#ben spong

[mastersoftheair]

from jon-paul bell's instagram (ft. bailey brook, oaklee pendergast, ben spong, james meunier, and buck braithwaite)

[wornoutspines]

Masters of the Air | Teaser

In case you missed it the teaser for #MastersOfTheAir is out and it looks quite epic. it stars #AustinButler, #CallumTurner, #BarryKeoghan, and #NcutiGatwa. The series premieres January 26 on @appleTV.

Writer: Donald L. Miller (Book) Creators: John Orloff, John Shiban Stars: Austin Butler, Callum Turner, Ben Radcliffe, Anthony Boyle, Nate Mann, It would have been weird if this teaser wasn’t as epic as it is, it’s a Spielberg production after all. It looks awesome and the cast is just too interesting to ignore yet, I don’t know if this is something I’ll want to dive into in…

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[prince-of-red-lions]

I got possessed and it wouldn’t let me go until I drew him

so uh. yup there ya go

[scrrowblue]

chat thoughts on bf x ben as a ship

[monochroma-reviews]

TV REVIEWS I: Kip and Rory (BTVCkids/BTVCmini/BTVC)

If you had a certain upbringing, Kip and Rory were an instrumental part of your childhood, and in my eyes there can be no higher praise. If you didn't have that upbringing, I can only pity you.

For the uninitiated, Kip and Rory was a show about the titular brothers (at the beginning Kip was 4 and Rory 7), exploring the world and making discoveries. They were joined in this noble quest by their parents, their cousins Millie and Ben, and of course the best character, Sponge the cat.

What set it apart from other shows at the time was how fine-tuned it was to itsaudience; it expected them to be at the age of Kip, and as the audience got older the characters got older, with the show itself moving to a later timeslot on a more mature channel when Kip turned 8.The whole show itself was just insanely clever and well written, and ahead of its time if you're talking about stuff like queer rep and more mature themes (Rory's friend Martin, introduced in episode 2, talked about how great it was to have two dads. This was in 2009. How they got away with that I have no idea)

The show has just concluded its 14-year run last week with an incredibly emotional send-off (with Kip taking Rory's place at uni), and everyone I know was just bawling at the finale. It was just an all-round amazing show.

So, in general, Kip and Rory gets a 8.5/10, and my final words are the entirety of the theme which I can't post here because it's too long and y'all probably would have heard it anyway

[sweetpastillas]

i swore i wouldnt speculate but i only made that promise on twitterx

peep the last emoji used in each caption - those are probably the s4 arcs

viktor - 🍺(beer) - camaraderie, full 'bro'-ness, or a turn to reliance on alcohol? he doesn't have powers anymore; would he find it good that he won't blow up the world, or bad because he's ordinary?

luther - 🕺(dancing) - celebration? relaxation? maybe he finds sloane, or its a cover for not outright describing his arc. luther's also known for the crab move he does too.

diego - 📦(box/package) - new job? but it doesn't track, if he's back in vigilante gear. dad package? dad zone? a want to move out of hargreeves city? that last one is a maybe, but also unclear

lila - 🍼(baby bottle) - mothering, that baby for sure lived. i'd hate it if that's what she's reduced to, but i could get behind it if her arc was moving on from her own mommy issues with the handler. maybe it shifts her character, with someone else to care for – i hope she gets a scene with allison

allison - 👩‍👦(mom and child) - mothering 2, for an older kid, claire for sure. her actions and decisions will be family-oriented, something to finally keep her kid. she could be at odds with anyone from last season, but claire is what she'll stand for. (again, praying for a herxlila scene)

klaus - 🧽(sponge) - he's clean !!! and for sure levelling up further, or spiralling in. comics fans have gone on for years about bare feet and levitation, and maybe we'll finally get it.

ben - 🔒(lock) - maybe his true persona is locked? or he's locking himself away? we're still unclear as to whether this is Umbrella or Sparrow Ben, but the season could probably make that very point clear when it airs

five - 🕵‍♂️(detective) - detective mode !! they'll relegate five to being the brains of the operation once more. maybe he'll investigate the new universe, or reginald's motive and power himself.

reginald - 🧠(brain) - the key mind of this world. he programmed it, therefore he reaps his own rewards. we don't know yet how he's designed this world.

august 8 when i get you !!!1!

[sciderman]

I think of Alt!Peter and I smile, then I imagine Peter sobbing in Wade's arms at the memory of Uncle Ben, even murmuring something about wishing Ben never died. And Wade can't say anything because he knows, and he's met, the person Peter would've become if Ben wasn't murdered. Wade just... Holds him in silence, and then I frown.

yeah this made me frown too.

i think wade feels a lot of complicated emotions about uncle ben, actually. like huge. like, he's lost a lot of sleep over it.

like, existentialism. i think uncle ben gives wade just a bit of existential crisis. i think wade thinks about uncle ben a lot more than he cares to mention. he might even think about uncle ben more than peter does. the guilt is fresh. peter's had time to grieve, and make peace with it. but for wade, it's still fresh.

both wade and peter have the guilt of ben's death on their shoulders. isn't that funny? the start of wade's "betterment" arc also starts with uncle ben's death. just like peter's.

so, uncle ben is both of their origin stories. being "responsible" for uncle ben's death puts both of them on the hero's path, or whatever.

the crux of wade and peter's moral dynamic is kind of that. without uncle ben's death, they're the same. and, now, with uncle ben's presence in wade's life, however brief, it put wade on the same trajectory as spider-man.

i do often think about how aware wade is about this. that he's the product of having never been loved properly. and he knows, if he had a loving family like peter's - maybe his life would've been different.

i think the interesting thing that keeps wade awake at night is that - despite having all of the things wade longed for - a loving father figure who accepted peter and cared for him - peter could still wind up like wade. wade probably rotates it in his mind - that wade ran away from a father that never loved him - but peter ran away from a father who wanted nothing more than to embrace him.

and i think this is the interesting thing - that things aren't quite so black and white – peter was loved so he's a hero, wade wasn't loved so he can't be a hero - both wade and peter subvert that entirely. it's not just about circumstance. it's about decisions. it's about actions. and wade isn't entirely convinced of that. that he has the power to change just by the choices he makes. he has a nagging feeling that tells him he is what he is. and he'll never be more. the book has been written, and he's a product of what made him.

i think he laments that he couldn't have known someone like uncle ben, and it might've done him a world of good. but i think it isn't too late for wade to feel the love and acceptance of uncle ben in his life. even with uncle ben gone.

i think wade transcends that. he's like a love sponge. every morsel of love he gets, it goes so much further than with anyone else. he soaks it up, like sunlight. so i think wade can very quickly make-up for all those loveless years, with all the love that he's getting now.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Come Over

cw: mentions blood and injury- everyone is fine.

Nothing was going according to plan.

Harry had invited Draco to come over and celebrate Valentine's Day a couple of days early; he would have the kids on the actual day and as much as Draco loved his kids, it just seemed like a night better spent alone when your relationship (especially the physical part of it) was relatively new.

What Harry hadn't been planning on was Teddy catching the cold of the century, and Alex's pet iguana buggering off to who knows where, and for Ben's entire art supply collection to get dumped across the floor. He hadn't been planning on it being so hard to get the kids handed off to Ginny and out the door, so close to the time that Draco was meant to be arriving. He hadn't planned on tripping over the toys that were still strewn about and cracking his head on the corner of the table.

And he hadn't planned on blacking out, only to be revived by a very concerned looking Draco.

He tried to sit up and immediately groaned, the world spinning around him, grasping his head and feeling the sticky, wet spot where blood had started to congeal, pooling down into his hair. "Urrgh," he managed, pulling his hand away, grateful that Draco had obviously healed whatever wound was there.

"Hold on," Draco said quickly, trying to get Harry to lie back.

"No. I'm fine-" he said swatting Draco's hand away and pushing himself to his feet.

Fortunately, Draco reached out to steady him because just as quickly as he'd stood he found himself collapsing forward again, body swaying dangerously. "For fuck's sake," Draco grunted, heaving Harry's body onto the couch. "Lie down for a moment. You've lost a lot of blood."

Harry watched, sulking but obedient, as Draco dug through his bag.

"Here," he said holding out a vial, "blood replenishing potion," he added.

He swallowed it down, gagging a bit at the horrid texture.

"Pain potion for the massive headache that I'm sure you've got."

With a groan he swallowed that one too and the pain in his head lessened to a more reasonable level. "Sorry," he croaked, rubbing his eyes. "This wasn't-"

"Shut up," Draco snapped and Harry looked up at him uncertainly, he didn't often use that tone with him anymore. "Sorry," he said, pressing a shaking hand to his mouth. "Sorry, Harry, you-" he broke off, shaking his head, "I thought that-"

"Hey," Harry said, reaching for him, tugging him down toward the couch. "Hey," he whispered, pulling him into his arms as he saw the tears bright in his eyes. "Tell me," he requested.

"You were laying on the floor in a pool of blood," he rasped. "You weren't moving, I thought-"

"Oh," he said, holding Draco tighter, "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

Draco nodded against his neck.

"Sorry," he breathed again. "I'm alright."

Draco nodded again and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, holding him for a long moment. When he pulled back he said, "Come on," helping Harry up off the couch. "Let me run you a bath and I'll wash the blood out of your hair."

Harry groaned, even as he allowed Draco to tug him along to the bathroom, "That's disgusting, I don't want you to have to clean me up-"

"It's literally my job," Draco said, "I clean people up from things worse than this all the time. I don't think it's disgusting at all."

"With a cleaning spell, not a sponge bath," Harry argued, feeling quite silly as he thought about the situation as a whole. Draco must think that he was a complete idiot. And how can you find someone attractive if you think they're stupid and incompetent. Maybe the floor would just swallow him.

Draco started the bath with a tidy flick of the wand before his hands were carefully undressing Harry, like he was a child unable to do it himself.

"Honestly, Draco," he huffed, pushing his hands away, "I'm fine! I can-"

"Let me?" Draco asked, voice coming out soft and hesitant. "I know you can do it," he added. "But just," he let out a shuddering sigh, "let me help. Let me take care of you?"

Harry blinked, people didn't take care of him. Hadn't ever really taken care of him, outside of the hospital induced injuries. He frowned uncertain, "You don't have to do that-"

"I want to," Draco said, palm cupping Harry's cheek as his eyes searched Harry's. "I want so badly to be allowed to take care of you, to love you, to treat you with all of the tenderness in the world."

"Why?" Harry asked, not sure why he was trying so hard to push the other man away when he was just trying to do something kind.

But Draco's eyes just softened around the edges, "You deserve to be taken care of."

Throat a little too tight, all Harry could do was nod.

The smile that lit up Draco's face was breath-taking and he slowly, reverently undressed Harry, like he was something precious, something fragile. When he'd finished undressing him, he helped him into the tub, resting his head against the back, folding a towel under his neck.

Harry sighed and let his body relax into the warm water, watching Draco from the corner of his eye as he rolled up his sleeves and gathered the supplies to wash his hair.

Quietly, Draco took care of him; washing and conditioning his hair, keeping the water the perfect temperature, adding in lavender bath salts while he massaged Harry's scalp, soothing away the last of his headache.

"Thanks," he murmured, tipping his head back to look at Draco.

"Of course," Draco replied, combing Harry's still-damp curls back so he could press a kiss to his forehead. "Come on," he said softly. "Let's go eat the food I brought in your bed."

Harry allowed himself to be pulled from the tub, Draco dried him with a soft, fuzzy towel that he'd cast a heating charm on before bundling him into the room. Draco fed him grapes, and cheese, and characters, and meats, placing the foods on Harry's tongue for him. And then finished off by feeding him sweet chocolates that melted in his mouth.

When they'd finished eating, Draco packed everything away before slipping the two of them under the covers and holding Harry close.

Humming, he let his eyes drift closed, "I feel a little guilty."

"Why?" Draco asked curiously, pressing a kiss to his temple.

He shrugged, "tonight was supposed to be about us," he said. "We were supposed to get to have some quality time-"

"We are," Draco said, like he was confused by Harry's words.

"No," he huffed, "I mean we were supposed to get to have dinner with candles, drink a nice bottle of wine, have steamy sex-"

Draco huffed a laugh, "You're on blood replenishers and you have a head injury. This is just what the healer ordered-"

"I know," he said, curving his body into Draco's, letting the other man's arm draw him closer. "You're not dating me so that you can have one more patient-"

"Harry," he interrupted, "You're not another patient. I love you," he said softly. "Taking care of each other is what you do when you love someone. You take care of me, too," he added.

"That's different."

"Different how?" Draco asked with a laugh.

He shook his head, pressing his forehead against Draco's collarbone. "I don't know. I just like to do it for you but I don't like you doing it for me."

"Why?"

"What are you, my therapist?" he grumbled.

"No," he said, "Just your boyfriend, trying to understand why you're allowed to love and care for me, but I'm not allowed to do the same."

He swallowed, thought for a moment, tried to get the words in order. "I just," he sighed, "I don't want to be too much," he whispered. "I want to make it easy for you to stay, not harder."

"And you think letting me take care of you when you're hurt makes it harder to love you?"

He shrugged, "yeah."

"Being allowed to love you, being allowed to take care of you," he said, "It's a privilege. I know this is hard for you, letting people in, feeling like you're burdening them with your existence-"

Harry's eyes stung at the casual way Draco put those feelings into words.

"-and I'm grateful that you let me love you. The real you," he added softly. "He's my favorite."

Harry huffed a derisive laugh, "the sniveling mess, who tripped over a toy and bashed his own head in, is your favorite?"

"No," Draco said, "the sniveling mess who let me take care of him when it was hard is my favorite. The sniveling mess who tells me about what he's struggling with while clinging to me like a limpet is my favorite. You, being honest with me, letting me see the hurt," he kissed Harry's forehead, "You're my favorite."

"Thanks," he whispered, not entirely ready to believe Draco but not ready to push any further either.

"Thank you," he murmured back, kissing Harry's forehead.

And it wasn't always easy, healing from the wounds of childhood, but both Harry and Draco found that the patience, love, and dedication of the other was enough in time.

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written for the @hdcandyheartsfest prompt: 'Come Over'

read more of my hdcandyheartsfest23 fics here.

[watermelonsugacry]

Hiii!! I loveeee ur work and after reading best song ever mv fic I've had this idea of like soml mv.. like y/n is with all her family and harry is just being goofy and loved bye them and i really want to se Anne and y/n intract like i think she would have an idea that harry has a little crush on her and like in the last after talking to y/n Anne teases harry and he gets all blushy...!

Not That Simple

A/N: writing about yn's stepmum brings me so much happiness i can't really explain it. hope you enjoy it lovies 💚

SUMMARY: Harry and YN being oblivious idiots and lie to their mums on the set of filming for their new music video, Story of My Life. (3.2k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist

"YN! Mon amour comment vas-tu?” My love, how are you?

"Hey Penny." YN smiles warmly as her stepmum walks into the set studio and shares a quick, squished hug from her. 

Today is the day when One Direction films their music video for their upcoming single, Story Of My Life. It’s an exciting time for the band because they were able to bring along some of their family members to re-create some of their childhood photos. YN didn’t have much family outside from growing up with the Tomlinsons other than one of her favorite people in the world.

"How was the drive over here? Was Noah nice to yeh?" YN asks, referring to her head of security she sent to go get her stepmum from the airport. 

"Oh he was an absolute doll, but he was completely unnecessary, baby. Yeh know I can handle meself." She pushes her sunglasses on top of her head and there’s no denying how truly gorgeous Penny is. She did yoga to keep fit and wore tight fitting jeans to show off her curvy figure. For as long as YN has known her, her stepmum always wore her dark hair down and long enough to cascade down her back. She used to joke that she could hear Penny coming from a mile away by all the bracelets and necklaces she wears—it reminds her of her hippie days when she was younger.

"Was just a safety thing, Pen."

"Yeh worry too much. Now," Penelope claps and rubs her hands together. "Where are those hunky lads? Oh!" She brushes past her stepdaughter once she notices them all huddled around each other as they chat amongst themselves. 

"Pen...Penny!" YN whisper shouts at her stepmum but it's no use because the woman is quickly and confidently making her way towards the boys.

"Hiya lads!" Penelope raises her arms excitingly in the air, her hips shimming from side to side.

"Penny!" All the boys cheer, smiles from ear to ear as they go around giving her hugs and kisses on the cheek in greeting. There’s no denying how much the boys all love her stepmum. They can easily tell where YN sponged onto some of her personality from. 

“You boys have grown up so much!” She gushes. Penelope grabs ahold of Louis’s chin and shifts his head around for her to look at. She playfully scrunches up her nose. “Lou, you’ve got some stuff on yeh face.”

All the boys laugh at her poke at his facial hair. He swats her hand away before stepping forward into her open arms. “Ha, ha. Very funny.”

"Hey Ms. YLN." Harry smiles sweetly after his turn giving YN’s mum a hug, only to receive a playful pat on the chest from the older woman.

"Now Harold, how many bloody times do I need to remind yeh to stop calling meh tha'. Makes me feel old."

"Penelope is quite a character isn't she?" Anne tells YN with a sweet smile. It was so nice to have some of the mums come on for this project. Anne was one of the first ones to arrive and her and YN have been talking almost non-stop. She was such an easy person to talk with that YN almost wanted to talk to her about her confusing feelings towards her son.

"Aren't yeh just the cutest, sweetest lad around?" Harry chuckles when the woman pinches at his cheeks.

YN lets out a snort. "More like embarrassing." 

"Ben! I'm ready for me close up!" Penelope announces with a grand wave of her arms and YN groans into her hands.

...

"Cut!” Ben yells and takes off his little headphones as he comes around from the camera. “Alright ladies, we're just gonna make a few more adjustments and we'll let you know when we're ready for you again.”

The two ladies nod from their fixed positions on the couch and relax their limps. The picture they're re-creating is one that really pin points the start for her and her step mum's relationship. Baby YN was only four years old when her father started dating again after her mother passed away and met a young, hippie chick at a bar. YN wasn't very fond of any of the women her father brought home but Penelope was different. She actually gave notice to his daughter, made an effort for a conversation with the little girl, and gave her a mother's smile. After two months of dating YN’s father, one of the ways Peneople finally broke through to her was through one of the many great loves in her carefree lifestyle: music.

In no way was Penelope trying to buy her love, but she knew that the little girl's eyes and ears grew curious whenever she pulled out her guitar.

So one day, when Penelope pulled out her acoustic guitar and began to play her rendition of Dreams by Fleetwood Mac, she acted like she didn’t notice the little girl shy peaking over from the side of the velvet couch. Whenever the young woman took her stubble glances to YN, the little girl quickly hid her face, her chubby finger rubbing against the soft material of the couch.

When YN didn’t hear the strings making their pretty melody, her little furrowed eye brows peaked around to see that Penelope pulled out a little toy guitar for YN. The little girl's eyes widened in excitement and it was the first time Penny saw YN accepting her into her life. She played carelessly along with the woman, babbled baby gibberish with her singing and smiled big enough to showcase her growing, gapped teeth.

It was a moment that the two women would never forget. Soon enough, YN would grow more and more attached to the woman than her father and they’re both grateful to have established that relationship before her father began to drink more and more.

Penelope left the hippie scene for YN, her free life for that of a mother's and she wouldn't have changed a single thing about it. So the picture is one her father took when YN was handed her first guitar. Penelope sits on her old blue velvet couch with her acoustic guitar in hand, smiling warmly at her future step daughter. The four year old is sitting next to Penny on her little baby legs, happily showing off her toy guitar in her hand.

When the two women came on to the recreated set, they were honestly taken aback by how accurate everything looked. Down from the framed pictures in the background to her step mum's favorite velvet couch.

"Y'know," YN’s step mum says lowly. "That boy hasn't stopped staring at yeh ever since I got here."

YN furrows her eyebrows and discreetly looks over her shoulder to see Harry in fact looking over to their way. He quickly adverts his gaze the second he's caught and suddenly finds something on the ground super interesting.

"That's just how he is." YN shrugs her shoulders, her fingers messing around with the tiny toy guitar in her hands, playing a soft and squeaky riff on it.

"He's always like that?" Penelope widens her eyes in playful amusement. "M'surprised he hasn't burned a whole in yeh head yet. Yeh can practically see the fookin' hearts in his eyes."

She can see the way her stepdaughter nervously adjusts the thick strap of her purple dress that's decorated with dogs all over. Penny nearly cried at the sight of her little girl back in the nostalgic piece of clothing.

"And even though they're not as big and bright as his, I can see the ones in yours, too." With Penelope's eyes focused on her finger placement on the neck of her guitar, she continues, "And don't yeh dare roll yeh bloody eyes at me, you know it's true."

YN stops her eyes from fully making their rotation and opps for squinting up at the ceiling.

"I don't like him like that." YN lies through her teeth. "He's...like a brother to me." The words taste vile on her tongue and she has to stop herself from cringing at the lie.

"Yeah, a brother you cuddle and snuggle up with. Which, if yeh put it like that sounds kinda creepy." YN visibly tenses up from her spot on the couch and eyes her step mum.

"...How do yeh know about that?"

"M'not giving away me allies." Penelope pucks her fingers against the wired strings to make a pretty melody. A beat goes by before she flattens her hands over the strings and says with a shrug, "Okay, it was Louis."

YN lets out a laugh of disbelief, "I'm going to fooking kill—"

"But so what if you cuddle with him?"

"Can yeh keep yeh bloody voice down?" YN hisses with wide eyes. She’s too scared to even glance over in his direction, hoping he didn’t hear her stepmum’s nonchalant tone.

"I think it's sweet.” Penelope shrugs like it’s not a big deal. “He's breaking yeh out of yeh shell. And he's a nice boy, YN. He’s good for yeh.”

“Yeah, maybe too good.” YN mutters to herself, missing the usual set of rings on her fingers to fidget with. 

“Hey, cut that shit.” Penople snaps and her stepdaughter’s eyes widen and her shoulders coming up her ears in a shrug in defense.

“I didn’t say anythin—”

“No, nuh uh. I will not sit here and listen to yeh belittle yourself like that, especially not for a boy. Don’t care who it is. I raised yeh better than that. Understood?” Penelope wasn’t used to having to scold her daughter in a while. It’s not like she did it every second of the day either, it’s just that YN has been away from home for the past three and a half years that she can forget her little girl isn’t a child anymore. She’s a young woman making her way through the world, a world too big for Penelope to ever fully experience and guide her daughter through but she will try her damn near best to any way she can.

“Yeah. Sorry, Pen.”

Penny isn’t truly mad at her, she doesn’t think that’s even possible at the sight of YN’s dejected look. She places a gentle hand on her stepdaughter’s cheek and her heart squeezes tight when YN leans into her touch, closing her eyes and letting out a quiet sigh.

“I love you, my baby. Always.”

“I love yeh too.” After resting her guitar on the side of the couch, YN allows her stepmum to pull her into her arms for a bear hug. She rests her head on Penelope’s chest, her forehead pressed against the side of her neck with her hands clutching onto her stepmum’s arm.

“Guess I have Harry to thank for yeh allowing me to cuddle on yeh.” Penelope jokes as she rests her cheek on top of YN’s head. But she’s suddenly and quickly blinking back tears by YN’s next words.

“Thank yeh for everything, mum.”

It’s always a rare, cherished moment whenever YN calls her by that name. It was always Penny or Pen, always being introduced as her stepmum and she never had a problem with that. After her biological mother left the picture, Penelope was in no way, shape or form ever trying to replace the little girl’s real mother. 

Even though she’s still not used to saying it a whole lot, YN does see Penny as her mother and there are not enough words in the world to ever describe how grateful for the woman hugging her. Thankfully, no other words need to be said in this moment as Peneople pulls her daughter closer, brushing a hand over YN’s hair before planting a kiss on top of her head. 

It’s not everyday she can hold her daughter in her arms in this nostalgic setting.

...

“Aw, Niall. You look so cute here.” YN coos as she points to one of the blonde lad’s baby photos. “What the hell happened?”

The boys all cackle and jab at Niall and it only makes YN laugh even more. 

"If you keep staring at her like that, you'll burn a hole right through her head, bunny." Anne whispers to her son as he watches YN and the boys in the room with their childhood photos hanging up everywhere. "Remind me, son. Why haven't you asked the lovely girl out on a date yet?"

Oh how he just wants to rant to his mum about everything. He wants to tell her how it’s not as simple to ask her out, to take her out to a fancy restaurant, wine and dine her to make her see how irrevocably in love he is with her. He can’t drive her home and walk her up to her doorstep and not end the night with a goodnight kiss without the world shoving its nose in places where it doesn’t belong. 

He wants to explain to his mum about how much he’s thought about it to the point where he can’t fall asleep most nights. What would happen if we dated and then broke up? It would be awkward for not only the two of them to work together but for the whole band. And that's only even if, if she likes him back. But that’s another rabbit hole he can’t afford to go down into.

“Who said I ever liked her in the first place?”

“Please. I’m your mum, I know things; I know you.” She brushes a gentle hand over his hair, careful not to mess up Lou’s work. “Could see the look on your face ever since you were sixteen, bunny.” Not to mention by just watching her son throughout the day today. When the band was shooting the open scenes for the video where they all develop, organize and hang up their photos, it can almost easy to miss the way Harry gravitates towards her.

Her role in the scene was to sit in the desk adjacent from Liam’s as he fucks around with whatever equiment he was assigned to. She can’t say she relatively knew what her role was either; she just wrote down nonsense on a clipboard before handing Harry the pictures for him to hang up. 

The whole time they filmed the scene and whenever Ben would yell out cut! Harry would sit his bum on her desk while she leaned her elbows towards them as they would get lost in random conversation. She would laugh and nod along to whatever he said and Harry would brush his index finger at the underside of his nose to try to minize how big his smile would get. The bts camera always seemed to have a lot of content to capture whenever the two were together—and that was almost always. 

“Yeah well m’grown now.” Harry straightens up a bit and shoves his fingers into the tight pockets of his black skinny jeans. “But even if I did, it was just a little, school boy crush. M’over it.”

Before she can point out the obvious truth he’s avoiding, his mum smiles and nod towards someone behind him. 

“Hey, sorry to bother your talk.” YN smiles politely at Anne before turning attention towards her bandmate. “H, they’re calling us to set now.”

“Us?” Harry doesn’t mean to perk up like he did at the thought of the two of them doing a scene together, but alas.

“Yeah, the boys and I are ready for yeh.”

“Oh r-right,” Harry rubs the underside of his nose with his index finger. “Course because we were all doin’ solo shots before—I mean you already know that because you were with Penny so of course you would remember that.” The absolute word vomit is almost too painful to watch, but it hurts less than literally proving his mother right in real time. “Dunno why I even said that, because you obviously—I mean everyone kind of...um,” He chuckles to himself. 

What the hell was that? He thinks to himself.

Harry fumbles over his words and Anne doesn’t even have the decency to hide her growing smile. Especially when she sees a tint of pink come to her son’s cheeks when YN lets out a giggle.

“Cat got yeh tongue, H?” She beams.

He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck as his dimples pop out in a smile. He feels like he’s making a right idiot out of himself. It’s like all logic and coolness he has chucks itself out the window when she smiles at him. He feels like he’s sixteen again, embarrassed by his crush laughing at him and wishing the world would swallow him whole.

“Apparently so. Bloody thing forgot to give it back.”

“Well maybe I can give it gentle reminder over there.” The skin on his wrist tingles when she takes a gentle grip on it and starts to pull him towards the set. She gives a sweet twiddle of her fingers towards his mum, “Bye, Anne.”

“Bye, hunny. Have fun, you two.” And when YN faces forwards again, Harry has to remind himself of his manners and resist the urge to roll his eyes and at his mother’s knowing smile.

...

Along with some of the other family members that came along for the video shoot, their two mums stand off to the side behind the multiple monitors as they watch the band perform their song. 

YN slowly follows the camera as it moves in a circle around them. One of the sides of her cardigan slips off of her shoulder and she wraps her arms around her torso as she sings her somber bridge.

The story of my life, he takes her home

They drive all night to keep her warm

And time is frozen

When the band had their writing session for this song, YN pushed to add these lines. For a good chunk of their songs, YN always likes to add a female’s response to whatever the boys were singing. With this, she’s able to convey that the cycle of said relationship isn’t one sided. As the male character of the song does all he can for their partner, they never get the girl. 

In turn, YN tells the story of what it's like to look on from the outside—to want the person who’s too busy looking at someone else.

“I think my son has a staring problem.” Anne whispers.

The two mums snicker at the multiple monitor screens because even though the main camera is on YN, another side camera captures the way Harry’s staring fondly at his bandmate. 

“And me daughter is a terrible liar.” Penelope sighs. “Thought I taught her better.” 

“To share her feelings?”

“To lie better.” The two women chuckle quietly to themselves before  they watch their oblivious, ignorant children give each other subtle glances. “Should I start savin’ for their wedding now? Or when they finally decided to grow a pair and tell one another how they feel?”

“Oh, if they keep this up,” Anne cheekily nods to her son’s attempts to not smile at YN and sing along to the chorus. “They won’t be dating until they're forty.”

“I give ‘em six years.”

“I think five. One of them is bound to break.” The two women shake hands and then break out in chuckles at their realization. “Did we really just bet on when our kids will get together?”

“I think we did. Wait, what do we win if we’re right?” Penny says with an amused smile as she sees YN pass by Harry with putting a gentle hand on his arm. 

“Oh, seeing them together is going to be satisfaction enough.” 

“Agreed.”

...

The rest of the photos of YN that hang on the walls:

Her and Louis (pre XFactor):

Her and Penelope:

Her and her high school rock band-> Loophole:

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[jessjad]

Unexpected

Chapter 7

Summary: After a Halloweenparty Y/N actually didn't want to got to, her life seems to be turned around. The reason is a very stubborn Supe that seems to have her in his visier. Is it just a coincidance or more?

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x Reader

Word Count: 2612

Warnings: some language and some shocking events at the end

A/N: Hey everyone! We're coming to a turning point now. After this chapter things will heat up. So, I hope you still like the ride and stay with me to the end. 😉 All mistakes are mine. Enjoy!

My Masterlist Series Masterlist

It was all over the news. Soldier Boy blows up a restaurant while dining with his girlfriend. Questions were askd if he did it on purpose. If he thought that the woman by his side was starting to become a risk. It was obvious to everyone by now that he didn't want to be caught. He appeared in public, yeah, but noone seemed to be able to grasp him. He vanished out of everyones eyes within seconds. That Mallory and her men played a big part in that was unknown to them of course.

While he watched the scenes unfold on tv over and over again, he could still hear Y/N voice calling out for him. He still saw her Y/E/C eyes full with worry and shock. Ben had tried to keep his focus on her, to stay present and not lose control. But the damn song got louder and louder and he couldn't hold it back. In one moment Y/N was there right beside him, her small hand on his arm, demanding his attention and in the next second he woke up on the floor. Laying on his back in the middle of broken furniture and debris.

His mind replayed their dinner, while he tried to get up again. After a not so happy start, because of his stupid song, he didn't want to let her stew in her insecruritys just because he couldn't open his mouth. It's not like he didn't get what Y/N was trying to do. That she tried to make him open up to her. He listened to everything she said, but it was not his thing to talk about himself and his fucked up life. Let alone his fucked up mind.

But still he tried. It was not much he started to talk about but Y/N seemed to absorb every word he said like a sponge. Her surprised gaze and that small smile on her plush lips did things to his old and rusty heart and he began to wish he would've started talking to her sooner.

But in all this tragedy and danger that the whole situation had brought with, it also came with some surprises. Some of the kind that you can still use to your own advantage. It definitly helped him more that he thought would be possible. A mocking sigh disturbed his thoughts and brought his attention back into these four walls.

"What?" he asked grumpingly.

M.M. just shook his head. "Weren't you the one who said that you would protect her? Keep her safe?"

"And that I did, until..."

"Yeah, you did a really good job with that, motherfucker." Marvin cut him off and stood up.

"Nothing would've fucking happened when you all would do your job right!" Ben turned fully to the man next to him and started to ball his fists.

"Oh now it's our fault!" Marvin took a few steps forward.

"Yeah, it fucking is! If the fridgid cunt Mallory would be really on top of this game as she claims to be this would've never happend."

"You stupid motherfucker! You blew up that building!"

"Because none of you prevented Homelander from attacking me from behind!" Ben shouted and was about to go over to him.

But a small whimper made him stop in his tracks. He looked to the couch from where the sound was heared. Marvin did the same. Ben's face softened and he opend up his fists again. Another whimper came from Y/N's weak body that was buried under three blankets to keep her warm.

Annie had no other choice but to jump with her into the Hudson River to safe her from the explotion. The cold of the late november water had pushed all the air out of Y/N's lungs. The shock of the bitter cold water had hit her so strong, that she tried to breath in, but instead she swallowed a lot of water. Annie kept a good grip on her, but Y/N had panicked, before she lost concious.

Both women been in the water for several minutes, but the blonde supe never let go of her friend. Some of Mallory's men eventually got them out of the water. But not like Annie, who didn't even had a scratch, Y/N stayed unconcious. She was hypothermic and her lips were already blue. This morning, a few days later, she finally got out of the hospital and was back in their apartment.

The doctors had said, that she had no major injurys and was now just battling a cold. But Ben could almost hear her racing pulse and feel the high temperature rising from her body. And it was his fault. In the end it was him that blew up that building and he blamed himself for getting Y/N into this situation. Just that M.M. didn't need to know that. Y/N whimpered again and Ben had enough. He had to do something for her.

"Keep an eye on her." was all Ben said to M.M. before he left the apatment once again without looking back.

"I don't know where the fuck he went." Marvin said angrily into his phone. "The motherfucker just left the apartment hours ago!"

Ben stood infront of the door, not ready to open it yet. Listening in on M.M. was a better idea. He could hear the muffled voice of Mallory on the other end of the line, but he didn't understand a goddamn word. Shit. So he slowly opened the door.

"I can not leave her alone here! She's still not feeling well. Someone needs to take care of her!"

"I'm gonna take care of her. You can go now."

Ben answered casual and didn't waste a glance at Marvin. He took of his jacket and shoes, put the little white plastic bag he carried on the kitchen table and walked over to the couch. Y/N was still laying there under her blankets and seemed to be asleep still. But there was an empty bowl with a spoon in it right next to her on the floor. She ate something. Good.

"I'm not sure if that's a good idea." M.M. hung up the phone and grabed his stuff.

"I left the door open for you." now Ben turned his head to the other man and fixiated him with his eyes.

But Marvin didn't have to be asked twice. He closed the door behind him loudly and left just silence behind. After a few heartbeats Ben looked down on Y/N again and touched her forehead with the back of his hand. Her temperature was still high and he really did not like that. So, he went back over to the kitchen table and pulled a little orange bottle out of the plastic bag.

Y/N stirred a little while Ben came over to her and sat down infront of her.

"Hey, Y/N. Wake up for me." he said softly and brushed a few sweaty strands out of her face.

"Noo..." she replied with a whisper. "I wanna sleep."

"C'mon. I have something for you. It'll help."

She opend one eye very carefully and looked at the man infront of her. He was holdig up his hand and in it there was a little white pill. Oh god... She closed her eyes shut and turned her head away from him.

"I don't wanna take any of your drugs."

"These are not drugs..."

"I'm sick, Ben. Not depressed..."

"Could you fucking stop arguing with me for a second and just trust me?"

It took a moment, but Y/N turned her head back to him again and opened both eyes now. "What is it then?"

"Antibiotics."

She furrowed her brows. "Where did you get that?"

"Is this important right now?" he replied a little infurated, but then he took a deep breath in and his facial features softened again. "Please... just take it."

Now Y/N's eyes widened a little. He said please. Ben, THE Soldier Boy, probably the most stuck in time man of all, said please. She could not believe it, but it worked. She opened her mouth a little and he laid her the small pill on the tounge, before he gave her a glas of water. After she swallowed it all, she change her position on the couch to a more comfortable one and felt sleep already pulling on her concious again.

"I'm so cold..." was the last thing she said before she drifted off again.

But Ben heared her loud and clear. He changed into his pajamas and before he could change his mind he scootched himself on the couch right behind Y/N. She started to shiver as soon as he lifted the blankets to make room for himself, but after he hugged her and traped the covers over both of them he could hear her sigh in relieve. She really must've felt cold. And after some more time, Ben too drifted of into the debths of sleep.

When Y/N woke up the nex time, she felt a whole lot better. The fever finally went down and she was not as cold anymore. She also felt very rested and didn't seem to have any symptoms of a bad cold. She stretched extensively and felt a hard body behind her. The smile came automatically. Ben. But she also realized that she was not laying on the couch anymore. At some point in the night he must've carried her into the bedroom. That warmed her cheeks a little, feeling slighty embarrassed.

Slowly, to not disturb the man in her life, she stood up and left the room. After a quick visit to the bathroom she went on into the kitchen. It was already after ten but still noone was here, which was odd.

"Are they going to be late?" she asked herself while she filled the kettle with water.

"Noone's coming in today." said a deep voice behind her, so that she turned around.

Ben still looked tired, but his eyes were already fully concentrating on her. He came over to Y/N and stopped infront of her.

"Why not?"

"Because we need a break from them. YOU need a break. We'll be fine for one fucking day on our own."

The supe took her face into one hand and leveled his eyesight a little with hers to take a proper look at her face.

"How are you feeling?"

Kinda surprised by this question Y/N saw genuine concern in these wonderful green eyes and she felt the soft and gentle touch of his hand on her cheek. Her heart started to jump a little, but not because of the cold she still felt in her system.

"Way better, actually. My circulation is still a bit weak and I'm still a bit cold, but it's much better than yesterday."

"Good. That's good." Ben took his hand away and Y/N already missed the contact. "I had to give you two more pills during the night."

"What?" she asked surprised.

"Yeah. Your fever just didn't wanna fucking go down."

The woman didn't know what to say to this. He cared for her and she couldn't even remember it. Who was this guy and what did he do to the Ben she knew?

"Okay...eh... time for breakfast, right?" Y/N wanted to start doing something, but Ben was quick in stopping her.

"No, no, no." He guided her to the couch. "You gonna sit down and try to find something to watch on tv. I'll handle the breakfast."

Her eyes widened. "You...you'll make breakfast?"

He turned around to her. "What? No. I'm no fucking cook." shaking his head he grabbed his phone. "I order us something. Maybe on of the guys outside is bored."

Y/N chuckled. There he was back again. While she took the remote in hand to turn on the tv, she listened to Ben talking to whoever and commanding the person on the other end of the line to bring them breakfast. But that didn't seem to go as smooth as he had hoped for, judging on the profanities he barked into his phone. Y/N overheared it and zapped through the channels, when she catched a special broadcast that showed Homelander infront of a school building.

"Ben..." she called after the man in her kitchen, while she heard Homelander talking about an incident that happened in this school yesterday. She turned up the volume.

"What the..." Ben came over to Y/N and stood behind the couch, brows furrowed and eyes on the screen.

"For the last years, my son Ryan here, has lived in hiding." The camera panned down to Homelanders right side where he pulled his son forward and layed his arm around his shoulders. "It was simply to dangerous for him, since he didn't have me to protect him."

"That's one fucking way to put it." Ben said to himself, but Y/N heared him and she knew what he meant. Annie had told her a lot in the last weeks.

"So I thought... it would be time for Ryan to finally be able to go to school with kids his age. To make friends. Hm?" he shook his son a little and smiled down to him before he looked up again. "I mean, who would NOT want to go to school and be friends with MY son."

Homelander kept smiling but that faded pretty quickly and an eerie feeling crept up Y/N spine. With a glanze to Ben she saw that he didn't feel any different. His knuckles were already white from gripping the back of the couch so strong.

"But then he told me that yesterday some of the kids been mocking him, bulling him even. Especially one kid. And that is something I can not tolerate. So, I found that kid. If you all maybe want to look over there?"

The camera showed the other side of the street where Homelander had pointed to. Y/N gasped and sat up a little strighter. There was a man in a black suit, that held a dark haired boy in a strong grip. The little one looked terrified and it seemed as if he had cried. Then, there was Homelander on the screen again.

"Huuuh... now you wished you wouldn't have done that, am I right? But everyone needs to learn at one point. And now..." he looked down on Ryan again. "... my son is gonna teach you a lesson."

All eyes were on the little blonde boy who had no idea what to do. He took a step back and looked questioningly up to the man next to him.

"What... do you mean?"

Homelander smiled quickly to the cameras and people infront of him, before he got down on his knee to be on eyelevel with his son.

"Ryan, he's been mean to you. He didn't treat you like you deserve. You're MY son. It's time you start to show that to everyone." He said a little quieter, but the micros and cameras catched it anyway.

"What?" his eyes widened and he glanzed over to the other boy.

"How about you try out your laser eyes again? That's what I would do." But Ryan hesitated with fear in his eyes, not sure on what to do here. "C'mon. Make me proud and show them that we're a family."

And after some moments that seemed to fly by in slow motion, the last thing people saw on live tv was Ryan lasering the poor boy on the other side of the street.

A/N: Halftime, guys. 🙈 At least in my planning. BUT as I know me, there's still room for more. So, let's see where this story keeps taking me. See you next time! 🤗

@lyarr24 @k-slla @leigh70 @deadlydivergentgirl @deans-spinster-witch

[mastersoftheair]

[sadsoftserve]

To settle a debate in my discord server rn,

Propaganda under cut

FLAMETHROWER

Does male cheerleading

LOOK AT HIM

Probably great at fashion

Mansplain, Manipulate, Malewife.

DARKSTAR

Star themed

Probably great at Cod and Fortnite

Silly dude.

Ben.

A WET SPONGE OF A BOY

Voiced by jello, if that helps.

He wears sweater vests.

SPIKE

SHES A GIRL!!!

will give you tattoos and Piercings

Kinda goth too

CRUSHER

BEEFY

Gives great hugs

Can't cook, but will for you.

CARCRASH

Malewife.

Likes you very much

History nerd.

[rascalentertainments]

Account Update 🌟

I haven't been on this platform in years and slowly started making posts and reblogs again. Most of the accounts I did follow back then are either gone, or no longer active. So I'm listing EVERY THING I'm into, so I can follow people back with similar tastes and interests. Consider it a get to know me things whole I make updates. Reblog, share and comment as much as you want, I'd really like to make good use of this site again. Especially since I'm a YouTube Spoofer and part time writer, and always getting inspiration. Which also means my channel is going through revamping, so you'll see some activity on and off as things are scheduled ahead of time.

Plus I'm working on creating my own animation studio with friends to bring my original ideas to life as movies and series in the future. I love to spread joy and fun to others to who aspire to animate as well! Warning: there's a a ton of things I love! 😅

Animation/Cartoons 🎨

Animation

Behind the Scenes and Animations tests

Animation Trivia

How to Draws

Fanart

Memes

Animation History

Tributes

Kid Cosmic

Ben 10 (Classic-Omniverse)

Teen Titans

Samurai Jack

OK K.O: Let's Be Heroes!

Bluey

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Codename: Kids Next Door

Invincible

Voltron: Legendary Defender

Justice League/Unlimited

Young Justice

Batman Beyond

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

The Batman (2004)

Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes

Motorcity

Hazbin Hotel

Spectacular Spider-Man

Gravity Falls

Wander Over Yonder

Sponge bob Square pants

Johnny Bravo

Johnny Test

Scooby-Doo/Mystery Incorporated

Code Lyoko

Lackadaisy

Avatar: The Last Airbender

The Legend of Korra

Transformers: Prime

G.I Joe Renegades

Wolverine and the X-Men

Danny Phantom

American Dragon: Jake Long

Star vs The Forces of Evil

Penn Zero: Part Time Hero

Tales of Arcadia

Lego Monkie Kid

TMNT (2003)

Wild Kratts

Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur

Xiaolin Showdown

El Tigre

Miraculous Ladybug

Steven Universe

Monster High

Static Shock

Hellboy: Animated

Animaniacs

Tangled: The Series

Lilo & Stitch The Series

Darkwing Duck

DuckTales 2017

Wish Concept Version

Lego Monkie Kid

Buddy Thunderstruck

King of the Hill

The Simpsons

My Life as a Teenage Robot

Comic Books & Manga 🔥

Marvel & DC

Superman

Batman

Superpets

SuperSons

Hellboy

Invincible

My Hero Academia

Fullmetal Alchemist

Monthly Girls: Nozaki-kun

Deadpool

Jonah Hex

Middlewest

My Little Pony

MLP: Legends of Magic

Ouran High School Host Club

Jujutsu Kaisen

My Hero Academia: Vigilantes

Godzilla

Voltron Legendary Defender

Scott Pilgrim

Anime 🇯🇵

My Hero Academia

Sonic X

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

Ya Boy Kongming!

OddTaxi

Toradora!

Monthly Girls: Nozaki-kun

Cowboy Bebop

Urusei Yatsura (2022)

Scott Pilgrim Takes Off

Tiger & Bunny

Solo Leveling

Jujutsu Kaisen

White Cat Legend

Dr. Stone

High Card

Demon Slayerw

Trigun: Stampede

Delicious in Dungeon

Love is War!

InuYasha/Yashahime

Polar Bear's Cafe

Rascal the Raccoon

Movie Franchises 🎬

Kung Fu Panda

The Fast Saga

Star Wars

Sheep

Hellboy

DCAU

Scooby drop

Pixar

Lego Movie

TV Series 📺

Stranger Things

Heroes

Friends

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Supernatural

Video Games 🎮

Sonic the Hedgehog

BROK The Investigator

Blind

Crash Bandicoot

Sly Cooper

Spyro

Party Games

Mario & Sonic at the Olympics Series

That's mostly the just of me and what my channel is going to start having. If you have any questions about favorite foods, animals, book series, sports or anything about personal tastes, feel free to drop them I'm my asks box, and Ill get to them as soon as possible!

Hope you'll like what I have to offer! 🌟🌟🌟

[fandom-nursery]

Jay agere headcanons

Regresses pretty big. Usually around 7-10 years old 

Huge big brother energy whenever he regresses at the same time as any of the other VKs 

He sometimes struggles to realizes he’s regressing and for a long time he wasn’t even aware that's what was happening to him 

He mostly felt confused and a little embarrassed about his regression before learning that the rest of his friends regress too. Having that solidarity on the Isle, even if he didn't have the words for it yet, felt great 

Once they came to Auradon and learned what regression was he could confidently put a name to his feelings and there was a lot of relief in knowing that it was something that happened to other people and not just something strange or wrong with him  

Little Jay soaks up praise like a sponge and will do almost anything for a pat on the back or a “good job” from whoever is watching him 

While regressed Jay will occasionally have a bit of a stutter and tends to forget words 

He is a very upbeat and enthusiastic little 

Drums his hand on his legs, tables, walls, really anything within his reach when he’s excited 

He doesn’t typically nap; however, once when he was outside relaxing with the other VK’s on a very sunny day in the grass he couldn’t help but nod off. Evie took about 1000 pictures of him while he slept 

Jay is a very physical guy. When little he loves to have his hair ruffled or be given high fives or piggy back rides. Generally he just craves physical affection 

He loves to play games like tag or red light green light or hopscotch. Basically any game where he gets to run around

When he has the time he also likes to go walking down by the ocean and collect sea glass and other cool rocks and shells. Collecting things helps him manage his sticky fingers and keep him from swiping peoples things on instinct 

He does struggle not to steal much more while regressing. His impulse control is simply not there and the habit has been ingrained in him for so long since stealing was one of the only ways he could get his father's attention 

Jay loves getting to try new foods but his favorites have all been comfort foods that his dad used to make back on the Isle but was never able to get quite right due to the lack of fresh ingredients 

Jay can be a bit of a messy eater due to old habits from having to eat quickly on the isle but he’s working on it 

Action action figure kid 

Jay also has several lego sets that he and Carlos share which he loves to play with 

Carlos built him a fidget toy designed specifically for when Jay was having a hard time kicking his thief habits. Fiddling with it always soothes him and helps keeps his hands busy 

Jay told Ben about his regression after seeing how the young king responded to Carlos regressing. Jay wanted someone who was more regularly at tourney practice than Carlos to know and be able to pull him aside or help him out if he accidentally regressed on the field (which happened several times)

The VK’s take care of him but he usually feels he doesn’t need a caregiver and really is just happy to have people to keep him company and hang out/play games with  

He is a sucker for classic young man nicknames like kiddo and sport 

The other VK’s set up a star chart for Jay as a way for him to earn rewards for good behavior. He loves getting to put new stickers on the chart and always gets really excited when he’s earned enough to pick out a prize. It makes him feel very accomplished

[trans-rights-adam-jensen]

Adam Jensen's Detroit apartment trivia--tiny details

I just went ahead and made a list of things I think the Wiki should have but doesn't.

Meds that adam has in his apartment:

-chromium supplements

-atocyl (skin wipes)

-paracetamol

-nuronex 

-not a medication, but tracheostomy sponges (wound dressings for areas around drains)

Adam keeps his apartment at 59F??? BRO IM SHIVERING

Some of the notes on his wall are "the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog" (from relearning how to write) ; ;

Books that adam has in his apartment:

Format: Title (author(s))

Gurus (like part of a type of book series) SWAT

Feeding the fires of babylon

child and violence

encyclopedia alumnica (entire set)

vernix (samuel wale, an irl book illustrator)

self gratification

Human Traffic (Birck ??? and ???)

being more effective

sick management tactics (Jim Doughe?)

desk rooster

forging the bonds

living with your new cybernetic prosthetic, 2nd edition, all you need to know about treatments, recovery and functionality (J. Bowkett and G. Moreau)

a detailed history of cybernetics

guns blazing

hairy plumber(?) (spine resembles harry potter and the deathly hollows, likely a parody)

the planet of cakes

man in armor (william ???)

resolving conflicts (marcus larson)

the many levels of hate (Ben Ayotte)

Fatal Feet (FF) (sidenote, this is the kind of shit I would put as filler stuff at 2am on level design too, man)

La Colonna Spezzata

Narcotics 

Life and Regrets (Adam Manyoki)

Laws of Detroit 

Laws of Detroit II

Orpheus Slain (Johanna Kirsch)

Chaos theory unraveled

the act of gratuitous violence

general tao: the man behind the chicken

tactical manual volume 1 

Tactical manual (thicker alternate book to volume 1) 

clubbing the incompetent brain

Mechanics

Police force and ethics 

using force for peace (Berth Morisot) (howling at the title oh god)

under heavy fire

sports encyclopedia (phil zelzork)

police tech-???

on the brink of oblivion (johnson)

(???? title in cursive)

No I did not put how many copies he had of each. That would have melted my brain.

[shit-people-probably-didnt-say]

Ben: You were so drunk last night

Klaus: I wasnt that drunk

Ben: You started cutting up pineapples yelling ‘stop hiding sponge bob! I know you’re in there!’

Klaus:

Klaus: Did I find him?