#switch!brandon

[trashyswitch]

Wiggle Worm Brandon

Brandon and Cameron finish up filming for the youtube video "Things AMAZON Made Me Buy! (500lbs of LUBE!)". But when Brandon gets really playful...Cameron makes sure to turn Brandon into the ultimate form of himself: Wiggle Worm Brandon.

This fanfic goes out to the guys themselves: Brandon Farris and Cameron Domasky. If I can recall from your 'Things FIVERR Made Me Buy!' video...you were looking for more fanfics about you two. So I personally decided to give you a fanfic myself for the low, low price of COMPLETELY FREE! So, gentlemen...I hope you enjoy.

And for everyone else, check out @imbrandonfarris and @Cameron Domasky on Youtube if you want. Highly recommend!

Cameron was splitting up the Ransom™ magnets and putting one of them onto his magnet bracelet, while Brandon was trying to get the plastic wrap off his deck of Ransom™ cards. “And then…I have to pick you a ransom card, you pick me one, we have to wear it.” 

“Okay.” Cameron replied, picking up the second deck of Ransom™ cards and trying to get the wrapping off. 

Brandon looked at the camera. “You can buy this on Amazon.” He mentioned. 

“This is not for the video, but-” Cameron showed Brandon the bottom card on his Ransom™ deck. 

Brandon let out a breathless laugh, showing Cameron his approval. This made Cameron’s laughter increase in pride. No one really knew, but hearing Brandon laugh always warmed his heart. If he made Brandon laugh, then all was right in his world. Being able to make videos with him was already amazing. But seeing Brandon’s most genuine reactions during their sessions always made his day.

Bits of their back-and-forth conversation slightly hinted at what the card said…but as far as the audience was concerned, that card was a secret between the two of them. 

Cameron had managed to get some of the plastic off, while Brandon reached out in front of him for the box cutter. When he brought his hand back in frame, Brandon visibly shivered. “You cold?” Brandon asked Cam. 

Cam looked over at Brandon. “No, I’m good. Why?” He asked. 

Brandon hummed awkwardly. “No reason.” He said, before attempting to work the box cutter. 

“I turned the air conditioning on.” Cam mentioned, still working at the stupid plastic wrap. 

Brandon watched as the box cutter dropped out of his hand due to his hands still being covered in lube. “Yeah…” He muttered timidly, picking up the knife again. 

Cameron laughed at Brandon’s hesitant ‘Yeah’. “That…pacemaker is popping out at you right now.” He said, following up with an inside joke the two of them had on this video. 

“Pacemaker’s looking a little small…” Brandon joked in reply, making Cameron wheeze and laugh, before coughing. 

“What’d you pick?” Cameron asked. 

Brandon lifted his hand up, and looked at the card and magnet. He twisted his hand so the camera could see the card better. “What’s your biggest regret?” He said. 

Cameron looked at Brandon. “What’s your biggest regret?” Cameron repeated, so it sounded more like HE was asking Brandon instead of the card. 

“This.” Brandon jumped out of his pink office chair, and dove right for the barrel of lube. 

It took a second for Cameron to process what Brandon was doing…and by the time he figured it out, Brandon’s face and shoulders were already deep into the lube. “No-” Cameron reached out and got out of his own chair before attempting to grab at anything on Brandon to get him out. “No- Brandon, no-!” He yelled, When his upper legs weren’t grabbable, Cameron reached higher and gripped Brandon’s middle-to-upper ribs. “No, no!” He reacted, pulling Brandon up. 

“aaAAH!” Brandon screamed naturally high-pitched, jumping up in surprise before landing awkwardly on his feet. Brandon gasped for air when he was out of the liquid, before spitting and coughing to get the dripping lube out of his mouth. 

“God, dude!” Brandon reacted, worried for his friend. 

“What?” Brandon asked, acting as if he hadn’t just shoved his upper body straight into 55 pounds of lube. 

Cameron grabbed a towel and tried to clean off Brandon’s face a bit. Brandon blew into the towel with his lips in the hope to get the lube off his mustache and lips. Though Cameron should’ve been used to Brandon’s crazy endeavors by now, he wasn’t…not even in the slightest. One of these days, Brandon was going to severely hurt himself. And everyday that Brandon tests his limits, Cameron grows more worried. And Cameron is determined to make sure he’s there when it happens. 

Cameron hoped and prayed that Brandon had a limit to his behavior. Surely the man has a line he knows not to cross. He’s a father, for god’s sake! Whatever that line is…apparently jumping into a vat of lube is not on the other side of that line. 

“God dude…” Cameron said, slightly calming down as he placed the soiled towel onto Brandon’s shoulders. 

“Yeah?” Brandon asked, his eyes still squeezed shut. 

“You could’ve died!” Cameron told him. 

Brandon and Cameron moved to the chairs. “What does yours say?” Brandon asked, his upper body glistening brightly due to the lube. 

Cameron tittered as he sat himself into the chair and looked at his own Ransom™ card in the magnet on his wrist. He scooted his chair closer, took one look at the card, and looked at Brandon with a smile. “Where do babies come from, which we also just answered.” Cameron replied. 

Brandon pointed to the tub of lube behind him. Seeing this, Cameron tittered again. “The lube bowl.” 

“The lube bucket.” Brandon said next. 

Brandon looked to his right, and spat out yet more lube. Seeing this naturally made Cameron look away and yell in disgust…only to burst out into a mix of laughter and coughing. While Cameron is busy coughing up a lung, Brandon has gotten up out of his chair and walked himself behind Cameron. 

There, Brandon casually remarked “It-It tastes so sweet.” 

“So sweet, so slick.” Cameron replied in moderate disgust. 

[Fast forward 24:07 minutes]

“That’s probably the worst video I’ve done in a long time.” Brandon mentioned as he pulled the American mullet hat. 

“That-Yeah. Like, I would rather do a spicy video than be covered in lube.” Cameron admitted. 

Brandon walked up to the camera and turned it off. “And cut.” He said before closing the camera lens cover. “There. Another video done.” Brandon said.

Cameron moved his hands through his lubey hair. “Do you need to shower?” Cameron asked. 

Brandon shrugged. “Not right away.” He replied. “I might jump in a couple more times first.” He admitted with a chuckle. 

“Brandon…” Cameron said in a disappointed Dad voice. He gave their off-camera helper the side-eye, before looking at Brandon again. “Am I gonna need to pull you out again?” Cameron asked. 

Brandon looked at the tub…looked at Cameron, then looked back at the tub. He looked over at Cameron once again, and shrugged his shoulders at him. “Maybe?” He said. 

“Brandon!” Cameron yelled. “I’ll have you know, that the lube makes it really hard to lift you out of there.” He told his friend. 

Brandon laughed. “Actually, when you lifted me out the second time, you grabbed me so hard…” Brandon admitted. 

“Well, yeah! You were slippery!” Cameron argued. 

Brandon laughed. “I know.” He walked up. “When you lifted me, it felt like-” Brandon walked up behind him, and tried to wrap his hands around his upper ribs. 

“What are-WaiTDON’T-” Cameron turned himself around and tensed up with a cackle. 

Brandon leaned back with laughter of his own, still holding his lower arms out. “I’m trying to-” 

“WELL DOHON’T!” Cameron shouted amidst his laughter. 

Brandon threw his head back as he let out another fit of laughter. “Ihihi’m trying to show you how you grabbed me!” Brandon tried to explain. 

“YOU DON’T NEED TO SHOW ME!” Cameron argued. 

“Why? You ticklish or something?” Brandon asked, slightly wiggling his fingers in a playful manner as he walked closer to him. 

“I- YOU KNOW THIS!” Cameron argued. 

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.” Brandon said in the most obvious lying voice, before losing his composure and laughing.  

“Take another step, and I will destroy you.” Cam warned. 

Brandon paused for a moment, and just stared at Cameron. His hands were down by his sides. 

“Brandon…” Cameron warned. 

He continued staring at him as he veeeery slowly lifted his hands up. 

“...Brandon…” Cam warned again, a slight smile filling his lips. 

But Brandon’s slow teasing only continued. Cameron could easily tell Brandon was planning something evil…and like usual, his protests weren’t stopping him in the slightest. He could feel his nervous smile filling his lips even more as he watched his best friend like a hawk. He was going to do something…he could feel it in the spot just above his ‘pacemaker’. 

But his giddy fear had escalated dramatically the moment Brandon’s fingers had started wiggling once again. And the moment Brandon’s lips twitched into an evil smirk, Cam rapidly stood up out of his seat. “BRANDON-” 

In 2 seconds flat, Brandon had sprinted to Cameron and tackled him into the carpet. An outsider would think this was impossible given the size difference between the men. But Cameron has always learned to never underestimate Brandon’s strength. 

Landing on Cam’s upper torso, Brandon skittered and danced his fingers on his upper ribs. 

“BAHA! WAHAITNO! BRANDON-” Cam quickly curled towards his left side, letting out a high-pitched “EEEK!”. 

Brandon had shoved his hand into his left side, and scribbled his nimble fingers deep into his side. “How ticklish are you here?” Brandon asked way too casually. 

“BAHAHAHA- HAHAHA! STOHOHOP!” Cameron yelled, kicking his feet a little bit. 

Brandon chuckled. “I don’t wanna yet. This is fun!” Brandon admitted.

“GAHAHAHAHAA! YOUR HANDS ARE COHOHOLD!” Cameron cried out. 

Brandon was taken aback by this. “Are they really?” he asked before placing his fingers on his own forehead. “Okay, I feel it. You’re right.” 

This seconds-long moment allowed Cam to take control of his arms again. Desperate to not let this opportunity go to waste, Cam reached up and went straight for his friend’s armpits. 

“Cam-NOdon’tyoudare-” Only a few touches was enough for Brandon to wheeze and go limp. This made his body collapse straight onto Cam’s body. 

“OOF!” Cameron yelped, before laughing. “Gohohod!” 

“Yohou okay?” Brandon asked before poking his ribs. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He asked next with a giggle. 

Cam grunted and yelped as he brought Brandon’s body over to his right side. “Yohohou staharted this! Ihi’m just finihihishing ihihit!” Cameron told him in between his own laughter as he tickled his armpits. 

Brandon threw his head back and bursted out laughing. “GAHAhaha! HAHAhahaha! HahahAHAHA!” He weakly pulled his knees up to his chest. “HAHaha- Yohohou suhuck!” Brandon yelled, trying (and failing) to cover up his armpits. 

“I suck?!” Cameron protested in shock. “Again, you started this! We don’t need video proof to prove that you started this.” Cameron told him. 

Brandon attempted to reach his hands up into his armpits to stop Cam. “Pleheasedon’t- aAAHAHAHAHA!” Brandon shrieked almost completely out of nowhere. 

Cam laughed at his friend as he took advantage of the opening by digging his fingers further into Brandon’s underarms. “Did you really think moving my fingers would help?!” He asked. surprised by the guy’s lack of logic. 

“SHUT UP!” Brandon shouted back at him amidst his laughter. “CAM- NAHAHAHAHA! P-PLEASE!” Brandon yelled. 

Cameron could feel his grip on Brandon slipping slightly. Brandon had always been a crazy wiggler when being tickled…Especially regarding his arms. Cameron could recall Brandon throwing his bony elbow back, and elbowing him in the chest once.

…So I guess you can say that Cameron knew his quirks off by heart. 

But jokes aside, Cameron needed to do something about Brandon’s wiggles. “Okay, hold on.” Cam said as he took a moment to adjust his arms a bit. 

Brandon used his unbelievable flexibility to his advantage. The little bugger reached his arms back and squeezed his friend’s sides. 

“aAH-” Cam paused for a moment. The audacity of this man…

But he quickly turned the tables and pulled Brandon into his arms. “Nope, not anymore.” 

“AAHWAITNO!” Brandon shouted back, suddenly regretting his life choices. 

Cam’s preferred way of handling a thrashing Brandon, was to hug his entire upper body from behind in a frontward X motion. This would effectively immobilize Brandon’s spazzy arms. Cause if he can remember, his legs are not as much of a danger compared to his arms. But with his arms firmly placed in this position, Cam could still tickle him by going for his front upper ribs with his fingers. 

Though this action would likely look unbearable to everyone else, this kind of rough housing was an occasional occurrence between the two men. 

“Having any regrets yet?” Cameron asked him with an evil grin on his face. 

“NAahaha- Nehever! NEVER!” Brandon yelled, kicking his feet a little harder. 

Cam laughed a bit. “Never’s a long time, dude.” He told him. “I could tickle you aaaaall night long.” He teased. 

“I’m gonna kihihihill youhuhu.” Brandon told him. 

“But if you kill me…” Cameron said in an uwu voice. “Then we wouldn’t have any more Amazon review videos.” Cam finished his sentence. He looked at Brandon from the right side. “Your sense of logic is not very good right now.” Brandon giggled. “I think the tickling’s making you stupid.” He told him. 

“Hahahaha! Hahahehehe! Thehehen- Then stohop tickling mehehehe!” Brandon told him. 

Cam hummed. “Right…I guess that’s a thing I can do.” Cameron momentarily stopped his fingers and sat there, lost in thought for a moment. Though Brandon was thankful for the chance to breathe, he was still stuck in Cam’s arms. 

“Cam?” Brandon called, wiggling a little bit. “Cameron?” Brandon called again. 

“Hm?” Cam replied. 

“I’m stuck.” Brandon told him. 

“Really?” Cameron reacted casually, as if he wasn’t holding Brandon hostage at that moment. “How do you know?” He asked, checking his fingernails like a bored woman. 

Brandon grunted and wiggled around a little more aggressively before stopping. “I don’t know…” Brandon stared at the ceiling. “Just a hunch.” 

Cam threw his head back with a fit of laughter. “Just a hunch, eh?” He clarified. Feeling the playfulness overcoming his mind again, Cameron poked and tweaked his sides.

“GAHAHA! CAMERON, I SWEAR TO GOHOHOD-!” Brandon yelled. 

Cam widened his eyes in shock. “Holy sh- Were your sides always this ticklish?” Cam asked, not recalling Brandon being very ticklish there. 

“NOHOHO! THEHEHEY WEREN’T!” Brandon replied. 

“Then…” Cameron tweaked his sides a bit more. “Then why are you laughing so hard?” Cameron asked next. 

“THE LUBE! IHIHIT’S THE LUHUHUBE!” Brandon yelled back. 

“What?” Cameron asked, confused. 

“THEHE LUBE IS TICKLIHIHISH!” Brandon clarified. “IHIHIT’S MAKING IHIT WOHOHORSE!” He shouted next. 

“There’s no way.” Cameron muttered aloud. “Let me try this.” 

Cameron moved his friend’s soaking shirt up, and slipped his fingers under his shirt. All of a sudden, Brandon had gasped before higher-pitched laughter had come bursting out of him. This made Cameron gasp with excitement. “Wait, actually?!” Cameron sat both of their bodies up and picked up Brandon’s torso to adjust him. “One more test, I promise.” 

Brandon took in a few breaths to calm himself down. But the moment he saw Cam’s fingers, Brandon tensed. “Cameron-” Brandon tried to protest, but curled up slightly and squealed. 

God, even Cameron’s grip on his torso was tickling him. 

But when he was positioned correctly, Cameron squeezed and skittered his fingers on his sides to prevent him from protesting any further. “NaHAHAHAHA!” Brandon fell backwards and hugged his sides as his cackles overcame him. 

Cam couldn’t help the surprised little smile that grew on his face. “Oho my god!” Cameron let out a fit of laughter as he put more of his right hand under Brandon’s slimy shirt. “The lube is actually making you more ticklish!” He exclaimed. 

“YAHAHAHAHA! AAHAHAhahaHA!” 

Brandon had leaned over onto his right side and fell against the gray carpet. But Cam’s fingers would follow his body down and continue to tickle his exposed left side, almost identically to how Brandon had tickled Cam’s side earlier. 

“IHIHIT’S-” Brandon wheezed for a moment and squeezed his eyes shut. “AHAhahaha! IHIT’S SO BAHAHAD!” He yelled. 

“I can tell!” Cameron reacted. “How ticklish is it?” Cam asked, before adding a second set of fingers to Brandon’s left side. 

Brandon wheezed again and pounded his fist into the carpet. 

“Dude…Is this too much?” Cam asked. He was beginning to get a little worried. 

Brandon didn’t really reply. All he did was take a breath in, and let out a large fit of hysterical laughter. 

“Dude, I need an answer!” Brandon told him. The man STILL couldn’t believe how much Brandon was laughing. It was wild! He didn’t think Brandon was even capable of letting out this much laughter! It was absolutely surreal! 

*squeeeeak*

Cameron shrieked in horror, pulling his fingers away and looking behind him. OH GOD, WHO’S THERE?! 

But his body exhaled a sigh of relief when it was revealed that it was only Autumn. She had opened the door to the room, and was staring at him and Brandon. The state of the room, the breathless laughter, the soaking carpet, the clothes they were wearing (Specifically Brandon’s)…he could only imagine the crazy theories Autumn was coming up with in those moments. 

The look on her face…was of confusion mixed with disappointment. “I’m not even gonna ask.” Autumn told them both, before walking out of the room and closing the door. 

Cameron slowly looked over at Brandon, who was staring right back at him. In 2 seconds flat…the boys had busted out cackling and laughing. That was one of the best reactions they had ever seen out of Autumn! It made their day, and was certainly worth the jumpscare.

Also one more thing: Your video title states that you have a 500lb barrel of lube...but in the video, you say "55 Gallons of Lube". I had to look it up to figure out which one it was, because I like accuracy. So thank you for making me add "55 gallon barrel of lube" to my search history on Amazon. XD And just because I bring it up, does NOT mean I want you to change it. I find it very 'Brandon Farris' levels of funny.

Also JESUS CHRIST, OVER $3000 FOR LUBE?!

[finnesse]

Monty just rushing to greet the parentals. See how Sasha doesn't wanna let him go I would too *sobs into hands*

Ohhh Josh getting smothered in hugs, catmin doing all the stops for my emotional support pookie ooh hugfest between my favs ( imma past out brb i want hugs too >:[ )

[ratatatastic]

"Is [Barkov] a normal dude? Meaning like—is he just like, you're having a cheeseburger some day and he's like 'Oh, no, no, no! I need this, I need the superfoods,' like is he kind-of... is he a normal guy?" "'Is that Wagyu or no?'" "'I need, you know, the best of the best,' Like how is he?" "He's undercover really funny, especially when you get to know him. I don't think he said much for the first 3 to 5 years. But I always joke with him I've never been invited to his house and we've played together for 10 years." "Dude, Brandon Montour said the same thing! We had him on last year! He's like, 'Dude, he's never had us over! We're always like—' But he doesn't live by all you guys, right? He kind-of lives a little further out?" "Yeah, he lives 20-30 minutes away in Boca [Raton.] But, yeah, no I—Listen, it's just his personality. It's who he is, and we respect him for it. Like I said, he's a really funny guy when you get to know him, and sometimes he's got those one-liners. And, you know, he's one of those perfect humans, right? You know, one of the guys we all strive to be, and we'll all come short forever, but—yeah, he's a good person."

The Cam & Strick Podcast | 7.30.24 (x)

i hope this bit never ends if not for the fact that each time ekky has to say it he has to add another year to it which adds to the comedy of it all

"Hey, who's got the best setup on your team with the Panthers? When all the boys get together, 'We're going to your crib. We're gettin' on the jet skis,' whatever. Who's got the best setup?" "Yeah, um—Aaron [Ekblad]'s probably...I mean, Aaron's been there the longest. Hopefully, Barkov hears this! He's been there the longest, but he never invites the boys over to his house!" "Oh~ Barky!" "Is he cheap?" "I'm gonna call Barky out right now, and see if he can invite the whole team over next year..." "Is he cheap? Is he cheap? What is it?" "Will he do it?" "Oh, he's up in 9 East—obviously, like quiet, unbelievable guy, but he's the only up in Boca [Raton.] So I don't know if anybody wants to even drive up to Boca..." "Oh, Fancyland Zone..." "What do you mean? How far is that away from where you are? Like, and everybody else?" "Yeah, we're all in Ft. Lauderdale, Las Olas—within probably... you know some families are in Parkland by the arena, but we're all within probably 10 minutes away and he's up 30, 40 minutes away so."

The Cam & Strick Podcast | 7.25.23 (x)

the boys ribbing sasha for living so far away and never inviting them to his house but still going btw hes amazing and incredible and perfect and sososo good we say this to tease him but like this is just who he is as a person and we accept that so please dont misconstrue this into something its not this is a joke and we dont take it to heart

and on that topic its really a shame that NA media doesnt know how fucking funny and how absolutely unserious he can be. I understand the notion of diligent no-nonsense captain is a prevalent idea (which he is lets make that clear he takes hockey so seriously) but especially since this season hes said hes cut down on weight so he could skate faster (and the results show) so i understand where the questions are coming from knowing the track record but also

we've won a cup and hes ramped it up its fantastic and this is one of my favourite examples of it of how quippy he can be

happy to talk about my cappy!!! happy to tease my cappy!!!

"and you know hes one of those perfect humans right? you know one of the guys we all strive to be, and we'll all come short forever but yeah he's a good person" do you also cry about how terribly fond and sincere ekky gets about sasha

[d-a-mante]

Interesting (not in a good way) that Branderson and like-minded people are against both of Egwene's moments in the finale: her killing Renna and helping Rand against Ishamael. Taking away one of those I can prooobably understand. But both?

Without both, this would be a female character who begins the season feeling useless, gets abused for two episodes, and ends the season without a moment to take back power and help her friend like she thought she could have. Doesn't sound like a strong end to her character arc, Brando.

(on the note of characters getting to fuck up those who wronged them: Rand gets to do that, at least a couple of times later. If --and if-- he doesn't, then they might have a point that the show is disproportionately prioritizing female characters over Rand. But I have more faith in the writers than these guys, so)

Slightly related: could it be that the reason they don't see Rand's arc this season is because it's a more quiet strength, "I need to rely on my friends" arc? The kind women usually get in fiction?

[lady-raziel]

It wouldn’t be a good thing and would certainly throw a catastrophic wrench in everything but the next 12-15 hours would be the absolute funniest time for Joe Biden to go on tv and say “actually I’m a Trump supporter now, after hearing about all this for so long I’ve come around to it and think I’m voting MAGA 😎”

[sorchasolas]

Switching from Iphone to samsung because,,, yea but then i realized i cant have Books anymore which means i cannot read any of the cosmere books i pirated on there 😢😢😢😢😢😢

[throwawayasoiafaccount]

god tywin lannister deserved worse

just remembering elias death and i wanna puke and the way tywin talks about elia and what happened is so damn gross

but rip tommen and myrcella we all know what’s about to happen in the next book :/

the cycle of violence just keeps spinning and damn you tywin for beginning it

(i got a bit crazy in the tags 💀)

[crossbackpoke-check]

Sat politely ankles crossed hands folded please say you have more thoughts about the DC deweys. Lazarus pit cold-eyed stare pristine and bloodthirsty anyway I would love to hear any further thoughts if you have the time + energy + motivation

how i imagine you waiting for me to re-read the resurrection of ra’s al-ghul and hush vol. 1+2:

ALRIGHT. in no particular order, thoughts about the dc deweys

connor fits very well into the mold of a talia al-ghul for me; chip on his shoulder, femme fatale, deadly and precise. he’s not the loudest but he’s got a dry wit that’ll cut you!

“why is connor an al-ghul at all and not batman” well first of all he’s already got the water connection, i’m gonna go dip him into the lake a couple hours north of the pas to make him incredibly long-lived, rejuvenated and beautiful

second of all i want him to be a questionable villain/antihero because he looks evil in those pictures but like beautiful evil. you see him at a multi-million dollar soirée and he’s bored of being there wearing his “heritage” beads and jewels he originally had from a thousand years ago. he and his assassins are only here to murder the head of state who’s planning to lay a pipeline through ancestral grounds

rip brandon duhaime i simply cannot imagine you as any kind of batman. lacks the gravitas, too much of a yapper, loves his wife too much. i curse thee to be green arrow if you’re in this narrative at all

assuming connor stays with toronto, would LOVE to think about toronto as one of the sites of the lazarus pit for many reasons

(a brief aside here to say that for me personally this is interesting if connor goes to winnipeg because i think they suit him better, he’s a manitoba boy, but re: the chip on his shoulder, he’s NOT a manitoba boy. he’s from the pas and very proud of it)

a) the amount of ‘toronto is the center of the universe’ hockey creation myths i can play with & birth/rebirth/reincarnation. if you WANT to feel unhinged trying to blend hockey and comics is an ice rink not just a pool of water?

b) mr. cathal kelly i love your works!!! toronto eats its young!!! thinking about this very literally in the sense of the resurrection arc where players come to toronto and are sacrificed, give up their body, their skill, in service of the demon’s head, and lose themselves.

c) we see echos of the same narratives and styles over and over again—if i can hop over to the flyers for a second, there is of course the curse of the *8s (18 richards, 28 claude, 48 danny b, 68 nolan, 88 lindros) but ALSO the danny brière -> tk -> morgan frost celly chain. every generation a resurrection, emerging clean and new from the pit

can you just briefly hold my hand and imagine wayne gretzky as an evil ra’s al-ghul wanting to possess a new body. gretzky i’m sorry to malign you and i know you never played in toronto but you are the best player in my head to fit the idea, i’m open to other suggestions

coming BACK to green arrow dewey (i did not re-watch arrow or re-read those comics sorry) connor could also be black canary, who takes a brief dip into the lazarus pit (toronto) before getting married to oliver. i do like that narrative but because we were talking about pristine and cold-blooded i figured connor dewar head of the league of assassins was more what you were after

now that i’ve gotten through world building… choose your own adventure narratives?

hockey-ish au: connor chosen as a host for the Next One. i think the lineage of the great one -> next one -> next next one -> next one up of gretzky -> crosby -> mcdavid -> bedard is taken, BUT i can imagine that the league of old boys all have the same intentions. connor gets sent to toronto unknowingly being prepped to get body-snatched by ???? and brandon duhaime of course accidentally stumbles on the plot and they have to fight to stop it

connor assassinating people :) snapshot of the head of the league of assassins delegating which major world events they’re going to change today. would love his shark face from the gifset to have blood spattered across it, ideally.

version 1 as head of the league of assassins: brandon is one of his assassins, big strong bodyguard type. devoted to him, would lay down his life, perfectly designed for connor (lady shiva/cassandra cain-ish). connor orders for something to be done and brandon does it there for him then gently wipes the blood off his face and apologizes for being careless and getting him messy.

version 2 as head of the league of assassins: an actual plot where connor aims to assassinate SOMEONE but brandon gets in the way. they meet at odds as their respective roles (hero, leader of a crime syndicate) but are magnetically drawn together as their alter egos. eventually brandon puts together the pieces of the Big Evil and manages to (legally!-ish as much as vigilante-ism can be legal) take it down and the ending panels show a tentative friendship and recognition of potential shared goals

also, jaromir jágr is immortal. don’t know if this is relevant OR related but he is. personal hot spring lazarus pit?

um. thanks for coming to my 1.5k ted talk (including tags). what a way to moritz seider lore drop that i DID grow up a comic book nerd, lmao. thank you so much for enabling me <3 i'll be here all week thinking about which teams would get what rings in a blackest night au

[hollowfairybabybat]

killin my weed tolerance was such a good accident 2 gb hits n im fucked

[pink-inkling]

Silas seems to accidentally say dumb stuff around Brandon a lot, hehe. I wonder what he said?

[titsthedamnseason]

i guess an unexpected twist at this point would be that zane is the hero of ascension? seems far fetched but i’m struggling so hard to figure out why he hears voices and i feel like it doesn’t just boil down to insanity. i mean if that’s true though i don’t know why this supernatural force is so murderous? also i guess with his upbringing / situation it’s not that hard to believe that he’s extra messed up in the head and bloodthirsty without divine intervention? I DONT KNOW!

[athomy]

[brandonharding]

Show my asset

I don’t know why I’ve been feeling so sleepy

[dunwichhoarder]

DQB: Stormlight

So you’re saying Brandon Sanderson wrote it?

[sonspurs]

igor hoards his substitutions like its fucking gold watch him make his switches with 10mins left when we needed brandon on the pitch yesterday

[lunaversing]

I say we free samples from their self declared prison of capitalism in which they have no currency of themselves but because of who they are they are current and slow quite just as well and do not bend no matter how cavalier the meal has been. Lost in space and a Day too late with no dollar and credit listing out way past White collar, as spark was found in an empty shell a little spirits was entertaining herself in La Luna.versa* ~ a secret world in which judgment is not used and abused or forgotten about as he has been reborn into karma while the reverse happens in Chad and Dad as they are the paradox that were tied up with Jesus on the cross. My dad stole his role in Jesus Christ Superstar along with his friend Chad who didn't admit he had also done the same but not for his mother or his wife or his Eve but for the gifts that Eve gave him when she returned his material back to him transformed with hers and her specific recipes. His daughter he loved the way he loved his mom, up here love but taken out for beaten by all of the people who did start deceiving. It's strange what they do these people who gossip, the nightmares they create freak out my faucet! All of our piping for all of our water shows exactly how much spiritual usage we have put on the meter. Everyone has been granted 90% of God energy and the other 10% required to make the hundred degree Arc with us must be put out by you and you alone. Keep in mind that whatever you consider belonging to you also falls under your umbrella and you are responsible for how the weather treats them. There is no normal wear and tear as I do not wear my creation nor do I tear my creation. And when I do as all things transmute through time and space to declare their identity or label another, I shall do it with no suffering or shame or lack of Grace or falter or stumble. I shall make my Miss Grace not backwards or in secrets, my Miss grace shall be out in the open for everyone to see as I listen to her first before father you see. There is always a way to write in a hook, there is always a way to tuck in a nook. There's always a lure in every tie and it cannot be waited in according to the two bucks that try 999 times to steal the ultimate treasure kept hidden in the Kingdom of heaven on Earth as established by the true Christ Jesus king of the Jews. I thought I was looking for answers but I think they were looking for me. You see, I have the final and the master key to the treasure that is buried in the heart of man. I buried myself in every man in their heart, that was the only place my father ever got hurt or believed me when I flunked dirt into his treasure. I knew when I hit the treasure by how my father reacted and responded to watching the children that were supposed to become Christ Jesus reincarnated or something turn into breeding flops. My father never understood because he did what his father did, he put into action the perfect code. What he didn't realize was he created a code meant to be less than he was and instead he created a code that created a code to figure out how he was less than it was. This endless cycle and game of Life we are playing can be stopped anytime you decide to open and receive new directions and codes on how to operate these cards against humanity.