#happy friggin valentines

[tacky-optic]

its that fanciful romanticistic day yet again so JIGZENI HEADCANONS be upon ye (in no particular order of importance or seriousness)💥💥💥

- zenigata is jig’s type. gotta get that outta the way first lmao

- favorite fic tropes: reluctant partners, wound dressing, cigarette lighting, slow burn, frenemies with benefits 

- and ok as much as id love this dark noir grizzled detective/hitman mobguy romance love/hate situationship whatever they're probably on the heathier end of the 10 possible lupin ships. they're both just too fucking honest and awkward about romantic sorta stuff yknow

- they both like really black coffee. like nasty "how tf can you drink this its literal tar" black

- zenigata runs hot, jigen runs cold-- obligatory "opposites attract" dynamic

- they both overthink things and small, awkward, semi-flirty situations haunt them for hours. they've brushed knuckles accidentally at a bar once i stg. worst day of their lives they still can't stop thinking about it

- really stand-offish around each other in public (virtually no pda outside of things people might not notice; nudging feet under a table, lighting each other's cigarettes (which is practically kissing for these people let's be real), hands brushing when theyre cuffed in the back of a prison van together, etc etc. normal guy shit)

- they feel obligated to not acknowledge each other, essentially. they're not SUPPOSED to acknowledge each other, it'd break the status quo, "why does that inspector that's always on the news suddenly care about his rival’s partner so much" -- people would get suspicious. best to simply not

- but when they're in private they NEED to be near each other at the very least. eyeshot/earshot. tbh this basically boils down to jigen lounging on top of zenigata. see temp boyfriends-- jigen uses that cop like a basking rock lmao

- facial hair... jig probably digs the five-o-clock shadow look but it usually means "bad mood" for zeni. real late nights, real big loss, real bad scolding from the higher-ups. lupin's dead for the third time this year and he's at the end of his rope about it. shit like that.

- lupin domesticated the shit outta jigen ok. he's the mother hen now. he knows what it looks like (and feels like) when someone's not taking care of themselves so he does the whole shebang-- cooking, cleaning, making sure everyone's hydrated n fed n not slowly rotting. he scolds lupin (plotting heists spiral) and goemon (training spiral) enough that they know to be more careful, but zenigata doesn't get that sorta constant attention since he's solo most of the time

- what im getting at is that jigen checks in after really rough shit ykno. things that might not hit their side very hard but he knows is devastating for zenigata. makes sure he isnt drinking himself into a gutter, makes sure he's sleeping, makes sure he isnt eating exclusively half-assed cup noodle, makes sure he gets cleaned up/shaved. then when zeni's tentatively grateful and Over It and threatening to arrest him again (in that order) he dips

- I FUCKING LOVE THE PATCHUP TROPE and i blame this fandom exclusively. there's this one jigzeni fic where zenigata admits to practically being the gang's third-pick medic and i really really like that idea. so yeah that mother hen shit goes both ways because thats just how zenigata is innately

- hes super cushy with jigen specifically cause jigen's kinda like when you try to clip a dog's nails when they do NOT want that to happen. theres always the looming threat that shit might get loud. and bitey. aaany moment now. but jigen sucks it up real quick when he sees how big this fuckin guy's hands are and how good he is with them winkwinkwink

- put these two alone together for too long and they'll blurt out shit that they BOTH need to hear but have always been too. idk. nervous? afraid? to say. probably afraid. they hate that it's so easy to talk about what's weighing on them

- mostly intrusive thoughts about lupin, but sometimes it's little stuff. i.e. "i actually don't like black coffee all that much but i can't bring myself to sweeten it up because i feel like i don't deserve it/it doesn't feel like i earned it."

- neither can bring themselves to tell the other that That Doesn't Make Sense and is In(s)ane. they both know it's nonsensical and neurotic but they both feel the same deep deep down, too. they get why. they hate it they HATE that they align on a intuitional level

- but once they break that initial barrier of extremely awkward silence where they just KNOW they're thinking the same thing, they can not and will not shut up about how they're feeling

- don't get me wrong. jigen totally vents to lupin (and to goemon and 10000% to fujiko too) but only zenigata can match that same level of angst he has and that's what makes said venting actually, genuinely, deeply relieving. because fuck, he gets it

- they're a tag team of worry. hype men of worry. there's this one mike birbiglia bit from "old man and the pool" -- can't even enjoy a comedy special without this pairing whacking me upside the head with a two-by-four, smh-- that is apparently jigzeni to me:

- "she's worried, and then because she's worried, i'm worried. we're like an anxious improv group. like... i initiate with a worry. she "yes and..."s the worry with some misgivings. i close out the scene with some neuroses, and then sometimes we have sex, and that's so fun."

- on that note, jigen's Worry is very much internal whereas zenigata's is very much not. this is borderline fascinating to them. "how're you so calm all the time" versus "how're you so hopped up on all this energy all the time". the answer is waiting till 2am to unpack by screaming into a pillow and/or drinking till they zonk out

- they tend to gravitate to certain places for what i guess you would call "noncommittal company"-- ambience, if anything-- and since they tend to be holed up in the same areas random bar encounters happen frequently

- they talk about drinking habits a lot. preferred drinks, cocktails, brands-- they're both big fans of whiskey

- jigen buys them both a bottle of real high-their top-shelf shit after particularly rough yet successful heists (the ones where they team up to take out nazis or whatever the hell) and zenigata (after a lot of convincing) never really turns jigen down when he offers him a glass

- okay so either these two happen slowly over many, many months (with the backdrop of many, many years behind them) or they happen IMMEDIATELY, no unpacking, no real deep thought from either of them. if they don't have that “ah, fuck it” moment then they've got a lot of silent pining to look forward to (which i rant about [here])

- damn i think thats it. im pretty shit at coming up with really cushy slice of life bits lmao, it always devolves into deranged character analysis

- some day i will comprehend the art of cozycomfy 'this is how they like their toast' stuff......some day

[becasart]

It's gettin real romantical over here 😏🌶x💐

[child-of-the-cosmos]

LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

[brazenlystrong]

today i learned someone BOUGHT a star and named it after Gojo-- then someone else bought a star beside Gojo's and named it after Geto

[miscelluneous]

Happy Valentine's Day from Misty at the Cerulean Gym!

[shelfis]

Happy Valentines! 💌

Planned to draw twice as much ships but it’s friggin hard to accumulate energy for now

Have all the luv with those four pairs of sweet creatures

[kexyyxx]

*SHRIEKS, DRIFTS IN AND CRASHES INTO A WALL* I'M FRIGGIN LATE AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I totally didn't speedrun this artwork. Nah. Never. (I did the sketch the day before, I spent four hours on this until now without any breaks and it's still not finished but WHATEVER!!!!)

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!!!! Here are some naughty goobers for the occasion🤭 They had too many smoochies.

I gave Movie Amy a new outfit for... Aesthetics. Yeah, totally. (I struggled with the skirt in this pose bruh) And I refused to draw her hands AHAHAHAHAH (I'm so tired.)

Sigh I love valentine's day. .................🥹🥹🥹

[boston-basher-batter]

Hehehehe my Valentine's invitation was accepted. I can't hold it in anymore.

IM SO FRIGGIN EXCITED! I GOT MA RIDE! I GOT RESERVATIONS FOR A NICE DINNER! IM SO DAMN HAPPY N EXCITED!!!!! I BARELY SLEPT LAST NIGHT!!!

I slept in though, I'm full of energy. I'm bouncin off da walls. I'll probably explode if I drink any caffeine!!!

[maaskuline]

HI SO my laptop wasn't working for me for a couple days which is why i haven't been very active!! but i just got it fixed so here i am >:D and i decided to cook something up in the meantime!

here's a little drabble i wrote with Johnny, FT. my therapist oc Dr. Lane!! i'm excited to share her here (though if anyone wants to rp directly with her, she can be found at @piinkponyclub !!) bc she was essentially created for this very purpose hehe :]

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( WARNING FOR: light homophobic language, light mentions of alcohol use, and emeto tw at the very end )

"Good evening, Johnny, I hope you're doing well. I understand that it was your birthday this month—on Valentine's, right? Happy birthday. How did that go for you?" asked the young therapist, getting settled in her chair as the session starts.

Johnny let out a deep sigh as he sunk into the office chair across from hers. Before now, he hadn't shut up about the fact that his birthday was coming up—and now that it's passed, it doesn't seem he holds the same enthusiasm for it anymore.

Dr. Lane noted that he didn't give any response. Johnny is typically pretty talkative, unless, of course, there was something too sensitive or too upsetting for him to talk about. She cleared her throat. “...You seemed rather excited about it, from what I can remember. I take it your plans didn't go very well?”

“It was horrible, Doc!” he told her. “I set up this, uh, kissin’ booth outside my house, y’ know? And it was goin’ pretty good for a while. Got a few kisses out of it, n’ lots of friends o’ mine stopped by to bring me some gifts—that was pretty neat.”

The therapist nodded, writing something down in her notes. “Uh-huh. I see. That sounds lovely. Though I'm guessing that something went wrong at some point, then?”

Johnny buried his face in his hands. “I… I found out there's been, uh, some rumors about me goin’ around…”

She raised an eyebrow at this. “Rumors? What kind of rumors, if you don't mind me asking?”

He lets out a long sigh. He remains silent for a long moment, clearly not wanting to talk about it. Finally, he says, “Well, apparently, some people think I'm… that I'm gay or somethin’. I ain't gay.”

Dr. Lane paused for a moment, then wrote something down. She had to think about how to word this. Johnny was a rather bold and direct person—so she figured she would take the bold and direct approach herself. “I see… Well, I can see why people would get that impression of you. Your behavior is rather flamboyant. It seems fairly easy to get that impression just from the way you present yourself.”

“Flamboyant?!” Johnny takes offense to the word. “What do you mean, flamboyant? I'm… I'm the very epitome of manliness! I'm Johnny Bravo, baby!”

He crossed his arms and huffed.

“And besides, even if I was one o’ them… homos… which I ain't! But if I was—that still don't mean I want it goin’ ‘round the whole dang neighborhood, y' know?! A guy's gotta protect his reputation. Well… my reputation might as well be down the friggin’ toilet now, man.”

The therapist stayed calm and stoic despite Johnny's obvious anger. She knew that getting frustrated wouldn't get her anywhere with him. “No, I understand. You value your image. But this ‘rumor’ began somewhere.”

She adjusts her notes, flipping a page.

“Is there anything that might have caused people to jump to this conclusion…?”

At that, Johnny tries to form a response, but he can't find the words. “I… I don't know! I– I, uh… I, um—” After a moment, he sinks back in his chair, distraught expression on his face. He gulped. “There might've been a couple people I kissed that… weren't all ladies...”

Dr. Lane's pencil is still as she takes this in, focusing on his expression. “So… you kissed some people who weren't women. Okay. Did you… perhaps… enjoy it?” She tries to be gentle, but it's obvious exactly what she's trying to ask. Johnny furiously shakes his head.

“It– It ain't like that! I mean, it doesn't really count. One of ‘em was a buddy o’ mine who did it as a joke, n’ I didn't see it comin’ anyway... And the other… well, I don't even know what they are—they're, like, some kind o’ transgendersexual…”

“Just say transgender.”

“Right—what'd I say?”

She decided to move on. “Alright. So you kissed one as a ‘joke,’ and the other… You don't know what they are. Do you mean you don't know what gender they are?”

Johnny scratches the back of his head. “Uh… Yeah! Apparently, they're like… both, I guess. Said they don't even care one way or another what I call them. I– I don't really know how that works…”

Dr. Lane nods, writing something else down. She's well aware of the term, but she's trying to figure out if Johnny does, too. “You mean… nonbinary?”

He just shrugs. “I don't know. Maybe. I ‘unno any of those words, man.”

Of course. That lack of understanding is something she expected. “That means they are someone who doesn't identify as a man or a woman. People who are nonbinary might dress more masculine one day, and more feminine the next, or anything in-between. They have no gender, so they may have no preference in how they're addressed, or prefer to be referred to with neutral terms,” she explains. “Does that make sense so far?”

“Not really, no.”

She had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. “Alright. Let's try something else. Do you know anything about two-spirits?”

He sighed. “That's what… you are, ain't it?”

Dr. Lane nodded, somewhat surprised that he remembered that. “Yes, I am. Do you understand what it means to be two-spirited?”

“Nuh-uh,” he states plainly. “But it's called… two-spirit, so... does that mean you actually have… two spirits?”

Again, she's surprised—not by Johnny's question per se, but by the fact that he's actually trying to understand. “Sort of, yes. It means that I have both a male and female spirit. It's more complex than that, but that's the basic definition.”

Johnny rests his head on his hand. “Okay… but… how? How does that work, exactly? ‘Cause to me, you just seem like one person—just regular ol' Dr. Lame!”

She rolls her eyes and chuckles. Even though Johnny was being a bit rude, she could tell he was trying, which is all she could ask for at the moment. “I am one person, yes. But I just happen to have both male and female energy coexisting inside me. It's a spiritual thing, not a physical one. Does that make sense at all?”

Johnny frowned. “None o’ that spiritual hokey-pokey stuff makes any sense to me.”

Dr. Lane sighs, trying to think of how to explain such a complex, spiritual concept to a man who was practically the very incarnation of toxic masculinity himself. She believes that explaining this to a toddler would be easier.

“Think of it as the masculine and feminine energy in everyone's body,” she explains. “Now, some people have more masculine energy, or more feminine energy. Or for some like me, their energy is more equal. Does that make sense?”

Johnny paused for a moment. “So… what would I be?”

She smiles gently. “Only you can truly answer that, Johnny. But if I had to give a guess… I'd say your masculine energy is probably more dominant.”

“You guess?” Johnny grumbled.

She nodded. “As I said, only you know your own energy. But your behavior, your presentation, everything about you is screaming ‘hyper-masculine.’ That's why I made that assumption.”

Hm… Hyper-masculine. He did like the sound of that! Reluctantly, Johnny puts a smile back on his face and flexes his muscles. “Well… yeah, I am the picture perfect man, after all!” He chuckles. “So that means all those folks callin’ me gay's gonna be real sorry. ‘Cause I'm all man! No fruit in this bowl, fellas!”

Dr. Lane was nearly satisfied with the explanation she had given him, for now—it was clear he still didn't entirely understand, but she also knew that this was a big step for him. There would be plenty more time for him to learn along the way. But what caught her attention then was the use of ‘fruit in the bowl.’ Her smile quickly fades away.

“Excuse me, what was that last part…?” she asked.

Johnny smiles, oblivious to whatever it was that Dr. Lane was trying to get at. “What? No fruit in this bowl, fellas?”

She sighed, pinching at the bridge between her eyes for a moment. “I know what you said, Johnny. I want to know what you mean. What does ‘fruit in the bowl’ have to do with anything?”

At that, his brows scrunch up a little, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable at being put on the spot like this. “I was just makin’ a joke, man. Y’ know, fruit—‘cause guys like that ‘re… fruity!”

Dr. Lane gave him a deadpan glare. It was obvious that she wasn't a fan of his joke. If Johnny was adamant that he was straight (which, for the sake of his emotional well-being, and for the sake of her own position of power over him as a psychologist, she would simply take him at face-value on that), then he needed to realize that his words had meaning. He couldn't just talk about gay people however he pleased, like he was so used to doing.

“So, what I'm hearing is that you calling somebody fruity is your way of calling them gay, is that right?”

Johnny stammered over his words a bit. Finally, he said, “Uh… Well… Yeah!”

With that, Dr. Lane writes something down before looking back up at him. She looks unamused, her expression stone cold.

“Let me get this straight. You use ‘fruity’ as a way to insult gay men. Am I right about that?”

Johnny raises a brow and waves a hand dismissively. “Hey now, insult's a strong word! Look, I– I ain't one o’ those… homophones or nothin’, I just… I was just makin’ a joke, that's all! It was just a stupid, dumb joke, alright?”

Dr. Lane nods, her expression and demeanor unchanging. “You know, it's awfully convenient that when somebody's being called out for being homophobic, they claim it is ‘just a joke.’ As if that changes the fact that it's an offensive statement.”

Johnny facepalms, letting out a disgruntled groan. “See, this is why I don't ever talk ‘bout this stuff—‘cause no matter what I say, it's all gotta be wrong!”

Dr. Lane taps her pencil against her clipboard, clearing her throat. “Or, hear me out now, Johnny—maybe you should think about how the things you say might not be as funny, or harmless, as you want to believe they are. It's called thinking before you speak.”

At that, Johnny pauses for a long moment, them lets out a scoff. “Pffft. Think before I speak—I think before I speak. I think before I speak, like… all the time! Matter o’ fact, that's my favorite hobby, baby. I love thinkin’ before I speak!”

Her expression and demeanor finally softens, if only a little. She looks at Johnny expectantly, raising a brow in a way that makes it obvious she's doubting him. “Is that so? So you believe that you do think before you speak, do you? Then why did you not stop to think about the consequence of your joke from earlier?”

He crosses his arms. “Well… if I stopped to think about EVERY lil’ thing, I'd go bananas, that's why!” Then, he smiles to himself. “Mm... Bananas...”

Dr. Lane sighs, writing something down.

“I am not asking you to consider every single thing before you say it. I am simply saying that it'd help if you thought about the implications of your words sometimes. Do you, or do you not, see how that ‘joke’ was offensive?”

Johnny hangs his head back and groans. “Sure, whatever! No more callin’ people fruits, right? I get it! I get it.”

Dr. Lane nods. “Thank you. That wasn't so hard, was it?”

She jots something down, before looking back at her previous notes.

“Now, you've mentioned that there have been some rumors spreading about you recently. Do you have any idea as to how they started?”

He sinks further in his chair and grunts. “Like I said—buddy kissed me as a joke, n’ then I Frenched a no-binary.”

“Right. So, you were kissed by a friend and a non-binary person. And after those… moments, these rumors began to spread, is that right?”

He sighs. “Somethin’ like that, anyway…”

Dr. Lane taps her pencil thoughtfully. “You mentioned this was a ‘kissing booth’ you set up, correct? Were these kisses purely platonic, then? No romantic or sexual feelings attached at all?”

“Well, I was hopin’ I'd eventually find myself a Valentine, ya know? A date.”

She nods, before looking down at some of her previous notes. “So, the booth was in hopes of drawing in some romantic interests, then?”

“Yeah.”

Dr. Lane taps her pencil again. “Alright. Let's start with this friend of yours who kissed you as a joke, then. Am I right to say this is the first time you've… kissed another man?”

At that, Johnny's instantly flushed. “Uh, no—I mean, YES! I mean, uh, I don't know! I mean—”

“I'm taking your non-answer as a no, then. Correct?” She just called him right out on it, stunning him into silence.

Johnny's face was a bright, cherry red. “Hey, no, i– it doesn't really count. It was New Year's Eve, n’ I was young! The punch made me giddy!”

Dr. Lane's expression doesn't change, but she's listening intently. “Right. So there was alcohol involved, then? What happened during that New Year's Eve party?”

“I… I don't wanna talk about it.”

She notes his reluctance to bring back the memory, but tries to gently encourage him to open up. “Johnny, I understand this may be difficult for you, but I need you to work with me here. How do you expect me to help you if you won't even talk to me?”

He averts his gaze. “Yeah, well, I don't think that means I gotta share every lil’ detail ‘bout my love life here! Some things ‘re just better kept private, ya hear?”

She writes something against the clipboard once more before looking up at him.

“Yes, there are things you can keep private. But in order for me to help you, I need to have the full picture. Not just some of the pieces.” She sighs. “If the kiss is too personal, would you at least be willing to tell me how old you were when it happened?”

Johnny grunts. “I– I dunno, like… eighteen? Nineteen?”

Dr. Lane writes that down. “Okay. So, at eighteen or nineteen years old, you were young and intoxicated during New Year's Eve, and… ended up kissing another man, correct?”

Johnny begins to fidget with his hands. “Y… Yeah.”

She notices the change in demeanor. He was becoming less and less comfortable with this conversation. “Alright. May I ask how did it make you feel to kiss another man?”

He blushes, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. “Well, I don't really remember. I– I was pretty out of it, y’ know?”

“So, you were blacked out. How do you feel about it now, though?”

“Like a friggin’ idiot, that's what…”

Dr. Lane frowns, not understanding exactly why he felt that way. “Why do you feel like an idiot? It was a joke, was it not? Just a meaningless kiss?”

Johnny squirmed in his seat a little. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, it was.” He tugged at the collar of his shirt.

She notes the constant fidgeting. But she decided not to call him out on it, knowing he'd most likely deny it and shut himself off even more.

“So, how did you feel when… your friend kissed you, at the kissing booth?” she asked.

Johnny swallowed hard, his mind racing as he tried to find the words. “I… I– I dunno. It happened so fast, I didn't even get a chance to really think about it—” He sighs. “It felt… weird, I guess. Really weird.”

For a brief moment, an image of Butch's face flashed through his mind, the memory of the kiss still lingering. As much as Johnny tried to push it away, he couldn't deny the fact that the feeling of their lips together had stirred something within him—manifesting in the form of a small pit in his stomach.

“Alright. Now, when you… made out with your nonbinary friend, how did that make you feel?”

His face burned with embarrassment as he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. “Uh, it was… different.” That pit in his stomach grew. Johnny clutched at his stomach.

Just then, Dr. Lane's alarm beeped. She looked at her watch, turning off the alarm. “Well, looks like we only have ten more minutes left. Is there anything else you'd like to share before this session is over—?”

Johnny stood up quickly, trying to keep himself composed. “Yeah. Where's your bathroom?”

Dr. Lane, caught a little off-guard by his impatience to get out of here, stood up as well then, walking over to the door and holding it open for him. She pointed towards the clinic hallway. “Of course. Just take a left and walk straight.”

He nodded weakly and rushed out of the room, heading towards the bathroom. He pushed open the door and stumbled inside, locking it behind him.

For a few moments, he just stood there, leaning against the door and trying to catch his breath, holding a hand firmly over his mouth. His mind was racing, his thoughts spinning in a dizzying whirlwind.

…And then, he couldn't hold it back anymore—he hunched over the toilet and threw up into it.

[thuganomxcs]

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄'𝐒 | @diamndbrn | 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

“I think this was my most fun project yet. close ya’eyes.” alyssa draped a jacket on his shoulders, one that spelled out his name in kanji and a crane on the back. in the pocket of the jacket were ringside tickets to the next wrestling match being held in town. “I know a guy.” she grinned after guiding his hand in the pocket to feel the tickets. “happy valentines’ day, babe. I told ya’that I ain’t forget.” / alyssa! <3

Normally he’d HATE SURPRISES but he’s got trust in his high school sweetheart. So his eyes remained closed and his senses calmed as he waited for this big surprise she was ready to hit him with. First thing he felt was something being draped onto his shoulders, it felt light, soft..a cape maybe? Kimono? However, it didn’t take too long before she ensured he could open his eyes once again. Once opening he spots the fabric and his eyes lit up.

━━   ❝   𝐖𝐇𝐎, 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋!?   ❞  Over the course of two years he’s seen what she could do with a needle and a thread..so to have her actually make something for him..it was BEYOND A PERFECT GIFT. “holy crap.” He removed it from his shoulder to look at it, his name, the crane on the back..haha, it seemed that she is a fan of his tattoo after all. Then he slips his hands through the sleeves, adjusts it and found it to be a comfortable fit. “Fits perfectly too, it’s even got some pocke-”

He pauses his sentence midway after feeling something in the jacket’s pocket. “NO WAY!!!! NO FRIGGIN’ WAY!” Tickets to the cage match that’s premiering later that day..seats like this were nearly impossible to find..especially this late..and not to mention she affords it?? “I’m dating a miracle woman.” Yusuke spoke before he pulls his girlfriend into a warm embrace, and kisses her lips deeply. “Thank you so much babe I love’em..hey wanna come with me??”

[nuka-nasty]

My fav Fallout Fanfic (fixes) Ideas

- "what do you mean your wife had been kidnapped AGAIN!?"

- getting Danse out of his power armour and joining the minutemen post blind betrayal

- Glory as a snarky BAMF friend

- "aNoThEr SeTtlEmEnT nEeDs YoUr HeLp!" Then how about YOU go do it Preston? Theres literally a castle full of minutemen - send them I'm busy doing better shit

- Valentine taking a gen 3 synth body when his old body was damaged too much after a fight went bad.

- sleeping with Valentine in his new body and new desires ;)

- ask WHY the FUCK does the GENERAL of the friggin MINUTEMEN have to go to your shithole settlement tO PLANT YOUR CORN FOR YOU!?

- being gay (not bi)

- being demisexual and admitting to not having loved your spouse (maybe Shaun was even adopted) but finding someone they truly love and want. Being demi myself I dont like the game love confessions being spiced with 'I will always love my wife but you too'.

- sitting Curie down to awkwardly have the sex talk

- love interests who aren't hung up on their exes or former factions without an arc of moving beyond it (AD VICTORIUM my ass)

- Bringing Duncan to live in Sanctuary

- Shaun and Duncan as little mischievous best friends

- HOW the FUCK does a housewife know how to build a a bed and generator out of a teddy bear and like 3 broken light bulbs?

- scolding Father like naughty child

- some brotherhood soldiers joining the minutemen

- telling Gage about being the minutemen General and explaining why he cant let Shank destroy that

- buff strong Hancock who dumped the chems for Sole who gives him purpose and happiness the chems never could

-freeing the slaves in Nuka World without having to kill everyone else in the park

- introducing Danse to the railroad

- LIs open to polygamy or honest about wanting monogamy and not liking to share.

- making Elder Maxson smile and being someone he can finally rely on and who listens without an agenda or expecting something from him.

- Hancock not being 'full ghoul'. He is a ghoul yes but not a 200 year old one, drugs did that not the bombs. Let him have specks of blue in those black eyes, half a nose, maybe some hair.

[silverkittenx9]

Keen On Keane (MY THOUGHTS)

Keen On Keane (Season 5, Episode 1)

Original Airdate: December 6th, 2002 (same day as the premiere of Codename: Kids Next Door)

Written By: Lauren Faust

Personal Rating: 9/10 👍

It's that time of the year again, so I'm going to tackle what is arguably closest to a Valentine's Day special The Powerpuff Girls has. The funny thing is that it didn't even air around Valentine's Day.... it premiered in December 2002 (that's the holiday season). Then again, "Dexter Vs Santa Claus" first aired in April 1998.... and "Halloween With Dead Ghost Coast To Coast" first aired in January 1998, so maybe it's not uncommon 🤷‍♀️

"Keen On Keane" is a nice episode; I really like it 🥰 One of the only other times we see the Professor interact with Ms. Keane is in Daylight Savings, but that unfortunately wasn't the greatest episode 😔 Here, they fall in love with each other after the girls set them up on a blind date..... at a Chuck E Cheese parody restaurant 🤣 They are super attached to each other and won't stop chatting on the phone (they use very cringy nicknames too). The Professor neglects taking care of the girls (although they are already semi-independent to begin with), while Ms. Keane's teaching abilities go down the toilet. They only break up when Ms. Keane reveals she has a pet cat (which The Professor doesn't like, still having PTSD from "Cat Man Do"). The day ends up being saved by the fact Ms. Keane has a cat. No, the girls don't necessarily save the day in this episode.... the cat does.

Anyway, let us do a longer recap, going more in depth.

The episode starts off at Pokey Oaks, where the kids are shown making Valentine's Day cards and crafts to give to their families. The girls ask Ms. Keane if she has someone to go out on a date with, to which she replies "no". Concerned for their teacher, they decide to set up a blind date, pairing their father (The Professor) up with Ms. Keane. Meanwhile, at home, Ms. Keane is busy grading students' homework while curled up next to her pet cat, Valentino..... when suddenly, there is a knock at the door. Wondering who that could be, she opens the door to see a love note accompanied by a single rose. The Professor receives the exact same note, by the way. They are expected to meet somewhere at the finest restaurant in Townsville at the corner of Amore Avenue and Passion Parkway..... which is a friggin' Chuck E Cheese parody restaurant called Pete's A Pizza 🤣 It is already very obvious the girls are the ones who set up the date. Being bombarded with headaches from the loud kids and cheesy music, Ms. Keane and The Professor awkwardly stare at each other for the duration of the date. They notice the girls spying on them in the ball pit and laugh about it, finally coming to the conclusion they were set up on a blind date. Later, While The Professor drops Ms. Keane off at her apartment, the girls sit in the back of the car with disappointed looks on their faces. The Professor tries to cheer them up, saying that if they started dating each other, he wouldn't be able to spend time with them (foreshadowing at its finest). Their relationship would truly begin after he catches Ms. Keane after tripping over a crack in the sidewalk. It becomes obvious they have fallen in love with each other (much to the girls' happiness).

The next morning, Bubbles is excited that the date was successful. She is not only excited that Ms. Keane finally has a boyfriend, but also at the thought she might finally have a mother if they take it further. The first problems arise when they realize there is no breakfast set up for them (and no packed lunchboxes). They end up finding The Professor in the garage, where he is trying to get buff for Ms. Keane. They are sent off to school with a teddy bear and realize they aren't the only ones late; Ms. Keane has stopped by the mall beforehand. She is so preoccupied with cooing over the phone, that she is perfectly happy with letting her students run wild. To be perfectly fair, this is a very accurate scenario of young children (5-6 year olds, to be precise) left without adult supervision. Yes, I'm pretty sure there would be that one kid who'd strip naked 🤣 The girls can't even fight crime either; the hotline is hijacked by the Professor and Ms. Keane calling each other cheesy, lovey-dovey nicknames. We then are treated to a montage of the girls' lives deteriorating as The Professor fails to clean up after himself and prepares terrible food. They aren't even safe at school either; Ms. Keane's teaching abilities dip considerably as she lets her students take control of the classroom. The poor cat doesn't get his food either! And Ms. Bellum leaves her job, possibly getting fed up by the cheesy talking.

Just as things seem grim, while talking about how their lives have deteriorated, Ms. Keane reveals she has a pet cat. The Professor, still having PTSD from "Cat Man Do" doesn't like the fact he'd potentially have to deal with another cat.... and so they ultimately break up. The day is saved thanks to Ms. Keane's cat, Valentino.

And that concludes the episode! It's a wonderful episode; a great start to Season 5. We seriously need more interactions between Ms. Keane and The Professor throughout the show 😔 it's desperately lacking.

Fun fact: this is one of the few post-movie episodes that is directed by Craig McCracken. He would step down after "Power-Noia" to develop Foster's Home For Imaginary Friends. This was also listed as a Season 4 episode for the longest time (despite the fact it's not).

[nalyra-dreaming]

When do you think they will release the new trailer? Wondercon? I can't wait that long!

I know the feeling especially withe press hyping it up so much? 🤪

WonderCon latest.

They released that SDCC trailer to, well, SDCC and that was the one that had me hooked.

According to the feedback they are blowing it out of the friggin‘ water with this one, sooo… (and supposedly there’s a lot more Lestat in it too, so maybe they don’t want to spoil certain things yet?!)

I mean happy anticipation is the best feeling isn’t it?! 😅

(But who knows, maybe AMC feels like giving us a Valentine’s Day gift… but my bet is on WonderCon, for impact.)

[saltpepperbeard]

i DO think ofmd will be renewed but i don't think it's going to be announced like. within the week. very sadly. i mean i hope it does ofc but i think people looking into the new year thing are forgetting it means the Entire new year yknow 😭 of course maybe i am the clown... mostly just thinking this in general bc i don't want to get my hopes up and they get dashed when nothing happens for the next few weeks :( either way. happy new year !!! and fingers crossed

Seeing as I got this ask right before I went to bed last night, anon do you think it means anything that David posted another "feeling good about 2024" type post again??? 🤡🤡🤡

I think the reason a lot of people are so attached to this week is because it would be RIGHT in the same timeframe as the S1 Finale-S2 Renewal Release. I think it was like...69 (nice)-70 days or so? So this week would land us right within that range again.

Not that that necessarily guarantees anything, especially with all the strikes pushing timelines back and what not, but it sURE WOULD BE NICE 🤡.

But yeah. Realistically, part of me feels like we do still have a bit of a wait for that reason? And I'd ideally like to see an announcement within the first quarter of this year, that way it could get filmed and go into post for an earlier 2025 release. LIKE, A MARCH 2025 RELEASE WOULD REALLY BRING THINGS FULL CIRCLE AND MAKE ME EMO LMAO???

Also like, a Valentine's Day (🤡🤡🤡🤡) renewal announcement would be so friggin cute. So who knows!

BUT THEN, there's a part of me that's looking at David's latest post like "...s-slee 🤡? get more sleep 🤡🤡?? as in, a SINGLE more sleep until a renewal announcement 🤡🤡🤡???????"

So it's quite the chaotic mixture over here, anon HSJKDHLS.

But regardless, Happy New Year to you too, and fingers crossed right back! <3

[yuckydraws]

(Hope you're doing good and had a nice Valentine's Day! :D)

Robin stares up at Bear, simply taking it all in. His lovely blue blush, his large eyelight, andher heart flutters. She obviously knows this, but it always surprises her that he's so friggin' cute?!

When he holds out the basket and offers to share, she can't help but suck in a deep breath, face burning even more. There's a huge lopsided smile on her face as she nods lightly.

"S-sure! Thank you," she reaches over and plucks a small piece of chocolate from the basket, popping it in her mouth with a happy hum. One of her hands slowly sneak over to curl her fingers against his, carefully and softly, so he has plenty of room to move away in case he doesn't want to hold hands.

His happy purrs grow adorably louder as you accept and eat some chocolate. He follows suit, though his bites are much bigger.

When you reach for his hand, he pauses mid-bite, eye-light searching your expression while he wills away that flush in his cheekbones.

He doesn’t move away.

In fact. He flips his large hand, so he can interlace his fingers with yours in a proper hold. He keeps his claws carefully away from your skin, and his hold is nothing but gentle.

[merv606]

That Omegaverse where they’re children is SO FRIGGIN PRECIOUS. Would love if you turned it into a full oneshot arghhhhh. Or maybe a cute little mini series. Just thinking of them growing up together is so 🥺🥺🥺 Terry holding Daniel’s schoolbooks for him, then exchanging Valentines, Terry helping Daniel with his homework, Daniel being all cuddly and snuggly with him….Terry being three years older and knowing from the start that Daniel is his, vs. Daniel knowing he loves being with Terry but not fully understanding why until he is older. Terry giving Daniel his first kiss on his 16th birthday, maybe a promise ring at 17, haha. Maybe nothing happens until their wedding night if Puritianverse, or maybe Terry struggles with not getting his hands on Daniel once the boy hits like 16/17 and gets too pretty to be allowed. Terry’s gotta be a gentleman Alpha even though he’s rather not…

Stop giving me ideas 😭

So many ideas and so little time. So many stupid wipes I have to finish.

Terry would 💯 wait - because in their circles, there is a code to adhere to and he would never disrespect Daniel like that (even if he very much wants to).

Besides, Daniel ain’t putting out til a ring is on his finger (even if he very much wants to).

1,000,000% on the promise ring - probably also a necklace with the initials TS

Although everyone - EVERYONE - knows Daniel is off limit - he is the betrothed of Terry Silver.

Which is for the best - besides the fact that Daniel only has eyes for Terry - he is completely oblivious to his effect on other boys especially other alphas.

Seriously, when he first presented as an omega, around his 13th birthday (although there was no doubt the boy would be one) he was so confused as to why Terry was getting into so many fights.

His alpha was so gentle and kind (with him anyway).

Terry thinks about putting off college until Daniel graduates and can join him BUT he also knows as soon as he can he’s going to mate Daniel and that their family will probably happen sooner rather than later.

Daniel wants a large family and to be a young parent - and Terry, well, he wants whatever will make Daniel happy.