#ay caramba how did I do this

[risto-licious]

Do you work full time as an artist?

I do!

[stoopakoopa]

Day 8 - Reunion

Drew out a little snippet from @donze-trash's fic for @mesdelostrescaballeros2024!!

Part of a larger continuity being uploaded on ao3! Read it below ⬇️

Donald pulled up outside the apartment where Panchito was staying and took a deep, fortifying breath. Of course he was excited to see his friend again! Of course he was excited for The Three Caballeros to be once more reunited, even if only for a day. There was just that one catch—he felt bad even calling it a catch, like it was somehow a bad thing that he and Zé had finally professed their love for one another—but it would always be awkward telling Panchito. Surely, the duck thought with an internal groan, things would unavoidably change within the trio.

To make it all worse, José had been away on flight shifts when Panchito arrived in town, and Donald had agreed to only break the news when his new boyfriend had returned. He was a terrible liar about this kind of thing: his tongue got all tied up and his beak chattered when he spoke. How in the hell was he supposed to—?

The Donald Duck Pity Party was cut short as sharp, energetic chatter caught his ear from the street: Panchito was being seen off and heading straight for the car. Donald flung himself toward the back seat, toward the gift José had planned to hand over today, and hastily threw a spare blanket over it. The thick, scratchy wool did a decent job of concealing the obvious shape of a brand new guitar, at least if you didn't pay it mind. They'd give it to him when they were all together. That's how they were supposed to do things. Together.

Panchito appeared, waving goodbye to someone before bounding out of the apartment complex. His face lit up when he saw Donald, and before Donald could even get a word out, Panchito had leapt into the front seat, pulling him into a bear hug. His wide sombrero wobbled dangerously, but he didn't seem to care.

"¡Ay caramba, amigo! What took you so long to get here?" Panchito exclaimed, yanking Donald into his arms despite protest from his seatbelt, all to kiss Donald's cheek with his usual enthusiasm.

"'Ey, Pancho! How you doin' amigo?" The duck choked out, finding it a little easier to act natural amid the strangulation.

Panchito released Donald to pinch his cheek playfully. "Better with you here! I've been working on that new song I told you about last night! What about you? What have you been up to all day?"

"I'm doin' swell! And nothing much! Been taking 'er easy today." He lied, and not well—he was already talking too much. "Excited, though! Not every day I get to hang out with my two best pals!" Donald pulled away from Panchito's hold in order to return his attention to driving, feeling too awkward to linger in the warm hold, however much he usually would.

The charro clicked the seatbelt into place and leaned back in his seat, apparently unfazed by the duck's haste. "Ay güey, I'm just hyped that we are finally getting together again for a change. So, what are we doing this time? Are we gonna hit up the club so hard we get kicked out again? Or maybe reopen the Magical Mythical Monster Petting Zoo from Scrooge's secret vault? Or how about we raid the Anvilania embassy and get the ambassador drunk again? You know she still calls me." 

Donald nodded, absolutely not absorbing anything the rooster was clucking about in favor of focusing on the road. He was happy, of course; his friend's exuberance was infectious to say the least. It had indeed been too long since they got to hang out like this as a group… but a part of him still felt tense. He chanced another glance at the vaquero—oblivious, humming merrily, a long leg resting against the door as he propped up his foot on his knee and took up what little space his seat offered. He wished he could feel so carefree.

When they arrived at the little airport, Panchito's excitement was hard to miss. Before the car could even finish pulling up to the 15-minute zone, he'd unbuckled and bolted out of the car window, running ahead towards the tarmac and calling out for Zé at the top of his lungs.

"Yeah, don't wait up or nothing!" Donald called after him with a roll of his eyes. Crazy bird, he hadn't even put the car into park yet!  The lighthearted atmosphere Panchito had cultivated was at war with the impulse to complain bubbling inside him because he wanted see Zé first, to get a chance to hold his boyfriend first before they had to act respectably platonic in front of their none the wiser companion. It wasn't jealousy, not exactly, just…

One hug, one second to let the weight of the week melt off was all he wanted. But that wasn't happening. Not yet. Instead, he'd have to wait and keep playing the part.

"Great," he muttered, jerking on the car's parking brake. "Just act natural. Simple."

The airport, while always abuzz with people from all walks of life and from every corner of the globe, was relatively less hectic on a weekday like this, and José was all the more grateful for it. Deplaning the small jet from Panama was fairly routine and done quickly, leaving Zé with a little free time before he met up with his friends. He brought with him his single suitcase, loaded with more clothes than his usual amount, plus some souvenirs from Brazil and the several other countries he had stopped in during the work week. There were things for the kids back at the manor, plus a homemade gaúcho style poncho pala made by his vovó for Della (whom the old bird had assumed was still freezing from her time on the Moon).  Strapped to the outside of the suitcase (because it could not fit) and wrapped in cloth was José's gift to Donald, a new hammock for his houseboat. He hoped he would like it.

Walking to the exit, Zé attempted to steal himself for the reunion to come. Not so much for seeing Donald, though his blood ran quick with excitement for him to be sure. But Panchito, whom he had not seen since they met for that ill-fated holiday to Bahia that never came to fruition. They had kept in constant contact even after their break up, though it caused pain on both sides. They had been determined to preserve their eternal friendship even in the face of romantic disappointment. And though it took some years for Zé to be able to look the rooster in the face without the unbearable ache in his chest urging him to take it all back and try again, he never wanted to lose sight of what drew him and the other two Caballeros together in the first place. They were his family, no matter what happened.

Even when I act like a stupid teenager and run crying to my ex-boyfriend about my hopeless crush, which turned out to be not so hopeless after all because we're together now and— Merda!

Zé closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. It was very good that he had this spare moment to compose himself as he entered the airport proper.

The distant sound of a familiar crow cut through the din of the crowd, stopping Zé in his tracks. That voice—there was no mistaking it. And like the call to sunrise, it made his heart want to leap into the sky. Spotting a tall flash of red, and a hat that he insisted was too big for his head, standing tall amongst the crowd, Zé dropped his suitcase and his umbrella and ran forward like his tail was on fire. Before he even had time to think about it, he was launching himself into Panchito's arms. The rooster caught him instantly, just like old times.

"¡¡AAAAAAJAJAJAJAJA!!" Panchito's triumphant grito echoed across the terminal. His grip was tight, almost desperate, and his wide grin spoke volumes. Zé could feel the emotion radiating from him—Panchito had missed him more than words could ever say, that much was clear. His whole body seemed to hum with excitement. 

"José!! Mi cielo!" Panchito crowed, his voice overflowing with affection as he slowly, reluctantly, released the green parrot. 

Zé smiled warmly, returning the sentiment. "It is so good to see you, docinho!" His tone was as light and affectionate as ever. "It has been too long!"

"No manches, pendejo, it's only been a few months!" Panchito guffawed, his eyes sparkling with unfiltered happiness. His grin stretched wide as he shook his head in disbelief, the warmth in his expression unmistakable. The man was an open book, his emotions always worn on his sleeve.

The malandro chuckled softly, adjusting his hat. "Well, yes, but it has been twice as long since the three of us have been—" He stopped, scanning the area. "Espere, onde está o Donald?" 

Panchito's expression shifted briefly—a flicker of realization, maybe impatience. He glanced back toward the car, where Zé knew Donald must still be catching up. The vaquero's elation had clearly driven him to rush ahead, leaving their other friend behind. Zé could almost feel the mixture of emotions brewing under Panchito's playful exterior, a familiar tug of longing buried in the joy of reunion.

But Zé knew better than to bring that up. He simply smiled again, his voice calm, teasing. "Always in a rush, eh  mano?" 

"Life is too short to sit still," the rooster replied assuredly, and his hand which still rested on his waist in a half hug pulled him in for just an instant, a punctuation to the point. 

"Hey, ya found 'im! Over here, guys!!!!" a distinctive voice cut through the busy hum of the arrival hall and Zé immediately turned towards the sound, his heart immediately catapulting into the stratosphere.

"DONAL'!" he and Panchito shouted in unison, their voices echoing across the platform. The moment the malandro caught sight of Donald looking flustered and determined as ever as he weaved through the crowd, all the excitement, the nerves, the longing came rushing back to him. He broke from Panchito's hold to sprint to him with ever increasing urgency, his heart pounding not from exertion but from sheer jubilation.

Quickly he closed the distance between them, throwing his arms around the sailor and pulling him into a tight embrace. He fit into his arms perfectly, and for a moment he didn't want to let go. Donald absorbed the impact with ease and let Zé down safely, the rest of the world seeming to melt away in an instant. Zé quickly buried his face into Donald's shoulder, feeling the comforting weight of his lover's arms around him. There was relief, adoration, and an overwhelming sense of peace. Even for just a fleeting moment, everything felt right—like he was where he belonged.

"Meu querido..." Zé whispered softly, just for Donald, though he didn't linger on the words. He knew this interlude was fleeting.

Sure enough, as if sensing their private moment was up, Donald's voice broke through their quiet intimacy. "Panchito...?" Donald called, one arm still wrapped around Zé as he extended the other towards their rambunctious rooster to include him.

Zé was too distracted with cuddling up to his sailor's side to register the gleam in Panchito's eye, at first. As it was, it was only the loud, triumphant yell that signaled their impending doom, and the parrot felt he had little choice but to make sure he didn't endure it alone, his arm holding his duck in place.

"No, wait—!" Donald started, but it was too late.

Panchito came down hard from where he had launched himself into the air like a luchador delivering his finishing move. Elbow extended, he crashed into the two of them with the energy of a firecracker bursting on impact. Donald let out a choked WAK! of surprise, his arms flailing as he was knocked clean off balance. Zé, caught in the middle of it all, simply accepted his fate with a laugh, not even trying to brace for the collision.

They tumbled down in a heap of feathers, beaks, and limbs, Zé wedged between his two best friends, both of them piled on top of Donald, who lay sprawled at the bottom. He could feel Donald wheezing beneath him, dazed from the sudden assault, while Panchito—of course—was perched victoriously at the top of the pile, leaning on one elbow like he owned the world.

"Órale! ¿Que te pasa? You were supposed to catch me!" Panchito chortled, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he flashed a wide, playful grin down at the both of them. "I could have gotten hurt!" 

"God forbid…" Donald rasped weakly.

Zé couldn't help but chuckle, even as he lay squashed in the middle. Completely unconcerned by the chaos, he wiggled into a more comfortable position between them, his head resting against Donald's back. He could feel the frantic beat of his partner's heart beneath his cheek, could hear the shallow breaths as Donald tried to recover. There was no tension, no frustration. Just pure, unbridled affection. Even in moments like this—especially in moments like this—Zé felt nothing but love for the both of them.

This was how it had always been with the three of them. Chaos and laughter, roughhousing and tenderness, all tangled together in one messy, beautiful friendship.

"Well, caras," Zé sighed contentedly, "it is good to be back where I belong."

"Where, with all of ya on top of me?" the sailor beneath him groaned, barely able to get out a full breath with all the pressure bearing down on him.

Don't tempt me, the malandro thought before immediately shelving it for later.

[gangstalkerbarbie]

the thing about me as a homestuck fan is I have mixed success even explaining my troll fanon to people because in order to get where I'm at with these bees you need to jump thru so many hoops

like

ok listicle below the cut

1) you have to be at least as weird as Andy Huss to begin with and read very widely

2) you then have to take the christ allegory side plot to its logical conclusion and conceive of troll hillel the elder and troll jewish gender politics which

3) knowing they're eusocial you invent a layered and nuanced gender system resulting in a canon compliant homosocial matriarchy for the empire to consume

4) this will lead you to realising that the canon characters are children in the fading shadow of a functioning society and cannot be expected to know anything significant about their own context for lack of adult investment and so

5) how did that come about? oh right its canonically explicit and

6) things used to work differently, you can see traces everywhere if you look, so

7) assemble the traces with a reasonably good kintsugi glue extending the gnostic and talmudic era jewish vibes and the imagery of roman colonialism and american expansionism

8) make it a bit soviet, add your touch, be liberal with it, they're eusocial

9) well now you have to think about what troll judaism was like some more (canon demands it be at least a bit horrible, so let's unprohibit some fun things like human sacrifice for the vine and invent how this could be integral to society. hello heian era mexico) because somewhere along the way you isolated scratch as the reason its like this and excised him from your beautiful and strong new fanon

10) are there troll Samaritans? what did they do to them

11-16) worldbuilding

17) fuck the fact that sufferism never took off means the empires state religion is still space judaism, that's what all the old Mother fanon and the thing about their actual mothers comes from

18) derailment to figure out how to make this an instrument of statism and rotate women rabbis with swords who fight gang wars over political control of cities and kill tentacle monsters in one's mind. sickest fucking thing you've ever seen, give em professional culture and rituals (18a-q)

(the tentacle monsters are nuclear capable and function exactly like ancient near eastern city gods in terms of maintenance and poachability)

19) gog is a deliberate social construct, monotheism in this universe is like the threat of nuclear annihilation (there is a greatest among gods and she will kill for us; you've already met tentacle monsters Little Boy and Fat Man along with our armada, you don't want to know what we're hiding in the temple) and that's how they "solved racism"

20) in universes without meenah this evolves into an insane theocratic surveillance state and the problem is that its so so fucking sick you catch yourself forgetting elements of canon

21) octopus have to be trosher because I think the imagery of eating a city's god that you killed with ballista fire is fucking sick as hell. include them with fish i guess

22-27) the earthsea omnibus

28) smoke break

29) dune interlude

30) кибердеревня interlude

31) ay caramba where are we?

32) furiously worldbuilding caste sociology and politeness

33) in too deep to stop

34) having in universe theological debates with yourself in your head

35) lets go try to show our ocs, touched indelibly by all of this and the many precise ways it anchors exactly to canon, to the internet

36) oh no

[wonderlandleighleigh]

(”Janine Caine” is my own invention, as another female comic of Midge and Lenny’s time. I didn’t want to use a real person this time.)

2010

“Lenny.”

Lenny grins, quirking an eyebrow at Craig Ferguson from next to his desk. “I like the way you say my name. It’s like watching Highlander.”

“You’ve seen Highlander?” Craig asks, laughing.

Lenny shrugs. “Midge wanted to see it. Sean Connery.”

“Aaaaahhhhh, I see,” Craig chuckles. “Can I ask you a question, Lenny.”

“That’s why I’m here. Otherwise we’d just sit here and stare at each other,” Lenny points out.

“We’ll get to that at the end of the interview,” Craig promises. “So Janine Caine was on the show not too long ago.”

Lenny chuckles. “I did catch that.”

“She says she had some steamy nights with you before Midge,” Craig says, lifting a suggestive eyebrow.

“It’s true,” Lenny confirms hesitantly. “I used to not like to talk about this stuff, but I’m old. *OOH LA LA* it. Yes, before Midge and I met, Janine and I had a couple of nights together, but I uh...I was still married and doing a lot of drugs- it wasn’t- I wasn’t good for her. Or anyone, at that point in my life.”

“She says that if you’d met later, like you met Midge, maybe you and she...?” Craig asks.

“No,” Lenny shakes his head.

“Really?” Craig asks interestedly.

“Really,” Lenny chuckles. “Look, I think Janine is a great comic. She’s so talented, she’s so funny. But what I noticed about her was that she was always on, and she expects the people around her to always be on, as well. And honestly, when I go home at night, I don’t want to be on all the time.”

“So your home life is very quiet then?” Craig asks.

“Well, sure,” Lenny shrugs. “You know, when we’re home, I like to read and listen to music, and Midge likes to watch movies and TV shows. So I’ll hang out in my study, and she’ll put something on the TV, and she’s got these adorable little popcorn buckets she uses.”

“That sounds boring!”

“It’s great,” Lenny shrugs. “And you know, it’s not like we never do things together. We watch movies, and go to the movie theater, and we’ll make dinner together and listen to music and eat together. Go out to shows and dinners together, but there’s no- there’s no expectation to be on, you know?”

“Right.”

“And the best part is when we get ready for bed,” Lenny tells him. “Because she’ll tell me all about what she’s watched, and she’s so *TOOTSY FRUITSY* funny, that it is always entertaining.”

Craig laughs. “So what, she gives you a recap of Downton Abbey, but it’s the wild, dirty version?”

“Exactly!” Lenny says. “It’s great. And she just wants me to listen, you know? I don’t have to be funny or clever, I just get to sit back and be an audience, which I enjoy very much.”

“And you don’t think it’d be that way with Janine?” Craig asks.

“Well, Janine wanted a sparring partner twenty-four-seven,” Lenny explains. “You know, she’d make a joke, and I would laugh, and she’d sort of try to goad me into making quips back and being funny with her, even when I wasn’t feeling like being funny.” 

“So you think she wanted the stage version of Lenny Bruce all the time,” Craig surmises.

“Yes,” Lenny nods. “I think she did, and that’s just too hard to keep up all the time. You can really burn out on being the public version of yourself all the time, you know?”

“And that’s not to say you’re lying to your audience,” Craig comments.

“Well, I’m a standup comic. People coming to see me are paying to laugh,” Lenny reminds him. “Not every story I tell is true, but the ideas espouse are my ideas of what’s funny or interesting, or bizarre. But comics can’t keep up that stage persona all the time.”

“Oh, no, you’d go *AY CARAMBA* crazy,” Craig agrees.

“Exactly. Midge very much likes the home version of me. She doesn’t get agitated if I’m having a quiet day. Sometimes, she even says ‘feeling quiet?’ And I nod, and she says ‘Okay. Want a sandwich?’ And then we have sandwiches.” 

“That sounds lovely,” Craig tells him. “I’m always blown away by how great you two are.”

“Well, it took time to get there,” Lenny reminds him. “You know. We got married in 65, and we struggled a lot between my addiction issues, and she had some things going on emotionally and physically that were so hard, but we both wanted it to work, so we helped each other through or *AY CARAMBA* and we made it. And I think Janine would have taken one look at the real me and dumped me very quickly.”

“Then why do you think she seems so jealous?” Craig asks, leaning in.

“I’m a fantastic lay,” Lenny responds seriously, making the audience and Craig laugh.

“We’ll be right back with more Lenny Bruce!” Craig cries, still laughing.

[memelorduwu17]

Current comfort video

I've watched his 100 times

So here are my favorite quotes

Tommy- Gasp "Charlie Slimecicle in Brighton?

Charlie- "I'm the crime boy, I'm gonna kill someone"

Tommy- "Enjoy being poor"

Charlie- "Are you prey? "

The entirety of the raps from Tommy, Charlie, and Wilbur

Charlie "Can you cum?"

The tunnel harmonizing

Tommy during the tunnel harmonizing- "the council have found you"

Tommy- "Hello vlog Nation, Time for amersistadam"

Charlie- "Bagoogoo"

Toby- "We have a bomb"

Charlie- "You look like a right nonce"

Charlie- "How much oil do you think that thing takes? I'll take more not even a challenge"

Charlie- "Prank Channel"

Tommy- "You just pranked me on my prank Channel?

Charlie- "Bee Boop"

Tommy and Phil- "Such pretty eyes you have" "thanks mate" "I'm going to gorge them"

Phil and Tommy- Raspberry "I appreciated that father it boosted moral" "Good son"

Wilbur- "there's a cheese shop here, they give you free samples and I once ate so much I vomited"

Toby and Tommy- "thoughts on the Netherlands, Toby?" "It's really pretty, trams are awesome" "you're prettier" "please don't flirt with me" "oh- sorry"

Tommy and Wilbur- "Dalibjukfor" "Deb'jenkorf" "dalibjukfor"

Charlie- points to pidgon "Hello! Only in Amsterdam "

The whole "lib up" part

Tommy and Toby- "tubbo can you cum?" "Oh I would love too" "du- Charlie!" "Ya now you're uncomfortable"

Phil, Charlie, and Tommy- "I got soul but I'm not a soldier" "I got cum but I'm not a" "cummer" "cumster"

Tommy- "I am completely unstable" (my mental state)

Phil and Charlie- "do you want to stand in front and recreate the Titanic?" "Um not the whole thing"

Tommy- "Boat!"

Wilbur- "I hope you're not expecting good travel"

Tommy- "let's rob the vulnerable Charlie come on my pirate brotheren. Ay caramba! That's the pirate noise"

Tommy and Wilbur- "let's mug someone" "go on" "hey!"

Charlie- talking about Tommy "what is going on in there? What is happening in there?"

Charlie just going "bruh" when the duck's were in front of the boat

Tommy and Toby- "tubbo you're always a sunflower to me" "please stop flirting with me"

Tommy- "please do subscribe this is the tom Simons channel. We love you too much here vlog Nation ™" kiss "no other channel- no other channel loves you as much" kiss "that's right dearest viewer no other channel has the same amount of love" kiss "please subscribe"

Charlie and Tommy- "Tommy are you manipulating again?" "With love" kiss

Tommy and Wilbur- "I can't cum™" "what did you say?" "I can't cum™" "what did you say?" "you've been edging me"

Wilbur- "if you arnt subscribed make sure you stay that way"

Charlie and Tommy-"I belong" "west vaginaaaa" "did you just butcher the name of my great state Virginia?" "Is that where you are from? I thought you're from Vermont" "nah I'm from northern vagin- vergin-"

Wilbur and Charlie- "throw a peanut for a bird when we see one" "this is literally cashews" "my brother in Christ"

Everytime they say "stroop me"

Tommy- "wait! The boats cumming"

Charlie- "new scoop here. I'm out of stroops, what am I supposed to do?"

Charlie feeding Tommy a stroop "stroop up"

Tommy, Phil, and Charlie- "Phil watch out for cringe" "watch out for cringe? Where's cringe? " it's me. Cringe"

The entire part of Charlie hanging in the bridge and Charlie immediately saying "stroop me!"

Phil feeding Charlie a stroop

Tommy- "only on vlog Nation" kiss

Wilbur walking through the bush

Toby- "I get to drive for longer"

Charlie- "more stroops for me"

Charlie- "not for tommyinnit. A long man"

The tommyinnit shuffle

Tommy and Wilbur- "captain Wilbur permission to pick up sailor Charlie?" "Permission denied" "really?"

Wilbur and Charlie- "Charlie do you know the layout of Amsterdam?" "I literally don't speak this language"

Them driving through the tree

Charlie standing on the dock. Wilbur- "Charlie can I just take a photo of you man. This is gorgeous" "can you what?" "Wait Charlie you look great right there" "are you fucking serious?"

Tommy swinging in the tree

Tommy- "Charlie can I just say you have tenderus calves"

Wilbur biting Tommy

Charlie- "hey Wilbur odds on throw up" "bLEuRgh"

"Smile like you mean it. Tub-tubbo Char-charlie Philza Minecraft" Wilbur eats camera

Charlie- "ya know it's um 420 today. Wanna get some legos?"

Charlie- "people are chasing after me. These pig people are chasing after me until i- until I put gold on and I give them gold and they give me pearls and they give me so so many pearls and I beat Minecraft in 10 minutes"

Charlie- "I'll eat it. If you give it to me early I'll eat it. I'm too hungry I can't wait" chewing "gulp"

Charlie- "I feel like I'm insane right now"

Charlie- *sometimes to stop yourself from breaking down you gotta build something else up. Blart✌"

Charlie- "Vlog Nation hungry" devours yummy ball thing

Charlie and Toby- "tubbo" "don't look at me like that I'm feelin aroused"

Charlie and Tommy- "can you straighten me out?" "Girls, breasts, vagina. Not dick" "men, balls, cock, balls" "no! no! no!"

Tommy- "I know every bad word. Fuck fuck fuck"

[ariadoesntwrite]

The Fine Art(s) of Seduction

{Because I am way too proud of this title to let anyone have even a slight chance of missing it.}

“And you’re SURE this will work?” Tegan swallowed thickly and gave his friend an appraising look as he hunched over slightly, suddenly feeling self-conscious about his above-average height.

Tyler nodded confidently and slapped him on the back, grinning, the perfect picture of assured nonchalance and an extreme contrast as he stood next to his bespectacled best bud. “Totally. Chicks dig this kind of… stuff.” He shot one finger gun at Tegan as he elbowed him and clicked his tongue.

“Now come on, just like I demonstrated.”

Tegan tossed a pen to the ground, shakily leaned over to retrieve it by way of bending from the waist with his knees locked, and snapped back upright. A good number of his joints cracked along.

“AHA!” Tadashi threw the door open so forcefully it hit the opposite door with a loud bang as he barreled into the classroom, phonN in recording mode and pad of detention slips at the ready.

“I KNEW... it…” he trailed off, slowly backing up into the wall as his mistake sank in. He had intended to make a clean, swift getaway, but misjudged where the doorway was behind him. The only thing he could do now was to cut his losses and hope all three of them would forget the incident soon enough.

Tyler grinned and waved at him. Well, more towards the phone than Tadashi. “Hi! I’m Wyler Tilliams, and you’re watching Did—”

“...Oh. I thought Axel or Ellie was in here with you. Doing stuff. Against the rules.” Tadashi mumbled sheepishly, slinking back out the door. It was a weak excuse, but it was far too late to recover. He resolved within himself to be absolutely certain next time, and not let his love of laying down the school bylaws get in the way of sound judgement and good sense.

Tyler watched him go, then turned to Tegan and shrugged nonchalantly. “Meh, there was a good chance of you hitting your head on a ceiling fan that way, anyway.”

Tegan dropped down into a chair, eyes wide. “What?!”

“No time to waste, onto the next one! Strategy B!” Tyler ran over to him and grabbed him by the arm.

Tegan hastily pushed his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with the back of his hand. “But what–”

Tyler shoved a finger right in his face. “DO NOT QUESTION THE PROCESS!”

Tegan bit back a sarcastic comment and sighed. He meant well, but once Tyler was in full Determined Art Kid Mode™, there was no stopping him.

“Come on, come on, we gotta go go go!”

Tegan barely had time to react as Tyler pulled him to his feet and propelled him forwards by pushing him from behind.

“I do not have a speed setting this high!”

~~~~

Viktoria walked out of the main building, swinging her purse back and forth as she walked. She scanned her surroundings for any of her friends. Confirmation output.

There were Tyler and Tegan, over in the corner by one of those circular flowerbeds surrounded by a wall of overlapping stone bricks. She felt her pace slow, the toes of her shoes scuffing on gravel.

Something was different. Off.

They weren’t talking to each other, or laughing, or even nudging each other as you’d expect. They were just standing there, motionless. Calmly. Unobtrusively, even.

Tegan seemed upset? Should she go see what was up, try to comfort him? Or maybe he just wanted space more than anything. No, he was just squinting. Why would he be…

What happened to his glasses?

Viktoria observed the two of them for a bit, but they didn’t even acknowledge her presence. Tyler in particular seemed to stare right through her. She shuddered and continued walking past, then made a wide circle back and dropped behind the other side of the wall once she was sure they were no longer watching her. Being small at least came with a few perks.

Tyler cleared his throat, picking up right where he had left off without missing a beat. “ And then once you drop that line, you lean in all smooth-like, and best case scenario they’re also leaning in—”

“Like this?” Tegan interrupted, his tone quizzical.

Viktoria dared a glance and slowly raised her head and shoulders, startling at the sound of them yelping in unison. She quickly pushed the stems of a clump of orange tulips to the side and was rewarded by the unmistakable sight of TnT dropping to the ground in pain, accompanied by the sound of two dull thumps.

She shoved a fist against her mouth to muffle any potential noises of ausement, but enough air escaped to be audible. Oh no.

Tegan groaned like a water buffalo in heat and rolled over so he was lying facedown on the pavement. “That’s it, Tyler. I’m tapping out for today. Romance is overrated anyway, I have my waifu body pillows to love me.” He gathered his legs up underneath himself and painstakingly got up, then trudged in the direction of the dorms.

Viktoria hit the deck as Tyler slowly rounded the flowerbed and squeezed her eyes shut, willing for him to not see her.

“MISSION FAILED!” Tyler yelled right above her head, and Viktoria shoved her fist against her mouth for the second time that afternoon.

She sat up on her heels quickly and was about to retort when she noticed just how agitated Tyler looked.

“I can’t believe you saw all that!” Tyler squatted down to get on her level. “I am disgruntled! Not that I wouldn't’ve done the exact same thing had I been in your situation, but that is not the point-”

Viktoria plucked a leaf from her hair and let it drop. “Tadpole probably did too.”

Tyler steadied himself with one hand on the dirt. “Who what now?”

“Tadpole… Tadashi.” Viktoria motioned vaguely upwards. “The new security system? Yanno, he has direct access to the security feeds that the cameras are recording, and...”

Tyler groaned as if the news caused him physical pain and let his head hang down, forehead nearly brushing the ground as his free hand moved to his knee. “Wonderful.”

He straightened up and grinned brightly. “Well, hey, now that you know, I guess you gotta confess now!”

Viktoria blinked once. “No.”

Tyler threw his hands up in the air in frustration and annoyance. “Oh come on! Why not? What possible reason could you still have after all that?”

Viktoria took a strand of her own hair and began twisting it between her two palms. “Because if he’s been rehearsing, then that can only logically mean he wants to be the one to make the first move, on his own timetable. Yes? No?”

“Yes, but—” Tyler started. “But I— Ugh!” He slapped his hand against his forehead and slowly ran it down his face with a weary sigh. “You two deserve each other. Ay caramba.”

Viktoria stood, then offered her hands to Tyler, who accepted them after a brief pause and one more vexed glare. “Impossible. Both of you. I expect some sort of compensation in both of your living wills.”

“Yeah, okay.” VIktoria quietly watched with appraising eyes as he dusted off the shoulders of her jacket.

“You know, he’s really lucky to have you.”

Tyler turned towards the direction of the dormitories and shrugged halfheartedly. “Meh. I guess I’m entertaining, I guess.”

He laughed as he pulled open the door. “I said ‘I guess’ twice in that sentence.”

Viktoria turned around and walked backwards through the doorway, then grabbed him by the shoulders as he followed her in. “Hey. Do not sell yourself short.”

Tyler crossed his arms and made a show of noticeably scanning her up and down. “You’re right, that’s your job.”

Viktoria made a strangling motion with her hands, eyes filling with a murderous rage.

“TYLER WILLIAMS YOU ARE D-E-A-D DEAD—”

Tyler maneuvered past her and started running down the hall for dear life, shrieking. “AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Tag list: @arlingtonssweetheart @sloth707

[askthreemarriedbirds]

He totally did that on purpose donal' haa ... Anywho how are you all doing

Jose, hearing his computer go off: Oh! Panchito, Donal', we have our first question!

Panchito, poking his head into the room with one duckling on his head, one in his arms, and one on his shoulders: Really!? Donal'! Get in here! We actually have a question!

Donald, walking in the room with a hit cup of chamomile tea: Really, what does it say?

Jose, reading the question: Aw, how adorable! They just want to know how we are. I am fantastic mi amigo! Obrigato.

Panchito, beaming as Dewey babbles into his cheek: I am fanastic too! I have my babies, so that always makes me happy!

Donald, hold his mug in both hands: I guess I'm o- *finally reads the first part of the question as his whole body turns red. He turns to panchito after setting his mug on the desk* I KNEW IT! WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU-!

Panchito, smiling nervously as he sets the boys down: Now Donald, mi pato, let's be reasonable.

Donald, pushing his sleeves up: Don't you 'mi pato' me bub! *starts running at panchito in only a way an angry Donald can*

Panchito, running from the room like his life depends on it: AY CARAMBA!

Jose, laughing as he picks up his nephews: Your tios are loco. *looks at the camera and winks with a cool smirk before reaching over and shutting the computer down.*

[turnaboutimagines]

Trucy calls her s/o to meet her big ol found family, then the aforementioned s/o gets interrogated by said family, courtroom style.

A bonafide kangaroo court…  This was a really cute request, pal!  Hope you enjoy it.  💚Feat. Teen!Reader

When Trucy asked you to come and meet her family officially for the first time, you really didn’t know what you expected.  It certainly wasn’t this.  A room full of lawyers and lawyer assistants…  Everybody seems cordial enough at least, but you can feel Mr. Wright in particular sizing you up from where he sits next to you.

About as soon as you’d gotten seated, Trucy hops up with.  “Oh, I almost forgot about the tea I put on!  I need to go get that.”  She gives a little warning pout as she looks around the room.  “Everybody be nice while I’m gone.  I’ll be riiight back.”

You open your mouth to protest, but she’s already turned on her heel and left before you can even find the words.  As soon as the door closes behind her, the atmosphere of the room immediately shifts.

“So,” Mr. Wright starts, placing a hand on your shoulder, looking more serious than you’d ever seen him in the brief glances you’ve gotten in the past, “I take it that you’re very serious about my little Trucy?  Because none of us here want her to get her heart broken.  Especially me.”

There’s an edge to his voice and it’s not hard to hear the unspoken threat underneath it.

Everyone’s eyes are on you, which is beyond intimidating… and not helped by the strong grip Mr. Wright now has on your shoulder.  However, it’s an easy enough question to answer… and an important one to get correct.  “O-Of course, Mr. Wright!  I, um, have a lot of plans for our future.  I mean, it’s kind of overwhelming right now, still figuring out college and all of that.  But no matter what, I-I’m really determined to make things work out for us.”

He looks toward Apollo, who gives him a curt nod, the grip on your shoulder relaxes some.  “That’s all true.”  He crosses his arms over his chest as he looks toward you, a small scowl on his face.  “But just how serious are you about Trucy?  Especially about her profession.  Like… are you considering becoming her magician’s assistant, maybe?”

“…Can’t you think of a more romantic question to ask, Apollo?” Athena asks, scrunching up her nose in disappointment as she looks down, leaning more over the couch just to make sure he sees it.

“H-Hey—!”

Pearl chimes in, lowering her thumb as clears her throat to catch your attention, ever polite, “I have to agree…  I think that maybe a better question would be… what do you like about Trucy?”

As Trucy’s best friend, you also really want to make sure that she likes you, so answering her question is more important.  “Ah, right—

“—Wait!”  Mystic Maya brings her fists in front of her, looking the picture of determination.  “Just how reliable are you?  Are you willing to be there for Truce through thick and thin, no matter what… and always share your fries with her?!” 

“U-Uh…”  The room’s really starting to feel awfully hot with all of these questions and absolutely no time given to provide proper testimonies to any of them.  

Right when you find your tongue to try answering the backlog of questions, a sigh comes out from behind you near the bookshelves.  Turning around, you see Chief Prosecutor Edgeworth adjusting his glasses as he stares (really, glares) you down.

“I may not be entirely certain as to why Ms. Wright invited me here, however… it seems as if nobody is asking the important questions.  So, I suppose I might as well.”  He casts a pointed look at Mr. Wright before his gaze hardens further as he looks at you.  “What are your current plans for your secondary education and subsequent career?  What romantic relationships have you had in the past?  And, most importantly, have you had any past troubles with the law?”

You just gape at him, unsure of where to even begin with those hard hitting questions… especially when he’s glaring at you like that.  But Trucy’s worth it, you just need to find your ability to speak and—

“¡Ay caramba!” Athena stands upright, slamming her hands against the back of the couch she’s been leaning against.  “You guys seriously all have the worst questions!  Except for Pearls, she had the right idea!  Their heart’s screaming out about how much they like Trucy!  Along with how overwhelmed they are, this is a lot of questions to throw at them at once.  Definitely not used to the courtroom like we are!”  She flashes you a comforting grin.

It was nice to know that at least somebody was in your corner, even though you felt like you needed to answer at least some of the earlier questions given how expectantly everyone was looking at you.  Mr. Wright’s hand still being on your shoulder certainly didn’t help anything.

Please let Trucy come back soon…!

“O-Oh, um—”

The door opens with that and you can’t help but let out a sigh of relief as the room returns to how it originally was, although you get the feeling that everyone’s disappointed that their questions.  But whose fault was that, really?  Not yours… you just hope that they all know as much.

“So, did you all get along while I was gone?” Trucy asks, looking to you as she sets the tray with the kettle and teacups down on the coffee table.

Everyone’s stares feel especially heavy as they await your assessment.  “Yup!  We sure did.  Just, uh, had a little Q and A is all.”

She raises an eyebrow at that, lips pursing as she reads your nerves.  But you weren’t lying, it could’ve gone a lot worse than getting bombarded with questions faster than you could answer them…

Phoenix pats you on the shoulder as he gives her a confident grin, “Definitely!  I’m looking forward 

Hearing her father say that brought a big smile to her face as she flops back down next to you, hugging your nearest arm in a comforting display of affection.

At least someone is, because your head’s still reeling.

[profitinaecho]

So You Wanna Spin Ch9

Max skims a hand up Liz’s exposed thigh where her black nightgown rode up in her sleep, smiling as goosebumps erupt over her skin. “Good morning.” His deep voice rumbles as Liz stretches.

“What time is it? You’re already dressed.” Liz remarks, noticing Max is already in crisp jeans and a blue plaid shirt. Liz’s hands flutter around her wild dark mane trying to tame it without a comb.

“9. I wanted to let you sleep. We’re already checked out, you just have to pack.” He watches her wake up fascinated. They always see each other first thing in the morning but they haven’t ever woken up together before.

Liz quickly sits up, flustered, Max’s wandering hand dropping to the bed. They’re running hours behind. “9! Max, we have to be on the road to get to El Paso to check in.”

Max chuckles and rolls her over under him, pecking her nose. “Nobody is going to be hoarding hotel rooms in El Paso in September. Kids are in school, it will be a ghost town. Just like everywhere else we’ve stayed.” Max goes to give her a proper good morning kiss and Liz wiggles out from under him. She’s running and he lets her, because he knows she will make a move on him when she’s comfortable again.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” It’s an excuse while she processes what happened the night before and they both know it. Max will let her run away- for now.

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“I’m sorry the hotel breakfast was packed up by the time we got down there, Liz.” Max glances over at his partner contrite. “We can pick up anything you want on the way out of town that you want. Oh! Look, that place with the croissants you like.” Max automatically turns on his blinker and heads for the small bakery. Liz had had their chocolate croissant three days that week.

Max pulls into the bakery parking lot as Liz’s personal cell phone rings and she picks it up with a bubbly “Hola!”. Max pantomimes nibbling a croissant and sipping coffee and Liz nods. He smiles at her rapid fire spanish knowing she is talking to her father and slips out of his seat leaving her to talk to him in peace.

When he returns with her coffee that is more cream than coffee and her chocolate chip croissant a few minutes later, Liz is giggling and talking about some telenova called Rubi. He can hear Arturo on the other line insisting that she needs to catch up on it so they can discuss the latest developments on it together. Apparently, something scandalous happened in the newest episode and he can only discuss it with Liz.

Suddenly, Liz hears a wail of aye caramba and a crash in the background at the Crashdown. “Papi, are you ok?” Max glances over at her concerned before merging onto interstate 10 towards El Paso

“It’s just Fernando. He forgot to use a potholder again.” Liz can practically see her father shaking his head in resignation that his employee will just drop pots every now and then. “Is Max there?”

Max sits up straighter as if Arturo can see him and smiles nervously at Liz. “Yes he is. Why?” Liz asks her father suspiciously.

“He's treating you right? Keeping his hands to himself?” Arturo growls on the other end of the phone. He is a short man, but he protects his family ferociously.

“Of course, Papi.” Liz sing songs back to him, in a well trained way from teenagehood that probably saved her boyfriend in high school’s life.

“Have a good trip, my amore” Arturo ends the call after another crash in the kitchen.

“Your dad is going to kill me if he ever finds out I touched you.” Max gulps, moving over a lane to avoid a tumbleweed on the two lane highway.

“He better not. I’m a grown ass woman.” Liz takes a defiant sip of her coffee and unwraps her croissant. She hates it when her father treats her like a baby.

Soon, Max’s personal cell phone rings. His eyes widen comically when his phone begins playing “Bossy” by Kelis and Liz raises an eyebrow at him in question at the bouncy club song. Max asks Liz to answer it since he’s driving and put it on speaker.

“Hello? Detective Evans’ phone” Liz answers Max’s phone after swallowing her mouthful of breakfast quickly, putting him on speaker phone.

“Oh my god, is this Liz?” Bursts an excited female voice. “Don’t worry, this isn’t a booty call. This is his sister, Isobel. He kept talking and talking about you and swearing you were real.”

Liz giggles nervously and Max growls “Isobel!”

“It’s true little brother!” Isobel chirps back at him cheerfully.

“We’re twins and I’m taller than you. So I’m the older sibling…” Max starts, just as they had argued countless times before.

“If you say so. Anyway, did you finally touch her or still jerking it behind closed doors.” They could hear the smile in her voice but nonetheless, Max sputtered.

“Oh my god.” Max blushed from the collar of his shirt to his ears.

“Oh! I finally mastered that hovercrafting technique you walked in on me practicing with Noah, you’ll be glad to know.”

Max gags in response while Isobel laughs delighted at his discomfort in her sex life. “Did you just call to torture me in front of my partner?”

“Of course not. Mom said to tell you to come to dinner next Sunday if you are back by then. You should bring Liz so we can meet her.”

“I’m sure Liz has better things to…” Max offers Liz an out, unsure if he is hoping she will accept or not. On the one hand, he wants to get serious with this woman. On the other, his family is freaking embarrassing.

“I’m free Sunday.” Liz pipes up, listening to the siblings fondly. It makes her miss her sister, Rosa.

“Traitor.” Max mumbles at her.

Isobel laughs delightedly. “Perfect! Just bring yourself. Mom always overcooks and has too much wine.”

“Is there such a thing?” Liz smiles.

“You read my mind! Love you, BABY brother.” Isobel exclaims then hangs up.

The two sit in silence for a moment, before Max breaks it. “So, you’re coming to family dinner.” He sees the sign for Texas approaching up ahead.

“You met my dad. It’s only fair. It doesn’t have to mean anything. We’re colleagues.” Liz twirls her long black hair nervously.

“Right.” Max smirks at her nonchalance.

“Your sister is a lot. Mine was too.” Liz smiles over at Max then jumps at a sudden loud pop. Max curses as the SUV swerves just as they cross the Texas border and eases it to a stop on the shoulder of the road.

“What was that?” Liz looks around panicked for the culprit of the noise.

“Flat tire. It will be ok. We have a spare.” Max leans across the console to squeeze her hand reassuringly then starts unbuttoning his plaid shirt to go out in the peak Texas sun.

“Max, is this really the time?” Liz flushes, watching his nimble fingers undo the buttons, transfixed.

“It’s hot outside, Liz. You’re lucky I’m not stripping down to my boxers.” Max winks at her then tosses her his shirt playfully. Liz only huffs his rain scented shirt a little.

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Liz bites her lip as she watches Max’s arms flex as he finishes tightening the lugnuts on the spare tire on the back right of the cruiser. Max comes up to her open window drenched in sweat carrying the wrench and shoves his head in her window.

“Ohmygodthatfeelssogood.” Max groans when the cool AC hits his face. He gently hands the wrench to Liz then playfully shakes off his sweaty hair in her direction making her squeal at him. “I got the tire put on. We need to stop at the first safe looking hotel we see to stop for the night. I’m not sure the spare will make it all the way to the hotel we were supposed to stop at.”

He gently takes the bottle of water she hands him and goes around to the driver’s side of the cruiser. He waits until an 18 wheeler passes and there is an opening in traffic before opening his door and hopping in quickly. He whips off his sweat soaked white undershirt and tosses it into the backseat, cranking the AC full blast. Liz traces his tattoos with her eyes before being startled by him clearing his throat.

“Elizabeth, my eyes are up here.” Max gestures at his eyes firmly, before breaking into a grin at her contrite expression. “You're always welcome to look at me, Liz.”

Liz curls into herself at the butterflies that erupt in her stomach at his words, looking out the window for a hotel. “There, Max!” She points one long crimson fingernail at the run down but well lit motel off the side of the road.

“Good eye, Liz.” Max agrees, turning on his blinker. It is Friday night and the small motel is across the street from a busy bar but seems to be relatively empty. Finding a room shouldn’t be a problem.

Max puts his plaid shirt back on and buttons it up smiling lopsidedly over at Liz. “Ready?”

At her nod, he meets her around at the hood of the cruiser, placing his palm gently on her lower back to guide her to the front door of the motel. When they reach the front door, he holds it open for her like his mother always taught him to do then follows her to the front desk.

“Welcome to Motel Del Turo, how can I help you?” A rail thin teenage boy with braces asks from the other side of the counter.

“We need two adjoining rooms, please.” Liz crosses her arms and smiles serenely up at the boy.

“Oh. We only have one room. It has a king size bed.” The boy wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “It’s the jalapeño room. VERY spicy.”

“Oh. No, we couldn’t possibly… I’ll sleep in the cruiser. ” Max starts, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Don’t be silly! We’re both adults and I will just end up in your room anyway.” Liz argues, placing her hands on her hips.

“You sure?” Max searches her eyes for any hesitation, although she has ended up in his room a lot lately.

“Positive. I don’t want to sleep in this hotel alone, Max.” Liz looks up at him through her long lashes, biting her lip.

“We’ll take it.” Max decides, sliding the teen his company card.

“You guys need condoms, towels or anything?” The boy nods his head suggestively at Max.

“Just the towels, thank you.” Max signs his name on the receipt feeling like he’s having some sort of out of body experience.

[evilkennedy]

Mathematically Proportionate

Summary: Your favorite gays in space have decided to paint. Fluff ensues. 

Pairing: S’vec Sylar (male OC @plaktow-ed) x Cristobal (Cris) Rios

Word count: 1,694

Note before you read: Listen, I have had this planned for a while. I am just insecure and it took me a while to write out fully without wanting to cry. Anyway I’m gonna post this and run away.. please be nice I’m soft.

“!Ay caramba! What a day.” The Captain stood up on the teleportation pad, reaching a hand out to help Sylar up. They just had a meeting with what was supposed to be a potential client and it hadn’t gone well to say the least. Luckily, they were both safe and sound on the ship again. 

Sylar took the hand offered to him, using it to stand up proceeding to dust himself off before adjusting himself to straighten in his, somewhat stiff, usual position. “It was definitely something, sir.” Rios walked away from the pad, rolling his shoulders in the process, before mumbling a response, “You can say that again.” He couldn’t help but think about how sore they were both going to be for a few days following this. Sylar followed behind him without a word, hands neatly placed behind his back and thinking the same thing.

Rios huffed as he plopped down onto the piloting seat. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” He plotted coordinates to the next place they were expected to meet a possible client. It took all of five minutes to get them onto the right course. He hoped that this call would actually be someone in need. Not an attack. He shook his head at the thought. Sylar was watching curiously behind him. Cris then closed the hologram, having already put the ship in the right direction. He clasped his hands together and stood. 

“I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink. He looked away for a moment, thinking, “How do you feel about painting?” The questions weren’t really genuine questions as much as they were suggestions. His mind was working a mile a minute and he was sure that Sylar would notice his anxiety soon. The Vulcan raised an eyebrow. “You know that I do not drink, Captain.. And painting? I have only ever done so once and- well it does not matter.” Cris eyed him and nodded slowly. He asked the computer to replicate his favorite alcohol and began to walk away with it as soon as it had appeared, gesturing for Sylar to follow him.

~

Upon reaching his quarters, he opened the door and walked in. He was completely oblivious to the confused head tilt behind him, before Sylar spoke up, “What are we doing in here?” Rios smiled brightly without even turning to look at the other man. He had his eyes set on the supplies that they had come in here for. “We-” He paused picking up two canvases from a hidden corner in his room, “-are going to paint.” The soft smile hadn’t left his face as he turned toward Sylar, lifting up the two canvases in his hands. Sylar quirked an eyebrow typically at this. Cris had indeed mentioned painting..

The Vulcan’s expression softened, only slightly, as he noticed that Cris was still smiling. It was a smile the other only seemed comfortable to wear around him. It was quite lovely. “I suppose I can give it another try, if it will please you.” He held out his hands, offering to take the canvases so that Rios could carry the other supplies. The Captain obliged, handing him the canvases as he turned to grab the rest of what he had in his art collection.  He glanced over all of the items, luckily there was more than enough for the both of them. He then tossed all of what they needed onto his bed. He then grabbed some old newspapers in order to cover the area, or at least the area he was painting in, before setting everything else up. 

After this was all finished, Cris stood up straight, clasping his hands together. Sylar had only watched him curiously, not really knowing what to do. “Alright, this is everything. You can use whatever paints you’d like-” Rios gestured to the paints in the center of their designated area, “-just put the ones you want to use on your palette.” The doctor listened to every word carefully, despite having painted before. “Yes sir.” 

~

Several hours later, smooth jazz music was playing from Rios’ record player. He was pleasantly buzzed from the alcohol and almost finished with his painting, when Sylar spoke up, obviously confused, “Captain, why is my face wet?” These words caused him to look away from his painting and to his adorably concerned lover. His own appearance was a mess to say the least, he was covered in paint and  he held one of his brushes in his mouth as he glanced over the expanse of  Sylar’s face. He couldn’t help but laugh as he took the brush out of his mouth to speak, “You have paint on your cheek, dear.” This only confused Sylar further. “Why is that amusing? You have paint all over your face and in your hair.” The other man shook his head fondly, “It’s cute.” He didn’t say another word as he added finishing touches to his painting. He added a bright blue brush stroke against the soft cheek of the man in the painting. Sylar was blushing from head to toe as he finished his own painting. Something intricately detailed and rather beautiful. He momentarily wondered if Cris would like it. He was still blushing as his bondmate had spoken up again, “You finished?” He sat back, away from his own painting and Sylar could only come to the conclusion that he was done with his and that is why he was asking. He took a moment to briefly glance over his own. “Yes, I believe I am.” This caused Rios to smile, any anxiety he had experienced before this was long gone. “Okay, so usually when people paint together, they count down and then show each other their individual paintings at the same time. Shall we do that?” Sylar seemed to ponder this for a moment before decidedly nodding. Cris took his painting in both hands, slightly nervous to expose it to Sylar, as he’d never shared his artistic side with the man before. 

“Alright, 1… 2… 3.” They both simultaneously turned their paintings around. Cris gaped as Sylar’s painting came into his view. It was a sort of galaxy, but more ethereal than any part of the galaxy that he had ever seen. It was so detailed and very obviously well thought-out, much unlike his own painting which was decidedly not. He wondered where the Vulcan had come up with the idea. It was truly a sight to behold and he wondered why the man didn’t paint more frequently.

In his admiration of Sylar’s painting, he hadn’t realized the aforementioned man blushing even darker as he revealed his painting to him. He didn’t know what he had expected when Rios turned around his canvas but it hadn’t been that. How did he manage to capture him so beautifully? There was no way that he was this angelic in person, it had to have been Rios’ own artistic style in combination with the man’s vision of himself. 

Cris turned his own painting back around, now quite shy to hear the other’s opinion after having seen his lovely art. “I’m speechless. Where did you- Why don’t you paint more? That is the most aesthetic piece of art I have seen in a while.” Sylar wasn’t expecting this reaction from Cris and he could tell. “I- Well, sir, I have been told that I should stick with my chosen profession. It is a waste of time to do anything artistic as a hobby, since I do not have the emotion to properly express anything of meaning in a painting nor in a song.” Rios wasn’t surprised to hear this. These were obviously words that Sylar had been told before and he could not believe the absolute ignorance behind them. He softened his gaze as he responded, “If it means anything, I think it is absolutely stunning. Looks better than anything I’ve ever seen, even in person. Have you seen a portion of the galaxy that looks like this?” Cris had long since forgotten of his own insecurities since he began talking to Sylar about his painting. He watched as the man glanced at the ground before speaking again, “It is actually what I see when I look at you, occasionally. It is not a galaxy so much as it is your soul, or your katra as we would call it. I just portrayed it as I see it.” He glanced back up to gauge Rios’ reaction. He blushed slightly before letting out a breathless syllable, “Oh.” That wasn’t anything that he was expecting at all. “I’m flattered.” His demeanor had changed and he knew it. He felt a bit shyer due to the intimacy of the situation. They had both, in a way, painted the other. 

“I should be the one who is flattered, Captain. You painted me so.. Beautifully. I certainly do not look quite that… angelic. You have a natural talent. The proportions are mathematically, near perfect.” Sylar’s ears flushed a light green again at the thought of the painting. The idea behind it was sweet. He had even included the paint that he had gotten on his cheek. Cris shook his head, “It’s just how I see you. You are absolutely stunning. I only paint what I see.. In my specific style.” He chuckled lightly and rubbed his hands together, a nervous habit he developed as a child. 

This was enough to stun Sylar into silence. He was still surprised that Cris returned his affections, much more that he found him attractive as well. 

“Taluhk nash-veh k’dular, t’nash-veh t’hy’la.” The Vulcan spoke softly, still in awe that someone as wonderful as Cris had welcomed him into his life. The Captain easily returned the statement with his own as he stood, “Y te amo, mi amor.” He walked over to where Sylar was still sitting and kissed his forehead. “Let’s clean this mess up and then ourselves, what do you say? Then, we can hang up our paintings.” He held out a hand for Sylar to take. Sylar took his hand and stood up easily. “That does sound quite satisfactory, sir.”

Ending note: Thank you so much for reading, feel free to leave feedback. <3

[incorrectsmashbrosquotes]

Corrupted Memories Pt.3

Joker listening to the Persona OST: Sooo...How long should it take to get to Popstar anyway Dedede?

King Dedede: Well let's see with Meta Knight behind the wheel it should take around 3-4 hours.

Ryuji: FOR REAL!? 3-4 HOURS!!!

King Dedede: Oops my bad. Heheheheh! I meant 5-6 hours.

Ryuji: THAT'S WORSE!!!

Makoto: Well at least the journey will be safe. Right?

King Dedede: Right...Safe...

Makoto: ...You. Don't sound to sure.

King Dedede: Well firstly sweetheart your in space space isn't very safe second... ...Well...We're in space! There's literally nothing else!

Makoto: Hehe...That's not concerning at all... ...

Joker: It'll be ok. If it makes you feel better I'll hold your hand.

Makoto, blushes: ... ...I don't deserve you

Bonny Janet: Well et be'er be a safe trip. Overwase aym gonna. Giv' yer a taste of me knuckles!

King Dedede: Oooh! Look at me! I'm a little Scottish prick who insults people to seem tough!

Bonny Janet: Yer bes' giv me one good reason fer why aye shouldn't hit ya!

King Dedede: Because Kirby told be to have a nice day & you punching me would ruin my day!

Bonny Janet: ... ... ...(Sits down) Yer get ta live today Dedede.

Bandana Dee: Sir we've taken off now you should be seated.

King Dedede: Right... ...No. This is a ship that ignores zero gravity so me and you we are completely weighted!

Bandana Dee: Oooh!

Captain Falcon: Space is so cool! I've missed it out here! So awesome and fresh! Full of nothingness but yet so much adventure...Right sis!?

Chara: ... ... ...WHY AM I HERE!?

Captain Falcon: Because Dad explicitly stated that (Does a good impression of Ganon) "I am leaving Chara in your hands I would like to give her a break from villainy, our following mission may also get her killed." Whatever he's doing sounds dangerous. I guess they just thought you'd get in the way. Haha!

Chara: DOG SHIT!!!

Captain Falcon: Watch your profanities...

Chara, drawing her knife: You best shut up!

Captain Falcon, cracks his knuckles: What you think I won't throw hands with a child?

Bayonetta, hits them both across the head: That's enough you two. Behave.

Chara & Falcon: Yes Mother.

Bayonetta: Thank you. Both you two should aspire to be like Ren look at him minding his buisness, with his girlfriend. Speaking of where's Rosalina, Falcon?

Captain Falcon: Somewhere trying to do "important stuff." Which reminds me Chara has no one to love hehehe.

Chara: I never told you about my life.

Captain Falcon: ...Heh...Feel sorry for whoever you like... ...Oh there's Rosa! (Sits next to her) What's up Rosa!? What's with all these photos and papers?

Rosalina: Douglas, shut up! I'm busy trying to find out how I can help Dedede.

Captain Falcon: This again? Rosa just let it go. Start over.

Rosalina: Yeah yeah whatever. Based on the allignment of the stars this should be where a meteorite made it's way to Popstar in less than 10 minutes. That fast huh? Lucky for us Dedede hit it far away seconds before impact. Let's test this out then. DEDEDE!?

King Dedede: Yes? Woah! This place...Looks familiar?

Rosalina: It does!? Really!?

King Dedede: Yeah! This is where Kirby saved Ripple Star from Dark Matter!

Rosalina: Yes!... ...Wait...What...

King Dedede: Yeah it was one heck of an adventure! Too bad Meta Knight missed out on it. He can tell you how proud he was in person.

Rosalina, suddenly thinks of something: ... ...Liiiight bulb...

-At the helm of the Halberd-

Lucas: Do you like anyone?

Meta Knight: My friends yes.

Lucas: What's your favourite colour?

Meta Knight: Blue.

Lucas: Are you and Kirby the only ones of your kind?

Meta Knight: Well there's me, him 3 other Kirby's in different colours, a mirror me, a mirror Kirby, a being that looks like both me and him but from another dimension & a butterfly.

Lucas: Why do you have arms but Kirby doesn't?

Meta Knight: ... ... ...I actually don't know. Huh. That's a change.

Rosalina, kicks down the door: META KNIGHT HOLY FUCK!

Meta Knight: ...Do not say "Fuck" infront of the child!

Rosalina: Well you just said "Fuck" to.

Meta Knight: I was demonstrating!

Rosalina: Anyway I have a question Meta.

Meta Knight: Is it a valid one?

Rosalina: Do you remember me?

Meta Knight, puts ship on autopilot: ... ...If by remember "Me" you mean. The little child from the stars then. Yes.

Rosalina: Then why doesn't Dedede!?

Meta Knight: Ah. I see you've finally realised.

Rosalina: I've known for 5 years.

Meta Knight: 5!? Why didn't you say!?

Rosalina: I was scared you forgot me to.

Meta Knight: Oh ay caramba.

Rosalina: Meta listen. Ever since I left and Kirby arrived the memory of the best friend he ever had, me by the way, has suddenly faded.

Meta Knight: I know. It was the mask.

Rosalina: The mask?

Meta Knight: Surely you remember his sudden change in behaviour upon retrieval of the mask? He bacame angrier and angrier by the day. That was of course until he decided to steal all the food in Dreamland. Which was the day Kirby came. And him being the hungry hero he was and still is faced him...After knocking off the mask Dedede forgot all about who we were he had no memory of his friends anymore not even his subjects. We had to start all our friendships all over again. Though I suppose you refuse to do that. I can understand that...Out of all his more well known friends you despite only knowing him for 1 day became his most spoken of person.

Rosalina: ... ...We're gonna help him.

Meta Knight: ...Wait what?

Rosalina: When we get to Popstar we'll find a way to get him to remember us as he did before.

Meta Knight: *Blinks a few times* ... ...Hmm. Fine--

Rosalina: META HOW COULD YO--... ... ...Wait what?

Meta Knight: I said I'll help you...Just as long as we get to enjoy our break at least.

Rosalina, hugs him off the ground: YES YES YES!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!

Meta Knight: Hey put me down respect your elders!

___________

Ridley: Boss could you please remind me why we've stowed away on the Halberd instead of hijacking it ourselves?

Ganondorf: If you wish to take it from it and fail in doing so. Go ahead. Get killed by Meta Knight for all I care. This way fool we have the advantage as not a single one of them has a clue we're here.

Sephiroth: Excellent plan Ganon. They'll never see it coming.

-On the other side of the wall-

Joker, still listening to the Persona OST: Huh?... "Never see it coming?" ... ...I'm not listening to "Last Surprise" right now... ...Whatever probably just my immagination.

[trashinaglass-archive]

Second Language

Tom is amazed by y/n’s second language

Warnings: Sex stuff mentioned

Request: Hi darling! :) Could I please request something where the reader is bi-lingual & Tom gets turned on whenever she speaks her native language (your choice) & keeps making her say random stuff? 😂 This is so random but I thought it would be fun to read haha I’m such a huge fan of you & your writing so I’m always excited to see a new from you!! Keep up the amazing work 💕

A/n: I smiled reading this bc the idea is super cute and then I blushed bc your comments were so sweet. Thank you! I hope you like it.

I went with Spanish bc I have taken Spanish and I know a pretty good amount of it. I hope that’s not a writing cliche😬 but I also didn’t learn that much so I’m taking off of google translate. Please tell me if anything is wrong.

You were raised learning Spanish from your Mexican-born mother. She was raised in Monterrey before moving to England where she met your dad and settled down. She made sure that all her children knew of their Mexican background- traditions, language, and all- as well as their English background.

You didn’t necessarily tell Tom that you’re bilingual when you first met him- it was just a natural thing you did that you didn’t really think about. It was when you were on the phone with your abuela that he heard you speak your second language for the first time.

“You speak Spanish?” He asked, sounding confused and excited at the same time.

“My mother’s Mexican, what did you expect?” You asked him, laughing at his reaction.

“Well, I don’t know,” Tom said quietly, realizing it was kind of dumb that he didn’t connect the dots earlier. “Can you teach me?”

“Teach you Spanish?” You asked, watching as he nodded his head. “I mean I guess, what do you want to learn?”

“Like if I wanted to introduce you to someone as my beautiful girlfriend, what would I say?”

“Mi novia hermosa, y/n.”

“Mi novia hermosa,” Tom repeated, looking at you for assurance.

“Perfect. And I would introduce you as ‘mi niño guapo’- my handsome boy, Tom.” Tom began to blush at your words befor echanging the subject.

“What if I wanted to swear?”

“Um, ‘oh shit’ would be ‘oh mierda’. ‘Fuck off’ would be ‘vete a la mierda’. ‘Suck my dick’ is ‘chupa mi polla’. That’s my personal favorite,” you told him with an innocent smile.

“Wait so, what was the first one?” Tom asked, paying close attention to your voice.

“‘Oh, mierda,” you said slowly prompting him to repeat you. You nodded your head and he repeated it again, this time more confidently. “That one means ‘oh shit’.”

“And ‘fuck off’ was...?”

“Vete a la mierda.” The process started over again. Him slowly saying the phrase, you correcting him in certain spots, and him saying it confidently with a smile once he had it.

“And then ‘chupa mi polla’.”

“Chupa mi polla,” Tom said repeating you. You nodded, telling him he had it right. “Chupa mi polla,” he said again, faster, gesturing at his crotch. You reached over and lightly smacked his chest.

“How about love? And darling? And princess?” He asked. You lightly blushed. Those are the pet names he called you on the daily.

“Love is ‘amor’. Darling is ‘querido’. Princess is ‘princesa’. Those are pretty easy,” you told him with a shrug.

“Mi amor, y/n,” he said looking at you.

“Yes.”

“Well, princesa,” He said leaning to you, kissing your lips once. “Chupa mi polla?”

“Tom,” you said with a small laugh.

“No, wait. How do you say ‘eat your pussy’?” He asked in all seriousness.

“Thomas!” You gasped out.

“What? I think if I learn any Spanish at all, it should definitely be dirty talk.”

“So we can have sex in Spanish?” You asked him.

“Exactly. It’s so hot hearing you speak Spanish,” he admitted to you.

“Really?” You asked him. He nodded his head vigorously. Your eyes rolled and you shook you head while your face head a small smile. “Ay, caramba.”

You said “Tom gets turned on when she speaks her native language” so I couldn’t help but make it take that turn😂😂

[believerindaydreams]

@marmalated @me-fish 

ficlet snippet for the motorcycle GBU ‘verse, cos once I thought of it it wouldn’t go away :)

“...that’s too many oranges,” Blondie says finally. Still with dignity, but it looks as though he’s struggling to maintain his composure. “Even for you.” 

“Um,” Tuco says. Makes a vague sound of agreement. 

He can’t very well do anything else, when there’s a dump truck full of round delicious fruits parked neatly in the hacienda’s driveway.

“How are you going to explain it to Angel Eyes?”

“...I gotta explain it to me first, Blondie- I couldn’t have got that drunk last night, could I? Not on just half a bottle.”

“Tequila?”

“Cherry brandy. Angel said it’d go well with the soup- what was I doing when you came home from the church service?”

“Snoring your head off on the piano,” Blondie says, and reaches over to tweak his mustache affectionately. “Cheer up. You know you can talk your way out of anything.” 

“I- well, usually, but this is a bit much...”

“I’ll help, pardner,” Blondie says dryly. “Besides, he’s rich enough to write it off as a birthday present.” 

“¡Ay, caramba!” Rather less enthusiastically than he usually might, but Blondie’s right; the two of them together can explain anything. However crazy. 

And with that thought settled- 

well it seems a shame, not to at least look...

*****

“That arrived earlier than I expected,” Angel says to Blondie, yawning a little in the dawn. “I thought it’d arrive around breakfast.” 

“I woke up early and noticed it- well, could hardly miss it. Woke him up for an explanation. I mean, who else would it be?”

“I did,” Angel says briefly, as though it’s too obvious to bear explanation. “I’ll grant you, it’s not the most imaginative gift, but then I’m not practiced at this sort of thing. Do you think it’ll go over well?” 

“Blondie?” a voice calls slightly plainitively. “You still have that lasso? Only my hands are all slippery, I really don’t think I can get out of this-”

“...gift, hell,” Blondie says. “You wanted to watch this.” 

Angel’s mouth twitches. “There is that as well.”

[noine-noine]

Honeymoon

So that episode!!!! I’m gonna list some random thoughts and favorite parts below the cut

So random thoughts and favorite parts:

• First of all HOW DARE THEY pull that commisioner thing in the beginning

• “In his absence I will be in charge” “That’s not true at all”

• The way Jake and Amy look at each other they’re so in love oh my god

• “Gina! What the hell?” “New phone, who dis??” I’m going to miss Gina so much

• My bisexual queen is baaaack 

• I love Rosa

• Holt’s shirts, a series. “What’s up beaches?” “DTF, Down To Fiesta” “One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, FLOOR!!”

• Holt is actually the most dramatic one on the show 

• “Well I’m a joke now!” “Can’t even float right. Just push me away. Everyone else does”

• Rosa being 100% done with Top Dog Terry

• “We gotta fix this!” *smashes computer* “...Good. You fixed it.”

• THE BLEEPS

• Jake and Amy with the roleplay I’m dead

• “Because I’m a rascal” I love Gina

• Amy trying to be all nice with Holt but telling him off the second he calls Jake selfish

• “I’m all out of hoots!”

• I wanna know what Rosa did to get the manual from Gina

• I haven’t talked about Rosa enough in this but I love her

• “Ay caramba”

• This war with the NYPD seems really interesting, excited to see where this goes. Possibly meet some new character as guest stars?

Anyways this was fun! If it gets a lot of notes I might start doing it for every episode

[toddykun]

Complete Set of 110 Reasons To Live Special Edition With Extra But Not Enough Gay RightsTM And Extra LongTM Too Because The Three Caballeros Deserve It:

THAT MUSIC AT THE START!

Donald’s ‘Party Fowl’ waist bag

Webby’s excited rambling!

All the lady birds in that town were ridiculously pretty?? (makes sense since the giant carnivorous flower wanted to lure people to eat them so A+)

Dewey documenting his adventures with the help of his lil bro. BondingTM

“OH BOY! I CAN’T WAIT TO SEE MY PALS!”

Huey, my boy, asking the real questions

“Please, not everything has to be a dark family secret!” *Donald proceeds to say he has a dark family secret* Huey: :D Louie: >:(

DONALD’S FOND SMILE WHEN HE WAS THINKING ABOUT JOSÉ AND PANCHITO BEFORE TELLING THE BOYS HE WAS IN THE THREE CABALLEROS!!!!

‘Kids Confused At Adult Reminiscing About Their Cool Past That They Know Nothing About’ trope

DONALD’S ‘FUCKING EXCUSE ME?’ FACE WHEN SCROOGE STARTED BADMOUTHING THE THREE CABALLEROS!

college band!

They played in Scrooge’s garage, fucking with Scrooge’s sleep, something with what I agree wholeheartedly since he fucks with other ppl’s sleep with his bagpipes lmao can he get more scottish? probably

Donald canonically plays the double bass and the accordion!!! (he also plays the guitar, the piano, the flute, etc, in comics and other animated media. Musical GeniusTM)

Huey and Louie’faces when they discover their uncle plays the accordion lmao

“I was so awesome...” with such a nostalgic feeling, baby, you still are! appreciate yourself, we love you!

Donald applying sunscreen on himself? Pure.

“Agh! You’re fine as is! A family man, a boat owner!”

JOSÉ JUMPING OUT OF A PLANE AND PLAYING HIS UMBRELLA!!!

HIS!!!!UMBRELLA!!!!HIS!!!!MAGIC!!!!!HIS SMOOTH ENTRANCE!!!!

*mysterious guitar starts playing*

PANCHITO APPEARING FROM THE SHADOWS AND MAKING A DRAMATIC, ROMANTIC AND TELENOVELESQUE ENTRANCE?? HOW MUCH TIME HE NEEDED TO WAIT THERE TO DO THAT?? ADORKABLE

That little blink in Panchito’s eye lmao Anime Rival ComingTM

those little gay fireworks when josé and panchito got together!

those little ‘ajá!’s from both of them!

DONALD’S FACE AGAIN!!! HE’S SO HAPPY!!!!

“DONAL’!!!!!!!!!!”

José and Donald’s weird hopping hug? lovely

Panchito clapping while they’re at it lmao

José tossing Donald to Panchito

Three Way Handshake!

“SQUAWK, CROW, QUACK! I’VE GOT YOUR BACK!” 

that little tail shake the caballeros do in their secret handshake

“SECRET HANDSHAKE! COOL!” *louie proceeds to lick his big bro’s hand whe he tries to do the handshake like the lil bro he is*

panchito’s super excited handshakes that leave people jumping

“JAJÁ, ¡SALUDOS, AMIGOS!” 

“OS PATINHOS!”

José and Panchito seeing the triplets as eggs

HAPPY DONALD DUCK

Donald juggled the eggs...

that creepy but nice guacamaya in the background

..DONALD JUGGLED THE EGGS AND HE DROPPED ONE!!! 

And that’s how Donald went from Cool UncleTM to Overprotective Best DadTM lmao

big bro and lil bro agreement that middle bro was the one dropped lmao

José’s smooth moves while he’s talking wiTH HIS UMBRELLA

Panchito throwing his phone and doing a hip move to put it again in the holster

“YOUR UNCLE WAS THE COOL ONE!!!!”

Donald’s blushing and his nervous smile

José and Panchito expecting that the Cool OneTM of the three caballeros is the Most Successful and ImpressiveTM of the three, like that’s how it's supposed to be lmao These BiconsTM

PANCHITO’S FACE AT THAT MOMENT!

Huey being actually helpful with Donald’s anxiety attack

Scrooge saying one of his I’m Genuinely Trying To Be Helpful In My Own Unique Way That Ends Hurting More Than HelpingTM and Donald like ‘nah, cant deal with your bullshit rn’ face

“Uncle Donald, you’re very successful! You raise three boys and are rich in love! Isn’t that the true measure of success?” U TELL THEM, HUEY

“Lie? Perfect!” nod to one of donald’s flaws that we have actually seen in other media, he can be really mischievous and conniving when he wants to, be it for a good reason or not.

Yet again, we have confirmation that ‘the smarter than the smarties’ is actually incredibly easy to manipulate with his ego and cheapness by the Duck Family but also THIS IS ACTUALLY A GOOD NOD ABOUT THE GLOMGOLD’S BET SINCE THIS TIME SCROOGE HAS AN ACTUAL REASON TO NOT LOSE ANY MONEY

Huey hugging Donald and Donald’s little thumb up? blessed

José and Panchito laughing with each other? bLeSsEd

THE WHOLE ‘SCROOGE IS OLD’ SCENE

Team UncleTM everyone, these idiots are two of the smartest ducks in the world, yes, even if u don’t believe it

José’s admiration for Donald! hello? beautiful

Webby and Huey and Portuguese? BLESSED

JOSÉ SAYING “OH, YOU HAVE TO TRY IT” VERY SOFTLY AND SMOOTH WHILE TOUCHING DONALD’S HAND

THESE TWO EXPECT SO MUCH FROM DONALD BECAUSE HE WAS THE BEST OF THE THREE IN THEIR EYES. I. AM. DYING.

DONALD REALLY WANTS TO MEET HIS EXPECTATIONS AND IMPRESS THEM

PASTELES!

*battle of whistling inconspicuously appears* “OK, WE CAN’T ALL DO THIS!”

PANCHITO AND JOSÉ ACTUALLY BLOWING THEIR COVER TO THE AUDIENCE WITH ALL THE WHISTLING LMAO

*hand battle with Team Uncle appears* “EXCUSE ME”

*donald hits huey by accident while trying to get the wallet* *Huey helps him anyways and even bites Scrooge* Well, now I know who is his favorite uncle

WEBBY EXCITED!

THE THREE CABALLEROS’S THEME PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND WHILE THEY REMINISCED THEIR BAND DAYS

EVERY TIME THEY REENACTED PART OF THE SONG’S CHOREOGRAPHY FROM THE MOVIE

THEY!!!!!MADE!!!MUSIC!!!AND!!!DANCED!!!!OUT!!!OF!!!NOWHERE!!!AND!!!STARTED!!!TO!!!BE!!!THEIR!!!OLDSELVES!!!!!AGAIN!!!!

PANCHITO CAN PLAY JOSÉ’S UMBRELLA (AND DONALD CAN TOO PROBABLY)

Panchito’s face when realized he hit Donald by accident and knowing he was going to get mad, only for José to happy him up with some dance. cuties

HIS HAT HAS BEEN AN ACCORDION ALL THIS TIME!?

“Look at how happy Uncle Donald is! You can‘t put a price on that smile!” This boy loves his uncle so much!!!

“It’s only for the weekend...” “YOU’RE GETTING THE BAND BACK TOGETHER?”

THEY HAD A WAGON!!!!!??? (or i misheard?)

Panchito twirling his phones like he would do with his guns lmao

Panchito and José’s always moving around together

Team Uncle’s Actually Fighting (and we’re reminded of the bet yet again)

“HEY, WHAT’S THE BIG IDEA?”

Huey, The Voice Of ReasonTM

“NO WAY, I NEED THIS!” mischievous and egoistic Donald making a comeback, like hello old flaws, let’s see how you shine here.

The fact that they actually addressed that Donald’s bad luck sometimes really comes from his actual bad traits is freaking great.

*sings badly* “Perfect!”

The reminder that even if Donald is a little stubborn and egotistical at times, his kids come first and he will give up his dreams for them. Duty comes first for him, always.

Donald’s actually The Voice of ReasonTM and the bravest between the Three Caballeros, now we know why he is The Cool OneTM of the three

SCROOGE ACTUALLY FUCKING UP HIS BACK LIKE THE OLD MAN HE ACTUALLY IS

Donald tells the truth, not only because he has to protect his family and his friends for being eaten by a giant carnivorous plant lmao but because his friends thought he didn’t love or need them anymore because he was “rich” now. Love and Protection are his main traits and he knows his friends thinking he isn't as cool as they thought and putting down all their dreams will worth it if it means protecting them.

José and Panchito, who always look up to Donald more than anyone and know that he’s the one that actually got the guts to tell the truth, end telling the truth too because Donald shows his good traits again.

AGAIN, THESE THREE ONLY WANTED TO IMPRESS EACH OTHER BECAUSE THEY ARE ONES OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PEOPLE IN EACH OTHER’S LIFE AND PATHS AND BEING A FUCKED UP ADULT WHEN YOU WERE SURE THE COOLEST PEOPLE OF YOUR LIFE WERE COMPLETELY SUCCESSFUL IS ACTUALLY SCARY AF AND YOU WANTED THEM TO BE PROUD OF YOU AS MUCH AS YOU ARE OF THEM

Donald is the only that didn’t run or looked scared when he saw the flower, he seemed only surprised AND THEN HE SAW RED WHEN HE SAW HIS KIDS IN DANGER LIKE HELLO? DAD DUCK TO THE RESCUE!!!

These three smiles before fighting like they did in acapulco!!!

THE THREE CABALLEROS’S THEME SONG!!!! WITH THEY FIGHTING LIKE THE BADASSES THEY ARE!!!

are we really sure they were only a college band??? because they fought like....u know......like they were something more. They Could Have Done A Lot Of Things While Being A Band Too HMMMM

Donald having a good ass aim with his double bass

NO ONE CAN SIMPLY CARRY A DOUBLE BASS CUZ THAT SHIT IS HEAVY AS FUCK AND LIFT IT AND THEN USE IT AS A MACE LIKE IT IS NOTHING, BUT DONALD DID!!!! THE STRONGEST BOY!!!!

JOSÉ USING HIS UMBRELLA LIKE A SWORD!!!

“WHO SAY SO?” “WE SAY SO!”

‘Fighting Actually Cured The Old Man’s Back’ trope

DONALD’S SOLO!!!

“WE SAY ‘AY CARAMBA’!”

THEY DID THAT IN ACAPULCO TOO!!!!??? LIKE HELLO? BADASSES

The Pig Tourists clapping at them because they deserved that and more honestly

THEY BROUGHT A BURRO WITH THEM!!!

SCROOGE DESTROYING PANCHITO’S GUITAR LMAO

That “I’m so sorry” with the Old Man’s voice

The episode dealt in a subtle way with the actual ever-present fear of being an adult and the expectations from others that we have to carry, society expects everyone to be on equal ground to be a successful and settled down adult that can handle their responsibilities alone and not be a failure in the system, the fear of not being free anymore or the fear of not having the right to fuck up anymore, and the sadness and anxiety that comes when you can’t meet those expectations or can’t be the adult that you wanted to be, like woah, these guys are in their mid-thirties, scared and with minimum-wage jobs, that can’t barely handle their real lives but they still found the way to be happy around them, they just needed to be honest to those they love the most and accept life with their ups and downs. Talking About Getting RealTM AND HELLO? They only needed each other to be reminded that they are just normal adults even if they’re not successful and completely responsible and they sometimes fuck up in this uncertain life and that’s okay? and that they can actually still be fun-loving guys even if they’re adults now, like hello? great I gotta be honest when I saw the ep i didn’t like it but when i cooled down my head and saw it a second time to analyze and as An Adult In The MakingTM, It hit me hard the real fear these ppl were facing during the comedy and the lying, they loved each other and they only needed to be honest to understand that love isn’t conditioned by how successful you are. A+ ep, would watch it again.

[caro-dash]

So... Here's my secret santa gift and it is for @the-three-caballerbros!

Umm I'm sorry it's a little late I just had a lot things going on (including a writer block

I hope you like it I don't have a title for it so yeah (Also it may have a couple grammar mistakes as English is not my first language and I'm not that good at it)

"Could you be quiet for a while? I need to study for the exam!" Donald shouted to his roommates who were playing excitedly some video game.

"Relajate amigo" Panchito said without looking at him "You've been studying for about two weeks for just one exam."

"It's important!" Donald shouted standing up "My whole career depends of that exam!"

"You're exaggerating a little." Jose commented "It's just one exam and you're really good at it, you'll do great"

"Just be quiet."

"Alright." Panchito answered smiling.

Donald focused again on his book and notes. He had been reading the same page for about 10 minutes and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't understand a single word. He was starting to get frustrated and stressed. He put his head on his hands sighing, he felt tears of frustration and anger start to appear. That's when a pillow hit him.

"Wha?" Donald looked up and saw his to best friends smiling at him, both of them had pillows on his hands.

"You seem a little worried my friend" Jose pointed out "Maybe a pillow fight would help you relax."

Another pillow hit him, this time right on the face. He took it and threw it towards his agressor, with such strength Jose stumbled backwards falling, ending up sitting on the floor.

"I guess it could help" The duck smiled darkly, making the other two question their decision.

"Ay caramba" Were Panchito's last words before Donald let all his frustration get loose.

The room was a disaster, everything was on a place it shouldn't be. Lot's of things were broken and the stuffing of the pillows were everywhere.

"I win" Donald said proudly while panting, they really put a good fight.

"Yay" muttered the rooster face planted on the floor, he was in pain. But happy, Donald was feeling better.

"Congratulations, amigo" Jose stood up and looked at the hour "And right on time. I'll see you guys later, I have a class right now" He took what he needed and left.

"All this fighting made me hungry." Donald said sitting on the couch.

"I think there's a sandwich on the fridge" Panchito commented from his place on the floor " You could eat that"

"Thanks" Donald made his way to the kitchen doing his best to avoid stepping on anything. "Hmm this one must be"

He took the sandwich, that was covered in aluminum foil for reasons he didn't questioned and put it on the microwave. He went back to the living room were Panchito had started to organize.

Panchito took all the pizza boxes he found and went to the kitchen to throw them, a blue spark cached his attention. He turned trying to find where it was, but the only thing he saw was the metalic square on the microwave.

"Something bad happen when you do that" He said frowning "But I can't remember what it was, it can't be that bad anyways"

A couple minutes later the microwave started beeping "My sandwich is ready" Donald said happily and went to the kitchen.

Panchito went behind him with some wrappers to throw. Donald opened the microwave and took the silver square "Aaah!" he screamed throwing the sandwich towards the pizza boxes next to the trash can "It's on fire!"

"What?!"

"The sandwich! Is on fire!"

"And the boxes!" Panchito exclaimed "We gotta do something!"

"We need water!" Donald rushed to the bathroom and filled a bucket with water. Meanwhile Panchito found and extinguisher they had bought a while ago in case of emergency, he was about to use it when Donald came in running throwing some water and the floor and falling right on the burning pizza boxes. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH !"

"Don't worry amigo I'll save you!"

An hour latter Jose came back, and found his two roommates sitting on the living room treating their wounds "Wha...what happened?"

"Did you knew that aluminum foil could catch fire on the microwave?"

((@ducktalessecretsanta2018 ))