#David is nearly a himbo

[fantasticallyfruity4]

Steddie things/ head cannons abt these two morons living in my noggin rent free

CW: Dick size comments, smoking/pot, brief mention of (a fear of, nothing actually happens) period typical homophobia. Briefly mentioned experiences with antisemitism. Mention of Chrissy Cunningham anorexic bulimia. Jewish Byers’s. Jewish steddie.

It’s a long one. Oops

NO BUT LIKE THINK ABT STEDDIE NICK NAMES

think abt Eddie calling Steve “lover boy”, like the sweetest most affectionate tone, pulling him into a kiss and whispering “c‘mere lover boy”, sneaking up behind him when he’s cooking or leaning over anything and mumbling “hey lover boy” while he kisses the moles on his shoulder.

Also like, the theory that Steve’s actually packing quite the dick and that’s why Eddie called him “big boy” when he was hotwiring the camper, and and whenever Eddie calls Steve big boy he gets flustered about it because he knows exactly what it’s indicative of. That it’s an innuendo that only him and Eddie understand.

Eddie absolutely has a kink for being called master or dungeon master in the bedroom. I will not explain further. Steve did it as a joke once and the reaction was way too good.

But besides that nicknames for Eddie stump me. Of corse the usual “eds”, usual pet names/ terms of endearment, but beyond that I get stumped.

They use the same hair products, they realize, but in totally different ways and in totally different quantities. They both stand there infront of the bathroom mirror futzing for an hour in the morning, hip checking each other out of the way, teasing, hair spraying and all around being high maintenance bitches together. If Steve finds out eddie killed the last of his Farrah faucet spray? Oh, he is such a little bitch about it, whining and bitching all day until Eddie replaces it. Not like Steve hasn’t used so much of Eddie’s hair spray that the tow do them nearly choked to death in the bathroom that one time.

Speaking of hair, Eddie walks around with his hair in a ponytail or god forbid even a messy bun in the summer or if he’s doing house work or something, anything he really can’t stand his hair in his face for. And it drives Steve crazy, his pretty space all on display like that. Bonus points for Eddie in sweats, shirtless, tattoos and veins on gum tantalizing display, hair up, completely oblivious to how bad he’s got Steve.

Steve listens to the worst pop shit, in Eddie opinion. Bowie, wham, tears for fears, Toto, Elton John, queen. It makes his fucking ears bleed.

But when Steve starts belting good old fashioned lover boy in the shower and eddies sitting in Steve’s room, laughing to himself at the sound, it’s pretty cute. And he can live with it. It’s how Steve got the nickname anyway.

In the car Steve blasts head over heels on the radio on one of their first dates. They’re at lovers lake, Eddie’s trying to get the balls to make a move on him, palms sweaty and anxious that he’s taking too long to make a move or that he’s going too fast, and suddenly he, obliviously, himbo style, yells “oh my god I love this song!” And cranks the volume all the way up. Kills the moment, but when they talk about it later it’s all laughs at how they were both so oblivious. It instantly became their song, unfortunately for Eddie who has to hear is all the time. Steve leaves cassettes of this shit in Eddie’s car and you can’t tell a soul, but sometimes when he’s driving alone he misses his baby, and listens to some of that shit. To feel like he’s there.

Steve eventually comes around to Eddie’s music, even head bangs a little in Eddie’s car. Eddie loves it so fucking much. It’s like Steve’s just that much more into his weird little world.

Both boys are Jewish, I’ll die on this hill. Because I’m Jewish and I said so. My word is law.

Steve is the gold chai Jewish fuckboy. Eddie has an antique magen David from one of his grandparents he wears every day. Tucks it in in his shirt to survive Hawkins :(

“A little havdalah?” “Eddie that’s a joint” “so?” “Sure, fine”

I want to see a fucking yarmulke on all that fucking hair. Eddie is 100% the poor fella who needs to use bobby pins to get his kippah to stick. He and Steve end up barreling into the wheelers one day, accosting Nancy in her bedroom “we need bobby pins! Now! We’re already later to high holiday services Wayne’s gonna kill me I don’t have time to stop at the drug store HAIRPINS NOW WOMAN!”. Idk I just see it so clearly, so funny.

Unfortunately it’s probably where part of the “the freak” reputation comes from. Blood libel and all that good shit. So that’s a bummer.

Eddie and Wayne never had the kind of spare money around to get a lot of things, even after Eddie started selling drugs there was of corse new financial issues, so this lead to Steve noting, the first time he stayed the night in Eddie’s trailer, that they didn’t have a mezuzah. Eddie just shrugged. “We don’t have the kinda cash laying around for nice judaica, harrington”.

And yeah, it was a point. They grew up in such different households financially. Steve had two (albeit absentee, traveling for work all the time) working white collar parents, a two story house at the end of a cul de sac, with an inground pool. And Eddie and his blue collar uncle lived in a trailer, Eddie sold pot because he was too ADHD to hold down a stable job, while Steve worked weird little retail jobs for pocket money, because all the real bills were paid. Eddie paid half the bills at home. Different worlds.

Next day Eddie’s unhappy to wake up in an empty bed but he hears hammering. He rolls out of bed, shirtless, bed headed, grumpy mess, to find Steve nailing a mezuzah to the doorway of the trailer.

“Steve what are you doing?”. Redundant. “We’ll, I woke up this morning, remembered we had a spare in my garage from when my grand mom died and we had to clean out her house, so I went home, dug through the boxes of her shit and found it, came back here and put it up. Was gonna see how long it took you to notice. Uh, surprise.” Hes all sheepish and blushy. Cutest shit ever, Eddie thinks, as he kisses the daylights out of him on the living room floor.

Eddie makes a mean matzo ball soup. “It’s a good thing my ma wrote down one recipe for once. I’d be up shits creek without this to fallow”. Whenever their queer teen comrades™ or Steve’s kids™ are sick, they make soup and deliver it. They look so funny, like imagine mrs wheeler opening the door to this big ferocious grunge fella and nancys ex boyfriend, Eddie holding a Tupperware of soup saying “we made Mike soup. Sorry about his sinus infection.” Shit makes me giggle. Domestic lil bitches, party mom and dad.

Ms Henderson things it’s the sweetest thing when Dustin’s got a cold and they show up.

(This also means that Steve became the stand in alternate for any time someone can’t make a hellfire meeting.)

Joyce nearly court orders that they start coming to Shabbat dinner at the Byers’s. It’s a grand chaotic occasion. Hopper is barely getting the hang of things at this point, trying his best, 10/10, he’s not sure when his daughter ended up Jewish, but he came back from gulag and he was the house goy somehow. Max is always there, because well, max is always there, period. And becuase will and el and max are there the whole party wants to come, so what was once Joyce’s small Shabbat dinner with her two sons and herself is this big communal found family gathering now and she loves it so much.

But the boys! Steddie are so cute at Shabbat dinner. Serving eachother, Eddie grumbling that “you need to eat more vegetables, dumbass” forcing more into his plate, and Steve complaining that “every fucking time we eat a fucking meal together I have to force Protein down your throat! You’re still healing, asshole! You need it!”. And Joyce thinks it’s so cute how they fuss over eachother during dinner. Also bonus points to wills role models of a healthy, loving, competent gay relationship. He needs it. His stoned brother and his even more stoned boyfriend aren’t the best role models of domestic partnership. Mwah.

Steve alwyas makes his moms kugel. Joyce swears they don’t have to bring anything, sweetheart. “It’s the salt and pepper one”. Joyce can’t argue with that. It’s too good to deny.

Eddie once accidentally called joyce mom. He was helping her make something in the kitchen, and he just offhandedly addresses her as “mom” when he asks a question. He instantly goes bright red and apologizes, but, she just smiled. “Sweetie it’s fine. Everyone else calls me mom, you can, sweetie, it’s okay.” And the little punk is shy and blushy as he says okay, thanks. Joyce just adores Eddie.

Also bonus points for hopper having NO IDEA how HE, an adoptive single father, cop, from bum fuck Indiana ended up the surrogate father for like a dozen gay teens. He isn’t gonna judge them, god forbid let a soul put a finger on them but he’s like??? How did this happen??? And how did I become a pillar of the Hawkins Jewish community???

Friday nights also became family game night, with a desperate campaign which is extremely chaotic and idiotic. Eddie and will decided to DM together. Eddies entheasium and dramatics help will out of his shell a little bit- proves that there’s no reason to be shy about loving something, or having a cool campaign. And Joyce adores Eddie for that. They had to teach hopper and Joyce how to play, and they’re still getting the hang of it but it’s funny when they have to help them. Hopper asks a lot of weird questions. “Can I fight the door?” “No but you can roll to see if you can open it” “okay can I shoot the door?” “What are you, Nancy? Just roll to try to open the damn door, hopper”

Steve was such a little prep in highschool, he’s embarrassed by it now. And I’m heavily convinced he must have been on swim team, 100%. Idk it’s just his build. His personality. Eddie found an old team photo and ripped on him endlessly, teasing him mercilessly. One night Eddie gets one of Steve’s shirts and a pair of boxers to sleep in, like he always does, and he spots an old Hawkins swim team tee shirt. So he of corse takes it to be a little shit about it. He turns around to rejoin Steve in bed and Steve’s just slackjawed, realizing this is having way too much of an effect on him. Next day he steals a hellfire shirt to get back at Eddie, and ends up… ends up in a compromising position because of it. He’s gotta do that more, he realizes

Eddie comes around to Family video to see steve when he’s working. He props himself up on his elbows on the counter to loiter around, laying moves on steve, annoying steve, and only going home once he’s gotten a kiss. Robin is dramatic about how much she can’t stand them and how disgusting they are but she’s gotten used to Eddies weird antics and she liked having another weirdo around, and seeing Steve happy, truth be told.

Speaking of kisses, such a diverse array of kinds of kisses they share, but best of all, they mostly share soft, slow, sweet little PG kisses, smiley, cute little loving things. Murmuring teasing words against the others lips, gentle hands cupping faces to respect the hair.

So many smoking head cannons too

Steve obviously smokes (pot, if I need to specify) as well, but he always got that “rich kid crap” in highschool, according to eddie. Once these two are comfy and cozy together eddie just shares his shit with Steve. And he’s got some pretty damn good shit for himself. And Steve can’t get over the difference like holy fuck this shits kicking my ass Eddie god damn.

Eddie is a giggly high. He gets giggly at every little thing and it’s the best thing ever for Steve to Whitney’s. It’s so damn cute. Eddie has been through some wild shit, his childhood wasn’t great, but so see him so relaxed, fucking giggly, it’s the best to Steve.

Steve is a chatty high and an affectionate high. All over eddie, head in his lap talking about how they’re gonna have 6 kids and travel the country every summer in a camper and Eddie sits there nodding like an idiot but thinking ‘wtf is this stoned idiot talking about?’

This high confession is why eddie makes Steve drive the camper, 200%. He expected that Steve had experience with the matter considering this detailed life fantasy he had. Only to later find out he did not.

When Johnathan and argyle come into town and bring their California shit with them? Oh, Cali weed is no joke. They 4 of them get high and it really gets Eddie and Steve fucked up. Eddie has enough of a sense to get nervous when Steve starts to get touch freely, practically in his lap after a couple good hits, but he realizes he doesn’t have to worry when argyle literally pulls Johnathan in for a kiss. He lets Steve be as squishy as he wants for that smoke sesh after that.

I think that these two horny bastards would shotgun from time to time and I wanna talk abt that. The sloppy nasty make-out in the name of sharing smoke. Yeah, okay fellas keep telling yourself that. All Eddie knows is that a shotgun make out means he gets to taste his two favorite things: the inside of Steve Harrington mouth and good bud.

But also imagine how the Harrington house just reeks of pot, and when Steve realizes ‘oh shit my parents are coming home for a weekend’ him and Eddie spend the entire week before that trying to air the house out desperately, all the windows open, candles lit, etc.

Not exactly smoking HC, but not exactly not, Eddie takes Steve around with him to party’s when he deals. Steve gets him in most of the doors, TBH. he was king Steve in high school after all. And Steve just kinda sits there, glued to Eddie’s side while eddie does his shit. Like a lap dog.

Eddies like “you know all these kids and they like you, they hate me, you could drum me up some business you know” but Steve’s like they were all dicks to you in higschool why would I want to be nice to them???

They usually hang out and smoke with Chrissy once a week or so. Light a bonfire in Steve’s backyard. Steve’s gotten some weird shit from Jason carver that he thinks he’s fucking his girlfriend, but the reality is that he’s third wheeling to his very gay boyfriend and his cheerleader besties gossip sesh. Yeah, Chrissy is the worst gossip when she’s high. She also gets munchies like a mother fucker which the boys are SO HAPPY about, knowing abt her ana/mia. It’s not always just the three of them, Robin comes sometimes, sometimes even Nancy surprised everyone with her presence (just to take one hit and spend the rest of the night waxing poetry about her girlfriend). Robin is absolutely the conspiracy theory stoner of the group, and Chrissy surprisingly gets right into it with her. I wanna see these morons ordering so much fucking surfer boy, in weird ass flavor combinations, okay? To the point where they get a call to Steve’s address and realize shit it’s those stoner kids again, they’re gonna get some weird shit. Oh, and of corse once they Byers move back to Hawkins Johnathan joins them, just to whine about missing his boyfriend and get sentimental about how much he loves everyone. When argyle visits he’s the perfect gossip partner for Chrissy because he doesn’t know any of it and she gets to fill him in from the top.

Steve and Eddie to this disgustingly obnoxious thing where the call eachother ‘Steven’ and ‘Edward’ for dramatic effect. It annoys the fuck out of everyone. It’s pretty cute though. Eddie tearing into whoever’s house their hanging out of yelling ‘Steven! Steven how DARE you’ all to find out the dramatics are because he didn’t turn the drier on.

Steve is a moley Bastard. Freckles, moles, birth marks, he’s a fucking giraffe as far as Eddie’s concerned, and Eddie loves kissing all of them, makes a thing out of it, and Steve pretends he’s annoyed and tired of it but he adores it sm. He loves being loved on. Eddie just loves all his unique little bits.

Eddie has pleanty of scars from the demo bats. It’s impossible to ignore. But Steve loves them, reminds him how brave and amazing his man is. So he loves kissing on all his scars and marks, reminding him how beautiful they are

Steve learning how to paint nails just because he hates watching Eddie struggle with his non dominant hand. He just rolls his eyes, goes “gimme the damn bottle”, and does it without letting Eddie protest a second.

Eddie is ADHD as hell. And Steve let’s him use him as a human stim. Wanna play with my hair? Futz with my hands? Mess with my belt loop? Unbutton and re button my shirt sleeves? Sure Angel boy whatever you want.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

[anna1306]

The Lost Boys Incorrect Quotes

Part 2, because I like it

Part 1 here

Paul after trying Dwayne's cooking: If this sauce was a person, I'd get naked and make love to it!

Marko: Well, I am stunned!

Nobody:

Marko: Just stunned!

Literally nobody:

Marko: Stunned is the only way to describe how... stunned I am!

David: Just a minute, just a minute, Marko. Are you trying to tell us... That you are stunned?

Paul: You got nothing to fear, but fear itself.

Laddie: ...

Paul: And, of course, the boogeyman.

Dwayne: There is no such word as that.

Marko: There certainly is.

Dwayne: Disdam is not a word. You made it up.

Marko: It's a word!

Dwayne: Fine. Use it in a sentence.

Marko: You are no good at disdam game!

Marko: Paul, let's go!

Paul: *sleeps*

Marco: Come on, Paul. Let's go!

Paul: *still sleeps*

Marko, imitating woman voice: Paul, wake up, my husband will be home any minute.

Paul: *wide awake*

David: This is strictly off the record, but Michael is nearly five years younger than I am.

Dwayne: In what, David, dog years?

Paul, excited about his new date: However, I have decided to overlook that minor detail and succumb to the Vesuvius of passion that is about to erupt from me.

Marko: Stand back. We're gonna get something on us.

Paul: For the first time in my life I feel over 40.

David: Because you are over 70.

After fight with the hunters

Dwayne: *pulls arrow from Marko*

Marko: OW! OW! OH!

Nervous Paul: Did that hurt?

Marko: No, I'm singing rock-'n'-roll.

When Star comes to visit

David: So, did you bring the young chippy with you?

Dwayne: David, come on, you are talking about her husband.

Star: Thanks.

Dwayne: So, did you bring the himbo?

Grown Laddie: This reminds me of when I was little. You used to tell me bedtime stories .

Paul: Oh yeah, yeah. The Bogeyman and the little boy.... The Zombie in the hamper.... Cannibal parents...

Laddie: I don't believe I had more than two hours of sleep in that time.

David: I love all the members of my coven.

Star: Even Paul?

David: Sure. But don't tell him. He'll wanna borrow money

Marko: I decided to give every one of you a gift, hope you will like it!

David: But these are my gloves, I thought I lost them at the Boardwalk.

Marko: I told you that you lost them. They matched this crop-top.

Paul: This is my crop-top!

Marko: I know, it goes great with...

Dwayne: My leather jacket.

Marko: Well, enjoy! *happily walking away*

Paul: I wonder if he has seen my leather belt.

Dwayne: You know I haven't been able to find my flag...

David: Come on, it's time to go search his nest again.

Dwayne to Star: Honey, beware of anyone who says "No calories", "Absolutely no charge", and "Let's just lie down on the bed and watch tv".

Michael, leaving: Well, I'm off!

David: Totally.

#tlb #thelostboys #thelostboys1987 #tlb1987 #david tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #tlb dwayne #star tlb #michael emerson #incorrect quotes

[sorazvlief]

Me ramblin' about my Darlin' OC

Warnings: M!Darlin' OC (He/Him) under cut, mentions of drinking, bars and alchohol, mentions of being drunk, mentions of sacrificing life

ppl hc Darlin as the big tough bad wolf but i just hc them as that really hopeless goofy ass dude

My Darlin' (Yi Huizhong) is pretty good with kids. He likes teasing the pack and the members consider him as a really nice father figure/uncle. Huizhong likes causing trouble for David which ends up getting him yelled at. He also likes cracking dumb jokes and puns for the pack to lighten up the mood, and there will be at least one groan or eye roll in the room...or a bunch of laughter. Huizhong keeps passing notes to Asher during pack meetings about how it's so boring and how he just wanted to leave. In his freetime, Yi Huizhong goes to hang out with the little children of the pack, playing around and coloring stuff with crayons with them.

Oh, and don't forget about how he can't contain himself when it comes to bars and alchohol. When Sam isn't with him, he gets out of the house to go to a nearby bar to drink his life away. Sam manages to find him, spotting his mate nearly passed out on the counter, bottle in hand. Sam needed to drag him back to the house which caused Huizhong to groan in response. Not the mention how clingy and annoying he is when drunk, he will whine in Sam's ears and act like a child, clinging onto him at all times.

Huizhong is the father figure of the pack, so it's not common for him to sacrifice himself either. He would put his life on the line if the pack and or his mate was in danger. One call, and that man's flinging himself into horrifying scenarios. Very sacrificial and not only reckless with himself, but also with his life.

In short, my Darlin' is a dumb stupid himbo who needs to get his shit together.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted shaw pack #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted asher #redacted david #maplesthoughts #just something i wanted to share #buh byee

[clichejoe]

Candlelight Fun Facts

And finally, to make up for the lateness of the last couple of chapters as I figured out how to best end this monster fic - have some fun facts and future notes about Reme and Bruno’s lives. 

Beware, there are spoilers ahead and it’s fucking long. Consume at your own peril my lurves:

1) Reme knows how to fence. Growing up a rich girl, it was one of the things she took up, thinking it would improve her station in her family. It did not work. She quit after two years and was a solid 5/10. 

2) Reme used to smoke. The classic ‘I’m at university let’s give this a go’. And because it’s set in the 1950′s and everyone thought it was good for you back then. She quit after 6 months because she didn’t like the taste. (Don’t smoke kids, etc, etc)

3) Reme is Colombian (despite any of my butchering of the language and slang used). The university she studies at its The National University of Colombia. 

4) Reme technically speaks 5 languages: Spanish, French, German, English and Italian. She is fluent in two, speaks well enough in another two, and is terrible at one. You get to pick which is which. 

5) Because we love the spouse and family colour schemes in Encanto, I always imagine Reme’s default outfit as like a white/beige shirt, loosely buttoned with rolled sleeves. Dark green suspenders, with even darker green slacks. The blazer she sometimes wears on top is tweed. 

6) On her wedding day Reme wears a white version of her usual shirt and slacks and her white blazer is embroidered with bright colours by Mirabel. (Somehow she still manages to get the entire thing covered in mud and grass stains before the ceremony - but that’s a one shot for another time). Emilia and Mateo walk Reme down the aisle. 

7) Reme and Bruno’s triplets are identical boys. Their names are Rico, Luis, and Fabian. (Reme nearly straight up divorces Bruno when he suggests they call one of them David, as a joke). Two years after the boys are born, Reme and Bruno (accidentally) break the Madrigal tradition of having 3 kids. They have two more kids (one year apart from one another) called Marcos and Maria. 

some fun facts about the kids (in age order), because how could I not:

-Rico is the best. He is classic Himbo through and through and I would die for him. Like think thor-level himbo in Ragnarok. He’s not really the brains of the group, but he’s the eldest and he loves his family like so much dudes and is always willing to help. Has the dumbest ideas and lowkey the leader of the triplets. It’s worth noting all the triplets are identical and they look almost exactly like Reme, but with Bruno’s nose and hair. Rico’s gift is Invulnerability. 

-Luis is basically a calmer copy of his mother. Quiet, logical and obsessed with science. But this extends to all sciences. His favourite is chemistry. Despite his calm exterior he is also a pyromaniac (my boy) and his bedroom is explosion proof due to his experiments. His gift is the ability to see the history of an object by touching it. 

- Fabian is a poet and writer much like his father. He is a soft emotional boy and we love him. He is always performing or helping his father with stuff at the theatre. He wants to become a famous actor and playwrite and one day leave the Encanto. Ironically, he is the one who gets into the most arguments with his father - usually about plot and pacing and themes in their writing. (One time Fabian calls his writing contrived and they don’t talk for a whole week). His gift is the ability to sense - and mildly influence - other’s emotions. 

- Marcos is a bit of an awkward boy. As the middle child, he’s quite an anxious kid, but his mother is his favourite person in the world. He always feels a little bit out of place in the family and so gets on well with Mirabel and his father. His gift is the ability to turn invisible. Sometimes when he is surprised, he will turn invisible by accident. The triplets always try and get him to use his gift for mischief, boosting his confidence. But as older brothers, they also tease him a lot. His gift means he is always surprising his poor father, but Reme is the only person who knows when he’s there, invisible or not. When he’s older he wants to be a doctor like his Tia Julieta. 

-Maria is a stubborn tomboy. As the youngest of five kids and the only girl, she is determined to be just as tough as her brothers. She is usually seen dressed almost identically to her father - ruana, shirt, and slacks. She will throw hands for any reason, but loves her family dearly. As someone who is also super responsible, she sometimes finds herself at odds with her mother and her absentmindedness. Her gift is the ability to control light, manifesting usually like sparkles. Think Jubilee from the Xmen. She thinks it’s embarrassing. Her favourite people are her father and Marcos. 

8) Over the course of her life, Reme’s research room grows to an enormous size to accommodate all of her work, becoming even bigger than the library. 

9) In winter, Reme’s old injury will always ache, no matter how much Julieta and her try to fix it, it’s just one of those things. A consequence of that day. 

10)  Bruno ends up establishing a local theatre in the Encanto. It’s open-air for a few years until Pepa cried too many times at the performances, flooding the stage.  All of his children are excellent actors and writers, along with many of their cousins. Unfortunately, no matter how into it Reme gets, she cannot act. At all.

11)  Reme cannot sing. At all. She has a terrible singing voice. Over the course of her life, her dancing improves (as does Bruno’s because she refuses to practise with anyone else).

12)  Reme never takes on a particular role in the Encanto village – more maintains her role as an eccentric scientist and researcher, giving lectures in the Bruno’s theatre when it is not in use. People will occasionally come to her with problems that need sorting and she will do her best to help. She always takes time to visit the school as well, and take the kids on exciting field trips. In her older age, she becomes one of the teachers there – but she is a very bad example for the kids.

#Cj talks #candlelight #fun facts #i would die for juan #and all these other OCs i made up #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal x reader

[lazyboycentral]

Yooo, let's talk G1 Climax 33!!

I. Am. SO FAR BEHIND on G1 Climax this year...just like I was with Best of Super Juniors. I ended up only watching matches I was interested in with BoSJ, and it looks like it'll be the same with G1. I'm probably gonna miss some bangers (apparently the match between Okada and Taichi was really good, but I'm not much for Taichi). So who WILL I be following?

From baby-boy A BLOCK, I'll be following Shooter Shota, Ren Narita, and Yota Tsuji. That first match between Umino and Narita was so explosive and full of energy; these two got that youthful hunger and it shows. As for Yota...I'll just say it man, I am straight up THIRSTING for this man. I've stated before that he's becoming my new wrestler crush, but now it's pretty much official. The glow-up he's had since coming back from excursion has done that man good. He's got that aggressiveness and confidence that's gonna make him a star in New Japan...which always seemed to be the case, as we now know all those mysterious teaser trailers we've seen since New Japan Cup this year were all about him. NJPW clearly wants him to be big, and I gotta say...they hooked me. That man can Gene Blast me anyday.

Okay, now that Sex God Tsuji is out of the way, let's blast through the rest. B BLOCK has all my favorite picks, including himbo supreme El Phantasmo, the ABSOLUTE PIMP Great-O-Kahn (all hail), the guy that nearly paralyzed Kenny Omega, and my favorite boy of all time, KENTA. Tanga Loa is here too, which while it's great to see him again after so long, that rough debut match he had with KENTA was...not so great. Hope his knee gets better. Plus hey oh wow, Okada is in B BLOCK! What a fun way to mix things up. I haven't seen his match against ELP but I remember thinking to myself "oh no ELP, I love you but this will not end well for you." I might be wrong, guess I'll see when I get to it.

C BLOCK and D BLOCK are just sorta "meh" to me. All the handsome mens are on C, my picks being David Finlay, EVIL, and Shingo Takagi (the most handsome one on that block, fight me over it). Eddie Kingston is also on C BLOCK which I admittedly want to see how well he does here. And Aaron Henare's new look sure is something, ain't it? It's very culturally significant and I'm happy for him, but I sure will miss that moustache. Speaking of, we got Alex Coughlin in D BLOCK, who's one of my favorites from the old LA Dojo days (kinda glad he joined Bullet Club and dropped that stupid "android" schtick...same goes for Clark Connors and his whole...thing). We also got Jeff Cobb, another crush of mine, as well as...the rest. I mean there's Naito and Tanahashi and Zack Sabre Jr...lots of legends here. But none of them really tickle my pickle the likes of ELP and Yota do.

So who's gonna win G1 Climax this year? Seems too early for me to tell right now, but if I had to choose, I'm honestly going with B BLOCK's Taichi. I couldn't give two shits about that man, but he's had such an incredibly strong start during this tourney that it's hard to see him not at least reach the finals. As much as I'd want to see Narita or Tsuji from A win it all, I find it more believable to see them at least make it to the semifinals. I'd love to see Kingston be the victor of C BLOCK, but I kinda want to see Finlay up there, since this "New Bullet Club" arc has been picking up lots of steam lately. And for D BLOCK...um...Toru Yano. Because it would be funny.

Also I'd want to watch NJPW Strong Independence Day soon because I missed out on it and also Alex Zayne was there and good god I miss that gorgeous man.

#blog post #njpw #new japan pro wrestling #g1 climax 33

[incorrectonceuponatime]

David: Nothing more human than that.

David: Besides texting people that you're five minutes away when you haven't even left the house.

#Look Emma gets being a disaster from somewhere #i mean snow's a disaster but only because she's a perfectionist #David is nearly a himbo #Source: the good place #incorrect ouat #incorrect ouat quotes #incorrect once upon a time #once upon a time #incorrect quotes #David nolan #prince charming

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Things the boys canonically do in the movie that I base their personality around:

Dwayne steps away from the fight in the beginning, but immediately kicks Michael in the face in the ending battle. Messes with Sam by flying him around and pretending to be dead. But, also drives Laddie and is seen helping him onto the fountain and having Laddie sit by him during the maggot scene. Not a big talker, but is seen sitting with Paul during one scene and next to David in another.

To me, this has always read that he's not a super big fighter. It's almost like he would either not fight at all, and doesn't take fighting seriously when he does have to. At least when he's fighting a kid. And when he does have a serious threat, he just neutralizes them as soon as possible. Or maybe he just hates Michael. Either way, very driven and straight to the point kind of guy, but definitely has a weird sense of humor where he likes to mess with people. The fact that he's the main care-taker of the boys always screams to me that he has to have the most common sense/be the kindest of the boys because a) Laddie chooses to sit next to him (so Dwayne is probably even nicer to him than Star is) and b) Dwayne is a safe enough driver that Laddie can be with him and not fall off. Overall, most responsible out of the lost boys. I also wanna point out that perhaps the reason Dwayne doesn't actually fight Sam is because he's a kid, and Dwayne could potentially have a soft spot for kids. Finally, I think Dwayne is a huge introvert because he has the least amount of lines, and he's only ever seen (besides the bridge) hanging around the extraverts of the group.

David rushed to join in the fight in the beginning, but fucks with Michael after he punches him/messes with him at first in the last fight and asks him to "join us". But, runs after the Frogs/Sam in full vampire mode. How much dialogue actually belongs to David, his monologue scene, how he asks Paul for the joint, asks Marko to push his chair around, and volunteers Marko to go first on the bridge. Dwayne standing next to him in one of the scenes, and the fact that Dwayne's bike is next to his.

To me, this has always screamed that David is the most protective/most willing to fight (after Marko) of the boys. He rushes head first into any conflict the second he sees any of the boys involved/having gotten hurt. However, I don't think David blamed Michael for Markos death whatsoever. I think he solely blamed Sam and the Frogs, and, if he had convinced Michael, they would've been the ones to pay for it. Is the type of guy that only really blames those directly responsible for a conflict, and doesn't believe in guilt by association. I think David is a total extravert, simply because he and Paul are the two biggest talkers of the boys and because of how willing he is to boss others around. Also, I think David is closest to Marko, simply because the second most common name out of his mouth is Markos name. He interacts with him the most, about the same that Paul does in the movie. And the boys who are seen next to him/near him are usually Marko and Dwayne. Since he hangs out with the least talkative/introverted ones of the group, I think this just supports my theory that David is an extravert.

Paul is the one that helps Laddie down into the cave. Spends most of his fight scene talking rather than fighting, and holds Marko back in the beginning. How he protests when Michael tosses Marko. Asks Laddie to get him the rock box, and helps Dwayne lift him onto the fountain.

I think Paul is actually one of the more kinder boys, and is only second to Dwayne when it comes to taking care of Laddie/being the kindest. I will die on the hill that if Marko had been in his shoes during the fight, it might not have gone the way that it did. He's actively trying to talk Marko down in the fight at the beginning, acting as a calm voice of reason. Not to mention, even when Michael tosses Marko when going to confront David, he protests, but doesn't result to violence. He reaches his arms out, but they never land on Michael in the next scene. And instead of breaking the Frogs skulls the second he sees them, he takes away their weapons, takes time to threaten/scare, and doesn't even use his strength against them. This man can rip a door off of a car, but it looks like he's struggling against holding off both Frogs. Basically, I think he's not a fighter, and, even if he's pissed about what they did to Marko, he's showing hesitance/that he's stalling. Even when he says "you're mine", it just seems like an emotional response and/or a scare tactic. And the fact that he takes time to push them and say "no, you're next"? Major stalling vibes, but maybe he's also just a himbo that will take any opportunity to talk. The only time Paul grabs them is when the Frogs rush him, and even then he could've just let them come close and have sunk his teeth into one of them. I think that he planned more on scaring them more than anything, but was mostly either supposed to or was going to stall until all of the boys had regrouped and David could decide what to do with the Frogs/Sam. I'm not going to make a case for Paul being an extravert, because if you watch any scene with him I think it's pretty obvious.

Is one of the only active participants of the first fight, yet how he looks at Paul when he pushes him. Immediately goes off on his own/away from the others to go hang out with his birds. Never talks to Star/doesn't offer her any food. Is willing to go get the food by himself, and interacts with David/Paul the most. How he is nearly constantly watching Michael.

Most easily angered, most willing to result to violence. He literally has to be held back by Paul on the carousel scene, otherwise we don't know how far he would actually go in a situation like that. However, when pushed by Paul, he gives him a quick smile/smirk before starting his bike and resuming watching Michael. To me, this shows that rough behavior may not just be an angry thing for Marko. Perhaps, being a rougher/angrier person, play fighting can also be a way he shows/receives affection. The way he is nearly constantly watching/observing Michael and stands behind David's chair speaks to me that maybe Marko is more centralized to the group than previously thought. It can be interpreted that Marko is either always planning/scheming, or maybe he's waiting for Michael to slip up. Both can be supported by the way Marko taunts Michael. The way he distances himself from the group in the beginning makes me think that he's more introverted, with the only other member of the group doing anything like that being Dwayne. He's even fine to go get food by himself, when I know in most friend group settings at least one person would've offered to go with him, unless he preferred to go alone. He also doesn't interact with Star at all, and doesn't even offer her food. This makes me think that their relationship is strained at best, for reasons unknown, or that perhaps Marko is simply just quieter/more choosy with his inner circle than an extravert (David) would be.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys paul #paul the lost boys #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

Michael Emerson Headcannons!

-You and his mom are the only people that are allowed to call him Mikey regularly. Sam is on thin ice but he’ll allow it

-Michael does some dumb shit to try to impress you. The amount of times he’s nearly broken a bone is incredibly embarrassing

-He also shows off to try to impress you. Remember when he was lifting weights in the kitchen (or wherever he was)? He does that all the damn time when you’re around

-Whenever you’re hanging out with him in his room, Sam won’t stop bothering him and it’s pretty funny to watch Michael chase his little brother around the house

-Even though Sam bothers you guys 24/7 he thinks you’re really cool. Lucy and Grandpa like you a lot, too

-Michael Emerson is a himbo you can’t change my mind

-Grandpa has definitely given him some taxidermy and he always hides them when you come over because he doesn’t want to weird you out

-He likes giving you piggy back rides, especially when you’re out on the boardwalk with him

-He gives the SWEETEST hugs. He’ll wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on top of yours (or on your shoulder depending on the height difference)

-Fuckin’ hates bugs. Doesn’t matter what type of bug it is, he hates them all

-Keeps you FAR away from the Lost Boys. There’s no way in hell he’s letting them anywhere near you. He might trust Dwayne to give you a ride to his house but other than that, you won’t be seeing the boys very much

-You and Star however are best friends now

-Blushes very easily. You could just look in his general direction and his face would turn bright red

-His favorite movie is The Breakfast Club. He says his favorite character is Bender but it’s really Brian

-When he stays the night at your house, you guys will spend all morning watching cartoons

-His favorite used to be Count Duckula but after the whole “David is a vampire and probably has a crush on him” thing, he’ll just stick to He-man and Inspector Gadget

-Michael fucking LOVES baking with you and he’s really good at it too so if you aren’t the best baker in the world, your Mikey will gladly show you the ropes

#michael emerson #michael emerson x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys x reader

[ninja-librarian]

Ultimate conclusion of the armor sitting joke - I'm just waiting for the moment Fenton majorly screws up, and M'ma and Gandra take the Gizmoduck armor out of the bag and put him in it for a bit bc they're positive the armor couldn't screw up that much. So in the end, M'ma does have a body in the bag for a minute. 🤣

Okay, I am now totally imagining everyone trying to figure out who can and cannot fit in Fenton's bag. Probably everyone except the team himbos... Also Scrooge wondering how the bag is "bigger on the inside" (bc, you know, David Tennant...)

But I'm also CACKLING over the idea of Fenton going about his day with everything normal and then he sneezes and the bag says "Bless you" and one of the kids' heads pops up out of the bag and it nearly gives him a heart attack and he drops the bag and flails around like this little guy.

[doshmanziari]

Musical Offerings for the New Year || What is “Radical Music” in 2021?

Near the end of 2020, a bunch of musicians populating a chatroom, including myself, each submitted ten minutes’ worth of our work to another musician, Chimeratio, who generously compiled it all into a set totaling nearly ten hours.¹ The work didn’t need to be new; just what we thought might best represent our abilities/style(s) and/or perhaps what we were especially pleased with. The set premiered in late January. Since I have some tentative plans for reorienting Brick By Brick this year, while not overriding its emphases, I wanted to share that music with anyone who’s interested.

I compiled the four videos into a playlist, although you can also access them individually: here (1), here (2), here (3), and here (4). If you care to, and are on a computer, you can also view the accompanying chatlog and read people’s responses from when they were listening to the live broadcast.

The compulsion for this project was sparked by excited discussions over and usage of the term “digital fusion”, most helpfully propagated by Aivi Tran, designating a computer-based body of work that for years lacked the rooftop of a commonly agreed upon genre-name. While describing my music has never been a big concern, even if it’s usually felt impossible (what, for example, is this? or this? I dunno!), I’ve appreciated how the spread and application of this term has brought together people who may have felt isolated.²

As “digital fusion” gained designative traction, I witnessed the activity in the aforementioned chatroom explode over the course of a few days. Before, a day’s discussion might’ve been a few dozen messages; now, there were dozens of messages every half-minute. This had positive and negative ramifications, the negative being that conversations often proceeded at a pace of rapidity which precluded concentrated thought. Eventually, I bowed out because the rapidity exceeded my threshold for meaningful interaction; but I was glad that significant invigoration was going on.

I wanted to share this music also because it intersects with thoughts and talks I’ve been having stemming from the question, “What is ‘radical music’ in 2021?” This was stimulated by a 2014 talk given by the writer Mark Fisher, wherein he contends that, were we to play prominent “cutting edge” music from now to people twenty years ago, very nearly none of it would be aesthetically shocking, bizarre, or revelatory (think of playing house music to an audience in the early 1960s!). Fisher also observes a trend of returning to music which once was seen as the future -- as if, deprived of a shared prograde vision, imaginations turn hazily retrograde; ergo, genres such as synthwave or albums like Daft Punk’s Random Access Memories.

It isn’t my goal here to argue about the “end of history.” Fisher’s time-travel hypothetical, however, rings loud and true to me. Visible musical radicalism has, for at least a decade, been strictly extra-musical, in the sense of songs like “This is America” or “WAP”, where one’s response is primarily to the spectacle of the music video, the performer’s identistic markers, and/or the manner in which the lyrics intersect with (mostly US-centric) ideological hotspots. Musically, there is really nothing radical here. Any vociferous condemnations or defenses of a song like “WAP” deal in moralizing reactions to semantics or imagery: how progressive or regressive is the political aspect? how propelled or repelled are we by the word “pussy”?

It would be a mistake, and simply wrong, to assert that the only music one can enjoy escapes the parameters outlined above; and my inability to coherently categorize some of my own music hardly raises that portion to the status of radicality. But the question here pertains to what is being made, and I think that if we’re going to seriously consider the nature of truly radical music today, we do need to question if such a quality can prominently exist when our hyper-fast consumerist cycle seems to forbid not just sustained, lifelong relationships to artwork but also the local, unhurried nourishment of creative gestation. Now, in my opinion, there are good, even great, examples of radical music still being made in deep Internet-burrows, and for evidence of that I would offer some of the material contained in the linked playlists. Moreover, I’d say that this quality can exist in part because these little artistic communities are so buried.

Let me share a quote that another person shared with me recently:

For culture to shift, you need pockets of isolated humanity. Since all pockets of humanity (outside of the perpetually isolated indigenous people in remote wilderness) are connected in instantaneous fashion, independent ideas aren’t allowed to ferment on their own. When you cook a meal, you have to bring ingredients together that have had time to grow, ferment, or decompose separately. A cucumber starts out as a seed, then you mix it with the soil, water and sunlight. You can’t bring the seed, soil, water and sunlight to the kitchen from the get-go. When you throw those things in to the mixture without letting them mature, the flavor cannot stand out on its own. Same thing with art and fashion. A kid in Russia can come up with a new way to dance, gets filmed on a phone, it goes viral quickly but gets lost in the morass of all of the other multitudinous forms of dance. Sure it spread far and wide, but it gets forgotten in a week. In the past, his new art form would have been confined locally, nurtured, honed, then spread geographically, creating a distinct new cultural idiosyncrasy with a strong support base. By the time it was big enough to be presented globally, it was already a cultural phenomenon locally. This isn’t possible anymore. We’re consuming too many unripened fruits.

The main impression I have here is that radical music today will, and must be, folk music. Our common idea of folkiness might be the scrappy singer strumming a guitar, but my interpretive reference rather has to do with the idea of a music being written, first of all, for one’s self, and then shared with a small-scale community, which in turn helps the artist grow at their own pace. This transcends a dependence upon image, the primacy of acoustic instrumentation, or the signaling of sincerity versus insincerity. It is a return to the valuation of outsider art, so rare nowadays. As someone who I was recently in dialogue with wrote, “Where can you find new genuine folk music? Pretty much just with your friends, imo. Even then, the global world is so influential and seeps into any crack it can find. I think vaporwave was radical and folk for a while. Grant Forbes made that music way before the world knew about it.”

Sometimes, a lot of fuss is made over what’s seen as “gatekeeping” within certain communities. It can be, depending on the context, justifiable to question and critique this behavior. At other times, the effort of maintaining a level of exclusivity, of retaining an idiosyncratic shapeliness to the communal organism, can be a legitimate attempt to protect the personal, interpersonal, and cultural aspects from the flattening effect of monoculture. Hypothetically, I welcome the Castlevania TV series and Super Smash Bros. Ultimate having introduced new and younger demographics to Castlevania. In actuality, stuff like “wholesome sad gay himbo Alucard”, image macros, and neurotic “stan” fanfiction being what’s now first associated with the series makes me want to put as much distance as possible between my interests and those latecoming impositions.

The group-terminology David Chapman uses in his essay “Geeks, MOPs, and Sociopaths in Subculture Evolution” is kinda cringey, but some of the cultural/behavioral patterns he lays out are relevant to the topic. Give it a look. If we cross his belief that “[subcultures] are no longer the primary drivers of cultural development” with our contemporary consume-and-dispose customs, we’re left with the predicament of it’s even worth attempting to bring radical/outsider art beyond its rhizomatic habitat. This is troubling, because it would mean that artistic radicality no longer might not only refuse to but cannot encompass cultural upheaval. It would be like if dance music were invented and -- instead of progressively permeating nightlife, stimulating countercultural trends, and ultimately being adapted as the basis for pop music globally -- only were listened to via headphones by a few thousand people on their own, stimulated a group meeting once a year or two, and never affected music beyond a niche-within-a-niche. That’s a very sad picture to me.

⁂

¹ Chimeratio has also maintained an excellent blog on here dedicated to looking at videogame music written in irregular time signatures, far preceding higher-profile examinations like 8-bit Music Theory’s video on the same topic.

² For myself, creative isolation has had its uses, because it has led me down routes that are highly personalized. The isolation can be dispiriting too. Although a lot of my music is videogame-music-adjacent, almost none of it uses “authentic” technology, such as PSG synthesizers or FM synthesis; and the identification of those sounds is fairly important for recognition.

#music analysis #radicalism #digital fusion

[draconicks]

michael the himbo meets jennifer check the bimbo.

instead of falling in love, they both become close friends n jennifer spends the night at his house frequently n he listens to her rant on and on about needy not hanging out with her n other home life problems that she's having.

jennifer listens to him babble on n on about random shit, let it be about david (who she nearly killed on "accident"), sam (who she gives nail polish to), or deadass ANYTHING else. usually he's the quiet one though, he listens to her talk the night away, let's her get the thoughts off her noggin.

she scolds him on following star n laddie, (the only reason she found that out was from sam) n only stopping when he sees david. she yells at him about respect n then tells him she literally kills creeps like him, so out of both fear n shame he then began re-evaluating himself.

this then leads to her never letting him go to the Boardwalk by himself. she also threatens him, saying that if he ditches sammy by himself again, she'll actually pick him up off the ground n drop him from 20 feet.

they both work on their issues together.

jennifer makes him re-check his internalized misogyny.

michael makes her re-check her insecurities.

#michael emerson lost boys #jennifer check #michael needs to WORK ON SOME SHIT #so does jennifer but damn mike-

[rayclarke]

𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞

── There’s a new day dawning in the perilous streets of New York City. Here you’ll find (Ray Clarke) who is said to resemble (John David Washington), but is a (Thirty-seven) year old (Caporegime) swearing undying fealty to the (Clarke Family). Upon meeting them, they are (charming) and (approachable). Do not be deceived, they are also (brash) and (dense). After all, you cannot spell family without lies.

Written by Chloe. XXII. She/He/They

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

Full name: Ray James Clarke

Age: Thirty-seven

DOB: August 19th, 1984

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender & Pronouns: Cis Man | He&him

Height: 5′9

Association: Clarke Family

Education: High School Diploma

Spoken Languages: English, Mandarin, Spanish, French, Italian (semi-fluent)

Occupation: Caporegime & Owner of Mecca Motors

𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑

He’s a himbo-genius short king who barely made it through high school but found his calling as a street racer when he traveled the world. He came back and had his dad fund Mecca Motors where he provides the best auto care possible, and to help build the fastest street racing cars in the city. 

He’s an idiot, but also understands cars better than anyone else. But mostly he’s an idiot.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

There was a lot of expectations for being a son of a boss. Ray didn’t do well with expectations. Not to say he was a ‘disappointment’ either, there were just expectations that needed to be properly set when it became clear that Ray was not going to be the star son that was thought when the boy was born.

He was terrible with school. Tests were not his strong suit, Mom and Dad shelled out thousands to get him tutors just to make sure he kept his head above water. He humored them, showed up, did what he could, but hardly anything clicked.

He was more entertained by being a handful, anyways. Climbing into class through the window, sneaking off during the pep rally to fill bathrooms with frogs.

Obviously, Ray was wildly popular in high school.

College was out of the question, too, when he got his diploma, he took advantage of his college fund to travel the world. Strangely enough, it wasn’t that Ray was dumb (well.. maybe he is), because the man picked up languages like they were nothing. Spending six months in Beijing, he became nearly fluent in Mandarin. Ten months in Barcelona, he can hold a conversation in Spanish with anyone. 

He traveled for five years, learning the world and having his share of fun. It’s also where he learned to drive like a mad men. His parents had a bit too close of a leash on him for him to try street racing, but out in the world, he could do anything.

Ray came to know everything he could about cars, from the greatest minds in the world. Turns out he just needed to get his hands dirty to actually learn a thing or two. 

He was not a driver to be missed. He was ruthless, knowing how to cut in front of the rest, leaving others in his dust. By the time he came back, he had a name and reputation in the underground racing ring. His parents were less than thrilled that he had spent their money doing something that lacked class. He told them they couldn’t really be picky over what kind of crime he participates in when they’re all criminals. 

Not long after being back in New York City, Ray proposed to his father about Mecca Motors. Certainly, the family wasn’t really in the driving scene, but he always wanted them to have their passions, and this was his. By some miracle, the plan was funded.

Okay, yes, Mecca does offer excellent service and Ray makes sure that everyone that works under his is just as knowledgeable as he is, but perhaps he does host and sponsor and help build some of the fastest street cars in the city. These days, he doesn’t race as much as he did in his twenties, but sometimes he’ll find himself behind the wheel just to remind everyone who’s king of the streets.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

would love siblings in the Clarke family. They’re probably more competent than him

he’s got the attention span of a fly but probably has an ex-partner that held his attention for a while

then again, there’s PLENTY of ex hook-ups

driving buddies

general buddies

enemies ? idk he’s p harmless and p likeable but ya kno, we love beef.

#fivefamiliesnyc;intro

[andrew-is-foxy]

Foxes candy store AU

Andrew and the Foxes work at a homemade candy store and Matt’s new friend Neil comes in to see what the fuss is about.

Based on this prompt here by @a-case-for-wonder Only changes are- Renee doesn’t own the store, they’re still college students, and Kevin and Neil still play ‘a sport’. 

TW: self-harm scar mention, swearing, sparring Word Count: 2.7k 

There weren’t many things in life that Andrew enjoyed, but his job was one of them. Or, at the very least, it was something that he tolerated because it was less boring than the alternative. His therapist, Betsy Dobson, had found the job for him, saying he needed to find a daily routine, and find something he was good at. Betsy knew the owners of the homemade candy store, Abby and David Wymack, and they’d been willing to give Andrew a job even with his juvenile record. The store was managed by a young woman with curly black hair named Dan, and her boyfriend Matt manned the cash register. Out the back, Andrew had gotten his twin brother Aaron and their cousin Nicky jobs boiling and making the candy. Out the front in the display window was Andrew, his best friend Renee and her girlfriend Allison. They worked in full view of the store behind a glass window so that the customers could see what they were doing. Nicky, a marketing major, said it was a strategy to get interest from people walking past and also show the customers that it was all handmade. Andrew pulled the logs of candy and rolled it out into the small little rolls for Renee to cut, and Allison sat at the table sorting them into neat little packages and making all the displays, gift boxes and wrapping look beautiful. The owners’ son, Kevin, often haunted the store after his college classes or on his days off from training for whatever sport it was that he did. Andrew didn’t really care so he’d never paid enough attention. The only thing Kevin was good for was being eye candy and sometimes interesting enough to talk to when he wasn’t talking about sports. Aaron and Nicky knew what sport it was, seeing as though they spoke to Kevin about it when they were at the college dorms, but Andrew was more interested in passing his degree, reading, and sleeping. All the kids that worked at the candy shop were students at the state college not far away, but Andrew only associated with Renee outside of the store if he could help it, no matter that he shared a dorm with his family and Kevin.

“Did you try this one yet?” Renee asked from beside Andrew as he worked on a log of candy longer and thicker than his arms, needing to make it as thin as his fingers.

“No, not yet, but it looks like it’s watermelon,” Andrew answered. Renee was cutting up the thin rolls he’d already made that day and she held one of the wonky pieces out to him to try. He put it in his mouth, smiling a little bit at the sweet explosion in his mouth, and went back to working. Andrew loved sugar, more than he loved anything else. He would live off it if Kevin didn’t police their kitchen like it was his only goal in life. Kevin also had a habit of ransacking Andrew’s hidden stashes of candy every now and again and throwing them away. Fucking athletes.

“Yeah, watermelon,” Andrew said, rolling the candy across his tongue and into his cheek. Renee fed one to Allison and popped one into her own mouth, nodding appreciatively as she did so.

“Arms hurting yet himbo?” Allison called from the other side of Renee and Andrew flicked her the bird without looking over. Allison had called him ‘himbo’ so many times since he’d started working at the store that he’d had to Google what it meant. He’d been surprised that it meant attractive, but unintelligent man. He’d been torn between being flattered and offended, because Andrew was a lot smarter than he led people to believe. Still, it was better than being called ‘monster’, so he’d decided to let it go. The truth was Andrew’s arms weren’t hurting yet. He was good at this job because he was strong. When you’re five foot nothing at nineteen years old, you kind of need something to make you feel better about yourself which was why Andrew could nearly match Matt in the weights room. Nearly. Matt was over six foot and had been raised by a champion boxer, so he’d had a head start. While Andrew had been shuttled through the foster care system and wallowed away in juvie, Matt had been learning to box. The bell above the door jangled and Andrew looked up to see who’d come in and was unsurprised to see Kevin walking past Allison’s newly done display shelf. He barely glanced at Matt as he walked  behind the register, but he did say hello to Andrew and smiled politely to Renee, turning it into a grimace when he looked at Allison, and disappeared into the back room.

“He’s such a douche canoe,” Allison muttered. Andrew didn’t point out that the two of them used to make out at parties when they were drunk before Allison and Renee started dating.

“He looked happy today,” Renee said instead. Allison wrinkled her nose and Andrew turned back to his work.

“Kevin never looks happy. None of the monsters do,” Allison replied. Andrew resisted rolling his eyes.

“Nicky does!” Renee said, as calm and placating as always.

“Nicky doesn’t count, he’s only a monster by proxy,” Allison replied, sliding from her stool. Andrew saw her let herself out of their side door and start decorating one of the shelves with the new candy boxes she’d created. Conversation over, Allison exit stage left. Andrew didn’t miss the fond smile on Renee’s face as she watched her girlfriend. He opened his mouth to tell her to snap out of it, but the bell jangled and Andrew went back to aggressively pulling the log of candy.

“Hey, hey!” Matt said, sounding happy to see whoever had walked in. “I didn’t actually expect you to stop by!”

“I was curious about what you meant by ‘homemade candy’,” the newcomer said. His voice was deep, nice even, and Andrew found himself drawn in by it. He looked up and had to work really hard to not let a reaction show on his face. The newcomer was short, although taller than Andrew of course, and he had auburn hair just long enough to start curling around his ears. His eyes were so blue Andrew could have gotten lost in them if he wanted to. He had four thin, white scars running down one cheek clearly done with a small, sharp blade. On the other cheek, under his eye, was a round patch of healed, burned skin. Andrew hated that he was the perfect mix of handsome, and interesting. Nice features, nice voice, muscled legs, and scars that beg the question of ‘what happened to you?’ If someone that attractive could get themselves into that much trouble, he deserved the label ‘himbo’ not Andrew. Andrew’s scars were all self-inflicted, which he could argue was less stupid than having someone or something burn your face. The door between Andrew and the back room shut with a snap and Andrew jerked his head around to see who’d come out. If Nicky or Aaron were bringing out another log of candy already, he was going to have words with them, but it was just Kevin.

“Oh Neil!” Kevin said, actually smiling at the newcomer. “What are you doing here?”

“Matt told me he worked here so I thought I’d check it out,” Neil said, tilting his chin in Matt’s direction.

“I didn’t know you two were friends,” Kevin mused, situating himself at the counter beside Andrew. Andrew bit hard on the inside of his cheek and worked harder on the roll in front of him, looking at Neil out of the corner of his eye.

“We are,” Matt said, looking strangely proud. Neil smiled and Andrew looked away for a second.

“We are also roommates,” he said.

“How do you two know each other?” Matt asked from his stool behind the register.

“Neil is our freshman recruit, obviously,” Kevin answered.

“Oh right, of course,” Matt said, clearly as interested in the sport as Andrew was.

“He’s more of a soccer fan,” Neil said as if apologising for his roommate’s ignorance. Kevin grimaced as if that news personally offended him, swiping up a handful of the wonky, rejected pieces of candy, and pocketing them. Andrew knew that the small handful would be the only candy Kevin would eat that week, and the knowledge pained him. Andrew ate double that daily.

“See you at practice,” Kevin said to Neil. “And I’ll see you later,” Kevin added, looking at Andrew.

“Bye,” Andrew replied, waving him away impatiently, grateful to have room again. Not elbowing Kevin when he’s standing that close to Andrew working was a chore he couldn’t really be bothered with. Kevin left the store without a backward glance or saying goodbye to anyone else, and Andrew didn’t hold that against him.

“Good to know he’s an asshole all the time and not just on the court,” Neil said to Matt who laughed.

“You have no idea. He’s nice to Andrew, and that’s about it,” Matt responded. Andrew looked up at his name and met Neil’s eyes. Neil smiled at him and did the stupid male nod thing and Andrew looked away.

“Did you want to try some free samples?” Renee asked Neil, sliding some more of the multicoloured rejects into one of Allison’s boxes that hadn’t worked. She passed them to Andrew who held them in Matt’s direction because there was a glass wall in the way of him and Neil.

“Um, okay,” Neil said, sounding dubious. He took the box and popped one into his mouth. Andrew didn’t miss the immediate, full body wince at he crunched the rock hard candy between his teeth straight away making Andrew cringe. He swallowed the shards quickly and put the box down in front of the register, looking severely unimpressed and a little bit embarrassed. “That is too sweet,” he explained. Matt laughed, but Andrew stopped working to openly stare incredulously at him. It’s a fucking candy store, what did he expect. Matt used his finger to rifle through the pieces and pulled out a blueberry one.

“The watermelon is a bit obnoxious, but try this one. It’s a little less sweet and more… sour? Kind of,” he explained. Neil looked traumatised, but he took the piece between his finger and thumb and put it in his mouth. The reaction was less intense, and he managed to suck it for a more than five seconds before wincing and crushing it between his teeth again to get it out of his mouth.

“Too sweet still,” Neil said, pushing the box away further. Matt went looking for a third piece of candy, but Andrew was getting annoyed now. He went over to the register, snatched the box from Matt and ignored his undignified ‘hey!’

“It’s a candy store dipshit,” Andrew said to Neil. “Everything is sweet, that’s the point. Just don’t eat any of it,” he snapped. Neil raised his eyebrows, but it was the smile tugging at his lips that threw Andrew for a loop. Usually, when Andrew got mad at someone, that someone cowered or apologised or reacted, rightfully so, with fear. The only person who didn’t react with fear was Aaron, and that was because his twin reacted with anger in return. Nobody smiled at him.

“That is the plan, thanks,” Neil replied easily. Andrew stalked back to his spot and gave Renee back the box.

“The monster strikes again,” Allison said cheerily from her place at the shelves.

“Monster?” Neil asked, surveying Andrew with his chilling blue eyes. Andrew schooled his features to impassivity and went back to work. “I don’t think he’s a monster,” was all Neil said before turning back to Matt. Andrew deposited the sentence into the back of his mind to think about later. How would he know?

“You going to be out late tonight?” Matt asked.

“Nah, I’ll be home straight after training,” Neil said. “Just because I don’t like the candy, doesn’t mean this isn’t a pretty cool job,” he added. Andrew felt his eyes on him, but he didn’t look up.

“Thanks, I like it,” Matt agreed. Neil laughed and Andrew decided he liked the noise, which meant he also hated it.

“See you tonight,” Neil said.

“Yeah, thanks for stopping by,” Matt said, genuinely meaning it judging by the happiness in his voice. Andrew glanced up and caught Neil’s eyes again.

“I will do just that,” Neil said, giving Andrew a smile that made Andrew want to punch him. Or kiss him. Or maybe punch him and then kiss him.

“Bye!” Matt said as Neil backed towards the door.

“See you, and Andrew?” Neil said, making eye contact again, “It was nice meeting you.” Andrew didn’t warrant that with a reply, even though something in his stomach stirred. Attraction, butterflies, whatever you wanted to call it. It made Andrew want to peel his skin off. Kevin was hot. Rolland, the bartender Andrew fucked around with some weekends, was easy and obedient (mostly). Andrew hadn’t felt actual, genuine attraction stirring in his stomach for a very long time, at least not chased by hot lashes of desire and lust. This was just simple, innocent, followed merely by curiosity. Andrew was not impressed.

That afternoon, after Aaron and Nicky had turned off and cleaned all the equipment out the back, Matt had counted all the money, Allison had swept and tidied the front of the store, and Renee had helped Andrew clean the display workspace, Dan shut off the lights and locked the store behind them. “You coming back to the dorm? I’m starving!” Nicky asked Andrew. Andrew had been simmering on his encounter with Neil all afternoon and hand pulling candy ropes hadn’t been enough of a distraction. He turned to Renee who was watching him calmly.

“Do you want to…?” she asked, leaving the question open ended. Andrew knew what she was asking, and he really, really did.

“Yes,” he said. She smiled and nodded.

“I’ll meet you in the dorm parking lot in half an hour?” She asked. Andrew nodded and got in his car with Aaron and Nicky. Renee and Allison climbed into Allison’s car, and Dan and Matt went to a restaurant further down the street for dinner.

“I’ll leave dinner in the fridge for you,” Nicky said quietly from the passenger seat. Andrew didn’t answer, but he knew Nicky would do it anyway.

Half an hour later, he met Renee in the parking lot and they went around the back of the building and down a rarely used path to their frequented sparring place. Renee and Andrew made quick, careful work of wrapping their hands after removing their shoes and circled each other familiarly. Renee made the first move and Andrew parried it easily, going for a hit in her stomach that she dodged on nimble feet. After an hour, they were both sore and adequately beaten up and they sank to the floor beside each other to gingerly unwrap their hands. Andrew knew Renee wouldn’t ask why Andrew needed the fight, but part of him wanted to tell her anyway. He didn’t, but he knew she would work it out with his question.

“Do you think you could talk to Abby and Wymack about maybe introducing a new flavour?”

“I can certainly try, what flavour do you have in mind?” She asked, wincing a little as she moved. Andrew had hit her really quite hard in the side of her ribs that was going to be a proper bruise before she went to bed that night. To be fair, Andrew’s lip was split and his shoulder was still numb from her last punch.

“Lemon or liquorice,” Andrew said, packing his sparring equipment into a bag. He didn’t miss Renee’s smile as she spoke.

“They’re not very sweet flavours,” she mused.

“No, they’re not,” he agreed.

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate it,” she teased. If they weren’t sat on the floor already unequipped, he would have swung at her for that. As it was he just glared at her and her smile grew. “I’ll talk to Abby and Wymack tomorrow,” she promised.

“Don’t tell anyone it was my idea,” he warned.

“It’s nobody else’s business,” Renee agreed.

#aftg #all for the game #andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #renison #matt boyd #dan wilds #allison reynolds #nicky hemmick #aaron minyard #kevin day #renee walker

[duhragonball]

Battle Tendency Liveblog: JJBA Ch. 94-98

This is the first part of the “Joseph vs. Wammu” arc. 

Is it “Whammu” or “Wammu”?    I just looked it up and you drop the “h” I guess.

Here’s some background on the mansion Kars has been using as a base.    I get the impression that it’s a real building in St. Moritz, Switzerland, which leads me to imagine Hirohiko Araki visiting Switzerland in the 80′s and being inspired by the sights.    Then again, I’m not even sure this is a real building.

Messina’s injured and Caesar’s dead, so it’s down to just Joseph and Lisa.  They want to track down Wammu before he heals up from the Caesar fight, but instead they run into some new asshole named “Wired Beck.”   I always assumed he was named after the Beck who did the song “Loser” in the 90′s, but no, it was Jeff Beck, who made the album “Wired”.   This led me to wonder what the other Beck’s first name is, and it turns out that is his first name.  His full name is “Beck David Hansen”. 

It’s been like... 28 days?  Since The Pillar Men spared Joseph in Rome, and while he and Caesar were training, the Pillar Men have also been busy creating vampires with the Stone Mask.  Wired Beck was a fugitive murderer before they got ahold of him. 

Joseph is all set to fight the guy, but Lisa steps in and kills him instead, doing one of those awesome “I killed you so fast that you don’t even know what hit you” attacks.   Joseph is amazed and somewhat surprised by her fighting skills, which I don’t understand because he’s been training under her for three weeks.   Like, Beck didn’t take Lisa seriously either, but he just met the lady, so I get that.  

And when they finally find Wammu, he praises Lisa Lisa for noticing that there’s a lot of other people in the room with them.   But he still adds “-for a woman!” to his assessment.   You’d think a 12,000 year old Pillar Man, who thinks his kind is superior to humans, would rise above this sort of sexism.   Or maybe I’ve got it backwards, and it’s exactly because he’s a 12,000 year old supremacist that Wammu’s attitude is so backward.

Anyway, Kars is here too, and so are like a hundred vampires.   Like Wired Beck, they’re all loyal minions of Kars and Wammu, just hanging off the ceiling and waiting for orders.   Joseph and Lisa could kill a few vampires without any trouble, as we’ve just seen, but this is just too many.   They’re trapped and they know it.   

To Joseph’s credit, he tries to set up a string to trap all of them at once, but there’s too many eyes watching.   Wammu asks Kars to let him fight Joseph one-on-one, but Kars is done with that shit.  He just wants the Red Stone of Aja, and he sees no reason to wait around.   But then Lisa tells him that she has the Stone in a secret location, and if she or Joseph don’t check in with it by a prearranged time, a bomb will go off to destroy it.  It’s a bluff, and Kars knows it’s a bluff, but he’s too obsessed with the Stone to take the risk.  

There’s a lot of shots of Lisa Lisa acting cool in this part of the story, probably because we’re running out of other characters.    I preferred the anime Lisa Lisa to the manga design, because I liked how she looks like the cover art to Duran Duran’s Rio “album”.   Compared to that, the manga Lisa looks a bit... understated.   But I’ve come to appreciate that understated look.   Joseph uses his boisterous personality to help draw attention away from his tricks.    But while he’s making a scene, Lisa Lisa just adopts this stone cold poker face and dares anyone to call her bet.  She knows how badly Kars wants the stone, and she knows that Kars understands how badly she wants to keep it from him.  Why should she be bluffing about this?   Leaving the stone in such a situation sounds like a smart play.   Kars thinks she’s just being desperate, except she doesn’t look desperate, does she?

Lisa proposes a wager to break the standoff: She and Joseph will fight Kars and Wammu for control of the Red Stone of Aja.  Nice and simple.   Kars accepts, not so much because he accepts her bomb story, but because it gives them a chance to avenge Esidisi.    He asks Wammu to chose a battleground, then sends Joseph to fetch the Stone while they keep Lisa as a hostage.

Wammu’s choice is a place called “Skeleton Heel Stone”.   If I understand him correctly, it was something like a Swiss answer to Stonehenge, but later on it became a gladiatorial arena.

Joseph heads back to St. Moritz to get the stone, and carries Messina back with him.  Okay, so about Messina.   Wammu lopped off his arm outside the mansion, but when Caesar entered the mansion to chase after Wammu, he found Messina lying inside, like someone had carried him in.  So how did that happen?  I can only guess Messina brought himself indoors, but that doesn’t sound like something he would do, since he knew the mansion was enemy ground.

Back at the hotel, Joseph finds the Red Stone of Aja in Lisa’s luggage, but he also discovers an old photo from 1889.   There’s Speedwagon, his grandmother Erina Joestar, and... Straizo?   Holding a baby?!    Of course, anyone who knows Phantom Blood knows that this photo represents the all the survivors from the Part 1 cast.   The baby is the same one Erina rescued before Jonathan sank the ship to stop Dio.   But Joseph has no idea about any of that.   He had heard of Straizo before their fight in New York, but he didn’t know much.

Here’s a nice shot of Skeleton Heel Stone.    It’s supposed to be near the foot of Piz Bernina, along the Italian/Swiss border.  

Joseph arrives with the Stone, and holds up a match to it to demonstrate it’s amplification powers.   Satisfied that it’s the genuine article, Kars agrees to proceed with their contest.

In the meantime, Lisa deduces that Joseph saw the photo in her suitcase, and explains that she was the baby in the photo.  Erina saved her from the sinking ship, but since she was pregnant with Joseph’s father, she entrusted Lisa’s care to Straizo.  That’s how she learned the Ripple and came into possession of the Red Stone of Aja.  Joseph is more confused that Lisa looks as young as she does when she must be fifty years old.

And once again, Joseph finds himself empathizing with others.   He had always seen Lisa Lisa as a cold, hardnosed instructor, but now he’s imagining how difficult Straizo’s betrayal must have been for her.  

Never mind that shit!  Here come vampire horses!   Joseph asks the same thing we’re all wondering: What the Fuck?   It’s actually quite simple, really.  To prepare for this event, the Pillar Men used the Stone Masks on some horses.   The vampire goons can barely control them.

What I want to know is where Kars found all these silly Roman soldier uniforms for all of these guys.   Like I said before, it’s been about a month since they woke up in Rome, but I get the feeling that all Kars did was find a new home and dress up his new vampire henchmen in silly clothes.   

The idea is that Wammu will be fighting Joseph in an old-fashioned chariot race, but Joseph thinks the use of vampire horses is an unfair advantage for Wammu.   But they explain that the reins will conduct Hamon, so Joseph should be able to control them with a light Ripple.   O... kay?  Lisa Lisa verifies this, but it still seems kind of goofy.  

Kars orders the battle to begin with the moon appears out of the clouds, but Joseph seems more interested in clearing his chariot wheels.   That makes Lisa nervous, until...

... the race begins and Wammu’s chariot gets stuck.    While everyone else was watching the moon, Joseph was tossing crap in front of Wammu’s chariot to slow him down.   

Look at this big tricky himbo, he’s great.

So the way this works is that there’s a pillar on the racetrack, and there’ll be a weapon hanging from it for the riders to take.   Joseph wants to get a head start so he can have his choice of weapon.    This is because one of them is a big old warhammer, and he’s worried about what Wammu could do with such a thing if he got his hands on it.    However, if Joseph could cover it in oil, he could charge it with Hamon and really give Wammu a hard time.  

And Joseph pulls it off!   He nearly loses his grip on the thing, but it catches on the ring on his finger.   Incidentally, this is the antidote ring that Caesar secured for him earlier.   Joseph has decided that he won’t drink the antidote until he’s beaten Wammu, so he’s wearing it on his pinky instead.   So Joseph seems really confident that all he needs is the warhammer to win this thing.    So why is this (Pillar) man smiling?

#jojo's bizarre adventure #battle tendency #joseph joestar #wammu #lisa lisa #kars #robert e o speedwagon #erina joestar #straizo #wired beck

[felsdumpsterfire]

Rockstar! MC3 x Benten music headcannons pretty please??

 OK“Art/Headcannons(whatever you like most): Rockstar!P3x Benten please...” -Anon

OIDKJDKSLDF, I COULDN’T FUCKING FIND THE OTHER ASK FOR THIS AND I ALMOST CRIED, BROOOOOOO--

Anyway, spoiler alert I found it, and boy are you speaking to my heart with rockstar! MC3, I love rock soooooo much!! It’s helped me through a lot ;0;

ANYWAY, ANYWAY, ONTO THE HEADCANONS (also put under the cut for length! I- I went over board,,, soooryyyyyy)

Rockstar! Protag 3 x Benten

So just to preface, I have,,,, VOICE HEADCANONS! Specifically singing voice headcanons!

So I feel Protag 3′s singing style and voice would be very similar to Blu Stahli; the guy has a very beautiful voice with a lot of energy and he has an amazing amount of control of it. Two good examples are his two versions of ULTRAnumb!

I also feel like he looks up to a wide variety of rock bands ((and other bands/singers/musicians in general, I’m just focusing on rock ones for now! (or the Housamo universe equivalent of them lmaoooo)), like:

Rammstein- he lives for this dudes growl! He also loves how their music has so much meaning in the lyrics, and thanks to Protag 1 he doesn’t need a translation anymore! He can just mellow out and sink into the music, it’s amazing. Speaking of the meaning in the music, he’ll watch the music videos over and over and over again, just to make sure that he didn’t miss anything.

Within Temptation- He had a mega crush on Sharon Janny den Adel- she’s super pretty ok??? And her voice???? Fucking SUPERB

Miyavi- He really loves the hype that Miyavi puts into his music, he also is just,,,,, so in love with this guy’s voice!

Starset- Absolutely, 100000% also had a crush on Dustin Bates; he loves the passion in their music and the story in each of them. He also loves how romantic they can be despite the stereotypes that come with the music, it makes him ecstatic and their music lifts him up when he feels bummed out

Chevelle- This was one of the bands that originally got him into rock in the first place. The emotion in the songs, Pete Loeffler’s voice- just everything about this band took his breath away and he was hooked ever since

Benten, and yes, if you were here for the entire “what songs remind us of Benten thread” then I hardcore headcanon her songs having a very Paramore mixed with Avril Lavigne vibe; also I think out of the two she’d sound more like Avril-

Benten also looks up to a lot of singers, though they tend to revolve around more 2000′s and alt groups:

Linkin Park- A huuuge influence on her and a band that helped her get through a lot of slumps in her middle school and high school years and when she was first starting out in the rock world, they were also a really big motivator for her. She was devastated when Chester passed away and held a dedication for him, defiantly sang one of his songs (which she killed); it was most likely One More Light or Castle of Glass.

Bring Me the Horizon- SHE HAD A BIG OOOOOOL’ CRUSH ON OLIVER SKYES OK???? THE HAIR, THE TATTOOS, THAT VOICE? MMMMMM- SHE WAS HOOKED

U2- hooooly shit, my dude, she loves them sooooo much, she just loved how atmospheric their music could be

Muse- Very similar to why she likes U2; she also really loves the lead singer’s voice, it soothes her a lot. Her favorite song by them in Madness

Green Day- Ok, this one is kind of a given- have you seen her style???? She looks up to them, they were a major player in her falling in love with rock

Disturbed- TWO WORDS: DAVID DRAIMAN. HIS VOICE???? CHEF’S KISSES- Amazing. Superb. Good food. She lives for this band and absolutely loves the shit out of them 

Ok, onto the relationship!

I feel like Benten was the first to notice Protag 3 since I feel like he was a rising star in the Rock world and it pissed her off to no end because it felt like this dude was just doing it seamlessly

She felt extremely cheated, because it took blood, sweat, and tears for her to get to where she is now, and this dude- this newbie- who barely started a few months prior was already making number ones and shit

And thus he became her unknowing rival 

They don’t meet until their at a rock concert festival where they’re both performing and when Benten catches wind of this, she is so ready to rip this dude to shreds with her music prowess. She’s ready to take names and show Protag 3 up

But when she meets him, it all..... kinda goes down the drain.

Because

A) This dude is an absolute sweetheart, like, he’s so humble and sweet despite him towering a good foot and couple of inches over her (The guy can look Ifit in the eye, that’s scary enough)

And B) He is absolutely gushing over the band. He’s so excited, he honestly reminds her of a puppy- but he’s jumping from band member to band member, shaking their hands, being all around really sweet and showering them all in compliments

Then, he gets to Benten and he shoots into this long winded thank you for writing music and performing and he hopes that he can reach her level one day and preform by her side 

And dangit-

How do you hate a dude like that? You’re a monster, that’s what. An asshole, he’s sweet, how could you? 

Anyway, it’s crush at first sight for her because omg, he’s adorable and I have to smooch him at least once

And that’s how Protag 3 and Benten’s relationship begins

Once they do get together, Protag 3 is a very openly affectionate person with his partners in general, and it throws Benten for a bit of a loop sometimes. It takes her a bit to get used to all the sudden affection that is handed to her by this big ol’ god of a rockstar- but once she does she. is. H O O K E D.

Benten buys Protag 3 gifts, she’s a borderline sugar mama, I ain’t gonna lie. She likes to provide, that’s all. And she has the money for it- especially if it’s for her adorable himbo of a boyfriend, then anything is on the table. 

Protag 3 has gotten particularly internet famous due to Benten taking so many photos of him and posting them on all her social medias. This dude has an angel face and when he smiles it’s like God has come down himself- it also helps that he’s super nice? He’s the biggest teddy bear out there. And Benten was a little jealous of all the attention he was getting at first and then she stumbled upon his Insta and, there’s so many photos of them together and everyone is gushing over them and it’s just,,,, it melts her heart.

Benten get’s jealous easily, she is by far the more possessive of the two- and it’s not like she doesn’t trust Protag 3- she just doesn’t trust other people, it also doesn’t help that he’s the sweetest thing on the face of the Earth- what if someone stole him? What would she do then??????

So, she defiantly clings to his arm and sticks her tongue out at people who are getting a tad too touchy with him

I’ve headcanoned before, but Protag 3 doesn’t get jealous- it’s nearly impossible- but what he does do, it get protective. So it fans are pushing at Benten just a little too hard, he will defiantly take a step in front of her and give ‘em a look that says: ‘back the fuck up’

These two sing to each other if the other is stressed or they just can’t go to sleep and they’re exhausted

They really enjoy doing duets together and their voices mesh pretty well- it’s really sweet and it makes their souls hum

Benten really likes to play with Protag 3′s piercings. Specifically his lip and nipple piercings

It flusters the fuck out him, but as long as she’s having a good time, it’s fine  

They’re really each other’s biggest fans and it’s fucking cute as hell, dude, so cute

Bonus! Art:

#IDNKABDNS #THIS IS SO FUCKING LONG #I really wentover board ;0; #i couldn't control myself #it was so much fun?????? #aaaaaaahh #give me more rockstar asks #pls #i beg of you #;0; #Rockstar Au #rockstar au #housamo #tokyo afterschool summoners #answered! #thank you anons! #thank you anon! #not a reblog #headcanons #ship headcanons #Benten #protagonist 3

[apricotbread]

solid snake/otacon headcanons

Who accidentally pushes a door instead of pulling / vice-versa:

Snake has accidentally done this, especially on his missions, more times than he cares to admit.  Especially when in a rush, who has time to notice those pesky details?!  I can imagine him trying to shove a “pull” door open, only to mildly body slam it and become embarrassed, pulling it open quickly and reddening at Otacon’s soft laughter over his earpiece.  It became such a frequent occurrence that Otacon made a habit of telling David on his missions whether a door was push or pull one when he had to rush to escape a mission. What can I say?  Otacon loves his himbo boyfriend.

Who doodles little hearts all over the desk with their initials inside them:

It’s Otacon!  When he finds his mind wandering from his work and to Dave, he’ll smile quietly to himself and doodle their initials (H+D) in hearts on the margins of his papers.  Much to his dismay, he's had to explain it to his superiors more than once.  (”I-It stands for Hydrogen plus dielectric constant!” ...Luckily they didn’t have the knowledge to dispute him).

Who starts the tickle fights:  

Honestly, Hal was inspired by one of his animes one day to try to tickle Dave.  He thought it would be a playful and fun way to show his affection, and while he did achieve this objective, he also found out a revolutionary secret of Snake: he was remarkably ticklish.  After Snake was on the floor, wheezing out spent giggles and red in the face, he launched a straight up tickle revenge war on Otacon.  So while Otacon likes to start tickle fights, he must always be wary of Snake’s revenge.  He usually thinks it’s worth it anyways, even after being tickled senseless, just to see Snake looking so cute.

Who starts the pillow fights:

Snake, 100% Snake.  He’ll stare at Hal while in bed, huffing out air in dismay as Hal remains engrossed in whichever anime or video game he’s currently obsessed with (he’s very fond of Animal Crossing) and toss a pillow at him.  This nearly always results in Hal, not very pleased to be distracted, retaliating with a badly aimed pillow of his own.  This will usually escalate into a pillow fight war, and afterwards, they’re always content to snuggle.  Depending on who won, they might resume Hal’s anime or video gaming.

Who falls asleep last, watching the other with a small affectionate smile :

Hal has always been a slow sleeper, always finding it evasive and hard to pin down, especially when stressed.  Meanwhile, he wagers David could sleep through a hurricane (thinking on it, David actually has), and his career as a soldier meant he had to be able to sleep anywhere he could and at any time he could spare.  So he’ll watch Snake, normally a stoic and kinda intimidating looking man, sleep like a rock, with his gentle expression and closed eyes that soften his hard features.  It makes Hal smile and want to squeeze him, but he wouldn’t, instead settling for placing a soft kiss on the other’s forehead and trying to sleep.

Who mistakes salt for sugar :

Snake.  He doesn’t have too much experience cooking, and often gets so caught up in making sure his measurements are right, that he has all the ingredients, etc, that he doesn’t check.  He also doesn’t taste as he goes along like Hal does, because he likes the surprise factor in seeing how his dessert turned out.  Unfortunately, he’ll sometimes be miffed about committing the salt instead of sugar crime upon tasting his dish.  Hal still eats it to try to soothe Snake’s pouty face.

Who lets the microwave play the loud beeping sound at 1 am in the morning :

Hal.  This small anime man will be up at ungodly hours of the night trying to microwave himself some sustenance, forgetting about other people in the house (Snake) who are asleep, like normal people should be.  Snake is too sneaky and quiet to let that shrill microwave noise pierce the quiet anyways.

Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines :

Snake looooves to search up cheesy pick up lines and try them out on Hal, loving how easy he is to fluster.  Snake has difficulties being romantic or expressing his affectionate feeling in a direct manner, so communicating them with half-joking pickup lines lets him genuinely compliment Hal and not spontaneously combust at the same time.  

Who rearranges the bookshelf in alphabetical order :

Hal, because if he didn’t do this, he’d never be able to find his mangas among hundreds of them.  Snake just haphazardly tosses his novels and nature books onto shelves.  Hal is a very meticulous person, so he’ll sometimes organize David’s books for him just so he doesn’t have to see that mess.  David, eternally grateful, will try to keep it neat for as long as he can (like 1 month max).

Who buys candles for dinner even though there’s no special occasion:

Sometimes, David will be struck by a surge of giddiness and desire to show his affection for Otacon, and will pick up candles and wine on his drive home to surprise Otacon with a romantic dinner, all the while fumbling with his words because as much as he’s used to suppressing his emotions, he really want to show his love.  Otacon sometimes wants to call Snake adorable, but represses the urge to knowing that it would probably end up with a red and spluttering David saying how he is not.

#Solid Snake #Otacon #Otasune #mgs #Snotacon #david & hal #metal gear solid #i am a sap for these fools