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goldenhour-goldenboy · 5 years

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Are you up for headcanons of how Benny would apologize after being an oblivious, insufferable, dick, over something stupid? I'm totally projecting because my own personal idiot was an oblivious, insufferable, dick, over something stupid this morning.

My love I’m so sorry this took so long but I’ve finally finished it!! Hope this comes close to what you had in mind (and I also hope that anything in your life is resolved by now!!

Fighting with Benny

You and Benny fighting is incredibly draining. Both of you hate it immensely and can’t stand it, therefore you try to avoid it as much as possible but life happens and you’re only human.

Sometimes you fail though, emotions running high when they are being provoked, sometimes without a reason at all, the frustration of the week just adding up and hitting the other when least expected.

Those are ugly fights, neither of you wanting to apologize first, both feeling like they’ve being wronged here, really. It’s usually about something trivial, one of you leaving their shoes in the hallway again or feeling like they’re the only one doing chores around the house, about one leaving too many shampoo bottles in the shower or leaving the couch in an absolute mess of pillows and blankets, also again.

Sometimes you are the one being stressed, not wanting to admit that you’re having too much on your plate at the moment and Benny asking about you how you’re dealing with it only makes you feel more incompetent and dumb, so instead of answering his question you give back a snarky comment which leads to him being irritated and giving back some kind of short remark and you go downhill from there.

Sometimes it’s him. Benny is usually very straight forward about his feelings and likes to share what’s going on inside of his brain but there are times where he it’s more a feeling than a thought, that just eats away at him slowly. He’s more reserved then, avoiding you all week and cutting conversations shorter than they need to be, which makes you feel shut out of whatever he’s dealing with. He tries to keep himself busy then, going on a run or to the gym more often, not realizing that this is actually making things worse as he’s isolating himself more and more from you. The combination of adrenaline from his workout mixing in with an issue he’s been avoiding for a week now tends to explode and it does so often at the most inconvenient time.

Benny is also someone who can get passive aggressive really fast, picking on things that he normally doesn’t mind that much and it suddenly seems that everything you do annoys him to bits. He knows he’s being irritating then and he knows that you are only trying your best and don’t deserve him being rude to you but part of him also doesn’t care at the moment. It’s a horrible time when he’s like this, you avoiding him more as the week progresses and the time you actually spent together is usually ruined by him leaving yet another rude comment about something.

Most of the time you understand why he’s acting the way he does but it still this doesn’t excuse his behavior. Usually both of you try to resolve any issues you have in your relationship as fast as possible but it’s way easier when it is something big and prominent.

It’s at least half a day later when both of you calmed down enough to gather your thoughts and realized that yelling won’t get you anywhere that you meet, bound to run into each other in the small apartment at some point. Sometime’s it’s the kitchen, one of you getting hungry and the other one trailing in behind slowly. Depending on the matter you will either talk about it then or, if it’s still too early, give it another go before you go to bed, resulting in a long talk in the bathroom. One usually ends up sitting on the bathtub, one leaning against the counter, both of you shuffling around a bit before you start to talk, calmly now and most of the time you carry the conversation to bed.

This is not about finding a solution right away, more that you are listening to each other and inevitably signaling „I am here, we will get through this together and get this figured out“. This leads to you two usually not going to bed alone and/or angry most of the time, which is very important to both of you.

There are also the big fights, about opinions and morales, fights that dive deep into both of your personalities and bring out the very concept of what you believe is right or wrong. There’s usually a lot of swearing, sometimes raising the voice because emotions get the best of both of you and you’re trying to get your point across. They’re longer, seemingly continuing forever and the toughest one’s on your relationship, really.

Those fights don’t happen that often but when they do, they hit hard. Usually they’re trigged by an event that has you discussing your side and making points for your point of view, trying to get the other to understand and not really grasping as to how they can view it differently than you. You try to listen, though, but usually your debates are bound to run high again and again at some point, leaving you parting for an unknown amount of time because you know that you can’t convince the other one and you both need a little time to cool off before you start to say things that you might desperately regret later.

The following days are even worse, the discussion is still lingering in the air, leaving you both more quiet and reserved than before and avoiding to talk about anything that could cause another argument. It takes some time to come to terms with the realization that this can’t go on forever and that you eventually have to talk to each other again. In the end you’re only left with the option to accept your unshared opinions on the topic and try to respect each other different point of views.

Then there are the arguments that can hardly be considered fights at all, both of you usually just nagging at each other about the other’s persons habits and ticks, accompanied with the feeling of wanting to strangle the other person. You’re basically getting onto each other’s nerves then and whatever it is that has left you both feeling like miserable little children pouting around, is usually forgotten a couple of hours later.

Sometimes one does bring it up again but it is in a playful manner this time, that leave’s the other person groaning and more than often ends with clothes thrown on the floor and the playful wrestling turning into something just as exciting.

Fighting happens more often when a difficult fight is coming up for Benny, too. You’ve recognized the pattern by now and learned that asking about it only makes it worse so you try to let him be as much as possible but living with him doesn’t grant you the opportunity ignore him completely and you’re bound to have a conversation about something at some point. It doesn’t really matter what the topic is then, even if it’s just smalltalk, he bursts almost immediately and you are left with more hurt than you’d thought you’d get that night.

You go to bed alone then, his side empty and you have to fall asleep without his arm around your waist and his deep breaths calming you down. He’s out that night, first for a run to clear his head and then, when running doesn’t seem to do anything, in a diner, turning around a half emptied cup of coffee. He dreads going home, doesn’t want to yet, with his emotions all over the place, doesn’t want to risk another outburst he didn’t plan for and make things worse instead of fixing them. He feels absolutely awful in that moment, ashamed about his words and lashing out on you and now hiding out in a run down diner instead of talking it through with you like he’s used to. This time is different though, nothing of this has anything to do with you and the guilt eats away inside of him, furthering the idea to hide out here until … what? That’s actually a question he hasn’t figured out yet but as the sun is starting to color the clouds a light pink color he sighs, still frustrated about the whole situation but tired and so done with this godawful coffee he doesn’t even enjoy. His back hurts from sitting in the uncomfortable booth all night and he can’t stop thinking about you in bed alone, so he gets up, pays way too much and starts to make his way home

You haven’t slept much yourself, tossing and turning all night. Your thoughts wander around in your head, not that you’re worried too much about Bent out at night but about the situation being left unfinished. You’re confident in your relationship and he’s a retired army ranger, he can take care of himself his literal outburst is something that obviously doesn’t sit right with you. Both of you work so well because you like to be honest with one another and trust each other, so you don’t have to know every little thing he does but this is clearly something that has been bothering him for much longer and you wonder why it is that he doesn’t want to talk to you. It has been prominent in the last couple of days that something’s wrong with him. While you’re very sure that his outburst wasn’t fair or your fault it doesn’t take away your worry. And while you’re left alone with all the possibilities for a reason for this, your thoughts become darker and worsen as the night progresses.

Your anger has long faded as you watch the first soft beams of sunlight crawl through your curtain, eyes dropping and ready to finally fall asleep as you hear the door open. Sitting yourself up and waiting attentively, you listen to the familiar sound of shoes being kicked off in the hallway and keys being carefully placed in a bowl before you hear footsteps approaching. You lean yourself against the headboard and watch Benny appear in the half opened door, trying to make his way into your bedroom quietly. He stops in his tracks as your eyes meet and he realizes you’re awake. „Thought you’d be asleep.“, he murmurs. His voice is low, small even, fitting in the early morning bedroom that would’ve seemed peaceful if it weren’t for you two staring uncertain at each other. „You should’ve known better.“ You can’t help but scoff, arms crossed and looking away as you speak. It’s not like you mean to sound so picky but you can’t help it. You’re still immensely hurt, his words from earlier ringing faintly in your head and he frowns, knowing that he deserves this if he’s being honest. He sighs then, not because of you but because of himself and steps into the room, sitting down and the end of the bed. „Yeah, should’ve known better a lot of things.“

Both of you are incredibly tired at this point, Benny rubbing his hands across his face and you try to stifle a yawn, bags prominent under your eyes. You move down a bit and settled yourself more comfortably on your pillows, him eyeing you carefully before stretching out his hand and grabbing yours, that lies on top of the sheets. He fumbles with your fingers for a bit, searching for the right words that just won’t seem to come. „I know you didn’t deserve any of this. I’m.. - so sorry I treated you this way, I know exactly how much I’ve hurt you.“ He stops to look at you and you finally glance back at him, letting him continue. „It’s not fair and I’ve been a complete dick, I know that. There’s really nothing to say that will excuse this so I just want you to know that if I could take it back, I would. In a heartbeat.“ He picks his words carefully and you get the impression he thought about this in his head over and over again, so you squeeze his hand back and lace your fingers with his. „You’ve been a dick.“ you answer and he nods, agreeing with you, and lifts your hands up to press a kiss to the back of your hand. „I know. I hate myself for it.“ You’re both silent afterwards, before he slowly scoots closer to you and lays down on his side, you inching closer until you’re facing each other. „Do you wanna talk about it?“ He thinks about it for a moment but shakes is head and you accept that, because even if you burn to know more you trust that he will come to you when he’s ready. „Not right now, no. I honestly want to hold you for a bit and feel less shitty.“You smile, a soft and tired one but a smile nonetheless and scoot closer to him. “Won’t help you ‘bout feeling shitty but I wouldn’t mind being held right now.”

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heroesarelife · 6 years

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I returned to ask something of my beloved Togata Mirio, in the case he make a request for courtship the girl he likes very much (I accept to be his future wife too, oh lord), thank you and sorry for the english so bad.. :c ♥

Hey mate I didn’t proof read this so forgive me for any odd mistakes and whatnot.

Also, please remember to specify if you want headcanons or scenarios, otherwise I will tend to choose freely and I generally default into hcs.

Word count: 2k+

Warning: Some second hand embarrassment.

Mirio was, for as long as he could remember, single-mindedlyfocused. He had wanted to be a hero since he was a toddler. He could all but recallthe endless summer days, when he and Tamaki would play, pretending to be wellknown heroes. Saving each other in turns, chasing seagulls away as if they werevillains - which worked very well, since the seagulls would usually fight backand he would somehow need to defend his friend from them. In fact, that’s oneof the ways he learned how to control his quirk; provoking the territorialbirds and then proceeding to activate it whenever they attacked, satisfied whenthey would fly right through him, shrieking in angry dismay. Of course, hewould sometimes time it wrong and instead be the target of the bird’s fury. Reasonwhy he would claim, for whomever bothered to hear, that they were the devil’sspawns. And he had the scars to prove it.

And that was only one instance of his determination. He hadneeded to be that way, with his quirk being as it was, and the generaldisbelief and scrutiny the world threw at him regarding his dream. And yet, henever gave up. Plunging through challenges and against all odds, training hisbody and mind mercilessly until he had unwavering control over his abilities.

That is, until now.

She was from the class next door, and had been inadvertentlysending most of Mirio’s days in disarray by simply existing. And did soeffortlessly, with no realisation whatsoever of the devastating effects she hadon him.

Crossing past her on the hallway became a complicated heart-flutteringordeal. Observing her from afar turned into a daily habit. The simplest ofhair-throws, the smallest of smiles, would send whatever he was holding rightthrough his hand and into a splattering mess on the ground. A sudden cross ofeyes and he would promptly find himself two floors below.

One for whom confidence came as naturally as air to thelungs, Mirio was the most confused by his own nerves. Even when he tried totalk to the girl, he ended up derailing into a verbal avalanche, that made aslittle sense to him as it did to her, leaving both devastatingly confused,although it seemed to entertain Nejire to no end, if her unveiled snickering wasanything to judge by.

“Our Mirio is in love!” She teased pleasantly, after he madehis now all too common walk of defeat back to his group of friends.

“Do you think she noticed?” He asked, smiling as to mask the dread the sheer thought caused him.

“I think the whole school knows at this point.” Nejireanswered, almost distractedly. Then joined her hands together, like struck by asudden thought, a playful smile lighting up her features: “There’s even a pollgoing around. But don’t worry, we are team Mirio!” She added, as if thatsettled any issues he might have, nudging Tamaki with her elbow.

Mirio left his head hang in defeat, wishing fiercely hecould go back to simpler times when all he worried about was to become a heroand defeat villains. When it was all about training his quirk. Thinking back,maybe seagulls weren’t all that bad, after all. He would choose the demon spawnsand a beating over this whole mess. Any day, any time.

“That’s it!” He slammed his fist against his palm invictory. “She’s like the seagulls!” he declared triumphantly. Seeminglyrecovered to his traditional excited demeanour, he walked off hurriedly,restless under the fuel of his idea. He understood now; this was training aswell, and he had to face it like a challenge. He had to win her heart.

“Oh. She does sound a bit like a bird, I guess.” He heardNejire say behind him in placid agreement, not sounding the least confused.

—–

The next day, Mirio was ready. Armed with a messy chimeramade of varied internet tips – the ones he managed to make any sense of. Groomedand set into pretending his insides weren’t all mush and rattled nerves, hemarched into his UA designated building with all the airs of a man on amission. Before he could change his mind, he beelined towards the lockers wherehe knew he would find her, now that he had most of her schedule internalizeddown to the second.

There she was, organizing her locker absent-mindedly as shechatted to a friend. He swallowed dry, suddenly realizing how little his memorymade her justice. She seemed to sparkle along with the sunlight, all her beinglight and ease in her own existence, and he wondered if that was some sort ofmagic or if he was really just that hopeless. He hesitated, almost turning andcalling it a day. But he had made a decision, and he would follow through withit for all he was worth.

And so he did, approaching and placing his elbow against thewooden structure, supporting his head and weight with it. She had her back tohim, but the aspiring hero hadn’t planned as far as what to say, wanting atfirst to be, well, noticed. Preferably looking cool. Yes, that would do.

He stood awkwardly locked in the position, the confidentsmile frozen in his face almost as if painted in place. After an absoluteeternity – or one minute and fifty-three seconds, but who was counting? – herfriend poked her shyly, pointing towards him. She was going to notice him, andhis insides froze up and burned in a superb dichotomy that perfectly mirroredthe jumbled state of his own thoughts.

“Hello!” He said, louder and more mechanically than heintended. “Isn’t this a—” She turned to look at him and their eyes met. That’sall it took, really. There he went, across the lockers and the ground, fallingbutt first against the concrete floor one story below, leaving behind hisclothes and a great chunk of his dignity, no doubt. Luckily, Tamaki broughtthem both back to him a couple of minutes later.

Not a man to be intimidated and give up on first struggle –after all, how long did it take for him to face off the seagulls properly? –,Mirio pushed forward. The following days went by as smoothly as a messy andunplanned laboratory experiment could go, and usually bored the results onewould expect of such disasters. Each and every single day he tried a differentapproach, a different plan, one more miraculous than the other. He triedeverything the internet and his imagination had to offer. Showing his skillsin the hopes of dazzling her, making himself a constant presence in her orbit, chocolates,flowers, the list of actions went on. Some of which didn’t end in outrightcatastrophe; a plus considering his growing track record.

At the end of the month Mirio found himself no closer to hisobjective, hopelessly out of ideas, and seemingly defeated. He stopped trying,to the chock of half the school. Instead he walked around a bit hunched over,uncharacteristically gloomy, proceeding with what was needed of him with adistant, disconnected energy. Nejire and Tamaki tried to cheer him up, in verydifferent and characteristic ways, but he only payed them half a mind. Hethought, maybe people around were right and he should just give up.

It was one of those days, when he was walking back home inthe company of his sulking, that their paths crossed. Not on a forced, overthe top, based on careful planning, manner. But as simple as him raising hishead for a second, and the person who consumed all his thoughts was right infront of him, like a gift.

His heart squeezed in a confused mix of happiness and sorrowthat he couldn’t quite describe, let alone name, but that had become a constantpresence whenever he would see her. Part of him thought that maybe this was themoment to give his last try, and if it didn’t work… But his thoughts stoppedmidtrack, given pause by his other, more observant, part.

Because for the first time in a long while he paid attentionto her and not to his thoughts and plans. And he saw a reflection of his ownsaddened state on the lines of her shoulders; as if she was bending towards herself,trapped in her own thoughts, head cast down.

Insecurities forgotten to give place for goodhearted worry, hisbody acted on its own accord and he approaches quietly, sitting down on the parkbench beside her. She noticed, but didn’t raise her head. All thingsconsidered, that was a good thing, since his quirk had developed thehabit of acting out whenever she looked at him.

“Hey. Are you alright?” He asked haltingly.

She nodded, not startled at his presence. “Yes. I just had abad day at training. That’s all.” She sighed, and as she did the world answeredin tune, a gentle breeze reaching them both, brushing the loose hair strandssoftly. At that she raised her face, looking straight ahead, a slight smilecurving her lips; welcoming the gift. She looked beautiful and he thought,painfully, that he couldn’t give up, after all. It wasn’t in him. “I just feellike I try and try and I’m still behind everybody else. I—” she went on,looking at her hands with a contorted expression “I still can’t control myquirk properly so I keep thinking that maybe… maybe I should just give up.Maybe I’m not cut to be a hero, really.”

“That’s not true!” He exclaimed in sudden passion, much moreloudly than what the situation demanded, but he didn’t care. Not this time. Hestood up indignantly, looking at her firmly for the first time. “I’ve seen youtrain! I’ve been—” observing you like acreep “I notice you around. And I’m not about to let you talk yourself intothinking you are not worth it. I was told that all my life by everyone, but I knew I could do it. And so can you.” He declared boldly, squeezinghis hands into fists. She was looking at him now, eyes wide. “I believe in you.You are incredible and I think the world can’t be the place we want it tobecome without you at our side. At my side too. As a hero.” He opened a largesmile, truth behind every word, not attempting to hide his excitement. “Myquirk is also really hard to control so I can help you with yours too. So don’tworry. I would give anything to you.”

Caught up in his beliefs and sheer spirit, it took him asecond too late to realize exactly what he had just said. Very suddenly hestuttered, because now she was looking at him at a loss for words. Oh no. “Imean, like because I would love to help. Like, as a friend. It’s not like I’mtrying anything else. No, but not like I wouldn’t like it, I would love it! Imean you are so amazing and we could, like, do hero work together in the futurewhen we are not going on dates and watching movies. And I just being happy. Butwhat I mean is that you can totally be a hero, it doesn’t need to be with me,but it can. No, I mean—” He derailed and came to a halt; her fingers pressedagainst his lips to hush him. While his brain was still trapped in the book hecould say to go and try to save the whole situation, his heart definitely tooknote of her proximity, turning and skipping beats wildly. That was it then, hethought. He screwed it up.

But instead of the certain rejection he was fully expecting,she smiled instead. Sweet and bright. “Thank you, Mirio. I… I think I will dothat. And it means a lot, that you believe in me.” He took in a deep breath,almost shaking with the adrenaline rush. “About the rest… Maybe we could startwith an ice cream instead? And we can see about the dates and movies later on.” She suggestedsimply, laughing softly when he staggered, wide-eyed.

“There’s an ice cream place close to here. Where the seagullsgather.” He heard himself say, almost distantly. Still in shock.

Because by a stroke of luck – or some wild dream, and ifthat was the case, he would like to keep dreaming, thank you very much - theywere both walking side by side, towards the ice cream place. Mirio couldn’tquite make sense of the whole thing, but his entire being was covered with a glowing sensation,warm and fuzzy and oh-so-good. He felt like an idiot, but a happy idiot.

“You know, about that poll…” She started, inquisitively. Hejumped on the thought, having completely erased from his brain the casualinformation he had been told before. He fussed, scratching his head and smilingwidely, albeit apologetically.

“Right! I’m so sorry about it! My friends…” Nejire, he corrected inwardly. “…theyhave a weird sense of humour. I will tell them to call it off.”

“No! Don’t yet. I mean…” She exclaimed, laughing easily,and the sound was like music to his ears. “I was going to say that my bet was onyou, you know.”

Say what now? He stopped, mouth hanging open in dismay. Shelooked at him, apparently finding something funny in his expression, since she smiledmischievously. Taking a step back in his direction, she reached out and heldhis hand, interlocking their fingers together and squeezing it warmly.

“But I think that somehow I’m already collecting my wagers.”

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mcrpg-archive · 7 years

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ROY OLIPHANT

"There’s plenty of words I redefine! On PURPOSE, man. I’m an innovator. I keep things fresh and forward-thinking. You, on the other hand, will outright bite somebody who touches you uncaffeinated."

a f f i l i a t i o n : Team Handsome, Alien Enthusiasts

It's safe to say that Roy Oliphant was raised without parents. Sure, he had parents, but they were far too busy with their own personal lives to really raise a child. Once Roy was old enough to feed and clothe himself, it was fast food, canned food and TV all day, every day. Except for when school called. School, what a joke. It's no surprise Roy wasn't all too fond of school. And school wasn't too fond of Roy either. Teased, tormented, and often left hanging by his drawers from the railing at the top of the stairs, Roy found solace in the library. Not only could people not make fun of him in there (or torture him for that matter), but it opened the door to whole other world he'd never known before: information. Specifically interesting not-very-school-related information. Books, man. Roy read everything he could get his hands on. Fun stuff. Like aliens, werewolves, bigfoot, giant squids, anything funny or supernatural. He became obsessed, connecting and disproving theories in his own head, all the while, his studies suffering dramatically. It probably goes without saying, but Roy never finished school, dropping out at sixteen after getting into a fight with his dad over his grades. The ordeal left him with two black eyes, and, attempting to put his trust into the school system for the first time in his young life, Roy told school administration... who, in turn, laughed in his face. Forgery's a crime, kids. One Roy became all too familiar with when he decided to sign on his parent's behalf to release him from the burden of school. He didn't do too much time over it... but his family sure as Hell kicked him out, leaving the guy homeless. Fast forward to the present, and Roy didn't turn out too bad, getting himself a shitty little job at a convenience store, where he can take home as much of the cafe food that doesn't sell as he can manage. Getting mixed up with Team Handsome was a blessing in disguise... leading him straight into Coach Moblow's sights. And everyone knows Moblow just can't not try to help people out.

NEED TO KNOW

TW: Mature themes, age gap*, child prostitution* see end of headcanons for details. He does NOT run a child prostitution ring.

Aliens, man.

Currently a member of the Alien Enthusiasts Club. It has a paid membership because of all the deep secret intel they collect from the government and share with their members. This is literally the only paid expense he sets aside at all costs each month. Not even rent gets priority over his membership fees.

The only other thing he ‘saves’ up for is the Alien Convention that happens every Summer in La Juve’s West End.

Because of this, he often finds himself scrambling for funds every month to make rent. Some of his more successful 'get rich quick' schemes include: entering Ziggy into the Little Miss Juventud pageant under the guise of a girl, setting up random raffles or fundraisers without actually delivering on the prizes or products, 'watching' stuff for people, etc.

Believes himself to have ~genius~ ideas, most of which are elaborate in thought but not in planning.

He is almost always surprised when his plans don't go as expected, either due to that lack of preparation or just being damn well impossible to begin with.

He currently holds the title of ‘Assistant Coach’ to Team Handsome, but everyone knows he’s really just Coach Moblow’s personal assistant. The guy can’t coach a kitten to nap, he’s definitely not coaching Team Handsome in any way, shape, or form.

Coach Moblow sometimes ( a lot of the time ) makes Roy run laps with the team. Probably because of that beer belly hanging out over his jeans.

Ziggy throws fits whenever Coach tries to make Roy lose weight.

Huge on conspiracy theories. It’s not just about Aliens with him. He’s onto Bigfoot and the Chupacabra, too, just to name a few!

Literal man-child. Happy go lucky, a little snarky, but never really outright angry. Unless you hurt his feelings. He’s real friendly -- almost too friendly. Which only gets him into things he ought not to be getting into.

The only exception to this is his sudden out-of-character bursts of anger that seem to be provoked when people start yelling at his friends -- specifically Team Handsome (or SOMETIMES when somebody tries to tell him how to live his life). He can occasionally get violent during these episodes.

Seriously thinks there’s gold buried somewhere in La Juve because he claims to have found a treasure map once as a kid.

Not real big into drugs because it'd distract him from more important matters. Like Alien Hunting. Only smokes pot to calm him down. But, he’s more of a drinker.

He’s a real loud motherfucker, and mad nosy, too. Which often gets him into trouble. Meddling in things he ought not to be meddling in.

Kind of limited in terms of what he knows about the real world and how it works.

Gets mixed up in every kind of shenanigan.

Talks to everyone... even people he probably shouldn’t talk to. The rest of Team Handsome often have to keep a close eye on him to make sure he doesn’t wander off or get abducted. It FEELS like they’re the ones babysitting him instead of the other way around.

In charge of water, drinks and snacks for the team when they’re at competitions. Which, he sometimes fucks up by forgetting altogether... or providing snacks that Coach doesn’t approve. Like Cheetos and Coke.

He’s that crazy one who will openly talk about aliens on buses and trains.

Roy has vivid memories of being abducted by aliens.

He has newspaper clippings thumbtacked all over the walls of his home.

He honestly believed one had to cut up a bunch of little corks to create corkboard, so he wasn’t about to waste time and energy on that.

It wasn’t until he went out to Target with Ziggy that he realised you could buy corkboard already made.... when Ziggy pointed it out to him.

He ripped it from Ziggy’s hands and tossed it in the cart, bought it and took it home. To this day, it remains in its plastic shrink wrap, sitting propped up against the wall by the door like a forgotten birthday present.

Everyone points it out to him.

Team Handsome seems to congregate in and around his home because he’s super chill. Anyone can bum a couch for as long as they need.

The OLDEST member of Team Handsome. But... he’s not very good at skating.

One of Ziggy and Austyn’s oldest friends in La Juve. At the time, he didn’t have his own place, otherwise he would have taken them in. He worked real hard to get his own place after meeting them, but by then they had places to stay. At least now he has a place of his own they can all party and hang out in.

His home would have and should have been listed and sold for more than double what he could spend on a home at the time, but the little old lady that was selling it took pity on him because he reminded her of her dead grandson. So she sold it to him for far less as long as he promised to take good care of it. It is a rent-to-own situation, in case you’re wondering.

Tends to know a lot about random topics, but not very smart when it comes to anything school might have taught.

Has a habit of using words incorrectly, or using them the way he wants to instead of how they’re supposed to be used, basically disregarding their meaning and giving them a new one.

Also a big fan of making up his own words. Going so far as to write out his own dictionary -- which he plans to sell, marketing it as ‘additions to the English language’.

Is the reason for Ziggy’s own fascination with aliens, and likes to take Ziggy to the Alien Convention. It’s been ‘their thing’ since he met Ziggy when he was just a little guy.

His favorite memory of Ziggy is one where he made him dress up in a ridiculous Alien costume for the convention and it got him the attention of a lot of people because he looked so cute. Like walking a dog through a park. Even more attention than Dr. Alvin Simona’s presentation. Love that shit.

Calls himself the Newspaper Whisperer. Because he feels like he can predict headlines before they happen.

Believes the Men in Black movies had a lot of good pointers in it, and he has since taken to reading the tabloids to find 'juicy stories and leads'. He is convinced he can tell which stories are legit and which ones are pure fiction.

Is actually pretty Close with Cora Taylor and was even her prom date.

He pronounces Fujioka like FOO-GEE-YOLK-UH.

First became involved with Ziggy Holland after seeing him around the truck stop off of the interstate in West End without a parent or guardian. He wanted to help Ziggy get off the streets because Ziggy was/is a child prostitute. Making money working the truck stops whenever he could.

Attempts to house Ziggy in his own apartment as often as he can without getting into issues with his then roommate.

He is the one that enrolled Ziggy into school, in an effort to keep him out of trouble for at least a good portion of the day.

Ziggy is the one that seduces Roy -- particularly when he gets into his angry moods. Ziggy believes Roy’s anger likely stems from sexual frustration. **Casual reminder that his moods are VERY INFREQUENT.** Roy is NOT an angry person overall.

Ziggy has a crush on Roy because Roy is the first person in his life to actually care about him and show him kindness. There is no intricate romance between them. It’s honestly just a little boy crush. They’re close friends and genuinely care about each other.

Roy is the one that places the anonymous call to social services when Ziggy moves in full time with a known sexual predator -- which ultimately leads to Ziggy’s placement with Sal and Tyler.

Like Sal, Roy tries to keep Ziggy within the security of childhood for as long as he can (because Roy himself had such a shitty one), and thus works his ASS off to keep Ziggy believing in things like Santa, etc.

He definitely goes overboard on the Santa thing. Every. Single. Year. And even went so far as to somehow rope Mauri into helping him get reindeer on the roof of Sal’s house.... that Sal had to figure out how to get down.

Needless to say, while Sal is glad someone is helping him with the Santa thing, he is NOT a fan of how extreme Roy’s ideas are. Especially not when he has to clean up after him. Or, you know, make someone else clean up after him.

If you did ever want to make Roy mad, all you’d have to do is tell Ziggy that there’s no such thing as Santa.

Before Roy was taken on as “Assistant Coach” by Moblow, Ziggy actually begged Sal to get Roy a job (after he was fired from his previous one), which ended up being personal assistant/personal shopper/shopping buddy to Tyler... because Tyler was complaining that he had no friends. Because everyone is too scared of Sal to be his friend.

To this day, Tyler will still sometimes drag Roy out with him. Just so he doesn’t have to do things alone. Roy basically holds all of Tyler’s shopping and lets him talk.

Roy secretly admires Tyler... but is also really scared of him.

He’s probably more scared of Tyler than Sal. Just because he thinks Sal is a big softy deep down since Sal wants to keep Ziggy believing in Santa just like him.

Please note: Smut absolutely does NOT have to be written out at all. But it is, at least, implied from time to time. And no one outside of Ziggy, and maybe Austyn and Sully, is aware that there is anything going on between Roy and Ziggy. Further, it is something Ziggy eventually grows out of, too. Though he always remains protective of and close to Roy.

UPDATE: Since PRICKZILLA is claiming Roy is a carbon copy of her character, allow me to outline some ways they aren't similar:

- Completely different back stories for one.

- Roy is NOT into human trafficking. AT ALL.

- Roy DOES NOT work in a morgue or have a radio show.

- Roy DOES NOT have problems sleeping at night.

- Roy DOES NOT touch drugs outside of pot.

- Roy IS NOT and WILL NEVER be an alcoholic. He just drinks a lot of beer and occasionally gets drunk (Like when he parties. Like a NORMAL person).

- Roy WAS NEVER and WILL NEVER be a sex addict.

- Roy IS NOT a dick or shit talker.

- Roy IS a literal cupcake with a heart of Gold that genuinely wants to help people he comes across. Even if they’ve been mean to him in the past.

- Roy IS NOT smart by any means, but he tries. He doesn’t even have a HS diploma or GED. 99% of his get rich schemes FAIL MISERABLY.

- Roy works as an "assistant coach" aka secretary or personal assistant for a very nice man that Roy admires and aspires to be like (Coach Moblow).

- Roy's parents are very much ALIVE and well. And he has a GOOD/NORMAL relationship with them.

- Roy was born and raised in La Juve and has siblings. Specifically THREE older brothers, one who is a COP, another who is in a Motorcycle gang, and an ADOPTED BROTHER who is actually a famous athlete. (Obviously inspired by Four Brothers).

- Roy was created by no less than THREE different people, two of which had no idea of who Bo was.

- Roy's character writeup has been posted since March 23rd, 2017

Faceclaim: Garrett Hedlund - negotiable First Name: is non negotiable. Last Name: is negotiable.

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On Thursday night, President Donald Trump flew to Montana to headline a rally for Matt Rosendale, the Republican nominee against Sen. Jon Tester (D) this November. Trump's speech was, like most of his addresses, a remarkable mix of stream-of-consciousness thinking, fact-challenged claims and demagoguery.

Normally, I go through the transcript of Trump's speeches to pick out 30 or 40 (or 50) of the most eye-popping lines, the sentences that stood out most to me for whatever reason. I tend to take a light-hearted approach to this exercise because Trump's word-salad tendencies when speaking extemporaneously are exacerbated when reading a transcript of his speeches.Today, I am going to take a different approach.Trump's speech on Thursday night contained a number of genuinely dangerous lines, lines no president before Trump would even considering uttering among a small group of friends -- much less in front of thousands of people. Below, then, are the 11 most dangerous lines Trump said last night -- and why each one poses a real risk to the body populace.

1. "She gets special treatment under the Justice Department. ... Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. She gets special treatment under the Justice Department." Trump is talking here, of course, about Hillary Clinton. He's interrupted in his attack by chants of "lock her up" from the crowd. Trump's undermining of the Justice Department -- which he has done on an almost-daily basis since winning the White House -- is deeply dangerous to how people perceive those who are tasked with enforcing our laws. When the President of the United States insists the Justice Department is biased and can't be trusted, it erodes one of the long-standing pillars of civil society. 2. "It's a rigged deal, folks. It's a rigged deal. I used to say it. It's a rigged deal. It's a disgrace." It's not entirely clear to me what Trump is referring to here -- whether he's reiterating that the FBI is biased or, more likely, casting aspersions on the whole system of government. Either way, he's fomenting (for political gain) the resentment that lots of people feel toward their government and toward societal establishment more generally.Trump is provoking people to believe that there is some "they" out there working to keep you down. And enjoying doing it.

3. "But we signed a wonderful paper saying they're going to denuclearize their whole thing. It's going to all happen." Trump's assertion that North Korea has agreed to denuclearize and that "it's going to all happen" is a massive overstatement of the facts. What Trump and North Korean leader Kim Jong Un signed in Singapore last month was a sort of outline of an agreement. There was nothing binding in it. And this week we got word that

satellites have picked up what looks to be more construction at a ballistic missile site in North Korea

. So yeah, this version of the North Korea story via Trump misses some major points. 4. "They are so dishonest. Fake news. They're fake news media." 8 days ago, a man walked into the Capital Gazette newsroom in Maryland and murdered five staffers. His motives were his own -- he held a grudge against the paper for its coverage of a criminal harassment claim against him -- and had nothing to do with Trump's repeated rhetorical attack on the media as "fake." Full stop. That said, one might think that in the wake of such violence committed against reporters, the President of the United States might be more mindful of savaging the media to a crowd of his supporters. That would be the responsible thing to do. That isn't what Trump did. 5. "You know what? Putin's fine. He's fine. We're all fine. We're people." This is a dangerously naive view of the Russian president. First of all, the US intelligence community has unanimously said that Russia actively meddled in the 2016 election. Under Putin, Russia invaded the Ukraine and annexed the Crimean peninsula. Then there's the fact that people critical of Putin -- including journalists -- keep winding up murdered under very suspicious circumstances. These are not the actions of a "fine" person. 6. "They're fake. They're fake. They quote sources -- 'A source within the Trump organization said' -- a source. They don't have a source." Trump's impugning of the media's use of unnamed sources is part of a broader attempt on his part to undermine a free and independent media. For those who cheer that effort -- and insist the media deserves what they get -- I would ask you a simple question: Have you ever seen what life is like for the citizenry in a country in which the media is state-run? 7. "A vote for the Democrats in November is a vote to let MS-13 run wild in our communities." Campaign rhetoric can be a bit over the top. But this feels beyond the pale to me. Trump is purposely weaponizing fear here. Democrats do not, in fact, want to let the violent MS-13 gang "run wild in our communities." But Trump knows that the image of tattooed thugs marauding your neighborhood strikes terror in the hearts of many people. And that terror is useful to him in a political context. 8. "Democrats want anarchy, they really do, and they don't know who they're playing with, folks." Two things here. First, Trump is saying Democrats want "anarchy" -- total chaos to be loosed on the United States. Again, weaponizing fear. Second, the threat inherent in "they don't know who they're playing with" is purposeful and dangerous. If the 2018 or 2020 election is regarded by people as a war between the rule of law and anarchy or between war and peace, then there will be people out there who feel as though using any means necessary to win is totally justified. And that is a scary proposition.

Why Donald Trump hiring Bill Shine should be a much bigger deal

9. "I said it the other day, yes, she is a low-IQ individual, Maxine Waters. I said it the other day. High -- I mean, honestly, she's somewhere in the mid-60s, I believe that." What Trump is saying: A prominent African-American female politician is very dumb. And, no none of this is by accident.

10. "Winning the Electoral College is very tough for a Republican, much tougher than the so-called 'popular vote,' where people vote four times, you know. Much tougher. Much, much tougher." Study after study has shown that claims of widespread voter fraud and abuse are simply not borne out by the facts. Which doesn't stop Trump from pushing the idea to his base by insisting that people "vote four times" in the popular vote. And if you don't think trying to disqualify the results of an election without evidence is dangerous, then you aren't thinking straight -- or at all. 11. "We will take that little kit and say, but we have to do it gently. Because we're in the '#MeToo' generation so I have to be very gentle. And we will very gently take that kit and we will slowly toss it, hoping it doesn't hit her and injure her arm even though it only weighs probably two ounces. And we will say, I will give you a million dollars to your favorite charity, paid for by Trump, if you take the test so that it shows you're an Indian." Truly remarkable. In his usual riff about the questions surrounding Massachusetts Sen. Elizabeth Warren's claims of Native-American heritage, Trump shows his true colors on the #MeToo movement. He seems to suggest that the movement, which grew out of a series of news stories of powerful men sexually harassing women, is about political correctness run rampant. Trump seems to think -- or at least say -- that he has to be careful not to offend the #MeToo movement by throwing a DNA heritage kit at Warren. Which both deeply misunderstands what the #MeToo movement is about and denigrates the entire idea of women feeling safe to come forward with allegations of sexual misconduct. Be afraid, folks. The would-be dictator wants his very real fascism, and it seems ever-likely that he’s getting it.

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Dirt Versus Asphalt Race Cars – The Great Separation

A lot of people think that there is a vast difference between dirt and asphalt race cars. And for the most part, they’d be correct. That is except for the evolution of the setups for both genres. If we study how each has evolved over the past twenty years, we can see a similar pattern.

Way back when I got seriously involved in racing technology, both dirt and asphalt cars ran tight setups to where a lot of load went to the right front tire through the turns. I was fortunate enough to get into the inner circle of both dirt Late Model racing as well as asphalt Late Models and Cup cars as well believe it or not. That’s a long story, but I was privy to some amazing insight.

At places like Daytona, the Cup and ARCA cars used the right front suspension way too much, I know because I was able to look at the shock travels of one of the top teams, a previous recent winner of the Daytona 500.

And the dirt Late Models were carrying the left front tire off the ground more times than not. If that tire is not on the ground, then all of the front weight of the car must be supported by the right front. And the dirt cars were sliding the corners hanging way out. Not so much the Cup cars and asphalt late models.

Some thought went into aero back then for both dirt and asphalt, but not like what has come to be. Both of these types came to know a lot more about how to use the air they were driving through to better advantage.

So, there you have it, things were not very efficient back in the day. But then in the late 1990’s and early 2000’s, things started to change for both dirt and asphalt. If I could explain it in as few words as possible and sum it all up it would be this. Dirt and asphalt teams started increasing the spring rate of the right rear springs, period.

Neither forms of circle track racing use the left front tire as much as was needed in the old days, so to speak. Once they started to balance the setups, the left front tire gained loading and traction. It then started to help turn the car and everything got better.

We have all come to know that if you can get a car to turn, dirt or asphalt, you can always find ways to gain rear grip. And that’s what happened. When the dirt cars stiffened the right rear spring, the cars started to turn much better, they kept the left front tire on the ground, and now they were searching for ways to gain rear traction where before they were tight/loose.

If I could explain it in as few words as possible and sum it all up it would be this. Dirt and asphalt teams started increasing the spring rate of the right rear springs, period.

The asphalt cars started running stiffer right rear springs too and gained use of the left front tire with the car turning more efficiently. They not only went faster but stayed fast longer. Teams noticed that the tires had less wear over the course of a race, they stayed cooler and the lap times dropped off less. Life was good, for those who got on the balance train early.

The coming together really hit a high note, and this might have been a beginning for the dirt teams, when Billy Moyer won both the Dream and the World 100 at Eldora in 1998 using basically an asphalt late model setup. It’s true and although I’ve talked about this in the past, it bears repeating. In that setup, the right rear spring was equal in rate to the left rear spring when most all of the time the dirt teams ran a softer right rear spring.

On asphalt too, especially in the upper mid-west, the asphalt teams ran softer right rear springs until Brian Hoppe kicked some serious butt in 1999 running equal rear, or even stiffer right rear spring rates. The evolution was getting started in a big way.

Now it is common to see much stiffer right rear spring rates in both dirt and asphalt race cars. This forces more load onto the left front tire which provides more front grip and a better turning car. Some teams overdo this aspect of setup and force too much load onto the left front, but that’s food for another story.

And, both dirt and asphalt teams learned that if they could get the front of the cars lower to the track, they could create more aero downforce and more free traction. Sure, aero drag went up some, but was easily overcome by horsepower, especially with the high HP dirt late models. The gain was in faster turn speeds.

If you look at modern day dirt and asphalt Late Models, the nose is on the ground, the cars are turning well and the dirt cars are driving more straight ahead. But there is more to the story. The dirt Late Models, asphalt Late Models and Cup cars are all utilizing bump setups.

Now the technology has finally come together in a way never imagined back in 1997, twenty years ago. Stiffer RR springs, lower noses, cars that turn well, and now everyone is running on bumps. What has the world come to?

So, to summarize my lead-in statements, this perceived vast difference in dirt and asphalt cars setups is no longer vastly different. In fact, they are more similar than different. Sure, the dirt cars still run with the rear hanging out somewhat, but that is mostly for aero flat plate affect that helps push the car towards the infield. And truth be known, some asphalt cars are utilizing the same effect, but you didn’t hear that from me.

I guess the final statement from me about all of this is, what works to help a car turn and what provides more speed is common among all race cars, be they dirt or asphalt late models, Cup cars or even Formula One. Making all four tires work just makes a car faster. And that is why when we present tech on race car suspension and setups, in many cases that tech relates to both dirt and asphalt. And that’s all I have to say.

If you have comments or questions about this or anything racing related, send them to my email address: [email protected] or mail can be sent to Circle Track, Senior Tech Editor, 1733 Alton Parkway, Suite 100, Irvine, CA.

Dirt Modified Build

Bob,

I am a 70 year-old former Sprint Car driver who has not raced in over 35 years. As a devout reader of your tech articles, I think your thoughts and ideas could be a great help to me as I design and build a dirt Modified. My single desire is to campaign a totally “balanced” car, preferably a three link, four equal 5″ coil springs of maybe 500# each with 60/40 shocks, same size tires with 15# nitrogen in each, 302 SBF at 650HP on alcohol.

My goal is to work all four wheels WITHOUT lifting the left rear like a four-bar car. A friend who is an aero engineer at Boeing developed a computer model with the above design, using a 5.10 gear ratio on a 3/8 mile track that showed the car to be more than a little competitive. At my age I am more interested in being different than doing like everyone else. Do you think such a car could work? Springs in front, on top, or rear of the quick-change?

Your thoughts and comments would be greatly appreciated. Is it possible to buy a Shaw 4-bar chassis and set it up so the left side does not lift way up? front to rear scale weight 54% rear. Left weight 52%. Before wings I drove my sprint in the corners without sliding sideways. Even with wings I was still able to drive into the corners deeper before scrubbing off speed.

I am a strong believer in balance and gear ratio. Torque not HP is what makes the car go forward. Please do not laugh, this is a very serious desire to race on the National USMTS tour next year. Your help would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you, Dave Reidt

I would never laugh at anyone for their dreams. Many of the teams running the dirt mods don’t really understand the concept of balance. But, on dirt, we don’t always strive for complete balance due to the slick conditions later in the event. But, we do advocate making changes to bring the car from balanced, when the track has grip, to un-balanced somewhat to compensate for the slick track conditions. Running a whole event with the car perfectly balanced could be a problem, but who knows, you can certainly try that.

You stated that you wanted to run four equal rate springs on the four corners? That would not work very well to balance the dynamics unless your rear suspension is a swing arm design where the car feels about half the spring rate. But you were asking where to place the rear springs, so I don’t think that is the case.

So, that said, I’m not sure what your friend the aero engineer did to work out the balance, but running 500lb springs on the back of a three link won’t work to balance the chassis. The front would out-roll the rear and that car would be very loose.

I wrote a computer program 20 years ago that helped racers and myself develop a balanced setup and it has sold thousands of copies to dirt and asphalt racers without any complaints in all those years. I seriously doubt your guy could make that work knowing what I know then and now.

And, most teams have been getting away from high rear percent numbers and going with 52 – 52.5 percent max. The higher rear percent tends to make the car loose from unbalanced polar moment effect.

You should probably mount the rear springs behind the rear axle on both sides. Mounting on top has its problems when the rear end rotates, which it will always do to some extent and then the springs are not straight if mounted on top of the axle tube. And, you can setup a dirt modified, even a four-bar car, to have zero rear steer and not hike the left rear of the car.

In dirt modified racing, mainly the more successful drivers, are driving more straight ahead. When I ran karts on dirt years ago, that’s the way I drove and I could drive off and leave those who wanted to sling the cars sideways into the turns. I agree with that idea. And overall, I agree with the whole concept of your car.

Anti-Squat Questions

Bob,

Thanks for the thought provoking tech article on Anti-Squat. I have gained a better understanding of three-point suspension. Please explain how one figures out the percentage of A/S.

And I know you warned us no to go here but curiosity begs me to ask, if suspension angles were configured to go beyond 100% A/S, would the rear of the chassis rise up under acceleration, then drop under braking?

John

Yes, it would. Here is a good way to look at percent of anti-squat. If you produced a lifting force from the third link angle and rear end rotational force, that would displace all of the rear load, both the static load and that which transfers due to acceleration, then you would have 100% anti-squat.

This is very hard to calculate due to the variables of calculating the rear end rotational forces from engine torque and the loading at the rear from dynamic loading caused by load transfer under acceleration. You cannot do it with just link angles alone. Anyone who says they can is just barking at the moon.

The rear end would lift if you exceeded 100% anti-squat. There is no real advantage to that because there is only so much load to use. You cannot create added load that is not there to begin with by going beyond 100% a/s. If you lift the front wheels off the ground under acceleration, like some sprint cars do, then all of the static front load is transferred to the rear axle and you have 100% load transfer of the front load to the rear.

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