is breaking the fuck down all over Gotham. Even so, he can't bring himself to hurt the Rob Squad. That's why the Rob Squad is uniquely suited to get him to stop and rest. (Well, that's part of why. The experience with wrangling stubborn, traumatized vigilantes is also relevant.)

I'm not sure exactly how it plays out, but I think confrontation somehow ends with the four of them in a Robins Only blanket fort.

Once they've got Jason settled, Tim can contact Team Phantom and see about getting Jason an appointment with a ghost doctor. It looks like the Lazarus pit gave him a nasty infection. Getting that treated will be a good place to start his recovery.

Team Phantom is really fucking relieved to hear that Tim has found Jason because he disappeared right in front of them and they've been freaking out. Now things are back in the realm of stuff they can do something about.

It was tiny Tim's first time being 'old' enough to be left home alone without a babysitter, and even though he KNOWS he shouldn't mess or play with some of the things his parents sent home from their digs, he's still a very curious child.

Yeah, maybe playing and later solving that old puzzle box that apparently summoned a powerful eldritch being from a different realm and binded them together until his own death might not have been the brightest thing Tim has done... but at least he's not alone now!

Meanwhile, Danny takes one look at the kid who not only summoned him but solved the puzzle box and sighed to himself, this was the last time he took Tuckers advice on how to escape the dumb Ghost King summonings by creating a 'prove yourself worthy' loophole/puzzle.

Also.. where the heck are your parents kid?!?!?

#dpxdc #dcxdp #found family #Rob Squad au

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