#filipino cowboy

[salonnierealexis]

Masbate City is a former colonial port that had cattle stockyards near its docks until the 1970s. Its rodeo arena sits next to a fairground where fans mill around in denim, flannel and cowboy hats.

Vendors barbecue beef and pork over smoky grills under colorful tents. There’s line dancing, too, and a honky-tonk number written for the occasion.

“Row-dee-oh Masbateño,” the singer croons.

[strawberrinoz]

oc sketch dump >:)

[skyhawkstragedy]

okay but could you imagine if their names weren’t red and blue but instead they were given the team names for the season?

[alamat-ph]

Look: fashion designer Mark Dela Peña's sketch of Alamat's Migrante outfits for the 'kasmala' M/V and teaser photos

Credit: Alamat Official FB Page

ALAMAT - 'kasmala' Music Video

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[pandoraroid]

redacted filipino hcs & thoughts! lol

mostly about shaw pack + vamps + guy&honey

inpsired by @erial-c nahiya akong itag ka pero hiiii po

the trivia and translations are probably not accurate 🧍‍♀️please forgive my very scattered brain thoughts

darlin probably does arnis. it's why they fight like a menace 😈 sam has never known peace since he's seen em wield an ital

arnis - a ph martial art

itak - a bolo sword(?)

asher doesn't call milo "tol" bc he's not tall /j

"tol" is like the equivalent of "dude" as in a way of calling your friend

lovely & darlin would probably call vincent & sam their asawang (gets niyo ba asawa + aswang)

asawa means spouse or wife or husband

aswang is a ph mythological creature. different sources tell different things but what is mostly agreed upon is that (1) they're nocturnal (2) they usually pretend to be humans in the day time if not (3) they hide in the woods (4) they prey on children, pregnant women (specifically for their unborn child), and maybe new borns. they often get lumped with vampires though i'm not too sure how accurate that is.

aspins have a very special place in darlin's heart. sam's cabin in the woods usually have attract lots of them and they never had the heart to turn them away. in a way too, they know what it's like to being wild, dirty, street dog.

aspin - a dog breed in the ph that is sort of a mix of other breeds. they often get a bad rep for being street dogs and not having a particular breed.

vincent n his cars get featured a lot in those carspotting around manila tiktoks. whenever lovely finds em they make sure to send those to vincent lol

(this is me also hoping that vincent gets to keep at least few of them when they leave the house of solaire)

not entirely sure how the entire mate thing would translate into ph culture but even with all that david & asher would insist on doing things properly before marriage - they would mamanhikan to their partner's parents respectively hehehe

mamanhikan or pamamanhikan is a like a traditional practice of going to the fiancee's family's house and asking for their hand in marriage lol.

whenever they drive down shaw boulevard, the pack would turn to david and go "taga dito ka di ba?" or something to that effect HAHAHAHHA

"taga-dito ka 'di ba?" = "you're from (around) here, right?"

angel know it's general cleaning morning whenever david is blasting opm songs or old timey songs around their house.

asher would take panliligaw very seriously!!!!! magpapaalam sa magulang lagi ni baabe paglalabas sila!!! aabangan niya after work si baabe tapos "sabay na raw sila umuwi" galawan mo asher talbot !!!! dyan ka magaling !!!! and ofc it never stopped kahit naging sila na ni baabe :))) 

panliligaw or ligaw is a more traditional pre-dating courting stage in a relationship. lol

marie has definitely said to david & asher & milo & darlin at some point na "kakaselpon niyo yan". it doesn't matter that they're adults.

"kakaselpon niyo yan" = "it's because of that (damn) phone"

this one is a bit more in general: vampire houses have THE filipino family drama. territory/progeny disputes? grudges? backstabbing? been there done that.

speaking of vamps: pre-turning, sam was once an altar boy (darlin: hahaha samkristan)

speaking of sam (again): pre-turning, he has a picture in baguio, riding a horse & wearing a cowboy hat. when darlin found it they couldn't stop staring at it for a loong while. 

sweetheart LOVES singing. marie loves having them over for karaoke.

marie would drag milo's ahh every night for simbang gabi.

simbang gabi - mass service for the nine nights leading up to christmas eve.

guy's filipino nickname would be "totoy"

"totoy" is another way of refering to a younger male. addtionally, it's also often used as a euphism for a dick HAHAJAHA

guy definitely has a tiktok acct tapos don siya nagpaparinig kay honey HAHAHAHA lagi niyang kinakanta "crush" by tweens of pop

guy always does those cheesy, poetry pick up line jokes to honey like:

"cheese, cheese, cheese. gusto kita i-keese (read: kiss)"

"mga 6 out of 10. medyo pilit yung rhyme"

"honey naman 😭😓"

translation:

"cheese, cheese, cheese. i want to give you a k-eese."

"a 6 out of 10. the rhyming was a bit forced."

"honey, c'mon 😭😓."

guy and honey are definitely oa x nonchalant pairings but may i also suggest na they are jeje x pogi typings. they both definitely have kanal humor though HAHAHA

- after returning to the pack, darlin couldnt help but cry tear up after marie called them "anak" again

anak = child

[onihat]

Last week I turned in my final board of Craig of the Creek...

But also we got nominated for a GLAAD award for our Fire and Ice episode + talk about our many characters and episodes with LBGTQIA+ rep!

IM SUFFERING FROM EMOTIONAL WHIPLASH I DIE LOL

ᴵ ʷʳᵒᵗᵉ ᵃ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʷᶦᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵇᵘᵗ ᴵ’ˡˡ ᵈᵒ ᶦᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ʰᵃʰᵃ. ᴵᵗ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ʷᵉᶦʳᵈ ᵖᵒˢᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵐᶦˡˡᶦᵒⁿ ᵗᶦᵐᵉˢ... (sorry for the copy paste-y lmao)

I came on the show as a wee revisionist and one of the first things I talked to Ben and Matt about was EVA and I said that it was grandpa anime lmao. Eventually I slithered my way into being a board artist where our Creek dads allowed me to go buck wild with their OCs. 

Why they trusted me is a mystery I will not challenge.

I was able to write and say so much I wouldn't even dreamed would make it to TV.

 Never in my life did I think we'd write about a Filipino family or writing an ep about young love based off my high school (cringe) experience writing fanfics about our sonic & KH OCs. Sorry my old friends in HS. I wonder if they’ve noticed..

Being on Craig I learned SO MUCH. It altered my brain chemistry on how to approach writing, art, and a bit of myself as well. I was allowed to be open, wild, honest, and vulnerable. Its great to not have been told no... at least for half the things I pitched lmao

There are many episodes left for yall to see! If you think what you've seen already was great, get ready to get your socks ass blasted off. Every episode you can feel the crew putting all they can into this show! Writers, Designers, Painters, Production, Animation... EVERYONE!!!

Its too powerful! Its so beautiful!! Its kinda amazing!!!

AND LOOK WE GOT NOMINATED FOR A GLAAD! LETS GO!

I love the Creek, I love the crew. I got to work with some of the most caring, kind, talented, and amazing people in this industry. Truly the best years of my career... no! My life!! Thank you, Wish us LUCK, and I hope you enjoy the show! See ya later space cowboys~

[newsiesrewritten]

NR!Borough Leaders!

Howdy big kids! Here’s the semi-official designs for the Newsies Rewritten Borough leaders! I wanted to draw them for a while now! These are also F2U designs as long credit is given to this account or to @flinttflakes as I will occasionally draw something there.

More info under the cut!

As each borough post mentioned, newsies color themselves by borough to show solidarity and pride of where they’re from! Manhattan is blue, Staten Island is green, Queens is yellow, Bronx is orange, and Brooklyn is red! Anyways, about the leaders:

Jack “Cowboy” Kelly: Jack’s design was based off Herrick’s Highschool’s Jack Kelly, played by Tristan Surajbali (he was so good. I love him to bits.) Gave him the icon blue shirt mixed with the OG Jack Kelly red handkerchief around the neck and the cowboy hat.

Cora “Aussie” Foster: Aussie is an oc by sundaymorningtv on tumblr. Not having a description from them, I just envisioned Aussie being a redhead with curly hair and it looks pretty good!

Georgina “Georgie”: Georgie truly belongs to olitheheadphoneskid23. As Georgina has a Greek origin, I went with a Greek appearance and also gave her the waistcloths to kind of show it.

Julian “Smalls” Hunt: Smalls is based on Julian DeGuzman from the live broadway recording, so he is Filipino. His outfit changed the most as I wanted it to be more aligned with the Bronx’ orange color and different from Georgie’s yellow.

Salvatore “Spot” Conlon: Spot’s designed is based on Tommy Bracco and Gabriel Damon for the most part, you can’t really tell there was a Bracco influence on Spot as he’s wearing the OG Spot’s clothes but once I get close up shots it should look more accurate!

[asimp4bee]

I've got a filipino history test tomorrow and all I wanna do is draw Mea as a cowgirl to pair with the cowboy Bee i made 😞

[thedemises]

★ WELCOME TO MY BLOG . . . !

———about me。。。

greetings to all who've stumbled upon my blog onto my introduction post!! my name is amori, though feel free to call me whatever you'd like to address/nickname me as! XD

i go by they / them pronouns, and my sexual orientation is aromantic asexual; meaning being not having/not able to experience(d) romantic or sexual attraction to anyone! though i occasionally find myself questioning if i am aroace . . . 😅

the 6th eidolon of argenti I have as my pfp is from a popular game created by hoyoverse: honkai: star rail!! ... and who knows who did the banner in the first place, i just saw it on pinterest 🤷 but credits to the creator of that image was from! <3

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please do not interact with my blog if you're sexist, misogynistic, lgtbqiaa+phobic, racist, problematic, or anything along those lines; I will be certain to block you off from my blog. and I won't hesitate to either, as none of that nonsense is allowed on my blog.

and with that, have a good day; good noon; good evening; and good night from wherever you are around the globe, dear friend. drink enough water to stay hydrated and eat enough food so you won't die of starvation. <3 (please do).

( if any of the links below aren't working, please inform me of this issue and I'll get it fixed as soon as possible )

———writing masterlist。。。

warning! beware of the upcoming cringe you'll face in these works I've made. I hate them, so it's alright if you say they're as terrible as the shit under your foot. 👍

* : old work!

save a horse, go on a ride with the cowboy! —— [ hsr; boothill & reader ]

eh? wh- what?! —— [ ob!; mammon x mc/reader ]

oh, bartender! —— [ op; portgas d. ace x male bartender! reader ]

ice cream! —— [ gi; isekai’d! xiao & filipino! reader ]

painting nails (by force)! —— [ ob!; mephistopheles & nishisuka ]

longing! —— [ gi; bennett x reader ]

* something to savor! —— [ op; straw hats & waiter! reader ] +discontinued draft

* sarah by alex g! —— [ ocs; kaoru takamura & kaname nishisuka ]

* strategic twists! —— [ ocs; krystian karmazin & kaoru takamura ]

* a dying pained flare! —— [ ocs; evgenia yefimova (ft. miriam yefimova) ]

* purple ‘n red! —— [ op; kidd pirates x reader ]

* religious —— [ kny; sanemi shinazugawa & reader ]

* a heavy weighed heart! —— [ op; donquixote rosinante/corazón, trafalgar d. water law, & reader ]

* just for you, my friend! —— [ ocs?; a & b ]

* money count! —— [ op; straw hats & implied fem! reader ]

* up for babysitting? —— [ sxf/oc; forger family & catherine collison ]

* headpats! —— [ bsd; atsushi n., r. hirotsu, tetchō s., teruko o., d. kunikida, m. kajii, y. ayatsuji, jun’ichirō t., & reader ]

———random lol。。。

dream #1! —— [ uhh candyland? ]

dream #2! —— [ wtf is this ]

dream #3! —— [ me & my best friend being menaces lmao- ]

chibi silly boothill art! —— [ ibis paint x art of chibi boothill ]

eepy sampo! —— [ sleepy sampo koski :3 ]

chibi genti! —— [ ibis paint x art of chibi argenti :D ]

“ why dis 🥷 look so mad 😭😭😭 ” ! —— [ ibis paint x art of my persona ]

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[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 25

welcome to the twenty-fifth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.

1. ladies and gentlemen we are rocking in space by @mayerwien

LANCE do u like the taste of spam, van kieu because thats what ull get 1 glorious terabyte of def-not-garrison-approved viewing matl every hour on d hour

KEITH And now you’re blackmailing me. Wonderful. Look, I’ll tell you, alright? Not because your threat scares me, but because I’d like to cut this conversation as short as humanly possible.

LANCE glad ur being so cooperative ;) ;)

--

Lance gets a new flight simulation partner. Lance makes a bunch of mixtapes. Lance falls in love?

Galaxy Garrison + texting au. For the Klance Zine!

i can confidently say, in my 6+ years of being a klance stan, i have never seen anything like this before or since. this fic is AMAZING. completely new idea, hilarious, sweet, and totally untouchable. i’ve always love testing fics that are done right (bc theyre always funny), and does this one ever knock it out of the park! the dynamics are amazing and the rivalry is EXQUISITE. bonus of vietnamese keith and filipino lance, and this one line (it’s a spoiler so im not going to put it here) that actually knocked me out of the water. its about the CHOICE.

2. But You’ll Peek Through by Barkour

It's weird, the things you get used to when you've been stuck in space for years. How much you miss home. Socializing regularly with only six people. No wifi. Your cranky boyfriend.

this is one of the earliest vld fics ever written, and it has a CROWN idk. this fic makes me feel so many emotions all at once. like  i miss u 2016 fic i miss u keith gyeong i miss u bitchy klance i miss u early voltron found family dynamic i miss u old lance’s family headcanons i miss u bamf team. rip to the earliest voltron fandom (also. how did this author know about romelle. in 2016.)

3. Pull Me Closer by @thewriter2

An ancient power dwells in Lance’s very bones. It hums a sweet song of the sea in Lance’s ear, calling him to the water. Keith’s bones are on fire as the very spirit of the flame lives in him. However, it’s these ancient powers that begin to pull them together; that shows them how to properly balance each other out

i SEARCHED for this fic. i made half my followers search with me too. this fic is bamf lance to the fucking max, and its AMAZING. how many of you have wanted waterbender lance so badly you could barely speak? firebender keith? if u said u didnt then ur lying. this fic has literally everything you could ask for in a canon divergence

4. The Homestead by @devooshawrites

Keith is hired for the summer to work on the farm of the McClain family. He and the youngest son of the family become good friends, though Keith might want more.

i am so fucking in love with aus like this. cowboy or farmboy where theyre quietly in love in their own bubble of the world?? i cannot get enough of them. i would read a million of them. this fic in particular is SO soft and tender, it is so so important to me. ive read it so many times. its one of those fics that brings a smile to your face that u literally cannot fight back

5. Prince Charming by @taylortot

Lance thinks that Prince Keith is just another stuck-up royal with an attitude problem until they spend some time together outside of the palace and he discovers that he couldn't have been more wrong.

Written for The First of Forever Zine!

this fic is SO tender it is sickeningly sweet. “rivals” to friends to lovers is so special to me, and no one does it like taylortot fr. love is stored in the tender moments away 

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[vallyb]

Christmas || Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Y/N

Summary: With the squad talking about Christmas, Y/N feels bad that Bradley has to spend it alone so she invites him home for the holidays.

Alt.

Idiots who like to tease each other then they kiss at the end.

Word Count: 5500+

Tags: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Fluff,  Mutual Pinning, Bestie!Bob makes a light appearance, Y/N is a mixed Filipino, Female Identifying Reader, Slightly spicy in the end with just a lil kiss kiss, light choking(?), Bradley is a great kisser, I suck at re-editing, Reader is 28, age gap but it's not a big deal in the story just lil jokes here and there, Rooster's just happy to be included in a family setting

A/N: I have no idea how to actually write so pls pls pls forgive me. I also used like a character building guide question thing so forgive me if shit's a bit too long. I just love reading stories where the main character is built well. I'm a very very very novice writer, so pls shoot me a message on how I can improve my writing!

"So you two aren't together?" Phoenix leaned into the counter, asking about you and Robbie (Bob).

"I mean we did try that one time." You scrunched your nose.

"Oh, it was horrid. We were kids that were pressured into it. Holding hands felt fine, but when we tried to kiss, it felt like I was kissing an actual sister I had." Robbie explained further.

"I'm sorry if I was given the wrong idea. Bob absolutely adores you and talks about you endlessly. I can't see why he wouldn't though." She winked as you laughed.

"Oh, you should have seen Robbie back then. He was a little ladies man back in high school! The bad boy with that cowboy hat and curly hair."

"Ohhh, Bob being a ladies man, huh?" Phoenix raised her eyebrows teasingly at him, him scowling at you for bringing it up.

Smiling cheekily, you reached over to poke him before going back with your rag on the counter. You knew he missed you, it was quite a while since you've seen each other. They had been assigned out of California for a while. Today was the first day you met all of Robbie's friends and you were quite excited. Him you saw back home last Christmas, so you cared less about his face. It was refreshing though, how you felt like you five were friends for years. The other two, Micky and Reuben, running off to the bathroom from drinking too much at the bar across.

You worked at The Greasy Spoon, a diner right across the popular Navy bar. It was where some of the guys would hang out after the bar had closed. As all the places near the base were mandated to only be open Wednesday to Friday until 8 PM, Arthur, your 65-year-old veteran boss, was able to fight to be opened until 12 AM.

The bell by the door suddenly rang meaning the door had opened. You shot up from the counter and immediately got the menus, quickly shuffling your way over to the entrance door. It was Arthur's request that the diner would feel like home, servers would be dressed like 50s wives and husbands, greeting soldiers at the door like his wife did for him when he'd come home. It sounded a little misogynistic but the way Lucinda had clung to his arm giggling while he told that story had you swooning. Tonight, you were the only server left since service was usually slow at night. Most patrons of the Hard Deck were either going home or getting lucky.

You softly winced as your hip had come in contact with the slightly misaligned table.

"Are you good, sweetheart?" The brunette asked concerned, his hands hovering above your waist that got hit.

"Welcome to The Greasy Spoon. How may I be of service today?" You said winded from the pain, slowly straightening yourself up.

Your face was still somewhat smiling to keep up your cheery retail personality. Rooster's mouth was unable to hide the smile that was growing on his because of your cute pained expression.

Like Pavlov's dogs, you associated the bell ringing with a straight posture and turning on your biggest smile but that was blocked by the brunette's head, both of you wincing. With the blonde that had just entered backwards, laughing and pushing around with his buddy that have yet to step in the door, bumped the Hawaiian shirt wearing man forward into you.

You flinched, head tilting down, shoulders rising up, as he stumbled forward knocking you off your balance a little.

"Woah there." He held onto your waist, stopping your from completely tipping over. "Sorry 'bout that. I promise I don't go knocking pretty girls around to get their attention."

"I promise I don't go bumping heads with pretty brunettes." You laughed.

"See? Rooster's already picking up- Siren?" Your head whipped to the blonde that was standing behind. Siren, a nickname you haven't heard in a while. After pranking Robbie (Bob) and his brother, everyone who knew you would soon enough learn of it.

"I knew I recognized that big head somewhere." You smiled coming close to hug him. Jake Seresin was a piece of work but he was a lovely country boy you met back in Texas, him having 'special relations' with your cousin, Carlos (or Caloy as he was known in the family). No one really knew that he was gay, he mentioned when you sat down to talk to him about him sleeping around. The pretty girls he took home were all just for show. Well, at first it wasn't, until he finally accepted that he was for the other team. The over masculinized persona was just hiding a man who really wanted to be loved by another man.

You laughed as he picked you up. "I missed you, momma bear." He muffled onto your shoulder. Another nickname that stuck after you practically ate him alive when he and Carlos had broken up about a million times. After accepting how they weren't gonna work out, they decided to lay it off and hook up whenever the other was in town. "Just as long as everyone's on the same page and no one's getting hurt." You said.

"I see you've met Rooster." He said as he put you down.

"Oh yeah, we're very well acquainted." You turned to look at the boy.

"That's Coyote." 'Rooster' pointed to the other tall man standing next to Jake.

"Oh yeah, I know him. Double cheese, triple patty, ketchup on the side, and a slice of banana chocolate chip bread?"

"Tastes almost like home." Javy smiled, patting Jake's shoulder who made their way to the counter to join the two, with Mickey and Reuben walking back to their seats from their trip in the toilet.

"Well, seems like you know everyone already." The brunette said with a sheepish smile scratching the back of his head.

"Oh yeah, you're practically useless, chicken." You laughed at his taken aback expression as you tugged him over to join the group.

The night was just starting for the group as you learned. They had just come home from their detachment, holiday plans were being discussed by the group. They explained how they spoke about holiday plans early into the year, helped them keep sane while they were away from home, thinking about what was waiting for them when they did. Everyone was excited, talking about how they were going to come home while Rooster, the man you still didn't catch the name of, kept quiet.

"Hey, what about you?" You asked softly, making sure not to overstep.

"Hm?" His eyes drifting behind you, staring at the multitude of candy syrups for the shaved ice.

"Any holiday plans or you're not much for the holiday spirit?"

"Ah," His eyes travelled up to your face, smiling sadly. "I guess not, no."

Both of you had gotten close, with him staying in Fightertown much longer than the others. Being tired after hours, he'd come around The Greasy Spoon to eat something before he went home. You staying to accompany him in his booth as he ate.

It was late, so you were shocked when the bell on the door rang. "Arthur! Lucinda!" You smiled, rushing over to hug them. They weren't the typical bosses, you almost felt as if they were your grandparents.

"Hey, sweetie. We'll be staying upstairs for tonight, Arthur and I wanted to lay down on the beach tomorrow." Lucinda referred to the little suite they had made on top of the restaurant for when they visited.

"Oh, and who is that young man there?" Arthur asked, walking towards Bradley who was doodling on a piece of tissue.

Arthur and Lucinda meeting Bradley was nerve wracking. For some reason, you had this feeling that you wanted them to approve of him, and it was easy for them to. Bradley was smooth and respectful, the night ending with the two owners practically pushing you out to "be kids, have fun!" and you whining about how you're 28 and not a kid. Your mustached friend offering to accompany you home when you started walking, him trailing close by. You told him how much you loved passing by the beach as you walked home, the humid air and the cold breeze reminding you of how it was back at home, back when you were a kid in the Philippines. With Rooster glistening with sweat, and you laughing at how he looked, you invited him in to stay the night.

"You said your apartment was nearby."

"Old man, I said my apartment is at Kingby which is a street that is a 45-minute walk from the diner." You laughed, handing him a glass of water. "I'll get you some of my cousin's clothes and a towel. You stink. Just get your jeep tomorrow."

It happened more often as time passed that he stayed late until you closed up. You figured he stayed because it was lonely being without the rest of his friends back at the apartment he had near the base, but he did it so he could make sure you got home safe after learning that this was your nightly routine. On nights that you were more tired than usual, he'd drive you but sometimes he'd walk you 'forcing' him to sleep on your couch for the night.

You had known each other for 10 months before you thought to ask, ensuring that Rooster wasn't absolutely going to murder you and your family. You didn't know how you managed to get Bradley to actually come with but it did work after hours and hours of pleading. And that's how he ended up at your family house back in Wabang, Wyoming where you had originally met Robbie (Bob) and his brothers, where all of you had grown up.

Rooster heard you coming in the room when you switched the lights on. He just kept his eyes closed, listening to what you were up to while you came in and out of the room. You went around the bed getting your phone that was charged which was connected to the mini JBL bluetooth speaker that Kuya Caloy got you last Christmas, playing a calm OPM Christmas song.

Rooster took note of how the song sounded. It was pretty, it sounded exactly how he thought what you'd like to listen to. He couldn't understand the lyrics but the melody of it was enough to bring a soft smile to his face before immediately turning it neutral again to feign his sleep while you softly padded back outside. The little shuffling of your feet that he has memorized came shortly after with the scent of warm milk sifting through the air and the sound of the door clicking close followed by a sharp locking sound.

He felt you looking at him, the warmth of your gaze burning on his cheeks. A soft smile growing on your face when you saw how his face had relaxed that the usual stress that you read on his face. He was the responsible one of the group. Always tense, always on-guard, even as he had fun and laughed with the group, his eyes darted around to make sure everyone was included and everyone was okay.

"Bradley?" You shook him softly. He kept his eyes closed so you wouldn't know that he was awake all this time. "Bradley, come, wake up." You knelt down infront of him, hand touching his face. "Bradley, wake up, caro." Your thumb rubbing on his cheeks, his eyes finally fluttering open.

"Hey."

"Hey." He smiled back.

You looked at each other for a while before you took your hand off his face. "I'm sorry." You smiled sheepishly, standing up and sitting on the edge of the bed facing Rooster. "I wasn't sure how to wake you up, I didn't want to be rude and be loud."

"It's okay. It's nice to be woken up without yelling and whistles for once." He stretched himself and sat up.

"I wasn't sure if I should wake you up but it's tradition for everyone in the house to wait for the clock to strike 12 for Christmas. We don't get to have New Years Eve together so we decided to do it for Christmas instead." You shrugged looking down at your hands.

"It's lovely, chick. I haven't been part of any Christmas traditions in a while so I appreciate you for letting me be a part of yours." He said softly reaching your hands to squeeze them lightly, making you feel warm.

It wasn't usual for you to feel shy around him. If anything, you were the one who took joy in teasing him and making him flustered. You didn't know where these feelings came from so suddenly. You did quite like him already but something about him being in pajamas and looking so casual made your heart flutter. Everything just felt somewhat domestic.

"Good thing my mom would absolutely murder me if she learned that I let someone spend it alone or else you would've been all alone this Christmas." You smiled teasingly at him to try and ignore the feeling in your stomach that was growing.

"Well, I'll make sure to give her some special lovins when I get down then. Heard she and her husband were separated, possibly might need someone to fill the spot?" He teased back.

You gasped, grabbing a pillow and smacking him in the face with it. "If you wanted me to call you daddy, you don't need to do all that." You rolled you eyes, mouth running before you could even think, suddenly blushing.

Rooster couldn't respond, instead he hit you back with a pillow too. That went on for a while until he accidentally hit your head with full force. Your jaw dropped looking at him.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" He apologized looking at you, pulled your head onto his chest and rubbing it.

You pushed him hard, his back falling onto the bed as you grabbed a pillow to smack his head with it. "You don't." Smack. "Hit a girl." Smack. "That hard." Smack. "In pillow fights!" Smack.

"I'm sorry!" He said as you both started giggling as you attacked him with the pillow. You were straddling him, your short frame needing to be high up on his torso so you could even hit him. You didn't realize it but Rooster was flushed by how close you were.

"Okay, okay, enough." You said seeing the clock with a bright LED white 11:50 PM written on it. "I got you a little snack to wake your stomach up before we join everyone downstairs." You reached over the bed, one hand steadying you near Rooster's head to get to the bedside table and getting what he presumed was what he smelled the first time you went up. "I brought you hot chocolate balls too but I thought that maybe you'd want to pour the warm milk yourself. I didn't know how much cream and syrup you wanted either so I just brought them up." You unlatched yourself off his torso and on the side of it so he could sit up. He found it cute, how you sat on your feet eager to see him try everything that you brought for him.

He got the fork from the little plate and ate something that was like bread on a leaf. It was sweet but a little salty. It felt like cornbread but it wasn't. You giggled as you saw his confused face getting a second bite.

"Oh, I failed to mention. You should get ready for the aunties downstairs. Everyone came while you were napping." You said while fixing how you were sat.

"What should I get ready for?" He asked as he took more bites of the bread-like thing in front of him.

"Just the comments of how tall you are, possible touching of your arms or shoulders, possible assumptions that you might be my boyfriend." You blushed. "I'm not sure how inappropriate they might get. I haven't brought home a boy. Well, except, Robbie— I mean, Bob. But that's different, he's been coming here since grade school so that doesn't count."

"I always wondered about you and Bob." He wondered.

"Hm, what about us?" You asked. His eyes widened realizing that he did say it out loud.

"At first we thought you were his girlfriend with how he spoke of you." He said eating his next bite.

"Ahhh." You laughed. "Robbie and I go way back, we met in grade school when we first moved here. Mom was having a hard time going through the divorce and I was alone at a potluck. He had his brothers, and they wanted a little sister so they took me under their wing, seeing all the bullying and stuff at school. They were the cool kids so being attached at their hip protected me too which was nice. His family practically treated me as their own."

"Ah, well, Bob and his family seems like a nice bunch then." He smiled softly, slightly jealous at how close you both were.

"So much so that our family spends time with them a lot. Anyways, how's the food?"

"The first bite was a bit weird but it's somewhat addicting. It's sweet and salty but it's nothing I've tasted before. It's delicious." He said, shovelling a bigger bite into his mouth.

"It's bibingka- coconut cream, cheese, and salted egg, all together. No one would think that it would taste good at first glance but weirdly, it does. Tastes delicious dipped in hot chocolate too." You motioned your lips towards the table.

He looked at you confused, you could practically see question marks floating on top of his head.

You laughed, picking up the mug. He took it, smiling at how cute it was. There was a literal hot chocolate ball in it.

"Ah, the hot chocolate. I thought you were kissing some Christmas ghost in the air or something."

You got the warm milk and handed it to him. "Why, you rather it was you?"

He laughed at your response, taking the milk from your hands. Both of you watched as it melted the ball. Completing the cup, you held it as he added a tower of whipped cream and a bit of chocolate syrup on top.

"Oop!" You exclaimed as a bit of the hot chocolate spilled out as you passed it back to him. Out of habit, you swiped your finger up the cup and stuck it in your mouth, you didn't even realize how he stared at you in adoration. She's so cute, he thought as he brought the cup to his lips to sip. You giggled when he pulled it away, cream stuck on his moustache.

"What?" He asked, oblivious.

"Nothing!" You smiled, cheekily. "Now try it with the bibingka." You said excited, getting the plate and dipping the bibingka into the hot chocolate, holding it up to his mouth.

He stared at the fork, hesitating for a second before taking a bite. "Mmm! That is good." He said with his mouth full. He wasn't kidding. It was great.

"It should be. I made everything." You teased.

"Well, now it isn't as good." He said jokingly, getting a glare.

"Shut up, pornstache. I'm trying to be nice for Chrismas here." You whined.

"It's good, Y/N. It's really good." He smiled which you returned. You fell into silence, clinks of the fork and the plate, and his sips were the only things heard. You sat there to watch him finish, stealing a few sips of the hot chocolate as well, blushing, thinking about how the scene playing out between you felt. You thought of how your lips touched the same cup his did, your cheeks reddening, something that Rooster mistook for just warmth from the hot chocolate. It was such a middle school thought, indirect kiss.

"I'm sorry I couldn't really get you anything expensive but I still wanted to get you a gift, so here. I've washed it so wear it when you come down if you want." You said, handing him a paper bag. "I'll be downstairs, okay? Come follow soon." You took the dishes leaving him in the room.

You opened the door again before he had opened his gift, smiling at him as you did. "Oh, and wipe your damn face."

You secretly wished he'd wear it. It was a sweater you've been knitting for him with a special message inside when he'd take it off. It was designed with a scene of a story told by Maverick, told to you by the other members of the squad which you found hilarious. He laughed when he saw it. It was a vague scene of pine trees, snow, and a little Mav pushing him in anger during the uranium mission. You didn't sew on a full face on him, but he knew that it was him by the pronounced mustache you gave the man in the sweater.

He hasn't gotten a real Christmas present in a while. I mean the cash was nice during his teenage years, and a few beer bottles were appreciated from his teammates when they invited him out for a Christmas drink, but this was really thoughtful.

You blushed as you walked down, thinking about how you would've kissed Bradley's cream-stache away if you could. You shook away your thoughts, busying yourself in the kitchen with your mom and aunties. You were the one making sure everything tasted right. Everyone assisted in cooking but it fell on you how everything tasted. There was a wide variety of food that were Noche Buena classics with a couple of just general Filipino event classics— honeyed ham, lechon, fried chicken, pansit, spaghetti, rice, buko pandan, bibingka, puto bumbong, and mango graham. It was more than enough for everyone in the house but somehow with all the takeouts for other people who took food home, there was always nothing left.

"Ay anak, where's Bradley? He should come and meet everyone." Your mom asked. "Ay, my child, where's Bradley? He should come and meet everyone."

"He'll be coming down soon, mama. Just getting ready. He went to nap, remember? He's used to sleeping early." You smiled towards your excited mom.

"Uy! Sino si Bradley? Am I gonna finally gonna get an apo sa tuhod?" Your lola exclaimed. "Uy! Who's Bradley? Am I gonna finally gonna get great-grandchildren?"

"Ay mama, ang pogi pogi, ang tangkad, at ang bait pa jusko!" Your mom said to her mother. "Kung ganyan ang magiging manugang ko, aba, bakit hindi?" "Ay mama, he's so handsome, so tall, and so kind, my goodness!" "If my son-in-law would be him, gosh, why not?"

"Mamaaaa, please, he's just a friend." You whined as you wiped your hands off at the small hand towel attached to your pants, removing it and setting it on a hook, moving out the kitchen into the dining room where you saw Bradley interacting with your little cousin.

"You know, I fly planes too!" He exclaimed to Sasa, who was listening to him intently. He took her plane toy and explained to her with it how they'd fly up and down. You smiled at how cute they looked, Rooster looked up and noticed. He ruffled the little kid's hair before making his way to you.

"Starting the propaganda on the youngens, I see." You teased.

"Have to get the recruits somehow." He nudged you back, as you rolled your eyes. He was fucking impossible. Always had a comeback for you.

You walked him towards the table where all the food was. The food filled the table so no one ate there except for the elderlies who you've taken note to make space for. Most people were either standing while they were eating on whatever flat surface they could find, in the living room, or just sitting on the floor— talking, laughing, eating.

"Mama, lola, Bradley's here!" You yelled as the two came rushing out of the kitchen giggling.

You leaned over the table to get a piece of puto bumbong to stuff in your mouth while the two approached them.

"Uy, Bradley, what are your intentions with my apo, ha?" Your lola had said to Bradley making you choke on your snack. "Hey, Bradley, what are your intentions with my granddaughter, ha?"

"Lola—"

She shushed you. "Bradley, my apo, she may be dense but I'm not. She's beautiful, and she cooks well. Not so good at the love department, but she's smart in other things."

"Lolaaa." You whined as Rooster smiled at you cheekily.

"Ma'am, I assure I have nothing but pure intentions for your apo. She's a lady, and I am a gentleman." He nodded, satisfied with what he said.

"Mhm, yeah, my daughter, a lady? That's new." Your mom laughed making you whine and pull Rooster away by his arm, but he resisted wanting to hear more.

"Ay anak, jusko, you can't blame me. How can I think of you as a ladylike woman when you play the most with Robert and that bull rider brother of his? Hay nako, Bradley, my daughter here. As amazing she is at swimming, she's a little troublemaker."

"Mama, that was one timeeee. They were teasing me."

"Sus, I know you did it more than once. Gave the town a heart attack each time." She grumbled. "I'm so sorry, Bradley, you don't know the story." She reached over to hold his arm as she continued, "Y/N, here, decided to fall off the boat and fake drowning to scare the two."

"They were rocking the boat to scare me, mama. I just wanted to scare them back."

"The water was freezing, anak, and you were down there for long enough that even the lifeguards had thought you'd drowned too."

"Scared them enough to stop teasing me though." You smiled cheekily at your mom who squished your face in annoyance.

"Hay nako, Bradley, you have to forgive me for raising such a little stubborn girl. Gladly you've been able to put up with her."

"Oh, Ms. Degamo, you have no idea how hard it's been." He feigned, charming your mom by using Miss and her maiden name.

"Ayayay, you come with me and take time away from her then. Come get some food then let me introduce you to the rest of the family." She grabbed onto his bicep.

As he was getting led away, he mouthed teasingly, "I'm gonna be your dad." which you responded with a middle finger.

"Y/N." She warned even as her back was turned.

"Sorry, ma!"

With that, you started packing some lumpia for Robbie and his brothers- Rhett, Harrison, Miles, and Luke, all practically the same person but in different fonts. They'd kill each other at the Christmas table, but they'd kill for each other if someone outside the family had said something bad about the other. Their father was a sweet man, Bill, who was the town's livestock veterinarian. It was absolute hell when you stayed over because of all the whining animals that you heard but it was fun because of your silly little girl crush on their dad.

"You know, with how much food you pack for them during Christmas, one would think you were sweet on one of the brothers." Carlos came around to tease you. You were both the eldest cousins in the family, the next one who came after you was still in high school going through the 'I hate my family' phase.

"As long as they didn't know I was sweet on their dad." You shushed him as his jaw dropped, you laughing out loud which caught Bradley's attention raising an eyebrow at you. You shrugging him off and going out to meet the boys who always arrived exactly at 11:55 before heading to the bar. Since Mrs. Floyd left, the boys and their father head off to the bar and made new traditions ending the night with a good ol' line dance (or rather, the boys getting their father drunk enough to dance with them as they kept him from sobbing through Christmas Eve).

"Mr. Floyd!"

"I told you, Y/N. It's Bill."

"And I told you, Mr. Floyd, you're too prominent in the town for me to call you that."

Hearing shouts and mumbles, he sighed and rolled his eyes looking back at the truck filled with the rowdy boys.

"Fine, 30 seconds, boys!" He yelled as everyone unloaded and rushed to you.

"Merry Christmas, Si!" Everyone took turns in giving you a hug and a little kiss on the head. From the outside, it would look like you were getting mauled by a pack of wolves. They opened the door and rushed in, saying hello to everyone and giving them a holiday smooch on their cheeks. Bill had come in to join them, giving the kids a fist bump then giving a kiss on the cheek to your grandma before they had to leave. Robbie (Bob) stood next to you while everyone said their quick goodbyes.

"You like him, don't you?" He said.

"Wha- who?"

"Bradley, not my father, you idiot."

"Who knows, maybe I'm sweet on your dad."

"You're disgusting."

"You're the one who gets their dick sucked off in their father's truck every Christmas Eve. That truck would light up like the town's Christmas Tree if I even get close to it with a black light."

"True."

You laughed pushing him out the front door, Bill coming to say goodbye to you with you giving him a kiss on the cheek. He said a quick thank you to everyone, the boys coming and going like a hurricane.

You had one more gift for Bradley that you forgot up in the room which you ran up to get.

"So you and Mr. Floyd, huh?" Bradley teased, you slightly jumped at his sudden presence.

"I like experienced men, what can I say?" You shrugged, focusing on searching for the little box. He choked and spilled his drink on his sweater. "Oh no, honey." You laughed, rushing over to take his drink and pat his back.

"Let me get you a shirt and get that in the laundry, it'll stain." You walked out to get a shirt from Carlos' room. Walking back in, everything got suddenly quiet with Bradley holding the sweater inside out.

"You got quite a type, Ms. Bressett." He teased, referring to your crush confession sewn on the inside of his sweater, sipping on his drink again.

"Oh yeah, it's the daddy issues, old man."

"You're such a fucking headache. Always got a comeback for me."

He was leaned on the random dresser near the door, his body blocking you from fully entering the room. You looked at his bare shoulders, your breath audibly hitching as his grin grew wider. You took the dirty sweater and stepped closer, his smug face dropping.

"How do you think I feel when your annoying ass mouth keeps running, hm?" You said just lightly above a whisper, you could feel his breath on your face now. Your heart sped up at how close you both were, his breath matching yours. He closed his eyes, his arm wrapped around your waist, gripping harder as if it was the only thing stopping him from closing the gap between you. "You never listen to me, Bradshaw." You muttered.

He hummed confused, eyes opening to meet yours that were smiling.

"Wipe your damn face, chicken." You laughed, shoving the sweater onto his face trying to run past as he smiled and rolled his eyes.

He grabbed you with one hand and pulling you closer to him as he rubbed his face onto you, smearing the whipped cream on his mustache on your cheek. You shrieked pushing your hands onto his chest but he was stronger and kept you there.

"Now, we're fair."

"10..." You heard downstairs the countdown to Christmas started.

"Bradley, come on. We're gonna miss the count." You whined, pulling him, simultaneously getting the tissues to wipe both your faces. Wiping yours first, then his, he still stood there like an idiot, not moving an inch.

"What? Do you want me to get you dressed t- mmmph!"

"1..."

His lips crashed down onto yours, a sigh falling off your lips. You could hear his breathing slow down as your hands fell onto his shoulders, feeling the dips and rises that his muscles had provided. One of his hands kept exploring while the other stayed to cup your cheek. His hands got lower gripping onto your thigh making you gasp, letting his tongue make it's way in. His hands were so big on your body that even just him holding it felt good.

He walked you backwards onto the wall, shutting and locking the door as he did. You pushed yourself forward, trying to deepen the kiss, whining when the hand that was softly cupping your cheek seconds ago wrapped around your neck to give a gentle squeeze. He pulled away kissing your flushed cheeks that he found cute.

"You ass, you made us miss the count." You whispered, eyes still closed, head floating.

"I did." He laughed, kissing down to your neck.

"I don't wanna have sex. Not yet. Especially not when my family's around."

"I'm not in a rush, chick. All at your pace." He held your face, his forehead nuzzling onto yours. "Besides, I'd love to wine and dine you before I do."

"What a gentleman." You rolled your eyes.

"Did you just roll your eyes at me, missy?"

"Get changed, pornstache. I'm hungry." He chuckled as you threw the clean shirt to his chest, putting it on himself following close by as you walked back to the living room.

The inside-out sweater that had 'I have a crush on you. Kiss me, if you like me back.' sewn on it was forgotten on the floor along with the gift you'd have to give sometime else instead.

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ALAMAT - Teaser Image for 1st Comeback Single, 'kasmala'

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Intro to RAPTURE ACADEMY

(so remember a few months ago I said I wanted to make a list of characters for a fighting game? It has a name now lol)

RAPTURE ACADEMY is a superhero/alternate history project centrally focused around the Rapture Academy and Institute for Superpowered Opportunists, a school thinly designed to raise supervillains. Primarily focusing on the stories and systems around a bunch of kids with intensely dangerous powers enrolled in a private academy headed by imprisoned supervillain No. 1 Angel as part of an internationally-backed plea deal. The kids are alright.

STUDENTS:

Anti (Canadian) - Analog horror-themed hoodie kid with dark powers (makes everything they hit distort like a broken VHS tape), surprisingly nice and wholesome and probably the least likely to actually become a career villain.

Hellbound ("Eastern European") - Princess sacrificed to a draconic ritual, became a half-dragon berserker who spends her time bound in magic chains. A demure sweetheart when lucid, murderous beast otherwise.

The Vigilante Smog Monster/"Smoggy" (Australian) - A swamp monster summoned by an indigenous tribe searching for a protector, can turn into sludge and murder smoke, wears enchanted wooden masks.

Twintails (Japanese) - two students in one! A male wizard apprentice and a female ninja apprentice from rivalling clans that were fused together by a trickster yokai; one person is in control at a time, they swap from sneezing.

IDKYS/I Don't Know You, Sorry (Filipino) - Aspiring idol/daughter to high-ranking entertainment execs with a literally hypnotic voice. Placed in school with a voice-to-computer TTS mask in order to be taught a lesson in humility, is the class queen anyway.

Magnus VI (American) - Indestructible cyborg cowboy built by a mad science firm who can explosively self-destruct any joint in his body before reassembling. Extremely arrogant. No one touches his hat.

Metal Alice (French) - Daughter of a supervillain who died and was brought back as a haunted animatronic unknowing that she died. Is a walking portal to the ghost dimension who can pull out all sorts of phantasmic metal weapons, from scissors to chainsaws.

Hot★Shot (Chinese) - Cocky martial arts prodigy, has fire abilities, up-and-coming superstar. Basically thinks he's the protagonist of a shounen fighting game, is a colossal asshole from it, yet is the popular jock regardless.

Vioelectrolysis (Motswana) - Upbeat mad scientist-in-training who fights using a giant modified fire-extinguisher that mixes chemicals for deadly use, as well as a bigass flail for deadly use. She may or may not be a mutant.

White Slate (Greek) - A living statue accidentally created by a mad artist, has the ability to turn people into stone with his touch. Is missing a face, sometimes paints one on for intimidation points. Mostly an emo boi who paints a lot.

zZomnia (Pakistani) - Phoneaholic teen haunted by nightmares that double as guardian spirits with insanely powerful weapons whenever she's asleep or is on the verge of it. Is constantly sleepy. Leave her alone.

Bitter Batter (N/A) - Just an ordinary girl with no superpowers, but a baseball bat, a silent death glare, and murderous intent. Originally a teen vagrant before being enlisted in the school. The most "normal" student and also the most fn terrifying

Moonlight Rosebloom Powderpuff of the Unside Neverlandian Court (Scottish?) - A bubbly (alleged) fairy noble from a (disputed) faraway realm hidden in a (presumably) magical garden. Wields (conversely very real) magic. It's very pink.

Ryvr Sticks (Ukrainian) - A scarecrow infected with a paranatural fungi giving him sapience, regeneration abilities, and hallucinogenic powers. Indisputably the class clown and source of gossip. Is a wicked breakdancer.

FACULTY:

No.1 Angel (███) - Headmaster, part-time supervillain, full-time asshole. thinks he's a superhero who deserves to protect humanity but then gave another superhero cancer using his light manipulation powers for trying to stop him.

Panopticon (███) - head of security, a silent dude in black armor and an old-timey diving helmet who sometimes appears unacknowledged to stare at everyone in class, in hallways, or off campus. Powers unknown.

Señor Heartpuncher (Mexican) - Teacher of self-defense. Retired lucha-themed super with a long history of being a hero, but once had a heel-turn and became teacher because he owed a favor to No.1 Angel. has the ability to absorb and reflect kinetic force, perfect for teaching kids how to hit punches then tank them

Drill Instructor Friday (Brazilian) - Teacher of phys ed. Acts like the scariest and most intense drill instructor you can think of. She's also a genuine werewolf. Comes up with some of the funniest PG-13-level insults imaginable and then punishes you for laughing at them.

OfOz (Haitian) - Teacher of paranatural arts (magic, anomalies, anything "supernatural"). Pretty chill and charismatic expert in the field, is able to split his soul/body separately. Only one half of him is teaching classes, other half is doing supervillainy elsewhere in the world.

DDDD (South Korean) - Teacher of technology arts. Is the head of a megacorp developing devices for supers, mostly villains. Teaches remotely from the other side of the world using a mini-mech suit that she pilots from her office. It has weapons. She forgets this. Frequently rants about her competitors and has to be reminded by her secretary to stay on topic.

Sir SPECTACULAR!!! (Swiss) and The Virtuoso (German) - Teacher and assistant teachers of theatrics (getting students to figure out their gimmicks/brand/performances as supers). They used to commit "theatre crimes" together with SPECTACULAR!!!'s super-conductor powers and Virtuoso's super-VR tech, turning cities into musicals. After turning the state of Oklahoma into a musical, they've settled down teaching kids and enjoy it.

Mr. Professor Von Ruin (Austrian) - "Teacher" of ethics (the legalities and philosophies of being a super). he is actually a cat. a super-intelligent, talking cat, pet of a supervillain, but a cat. he doesn't really teach, so his period's just a free block.

Miss Brutalist (Swedish) - Teacher of logistics (resourcing and management of being a super). No powers, actually runs a business designing HQs and lairs for various supers. Most of her assignments involve getting students to do paperwork for her projects.

Dr. Infinity-Plus (Hungarian) - Teacher of general sciences and maths. Has incredible foresight/caculation abilities, which drove him... not quite "insane" but very jaded, paranoid, and antsy. Will often derail classes to vent about existentially terrifying concepts. wears a Rubik's cube-like helmet to dampen his mind.

Sewn Chaos (Azerbaijani) - Teacher of home economics. Former career super before using her textile-manipulation powers to design costumes for others, helps the kids figure out their costumes. genuinely like everyone's favorite grandma up until she shares stories of all the f'd up villains she worked with. Good times!

DREADNAUT (Russian) - Head librarian. Ghostly cosmonaut afflicted by paranatural forces while on the moon, now has gravity powers but is stuck in a fugue state. manages the school's library containing vast resources... which is constructed upside-down in order to make it harder for kids to access.

Gutwrencher (Czech) - Head nurse. A zombie in all but name, has a flesh-mending/regeneration factor she can use to heal herself and others. Is constructed out of various necrotic body parts and stitching that often come apart at inconvenient times. Some students are attracted to her and don't know why.

Mr. BRB (Italian) - Head janitor (and also the only one). He's a necromancer who summons ghouls to help do the cleaning for him but often still leaves things dirty. Mostly chills out in his office to record his personal podcasts and offer advice to kids who ask nicely.

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hi there!! i’m trying to find a faceclaim for my oc and i’m wondering if you could help? he’s a latino cowboy between the ages of 30-45 ish; i would prefer fcs with plenty of resources (mostly gifs & including cowboy resources if possible) … thank you so much for your help!! 💕🇵🇸

Danny Pino (1974) Cuban.

Pedro Pascal (1975) White Chilean - The Last of Us - called for ceasefire and medical aid in Palestine!

Raúl Castillo (1977) Mexican.

Gabriel Luna (1982) Mexican and Lipan Apache - The Last of Us.

Paulo Lessa (1982) Afro Brazilian.

Alfonso Herrera (1983) Mexican.

Richard Cabral (1984) Mexican.

Carlos Miranda (1984) Nicaraguan.

Alex Meraz (1985) Mexican [Purépecha] - The Last Son - is pro Palestine!

Clayton Cardenas (1985) Mexican, some Filipino.

Michael Trevino (1985) Mexican.

Miguel Gomez (1985) Colombian.

Josh Segarra (1986) Puerto Rican.

Rafael de la Fuente (1986) Venezuelan - is gay.

David Castañeda (1989) Mexican.

Julio Macias (1990) Mexican.

Tommy Martinez (1992) - Venezuela.

Hey anon! Here are all the Latino suggestions I know of in that age range who have gif resources, I've noted those that could work for the role too!

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A lot of people like the idea of a modern-ish retelling of Dororo. I personally think the 1980s or 90s would fit best for a punk or grunge vibe.

I'm still stuck on my Spanish-American Western Dororo reimagining phase, since Samurai to Cowboy stories transition pretty well due to the similar themes *coughZorrorocough*.

But I'm also starting to see it making more sense if there was a retelling that took place in Spanish-colonial Philippines since a mix of post colonial dysphoria and filipino superstition would fit well with original war-torn setting and supernatural horror of the original Dororo.

These are just ideas that have evolved in my head. Someone else could be pitching a space opera version else where. Search and Destroy already took on a Soviet Sci-Fi dystopia theme.