#June Owens

[ardent-reflections]

Silk speech of eyes, the happiness of hands transcend mere talk of tongue;

June Owens

[bowlerhatwearer]

y are conner and June not cannon :(

Greetings Anon

Ah well, maybe, not canon is a harsh word for them, and I am sorry for making you sad and or upset.

The truth is that right now, I just don't know what to do with them ^^

I need to figure out if there is a setting/situation where I can use them :-.)

I will remove the not canon part, and maybe later I can think of something for them to appear in.

Yours sincerely

Bowler

[changanomaly]

due to personal circumstance this piece which i started a month and a week ago i ended up just. never finishing even though it was for pride 😭 BUT IT'S DONE NOW LOOK

happy belated pride from team escope extended. my favorite totally canon total drama polycule

plus the flat color version!

in other news i'm never drawing again /lh

and if you're curious here's like an old drawing of their dynamic!! (most of the stuff i wrote there is mostly unchanged from my own personal hcs other than that i definitively hc eva to be a lesbian instead of just sapphic in gen!)

[supercap2319]

"Y/N, get in here." Owen said, carrying the two beers into the other room from his two friends. He had been at this shady looking bar looking for answers to who robbed the local drugstore. He ended up at this weed store that got robbed. And Owen just happened to be one of those robbers. After they took him to a diner for pancakes, then to their broken house.

He walked into the room, which wasn't much of a room. "Oh my God, are we about to have sex?"

"What? No, no, no, no, no, no, no.”

"Well, you invited me into your bedroom, and usually, when guys do that, they wanna bang your brains out." Y/N said.

“This is not my bedroom at all." Owen protests. "This isn't even considered a house by any fucking standards.”

“Is this a gangbang house? Is that why you guys brought me here? For you and your friends to gangbang me? I mean, is it as much fun as in the porn videos?”

"No, relax. This is just a place where we can lay low for a minute. It's nothing permanent, so it's no big deal you know about it. I'm gonna drop you off at the next checkpoint. Sit down. Please. You're making me really nervous." Owen said.

Y/N sat down next to him. "I bet I can guess, like, everything about you.”

Owen raised his eyebrows. "Oh, yeah?"

“I bet you played sports.”

"Every guy played sports. Baseball.” Owen said.

“Football. I hated it. Except for the jockstrap. Those were great on my dick and balls." Y/N smiled. "Why'd you quit?”

"Well, do you have any idea how hard it is to get into the big leagues?"

“I imagine pretty hard.”

“Yeah. I only did it because my dad wanted me to. And, uh, he's dead now, so... Sorry. Uh. I don't know." Owen looks at the beer in his hands.

“College?" Y/N asked, sitting closer until their knees were knocking together.

“I dropped out of community college, and everything kind of went wrong, so…”

“Yeah, I...I can see that.”

“Oh, none taken. So, what about you?" Owen looked at him with his blue eyes. "What's your story?”

“Oh. Uh, nothing. I mean, I'm not out here robbing pharmacies. Bringing guys in for gangbangs.”

“Dispensaries. And what is it with you and gangbangs? Do you have something you want to tell me?”

“Sorta. Do you have a girlfriend? Are you into guys? Do you like candy? What's your favorite kind of candy?” Y/N asked.

“No. Yes. Yes. Twix.” Owen answers.

“Damn. Not only are you hot as fuck, you're a man of good taste.” Y/N smiled.

[cherryinterlude]

THE POSE, THE GLOVES, THE LEATHER, THE BANANA... he's looking camp in the eye

[taylorz-nicholasg]

“Very proud to be apart of the Hollywood Reporter.”

[midnight-blue-goth]

Not reaching the floor and having nasty posture, damn boy pick a struggle 😂

[spell-cleaver]

Do you think vader looks at lukes escapades and it like "So was that a Skywalker move or a Naberrie move?"

Luke gets rescued after his 12th swlf sacrificing stunt of the month and all he hears as he's dragged off to the Executor is Vader muttering about damned Naberrie genes

I don't think Vader would ever speak a word against Padmé haha. If Padmé was reckless, well, she was brave and bold and brilliant, wasn't she? If Anakin was reckless, what an idiot. So I definitely don't think he complains about Naberrie genes. I think if he looked at Luke he'd find a way for every single feature about Luke he liked to have come for Padmé, while every feature that worried him came from Anakin.

So I think he definitely looks at Luke's insane shenanigans and thinks, "He's such a Skywalker." BUT! There are two other important influences to add to the equation! He definitely blames Kenobi. And he probably blame the Lars family as well.

For Owen and Beru, this is patently unfair and hypocritical. I frequently think about that post that talks about Owen Lars holding the longest record for holding off Skywalker bullshit. I think Vader is out here complaining that growing up on a crime hole like Tatooine, Luke has clearly picked up horrible habits, a disregard for his own life, an unnervingly familiarity with recklessness - clearly this is all those farmers' fault. Which is so not fair! Luke grew up on Crime Planet but in fact did not see anything of it until his aunt and uncle died. I would argue that the only instincts of self-preservation that Luke has, he has because Owen and Beru drilled them into him.

But for Obi-Wan? Yeah, that's fair. Biggest hypocrite of them all. He complains about Anakin being reckless and is afraid of Luke being reckless, but then in a day he undoes all of Owen and Beru's hard work by taking Luke to a wretched hive of scum and villainy, introducing him to the worst smuggler in the galaxy, and getting him captured by the Empire. Also, in this time he has taken Luke's dreams of adventure and dialled them up to the max by telling him all about his father so Luke wants to be cool and adventurous like him.

All this to say: There's no way Vader blames Naberrie genes for Luke's insanity. He probably does have some awareness that Skywalker genes are at fault. But what's far more convenient is for Vader, in the tradition of many Sith Lords of his time, to just shout, "KENOBI!!!" and be done with it.

[jurassicsickfics]

Happy 2 years Jurassic World Dominion!!!😁🎈🎉🎊🎆🎇

[nerds-yearbook]

In Batman 181# (cover date June, 1966) Poison Ivy, Dragonfly, Silken Spider, and Tiger Moth were introduced. They were created by Robert Kanigher and Sheldon Moldoff. Of them, Poison Ivy was the break out character who would become a regular in Batman's rogues gallery. ("Beware of -- Poison Ivy", "The Perfect Crime -- Slighty Perfect", Batman 181#, DC Comic, Event)

[bowlerhatwearer]

32?

Greetings Anon ^^

32. Which OCs believe in ghosts?

The OCs who believe in ghosts would be:

Blaise Owens

June Owens

Connor Owens

Joanna Owens

Ruby Mortis

Victor Owens (later)

Manatena Bercoal

Franz Weißschloss

Nikolai Akdow

Kathrina Akdow

Leonid Akdow

Vasily Akdow

Aviso Grand

Job Fahim

Charly Doe

Thomas Lieberg

Quiet a few of them, as you can see believe in Ghost's, either way because they just believe in them, had encountered ghosts or because know that ghost's exist because of their magical/supernatural connection.

[potatovali]

Shork in the Deep

Wanted to draw one of my characters because they only have a ref sheet. Their name is Owen (they/them)

[nextstopwonderland]

This DORK 🤣

[onthepyre]

roughly 650 words of internalized homophobia and kissing. shorter than i meant it to be. had to write something though im crazy about this movie. @angry-yet-apathet1c this ones for you <3

"Hey, Jack."

It's said quietly, over the slop the school calls lunch. With Sarah out sick for the day, there hasn’t been much conversation at the table; what little has been said is peaceful and slow, with comfortable silence never far. Mark breaks it with that, and then a little head-jerk that says follow me as he stands.

Jack figures they’re headed out to the yard to smoke. He almost needs it, with the day he’s had — between waking up late and the pop quiz he’d just taken, he’s about to come apart at the seams. So Mark’s request, if he can call it that, is a welcome one. Jack follows him through the cafeteria and down the halls until they come to a bathroom on the other side of the school, which is… odd. But whatever. Call it an adventure, he thinks. A little bit of the thrill of getting caught. 

Mark opens the door with his back pressed against it so that he can grin at Jack. It’s a little mischievous, and he can’t help but smile back. Everything about Mark is contagious. His hands are twitchy, Jack notices, and he wonders what’s got him so nervous. 

The blue-white fluorescents are humming and flickering. The tile is dingy, and the whole room feels like a gas station late at night. It’s empty, as far as Jack can tell, and Mark walks ahead to make sure, bending lower and checking under stall doors for feet. Once he’s satisfied, he enters the furthest one and holds the door open for Jack. 

As soon as he’s locked the door behind him, Mark has him shoved flush against it. Before he can really think about it, Jack is kissing him, grabbing handfuls of his sweatshirt and trying to pull him close enough that there isn’t a single pocket of space between them. Mark is receptive; God, is he. He kisses with an almost bruising force, one hand in Jack’s hair and the other on his cheek, and when their teeth clink together, he sucks in a breath and bites down. 

Jack can feel something stirring. He shifts his hands so they’re on Mark’s sides instead, fingers splayed for maximum contact with his waist and ribs. Mark grabs hold of the collar of his sweatshirt and pulls, as if Jack could get any closer without being inside his skin. It’s just as intoxicating as getting high in the yard would have been. 

And then the bathroom door opens. 

Mark is off him in less than a second, flying to the opposite wall. Jack holds his breath and stares at him as they listen to the stranger pissing. Mark’s lips are pink and wet and his eyes are wild, darting between Jack and the gap between the stall and the floor. The stranger zips his pants and leaves without washing his hands, and when the door is closed they heave a sigh.

Mark sinks to the nasty tile floor. Elbows on his knees and head in his hands, Jack can hear him breathing, unsteady and loud. He’s not sure what else to do, so he walks over and joins him on the ground, and they sit in silence while Mark catches his breath.

“Goddamnit,” he eventually whispers. And that’s it. He leaves it there, for Jack to interpret. They go back to silence, because Jack isn’t really sure what to make of any of it. Mark’s face is still sort of red and he won’t make eye contact no matter how hard Jack tries. 

“Sorry,” Jack ends up saying, though he isn’t really sure what he’s apologizing for. Kissing him. Not kissing him again. Having hands. Being alive. Mark exhales like a dry laugh.

“Why?” 

He still won’t look up. Jack shrugs. Mark stands then, still staring blankly at the wall, and Jack reaches for his hand. He shakes it off and leaves without another word or glance, and Jack keeps sitting there long enough that he’s late to his next class.

[silvianap]

📺 DAILY NIKOLAJ COSTER-WALDAU in "The Last Thing He Told Me" ✨

DAY 7️⃣ : Part 7 of 7 (Episode 7) - THE END

📆 June 1, 2023

(-> Twitter thread)

[baldrysbaddies]

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