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becauseofthebowties · 18 hours ago
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JENSEN ACKLES as SOLDIER BOY in THE BOYS | 3.06 Herogasm
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soldierboys · 18 hours ago
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Billy Butcher and Soldier Boy in THE BOYS | 3.06 - “Herogasm”
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deanncastiel · 12 hours ago
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JENSEN ACKLES as SOLDIER BOY The Boys | 3.06 Herogasm
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justjensenanddean · 15 hours ago
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Soldier Boy and Homelander | The Boys 3x06 “Herogasm”
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castiel · 19 hours ago
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#emotional cheek twitch
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thefriendlypigeon · 21 hours ago
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"Ain't you a horny lil' bugger, straight outta the ice 'n already poking me leg!"
There's only so much a man can take after 30 years on ice~
Soldier Boy/Butcher smut for REASONS😍
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becauseofthebowties · 21 hours ago
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THE BOYS | 3.06 Herogasm
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inacatastrophicmind · 18 hours ago
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peach-coke · 21 hours ago
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➤ The Boys || 3.06 - Herogasm June 24, 2022
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justjensenanddean · 15 hours ago
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Soldier Boy and Homelander | The Boys 3x06 “Herogasm”
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infinity-hoe-dark · 18 hours ago
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Soldier Boy: Cosby was America's dad, he was a real man.
Soldier Boy: The Cos, man, he made some strong drinks.
Hughie:
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heirofdragons · 20 hours ago
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Edna’s always right
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anakinskywalkerss · 9 hours ago
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jackles as soldier boy | #herogasm
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jensenandtheboys · 10 hours ago
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Soldier Boy | The Boys 3.06
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justjensenanddean · 15 hours ago
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nelsoncragg: Behind the scenes of the best 80’s action movie never shot. #soldierboy #jensenackles #jensen #theboys
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herstarburststories · 15 hours ago
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Imagine you being the first person Soldier Boy goes after when he breaks out
* soldier boy x reader imagine under the gif :)
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What happens when someone has accomplished everything everyone would love to catch a glimpse of?
Booze, drugs, and frivolous sex. Especially when said person is trying to feel like a human again. Especially when said person is seen as above a person, as something (never someone) closer to some kind of ancient god, as an entity.
“Another night,” you let out an empty laugh, observing your reflex on the television staring back at you: not a day older, not a wrinkle, not a grey hair, not an aching bone, no sign of flesh rooting like it should do. Untouchable by the worst creation: time. “Same old me.”
Heroes are just heroes because they don't have time to be anything else. Any other being with spare time would become, well, just like Y/N. A fucking mess surrounded by empty pizza boxes and a TV that speaks louder than any person ever did.
Being a god must be so lonely, you wonder to no other than yourself. It's even more solitary when you're eternal, and everything you've ever loved is temporary.
Drowning in self pity like most days, you sigh and turn on the tv— quickly your reflex was replaced by an equal, which was even more tearfully. Homelander and Starlight putting on a show with pageant smiles and two pairs of eyes reflecting all the violence that humans learned how to adore.
“I can't hide it anymore!” the twisted superman says excitedly, making you arch an eyebrow. “Me and Starlight are together!”
Even though the woman — who leaked innocence and power anytime she popped up on your television — starts the kiss, you can't help but notice the slightly disgust in the corner of her eyes, or the quiet anger on the edge of her mouth.
Women still don't have all the power they should have. You can only hope Starlight be a rebel. She certainly has the bravery to do it. Too used to sit and smile to idiots. Someday they won't even see when she comes for their asses.
Just like you, couple decades back that never look bad on you. Same woman, but with a little more of... Courage? No, not really. Hope. Some more hope that built up courage, isn't it always about this sneaky hope?
But now all your friends are dead and it doesn't matter in the long run. That's the thing about time, in all it's relativeness, surrounding and rushing through people complaining or praising its pace, it tends to show what lingers. Usually not much, mostly memories. They are like a fever that should kill you, but it doesn't have mercy so you remain breathing and suffering with all the reminiscence.
You, a lonesome hero who lives in delusion on old time's memories, the woman who never moves on from her lover's death.
You'd turn off the tv show, but then you'd be alone with yourself in this house haunted by the past. So, let it be it, a whole ass scoop about #Starlander or whatever their name was.
Destiny, orchestrated by a real God who isn't in the tv nor wore a cape, has other plans. As usual.
It doesn't even take a second to discover which ship name the superheroes were using before your door was on the floor with no further warning. Nothing, but a scarlet light strong enough to bend metal. Not a clue but the smell of burning, just like, like...
Mornings, just like morning when he'd try to use his power to cook toasts and accidentally put the kitchen on fire because he was too stubborn not to do it. Or just like the accent of incinerated bodies when he was at war and could hide under the excuse of saving the country to be merciless.
Soldier Boy, your cruel savior. Standing at your door like a mad man.
But, that isn't possible. Soldier Boy was dead. You cried in way too many radio interviews to consider otherwise. You mourned, and everyone made a feast out of that pain. Your teammates disbanded. You kept looking for him for years before accepting that he wasn't here anymore. Everyone applauded his bravery, and then they never talked about him again. Just like any other dead hero.
He couldn't be alive. He can't be alive.
Yet, your mind, always messed up with those hopeful perspectives, whispers to you that there was never a body. It takes and twists the facts into saying, take a other step, he could be there. It makes your head dizzy. It makes you raise and walk towards the entrance with no door. Your calamitous heart is so filled up with hope as his glass used to be with whiskey and his body with drugs, overflowing in every sense. And you feel like a human at the simply chance of seeing the man you loved again. Even though this man was a monster, even when hurt you many times in that rose-colored golden age— the worst pain he ever put you through was dying. Even gods have their addictions, and he was yours.
Your steps are slow, your eyes watching as you pray for him to be seen. Doesn't take long but certainly take much. There, in the midst of brutality, he stands. The man you loved to adore. The hero with a villain mind. Soldier Boy.
Your eyes spark like stars with the tears. All you want to do is come closer, like always. His beard makes him look even older, and his hair is longer than you've ever thought you'd see (he'd probably call it hippie and comments that would be considered.. Well, Twitter certainly wouldn't like it). But his naked body is the same, just like his green eyes, just like his lips. Do they still taste like blood? Does making love to him still like a combat?
You used to believe that living forever was a punishment, but you'd do it all again just to get to this moment.
You study him carefully, trying to convince yourself not even this joy could make up for the fact that he was presumably dead for decades. All the sleepless nights, all the ache, all the torture you put others through to get information to save him, all the love you wasted on strangers to try to get ride off him.
All is washed away when you saw him, but the question was still hanging around in the air: how was he here?
Soldier Boy is quiet, more quiet than he could ever be with his smart mouth. You didn't know how to do this, do act rationally when he was around. This was the man you'd get your hands bloody for. How is there any room left for rationality? And he is there, right in front of you.
Your eyes lock with him like it was the night you two fucked in that Oklahoma jail when he took your virginity. Your body still burning at the idea of coming closer. Your hands shaking in anticipation like it it was the first time he touched you. You just wanted to take him home, you just wanted to kiss him, to spread your legs to him, to let him fuck you until you forget you were anything but his. That same fervor, that same man. When you love forever, you spend most of your time wanting to die. But he was reborn, and suddenly eternity didn't seem like enough. He was back.
You are scared to open your mouth, to say a word and watch him dissipate like a hallucinative smoke. Therefore, you keep quiet to allow your body to speak instead.
You take one step towards him, unsure if he'd throw you across the room with his power or if he'd pull you into a kiss so hard it would make your lips bleed. Who cares? Red was always your very favorite color anyway.
Soldier Boy's chest shines a little, and you're ready to strike back and punch him. But the closer you are, the less his power shines.
You're my Achilles heel. Recall his naked words back then, and how they always came after you sucked his cock or when you dared to leave him. Recall how messed up you two were, but you always came back to each other. Despite all the shit, Soldier was the one who was as fucked up as you were. All that ache and he was still yours, and you were his.
Solder Boy is alive. He's alive!
One step. You were right in front of him.
When he speaks, it's just one word.
“Y/N.”
And you'd burn the whole world for him to say it.
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itisa-profoundbond-sarandom · 21 hours ago
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My personal herogasm
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queermania · 15 hours ago
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All I know is that if I didn't check the burners three times a night, Soldier Boy would come back and kill the rest of us.
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s6xtaespada · 18 hours ago
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Ok but I love the way they got in sync in here.
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mysharona1987 · 20 hours ago
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Re: The Boys. Soldier Boy and Homelander.
So I keep thinking this is going to end up like The Simpsons episode where all the pigeons are a big problem in the town, so they send in all these lizards to kill them…which they do.
But now they have a giant lizard problem on their hands.
I dunno, maybe that’s a bit too obvious?
They are way too vague about Soldier Boy, tho. I mean, he’s an asshole but not terribly much worse than many supes we’ve seen so far.
However, there has to be a reason his *entire* team turned on him, beyond him just being an arrogant jackass.
MM’s story about him is rather chilling too.
But he still doesn’t seem like he could be possibly worse than Homelander. He’s just not as batshit crazy.
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