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𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔

𝙳𝚊𝚋𝚒/ 𝚃𝚘𝚞𝚢𝚊 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

✰𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠：𝐷𝑎𝑏𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑦／𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠，𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦．

✰𝐶𝑊 ：18+ 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑒， 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑏𝑖，𝑛𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑘 𝐴𝑈，𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦，𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑎i𝑗𝑢𝑎𝑛𝑎 𝑢𝑠𝑒，𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑛／ 𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟，𝑃𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘, 𝐷𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑦 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘，𝑂𝑟𝑎𝑙 （𝐹 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔) ，𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘，𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑥，𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑖𝑠 18 𝐷𝑎𝑏𝑖 𝑖𝑠 20．

✰𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡：7,854

Torture.

That’s how y/n would describe her High school years for 3 main reasons. 1 being that her parents were very controlling and barely let her experience the “high school” years that everyone hyped up so much. She had to be in all honors classes so that her parents could brag to whoever they felt were “high class”. Her whole upbringing her family made comments about her being too big so she had to make up for it with her smarts. She was always told what, When and where she could study, often forgetting to eat as she got older. 2 was that she wasn’t able to go hang out with anyone because she always had to study. She wasn’t able to have a personal life. The only times she was allowed to leave was for school related things or a part time job that would work with her hours. The only socializing she got to do was with the neighbors.

The Todorokis had moved in about 5 years ago. Y/n’s parents fell in love with the Todorokis and the way they made their children study hard and the way they were strict just like your parents. They were total snobs, just like your parents. So when your family first invited them over for dinner, you finally met reason number 3. Dabi. His real name was Touya but he said you weren’t allowed to call him that. So you never did. He was awful. Being 2 years older you, it made you his target.

For 5 years he picked on you. Nothing super drastic but any time your families got together he would shove you, make fun of you, leave you out, call you names. He often would make comments regarding your waist or thighs, but all you could say was “Dabi stop.” Neither of your families cared enough to stop the bullying. The other children were nice to you though, often picking you up whenever he knocked you down and called you nice names when Dabi made you cry. Dabi would just scoff.

As you got older Dabi would even go so far as to throw rocks at your window during the night to wake you up just to say something stupid and run away. It was like this for a few months until he cracked your window. When your parents saw the damage Dabi didn’t see you for a few weeks. The time he finally got to see you again he was excited. He missed his punching bag idly enough. So when he noticed you were moping around, dark circles around your eyes, he was confused. You were very jumpy. He was old enough to know what was wrong. Dabi didn’t ask questions though. He just started throwing softer things at the window. He even started to actually have conversations with you. Even if they were still to pick on you, he would actually acknowledge you as a person.

Dabi was well aware of how temperamental parents could be. Having his own issues with his family. Being the oldest of 4 he had to be the protector, often taking the blame for the other children’s wrong doings. He would often show up with marks on his arms or legs that were supposed to be covered with his stupid sweaters his parents made him wear. Dabi wasn’t scared of confrontation though. Except for when it came to confronting his feelings. Never knowing how to express his emotions with words, he was often a lone wolf outside of the relationship your families built. That’s why he was more than happy to express his emotions physically with you. He was never too rough with you but having you calling his name or shoving him back and looking at him with those big eyes when he finally spoke to you nicely (on occasion) made him ecstatic.

You still couldn’t stand him though. At this point he was pulling your hair and tripping you. Just to annoy you or get your attention. Only to laugh once you look at him with red cheeks and a scowl on your face. It became a routine for the both of you that didn’t seem like it would find an end.

2 years ago when you were 16 and he turned 18 you finally made up your mind. You fucking hated him. He had matured through the years and you were experiencing crazy hormones. You couldn’t even make yourself look away from him. He went off and got a bunch of tattoos and piercings, wore whatever he wanted, dyed his hair black, and smelled like an ashtray. You were envious. You’ve been counting down the days for when you turn 18. You wanted to feel free of the chains your parents bound you to. But you couldn’t lie, he looked good, and you hated him for it. The both of you were clearly the black sheep of your families.

The dinner your families had after he turned 18 were the worst. He was no longer leaving you out. He bothers you way less, but your lingering eyes are what caused his change in tone. He was still teasing you, but instead of “Look at you. Your so annoying.” It was more like “You can’t even take those big pretty eyes off me.” With the fattest smirk. You hated him but not as much as you hated yourself for actually finding him attractive. Your cheeks were always dusted pink. You always tried on multiple outfits before the Todorokis came over. He was never ugly, his personality was just obnoxious when you guys were younger, but with time he started to grown on you.

He was no longer shoving you either. He was instead placing his hands on your waist to step by you, even though there was plenty of room for him to get by. He would sit too close to you on the couch and throw his arm on the back of the couch behind you. His fingers would gently touch your shoulder and all you could manage to do is blush and “try” to scoot away. He even managed to corner you a few time and get inches from your face just to say stupid shit like “I know you want me,” or “it’s not nice to stare princess.” You couldn’t even control your thoughts when you thought about him. It just added fuel to the fire.

It was like that for another year until Dabi got his own place. You saw him a lot less. He still acted the same towards you. The last time you saw him was 6 months before you turned 18. The only thing you remember from the family dinner that night was your mother saying, “So Touya, I heard you found a special someome.” You don’t even remember his response because after a few minutes of sitting there you excused yourself from the table and didn’t go back down.

Your 18th birthday was a few days ago. You’re almost done with school. You’ve saved up some money with the part time job your parents allowed you to have. Things were going how you liked. The only thing bothering you haven’t seen Dabi since he apparently found a partner. That was 6 months ago. Even though you hated him, you couldn’t help but wonder how he was doing. You thoughts were interrupted by your phone buzzing. Your friend Toga had invited you to a party. You were about to text her back and say no your parents wouldn’t let you, but your 18 now. They can’t stop you.

Walking downstairs from your room, you see your dad in the kitchen. You don’t care for your dad, he’s no one important to you. He’s never home but anytime he is, he is always yelling or drinking when he’s home. You guys don’t have a great relationship but he’s a body in the house that you can ask questions. Slowly approaching while he is looking at his phone you let at a quiet “ hey dad.” He doesn’t even look up to acknowledge your presence. “What do you need y/n.” He already sounds annoyed. “I wanted to let you know that I am going to be going to a friends over night.” He scoffs, “no you’re not.” “I was invited to a friends so I’m gonna go. I’m 18 now.” He drops his phone on the kitchen counter and gets in your face. “You’re not leaving this house. My house my rules.” You feel yourself getting heated from embarrassment and anger. “ I’m not a fucking kid anymore. You can’t just keep me locked in this house.” You feel a sharp sting on your face. And suddenly your looking at the floor. You can’t see anything but red. Just so focused on the ringing in your ears. You feel your feet automatically walking you back upstairs to your room slamming the door with tears streaming down your face.

This wasn’t a common occurrence but it wasn’t a first. You laid on your bed and just cried for what felt like hours and eventually dozed off. When you woke up it was 9pm. Your dad was either drunk and asleep or off somewhere that wasn’t home, while your mother was probably home and in bed already. You went to go to the bathroom to take a rinse off and get ready for the party that was tonight. You didn’t care what your dad said, you would sneak out if you needed to. Maybe they wouldn’t allow you back in if they caught you. Your adrenaline was pumping and nothing was gonna stop you. Not even the possible consequences.

On your way out of the shower, you went back to your bedroom. You picked up your phone to text Toga and let her know you will try to make it. The thought of sneaking out definitely made you anxious but you knew you would do it. It took about 2 hours to get ready. Doing your hair, makeup, and picking out an outfit that didn’t make you look like a nun. You went shopping a while ago with your mom and while you were separated you picked out as many “inappropriate” clothing items as you could and bought them before she had the chance to tell you no. You wore a short black skirt with a white lacy top and some little black platform boots with white thigh highs with little bows. You were all set, the party was only a 10 or 15 minute walk or so, you felt pretty, but now was the hard part. It was a little past 11 pm and you started to pack a small purse with your essentials when you hear a thud on your window. And then another thud. And then another. Walking to your window and looking outside, you see Dabi and all his glory standing in your lawn looking up at you with that stupid smirk.

You just walk away from the window. Not wanting to hear what stupid shit he has to say. Going back to packing your bag you hear the repeated Russ again. You walk to the window and look down to see Dabi with his hands on his chest as if you broke his hearts. You open the windows and whisper yell “what do you want Dabi?” “Ooo you look pretty got a date?” “I will shut this window if you do-“ He rolls his eyes. “I wanted to say Happy late birthday.” “Thanks is that it?” “Well no I wanted to talk to you.” You roll your eyes, “wait here for a few.” He does as you say. He stands there looking at the closed window until it opens again and all he hears is “Catch!” Suddenly your purse is flying down which he thankfully catches, before he watched you climb out of your window and and onto the tiny bit of roof right outside. You look down at him and ask “If I slide down will you catch me?”

His eyes just about bulge out of his head. From the revealing outfit, your makeup, your sudden boldness, he was being thrown through a loop at the sudden change. “Um yea.. come on I got you.” He hold his arms out. You slowly sit on the roof and scoot to the edge and lower yourself down on your elbows until your close enough and feel his grip on your mid thighs. You feel heated with embarrassment as you gasp from at the touch and feel yourself fall forward… on top of him. Slowly you sit up and realize your straddling his waist as he looks up at you, hands rested on the side of your thighs, “You comfy?”

You start to stand up and profusely apologize. There was silence between the 2 of you for a moment before Dabi speaks up. His eyes take a closer look at your face. “You’ve got a little cut under your eye.” He points out.” “It’s nothing!” You say fast trying to not get upset again. “So where were you going so late? You sneaking out?” He laughed. “ Yea actually, or running away. I’m not sure which one yet” you say nonchalant, brushing off anything that could’ve gotten on you from the tiny fall. “Oh! Are uh- are you ok?” He asks looking around. “Like you care. What did you even want to talk about?” You say picking your stuff up as you start walking. “I wanted to see if you wanted to maybe hang out.” You laugh. You laugh like he said the funniest thing in the world. “You wanna hang out it me?” You ask looking back at him. “Well yea. I assumed you would say no but since you’re a free woman now I don’t see why not.” You face heats up realizing that you have the chance to actually socialize with someone, anyone, even boys, or Dabi. “I um - I kinda already made plans to go to a party toni-“ he cuts you off by saying “Let me take you there then. My friends throwing one tonight but I can take you to your lame one first, unless you wanna co-“ “You can drive me.” You say already walking to his car and opening the door to throw your stuff in. He smirks and gets in the drivers side.

Once your both settled in the car he takes off. “It’s gonna be on Tulip street” you say looking at the address Toga had sent you. David is looking through the windshield with one hand on the steering wheel and his other on the gear shift. “Looks like we have the same destination princess.” He laughs. Your eyes shoot him a glare “Very funny” “I’m serious. That’s Hawks address. I get to take you to your first party, I’m honored” he says moving his hand over his heart. You let out a chuckle. He bring his hand down and places it over you knee as you guys get closer to the house. You insides are on fire just like your face but you keep looking out the window. The silence is too loud for your liking. “You know that if you don’t like it or if nay one bothers you to come find me right?” He asks in a quiet but serious tone. “You wanna be my savior now? I’m surprised you haven’t even tried to shove me out into oncoming traffic.” He smiles coyly. “We’re both adults. No reason to be physical. It’s still fun teasing you though.” He says as he pulls up to the house.

The street is filled with cars and people walking up and down them. Dabi pulls the car into a spot that isn’t super far from the house. “Woah.” Anxiety starts to build in your stomach until you feel the grip on your thigh tighten. “Like I said, You have any problem come get me.” You look over to meet his eyes and they are filled with concern and care. Why is he being so nice to you suddenly? Why is he acting like he cares? You smile “I don’t know if I actually trust you but I’ll keep it in mind.” You say getting out of the car.

You and Dabi walk side by side up to the house where Toga meets you outside. Immediately she runs up and hugs you. “I thought you were bullshitting me! Omg it’s so good to see you!”Toga says holding you tightly as your laughing. “I finally got away!” “Dabi why are you following my friend around?” She scowls while pulling away as you start to look back and forth between the 2. “Relax she’s my friend too.” He says with a smirk. “We’re neighbors” you correct him when suddenly someone comes stumbling outside loudly. “Sup bitches! Why is everyone outside?” “Hawks your already wasted just go back inside” Toga says trying to shove the man back in when he notices you. Swiftly he maneuvers around her to come very close and personal with your face. “Hey there pretty lady. Care to come in for a drink?” He says wiggling his eye brows. You laugh a little nervously and catch yourself looking for Dabi who is already by your side. “Hawks, let’s go inside for a moment.” He says with a smile, throwing Hawks arm over his shoulder and walking with him to get inside without falling. “Well let’s go!” Toga says grabbing your hand and pulling you to drag you inside.

The music is loud. The atmosphere seems pretty good. You actually laughing and having fun. Toga offers you a drink but you decline. You guys find your way to a couch with multiple other people sitting around passing a blunt. “Let us join you guys” Toga says already finding a spot big enough for the 2 of you to sit. The blunt keeps going around until it reaches you. “I don’t even know what I’m doing” you laugh. “Let me try and teach you and if that doesn’t work we can shotgun it” Toga says before she guides you through it and you immediately cough your lungs out. “See you did it she chuckles. Passing it to whoever’s next to you. “Wait here I’ll get you some water.” She says leaving her spot to find the kitchen. The coughing dies down but now you feel like your on a cloud. The people in the circle all laughing and you join in. You don’t even know what’s funny but it’s hilarious. It comes back around and you hit it 3 more times.

Your body feels fuzzy. You hear your heart pounding over the music. All the sudden there is a body close to yours. Your red hooded eyes look up and notice a guy sitting next to you. His hair was white. Your brain thought for a second it was Dabi, but Dabi gets his hair forever ago. You blink a few times and realize this guy is really up in your space. “Hey doll, you wanna have some fun?” He asks leaning closer. You lean far back. A little too far that you fall off the couch onto your ass in-front of everyone. Closing your legs since your in a skirt the man stand up in front of you and you try scooting back. “What’s your name girl?” He asks crouching down infront of you. “Y/n” “wow y/n. What a pretty name. My names Shigaraki.” “O-okay” you say trying to scoot away so you can stand. Suddenly he’s straddling your legs as your arms support your upper body weight. Your body feels too weak to fight him off. “What do you want?” You ask looking away trying to see where Toga is. With your foggy brain it takes a moment to register he’s grasped your chin with his thumb and pointer finger. You look up and meet his lustful eyes. “I want you doll.”

Suddenly you feel hands under your shoulders, lifting you up, and knocking Shigaraki on his ass. Once your standing you tune around and see that Dabi is the one who picked you up. He leans down to your ear and says “We’re leaving” you nod as he grabs your hand and pulls you away. You look back and see that Toga was smacking the white haired man around and you start laughing again. The moment the 2 of you make it outside you feel like you can breathe so much easier. Still laughing as you finally make it to the car, Dabi stops lightly pushing you against the passenger side of the car. “What we’re you thinking?” He asks looking genuinely upset. Your still struggling to control your laughter. “I can’t think” you admit. Dabi opens the car door to let you in. You get in the seat and buckle up. As he does the same.

You look out the windows as he starts to drive, the street lights look so pretty. You roll down the window and the wind feels so freeing as it flies across your face. Suddenly your taking your seatbelt off and your sitting up on your knees with your upper body hanging out of the window. You can’t hear anything but the wind. You can’t feel anything but the sheer freedom of doing all the things you never thought you could do. Suddenly you feel a hand tugging at your shirt trying to pull you back in the car. You oblige and get back in your seat. “You’ve lost your mind.” Dabi says frustrated as you let out a chuckle.

The sudden realization hit you that you don’t know where you are. You look over at Dabi with panicked eyes “where are you taking me?” You ask a little to loud for his liking. “Relax, your high as fuck. You can’t sneak back in like that. I’m taking you to my place so you can chill for the night.” He says and your body relaxes. “I’m not stealing you princess. You can go wherever you want once it wears off.” You still blush at the nickname. He’s been calling you that for at least 2 years at this point. It’s supposed to be an insult but you’d be lying to say you’ve never thought about him calling you princess while he takes you from behind. Suddenly the car is slowing down as Dabi pulls up to a garage. His house is huge. Dabi finished college already. You knew he started a business but you didn’t realize it was super successful already.

“Come on let me show you around.” He says already at the car door with his hand out to help you. You take his hand as he walks you up to the front door. The inside is just as beautiful as the outside. You immediately take your shoes off and go jump on the couch. It felt like a cloud and you just start giggling again. Dabi walks off and comes back a few minutes later with a few snacks and some water. “Here. I’m sure you’ll feel better after eating something.” You sit up and he sits next to you on the couch. “Do you live here with your girlfriend?” You ask open up a bag of chips. “Don’t have one.” He says taking off his own shoes. He’s in a hoodie and sweats, But decides to take his hoodie off leaving him in a black wife beater instead.

You can’t keep your eyes off of him. You even scoot closer to look at his tattoos up close. You knew what he had but you were never close enough to appreciate the art. “You had one the last time I saw you.” You say with your eyes roaming his skin as you eat the chips he gave you. He just chuckles. “My dad set me up on a date. We only saw each other one time. She was a total bitch.” He says leaning back on the couch and grabbing the remote to turn on the giant TV in front of the 2 of you.

“You wanna pick princess?” He asks looking over at you. You finished the chips and are now drinking the water he got for you. “I don’t watch tv” you remind him. Every time he used to come over during your family dinners, your bedroom didn’t have a TV. “You wanna watch a movie?” You’ve finished everything he got you at this point and slouch back into the couch. “I thought you wanted to talk to me.” You say reaching for the blanket that sat on the arm of the couch. “I am talking to you.” He said with a smirk. You stick your tongue out at him, much like you used to when you were younger and he would tease you. He does the same but there’s something that catches your eye.

You sit up, kneeling on the couch, and get close to his face. Grabbing his jaw you say “open.” His eyes were wide. You’ve never been this bold towards him. He’s always been the one to make you nervous but now that you’ve got some green courage he feels his cheeks get a little red. One of his hands move to your wrist to grip it, while the other moves over to rest on the back of your thigh.

“What are you doing?” He asks confused. You gasp “Dabi stick your tongue out again.” You say annoyed that he didn’t just listen the first time. He obliged with a chuckle as he opens his mouth and lets his tongue stick out as he says “ahh.” Your eyes beam. His tongues pierced. Your face moves closer to look “did it hurt you ask” eyes observing his tongue as if your doing research. “It did a little bit yea” he says looking up at your eyes.

Your face heats up with embarrassment. You scoot away immediately upon realizing you were maybe 2 inches from his face. “I-I’m sorry I was just curious. I’ve always wanted one.” You admit. Turning your body to face his, while covering yourself with the blanket to sit cross cross applesauce. His looks over to face you “Your too much of a crybaby.” He chuckles. “Nu-uh” you say childishly laying your head against the back of the couch. You don’t think you’ve ever had this much fun in a day ever. You didn’t think you could have a normal conversation with Dabi like this either, but here you were.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” You ask genuinely curious. He has never been this nice to you, especially if you were together longer than a few minutes. He just shrugs his shoulders. “I never wanted to be mean to you” he admits. “I just didn’t know how to express my emotions for the longest, but once I learned how I couldn’t help but keep messing with you. I’m sorry.” He says softly. “We’re not so different you know?” You say. “Our families suck, we know the same people, and we both can’t deal with our emotions” you smile. There’s a comfortable silence as Dabi reaches for the remote and put on some cheesy comedy movie.

He disappears for a few minutes and comes back with a blunt. Sitting on the couch he lights it casually and just sits there smoking. You couldn’t keep for eyes off the way he smokes. He was gorgeous. He was doing random tricks that were sending pulses between your legs. The smoke spreading around the room, you get the courage to say “can I have a hit?” He looks over at you, “You sure? I don’t want you to do it just cause I am.” You roll your eyes and hold your hand out. He hands it over and you take a hit slowly. You didn’t start coughing immediately. This weed was different than what was at the party. Your body felt tingly and sensitive. You look up at Dabi with your bed red eyes and ask “how can I smoke like you did?” He tries to explain a few little tricks. You both end up laughing in the process of you struggling. It’s nice to see this side of Dabi for more than 20 seconds. “Toga told me about something called shot gunning. Can you show me how to do that?” You ask handing the blunt back to him.

He quirks an eyebrow at you before he agrees. “So I’m gonna pull smoke into my mouth and you’re gonna get really close and inhale what I blow out ok?” He says. You nod in a agreeance and scoot closer. He puts the blunt to his lips and inhales. He turns his face to yours, places his hand on the back of your head, and leans in. Your lips part as he starts to blow out smoke. You inhale as much as you can until he slowly pulls away. Exhaling, you feel that your heart feels like it’s beating in your throat and your whole body feels hot. Dabi has been impossibly close to you all night, he’s been protective, he’s even been taking care of you. You thoughts are running wild.

Dabi looks over at you. Your eyes are red and hooded, lips parted and glossy from where you must have just licked them over, and you’re panting. He takes another hit and leans in again to shot gun once more. This time he’s even closer. Noses bumping as he blows the smoke into your mouth while you’re inhaling. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He doesn’t pull away this time, instead he waits till your done exhaling to say “I’ve missed you.” Lips still extremely close. Any slight movement and your kissing. “I missed you too” you admit still breathless. “I think about you all the time. Can’t do anything with our thinking about my crybaby.” He says leaning in. Gently pressing his lips against yours. You practically whine into the kiss. Your body feels so sensitive, you’ve wanted Dabi for so long, your lips move along with his. The kiss is slow, like you’re both expressing years of emotions through this kiss.

The kiss is heated but slow. He places his hand on your thigh and you gasp. He takes this as a chance to slide his pierced tongue in. Once his tongue glides along yours you can’t help but moan. Taking both your hands and placing them on his face you open your mouth and stick your tongue out to rub on his directly and he allows you to. Teeth gently come in contact after a few seconds as he takes his large hands to sit you in his lap. Your back pressed to his chest while your legs hang off the couch as he rubs your thighs. “God I’ve wanted to do this for years.” He admits with a firm grasp on your thigh. You gasp. “Why didn’t you then? You knew I would have let you.” You know that he knew he could do whatever he wanted to you and you would have let him. “It was worth the wait.”

The kiss continues as you lean your head back on his shoulder. Dabi’s hands to spread your legs and then using ankles to keep them open. His hand are now on your waist and stomach. His hand on your waist is to keep you in place and the one on your stomach is gently rubbing in and down your torso. You feel you breath picking up. His hand continues to slide higher until he’s right underneath your breasts. He pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva still attaching your mouths, to ask “Can I touch you princess?” You nod. His large hands immediately cup your breasts through your shirt and he start leaving kisses on your shoulder up to your neck and his hands travel down. As he reaches for the hem of your shirt you nod again to signify you want him to. But he doesn’t. You whine and look over at him.

“Tell me what you want.” “I- I want you to touch me please” you say looking at him with that same expression you gave him earlier. “Good girl.” He takes your shirt and bra off in one go and cups your breast again. Coving around a little more this time he starts to play with your nipples. The stimulation is going straight to your core. You legs instinctively twitch and try to shut but his legs are preventing that. You can’t help but moan. You’ve never felt so sensitive. You’ve never even experienced anything like this. Your brain feels extra foggy.

His mouth found its way to suck on your neck, still tweaking one of your nipples, as he slides one hand down to rub your pussy through your panties. “Your socks have been driving me nuts all night.” He says as he gently nips at your neck. You pussy is practically throbbing at this point. You never thought that first person, aside from you, to touch it would be Dabi. Your moans come out in short pants as he continues to rub circles on your pussy through your panties. Your hand is in his hair with a tight grip as your hips twitch in his lap. That’s when you feel his hard cock pressed against your ass.

“Lay on your back for me princess” he says gently pushing you off his lap and standing up. He starts to take his hoodie off as you lay flat on his couch, covering your chest with your hands nervously. Dabi starts to crawl on top of you and notices your nervousness. “Do you want to stop?” He asks gently caressing your face. “N-no I just uh - I don’t know what to do.” You admit with a blush. “I’ll do all the work, you just lay there and look pretty ok? Be sure to let out all those pretty noises too.” He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and your back arched off the couch. He has one arm caging you in and the other has traveled between your legs, pushing your panties to the side to fully cup your pussy. You whine at the contact. You didn’t think someone else’s hand could make you feel this good. He starts by rubbing slow circles on your clit and then adding a finger while switching his mouth back and forth from one nipple to the other. Coming up for occasional kisses he asks “Does that feel good? Your little pussy is so wet for me princess.”

You feel like you’re in heaven. Dabi is absolutely amazing with his fingers. You feel your self getting closer to the edge and your hips start to buck up and meet his fingers. The knot in your stomach is about to snap when he all the sudden stops. Your eyes shoot open to look at Dabi who has the biggest smirk on his face. Your eyes are glossy and red but not just from the high, you were so close it felt euphoric and he just has to ruin it. “Aw look at the crybaby, Daddys still gonna let you cum. I want you to cum from my mouth ok?” He says and you nod. Sniffling and wiping at your eyes a little you look to see Dabi is already between your legs pulling off your skirt and panties, leaving you in just your socks. “If you want me to stop just tell me ok?” He says as he leans in and attaches his lips exactly where you need him. He lightly sucks at your clit while pumping a finger in and out. You stomach starts to feel the heat as the knot builds up again. Dabi can feel you twitching again so he removes his mouth. “Your taking it so well, you wanna cum baby?” He asks pumping his fingers in at a slow but steady pace. You nod looking down to meet his eyes. “Ask nicely and daddy might let you cum” you whine in disapproval but he can feel you clench around his fingers. “Can I cum?” You ask as he gives kitten licks to your clit to keep you on edge. You feel his cold tongue ring rub against your clit and you back immediately arches trying to push your hips closer to his face.

“You can do better than that baby, come on beg for it.” He says as his fingers speed up and he sucks at your clit again. “Ohh-ah oh my god please daddy can I cum? Pleasepleasepl-“ he stated to sucks harder and let out a groan in assumably approval and you cum. You cum all over his face and you don’t even have the chance to feel bad because he hasn’t stopped yet. You moan out chants of daddy as you continue to cum. He’s now licking all over your pussy to get every last drop of arousal. His tongue ring catches your clit every so often and it makes your legs shake.

Your hands have been gripping the couch for so long your knuckles now hurt. You’re out of breath from the over stimulation. Dabi finally come back up to your face to see your fucking out expression. “You did so good for me princess.” He leans in for a kiss. This time it’s rushed but still filled with passion. You can taste yourself on his tongue. He pulls away slowly and spreads your legs a little bit wider. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock. Can you do that for daddy?” You nod.

Dabi stands up and takes the remaining clothes he had on, off. As he takes his boxers off his dick falls out heavy between his legs. He’s so close to your face, so you take your hand and wrap it around his cock. Pumping it a few times, you feel the wet tip and stick your tongue out to taste it. After one lick Dabi places his hands on your shoulders and steps back just to crawl between your legs again. “I’ll let you touch me more next time, but I need to be inside you princess.” He says lining his tip up with your entrance. All you can do is wrap your arms around his neck and legs around his waist as you wait. His forehead is pressed to your as he finally pushes the head of his cock in your slick folds.

You wince in pain. The full head of his cock stings momentarily. He is covering your face with kisses as a single tear slips from your eye. “S-shit you’re so tight, you’re squeezing me so nice. That’s it, your little pussys taking me so well.” You whine as his hand come to play with you clit while he bottoms out. He’s willing to give you all the time in the world to adjust. You just look so pretty full of his cock. Maybe one day he’ll get to pump you full of his babies but not this time. He wanted this to be all about you.

Your body was on fire, the sensation of Dabis kisses, his cock stretching you, his hand playing with you clit, you already felt close again. “You can move now.” He places a kiss to your lips before he pulls back slightly and pushes back in at a slow pace. He repeated the same movements until he could hear faint moans fall from your lips. He then started to speed up and fuck you a little bit harder. “Fuck you’re so good for me baby. Am I making you feel good?” You moans were nonstop his cocks was hitting you in all the right spots. You felt so full. The knot if your belly was prominent and you could cum again but you wanted to hold out as long as you could. “Ye-yes fuck. Harder.” He couldn’t hold back anymore. You were feeling good because of him. All the whines and moans and whimpers were for him.

Dabi folded you in half like a chair and pounded into you. You were looking up at him with the prettiest fucked out expression he could have imagined. “Look at you pretty girl. Shit. You’re creaming all over this dick. Is that all for daddy? Who makes you feel this way hm?” Your moans turned louder and louder. “Yes daddy! Fuck. all- haa- all for you!” His pounding became for eratic. He was close to cumming. So close, but so were you and he wasn’t gonna let himself cum before you. He sat up, grabbed your ankles and put them by his shoulders. He snaked his hand around your leg and started to rub fast and hard circles on your clit. “Cum for me princess. Did so good for daddy.” You snapped.

His words were so dirty but yet so sweet you couldn’t help yourself. You pussy spasming on his cock. He was fucking you through your orgasm while chasing his own high. “Good girl. Say my name for me. Tell me who’s making you feel this good.” He was so close and you could see in his eyes he was gonna cum soon “you Dabi-“ “No sweetheart, want you to say my real name. Tell me how good I’m fucking you baby.” You whined and he felt you clench around his cock. “Touya you’re fucking me so good. Please cum for me Touya. Wanna make you feel good too.” He came in an instant. He pulled out releasing all over your pussy and stomach. The grown he let out was feral. You wanted to hear it 100 times over on replay. You were both out of breath but you couldn’t bring yourself to move as you look up at Touya who has pink cheeks. “Hang on just a second.” He’s gone for a few but comes back with water, a rag, and some clothes. He cleaned you off. Still slightly twitching from the stimulation. He laughed. He found it cute that you were so sensitive.

After he was done wiping you off he started to put some fresh clothes on. You reached for your skirt and tank top but Touya stopped you, handing you one of his shirts. “You can just use this. I’ll wash your other clothes.” You smile “Thank you Touya.” You say with a smirk and he glares at you. Once you get the shirt on he pulls you into a hug. “I really did miss you. I know I’m an asshole and I should’ve treated you better. I just needed to get you to talk to me somehow” he admits, sliding his face in the crook of your neck. “I missed you too. I was sad when you left.” You both stay in the embrace for a bit longer before Touya lifts you up over his shoulder and smacks you on the ass. “Let’s go to bed.” You yelp at the contact but laugh. Letting him take you to his bed where you guys cuddle and fall asleep after talking for what felt like hours, neither of you fell asleep until the Sun came up.

You woke up to your phone ringing. Your body was sore but when you opened your eyes you realize you not in your bed. The memories instantly come back to you as you sit up. You look at your phone to see your parents have cussed you out and basically disowned you but you could care less about that. Scanning the room you don’t see Touya anywhere. You see you still have on his shirt and your socks. You start walking around the massive house until you find him in the kitchen. He looks over after hearing you shuffle around. He gives you a warm smile. “Good morning princess. You walking ok?” He teases and you laugh. The 2 of you talk for awhile again until the question finally comes up.

“Soo… what are we doing?… like with each other” you ask not really sure how to go about things. “Well we can be whatever you want. If you’re not ready for me or don’t trust me I’ll wait for you. I always have.” You blush at the honesty. “My parents are never gonna let me leave the house again once I go back.” You said sadness welling in your chest at the thought of having to leave Touya to go “home.”

“Well…”

He said with his infamous smirk.

“Who said you had to go back?”

A/N: This came out longer than expected and I know it not really like Dabis actual character but is well🤪 please like and reblog

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Enter: Leo, Punk, Dig Dug and Vee + Vs: Pokemon Trainer Hop and Pokemon Trainer Bede + Evo: Goldeneye and Princess

As I woke up the next day, I enter the lobby to see Hop practicing his pokeball throw. He spots me and we talk to each other about this being the start of our legend. He wants to race me to Motostoke Stadium, and he jets of first.

As soon as I left, I was met with a League Worker. He was there to escort me to the stadium (even though it's a small walk away). Since it's his job, I followed suit. Once inside, I saw every challenger from yesterday waiting in the lobby, including Hop. I walked my way towards the desk. He told me that we must wear our official uniforms for any League related events. He gave me my uniform, and I went to the nearby changing room to put it on. It had the exact number I requested: 728. Now we were ready.

For the opening ceremony, Chairman Rose was giving a speech begining the gym challenge! He also introduced the Gym Leaders: Milo, Nessa, Kabu, Allister, Opal, Melony, and Raihan. Unfortunately, it appears that they're missing one. Than it was our turn to introduce ourselves: the Gym Challengers.

After the Ceremony, Hop was hyped up to really start our Challenge. Leon and the chairman walked towards us, congratulating us on officially entering the Gym Challenge. Rose introduced himself and was delighted to meet us, the 2 that were endorsed by the champion himself. He noticed that we already had Dynamax Bands, somewhat bragged that it was his company that invented them. He looked forward to this year's Gym Challenge. He wished us the best of luck as he left to attend to some business. Leon noted that Rose seemed to be in high spirits. Leon told us that we've only started as Galar Trainers, so we need to do more than just train our Pokemon. We need to train ourselves too. Hop was as excited as always, and told me the there's a set order that we need to challenge the gyms in. The first gym is located in the town of Turffield, which is beyond Route 3.

Once I left the stadium, another League Worker stopped me. He told me that the chairman asked him to deliver a gift to me: access to the Flying Taxi. The flying taxi allows me to travel from area to area quickly, as long as I've already visited the area. As I looked ahead, there was a crowd of people cheering me on. I decided to fully explore the city before I left for Turffield, helping a few people along the way. I picked up and bought a few Items here and there. I also caught a Chewtle from the River and named him Leo.

While on the way to the left side of Motostoke, Hop stopped me. He wants to battle me, per usual. I know i have no choice in the matter, so I accept.

You are challenged by Pokemon Trainer Hop!

Hop leads with Wooloo, and I start with Einstein. He hits with Tackle and I set up a Reflect. He tries to Growl me, but I ise Struggle Bug. 2 more are enough to finish Wooloo.

The next Pokemon he wants to send out is Scorbunny, do Goldeneye comes out. He uses Quick Attack to get some damage in, but it deals very little. A single Water Pulse takes him out.

Up next is Rookidee. I decide to let BroBro make her Battling Debut. Rookidee lands a Critical Peck turn 1, but I use Yawn to put them to sleep next turn. I decide to use Curse as he lands Another Critical Peck. Now with Rookidee asleep, I use a boosted Pay Day. (I taught BroBro the move Pay Day via a TM I picked up in Motostoke.) I used it a few times, KOing Rookidee and getting Money. I got $1,120 and picked up an extra $130 from Pay Day.

Hop congratulated me, saying he expected nothing but the best from his rival. He even gave me his one of his League Cards. He ran off towards Turffield since the 1st Gym is there.

Once I was done in the city, I went to Route 3. In the Grass, I found a little Pancham and named her Punk. I decide to swap out Einstein for Punk. I also battled a few trainers in Route 3.

Near the middle of Route 3, I found Sonia. She said that I looked "real ace" during the ceremony. She asked where Hop is, so I told her he went to Turffield. He really can't sit still, can he? She also told me about one of Rose's Companies, but I didn't pay too much attention. She also gave me an Escape Rope.

While battling trainers on 3, Goldeneye hit Level 16. You know what that means! Congratulations! Your Goldeneye evolved into Drizzile! Cool!

At the end of Route 3 was the entrance of a cave. I walked in and was met with the Galar Mine. When I walked in, the 1st Pokemon that I spotted was a Drilbur. I decided to catch her and name her Dig Dug. Y'know, like the old arcade game. I decided it was time to swap out Alvin. He did good. After catching Dig Dug, I explored the mines, fighting trainers and collecting items.

At the end of the mine stood a trainer. The trainer with grandma hair and bad clothing. He warned me that anyone with a Wishing Star was in for a beating. He asked if I was one of the trainers endorsed by Leon, and...called me a joke?! Bro, that was uncalled for! Turns out he was endorsed by the Chairman, who's more important than the champ. He decided to prove himself to me by battling me.

You are challenged by Pokemon Trainer Bede! (wait when did we learn his name?)

He sends out a Solosis and I send out Dig Dug. I use Rapid Spin to boost my Speed and he uses Confusion. I use Rapid Spin again, KOing Solosis.

Next up was Gothita, but I stayed in. I had a trick up my sleeve: I used the X-Scissor TR on Dig Dug! It barely didn't ko, and was hit with Psybeam. I healed with a Super Potion and got debuffed by Tickle. I used Hone Claws to boost my attack and accuracy and was hit by Psybeam. I go for it again, only to be Tickled again. Another Hone Claw, another Tickle. This went on until He used Psybeam and left me confused. Fortunately, Dig Dug didn't hit himself and KO'd Gothita with Metal Claw.

Finally was Hatenna. This was at the final line. If Dig Dug hit herself, she'd most likely get KOd. And she...SNAPPED OIT OF CONFUSION AND KO'D WITH X-SCISSOR! Bede was salty and said he wasn't really trying all that hard anyways. Suuuure, buddy.

Due to EXP being shared, Princess gained juuust enough exp to evolve! Congratulations! Your Princess evolved into Steenee!

Bede said that his loss was unexpected, but that I'm more able than he thought. But he'll remember my battle style, naturally. He'll make sure to win during our next encounter.

I left Galar Mine and entered Route 4. As I walked around the grass, picking up Items, I felt something bump into the side of my leg: a wild Eevee! I knew i just HAD to catch it! After a bit if back and forth, I eventually caught her. I named her Vee, mostly because I couldn't think if a better name at the time. I just have to add her to my party, but I don't know who to add. I decide to swap out Punk for Vee.

Once I caught Vee, I headed straight for Turffield...and was tackled by a loose Wooloo.

Someone came up from behind Wooloo to check up on me. It turned out to be the Gym Leader of Turffield, Milo. He was excited to fight me later, and headed straight to Turffield, as did I.

Tomorrow will be my first Gym Battle.

#nuzlocke #pokemon shield #chewtle #pokemon hop #pancham #drizzile #drilbur #pokemon bede #eevee #long post

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What’s so Funny About Vengeance, the Night, and Batman? – Two Superhero Parodies in Conversation

Back in 2016, the first trailers for Director Chris McKay’s The Lego Batman Movie hit. A spinoff of the take on the iconic hero, voiced by Will Arnett, from 2014’s The Lego Movie. Those trailers spelled out a plot covering how Batman’s life of crimefighting is turned upside down when Robin unexpectedly enters the picture. It was a funny trailer, promising another insightful comedy from the crew behind The Lego Movie. A promise it handily delivered on when it came out in February 2017 with an animated feature steeped wall-to-wall jokes for the sake of mocking Bruce Wayne’s angst filled crusade that can only come from understanding what’s made the character withstand the test of time.

But there was a thought I and others had from seeing that trailer up to watching the actual movie:

“This seems… familiar.”

Holy Musical B@man! is a 2012 fan-made stage production parody of DC Comics’ biggest cash cow. It was produced as the fifth musical from YouTube-based cult phenomenon Starkid Productions, from a book by Matt and Nick Lang, music by Nick Gage and Scott Lamp with lyrics by Gage. The story of the musical details how Robin’s unexpected entrance ends up turning Batman’s (Joe Walker) life of crimefighting upside down. Among Starkids’ fandom derived projects in their early existence, as they’ve mainly moved on to well-received original material in recent years, Holy Musical B@man! is my personal favorite. I go back to it frequently, appreciating it as a fan of both superheroes and musicals. (Especially since good material that touches on both of those isn’t exactly easy to come by. Right, Spider-Man?)

While I glibly summarized the similarities between them by oversimplifying their plots, there’s a lot in the details, both major and minor, that separates how they explore themes like solitude, friendship, love, and what superhero stories mean. It’s something I’ve wanted to dig into for a while and I found a lot in both of them I hadn’t considered before by putting them in conversation. I definitely recommend watching both of them, because of how in-depth this piece goes including discussing their endings. However, nothing I can say will replace the experience of watching them and if I had included everything I could’ve commented on in both of them, this already massive piece would easily be twice as long minimum.

Up front, I want to say this isn’t about comparing The Lego Batman Movie and Holy Musical B@man in terms of quality. Not only are they shaped for vastly different mediums with different needs/expectations, animation versus stagecraft, but they also had different resources at their disposal. Even if both are in some ways riffing on the aesthetic of the 1990s Batman movies and the Adam West TV show, Lego Batman does it with the ability to make gorgeously animated frames packed to the brim with detail while Holy Musical often leans into its low-fi aesthetic of characters miming props and sets to add extra humor. They’re also for different audiences, Lego Batman clearly for all-ages while Holy Musical has the characters cursing for emphasis on a regular basis. On top of those factors, after picking through each of these for everything worth commenting on that I could find, I can’t say which I wholly prefer thanks in part to these fundamental differences.

This piece is more about digging through the details to explore the commonalities, differences, and what makes them effective mocking love letters to one of the biggest superheroes in existence.

(Also, since I’m going to be using the word “Batman” a lot, I’ll be calling Lego Batman just “Batman” and referring to the version from Holy Musical as “B@man”, with the exception of quoted dialogue.)

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Setting the Tone

The beginning is, in fact, a very good place to start when discussing how these parodies frame their versions of the caped crusader. Each one uses a song about lavishing their respective Batmen with praise about how they are the best superheroes ever and play over sequences of the title hero kicking wholesale ass. A key distinction comes in who’s singing each song. Holy Musical B@man’s self-titled opening number is sung from the perspective of an omniscient narrator recounting B@man’s origin and later a chorus made up of the Gotham citizenry. Meanwhile, “Who’s the (Bat) Man” from Lego Batman is a brag-tacular song written by Batman about himself, even playing diegetically for all his villains to hear as he beats them up.

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Holy Musical opens on a quick recap of Batman’s origin:

“One shot, Two shots in the night and they’re gone And he’s all left alone He’s just one boy Two dead at his feet and their blood stains the street And there’s nothing, no there’s nothing he can do!”

We then get a Bat-dance break as the music goes from slow and moody to energetic to reflect Batman turning that tragedy into the driving force behind his one-man war on crime. Assured by the narrator that he’s “the baddest man that there’s ever been!” and “Now there’s nothing, no there’s nothing he can’t do!” flipping the last lyric of the first verse. For the rest of the opening scene the lyrics matter less than what’s happening to establish both this fan-parody’s version of Batman and how the people of Gotham (“he’ll never refuse ‘em”) view him.

Lego Batman skips the origin recap, and in general talks around the death of the Waynes to keep the light tone going since it’s still a kids movie about a popular toy even if there are deeper themes at play. Instead, it continues a trend The Lego Movie began for this version of the character writing music about how he’s an edgy, dark, awesome, cool guy. While that movie kept it to Batman angry-whiteboy-rapping about “Darkness! NO PARENTS!”, this one expands to more elaborate boasts in the song “Who’s the (Bat) Man” by Patrick Stump:

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“In the darkest night I make the bad guys fall There’s a million heroes But I’m the best of them all!”

Batman singing this song about himself, as opposed to having it sung by others aims the crosshairs of parody squarely on the hero’s ego. His abilities make fighting his villains effortless, like this opening battle is more an opportunity to perform the song than a life-or-death struggle. Even Joker’s aware of that as he shouts, “Stop him before he starts singing!” This Batman doesn’t see himself as missing out on anything in life, even if he still feels that deep down. Being Batman is the coolest thing in the world that anyone would envy. He’s Batman, therefore everyone should envy him.

The songs aren’t only part of the equation for how these two works’ opening scenes establish their leading hero. While both songs are about Batman being cool, they’re separated by the accompanying scenes. Lego Batman keep the opening within the Joker’s perspective until Batman shows up and the action kicks in. Once it does, we’re shown a Batman at the top of his solo-hero game. Meanwhile, Holy Musical’s opening is about B@man building his reputation and by the end of the song he has all the citizens of Gotham singing his praises with the titular lyrics. Both are about being in awe of the title hero, one framed by Joker’s frustration at Batman’s ease in foiling his schemes yet again and the other about the people of Gotham growing to love their city’s hero (probably against their better judgement.)

That’s woven into the fabric of what kind of schemes Batman is foiling in each of these. Joker’s plan to bomb Gotham with the help of every supervillain in Batman’s Rogues Gallery is hilariously high stakes and the type of plan most Batman stories, even parodies, would save for the climax. Neatly exemplified by how that’s almost the exact structure of Holy Musical’s final showdown. Starting with these stakes works as an extension of this Batman’s nature as a living children’s toy and therefore the embodiment of a child’s idea of what makes Batman cool, his ability to wipe the floor with anyone that gets in his way “because he’s Batman.” It also emphasizes Joker as the only member of the Rogues Gallery that matters to Lego Batman’s story, every other Bat-villain is either a purely visual cameo or only gets a couple lines maximum.

The crime’s being stopped by B@man are more in the “Year One” gangster/organized crime category rather than anything spectacle heavy. Though said crimes are comically exaggerated:

Gangster 1: Take these here drugs, put ‘em into them there guns, and then hand ‘em out to those gamblin’ prostitutes! Gangster 2: Should we really be doing these illegal activities? In a children’s hospital for orphans?

These fit into that model of crime the Dark Knight fights in his early days and add tiny humanizing moments between the crooks (“Oh, Matches! You make me laugh like nobody else!”) in turn making the arrival of B@man and the violence he deals out a stronger punchline. Further emphasized by the hero calling out the exact physical damage he does with each hit before warning them to never do crime again saying, “Support your families like the rest of us! Be born billionaires!” Later in the song his techniques get more extreme and violence more indiscriminate, as he uses his Bat-plane to patrol and gun down whoever he sees as a criminal, including a storeowner accidentally taking a single dollar from his own register. (“God’s not up here! Only Batman!”)

A commonality between these two openings is how Commissioner Jim Gordon gets portrayed. Both are hapless goofs at their core, playing more on the portrayal of the character in the 60s TV show and 90s Burton/Schumacher movies than the serious-minded character present in comics, Nolan’s Dark Knight Trilogy, and other adaptations. Lauren Lopez’s portrayal in Holy Musical gets overwhelmed by everything thrown at him, eventually giving up and getting out of B@man’s way (“I’m not gonna tell Batman what to do! He’s Batman!”) Hector Elizondo’s Gordon in Lego Batman clearly reached the “stay out of Batman’s way” point a long time ago, happy to have “the guy who flips on the Bat-signal” be his sole defining trait. While the characterizations are close, their roles do end up differing. Lopez’s Gordon sticks around to have a few more comedic scenes as the play goes on, where Elizondo’s exist to set up a contrast with his daughter Barbara and her way of approaching Batman when she becomes Police Commissioner.

These opening sequences both end in similar manners as well; the citizens of Gotham lavishing praise on their respective Batmen and a confrontation between Batman and the Joker. Praise from the citizenry in Holy Musical comes on the heels of a letter from B@man read out on the news about how much they and the city of Gotham suck. They praise B@man for his angsty nature as a “dark hero” and how they “wouldn’t want him any other way!”, establishing the motif of Gotham’s citizens in Holy Musical as stand-ins for the Batman fandom. Lego Batman uses the praise of the Gotham citizens after Batman’s victory in the opening scene as a lead in to contrast their certainty that Batman must have an exciting private life with the reality we’re shown. Which makes sense since Lego-Batman’s relationship to the people of Gotham is never presented as something at stake.

Greater contrast comes in how the confrontations with the Joker are handled, Lego Batman has an argument between the hero and villain that’s intentionally coded as relationship drama, Batman saying “There is no ‘us’” when Joker declares himself Batman’s greatest enemy. The confrontation in Holy Musical gets purposefully underplayed as an offstage encounter narrated to the audience as a Vicki Vale news report. This takes Joker off the board for the rest of the play in contrast to the Batman/Joker relationship drama that forms one of Lego Batman’s key pillars. While they take different forms, the respective citizenry praise and villain confrontation parts of these openings lead directly into the number one common thematic element between these Bat-parodies: Batman’s loneliness.

One is the Darkest, Saddest, Loneliest Number

Batman as an isolated hero forms one of the core tenants of the most popular understanding of the character. Each of these parodies picks at that beyond the broody posturing. There’s no dedicated segment in this piece about how these works’ versions of the title character function bleeds into every other aspect of them, but each starts from the idea of Batman as a man-child with trouble communicating his emotions. Time’s taken to give the audience a view of where their attitudes have left them early in the story.

Both heroes show their loneliness through interactions with their respective Alfreds. Holy Musical has the stalwart butler, played by Chris Allen, try to comfort B@man by asking if he has any friends he enjoys being around. When B@man cites Lucius Fox as a friend he calls him right away, only to discover Lucius Fox is Alfred’s true identity and Alfred Pennyworth was an elaborate ruse he came up with to protect Bruce on his father’s wishes. Ironically, finding out his closest friend was living a double life causes Bruce to push Alfred away (the play keeps referring to him as Alfred after this, so that’s what I’m going to do as well.) After he’s fired he immediately comes back in a new disguise as “O’Malley the Irish Butler” (same outfit he wore before but with a Party City Leprechaun hat.) That’s unfortunately the start of a running gag in Holy Musical that ends up at the worst joke in the play, when Alfred disguises himself as “Quon Li the Chinese Butler” doing an incredibly cringeworthy “substituting L’s for R’s” bit with his voice. It’s been my least favorite bit in the play since I first saw it in 2012 and legitimately makes me hesitate at times to recommend it. Even if it’s relatively small bit and the rest holds ups.

That disclaimer out of the way, that conversation between B@man and Alfred leads into the title hero reflecting on his sadness through the musical’s I Want Song, “Dark, Sad, Lonely Knight.” The song’s split into two halves, the first Alfred reflecting on whether he played a part in Bruce’s current condition and the second B@man longing for a connection. The song does a good job balancing between the sincerity over the hero’s sadness and getting good laughs out of it:

“Think of the children Next time you gun down the mama and papa Their only mama and papa Because they probably don’t have another mama and papa!”

The “I Want” portion of the song coming in the end with the repetition of the lryics “I want to be somebody’s buddy.”

Rather than another song number, Lego Batman covers Batman’s sadness through a pair of montages and visual humor. The first comes after the opening battle, where we see Batman taking off all his costume except for the mask hanging out alone in Wayne Manor, showing how little separation he puts between identities. Compared to Holy Musical where the equivalent scene is the first we see of Bruce without the mask on, which may come down to practicality since anyone who’s worn a mask like that knows they get hot and sweaty fast. Batman is constantly made to appear small among the giant empty rooms of his estate as he eats dinner, jams on his guitar, and watches romantic movies alone.

Ralph Fienne’s Alfred coming in at the end of this sequence witnessing Batman looking at a photo of himself as a boy with his parents for the last time. Alfred outlines Batman’s fear of being part of a family again only to be met with Batman denying he has any feelings ever. Pennyworth’s role as a surrogate father gets put into greater focus here than in Holy Musical, as we get glimpses of Alfred reading a book titled “How to Deal with Your Out-of-Control Child.” Also shown in smaller scenes of Alfred dealing with Batman’s insistent terminology for his crime fighting equipment, like calling his cowl an “armored face disguise.”

Batman’s denial of his pain contrasts how B@man wallows in it. Though he’s forced to confront it a little as the Joker’s plan ends up leaving him with no crimefighting to fall back on to ignore his issues. This montage gets set to the song “One” by Harry Nilsson and details Batman, unable to express his true feelings, eventually letting them out in the form of tempter tantrums. There’s also some humor through juxtaposition as Batman walks solemnly through the streets of Gotham City, rendered black and white, as the citizens chant “No more crime!” in celebration, while flipping over cars and firing guns into the air.

A disruption to their loneliness eventually comes in the form of a sensational character find.

Robin – The Son/BFF Wonder

Between both Bat-parodies, the two Robins’ characterizations are as close as anyone’s between them. Each is nominally Dick Grayson but are ultimately more representative of the idea of Robin as the original superhero sidekick and his influence on Batman’s life. The play and movie also both make the obvious jokes about Dick’s name and the classic Robin costume’s lack of pants at different points. Dick’s origin also gets sidestepped in each version to skip ahead to the part where he starts being an influence in Batman’s life.

Robin’s introduction to the comics in Detective Comics #38 in 1940, marking the start of Batman’s literal “Year Two” as a character, predating the introduction of Joker, Catwoman, and Alfred, among others. Making him Batman’s longest lasting ally in the character’s history. His presence and acrobatics shift the tone by adding a dash of swashbuckling to Batman’s adventures, inspired by the character’s namesake Robin Hood, though both parodies take a page out of Batman Forever and associate the name with the bird for the sake of a joke. Robin is as core to Batman as his origin, but more self-serious adaptations (i.e., the mainstream cinematic ones that were happening around the times both Holy Musical and Lego Batman came out) tend to avoid the character’s inclusion. These two works being parody, therefore anything but self-serious, give themselves permission to examine why Robin matters and how different characters react to his presence. Rejection of Robin as a character and concept comes out in some form in each of these works, from Batman himself in Lego Batman and the Gotham citizens in Holy Musical.

The chain of events that lead to Dick becoming Robin in Lego Batman are a string of consequences for Batman’s self-absorption. A scene of Bruce barely listening as Dick asks for advice on getting adopted escalating to absentmindedly signing the adoption paperwork. Batman doesn’t realize he has a son until after his sadness montage. Alfred forces Batman to start interacting with Dick against his will. The broody loner wanting nothing to do with the cheery kid, played to “golly gee gosh” perfection by Michael Cera, until he sees the utility of him. Batman doesn’t even have the idea to give Robin a costume or codename because he clearly views the sidekick’s presence as a temporary measure for breaking into Superman’s fortress, made clear by how he lists “expendable” as a quality Dick needs if he wants to go on a mission.

This makes Robin the catalyst for Batman’s shifting perspective throughout Lego Batman. When Robin succeeds in his first mission, the Dark Knight is hesitant to truly compliment him and chalks up his ward’s feats to “unbelievable obeying.” Other moments have Robin’s presence poke holes in Batman’s tough guy demeanor, like the first time Batman and Robin ride in the Bat-mobile together, Robin asks where the seatbelts are and Batman growls “Life doesn’t give you seatbelts!”, only for Batman to make a sudden stop causing Robin to hit his head on the windshield and Batman genuinely apologizes. They share more genuine moments together as the film goes, like Batman suggesting they beatbox together to keeps their spirits up after they’ve been imprisoned for breaking into Arkham Asylum. Robin’s representative of Batman gradually letting people in throughout these moments.

On the exact opposite end of the spectrum, B@man needs zero extra prompting to let Robin into his life. Nick Lang’s Robin (henceforth called “Rob!n” to keep with this arbitrary naming scheme I’ve concocted) does get brought into his life by Alfred thanks to a personal ad (“‘Dog for sale’? No… ‘Orphan for sale’! Even better!”) but it’s a short path to B@man deciding to let Dick fight alongside him. The briefest hesitance on the hero’s part, “To be Batman… is to be alone”, is quelled by Rob!n saying “We could be alone… together.” Their first scene together quickly establishing the absurd sincerity exemplified by this incarnation of the Dynamic Duo. An energy carried directly into the Act 1 closing number, “The Dynamic Duet”, a joyful ode between the heroes about how they’re “Long lost brothers who found each other” sung as they beat up supervillains (and the occasional random civilian.)

That song also ties into the contrast between the Batman/Robin dynamic and the B@man/Rob!n one. While Holy Musical is portraying a brotherly/BFF bond between the two heroes, Lego Batman leans into the surrogate son angle. While both are mainly about their stories’ Batman being able to connect with others, the son angle of Lego Batman adds an additional layer of “Batman needs to take responsibility for himself and others” and a parallel to Alfred as Batman’s own surrogate father. It also adds to the queer-coding of Batman in Lego Batman as Batman’s excuse to Robin for why he can go on missions is that Bruce and he are sharing custody, Robin even calling Batman’s dual identities “dads” before he knows the truth.

In the absence of the accepting personal responsibility through fatherhood element, the conflict Rob!n brings out in Holy Musical forms between B@man and the citizens of Gotham. “Citizens as stand-ins for fandom” is at it’s clearest here as the Act 2 opener is called “Robin Sucks!” featuring the citizens singing about how… well, you read the title. Their objections to Rob!n’s existence has nothing to do with what the young hero has done or failed to do, but come from arguments purely about the aesthetic of Rob!n fighting alongside B@man. Most blatantly shown by one of the citizens wearing a Heath Ledger Joker t-shirt saying Rob!n’s presence “ruins the gritty realism of a man who fights crime dressed as a bat.” It works as the Act 2 opener by establishing that B@man and the citizens conflicting opinions on his sidekick end up driving that half of the story, exemplified in B@man’s complete confusion about why people hate Rob!n (“Robin ruined Batman? But that’s not true… Robin make Batman happy.”)

Both Robins play into the internal conflict their respective mentors are going through, but what would a superhero story, even a parody, be without some colorful characters to provide that sweet external conflict.

Going Rogue

Both works have the threat comes from an army of villains assembled under a ringleader, Zach Galifianakis’s Joker in Lego Batman and Jeff Blim as Sweet Tooth in Holy Musical. Both lead the full ensemble of Batman’s classic (and not so classic) Rogues at different points. As mentioned before Joker starts Lego Batman with “assemble the Rogues, blow up Gotham” as his plan, while Sweet Tooth with his candy prop comedy becoming the ringleader of Gotham’s villains is a key turning point in Act 1 of the play. Part of this comes down to how their connections to their respective heroes and environments are framed, Sweet Tooth as a new player on the scene and Joker as Batman’s romantic foil.

Lego Batman demonstrates Batman and Joker are on “finishing each other’s sentences” levels of intimate that Batman refuses to acknowledge. Shown best in how Joker’s plan only works because he can predict exactly how Batman will act once he starts playing hard to get. When he surrenders the entire Rogues Gallery (without telling them) and himself to police custody, he describes it as him being “off the market.” He knows Batman won’t settle for things ending on these terms and tricks the hero into stealing Superman’s Phantom Zone projector so he can recruit a new, better team of villains for a take two of his masterplan from the start. Going through all this trouble to get Batman to say those three magic words; “I love hate you.” Joker as the significant other wanting his partner to finally reciprocate his feelings and commit works both as a play on how the Batman/Joker relationship often gets approached and an extension of the central theme. Batman is so closed off to interpersonal connections he can’t even properly hate his villains.

Sweet Tooth, while clearly being a riff Heath Ledger and Caesar Romero’s Jokers fused with a dash of Willy Wonka, doesn’t have that kind of connection with B@man. Though there are hints that B@man and his recently deceased Joker may have had one on that level. He laments “[Joker]’s in heaven with mom and dad. Making them laugh, I know it!” when recalling how the Clown Prince of Crime was the one person he enjoyed being around. This makes Joker’s death one of the key triggers to B@man reflecting on his solitude at the start of the play.

What Sweet Tooth provides the story is a threat to B@man’s new bond with Rob!n. Disrupting that connection forms the delicious center of the Candy King of Crime’s plan in Act 2. He holds Rob!n and Gotham’s people hostage and asks the citizens to decide via Facebook poll if the sidekick lives or dies (in reference to the infamous phone hotline vote from the comic book story A Death in the Family where readers could decide the Jason Todd Robin’s fate.)

With the rest of the villains under the leadership of the respective works’ main antagonists, there’s commentary on their perceived quality as threats. When Holy Musical has Superman talking to Green Lantern about how much B@man’s popularity frustrates him, he comes down especially hard on the Caped Crusader’s villains. Talking about how they all coast by on simple gimmicks with especially harsh attention given to Two Face’s being “the number two.” Saying they’re only famous because B@man screws up and they get to do more damage. Which he compares to his own relationship with his villains:

Superman: You ever heard of Mr. Mxyzptlk? Green Lantern: No. Superman: No, that’s right! That’s because I do my job!

Lego Batman has commentary on the other villains come from Joker, recognizing that even all together they can never beat Batman, because that’s how a Batman story goes. The other villains get portrayed as generally buffoonish, struggling to even build a couch together and described by Joker as “losers dressed in cosplay.” Tricking Batman into sending him to the Phantom Zone provides him the opportunity to gather villains from outside Batman’s mythos and outside DC Comics in general. Recruiting the likes of Sauron, King Kong, Daleks, Agent Smith from The Matrix, and the Wicked Witch of the West, among others. When I first saw and reviewed The Lego Batman Movie, this bugged me because it felt like a missed opportunity to feature lesser-known villains from other DC heroes’ Rogues Galleries. Now, considering the whole movie as meta-commentary on the status of this Batman as a children’s toy, it makes perfect sense that Joker would need to go outside of comics to break the rules of a typical Batman story and have a shot at winning.

The Rogues of Holy Musical get slightly more of a chance to shine, if only because their song “Rogues are We” is one of the catchier tracks from the play. They’re all still more cameo than character when all’s said and done, but Sweet Tooth entering the picture is about him recognizing their potential to operate as a unit, takeover Gotham, and kill B@man. The candy-pun flinging villain wants all of them together, no matter their perceived quality.

Sweet Tooth: “We need every villain in Gotham. Cool themes, lame themes, themes that don’t match their powers, even the villains that take their names from public domain stories.” (Two Face’s “broke ass” still being the exception.)

Both Joker and Sweet Tooth provide extensions of the shared theme of Batman dealing with the new connections in his life, especially with regards to Robin. However, Robin isn’t the only other ally (or potential ally) these Dark Knights have on their side.

Super Friends(?)

The internal crisis of these Caped Crusaders come as much from how they react to other heroic figures as it does from supervillainous machinations. In both cases how Batman views and is viewed by fellow heroes gets centered on a specific figure, Superman in Holy Musical and Commissioner Barbara Gordon (later Batgirl) in Lego Batman. Each serves a vastly different purpose in the larger picture of their stories and relationship to their respective Batmen. Superman reflecting B@man’s loneliness and Barbara symbolizing a new path forward for Batman’s hero work.

Superman’s role in Holy Musical runs more parallel to Lego Batman’s Joker than Barbara. Brian Holden’s performance as the Man of Tomorrow plays into a projected confidence covering anxiety that nobody likes him. Besting the Bat-plane in a race during B@man’s Key to the City ceremony establishes a one upmanship between the two heroes, like Joker’s description of his relationship with Batman at the end of Lego Batman’s opening battle. Though instead of that romantically coded relationship from Lego Batman, this relationship is more connected to childish jealousy. (But if you do want to read the former into Holy Musical B@man, neither hero has an onstage relationship with any woman and part of their eventual fight consist of spanking each other.)

B@man and Superman’s first real interaction is arguing over who’s the cooler hero until it degrades into yelling “Fuck you!” at each other. B@man storming off in the aftermath of that gets topped off by Superman suggesting he should get the Key to the City instead, citing his strength and longer tenure as a hero (“The first hero, by the way”) as justifications. This only results in the Gotham citizens turning on him for suggesting their city’s hero is anything less than the best, which serves both as a Sam Raimi Spider-Man reference (“You mess with one of us! You mess with all of us!”) and another example of the citizens as stand-ins for fandom. Superman’s veil of cocksureness comes off quickly after that and stays off for the rest of the play. Starting with his conversation with Green Lantern where a civilian comes across them, but barely acts like Superman’s there.

One of the play’s running gags is Superman calling B@man’s number and leaving messages, showing a desperation to reach out and connect with his fellow hero despite initial smugness. Even before the first phone call scene, we see Superman joining B@man to sing “I want to be somebody’s buddy” during “Dark, Sad, Lonely Knight” hinting at what’s to come. The note it consistently comes back to is that Superman’s jealousy stems from Batman’s popularity over him. This is a complete flip of what Lego Batman does with the glimpse at a Batman/Superman dynamic we see when Batman goes to the Superman’s fortress to steal the Phantom Zone projector. The rivalry dynamic there exists solely in Batman’s head, Lego-Superman quickly saying “I would crush you” when Batman suggests the idea of them fighting. Superman’s status among the other DC heroes is also night and day between these works. Where Lego-Superman’s only scene in the movie shows him hosting the Justice League Anniversary Party and explaining he “forgot” to invite Batman, Superman in Holy Musical consistently lies about having friends over (“All night long I’m busy partying with my friends at the Fortress… of Solitude.”)

Superman’s relationship to B@man in Holy Musical develops into larger antagonism thanks to lack of communication with B@man brushing off Supes’ invitations to hang out and fight bad guys (“Where were you for the Solomon Grundy thing? Ended up smaller than I thought, just a couple of cool guys. Me and… Solomon Grundy.”) His own loneliness gets put into stronger focus when he sees the news of Rob!n’s debut as a crimefighter, which makes him reflect on how he misses having Krypto the Super-Dog around. (The explanation for why he doesn’t have his dog anymore is one of my favorite jokes in the play and I won’t ruin it here.)

Where Superman’s a reflection of B@man’s loneliness, Rosario Dawson as Barbara in Lego Batman is a confrontation of Batman’s go it alone attitude. Her job in the story is to be the one poking holes in the foundation of Batman as an idea, starting with her speech at Jim Gordon’s retirement banquet and her instatement as commissioner. She has a by-the-book outlook on crimefighting with the omnicompetence to back it up, thanks to her training at “Harvard for Police.” Babs sees Batman’s current way of operating as ineffectual and wants him to be an official agent of the law. An idea that dumps a bucket of cold water on Batman’s crush he developed immediately upon seeing her, though that never fully goes away.

Her main point is that Batman “karate chopping poor people” hasn’t made Gotham better in his 80 years of operating. A contrast to Holy Musical’s Jim Gordon announcing that B@man has brought Gotham’s crime rates to an all-time low (“Still the highest in the world, but we’re working on it.”) She wants to see a Batman willing to work with other people. A hope dashed constantly dealing with his childish stubbornness as he tries to foil Joker’s schemes on his own, culminating in her arresting Batman and Robin for breaking into Arkham to send Joker to the Phantom Zone.

Barbara’s role as the one bringing grown-up attitudes and reality into Batman’s world does leave her in the role of comedic straight woman. Humor in her scenes comes from how she reacts to everyone else’s absurdity rather than anything she does to be funny. This works for the role she plays in Lego Batman, since she’s not there to have an arc the way Superman does in Holy Musical. She’s another catalyst for Batman’s to start letting people in as another character he grows to care about. Which starts after she lets the Dynamic Duo out of prison to fight Joker’s new army of Phantom Zone villains on the condition that he plays it by her rules. Leading to a stronger bond between Batman, Robin, Alfred, and her as they start working together.

The two Batmen’s relationships to other heroes, their villains, Robin, and their own solitude each culminate in their own way as their stories reach their conclusions.

Dark Knights & Dawning Realizations

As everything comes down to the final showdowns in these Bat-parodies, the two Caped Crusaders each confront their failures to be there for others and allow themselves to be vulnerable to someone they’ve been antagonizing throughout the story. Each climax has all of Gotham threatened by a bomb and the main villains’ plans coming to fruition only to come undone.

Holy Musical has Sweet Tooth’s kidnapping of Rob!n and forcing Gotham to choose themselves or the sidekick they hate sends B@man into his most exaggerated state in the entire play. It’s the classic superhero movie climax conundrum, duty as a hero versus personal attachment. Alfred, having revealed himself as the “other butlers”, even lampshades how these stories usually go only for that possibility to get shot down by Bruce:

Alfred: A true hero, Master Wayne, finds a way to choose both. B@man: You’re right, Alfred. I know what I have to do… Fuck Gotham, I’m saving Robin!

B@man’s selfishness effectively makes him the real villain of Holy Musical’s second act. Lego Batman has shades of that aspect as well, where Batman gets sent to the Phantom Zone by Joker for his repeated refusal to acknowledge their relationship. Where the AI running the interdimensional prison, Phyllis voiced by Ellie Kemper, confronts him with the way he’s treated Robin, Alfred, Barbara, and even Joker:

Phyllis: You’re not a traditional bad guy, but you’re not exactly a good guy either. You even abandoned your friends. Batman: No! I was trying to protect them! Phyllis: By pushing them away? Batman: Well… yeah. Phyllis: Are they really the ones you’re protecting?

Batman watches what’s happening back in Gotham and sees Robin emulate his grim and gritty tendencies to save the day in his absence makes him desperately scream, “Don’t do what I would do!” It’s the universe rubbing what a jerk he’s been in his face. He’s forced to take a look at himself and make a change. B@man’s not made to do that kind of self-reflection until after he’s defeated Sweet Tooth but failed to stop the villain’s bomb. He’s ready to give up on Gotham forever and leave with Rob!n, until his sidekick pulls up Sweet Tooth’s poll and it shows the unanimous result in favor of saving the Boy Wonder. Despite everything they said at the start of Act 2, the people want to help their hero in return for all the times he helped them. All of them calling back to the Raimi Spider-Man reference from Act 1, “You mess with one of us. You mess with all of us.”

Both heroes’ chance at redemption and self-improvement comes from opening themselves up to the people they pushed out and dismissed earlier in their stories. Batman takes on the role he reduced the Commissioner down to at the beginning of the movie and flips on signals for Barbara, Alfred, and Robin to show how he’s truly prepared to work as a team, not just with his friends and family but with the villains of Gotham the Joker pushed aside as well. Teamwork makes the dream work and they’re all able to work together to get Joker’s army back into the Phantom Zone but like in Holy Musical they fail to stop the bomb threatening Gotham. Which he can only prevent from destroying the city by confessing his true feeling to Joker

Batman: If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have learned how connected I am with all of these people and you. So, if you help me save Gotham, you’ll help me save us. Joker: You just said “us?” Batman: Yeah, Batman and the Joker. So, what do you say? Joker: You had me at “shut up!”

The equivalent moment from Holy Musical comes from B@man needing to put aside his pride and encourage a disheartened Superman to save Gotham for him. This happens in the aftermath of a fight the two heroes had where Superman tried to stop B@man before he faced Sweet Tooth, B@man winning out through use of kryptonite. That fight doesn’t fit into any direct parallel with Lego Batman, but it is important context for how Superman’s feeling about B@man before Superman finally gets his long-awaited phone call from the Dark Knight. Also, the song accompanying the fight, “To Be a Man”, is one of the funniest scenes in the play. What this speech from B@man does is bring the idea of Holy Musical B@man as a commentary on fandom full circle:

B@man: I forgot what it means to be a superhero. But we’re really not that different, you and me, at our heart. I mean really all superheroes are pretty much the same… Something bad happened to us once when we were young, so we dedicated our whole lives to doing a little bit of good. That’s why we got into this crazy superhero business. Not to be the most popular, or even the most powerful. Because if that were the case, hell, you’d have the rest of us put out of a job!

This speech extends into an exchange between the heroes about how superheroes are cool, not despite anything superficially silly but because of it. Bringing it back to the “Robin Sucks!” theme that started Act 2, saying “Some people think Robin is stupid. But those people are pretentious douchebags. Because, literally, the only difference between Robin and me is our costumes.” The speech culminates in what I genuinely think is one of the best Batman lines ever written, as B@man’s final plea to Superman is “Where’s that man who’s faster than a gun?” calling back to the trauma that created Batman across all versions and what he can see in someone like Superman. So, B@man sacrificing his pride and fully trusting in another hero saves Gotham, the way Batman letting Joker know what their relationship means to him did in Lego Batman.

Each of these parodies ends by delivering a Batman willing to open himself up to a new team of heroes fighting at his side, the newly minted Bat-Family in Lego Batman and the league for justice known as the Super Friends in Holy Musical. Putting them side by side like this shows how creators don’t need the resources of a Hollywood studio to make something exactly as meaningful and how the best parodies come from love of the material no matter who’s behind them.

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Geten (Part 2)

(Part 1)

Specifically, focusing Geten in Chapter 271/during this current ‘War’ arc:

Look at his face! Bloodshot eyes and a vein about to pop. Geten’s ferociously livid and about to slaughter some Heroes. (also I wanna point out that they’re actually addressing him as ‘Geten-sama’ still.)

In the Paranormal Liberation Front, Geten serves as one of the nine Lieutenants, and with Dabi, they lead the the ‘Violet’ Vanguard Action Guerilla Warfare Regiment.

It’s a mouthful! Dictionary.com defines ‘guerilla warfare’ as: “the use of hit-and-run tactics by small, mobile groups of irregular forces operating in territory controlled by a hostile, regular force.”

We’re aren’t told exactly what the Violet Regiment does, but I’m guessing they’re sort of first attacking force of the army - on the offensive; aiming at weak spots and key areas of Hero society; being quick, brutal, and unexpected to cause as much damage (to infrastructure, morale, personnel, etc) as possible to the Heroes.

Which makes sense! Dabi’s fire can destroy a good part of a city, as can Geten’s ice.

Making the two of them leaders, though. Well, it’s as one of the MLA member Sanctum said to Twice, they’re kinda figureheads handed their position (it’s true of the whole League save Shigaraki, really) - true for Dabi, definitely; and it seems true for Geten too, although he at least had some history of being a superior in the army. Still.

Geten as a commander

Despite being “central to the Liberation Army’s success” and being greatly respected, Geten never was given any leadership position that we knew of during My Villain Academia.

It’s probably because he’s shit at caring about his fellow warriors. Mr. Compress notes this in Chapter 230.

His massive ice attacks are indiscriminate, destroying whole streets and anyone unlucky enough to be there, friends and foe alike. It doesn’t seem to be calculated sacrifice for a larger goal - Geten is simply callous and reckless.

He’s still the same about three months later, despite having a regiment under his responsibility and in the middle of a battle where the army probably should keep as many of their numbers as possible.

Here’s him essentially destroying what’s left of the mansion, tossing everyone - allies and heroes - into the air; and interrupting Dabi’s attack that would have at least taken out the Number 2 Hero.

The irresponsibility extends off the battlefield - here’s Geten missing from a PLF meeting:

(Even Gigantomachia is there! idk, maybe he forced his way in and no one can make him leave, and I’m not quite sure the significance of this, but it says something that Machia is attending and Geten is just not.)

So it’s safe to say he isn’t very leadership material; he doesn’t know or ignores what leadership entails, and if he keeps up his preferred method of destructive attacks, he’s not going to have anything to lead either.

He does know how to “command” at least somewhat, however - or that’s what I think is implied in Chapter 271.

Breakout

(Same image as above, except Viz translation + another panel)

Who could forget this awesome scene? Geten doing a signature ice explosion, wrecking everything - and there he is, on the battlefield, attention all on him, calling the Heroes “dogs of the state” and telling them they will not die peaceful deaths. Damn. He has correctly assessed the situation! He’s giving orders! Got a strategy!

A sound strategy - and an actual one discussed in real military tactics: concentrate combat power on one location and rupture the enemy line.

(info I found through googling here, here, and here.)

An encircled force attacks by using the rupture force to penetrate the enemy defensive positions in at least one location. The commander must produce overwhelming combat power at each breakout point...

...The mission [is] to penetrate the enemy's encircling position, widen the gap, and hold the shoulders of the gap until all other encircled forces can move through.

It’s simplified here, and it’s kinda obvious, but it’s still exactly what one should do when they’re in a siege-like situation, i.e. surrounded, all routes, communication and reinforcement blocked and cut off.

I’ve half-joked about him being dumb and maybe illiterate because he bragged about not going to school, but that doesn’t necessarily mean he wasn’t taught things and given an education. (Like Shigaraki!) He’s obviously learned some military tactics and commanding along with his quirk training.

So yeah, Geten is doing everything right.

The prospect of such a grouping of forces, placed in a confusing and desperate situation, makes unity of command and unity of effort absolutely essential. The most senior combat arms officer must establish his authority immediately.

Especially in rallying the troops. It could be coincidental, he’s just angry and shouting at his soldiers to do finally something right; yet he’s still done it.

And Geten does it alongside another action: he removes his hood.

In a meta sense, it’s likely to establish Geten as a character - he’s not a faceless mook, he’s not creepy ‘two glowing eyes in darkness’ enemy; he’s a character with a name and a (very pretty) face, that we can relate to and maybe even like. (That he mentions Re-Destro, the only person we know he cares about, and shows protectiveness/concern, adds to that.) He’s portrayed here in a way to make him badass, in a defining moment where the PLF gains some control of the situation, for us to cheer on.

In-story though, the reason is more unclear? to me, anyways. During his battle with Dabi, he never removed his hood then. Here, is it to literally face the Heroes, to show that he doesn’t care if his face is known, to go head to head with them? Is it to show his men that he’s here, let the sight of his pretty face re-energize them, he’s at the frontlines fighting too? His quirk makes it obvious who he is, he needn’t show his face.

Despite his disregard for other soldiers of the army, I’ve got a feeling that this is some sort of symbolic gesture to motivate them. Get their attention, establish his authority, finally be a bit of a leader. Cuz, man, the situation really calls for it.

The Ice

When the attack began, we see Geten running towards the frontlines (chapter 263):

(tiny note: Dabi is heading the opposite direction from everyone - going to help out Twice - but Geten, his co-leader, doesn’t pay attention to him at all. No ‘where the fuck are you goin’, nothing. Feel like they would’ve noticed each other, but no interaction here.)

From what we can see, Geten doesn’t show up until Chapter 271, a length of time enough to have Hawks confront Twice, Dabi intervene, Hawks kills Twice, Dabi fanboys Stain, Tokoyami to the rescue, and a little more. Let’s say... 15, 20 minutes?

So he’s missing from the frontlines at the start of the battle - I say he was probably trying to generate an absurd amount of ice during that time. This villa probably has a kitchen with some ice, but not enough. I’m guessing Geten went to find a water source (multiple of water sources?), froze it all, in preparation for the ice explosion. In preparation for him to create a battlefield to his advantage.

So it looks the ice has engulfed the mansion, going up several stories, as well as spreading out to the mansion’s surroundings. A bunch of people are surrounded by ice - like Gang Orca there, right next to a wall of it.

We know Geten has fine enough skill to shape ice to whatever he wants, and his range of control (and sense?) is massive. Whoever is standing on or is close to the ice - they’re in Geten’s territory, he controls the very ground they’re standing on.

Go get ‘em, Geten.

Part 3 is next! Will be focusing on Geten’s relationship with ReDestro, and other miscellaneous details. Feel free to suggest anything too.

I could very much be over-estimating Geten’s intelligence! So don’t my word here too much. I’m sure there are a couple reaches here to. Constructive criticism is always appreciated!

Note: a friend pointed out a reach in Part 1, which will be edited:

I think the fact that [Geten] targeted Dabi as his opponent, despite the obvious weakness his ice has to Dabi’s high-temperature flames, means he was looking for a challenge. Trying to show off, trying to prove that he can go up against his greatest enemy (as in, heat and fire) and come out on top.

It’s more likely that ReDestro had assigned Geten on the Dabi-hunt, given the panel from Chapter 238 where ReDestro is telling Geten to be wary of Dabi’s long-range flames. If there was any strategy to having Geten target Dabi, it could’ve been the general plan, rather than Geten’s own thing.

thanks for reading!

#Geten #Aprocrypha #Meta Liberation Army #Paranormal Liberation Front #My Hero Academia #HeroAca #Boku no Hero Academia #bnha #mha #nalslastworkingbraincell #Chapter 271 #MLA #PLF #this took forever #oh my god #mostly because I was lazy and procrastinated #but here it is!!!!#everything here my interpretation

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bo-bo-bean · 4 years

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Octonauts Game Night

(Since there are no requests, I wrote something for Octonauts!! Hope you all enjoy!)

(Warning; LOOOOONG)

Octonauts Game Night

It was a calm night in the octopod. Everyone was lounging around, nothing to do. Dashi went through her old photos while Captain Barnacles was watching the window, seeing fish and aquatic mammals flowing through the water in peace. He would typically be happy there was no trouble… but today felt oh so slow. Kwazii seemed to have agreed, letting out a long groan.

“There has to be some sort of adventure, matey!” he told no one in particular. Everyone only made a noise in agreement, Shellington looking up from his book that he has read for the fifth time today, giving a nod.

“I wish there was some sort of creature to examine, maybe a new seaweed. I’d even take a new type of rock…” he huffed out, his bang fluttering with his head tilting backwards.

“Now, Octonauts,” the captain settled everyone down. “I’m sure there will be something.”

“Well, let’s hope so,” Kwazii whined. “I’ll be ready for anything! Swashbucklin’ with the swordfish! Finding a new monster or beast!”

“That are fictional…” Shellington could only mutter under his breath. Captain Barnacles could now tell things were going to get tenser and tenser until a fight breaks out, so he made a decision, sprouting out words.

“Game night!” he clapped his hands. This got everyone’s attention, interests peeking. “Yes! A game night sounds wonderful…!”

“I agree!” Peso beamed, happy it’ll be something where no one would get hurt. But he had his first aid kit with him, just in case.

“Ah, what shall we play then? Checkers?” Professor Inkling offered.

“Charades, perhaps!” Dashi stood up, putting her camera down.

“Maybe pictionary!” Shellington beamed.

“Arrgh, lancing sounds like a suitable game!” Kwazii stood up on the table. Peso gulped and held his first aid kit close to his chest.

“M-maybe something less dangerous…?” he asked. “Like… hide and seek!”

“Ah, I’ll find ya’ll in under five minutes if we play that,” Tweak bragged a little. “I should suggest, tag, though! Get the blood pumpin’!” The mention of blood made Peso turn pale. Tunip chirped an option, all heads turning to Shellington for a translation.

“I don’t think we can play tug of war, Tunip,” he giggled. “We haven’t a strong enough rope.”

Everyone began to clamour about their opinion on what to play, the polar bear scratching his chin in thought, then his eyes lit up.

“Ah, everyone! Idea!” he shouted. His deep voice roared through their own voices, everyone turning to face him. “Deep Sea Adventure!” With those three words, everyone’s eyes lit up and all agreed. The vegimals went to make snacks with Shellington’s help, Kwazii and Captain Barnacles bringing out a large table from storage. Peso brought in a mat covered in squares, having the design of islands and villages and caves. Tweak and Dashi brought in the chairs, Mr. Inkling getting the rule boards and books from his library.

Deep Sea Adventure was a game played by the Octonauts many times. It was like a roleplaying game where they make their characters and their actions are depended on by two dice.

“Has anyone seen the dice?” Dashi wondered. Looking under the table. Everyone began to search around, Shellington even searching his own satchel, just in case. This gave Kwazii a gasp as he ran to his chest in his room. He dug through some old treasure maps, little gold doubloons, and his great grandfather’s Calico Jack’s telescope and eventually fished out some dice. He slid down the octotube and presented them as if they were some sort of rubies.

“I got some, me hearties!” he proclaimed. The vegimals cheered, Kwazii seeing a display of fish biscuits, five varieties of kelp cakes, muffins, a bowl of popcorn, another of peanuts, and mugs of cocoa scattered on the surface. “Well, this looks like a night fit for a pirate on his night off!”

“Well let’s start, shall we?” the bear clapped his hands again. We’ll need to split into teams of two.”

Shellington and Professor Inkling beamed at each other, high fiving each other with tentacle and paw. Barnacles nodded at them. “Shellington and Inkling are one. Kwazii, want to be on my team?”

“‘Tis be an honor!!” Kwazii nodded.

“I call Dashi on my team!” Tweak raised her hand, Dashi laughing, them both holding hands.

“Girl power!” Dashi cheered.

“Right on that!”

“And then Peso and Tunip?” Barnacles asked them. They both nodded, Tunip trilling with excitement.

“Do the other vegimals want to play?” Shellington asked the little creature. Turnip chirped and shook his head. “Ah, too busy gardening? Well, we’ll at least save them some snacks.”

“And the loot once the captain and I win it!!” Kwazii laughed.

“Ohoho, you want to bet, do you?” Inkling playfully jeered.

“Don’t think you want to take that bet, Kwazii,” Shellington giggled, taking his seat. Inkling took his seat next to him, them both already whispering.

“Well, let’s do our best and have fun, Tunip!” Peso cheered on his own team. Tunip cheered in agreement, taking a seat and Peso plopping himself next to him. Captain Barnacles sat at the front, Kwazii taking the chair next to him. Dashi and Tweak sat together as well and soon, everyone was quiet. Barnacles took out a cardboard folded five times mat and looked at it, looking at a scenario. He rolled the dice, counted it, and then nodded.

“Okay! Here’s the scenario,” he started. “Inkling and Shellington are holding the treasure.” Everyone turned their heads to them, the two laughing hysterically. “It’s up to us to get it while they can set up any traps or travel to wherever they want. But, it all depends on the number of dice rolled. 2 means failure, 3 going on to be a fail, but tried attempt, and so on. Twelve means they get automatic privileges to whatever they wish to do.”

“Aaargh, last time, didn’t they bamboozle us with a ship full of monkeys…!?” Kwazii groaned.

“Well, it was funny, so I’d say it was worth it,” Inkling added his input, making Shellington laugh more.

“R-remember when you wanted to fight but rolled a three…!?” he wheezed out. Kwazii’s cheeks and ears flushed with embarrassment. “You fell into the wahahahater hahahahaha!!!”

“M-mayhaps, matey!” He quickly gained composure. “Just wait, though! Soon, you will be fighting the monkeys!” This sent everyone into fits of laughter, the captain smiling. This was a wonderful sight, seeing his crew laugh and be happy. It truly warmed his heart. He looked at the mat and looked at Dashi and Tweak.

“If you two can answer a question about marine biology, then you will go first. But if you answer incorrectly, then someone else gets the chance to steal.”

“Shoot!” Dashi beamed. Tweak seemed as excitable as she was.

“What male aquatic animal has babies?” he asked. Shellington almost blurted out the answer, but covered his mouth. Of course, the marine biologist was close to bursting with knowledge.

“Um… I think… that’s a seahorse, right?” Dashi asked.

“Correct!” he nodded. “Everyone gather your pieces and Dashi and Tweak may.. Well… what’s your team name?”

“Girl Power!!” they both answered with glee. He chuckled and looked at Kwazii.

“We should call ourselves the Swashbuckling Pirates of Red Beard’s Cursed Ship of Treasures and Glory!”

“... maybe just Pirates of Red Beard will be suitable,” he chuckled, his attention focusing on Peso and Tunip.

“We’ll be the Small but Fierce!” Peso answered for them both.

“Ya got that right, matey!” Kwazii approved of their name. Peso giggled in response, Barnacles looking at Shellington and Inkling. They both whispered and then looked at the captain.

“We were going to say The Winners, but perhaps Marine Match will suit better!” Inkling proposed.

“Okay! We have team names! Get a piece everyone and let’s start!”

Girl Power took a pink squid piece, Pirate’s of Red Beard taking a red Seahorse piece, Small but Fierce taking a blue shark and the Marine Match grabbing a green Sea Turtle piece. Dashi and Tweak both talked as everyone set up their pieces. Inkling put their piece at the end of the mat where the X is since they had the treasure. The goal of the same was to defeat everyone on the board. The others were supposed to take the treasure.

“Okay, we want to move…!” Dashi said. She took the dice and rolled it, seeing seven. Tweak moved their piece seven squares. The dice also allowed movement, but you could only move and not act in the same turn.

“Oh, our turn, Tunip!” Peso smiled. “We’ll be safe and move.” Tunip took the dice in his little hands and tossed them down, getting a twelve. “Good roll, Tunip!!” The creature cheered as Peso moved their piece. Barnacles looked at Kwazii, who was the KING of Deep Sea Adventures.

“Captain, I say we launch an attack to the Marine Match!” he proudly said. Barnacles chuckled and nodded, grabbing the dice and tossing them within his paws.

“And how do we attack?” he asked. But, out of sheer luck, he knew the answer. “Canons?”

“H-how did you know!?” he gasped.

“Heh, captain knows his crew,” he winked, tossing the dice down.

“Also, you use the same move as the first move every time,” Dashi giggled.

“I-I do not!”

“Fifteen,” Shellington pointed out, holding up a piece paper, where at the top it said ‘Times when Kwazii attacked a team with a canon as his first turn.’ and underneath were fifteen talleymarks.

“Shiver me whiskers, that can’t be right!” Kwazii lifted his eyepatch in shock.

“... oh you’re right,” Shellington smiled, adding another talleymark. “Sixteen. Thank you for pointing that out..!”

The cat grumbled and looked at the dice as they chose a side. It rolled to… two.

“Canon backfires and hits the Red Beards. They deal five damage points.”

“What…!? I call treason!” Everyone laughed, even the captain and eventually, Kwazii joined along. Shellington took the dice and looked at Inkling, them both whispering.

“They are always the same team,” Dashi noticed.

“Well, they are the brains,” Peso smiled. “And they are very good at the game.”

“Oh, not this time, mateys!”

“We choose to make a barricade around our area,” Shellington smiled. “With concrete and bricks.”

Professor Inkling rolled the dice, rolling it to a nine.

“You both build a structurally sound barricade, but it will need nine hits to be taken down,” Captain announced. They both nodded and high fived each other.

“... aye… they be smart…” Kwazii scoffed. “We’ll need nine canon turns now!”

“Um, Kwazii, I think it would be smart, and safe, to use the rest of our turns not trying to kill ourselves,” Barny laughed.

“No risk, no win!”

“... big risk, big lose,” the captain corrected him. Kwazii groaned as Tweak rolled the dice.

“What should we do, Dashi?” she asked.

“Hmm… let’s go to the village by boat,” she smiled. “So let’s keep moving.”

Tweak tossed down the dice, getting eight and moving eight spaces. Just five more until the village. Kwazii took the dice, Barnacles speaking out before Kwazii could say canons again.

“U-um, how about we move, Kwazii?” he suggested.

“Ooouggh, fine, but we will get this booty if it’s the last thing I do…!”

He rolled, getting ten. They moved ten spaces, Peso rolling the dice. Tunip chirped, Peso glancing at Shellington.

“He wishes to attack us using a ram,” he answered, to which Tunip spoke to Shellington. “Heh, it’s alright, Tunip, no need to apologize. It’s just a game.”

With that permission, Peso tossed down the dice, getting ten.

“Ooh…!” Captain beamed. You ram into their barricade with success! Roll again to see how much you hit.”

Peso let Tunip roll, him getting three.

“Three hits, barricade is now down to six hits away…!”

“Ha! Now we only need SIX canons!” Kwazii laughed heartily.

“What is with ya and canons?” Tweak questioned. Shellington took the dice, the duo both whispering again and then nodded.

“Heh, sorry, Tunip and Peso, but we choose to attack,” Shellington spoke.

“With canons,” Inkling finished.

“My signature move!!” Kwazii yelled out. The otter tossed the dice down, rolling a twelve. Tunip fainted, Peso gasping.

“Hits are directed and do twice the damage. Roll again.”

Each team was given twenty health points, so it was a big risk. Inkling took the dice and rolled it, the sides each landing three. “Six, so Team Small but Fierce take twelve damage.” Tunip had just woken up to the news, fainting again.

“Grrrgh, pure luck, I say!” Kwazii made an excuse. Shellington giggled and tossed the dice to the girls.

“Well… we’ll get revenge, Kwazii!” Tweak laughed. “What do ya say, Dash?”

“I agree! We attack with clubs!”

“Haha, get them!” Kwazii cheered. However, the dice rolled to a four.

“You attempted to attack with clubs, but they fall in the water.”

“... well we tried,” Tweak shrugging, leaning back and munching on a carrot. Kwazii sighed, hearing Shellington’s giggle again. He sneered and took the dice.

“I attack with tickles!!”

“Ti-what?” Captain Barnacles blinked. Kwazii rolled the dice, not caring what it landed on and pounced on Shellington, squeezing his sides. The otter erupted in bubbly laughter, kicking his legs.

“K-Kwahahahzeeheehee hahahaha!! Staahaahahap it’s nahahaahaaht part hahahahahaaha!! Of the gaahahahahaame!!”

“It is now, me hearty!!” the playful cat moved his paws up to his ribs, Shellington squealing and trying to push away Kwazii.

“Nooohahahaha pleeheeheease!!! Hahahaahaha!!! C-cahaahan’t breheeheeheeheeathe!!!! Caahahahap hehehehelp!!”

Captain Barnacles laughed and went over, pulling Kwazii up from Shellington, who was lifted by Professor Inkling. He let out little giggles as Kwazii looked mighty proud of himself, sitting back down.

“... well that was our turn,” Barnacles chuckled.

“Are you okay, Shellington?” Peso wondered.

“Y-yeahahah…” he giggled out. Peso nodded, happy his friend was okay, and rolled the dice in his flippers.

“Tunip, I say we move closer,” he told the vegimal. Tunip nodded in agreement. Peso tossed the dice down, getting twelve again. “Flappity Flippers! Another twelve!”

“Ya got the lucky streak, me hearties!” Kwazii pumped his fist. They moved twelve spaces, close to a cave.

Inkling took the dice and whispered to Shellington, then he looked at his captain.

“Captain, we choose to fix our barricade.” Barnacles nodded as Mr. Inkling rolled a nine, the barricade now fifteen points strong. The polar bear took the dice and rolled it, deciding to move, Kwazii agreeing. So far, it seemed Peso was getting closer and closer to the treasure. The girls moved to the village and rolled to get items, which they succeeded.

“What did we get…!?” Dashi eagerly asked.

“Two apples, three suits of armor, an unknown box, and you both gained any health you lost.”

The two high fived with both paws, whooping. Peso rolled, looking at Tunip… and gulped.

“I want to explore the cave,” he said. “Or… we would.”

“You sure?” Captain Barnacles wondered. They both nodded, Peso rolling the dice down, it going to four.

“Hmm… you tried to explore, but it was too dark for you, so you evade the cave.”

Peso let out a sigh of relief, but also a little disappointed. Although, he knew what he was going to do next turn. Shellington took the dice, whispering to Inkling again, however, this whispering session seemed to be taking longer.

“I wonder what they’re planning,” Captain Barnacles wondered.

“I’ll tickle him again if he takes longer,” Kwazii promised. A few minutes later, they nodded and looked at the captain.

“We choose to stay.”

“Wh-all of that for staying!?” Kwazii gawked. Since they didn’t attack or move, they didn’t need to roll, but Shellington didn’t give the dice back.

“But we do wish to send supplies to heal Small but Fierce,” he smiled. Peso gasped with a smile, Tunip cheering. Captain Barnacles smiled fondly as Shellington rolled the dice, getting a nine.

“They get nine points in health…!” he announced.

“Wow… thank you, Shellington!” Peso smiled. Shellington nodded back.

Kwazii took the dice and looked at their piece and at the mat with the x mark. He tapped his chin.

“... captain, I say we attack,” he said.

“Again?” Barnacles wondered.

“Ah, but this time! I got a plan!” he beamed. “I want to attack.. With monkeys!!!!” With that, he threw the dice down, them tumbling around… and landing on twelve. Shellington and Inkling gasped, looking up as Barnacles was even surprised. He read out the situation.

“... well, we send out a boat of monkeys. They take down the barricade Marine Match make.”

“Drat…!” Inkling groaned.

Tweak quickly took the dice and rolled.

“We choose to attack with monkeys!!” she shouted. It rolled to a nine, Shellington and Inkling looking at each other.

“The Marine Match take nine damage!”

“We choose to attack with monkeys!” Peso also cheered.

“Oh, this seems hardly fair now…!” Shellington stuttered. Peso rolled the dice and got a twelve. Barnacles looked at the open mouthed otter and dumbo octopus, him shrugging.

“Marine Match are defeated.”

“Noooo!” Shellington yelled out. “Ah well… good team effort, Inkling!”

“And to you, Shellington…!” Professor Inkling shook his paw, wrapping his tentacle around it.

“The treasure is up for grabs…!” Barnacles proclaimed. "Everyone roll, except Shellington and Inkling.” They both shrugged, eating after all of that excitement. “Whoever gets the highest number… gets the treasure.”

“Me first!!!” Kwazii yelled, grabbing the cubes and tossing them haphazardly. They landed on five. “Haha, beat that, me hearties!”

Tweak took the challenge and rolled it, but got four. Barnacles rolled after, getting seven and Dashi getting six. Peso took the dice… but gave it to Tunip.

“I choose Tunip to roll for both of us…!” he smiled. Tunip chirped excitedly and rolled. They all watched the dice flail on its corners and sides… and land both sixes. Peso screamed in delight as Barnacles proudly announced.

“Team Small but Fierce wins the game!!!”

They all cheered and clapped, Barnacles chuckling and looking at the time. “Oh wow…! It’s near midnight!”

“It… it is?” Shellington checked before following with a yawn.

“Well, time passes by with fun…!” Tweak chuckled, stretching.

“Well, let’s clean up and then let’s head to bed. Congratulations, Peso and Tunip…!”

And so, everyone began to clean up, putting away the table and mats, Shellington and Tunip offering the rest of the snacks to the vegimals and everyone went to their rooms, but not before Kwazii turned to Barnacles.

“We’ll get ‘em next time, cap!” he pumped his fist. The captain chuckled with a yawn.

“Perhaps, Kwazii, perhaps,” he smiled. “But… maybe less canons and tickling, hm?”

“I’ll think about it.”

He left, the captain laughing and turning off the lights and heading to bed. There may have been no critters to save… but they sure did have an adventure.

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starkerparkerpony · 4 years

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I Scold Because I Stan Pt.2

AU where Tony (44-45 y/o) meets an aged up (23-24 y/o) Peter after Civil War, Tony is broken up with Pepper and all kinds of sorry for himself. Peter is a ESU graduate and currently has an internship with Oscorp and is a photographer for the Daily Bugle he is also spiderman and therefore perpetually exhausted and has very little patience

Read part 1 here, part 3 here

Not much scolding in this one but very dialogue heavy... Please continue reblogging. Continuing on -

Tony believed there's certain feelings in life that you must absolutely not feel once over the age of 25... for example, no middle-aged man should have anxiety about calling a potential romantic interest. Especially if said 'potential romantic interest' shamelessly hit on Tony in the first place. The guy was definitely interested, he had made it clear to Tony that he was definitely interested. Tony could just call the guy... but would he.

A week earlier when Peter Parker woke from the nap he was taking in a booth at an Irish pub for some reason, Tony absolutely did not imagine that any conversation they might have would go the way their's did. It was a testament to Mr. Parker's extempore prowess. It was also mildly embarrassing and almost traumatizing to be scolded and praised all at once. But after Parker left, Tony found himself... smiling... and blushing, like a complete idiot, but smiling and blushing nonetheless.

When back at home Tony set Friday on the curious case of Peter Parker. Which led to spending an ungodly amount of time on the guy's Instagram. Which in turn led to Tony gleaning some useful information about him, Peter Parker wasn't exactly new to the world of the rich and famous, he appeared to be a close friend of Harry Osbourne, posing with him in not just generic selfies but also pictures taken at high profile society events.

It also appeared that Mr. Parker was no stranger to superheroes either, his work with the Daily Bugle was almost entirely photos of Spiderman... Tony didn't know Spidey personally but going by the coverage the newspaper gave him, it was hard to imagine that the masked hero would be a friend of Parker's but the guy somehow always managed to get the best picture of Spidey, which indicated a willingness to follow trouble on Parker's part.

And then there was the entire thing about how gorgeous and intelligent and utterly disarming the boy was...

The 3 patents he had told Tony about were no joke- a medical grade adhesive, an industrial grade adhesive and a potential replacement for spandex. Not to mention his eyes...

Tony kept telling himself that he was too old to have a crush... but he knew it was too late. He thought back to the way he felt when Peter smiled at him, bruised and all... The damage was done.

The first time Tony called Peter, he didn't pick up and it went to voicemail. Tony didn't leave a message. It was just 9PM, there was no way he was already asleep. Right? For a second he dreaded the possibility of Parker being one of those millennials who don't take phonecalls, then for another hour he wondered if this was a sign from the universe about an endeavor that should be abandoned. So of course Tony called again.

"I don't do booty calls past 10 I have a job now" was how Parker answered the phone. Jesus Christ.

"Good to know, I was thinking about lunch tomorrow actually." Tony said without missing a beat

"Jesus Christ!" Parker exclaimed, obviously thrown.

"Close. Tony Stark" He chuckled

"No I know... Crap, I'm sorry, my friend Harry is the only one I know who calls with a private number. I thought it was him." He explained

"Am I Sorry to disappoint?" Tony asked trying not to sound anxious.

"Absolutely not. I actually definitely would do a booty call after 10 for you." Tony could hear the smile in his voice.

"But not after 11 though?" Tony joked trying not to blush.

"No that honor is reserved for Bruce Banner and Bruce Banner only."

"You have good taste in men" Bruce was Tony's friend, he had to admit he was warmed by the fact that Peter wasn't one of the assholes who held 'big green' against him.

"Ha Ha thanks... he represents us bio-chem nerds well, one of my projects is actually inspired by him and also he is very cute in press conferences."

"The spandex replacement?" Tony guessed

"Oh no... you googled me. Ew."

"Hey that's rich coming from the guy that sticks my photos on his wall." He defended himself

"No no... there's this god awful picture of me that comes up on image search from when my team won the scholastic decathlon, I look like a single prepubescent noodle in it." Parker grouched

"Good tip... also nice covert bragging with the decathlon thing Mr. Parker" Tony said as he pulled the picture up and sniggered.

"Thank you I'm so glad you caught that... so what was it you were saying about lunch?" Parker enquired.

"Right... Lunch? Tomorrow?" Tony hoped he didn't sound desperate.

"Sounds good to me. I mean it sounds like a bizarre dream I'm having but I don't wanna stroke your ego unnecessarily, you already called first... I love that I have the upper hand here"

"Congratulations on the upper hand smartass... do you wanna do 'Nobu'?" Tony suggested

"Oh my god... I'm gonna throw your P.A. and your PR team a bone and nix that idea... you beautiful disaster" Peter laughed

"Umm... what?"

"Nobu has papparazi outside of it 24/7, and I hate to break it to you buddy but your break up with Ms. Potts was kinda' public. I can't even begin to imagine what hell you, being photographed with a strapping twunk half your age would be on your team." He explained himself

"Okay calm down strapping twunk... How would anybody even know its a date?" Tony scoffed

"Umm Mr. Stark if I have the chance to grab your ass in public and have photos taken of the event then I absolutely will do it." said Peter, very sincerely.

"My God how can you call me Mr. Stark and talk about grabbing my ass in the same sentence?" Tony cursed his susceptibility to blushing whenever talking to this guy.

"Listen man, I'd call you Tony but this 'Mr. Stark' thing lowkey turns me on though." Peter said in a teasing voice.

Same, Tony admitted to himself.

"Kink noted. You do have a point though... I haven't had to deal with my personal PR or had a P.A. in a while." Said Tony, thoughtful.

"How can you not have a P.A.? Is that even legal?" Peter asked

"Well, I made my last one the CEO of my company, fell in love with her, started dating her and then very publicly got dumped by her... so I'm apprehensive about replacing her." Tony regretted this outburst as soon as he finished talking.

"I think about you when I touch myself." Peter informed

"What. The. Hell. Parker" Tony said, trying to sound affronted when he could barely contain his laughter

"Oh sorry buddy I thought we were playing the oversharing game." Peter sniggered. "You know what you should do? You should get an older Jewish lady to be your P.A. it's what Norman Osbourne did for his son when he kept hitting on his P.A.s.

"Because you know what, Mrs. Leibowitz would bring you Passover brisket and she would never dump you publicly." Peter was almost giggling now.

"Right, she would write me a considerate note." Tony laughed along with Peter.

"Exactly!" He chuckled

There was a lull in the conversation then, during which Tony made up his mind.

"Lunch at the tower tomorrow." Tony decided

"Fine by me. Wait. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

"No. I sometimes go gluten free but not because of celiac just because I like to be an asshole. Why?"

"Cool, I'm bringing Pizza. You paid for drinks last time." stated Peter

"You do realize that I have chefs on my payroll?" Tony asked

"You do realize that I'm offering to bring you Joe's from Greenwich?" Peter countered

"Point taken." Tony conceded

"Good"

"See you"

"Not if I see you first"

"Oh my God"

"I know... I hate myself"

"I'm gonna' hang up now"

"Wait! What do I tell your security tomorrow?" Peter asked

"Tell them you've been summoned by the king" Tony said, only half joking.

"God you're such a douche but I'm so into you..." Peter replied

"I'm glad" Tony admitted

"Okay bye."

"Bye."

The next day Peter Parker texted to confirm the time and then showed up at Tony's place with pizza and a dozen red and yellow roses. And Tony didn't know what to do with himself.

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bandzrus · 5 years

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The No Fun Tour (Part 2)

The Dirt!Tommy Lee x Reader

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SUMMARY // This is Part 2 of this one-shot here. You’ve been working as a roadie for Motley Crue for a number of years because of your interest in the music business and family connections with Doc. The boys are touring with Ozzy and things are looking promising for them, but they’re under strict orders to keep the shenanigans down or else their deal with Elektra Records is in jeopardy. After Doc assigned you to watch Tommy for a night and you woke up wrapped in his arms, you’re starting to realize you have more feelings for the drummer than you thought. Ozzy’s wife Sharon has also been cracking down the on the boys, leading them to nickname the tour the “No Fun Tour”. You’re still on babysitting duty for the band, but you’ve decided they can have a little fun just for one night.

NOTE // oml I can’t believe you guys liked this one-shot so much! It’s the first one I’ve ever written, I was lowkey only expecting a couple of likes, not a whole bunch of comments saying to write a part 2! My requests are still open if you guys want me to write other stuff btw.

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You were surprised Tommy kept his mouth shut after what happened. None of the guys could be described as humble, so you were surprised he hadn’t bragged to Vince and Nikki about you sleeping in his bed. You were thankful though. If Doc ever found out, you’d probably be fired because your position as roadie would be compromised. You were content to act as if nothing ever happened, and it seemed like Tommy was at least on board with the idea. The week continued as usual, moving from hotel to show, you carrying instruments back and forth and doing booze runs for the band. Things were still rocky with Elektra Records; the one smooth night at the hotel hadn’t solved that just yet. Doc was hoping to finish the tour with minimal damages, and Ozzy’s wife Sharon seemed to share his passion for keeping the band from having any fun. She’d police Motley Crue around like she was their mother, and while you were glad there was less work for you to do, it was obviously taking a toll on the band.

Nikki was even grouchier and angry than usual, Vince kept claiming he had blue balls, Mick was sulking, and Tommy wouldn’t stop whining to you.

“We’re out of booze again,” the drummer grumbled, letting the last couple drops of the gin bottle fall onto the table of the bus.

“That’s your second bottle, Tommy.”

“So?”

“Maybe try being sober for once?”

Tommy crinkled up his nose.

“This really is the No fucking Fun Tour. Can we pleeeeease go out and get something? At least a pack of cigarettes? Vince stole mine,” he said. You rolled your eyes and put a hand on your hip before turning to the driver.

“How much longer until we get to the hotel?” you asked. Doc looked up from his newspaper and raised an eyebrow.

“Mmm maybe ten minutes?”

“Thanks,” you said, turning back to Tommy who was giving you his signature pout. “Can you wait ten minutes?”

“No.”

“Too bad.”

The drummer let out a huge sigh and chucked the bottle across the bus where it thankfully landed in a pile of dirty clothes and didn’t smash. You really didn’t want to be cleaning glass off the floor right now.

“Would it make you feel better if I agreed to go out and get cigarettes with you once we get there?” you asked, sliding into the booth opposite Tommy.

“Only a little.”

“I’ll take that,” you said, leaning back against the window and propping your feet up on the table. Tommy gave you a funny look.

“What?”

“Shouldn’t you be like… I don’t know, doing something around here?” he gestured around the bus vaguely.

“Like cleaning up after you guys?”

“Yeah.”

“I already picked up all your guys’ shit from last night this morning and I can’t do laundry until we get to the hotel, so no. Now that Sharon’s around you guys are so much easier to manage,” you smirked, knowing that mentioning Sharon’s name would piss Tommy off.

“I can’t believe Ozzy puts up with that bitch,” the drummer muttered darkly under his breath.

“It would be like if one of us married Y/N,” Nikki agreed, sliding into the booth next to Tommy. You tried not to flinch at his comment. Had Tommy said something to Nikki after all? Or were you just being paranoid? Whatever the case, Nikki didn’t seem to notice your movement. The dark circles under his eyes were evidence that he hadn’t been sleeping much at all since the start of the tour. Despite how whiny Tommy was, he didn’t look nearly as worse for wear as the rest of the band. The fact that he was shoveling less coke up his nose than usual was probably part of it.

“God, I can’t believe I’m saying this but I can’t wait until we’re off this dumb tour,” said Nikki. “I haven’t screwed any chics in over a week and we’re out of blow.”

“And booze,” Tommy added.

“Fuck, are you serious?”

“Yeah dude, and Vince has my last pack of cigs.”

“This is the worst fucking tour ever.”

“Well we can at least get off this bus in about five minutes,” you put in.

“Thank god.”

Thank god was right. Even you were starting to get sick and tired of being on the bus. It had been a long haul between stops, and with the boys less wasted and high as usual, there wasn’t much to keep you busy. When the bus pulled up outside the hotel, it took all your skills to stay out of the way as the band pushed and shoved each other out the door and out into the parking lot. Following after Doc, you sidled up next to Tommy and waited for Doc to give his speech.

“Alright, you’re rooms 508, 509, 510, and 511. I’ll be down the hall in 504 if you need me. I don’t think I have to tell you boys that if anyone so much as lights a match or thinks about throwing anything out the window, we’re back on the bus. Elektra is on my ass about our budget, and you’ll be back on the street if you screw this up.”

“Finally no fucking babysitters,” growled Nikki.

“We’re still going into town, right Y/N?” Tommy leaned in to you.

“Yes,” you promised, patting his shoulder like a cliché parent.

“What’s this about going into town?”

Vince’s blond head popped up from over the drummer’s shoulder.

“Town, what?”

All four boys were around you in a second looking like a bunch of starving puppies. You couldn’t say no to them if you tried.

“I’ll call a cab,” you said. You left Doc and the boys out in the parking lot as you asked the receptionist to call a cab for five. You glad when it showed up in less than five minutes.

Squeezing in like a pack of sardines, you were wedged between Tommy and Nikki because Vince had snagged the front seat and Mick was giving death glares to anyone who threatened to go in the back with him. You were once again very thankful that neither Tommy nor Nikki wreaked of alcohol, cocaine, cigarettes, piss, and hairspray yet today. They would by the end of the night, but that you were used to. Letting the driver know to take you to the nearest gas station, you settled into your seat, folding your hands in your lap. You cast a glance up at Tommy when his hand bumped yours.

“What?” you asked him.

“Nothin’, just trying to get comfortable in here because somebody doesn’t want to share,” answered Tommy, looked over his shoulder at Mick.

“I don’t want your chicken legs back here, drummer,” said the guitarist, flipping Tommy off. Tommy stuck out his tongue and turned back around, letting his arm fall around your shoulder. You hated to admit that it felt nice. Usually it was you making the physical contact with Motley Crue, whether that was helping put on makeup, adjusting outfits, patting them on the back, or holding their hair. It felt good to have the gesture returned in some way. Nobody else could tell since you, Nikki, and Tommy were so squished together, but you leaned into the drummer.

It was only a seven minute drive to the gas station, and it was just as much of a hassle to get the boys back out of the cab as it was to get them in. Jostling to be the first in the door, the little bell on the gas station door signaled your entrance.

“Tommy, pick me up some cigs,” Nikki said, following Mick towards the alcohol at the back of the store. Vince was about to follow them when he spotted a leggy brunette in the chip aisle. You knew you’d be waiting an extra few minutes for the singer to rejoin them in the cab. Letting out a breath, you and Tommy made for the counter to inquire about smokes.

“Uh, how many of the Marlboros do you have?” the drummer asked, pointing for the cashier.

“Two up here, but I think I’ve got more in the back. Give me a minute?”

The two of you nodded.

“Want anything, Y/N?”

“Come on Tommy, you know I don’t smoke,” you said. “I’ll drink whatever you guys pick out, but I draw the line at lung cancer.”

“You’re a better man than I,” teased Tommy. “But smokes aside, do you want to talk about the other night?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, running a hand through your hair.

“The other night at the hotel, and just now in the cab.”

“We’ve been to lots of hotels, drummer,” you diverted. This was going to be the start of a very awkward conversation and an even more awkward relationship that you didn’t want to happen.

“For the record I wasn’t trying to get in your pants, I just didn’t think you’d want to sleep on the floor in those pants. You’re the one who destroyed the pillow wall.”

You let out a huff of breath and faced the drummer.

“You were hogging the blankets, but it was stupid and I shouldn’t have done it. I’m your guys’ roadie, I’m not just some chic you can hook up with and dispose of whenever someone prettier comes along.”

“Can you at least admit that you enjoyed it?” Tommy asked.

“And if I do what does that mean?”

Tommy was about to answer when the cashier came back with a box.

“Seven please,” the drummer told him, reaching into his back pocket for cash. He gave you a look as he handed over the crumpled pills and grabbed the cigarettes off the counter. The two of you waited by the door until Nikki and Mick finished loading cases of booze into their arms and paid as well. As you had guessed, everyone else was loaded into the cab before Vince finally reappeared, hair looking a little more disheveled then when he had gone in and with a lipstick stain on his collar.

“I should tell Sharon,” joked Nikki, punching the blond in the arm. You and Tommy both snickered from the back seat as Vince got in the cab.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare,” he warned, adjusting his collar to hide the lipstick. Divvying up a six-pack of beer between you, Nikki leaned over the seat to you and Tommy.

“You grabbed my cigs right?”

“Got ‘em right here, man,” Tommy replied, handing over three of the packs to the bass player and taking a sip of his drink. You were struggling to get the cap off; usually you had a counter or something to help.

“Need a hand?” asked Tommy.

“Yeah,” you admitted, handing the bottle over to him in defeat. Not breaking eye contact, you watched the drummer pop the cap off with his teeth. Giving you a big grin he handed the bottle back.

“Very subtle,” you said with a laugh.

“It impressed you, didn’t it?”

“Impressed isn’t the word I’d use. Maybe entertained?” you replied cheekily. “The only thing impressive about you guys is how stupid you can be.”

“Oooo ouch Y/N, harsh!” winced Nikki, him and Vince turning around to join your conversation.

“Yeah, but I’m not wrong though,” you said.

“If anyone other than you said that about us I’d bash their friggin’ skull in,” Vince commented, sipping on his beer.

“She is mean, isn’t she? Almost as bad as Sharon,” said Nikki.

“Cuter though,” Tommy defended, patting your thigh affectionately. Part of you didn’t want him to lift his hand.

“It’s like having an annoying sister,” Vince concluded.

“You guys would be so dead without me.”

They totally would be dead somewhere in a ditch without you and Doc. Mostly Doc, but you’d like to think you’d helped Motley Crue a lot too. You’d been travelling with them for years now, helping them get ready for shows, interviews, music videos, everything. You could tell if one of them was about to puke way before it happened, and you could handle all of them pretty well when they were drunk and or high. Even though your job was supposed to be just loading and unloading equipment, you had taken up the roll of babysitter long before Doc suggested it.

Taking a long swig of your beer, it was only a couple more minutes before you were all back at the hotel. Pushing and shoving each other, you found Doc in the lobby still, waiting.

“Hey, Doc,” you called, giving him a wave. The four boys were trailing behind you guffawing about something.

“I see you found what you were looking for,” Doc said, gesturing at the armfuls of booze the band was carrying. He didn’t look amused.

“I’ll make sure they make it to their rooms,” you promised, putting an arm on Tommy’s shoulder and leading them all towards the elevator. This hotel was fancier than the last one you had been at, and the elevator was made of glass. Herding Motley Crue inside, you pressed the button for the 5th floor. The sight that met your eyes when you turned around was one you should have seen coming. They were only one beer in, and they already had their pants down with their asses up against the glass, mooning everyone in the lobby. You put a palm to your face and shook your head.

“You guys are fucking ridiculous,” you muttered. They were all laughing hysterically and looking over each other’s shoulders at the started on-lookers. You couldn’t help but laugh a little yourself. They were wild, but you loved them. When the elevator arrived on the fifth floor, you gave them all the keys to their rooms.

“No babysitting tonight, but you heard what Doc said earlier. If there’s any kind of mischief, you can kiss your record deal goodbye,” you warned, slapping the room keys in each of their hands.

“Yeah yeah,” promised Nikki, shooing you away with his free hand, the other clutching the almost empty beer bottle. Waving goodbye, you watched them all go into their rooms, and when you were satisfied they were staying put, you went back to the lobby to join Doc.

He wasn’t reading a newspaper anymore, but instead had a series of spreadsheets and notepads sprawled out over the table.

“Can I help with anything?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at one of the complicated looking spreadsheets.

“A coffee would be nice,” Doc replied, scribbling something and pulling out a calculator. “Trying to figure out how we’re going to make any money off this tour is proving more difficult than I’d like. Everything is just going straight to damage claims.”

“I’ll get that coffee,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. Doc was a real trooper. You knew firsthand that managing Motley Crue was no easy task. Wandering into the breakfast room of the hotel, you spotted the coffee bar. Black with one sugar, the way he always like it. You grabbed a cup for yourself as well before you walked back to Doc and handed him the cup.

“Thanks, Y/N, you’re a saint.”

“I try,” you smiled, sipping.

“The boys give you any trouble?”

“Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“It seems like everything went good with Tommy the other night.”

You choked and spat a little of your coffee back into the cup.

“Sorry?”

“Well he didn’t cause any trouble so everything must have gone well,” Doc said.

“Oh… yeah, everything was fine. We watched TV.”

“Yeah, he mentioned something about Gilligan’s Island to me.”

“Did he mention anything else?” you asked, worrying that Tommy might have said something else to Doc.

“Nope, that was it.”

You let out a sigh of relief and took another sip of coffee.

“Only a few more weeks of this tour, right?”

“Yep, thank god. I don’t know how much more of their bitching I can handle. I’m surprised they’re not at each other’s throats yet,” muttered Doc, rubbing his temples and exchanging his pen for the cup of coffee. “You’ve been a real help, especially with Tommy.”

“I really don’t know why you think Tommy listens to me more than anyone else,” you said, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

“He’s got a bigger heart than the rest of them.”

“And what does that have to do with anything?”

“He’s got a bit of a soft spot for you.”

“Did he tell you that?”

“Nikki told me.”

“Ahh,” you sighed, taking another sip of coffee. So Nikki knew something was up between you and Tommy, at least as far as Tommy’s end was concerned. People had started nick-naming the two of them the Terror Twins, so you shouldn’t have been surprised Nikki knew more about Tommy.

Absorbed in your coffee, you and Doc hung out in the lobby for a while. The peace and quiet was nice, since you didn’t get it very often anymore. You read through a bunch of magazines, and then around 9pm you decided to go check on the band.

Mick was lying in bed with his eyes closed and his hands crossed over his chest, looking very much like a gothic ancient Egyptian mummy. You didn’t think he was asleep because his guitar was on the bed next to him and some papers were scattered around. He’d probably been working on some new material.

Vince’s door had the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on it, but that wasn’t enough to stop you. It was the not one but two female voices from inside that made the decision to keep the door closed very easy. You’d walked in on enough of the blond’s sexual escapades to know what kinds of sights would greet you on the other side of that door.

You didn’t hear anything from Nikki’s room, which surprised you a little, so you checked inside. No Nikki, just a bunch of empty bottles and his base. His jacket had a new rip in it, and wherever he was, he was barefoot because his boots and socks were near the window. Great.

There was a shout from the room next door, Tommy’s, and you mentally braced yourself for whatever was coming next. Letting yourself in, the first thing you saw was a half-naked Tommy with a tie around his forehead. Where the tie had come from you had no idea. Nikki was cackling away on the bed, a vodka bottle in his hand, mostly empty.

“For the love of god, you two, what’s so funny?” you asked, closing the door behind you and assessing the rest of the damage. Nothing seemed to be broken yet, but most of the bedding was on the floor and the sink was running.

“Tommy thinks he does a good Elvis impression,” chuckled Nikki, taking a long swig out of his bottle. Tommy also had a bottle in his hand you noted, and there were about a dozen more littering the carpet. You shut the sink off.

“Come on Tommy, do it again for Y/N!” begged Nikki before collapsing into hysterics again. The drummer gave you a big goofy grin and cleared his throat before beginning to sing the lyrics to Hound Dog.

“You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

You ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Cryin' all the time

Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit and you ain't no friend of mine,” he sang. He was certainly no Elvis, but it was funny none the less. You were halfway through laughing yourself when you caught the tell-tale sign that Tommy was about to puke.

“Tommy,” you said. “Hand me the bottle.”

“No,” he whined, lifting it above your head where he knew you couldn’t reach.

“Give it.”

“Noooo you have to come get-“

One dry heave, two dry heaves, you pushed the drummer into the bathroom right before he threw up into the toilet. While he was barfing his guts out, you slowly pulled the bottle out of his hands and put it back in the fridge. Turning to Nikki, you let him polish off the rest of what was in his bottle then shooed him out the door.

“Go back to your room Nik,” you said, watching to make sure the bassist made it back before you returned to Tommy’s side. Holding his hair back, you patted him on the back.

“This is what happens when you drink too fast,” you scolded lightly.

“Shut up,” croaked Tommy, heaving once more into the toilet before standing up and wiping his mouth. “I’m just outta practice.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you shrugged.

“This tour fucking sucks, the only thing good that’s really happened was you sleeping in my bed.”

You paused. You knew Tommy was very drunk right now which meant very little of what he was saying was to be taken seriously, but this seemed different than the usual drunken banter you two had. There was a good chance he wouldn’t remember this conversation the next morning so you decided to indulge him.

“Doc seems to think you have a soft spot for me,” you said, hoping Tommy would give himself away so you could stop overthinking things.

“Mmm Nikki snitched on me, fuck.”

Tommy leaned against the counter while you grabbed a plastic cup from the kitchen and filled it with water. Handing it to the drummer, you continued.

“So it’s true then?” you inquired.

“Nikki was supposed to keep his damn mouth shut. I know nothing will ever happen between us because it’ll fuck things up for you.”

“You’re not wrong about that,” you said. “It’s probably not a good idea for the roadie to hook up with the rock star.”

Tommy downed the cup of water in one gulp. He tried to walk over to the bed on his own, but he was wobbling so you steadying him with your arm. Pulling his boots off for him, you let him roll into the middle of the bed before you threw one of the blankets back on.

“I never wanted it to be just a hook up anyway,” grumbled Tommy into his pillow. “But you don’t want that, so I’ll just keep pretending I don’t feel anything so I don’t fuck shit up for you.”

His words were muffled, but they were bringing a tear into your eye. How long had this been going on for? How long had Tommy had feelings for you? And the bigger question, how long had you had feelings for him? There was no way this had just started a week ago.

“Tommy,” you started.

“I’m sorry for being an ass last week Y/N, I shouldn’t have made you sleep in my bed.”

He looked so cute with his head buried in his pillow, hair splayed out across it. You didn’t even mind the fact that he smelled like vodka, you were used to it anyway.

“You didn’t make me do anything,” you said, slowly letting your jacket and shoes fall to the floor. This was one of your worst ideas and you knew it, but you climbed into bed with Tommy anyway. Wriggling into his side, you caught just a little bit of the Tommy smell you loved so much under the vodka odor. You felt him nuzzle his face in your hair and wrap his arm protectively around your middle. You could feel his heart beat on your back and wondered if he could tell how fast yours was beating. Part of you wanted this so bad, but the other part knew it was only going to wind up causing you trouble. Maybe even costing you your job that you’d worked so hard for. But being curled up in Tommy’s arms felt so good and it wasn’t long before your eyes drooped shut, the two of you almost asleep. You felt Tommy pull you closer to him and whisper against your shoulder.

“I think I love you.”

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Rodney King

Rodney Glen King (April 2, 1965 – June 17, 2012) was an American construction worker turned writer and activist after surviving an act of police brutality by the Los Angeles Police Department. On March 3, 1991, King was violently beaten by LAPD officers during his arrest for fleeing and resisting arrest on California State Route 210. A civilian, George Holliday, filmed the incident from his nearby balcony and sent the footage to local news station KTLA. The footage clearly showed King being beaten repeatedly, and the incident was covered by news media around the world.

The four officers were tried on charges of use of police brutality; three were acquitted, and the jury failed to reach a verdict on one charge for the fourth. Within hours of the acquittals, the 1992 Los Angeles riots started, sparked by outrage among African Americans over the trial's verdict and related, longstanding social issues. The rioting lasted six days and killed 63 people with 2,383 more injured; it ended only after the California Army National Guard, the United States Army and the United States Marine Corps provided reinforcements to re-establish control.

The federal government prosecuted a separate civil rights case, obtaining grand jury indictments of the four officers for violations of King's civil rights. Their trial in a federal district court ended on April 16, 1993, with two of the officers being found guilty and sentenced to serve prison terms. The other two were acquitted of the charges. In a separate suit, the city of Los Angeles awarded King $3.8 million in damages. He attempted to start a business, but was not successful.

In 2012, he was found dead in his swimming pool two months after publishing his memoir; the coroner found evidence of alcohol and drugs in his system and ruled these and his history of heart problems had likely resulted in an accidental drowning.

Early life

King was born in Sacramento, California in 1965, the son of Ronald and Odessa King. He and his four siblings grew up in Altadena, California. King attended John Muir High School and often talked about being inspired by his social science teacher, Robert E. Jones. King's father died in 1984 at the age of 42; he had been a violent alcoholic.

On November 3, 1989, King robbed a store in Monterey Park, California. He threatened the Korean store owner with an iron bar, and hit him with a wooden pole. King stole two hundred dollars in cash during the robbery. He was caught, convicted, and sentenced to two years imprisonment. He was released on December 27, 1990, after serving one year in prison.

Marriage and family

While still a teenager, King had a daughter with his girlfriend Carmen Simpson. He later married Danetta Lyles (cousin to rapper Mack 10) and had a daughter. King and Lyles were eventually divorced. He later married and had a daughter with Crystal Waters. This marriage also ended in divorce.

1991 police assault in Los Angeles

Early in the morning of March 3, 1991, King, with his friends Bryant Allen and Freddie Helms, were driving a 1987 Hyundai Excel west on the Foothill Freeway (Interstate 210) in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles. The three had spent the night watching basketball and drinking at a friend's house in Los Angeles. At 12:30 a.m., officers Tim and Melanie Singer, husband and wife members of the California Highway Patrol, noticed King's car speeding on the freeway. They pursued King with lights and sirens, and the pursuit reached 117 mph (188 km/h), while King refused to pull over. King later said he tried to outrun the police because a charge of driving under the influence would violate his parole for his previous robbery conviction.

King left the freeway near the Hansen Dam Recreation Area and the pursuit continued through residential streets at speeds ranging from 55 to 80 miles per hour (90 to 130 km/h), and through at least one red light. By this point, several police cars and a police helicopter had joined in the pursuit. After approximately 8 miles (13 km), officers cornered King in his car. The first five Los Angeles Police Department (LAPD) officers to arrive were Stacey Koon, Laurence Powell, Timothy Wind, Theodore Briseno, and Rolando Solano.

Beating

Officer Tim Singer ordered King and his two passengers to exit the vehicle and to lie face down on the ground. Allen claims he was manhandled, kicked, stomped, taunted, and threatened. Helms was hit in the head while lying on the ground; he was treated for a laceration on the top of his head. His bloody baseball cap was turned over to police. King remained in the car. When he emerged, he was reported to have been gagged, to have patted the ground, and waved to the police helicopter overhead. King grabbed his buttocks, which Officer Melanie Singer took to mean King was reaching for a weapon, though he was later found to be unarmed. She drew her pistol and pointed it at King, ordering him to lie on the ground. Singer approached, gun drawn, preparing to arrest him. At this point, Koon, the ranking officer at the scene, told Singer that the LAPD was taking command and ordered all officers to holster their weapons.

LAPD officers are taught to approach a suspect without their gun drawn, as there is a risk that any suspect may gain control of it if an officer gets too close. Koon ordered the four other LAPD officers at the scene—Briseno, Powell, Solano, and Wind—to subdue and handcuff King using a technique called a "swarm." This involves multiple officers grabbing a suspect with empty hands, in order to quickly overcome potential resistance. As four officers attempted to restrain him, King resisted by standing to remove Officers Powell and Briseno from his back. The officers later testified that they believed King was under the influence of phencyclidine (PCP), although King's toxicology tested negative for the drug.

Holliday video

King was twice tasered by Koon. This marks the approximate start of the period that George Holliday videotaped. In the tape, King is seen on the ground. He rises and rushes toward Powell—as argued in court, either to attack Powell or to flee—and King and Powell collided in the rush. Taser wire can be seen on King's body. Officer Powell strikes King with his baton, and King is knocked to the ground. Powell strikes King several more times with his baton. Briseno moves in, attempting to stop Powell from striking again, and Powell stands back. Koon reportedly said, "That's enough." King rises again, to his knees; Powell and Wind are seen hitting King with their batons.

Koon acknowledged ordering the continued use of batons, directing Powell and Wind to strike King with "power strokes." According to Koon, Powell and Wind used "bursts of power strokes, then backed off." The officers beat King. In the videotape, King continues to try to stand again. Koon orders the officers to "hit his joints, hit the wrists, hit his elbows, hit his knees, hit his ankles." Officers Wind, Briseno, and Powell attempted numerous baton strikes on King, resulting in some misses but with 33 blows hitting King, plus seven kicks. The officers again "swarm" King, but this time a total of eight officers are involved in the swarm. King is placed in handcuffs and cordcuffs, restraining his arms and legs. King is dragged on his abdomen to the side of the road to await the arrival of emergency medical rescue.

Holliday shot a videotape of the incident on his camcorder from his apartment near the intersection of Foothill Boulevard and Osborne Street in Lake View Terrace. Two days later, Holliday called LAPD headquarters at Parker Center to let the police department know that he had a videotape of the incident, but he could not find anyone who was interested in seeing the video. He went to KTLA television with his videotape. The station cut ten seconds of the video, before the image was in focus, that showed an extremely blurry shot of King rising to his feet and taking one step before being struck by one of the officers. Later, members of the jury said this cut footage was essential to their decision to acquit the officers, who had claimed this step represented the first of a charge at them. The footage as a whole became an instant media sensation. Portions were aired numerous times, and it "turned what would otherwise have been a violent, but soon forgotten, encounter between the Los Angeles police and an uncooperative suspect into one of the most widely watched and discussed incidents of its kind."

Several "copwatch" organizations subsequently were started throughout the United States to safeguard against police abuse, including an umbrella group, October 22 Coalition to Stop Police Brutality.

Post-arrest events

Aftermath

King was taken to Pacifica Hospital after his arrest, where he was found to have suffered a fractured facial bone, a broken right ankle, and multiple bruises and lacerations. In a negligence claim filed with the city, King alleged he had suffered "11 skull fractures, permanent brain damage, broken [bones and teeth], kidney failure [and] emotional and physical trauma". Blood and urine samples taken from King five hours after his arrest showed that he would have been intoxicated under California law at the time of his arrest. The tests also showed traces of marijuana (26 ng/ml). Pacifica Hospital nurses reported that the officers who accompanied King (including Wind) openly joked and bragged about the number of times they had hit King. Officers obtained King's identification from his clothes pockets at that time. King later sued the city for damages and a jury awarded him $3.8 million, as well as $1.7 million in attorney's fees. The city did not pursue charges against King for driving while intoxicated and evading arrest. District Attorney Ira Reiner believed there was insufficient evidence for prosecution. His successor Gil Garcetti thought that by December 1992, too much time had passed to charge King with evading arrest; he also noted that the statute of limitations on drunk driving had passed.

Charges against police officers and trial

The Los Angeles County District Attorney subsequently charged four police officers, including one sergeant, with assault and use of excessive force. Due to the extensive media coverage of the arrest, the trial received a change of venue from Los Angeles County to Simi Valley in neighboring Ventura County. The jury was composed of nine whites, one bi-racial male, one Latino, and one Asian American. The prosecutor, Terry White, was black.

On April 29, 1992, the seventh day of jury deliberations, the jury acquitted all four officers of assault and acquitted three of the four of using excessive force. The jury could not agree on a verdict for the fourth officer charged with using excessive force. The verdicts were based in part on the first three seconds of a blurry, 13-second segment of the videotape that, according to journalist Lou Cannon, had not been aired by television news stations in their broadcasts.

The first two seconds of videotape, contrary to the claims made by the accused officers, show King attempting to flee past Laurence Powell. During the next one minute and 19 seconds, King is beaten continuously by the officers. The officers testified that they tried to physically restrain King prior to the starting point of the videotape, but King was able to physically throw them off.

Afterward, the prosecution suggested that the jurors may have acquitted the officers because of becoming desensitized to the violence of the beating, as the defense played the videotape repeatedly in slow motion, breaking it down until its emotional impact was lost.

Outside the Simi Valley courthouse where the acquittals were delivered, county sheriff's deputies protected Stacey Koon from angry protesters on the way to his car. Movie director John Singleton, who was in the crowd at the courthouse, predicted, "By having this verdict, what these people done, they lit the fuse to a bomb."

Christopher Commission

Los Angeles Mayor Tom Bradley created the Independent Commission on the Los Angeles Police Department, also known as the Christopher Commission, in April 1991. Led by attorney Warren Christopher, it was created to conduct "a full and fair examination of the structure and operation of the LAPD," including its recruitment and training practices, internal disciplinary system, and citizen complaint system.

Los Angeles riots and the aftermath

Though few people at first considered race an important factor in the case, including Rodney King's attorney, Steven Lerman, the Holliday videotape was at the time stirring deep resentment among African Americans in Los Angeles, as well as other major cities in the United States, where they had often complained of police abuse against their communities. The officers' jury consisted of Ventura County residents: ten white, one Latino, one Asian. Lead prosecutor Terry White was African American. On April 29, 1992, the jury acquitted three of the officers but could not agree on one of the charges against Powell.

Los Angeles Mayor Tom Bradley said, "The jury's verdict will not blind us to what we saw on that videotape. The men who beat Rodney King do not deserve to wear the uniform of the LAPD." President George H. W. Bush said, "Viewed from outside the trial, it was hard to understand how the verdict could possibly square with the video. Those civil rights leaders with whom I met were stunned. And so was I and so was Barbara and so were my kids."

Within hours of the acquittals, the 1992 Los Angeles riots began, lasting six days. African-Americans were outraged by the verdicts and began rioting in the streets along with the Latino communities. By the time law enforcement, the California Army National Guard, the United States Army, and the United States Marine Corps restored order, the riots had resulted in 63 deaths, 2,383 injuries, more than 7,000 fires, damage to 3,100 businesses, and nearly $1 billion in financial losses. Smaller riots occurred in other U.S. cities such as San Francisco, Las Vegas in neighboring Nevada (see West Las Vegas riots), Seattle in Washington state, and as far east as Atlanta in Georgia and New York City. A minor riot erupted on Yonge Street in Toronto, Ontario, Canada as a result of the acquittals.

During the riots, on May 1, 1992, King made a television appearance in which he said,

I just want to say – you know – can we all get along? Can we, can we get along? Can we stop making it horrible for the older people and the kids? And ... I mean we've got enough smog in Los Angeles let alone to deal with setting these fires and things ... It's just not right. It's not right and it's not going to change anything. We'll get our justice. They've won the battle, but they haven't won the war. We'll get our day in court and that's all we want. And, just, uh, I love – I'm neutral. I love every – I love people of color. I'm not like they're making me out to be. We've got to quit. We've got to quit; I mean after all, I could understand the first – upset for the first two hours after the verdict, but to go on, to keep going on like this and to see the security guard shot on the ground – it's just not right. It's just not right, because those people will never go home to their families again. And uh, I mean please, we can, we can get along here. We all can get along. We just gotta. We gotta. I mean, we're all stuck here for a while. Let's, you know, let's try to work it out. Let's try to beat it, you know. Let's try to work it out.

The widely quoted line has been often paraphrased as, "Can we all just get along?" or "Can't we all just get along?"

Federal trial of officers

After the acquittals and the riots, the United States Department of Justice (DOJ) sought indictments of the police officers for violations of King's civil rights. On May 7, federal prosecutors began presenting evidence to the federal grand jury in Los Angeles. On August 4, the grand jury returned indictments against the three officers for "willfully and intentionally using unreasonable force" and against Sergeant Koon for "willfully permitting and failing to take action to stop the unlawful assault" on King. Based on these indictments, a trial of the four officers in the United States District Court for the Central District of California began on February 25, 1993.

The federal trial focused more on the incident. On March 9 of the 1993 trial, King took the witness stand and described to the jury the events as he remembered them. The jury found Officer Laurence Powell and Sergeant Stacey Koon guilty, and they were subsequently sentenced to 30 months in prison. Timothy Wind and Theodore Briseno were acquitted of all charges.

During the three-hour sentencing hearing U.S. District Judge John Davies, accepted much of the defense version of the beating. He strongly criticized King, who he said provoked the officers' initial actions. Davies said that only the final six or so baton blows by Powell were unlawful. The first 55 seconds of the videotaped portion of the incident, during which the vast majority of the blows were delivered, was within the law because the officers were attempting to subdue a suspect who was resisting efforts to take him into custody.

Davies found that King's provocative behavior began with his "remarkable consumption of alcoholic beverage" and continued through a high-speed chase, refusal to submit to police orders, and an aggressive charge toward Powell. Davies made several findings in support of the officers' version of events. He concluded that Officer Powell never intentionally struck King in the head, and "Powell's baton blow that broke King's leg was not illegal because King was still resisting and rolling around on the ground, and breaking bones in resistant suspects is permissible under police policy."

Mitigation cited by the judge in determining the length of the prison sentence included the suffering the officers had undergone because of the extensive publicity their case had received, high legal bills that were still unpaid, the impending loss of their careers as police officers, their higher risks of abuse while in prison, and their undergoing two trials. The judge acknowledged that the two trials did not legally constitute double jeopardy, but nonetheless raised "the specter of unfairness".

These mitigations were critical to the validity of the sentences imposed, because federal sentencing guidelines called for much longer prison terms in the range of 70 to 87 months. The low sentences were controversial, and were appealed by the prosecution. In a 1994 ruling, the United States Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit rejected all the grounds cited by Judge Davies and extended the terms. The case was appealed by the defense to the U.S. Supreme Court. Both Koon and Powell were released from prison while they appealed the Ninth Circuit's ruling, having served their original 30-month sentences with time off for good behavior. On June 14, 1996, the high court reversed the lower court in a ruling, unanimous in its most important aspects, which gave a strong endorsement to judicial discretion, even under sentencing guidelines intended to produce uniformity.

Later life

Los Angeles Mayor Tom Bradley offered King $200,000 and a four-year college education funded by the city of Los Angeles. King refused and sued the city, winning $3.8 million. Bryant Allen, one of the passengers in King's car on the night of the incident, received $35,000 in his lawsuit against the city of Los Angeles. The estate of Freddie Helms, the other passenger, settled for $20,000; Helms died in a car accident on June 29, 1991, age 20, in Pasadena. King invested a portion of his settlement in a record label, Straight Alta-Pazz Records, hoping to employ minority employees, but it went out of business. He later wrote a memoir (with help of a ghostwriter) and made a movie about his life.

King was subject to further arrests and convictions for driving violations after the 1991 incident, as he struggled with alcohol and drug addiction. On August 21, 1993, he crashed his car into a block wall in downtown Los Angeles. He was convicted of driving under the influence of alcohol, fined, and entered a rehabilitation program, after which he was placed on probation. In July 1995, he was arrested by Alhambra police after hitting his wife with his car and knocking her to the ground. He was sentenced to 90 days in jail after being convicted of hit and run.

On August 27, 2003, King was arrested again for speeding and running a red light while under the influence of alcohol. He failed to yield to police officers and slammed his vehicle into a house, breaking his pelvis. On November 29, 2007, while riding home on his bicycle, King was shot in the face, arms, and back with pellets from a shotgun. He reported that the attackers were a man and a woman who demanded his bicycle and shot him when he rode away. Police described the wounds as looking as if they came from birdshot.

In May 2008, King checked into the Pasadena Recovery Center in Pasadena, California, where he filmed as a cast member of season 2 of Celebrity Rehab with Dr. Drew, which premiered in October 2008. Dr. Drew Pinsky, who runs the facility, showed concern for King's life and said he would die unless his addiction was treated. King also appeared on Sober House, a Celebrity Rehab spin-off focusing on a sober living environment. During his time on Celebrity Rehab and Sober House, King worked on his addiction and what he said was lingering trauma of the beating. He and Pinsky physically retraced King's path from the night of his beating, eventually reaching the spot where it happened, the site of the Children's Museum of Los Angeles.

In 2009, King and other Celebrity Rehab alumni appeared as panel speakers to a new group of addicts at the Pasadena Recovery Center, marking 11 months of sobriety for him. His appearance was aired in the third-season episode "Triggers". King won a celebrity boxing match against Chester, Pennsylvania police officer Simon Aouad on September 11, 2009, at the Ramada Philadelphia Airport in Essington.

On September 9, 2010, it was confirmed that King was going to marry Cynthia Kelly, who had been a juror in the civil suit he brought against the City of Los Angeles. On March 3, 2011, the 20th anniversary of the beating, the LAPD stopped King for driving erratically and issued him a citation for driving with an expired license. This arrest led to a February 2012 misdemeanor conviction for reckless driving.

The BBC quoted King commenting on his legacy. "Some people feel like I'm some kind of hero. Others hate me. They say I deserved it. Other people, I can hear them mocking me for when I called for an end to the destruction, like I'm a fool for believing in peace."

Bibliography

In April 2012, King published his memoir, The Riot Within: My Journey from Rebellion to Redemption. Co-authored by Lawrence J. Spagnola, the book describes King's turbulent youth as well as his personal account of the arrest, the trials, and the aftermath.

Death

On Fathers Day, Sunday June 17, 2012, Cynthia Kelly found King lying underwater at the bottom of his swimming pool. King died 28 years to the day after his father, Ronald King was found dead in his pool in 1984. Police in Rialto received a 911 call from Kelly at about 5:25 a.m. (PDT). Responding officers removed King from the pool and attempted to revive him. He was transferred by ambulance to Arrowhead Regional Medical Center in Colton, California and was pronounced dead on arrival at 6:11 a.m. (PDT) The Rialto Police Department began a standard drowning investigation and said there did not appear to be any foul play. On August 23, 2012, King's autopsy results were released, stating he died of accidental drowning. The combination of alcohol, cocaine, marijuana, and PCP found in his system were contributing factors. The conclusion of the report stated: "The effects of the drugs and alcohol, combined with the subject's heart condition, probably precipitated a cardiac arrhythmia, and the subject, incapacitated in the water, was unable to save himself." King had been a user of PCP. Rev. Al Sharpton delivered the eulogy at King's funeral. King is interred at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Los Angeles County, California.

Legacy

Rodney King has become a symbol of police brutality, but his family remembers him as a "human not a symbol". King never advocated for hatred or violence against the police, saying that we needed to "all get along". He made this his foundation for the rest of his life. Since his death, his daughter Lori King has worked with the LAPD to build bridges between the police and the African-American community. She also started a non profit: The Rodney King Foundation for Social Justice and Human Rights, on behalf of her father.

In popular culture

The beating of Rodney King and its aftermath has been addressed frequently in art, including the 1997 film Riot; the Sublime song "April 29, 1992 (Miami)"; an extended discussion on the subject led by Edward Norton in the 1998 film American History X; the 2014 one-man play Rodney King by Roger Guenveur Smith, produced by Spike Lee and released on Netflix in 2017; and the 2016 exhibit Viral: 25 Years from Rodney King. Lee included a snippet of the Rodney King video in his 1992 film Malcolm X. Morgan Freeman and Lori McCreary will be producing a docuseries through their company Revelations Entertainment on the life of Rodney King, to be released in 2018. The beating is also briefly mentioned in The People v. O. J. Simpson: American Crime Story and Law & Order True Crime where Rodney King's case is referenced as the main reason for the outcome of the cases these two anthology miniseries are based on. The beating of Rodney King and the riots that followed were also mentioned in the 2015 film Straight Outta Compton, a biopic about the rap group N.W.A.. the beating was also depicted in an episode of the tv show "9-1-1".

The 2017 film Kings takes place in South Los Angeles during the riots.

The 1999 documentary film The Rodney King Incident: Race and Justice in America produced and directed by Michael Pack features an interview with Rodney King.

Writer Nahshon Dion Anderson had a front row seat to the aftermath of the beating and recounts the details of March 3rd, 1991 in chapter four of her memoir Shooting Range. During 1991-1995 Nahshon was a neighbor of Rodney Kings mother, Odessa King, in Pasadena. She also discusses attending Marshall Fundamental Secondary School with Rodney's baby sister Ratasha and the 1992 Los Angeles riots.

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Fateful Detours - Ch. 2 (Gravity Falls x Infinity Train)

Summary: Stan and Ford have a rocky reunion, and Ford invokes the wrath of a scheming new enemy.

Warnings: description of a car accident (no injuries)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20331070/chapters/48370201

(The Beginning) (The End)

Part two of three has arrived! And don’t get me wrong, I’m quite satisfied with the first chapter, but this one was much more exciting to write :)

***

(12 hours earlier, below a stormy afternoon sky in northwestern New Jersey…)

Stan anxiously drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, checking his mirrors for cops. No one appeared to be tailing him.

Maybe the angry mob had been so hellbent on getting revenge in person that they hadn’t bothered to call the police, or maybe the police hadn’t thought a petty con artist was worth their time, but one thing was for sure — this was the fourth town Stan had gotten run out of this month, which meant that one way or another, staying in New Jersey any longer would surely just get him into even more trouble.

There was only one issue: as much as Stan once liked to brag about how he was going to sail away from that godforsaken state one day, he missed New Jersey.

Or, more accurately, he missed the childhood he’d spent there. He missed Ford.

“You cut that out,” he told himself, shoving the train of thought to the back of his mind. “You think Stanford would care that I feel homesick? He doesn’t deserve to be missed.”

His train of thought refused to go quietly, instead jumping straight off its rails. But you do miss him. That’s why you’re taking the longest possible detour out of Jersey, instead of just heading straight to Pennsylvania.

“Shut UP, Stanley!” Stan shouted, smacking his forehead, and the moment his concentration on driving wavered, his car went careening off the highway. He slammed on the brakes, but there was no traction on the muddy downhill slope, and the Stanleymobile kept sliding until a mighty oak tree intercepted it with a sickening crunch.

For a solid minute, Stan just sat with his head buried in his hands, afraid to even look at the damage. It was the passenger door area that had collided with the tree, so Stan himself had escaped any serious injury, but he didn’t know if the Stanleymobile — his only friend in the world, it felt like — would still be drivable.

Finally, he stepped outside in the rain, trudging through the mud without a single spark of optimism as he made his way around the El Diablo. One look at the front left wheel, pointing an angle it definitely wasn’t supposed to, told him everything he needed to know about whether the car could be salvaged.

He felt like crying, and had he been left alone like that for just one moment longer — his one possession of value wrecked in front of him, his already ruined life reduced to even more pathetic shambles than before — he indeed might have broken down and sobbed. But he was interrupted by a flash of light from the woods, and then another, and then countless more, until the flashing stopped and a constant, brilliant green glow was beaming out from between the trees. Beckoning him.

“What the fuck?” he muttered, but his hands were already opening the backseat door and pulling out the duffel bag that contained all his belongings. His feet were already guiding him into the woods, towards the source of the light…

It was a train, come to a stop right there in the middle of nowhere, advertising its destination of Pennsylvania in bright green letters.

And Stan, under normal circumstances, was not an especially trusting person. But today, for some reason — maybe out of sheer bewildered curiosity, maybe because of some sinister spell the train had cast over him, or maybe just because he had nothing left to lose — he found himself throwing caution to the wind, and stepping aboard.

***

Needless to say, when Ford barged into the rock-climbing car and shouted “What are you doing here?!” all angry and accusatory, Stan told an abbreviated version of the earlier events.

“Got in a wreck, needed a new ride, jumped on the train. Didn’t expect it to kidnap me into a wasteland full of cockroaches that try to suck my soul out if I leave.” His words came out blunt and flat, devoid of a whole flood of conflicting emotions that he struggled to hold back.

“You got off the train?!” Ford didn’t look worried about the state of Stan’s soul. If anything, he seemed incredulous at the notion that Stan would want to leave.

“Of course! Do I look like I want to be trapped in some — some sick experiment, or whatever this thing is? I wouldn’t recommend getting off, though — I kinda almost died.”

Please, Stan thought, please say something that proves you’d care if I did die —

Instead, Ford just stared down at Stan’s crossed arms. “Do you have a number?” he asked, as if that was a perfectly reasonable response to one’s estranged twin talking about their near-death experiences.

“Oh, have you already cracked the code? Have you figured out what the numbers mean using your fancy college brain?” Stan’s attempt to stay detached was breaking down more and more with each retort. “Yeah, I’ve got one, it’s —”

He held out his hand, then blinked in confusion. So did Ford.

“Wait, 153?” Stan asked. “It was 147 just a couple minutes ago! It’s been 147 the whole time I was here!”

“It’s lower than mine?” Ford muttered, narrowing his eyes. “Well, that certainly calls for some adjustments to my hypothesis…”

“So you don’t know what it means?”

“I’ve only been on this train for a matter of hours!” Ford shot back defensively. “I simply don’t have enough data points to conclude anything with any sort of confidence!”

As he waved his hands in the air, Stan caught a glimpse of his number — 163. So Ford was ten points ahead of him… or could it be ten points behind?

“But I will solve this,” Ford continued as he headed for the door on the opposite side of the room. “I’m sure one of the next few cars will provide some clues about —”

“Yeah, good luck with that door,” Stan interrupted. “The only key’s up at the top of that cliff.”

Ford tried to turn the handle, without success, and turned around to squint towards the roof of the car. “Ah. So it is.” He eyed the pulley system. “You couldn’t get up there on your own?”

“Look, there’s not a lot of handholds, okay? I’d like to see you do better.”

“Sure.” Ford picked up a harness lying on the ground, and gestured towards the pulley system. “That’s a manual pulley, right? With two of us here, that’ll make the climb simple.”

“Yeah, but why I am I the one who has to pull you?”

“Because I’m lighter, and you have more upper-body strength?” Ford told him. “I thought that would be obvious.”

Truth be told, Stan didn’t exactly want to attempt the climb again… but as petty as it was, he didn’t want Ford to be the one who arrived and immediately saved the day. Ford was always the irreplaceable one, the star of the show, while it felt like Stan was just the opposite — the twin who failed at anything he attempted on his own, and only got anywhere by riding on someone else’s coattails.

He begrudgingly took ahold of the rope as Ford adjusted his climbing harness. “Okay, am I just holding on to make sure you don’t fall, or am I gonna have to lift you the whole way up?”

“I can support my own weight, for the most part,” Ford replied as he began to climb.

“You’re gonna want to move a few feet to the left,” Stan suggested. “You’re not going to get anywhere near the key if you climb straight up from there.”

“Really?” Ford craned his neck, trying to get a better view.

“Yes, really. Trust me, I can actually see the key without looking like an owl trying to turn its head around but failing because it had a broken neck.”

Ford reluctantly did as he was told, and the first three-fourths of the climb passed quickly and without much difficulty. But when he was just a few feet short of the key, Ford slowed to a halt, awkwardly glancing down at Stan.

“You… you were right, there’s not a whole lot of handholds or footholds up here.”

“Do you want me to pull you the rest of the way?”

“I don’t know… give me a second to try again here…”

“You better make up your mind soon, or my arms will get too tired to even get you down safely.”

“Alright, sure. Lift me the rest of the — woah!”

Stan pulled on the rope with all his strength, and Ford rapidly ascended past the rest of the climb. He pulled the key out of its slot at the top of the cliff, and let go of the rock wall altogether as Stan lowered him to the ground.

“That’s all?”

“Well, I only saw one keyhole in the door.”

There was an awkward silence, as Ford undid his harness and walked towards the exit with Stan trailing a bit behind him. As little as a few months ago, a moment like this would’ve surely been accompanied by a victory chant, or a high-six, or something, but now all they had was… a quiet tolerance of each other, and it felt unrealistic to hope for anything more.

We’re both heading in the same direction, Stan realized. What now?

Maybe this quiet tolerance wasn’t so bad, if it meant he wouldn’t be alone.

“Hey, Sixer?” Stan asked as Ford opened the door, and Ford whirled around to look at him — not quite angry, but certainly confused.

This was a bad idea. Why did I have to bring it up? I probably could’ve kept following him, and he wouldn’t have said anything.

“I was just, uh, wondering… I told you my story, but how did you get on the train?”

Ford’s brow furrowed, his look of owlish confusion morphing into a scowl. “I missed my bus.”

“Why?” Stan blurted out, and immediately regretted it when he saw Ford’s expression darken even more.

“I took an ill-advised detour,” Ford explained, speaking in that verbose, detached way that he only really did when he was upset, “that I didn’t have time for. I had a moment of… nostalgia, and wanted to check up on our old project before I left town…”

Staring off into space with a distant look in his eyes, Ford didn’t seem to notice it, but the number on his hand dropped from 163 to 159.

“The Stan O’ War?” Stan asked. “You’re still working on it?”

Ford snapped back to reality, his wistful expression immediately vanishing. “Of course not. I wish I’d never even checked up on it in the first place.”

“Right,” Stan muttered. “Why would I expect anything different from you.”

Ford hurled the key to the ground, near Stan’s feet. “Sailing around the world was never going to happen, and we both should’ve known it!” he shouted. “You know what? I wouldn’t even be stuck on this goddamn train, if only we’d never gotten that ridiculous idea in our heads! Or, if only you hadn’t sabotaged my chances at getting a scholarship to any school other than fucking Backupsmore!”

He whirled around, slamming the door in Stan’s face as he bolted for the next car. Stan tried to follow, but found that the door had locked again, and wasted a few moments fumbling around for the key on the floor. By the time he got to the next car, he could see Ford standing on a raised platform near the opposite door, having already navigated the maze beneath him.

He locked eyes with Stan, no doubt expecting a plea for help. Expecting Stan to beg not to be left behind. (Again.)

But Stan realized — he didn’t want to give Ford the satisfaction of being correct. (Again.)

I can solve puzzles on my own. I can scale cliffs on my own. I’ll get off this train on my own, and then we’ll see who the dumb twin really is.

“I said it before, and I’ll say it again,” he growled. “I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone.”

Even though the words came out of his own mouth, they still stung like a slap across the face.

For one single second, Ford looked caught off guard, but then he turned on his heel and left the room. Before the door even slammed shut, Stan’s hand began to flicker green as his number jumped up once again.

169

***

“I can’t believe I thought this place wasn’t half-bad,” Ford muttered to himself, cranking a lever that lowered a drawbridge into place and opened a path to the car’s exit. His hands were slightly greasy from slotting a dislodged gear back into place, and as he wiped them off, he noticed that his number was rising, passing 166 and going higher than he’d ever seen it.

He took note of the changes in a journal, and headed for the exit. In other circumstances, he might’ve wanted to stay a little longer and study the bridge mechanism, maybe even do a few sketches, but right now his heart wasn’t in it he just wanted to get off the damn train as soon as possible, which meant there was little to no time available for unrelated mysteries.

But as dejected eager to move on as he was, he couldn’t help but find himself captivated by the contents of the next car. Floor-to-ceiling shelves lined every wall, holding carefully organized books, strange knickknacks, and a surprising number of yarn balls…

“Ahem,” began a voice from the shadows, interrupting his train of thought, “but did you not even think to knock? Have you no manners?”

The car’s resident slunk out from behind a table — a graceful cream-colored cat, dressed in a sharp navy blue suit and golden silk ascot. “Passengers these days, I swear…”

Ford ignored her, eyes glued to table’s contents. One compact device lit up as he approached it, displaying a waveform that oscillated in time with his footsteps, and he picked it up, snapping his fingers experimentally. One again, the display responded.

“You put that down!” the cat hissed. “My collection is more valuable than you could possibly imagine —”

“Oh, I’m sure it is. I’m so sorry,” Ford hurriedly apologized, lowering the device back down to the tabletop but still holding it between two of his fingers. Recalling childhood adventures in petty crime, he sought to create a distraction with his free hand, reaching for an astrolabe that sat on a nearby shelf. “What’s this? Is it decorative, or —”

“Don’t touch that either!” the cat yowled, springing up on to the shelf to snatch the astrolabe away. As she moved, Ford palmed the smaller device and slipped it into the pocket of his pants, and couldn’t help but smirk as the cat failed to notice.

“Okay, okay, I get the message. Is there anything in this room I can touch?”

“I’m sure there will be plenty of things in the next train car!” the cat hissed. “So go on, make yourself scarce!”

“But your whole collection is so interesting…” Ford replied, looking over the room and assessing which other items he might be able to sneak into his pockets for further study. “Won’t you at least tell me where you found all this?”

The cat blinked twice, and then the corners of the her mouth curled into a smile. “Oh, I can do better than that. I think I know just the thing that will interest you, Mister… what was your name? I don’t think you ever introduced yourself.”

“I’m Ford Pines, pleased to meet you. I didn’t catch your name either…?”

“I’m the Cat,” the Cat told him as she bounded from shelf to shelf. As she rifled through a stack of objects resembling sleek black cassette tapes, she still looked up to glance at Ford every few seconds, as if she still didn’t trust him not to touch her possessions.

“Now let’s see… ah, this edition should suit our purposes well. Just take a seat by the television, and I’ll get this documentary started!”

“What’s it about?” Ford asked, settling into the chair. “Any specific artifact or device in particular, or just a general overview? Did you produce and narrate it yourself?”

“Oh, I don’t want to give away the surprise,” the Cat told him as she inserted the tape, “but I promise, once it gets started, you won’t be able to look away.”

She pressed the play button, and Ford’s mind was filled with static.

***

In any other scenario, the Cat would have at that point taken a few moments to simply stare approvingly at her completed trap, but not five seconds after the television had turned on, the door to her car swung open again.

It took Stan’s eyes another second or two to fully adjust to the dimmer lighting, but not nearly that long for him to realize something was very wrong.

“What the fuck?” He bolted past the startled Cat, shaking Ford’s limp body by the shoulders. Some instinct told him not to look at the TV, so he locked eyes with Ford instead — with Ford’s wide open, yet glazed-over eyes that didn’t show a single spark of awareness.

“Ford, can you here me?” No response.

“Ford, I know you’re mad, but this isn’t funny!” Complete silence, aside from static crackling in the background.

“What did you do to him?” Stan whirled towards the Cat, who grinned sheepishly while slowly backing away. “What did you do to my brother?!”

“Oh, I just… introduced him to a meditative exercise! He was very excited to try it, you see, and requested that I not let anyone interrupt him —”

“Bullshit,” Stan growled. “I know a scam artist when I see one! What did you really do to him?!”

“He messed with my things and refused to leave me in peace!” the Cat hissed. “He had it coming!”

“Messed with your things, huh?” In one fluid motion, Stan snatched a ball of yarn of a shelf with one hand and pulled out a pocket lighter with the other, flicking the wheel a few times before a bright blue flame spluttered to life. “Tell me how to get him back, or I light this baby up and toss it at a bookshelf.”

The Cat gasped when he pulled out the lighter, but then unsheathed her claws and sneered defiantly. “If you’re both on this train, but traveling separately… well, his number’s already sky-high and only getting higher. He doesn’t want anything to do with you ever again, does he?”

Stan flinched, and the Cat smiled. “I assumed as much. You poor thing — all you want is to ‘get your brother back,’ but it’s already doomed to be a hopeless endeavour.”

Stan glanced back at Ford, slumped over in the chair and looking about as alive as a corpse.

“Maybe it is hopeless,” he admitted. “Maybe he never will forgive me. But if I left him here like this, I’d… I’d never forgive myself. I could lie to myself about it for as long as I wanted, I could remind myself how he wouldn’t do the same for me, but — but that wouldn’t make me feel any less terrible. He’s my brother, and I’m going to save him, because… because that’s just who I am.”

He unwound a strand of yarn, and dangled it over the lighter flame. Blue sparks traveled up the off-white string like a fuse, racing to engulf the entire yarn ball.

“And I’m also a person who meant what I said about burning everything in here. So for the last time, I’m asking you: HOW DO I SAVE MY BROTHER?”

“Playing on that television is a record of everything that makes him him,” the Cat explained. “If you look at the screen, you’ll join him inside those memories, but I can’t promise he’ll want to come back out with you. In fact, I’d bet against it.”

“I don’t care what you’d bet on.” Stan blew out the flame, and hurled the extinguished yarn ball at the wall. The Cat narrowly dodged the rebound, hissing as she ducked out of the way.

“Don’t worry, Ford,” Stan whispered. “I’m coming.”

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(End notes:

Being with yellow eyes and fancy outfit: *exists* Ford: well, they couldn’t possibly have any ulterior motives!

Anyways, thank you for reading and as always, feedback/reblogs are appreciated! The third and final chapter should go up in early September, if everything goes according to plan.)

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101 Mitigations Season 30 - Episode 15 | March 3, 2019 Homer accidentally receives the wrong car in a valet situation and goes on a short joyride with his children. Turns out it’s Comic Book Guy’s car, who sues Homer for damages and gets pissed off. Big surprise, an HD Simpsons episode that is “just okay”. Not bad. When I started this project I used to try and visualize a “best week ever” situation where every episode I cover over the week is miraculously good. I crunched a few numbers on weeks that had strong post-classic episodes and I don’t think any of them were homer runs. I think a “best week ever” will still involve 4 lackluster episodes that are merely inoffensive. that blows. Anyway, this episode casually reveals that Comic Book Guy used to be a popular athletic boy which, actually, kinda rules and makes sense to me, anyway. But that’s because when I worked at a video store it was run by a remarkably similar guy to comic book guy, who used to constantly brag about his glory days in high school when he was a jock. When the subject of bullying came up, he couldn’t WAIT to tell you that he used to bully half his high school. Cool guy. Cool guy. Glad I worked there.

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Mickey and the Roadster Races: "Goof Mansion" Season 2 - Episode 12A | October 5, 2018 Alright, so all I could find was a 2 minute clip for free. Admittedly I didn’t dig much deeper because this show looks like shit. But Guillermo del Toro is in the Simpsons episode, and he’s in this, too. This one was tough to match up, get off my back.

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"I don't think you can get the Democratic nomination for president without advocating for the impeachment of Donald Trump," the South Carolina Republican said. "I don't think you're going to be able to survive in the Democratic party without a primary if you don't call for Trump's impeachment."

"But the answer for the Democrats is Trump's gotta go. They will not beat him at the ballot box. If they try to impeach him, they're going to ensure his re-election."

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Speaking with Sean Hannity on Fox News Wednesday night, Graham shared more about what he sees happening as Democrats wrestle with whether or not to pursue impeachment proceedings.

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But fr, cats are so amazing and I hate how they’re stereotyped as mean demons full of hatred that want to watch the world burn.

My baby kitty sleeps on my pillow every night to be close to me, and rests his head on mine. He gets excited when I get home and runs to greet me and say meow meow meow (roughly translates to “hi mom, I missed you”), and comes to me when I make the special kissy noises at him. He’s happy and loves head pets, he gives me kisses, he comforts me when I’m depressed or upset, he enjoys spending time with me, and he loves to play mouse-on-string-on-stick (now mouse-on-string-on-stick-with-duck-tape-on-ruler) together. He doesn’t randomly attack me or tear up everything he see’s. He’s calm, sweet, and yes, even caring (see “comforts me when I’m depressed/upset”).

Stop assuming all cats are the devil just because they don’t like you.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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