#clay calloway is ash's dad

[hoperays-song]

Ash and Clay Promotional Art

[ash-the-porcupine]

Can we talk about this? By 'this' I mean the changes in Buster between Sing 1 and Sing 2 because it simply MUST be addressed.

HIS FUR. In the first movie, it clearly looks rougher and more coarse than in the second one - where it looks soft and thick. Now, as a major animal nerd pursuing veterinary business, I can tell you that the healthier an animal('s diet) is, the softer and shinier their fur is! This is especially true for cats, dogs, horses, and rabbits. I'll bet that since Nana swooped in and saved the theater, Buster's had more money for decent food. Plus, Rosita is always making sure he eats and doesn't stay up all night chugging caffeine.

2. BEHAVIOR. Overall, our koala seems to be the same energetic fur-ball from the first movie, right? Wrong. Paying close attention, in the second movie he is MORE motivated, MORE confident, MORE determined, and we see so much COMPASSION in him in the second movie, especially in the Rosita scenes and I LOVE IT. We also see another side of him. Insecurity. He is easily discouraged by criticism (COMFORT DRAWER- COMFORT DRAWER-) but he is also great at bouncing right back up directly afterward! Love that!

3. MASS. Clearly, more mass has been added to his cheeks by the animators, and he seems to have gained a little weight. However, he is bound to lose some after the trauma in Redshore (if the animators actually take the trauma into account and show that, I will cry with joy. I love those kinds of details.)

4. ENERGY. He seems so much more energetic to me! Especially when he sees Ash - THEY ARE SO CUTE! They are best friends, and that dynamic is just so cute. That girl got a dad she never asked for ^^

5. STRESS. We see a totally different way of being stressed out than in the first movie. In the first movie, he kind of... panics? In the second, it changes. It's clear he has to really try, but he acts much more level-headed in the second movie (I'll bet Eddie helped him-) instead of panicking, he tries his best to just SOLVE the situation rather than stress out over it. I do wish the stress and anxiety that was so obviously difficult for him to handle had been addressed more - even if only by a few scraps of dialogue between him and a worried friend. The closest thing we see from the group in worry for him is some concerned expressions from Johnny and Meena when Crystal rubs Buster's head (which Buster is clearly uncomfortable with).

6. TRAUMA RESPONSE+. So, Buster has clearly been shaken up by Jimmy before Jimmy even tried to kill him the FIRST time. At Calloway's, when he wakes up and Clay growls at him, he flinches and looks afraid. Buster also displays deep discomfort at the presence of Jimmy, or even the mention of him. And when Jimmy tries to kill him at the show? He's clearly terrified and basically having a panic attack... yet he still tells everyone he's never been better. AND WHY WAS CRAWLY THE ONLY ONE WHO ASKED? AND WHY DID THEY ALL JUST BELIEVE HIM? THERE WAS STILL PANIC IN HIS VOICE.

[korrinhorizon]

Why each of the New Moon Theatre crew needs therapy (fanfiction headcanons + my oc:Zotz)

Moon: PTSD (due to the events in sing 2 of him almost getting killed) and now a fear of heights

Rosita: PTSD as well, but is probably one of the ones that would actually be willing to go to therapy. She still has the fear of heights, but it’s not as bad anymore.

Gunter: I actually don’t know for Gunter? He seems to be having a huge smile most of the time, but he may have slight trauma from sing 2

Ms. Crawly: also like Gunter but now has a slight phobia to paint balls lol

Ash: like Rosita, she’s one of the only ones to actually to go therapy willingly, has slight trauma from the events from sing 2, and has recovered greatly from her break up, and is doing pretty good

Meena: Social anxiety, and has some panic attacks due to it, she gets help from her friends, family, and a therapist now to help her through it. In sing 2 she’s way better than in the first movie, but also has slight PTSD due to the events of 2

Clay Calloway: Depression, due to the death of his late wife. While also doing self-isolation to the rest of the world, now he’s getting help from the Cast and a therapist

(Now to the three I’ll like to call, “a therapist’s worst nightmare” trio)

Ryan: Imposter syndrome, due to Klaus’s ridicule, abuse, and influence towards other students and to Ryan. As well as PTSD due some things that happen in my Fanfic (*wink*wink*) and also self depricates himself (forced to go to therapy by Zotz and Johnny)

Johnny: (Woooof get ready for this) Panic attacks, self-deprication as well, depression in events in the first movie for a bit, PTSD due to events in Sing 1 & 2 as well as my Fanfic, losing sleep and eating less during sing 1. (Don’t worry, Ryan, Zotz, his dad, and the cast forced him to go to therapy)

Zotz: PTSD due to the events of Sing 2 and his past, social anxiety, not as bad as Meena but when crowded, he gets panic attacks, lets say 2x worse then Meena due to him not telling his family or friends, and being alone in a apartment for a few years. Slight hallucinations (for example dozens, sometimes hundreds of eyes watching him.) and hears voices in his head, which is rare but happens, mostly either saying silly shit or self-depricating words. (He is also now being forced to go to therapy by Ryan, Johnny, and the crew)

[joethetoonfanandoutcast]

Four Reasons I Don't Support Suki x Marcus

There is another Sing ship involving the Saluki which I can't stop thinking about or continuing to be tortured by: shipping her with Johnny's dad!

These words cannot escape my mind from the video of Illumination taking risks: "The company is 'going to have to evolve. We can have a commitment strategy to movies as a cinema-going experience and we can layer other business on top of that. There are topics of conversation right now that are very relevant to what we're doing in the future that get into areas that potentially might not please everyone. I think you have to honor the stories that you tell, honor the choices that your filmmakers make, and you have to be willing to not have everybody pleased all the time."

And since high-grossing franchises are constantly milked, that means they'll need new stories and new material, including ones that fans aren't doing yet. Plus, as Illumination insists on animal behavior, it makes sense for a gentle giant like a gorilla to be protective towards a Saluki, one of the most timid dog breeds of all, so that's one "open-minded/I'm not a judgy bastard who should be sentenced to damnation" perspective, and yet, I can't stand the idea of them being romantic partners any more than her and Jimmy being romantic partners.

Here are the four reasons:

1. They've too big an age gap

Okay, Suki is either in her 20's or early 30's, and Marcus...well, most of the characters' ages here aren't clear, but I assume he's in his mid-40's or 50's. And I realize that Sing lacks pairings with the man being two-three decades older than the woman and "HAS TO BE relevant to real life in all ways", but do they really need that? And yes, Johnny could have a stepmom in his life, but does it have to be a woman close to HIS age?

2. They lack the chemistry

Seriously, who thinks Chelsea Peretti and Peter Serafinowicz would have any chemistry?

3. It spells old-fashioned stereotype

I know strong men would be a good shoulder for tough women to be there as a shoulder and make them feel stronger and make them feel more human, but does it have to imply the strong man is as strong as one of those weight-lifters at the circus? Skinny guys can be strong in some way too. And a lot of women today aren't interested in beefcakes, which brings me to this reason:

4. It destroys her better judgement

In her first few minutes of the film, she comes off as this pretty-dresser who comes from the squeaky clean big city and is hard to please (FOR ENTERTAINMENT, btw!) and because she's a lackey for someone muscular and well-dressed (Jimmy) and is loyal throughout the film, due to dogs being loyal, until she betrays him, everyone just automatically assumes she only likes high-quality individuals as much as high-quality shows. Shows and individuals are two different things. Why throw it away other than just to make Ash, Meena, Rosita, Nooshy, and Porsha the girls you want to like that aren't picky?

She has potential to be liked by someone not taller than her and for her to reasonably like them back. That's realistic and not as superficial.

And I can stand the idea of Marcus finding someone to replace Johnny's late mom, just not if it means destroying the mentioned potential Suki had with other characters, or better yet, maybe not have Johnny's mom dead after all. Incidentally, what is it with Illumination and not having characters' spouses present? Marcus, Jimmy Crystal, Clay Calloway (that I can excuse), and we cannot completely conclude that Buster's mom is dead too.

I seriously hope Illumination doesn't force them into being so. I can handle it being done in fanfictions, but not in actual canon because that means they'd have to be canon in every universe (like how Mickey and Minnie are a couple in every universe and so on with other cartoon couples).

[itneedsmoregays]

Where Ash’s love of rock came from

Got this fic idea from @rosemary1315 and their awesome art of Ash doing Marty McFly’s duck walk:

While Steff is helping Ash with spring cleaning in her apartment, a rolled-up poster falls off the top shelf in her closet. Ash panics and tries to catch it but it lands and unfurls on the floor. 

It’s a Back to the Future poster. Steff looks at it, surprised. “Is that... yours?”

Ash’s eyes dart around before she finally sighs, looking embarrassed. “...Yes.”

Ash explains while Clay Calloway is her idol, his songs weren’t her first exposure to rock like she claimed. When she was five, back when her parents were still together, she was supposed to be in bed one evening but kept sneaking downstairs when her dad wanted to watch Back to the Future. Eventually he caved and let her watch the movie with him, hoping it would make her fall asleep.

But while he drifted off midway through, Ash was mesmerised for the whole movie, especially the scene where Marty plays Johnny B. Goode.

Her dad introduced her to Clay Calloway later down the line, but Back to the Future is where her love of rock began. But Ash felt ridiculous for having been introduced to her favourite music genre by an 80s time travel movie, so she told Steff in high school that Clay’s songs had introduced her to rock. And when she and Lance started dating, he made his disdain for “goofy sci-fi junk” known, prompting Ash to further hide her love for the movie.

Ash braces herself for Steff to poke fun at her. Her response?

“You know, I haven’t seen that movie in a long time. You wanna watch it when we’re finished?”

[stinkyhyena9000]

this thought wont leave my head so uh yeah clay calloway is ash's dad, and the piglets parrain

[knewyouwereaweirdo]

theatre family headcanons (that live rent free in my head)

- back when johnny’s dad was still in jail, rosita would be the one to make surprise visits at the garage and make sure if he was eating well, sleeping well, not overworking himself for the bail money. the usual motherly duties, amongst many other things.

- marcus literally has no hesitation to show all of johnny’s friends his baby photos.

- ash and nooshy together have the most chaotic of friend relationships—they’d say yes to jumping off a cliff in a synced heartbeat and they would think it’s a good idea to do so.

- when it used to be just ash, meena, and johnny, ash was the one who demanded they made a groupchat.

- and when she did make the groupchat, she proceeded to name it “the holy trinity”, then “the trifecta to dissect ya”.

- most of their groupchat conversations would be something like:

ash: hey guys guys guys guys guys guys

johnny: what??? its two am

ash: i just did some intense math like

ash: i just ate a whole box of frosted flakes

ash: its like a thousand grams

ash: im 52kg

ash: that means im 2% made of frosted flakes

ash: holy shit

johnny: please go to bed ash

- both ash and johnny had posters of clay calloway up on their walls when they were kids—you can’t imagine the excitement they felt when they met him.

- johnny probably called his dad that moment, like, “dad, you won’t believe who we’re performing with, it’s clay calloway, dad—can you believe it?”

- as for johnny, he grew up with calloway’s songs because it used to be his mother’s favorite singer.

- basically they’re his comfort songs and listening to them helps him calm down or fall asleep.

- rosita is the one to buy snacks for the cast who are rehearsing and you cannot imagine the amount of food she brings along (and she’s right to do so because all of them surprisingly eat a lot).

- when they arrived at crystal hotel, all the kids excitedly asked if they can look around the place while the adults unpacked and did their own boring stuff:

ash: moon, can we pleeeeaaassseeee go and explore?

buster: of course! just remember our room number—oh, here’s your room key, don’t forget that—and just make sure to be back by thirty!

- and basically that day they completely forgot they had a “curfew” and proceeded to go play at the hotel swimming pool.

- rosita and buster spent hours looking for them and rosita gave them a bit of a scolding when they were found splashing each other on the river ride.

[inklyqueen]

Buster Moon Headcanons

As part of the other half of that Ask

I'm sorry this took so long

Joseph Buster Moon

39, He/Him, Cis-Asexual

Just not interested in a relationship right now, but he believes he'll find that special someone down the line

No it is NOT Jimmy Crystal

Get off my page if you ship them ok he tried to murder buster TWICE

His father's name was Buster Christopher Moon and his first name was given to his son as a middle name, but Joseph goes by his middle name out of respect to his father's work to get him that theatre

Some people called him "Junior" when he was a kid

His father passed of old age/naturally

Mom was Monica Cassidy Moon

She died of leukemia when "Buster" was really small

Buster's father was the sole owner of the theatre when he first acquired it, he left it to Buster in the Will with instructions to use the remainder of his Life Insurance after funeral costs to pay off the remainder of the mortgage

Unfortunately, there wasn't enough left over for the mortgage after cremations and the ceremony and the burial and the plot for his father's ashes was paid for

Buster was certain that he could pay off the mortgage with funds from shows

Granted, that meant spending money on the actual productions for said shows

And concessions

And costumes

And advertising

And the bills for electric company, the water company, etc etc

So he took out a loan

And then another loan

And then another loan

And then a private personal loan

And then another loan after that

Dude was about $130,000 or so in debt because the shows weren't selling tickets

And most of the actors quit when there wasn't much publicity

Hey it's discouraging when you want to put on a show and no one actually comes y'all

Oh God I never noticed the look on his face in the film until now I'm 😫😫😫

Ms. Crawley isn't exactly a paid employee of Buster

She also lives in an apartment next door to the theatre

She's technically supposed to be in Senior Care

But she doesn't have any family left to actually pay for it so she's kinda just there

She has her apartment because the landlord felt bad for her and let's her stay there rent free

She wandered into the theatre one day

And Buster welcomed her in and she's been there since

He makes sure she's taken care of

They've only had to put a Silver Alert* out for her once

Or twice

Ok technically three times if you count the "interaction" with Clay Calloway the first time

She still gets the job done like a Trooper

And Buster literally could not do anything without her honestly

*A Silver Alert is a public notification system in the United States of America to broadcast information about missing persons – especially senior citizens with Alzheimer's disease, dementia, or other mental disabilities – in order to aid in locating them.

He met Eddie Noodleman in High School when Buster's school was combined into Eddie's

Aka, Eddie's high school was in an upper class area

Buster's was a low income area

The school was undergoing renovations under a new budget so they were temporarily combined into nearby schools

It was Buster and Eddie's Senior Year, so the ended up graduating together

Eddie's college tuition was covered in full by his dad

Buster got a lot of scholarships under his belt

Buster met Nana Noodleman on accident, actually

She was at their college graduation

And Buster... Had a so-so interaction with her

To say the least she was not impressed by his bluntness

Buster treats the gang like they're his kids

He doesn't want them to feel like they're not getting the spotlight they each individually deserve

Taking Rosita's lead role for example, he made sure Porsha got her chance to shine

Ash is like his grown independent child

So is Rosita

Shops for all 25 Piglets' birthdays

He is very careful about how he talks to Porsha

Not because of her overreacting to the role swap, but because she's told him some of the things that Jimmy's said over the years

Some, not all

Buster had decided he'd heard enough after "talentless excuse for a daughter"

Never calls her a brat

Definitely brought her down from the rich life a bit as far as being independent

Even though technically she's still filthy rich because she inherits that money now

She now knows how to make her own French Toast ✨

Buster is one much better terms with Clay now

They'll have a beer from time to time

Though Buster doesn't like beer—

Sense of fashion is yes

Sense of Aesthetic is yes

Dude was so used to having to do every single bit of planning that having Nooshi on to do the choreography was both nerve-wracking at first but relieving as time went on

Took him a hot minute to remember that the choreography was in good hands

Not because he didn't trust her but because he was so used to having to do it all himself

Makes sure she's got her own space

The choreography room has been completely redecorated into a more "energetic-slash-lively-go get em" space

Basically, it's Nooshi's space

He personally got the newcomers nice apartments when they moved to town

Porsha stayed with him for a little while in the guest bedroom of his apartment

Oh, and Ms. Crawley has her own room in Buster's apartment too

He made sure of that before he bought it

He worries about her health from time to time because she's up there in her years

Has also caught her writing a will

So the anxiety went 📈📈

Is relishing in the Touring Life™

Does worry about Jimmy Crystal returning

Or hurting Porsha

Considered a restraining order but the story usually went that getting a restraining order was a surefire way for the dude to come for you

Keeps it in his back pocket

Porsha is on his own will now as next of kin because of how much she's grown from the toxic hell hole her dad had her in

The Bucket™ is now on display in the Theatre

[mileseywilesey]

Okay so I just watched Sing 2 and now you guys get my headcanons for the characters.

Johnny - He/They, Bisexual, came out to his dad before the first movie and his dad thought it was a joke (all the more reason he's so keen on making his dad proud in the first movie)

Ash - Any pronouns, genderfluid, lesbian. Thought she was bi, after breaking up with Lance she discovered maybe she wasn't attracted to men at all .

Meena - They/She, Cottagecore Pansexual. Hasn't come out to her parents because of her anxiety (they are allies tho).

Gunter - Will tell you he/him but doesn't actually care. He's giving spongebob so Homoromantic Asexual. Also maybe trans man.

Mr. Moon - Asexual, Aromantic spectrum (maybe just aromantic), possibly homoromantic. His life long dream was to open a theatre, he is not a straight man.

Miss Crawly - Lesbian. Y'know those old ones, definetley had some secret girlfriends back in her day.

Rosita - Straight Ally. "Free Mom Hugs" at pride. She has 25 children. No way all of them are straight.

Norman - Straight Ally. Doesn't actually know what's happening. Rosita made him a "Free Dad Hugs" shirt

Johnny's Dad - Raised in a homophobic household, homophobic at first, is learning. Just like the character development he got in the first movie.

Nooshy - Any pronouns, polysexual or omnisexual

Clay Calloway - Those scary bikers that you think are about to hate crime you, but in reality he's an amazing ally, and definetley kissed a few guys back in his prime

Jimmy Crystal - Homophobic, but the manipulative kind. Definetley manipulated Jerry big time

Jerry - Idk but he's fruity that last line where he said "I love you" to Mr. Crystal will not be ignored. Was raised in a broken household and doesn't know how to cope with feelings, met Mr. Crystal in school, fell in love, now he works for him,

Porsche Crystal - She's voiced by Halsey, what more information do you need? Learning to except herself after being raised in a very much mentally abusive household by her very much mentally and sometimes physically absusive father.

Ice Cream Guy - Bisexual, He/They/She (in order of prefrence). Cottagecore.

Lance - Y'know Ash's ex bf from the first movie? This is him. He's like a middle school boy. Is straight and lowkey homophobic but will slap his homies ass.

Becky - That one girl Lance was with. Bicurious, when asked she'll say straight but enjoys kissing girls in her free time. As one does.

Darius - I wanna say straight ally but his theatre obsession tells me straight passing bisexual white man who doesn't have to worry about being hatecrimed. Y'know. Those ones.

If there's anyone else you want me to do (or anything for that matter) let me know

[theseviolentdelights597]

Just watched Sing 2 via early release and here are my first reactions to it. Tread lightly, there are spoilers afoot!

SPOILER WARNING

🔹Alice in Wonderland opening, weird but okay

🔹Oh God it's the Nicki Minaj twerking bunnies again

🔹Okay, but where's Ash though?

🔹Nanna: "Ah, Hobbes there you are. Bring the car around. That's a good chap."

Me: "How does he even reach the pedals?"

🔹OFF WITH YOUR HEAD, DANCE TILL YOU'RE DEAD! Her voice makes me melt and Scarlett's voice is built for rock music

🔹Of course she's not with them because WHY in God's name would she stay with some namby, pamby theatre singers when she's just that good.

🔹I said what I said and understand if she wanted to go off and do her own thing

🔹Ash standing up for being paid/worked with fairly just like Scarlett has in real life. GENIUS

🔹Rosita stopping the bus because she has nothing else to live for. Me too boo

🔹The songs they used in this movie are just *chef's kiss*

🔹*The team enters the city* Me: "Alexa, play Welcome to New York by Taylor Swift."

🔹The gang trying to sneak in while Bad Guy plays 👌🏻

🔹IT'S ENDGAME SWIFTIES

🔹*Slow song beings to play* Me: "It's Adele isn't it?"

Singer: "HELLO"

🔹Me: "Why did you buzz the flamingos singing Cake By the Ocean? That was so good!"

🔹Ash has a country guitar ❤

🔹Training be like: TIPPY TOES, TIPPY TOES. I CAN'T SEE YOUR TIPPY TOES! I nearly yelled this in the theatre with him NGL.

🔹DARIUS. That is all. I nearly screamed in the theatre and nearly cried due to my uncontrollable laughter

🔹He's such an asshole but I love him

🔹Porsche

🔹The kids next to me: "She's pretty."

Me to Myself: "She's Halsey."

🔹She really sings This Girl is on Fire better than Alicia Keyes

🔹NOOSHY

🔹Wait, is that a Cardi B song with the inappropriate lyrics removed?

🔹Me really wanting her to say "For research purposes" when she asked Johnny to prove that he wasn't a weirdo

🔹LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO 💁🏻

🔹Ash: "But can she act?"

Me, an Intellectual: "That's bold of you to assume since you're an actress Scarlett."

🔹Meena taking a break from practice and meeting Alfonso is literally how I react in social situations. Ice cream in the face and all

🔹That wolf is terrifying

🔹Crawly being driven out of Calloway's house was hilarious

🔹"Pew pew pew." DEAD 😂

🔹*Miss. Crawly with an eye patch*

Me: "Who is she now, Nick Fury?"

🔹Military Crawly is something I never knew I needed. Even when she's using the cherry picker like a tank and they had music to match 😂

🔹*Ash and Moon going to Calloway, only to get KO'd by the electric fence*

Me: "Oh great, you've killed Black Widow again."

🔹Ash going back to Clay and singing while he walks down the stairs and we see the memories of him and his wife. I WAS NEARLY IN TEARS DAMN IT

🔹If Ash riding on the back of Clay's motorcycle isn't pure Scarlett Johansson then I don't know what is

🔹Jimmy Crystal making us all think he killed Buster, when Moon was thankfully hanging off of his arm

🔹Suki for the win!

🔹Ash coming back with Clay and meeting Buster made my heart happy

🔹We're gonna run? No, we're gonna jump out the window with "Soy Yo" playing in the background. Doy

🔹Everyone getting together to sing and Crystal is none the wiser

🔹Johnny: "I'm gonna call for help." *Calls his dad*

Me: "YES!!"

🔹They're working with their local food cupboard haha

🔹Miss Crawly in the cherry picker outside of Porsche's window yelling at her to tell her that she's in again 😂

🔹"Honey, send in the piglets." = Pure Chaos

🔹Damn that cat has to tell everyone everything 👿

🔹Sky Full of Stars was good until Taron decided to stretch his notes 😬

🔹DANCE BATTLE

🔹Porsche singing Could Have Been Me was better than the original 🎶

🔹Shut up the Aye-Aye's are dancing too

🔹Meena fantasizing singing with Alfonso is literally me on the daily with my Fanfiction

🔹Rosita starting strong with Break Free, then the heights get to her again. She saves Buster and belts out a great rendition of the song

🔹Ash and Clay have my heart. The way he almost broke down because he didn't want to sing again... It was so heart wrenching

🔹Ash going out on that stage alone like I knew she was gonna

🔹 HIS WIFE 😭

🔹No, I was not crying during Ash and Clay's duet... You have the wrong woman

🔹The tear was a paid actor

🔹Just me, a commoner, singing passionately next to a group of children. NBD

🔹The ending is legit Squad Goals 🙌🏻

🔹But seriously though, it was so amazing to hear Scarlett's voice again. I absolutely cannot wait for this album

🔹Might just hold back all my strife so that I can watch it again on December 22nd and cry all over again

[hoperays-song]

Currently in a HUGE mood for Clay stuff, so how about some Clay Calloway headcanons? Bonus points if it includes Ash

(Yes I did finally watch the full movie for the first time in months, why do you ask)

Yay!! Absolutely, I hope you enjoy!

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Assorted Clay Calloway Headcanons:

He was born and raised in southern Louisiana.

His favourite color is navy blue and forest green depending on when you ask him (he gives everyone a different answer).

Being a huge prankster his whole life, he did get in trouble a lot when he was younger for said pranks.

He competes occasionally in a paintball league in Redshore under the name Ray Malloway (yes they all know it’s him, they’re just not paid enough to rat him out).

Clay’s a really good chef and cooks a lot of cajun and family recipes.

His love languages are gift giving and acts of service, so he will cook for people he cares about.

He sees Ash as a daughter and treats her like such, but will never admit it to her face.

On holidays, he sets out an extra plate in honor of his late wife.

Out of the troupe and their family members, he hangs out with Nana (they had run into each during their youth a few times since they were celebrities) and Marcus (he can relate the most to losing a spouse and can fix his bike for cheap). 

He used to call his wife Rose/Rosey after her favourite flowers.

Clay identifies as a bisexual trans man and was one of the most popular LGBTQIA+ celebrities in the 80s-90s.

He has all of his old stage costumes hidden in a box in his closet. Ash likes to tease him about some of them along with his mohawk phase. He does not appreciate all the photos of both of those things she keeps finding on the internet.

He can speak Louisiana Creole and English fluently, as well as Maori, his wife’s first language.

He will race Ash on their motorcycles whenever there’s free time, as well as taking her to paintball with him.

He’s the worst prankster on staff, constantly messing with the others and always getting away with it since Buster doesn’t believe the kids when they say it was him.

His favourite hobby is gardening and he spends a lot of his free time tending to his flower and herb gardens.

Clay’s favourite food is fried okra with spicy ranch sauce for dipping.

He honestly would have adopted Ash if Buster hadn’t the year before ,but he has taken over the role of her mentor from Nana, and she now is the only person in the world who can actually list themself as Clay Calloway’s protogé.

Clay proposed to his wife with a song.

He got the scars on his nose as a young musician, when he got into a fight with a group of people who were messing with a kid at one of his shows.

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Hope you enjoyed! I’ll send you more later more than likely! <3<3<3 

- <3 Gooseless

[ash-the-porcupine]

Birthday headcanons please!

Coming right your way, my friend!

BUSTER:

-Buster never really had birthdays as a kid. It was tradition for him and his father to buy a couple cookies and eat them together at the park, but that was about it.

-When the group find out, they were each giving him a gift for his birthday. Ash asked why he looked so confused.

-Once they learned, they all went in seventeen directions the compass doesn't even have yet to go find him more gifts XD

-Now Buster celebrates his birthday every year with the whole cast! After the whole gift giving thing, Buster will shove a ton of junk food and candy into everyone's hands and they'll go watch movies together the rest of the night!

ASH:

-Ash never asks for much for her birthday. Her parents would pitch in and get her one random item when she was a kid. It was the one day they would try not to fight or scream or be mean in any other way.

-When Ash joined the troupe, it was different. It all started when Buster gave her a new (really overly exspensive but) really nice guitar. When the cast learned it was her birthday, they all went and got her things and took her out for ice cream! It's tradition now.

MEENA:

-This being Meena, she loses her mind over the new baking kits and recipe books and headphones and whatever else the cast or her family happens to give her! It's usually either cooking or singing related, and she loves that.

-Ash and Johnny make it a thing to take her to the funnest place they can think of for her birthday and let everyone get into a little bit of trouble and just have lots of fun!

GUNTER:

-No one really knows where Gunter goes on his birthday, he's never home and never shows up to rehearsals on it. We can only assume. The casts drops by and leaves birthday gifts in front of his apartment door XD

JOHNNY:

-Obviously, birthdays are weird as the son of a gang leader. Growing up, Marcus would just pick up something random at the thrift store or something and give it to Johnny spontaneously. That's how he got his skateboard.

-Also obviously, the cast wouldn't let this slide and Buster INSISTS on throwing a huge blowout party for him at the theater. The koala even hand-makes the cards, and they are massively impressive.

ROSITA:

-All of her kids make her cards, and pitch in together with their allowance to give her gifts. Norman gets her a gift too.

-The cast comes by with all sorts of delightful things, and Buster makes sure (alongside Gunter) that Rosita doesn't have to lift one finger on her birthday.

-Meena, Ash, and Porsha do the cooking, and everyone else present babysits or entertains Rosita! :D

PORSHA:

-Porsha's dad was simple about birthdays. Porsha would ask for anything for her birthday, and it would just be there for her in the morning. It wasn't thrilling, but it was how it worked.

-As the cast isn't made of money, they definitely couldn't do it the way Porsha was used to. So, they each went different ways so each person could buy her a special gift.

-Her birthdays are essentially like Christmas!

NOOSHY:

-This lynx is COMPLETELY FOREIGN to the idea of a birthday party, and that is why the group holds these massive parties for her. And she gets to show off her dancing as much as she wants to the crowd.

-They spoil her rotten on her birthday with candy, soda, presents, junk food, and ice cream and she absolutely loves them for it.

CLAY CALLOWAY:

-No one but Ash and Buster knows his birthday, as he really doesn't want them throwing a party for him, but Ash and Buster make sure that Clay still gets his fair share of presents.

-They also will make him gumbo because he loves that stuff more than gold.

[imadisneyandsingfan]

I wanna know what the real story line is behind sing 2 like I got the first one well but the second not so much and this is what I got and I wonder if any of you can help me with it pilot

Sometime after the events of the first film, Buster Moon is thriving with his new theater, with Johnny, Meena, Rosita and Gunter working as his both cast and crew while Ash performs as a soloist. Failing to impress talent scout Suki, who tells him he would not make it in nearby Redshore City, the entertainment capital of the world. Buster, encouraged by Nana Noodleman, reunites his crew and head off to the city to make an impression.

They are denied entry, but manage to sneak in for an audition with entertainment owner Jimmy Crystal. As Jimmy is uninterested in Buster's original show pitch, Gunter suggests a space-themed sci-fi musical that features songs from Clay Calloway, a legendary rock star who has not been seen in 15 years. Intrigued, and assuming Clay will be a part of the show, Jimmy greenlights it, telling them to have the show up and running within three weeks.

During production, Rosita develops a fear of heights during rehearsal and is unable to keep on her role, which Buster begrudgingly gives to Jimmy's daughter, Porsha, on his insistence while Rosita is relegated to a minor role. Meanwhile, Johnny has been assigned to work with top choreographer Klaus Kickenklober but senses that Klaus dislikes him due to his inability to dance. Johnny later comes across a street dancer named Nooshy, who agrees to help him out. Meena has been cast in a romantic scene with Darius, a self-absorbed actor. Having never been in love before, Meena is unable to get the feelings across during their scene. She later meets and falls in love with an ice cream vendor named Alfonso.

Ash and Buster visit Clay Calloway to convince him to be in the show. He refuses at first, but Ash changes his mind. Back at the theater, Buster asks Porsha if she would like to switch roles with Rosita, as Porsha's acting skills are poor. However, a distraught Porsha misinterprets this as Buster firing her and runs off. Upon learning this, Jimmy scolds a crying Porsha and threatens Buster by nearly dropping him off his penthouse roof before locking him in a closet. Suki later frees Buster and warns him to leave Redshore City before Jimmy can kill him. Ash arrives with the crew and Clay, who advises Buster not to run and hide as he did after his wife Ruby died. Buster then decides to have the cast and crew put on the show that night behind Jimmy's back after he witnesses Jimmy insulting him and his friends on live TV. Porsha rejoins the show, while Johnny calls his dad and his gang to come over and help keep Jimmy and his henchmen at bay.

During the show, a jealous Klaus takes the place of Johnny's performance partner to try to undermine his number, but Johnny defeats Klaus with encouragement from Nooshy and the other dancers, finally earning Klaus' respect. Porsha performs a high energy song and dance number, standing up to her infuriated father. Meena visualizes Darius as Alfonso, and successfully performs a romantic duet with him. In a last attempt to stop the show, Jimmy drops Buster off of a high catwalk, which forces Rosita to overcome her fear of heights to save Buster. When the time comes for Clay to take the stage, he claims that he is not ready yet. Ash leads the crowd in a rendition of one of Clay's songs, giving him the courage to perform. After a curtain call, Jimmy wants to take credit for the show but is arrested by the police for attempting to kill Buster.

Just as Buster and his friends prepare to return home the following morning, Suki stops them and tells them that a major theater wants to put on their show. As the cast puts on their first official performance, Buster watches from the VIP section.

[stinkyhyena9000]

Just finished watching Sing 1. It was so good I absolutely loved it, and will definitely have to give it some rewatches later, too. I still prefer Sing 2, but both are insanely good. I also took a bunch of notes while watching, so enjoy that: ♫ buster moon references being the first koala in space ♫ buster tells meena just sing and she wont be afraid anymore ♫ buster moon, certified dilf ♫ also moon definitely is dating eddie ♫ also why is he committing so many crimes ♫ the scene where moon wakes up is supreme, too ♫ carwash scene - hes so tired :( ♫ buster moon says "help" when attacked by the piglets, just like in sing 2 ♫ qteez show up again front row for ash after her show, just like how they show up for her at her concert at the beginning of sing 2 ♫ also her song is so good ♫ mike is roughly the same size and shape as a mic..micro...microphone (im hilarious trust me) ♫ god i love johnnys dad, he cares about his son so much ♫ i cant believe people called meena a pickme girl. she literally just has anxiety and wants to make her family proud ♫ oh yeah, moon telling meena to sing and her fears will go away is kinda just like what ash tells to clay calloway lol ♫ i hate when the piglets make noises during the songs ♫ vore ♫ ohmygod does the bear kill mike? i hope so thank god ♫ me and my friend agreed that ash is definitely punk. (lance is a poser) ♫ why did they make moon so cute in this movie ♫ nana is proud of him omg lets goooooo ♫ AND THE MOON BOWING. ♫ "all creatures great and small" he says this at the start of "Out of This World" There's a lot of neat small little parallels, and overall I loved the movie so much. Amazing watch. My favorite song would have to be Set It All Free [x]

[knewyouwereaweirdo]

you know we’re gonna be legends (johnny centric)

i’m going to be completely honest here, make a disclaimer first and i will not sugarcoat it—johnny will die in this fic. it’s a one-chapter thing, haven’t been able to get it out of my head since forever, and now i’ve finally written it. posting it on tumblr as well as ao3 (archive of our own).

summary:  johnny tries to risk his life to save jimmy crystal in a fire and ends up in peril on the verge of death.

this story contains major character death, rather graphic descriptions of wounds, the works (not too graphic since i’m bad at descriptions). have fun! (apologies in advance for doing this, uh...)

There were screams and that was all that they could hear.

They didn’t know much about how it had started—but their speculation was that the fire props from Johnny’s performance had gotten a bit out of hand, causing the stage to erupt into flames and sending huge crowds of people into a spiral of panic as they rushed for the doors.

The Crystal Theater was burning, burning, burning—tendrils of flame rose into the night as they challenged to swallow them whole and completely. Firefighter trucks and ambulances had already lined up in front of the building, flashing their red and blue lights and roaring their sirens.

“Is everyone all here?” Buster called out frantically as he skidded to a stop on his little feet in front of the burning building, looking around as he counted the members of his theater crew. “Johnny, Meena? Ash? Rosita?”

“We’re here, Mr. Moon!” Meena’s familiar voice broke out from amongst the panicking crowd and Buster turned to the side in relief to see Meena, Johnny, Ash, Rosita, and Gunter hurrying towards him, Johnny holding Ms. Crawly—not too far away at their heels were Johnny’s dad and uncles. Their new addition Porsha was also amongst them, and so was Johnny’s new friend Nooshy. Even Clay Calloway was with them. They all seemed out of breath, terrified, and some of them a tiny bit worse for wear, but they were fine. Unharmed.

Buster let out a sigh of relief. “You’re all safe.”

“We managed to make it out through the back door before everyone started trampling each other.” Ash blurted out, a smudge of char on her face.

“Rosita, your piglets?”

“Everyone’s here.” Rosita said, shaking but the small look of relief reflecting across her dilated pupils. “Norman and I counted them, I sent them back to a safer place.”

“So we’re all here, right?” Everyone nodded at Buster’s words, and he nodded back. “Good, good—we need to go, now, the fire department will take care of this and make sure the fire’s out—”

Johnny silently counted everyone in his head—everybody was there, alright. But there was someone missing. Someone that he hadn’t even considered adding to his count, but still there enough to acknowledge. Then it hit him.

Crystal. Jimmy Crystal.

“Mr. Crystal’s still in there!” Johnny’s words pierced through everyone like a knife, although barely heard amongst the screams and the cries and the earsplitting roaring of the flames.

“Daddy!” Porsha cried out in realization and Rosita grabbed onto her for support as she burst into sudden tears. “M-my daddy’s still in there!”

Johnny then turned to the lot of them. “You guys hurry on and get to the hotel, wherever it’s safe���I’ll be right back.” He then turned around and started towards the burning building.

Marcus grabbed his arm and held onto him with a vice grip. “What do you think you’re doin’?”

“Dad, I have to save him.” Johnny said, his voice growing more desperate by the minute. “I—”

“You listen here, I saw cracks starting to form in the main lobby on the way out just now.” Marcus growled. “That damned building is going to collapse any second soon, and I am not going to stand here acting stupid enough to let you go in there!”

“But dad—”

“He tried to kill Moon, you saw that. He tried to kill Moon and who knows what he might have been plannin’ to do with the other lot of you—to you.” Marcus’s heart thumped wildly inside his chest. “Don’t be an idiot, son.”

“Dad, I know he did the most terrible things—but me knowin’ that he’s still in there and not makin’ any attempts to try and save him would just be stoopin’ down to his level.” Johnny said, all in a rush of words but firm and clear enough to understand.

“Johnny.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to live with tha’, dad.”

“Johnny—”

“I’ll be back in just a quick second, I promise.”

“Johnny, you’re crazy.” Ash spat out, almost angrily, as she made his way up to him. “This is Jimmy Crystal we’re talking about—if anything, he deserves this for everything he’s tried to do to us.”

“Nobody deserves to die, Ash.” Johnny replied, his tone soft but firm before looking back up at his dad. “Dad, I’ll be back as soon as I go, I promise you. Just give me a chance.”

Marcus didn’t reply, and the hold he kept on his son didn’t relax.

“Dad, please.”

“...”

“Dad, he’s goin’ to die!”

“... if you’re not back in five minutes, I’m goin’ in there to find you.” Marcus growled as he let go of his grip on Johnny’s shoulder pad of his costume. “Hurry. Be careful.”

A very brief smile—a very quick and small one but a smile nonetheless—broke across his face as he took several steps back to the building, towards the flames. “Thanks for believin’ in me, dad.” And with that, before Marcus could tell him that he changed his mind or say anything else, Johnny darted back towards the building, leaving his friends crying out with distress for him in his wake. Marcus didn’t miss Buster yelling, crying out for his son for him to come back, that it was dangerous.

Marcus then realized that this had been a grave mistake.

Johnny pushed past the broken glass sliding doors and ran straight to the fire while the other continued to run past him towards the direction that he had come from. The smoke from the fire hit him almost immediately, as soon as he took his first step into the theater. It was clouding in his vision, making it hard to see anything ahead of him. His eyes began to water as the smoke began to burn his lungs. Johnny couldn’t help but choke out a few coughs before ducking lower to try and avoid the smoke as much as possible. He hid his own nose and mouth in the corner of his elbow, blinking to get rid of the useless tears.

He stumbled his way over some bigger chunks of debris and wires, supposedly fallen from the ceiling, looking for the white wolf. He clasped his hand over his mouth because his elbow wasn’t doing anything at this point, and his lungs felt like they were on fire.

“Mr. Crystal!” He called out, his voice cracking under pressure. An acrid, almost toxic smell pierced his nose. “Mr. Crystal, where are you?”

He knew he was being stupid by not moving around at a lower height, but he had noticed in seconds that it would just completely hinder his speed and movement. It would be fine as long as he just didn’t breathe in too much spoke. Another life came first.

A loud groan that resonated within the building, echoes like a monster and bouncing off the walls made Johnny nearly freeze to the floor but he forced his rigid body to move. Bits of debris rained down on him like hail and he brought his arm up over his head as he stifled a coughing fit.

Just then, he heard loud cracks above his head and something fell right at his head, cutting against his eye as it dropped—he put both hands over his right eye with a cry as his back slammed back against one of the marble pillars from his stumbling feet. Johnny pulled his shaking hands back and noticed blood on his palm. Luckily, it was only his eyelid. With a pained grunt, he gathered his senses again and set back off deeper into the building to look for Jimmy Crystal.

Flames and fire tendrils licked at the ground underneath him—the building continued to groan loudly, bits of debris and dust raining down on him wherever he went. He really couldn’t see much ahead of him anymore, although it had just been mere minutes since he had entered the theater, his vision blurred and somewhat foggy. Everything was glowing a dangerous, deadly red. Paintings on walls were burning and falling apart, giving off a pungent, acrid odor. Breathing was getting more difficult every second,

Johnny then, out of the corner of his eye, noticed a familiar flash of white—he urged his feet to move and to his relief, found Jimmy Crystal near one of the theater entrances from the lobby, struggling under a piece of debris. Crystal lifted his head to spot Johnny and waved his hand over, coughs wracking his sentence. “Well, don’t just stand there—get me out of here!”

Johnny hurried over and dropped to his knees beside the wolf, apologizing profusely for no actual reason found as he grabbed the chunk of debris and began to lift it up, groaning with effort. The intense heat thundering around him was slowly starting to make him feel sick and nauseous, making his head pound and his stomach churn. His insides felt unnaturally hot as if someone had shoved a burning rock down his throat. The flames licked at his arms and burned his fur and his skin, and Johnny coughed and sputtered.

He finally threw the cement debris off with a cry as soon as Jimmy Crystal managed to crawl out from underneath it. “Help me up.” Jimmy demanded and Johnny did so, knowing that his attitude was the least of his problems. He helped Jimmy Crystal up to his feet and began back towards the exit—the loud cracking that thundered around the building was telling him that their time was almost up.

“The exit’s right ahead, c’mon!” Johnny called out over the earsplitting noises, helping Jimmy Crystal along with his limp, trying not to breathe in as much smoke as possible. He knew he had done the right thing, and he was happy that he did—and Johnny knew that once he reached those doors, he’d get to see his dad and his uncles and his friends again, and everything would be fine.

His breaths grew shorter and his coughs got worse with every step he took through the smoke, his lungs feeling as if they were choking him, something heavy lodged in his throat. Blood flowed from above his brow over his eye, and everything ahead of him just seemed like a complete blur.

The sounds of a loud crash just above his head gave him just about enough time to look up and notice big chunk of concrete falling towards them at breakneck speed from the ceiling—Johnny’s eyes widened in terror and he just managed to shove Crystal out of the way.

But it wasn’t enough time for him to get out of the way himself.

The concrete fell right onto Johnny, crushing him, and he heard the terrible sounds of bones snapping and a searing pain shot through his lower body like a fire as he let out a scream. It exploded in his head like a blinding whiteness. The pain was like needles that had been dipped into alcohol had been jammed through his skin, like his legs had been replaced with ice and electricity wired straight into his spine.

Through his blurring vision, he noticed Jimmy Crystal slowly getting back onto his feet, and grasped onto that tiny bit of hope. He tried to get his elbows underneath him but his chin crashed back onto the rubble in vain, and a tortured groan escaped through his throat.

“Mr. Crystal—” He gasped out, clawing helplessly towards the wolf’s feet, bits of rock and cement cutting into the skin of his palms. A whimper burst out from between his lips as he begged. “P-please, help—”

The wolf stood still in his ragged, burnt suit, did nothing; it was almost as if the smoke wasn’t hurting him at all.

“Please—”

And then, Jimmy Crystal burst into a laugh, a maniac one—and the last bit of hope Johnny had been holding onto for dear left just vanished on the spot.

“Oh, kid.” Crystal shook his head as he brought his shoe down onto his outstretched hand, beginning to twist the sole of his shoe and put a lot more pressure onto it than Johnny had expected—the bones of his fingers cracked under the weight and Johnny let out a pained cry, his arm jerking in fruitless attempts to move his hand out from under it. “I can’t do that.”

“Wh-wh—”

“It’s just something I have unfinished between me and your little boss, Moon. A complete, utter nobody, I’ll make him regret every scandal he attached to my name.” Jimmy stood up straight and wiped the back of his hand against his snout, dragging a smear of striking red blood across his white fur, matted with ash and soot. He brushed the dust off of his suit. “You wouldn’t understand—it’s just business. Don’t take it personally.”

He finally removed his foot from Johnny’s hand and it instantly moved to flex it and try and rid itself of the pain—instead, burning agony shot up his arm and he had to clench his teeth not to scream. His hand shook uncontrollably.

“Just know that this? This isn’t my doing.” He gave Johnny a casual, rather sickening smile. “Blame Moon—that loser is the one who ruined everything I had.”

“Mr. Moon—” He managed to gasp out, and felt the small move of his chest briefly heaving out for breath send the feeling of a thousand knives stabbing into his body like white, searing torture. “—is m-more of a hero… th-than you’ll ever be.” His shaking hand trembled as it slowly clenched into a weak fist.

“… let’s see if you still think that once you’re dead and gone.” Crystal then turned and leaving Johnny crushed underneath the wired concrete, ran off, limping and stumbling towards the still-open exit.

Johnny had never been more terrified in his life—he whimpered as he tried to move himself out from under the crushing weight to no avail, his nails burying themselves into the rubble and dirt underneath him as he struggled—his back hurt so bad, felt like a beast clawing and tearing at his insides, as if something sharp had impaled his body.

Coughs and wheezes tore through his torso and limbs, sending stabs of agony like a searing, hot knife. He couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t breathe—

He was going to die.

…

For Marcus, it was the longest five minutes of his entire life.

He kept his eyes fixed on the entrance of the theater, surrounded completely by flames at this point, his heart almost beating out of his chest. Stan was the one barely holding him back from running inside and finding his son.

His son.

“It’s been a whole five minutes and he’s not back.” Marcus blurted out—he barely heard Meena sobbing in the background, some of them brokenly calling out for Johnny, others actually trying to fight to get in there.

“H-he should have been back by now.” Buster said, the panic rising his voice to the edge. “Why isn’t he back—”

“I need to get in there, goddammit—” Nooshy cried out as Ash held her back as much as she could. “He’s going to die in there if he’s not back soon!”

The theater building dangerously groaned and more glass and debris came raining down onto the pavement, sending everyone screaming once again. Everyone had managed to evacuate at this point, all except for Johnny and Jimmy Crystal, who were both nowhere to be found.

“There! There’s Jimmy Crystal!” Someone—a tiger, he presumed—shouted and pointed at someone emerging from the flames, limping along on his two legs. Paramedics rushed to him immediately.

“... where’s Johnny?” The words left Marcus as nothing above a whisper, feeling suddenly numb and dumbfounded. If Johnny had gone in to save Crystal, but Crystal had come back out on his own without him, then—

A deafening crash interrupted his thoughts and everyone looked up to see the bottom of the building crumbling into pieces, massive cracks cascading over the marble walls with lightning speed—the cracks gave in the walls began to break, bringing the entire theater down with them as the flames erupted from the doors and windows, thundering the grounds around them. The smoke rushed towards them like a sandstorm and everyone held onto each other, eyes screwing shut as they turned their heads away from the explosion that echoed terribly like a god’s cry of anguish, the heat beating at their faces.

There was a terrible ringing and for a short second, Marcus couldn’t hear anything—but then it started to clear, little by little, and he caught sounds of sirens, shouts, cries, screams, and sobs. Animals around them were huddled about, staring at the horrendous scene ahead of them. Marcus looked too… and his heart dropped.

What used to be Crystal Theater was now a massive pile of rubble and debris, dust clouding and flames engulfing the mess that stood instead in its place.

“... Johnny. Johnny!” He inhaled sharply and near burst into a coughing fit from the sudden mass of hot air that burned his throat, which he managed to stifle. ”Johnny!”

“Everybody, stand back!” An officer was saying, trying to hold everyone away from the fallen, burning wreckage—but Marcus couldn’t care. He didn’t care about his own safety, or others, for that matter, more than he cared about his only son’s.

His only son, who was buried somewhere in all those ruins—battered, burned, bruised, wounded, or maybe even…

“My son’s in there!” He blurted out, his voice cracking as he forced himself forward, pushing past the crowd. “Get outta the way, my son’s in there!” He could feel the chill in his blood, coldness bringing the synapses of his brain to a stand still. He was almost hurting from the consistent thundering of his heart in his chest and it was becoming almost unbearable—and he knew it wasn’t something that would subside unless he found Johnny.

Thanks for believin’ in me, dad.

Those words that Johnny had said to him with the tiniest smile before disappearing into the theater.

He really had meant it, hadn’t he?

He remembered back to the days when he wanted his own son to grow up to be just like him, just like his uncles—it had been late when he realized how much of a terrible person he actually was, and how even more terrible he must have been in Johnny’s life as a father.

Marcus had tried to do everything to force him to be something that Johnny didn’t want to do, kept him shadowed from what he had the potential to do this whole time…

Albeit, Johnny had fought his way out of that shadow on his own and without Marcus’ help, had come this far to become a shining star.

Marcus should have believed in him sooner.

He watched through a blur as the fire slowly died down from the spray of hoses onto the broken, dust-settled debris, the heat dying down as Marcus approached the rubble, pushing forcefully through the crowd of animals. He noticed the rest of the Moon theater cast following behind him, right on his tail, just as desperate as he was.

The police and paramedics failed to keep them back from the rubble any longer, and the search for Johnny finally began—they all began digging within the debris, piece by piece and wire by wire, huge fragments of walls lifted and disposed of. Marcus’ hands were cut, scraped, abraised, but he couldn’t care any less.

Hours and hours of searching went by, and yet the center of the city still glowed with red and blue flashing lights, and the screams of powerful sirens. The search crew had been looking for Johnny’s body, dead or alive, for too long for comfort. The group continued to search for them, hoarse voices calling for his name, broken and throats swollen.

“Oh god, oh god, I found him, h-he’s here—” Meena’s wail alerted everyone in less than a second—Marcus had never moved so quickly from one place to another.

“Where is he? Where’s Johnny?” He barked out as he pushed past a couple of Johnny’s friends and stopped beside Buster Moon; the sight in front of him tore him to pieces.

There Johnny was, completely motionless with his eyes glazed and glassy, sprawled underneath a huge chunk of concrete of what seemed to be what once was the lobby ceiling, a mess of blood absolutely everywhere. The show makeup and the paint he had had on his face was matted and erased here and there, lines of crimson across the skin and fur in their wake—burns and charred fur covered his cheeks and the arms outstretched at the sides of his head. One of his hands seemed clearly crushed and broken, half-folded fingers bruised and bloody.

He looked dead.

He looked dead and it was terrifying.

Marcus wasted no time in grabbing the huge piece of debris, hooking his fingers onto the bottom of it as he tried his utter best not to spiral into a panic. He grunted as he lifted it—the others soon joined in without a word, the shock of seeing their friend in such a state having struck them to the core.

Without too much effort, all of them together managed to lift the piece of the ceiling off of him and Marcus threw it completely aside with a loud groan. He then immediately dropped down to his knees beside his son onto the earth, soot, and dust underneath him, coloring his community service clothes a charcoal black. A burnt odor filled his nose as both his hands hovered helplessly over Johnny’s battered, motionless body, unknown of what to do.

There had been a jagged piece of steel wire that had completely impaled Johnny’s side near his back—and now was the white jagged end of a broken bone, presumably a rib, cutting through the skin and blood having run in thick scarlet rivers over his side. The wound was sliced in the flesh of his lower stomach, heavily having oozed out blood, some of it already having crusted in his clothes and the ground beneath him. One of his legs seemed twisted into an angle that just wasn’t supposed to be. His clothes were charred and burnt. The blood stained his cheek and his costume, his hands, trailed down from the corner of his lip—red, red, red.

An invisible hand clasped over Marcus’ mouth; an equally ghostly hypodermic of adrenaline pierced his heart, unloading in an instant. He felt his ribs heaving as if bound by ropes, straining to inflate his lungs. His head was a carousel of fears spinning out of control, each one pushing his mind into blackness. He wanted to run; he needed to freeze. Sounds that were near felt far away, like he was no longer in the body that sat almost paralyzed on the bloody earth.

“Johnny.”

His shaking hand finally moved to rest against, gently, on top of his son’s head, touching what was once soft, glistening fur now a matted, blood-tangled mess. He stroked his hair, thumb briefly brushing over his ear, which was also painted crimson.

“Johnny, get up. I know you’re still there somewhere.”

No response.

“Johnny…”

“... da…”

Marcus froze—Johnny’s eyes, which had been glazed over earlier, were wearily looking up towards him without any focus. Unshed tears were running down from his eyes across his cheek, which were now threatening to close with each jittered blink.

“Johnny, y-you’re alrigh’—you’re, you’re—” Marcus carefully cradled Johnny’s head in his hands, careful not to accidentally hurt him. “—thank god, I-I was startin’ to think you were—”

“Da, i-it hurts…”

“I know my boy, I know—help is comin’, the paramedics are on their way here right now, just hold on a lil’ longer—”

But it was almost as if Johnny couldn’t hear him; the little focus that had previously been there had started to fade away, the small light in his eyes starting to die.

He was fading away.

“... no, no, wait, Johnny, listen to me—” Marcus looked around at the others surrounding them for help. Nooshy, bursting into a broken, choked sob, hurried away to get to the paramedics who were busily trying to unfold a stretcher. Meena followed her suit. “Johnny, y-ya can’t do this to me, y—” He choked on his words and tears started to blur his vision as he turned his head. “Get here quicker, ya bloody fuckin’ paramedics, what the hell is takin’ you so long—”

“Marcus.” Buster’s gentle voice didn’t do anything to deter him. “Marcus—”

“Johnny, Johnny, don’t do this to me, don’t you—” Marcus swallowed the huge lump in his throat, begging, praying that whatever god was up there kept his son alive. Whatever it takes, whatever it takes. It could be him instead, just please…

Whatever it takes.

His son was dying and there was nothing he could do about it.

So without uttering another word, he gently cradled Johnny in his arms, watching as the life slowly drained out of him little by little. Watching him fade away from the world that had raised him to be the deserved star and hero he had grown up to be, and Marcus couldn’t help but hear that inner voice, screaming at him continuously, incessantly—

—that it should have been him.

“... da, I…”

“I’m here, Johnny boy.”

His chest painfully moved as he struggled to get the words out, straining with his breath every small inhale. Marcus waited, his heart being torn apart knowing the sound of what he knew to be Johnny’s last breaths more agonizing than any torture he'd ever been through.

“... ‘m sorry.”

And before Marcus could tell him that it was alright, that he forgave him, that there was nothing to be sorry for and that he had no fault and if there was anyone to blame it was his own self… the final exhale, the final breath left Johnny’s lips and his head slightly lolled to the side as his eyes completely glazed over, his body growing limp in Marcus’ arms.

A terrible chill ran up his spine and he felt numb, like someone had trapped him in a lake of ice. “... Johnny? Johnny.” Marcus slightly shook the boy in his arms.

“Marcus…” Buster’s voice said meekly from behind him, broken and sounding as if he were about to choke any second.

“Johnny, get up. Get up, Johnny.” He tried shaking his son one more time to no avail. “Johnny, Johnny—”

And then Marcus cradled his son’s dead body in his arms and sobbed, crying like he never had before, crying in a way he would have never dared to have done in front of Johnny for years, screams of bloody murder and anguish and grief and the rage and the sadness that was ripping his heart apart into shreds, tearing at his insides.

One last time, those brown eyes—his mother’s eyes—had opened. And one last time, Johnny spoke.

[rosieshipper]

Ash is voiced by the same lovely woman who plays Natasha-! ScarJo-!

I know!! Ash was my favorite of the main cast in the first movie so I figured I would probably make her an f/o at one point! And I believe Nooshy was voiced by the same woman who plays Shuri in black panther!! I just think that Ash, Nooshy, and Porsha would all make great f/os! Plus I might have Clay Calloway as a parental f/o because he just gives off dad energy!!