#booooo fuck the french

[allpromarlo]

france in the world cup final on back to back occasions?

[dirt-juice]

everyone go listen to CALYPSO

[glugglestar]

Simon: oh my fucking god I just killed my wife. shit shit shit what am I gonna do holy shit I'm gonna have to plead insanity. I am so ridden with guilt and now I'm gonna go get tortured

Meanwhile Stella:

HEAVEN

boo bada booooo

I'M GONNA SPEAK

FRENCH

NOW HEHE

[compicit-rotting]

Simon: oh my fucking god I just killed my wife. shit shit shit what am I gonna do holy shit I'm gonna have to plead insanity. I am so ridden with guilt and now I'm gonna go get tortured

Meanwhile Stella:

HEAVEN

boo bada booooo

I'M GONNA SPEAK

FRENCH

NOW HEHE

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Running Up That Hill (A Deal With God)

Chapter Three

Warning: one trippy moment for reader, anxiety talk

Chapter Two | Chapter Four

Steven Grant is a pretty cool guy! He seems meek, shy, a bit anxious too; yet, this man can be brutal in his quips! Twice he caught you off guard when another employee tried to basically jerk him around. His old job's director used to do that along with never calling him by his name.

A condescending bitch is what he wouldn't say but you said it for him.

Steven also lives in the same apartment complex as your father! Top floor attic style, from what he has told you. Fancy in your mind, he says it's okay. Steven is self taught in almost everything when it comes to history and French. He likes burritos and his friend is a guy who pretends to be a statue.

Overall a guy you have no problem having a minor crush on.

In Steven's point of you: you have a lot of energy! Steven is trapped in the maelstrom called you each afternoon on a Wednesday, you said Wednesdays is your day off. He would be at lunch eating and you slide next to explaining how you are going to fist fight your art history professor. Or, showing him the sketches you got done while on the bus here. You are harmless and he found himself enjoying the company.

It took some getting used to someone talking to him back.

To have a friend who responds back with eagerness and ready to talk about any subject, he isn't used to that.

"Aw, you still have it!" Today he is walking you to a vegan cafe he enjoys from time to time.

"It's a lovely sketch. Are you studying art here?"

"Pft, no, for that I would be in South Korea."

"South Korea?"

"Animation and stuff." Shrugging, "I'm studying history and figured why not try out the international problem plus see my old man." Hands moving as you talk, "You never seen him before?"

"Never met most of the residents. We tend to keep to ourselves." The alternative text was that at the time he was afraid of everyone and scared an old lady when Khonshu was walking towards him through a dark hallway. Steven thought he was crazy, completely batshit nuts.

You nod then glance at your phone checking the time, "Saturday you wanna see an art gallery? A classmate invited me to come see their show." Then you nudge him with your shoulder as he orders some food, "Unless that guy at the cafe finally asked you out, ay ay?"

Steven gets flustered easily, "N-no, anyway he tends to flirt with everyone."

"Booooo." 

Lunch with Steven is always educational, he tells you something new or helps you find a better way to remember key dates for a test (it's a pain in the ass). You in turn let him vent, you love when he vents about work!

"Ya'know," Sitting down enjoying the scenery of the cafe and cute Steven. "It's good to know even at thirty years old life is still confusing as fuck."

"You make me sound old, (Name)."

"Older than me! You're at the age my dad helped make me."

He groans, putting his face in his hands while you laugh.

*

Thursday.

Forum update.

New theory support but a new picture! Which said picture looks almost unbelievable. The costume is completely different from the other two though it fits the moon theme.

CapPuertoRico4Prez says: Could be a fake

IntoSpideysHeart says: Idk man it looks real af

Thunderclapping says: Could there be more than one? So far all of them look completely different from each other. Maybe there's more than one??? Like tht one issue of The Bat and Robins where there were more than 1 lady bat.

The forum blew up from there going over and re-analyzing reports and pictures. You just liked seeing the posts. 

*

Saturday could not come fast enough and your dad of course had to embarrass you. Dressing nice means you like him (true but just cause he is cute!) and since he is a boy (your dad though learned to apply that to anyone now) and is meaning you at your door.

Conclusion: scare the man!

You begged him not to be weird when Steven came down to the apartment to pick you up. Your father had to go do the dad-cop move! 

"Thanks, bye dad see you later!" Grabbing Steven out of the kitchen and out the door.

Neither of you spoke until you both were outside waiting for the ride you booked to show up.

"Nice man."

You groaned as Steven broke the silence as you walked. "Listen, I'm sorry about interrogation—"

"(Name), it's alrigh'. I can say now I was interrogated by a bobby."

"American one. Retired veteran and officer." You sigh, "Dads… So extra."

Steven wouldn't know but he nods. He envies you from what you told him about your family. Close with you mother, kinda close with your dad; overall connected to your parents.

"Thanks for being cool about it, Steven."

The gallery your classmate rented out is in Soho which is far from your place, and there are a few spots around to eat and window shop around.

Ideal date vibes. Downside, uber fare prices.

"Are you sure you don't want to take a bus?" Asking as you showed on your phone map the places they should go to after the gallery's presentation.

"Bruh, I one time walked all of Manhattan because Spiderman was seen swinging around."

"Spiderman?"

"... Seriously? You never heard of the Amazing Spiderman!?" Steven can't help admiring how easily excited you get and energy you have, the saying 'kid at heart' really suits you. "Okay, uh guess makes sense given.. Seriously, you never heard of him?"

"Busy adulting." Sharky, "Finding a job, shopping, basic functions for being alive. The economy." 

You snicker at how he copied your complaints from before though you were more dramatic, "Okay, valid."

The conversation goes off and on, comfortable silence then you pointing out things like a tourist.

You stole glances at him during the car ride.

"When you said gallery," Getting out of the car then assisting you out. "I thought it was going to be small with pictures on the wall." You shrug after giving thanks to the driver and closing the door.

"They're loaded." Most of your classmates are of the privileged percentage. "They're one of nice ones and they offer me some good critiques. They worked really hard for this." Taking his hand tugging him along.

You aren't labeling this a date.

Marc is telling Steven this has all the signs of a date.

The gallery is full of paintings, sculptures, and video presentations of music. Your classmate is a modern day Renaissance person!

Steven is distracted by your hold on his arm, firm and secure, as you show him the different paintings or sculptures you witnessed while in the art workshop.

"They love space." He finds himself enjoying this almost as if you infectiously passed on your excitable nature to him. To say he is enjoying himself is putting it mildly with you by his side.

Then Steven suddenly wasn't by your side as a crowd rolled in.

It happens! One moment you are with someone the next they are missing. The crowd going around checking out every inch of the place, you figure to stay where you are. You stood there standing in front of still life painting, your eye taking in the details and brushstrokes seen in the light. You hope they make it out there in whatever field their art is going to take them.

You turn around figuring to do a lookover the crowd to see if Steven is wandering around, then you freeze up. 

A large creature with a body made of what seems like stars and nebulae, a human-like face, and a scepter.

You rub your eyes, blink twice, and pinch yourself.

Holy shit. Not again.

You don't know who or what you are seeing standing next to a man who is talking to your classmate. All you know it looked at you and you turned around pretending to be reading the gallery brochure. Silently praying it didn't see you, praying you maybe are just tripping out.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!?

"Hello," The man's voice right behind you. His accent is not British.

Don't freak out, just breathe, "Oh, hello!" Awkwardly turning fearful to see the– Nothing is there. You are so confused right now. "Uh, hi." Maybe it's the paint, yeah totally the paint fumes.

The man holds out his hand, "Thank you for coming, this means a lot to them."

"Oh, it was nothing! I mean this isn't nothing, no problem getting here." You gather your thoughts, "Who are you?"

"A family friend. I have been helping them achieve their goal to break into the art world." So pleasant with a firm business grip, "They told me you are also an artist."

Just when you are about to relax… The creature is back right behind him looking down at you.

Shake your head very quickly and take your hand away, "N-no, just a hobby. Would be in South Korea for animation if I did! Haha." You want to bolt so bad but you know you would look crazy. You feel crazy! "Sorry, um I gotta go to the powder room." Smiling nervously as waved goodbye then speed walking away.

The bathroom is empty and you lean forward against the long sink counter, closing your eyes and counting from ten backwards. Maybe your anxiety triggered you seeing whatever that, God, you wished mom let you figure out why you sometimes see strange things! Google can only do so much! You groan as you reopen your eyes taking a slow breath in then out. At least it was a jackal this time.

When you leave the bathroom, you hear voices coming from the hall just beside where you are.

"Khonshu."

"Ptah."

You stay hidden as you grow curious about the conversation.

"The Gods must be desperate for more avatars. You never cared to just observe humans."

"And you must be desperate to have an avatar. Lots of talk about how broken his mind is. That's pretty low but no surprise coming from you."

You blink a few times, very confused by the way these people are talking. So you take out your phone putting it in camera mode on the selfie view. Peeking it a bit out, you cover your mouth when you see something freaky as all hell.

[raedear]

Same airport question. Death is not an option.

Merrick, Kozak, or Booker?

Booooo

MERRICK: English cunt, would definitely spend the entire time watching him from under my hair silently judging him and making faces at him/about him. If he spoke to me the Scottish in me would explode like Bruce Banner turning into the Hulk; I'd manifest blue woad and fury

KOZAK: Kozak I feel wouldn't be immediately obvious as a monster, so it would be my own knowledge of her amorality that would work against us there. If I didn't know that we'd just exist quietly near each other while waiting, she seems like the kind of person who would actually think they're very kind, so she would probably watch my bag for me if I had to pee, but wouldn't hesitate to experiment on me

BOOKER: right. Here's the thing with booker. Booker and I would get along like a house on fire IF he hadn't betrayed his friends. I can deal with a lot, but what I cannot forgive is a traitor or a grass. You can annoy me any number of terrible ways and eventually we will be pals again, but if you grass me in for something or if you fuck me over like that, or I know you've done it to someone else, we're fucking done. He lies in their fucking faces and I cannot forgive that. However. If I did not know that about him, or if we met prior to it occurring? He's just a French guy who likes forging shit and books. I vibe with that

weirdly here I'd probably choose Kozak