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silverusso · 8 months
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What about Terry and Mike in the OT3? are they a thing to or do they only agree to share Daniel?
My boy always gets sidelined, and this dynamic gets ignored even more than Labarnes, which is also criminally underrated. I get it, cause Mike and Terry spent most of their screentime separately and with Daniel, in kk3 and ck s5, and so we really don’t have much to go on, unfortunately. But I’m gonna go full meta on this, even if I sound delulu.
So look, Terry says "perfect" like 4 times? And it’s always in reference to Mike. He’s just like me fr.
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Mike is sort of the Johnny to Terry’s Kreese, in a sense? I say this loosely because there’s a sort of fatherly attachment in that dynamic that isn’t present here. Kreese trained Johnny, and so he sort of molded him and contributed to Johnny’s success as a two-time avt champ. Mike came to Terry already a national champion, and going by his reputation as "Karate’s Bad Boy", whoever trained him was either giving him the Cobra Kai kool-aid on steroids, or Mike was just that fucked up naturally lol. And Mike really is perfect because Terry doesn’t need to put any time or effort into him. Mike is just another financial investment, and Terry loves throwing his money around. And Mike even negotiates with him like a boss. He walked in there, not batting an eye at Terry being butt ass naked in a tub, and really said "50% or I walk" and Terry was just like "bet." AND Mike says he wants that shit in writing, and Terry draws up a whole contract with a real lawyer?? Promising 50% of Cobra Kai to this kid??? Mike is honestly so iconic. I said this before, but Mike was pretty much poised to become the face of Cobra Kai. He was supposed to be their champion and their saving grace. They were going to open dojos all over the valley when not if he won. Half of which he’d legally own. So he was basically inheriting Terry’s legacy as well.
was this really necessary sir
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and this
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Granted, Terry has a personal space issue with like everyone, apparently, but still, grabbing his hair? It’s not even like Mike has long hair for him to grab in the first place. And I don’t think you have to practically spit in his mouth to pretend threaten him.💀
literally, why are they standing this way
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just look at the way Daniel and Kreese look at him😭
It’s giving
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And then in s5, Terry burned down Mike’s store, and of course everyone links that to his jealousy over Daniel. But that store was Mike’s father-in-law’s store. So yeah it affected Mike, but it obviously affected his wife much worse lbr. And what did this lead to? Supposedly, Mike’s wife leaving him. So he basically ruined Mike’s marriage the same way he tried to do with Daniel and Amanda. 👀
And okay idc if this is a reach but Mike being on something even "stronger" than alcohol...While Terry confirmed he was on crack back in the 80s.......Remember Daniel's "your ponytailed pimp" line.
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And when he mocks Johnny for being dumb and "attacking me on my own turf" which technically was Mike’s idea, BUT earlier he also said, "Uh oh, fellas, I don’t think this is gonna turn out like you thought it would." only AFTER Mike got knocked out. Because even though they would have still been outnumbered with Mike in the fight, he knew none of his little foot fist ninjas were going to stand a chance against Mike. So Mike is taken out of the fight and just like tossed in another room, which puts him conveniently out of harm's way. It’s not like he was locked in or whatever so I don’t think the major concern here was keeping him from waking up and rejoining the fight.
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And btw, Mike’s plan was what ended up saving the day, cause Terry arrived too late to the dojo and was in no condition to fight Daniel. King Shit.💅
Then Terry leaves Chozen for dead in his pool and tells the senseis to pull an mk fatality on Johnny. And Mike? Just let him sleep it off. <33
like hello??
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Terry knew what he was doing. He wanted Mike back by his side on a pretty leash and Daniel on his knees for him.
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bullet-prooflove · 10 months
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orgasm headcanon
With the SVU boys, please.
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Terry Bruno - Tugging his hair, as soon you run your fingers through his hair and tug it just a little, it takes him 0 to 60 in a heartbeat. I imagine him on the couch with you straddling his lap fully clothed and the instant you do it, his hips jump and you're like ohhh....
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Nick Amaro - Words of affirmation. Knowing that you're so desperate for him, that you need him and only him and I think would make him lose his mind. Stuff like, you're the only one who can do this to me, please I need more.
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Joe Velasco - Praise - You tell him he's going a good job, or call him sweet boi, good boi anything like that, it makes him feel loved and treaured. I think Joe gets off on intimacy and part of that is feeling emotionally safe with his partner.
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Mike Duarte - Vulnerability- I swear I think knowing that you are giving yourself to him wrecks Mike. Telling him how you feel exactly in the moment gets him off, knowing that he's the one that makes you feel loved, wanted or good about yourself. The fact you're putting yourself out there, gives him an emotional boner, which leads to a very satisfying orgasm.
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frosting-surfeit · 22 days
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I love monsters ggnnnweehhlghbl
Im not proud of all of them but i see there's too little fanart of these movies so here you go anyway. A couple of them are inspired by fanart btw
First isnt finished and third inspired by my dumb fic smh
(Ps im very bad at taking pictures can someone please tell me which effect looks better and clearer pls and thank u)
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terrence-silver · 10 months
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Hi 👋! Can you do “ we could’ve had something, if you weren’t so fucking evil.” with terry? Have a nice day
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Differing Points of View.
(Terry Silver x Reader)
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-"Good and evil are relative."-
He coos, just as easily as that, caressing the words as smoothly as a lover would and that was your cue to finally snap. Cut the crap. -"No, Terry, they're not relative! It doesn't work that way!"- You point at him, vigor in your arm, your voice rumbling with righteous fury. Yes, you and him, you had an argument. An argument that escalated. You never figured yourself as the type of people who would have shouting matches, or rather, you never figured yourself as the kind of person who'd shout, because Terry didn't. He simply sat in his arm chair, legs crossed, seeming completely unfettered. Like he enjoyed this, in a sense. Maybe that's what was so infuriating. How he didn't seem to take any of this seriously.
-"I don't think profiteering from environmental disasters for over forty years, abusing some kid who's no longer a kid for decades over some stupid vendetta, putting your own best friend behind bars who the vendetta was for in the first place and burning down someone's place of employment to send a message is relative! You're acting like some sort of gangster!"-
His list of transgressions --- recent ones, that is, come out, rolling off of your tongue in the form of a rant and you realize you blurted out all of that in one breath, standing in front of him practically hyperventilating. Another thing Terry appeared to like; he visibly chuckles his chin when the moniker of 'gangster' crosses the threshold of his lips. Jesus, he took that as a complement. He really took that as a complement. Couldn't even try to insult him without him viewing it as a crowning achievement. -"I mean, how could you do that?"- Your shoulders hunch forward and you almost plead then, trying to appeal to him. Reaching something within him. Some point of empathy. Regret? Remorse? Anything. But, there's nothing there. If anything, there's pride. -"Which part?"- Terry clicks his tongue, appearing profoundly amused and there you were, shouting again. He was infuriating and deliberately pushing your buttons. How well he did it too, that even as your temper flared up, you understood you were being toyed with yet you found yourself unable to stop.
-"Every part!"-
You yell, feeling a bit like an adult trying to contend with a child.
-"How can you wake up in the morning?
-"You put one leg forward. Then another."-
He leans back into his seat, talking with one hand, twirling one bejeweled finger mid-air, describing his point of view through a saying. Of course he'd use a saying. Of course. The Zen of Terry Silver. -"Enough with the proverbs! Jesus! You've got a proverb for everything!"- You shriek, smacking your hands down, talking with your whole body, finding yourself in pain due to what you were about to say, feeling that regardless how difficult it was it still had to be said. It was inevitable. Looming over you. -"You know, we could've had something. If you weren't so fucking evil."- Your voice cracks saying that and by the time you've uttered your line, you're whimpering, because by god, that hurt. You always knew confessing that to him would've hurt, but never this much. You catch Terry's face stilling. His expression growing serious. Without a single ounce of rushing, he leans forward, standing up from his armchair, looming large, walking forward, slowly. You take a step back. Part of you thinks then that calling him evil will have him coming at you with a fury all his own, but instead, Terry's calm. Quiet.
-"All that profiteering off of environmental disasters, as you called it,"-
His jawline twists, and he's smiling, looking to the side, shaking his head.
-"Companies nowadays claim to be good and green and then they still dispose of their waste somewhere in backwater Thailand where nobody can see it. It's like pushing the scum under the carpet and calling yourself an accomplished janitor. At least I was fucking honest about my policies."- He chuckles and you're standing there, mouth agape as you listen, momentarily confused. What was he talking about? This conversation wasn't going in the direction you figured it would go in. You brace yourself, searching for some kind of catch, some sort of verbal trap, a tactic, his usual line-up of mind games. But, Terry? Terry was utilizing logic and you couldn't deny it. Your fight or flight instinct kicks in. Your heart starts pounding away in your chest. God. He was going to dodge each and every argument you made chronologically and with sound reason, wasn't he? He'd leave you without a single way to debate him on any of this, won't he?
-"That punk kid?"-
Terry's eyes shoot up at you, his gaze growing cold.
You immediately knew who he was talking about.
-"Larusso has been continuously asking for a good beating for the past thirty years and once he finally gets one over the nose, he cries foul and everyone cries foul with him."- There's venom on his tongue and you hear it in the way he pronounces each and every one of his words; like he wanted to spit them out on the carpet. Let the acid of his voice leave a hole in the fabric. -"Could've justified himself as a victim when he was a snot-nosed twerp fresh in highschool --- but now? He's a grown man. He really thought nobody would hit back? How long do you think he's gonna use that little self-righteous schmuck from Jersey card until it grows old, huh?"- You gulp hard. You've nothing to say to that. Nothing at all. Deep down, you knew Terry was right in a weird sense; that Larusso was just as culpable. Just as petty and spiteful. That nowadays, if Terry was pushing, Daniel Larusso was pushing right back when he could've just as easily let it go. That there was fighting in the streets because of it. That you were standing up for someone who would've never stood up for you. You take yet another step back. You have to. You have to move your limbs in some direction or you'd collapse on the floor. Like a magnet, Terry moves with you, taking a step forward, as if on cue.
-"The whole thing with John?"-
Something clenches in your gut, you knew what was coming.
More facts you couldn't deny no matter how badly you wanted to.
-"John knew the stakes. He also knew I'm not to be trifled with. He's a grown man too. He can handle the heat in the kitchen. He's been handling it for an awfully long time. Don't be here pleading his case for him."-
Terry's mouth presses into a hard line. Eyes unblinking. You sense the edge of the sofa smack the back of your feet in movement with a thud. You had nowhere left to go. You hit a wall. -"I loved that man. I still love him. I'll love him for the rest of my life."- Terry's stare pierces through yours. There's an acute ache in your chest, bubbling, coiling and you recognize it as pity. You felt bad for him. You couldn't believe it, but you did. Your ire pipes down, cooling, dwarfing from a pulsating black hole of anger into a star. You're on the verge of apologizing and you don't like that. You don't like that one bit. Were you that much of a pushover? You collapse, plopping down on the sofa, feeling exhausted and lost, looking up at Terry, rendered speechless. -"But, you don't visit a friend knowing he has a weakness for you, uproot his life after disappearing and going no-contact for well over quarter of a century and some change, ask for a non-refundable kickstarter loan and get surprised when your friend doesn't exactly appreciate your conflicting loyalties."- Terry puts up his his index finger, speaking slowly --- very slowly --- putting special emphasis into every word, every line, every sound, until you found yourself nodding away, quietly agreeing, looking down at the floorboard. God. Well over a quarter of a century and some change. The poignancy of that smacks the wind out of your belly, even though you knew this whole story. John's and Terry's whole story. You were agreeing. You really were. He wasn't even manipulating you. Wasn't even toying with you.
He was merely telling you the truth.
And you knew. You knew it was all true.
It was you who'd be a liar if you argued him further.
Terry knew that. You knew that he knew.
-"As for Mike Barnes? His business? Give me a break!"-
At that point, Terry raises his voice laced with bitter laughter, throwing his head back, appearing part outraged, part amused. Like he didn't believe he had to defend his reasoning on this particular matter in the first place. -"You forget that in the 80's, he was awfully casual about going all mercenary for a buck."- Terry leans down, his neck bending your way, his eyes searching yours. You couldn't look at him. Not right now. You were too embarrassed. Somehow, deep down, you hoped Terry wouldn't have had valid excuses for any of his actions over the years, but he had concrete and rather purposeful basis, as frightening as that sounded, for quite literally everything he ever did and you felt like such a fool. Such an idiot. You underestimated him catastrophically. -"Roughening up some kid he never even met up for some other guy he never met either? You think someone made him do that? That his hand was forced? That he didn't hop on that plane to LA of his own free will back in the day? That he didn't come rushing to my door like it was fucking payday?"- You feel a finger sneak itself under your chin and you try to move, shiver away on instinct --- anything to ensure no eye contact happens, but you're grabbed, not unkindly, but with enough firmness to where he makes you look at him. Where he holds you by the jawline, tilting your head towards wherever he so pleased.
You blink. You blink furiously. Wanting to sink into the couch.
Disappear.
-"It's only when he didn't get his share of the cake that he got all rehabilitated."-
Terry tilts his head sideways, appearing wholly sardonic. If you ever felt sorry for the incident with the furniture store downtown, the empathy disappears someplace you can't find it and you scurry, looking for it internally, desperately trying to grab unto it like a life-raft, not wanting to agree with an arsonist precisely because it was so easy to agree with him. You feel empty. Filled up by everything Terry was saying. Sensing yourself defeated. Completely and utterly. Today, you intended to break things off with Terry Silver, if that was at all possible. All but five minutes later, you were the one who felt like you were in the wrong, having an out of body experience; your worldview shaken. -"Thing is, Barnes is always one step away from playing by gangster rules and it's only fitting he gets hit with a gangster's revenge. All the rest of them too."- Terry adds with a sense of finality, his hand sneaking up from your chin to cheek, caressing you there, looming over you like a tower. You shiver. You...wanted to break up. Leave him. You built everything up in your head. What you'd say. How you'd say it. How you'd organize yourself. How you'd pull this all off. This wasn't going as you planned.
-"So, tell me how good and evil aren't relative?"-
He asks the question you feared since he started his tangent.
You had no answer.
How could you out-philosophize Terry anyway?
You choose to hold yourself responsible. Apologize for shouting.
Getting carried away.
-"Terry, look, I ---"-
You stutter, finally speaking, mustering up the courage to do so, twiddling your fingers around in your lap awkwardly. -"I'm sorry. Okay? I really am."- You stare up at him from under your lashes, looking back down just as quickly, shocked by what you were uttering. Were you afraid of him? Yes? No? Maybe? Partially? You couldn't tell. You supposed you feared him more when he was like this. Quiet. Concise. Logical. You could handle his wrath. His volatile tendencies. His unpredictable calm, less so. Humbled, you capitulate to the wry notion that for all intents and purposes, that if Terry was a bastard, he wasn't exactly the only bastard in The Valley. You understood that the only reason he even bothered explaining himself to you with so much detail was because in his own weird, Terry way, you mattered to him. The same way he mattered to you, even though his choices weren't always easy to accept. Swallow. -"I'm not. My life is everything I did in it, and given the chance, I'd do it again."- He smiles, unapologetic, face practically beaming with genuine, unspoiled mirth. Fuck sake, as awful as that sounded, you couldn't help but admire him for that. Jesus, how he crawled under your skin. Inside of your mind. You wanted to cry, feeling judgmental towards a man who more than deserved to be judged. Instead, you mutter, barely audible, practically whispering with a small voice. -"This thing of ours."- You manage, unsure how to describe you and him. -"I want it to continue. Us. I don't want us to end."- You blink up at him desperately, needily, entirely downtrodden and aware of it, sensing his thumb brush against your lower lip, savoring his moment of triumph in the sun.
Help, you wanted to scream.
Someone help me, please. I'm begging on my knees.
I have no opinions, no will of my own, no sense of morals.
I'm his robot. Puppet on a string.
He's taken everything. Made it his own. Made me his own.
Who am I anymore?
Someone shake me and talk some sense into me.
-"We'll never end."-
Terry coos, sounding infinitely pleased with that conclusion, practically purring as he parted your frowning mouth, pushing his finger inside so you couldn't speak any further even if you wanted to, practically gagging you as he stood perfectly still, towering above you, his teeth on full display, his form casting a long, dark shadow on the wall behind him --- and believe him. You really do. You believe that you and him would never end. He'd never allow you and him to end. Even if you really wanted to. Even if you insisted upon it. Fought for it. Ran. Grew a spine. Stood your ground in spite of your love for him. Would you know how to be anything but his even if he let you go, however unlikely that might've been as an option, though? Would you know how to function in society again? Would you knew what was right? What was wrong? Could you ever be sane again? Would anyone even want you back? Someone who was agreeing with a tyrant when he carefully explained to you how everyone he's ever tyrannized deserved it and you truly sat here, thinking they did, fully self-aware of both the truth and the ridiculousness of it all? Understanding it was wrong. Understanding it was bad. Horrible. And yet still seeing his point of view? Would anyone outside of the bubble Terry's created for you ever be able to trust you ever again?
You doubted it.
You were that far gone.
You were more Terry Silver's than you were your own.
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ezzied · 1 month
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I find the idea of all Daniel’s enemies and former enemies wanting to sleep with him except for Kreese funny because imagine Kreese thinking it’s just a normal rivalry and then he finds out that literally everyone wants to sleep with Daniel and he’s just like “wtf” lmao
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bonsai-btches · 2 years
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fuckin love the dynamic of “you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look like an idiot” Daniel has with literally all of his karate ex-rivals.
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puella-peanut · 1 year
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It's Raining Men
Written for the @allvalley100 Word Drabble Challenge. This time it was “Amulet.“
This is my fourth fill
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I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get Absolutely soaking wet It's raining men, hallelujah
After the tournament of '85, Daniel had resorted to desperate measures to get all his former bullies to leave him alone. Permanently. But, somehow, the spell he'd found, and the amulet he'd worn while casting it had made his plan...backfire.
Spectacularly.
Daniel watched, bemused, as Johnny, Chozen, Mike and Terry (all very shirtless)—fought over who got to bring Daniel his Piña Colada, while Kreese hovered in the background constantly pulling his shirt on and off, at war with himself.
Daniel grinned.
Maybe having a harem of hot guys catering to his every whim wasn't so bad after all. 
It's raining men, every specimen Tall, blonde, dark and lean Rough and tough and strong and mean
—It's Raining Men, The Weather Girls
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The CK writers are cowards who'll never give Danny his much-deserved harem. So I did.
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illogical-fallacy · 2 years
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sonicpanels · 10 months
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Sonic X #37: "Switcheroo!"
Writer: Ian Flynn Pencils: James Fry Inks: Terry Austin Colors: Jason Jensen
Letters: Phil Felix Editor/Managing Editor: Mike Pellerito
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mikewazowskikinnie · 24 days
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One of my irls stole my art for a dare so now i have to watermark stuff just in case 😭😭
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bullet-prooflove · 1 year
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Hey ! Random question : how do you think the men of SVU are jealous ?
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Joe Velasco - I think Joe is quite territorial when he comes to you. If he sees a guy flirting with you at the bar, he's gonna make a show of being affectionate with you (to be fair he is anyway.) I am talking arm around the shoulders or hand resting on your hip, thumb skating over the that tiny sliver of bare flesh between your top and jeans. I think he would even go as far as kissing you in front of the person he's threatened by. By kissing I mean a really fucking sensual kiss, his thumb ghosting along your jaw, looking into your eyes with a fucking heat that makes your panties instantly soaked.
That night he takes you home and ravishes you, mouth all over your skin, palms gripping you, holding you against his tongue as he teases your clit. He's relentless in his pursuit of your pleasure and he's not stopping until he's thoroughly convinced that you know exactly how he feels.
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Terry Bruno - Terry doesn't really get jealous. He is an entirely honest person and he expects you to be the same. He thinks if you didn't want to be with him you wouldn't be. If someone approaches you, he lets you handle it, he feels sorry for the guy because he knows their about to flame out. In the aftermath he'd make a joke of it. If it borders on harrassment, that's when he steps in. He hates it when a guy acts like he's entitled to your attention, time or body. It makes him feel protective. He'd put himself between the two of you and tell the guy to fuck off.
However if say an ex comes back on the scene and gets a little flirty, he makes his prescence known. It's subtle, a hand on the base of your spine, leaning into you as you talk, a smile meant just for you. His arm brushing yours, hips bumping together. All subtle ways to highlight that you are taken.
That night at home, he's kissing you when you get thtough the door. It's tender and passionate, hands on your hips as he traps you between the wall and his body. He's slow and methodical, his fingertips ghosting over your skin as he undresses you. He loves skin on skin contact. When he pulls you into his lap on the couch you know exactly what he needs. Your fingers threading through his hair as you kiss his neck and jaw, teeth grazing that deviant spot just under his jaw as you grind against him. You whisper how wonderful he is, how good he makes you feel, how he's the only one for you.
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Mike Duarte - Mike is as territorial as fuck. He is fiercely protective of you and if there's someone else sniffing around you he is going to show his displeasure at the situation. He doesn't blame you for the way men respond to you, he knows the attention is unwanted. If you are approached, he will be blatant about it. He will literally just tell the other person your taken in that short, abrupt way of his. He doesn't really care what anyone else thinks of him. He's not overbearing with this behaviour just firm.
If you've had to flirt due to an undercover op or for information, he would get it but it would rile him. You would spend the night pinned to the bed, his mouth all over you as he overstimulates the hell out of you. He's leaving love marks on your thighs, hips, and chest, anywhere to remind you who you belong to. When he fucks you that night, it's slow and intimate because at the core of this, it's about love for Mike and showing you how much he adores you.
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eggmeralda · 2 months
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okay but I am genuinely so unwell about numbers and dates and ages and time and years etc. so I'm blaming all my bad luck on the number 23
#got so paranoid about it that i didn't talk to anyone for the last few weeks and i haven't applied for a job and i'm honestly not doing#anything until i'm safely 24#idk what 24's gonna be like but it's got a 4 in it so that's a good sign#but then again 14 had a 4 in it and that was a terrible age#but tbf it was a 4 + a 10 which is like. my fav number and my least fav number. so the year just malfunctioned#first 6 months good second 6 months bad#so 24 can fit two 10s but they're not as obvious. but it's a multiple of 4 so i trust it a bit more#4 x 6. idk my feelings on 6 but it's never really done anything too bad to me so yeah. 24 is the safe zone#i blame everything on the number 23 and also my friend's awful ex girlfriend#OKAY SO LIKE i was reading coronation street youtube comments the other day#and people were talking about how characters like terry duckworth and mike baldwin were kind of prats before but then they#had some significantly bad experience and after that they became Absolute prats#like basically what caused their villain origin stories#and i was like oh my god am i gonna turn out like them?? is my friend's ex girlfriend responsible for my villain arc??#and i have felt myself becoming more negative and unhappy and cynical and bitter over the past few months#and i was like fuckkkkkk no i can't enter my mike baldwin terry duckworth era#bc before whenever a remotely bad thing happened i would just disappear and go back to telling myself there is nothing good with the world#so like for every job i never got and for every time i put something in the group chat and no one replied and every time i made something#and no one cared about it i would just sink deeper into some hole of hatred at the world#i mean. the rsd. like I'd still react to stuff in that way when i was younger and happier but at least back then I'd also#wave at cool clouds and smile at people in public and be like ''fuck i woke up too early and now i Have to take a photo of the sunrise''#but now i don't do any of that I'm just some bitter cynical bitch who hates everything#so yeah. my 2024 resolution was to reclaim the whimsy i lost at the end of 2022. and so far it's not really going well but at least I'm not#23 anymore#ramble
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terrence-silver · 8 months
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What would happen if beloved unexpectedly goes into labour when Terry is halfway across the world…
Staff.
Realistically, there's staff --- a whole enterprise of people running his mansions.
His affairs, if we will.
Now, I always enjoyed this idea that someone as rich and as powerful as Terry Silver has a network of carefully vetted and very meticulously picked staff around him that all function like well-oiled gear wheels in their own right; like, the man seems like he'd be extremely particular who he keeps around and everyone, I do mean everyone has their uses --- from the secretary assistant alerting him on upcoming trials, to the butler opening the front door, for example. Even the slightly rag-tag likes of Snake and Dennis who might've seem a bit baffling companionship to keep for a Billionaire; but hey, I envision they entertained him more than anything. You'd be shocked how hard it is to find someone who's just plain funny (and who can bring in news and observations from the streets of LA like a pair of mischievous imps when they don't serve as his sparring partners). And as such, I don't think a beloved of Terry's would ever truly be alone (that is just inconceivable and not an option), because Terry Silver's staff --- all of them; chauffeurs, Michelin star chefs, assistants, security detour members, the gardeners, the maids and on stand by private nurses and doctors for all we know --- function like an extension of his will and his presence from the other side of the world --- they're his eyes, his ears, his hands and his mouthpieces (and his Fist imported from Korea, as seen in Cobra Kai), if need be. It is Terry's way to almost be in multiple places all at once, because if he has to be away from beloved or the unprecedented thing like labor occurs, he has all fields covered and under control because his people will ensure everything goes immaculately and that they report back to him and keep him up to speed --- so, really, if beloved started giving birth while Terry's away...well, nothing would happen. Because Terry was ten steps ahead and thought it all through.
And since Terry himself is obsessive, I personally like to envision the staff he pays also has (covertly and not so covertly) obsessive tendencies too, simply because they're heftily paid and instructed to be by their Boss. Makes sense. If you're employed to ensure Boss' beloved and their baby is perfectly fine, you'll ensure Boss' beloved and their baby is perfectly fine by any means necessary.
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nysocboy · 3 months
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Did the "Solar Opposites Valentine's Day Special" really change everything?
Discussing the Solar Opposites Valentine's Day Special, showrunner Josh Bycel noted that holiday specials are usually stand-alone episodes, with no plot or character development: "So we love the idea of [this one] tricking people into realizing like, ‘Oh my God, the end of the episode is actually the biggest thing that’s ever happened to these characters short of landing on Earth!"
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Co-creator Mike McMahon adds: "it really changes the dynamic of the characters."
Left: Mike McMahon, but he might not be the same one
Spoiler alert: Korvo and Terry, have sex.
Solar Opposite is an animated comedy about a group of aliens trapped on Earth: team leader Korvo, the "let's do this by the books" micro-manager; the effervescent goofball Terry; their teenage replicants Yumyulack and Jesse, and the Pupa.  Korvo and Terry find each other's habits annoying, and often argue about how assimilated they should become.
In the special, the group tries to order cold, wet tuna in a restaurant, only to discover that it's Valentine's Day, so only romantic dinners are available.  Should they come back tomorrow, or use their alien science to eliminate romantic love from the world.
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They decide to eliminate romantic love.  But that turns everyone into Jimmy Buffet fans: they walk around in Hawaiian shirts, with parrots, drinking piña coladas.  Then the parrots become sentient and go to war with the humans.
To fix the mess, the aliens have to find someone who still experiences romantic love, and use them to beam love down to the planet.  There are no humans left, but what about penguins?  Nope, they are pro-parrot, and won't help the humans. 
Terry asks: "Couldn't we love each other?"
No, all Schlorpians have is teammate affinity.  But maybe that will be enough.  They have to try.
Terry hates teammate affinity: "It's so annoying that I miss you uncontrollably when you leave the room."
Korvo agrees.  He hates "the way it makes the prickly bumps on my arms stand up when you bend over to pick something up from the floor."
Um..guys, that's erotic and romantic desire.....
They get it on.
I know it's just cartoon alien sex, but to be on the safe side, I'm moving the pictures to the NSFW site.  
It works!  Lesbian and heterosexual couples start making out, and the world is saved.
Cut to the two getting married, by AISHA, their AI device: the Roman Catholic Church has given her permission to conduct a same-sex marriage by "today only."  It always bugs me that no tv, only Catholic churches exist.  Also that all churches are homophobic. 
So how did this "change everything"?  We use queer codes, actions or statements in the tv texts, to indicate that two guys are a romantic couple.  All of them have some degree of deniability -- you could argue that "straight buddies do that."  But the most undeniable codes are identifying statements such as "we are boyfriends" and acts of physical affection.  
Korvo and Terry may have started out as teammates, but by the second season, they are calling each other "husbands,"  They get jealous when someone else intrudes into the relationship. Terry was devastated when Korvo had sex with another male being.  They kiss.  They have discussed "a blow job," "putting things into Terry's butt," and rimming.  Terry is turned on by Korvo with a British accent and wearing a v-neck t-shirt.  He has stated that he is in love with Korvo. How does having sex changes the dynamic? 
McMahan claims that previously they were "just teammates," with little "are they or aren't they" hints.
He thought getting a blow job was a hint?  
The NSFW version, with alien sex and Mike McMahon's butt, is on RG Beefcake and Boyfriends
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Update Polls Pt. 1 (Flashfam Fics)
The Brother Trap: Owen wants to connect with his half-brothers for the first time. Luckily for him, they all go to the same university. Will bad blood between twins keep Owen from the family of his dreams, or is he the missing piece they've always needed?
Traveler's Guide to Yesterday: Owen is stranded in his present (a time he's never been to) while traveling through the past in search of his soul mate. He needs a con artist's help to repair his timepiece and return to the past.
Would It Kill You?: Thad lives a secluded life as a funeral director and hasn't seen his family in years. However, a letter from his Aunt Helen and a phone call from his brother convince him to visit home. Not without reinforcements, though.
Central City Lemonade Stand: Teeny Tiny Thad spends the summer with Grandpa Barry and Grandma Iris.
Human Cannery Co.: Conner helps Thad redeem himself.
Ball Lightning: Jenni Ognats volunteers to sponsor Thad during his rehabilitation. While under the care of Clark Kent and Lois Lane-Kent, Jenni and Thad attend Midvale High School. Thad struggles to find his identity outside of his conditioning. He must make friends, function in a new school, and a new city. As he regains privileges and freedoms, will he make the right decisions or will he betray the trust of those who fought for his freedom?
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