#douglas speaking

[donald-and-douglas-social-space]

Guys.....

I JUST DRANK PAINT WATER-

-douglas

[saglaophonos]

the paintball scene really was the first sign someone on that set was sniffing the yaoi cocaine. literally the only way to possibly explain the sheer amount of homosexual acting choices made that day

[enobariasdistrict2]

random thought but there was once this couple in my junior year biology class who were really sweet towards each other & always laughing with/teasing one another and i honestly couldn't tell if they were a couple or really good best friends (until they confirmed they were a couple later on lmao). and that's honestly the goal for all my fictional ships/hope for my irl serious relationships tbh

[jessythebunny]

if I may, good evening how are you? Are you well. What if Douglas and Oliver kiss yes 🥹

Your wish is on command hun✨✨

[kermit-coded]

thinking about how most people draw the hephaestus crew in orange flight/jumpsuits. thinking about how eiffel is a convicted felon who was recruited out of prison. thinking about how their employment by goddard became a prison for everyone, but especially eiffel.

[yukimomodivorce]

I need to make some douglas rootbank/mr shimooka propaganda because this started as mostly a joke but I've become so so serious about it

[alphawolfstabs]

Snippet of LoomHousen one shot!

It’s not nsfw yet because I’m working very slow, but here’s something I do have :)

[jamiewintons]

If I had a nickel for every time one of the Six Idiots played the “Chosen One”, whose parent abandoned them as a baby, leading them to be adopted; while also playing their long lost evil twin who is engineering the good twin’s downfall, I’d have two nickels.

Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

[shelli-gator]

Here's a question for yall since I'm curious

Characters like Duck and the Scottish Twins were absent from the show for years, right- it could be easy to assume we were just always missing them, and that they were just busy off screen.

But Duck specifically drawing attention to how he hasn't seen Donald and Douglas in ages in Lost Treasure, that to me feels more indicative of them truly being gone, because he is the most likely to have seen them on his little western line.

What do yall think? I'm a little enamored with the thought that they had been sent away for a year or more, perhaps on loan to a heritage railway in Scotland. And they come back, and Duck and Oliver are just so pleased to have them back at last. Or do yall think they were just bustling about off-screen, and yeah, it's just a cute nod to how they've been gone from the franchise for years. All takes are valid!

Of course I'm asking because you know, I would want to incorporate the time away into my shipping content 😏 absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that. Home is where the heart is, on the Little Western. 🖤💚

"Well I-.. don't know, but it feels like you've been gone for ages!"

[donald-and-douglas-social-space]

Douglas here, im just gonna say it rn...

I WANT TO DESCRIBE MY ROOMATES SO BAD

Duck

I think we can all agree that hes the parent. He gives us free therapy, he took me to the doctors when i was on edge on death and lastly he pay the bills so credits to him 👏. The only thing i can rant about him is that HE.WONT.SHUT.UP about great western like srs we all know how good great western is so STFU-

Donnie

Ah yes my twin! Hes a fiesty one ngl, hes a dramatic boy, kinda stupid (mostly) and he got the most FLUFFY hair i have ever touch like HE GOT A FUCKING BIRD NEST THERE. He also is usually the one out of the apartment since hes bassicly an actor yet at this point he never got a following. But i love my brother very much <3

MYSELF

Idk how.....artys?...chill?....yeah idk

Oliver

One thing about me and ollie is that were bussnise partners!! He writes books and such and i get to do all the illustration sooo thats nice! As for him i would say okay, he makes logical sense, hes a roaster for sure and i see him like a bird :]

Toad

ISTG IF OLIVER DIDNT ALREADY ADOPTED TOAD I WOULD ADOPT HIM CAUSE HES JUST SO PURE BE MY SON (actually perhaps there is a way...) Anyways hes a pure little guy and if you hurt him i will kill you >:(

Dryslywn

Gordon wannabe, ye. Hes possibly the 2nd most mature one XD. Tho he spends too much time on that James and Gordon guy like cmon bro give us some time for once- but dryslywn is A FUCKING BRO if he got the time he would be the best bro to hangout (tho that dosent happen often-)

[wewerealwaysthere]

Oscar Wilde and his boyfriend Alfred Douglas

[thedragonemperess]

Fun/weird thing that I noticed, but y'all know how the DavenKids are named in alphabetical order, right?

Adam, Bree, Chase, Daniel.

And, assuming that there were failed androids before Marcus, he still fits into this.

Cool, so after M, what's the next letter in the alphabet?

It's N, right?

Cool, now, follow-up question, what's Donald and Tasha's daughter's name?

It's Naomi.

[jessythebunny]

headcanon ship between Oliver and Douglas 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Ok i don't usuelly do those things because they will took me the time and i'm getting tired faster but here's the small thing for ya☁🌟(ignore the image plz)

🖤°•Douglas and Oliver Headcanons•°💚

🖤💚Douglas found Oliver in the scrapyard with Toad in an unenviable condition. He did not want to leave him there so he would end up as a victim and become scrap, so he decided to help him and get him and Toad out of there. From here, Oliver's feelings began to develop because he saved his and Toad's lives from death

🖤💚Oliver, due to his extreme stupidity (no offense please), cannot differentiate between Douglas and his brother Donald. For example, when he wants to kiss Douglas, he kisses Donald instead of him, and the three of them start laughing and giggling

🖤💚In fact, Oliver has two boyfriends, Douglas and Duck, so each of them takes turns seeing Oliver every day to avoid quarrels and conflict

🖤💚When Oliver was in the scrap yard, he felt extremely sad because he thought that no one would get him out of there and that he would spend his whole life there, and Douglas saving him was a great miracle for him.

🖤💚Oliver can't stop thinking about Douglas and Duck, even if he works, his mind never forgives him.

🖤💚Douglas is talkative, cheerful, and has a childish personality, while Oliver is calm all the time and likes to listen to everything he says.

🖤💚Oliver really loves his nickname "Dougie" so he really likes to call him that

🖤💚In the event that Douglas is involved in an accident, Oliver is responsible for rescuing him and always saves him in the engine form, and vice versa.

So yeah, these are all my Headcanons about those two and i hope you enjoy them weeee (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

FFS Why is it difficult to draw trains and use the jelly style?Ugh💢💢💢

[saglaophonos]

if there is not a hollywood reporter-style tell-all oral history of the entire production of good omens from conception to completion then what were we all here for honestly

[bombingqueen]

‘I am the Love that dare not speak its name.’

Dean Winchester: “We're not stronger when we're together, Sam. I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us, love, family, whatever it is- they are always going to use it against us... We're better off apart.”

imagine becoming despondent, watching the love of your life hide himself from you. hell isn’t languishing on the rack; hell is watching HIM surrender to the lust and power you could never give him. you wonder when the synergy between you crumbled. you never could have imagined that selling your soul would warp HIS and destroy yours. it’s easier to lash out then remember the sweetness of what his love used to be. and it’s easier to scorn the jewel that entrapped HIM with a Judas kiss. you start to believe that it is better this way, letting HIM slip away from your grasp. you start to wonder if your sacrifices have been worth it or if you would have been better off dead. or maybe it’s time to sacrifice your love and accept the shame. you would rather become the puppet of heavenly emissaries then to accept the shame siphoning your heart. heaven was not the gift it promised to be; only a broken record of savaged hearts. it’s a rift of unspoken desires and it's filled with him. him. and only him. so, imagine becoming despondent, watching the love of your hide himself from you. hell isn’t walking away from him; hell is him walking away from you. it's easier to remember sharing heat in the cradle of Baby. crumbling asphalt and saving lives; giving others the hope of a better tomorrow that you never had. it’s easier to remember crooked lips and puppy eyes and the love that shown so bright from his kaleidoscope depths. it’s easier to remember the ferocious need blooming within the confines of his arms; of the feeling of home, safety, and cruelty. it’s devastating to see the hopelessness of the snake sinking its fangs in the shame. to see the love of your life spread his wings to abandon your nest. it wasn’t destiny or fate that save the world; it was ‘the love that dare not speak its name’.

[hermesserpent-stuff]

45, 59, n 49

I perhaps ask if one of them could be freakarelated but it is not a requirement :>

but then, what if i made them all freakazoid related? hmmm??

45 Gimme three steps

Dexter lies in a ditch and wonders at how unfair the world can be. Freakazoid mutters something but his friend is too exhausted to make sense. Not that Freakazoid always made sense in the best of times, but at least it was normally a human language and not garbled computer noises. Dexter makes a noise of sympathy and keeps staring up at the black sky. 

There are so many clouds. If stars could have been seen, they are most certainly hidden. He groans as he lies there in the muck out in the middle of nowheresville USA. How did he even get here? He closes his eyes as he tries to recall. 

Freakazoid had been out. The hero had decided to do a bit of quick traveling. And somehow they had landed in the middle of Tennessee, just a bit to the left of Nashville. Longhorn had unfortunately been in the area, once again trying to revitalize his music career. The Lobe had been present and trying to help the other villain. 

Not out of any belief that Longhorn had any musical talent. In fact, when Lobe had cornered Freakazoid partway through the battle, he admitted to having alternative motives. Lobe had secretly wanted all of country music destroyed and replaced with Broadway tunes. Dexter had rolled his eyes in the Dexterzone at the belief and then had to watch the whole fight. Longhorn had returned at some point with an amplified guitar that batter Freakazoid with sonic waves and the Lobe fires off lighting blasts. 

A fun fight according to Freakazoid.

A little too close of a call according to Dexter.

It had taken up almost all of the hero’s energy to trounce the villains. When he tied them up, Freakazoid had attempted to jet home. Freakazoid had tried to turn into a bolt of light and ended up stumbling. The hero had then tried running and ended up falling on the side of a dirt road with a groan. Dexter had been forced out, exhaustion hitting him from the awkward switch that caused him to end up rolling into the ditch.

The ditch he has spent the last several minutes, hours, years, laying in. He feels the hours starting to weigh on him. The ditch is not too bad, all things considered. He is not even cold. Or wet. He gives a jaw-cracking yawn even as his body is too tired to move.

-54..79..67..65..72..21..20..54..79..67..65..72..21..20..62..75..72..6E..69..6E..67..20..62..72..69..67..68..74………..-

Freakazoid mumbles. Dexter yawns in response to the hexadecimal code.

‘Mmkay. Night to you too.’

And then Dexter falls asleep in the not-too-uncomfortable ditch. The warm Tenessee night fills with ambient noise as the nerd sleeps on. 

49 Little Candy Raver 

Freakazoid finds himself twitching a bit inside of the Freakazone. Dexter had spent most of the day taking end-of-the-semester tests and it is driving him a little batty to have no real inputs. Dexter had put a mental block on their mind link to both have some peace while filling out the test and to avoid the chance of cheating with Freakazoid’s connection to the internet. 

Freakazoid would be offended but he knows that Dexter takes his grades as a matter of pride. Just about one of the only things that he is proud of. He sighs as he twitches again. He prefers having someone to talk to. It is so painful to have all these thoughts and to have no one to bounce them off of. He had tried to talk to his inner child, just for a bit of conversation, but had been very rudely ignored. See if he got that squirt candy ever again. 

He bounces about, flicks the TV on and off, tries to play music and immediately hates all of his choices. He finds it harder and harder to be still, eyes constantly flicking to the ridiculously large ticking clock that had appeared in the Freakazone this morning as a dark herald of the hours of boredom that he was about to be doomed to. It ticks and tocks with no care for how evilly slow it is going. He tried breaking it earlier but it seems to be him proof.

Which he feels should be some sort of crime. If he could get Cosgrove in here to tell it off, that would be just swell. Then he could chat Cosgrove’s ear off. 

Ugh. He does another round of bouncing, flicking his tv on and off, and testing out his stereo. He groans loudly. 

Then.

Finally.

Impossibly…

Dexter reopens the link and Freakazoid leans into it as much as he can. He wraps up Dexter in how much he had missed his nerd and all the stray thoughts that had been bugging him. Dexter seems faintly amused and tired. He sends back soothing feelings and a promise that Freakazoid could come out to run soon. Just a little longer. Freakazoid buzzes.

-Really??-

He asks, very hopeful that he can go on patrol. Or run. Just running sounds amazing. 

‘Yep. Soon Freak. Soon. Just wait for the bell to ring, okay?’

Freakazoid quickly agrees. He keeps chattering to Dexter, mostly because he can. Silence does not suit him, and being stuck in the Freakazone feels like it amplifies that silence so much that he has to make up for it by talking twice as much. 

When Dexter lets him out, the nerd sends a wave of relief. Dexter is tired from his tests. Freakazoid invites him to sleep while he runs around. Dexter quickly hums agreement from the Dexterzone. Freakazoid keeps running around, shifting from electricity to physical form as his nerd sleeps. Perfect. A nice perfect afternoon. 

59 Stereo hearts

Dexter looks out at the ocean. The grand Pacific Ocean. He had glimpsed it before; out a car window and through Freakazoid’s eyes. But this is the first time that he has stood on the west-coast of the United States. 

Dexter had long harbored a secret dream. A slightly silly one that his brother had mocked upon hearing at the age of seven before punching his arm with a huff. Dexter had kept pretty quiet about it since then, but it is a little hard to hide everything from the other person sharing your head space. 

The nerd looks out at the salty water breathing in the air. It is sharp in his nostrils. He takes a hesitant step forward toward the crashing waves. His little dream.

When he had been seven, his family had visited the beach in Florida. It had been a rather big trip, with several hours spent in the car to reach their destination. And Dexter had taken several steps into the Atlantic and come up with his wish. A strong wish to have walked in the ocean on both sides of the continent. 

He had gotten close before, on an earlier family car trip. But Duncan had raised a fuss about taking too long and they had missed the beach altogether. A tragedy that made him hate his brother with a burning passion for a few days. 

Now though. 

Now he has his chance. 

Freakazoid had found out about his wish yesterday and had wanted to act immediately. Dexter pointed out that it was almost midnight and he certainly did not want to be awake any longer. A quick jaunt across the country was not going to make them any less exhausted from dealing with Cave Guy. Freakazoid had conceded with a hum that Dexter had known meant the conversation was not over.

He takes another few steps and his bare feet hit the water. Oh so cold. He probably should have expected it to be cold. Freakazoid giggles in the back of his mind and Dexter shushes him with a huff. No reason for him to deal with mockery from inside of his skull. He scrunches his nose and jumps back from an overeager wave. 

Despite the nipping cold, he finds himself satisfied. He had achieved his wish. He takes a breath. He can achieve his other wishes and goals. With Freakazoid at his back, how could he not?