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mysticficti0n · 11 months

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All my attention Part 5

warnings- swearing, drinking, protectiveness, so much flirting

words- 4k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well, sorry this part has taken a while-

(also would anyone want to be on a tallest?? plz put if you'd like to ♥︎)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

I stood in my room ferreting through my clothes to find something to wear for the interview which was coming a lot faster than I thought, I decided on a army green booty skirt with a cream belt, a white tank top, gold jewellery and my hair tied back in a bun, my make up was pretty usual besides my red lips lined in black but I mean if I can pull it off- why not?

Hurriedly I grabbed my shoes, deciding on my chunky platforms and a purse holding lip gloss, lip liner, spray, my phone, a pen and keys. The boys and their families went home after breakfast around 10 meaning we could all spend time with our families for a few hours, the Kaulitz' left a little later as being our neighbours they didn't have much of a drive to get home. Gordon, the twins step dad agreed to driving us 3 to the studio while Georg drove him and Gustav as they lived near to each other

"Y/n sunshine! Tom is out side" my mom called from the bottom of the stairs

"okay!" I shouted back and came storming down the stairs, I saw my mom's eyes light up and a smile decorate her already beautiful face "like it?" I twirled

"You look wonderful! oh my- Martin get in here look at our daughter!" she called getting my dad in who was holding Stella "look!"

"Baba look pretty!" Stella grinned

"she does doesn't she, we'll be watching tonight sweetheart" with 3 quick kisses I ran out the house waving goodbye and Tom laughed as I stumbled down the step

"shut up look at the size of these I'm not exactly gain" I huffed steading myself, I looked up and saw the boy handing is arm which I gladly took to get down and jump the wall dividing our house

"we need your help- well I need your help, Bill wants your opinion on his fit but I don't know what to wear so I’m more important" Tom sighed, at the moment he was just in a wife beater and jorts, his dreads in a mess around his head "and- I need to show you something"

"well lets go then!" we hurried into the house and Bill was sipping a coke and smiled seeing me walk through

"Y/N YES LOOK AT YOU!" he snapped his fingers as I model stepped in, 'flipping' my hair and blowing a kiss "alright what about me?" he was in a black leather jacket, matching black skinny jeans, a Dimond skull belt and chains around his neck, hair on end (in a good way) and a deep smokey eye

"absolutely- I fucking love it!" he smiled getting all giddy "bad bitch vibes- or a good fuckable emo, either really" the boy blushed wrapping me in a hug

"okay go help useless over here now" I rolled my eyes and followed the other Kaulitz up the stairs to his room where clothes were dropped everywhere

"so... what happened?' I asked seeing him shrug "right well... these jeans- dark denim is a look then, where's your green and yellow cap?" I asked seeing him pull a draw open full of at least 50 hats

"what head thing?" he spoke opening the draw above "black?" I nodded opening his wardrobe and pulling a yellow and dark green print, white back shirt out (this is the fits)

"here, change" I spoke seeing him pull his vest off and quickly put the new shirt over, he was finally done fixing individual strands of hair in his ponytail and sprayed a dark smelling cologne on "okay that looks GOOD" I complemented seeing a smile form on his lips

"oh I can show you the thing now" he laughed walking into the hall and bring a small box back in "look I'm proposing!" he got onto his knee holding the said box

"oh Tom-" I played pretending to wipe my eyes "I do!" he shoved me away and opened the box revealing a small ring- gold and had our band logo engraved in it "holy shit! thats amazing!" I called pulling the ring out "do we all have one" the boy excitedly nodded pulling his hand up showing a bigger and chunkier version

"mom got them for us 5, they're so cool" I nodded admiring the metal around my finger "Bill's and Gustav's are in silver as they prefer it"

"god I love your mom" I sighed happily standing up and walking into the hall "THANK YOU SIMMY!" her laugh filled the hall followed by a 'no problem doll'

"KIDS COME ON WE NEED TO GO!" Gordons voice echoed from down stairs and in great style and slow steps me and Tom got into the car, in the backseat as Bill was first in "we have to hurry up its already 25 past" he grumbled starting the engine

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"Welcome to the red seats- Tokio Hotel!" our interviewer names Karter Male introduced, monsoon began playing in the background followed by many screams, Bill was pushed on first closely followed by the rest of us and as we all came into view the noise only got louder "ahah welcome!" we all smiled waving to the people

"hi!" we laughed, Bill was closest to the table followed by Tom, me Georg and Gustav who were relaxing back into the seats "thank you for having us" Bill began

"no its our pleasure, so would you like to introduce yourselves for the people who don't know you all?" we nodded and looked to our lead singer

"oh- I'm Bill Kaulitz, lead singer on Tokio Hotel"

"Hey, I'm Tom Kaulitz, his brother also older by ten minuets and I play electric guitar for Tokio Hotel"

"hello, I'm Y/n Y/l/n, the backing singer for Tokio Hotel" I herd a wolf whistle come from the audience causing me to giggle "thank you" but the boy to the left of me face dropped but I tried to ignore his mood

"evening, I'm Georg Listing and I play bass for Tokio Hotel"

"hi I'm Gustav schäfer and i play drums for Tokio Hotel" claps filled the room and the interviewer grinned

"so now we know you recently got back from doing a mini-tour sort of thing right?" murmurs of 'yes' and 'yeah' ran through us five until Bill started talking

"yesterday actually, we did our last show in the afternoon and all went back to Y/n's parents house for the night and seeing our families was a massive relief as we hadn't seen them in weeks"

"thats wonderful, well going back onto your small tour we herd in Tier that there was a new song? and its was sang by Y/n, can you tell us little about that?" Karter looked to me and I looked to the boys who gave me the nod

"of course, it's called 'Don't jump' and it has so much meaning and I mean nobody has all day to listen to me ramble but its from when I was in a very dark place due to privet things and instead of being sad 24/7 I made it into lyrics and I finally performed it in Tier, I think next shows when we play it Bill will sing as he's much better than I am" I laughed hearing the crow 'aw' at me "but yeah its a beautiful song- not to blow my own horn or anything" The interview carried on and the boys getting asked different thing then turned to the 'public questions'

"so we've had a few questions from your adoring fans who will be watching from home, this one is for all of you actually- from Hallie, 15, she said 'hello Tokio Hotel, my question is- are you all single or seeing people?' so?" I watched as Georg and Gustav nodded their heads saying 'yes we are' Tom and Bill also but then I remembered I hadn't come out publicly about my spilt yet

"yeah we all are" I spoke hearing a gasp but quickly brushed it off

"well erm... next question for Tom from Suzana 'Hey Tom, I was wondering if you have a type?'" the audience laughed as the guitarist became a little tense, scratching his neck

"well.. if you're pretty and have a nice smile I don't have a issue" girls in the crowd cheered and a blush covered his cheeks, I patted his shoulder to which he looked back to me pulling his lips taught as if to say 'what the fuck'

"right, our next questions will be from the audience!, so let's start" we watched a runner hop up the stairs to a smiling blonde girl who was wearing a tour shirt

"Hi! I'm Rebecca and I have a question for Gustav!" we watched as the boys eyes lit up and a smile spread on his face "I was wondering what your favourite song- out side of the band- is to play?" that was surprisingly quite a nice question

"oh erm... I like quite rock sorta music so probably Nirvana?" she thanked him and blew a kiss to which his cheeks only got redder, the runner went to another girl, smaller and younger looking with brown piggytails

"hello... I'm Francine and I have a question for Y/n" my eyes softened seeing her nervousness

"lets hear it!" I grinned

"I- I was wondering whats your favourite colour and why? because I think you look beautiful in green and purple!" she giggled making me pout at her sweetness, Tom was smiling at me as I held my heart

"aw thank you Francine thats so nice of you, I'd say my favourite colour is... baby yellow though I never wear it, my mom calls me sunshine and that colour reminds me of her" the girl said her thanks and the questions continued

"so this will be our last question for Tokio Hotel tonight as our show is near an end!" Karter spoke pointing to the camera and it spun to the last fan

"hey guys! I love you all so much by the way- but my question is for Tom and Y/n" me and the boy looked to each other then back to the brunette "I'm guessing you've seen the ships between you on social media?" being the only girl in a group of 4 boys sometimes came with it's downsides, those being 'shipped' with all of them and people making up rumours "the most common being that you two secretly love each other, well I was wondering if any part of that was true?" I let my laugh slip but Tom's brows furrowed

"yes I do love Y/n, she's one of the most important people in my life of course but the way people make us out is completely wrong- she's like a sister I mean she may as well be related to me and Bill we've know each other since we were what born?" I nodded listening to his words but I couldn't help but know that everything the fans imagined wasn't completely wrong.. and he knew that too

"yeah like he said we love each other but its platonic!" I added seeing the crowd sigh at the disappointment

"you'd make a good couple though" Karter added "you'd be the hottest new thing since people like Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore" I rolled my eyes at the words but Tom seemed to like the idea and shoved me with his elbow "thats all we have time for folks, thank you Tokio Hotel for being here tonight! bye!" we all waved and the crowd applauded, the lights dimmed meaning we all had to go backstage.

"he's gonna come back here in a second to have photos with you guys so if you'd like to wait in the dressing room please feel free!" a runner smiled looking to us pointing up the hall, we all walked into the air conditioned room and fell onto the matching red sofas from set

"that was I think the most comfortable interview we've ever done" I spoke scratching my head, fixing my hair. Tom scoffed folding his arms "what? don't you guys agree?"

"I think he was playing favourites all the way through" Bill spoke opening a water "but yeah it was fine"

"I agree" Georg added, I personally didn't know what their issue was but I mean they are edgy, angry teen boys anything ticked them off. we sat in silence until the door opened with Karter smiling widely at the five of us

"Ah Tokio Hotel- thank you for tonight it went beautifully! shall we take some photos?" he asked fixing his suit jacket as we all stood "perfect, follow me" he instructed going out the door, Bill grabbed the door before It slammed into us all and held it open nodding his head allowing me first to which I whispered a quick thank you and slipped through following the man "okay so erm.. shall we have twins next to me, then Y/n on this side with Gustav and Georg" we all lined up in front of the photographer who was bending with a camera

"3...2..1" he spoke clicking the button and a flash blared our eyes "grate, we'll get a few more" he spoke fixing his position

"so what did you think of the interview guys?" Karter asked looking to his side "fun?" his hand which was now on the small of my back jolted slightly

"ah yeah it was nice we were just saying" I answered as the boys stayed silent "the people who asked the questions were so sweet" the photos continued and so did his hand, slowly his hand went my hip, thigh and then as he moved it to my ass I pulled away "were not doing that" I quickly spoke pulling my own hand away from being behind him

"sorry- its very inviting!" his eyes narrowed looking down and back up to me

"we're fucking done-" Bill started walking out the room and going to the exit door followed by Georg and Gustav as he shouted curses

"Y/n come on" Tom grabbed my arm shoving the man out the way "she's fucking 17 you prick" I didn't get a look at the man after that before Tom was yanking me through the doors out the building to the car where his step-dad was stood "were going straight home"

"Bill went with the lads" Gordon pointed as Georg's car pulled from the space with a roar of the engine "come on we need to be quick the meal is in like an hour and a half"

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"hey darlings how was the interview?" Simone asked as we went into the Kaulitz' house "it looked good"

"we're never going on that show again" Tom murmured walking to the kitchen and grabbing a drink from the fridge "fucking looking Y/n up and down like she was someone to hook up with"

"what!" Simone started looking to me "are you okay sweetheart?" I nodded my head realising what Tom said

"anyways I need to shower" the twin grumbled walking up the stairs "Y/n I need you first" he shouted back down the stairs

"oh okay- sorry Simmy I'll be back" she smiled turning back to the tv as I made my way up the stairs to the boys room where I could here him shuffling about saying things to himself "Tom?" I walked in to see him standing at his mirror top off and belt half way undone

"shut the door" I did as he said looking at him oddly, I turned and shut the door behind my self and looked back to him "you didn't see what he was doing that whole interview did you?" I shook my head no "right well we all did, he was trying to see up your skirt- stared right at your tits, lips, eyes, legs- everything" I felt a lump in my throat as his brown eyes became darker looking at me "and no man can do that to you-" I nodded stepping over to him and wrapping my arms around him hiding my face in his color bone

"well though I fucking hate that- I'm okay don't get worked up okay? this sounds so cringy but he can't touch me like that ever again either because I'll brake his wrist" Tom looked down to me with a small smile spreading along his lips as he played with his lip piercing

"yeah nobody can ever fucking touch you there" I rolled my eyes seeing his eyes go serious in a jokey way "unless its me of course"

"oh yeah- of course, anyways you need a shower and come my house after help me chose my outfit for tonight" he nodded hugging me back quickly before going to his shower leaving me to go back home

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I was sat in my bedroom flicking through my radio until I found a station playing a song I liked, Brittany Spears started playing, I started dancing around my room like I was her and nodding my head along to the lyrics of freak show 'Make it a Freakshow freakshow We can give 'em a Peepshow, peepshow Don't stop it let it flow Let your inhibitions go It's a crazy night Let's make a make a freakshow'

"Y/n!" I scream left my mouth as I turned to see Tom stood in my door frame laughing "what the fuck are you doing?"

"can you knock! I think I shit myself" he pulled his fist to the door and knocked with a cocky smile "haha" I spoke sarcastically, soon he fully walked into the room and my jaw did nearly fall to the floor, he was in black suit bottoms and a white button up blouse, rings around his fingers and his necklace on show, dreads in a messy bun

"wow! you look good! pulling out all the stops Thomas" I complemented seeing him become a little shy "genuinely you look amazing"

"thanks, I mean were going to the Stadtpfeiffer restaurant so I wanna look good" he popped his chest looking at himself in the mirror "what are you wearing?" he asked looking at me as I stood in joggers and a tank top

"a dress but can't decide which, wanna chose?" I'd never seen him walk quicker in my life, the doors flew open revealing all my 'fancier' clothes and his hands moved quickly through the hangers, until he pulled a red dress with a black rose lace pattern on top "really? don't think this might be a bit scandalous for a family dinner?" Tom smirked placing the dress onto the chair and turned back to the wardrobe "wait- no don't open tha-" I watched as his hand reached for the draw full of my 'sexy' clothes

"fucking hell Y/n how many thongs do you need?" he laughed looking back at me, he dug through them until he pulled a red lacy Victoria secret pantie out and threw it at me "here, wear that underneath" with a sigh I went to the bathroom and slipped into the clothes, I stared into the mirror and regretted ever letting him chose my outfit "let me see!" he called from the other room

"okay-" I walked into my bedroom and his eyes widened, lip tucked between his teeth and his hands dug harder into the bed "like?" I asked twirling

"like is a understatement" Tom hummed "god you look so hot right now- I literally don't have words" a small blush painted my cheeks as I stepped into my full body mirror, I turned to check my reflection but all I could see was the guitarist staring in awe

"my eyes are here" I laughed seeing him nod "okay well make up and hair now" the boy seemed to be confused "what?"

"you don't have make up on?" I shook my head turning to him "so you are just naturally gorgeous? fuck" I rolled my eyes sitting on the chair where the dress once lay, I pulled my make up draw open and picked out my foundation and began the process I came to love over the tour, dark eyes and a dark red lip , next my hair I decided to have it straight down and hair-sprayed it into place

"okay I'm done!' Tom looked up from the magazine he found himself flicking through and a smile spread across his face "too much?" I asked seeing his head shake "sure?"

"you look perfect Y/n" I grinned standing and going over to the wall wear my jewellery hung grabbing a necklace and a few rings and bracelets "you need shoes" Tom quipped abruptly going into the box under my bed full of misilanious shoes, he rummaged through for a while before pulling out my chunky Mary Janes I sat back on the sheets of my bed waiting for him to hand over the shoes but he stayed down, grabbing my ankle and slowly slipped the shoe onto my foot "Tell me when the shoes tight enough alright?" I nodded seeing him thread the strap through and pulling it taught

"there" he quickly pressed the buckle through and moved to my right foot doing the same before kissing my bare knees "you are so cute Kaulitz" soon his hands reached mine and we stood together "thank you- I love it all"

"no problem"

The time ticked slowly as me and Tom waited for everyone to be ready as in fairness we were done quite quickly, I sat at the desk with my computer on, flicking through web pages while Tom was messing around with my ukulele that one day just appeared in my room. I scrolled down a page until I saw a subtitle of 'picture ideas' and I immediately knew what we'd be doing to pass the time, the first one was the girl holding the camera above the couple and the boy holding her- perfect

"come here were taking these photos" I called bring the boy back to me, he stood fixing his outfit and passing me my phone and standing with me "okay so you need to-"

"I can see what I've gotta do babe" Tom soothed into my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his forehead into the crook of my neck "take it" with a click of my button the photo snapped, and we did this about 50 more times, standing in the mirror, at the window, and my poster wall

"perfect" I smiled flicking through the pictures "we look so good" cheering I looked back to see Tom looking to me, eyes scanning my body and face "you okay?"

"fine, just can't stop staring" a blush tinted my cheeks, over the past few days the flirting gone from funny to romantic giving me new feelings of giddiness every time

"Tom your making me red" my cheeks were aching from the smile I couldn't hold back

"good"

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the clock struck 8:45pm meaning everyone getting in the cars to go to the Stadtpfeiffer, Bill had come back earlier and so the Kaulitz went in their car and I went with my family, me and Stella sat in the back dancing along to the music playing on the radio "what were you and Tom doing Sunshine? I could hear you laughing like you've just seen the funniest thing in the world!" I sighed with a smile to her words

"oh taking stupid photos together" but they weren't stupid- anything but, every time I looked at one my stomach felt ticklish and my chest heaved with a feeling I couldn't explain

"oh very nice, you'll have to show me" I laughed at her words mumbling a line of 'sure' after another 20 minuets we finally arrived and it look beautiful, the yellow haze lights illuminating the entrance and fancy jazz music filled our ears "oh my-"

After us the Kaulitz' arrived, the boys walked straight over to me laughing about something "evening" Bill nudged to me "I have something to tell you after by the way" I looked oddly at the boy who only smiled and followed his stepdad to my dad, I turned to Tom who shrugged

"you smell good" I commented smelling his cologne

"Paco Rabanne" he spoke lifting his arm to me so I could smell it better "oh and send me those photos will you, I need them" his voice became seductive making my knees weak and I all I did was hum in response "thank you angel"

“Stop it Thomas- we’re in public” I giggled seeing his eyebrows rise

“That’s only gonna make me worse” my heart stoped for a moment at his words- what’s did he mean by worse?

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sparxaf · 6 months

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The Inscrutability of Alex

So I might be working on an S7 Alex fic. I mean, I'm probably not working that. But I could be. Maybe. Anyway, for mysterious reasons, I decided to replay the current episodes because I found myself confused by a couple things with Alex. And a second playthrough left me even more confused. I sent @mrsbsmooth a nearly three minute, babbling voice note, asking her if I was missing something, because I cannot figure out how to write him.

This character is described by multiple others as having "golden retriever" energy. Something he absolutely does not have. I'd say he's not even that playful. It's just bizarre for anyone to say that. Nothing about him is overly energetic. Both Raf and Bryson are much better described like that. Alex has the most whistle-whilst-mowing-the-lawn-in jorts-dad energy ever. Golden retriever he is not.

So okay, his energy doesn't match the description. That's not a huge issue on its own. But like...who is he? He says he's not cocky, just confident.

Hmmm. Never is a strong word, innit?

Now, a less cynical person might say that Fusebox is just writing a realistic depiction of someone who is unaware of his own cockiness, but since I am a cynical asshole, I'm saying that Fusebox is not in the business of nuance. They make the same amount of money whether they spend the extra energy to give it depth or not. So they're never gonna bother with that. This is just inconsistent writing. Now, we all know that Alex's most overtly acknowledged trait is his desire to "Take things slow." He says he's looking for the one, and he's not gonna rush that. He knows things move fast there, but he still wants to take his time. He didn't kiss Estelle on the first night. He was uncomfortable with Summer being so forward before he knew anything about her. So how does a guy who takes things slow answer a question from a virtual stranger about what he does for a living?

A dirty joke. Yes, very much setting the tone for his lack of cockiness and his desire to take things slow 🙄 Though I do enjoy MC responding with "Very presumptive, but good to know." 😆😆😆 Not to mention, when he finds out you can snog during the icebreaker, he's not like, "Um too soon." Instead his eyes light up like he can't wait. It's so baffling. So let's say maybe he's just a slow mover who is also really flirty by nature. That feels like he's sending mixed signals at best and manipulating you at the worst. Now this one really threw me for a loop. There's a gem scene where you can ask the boys to tell you something cute about themselves. Alex tells a story about having a crush on a gym bunny and how it led him to weightlifting in order to ask her out. But he kept putting it off and by the time he finally got the nerve, she was already dating someone. So he learned not to hesitate. He learned to just go for it.

Um... what? That's a strange perspective to have for someone whose entire ethos is "Take it slow." Now, I'm aware that he is very straight forward with MC about where his head is at, so perhaps he just meant that he doesn't waste time letting someone know he's interested, but he still wants to take the relationship slow? I don't know. Last, but not least, on night one, you couldn't even kiss Alex (unless I'm misremembering). You could only snuggle. But on night two, Alex says he still wants to take it slow, but he wants to a little something. So the game gives us some options. And the first choice was to do bits. Now, this might be my fault, but I assumed that "bits" in this case would be some kissing and making out. Heavy petting. Maybe some under the clothes touching. But, to my utter shock, no it's not just a heavy make out sesh. Nope. He finger blasts you. He straight up bypasses the face lips and tiddies, and goes straight to rubbing the bean and shoving a digit inside of your person. It's an awfully intimate act for someone like him who's only been alone with you three times, and beyond challenge smooches (if you chose to even take those), has still never really made out with, nor kissed you privately. I would like to clarify that I'm not judging how fast or slow anyone goes in their personal lives. But I am I'm judging this character's pace in relation to the things he's been saying about his pace.

I wrote most of this before the last batch of episodes so I'll only lightly touch on the fact that Alex seems nearly ready to ask you to marry him the day after bringing you to the villa. So "taking it slow" really went out the window altogether.

Long story long, there are aspects to Alex I like. I mean, I'm writing him right now (OR AM I?) so it's not all bad. But it's really hard to attempt any canon reinterpretation, when I can't even sort out what canon is.

It just doesn't make sense. Is he cocky or not? Is he a slow mover or does he believe in not wasting time? Is he an inner city gym rat bro, or is he a home-on-the-range papa who wants to build you a cottage, and make babies? Is his whole "slow burn" thing some kind of manipulation to hide that he's a fuckboy (which would be hilarious) or he's just very badly written?

I love a good, lively conversation, so go ahead and let me know your thoughts. But for those who are rather... overly invested in Alex, feel free to yell at me about his perfection and how wrong and dumb I am. I look forward to deleting your vitriol.

#litg fanfic #love island the game #litg s7 #litg stick or twist #litg alex #litg alex makes no sense #does he take it slow or not?#finger-gate

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blubushie · 11 months

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ABOUT ME

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G'day fellas! You can call me Blu, and I can be invoked like some Lovecraftian horror by mentioning Sniper in the TF2 tags. King of Sniper Lore (and Australia), Messiah of Bludaism, also known as the "Sheepshagging Roorooting Horsehumping Mountainfucking Melonpiping 13x-Divorced Breastmaster Hitman Inenrt Dingoboy Piss Cheese Jorts Bludysseus Blu'nt Bushgod Sniper Blog" despite not being a Sniper blog (and not actually shagging a sheep or rooting a roo or being married to start with or caring all that much for cannabis, I'm a psychedelics bloke). I'm just Like This.

Been told I'm the "Sniper kin of all Sniper kins." Not sure what a kin is these days but from what I've heard I'm content with not knowing.

This is my only blog. I have three sideblogs. One is @blu-doods, where I post my shitty stick figure art for laughs, and the other two are @art-reblugs, where I reblog art on (I reblog art here too, but the pickings are far more slim) and @post-reblugs (same as art but for text posts).

Again, not a Sniper roleplay blog. That said feel free to call me Sniper as a joke because I do very much enjoy it. Just keep in mind that I am my own person and not a fictional character. There's a real person behind the screen.

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I have autism, selective mutism, and some other issues that aren't really important. Point is that sometimes it can be hard for me to talk or properly put my thoughts into words. This makes me come across as cold sometimes. I'm not good at communicating with words and I'm better at expressing it in person where I can rely more on touch. I apologise if I seem rude because I'm not trying to be. Let me know and I'll try to articulate what I mean to say in a gentler way.

I'm 23.

Bushstraight. AMAB transmasc. Weird bloke.

I grew up in Alice Springs and spend most of my time in the NT. On the first Friday of the month there's a good chance you can find me at the Daly Waters Pub. CU in the NT! (Not now though because I'm stuck in America for the foreseeable future. Oops. Try me again in 2025!)

I hunt professionally for pest control. Usually it's invasive animals like pigs, cats, or feral dogs. I'm also licenced to occasionally deal with nuisance native wildlife like crocodiles, but aside from assisting in relocation efforts I've yet to be called out for a crocodile. I'm alright with this—I really don't want to shoot a crocodile.

I also hunt to feed myself and my dog. Her name is Misty and she's an Australian Shepherd/Golden Retriever mix. You can see her here or by checking out my "mistyposting" tag.

I used to participate in kangaroo culls and by law I have to shoot them in the head so if you ever want to know what it's like to pop skulls, reckon you can ask me. Also on the kangaroo thing: if you're Australian and from 2020-2021 ate kangaroo or bought kangaroo dog food or leather, there's a chance I'm the one what got it to you.

I'm a bushie. This means I'm a survivalist who lives out in the bush. I technically live in a van (ute + camper in the tray) but if there's good weather I'm usually sleeping outside unless it's an area with a lot of dingos (they don't usually bother people but I'm not going to take risks with my dog). I have no permanent residence and I move from place to place for work. Occasionally I have to go into cities for work (I'm looking at you, M*lbourne) but these are thankfully rare occasions and only when I'm strapped for cash.

Sometimes while clearing a squatter's land I'll find Psilocybe mushrooms and take them back home and get high when I'm done working. It makes for an interesting experience and my favourite thing to do is lay on the top of my van and watch the stars for a while.

I have a mullet and I am awful proud of it. It's easy upkeep since I can cut it using the mirror of my van.

I've drank my own piss on more than one occasion. The first time was because I was dying of dehydration out in the bush and it kept me alive for 2 days until I found water. The second time was for science. Certified Piss Kink Guy. (Editor's note: I do not in fact have a piss kink.)

I have infinitely large balls.

I am a bogan. I am proud of that too. Viva la boganism.

I am Ameristralian. I was born in the US and came to Australia when I was 2 years old—both of my parents are American but my parents lived in Australia for work. I grew up in Australia but when my parents split Dad went back home to California to buy back my grandfather's station and I spent most of my high school years in California (years 10-12) and lost my accent. I now live in Australia with a very thick American accent so I get the "lost tourist" spiel a lot and I reckon I'm never going to stop having to prove I'm Australian. It's gotten me into pub fights before and will continue to do so. I had a stroke in 2023 and now have my Aussie accent back LMAO

I've been told I'm "Sniper IRL." (Cheers, bloke I met in a Sydney pub, for getting me into TF2 by telling me this.)

I fucking love crocodiles to a possibly dangerous degree. Technically I love everything nature and especially animals, but crocodiles are just something special to me. I blame Steve Irwin and the fact my favourite thing to do as a nipper was go up to Darwin with Mum during the dry season and go croc spotting.

I like TF2, nature (particularly plants and animals), astronomy, and history. My special interest is sniping. I also love science and medicine. PLEASE ASK ME ABOUT THESE THINGS BECAUSE I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THEM.

I swear a lot. I will not apologise for it. Fight me, cunt.

Please ask me about the shit I've seen out in the bush. I have so many stories. Actually, just ask me anything. Just talk to me in general, please. I need it.

I like knives (penchant for Bowie knives and machetes), firearms (penchant for antique bolt-actions), and old cars. I think pre-1970 Land Rovers are pretty spiffy. I can alternatively be invoked by incorrectly stating what model of Land Rover Sniper drives. It's a bloody 1965 Series IIA!

DO NOT ATTEMPT ANY OF THE SHIT YOU SEE ME DO ON THIS BLOG. I AM A PROFESSIONAL AT WHAT I DO—ATTEMPTING TO REPLICATE IT IS LIKELY TO RESULT IN SERIOUS HARM AND/OR DEATH. DO NOT GO INTO THE OUTBACK UNLESS YOU ARE WITH A GROUP AND HAVE AN EXPERIENCED GUIDE WITH YOU.

If you wanna learn the rest of the lore, you'd best delve the blog. ;]

I can also be found on AO3 also under Blubushie.

A GUIDE TO MY TAGS

IMPORTANT BLOCK TAGS

blu lewd: Horny asks and reblogs of suggestive art. I'm making a tag for this since I've been getting so many asks from thirsty anons (I love you, thirsty anons). MINORS: BLOCK THIS TAG OR I WILL BLOCK YOU.

haemocyanin: Usually reblogged gore art (blood is not included in gore, I'm talking viscera). Also includes discussion of gory topics. THIS TAG IS STRICTLY GORE. Please block this tag if that makes you uncomfortable.

blu slew: Discussion of hunting. May contains photos from hunting. This includes animal death/animal gore, so anyone who is uncomfortable with seeing this PLEASE BLOCK THIS TAG.

blu a fuse: Rants/sad hours/personal journals. Basically me screaming into the void. May include discussions of trauma so if that bothers you please block this tag.

blu jarate: Anything that mentions piss in referral to urine because it's brought up a lot on this blog (not in a kink way, just in general). Block this tag if piss makes you uncomfortable.

blu boos: A personal medical journal of sorts. Block this tag if talk of injuries disturbs you.

Postbin: Hate asks. Will probably include transphobia or homophobia or intersexism because people pick on the easiest things ay? Block if you don't want to see people clowning on me.

GENERAL TAGS

💙: Random thoughts or stuff from me. No worries, I don't ramble often. Also contains reblogs of things I just Vibe With that don't fit any of my other tags. Formerly #bluposting

blu news: Updates on my life. This may include failsafes.

blu zoo: Discussions of animals and plants. May contain pictures of things I see on my adventures!

blu whos: Answered asks. Please send me asks or talk to me in literally any way as I often spend weeks without even seeing another human out in the bush and let me tell you it is NOT good for one's state of mind. I may not like people but humans are social animals and it's a terrible Catch-22. Ask me about my work or life or my fic or about TF2 lore or Sniper or literally anything please.

abad: Discussions or asks from Ask Blu Anything Day, a monthly... Event? Where some of my ask rules are suspended. ABAD is your licence to go nuts in my ask box, and the rule of ABAD is that I have to answer everything honestly.

blu drew: My sketches. I don't do digital art so all of it is traditional and usually of varying quality. It's typically animals or plants I see out in the bush.

blu bushie: My adventures in the wilderness.

🍄🍄🍄: Contains discussions of drugs.

🍄: Triposting! These are trip reports from the times I get high on various different drugs, but usually mushrooms. Also contains any posts I reblog or make while under the influence of drugs. (Formerly #blu flew)

🍺🍺🍺: Contains discussions of alcohol.

🍺: Drunkposting! Contains any posts I make while under the influence of alcohol.

learnin the blus: Random thoughts/rambles regarding my fic.

blu hoohs: NOT MY ART. Just stuff I've REALLY liked and reblogged. My own art is never tagged with this.

blus clues: Me speculating on headcanons and lore, usually about TF2. I love lore speculation.

sniperposting: Shit specifically about Sniper since I seem to talk about him so much. Also things from my life that Sniper would also probably do.

blu pew: Weapons, mostly firearms and knives.

bushman: Reblogs relating to survivalism, bushcraft, hunting, fishing, nature, and the land. Also includes reblogs of things related to these.

stockman: Discussing my former job as a stockman.

true blu: Things specifically relating to Australia. Usually cultural things.

code blu: Things relating to medicine. This especially applies to bushmedicine.

blursed: Reblogged shit that I think is cursed. Usually text posts, sometimes images.

blusome: Just uplifting things I see and reblog. Everybody needs some added light every now and then.

blu spew: Funny things. Titled for me spewing out my coffee in the morning when I see them.

blu polls: My polls.

blu views: The VERY rare occasions I discuss politics. Most of this is either about firearms or rarely nature conservation.

mistyposting: Posts relating strictly to Misty.

moonyposting: Anything relating to Mundy, my emu. On this blog he's referred to as "Moony" so as not to have him confused with Mundy from my fic (or canon Mundy).

blu tunes: Anything relating to music.

blu chew: Anything relating to food.

ford blu: Anything relating to cars.

blu id: Posts where people ask me to identify animals and plants.

blu marbled jack: Anything relating to Jack. This is because I once saw him eat an entire block of cheese.

ask game: Ask games I find.

answered asks: Answers to things I've asked.

blubook: Posts relating to literature. It's a pun about the Australian boobook, a type of owl. Get it? Because owls are smart? And it's reading? Nevermind.

fanart: Art specifically of me because I had one person do it (cheers Lilac) and now I'm making a tag of it just in case other people do more.

blucord: Discussing things that go down in the Discord server.

blu muse: Poetry I write (because apparently I'm doing that again).

blu misc: Anything that doesn't fit into the rest of these tags.

blu queue: Queued posts.

blu reviews: Submitted posts.

bluroarer: Things I'm tagged in.

smoke signals: Back-and-forth discussions in reblogs.

dozposting: Posts about my lovely lady, @eyes-like-iron-fangs-of-rust

horseposting: Me talking about horses. I fucking love horses.

dream journal: Where I log my dreams.

eminence: Me infodumping about DND/my DND character Redd (cuz Redd + Blu = eminence purple).

PMP: Info relating to my job as a pest management professional.

matildaposting: Me discussing my late 70s Dreamer camper or other campers.

🌌: Wereshitposting—late-night blogging I get up to when the world is quiet and I can't sleep.

Also I'm writing a Speedingbullet fic on AO3 because it's boring out here and I have brainrot so go read that I guess, cheers. Chapter 10 is my magnum opus.

Here's the link to the original F/M version of the fic, and here's the link to the M/M edited version of the fic. The M/M version isn't as good and there may be pronoun errors here and there because the F/M is my primary focus and how the fic is originally written. The M/M version is also discontinued at Chapter 7 as I couldn't work Jesse's backstory properly into Jake. Sorry, folks.

If you're looking to do fanart or something I have a reference for Jesse and Suki. I also have an appearance detail for the rest of BLU team. (If you do fanart of Jesse and Mundy together I will love you forever and ever.)

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charkyzombicorn · 1 month

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Well fuck Dragon! Au where he tries that bias bullshit on Crocodile and gets kicked in the dick for it while Crocodile just leaves with their son. Au where Luffy is the prince of Baroque Works and Robin is his bodyguard/best friend

I'm so sorry I lost this in my asks!!!

I saw that SBS that said Croc would spoil his kids rotten and yes definitely absolutely also timeline what timeline anyway

Croc left the RA when Luffy was abt 2 months old, Iva didn't want to directly betray Dragon so they started the half level in impel down and was down there for a while monitoring comings and goings and conveniently missing every letter their vice monarch sent abt Croc being stashed away on Peachy Island - he didn't Need need to but sailing on his own with an infant would be rough especially since most of his contacts were also connected to Dragon (and not completely coincidentally on Dragon's part) so he would be sailing alone. Peachy Island is also where he meets Bon Clay (13-14 at the time) and he becomes something of a son to Croc.

Croc and Luffy spend 3-ish years there before Croc decides he's not in fact done playing with fire and he wants to be a warlord so he can be a pirate with a respected home territory to keep Luffy and also because staying still so long made him Itch. Luffy spending 3 years surrounded by people with a bit more focus on vanity and identity mixed with being raised by Croc does mean that Luffy gets a sense of style! Croc does not allow jorts in his house :( so Croc forms a small crew with Daz (afab went to peachy Island to fight Ivankov for testosterone got a found family is still on the quest for T), Zala (Old Old contact I'm aging her up 20 years because reasons. She knew Croc back when he was still on Whitebeard's ship and is one of the few that doesn't care at all abt the RA), Bon Clay (Croc was hesitant to bring him but he could more than hold his own Croc made sure of that), Drophy (left Amazon Lily because she fell for a man but then she killed him teehee she was on Peachy Island for groceries mostly) and Galdino (his sister's trans and lives on Peachy Island he visits her and her kids sometimes)

They set out, Croc making a massive name for himself mostly by accident (he likes planning things but he can't help being cool) but then the marines strike a deal - if he can remain an active pirate while being targeted by the other warlords for 1 year then they'll give him the warlord title (it was harder to become a warlord back then) so Croc says deal but then secretly gets Garp to pick up his grandson, says in no uncertain terms that if Luffy gets mistreated Garp will never see him again and Garp humors him mostly but still agrees and takes him to Dawn. Meanwhile the hunt begins, the only current warlords are Mihawk, Doflamingo and Moria and Croc manages easily enough by seducing two of them and beating the stuffing out of Moria thrice. He only wanted to keep Luffy away because he didnt trust any of the warlords to not do any research and find his glaring weakness. Also because Garp had been nagging him for years to let him see his grandson (Crocodile doesn't like the seperation, he's very clingy in an Italian way)

So Luffy lands on Dawn, immediately calls Shanks crusty and says he smells like if you soaked a sock in booze, Shanks thinks he's the funniest little guy ever. All the Shanks stuff happens, then Croc comes back for his kid only for Garp to pull a fast one (and by fast one I mean he told Dragon abt Croc and Luffy and Dragon decided to fuck with the groundwork Croc was laying in Alabasta so Garp could hide Luffy better this was not coordinated the Monkey family is just rude) so Croc had to turn right back around to chase Dragon away and Garp threw Luffy up the mountain (Luffy knows his dad's coming back for him but he doesn't know how long it'll take since his dad's only late when something bad happens and he eavesdropped that what his dad was doing was dangerous. Ace asks how Luffy knows his dad isn't dead, Luffy doesn't have an answer)

While Croc is away he finds Robin and takes her in

By the time Croc can get back to Dawn Luffy has 2 brothers and a sister and Croc decides Dragon and Garp keeping him from his kid means he has full rights to take the three new ones also

When he starts Baroque works the kids are called the Wani's (after bananawanis because they're as cute and also as vicious as them to Croc)

#one piece

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fillsta · 9 months

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Les Amis & Co: Beach Day Edition

Because it's summer and I had to

Enjolras:

My guy, he's so pale he needs an entire bottle of sunscreen to not get sunburnt. And he really doesn't care, everyone is after his ass holding the sunscreen, trying to 'at least cover his back because he'll be looking like a blonde strawberry by the end of the day'. Brings only a towel and his wallet or sth. Wears his swimsuit, flip flops and a t-shirt.

Combeferre

The dad of the group. Makes sure everyone has sunscreen on amd everything they need and you can hear him yelling "DON'T FORGET YOUR HATS" every hour or so. With every opportunity he gets, he's dropping random facts about the sand, the sea, the random crab grantaire just found etc etc. 80% of the time he's reading a book in his lil beach recliner chair. Brings an entire backpack filled with everything anyone could possibly need at the beach. Same kinda outfit w enj's, just with sneakers (bc he's driving everyone there) + a nice hat

Courfeyrac

He cannot put his ass down. Homeboy is always hyping someone up to play games. Beach rackets, volleyball, whatever. He and Gavroche sre having a BLAST. Nags to Combeferre about having to wear his hat the entire time. Brings a small bag w his stuff + another one filled with beach balls, rackets etc. Swimsuit + unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and a funky bucket hat

Grantaire

Vibes around drinking beer. The type of friend to splash water on everyone while they're trying to get into the water (particularly Enjolras). Goes looking for random shit on the rocks. Brings a fanny pack for his phone and cigarettes. Towel?? Don't know her. Shows up only in a swimsuit and at some points, he takes it off for shits and giggles

Bahorel

Have you ever been to the beach near a cliff side and there's this one mf who climbs on top of the cliff to perform an epic 11 meter backflip into the water? Yeah that's Bahorel. Bitch just goes around looking for ways to possibly get hurt. He doesn't. Deffo has a paddle board. Gets a crazy ass tan. Brings only the bag for the board and puts the rest of his stuff in there. Wears one of these shitty low armpit shirts. And a 'women want me fish fear me' baseball cap

Feuilly

He be taking beach day seriously. Brings snacks for everyone, randomly pulls out a sketchbook at some point. Gets excited over cool rocks and spends more time than necessary on making a sandcastle. Cannot go into the water on his own, at least one of his friends have to be swimming as well. His back is red asf at the end of the day. Hawaiian shirt but buttoned up. Carries an extra tiny bag for his book and sketchbook.

Bossuet

Somehow, he'll find a way to get stung by a jellyfish (and grantaire will almost immediately offer to pee on him). If not, he steps on a sea urchin. Or gets his leg scratched on a rock. But still he manages to have fun. In charge of the aux chord. Is extremely annoyed by grantaire and his splashes. A standard bag, has a t-shirt on but it obviously falls into the water by accident so he has to be shirtless on the way home (Musichetta and Joly don't mind at all). Lost his hat :(

Joly

Speaking of joly, mf's crazy over sunscreen. At least 3 times a day, they apply a new coat, hydrate every 10 minutes and will not let ANYONE go into the water if they've eaten anything, not after at least 2 hours pass by. Pull up wearing a speedo, jorts and a short sleeved button up. Amd a big ass hat. Huge af beach bag.

Jehan

It's their time to shine. They spend most of the time posing for pics but at the same time they're kinda shy abt it. Went into the water like once. One of these 'beach please bags'. They're wearing a flowy summer dress and like swimming shorts and a bikini top kinda thing. Staw hat person

Marius

He's dying inside. Bro's under the umbrella, watching everything, hoping time will eventually come for them to go home. Courf tries to get him into the water and he succeeds. Unfortunately, les amis do not let him go, they force him to be a part of the summer fun and at some point, he starts enjoying himself. Gets sunburnt. Bro shows up in jorts snd a polo t-shirt and changes into his swimsuit there (also he's definitely one of those guys who keep their underwear underneath). Unironically wears a fedora hat. Carries 26383 bags + Cosette's bc he's a gentleman above everything.

Cosette

Photographer of the group. Takes pictures of everything and everyone. Also takes videos of the stupid shit grantaire does and makes sure they o over to the gc immediately. Provides everyone with data, she's the hotspot friend. Jehan is her main model. Tries getting a tan, fails. Short flower dress over her black bikini and sandals. Matching straw hats w jehan.

Eponine

Omg sis has 2 siblings to take care of. Runs after Gavroche and Azelma all the time to keep them from doing stupid shit. She and bahorel do swimming competitions. Has like a big ass water bottle (joly approved) because she always gets dehydrated. And Gab and Azelma never drink water, ever. Doesn't go for a tan, still gets a great one. Old crusty bikini and just jean shorts over it. She'd like to go topless but isn't all for it yet. Has to carry her siblings stuff as well.

Musichetta

Ok sis is a great swimmer. She's in the water 24/7 vibin, swimming, playing games. No-one can get her out of there. She doesn't really eat much but if. There's any juice, she is drinking it all up. She loves her beach juice time okay? One piece swimsuit and a see-through coverup tied around her waist. Just a small beach bag is okay for her

Gavroche

As soon as they arrive, lil bro's in the water playing already. Then he pulls out water guns and declares war on everyone. Annoying little shit, but they all love him so much. Courf keeps him occupied by playing with him all the time. No one complains. Eats all of Feuilly's snacks. Begs Eponine to let him do stupid shit with bahorel. She does NOT give in, so he just finds a small rock to jump off of into the water nearby. Creeper swimsuit.

Azelma

Quieter than her brother but she follows along. Hellps Feuilly w his castle. Keeps Marius company when she's not in the water. Cosette asked her if she wanted her pics taken and she was ECSTATIC. Flowy dress and a flower pattern one piece underneath.

Bonus Montparnasse:

Floatie guy. Bro has like an inflatable donut and once it's in the water, he's off. Falls asleep on it and someone was to swim like a mile away to bring him back. Brings very few stuff with him. Like grantaire, just a swimsuit is fine

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jacksoldsideblog · 5 months

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Not an ask but some ideas for fem Tyler:

She would never buy woman’s clothes. (Well she might in some second hand store). Cus that’s just a fucking scam- like they make them more expensive and from different materials to make them last less time. It’s just ridiculous really. Also I think she would make her own clothes from whatever shit she found (Idk just a thought). No bras!

Honestly she could just shoplift but that s up to you.

Spends half of her time making jokes on men’s fragile ego and toxic masculinity. And their need for having a sense of control and feeling of superiority is the reason why they try to shame women into fitting the “society expectations” (don’t know how it’s called in English).

Besides that I don’t think she would be that different from the cannon Tyler.

And as for Narrator then I think she would have this lanky (?) body type/posture I have no idea how to explain this but me and my other insomnia suffering friends have/had this weird skinny body type with little tummy because we don’t move much. But it would be before fight club.

I want her to complain about her back pain (just a me thing)

She would wear those cozy (little boring) sweaters.

I feel like Narrator would be the only boxers and too big sweaters type and Tyler the only pants and or boxers type idk

No need to answer this - it’s just my thoughts - anyways do what you want with it

You're right you're right!

I think Tyler would thrift her clothes. Men's clothes are easier to pick out (more accurate sizing, especially pants), made of more resilient materials, more functional. Why wouldn't she? The only potential complication is sometimes they're too big, but Paper Street has this old beat up sewing machine and Tyler(/the Narrator), like plenty of women growing up in the 70s and 80s, had to take a home skills course. She can damn well use a sewing machine, make clothes fit her well enough. And don't get me wrong, I think she would still wear goofy things like male Tyler. It's just, she's very function first. Homemade jorts, leather jacket, neon crocs because she decided to go fishing in the half dead creek down the road, kind of thing.

I think it'd be less that she jokes about male ego and more that she just speaks on it like it's casually accepted fact like the grass being green and the sky being blue. Like, sure everything she says could be proven with a study and already has been probably. But she doesn't really care about that. Someone in fight club mentions having an abusive husband who was a police officer and she just goes "Well yeah, policemen are four times more likely to beat their wives. It makes sense since it's not like their buddies will convict them." As if that's a casual thought and connection everyone has made and remembered in their lives. Martin complains about how most men who want to fuck him also want to degrade him and Tyler just says that's because men consider the things they fuck to be objects not people, so degradation and penetrative sex go hand in hand.

She says this like someone talked about it being rainy and she's saying there was clouds out earlier.

Wrt the narrator's body, yeah totally. I've been there too. When you're a bit underfed because you can't muster up the energy to eat or feel hunger and you have no muscle because all you do is try to sleep or sit in an office chair. Moving in with Tyler is like getting a personal trainer because Tyler takes personal offense to women not eating properly. She WILL orate on how society teaches women to have a dysfunctional relationship with food as a method to control them. Sells them the lie that they can exert control in their life by starving themselves so they don't realize they can control it by rejecting beauty and castrating men. Sells them the lie that not feeling hunger properly is a mild problem you can ignore.

Back pain from muscle weakness due to overall lack of muscle tone would be a thing yeah. The narrator would be at her healthiest in that absolute health hazard of a house.

Yeah I do think the narrator would pretty quickly jump on the "just walking around without pants on" train, was sort of always on it in private at least. Wears sweaters or something to deal with the drafts in the place. Tyler does the opposite, wears pants sometimes. Rarely shirts. Believes all women need to normalize their body to themselves not as something to look at but the thing they are, not what they inhabit. Pesters the narrator into doing random household construction projects while wearing the minimum amount of protective gear and clothing required.

#asks #female fight club au #fight club #yes

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tegr1dy · 8 months

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happy sunday here’s what kind of vintage i think the boys would be into if they were in the flea market scene

stan: just there as a buyer. he’d collect tees of his favorite bands of course and he’d spend lots of time flipping through record booths. he splurges on little toys and funny things he remembers from his childhood & doesn’t really care about rarity he just likes the nostalgia & novelty of it all. also picks up a few cheap basics like flannels

cartman: he’d be a t-shirt dealer. INSANELY overpriced. middle schoolers go wild for his booth. he probably has a lot of 90s anime tees + jncos and jorts. literally doesn’t give a fuck about customer service, sits there smoking a joint all day. leaves his booth to go get stuff from the food trucks like minimum six times throughout the day and makes butters watch for thieves. butters nearly starts crying because people keep asking him for prices (oh yeah cartman wouldn’t write prices on anything)

butters/marjorine: also just there as a buyer. doesn’t really give a fuck about labels or value as long as it’s Y2K and slay

kenny: mostly into pre-1960s/antique workwear, denim. crazy ass who’s always on the road rescuing shit from old barns and abandoned houses, climbing into mineshafts. doesn’t wash anything before he brings it to sell. everything in his personal collection is falling apart + stained that’s all he wears. but he also has the rarest shit and is the most successful out of all of them purely due to his insane work ethic

kyle: im not sure he’d care about vintage clothing because it took him a while to not be grossed out by his skin touching things that are so old and used. similar to stan he partakes for environmental + ethical reasons. he nerds out about old photographs, books, sports and game memorabilia, etc. also buys little toys or dumb keychains/magnets/pinback buttons to surprise stan with

#this is very like california flea market scene specific #originals #please talk to me if you’re into vintage by the way this post is my two main interests colliding

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shit-talk-turner · 2 months

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can they people who come here with made up stories about hooking up with Alex make their tales at least interesting or captivating?

// After much deliberation I have decided to break my silence. I first met Alex in 2017 in France during the recording of TBHC. I knew our love was wrong, not because he had a girlfriend, I didn't even know who he was at the time, and I never saw the Taylor tattoo because he was always fully dressed during our encounters. No, it was wrong because of our age difference. While I look like a beautiful young French actress from the 1960s I am actually a 19 year old vampire. As in, I have been a vampire for 19 years and was also 19 years old when I was turned so that's 38 total and much too old for Alex who was 31 at the time. I knew our relationship could never last, but I was irresistibly drawn to this odd little man who appeared in my French village one day with his black Wurlitzer piano strapped to his back, his masculine frame easily carrying the weight like a very light sack of potatoes. He didn't speak French, and even though I speak 17 languages including all those ones from Lord of the Rings, I struggled to understand his unique blend of Sheffield and LA accent. Instead we spoke the language of love. He played me sweet music. I fed him red wine from my ruby lips. He told me he had a secret, it sounded like a rusty key unlocking the door of his heart. I sucked him through his jorts with my delicate fangs and though I knew I was a monster he treated me like a friend and added me to his Whatsapp group chat. We spent a glorious three days together, filled with sado-masochism and the Larry Sanders Show, and I asked him if he would join me among the ranks of the undead. He only shook his head sadly and whispered "Dans leur coeur il y a des cactus. Aïe-aïe! Ouille! Aïe!" Without my Alexander my immortal existence grows dry and flavorless. I spend my days in my French village growing potatoes to honour his memory. Would I recognize him if he were to return to me? A wrinkly old man with a slightly different haircut and a strange sadness in his eyes? O by all the stars in heaven I swear I would know his unique scent of cigarettes and gasoline and the sound of his little boot heels on the cobblestones of my soul! Return to me mon amour! Return!

BRAVO!

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connorsjorts · 5 months

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Hi Jorts!

I felt the need to come tell you about how your fics were relevant on my trip today.

We went on a day trip to Frankenmuth in Michigan and they have Bronner’s Christmas Wonderland, which is like, the biggest Christmas store in the world or something? ANYWAYS LOTS OF CHRISTMAS it’s very large but also it has a slightly unfortunate name because I’ve been calling it Boners all day. 😂

So my entire day has been giggling at Boner’s Christmas Wonderland where Hank is obviously the Santa

I also just started reading long way home and the amount of Michigan Bigfoot merch that I came across today was wild and felt very fitting. <3

TEM!!!!! Thank you so much for this ask 😂 Hank, Connor, and Cole spend the day at the giant Christmas superstore and immediately after they drop Cole off at his mom's house, Connor slides his hand up Hank's thigh and says, "So will you take me to Boner's Christmas Wonderland now?" Hank rolls his eyes but ends up putting on the suit and doing as Connor asks

I'm so glad to know that no matter the au, these two are in the right place 💗 I was absolutely delighted to find out that Bigfoot is A Thing in Michigan. I'm so happy that you're reading long way home, sorry I haven't been able to reply to comments recently (it took me how long just to answer this ask?) but please know I OWE YOU MY LIFE. I am just thrilled every time I get a comment from you and they are really helping me through a weird time in my life! I appreciate you 💕💕

#ask

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duckduckquackity · 9 months

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Quiet. It was dark out now, the sun hiding in the distance as morning creeps closer. The torches surrounding the populated areas of the island being the only thing keeping the monsters that come out during the night from knocking him down. It was first time that day Quackity had truly been alone to ponder about everything that had happened. It was weird to think earlier he was warm, holding Gegg close with Forever nearby with Dapper as the kids cheered at the movie playing on the screen. The random selection of snacks scattered on the coffee table in front of them. Everyone eventually fell asleep where they were, no one bothered to actually move to their rooms. Except Quackity. He couldn’t sleep.

It shouldn’t have been him sitting there. It should have been anyone else, really. Hours before he had let go of Dapper into a storm that already has one of his friends in there. A friend who he hasn’t actually tried fighting the storm for. Instead Bad was the one standing out there waiting for the moment to get Charlie. Bad should be here with his family, with Forever, Dapper, and Gegg. Charlie should be with Mariana.

Is this how he repays them? They both let Quackity into their homes, into their lives, and all he does as a thanks is lose a kid and avoid a storm. For some dumb reason neither of them think he’s done anything wrong. Hell Bad believes in him. That’s just fucked. Of all the hurt people on the island to believe in he puts faith in Quackity, why would he do that? What does he gain from that? What are they after trying to do this shit for him? It doesn’t click, Quackity thinks. They can’t genuinely give a shit about him, there has to be some sort of deeper meaning in it. There has to be some scheme behind it all that he can’t see. So why the hell would Bad want him to take care of himself?

“Fuck,” Quackity cursed under his breath as he forced his jacket around his shoulders. Right. It’s cold out. The storm had moved onto other corners of the island, the rain had finally stopped. Some part of him wanted the rain to start again so maybe he can focus on something else rather than what he was thinking. But that’s not how it works. Nothing works the way he tries to make it work.

Now Quackity was walking just to walk. He didn’t really know where he was going, but it was a path he used many times before. The sites were familiar. The wall grew large again, the thing that initially separated everyone. Tallulah’s garden now littered with jorts still somehow seemed to be bright with hope, even if it wasn’t used for much anymore. Charlie’s house was more cleaned up than the last few times he saw it. It was weird knowing it wasn’t even in there right now, instead it was being tossed about in a storm. Fucked up thought since he was one of the last few to see Charlie before that.

Instead of stopping, Quackity kept going. Past the hole in the wall, past the random buildings people had made on the other side. Quackity glanced at the school. Right, he pretended to be a teacher didn’t he? Not that he was good at that. Maybe soon he should give the school to someone else. There. The remains laid to rest. A time now gone.

The house Quackity had built. It wasn’t even his idea. Nothing was ever his idea, actually. He stole it from his communicator when they started allowing access to certain sites. Now it was torn apart. The add-on that was Tilin’s room collapsed, he could find very little that belonged to her. The stairs leading to the upper half were surprisingly standing but they didn’t take the brunt of the explosions. The main house was teetering on the edge of falling into a heaping mess.

Walking up the stairs Quackity winced at every creak of the boards. A reminder that what was his home was falling apart. Maybe he could rebuild it, get out of everyone’s hair and prove he was capable at something for once. All he had to do was get the materials and spend a few days fixing on the base that remained.

Quackity shook his head, laughing emptily. He would never do that. It’s either he will do what he says or won’t. Something tells him he won’t fix this. Quackity sat down on the bench, that oddly, still stands strong. One of the few things that do. Being here was a rush of memories, most of Tilin, it stung despite knowing he’s alive out there. At the time it was him being a mess and her just wanting to be loved. No one helped. Why are people acting nice now? What do they want from him?

His hands came up to his face as he leaned back against the bench. Quackity felt his wings drooping against his bench. From his pocket his communicator fell against the bench.

The truth was there and he didn’t want to admit it. Quackity wasn’t getting any closer to being a better person, he was supposed to, but he wasn’t. Was there any progress made?

Fuck, he really was a problem, huh?

#[Stand-alone…?]#straightverse #you copied me! 🇺🇸#loud incoherent yelling #[ooc: the read more is there because i in fact got very into writing this and i’m actually proud of this sm WOO]

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outpost51 · 10 months

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Can I ask for something interesting about Omega? Maybe concerning Aria and Patriarch’s past conflict?

YOU SURE CAN J

So, in Helix, Aria arrived on Omega in the late 1880s as Aleena (yes, I know what the devs said, but it’s my city now and they can eat my fucking jorts lmao), fresh out of the commandos and later a krogan mercenary band. The station’s warlord took a shine to this little spitfire of a dancer — who kept herself sharp by spending her off hours in the fight pits, and who many of his people claimed was half-krogan — and took her under his wing, teaching her everything he knew and in the process, handing over his every weakness on a silver platter. She sat beside him during the day and schemed to take him down all through the night.

It only took a century for her to steal Omega right out from under his nose. A blink, for two people who had centuries left to reign. See, she’d been amassing a nice little troop of her fellow dancers, taught them her own methods of subterfuge, and one by one turned the warlord’s men against him through the galaxy’s oldest profession. Growing suspicious his most trusted Lieutenant perhaps shouldn’t have been trusted at all, he tried to have her eliminated — and there was no one left loyal to eliminate her.

So, with everything the warlord once held dear behind her, and knowing an honorable krogan wouldn’t possibly turn it down, she challenged him to single combat in the middle of Afterlife.

“You’ve broken my heart, Aleena,” he told her after hour six, half the club in ruins around them. “I gave you everything.”

“Aleena is dead,” she spat, lashing out with her biotics again. “And I earned everything.” If he was so keen on his melodrama, who was she to deny a dying monarch his last wish? She felt her powers coil tighter and tighter around his secondary heart, and with a sharp tug, crushed the organ and brought the warlord to his knees.

He had a name once — maybe he even still used it from time to time — but she dubbed him Patriarch, a word that meant nothing in her native Thessian, just like he now meant nothing to the scum of the galaxy. He made a good trophy, her Patriarch. A living, breathing reminder of the singular law of Omega: don’t fuck with Aria.

Besides, he was a good babysitter for Liselle.

#worldbuilding wednesday #helix series

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existingonthisplane · 1 year

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Okay so listen, as some of you know, I had the unfortunate realization that Will Byers is a jorts wearer.

But little did I know that that was a blessing in disguise!!

I would like to welcome you to:

The El Hopper and Will Byers Clothing style HC/How it started ??!

(That title is honestly too long)

So, if you’ve seen some random posts on here (or read the fic I’ve been writing) you already know that I HC Will and El (mainly El but Will gets roped in) to start exploring their clothing styles.

El gets super into it because it’s another way to express herself. It started off with Max in S3 but it’s gotten pretty big as she’s gotten older. At first starting off with just her finagling something together off of hand-me-downs and store bought things to her finally being able to explore other options once she has a source of income. She even starts sewing n stuff!!! It’s cool!

And because El gets as passionate about it as she does, I have no doubt in my mind that she starts testing and gifting things to her family.

Jonathan outgrew one of his favorite shirts? Boom suddenly it’s altered with extra patterns! It’s not the same but he still loves it.

Joyce has an old dress from when she was in hs that she doesn’t get any use out of anymore? Surprise! A brand new top and matching skirt just for her.

Will ripped his jeans randomly? Poof, suddenly they’re patchwork and distressed!!

It doesn’t always turn out great but it’s fun! And she’s experimenting and she just gets really really good at it. It’s becomes one of her stress relievers along with other arts and crafts.

Now to me, I think the Hopper-Byers siblings have a tradition. A tradition of sharing their art with each other. The whole trio are creatives in their own right and they love to mash those abilities together!

So when El gets her first wind of fashion shows and models and how all that works you can BET she’s sharing it. Telling how she’d think it’d be fun to do one. This is probably a little further into their stay at Lerona, Jonathan isn’t around as much and their mom is constantly busy. It’s just been Will and El, El and Will. They’ve gotten a lot closer.

Will is a little reluctant at first because he isn’t so sure about the whole “modeling” thing but El is pretty convincing and so after some designing (El showing her ideas, Will throwing in some of his own, then drawing together) and creating and everything else they’ve finally got outfits! And Jonathan offers to take pictures and Joyce gets out a video camera!

And the wonder twins make their debut wearing the most on brand Hopper-Byers family outfits but it’s got this El-ness about it. All clashing patterns but still a cohesiveness to it. The video doesn’t go anywhere and the photos get hung up within the house but it was so fun for the both of them. It was just silly and good and Will realizes he likes explore fashion with her. That them designing things together was super fun! Thus the WillEl fashion exploration extravaganza begins haha

At first it’s really just them spending time together. Will working on his art (probably the painting at this point) and El designing while she relaxes in his bed. But eventually it evolves a bit, where sometimes they design together or they just talk about it in general while their doing their own things.

El starts wearing some of her stuff more and more to school. She’s still having a rough time there and Will notices this. Especially when they get home one day and he watches her rush to her room and slam the door hard after a particularly rough day of bullying. He wishes he could come up with something to say. But he’s more of a show and not tell type of guy so he comes up with something else.

He’s a little nervous about the solution he’s come up with but he thinks it’ll help a lot. He turns on El’s hand me down sewing machine (she’d left it in his room the day before when they’d been art-ing together) and gets to work. That night he knocks on his sisters door and gifts her a flannel of his completed with a very messy but lovingly embroidered “Wonder Twins” written in purple on the breast pocket.

Will is wearing his own flannel, it’s not the same one but it’s close enough to what shes been given. His also says “Wonder Twins”, even messier than her own, and in yellow. Will goes on a whole explanation about how her bullies are dumb and don’t know what their missing out on. That she’s the coolest person he knows and he’s proud to call her his sister.

He nearly gets the wind knocked out of him at the force of her hug but it’s worth it.

She puts on her new shirt, and laughs when she notices that the breast pocket’s been sewn closed.

“You probably should’ve used the embroidery kit we have.”

“You mean the sewing machine?”

“No.” And she’d laugh some more.

The next day they’d wear their shirts to school. And El would probably still be getting picked on but it’s not so bad when she knows she’s got Will in her corner.

That’s how the tradition starts though, they start matching every now and again. Usually a Wednesday or a Friday. And at first it’s just little things but eventually it starts becoming full on outfits (I will draw these for y’all) and they evolve as the two of them discover what they like to dress in.

Eventually when they get back to Hawkins the tradition doesn’t really stop. It slows some during the War with Vecna and it’s a lot different considering it’s the apocalypse but they never drop it.

And when things are finally over and they can finally live a life that isn’t full of battling interdimensional creatures they’re able to bring it back full force. And it’s really full force because now they don’t care about what others think, about the kids their age would say or what they’d do, not after all the stuff they just went though.

So all through their last year of highschool, you get some crazy imaginative fits. Some of them are sleek and cool and others just go absolutely crazy.

El’s style is a mashup of so many things. She’s very versatile but it’s always always accompanied by some form of patterns and color. She is not a dull color kind of girl and it really shows. Her favorite thing to do is also accessorize, she’s got all kinds of things, a lot that she’s made. Earrings made of things she’s found around the house and repainted, charm brackets with giant charms, you name it!

Will’s own style is a lot more simplified but the edges of El’s influence still show on him. He’s kind of got like a preppy, neat and tidy look. But that’s just in the way that he fits the clothes to his body, all tucked shirts and ironed pants. No wrinkles. If you were to take that away it’d be a bit more grungy but with lots of color. A distressed undershirt here and there covered by a button up he’s left opened and tucked for example. El’s influence comes into place with the patterns. Sometimes he’ll get shirts that have crazy patterns on them that he really likes looking at (he starts to do this more as he gets older too) but mostly his crazed patterns can be found on the socks he’s wearing. He’s got a whole collection and it starts to become a habit for others to randomly gift him some too.

Eventually this kind of things starts to rub off on the whole party and now everyone has at least one pair of absolutely atrociously styled socks!

It’s a regular Wednesday morning. The party is meeting up in the cafeteria before school starts like they’ve been doing everyday for the past 2 months. Lucas is running late and the party is discussing where he could be considering how timely he usually is. Suddenly Lucas is bursting through the door “you guys won’t believe why I’m late” he says but everyone is too busy staring at his pug covered socks that he has on full display.

Dustin walking home after a DND meeting sporting a freshly bought pair of Albert Einstein socks where the guys face is on one half of each sock and if you stand together you get the whole face.

Max and El, chilling in her room. Max’s socks say sk8er girl in crazy fonts and random colors. El’s socks having kitten faces all over them

Mike and Will wearing matching Bob Ross socks that Will’d been given an extra pair of (fun fact i have socks exactly like these)

Do you see the vision???

Now to wrap it all up, I started this post saying it was a blessing in disguise that Will canonicly wears jorts and that’s because in reality, he probably still will even after his whole fashion exploration. But it is because of this that we now get the most cursed image of

Jorts wearing, patterned calf socks having, elevated bowl cut styling, Will Byers

#byler #rené’s thoughts #rené’s writing #rené’s hc #am I going to draw this?#probably #willel #el hopper #will byers #the party #the party stranger things #lucas sinclair #dustin henderson #max mayfield #mike wheeler #stranger things hc #willel wonder twins

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mrmallard · 5 months

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So back on lord-radish I talked about a Pokemon Emerald ROMhack I was playing called Pokemon Emerald Crest. It's kind of a gimmick hack, in that it aims to insert every current Pokemon in the franchise into Emerald as well as like Mega Evolutions, but it was really good as a gen 3 stan who didn't get beyond the gen 4 games. It was hard as shit too, every gym leader had a party member who mega-evolves - the one time I didn't savescum after a gym leader wrecked me with a surprise mega-evolution, their party jumped from three mons to six and their levels all rose by 5. It was insanely hard, and I kind of loved it.

But Emerald Crest is actually a really well put-together ROMhack. Not only does it have every Pokemon up to generation 9, but the ROM has an in-built randomiser with dozens - like actual, literal dozens - of options for you to toggle between. This ROMhack has an in-built Nuzlocke mode with parameters to make the challenge easier or harder. It has an Open World mode where you pick a town to spawn in, get a starter and branch out from where you spawned. It has features from Alpha Sapphire and Omega Ruby like Dexnav, and you can even see your Pokemon's EVs and IVs - this is the only time I've ever cared about those things.

I'll show you the party I used to defeat the Elite 4. I had to grind them up by farming Blisseys in Victory Road, which is honestly just ridiculous but I still kinda loved it:

That's Meep the Ampharos, which I named well before the Star Beast hype - it was a cutesy way of saying Mareep, which this Pokemon began as. Then we have Punchcard the Metagross, which I named because Metagross is said to be as smart as a supercomputer. This Metagross was permanently mega-evolved due to an oversight from the romhacker, and I really needed it to get past the last leg of the game.

Then we have Sutu the Lucario, which took most of the endgame to evolve BC I didn't realise its evolution was based on the time of day. Then we have Gorp the Gyarados, because Magikarp spends its time flopping around, and my starter Bagon DN the Salamence. Her name is a Deez nuts joke. And then we have Gogsar the Obstagoon, because Gogsar is a stupid corruption of Rockstar and the Pokemon design is based on KISS.

This playthrough wasn't randomised at all. I played from beginning to end with the Pokemon available in this ROMhack's basegame. And I'm talking about it again because I'm starting a new run with randomised Pokemon - legendaries included - on Open World mode. I'm also playing an updated version of the hack, 1.0.9.2, instead of 1.0.8.6. My understanding is that with everyone's Pokemon being randomised, the gym leaders don't pull that random mega-evolution on you any more - so the skill curve should hopefully be more balanced.

Here's my party so far:

We've got Jorts the Chikorita, which I found on Route 101, and Jonkers the Machoke who was my starter. I originally started a run without selecting all the options I wanted, so I ended up losing my first starter, a Honchkrow named Bronkers - Jonkers is named in his memory.

And here's the Dexnav entries for the first three routes of my randomised playthrough:

I'm gonna catch Pokemon as I please, but I'm gonna try and hold out for some interesting picks. I was thinking about getting Fuecoco but I already have a starter in my party so I decided against it.

#pokemon emerald crest #long post

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redfurrycat · 1 year

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🦎🦾🛫🦿Incorrect Quotes/Drabbles Top Gun & Pacific Rim AU - Series🦿🛫🦾🦎

Reuben Payback Fitch is in his private quarters at the Miramar Shatterdome, reading the latest report on the updates added to the Jaeger he’s co-piloting with Mickey Fanboy Garcia. They’re supposed to have another test later before their WagerTrek Jaeger is to officially launch an attack against the Kaiju.

His boyfriend was supposed to be in charge of the snacks for their much-deserved break. It’s been several minutes since he left. The Miramar kitchen isn’t that far from their quarters, so Payback is wondering what Fanboy is up to now.

He’s also feeling a bit nervous. Yesterday he received the engagement ring he asked to be engraved, and he’s wondering when to propose…

He’s thinking about different scenarios, toying with the ring, when the door of his quarters is suddenly opened, and his soon-to-be fiancé –hopefully– comes in with a huge smile!

Fanboy: ‘SUP, BABE?!

Payback, startled and moved frantically to hide the ring in his pillow: Yo, Mickey-boo. Why are you so late?

Fanboy: I was busy putting an end to our sufrimiento. ¡Tu boyfriend es un héroe!

Payback: What did you do? What suffering?

Fanboy: The kind que impieza con una J y una B.

Payback: J and B…Jake and Bradley? What about them? I thought they were currently avoiding each other because of another bullshit reason. Bullshit reason that is in fact an epic failed attempt at flirting that both sides somehow took offence from…

Fanboy: Let me explain what I did. So, do you remember my collection of action figures that nobody –but you– knows about?

[The collection Fanboy is talking about is an action-figures-of-every-Daggers-Jaeger-Pilot-in-their-PPDC-uniform-with-extra-accessories type of collection. It’s all part of the commercial aspect of the Jaeger-Kaiju War. Even though the Apocalypse is coming closer, some try to make a profit out of it, because there are a lot of groupies who like to spend their money to buy figurines of their heroes and the giant Godzilla-like monsters. Fanboy is one of the groupies, although he gets discounts and the Merchandise Team loves him – he gives them so many good ideas, like the Fanboy he is.]

Payback: Yeah. So?

Fanboy: Well, I asked the Merch Team to do me a favour and create two unique action figures.

[The first one is a Bradley Rooster Bradshaw action figure. The Rooster doll wears his Ranger & PPDC-issued uniform with a leather jacket portraying his Kaiju kills; however, he doesn’t have his usual accessories, he gets a Stetson, a wooden comb, and a toothpick box instead. Meanwhile the other action figure is a Jake Hangman Seresin doll wearing a mustache, a colourful Hawaiian-shirt and jorts with extra accessories such as a Bronco and a French bulldog figurine.]

Payback, speechless: For real, man?

Fanboy, excited: Yup. Then I put the Bradley doll in Jake’s room, and the Jake doll in Bradley’s. It should melt their pissy moods, perhaps they’re too chicken shit to face their feelings, but I’m hoping they’re far too gone on one another to throw the doll away…

Payback: I know you enough to tell there’s another step to that plan…

Fanboy, Aw. You know me too well, babe. There is!

Payback: ‘Kay, Mickey-Mouse, tell you what. I have five attempts to guess your plan. You win, I’m doing your part of the report about the test we’re conducting with WagerTrek. I win, I want my OWN customised doll and shit! ‘Cause this is so cool!

Fanboy: Deal, mi amor!

Payback; with a giant grin: Sweet, baby! Oh, and you’ve forgotten our snacks! ☹

Fanboy: ¡Joder! be right back!

[Fanboy runs to the kitchen to fetch their snacks while Payback put his ring away, a plan finally forming in his head. By the way, Fanboy also has a plan to propose to his boyfriend with an action figure!]

[The sequel of Fanboy’s plan to be set in another post.]

[This third post is in the same timeframe than the first one. And I’ve figured out what Bradley and Natasha’s Jaeger name is going to be. The FeatheredFlame!]

[I got the idea for this post once I saw @babyrooster’s post about Barbie!Rooster. It sparked something in my head! :D]

(Original Ring Picture source: x)

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[Pinned post with other stuff, related and unrelated to this AU.]

[Follow this tag 🦎🦾PR/TG🛫🦿 for more!]

#pacific rim au #pacific rim with top gun characters #mickey fanboy garcia x reuben payback fitch #reuben payback fitch x mickey fanboy garcia #mickey fanboy garcia #reuben payback fitch #hangster #sereshaw #hangaroo #bradley rooster bradshaw x jake hangman seresin #Payback and Fanboy are soon-to-be-work-husbands! The first married couple among the Daggers!#Matchmaker!Fanboy #WagerTrek Jaeger #🦎🦾PR/TG🛫🦿#🐈red🐈furry🐈cat🐈tag🐈

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