#jimmy stone mention

[insomniacwithoutpurpose]

Talk to Me

NineRose Day 3: "We need to talk about this"

(I finally finished it!!! It's also on AO3 under SeraphinaVerena, if you want to check it out)

Rose was hiding deep inside the TARDIS, avoiding the Doctor. Despite the futility of it, Rose hoped that the TARDIS would keep her hidden. She knew that the ship, while sentient in some form, however, would always favor the Doctor even if she sometimes left little presents on her nightstand in the morning. Still, she hoped. 

They had been in London that day, Rose dropped by Jackie’s to get her clothes washed—no matter that the TARDIS could do that herself, too. But Rose enjoyed being able to come home, giving her something that grounded her to Earth, because all that she’d seen with the Dcotor, Rose was sure that she could get lost if it weren’t for Jackie. But today had been different. 

Rose, saddled with her clean laundry after saying goodbye to her mom, was walking across the Powell Estate courtyard back to the TARDIS. The Doctor had refused to come up with her, not after the last time when Jackie had slapped him, claiming to have to do “important repairs, Rose. The TARDIS can’t fly without ‘em.” She’d smiled and let him get away with the lie, not really in the mood to break up their bickering anyway. However, when a horrifyingly familiar voice called her name, Rose wished like hell the Doctor had come with her. 

At first, Rose froze, unsure if she was hearing things, but when she heard the voice call for her again, Rose continued to the TARDIS, walking faster than before. She was nearly to the TARDIS when someone grabbed her arm. 

“Thought that was you, Rose,” he said, causing a shiver to run down Rose’s spine. “Ignorin’ me now, are we?” Every muscle in her body tensed, but she forced herself to face him. 

“Hi, Jimmy,” Rose said tightly, grimacing slightly. His grip on her arm wasn’t painful, but she didn’t any part of him touching her. Carefully, she turned her body so Jimmy would have to let go to remain civil or risk being too aggressive--a line he knew how to dance on well. 

“Haven’t seen you around for a while, Rose. Heard you were ‘traveling.’” The smirk on Jimmy’s face told her how likely he thought that was. “I just figured you’d found some bloke to shack up with and didn’t want to fess up to your mum.”

Rose narrowed her eyes, edging further away from him. Once, she had found his bleach blond hair and dark eyes alluring—everything her mum would’ve hated, but now every part of her skin itched just to be around him. She knew better; she was better. 

“What do you want, Jimmy?” Rose asked through gritted teeth, trying desperately to not let her nerves show. Jimmy got off on that--on her fear and, from that, her compliance. Logically, Rose knew she shouldn’t be afraid of Jimmy. Of all the things she’d seen in the last few months, Jimmy was nothing. He was a spider on the wall or a weird shadow in the corner of her room. He was the past, and Rose Tyler had seen the end of the world and Jimmy Stone was just a bad memory. 

Unfortunately, it seemed Rose’s body wasn’t agreeing with the logic. Her hands were shaking and her grip tightened around her laundry bag. Her gaze kept skirting along the edges of the courtyard, looking for an escape, and her feet itched to run back to the TARDIS, slamming the door behind her. 

Instead, she was frozen to the spot, Jimmy’s dark eyes and cruel sneer trapping her in broad daylight when she should be better than this. 

Jimmy quirked an eyebrow—a dangerous sign that Rose still knew the meaning of even after all this time—at her tone, and took a step closer to her. She backed up another foot, but he just followed her. “Wow, he must be some guy, yeah? You coming back here and acting like you’re better than me just cuz some well-doing bloke thinks you’re a decent shag.” Rose’s face flushed red and her hand balled into a fist. 

“Shove off, Jimmy,” Rose hissed, turning on her heel and stomping to the TARDIS. 

“Oh, c’mon, Rose!” Jimmy hassled, following right behind her. She could feel his presence crawling up her back like a swarm of ants. “I just wanna catch up. Maybe we could go down to the pub and get a drink together. Remember how good we were together?” 

Jimmy’s question made Rose freeze mid-step. She spun around to face Jimmy, his face smug and victorious. “You’re jokin’,” she deadpanned. “You can’t be serious. ‘Good together?’“

“‘Course I am,” Jimmy said with an infuriating shrug, stepping even closer to Rose. This time she didn’t back away, anger planting her to the spot this time, instead of fear. 

“We weren’t good together, Jimmy,” Rouse grounded out through clenched teeth. “‘Nd you’re delusional if you think that we were.” 

Jimmy just rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on, Rose. It wasn’t all that bad.” 

Rose opened her mouth, her face red with indignation, to refute him, but no words came out. She huffed and tried again, all the horrible times they had--every scathing word he’d said, every time he’d gotten drunk and yelled at her, every time he pushed her around or did worse, and the thousands of pounds of debt he left her with--playing on repeat in her head like a bad pop song. It was tuneless, painful, and bound to give her a headache, and she never wanted to think about again. 

Seeing as words had failed her, Rose did the next best thing. She slapped him. Hard. 

Jimmy’s head whipped to the side, hair falling in front of his face. Just like she had imagined a hundred times before by the time their relationship ended. For a moment, she was euphoric, the feeling slightly overturning the fury. Then she felt the sting of her palm and the desire to hit him again, this time with a fist. And then, when Jimmy lifted his head, Rose was reacquainted with the special kind of fear reserved just for him. 

“You bitch,” he snarled, striding forward. Rose jumped backwards as he reached for her, but Jimmy moved quicker and snatched the wrist of the hand that she’d struck him with. Rose glanced over at her shoulder at the TARDIS, only ten meters away. She wondered if she broke Jimmy’s grip, if she’d be fast enough to make it. 

A sharp jerk of her arm forced Rose to face Jimmy again. His eyes were livid, a sneer painted on his lips. “I think whatever rich bloke you’ve been warming the bed of has made you forget that you’re just a useless chav whore,” he snarled, leaning into Rose’s space even as she screwed up her face and leaned away. 

“Go to hell, Jimmy,” Rose hissed, ignoring the stining in her eyes. 

Anger flashed in his eyes, and he lifted his free hand—

“Oi!” A sharp, furious shout came from behind Rose. There was a series of sharp, heavy footsteps on the concrete behind Rose as he approached. Jimmy’s eyes lifted to look at the man behind her, but Rose didn’t turn. She wasn’t sure what she’d find in the Doctor’s eyes. 

The Doctor came to stand just behind Rose. “Get your hands off her,” he growled, no doubt staring Jimmy down. After a moment of hesitation, Jimmy released Rose’s wrist, and she immediately stepped back until she could feel the Doctor’s arm brushing up against her back. 

“This him, then,” Jimmy asked, giving the Doctor an appraising look. “Bit old for you, no? Or do you not care who you—”

The Doctor cut him off by striding forward, in front of Rose. “I’d be careful about what you say. Never know who might hear you.” The threat was clear in his voice, and while Jimmy was far from the brightest person on the estate, Rose knew he was good at surviving. Jimmy stepped backwards, hands up in surrender. 

“Meant nothin’ by it, mate. Rose’s just an old friend; right, Rose?” Jimmy looked at her, those god-awful brown eyes boring into her. 

“Go away, Jimmy,” she said, averting her eyes and hating herself for how quiet her voice was. 

When Jimmy hesitated, the Doctor glared at him. “You ‘eard ‘er,” he drawled dangerously. 

Wisely, Jimmy said nothing, the look in the Doctor’s eyes enough to tell him off. He turned around and headed off with a mumbled farewell in Rose’s direction that was less than genuine. 

Rose didn’t wait to see Jimmy scurry across the courtyard before turning around and high-tailing it to the TARDIS. The Doctor caught up to her just as she was opening the doors and stepping inside. 

“You wanna tell me what that was about?” he asked as Rose as she tried to escape the console room. 

“It was nothing,” she said over her shoulder, not bothering to stop. 

“Didn’t look like nothing.” 

Rose simply shrugged, hesitating only for a moment, her heart still racing in her chest as she tried to keep her composure in front of him. Sure, they’d been through a lot together, but that didn’t mean he needed to know about Jimmy and the hundreds of stupid things she’d done before they’d met that night in Hendrick’s. 

“Well, it was,” was all she offered before disappearing into the depths of the TARDIS. 

After Rose dropped her clothes off in her room, she wandered down the TARDIS’s halls, further than she’d ever gone before, to find this strange room of knick knacks and screwed up physics—chairs hung to the walls with no obvious bolts or screws, a chain-linked lamp stood erect in the middle of the floor despite their being no support for it to do so, and the fire in the fireplace seemed to move horizontally, though Rose wasn’t sure about that one. She’d been here ever since, exploring the hidden corners and oddities that were scattered around the room, distracting herself from the memories and shame that were bubbling up from her encounter with Jimmy. 

It was the sound of an opening door that let Rose know that the TARDIS wasn’t on her side. Muttering about meddlesome ships and glaring up at the ceiling—decorated with a gaudy shag rug—while listening to the Doctor’s approaching footsteps. 

He appeared around the corner of a fallen bookcase—or an upright one, depending on where you stood in the room—and when he caught sight of Rose, he stopped at the end of the bookcase. He placed his hands in the pockets of his jacket, his expression unreadable. When it didn’t seem like he was going to speak first, Rose broke the silence. 

“I haven’t seen this room before,” she said, making a show of looking around the room. “Not sure what it’s for, but I like it.” Rose nodded appreciatively, ignoring the growing sense of discomfort. 

“Are you gonna stop lying to me now and tell me what really happened today?” The Doctor asked with a raised eyebrow. “Or are we just gonna pretend that everything’s normal?” 

Rose raised a hand to her mouth, biting at the nail on her thumb. “Pretend everything is normal?” Rose said with a weak smile, but it came out as a question. 

The Doctor leveled her with a look. “C’mon, Rose. Talk to me.” It was a request, not a demand, and the unusually soft expression on his face, his eyes pleading with her to open up, made her want to do just that. 

Rose sighed, the tension draining from her shoulders. “His name’s Jimmy,” she stated lamely, realizing belatedly he’d probably heard her call him Jimmy already. “We dated—a long time ago. Before Mickey, obviously. Met him while I was still in school.” She shifted awkwardly on her feet, the words she wanted to stay stuck in her throat. She saw a couple of chairs—an orange armchair and a tall beige ottoman-type thing—over by a tall plant in the corner and walked over, plopping down in the armchair. The Doctor followed her, sitting down on the ottoman. She wrapped her arms around herself, turning to face the Doctor. His striking blue eyes soft, but intense. 

“You don’t have to tell me, Rose, if you don’t want to,” he said kindly. “But I want you to know that you can.” 

Rose nodded, emotion struggling to strangle her. “I know, I know. ‘Nd I do want to tell you, I just don’t like thinking about it.” 

“Then just tell me the basics. Don’t need to go into detail,” the Doctor offered. Rose drew in a breath. The basics—she could do that. She let the breath out and started to talk. 

“I met Jimmy when I was 14. He was 18 and the lead singer in the band. He dropped out of school to become a musician with his friends. When I was 15, he asked me out, and we started dating. At first, it was really good. He was kind and sweet, took me on really great dates, but. . . well, it didn’t last.” 

Rose sighed and drew her feet up onto the chair to wrap her arms around them, risking a glance over at the Doctor. He nodded at her slightly, encouraging her to continue. 

“When I was sixteen, Jimmy said that I should drop out and get a job—told me I was wasting my time with school and all. I believed him and the next thing I know we’re livin’ together in this dank bedsit, working at a corner store, and I’ve stopped talking to mum.” Tears sting Rose’s eyes, but she sniffs and refuses to let them fall. “We had such a big fight that night,” she says, more to herself than to the Doctor.

“It was a couple months after that happened that things started to get bad between us. Jimmy, he’d come home drunk and yelling, and when he had a gig, it’d be worse.” Rose remembered when he’d swan off with some girl, acting like it meant nothing and wasn’t tearing Rose up inside. “It only got worse when money got tight. I started working two jobs, and since I wasn’t around as much, the apartment just got dirtier and dirtier cuz Jimmy wasn’t cleanin’. He was just drinking with his mates and pretendin’ he had any chance at making it as a musician.” Rose scoffed, tears burning her throat and her eyes, remembering how stupid she’d been. 

“Did he hit you?” the Doctor asked softly. She turned her head to look at him. Slowly, she nodded.

“Not often,” she whispered. “But. . .sometimes—sometimes he’d just get so angry, and I didn’t know what to do, and whatever I did do seemed to only make him angrier.” Her voice shook, and the tears started to fall from her eyes. Rose buried her head in her arms, crying softly. 

She heard as the Doctor stood from the ottoman, and stepped in front of her. Felt his hands as he placed them on her shoulders and kneeled down. Rose looked up from her lap, his face only a few inches away from her own. 

“Want me to throw him into a sun?” the Doctor offered. “‘Cause I can think of a couple of good ones—temperature low enough he might feel something before it kills him.” Rose couldn’t help the laugh that burst from her. 

“Nah,” she shook her head, a watery smile on her face. “Cuz then he’d say ‘It’s bigger on the inside’ and he doesn’t deserve that.” The Doctor smiled softly, bringing a hand to her cheek. His touch was tender and warm, despite the body temperature difference. 

“No, he doesn’t,” he agreed. “But if he ever comes near you again, I’m going to shoot him with my laser eyes.”

Rose snorted. “You don’t have laser eyes.” 

“Mickey thought I did.” 

[ghost-facess]

Some oldies crushes from the 1960s....

[dykedvonte]

I also just realized that we really only get the 7 days before the crash to really see the people Curly and Anya were before the crash. It's not even the full seven days. We get the first two and the last two with a gap in the time for what could have gone down.

I just realized how vague it was and how quickly it all happened. They are such small moments and such short glimpses. She's only just told Curly two days before the crash. The next she told Jimmy and Curly had to confront him. It's further implied right after that conversation, Curly goes to collect himself and figure things out and Jimmy immediately crashes the ship, once he's far enough to not stop him, cause he knows Curly would never truly allow it to happen.

But he takes that as the okay to go ahead, because in the long time he's known Curly, that's always been the okay.

The difference in the gaps in the timeline really just paint a bigger less explained but more obvious picture.

[slasher-fxcker]

Slashers seeing their future S/O for the first time

Part 1

Including: Billy Loomis, Bo Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Lester Sinclair, Stu Macher & Vincent Sinclair.

Warnings: Mentions of death, slashers being slashers. This page is 18+ Minors do not interact.

A/N: Okay this is my first post on here so any and all feedback is welcome! Also, there will be a part two, I will be including all the slashers I write for I just got a bit carried away and I thought it was a bit long for one part lol. Second part will include Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire and Jesse Cromeans.

Billy Loomis:

· This was meant to be an easy kill for Billy. Some geek that showed up at a party he shouldn’t have been at, Billy had been watching him for most of the night when he saw his target getting ready to leave. He started heading to the closet he hid his Ghostface costume in when someone crashed into him spilling their drink all down the front of his shirt.

· Billy was in two minds about whether he should give them a piece of his mind or ignore their apologies and sneak away anyway. But as he looked up whatever reply he had planned got caught in his throat. When he looked into your pleading eyes he could immediately tell how bad you felt. He didn’t realise he was staring until he noticed you were waiting for a response.

· He regains his composure and brushed off your apologies, telling you not to worry about it. You seemed relieved and he couldn’t help but smirk at how you looked around the room frantically. “Lost something?” he finally asks you, “Am I that obvious?” you laugh before holding your hand out, “I’m Y/N, Randy’s cousin.” Billy seemed to stare at your hand for a second before taking it in his and introducing himself. Maybe just this once he’d let the target go and find something worth enjoying.

Bo Sinclair:

· Getting out of the beat-up truck Bo winced as he felt the pain in his arm of the wound that hadn’t fully healed just yet. Lightly holding the spot and remembering how one of the victims had cut him good with that knife. He sighed and shrugged the thought off before walking towards the dimly lit bar. Sitting down on one of the stools and ordering a beer.

· He soon becomes aware of a man groaning angrily at one of the nearby pool tables, “There aint no way you're winning again without cheatin’” he hears the man grumble. Bo’s fairly accustomed to the usual pool bets but what does surprise him is the feminine laugh he hears in response, he turns around to see you bent over the table lining up your next shot. He feels his throat dry up at the sight of the position you’re in and the teasing smirk that’s on your face.

· “Don’t be a sore loser Jimmy,” you laugh before sinking yet another ball into its socket. Bo can barely take his eyes off you as he leans back taking another sip of his beer. You and the man seem to go back and forth in arguing about the game, and he feels like he could watch you all night. The game is coming to an end with you clearly winning, before he even thinks about it Bo has downed the rest of his beer and is walking towards you. As you’re lining up your final shot Bo slams down a couple of bills on the side of the pool table, you look up at him and he flashed his signature grin at you, “I’ve got winner,” he says as he looks you up and down. You sink your last ball before turning back to him, “You’ve got it handsome,” she smirks. Oh, you were trouble, and Bo couldn’t wait to see how this night turned out.

Jason Voorhees:

· It had been a quiet week for Jason, no campers, no teens, nothing. He had been out collecting wood for the fire when he found a small stone, he liked collecting bits and pieces from around the woods. Small knickknacks to decorate the shabby cabin he called home. The stone had five points and could be seen as almost the shape of a star, what Jason didn’t realise was he had spent far too long invested in the stone to notice someone walking on the trail nearby. The snapping of some sticks broke him out of his thoughts as he saw a figure nearby.

· Jason quickly shoved the stone in his pocket before walking silently to a spot where he could watch the trail without being spotted. He watched you from afar for a while, seeing you look around you as you made your way down the path. The way you watched the nature around you with a small smile on your face made Jason feel a warmth inside him. He followed you all the way to the camp grounds. You seem surprised to find the open space on your trip. You sat down on one of the stone seats before unpacking some lunch for yourself.

· It wasn’t long before you had gotten up and were walking around the small opening. It was then that Jason heard you speak for the first time which caused him to tense in fear. “Hey there little guy.” That was it, you must’ve seen him. He froze as you stepped towards his hiding spot only to stop a few feet in front of where he stood, where he thought he was hidden by the shrubs. But you weren’t looking at him to his relief, he saw the small squirrel perched on a branch that seemed to have your attention. He felt himself relax as he noticed this before trying to silently move further to the other side of the clearing.

· To his surprise the squirrel hadn’t run away, he must’ve smelt the food in your hand as he stood hesitantly sniffing the air. “You hungry?” you asked him rhetorically before holding out a small piece of crust for the squirrel and placing it on the branch near him. Jason watched and couldn’t help but melt at your kindness, he heard the familiar voice in his head but this time the voice was calm, telling him you needed protection, you needed him. But how was he supposed to approach you. A few minutes passed and you turned back to your seat, walking over you noticed something had now been placed where you once sat. You picked up the small stone, noticing it was shaped like a star. You looked around for someone before looking back at the stone, a small smile on your face. It warmed Jason’s heart as he prepared himself to find you more gifts.

Lester Sinclair:

· Lester found himself almost zoning out as he drove down the all too familiar road, the predictability of the same turns and sights that he saw every day seeming to get on his nerves today. Until he noticed a car on the side of the road, he hated his part in this, he tried to just shut himself off from it and think of whoever the poor bastard was that wandered their way as just a stranger, a nobody with no identity. It helped that they were usually rude to him, at least that way he felt less remorse for them. He couldn’t see the person that was hidden under the hood, probably uselessly trying to figure out what was wrong with their car.

· “Looks like you could use a hand.” He didn’t expect the slight squeal from whoever was behind the hood before you walked out, “oh gosh you gave me a fright,” you giggled. Lester was trying to pick his jaw up off the floor and string a sentence together, you definitely weren’t the first young lady to come through these parts but he sure thought you were the prettiest. “Uh, sorry ma’am.” He gulped before wracking his brain for words, “I saw you stuck here and thought you could use a hand.” You sighed before closing the hood, “Unless you happen to have a fanbelt on you, I don’t think so,” He felt the slight dread creep up as he remembered the scenario, he hesitated before spilling his usual script about taking you to see Bo. Of course, you agreed, having no other option and climbing into his truck.

· Not long into the drive you spoke, “I’m Y/N by the way,” he nodded before realising you were waiting for a response, “Oh, I’m Lester,” he responded. “Lester,” you repeated with a smile, he couldn’t help the feeling in his stomach when you repeated his name. “Well thank you very much Lester, I definitely owe you one for driving me all this way.” The more you spoke the worse he was starting to feel, you seemed kind, you were nice to him which was a welcome change, you laughed along with him instead of at him, you didn’t deserve the fate that you were walking into. As you neared Ambrose he realised he couldn’t let you die, he didn’t know how yet but he would do everything he could to keep Bo from hurting you. He knew life was going to be anything but predictable with you around

Stu Macher:

· Stu groans when the bell rings, his least favourite subject and it was the first lesson of the day. “You coming Stu?” He looks at Randy as he seems to think it over, “Nah, we’ve got Evans, I don’t need another detention from that douche.” Randy just rolls his eyes as Stu starts walking in the opposite direction, he hears Randy grumble some smart-ass comment to himself as he walks away.

· Stu was about to turn towards the entrance when he heard you curse to yourself, he glanced at you before turning the corner. “Woah,” he stopped in his tracks before backing up back into the hallway and looking you over again. You must be new, he definitely would’ve remembered you if he had seen you before. You're too engrossed in the paper in your hands to notice someone coming up to you and leaning against the lockers. He puts on his cheesiest grin before getting your attention “Hey there,” you almost jump out of your skin as you drop your books.

· “Oh man I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Stu apologises as he crouches down and begins to pick up your things, you join him in picking up your books, “No don’t be, I should’ve been paying more attention,” you give him a soft smile before standing back up as he passes you some of your belongings, “You must be new, haven’t seen you around here,” you just nod before continuing, “actually, i’m having some trouble finding my class,” he looks over the schedule you had been engrossed in. “Oh that’s actually where I’m headed, I can take you if you’d like,” he couldn’t help but smile at the way you beamed up at him as you agreed.

· The walk was filled with Stu making you laugh, as you neared the class he seemed to slow down and began talking to you again. “You know, I’d be happy to show you to your other classes if you need help finding them after this?” you agreed and he walked into the class with you. A big smile on his face even after being reprimanded by your teacher. “I thought you weren’t coming,” Randy whispers to him, “Yeah something changed my mind,” he replied, not taking his eyes off you. Maybe this class was worth showing up to.

Vincent Sinclair:

· Vincent had been in the museum, positioning his newest artwork. He stared at it with a slight tilt of his head, questioning every stroke, every pose and every colour. He couldn’t help it, he knew he was good at what he did but insecurity still nagged at every decision he made. He was in his own world when the creak of the front door broke him out of his stupor. Bo had told him a small group of victims would be heading down to the museum while he worked on ‘finding’ a fan belt for them. Vincent was quick to move to his usual hiding spots to watch them.

· Vincent hated how loud this group was, joking and making fun of his art. “You have to be pretty sick to make any of this.” One of the guys spoke up, Vincent immediately started thinking of how he would hurt this man. It wasn’t until a softer voice spoke up that he noticed the girl trailing at the back of the group, “Come on guys, don’t be so rude. Someone must have put a lot of effort into these.” It was then that Vincent could finally make out your form, you seemed quiet even when speaking up for him, defending his work. Vincent wished he could get a better look at you. The man scoffed, “Okay art freak.” Vincent saw the way you practically flinched at the insult before turning away from the group to go and look at some other pieces.

· Vincent felt angry, the man would definitely suffer. He made his way closer to where you were, staying hidden as he watched you from afar. He could tell the insult had hurt you and this only made him angrier. You seemed to pause as you squinted closer to the art work on the wall, brushing some dust off the framing. “Vincent,” you read the signature to yourself with a small smile on your face, Vincent stilled when he heard you. He wasn’t sure what it was but something about hearing you say his name struck a chord in him. He was more than intrigued by you, he felt drawn to you in a way he had never felt before. He wasn’t sure what this meant but whatever it was he knew Bo wouldn’t like it.

[venusjaynie]

baby names ~ blurb

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: a cute little scenario about discussing possible baby names with your husband chris.

cw: pregnancy, a lot of dialogue

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"what about... chris junior?" your husband turns to you with a smirk.

"we've been over this. he is not having your name." you say with an exasperated eye roll, though you don't fight the smile that graces your lips.

"i know, baby, i'm just teasin'. and bernard is definitely out?" you stare at him blankly in response.

"i know you aren't even serious about that." he just laughs at you. his laughter dies down and the two of you sit in a comfortable silence, with chris slowly rubbing your bump. you're around the 5 month mark now, and you couldn't be more excited, however the discussion of a name has been long winded, and hasn't just included you and chris. "what was nick's suggestion again?"

"nick originally said jimmy, which i vetoed. i love my dad but c'mon. then he said william." chris' reaction to the name didn't show much interest.

"that's nice but he just doesn't feel like a william, y'know?" you say to chris.

"i agree. matt suggested jonathan, which i didn't really like. mom still thinks he's actually a girl 'cause she says sometimes the scans can pick things up wrong." he says while looking at you, and you hum in acknowledgement.

"maybe she's right? sometimes they are wrong. it might be worth having a few girl options just incase, right?" he nods in agreement.

"what about... christina?"

"chris!"

"kidding, kidding. i like isabella." he says seriously.

"isabella... that's pretty. i like that one. that can be an option." he smiles in satisfaction that one of his suggestions has been received well. "i really like daisy, too." chris hums thoughtfully.

"me too." he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. "hey, if we do have a boy, what about theo?" a smile graces your face.

"i like theo, but can his full name be theodore so we can call him teddy?" you ask sweetly, and chris chuckles quietly.

"sure thing, babe. teddy sturniolo. he sounds like a fuckin' badass." his seriousness makes you giggle.

the two of you fall into that comfortable silence again, and chris runs his hand up and down your thigh gently.

"hey, i'm really happy i got you pregnant."

"that's an strangely romantic sentiment, where did that come from?" you ask teasingly, to which he shrugs.

"i don't know, it's just that, i never thought i'd have kids this young 'cause i'm immature as fuck, y'know? but you make me think i can be a really good dad." your heart practically melt at his answer, until he says "and obviously you look hot as fuck with my baby in you." and your smile drops, unamused. he doesn't even redact his words as you know that he means well, and as much as he's crass and crude, he is genuinely glad that the two of you are starting a little family. you reach up to press a swift kiss to his cheek as matt enters the room.

"did you guys decide on a name yet?" he asks, walking over to the two of you.

"yeah, i think we're gonna go with bernard." you say, deadly stone-faced, and you receive a death glare in response from matt, followed by a burst of laughter from your husband.

"tell me you're kidding." he says.

"of course, matthew, we are not calling our child bernard." he breathes what can only be called a sigh of relief.

"what did you pick then?"

"as of right now, we're pretty set on theodore." you tell him, running your hand over your stomach, and matt's eyebrows raise slightly in surprise.

"theodore, huh? never heard either of you mention that one before."

"yeah, we just thought of it." chris chimes in. "y/n says we can call him teddy, and i said we can call him theo, so there's plenty of nickname potential there."

"that's really cool, guys. i can't wait to meet my nephew. or niece, according to mom." matt says with a laugh. "hey, maybe it's twins and you guys just don't know yet. y'know how sometimes they can't see it on the scan? imagine if that happened to you guys. that would be insane."

matt's words make you freeze up a little. you hadn't even thought of that possibility, and while having twins would be fun, you're nervous enough for one, never mind two.

"i never even thought of that." you say with wide eyes, and matt can clearly sense the nervousness his words brought you.

"it's probably not twins, uh, they can almost always tell. you'll be fine!" he says quickly. feeling uncomfortable in the situation he created, matt awkwardly mutters out a 'sorry' and steps out of the room.

"and, babe, even if it is twins, we're gonna be amazing parents, yeah? and you're so strong so carrying those kids is gonna be light work for you, right?" chris says comfortingly. you nod, and relax again into chris' side.

you have to admit, the thought of having twins is exciting.

"yeah, it'll be fun." you say with a small smile. "we could get them little matching-but-not-matching outfits!"

"alright, sweetheart, don't get ahead of yourself, we don't even know if we're having twins yet." chris replies with a laugh.

"i know, i know. i'm just excited. and anyways, i've got another scan in a couple of weeks, so we'll know by then." he nods in response.

"imagine two mini versions of us running around." he says, secretly ecstatic at the thought of having twins.

"daisy and theo."

"fuckin' coolest duo in boston."

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this sucks ass :)

[sturnzsblog]

empty dreams and false promises 24

summary: y/n life changes and not for the best she is forced to move in with three people that she barely knows. She ends up falling for one of these strangers, but who will it be?

Warnings: mentions of death, stalking, drugs ( not actual use) and smut! this is for all parts of the story! please let me know if i missed any!

The morning light didn’t feel soft today.

It felt harsh, judgmental—like it knew exactly what I did. Like it saw me kiss Matt at that party. Like it saw me wear Chris’s hoodie after.

Like it saw the way I kissed Chris too, curled into him like he was the only person who could keep me from unraveling.

I stood in front of my mirror, trying to tame my hair and force my face into something that didn’t scream guilt. My chest was tight.

Not from shame exactly, but from confusion. From the ache of knowing I may have already broken something that meant everything to me

The house was quiet. No one knocked. No Chris with his sleepy jokes. No Matt leaning on the doorframe. Just silence.

And something told me they knew.

It started the moment I walked into school.

The whispers.

At first, I couldn’t make out what they were saying. But then I heard my name. More than once.

“She kissed both of them?”

“No way. That’s so messed up.”

“Matt and Chris? Brothers? Damn.”

I stood by my locker, pretending to search for a book I didn’t need, just so I didn’t have to face anyone. My ears burned with embarrassment, my stomach sinking. I knew something like this could happen eventually—word always spreads fast around here—but I wasn’t ready for it to hit so hard.

I closed my locker and turned the corner only to see Matt walking down the hall, his head down, earbuds in.

“Matt!” I called out, hopeful.

He didn’t even slow down.

“Matt, can we talk?” I said again, louder this time, walking a few steps after him.

He glanced at me briefly, his expression unreadable. Then he just shook his head and kept walking.

It felt like someone punched me in the chest.

Chris wasn’t much better. I passed him near the cafeteria, and he gave me a quick glance before looking away. No smirk. No teasing. Just… nothing.

And that nothing hurt more than I thought it would.

Lunch was torture. I sat with Jade, but even she noticed something was off.

“You okay?” she asked, sipping her iced tea.

I just shrugged. “I think Matt and Chris hate me.”

Jade looked confused. “What? Why would they—?”

She paused mid-sentence. Her eyes widened like she’d pieced it together. I didn’t say anything else. I couldn’t.

The drive home was completely silent. Chris was driving, Matt in the passenger seat, and I sat behind them, pressed against the window like I was trying to disappear.

No one said a word. The air was so thick with tension it was hard to breathe. I watched the rain trail down the glass, matching the rhythm of my thoughts.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to explain. I wanted to say it wasn’t what they thought. That I was confused, that it just happened, that I never meant to hurt anyone. But none of that came out.

The car ride home was dead silent. Jimmy hummed quietly in the driver’s seat. I sat in the back, between Matt and Chris, both as still and cold as stone statues.

No jokes. No music. No glances.

The silence screamed louder than any fight ever could.

But when we got home, I rushed upstairs, wanting to escape, but I didn’t make it far.

“Dinner!” Jimmy called from downstairs.

I almost pretended to be asleep just to avoid it—but I knew skipping would make it worse.

At the table, the silence continued. I kept my eyes on my plate. My fork scraped the ceramic dish as I pushed my food around.

Dinner was brutal.

We sat at the table like strangers.

Matt pushed peas around his plate. Chris cut his food in tiny pieces but didn’t eat much. I kept my eyes on my water.

Jimmy, ever the optimist, tried to break the silence. “Alright. Let’s make this less awkward. Tell me about your days.

Matt stabbed his chicken and said, “I found out that the girl I kissed at some party kissed another guy the same night.”

My throat tightened.

He looked right at me.

His eyes didn’t hold anger—just hurt.

Chris’s jaw flexed, but he didn’t say anything.

Jimmy blinked. “O…kay.”

Chris didn’t even look up. “My day was fine,” he muttered, picking at his food.

Jimmy raised a brow at the tension. “Y/N? How was yours?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but Matt beat me to it.

“She probably kissed people at school too, so I’d say great.”

The words sliced through the air like a blade. Chris suddenly stood up, his chair scraping back with a loud screech.

He didn’t say a word—just walked out of the room, jaw tight, fists clenched.

“Excuse me,” I whispered, standing from the table, my voice barely holding steady.

I ran upstairs and shut my door, pressing my back against it as I tried to stop the tears that came anyway.

I hated this.

I hated that I hurt them.

I hated myself for letting it get this far.

I curled up on my bed, pulling the blanket over me as I let the sobs come freely. My body shook as I buried my face into the pillow. The pain in my chest was unbearable. I couldn’t breathe. It felt like the world was collapsing around me.

I thought about the way Matt’s lips felt on mine at the party, the way Chris’s hoodie smelled like him when I wore it later that night. I thought about the way Chris whispered, “I’m always here for you,” and how I asked him to stay—how I kissed him, too.

And now they both looked at me like I was nothing.

I deserved it, didn’t I?

I heard the muffled sound of someone walking down the hallway, but no one knocked. No one checked on me. No one asked if I was okay.

I didn’t blame them.

Eventually, my tears slowed, but my chest still ached. I lay there for hours, curled up, silent, until sleep finally claimed me.

I didn’t dream that night.

Only silence.

😊

janae 💋

@n00dl3zzz @pip4444chris @sturnzzlovee @bernardmatthews @badbishkayleee @katiebae333 @dummyslut00 @eszt1

[mikoworks]

Ladder Metaphor in Mouthwashing

Ladders are a recurring metaphor in Mouthwashing. When ladders are mentioned or implied, it’s often within the context of “climbing the corporate ladder.” Each character has a place on the corporate ladder and acknowledges how society encourages employees to climb the ladder; to get a job, have a family, and work their way to the top. But, what’s really at the top? Climbing the corporate ladder promises employees that if they work hard, they will achieve happiness. However, this is an empty promise. Chasing what society deems valuable doesn’t bring any of the characters happiness. Here is my analysis of each character’s relationship to the corporate ladder:

Curly: Curly succeeds at doing everything society deems valuable. He climbs the corporate ladder and reaches the top. However, he realizes how meaningless his success is. Nothing is at the top of the ladder for him. His position at Pony Express isn’t what he wants. Hence Jimmy’s comment that Curly is on the “wrong ladder.” Curly’s job was meant to be a temporary stepping stone in his career. But, his fear of taking the leap to try something new keeps him in his current position (“feet in cement”).

Jimmy: Curly mentions that Jimmy struggled on Earth. Jimmy’s troubled past prevents him from climbing the ladder and succeeding. Curly refers Jimmy to Pony Express and helps him get a position as copilot, a high and undeserved position for Jimmy. A classic case of nepotism. Had Pony Express been a good company, they would have done a thorough background check on Jimmy and wouldn’t have hired him.

Anya: Based on the background information Wrong Organ provided about Anya failing to get into medical school 8 times, we can infer Anya’s career dream is to be a doctor. It’s likely she took her job at Pony Express to save money to apply to medical school again, as a job backup, or as a career stepping stone like Curly. It’s likely she doesn’t want this job, like Curly. Additionally, as a woman in a male-dominated field, Anya experiences challenges that women commonly experience in male-dominated jobs, such as sexual harassment and SA at the hands of Jimmy.

Swansea: Swansea starts out as an alcoholic with no job and no place on the corporate ladder. After he realizes how staying in this state could kill him, he gets a job, marries, and has a family. However, after all of this, he’s still unhappy. During his monologue with Jimmy, Swansea laments that his life was better when he was an alcoholic, when he wasn’t even on the ladder. Those were the “best days” of his life.

Daisuke: Daisuke, a young man (possibly a college student or a recent graduate), just started climbing the corporate ladder. His family helped him get the internship at Pony Express. Beforehand, he struggled getting a job. Daisuke is doing his best to learn, help, and do well. It’s likely he’s in this internship as a career stepping stone, like when Curly started out, so he can get a good reference from Pony Express. He’s in a low position of power as an intern, so he goes above and beyond to prove himself even if he doesn’t have the skills yet (like when he tries to fix the vent).

In conclusion, each character has a different relationship to the corporate ladder in Mouthwashing. None of them are happy climbing the ladder, nor do they find it fulfilling.

[sheeezu]

you asked for free labor and i OBLIGE! there’s nothing more i love than hearing people talk about their drs: anything simple from morning routine, to life altering moment, to happiest moment, literally anything you’d like 🎀 lol i’m a sucker for a good story

Oof I completely missed your ask.

Anyways I'm happy to share :)

I'm not sure what I could possibly share in my morning routine, it's the same as any other person's DR. Wake up, get a kiss from my SO, eat breakfast which has always been porridge, i find it more convenient, then I change into my work uniform (yes, I wear a uniform to work) and then go to work.

I think it's just better to just do a random storytime, I have a very mushy brain at the current moment so my mind is replaying a single memory so-

I was in college and my best friend (who's my SO now) forced me to go a concert with him, it was a pretty big celebrity in my reality, and so I knew there was going to be a crowd.

I was too hesitant because I didn't even know a single song from that artist, second, I didn't want to be pushed around, and the main reason was I had dinner with my dad (Btw I love him, best dad ever)

So after adjusting my schedule, I arrived at the concert with my soon-to-be SO.

All I did during the concert was stand stone faced in the middle of the crowd, we were standing pretty close to the stage. Long story short I ended up being pushed by this very eager fangirl into the stage, and ended up getting a small cut on my wrist from the edge of the stage.

I left to hopefully locate a restroom, it was a very local concert literally held at our college. So I entered the washroom and stopped my bleeding cut. After a while I thought there was no better place to find peace away from the crowd than in the restroom, meaning I got distracted and took out my phone and read world affairs for a good 20 minutes.

After a while some guy comes in, so I put the phone back and faced him, he was the singer who was performing, at this point in my life this had been my first time being this close to a celebrity, but did it mean much to me? no.

What I was more confused about what this 2 year post graduate celebrity guy just walked into the college restroom which students use, without a care of security risks.

I asked him what he was doing here, he told me that "What? Even famous people have to go."

I realised this was getting awkward, so I reworded my question, telling him that this is the restroom students use, I tried to prove my point I pointed towards an area of the wall where random swear words and suggestive drawings were made with a sharpie, only to find they had been covered with some sort of weird medical tape.

I cleared my throat, before he tells me that this is the VIP restroom he had been escorted to.

Sure enough, outside there was a paper stuck to the door and a big VIP was written on it.

Basically they converted the restroom on the campus into a VIP restroom only for one day.

And I managed to sneak in, idk there was no one guarding the restroom so that makes it even more funny.

He asked me if i wanted an autograph to which my politics clouded mind responded with a big fat blunt no.

But then I remembered it would give me some brownie points if I bring back an autograph to the guy I was trying to win over, who, at that time was a pretty decent fan of this celebrity (also, there is nothing special to this celebrity just because I haven't mentioned his name, his name was Jimmy, and he looked like jimmy Nuetron) so after a while I told him that, I, infant would like an autograph.

I had nothing on which I could get a signature on, in my pocket was just one blood socked tissue paper.

And so I got it signed.

...

I got out and like a psychopath handed over the bloody signed tissue to my soon to be SO who was more worried since he thought I got lost somewhere, since the concert ended a while ago.

...

He still has that tissue paper. It's has a sentimental value in our relationship.

[wren-kitchens]

beach river episode

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all in all, they've been making the most of the summer weather, and as the days are only getting warmer, someone suggested a beach day—well, a river day, considering their lack of a beach or a sea. it's a surprise to none of them that they all agreed eagerly. so. here jimmy is. desperately trying to avoid looking just as flustered as he is in the face of a very shirtless tango. both grian and joel have been shooting him very knowing looks for the past five minutes, and jimmy can't even blame them. void- he is truly hopeless. 

inspired by this art by @lunarcrown! tango with freckles my beloved i had to incorporate it into a fic somehow

i may make this a bit of a mini series with a couple other povs of the day because i think that's fun HFKHD

jimmy was wary when grian announced a third season of the infamous life games, considering the abysmal luck he’s had in the last two. at least in third life he had a husband before he died, but last life had him tricked and killed at every corner until his final death—unceremonious at best and downright pathetic at worst. he didn't want a repeat of that, and it seemed to be inevitable when he and tango were the first to die on the very first day.

but.. well, jimmy can’t pretend that tango hasn't been the best thing to happen to him for several years- and not to mention, for the past couple days, the june sun has been out in full force, and the whole server seems a little less bloodthirsty than usual. of course, there are no red names yet, but the games always have a vaguely murderous atmosphere even before the first person is slain by another, and opposing teams tend to be antagonistic at best. the warmth, however, has apparently brought out the best in their friends, since no one can bring themselves to make threats when they’re all in such good moods. 

it's been- really lovely, actually, as if they weren't in the games at all. pearl is still dunking herself in powdered snow, but both she and scott seem to consider it a refreshing break from the summer heat, and pearl always scoops it back up before she takes a single tick of damage. joel and etho have apparently been reenacting as many boat-based things as they can possibly think of, if what the ranchers can see from across the valley is anything to go by. the most recent one, jimmy thinks, has been the titanic. surprising literally everyone, both scar and grian and ren and bigb have been having picnics in the plains next to the valley, and none of the laughter jimmy has seen appeared to be remotely forced. 

all in all, they've been making the most of the summer weather, and as the days are only getting warmer, someone suggested a beach day—well, a river day, considering their lack of a beach or a sea. it's a surprise to none of them that they all agreed eagerly.

so. here jimmy is. desperately trying to avoid looking just as flustered as he is in the face of a very shirtless tango. both grian and joel have been shooting him very knowing looks for the past five minutes, and jimmy can't even blame them. void- he is truly hopeless. 

"jimmy!" tango grins, hair already dripping wet from when he jumped in earlier. "come here!"

jimmy is already smiling before he even makes it to tango, wading through the waist-height water, taking care to avoid stepping on any particularly sharp stones. he should have worn sandals of some kind—these things hurt. "yeah?"

"there's some sort of fossil here!" tango points at something in the riverbed, and jimmy leans over to inspect it.

it does look very similar to a fossil, an imprint of what could be some kind of small fish in a chunk of sandstone. "oh! there is!" jimmy grins, reaching down to grab it.

as jimmy stands up again, tango is eagerly awaiting the stone jimmy hands him, peering closely at it from every angle. it's cute- jimmy loves how excited he can get over such seemingly small things like this, because then he gets to watch the way tango's face lights up and his pupils expand like a cat's. man, he really got the best soulmate. 

"i think it's a cod- i- what?" tango's face flushes as he looks back up just in time to see jimmy's undoubtedly lovestruck expression.

cupping his face, jimmy tilts tango's face up ever so slightly and kisses him, feeling that delightful warmth spread through his chest as it always does when he spends time with tango. the man in question is grinning shyly as they pull away, and jimmy laughs at it, completely endeared- until he notices something. well, a lot of somethings, actually.

"do you-" jimmy moves closer, much to tango's surprise, and holds his face in both hands. yeah- that's what jimmy thought they were. "you have freckles!" he laughs in delight.

tango blinks. "i do?" he looks at his arms, and jimmy can’t believe he managed to miss them all this time—they're pretty obvious, now he sees them. though, he supposes he doesn't see tango completely shirtless in the sun all that much (which is a wonderful treat on top of an already lovely day). "oh! i do!" he grins. "must be all the sun we've been having."

jimmy wraps his arms around tango's waist and spins him around, splashing them both in the process. "my soulmate has freckles and they're so pretty." he crows.

"you- jimmy!" tango laughs, flushed pink in such a gorgeous way. seriously, is there anything this man can’t do? "you don’t need to tell the whole server-"

"impulse!" jimmy calls, and he can see tango hiding his face from the corner of his eye. impulse looks over from where he was definitely flirting with bdubs, since they’re standing about as close as two people can be, and are both rather red in the face. "tango has freckles!" 

impulse grins. "tango, you’re so handsome!" he shouts back, clearly understanding the unspoken assignment.

"you’re a dick." tango shoots back, muffled behind his palms. impulse just cackles and goes back to his flirting.

jimmy coaxes tango's hands away from his face, slowly pressing kisses across the bridge of his nose, and then his cheeks, and then forehead, until tango is just as red as bdubs is and laughing almost too much to stand upright. "are you- are you kissing my freckles?" he asks, obviously pleased about it.

"maybe." jimmy says, mid-kiss, and tango giggles delightfully. "they’re just so cute, tango! i have to do something about it." he grins, pulling back.

he’s about to say something else, but tango has kissed him before he gets the chance, and jimmy finds himself a little too flustered to regain his train of thought—not that he cares. not one bit. tango seems to read his mind, and grins before pulling him in for another warm kiss, arms around jimmy's waist and tail wrapping around his ankle in the water.

man. they should have beach days more often.

[autumnmist101]

Random Individual Hermit Head-cannons

Xisuma: Voidwalker

Keeps pictures of his favorite moments from each of the hermits' first seasons.

Void searched for Pearl and Jimmy specifically. Did this right after Grian explained his backstory and that he didn’t know if his siblings were alive.

Adopted both Mumbo and False in season two, but at separate times. They don't talk about it much though. ______________________________________________________________

VintageBeef: Cow hybrid

Makes the best deviled eggs anyone has ever tasted. ______________________________________________________________

Mumbo: Had a phase where he was a bunny hybrid (have a shpeel about it but that's too long for this post)

Would wear a fake mustache when he was too young to grow one. (The others found it adorable)

Second person to find out about Grian's backstory ______________________________________________________________

Gem: Hybrid forms: Tropical fish/sea creature, Fox, Deer, Elf

Confronted/nearly killed Scott during an Empires' meeting after hearing that he abandoned Pearl in DL.

Can't use chopsticks. Makes them shish-kabob sticks instead.

Loves ice-skating dates (platonic) with Pearl.

If she can't plays at least one T-Swift song on a road trip. Then she's the only artist the car gets to listen to when heading back home.

Protective as heck when she finds out someone's sick. (Nurse mod Gem activates)

Harder punches mean more love, and Gem is, according to many, a 'very affectionate' hermit. >:D

Twin of Fwhip, sister of Sausage. ______________________________________________________________

Bdubs: Hybrids- Bug, Glare, Horse

Can NOT have energy drink. Will be constantly building, and answering anything via screaming. Not to mention, won't be able to shreep. ______________________________________________________________

Scar: Hybrid forms: Vex and Cat.

Has a chewing necklace he loses constantly

An amazing cook despite the kitchen being on fire.

Has wheelchair and cane accessories from his friends. ie. wheelchair handle spikes from Gem, heated Star Wars themed cane handle from Grian.

Bursts into Disney songs at ANY reference he hears.

Jellie trained Katy Bee to carry a mini first aid box on her collar for Scar. ______________________________________________________________

Tango: Blaze-born

Raised by phoenixes.

Left home to be on his own. The portal he took to the overworld put him in a snow biome. Nearly froze before Zedaph found him.

Can actually hover, but usually forgets about the ability.

When needing in a tight space, will create a whisp of fire that he will then possess to fly into that space.

Cried for at least an hour whenever a Ravager died in DO2.

Freaked out when Pearl first tried to eat a red-stone torch and immediately taught her red-stone safety, as well as started using it. (Wants to be a good influence <3)

Still believes in Santa

Can play just about anything on kazoo.

Will NOT play Star Wars or Disney songs on the kazoo. ______________________________________________________________

Zedaph: Sheep hybrid.

Big Chappell Roan fan

Sunburns easily

Kicked out of a cult of lambs due to constantly calling the god they worshipped "Waiter" instead of "The one who waits".

Found Tango half frozen on a mountain. ______________________________________________________________

Impulse: Cast out from the nether realm for befriending too many humans.

Organizer of the Hermit Parent Club. Usually plans out field trips, pun offs, and when it's bring your kid to the server day.

Still has his first soup bowl of season 9.

Was standing right beside the cactus Skizz fell in when he was kicked out of heaven.

Helping Skizz out- "I'm an imp. My name's Impulse. What's your name, man?" ______________________________________________________________

Skizz: When meeting Impulse- "Mine's Skizzleman! I'm an Angel!"

Knew Impulse would be his best friend after that moment.

Can do a great Doodlebob impression

Cast out of heaven for being bad at making things. Not just alive things. All things.

The last straw for them was when he tried to make a Tasmanian devil. He did not know what a Tasmanian devil was. . . . He still does not know what a Tasmanian devil is.

When cast out was purposely thrown onto a cactus where he was found by Impulse. (They really didn't like his last creation) ______________________________________________________________

Joel: Hybrid forms- Wolf, Red Panda

Definitely NOT nervous around needles. Only babies, and Jimmy, are nervous around those.

Wears his Mazelean crown when he misses his friends in empires.

Constantly writes to Lizzie in whatever server she's on. Also keeps a small bottle of her perfume on his bedside table.

Can feel when another Life game is coming. (Sixth sense almost)

Has a dart board with Scott's face on it that he, and sometimes Pearl, use to prepare for the next games.

NOT scared of giant birds or any birds for that matter. That's for losers. And DIDN'T scream when he first saw Jimmy's canary wings. ______________________________________________________________

False: Eagle avian

Enjoys hunting rabbits/Joel in her free time.

Teases Mumbo about his crush on Hot Guy.

Has won countless rap battles

Can, in fact, smell fear ______________________________________________________________

Etho: Sings Barbie girl in the shower

Carries tools on him at all times

Keeps a Big Bro <3 bracelet from Gem in his vest pocket ______________________________________________________________

That's all for now. I have others; however, they were too long to be included in this post. I do intend to expand/story-fy a couple of these ones though, hopefully in the near future. Anyways, hope you enjoyed! <3

[badwolfrose34]

Rambles about The Doctor and Rose

So I’m starting to realize my overall perspective within the timepetals ship is not the most popular one so I want to explain my reasoning. I ship Tentoo/Rose AND I also believe that every future incarnation still thinks of her and knows that no matter what she will always have been the great love of their life.

First I’ll talk about Tentoo. I do believe he is exactly the same man as Ten. Rose did not just get a cheap clone she got the real deal. He’s just as much the Doctor as any other incarnation of the Doctor, he just happened to exist at the same time as Ten. I also believe that the Tentoo/Rose ending is the happiest most unproblematic ending possible for the two of them. The Doctor watching Rose grow old and sick while he remained young would’ve been tragic. Rose becoming immortal also would’ve been tragic. The tragedy of these alternate endings does not, to me, diminish the fact that every Doctor is in love with Rose Tyler and Rose Tyler would’ve been in love with every Doctor.

I don’t take Rose’s reaction to Ten almost fully regenerating as proof that she wouldn’t be just as in love if he did change. I take that moment as a human reaction to uncertainty and fear. As Nine, the Doctor ranted about how dodgy the process could possibly be. Let’s not forget how much pain the Doctor was in last time he regenerated. How horrifying it was to watch him be virtually comatose. I don’t think Rose thought she’d stop loving the Doctor. She promised forever, not “until you regenerate”. She was in a heightened emotional state and was thinking worst case scenarios like headless Doctor who won’t love her anymore (I’ll get to why I think that kind of thought process of him not loving her anymore might come from a triggered emotional state but isn’t actually a possible outcome of regeneration later).

Yes, Rose specifically adored Ten’s face and personality and if he had regenerated she would have grieved for it. It would’ve been a traumatic change no matter what, but like any other deep romance, it’s the soul she loved more than anything. And yes, I said triggered because I think what we know about her relationship with Jimmy Stone would’ve created abandonment issues. Which is why Rose could’ve erroneously believed regeneration would change the depth of the Doctor’s love for her. Not because it’s actually possible for a reset of one’s genetics to undo the deepest love the Doctor has felt and will ever feel.

Moving on, I don’t think it’s possible that the Doctor moved on from Rose, forgot Rose, or had the depth of his love for Rose diminish in any way. This may come from my own perspective on regeneration. The person at their core and the soul does not change. If the most significant parts of a person do not change then, the deepest truest love that individual felt could never go away just because the genetics of that person got overhauled. I think the love the Doctor felt for Rose is deep enough to be one of the things that will always be part of the Doctor. In the Novelization of “The Giggle” Fourteen reflects on how he still misses her despite knowing how well she’s doing. Yes Fourteen’s genes are probably almost the same as Ten’s but it is Fifteen who mentions her name as someone he loved. The only romantic interest he expresses love for. Besides, Wouldn’t it cheapen the moment the Doctor said Rose could spend her life with him but he’d have to live on alone, if he could ever just leave his feelings for her behind through time or regeneration?

The Doctor does try to recapture what they had with Rose to an extent but it never works and they know it never will because they know Rose is his soulmate and true love.

River feels more like something he pursues out of obligation, there never seems to be a genuine sense of love from his side at all. River knew this and said “you don’t expect the sunset to admire you back.” Yet, the Doctor’s love for Rose was so obvious he took comfort in knowing that Rose knew how he felt. He knew that she knew. It’s not that the Doctor is so beyond reach that they’re like a sunset. It’s just that their true love is Rose Tyler.

Eleven had a genuine attraction to Clara but that was over 200 years after Rose. It took that long for any attraction to anyone to form, and that attraction was part of his childhood regression persona. It seemed to go away when he regenerated to Twelve because he said “I’m not your boyfriend Clara.” Now that doesn’t prove to me that something as deep as the Doctor’s love for Rose would change via regeneration, only that a childlike crush would change. It was never anywhere near as deep as his feelings for Rose. (For any Clara fans out there I do believe the Doctor’s feelings later deepened into a strong queerplatonic bond, just not a deep romantic one).

Thirteen regenerated to look like Rose! I haven’t seen anyone mention this but she did. When the Doctor became a woman she used her true love as the blueprint. I did not see Thirteen and Yaz’s relationship fully but from what I gather, it was once again nowhere near as deep as the love the Doctor had for Rose.

Perhaps Rogue will be the deepest love the Doctor feels since Rose, but it will still never be as deep because Rose is his true love.

Yes it’s tragic for a character to live on for millenniums loving someone they can’t have, but I don’t think the Doctor is spending all that time sad they can’t have her. I think a lot of the time they draw strength from Rose’s love, even after all the time that has passed. Think back to when he said “That name keeps me fighting.”

Edit: To clarify I am not trying to imply that platonic or queerplatonic loves are less valuable than romantic. Or that the Doctor doesn’t have extremely meaningful platonic bonds throughout the show, but I am saying that the most impactful companion to him personally has been and always will be Rose. See my pinned post for more about why that is. I also think it is possible for the Doctor to fall in love again, but it just won’t be the same kind of soulmate love he had with Rose.

Edit 2: Rose’s significance goes beyond the romantic aspect—she was a transformative figure in the Doctor’s life, shaping his actions and identity in ways that are deeply personal. I fully acknowledge the importance of the Doctor’s platonic relationships, but in this post, my intention was to focus on the unique bond he shared with Rose, which I believe holds a special place in his life. Rose represents a transformative force, someone who shaped his actions and identity in ways no one else has. She is a uniquely important figure in his life. See my pinned post for a better explanation.

I chose to focus on the Doctor’s romantic relationships, not because I see romantic love as superior to platonic love, but because his most significant bond was a romantic one. As a result, the Doctor’s attempts to recapture this bond were in his later romantic relationships, but they fall short because she is his true love. It just so happens that his most meaningful connection is also a romantic one. This doesn’t mean I interpret every character this way, but it feels true for the Doctor and Rose.

[2dadsfromaz]

Platonic Prompt #46: “I love you. Yeah, for real.”

(not ship! tw for brief mention of alcohol and death but i promise this is the lightest most tooth-rotting fluff you can imagine)

He’s slouched on Impulse’s couch, ankle over his knee, and playing some kind of goofy racing game when the question springs out of him. “Hey, guess what?”

Impulse, sitting next to him, doesn’t move, except for his thumbs on the controller. “What?” he replies automatically, without taking his eyes off the tv.

“I love you.”

Impulse snorts.

“I’m serious!”

“Okay, dude.” It’s said through a chuckle.

“I’m not joking, man,” insists Skizz. “I do, and you need to know it.”

Impulse glances skeptically at the array of empty drinks and pizza-grease-stained dishes on the coffee table in front of them. “How many bottles is that exactly?”

Skizz is indignant. “I’m not drunk!”

Impulse squares his shoulders, and as he gets situated, he says lightly under his breath, “That sounds like what a drunk person would say.”

“I am not. I am stone cold sobe—well.” Skizz pauses, takes stock, and amends his statement. “I might be a little bit buzzed. But I’m dead serious, dude!” he insists as Impulse starts to laugh.

“Okay, Skizz, okay.”

“Are you gonna say it back?”

Impulse is quiet for a long moment. The only sound, aside from the tv, are his thumbs flicking on the controller. “I’m…still trying to figure out if there’s a catch to this,” he says slowly.

“There’s not a—!” Skizz exhales hard through his nose, like a snorting bull. Some gear is beginning to shift in his mind, and then it hits the accelerator. “Look, this is the problem. This is the problem, dude. We only say ‘I love you’ when it’s a joke, and that makes it sound like this whole thing is a joke, and it’s not.”

Impulse’s eyes are still on the tv—they’re in the middle of a race, after all—but Skizz can tell by the tone of his voice that something in his demeanor has changed. “Okay,” he says, slowly, as if he’s processing what Skizz is saying.

So he continues. “I love you, dude. I do. I have for a long time. And I’m not planning on it anytime soon, but I don’t wanna be up at the pearly gates just wishin’ I’d told my best buddy in the world that I care about him.”

When Impulse speaks, his voice is light with humor, but there’s a dead serious undertone to it. “You’re not allowed to die on me.”

”No, exactly, that’s what I’m saying.”

Impulse chuckles softly. “Yeah.”

There’s a pause.

Then Skizz asks, “So are you gonna say it back?”

Impulse hesitates for just a bit too long. “I—”

“You don’t have to. Well, you kinda have to.” Skizz can feel himself starting to grin. “I really put you in a bind here, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you did!” Impulse explodes, his voice high with annoyance, but Skizz can tell that it’s an act and he just starts to laugh. “‘Cause now if I don’t say it back, I’m gonna be the one who’s a jerk!”

Skizz laughs even harder until it rises into a hoot, and Impulse—for all his feigned displeasure—eventually can’t keep it together for long enough and joins in.

(It’s that high giggle that he gets when he’s trying and failing not to laugh. It’s adorable.)

As the fit peters out, Skizz sighs, and his voice drops down to its normal register. “Seriously, dude, you don’t have to. I just had to get it off my chest.”

”No, no, you make a good point.” Impulse settles back on the couch, controller clicking, and he’s once again at ease. “We need to say it more often. I mean, imagine if we never told our wives that we love them.”

Skizz chuckles. “Oh, dude, I know, right?” As much as he loves every second he gets with Kevin Bubbles Malone Refrigerator Jimmy Madeye Dugan, he’d rather not sleep in his doghouse.

Impulse is still talking. “Or our kids?” he says. “I feel like it’s almost worse with kids. ‘Cause you have this opportunity to…” He gestures vaguely in the air with one hand. “To shape how they see themselves as people, as an individual person, and…man, if being loved isn’t a part of that, that can really mess someone up. For life, maybe.”

Skizz nods. “I totally agree, dude. And that’s the thing. You say it, you speak it into existence, in a way. Friendship isn’t different, dude. It’s the same.” He shakes his head for emphasis. “It’s just the same.”

Impulse’s voice is soft. “Yeah.”

Then, in his periphery, Skizz watches him sit up a little straighter, and he clears his throat. “So you know what I’m ‘speaking into existence’?” he says, with joking grandiosity, as if he’s making a show out of it.

Skizz chuckles. “What?”

“That I love you.” It’s said with a glance over at him, and a little smile, and a twinkle in those warm brown eyes.

Skizz throws his arms in the air, controller and all, and celebrates. “Eyyy! There it is!”

Impulse starts to laugh. In the corner of his eye, Skizz can see that he’s clearly a shade pinker than he was a moment ago, but he’s happy. Good. This was good.

They melt back into the rhythm of the game, sitting together in comfortable, easy-going silence, until Skizz deadpans:

“Will you still love me if I run you off the course right now?”

Impulse doesn’t miss a beat. “No.”

A/N: I guess this is my first Real Person Fic?? Idk. It kinda floats in this weird space of “half-youtube-persona/half-real-person because I’m fully aware that I don't know these people IRL but based on the way they present themselves online (and especially in the podcast) this is how I can imagine this conversation going down”. Which I guess is the definition of RPF but it still feels gross to say 😂 I’m gonna call this a dialogue test to see if I can get a handle on their cadence and just leave it at that lol

Anyway yes I wrote the “long list of my favorite platonic prompts” on my (now long dead) main blog a DINOSAUR’S AGE ago and now I am using it as inspiration for my own fic. The ciiiircle of liiiiife~

[adrian-sheppy]

Helou... I was wondering if you could perhaps share a list of all the series for the mindverse? I've been looking thru your art because I want to watch them all but there's some I can't identify (Jimmy calhoun, heather) I want to make sure I'm not missing anything, since you're the expert thought I'd ask lol

before I give u a list of the main series, , here's where heather and jimmy come from:

heather is from Freeman's Mind! She's mentioned in episode 36 so she's a side character like eddie, cousin jesse, college roomate jessie, ted, ramirez, kate, james who was ish's lab (life) partner, lauren whos mentioned like 3 times, C.J., harry, others who ive probably forgotton.... She's "stone cold" according to gordon, and gordon brings her up after waking up ina trash compactor so shes the type of person to drag his limp body and throw him in there. which is based of her.

Jimmy calhoun is my friend's (@blushft) oc. he's a buttermind """fankid""" but dont worry; he was an accident, he was unwanted, hes full of teenaege angst, he has gordon and barneys worst qualities, he wants gordon (absent father) to be publicly executed , and barney did not teach him how to read, but! he does have some redeeming qualities, like he does know what the word beer looks like, hes alyx's buddy, and he eats dirt. . FELIX has a "canon" fan kid though(jacob!) but ive yet to find where to watch his series... CURSE of lost media!!!!!!!!!!

OK! with that clarified, here's the main mindverse crew:

Gordon

Barney

Adrian

Mike and Dave (not technically Mind series but they exist in the same universe due to Freemans mind 2 episode 7)

Stark

Chell

Felix (youy can also watch via @felixs-mind)

Arlen

Ryan

Freeman-ish (Lovingly dubbed Ish. she's like if gordon was an egg. and also worse.)

Gina

I would say to look at the wiki(s) for more info but the wikis are kind of mid. (however there are some that i didnt list that are located on there if you want more minds!) maybe i should make my own on my website or something......one of the wikis has this warning which is so peak heheheh

i hope that was helpful :D

[dykedvonte]

Jimmy’s favorite pokemon being Mega Rayquaza is so funny to me bc i HATE that pkmn with a passion. Like the design and lore is cool but have you ever battled one of those things? Or like, someone who would use that thing? You don’t get ANY chance in that fight if you have like, an average team. And i use a lot of fairy types so you think it’d be a bit more free but noooo

Smogon had to create its own tier for Rayquaza bc it was so overpowered, it doesn’t even need a stone to mega evolve

Wrong Organ knows what they’re doing (is this the new ‘Bravo, Vince’?)

I think its telling that he just like picked a super well known, overpowered pokemon.

Like at the end of the day, Jimmy is power hungry, he likes to and needs to feel in charge of something in someway. Even if not direct authority, he likes having power. He picks a leader Pokémon but he wouldn’t be able to handle or really have in a way that felt good to him. It’s too much responsibility and power. It’s cliche but he’d really be a Mimikyu story-wise and his whole deal with Curly. I think it’s good that it’s a bit cliche because Jimmy thinks he’d be anything but.

I think it's interesting that Curly picked the most well known pokemon but the safest. It's such a basic answer, he could like pikachu for so many little reasons but the honest one is because it's likely the most familiar to him. Pikachu is strong but not overpowered, due to being the main character he wins a lot but its not necessarily cause he's stronger but because he trains and works for it. It's an easy thing to overlook and blame main character syndrome on, but in that it reflects on how Curly is vs how he is regulary percieved, mostly by Jimmy. Not to mention how there are times Pikachu has been depicted conflicted about never evolving which is a whole mother can of wants when applied to Curly…

With the others I think it’s so important that Anya is a Glaceon. The most important fact is that it’s an ice Pokémon and what’s one of the few types a Rayquaza is weak to? She’s always Jimmy’s biggest concern even in what their interests represent.

[longwuzhere]

My Adventures with Superman Season 2 Easter Eggs

Welcome back everyone! Here we are season 2 of My Adventures with Superman! What a fantastic first two episodes and as usual they're full of fun Easter eggs which I will point out and explain to those who aren't familiar so you can be in the know with the comics book readers! My Easter eggs lists for season 1 is here if you haven't seen it!

My season 2 episode 2 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 3 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My season 2 episode 4 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 5 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 6 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 7 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My season 2 episode 8 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 9 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 10 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here

Spoilers if you haven't seen the episode

Starting things off MAwS's Season 2 episode 1 title is a reference to Shakesspeare's Hamlet where Hamlet is speaking to Horatio and says this line about how you gotta see it to believe it essentially. In my opinion in terms of the show I read it as we and the MAwS cast are gonna be seeing a lot of wilder things in space and on Earth.

After the title we see Jimmy flaunting his wealth around giving the Daily Planet employees Valentines day cards after selling his social media site Flamebird to the Planet. Clark gets one and talks about his planned date with Lois and Cat Grant interrupts him saying that date is such a bore. I explained Flamebird here and talked about Cat Grant here.

After, Perry White enters the scene complaining how Vicki Vale of the Gotham Gazette is always one step ahead of the Planet reporting on huge news. I talked about Vicki Vale here.

Lois, after waking up from a nap, mentions to Perry about a weird meteorite that landed in the Antarctic. She names drops her STAR Labs friend Hank. Later when the gang meet we learn that he's married. From those clues we can conclude this is Hank Henshaw.

Hank Henshaw in the comics makes his first appearance as an astronaut in Adventures of Superman #465 (1990) [W&P: Dan Jurgens, I: Art Thibert, C: Glenn Whitmore L: Albert DeGuzman]. He and his crew meet their unfortunate fates in the next issue as each crew member is hit with radiation in space causing their bodies to change. One member is turned to stone and gravel and bits from the wreckage of the ship when it crashed back to Earth, another's body turns to radiation, Terri, Hank's wife later learns that her body is phasing into a different dimension. She's saved but Hank 's body later decays rapidly. Doesn't all this sound Fantastically Four-miliar?

Hank Henshaw would later return in the Reign of the Supermen storyline as Cyborg Superman after Clark's death at the hands of Doomsday in Adventures of Superman #500 (1993) [W&P: Dan Jurgens, I: Doug Hazelwood, C: Glenn Whitmore, L: John Costanza]. How Hank returned and got this wild mechanical Superman body I wont say but I do recommend reading Adventures of Superman #466-468, the Death of Superman, A World Without Superman, and the Reign of the Supermen story arcs to find out. Will this also happen to Hank in MAwS? Who knows? Only time will tell

Lois name drops the DC universe's most famous laboratory and research center, S.T.A.R. Labs. You may have first heard about it from the CW DC shows. S.T.A.R Labs conducts a variety of experiments from space travel to technology and they usually are the superheroes' go-to when it comes to lab analysis. The research center makes it's first appearance in Superman #246 (1971) [W: Len Wein, P: Curt Swan, I: Murphy Anderson] where Superman scoops up some plankton and algae for them in the panel.

Jimmy in the scene before they meet Hank name drops Amazo Tech. I talked more about the company and the former CEO here.

As the MawS trio go to Antartica to check out the meteorite, which turns out to be a Kryptonian spaceship, Clark has another meeting with his father who tells him "oh yeah you have a cousin that my brother Zor-El launched to space to be safe cuz of the Kryptonian bullshittery we did" (I'll explain that later). Anyways Kara!

Kara Zor-El makes her first appearance in Action Comics #252 (1959) [Cover Art by Curt Swan and Al Plastino] where like her cousin was sent to space in a rocket ship to save herself after her part of Krypton was miraculously remained intact but meteors destroyed the lead shielding that Zor-El made to protect his people from the Kryptonite that was still present on their part of Krypton. Zor-El and his wife, Alura In-Zee, (she gets named much later) also made their first appearances in the same comic as Supergirl's debut. Kara has died in Crisis on Infinite Earths, had others taken up that mantle until her reappearance in Superman/Batman #8 (2004), and since then has made a name for herself in the pop culture zeitgeist with her appearances in the DCAU, my first introduction to her, the animated movies, her CW show, and in the movies! I highly recommend checking out Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow. Its got a killer story by Tom King and BEAUTIFUL ART by Bilquis Evely and Mat Lopes!

Jor-El tells Clark about the Kryptonians getting their ass handed to them by lasers going in sharp angles you know "oh shit you do not fuck with Darkseid!"

Darkseid, created by the legendary comic artist Jack Kirby, is the ultimate evil in the DC universe and makes his first appearance in the comics in Superman's Pal Jimmy Olsen #134 (1970) [W&P: Jack Kirby, I: Vince Coletta]. Darkseid is everything that Jack Kirby hated about fascism rolled into one character. He's after the Anti-Life Equation, the ultimate formula that will break all of free will and force everyone to bow down to Darkseid's will. He's often seen fighting the New Gods, Justice League, or even Superman solo. The angled laser comes from Darkseid's Omega Beams where he shoots it out from his eyes and they will follow you until it hits their target bending around anything and anyone to get to you as seen here in this cover of Justice League #23.1: Darkseid (2013) by Ivan Reis, Joe Prado, and Alex Sinclair):

Based on that tiny bit of teasing in that scene I cant wait for the MAwS crew introduce him. Also shout out to the them for including the little Kirby crackles when the Kryptonian's got vaporized that was a nice bit of detail to honor Jack Kirby's most famous drawing technique!

As Jor-El and Clark have some catching up to do, Lois and Jimmy are attack by the robots in the ship and you might recognize the symbol on them as the symbol of Brainiac. I talked more about him here also that one Kryptonian from the finale of season 1 shows up again at the end of the episode. No confirmation on if its Zod or not but there is a good chance its Zod imo at least.

As our heroes encounter Task Force X (I talked more about them and Amanda Waller here), Amanda Waller is talking to one of her new super soldiers, Damage who we see can grow into a hulking size. This is a reference to...

Ethan Avery, aka Damage from the New Age of Heroes initiative from DC post-Dark Nights Metal where his first appearance was in Dark Nights Metal: The Casting #1 (2017). Ethan was a former soldier in the US Army who volunteered for the Damage program and was given the serum to turn him into the giant Hulk pastiche we see here on the textless cover of Damage #7 (2018) by Tony S. Daniel, Danny Miki, and Tomeu Morey. As Damage, Ethan was not able to control his actions for one hour and would go on a rampage against militant groups for US Army missions. Here in MAwS, we can see some of Damage's comic design be invoked in the cartoon with the giant hulking body MAwS has, the dark arms, and pants. very subtle but it works.

As the chaos from the fight subsides, we see the former spaceship transform itself and the surrounding ice into this crystalline superstructure and what famous isolated fortress looking building in the Antarctic in Superman lore does that bring to mind? THE FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE!

The Fortress of Solitude that pop culture knows made its first appearance in Action Comics #241 (1958) [Cover art by Curt Swan and Stan Kaye]. Superman in the Golden Age had a "Secret Sanctuary" in the outskirts of Metropolis on a mountain top in Superman #17 (1942), but it wasn't until the 1950s where the Fortress of Solitude was relocated to the Arctic which is shown here. The location gets changed again to the Antarctic post-Crisis on Infinite Earths. Superman would have other Fortresses of Solitude in other locations like the Bermuda Triangle, which is the latest or the Arctic again. Superman would usually keep things pertaining to his Kryptonian culture in the fortress like the Phantom Zone Projector or the bottled city of Kandor. Based on what we're seeing in MAwS it seems like they'll be setting this up as a new place for Clark to get in touch with his Kryptonian heritage.

What a fun first episode! Can't wait to see what the future episodes will have! So excited to return to My Adventures with Superman! My season 2 episode 2 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 3 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman comic issue 1 post is here

My season 2 episode 4 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 5 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 6 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 7 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 2 post is here

My season 2 episode 8 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 9 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My season 2 episode 10 Easter eggs and references in My Adventures with Superman post is here

My Easter eggs and references for My Adventures with Superman comic issue 3 post is here and if you missed it my Season 1 Easter eggs list is here

[ronearoundblindly]

If you decide to do who would Wednesdays here's a prompt, if not you can leave it or use it randomly:

Who would be perfectly polite, cause chaos or tell off your boss/ colleague you hate at your companies Christmas party?

Yes, I made the graphic special for the holiday. It's adorable. Sue me.

LET'S GET READY TO CRUMBLE!!!

Warnings: slight spice and one mention of a sex act...

Perfectly Polite:

Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Jimmy Dobyne, Steve Rogers, James Mace

These boys are all straight shooters for holiday party behavior. Show up. Be smiling and kind. Listen. Make you look good. None of them have a bad time but they aren't necessarily trying to have fun. That's not the point of their presence. All of them know enough about the others from your stories that they can keep up chit chat, ask all the right small talk questions. There's very few coworkers they genuinely like/want to know, but each of these men plays it cool to keep the party moving. They don't want to draw attention to themselves at your expense. Classic boyfriend vibes only.

Agents of Chaos:

Jake Jensen, Johnny Storm, Lloyd Hansen, and Ransom Drysdale

Jake and Johnny join you at these stupid parties to have fun. They love to be goofy and try all the foods and get the juicy gossip out of your tipsy coworkers. If there are kids at the party, Jake 100% gets distracted by what games they're playing on their iPads and phones. Johnny is all over that karaoke machine.

Lloyd steals several small things off people's desks, cops a bunch of feels of your ass and chest juuuuust before someone's looking, and brings you too many drinks. He's gunning for a blowjob in the car BEFORE you two even drive out of the parking lot. Ransom drinks a bit much, loudly praises how great you look in the outfit he picked out, and also loudly critiques the appearance of your coworkers.

Intense Protectors:

*Andy, *Lloyd, Curtis Everett, and Bucky Barnes

Are you surprised the lawyer would stick around to argue? Andy will be perfectly polite until pushed too far. He can only handle so many back-handed compliments and passive aggressive jokes before he snaps into protector mode. Other Polites (Ari, Jimmy, Steve, and Mace) are more inclined to ignore this behavior or simply leave if it begins to sour your good time. Andy will go for the throat, however, if someone tries to joke or critique at your expense.

Similarly, Lloyd may not give a shit about your coworkers overall, but he will not tolerate embarrassment-by-proxy. No one speaks to you disrespectfully except him.

Curtis doesn't do mingling well; he's more the bodyguard/bouncer type at parties. I don't imagine Curtis being very comfortable drunk around strangers, so unless you hang out with a lot of coworkers outside the office, he's stone-cold sober and broody to boot. He is (aside from Lloyd actually snapping) the most likely to make a scene with your bad boss. Curtis is more incline to punch someone right in the moment whereas Lloyd will plot to take care of that fucker in private...so he can prolong the enjoyment.

Bucky will make a very small effort with people you barely know (vs. be extra sure to know people you like), but if there's someone you do not like or get along with or has been taking advantage of your work ethic, he is going to give them a piece of his mind.

Thank you for asking, and Happy Holidays!

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