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jen-with-a-pen · 2 years

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Honeysuckle ❀ I

SERIES ❀ NEXT

summary: You and Bucky have been holed up in your apartments, forever in workaholic mode. As annoying as it might seem, Sam might be a good wingman after all.

pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings: fluff, oblivious idiots in love, Sam "Wingman" Wilson, touches, stolen glaces, totally-platonic-and-totally-not-romantic date

word count: 1.35k

a/n: Thank you all again for the response to Dirty Dishes! This lil beauty has been in my drive for a couple of weeks now. hope you all like it :) a/n 03/2024: hi! i have gone through and rewritten and reformatted a few parts in the fic in order to make it flow better and to ensure it has all-inclusive language in it (this was one of my first fics in the fandom and was not as educated as i am now.) if there are any mistakes, please feel free to DM me and kindly let me know :)

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“Hey, Buck, didn’t think we’d see ya today!” A voice called from the couch.

Sam smiled enthusiastically, waggling his brow at the brooding brunette who sulked through the common area. He was quite the sight to see, especially since he’d resorted to hermit status for the last couple of months, his appearance unchanged: the same messy, chocolate hair thrown up haphazardly in a ponytail, same thread-bare t-shirt with a couple of coffee stains, same sweatpants with–

What kind of stain was THAT?

Truth be told, Bucky Barnes had been cooped up in his Tower apartment for what seemed like a whole year, even if it was only March. Exceptions, however, included the gym, a few missions he supervised, and Steve’s apartment across the hall. He all but became a local cryptid.

Bucky’s behavior hadn’t seemed concerning until around Christmas. Steve became worried after New Year’s. Bruce attempted to intervene around Valentine’s. And Tony was the one to offer the tropical getaway around Saint Patrick’s– although, that was more for Tony’s sake than Bucky’s.

Sam sipped on his coffee, rolling his eyes at the dirty glance Bucky shot at him. Smiling into his mug, Sam sighed.

“Buck, you know I’m playin’,” Sam reassured, “but I do think you should go outside today. It’s nice out, even for New York.” He gestured like a game show girl to the gigantic, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. The morning sun’s golden rays spread throughout the common area and attached kitchen. Like some cruel prank, a lazy cloud ambled out of the way, allowing a beam of light to shine right into Bucky’s line of sight. He cursed, shielding his eyes with a plated arm. Sighing, he looked to Sam, who shrugged.

“Just sayin,’ you could do with goin’ outside. Breathe some air. Touch some grass.”

Eliciting a scoffed chuckle from Bucky, Sam grinned back into his coffee successfully. A brief silence fell between the two before another set of footsteps approached. You shuffled in, yawning and stretching stiff arms over your head. Tired, half-lidded eyes locked onto one target– the coffee maker.

“‘Mornin’, Sam. Bucky,” you mumbled, padding into the kitchen. Sam observed you move past Bucky, who suddenly seemed instantly more awake while nursing his coffee, eyed you as you made yours on the adjacent counter. Hiding behind his mug, he watched as you concocted your drink the way he came to memorize it after your first week of living there: medium-dark brew, two sweeteners, a hell of a lot of ice, and the creamer in the red bottle you keep nestled in the back of the fridge.

While waiting for the machine to start brewing, you reached into the cupboard to grab your sweeteners, your thrift store sleep shirt riding slightly above your hips.

Bucky choked on his coffee.

You swiveled your head in his direction. Without a second thought, you yanked his mug from him, placing it on the counter behind him before whacking him on the back. After a couple of hits, he caught his breath and turned to face the fridge to his other side, hiding the blooming pink creeping up his cheeks. A cough and a tight-lipped ‘thank you’ later, you were back to quietly finishing your coffee .

Sam, with his front-row seat on the couch, began to think. Soon, his lips morphed from a polite smile into a mischievous grin.

“Hey, Honeysuckle,” Sam called. You perked up, raising a brow at him. “Whaddya got goin’ on today?”

“Oh, um, just finishing up some masters work and mission paperwork,” you shrugged. Another slurp. You felt a flutter in your chest cavity, swearing you saw Bucky turn and slowly slide his baby blues up and down your figure. Instinctively, you pulled the arm across your chest a little tighter– a half-assed attempt to conceal the butterflies beginning their usual ritual around Bucky.

“Interesting,” Sam nodded, “well, my friend Bucky there isn’t doing anything and was wonderin’ if you’d like to go wander Manhattan with him on this lovely spring day.”

Now it was your turn to choke on your coffee.

Bucky immediately, albeit also instinctually, shot Sam a wide-eyed, what-the-hell-are-you-doing, dagger-loaded glare over his shoulder as he attempted to, in turn, remedy your choking fit. Sam’s grin grew as you regained your composure, looking from him to Bucky and back again.

“His treat, too.”

“Oh!” you responded, looking to the super soldier standing in front of you. He locked eyes with you, searching as he bit his lip with an upturned brow, silently begging you to say yes.

Your expression softened, but your heart didn't.

“I’d, um, I’d actually like that.” Bucky blanched. You swallowed a giggle. “When, uh, when do you wanna go?” You asked Sam while keeping your gaze on Bucky.

“How ‘bout in an hour?”

“Ah– Sure!”

Before Bucky could get a word in, you rushed out of the kitchen.

Once you were out of earshot, he spun abruptly toward the living room.

“Why. Did. You. Do. That,” he growled through gritted teeth.

Sam grinned.

“You both are depressed, introverted, twenty-four-seven workaholics who never leave their dungeons,” he remarked, rising from the couch and wandering into the kitchen. He placed his empty mug in the sink and clasped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder, meeting his hardened gaze with sincerity.

“Plus, I see the way you look at her, man. It is definitely not subtle. Now, go take a shower, get dressed, and go take that girl out.” He turned to leave, adding, “Oh, and brush your damn hair.”

Bucky just stood there, mouth agape, prepared to say something, but nothing came. He eventually concluded right there in the kitchen he might as well listen to Sam at that point.

What did he have to lose?

The knock at your door all but made you jump out of your skin. Truth be told, you were actually ready thirty minutes after you made a mad dash back to your apartment in a frenzy to get ready and not look like something that crawled out from the Black Lagoon. You were physically ready, but spent the remainder of the time mentally preparing yourself.

For a ‘date.’

With Bucky.

Had it really been an hour already?

Looking into the mirror the umpteenth time, you smoothed down your favorite sundress, checked for lipstick in your teeth, and gave yourself one last pep talk.

It’s not a date. He’s just a friend. This doesn’t mean anything.

An anxious, shaky sigh left your lungs as you headed for the door. A trembling hand grabbed the handle and turned, slowly opening it. You were half-hoping you were only hearing things and half hoping he wasn’t there yet.

The door swung open and you were greeted with a soft smile and kind eyes. Bucky stood in your doorway, one hand shoved in a jean pocket while his plated one carded through dark chocolate hair– which he, surprisingly, wore down for once. Underneath his bomber jacket, a gray t-shirt struggled against his broad, hard chest.

You forgot how to breathe for a second.

“Hey, you uh, you ready?”

You snapped out of initial shock and nodded a little too excitedly. Closing the door behind you, the lump in your throat threatened to cut off your oxygen supply as you both headed for the elevators in awkward tandem. The doors slid open in a matter of seconds, almost as if they were expecting you. You’d talk to F.RI.D.A.Y. about that later. You’re about to ask him where he’s taking you when a light hand slipped onto the middle of your back, leading you into the mirrored interior of the elevator. For a split second, you felt Bucky’s hand all but graze the hem of your dress and the tender skin of your thigh as he pressed the button for the lobby and quickly shoved his hands right back into his pockets.

You forgot how to breathe and speak; your mantra from before, tossed out the window.

It is a date. He’s hot. This means everything.

So much for the pep talk. You were never good at those, anyway.

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pilferingapples · 4 years

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Bahorel!

Hahah OH BOY

First impression

Strange that Victor Hugo, Famous Dead French Writer Guy, chose to attack me personally?!? Just. the attitude. the background. the explicit sartorial warfare. Amazing.

Impression now

Strange That French Romanticism, Famous 19C Artistic Movement, Chose to Attack Me, Personally?!? As in just the more context and history I learn the deeper the character gets and also even more targeted to Me Personally?? God the fandom community feels alone--!!! I need. Another question than these to talk about it all properly?!?

I said way long ago that the thing that strikes me about Bahorel is that he’s always More--More Drama More Revolution More Energy, All Dials Set To Eleventy and Snapped Off -- and that is still true!

Favorite moment

the Lent Notice scene THE LENT NOTICE SCENE good GRIEF will I ever run out of things to say about it!! The levels of Symbolism! The politics!! The historical relevance! The sheer character tells for him and Enjolras and Gavroche and the current fight all at once!!!

Idea for a story

**promptly forgets every idea I’ve ever had and future ones also**

--there is a fairly serious one I’ve been turning over for a while around him, Enjolras, and Feuilly having to briefly hide with Bahorel’s Terrible Monarchist Brother Who Secretly Lives in Paris (Oh The Shame to the Family, He’s Gone Respectable) and dealing rather heavily with the general concepts of family and ideals

-- there is a considerably less serious one involving an Emergency Mobilization of a tiny Romantic Army for politics reasons but Mostly Because Everyone In This Room Wants to Punch An Authority FOR GLORY AND BIG MOODS, COME ON FRIENDS in which the major underlying theme is COSPLAYER RIOT and also a younger-and-more-srsface Enjolras having to deal with the fact that this is, at the moment, The Army To Hand For This Purpose

Unpopular opinion

wow what is even popular or unpopular any more in our Tiny Fandom Barricade

he wears glasses for reading and close work like sewing or writing ; he can do without them but he gets a headache if he reads or such for too long without them He doesn’t wear them when he’s not doing close work and for a long time, not so much out of vanity (he is aware he looks Very Good with them Actually) but because if he does wear them just Around he will absolutely lose them and then he can’t read for long and he will Die

also IDEK where it is on the popular/unpopular scale anymore but: he’s not socially or emotionally incompetent! being Good At Social is in fact his thing! I am currently smothering a whole tangent on this because it’s been forever on answering this but I am Opinions about it!!

Favorite relationship

I mean with Gavroche obviously, I can and will go on about it at essay length, I have a fairly substantial tag about them. But oh my god , I don’t think I’ve ever been so invested in a more canon-tragic relationship?? The more often I’ve read the book the more I’ve come to appreciate how well set up it is and how many parallels they have and how much they have to offer each other! And they even seem to know it! And then they get all of one day to start coming together and then BOOM, DEATH. DOUBLE DEATH. And ... I don’t know, more than anything else at the barricade it hits me with the loss of potential that death brings? yes, the Amis all have so much happening and so much going on and so much to live for, but they’ve also been doing it for a while; and in a way this is a completion of their lives’ work, even while it also stops it... but this is a relationship and a family that was just forming, everything it could have been was just possible, and then it’s gone,forever. It guts me.

Favorite headcanon

I don’t have headcanons about Bahorel, I just See and Perceive the Truth:P

I have SO MANY uh Realistic/canon compliant : ...I almost forget sometimes that his Gigantic Boistering Family isn’t technically canon? It feels so definite?? I blame Hugo for managing to convey the personality of someone who grew up with a Great Wealth of Siblings without ever saying it but it’s still weird to me that this is, technically, a headcanon

Unrealistic / TECHNICALLY STILL CANON COMPLIANT: Immortal Cryptid Bahorel Always :D:D:D

Unrealistic/ Tragically Not Canon Compliant : Bahorel Invented Cell Phones, Incidentally, While Flirting

honestly Bahorel gets like 90 percent of my Crack Headcanons, he’s just so bizarrely good for them

#thank you!#askbox games #Bahorel talk #Bahorel #what the heck I'll maintag it #tags and times are slow these days #I always feel like I should be more serious but.#Crack and comedy are part of Why I Love Him #1001paperboxes #answereds

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mistbornhero · 4 years

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👀 For the snippet of a WIP

Thanks for the ask! Sorry for the delay, closed tumblr thinking no one would send anything lol. I ended up picking a fandom at random, since I can't check what you like.

This is part of a gigantic fandom fusion I'm slowly trying to sort out. If you have read the Stormlight Archive books by Brandon Sanderson it will probably make more sense. But basically people can form bonds with spirits and gain powers, Natasha Romanov bonds with a Cryptid, this is her first Oath. They technically say the three lines in one time, but I spread it out bc I was trying something with the format. Like she's trying to make sense of it while still stuck in the Red Room.

The first time she saw the pattern in the place where a man's head would be she was drugged nearly out of her mind. Their enemies used this drug, the handlers had actually informed them this time, it was used to make people talk. They had to learn not to talk. Natasha thought she should be scared of the terrifyingly black figure, instead she was mesmerized by the ever changing pattern. She didn't remember much else from that, but in her dreams, the creature helped her save the people she killed.

Life Before Death.

Natasha remembered her oath, her ideal. The words had seemed to resonate through her body as well as with the world around her. Shaking the very foundations of the universe. When she was done she had a new knife in her hand and more blood on her hands, but for once it was blood she had chosen to spill. She thought the world had changed. She had been wrong.

Strength Before Weakness.

She hadn't left the Red Room at that time. Natasha had woven a lie to protect the younger girl. Killed her mark so she could stay good for a little longer, killed her handler when he had suspected. Pinned it on the friend of the mark when Natasha's own handler had come to check on them. It had been for nothing. On her next mission the girl had been killed by her partner the same way Natasha should have. It was pointless to just survive in a place like the Red Room. She had to get out.

Journey Before Destination.

It took time, too much time with too many deaths at her hand. Natasha missed the old times, when her lie was that she did what she did because it was right. Her spren screamed inside her head every time she killed unfairly, so Natasha took logical leaps to justify every life she took. It didn't always work. In the meantime she planned and plotted for when she'd be able to leave

Want a different snippet? Send another ask!

send me a 👀 and i’ll post a snippet of art/writing that i never got around to finishing this year (r.i.p)

#2019 snippets #cosmere #marvel #my writing #anon #anonymous #thank you anon

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himitsusentaiblog · 5 years

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Another Untold Tale of my Early Toku Days.

Back in the bad old days of US Tokusatsu fandom (way before I even heard the term) it was REALLY hard to get your hands on anything resembling our beloved medium in the West. Sure, some TV stations in California aired it and if you were lucky enough to live in Hawaii you were inundated with it and got to grow up with Ultraseven, Battle Fever J and especially Android Kikaida.

However, growing up in Northern Wisconsin in the early 1980s, I was more or less completely out of luck, with one exception. Every now and then, a local or cable TV station would air a Godzilla movie. Godzilla was, at the time, pretty much my sole method of peering into Japanese culture. It was, admittedly, like peering at it through a funhouse mirror thanks to the dubbing, odd editing and strange changes (looking at you King Kong vs. Godzilla and your musical replacements).

When we lived in Wisconsin, we had yet to get a VCR, this was about 1982 or 1983 and they were just too expensive to justify when my parents were raising four children with a fifth on the way. So TV was literally my only way to catch kaiju. Most of the time, the ones I saw were from the 1970s with the occasional blessed journey back into the 1960s. Now, I did not know the titles of these movies yet or what order they went in or even how many there were (I don’t mean to brag about my weird knowledge but I can today rattle off the entire series in order and the year of their release off the top of my head) so each new one to come up was exciting.

When I was in grade school, I had a friend who would even make up or misremember titles of movies he said he saw and tell me about them, making me even more excited. I still remember a few of the titles he gave me “Godzilla vs. Megamouth” and “Godzilla vs. Robot Godzilla”. The latter is pretty obviously Godzilla vs. Mechagozilla but the former had me drawing pictures of Godzilla fighting a bipedal, saurian thing with a gigantic mouth. These films always captured my imagination.

One particular time comes to mind for me. I was visiting relatives in the town of Barron, Wisconsin. It was a cold night and my parents and relatives were busy playing cribbage, leaving me with the TV in another room by myself. I was checking the TV listings when my heart skipped a beat because there it was, a Godzilla movie I had never seen playing late that night!

(Not the same listing but the same movie)

Godzilla vs the Sea Monster! I had no idea what monster that was and it conjured images of Godzilla doing battle with everything from the Loch Ness Monster (I was pretty into Cryptids and UFOs in my youth, often stalking the 130 Dewey Decimal shelves at the local and school libraries) to Giant Octupi or weirder things.

(Godzilla would eventually fight the Loch Ness Monster but not the version of Godzilla I would have preferred and about 15 years later as seen above.)

I had to beg to stay up late enough to watch it but as my parents were pretty happy with me just curling up in front of the TV and occupying myself for a couple of hours while they played their games, it didn’t take much begging. Armed with a warm blanket, a mug of hot cocoa and a few stuffed dinosaurs, I was ready!

I remember the movie taking a while to get to Godzilla as they often did. To me, it was the anticipation of his arrival that kept me going through all the human stuff that came before it. I think this is one of the reasons the 2014 Godzilla didn’t bother me so much, I was used to waiting for him to show up. I also remember being really weirded out that the other title monster turned out to be a giant crab (I wouldn’t realize he was actually a jumbo shrimp until years later when I realized EBI-rah’s true nature).

I ate the movie up with all of the uncritical enthusiasm children have for their favorite things. Sure, half the plot eluded me but there were cool monster fights, a nice island base rampage and I got my first exposure to Mothra that night who has since become one of my all-time favorite kaiju. I was in little kid kaiju heaven for two hours (with commercials) and played Godzilla with my stuffed animals for days after that.

It may have been tough being a Tokusatsu fan back in the TV only days but sometimes, it was totally worth it. To this day I get excited when I see Godzilla movies listed on TV even if I have seen them all at least a dozen times each. This may seem weird in a time when almost everything is available on DVD, Blu-Ray or streaming sites but I always think back to those days of being totally psyched for a movie on TV that I had never seen before featuring rubber monsters and Japanese actors.

I still feel that way now and then when I get a chance to watch a new one or even just the latest episode of my favorite Kamen Rider or Super Sentai series. It always makes my inner child want to curl up with a warm blanket, a cup of cocoa and my stuffed friends for another adventure. I guess that’s what keeps me feeling young despite how old I have gotten.

I have always and always will love tokusatsu.

#Personal #My Origin Story #Godzilla vs. The Sea Monster #1980s

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acreamearedsweeper · 5 years

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Post Homestuck fandom is so wild. It ushered in a new way of interacting with media that was really there before. It was the most volatile of the Big Three, but because of it's unique circumstances it managed to hold it's gigantic fanbase together, and kind of set an unfair standard for media to come even though it didn't mean to.

Mainly, consistent and prolongued streams of content. The only way you can keep a pack of hyper active kids from tearing each other apart is by constantly giving them new forma of stimulae. When the gap between updates grew longer, people turned to fandom and the internet to get their fix and discussed fan theories and characters. That many people were going to disagree, and longer hiatuses turned into over thinking and moral crusades until you thought the fandom was going to finally tear itself apart or shun the source media for being "problematic", then an update would drop and it would provide new information and distract and unite everyone until the cycle repeated.

And it worked so well because homestuck ran on an everyday or week update schedule that could flyidly address whatever people were talking about without intereupting the overarching narrative, and we got spoiled by it. Regular tv shows have twams of people that have to work on and approve scripts an concepts, and then be approved by a studio, so story arcs and character development could already be completely planned out, but could take years to come to fruition, with new episodes being not enough for fandom to distract themselves with before the next episode aired.

You can super see the influence in stuff like Steven Universe and Voltron, where people are quick to chomp at the bit if it's not developing fast enough, or they want a reference to this ship or fan event no later than next week!!! Homestuck could only pull that off because of the medium ot was, and Hussie made himself into a semi-benevolent cryptid pumping out new pages every other day. Any other work just can't match that. And it's foolish to think they could, but you see people going on tirades at creators on twitter, threatening self harm or to drag the show or comic's name through the mud and digitally drag it's staff through the streets if they don't provide fans enough stimulation.

Tl;dr I would love for there to be more Steven Universe but I don't know if the fandom will be able to hols out without auto canibalising themselves.

#can y'all fuckinggggg wait?#yelling about evil characters when were only one episode in #homestuck #steven universe #also applies to voltron but idk what even happened at the end #i kinda just lost interest in the show #the creamy life

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aleinnilatibae · 5 years

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little post about my secondary fandoms to LT, which I post about sometimes on this blog rather than my main:

Ávaxtakarfan: if you dont know what this is well...I do not blame you in the least, it’s an icelandic play about the inhabitants of a fruit basket that has a bit of actor overlap with áfram latibær and has Jónsi, eurovision star and the singer of welcome to lazytown, as a very loud pineapple who wants to become king of the fruits (his logic is that the lion is the king of beasts, so pineapples can be the king of fruits). When a vegetable shows up in the fruit basket, everyone loses their collective minds and is very prejudiced against her, immediately throwing her to the bottom of the food chain (haha) underneath the previous lowest-ranked fruit, a tiny strawberry named Mæja. The carrot is REALLY nice, and unsurprisingly she and Mæja find common ground and team up to overthrow Immi’s coronation before it even gets off the ground. This play was heavily influenced by the ideals of the French Revolution, and it is an anti-bullying, equality promoting play for toddlers. I wish I was joking when I said that but no, they specifically use the icelandic words for Equality and Brotherhood in this play, and that´s one hell of a coincidence if it wasnt meant to be that way....

Shoutout to @sassysportacus, my Ávaxtakarfan buddy who has created the most sprawling extended universe of ÁK that the creator definitely didn’t intend for but is amazing anyway, and @ghostofanonpast , I just couldn’t mention the french revolution thing without linking to your art

Hafið Bláa: another unsubtitled, unfilmed, cryptid play from Iceland, which has only a (REALLY LIT) album that I’ve been trying to brute-force translate since may of 2017. No lyrics anywhere online, no translations, no subtitles, exactly two video clips, its been kind of difficult for me as a beginner in icelandic but the drive for me to know what the hell they are talking about was so strong that it has improved my understanding of icelandic a TON. I now know that the play is about a little redfish whose entire school was caught in a net, and he finds a badass lady fish that helps him find “Skuggi”, the great hero of the sea, while trying not to get eaten by a gigantic ray thats following them. It’s reverse finding nemo, kinda. This play has a TON of famous icelandic people in it, like Selma Björnsdóttir and the previously mentioned Jónsi, and good ol´ Matti Matt.

Shoutout to @piranhapunk for being exactly this aesthetic and @bi-robbie-rotten for helping with the translations early on

Benedikt Búálfur: There are lyrics to exactly ONE song available online, and exactly ONE video available to watch from this play, and I WISH I could see this play because from what I have translated in a similar way to Hafið bláa, it is a WILD ride and it would be worth it for Jósafat alone, IMO. It is about this elf named Benedikt who is seen by a little girl named Dídí when he goes to take a bath in her house (fun fact: in this universe, if an elf is dry it is invisible to humans, but if it is wet, humans can see it. Imagine that applied to Sportacus sdkfkjsdjfd), and they become good friends and he takes her to the Elf World...as a thank you, or for fun. But little did either of them know, the elf world just happens to have lost its only dentist (the tooth fairy) and is threatened to plunge into darkness because of the incurable toothaches that are turning elves evil, so they have to meet up with a vegetarian dragon and save the day and sing some extraordinarily catchy songs along the way. Selma björnsdóttir and Sveinn Geirsson, Hinrik Ólafsson, and Lára Sveinsdóttir are some of the famous people in this play, they were ALL in Ávaxtakarfan in some way or another, and the first two were actually both in Áfram Latibær.

shoutout to @greykolla who is actually icelandic and grew up with Benedikt Búálfur, drew some incredible art about it and helped with some translations :)

Junior Express: we jump from Iceland to Argentina for this one, it’s an ADORABLE show on Disney Junior in Spanish about a crew of people who live and work on a monorail, four of which are a band that goes from station to station and plays songs to little kids. In their travels from station to station, they encounter issues, like Captain Topa ripped a hole in his big giant rainbow hat and is too intimidated by Josefina to ask her to fix it, one of the triplets with curly hair used the wrong shampoo so now he doesn´t have the curl that is a part of his identity, Francis the waiter is doing something shady in the kitchen that he has to hide from Arnoldo the chef, basic kids shows plots. ALL of the actors on this show is so charismatic and distinct (Sorry Carlos) that it’s a really fun watch! I did Spanish in high school so my spanish vocab is a lot better than my icelandic vocab, which definitely comes in handy here! But, mostly I watch subtitled stuff lmao thanks virfu

shoutout to @virfujiwara for introducing me to and letting me access episodes of this show! I love it so much!

#why are all of these in other languages? we just dont know #well this was a productive thanksgiving night #virfujiwara

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ghcstlydj · 5 years

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About the world the ghost kids live in

[about updated: 01/15/2019]

In short, their world is pretty similar to real life. There are good people, and bad people, and their internet follows a lot of the same memes + media that happen in this world. There are no such things as superpowers, or magic, and monsters/mythical creatures/cryptids don’t exist in real life. At least, that’s what the majority of the population knows to be true. Their universe technically takes place in the Hetalia universe, because y'know. The Hetalia universe is basically "real life but personified countries + magic(?) exists". But at the same time, it’s sort of branched off into this fandomless universe. Their own fandom, with their own canon. Mostly because yes, they are dating the fanchildren of a canon character and a fanon AU character, plus the fact that those characters have strayed far from canon for a long time, so think of the Ghost Boys’ world as “Technically the Hetalia world seven times removed,” or in more simple terms, “Fandomless.”

The country they live in is somewhere unspecified, in a place very similar to America/Canada. It’s somewhat a mix of both countries, but for the sake of simplicity, they live in America. They go to a school in an unspecified city, and the school is named St. Lawrence Catholic High School, which first opened in September of 1912. It’s a grade 10-12 school, and has dealt with a lot for the past century. First of all, it had to deal with about four ghost kids “haunting” it by flunking school for more than a century. Then it had to deal with the Vargas kids attending, and bringing their own set of weirdness along. Then a bunch of cryptid kids started attending this not-so-quiet little Catholic school because a lot of their staff know how to deal with… weird, and odd teenagers by now. Then there was a dimensional rift that connected the school with the same school from another universe, bringing in another set of four ghost kids and another set of nation fanchildren, but this time they come from an “opposite personality” universe where they lived their own lives attending their St. Lawrence… You get the point.

St. Lawrence is based off of the high school me and my friends attended. There is also another school where a portion of Flint’s friends + a few NPCs attend, which is an unnamed but basically “rich kid” private school, somewhat based off another school me and my friends have talked about. St. Lawrence kids basically live in the ghetto, and the rich school kids live on the rich side of town respectively. (those kind of kids just carry around fifty, or was it hundred, dollar bills in their wallet casually like? holy fuck??) More of the “normal” high school parts of St. Lawrence, however, come from me and my regular human high school OCs. They are mentioned in the NPCs page as some of Flint and Devon’s friends, and some of them are Vinnie’s friends too.

Although St. Lawrence is mostly known as the ghetto school, there are lots of rich kids who attend just because… it’s a pretty good school for their kind of people. Example: Vincent (a ghost), the Vargas kids (weird rich immortal provinces/states), a couple cryptids including the son of Cthulhu, Sasquatch, Mothman, and a couple of vampires, etc.

The Vargas kids all live together in this big gigantic family mansion, very isolated from the rest of the city. It’s built by Luise, and has several floors and rooms. And they’re very big on science and magic. There’s lots of crazy things going on in the Ghost Kids’ partners’ house, that there’s too many to name. One of which includes a giant, gay, talking python, and another is the “Dimensional TV” where they have this big screen where you basically watch alternate universes as if they were movies. Their bedrooms are also bigger than the average house, apparently, so that’s something. They have many cars, private jets, and even limousines and tanks, and several servants work there. More servants than even Vincent’s family has. And they also house a lot of the less fortunate and try to provide them with care and also jobs to help them back on their feet.

A majority of these weird things are just because my s/o made them up, mostly cause we like to have fun with our weird little rp universe. A lot of these weird things never really have to be brought up during rps, so I just don’t bring them up. I’m personally the kind of person who likes making my OCs as realistic as possible, or as realistic as you can get with “four/eight ghost teens living as seventeen year olds for a century like:how long have you been seventeen?” So my ghost kid muses don’t really take part in all of these “Vargas kid weirdness” as it were, at least on this blog and with interacting with other muses. You bet your ass they hang out in the Vargas mansion and at St. Lawrence 99% of the time when I rp with my s/o’s muses, though.

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