#jon can be the tallest

[fullmoons]

OH THANK GOD BOTH FCS FOR CASEY'S SIBLINGS ARE ALL SHORTER THAN HIM !!! A WIN FOR CASEY !!!

[fiendishartist2]

wow tma is my favourite office comedy podcast :)

[nosyrobin]

“The Prince.”

Pair: supersons x Wonderboy!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: the Prince of supers and his so called “servants” hanging out at the mall.

Note| some insecurity and body dysphoria thoughts. the supersons are 15 and reader is transmasc. thanks to @ilovegayanimemen for the idea of transmasc Wonderboy!reader

Jon smiled seeing his two boyfriends, Y/N and Damian. Damian was holding Y/N’s hand, the sassy Amazon male was currently dying inside being in public with his two boys.

“Dames! N/N!” Jon immediately hugged Y/N and Damian who smiled at the golden retriever boy. Jon was the tallest of the three, with Y/N being the second tallest and Damian being the shortest. “Hi Jon.” Y/N kissed Jon’s cheek, and Damian kissed the other side of him. Jon was immediately flustered with a goofy smile. “I’m so happy you guys got to come! I have so many things we can do here, skating, shoppping, eating.”

Jonathan went on a rant as he was in the middle of the Amazon and Wayne. “STOP!” The Amazon male says, startling the two. Damian was on high alert while Jon was confused. “What?! What’s wrong beloved…” he says confused. Y/N turns around with a smirk, “A Photo Booth. Cmon!” The Amazon male runs towards the Photo Booth and got in. Damian dropped his guard, grumbling at the Amazon male. “He needs to stop doing that.” Damian mumbles under his breath.

Jonathan already joined the Amazon male, smiling with excitement as he sat in the lap of Y/N. “Dami! Cmon man!” Y/N yelled out. Damian rolled his eyes enter in the booth. He smiled seeing the two strong boys making faces already before Damian put money in. Four photos were made. One was with Damian in the middle, smirking with crossed arms and the two boys beside him making a heart with their arms. Damian was in the middle of the arm heart. The second was Y/N having Jon and Damian on his biceps, effortlessly holding when there as the Amazon male smirked.

The third one was Jon throwing up a peace sign, smiling widely as Damian and Y/N had glitter sunglasses on their faces. Lastly the fourth one was Y/N was in the middle, Jon and Damian kissed each side of the Amazon’s face. Making Y/N fake a pretend shock face. After the Photo Booth fun, the trio was happy to see the photos came out nice and neat. “I’m getting copies of these. So we three can have our own photos.” Damian suggested which made Y/N and Jon smile. “Sounds like a good plan.” Y/N says smiling. “Yeah!” Jon nodded. It was now time to shop, the boys had moved upstairs of the mall. Teens and adults walked pass the three, shocked mostly at Damian because of his reputation. Soon the three entered the store, Jon eyed a trio shirts that says, “I’m number salty. I’m sugary, and I’m sweet.” Jon grabbed them and looked for his own stuff. Damian smiled at a nice turtle neck that was black. Grabbing it up immediately.

Y/N stared at a shirt he wanted, but he didn’t know how it would look on him. He didn’t know he would like how he would look in it. What if..he didn’t like how he looked. Feeling insecure and anxious, he looked away from the shirt. But sadly his boyfriends noticed, Jon frowned looking at the shirt. “Y/N? Don’t you want that shirt?” Jon asks softly. Y/N awkwardly scratches his neck, “Uhh…I’m not sure if it would look good on me.” Damian narrowed his eyes, eyes still on the Amazon boy. He snatched the shirt, not caring about the price as he did indeed stole his father’s card. “Nonsense. You look handsome in anything. Plus we’ve seen how your eyes basically light up at this.” Jon nodded, arguing with his short boyfriend.

Y/N groans with a flustered look. “Guys, seriously you don’t need—” but it was too late when Damian and Jon cornered the Amazon boy and pushed him into a dressing room. “Though you can come out if you don’t want to love!” Jon says from behind the dressing room door. Y/N chuckled, he then looked at the body length mirror. He took a deep breath in, thoughts were scrambling around. Soon before he knew it, he had finally put on the shirt and it fitted perfectly. He turned around a few time, twisting his body. He felt good! Which made him good.

Mostly cause the shirt didn’t focus on his chest mostly, it made it feel like a breath of new air. So with that he exited the dressing room with a confident smile. Damian was smug, looking at the handsome Amazon in front of him. Jon was clapping proud of his boyfriend, eye lighting up. “I’m getting this shirt.” Y/N says, looking back at a mirror. Jon wrapped his arms around the male, giving a quick peck to Y/N’s cheek. “Please do! It fits you.” Damian nodded, “Take the shirt off and I’ll pay for it beloved.” Y/N nods and changes back to his regular shirt.

Y/N has his hands on his hips, staring at the short boy paying for the shirt. Jon had his stuff already paid for. After Damian handed the Amazon boy his bag, the trio immediately went to go eat. Hearing Jon’s stomach, Damian and Y/N laughed. “Hungry, Kent?” Damian says with a smirk, Y/N had a smug look. “Jeez babe, didn’t know your stomach was an alien.” Jon groaned. “Cmon…let’s go eat, enough of the teasing.” Y/N and Damian chuckled and held the boy’s hand. They walked off.

The three boys were having the time of their lives. Not knowing a certain adult kryptonian is crying with tears at the wholesome moment he heard from far away. “Clark. Why are you crying?” Diana says concerned. Bruce was busy on devices but was listening either way. “Our boys…they’re so precious..”

[toulousewayne]

Trinity Head canon

Clark is the tallest at 6’3, Bruce is not far behind at 6’2 and Diana is 6’1.5.

Clark has a southern drawl. He’s been in the city for years, but sometimes it comes out when he’s angry or certain words will bring it out. Diana and Lois find it adorable.

Speaking of which Bruce has a thick Jersey accent but does have some British vocabulary that he uses like lift or tap instead of elevator or faucet.

Diana can speak the most languages, with Bruce behind her. She secretly taught him many forgotten languages, he enjoyed this time they spent. It was mostly when the first met.

When the two come to the manor they each have a favorite tea that Alfred or really Bruce will make. Clark likes Chamomile tea and Diana likes Oolong. Bruce himself prefers green tea.

The amount of last minute saves Clark and Diana have had to do to get Bruce out of harms way is crazy. They have a tally system that Barbara keeps track of. Clark is ahead by five points.

Bruce has planned out his affairs in case he dies. Again. Damian would go into Clark and Lois’ care he figures Jon would help him a lot during this time. When he was younger if something happened to him or Alfred Dick was also supposed to go to Clark. And had Jason lived during his younger years he was originally going to Clark but he changed it to Diana a few weeks before he passed away.

Diana drops by every Sunday to feed and play with the animals. Damian has grown fond of his aunt Diana’s visits.

Aside from Bruce, Alfred and Barbara Clark is the only other person who knows how feral and intense Dick’s run as Robin was.

Diana is usually the one to lead the league or a mission. Bruce has always felt she was better at leading the charge, though she thinks the opposite and just feels she’s doing what’s needed in the moment.

We have established that Bruce is a terrible cook. Diana is far worse as when she first invited the two over to her apartment she was making a casserole she kept hearing about. Clark had to put out the fire and Bruce payed off the fire marshal. Clark can cook four dishes; Beef stew, a traditional country breakfast, apple pie and Chili. He’s trying to expend his recipes but the other two enjoy the options.

The trio get together twice a month for a night on the town. They’ve only had three successful nights out where they didn’t need to save the city.

Once a year Diana and Clark force Bruce to take a week long vacation. The Batkids watch over Gotham, and Kara watches Metropolis.

They usually go to an island off the coast of Greece that Diana discovered. She has to mother Bruce about sunscreen because he burns like paper.

Clark enjoys surfing and snorkeling. Bruce will broad for the first two days then he’ll loosen up.

Diana and Clark each have a favorite thing about the Batcave. Clark loves the giant penny and Diana is always found staring at the T-Rex.

Speaking of which, Diana is banned from driving the Batmobile nether Bruce or Diana will explain why, but Clark is chuckling about the situation.

Clark had filled in for Bruce five times. Three times as Batman and twice as Bruce Wayne using his voice.

Tim and Damian are the only Robins to work with Clark as Batman and they both enjoyed having rogues confused as to why their usual tricks didn’t affect Batman.

Clark sometimes had doubts about being a beacon of Hope when they first formed the League. It was Batman they gave him a word of advice, though Bruce still denies it till this day.

Diana once caught Bruce with her lasso, she questioned him about why he was so interested in it, he never told her why but she thinks it’s because it’s the only thing that has forced the truth out of him.

Clark can drive a stick shift, Diana can’t parallel park.

Diana is actually a good mechanic, she’s worked on a few of the aircraft at the Watchtower.

Each of the Trinity has a favorite duo to team up with. Clark likes to work with Martian Manhunter and Atom, Diana likes to work with Vixen and Black Canary, and Bruce once again won’t attempt it but he likes to work with Green Lantern (Hal) and the Flash (Barry).

Bruce doesn’t have perfect vision as he leads people to believe. He had glass since he was ten, and has had LASIK three times.

Diana will sometimes braid the Batkids hair. She loves Duke and Tim’s hair the most. She sometimes will scold Dick about his longer hair because she knows he’ll never tend to it properly.

[melancholypolywog]

i know i’m pretty late to the party, but have some tma headcanons (mostly about jon and martin. i may do the other characters soon.)

- Jon is 5’10. He's not short. He’s actually one of the tallest on staff. But he slouches so much he usually ends up being 5’6, 5’5. He can be tall when he wants to, he just has a good half a foot of height that he straight up does not use.

- The man also takes pretty good care of his hygiene and appearance. It's not the same as taking care of himself, of course, not much can make him do that. But he is already so insecure about people thinking he's unfit for the job. Being a bunch of minorities doesn’t help to soothe this instinct, neither does the fact that, in reality, he IS unfit for the job. VERY.

- Martin is the best researcher in the entire institute. He pulls off hiding that he hasn't done anything like this before and ends up being the most reliable and competent assistant in a matter of months. He was led to this type of job because he would always do a bunch of research when lying on applications, in order to get away with it. He really took to researching, and figured a paranormal institute was unserious enough to let him in.

- Jon registered that Martin's initial incompetence was because of being unqualified about 4 and a half minutes after Martin told him. He then re-cataloged every interaction they had had in his mind and came to the conclusion that Martin was a really gifted researcher. He then proceeded to not say anything about it for a whole season before randomly ranting about it to georgie one day, because he couldn't keep in how impressive that was.

[saintbleeding]

[ID: Four digital drawings of Basira, Martin, and Jon from S5 of TMA. Basira is a tall, fat woman with brown skin and curly dark brown hair. Martin is a short, fat white man with greying brown hair, a scraggly beard, and glasses. Jon is tallest and thin with silver, curly hair in a bun, a patchy beard, glasses, and scars across his body. All three are caked in dried blood and miscellaneous grime. In the first drawing, Basira stands with a gun pointed at Martin, with Jon standing nonchalantly behind him with a red glowing halo above him. Basira says “Prove you’re really Martin Blackwood”, Martin asks “How?” and Jon says “You could do a poem. >:3c” In the second, Basira looks on judgmentally as Jon and Martin embrace. Basira says “You done?” with a scribbly aromantic flag below her speech text, and Jon replies “Can we not have a moment?” In the third drawing, the three are walking side by side, Martin and Jon holding hands. Martin says “He needs to do it, and if he doesn’t…”, Basira offers “He gets constipated?” which Jon interrupts “Hardly.” Martin concedes “… actually yeah basically.” In the last, the three of them are seemingly asleep sitting up. Martin has one arm around Jon’s shoulder, his cheek smooshed against the top of Jon’s head. Basira leans against Martin’s other side. Both Martin and Basira look restless. Jon’s eyes are open, bloodshot, and leaking a suspiciously bloody substance as they glow red in the darkness. There is a red glow around all three of them. End ID.]

mlm/wlw hostility my beloved

[magpod-confessions]

I see a LOT of people approaching coasters as just being Of The Vast.

I am autistic, special interest in coasters, so heres my tired ramblings as to my thoughts+ interpretation.

I actually think, beyond the falling aspect, the vast would rather reject rollercoasters. The tallest - being built as I type in Saudi Arabia - still does not breach 1000ft. They are tiny in the grand scheme of things.

So when i consider Rollercoasters and Fears, to me it depends from coaster to coaster.

For example, Alton Towers has height restrictions meaning that they cannot build anything visible above tree height due to the grounds being historical. So they are most definitely not vast. The tallest is 30m from ground level. There you see a wide range of fears represented. Buried with the 2 nemesis attractions, spiral with smiler [even a little bit eye], dark for Oblivion, end/corruption for 13, hunt for rita.

But rollercoasters as a concept & the fear of them seems to come from fear of The End, The Desolation or the web.

The end - self explanatory. People get the idea that theyre not safe. That theyll fall out, or get hit or whatever. Youre more likely to get struck by lightning twice but go off ig.

Desolation - same type of people who would see coasters as part of The End, but this time they looked up "top 10 most dangerous rollercoasters" and realise that a lot of incidents don't end in death, but end in devastating illness. They don't look at actual reports, mind you, they just think it's thrilling to treat irl tragedies like creepypasta.

The Web - the one most closely related to my specific fear of it. The knowledge that, even though you trust the operator, your life is still in their hands. Knowing theres nothing you can possibly do beyond just sitting back and hoping.

Anyway it is 2am nd ive been awake for 18 hours so i am out

-🎢

[Final statement, i think Jon would like starflyers, Martin would like a good B&M invert, Tim would like a coaster with a good gimmick (wing coasters, flying coasters), and I wont pretend to know Sasha well enough to assign her one of these. Id probably guess a Mack extreme spinner. If she ever got to experience one]

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[wild-joker-out-pleasures]

🐺 Joker Out x Game of Thrones: Stark Family 🐺

(Needed to calm down from watching the HOTD season premiere so…have a half-serious post with little explanation provided.)

Nace is Robb Stark

Everyone’s big brother

Honourable and a protector

Sometimes too horny

Kris is Sansa Stark

A slay queen

Proud yet kind

Lesbian

Holds the braincells

Bojan is Arya Stark

Though he be but little, he is fierce

Seen too much shit

Would you trust him to bake you a pie?

Martin is Bran Stark

Tallest when standing up

Knows everyone’s secrets

A king

Jure is Rickon Stark

Chaotic as hell

Can crack anyone’s nuts

Wild child

Jan is Jon Snow

Reserved, something of a lone wolf

Black leather and fur

Gets lost at least once

Guarded but also horny

[perplexedjokist]

it's cold and raining softly in gotham, around nine in the afternoon now - past most children's bedtimes and until a few weeks ago it would've been past jon's too.

being a hero meant having no more bedtime, at first it was great! like a dream come true

until jon realized, it really isn't all it's cut out to be, he gets tired near seven still!

he and robin - who has warmed up to him a bit now are on a rooftop, watching for crime and all. having a school trip to gotham this whole week gives more opportunity to work with robin! but boy is he tired.

"Robin" he whispers "see anything yet?" he gets a shake of the head as a reply.

being a kid hero isn't all it's cut out to be when the only other kid hero your age doesn't really wanna be friends. let alone people back at school, he thinks briefly - at least robin doesn't tease him for his glasses.

it's about forty degrees out he thinks? of course thanks to his kryptonian genes he isn't cold, however...

"aren't you cold?" this time he gets shushed.

he frowns, really wishing he just flew home to play with krypto by now, maybe kon would've bought him a soda and played tag with him on his way home.

as bored children do, he resorts to whining. "I'm tired.. I'm hungry, I'm bored, I'm tired, I want a fish, I miss my dad I -"

"will you be quiet?!" finally! some talking! why is it he has to annoy people so they'll talk to him? people are so complicated. gosh.

"nope." he says with a pout, popping the p sound. and robin frowns at him, he seems to do that a lot.

"aren't you cold?" he tries again, and robin moves from crouching on the ledge to sitting, seeming to have given up in a way. score! progress!

"kind of. if you're so bored you should go home." he sounds really annoyed now, but to be fair robin always kind sounds like that. "I don't wanna do that." robin makes a frustrated noise "you just said you did!??"

again, children are peculiar.

for a while they sit and keep watch, occasionally switching rooftops and stopping by two small convenience stores to get a snack and juice.

the next rooftop they sit on has a surprisingly nice view and is the tallest they've hopped this night.

jon thinks, mainly because robin doesn't like to talk much, jon thinks a lot.

he doesn't think robin dislikes him, just that he doesn't know how to make friends - and that's okay, jon had a hard time making friends before.. maybe he can help.

and if robin doesn't want to that's fine he thinks, he's happy enough to just sit with him, he's keeping someone company after all and that always makes him feel like he's doing some good. some people just want presence and no words, he can do that.

[cowboywritersworld]

365 days to fall in love

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Claudio Castagnoli Masterlist

Characters: Claudio Castagnoli, Reader, Sheamus, Jon Moxley, Darby Allin

Plot: Claudio is the boss of a mafia family with Sheamus and Jon as his right and left hand men. What happens when Reader discovers her big brother owes them way too much money and can't afford to pay them?

AN: This fic, which will get part of a serie, is partly because of @madhatterbri, who has been fueling my insane ideas. ♥

Claudio looks at himself in the mirror, while tying his tie. Together with the jacket, that is the only piece of clothing he is still missing. His tuxedo is totally black, while his button down shirt is of a different color: white. From the corner of his eyes he can see rays of sunshine timidly make their way into his suite. His bed is kissed by them, but it is empty... Far too empty for his likings.

Hir Rolex shows that it is already 8 am and he sighs, knowing that he should hurry up. He rolls his cuffs, walking to the chair, from where he takes the jacket and wears it with a swift movement of his callous hands. As the Swiss born man finally gets out of his suite, he notices Sheamus - his right-hand man - there waiting for him.

"Is the car ready?" Claudio asks as they walk through the corridor and down the stairs.

"Yes and everyone is ready to go." Sheamus follows him and when they get to the car he opens the door for his best friend and boss, sitting down next and buckles himself in.

"The idiot better has the money he owes us." Claudio contemplates. He doesn't really like that family and he feels fooled by the man who owes them money, ever since he has noticed a badass motorcyclein their yard, the last time they visited. "We have already left him some hints, he should know better than let us wait anymore." There is litte to no room at all for him to get away with it. "Me, you and Jon will be at the door, the others will stay behind, in the car, so he doesn't see them." The boss looks out of the window, while Sheamys simply nods at his words.

Y/N is in her room: she just got ready for University, wearing some tight black pants, a long sleeve shirt and a motorcycle jacket, so she is protected in the very rare case she should have an accident. In the two years she has had her driver licence, she never had an accident, but one can never be too sure about that.

She fluffs out her curly long hair, putting her notebook and pencase together in her backpack, where she already has the clothes she will change into at the coffee shop for her shift. She loves her part-time job, even though it has nothing to do with what she is actually learning, but it helps with her student fees, so she is not a burden to her parents.

"Ehy big bro, do you want me to prepare some breakfast for you as well?" She calls out while walking down the stairs.

"Yes please. Some scrambled eggs and bacon, if you have time?" He is not sure when she is set to start, her lessons aren't always at the same time.

"Don't worry, I still have more than one hour, you take your time." She normally likes to wake up early, take a shower, get everything ready for the day and at the same time listen - through her airpods - at the last lesson she had with that day's teachers. She starts cooking the bacon, while cracking the eggs in the heating pan. She hums while she juggles between the pans, almost jumping when the door bell rings. The clock shows 8:15 am, so who could it be that early in the morning? "I'll take it!" She turns the stoves off, making sure that the food doesn't burn, cleans her hands and finally gets the door while drying them. "Uh... How may I help you?" She is confused, those men all in black are huge and she can't recall ever seeing them there.

"Wo ist dein Bruder?" The tallest man asks her. He seems more intimidating as well and she would love to answer, but she really has no idea what he asked her.

"We don' hav' da whole day!" Jon snorts, but Sheamus smacks him on the nape, before Claudio can get nervous.

"Where are your manners, men?" Sheamus sighs and turns to Y/N. "Please excuse them. Someone apparently forgot not everyone in the States knows German." He points at Claudio. "He asked you where your brother - Darby, if I recall correctly - is. Is he - by any chance - still at home?"Even by being a man from the Mafia, Sheamus tries to be polite. She seems already scared enough.

Claudio sighs, nodding at his right-hand man's words. "Yeah, sorry. We are looking for your brother." That girl is beautiful and very cool, he has never seen her before, but Darby and her are so much alike. The boss licks his lips, taking more interest in her with each movement she makes.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know a single word in German." She turns slightly around, exposing her bare neck to them for a brief second, looking around before calling her big brother out loud. "Big bro, someone wants to speak with you."

Y/N is not sure she should let them in, so she just waits there. The more seconds pass, the more she feels like she is naked in front of those three men. Even with being half turned around, she knows the tallest man between them isn't taking his eyes off her body, especially not off her legs kissed by those tight black pants and she doesn't feel at ease. The situation feels even worse for her, when the man rambling about not having the whole day, starts to smoke. It is one of the few things she can't stand: she literally hates it. She coughs when the smoke reaches her nostrils, feeling relieved when Darby finally comes downstairs.

"What do you want?" He asks coldly, taking Y/N by one arm and bringing her behind himself. "Go to your room, I'll handle this." He doesn't want her to get involved in any way, nor for her to hear about their financial problems. He puts himself more between Claudio and her, not liking how he is looking at his sister.

"Oh no, there is no need for your beautiful little sister to go to her room. There are no secrets and she is old enough to know about this meeting, Allin." Claudio's voice is sharp, not letting room for a no.

Y/N looks down at Darby first, then her gaze meets the German man's and she has to take a step back, a bit scared. "I-I think I'll stay here." She claims, stepping back a bit more though.

"Imma go to da car, don' take fuck'n too long." Jon leaves them there, rolling his shoulders and still smoking.

"What are you all doing here?" Darby has to pretend: he knows exactly what they want, but he still doesn't have the money.

Claudio bursts out laughing, taking a step closer to the younger man. "Oh, I am sure you know more than well what we are after." His gaze crosses once again Y/N's, and the girl blushes just at the silent and single staredown.

"Let her go, she doesn't need to know about our problems." Darby squeezes her hand, in a silent affirmation that he is fine and everything will be as well.

"How old are you, Y/N?" Claudio keeps looking at her, not even caring about the small man in front of him. The more he looks at her, the more she seems interesting to him.

"I turned 19 last month, Sir." Chills run down her spine, while she registers his deep voice, now strangely tender, than where he was talking with her brother.

"Don't talk to her!" Just the way he looks at his little sister, is making Darby sick.

"So? She is old enough, no need to keep it a secret anymore." Claudio smirks, raising an eyebrow at him. "Playing the protective brother's role? You are very laughable." He shoves his head, staring back at the girl. "I can decide who to speak with." He adds, hissing.

"I don't have what you are searching for. Neither does my little sister." Darby doesn't care about what may happen to himself, he is more worried about Y/N and her dream to become a doctor. "I'm asking you one more time, man. Let her go, she is learning at the University, she wants to become a doctor. She has lessons to be at." Why should he even expect mercy from men like them?

"Oh, so you are a future doctor? How convenient." Claudio licks his lips once again, laughing at Darby's snort.

"Stop looking at her like that. She will never be yours!" That man is really testing out his patience, but he knows he will be in serious trouble if he dares to hit him. "What kind of future do you think you can give her? She doesn't belong to your world or business." He makes the bold and stupid decision of spitting down at his feet, enraged.

"Trust me when I tell you that she would live a better life with me, rather than staying here with you and your family." His eyes get dark, he can't stand that insult anymore. His hand moves quickly, but it never really reaches Darby's face. The hand around his wrist is tiny in comparison to one of his, but it's still quite strong.

"You...!" Sheamus wants to grab her, but Claudio raises a hand in a silent request to not take action about it.

"Such a strong and fiery little woman you are, Y/N." The Swiss man deep inside is angry, but he is deeply amused by the guts she has.

"My brother may have said wrong things and I apologize for that, but I won't let you hurt him." She doesn't let his wrist go at the moment.

"I like your behaviour, you may be young, but don't let anyone get over you." Claudio wriggles his wrist easily out of her hold. "Fine, you can go. What me and your brother need to talk about takes more time than you actually have."

Y/N takes a deep breath, taking her backpack and the helmet, together with the keys of her blue Yamaha R1. Darby lets her through and, when she goes past the tallest man, she feels one of his hands rub on her right arm. From the corner of her eyes she looks at him, walking to the garage, where her motorcycle is. She brings it out on the street, getting on it, before looking back at the entrance of her house. She can see that they are still there and she can't help but look at Claudio, who has his back turned to her. His broad shoulders and his entire body are interesting for her. She still has no idea about who those men are: she is sure Darby never had friends who speak German, but it doesn't matter. With a sigh she finally drives off, still feeling that brush on her arm.

"Now that your precious little sister is gone..." Claudio looks darkly at Darby. "This is your last notice: you have ten days. If when we come back you still don't have my money, there will be consequences." He grins now. "You sure have a pretty sister." He underline, leaving rhw discussion at that. "Ten more days, Allin. If I was you, I would make sure to get the money." He turns halfway around. "Let's go."

"Fuck you!" Darby screams at the top of his lungs, closing the door hard behind him.

*************

Five days pass by and even if Y/N tries to get answers from her brother, he always dismisses her. That day is a Saturday and she is working full time at the coffee shop, since she has no university and the boss needs her as an extra help. She reaches her boss at the register, still putting on her apron, smiling at her. That old woman has always felt like a second mother to her.

Normally Y/N would get assigned to the private rooms, if anyone asks for one of them, else she normally helps out in the three normal rooms they have. The private ones are fancier and require a level of attention which is higher than in the shared ones.

"So Y/N, right before you came in, three men sat in Lounge 1, so I would say you focus the first hour on them. If they are good and help is needed out here, you can come help out." Lysa adviced her: whenever Y/N is there, she does that, since she is so good at what she does. If she wouldn't have university, Lysa would surely offer her an open-ended work, full time.

"Sure Lysa. I'll get directly to them, so they won't wait anymore. You all know where to find me, if needed." Y/N smiles at her coworkers, walking towards the lounge she has been directed to, getting her palmtop ready to take the order. She freezes at the door, as she hears the men talking between themselves. She can clearly hear that German accent she had heard just five days prior. She hates how it sends chills down her spine, but she brushes it off, getting professional. "Goodmorning gentlemen. I'll be your server for today." Is it a coincidence that they are there?

"Good-" Claudio's words die in his throat as he clearly remembers that voice and that figure. "Will you be serving only us, Y/N?" He needs to speak with her and that opportunity is perfect, rather than having to wait for her to finish her shift.

"I am assigned here, but if my coworkers need me, I'll have to leave you alone and help outside, Sir." She has no idea why he would want to know something like that and it kinda creeps her out.

"Good, because I need to speak with you. It's good that we stopped here to have my daily dose of coffee." He looks at Jon and Sheamus: the first rolls his eyes, the latter chuckles instead.

"He can't live without coffee, don't mind him too much." Sheamus sits comfortable on the couch, smirking at Claudio.

"Stop that, Sheamus." Claudio rolls his eyes as well, glancing back at the girl. "Put in an order for an iced caramel macchiato for me, please." He is strangely tender and gentle this time around.

"Black coffee both for me and Jon here." Sheamus adds, elbowing the other man when he groans.

Y/N nods and sends the order, standing there awkwardly, not knowing what to say. "So..."

"No, let me speak, Y/N." Claudio stops her from speaking any further, still being gentle though. "Come here for a moment, please."

"Sir, I don't think -" She looks around: surely her boss or her coworkers can't see her, but that's not professional.

"I won't hurt you. I know our first meet has not been one of the best, but I promise I don't intend to hurt you in any way." He kist lets his hands rest on his knees, after turning around to face her better.

"I..." Y/N sighs, getting some steps closer to him, stopping not too far away. If he reaches a hand out, he can touch her.

"Good girl." He sits back in his chair, so that she can feel less tense about the whole situation. "I knew you could be a good girl for me." He slowly raises a hand until it reaches some strands of her long hair, snaking through them.

Y/N looks at his hand, following each of his movements, holding her breath until she is sure he won't really touch her so directly. She wasn't prepared to get praised by him. so she isn't sure about what she should say. "I haven't -"

"Sh..." Claudio shushes her, raising his hand until it reaches her lips and he places a finger on it, lightly pressing on it. Her shaky breath seems to be engulfing it and that makes him smirk. That girl really is interesting.

She can feel her heart beat faster, her breath catches up, but she can't bring herself to react, apart from still melting because of the praise. She bites her lower lip, torturing it.

"Very good girl, listening to me." He taps on her lips. "Don't torture this cute lips." He smirks, letting her finally peaceful. "On a more serious note: I wanted to apologize for what you had to see. I apologize that you had to see that part of me." He sighs. "Your big brother owes me a lot of money and I can't wait forever to get it back." Claudio hates to have to tell her that, but he is sure Darby hasn't told her anything, even with the last timeline he has given him.

"Darby what?" She gasps, shocked at those words. "Why..." Her mind races, she doesn't understand why he never told her anything, not even after what happened some days prior. She takes a couple of steps back, almost as if she has burnt herself.

"I am sure he loves you so much he didn't want to drag you into this mess." Claudio lets her take distance, but he is not at fault there.

"How much does he owe you?" She may not have much on the side, because of university fees, but she wants to do something.

"Why do you want to get involved, Y/N?" Claudio is amused once again, but she is different from before.

"They have done so much for me, I owe them so much, so please do tell me. I'll do anything." She rubs a hand on her arm, nervous now.

"I appreciate you wanting to help, but a woman is not in a man's business. Your brothwr knew what he was getting into when he signed a deal with me." The gentle tone is now gone.

"Don't hurt him please!" Tears threaten to roll down her cheeks and she feels like she is about to have a mental break down. "Is... Is there any way for me to help them out?" She needs to go take some fresh air, but she has to work as well.

"There is literally nothing you can give me or that you can do, Miss Y/N. Your brother is a little weasel, he'll go around, tell that I let him go and everyone will think I have become soft." He pinches his nose, now he only wants his coffee, he feels bad enough for her.

"I'm sorry Sir. I'll bring your order quickly."

She is relieved when she hears the bell with which her coworker Jenny is calling her. She lets the three men alone, getting their order from the counter with a smile. She is back into the room not long after, leaving the coffees in front of them without a single word, before getting out another time.

"Jenny, can you please cover me for a moment? My stomach is hurting." She just eeds to go to the bathroom and cry, she can't hide the tears anymore.

"Of course Y/N, just go."

Y/N can tell that Jenny is concerned, worried about her, but she smiles fondly at her, running to the bathroom, where she leans against the door, finally letting the tears stream down her cheeks. She absolutely has to find a way to help her brother out, but she can't think straight at the moment. It takes her a few minutes before she is calm enough to get out there after wiping her cheeks. She assures the boss that she can go on working, now feeling better, before Jenny gets back to her.

"They are waiting for you. I tried to help them out, but they were very adamant on having you there, Y/N." She smirks at her. "You never told me you have such handsome friends."

"Thanks for covering. I'll get back to them." You blush at her smirk, even though they are not her friends, they are indeed handsome. "Because they are not my friends." Y/N leaves her there, going back to the lounge. "I'm sorry, here I am." She smiles as much as she can, but her eyes decieves her.

"May I get another iced caramel macchiato, please?" Claudio looks up at her, feeling bad at seeing her red eyes. "You have been crying." He finally states, confusing her.

"Sure, Sir. Anything else for you as w-?" Why would he even care about that? "Something got in my eyes, Sir." When Sheamus and Jon both shake their heads, she sends the new order.

"Here, take this." He hands her his business card. "We'll be back in five day, but if you want, you can call me before and we can come to some sort of agreements."

Y/N takes the card cautiously, turning it around in her hands for some moments. "What kind of agreements? I want to know the options beforehand." But should she really do something like that?

"You come stay with us for a whole year. I'll take care of you, of course. If by the end of that period you fall in love with me, your family's debt will be extinguished and you'll stay with me, If it doesn't happen, at the end of the year you are free to go back to your family and the debt will be extinguished as well." Claudio doesn't think too much about it, he is sure of himself. "You can add stipulations, of course."

"Da f'ck? Are ya outt' yar mind, Claudio?" Jon rolls his eyes, quite shocked at those words.

"Let's pretend I'm okay with this stipulation..." Y/N starts to say, getting Claudio's complete attention. "I still want to be able to go to university. To become a doctor has always been my dream and I've sacrificed so much for it. Plus, from time to time, I still want to work at this coffee shop, exactly like nothing happened." She waits eagerly for his answer, really hoping he would be okay with that.

"Fine, that's a possible deal. Think about this and let me know. If I don't hear from you, we'll surely see each other when the time is over."

Claudio stands up, leaves her 50 dollars, letting her know she can keep the change, before walking out with Sheamus and Jon. She just nods, taking the cash, changing it at the register. For the reminder of the time, she works flawlessly.

*********

Four days after, Y/N is laying down on her bed, turning the business card in her hands with a heavy sigh. She knows very well that her brother hasn't gathered enough money,m even without knowing exactly how much he owes that man. The house is silent: her parents are at work and Darby is... Somewhere. She has woken up completely alone, so she has no idea where he has gone. Reaching out to her phone which is on the nightstand, she unlocks it, typing the number written on that damn card.

"Claudio Castagnoli speaking." His voice is calm as he answers at the third ring.

"It's Y/N." She tells him, his voice once again sending chills down her spine.

"I was thinking you would never call me. You are amusing me each day that passes." Claudio grins: he knows what that call is about. "What do I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"Let's do it. 365 days. If I fall in love I'll stay with you, if not I can come back here when it is over." She states quickly, before she can change idea. "With my stipulations too." She finally adds.

"You made the right decision, Y/N. Pack your things, I0m picking you up in 30 minutes." He stands up to get ready.

"My motorbike as well, of course." She says firmly.

"We'll get that taken care of as well."

When he gets there, he lets her know with a message, helping her to load the suitcases in the limo. She looks back at her house, sighing sadly. She is doing that for her family, but she'll still miss them dearly. It is hard to go without saying goodbye, but if she stays, it'll be even harder to go.

[dethkomic]

On Army of the Doomstar Day - And Remembering Jon Schnepp

Hey Goofballs. I didn't really have anything like this planned until the moment hit me, spontaneously. Today's a very special day, as Dethklok the live band gears up to go on tour, we've been blessed with not only a new Dethalbum, but a conclusion to the whole series. This being a momentous finale, over a decade in the making, I again wanted to take a minute to remember someone, just as I did last year..

Jon Schnepp was a guy you could pick out, even if it weren't for the fact that he was usually the tallest dude in any given crowd. He loved comics, music, good vegetarian food that didn't suck, and loved meeting his sweaty nerd fans. As a comic book artist myself, I had the rare privilege of meeting Jon on several occasions through the years at various comic conventions. We also kept in touch on social media, leaving likes and words of praise on each other's projects. Genuine to a fault, Jon was always the biggest fan of anything his friends were doing. He had impeccable comedic timing too. I'll never forget the message he sent me on Facebook when friends and I attended the first ever 70,000 Tons of Metal Cruise:

"I want to go... :("

For as big a Metalocalypse fan as I've been through the years, Jon absolutely eclipsed me in all ways. He loved the show, loved talking about the show, loved discussing production and animation and the characters, whose likenesses he himself designed. One of my prized possessions is a comic book Jon signed and drew a Murderface on the inside frontispiece of. We all agreed that triangle-hair was the pinnacle of good character art.

When he died in 2018, I remember he was either going to be at, or had recently attended a convention in my former hometown of Columbus, Ohio. I remember letting him know I wasn't going to be able to make it, but promising to catch him on the next one. I never got the chance.

Jon Schnepp left behind a hole in the cartoon and comic industry that has yet to be filled to this day. But he also leaves a hell of a legacy. I've been in comics since the early 2000's and one thing I can guarantee you readers is that the rarest thing in the entertainment industry is this: Getting the ability to see a story through to its conclusion.

As artists, it's a sad fact that we don't always get to see what we create come full-circle. We're extra-super lucky still, to have that circle continue on after we're gone. Regardless of what you believe, I bet it would do Jon proud to know his work lives on, today. I bet he'd love the movie and it's wild animation and incredible art and music and story. I bet he'd be happy to have that closure. I know he'd love hearing how much we all enjoyed it, knowing the wild ride we all took to get here.

Jon, we miss you, man. Brendon, Tommy, writers, artists, animators, and any and all sweaty nerds reading this -- you did it. We the fans love you and we'll see you on the road. Hold your heads high. You carried the torch across that finish line.

We'll take it from here.

[pin-crusher2000]

Earth-66 Origins: Jon Kent

On June 20th 2009, a little baby boy with violet eyes & black hair was born to reporters: Clark Kent & Lois Lane. Clark however was special: he was the number one hero Superman. When Jon grew, he was oblivious about his father being a superhero & himself being half alien, until one day after school around the age of 7/8.

It was Friday, the last day of school for the week & little Johnny & some of his friends (Kathy Braden being one of them) decided to go to the nearby park to hang before it got dark.

When they got there, they saw the biggest bully from their school (plus some goons of the bully) Melvin Masters (yes that Melvin from the super sons movie, however my design of the character is fat with a younger voice & baby face to fit the character better XD) picking on some kids younger & weaker than him, (strongest & tallest kid in the third grade; 5’6/7, tough as a fifth grader…..so far, wink wink)

Jon decided to confront him, telling him to pick on somebody his own size, (Jon definitely said “there’s no one your size, due to his mom sass XD) due to strength & size difference, Melvin & his gang of bullies decided to beat up Jon, giving him a bloody nose, bruised face, a wedgie, and a hit to the crotch. (Jon did get some licks in but not enough, he has the strength of a small 7/8 year old)

One of the bullies sat on top of Jon pinning him to the ground, & Melvin decided to do one of the worst things a bully can do: Fart in his face. Melvin squatted down over Jon & rip a big nasty one right in front of his face. (Made one of the bully’s gagged) the gang of bullies laughed & ran away with Melvin saying: “smell you later fart face!” & quickly left the park.

Kathy helped Jon up & asked: “are you ok?” Jon sniffled & told her: “I-i’m alright, just just….leave me alone!” Jon took off running back to his home with tears running down his face.

Jon went into the backyard when he got back home, it was almost dark, the sun was setting, crying his eyes out. A high pitched cry was heard, out in the open sky: a hawk was flying overhead, Jon looked up to look at it. Jon was deeply afraid of hawks, with their sharp talons & mean looking faces. With fear, sadness, & anger (from getting his butt kicked by bullies; not able to defend others) Jon’s eyes turn red & shot out two red beams of heat, killing the hawk.

Jon gasps & ran into the nearby barn & hide himself. Still crying, he thought himself a monster, until a deep voice spoke out. “Jon, you up there kiddo, are you ok?” It was his dad, Clark Kent. Jon spoke, with a tremble in his voice: “n-no dad! Somethings wrong with me! I-I-I think I’m a freak! S-stay away from me, dad!” Clark chuckled “Jon, you’re not a freak, you are different, come on down so I can explain something to you.” (On the way home from superhero work, Clark saw the two beams of fire & used his vision powers to see it was Jon) Jon was puzzled. “H-how are you gonna explain, dad, I-I’m a human, not a-“ before he can finish his sentence, Clark appears wearing his Superman suit while wearing his glasses. Jon eyes went from a confused & frightful look to a surprise look.

Jon was no ordinary human: he is a half-human, and before Jon knew it: He Was SUPERBOY: Son Of Superman.

The end :)

Notes:

1: Jon actually unlocked his powers between the ages of 3-5, it was superhearing. Clark & Lois thought he had autism & gave him noise canceling headphones to help cope with loud noises. He develops the more lethal powers like heat vision, between 7/8-10.

2: When Kon & Chris heard he got beat up by bullies, Jon & his brothers decided to go get Justice for their sweet baby brother.

They disguised themselves:

Jon: a red shirt, jeans, & boots, a cowboy hat, sunglasses & and red bandana. (Acts like a preoutfit)

Chris: a blue shirt, jeans, & boots, a Batman plastic cowl, & a blue bandanna to cover his mouth.

Kon: has a skull bandana, sunglasses, & a sideways black hat, plus jeans & boots.

They found the bully & delivered some sweet justice:

Kon & Chris threw him back & forth to each other like passing a hot potato in the air, Chris lifted him up with his shadow powers & Kon & Jon tickled his bare feet, & Jon got the best justice of all: farting in his face.

3: the only canon story that’s part of Earth-66 was the Manchester Black story arc, the only difference is that it’s only him & Kathy’s grandfather Cobb as the “villains.” The superfamily stopped black the same way, but knocked him out instead of his mind going into a cow. (Kathy also kicked Black in the crotch from behind after hurting her grandpa; he lived in my universe)

oh, supersons are also canon; just the meeting & kid amazo arcs. Jon & Damian met the same way in the animated movie, just the ages were smaller, 7/8 & 10/11. (With Damian being less arrogant)

4: here’s Jon’s outfits:

Pre outfit: Same as mention above.

First outfit: pretty much his dad’s outfit with a red trunks but with red gloves & red/blue domino mask with white lenses. (8-12)

Second outfit: his “older” outfit but with cowboy accessories on top plus blue domino mask. (Cowboy hat, blue bandana, blue jacket) (got this on his 13th birthday; 13-present)

Have any questions, comments, or concerns? Let me know! Criticisms is ok ;)





[bluesfreakingart]

Same anon as the height question, just…

How on earth is Jervis the tallest????

I do love it though. Just expected it to be Jon.

I mostly went off vibes and also the fact of how he's positioned near bruce specifically most the time! though I know BTAS and show appearance can change obviously!

also maybe just a little bit of the fact of when I look at Jon I don't really see him as the type to be super tall. at least, in my eyes! Obviously I don't see him as short king but I do see him just...average! rly. even if my brain sometimes don't compute/fucks up with it.

[loadsofcats]

I have two (2) very controversial opininios for some podcasts I listen to:

TMA - Jon is tall. Tall and spidery. You can pry that from my cold dead hands. Not to say Martin isn’t tall, it’s just that Jon is taller.

TPP - Vespa is tall too. Buddy, Vespa and Jet are all very tall and Peter has the worst time with it so he constantly wears platforms because he’s used to (and likes at that) being the tallest. Juno is smol, Rita is still a couple of inches shorter.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

promptttt idea for you: soo it can be like lee for all 3 of the guys but would prefer mainly lee!tom and ler!tobey and ler!Andrew. basically where they are trying to film the scene from nwh after the fight and the 3 of them are just hugging but they can't get the shot right because each time someone is laughing because the other two is tickling them..

Until We Get It Right

Summary: See prompt above :)

(Anon, I loved this idea! ❤️ Never thought about how perfect that ending scene is for adding in surprise tickles 😁 This was fun to get to right and I hope you enjoy :) ❤️)

"I love you guys."

Tom raced into the two sets of open arms. He lost count how many times they had refilmed this same scene. Most of it was the desire of the director to get the scene to look just right.

However, there was another reason they kept having to retape it. It came when this hug lasted two seconds before a singular finger wiggled into Tom's armpit.

The young actor squealed and instantly curled. "Drehew!"

"Cut!"

The tallest of the trio pouted. "Why do you always assume it's me!"

Tom twisted to try to get out of the hug. "Ihi knohow it's yohou!"

"Well you're right." The offending finger finally moved. "But it's rude to assume!"

Tom playfully punched his arm. "Buhut yohou made me slihip out of characteher again!"

"Not my fault you're too sensitive to hug mate." Andrew shoved him back. "Plus, you kept making me screw up the other day on that scaffolding scene."

"Shut uhup!"

Tobey chuckled as he pinched his younger costar's side. "Can't blame him for a bit of revenge."

"Ack!" Tom jumped. "Tobes!"

"Alright everyone!" Jon Watts called out. "Let's take it from the top!"

Tom broke away from the hug with one last shove to Andrew. "Don't make me mess up this time."

"Don't be so blimey sensitive," the older costar shot back.

The youngest stuck out his tongue before hurrying back into position. Once the three actors were in their places, the scene started over again.

Both of the older Peter actors opened their arms and Tom once again stepped in to the hug. This time the hug lasted three seconds before a finger wiggled against Tom's side. The youngest actor muffled a squeak but tried to stay quiet. However, the incessant finger wriggled it's way under his lower rib.

Tom squealed and grabbed the offending hand.

"Cut!"

The youngest punched Andrew's shoulder. "Drew!"

"It wasn't me!"

Tobey let out a chuckle as the same hand slipped back to squeeze Tom's side.

"Eek! Tohobes!"

"Drew's rihight." Tobey poked his side. "Yohou're suhupeher sehensitive."

Tom curled closer to Andrew. "Noho!"

"Alright you three."

The three turned to the Jon.

"We've been at this for a while. Let's try this one more time then we'll take a break."

"Ugh, fine." Tom slipped out of the hug. "I need aha breheak from you two ahanywahay."

Andrew purposefully widened his eyes. "What did we do?"

"Prat," the youngest shot back before sticking his tongue out at the other two.

"Drama Queen."

Tom turned to get into position. And missed the smirks on the other two's faces.

"Think we should let him get away with that Drew?"

"You know what Tobes, I don't think we should."

"Alright. And, action."

Once again, the three went through the same scene. However, as soon as Tom stepped into the open arms, he could sense something was different. This time, the hug was firmer but not in a good way.

"You know what I think you need." Tobey's hand came to rest on his side.

Tom tried to ignore it and follow along with ab lib. "What?"

"A smile."

The youngest's eyes widened. That tone meant trouble.

Tom pulled himself out of the hug and took a step back as the other two approached. It was scary accurate the way those two dropped into "older brother" mode. After one movie, he now knew how Paddy felt.

And he made it promptly two steps before he was wrapped in a hug from behind. "Wait! What ahare yohou dohoing?"

"Having a little fun," Andrew replied as he pulled Tom's squirming form closer to him.

Tobey appeared and helped pin Tom too.

The youngest of the trio picked up his squirming. "Noho! I knohow exhactlyhy what yohoure doiIING! NAAHA!"

Both Tobey and Andrew dug into Tom's sides and ribs.

The younger actor bent in half as a way to try to get away from the tickling fingers. "AH! NAHA YOHOU JERKS!"

Due to two sets of hands attacking his torso, Tom couldn't tell who was moving where when a hand wiggled into his armpit.

The youngest actor curled himself into a ball by pulling his knees to his chest. "NAAEEEH!"

However, he could feel the grip around him loosening from his squirming. One good twist and he managed to tumble free and on to the ground. Yet before he could get away, both Andrew and Tobey were on either side of him.

The youngest actor pulled his knees to his chest as he pushed at his their hands. "No! Knock ihit ohoff!"

Suddenly, Andrew jumped on top of him. "Dog pile!"

A moment later, Tobey joined him.

Tom flopped and caught his breath. "You twoho ahare horriblehel!"

A hand ruffled the youngest's hair. "Love you too."

Meanwhile, a face finger poked his neck. "A lot."

"Eek!" Tom pushed on the hands. "Noho!"

"And cut!"

The youngest started.

"Alright." Jon shuffled some papers. "Let's take five and then move on to the next scene."

While Tom couldn't see his face from where he was, he could definitely tell that Jon was grinning. A blush spread across his cheeks. "You betteher nohot put that ihin thehe blimey movie!"

Tobey turned to the director. "You gotta put that in!"

Andrew perked up. "Please?"

"No!"

The director shrugged. "Eh, we'll see."

The older two shared a high five.

Tom whacked them both. "Shut uhup!"

"We're just picking on you Tom," Tobey soothed and moved off.

Andrew followed suit adding in a shoulder clap. "Wouldn't know we cared otherwise."

The youngest pouted. "Can't you pihick ahanother method than ticklihing?"

Andrew shrugged. "Eh, well see."

Tom immediately tackled Andrew on to his back before digging into his ribs. "See how you like ihit!"

And with that, another tickle fights broke out among the three.

[priwenshallprevail]

MEMORIES OF MY CHILDHOOD EDITION !! repost. don't reblog. bold what applies. italicize what sometimes applies.

Geσʄʄɾeʯ Aσɗɧɑ́ɳ McCʋllʋɱ

scraped knees · silent tears in a locked room · slamming doors · pervasive loneliness  · a dog barking · rain on a metal roof · flinching at movement · the creak of an old house · forced laughter · wandering in the dark woods · wondering how you made it through · sudden loss · trying to make sense of the noise · hiding what you love to protect it · trying to explain but your words falter · invaded privacy · confusion at the pain · running barefoot in the grass · wondering what you did wrong and coming up with nothing · realizing you aren’t a priority · grass stains on white clothing · trying to earn love you will never have · being threatened over the smallest mistake · secrets you are warned not to share · the feeling of never being good enough · the hope things might someday get better · grief that aches in your bones · childish dares and pranks · the sense that your body isn’t yours · shame and guilt that aren’t yours to carry · sledding down a frozen hill · absentmindedly following snakes through the grass · punching a tree until your knuckles bleed · tears over every dead creature you find · searching out small places you can hide… just in case · climbing the tallest tree so they can’t touch you · the feeling of something tainted under your skin · a curious child told to stop asking · floral dresses · body tensing at approaching footsteps �� anger with nowhere to go · brief escapes from the chaos · the purr of a contented cat · taking the blame to keep the peace · being told you’re too sensitive · the creaking springs of a trampoline on a sunny day

--- a lot of childhood trauma here. Some good memories scattered within. But a lot of that is trauma. x.x;

Tagged by : @anedendarkly

Tagging : @undeadunalive , @luposcainus , @exiled-knight , @thejadedking , @pushspacetocontinue -- anyone else who wishes to give it a whirl. [ By the way, Jon mun. I tagged two of your boys, in case one character already had done it. Up to you if you want to double take it if neither have been tagged already. ;) Gotta gather that intel, after all. ]