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marvelousmrm · 4 months

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Avengers #174 (Mantlo/Wenzel, Aug 1978). Hawkeye liberates everyone from the Collector’s clutches. We learn that Korvac’s wife Carina is the Collector’s daughter, dispatched by spy on the ascending baddie…

#marvel #marvel 616 #the avengers #clint barton #hawkeye #donald blake #thor odinson #hank pym #yellowjacket #janet van dyne #the wasp #mar vell #captain marvel #jocasta #bill mantlo #dave wenzel

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spaceagebachelormann · 1 year

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WHAT SCOOBY DOO CHARACTERS WOULD BE ARRESTED FOR

𝑵𝑨𝑽. || 𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 || 𝑺𝑪𝑶𝑶𝑩𝒀 𝑫𝑶𝑶 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

➼ FANDOM: scooby doo

➼ WARNINGS: mentions of arrest and crimes (clearly)

➼ FORMAT: headcanons? kinda

➼ A/N: originally this was a cursed post just explaining why they’d be arrested but i can’t live without making everything pretty and aesthetic. @madwickedawesome HERE IT IS

FRED JONES

stalking. you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be a stalker. if he thinks someone was the criminal or bad guy in a mystery he’s working on, he WILL follow them home and keep tabs on them until he can prove they did it

hes. a bit. delusional.

eventually the person catches him and he’s arrested for stalking. tells the police he’s innocent

DAPHNE BLAKE

shoplifting 😭😭 like she’ll go to a store with super cute clothes or makeup and she’ll be like “oh shit i can’t afford that. oh well it’s not like i’ll be caught!” and yeah she got caught

cashier literally watched her rip the price tag off and shove it under her shirt before leaving

immediately confesses to the police

SHAGGY ROGERS

jaywalking. he does not care if he gets hit by a car, if he sees something shiny or tasty across the road he can risk getting hit by a car. it’s not like he’ll die or anything! -him, probably

makes the mistake of jaywalking in front of a police car

says “i’m neurodivergent and a minor..” to the police

VELMA DINKLEY

identity theft. i feel like during a mystery or something theyd need to fake being somebody and she’d volunteer cause she’s smart enough to not get caught, right? yeah no she makes a mistake and gets busted

willingly goes with the police, when they pull up she just gets into the car like it’s nothing

confessed because she doesn’t think she did anything wrong! she was just trying to solve a mystery

#mars writing 🧈#marlees presentations #!! scooby 🚙🐕 !!#scooby doo #fred jones #daphne blake #shaggy rogers #velma dinkley

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wanderingmind867 · 2 months

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Beginning in 1980, I think my interest in comics begins to wane. Oh, it's always a finicky interest. But I can usually read anything from the 60s and half the things from the 70s. But by 1980, there's just not that much that I'd want to read anymore. Let's give some examples:

• The Avengers stop being good around Issue #200, when Ms. Marvel has her character ruined. Also around this time they make Hank Pym a domestic abuser and (seemingly) try to ruin his character, which I really, really hate.

• Thor ditches Don Blake to introduce Beta Ray Bill, I've heard. And I hate that too. I love Don Blake as a concept, and I'm outraged they'd ditch it.

• Marvel killed off almost all their vampires for a while. And I really hate that too.

• Captain Marvel dies permanently. I don't even love Captain Marvel that much, but I hate that they'd do that to me.

I can keep going, but then I'd be here all night. So let's end it here. Maybe if I think of more things, I'll create a part 2 to this.

#I hoped to discuss marvel and DC #but it's all marvel here #comics #marvel #marvel comics #the avengers #carol danvers #thor #thor odinson #don blake #dr don blake #dracula #marvel dracula #captain marvel #mar vell #I hate the 80s era of comics I guess

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theslowesthnery · 6 months

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re: last reblog - actually you know what, light doesn't even need to make york be able to see ryuk, he just tells ryuk to tail him so he knows if york's getting close to figuring out who kira is, and the entire time york talks to zach about cult horror movies and punk music and ryuk just sits there and listens completely entranced and later repeats every single fact to light

#anyway i can't believe ethan mars is on that chart when there's an actual detective (well; special agent) in the game #norman jayden would come close to intuiting how the death note works but wouldn't be able to believe it #and he would not be able to solve the case - or he might believe that light is kira but would not be able to prove it #carter blake meanwhile would shoot light the first time they met #edit: i completely forgot about scott shelby or whatever his name is lol #well. he wouldn't be trying to catch kira now would he

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angstyaches · 1 year

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I really wanna see Blake at that point of having a stomach flu where hes sick enough that he realizes he needs to accept the help thats offered. hes puked so much that he’s probably empty but hes still got such a bad belly and the fear of what might happen is making things worse. From what little we know of them all i think Astrophel can relate to that sort of fear and might be a good calming presence to have around? or just one of the people blake would find the least irritating because at least xes usually quiet

Ahh thank you so much for requesting sick Blake, anon!

CONTEXT: This takes place TWO YEARS before the official MARS story will begin. It's Blake's second-last retreat before he misses a few. The actual story will pick up upon his return, around two or three years after this.

CW: illness, emeto, anger outbursts, magically drained, vision/prophecy, stimming, yelling and cursing.

Word Count: 1,793

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As he opened the door, looking like a dishevelled, cadaverous ghost of himself, Blake Forte sighed, as though in heavy resignation. A silken dressing gown sat rather astutely over his button-up pyjamas, though he were proud to be in the formal uniform of the indisputably sick.

“I told Madame A that I wished to be left alone,” he mumbled. “So, naturally, this intrusion is no surprise.”

Astrophel stepped into the room with the older witch’s bedroom with the tray, much to Blake’s apparent disdain. He didn’t try to intervene, however, and just observed placidly while he withdrew to his bed.

“I do not require food,” he sighed, slinking towards the headrest with all of the listlessness and eyelid-fluttering of a Victorian wife struck down with cholera. . “My stomach is way too delicate right now.”

Astrophel laid the tray down on top of his chest of drawers regardless.

“I suppose you’ve also been tasked with checking up on my condition.”

Astrophel turned to look at him again.

“I do not see why they didn’t send the great Forrester instead. Although, admittedly, you are the least insufferable choice."

Astrophel could, at least, report to Madame A that Blake's illness had not had an effect on his personality.

"What are you going to do for me, anyway?” Blake’s eyes – one icy-blue, one the colour of tree bark – glared out at Astrophel from between swollen eyelids and the shadowy eyebags. His skin was alarmingly grey. “If you were of any use in this scenario, you’d have warned me that I was going to fall ill.”

As unreasonable as this statement was, and as safe as Astrophel felt in the knowledge that it was indeed unreasonable, it still inflicted a sour sting to something that rested just behind xyr breastbone. In Astrophel’s line of work (although it pained xem a little to call what xe did ‘work’; it felt like implying that xe had been enslaved, not chosen), building up an immunity to this kind of comment was not as easy and fast a feat as one would have hoped. People chose to feel disappointed, abandoned, betrayed, and personally attacked, based on which snippets of the future did or didn’t present themselves to Astrophel in a timely manner.

“There’s a basin under the sink,” Blake croaked. “Will you get it for me.”

It wasn’t a question.

Astrophel knew what Rex Westbury would have said in this moment. Get fucked, Forte. Or maybe, Get fucked, dickhead, if she was feeling particularly spicy and lackadaisical about putting graphic, colourful ideas into his head.

Astrophel crouched by the sink in the corner of the room – Blake had evidently been using it over the course of his stomach flu, and although he seemed to have tried to clean it, there were streaks and spatters of dried vomit near the edges. Astrophel had noticed that when it came to basic domestic tasks, Blake lacked ability, but xe supposed that this was to be expected of those who came from households like the Fortes’. Add that to the fact that, on a good day at least, Blake could probably just manifest himself a new, clean sink, along with a platter of sushi and a Long Island Iced Tea.

Astrophel had never really learned the extent of Blake’s abilities, since conversing with him was particularly taxing.

“Hurry up,” Blake grumbled.

Astrophel opened the cabinet beneath the sink and pulled out the red plastic basin. Xe froze for a moment, stunned by the fact that there was little else on the shelves to suggest that anybody actually occupied this room. There was a toothpaste tube and a travel-sized bottle of facewash on the side of the sink (both drugstore brand), but while Astrophel and the others had need for storage of things like hand creams, body sprays, and makeup, Blake had brought... nothing.

Either he lived a surprisingly minimal lifestyle despite his upbringing, or he was unaware of how much joy he was missing out on. Astrophel, for one, couldn’t imagine dressing xemself and walking downstairs in the morning without a spritz of cologne.

Xe stood, carrying the basin towards the side of the bed where Blake had nested himself.

And then, the back of Astrophel’s neck tightened, as though a very thin layer of cement had just started to solidify beneath the surface of the skin. Xe stiffened, hands tightening around the basin as though safeguarding xemself from dropping it.

Phone, phone, phone, phone, phone, phone, phone, PHONE, PHONE, PHONE! PHONE! PHONE! –

Xe stuck one hand in xyr pocket, fingers scrambling for the lump of blue-and-yellow playdough. Xe rolled the ball gently between xyr thumb and forefinger, picturing the way the blues and yellows streaked past one another, never smudging, never mixing, so long as xyr touch was delicate.

Xyr eyes flicked towards Blake’s phone, which was perched on the nightstand and rocketed into Astrophel’s focus. The shift in xyr focus didn’t go unnoticed to Blake, and he turned his retched gaze towards the phone, too.

PHONE – PHONEEEEE – PHONY – PHONICS – TONICs – GIN AND TONIC – GINGER SNAPS – FINGER SNAP – SNAP – SNAP –

Xe took xyr hand out of xyr pocket again and snapped xyr fingers, and the screeching inside xyr head simmered into an immediate, complete silence, as though a blanket of snow had been gently draped over the landscape of xyr thoughts.

The room fell silent, too – for about five seconds, before Blake’s phone started to ring.

Blake jumped at the sound of it, his already ashen face losing even more of its colour as he eyed the illuminated screen. He seemed to take a rather nauseated swallow, though Astrophel guessed it was a different breed of nausea to the one he’d been previously fighting.

“I’m n-not… I’m not answering it,” Blake growled, as though Astrophel had asked. He slumped to the side again, facing away from the nightstand. “If my f-father wishes to s-speak with me, he is w-well within his means to come here and do so.”

Astrophel couldn’t relate to the sentiment. Xyr parents called every night at 9 p.m. and knew that if xe didn’t answer, there was a high chance that something was very wrong.

Although, if xyr biological parents one day called them out of the blue, xe might leave the phone to ring out, also, unless curiosity got the better of xem…

“This... this cannot be happening. Astrophel,” Blake choked out, pointing towards the basin in xyr hands.

Xe was stunned for a moment, wrestling with the realisation that this was the first time Blake had used xyr new name. He’d never exactly deadnamed xem, but had rather gone about with an air of avoidance. Xe only basked in the warmth of this development for a couple of beats, before realising that Blake was trembling and swallowing back vomit.

Astrophel gave an urgent little hum as an apology and thrust the basin in his direction.

Blake didn’t sit up or change position, put rather scooped the basin into his embrace and curled up around it, like it were a small child or animal that he’d been tasked with protecting while it slept.

“I’m in terrible, horrible pain right now.” Blake whispered so quietly that it seemed like he hardly wanted to be heard. His eyelids fluttered again, this time remaining shut.

If Astrophel had been expected to speak, or if Blake would understand xyr sign language, xe still didn’t know what xe would have said. Perhaps the urge to try to comfort Blake would have won out - You’ll be alright. Don’t worry.

Once again, xe found xemself imagining what Rex would say, if she’d been sent to Blake’s room instead. Maybe she’d have said nothing at all. She wouldn’t exactly revel in the fact that a fellow witch had been struck with what seemed to be an awful virus and reduced to a shivering mess, but she was still angry enough with Blake that she, too, might have refrained from comforting him.

"Wh-why is this... why is this happening now?" Blake's voice dipped even lower. Astrophel was growing more and more certain that he was not addressing xem, particularly as xe had no idea of the significance of now.

Then again, Blake Forte lived in a world where his problems were centric to everyone around him.

He threw up so quietly that Astrophel blinked in surprise at the brightly pigmented stomach contents that suddenly crashed into the bottom of the basin. Tendrils clung thickly to Blake’s lips, and he was either too weak or too unfazed by Astrophel’s presence to spit or wipe it away.

Astrophel turned xyr gaze towards the wallpaper over the headrest. Xe still wondering what xe should do when Blake’s phone lit up again, buzzing harshly on the painted wood.

“Ah!” Blake screamed, as though the phone had caused him some bodily harm as it had started up, “just shut the fuck up!”

The effort of yelling made him break into a coughing fit, and before Astrophel could process his outburst, he was retching up bile again. One hand left the basin so that he could gingerly cradle his stomach.

Astrophel didn’t realise it until it didn’t happen, but xe had expected Blake’s command to make the phone’s buzzing cease. It did not.

A sound came from the sick witch, which was neither a retch nor a cough, but something that might have translated into a sob if he’d had any strength left to turn it into one.

The sight was so pitiful that Astrophel’s empathetic side won out, and xe placed a hand lightly on Blake’s shoulder.

And, well... he must have found some secret reserve of energy somewhere, because he turned his head again and let loose a scratchy cry;

“Don’t touch me!”

Astrophel took a prompt step backwards, partially out of self-preservation, but mostly in the hope that it would make Blake stop screaming at everything.

"Just get the hell out of my room. I don't... I d-don't need you," Blake croaked, once again settling into a curled position around his basin. "And do not let Forrester or Westbury come here."

If he'd been a man of more words, perhaps Blake would have said, If Madame A sends anyone to check on me again, please make sure it's you.

But perhaps Astrophel was reading too far into it.

Xe nodded, continuing to do so as they rounded the bed and came into Blake's line of sight - just making sure that he could see xem nodding. So that he could see that xe understood. Or didn't understand. He'd see what he wanted to see, at the end of the day.

"Thanks," he muttered, shutting his eyes before Astrophel had even opened the door to let xemself out.

#MARS Blake #MARS Astrophel #Madame A's Retreat for Spellworking #sickfic #OC sickfic #emeto #emeto fic #emetophilia #vomit fic #witch OCs #fantasy sickfic #fantasy emeto #angst #angst fic #whump fic

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imruination · 1 year

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Sometimes I think about the

Spike

to-

Logan Echolls

to-

Bellamy Blake

pipeline and the fact they they were all hated by (later outted to be extremely problematic) showrunners for having stereotypically feminine character traits, and for daring to give their “tough badass” FMC counterparts the option of a happy ending …. But that’s none of my business

#side eye #buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #spuffy #Buffy summers #logan echolls #veronica mars #LoVe #bellamy blake #bellarke #the 100 #rob thomas #jason rothenberg #joss whedon #they all have the same exact flavor of misogyny what can I say

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sleepysloth99 · 8 months

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Okay! As of right now, I got 2 fanfictions in development. Well.... actually... 3! The next one up is an Ichiban x Reader oneshot that is being requested by @pinkiedash101 ! It has a plot synopsis, and it is currently in development! After that, I have a Hyuk x Reader request awaiting me in my inbox by @whitespiderlilies !

As for that third one... this wasn't requested by anyone. But it is a Norman Jayden x Reader that I just wrote a synopsis for. Here's a little sneak peek at a future project!

"It's the typical way of life. You get a job, and there's always some jack ass who seems to live to simply make your life harder. In comes Carter Blake, your superior who somehow always ends up working with you. With his terrible temper and unethical way of working, it's a good thing he has a poorly conveyed crush on you! Right? But when a guy from the FBI joins you guys' case to catch the Origami Killer, your work life only gets more exhausting...."

I hope you guys are looking forward to the upcoming Ichiban oneshot, upcoming Hyuk oneshot, and my personal project that will most likely be a series! Take care!

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emotionalsupportbastardmen · 1 year

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Round one of the Bastard Man (affectionate) championshionships is complete!

Let's take a moment to appreciate everyone who got knocked out in round one, and everything I like about them.

Mammon (Obey Me)

Mammon the love of my life Mammon. </3 Yes he's a demon, yes he's the avatar of greed, yes he's "the scummy brother", but with a heart of gold, deep down inside. Very deep down. Plus he's funny and secretly sensitive and he likes to cuddle. <3 I'm honestly shocked he got knocked out in round one, I always thought he was quite a tumblr darling.

Hercule Flambeau (Father Brown)

Everyone loves a gentleman thief, don't they? Especially one with a homoerotic relationship with his narrative foil? A master of disguise? A secret sadboy with a tragic backstory? A man who broke out of prison? World's sluttiest absent father? When will your man ever.

Inspector Mallory (Father Brown)

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. He's such a funny character. Little angry northern bastard man. He's awful, and should be easy to hate, but he just suffers so often and suffers so beautifully, you can't help but root for him to win, just once. And he loves his kids! A short king and a DILF.

James E. Negatus (Yonderland)

Listen. Listen. I could never love anyone like I love Negatus. He occupies a special and unique part of my heart just for him. He's babygirl. He's daddy. He's cringefail. He's badass. He's gender. He's really really kinky. I cannot understate this, this is the fetish fuel show and it's like 70% his fault. He's on a mission to kill the hero but he's also sort of in love with her. I'm never not going to go feral for that. He has a tragic backstory and a softness for small children and small animals. He's canonically committed multiple warcrimes, several murders, and also demon-genocide. He's done nothing wrong ever in his life <3

Louis Fairhead (Casualty)

My sweet prince when will he return from war? It's been so long since the show ever even so much as acknowledged him. He wasn't even at his own father's wedding to a woman Louis was practically part-raised by. I think he's fallen into a crack in space and time. Anyway I love Louis. I don't even think he's a bad guy. He's had the most traumatic life imaginable. His mother died in a car accident while he was in the car. He got kidnapped once. One time he nearly got blown up. This was all before he was ten. Then as a teenager he became a drug addict. And as a young adult he had a heroin overdose. I think he's within his rights to be an angry and emotionally distant man. I would defend him to the death. I just want him to be safe and happy and healthy. Feel like pure shit just want him back.

Aristide Valentin (the Father Brown books)

First of all Aristide Valentin did nothing wrong so jot that down. YES he committed murder. But he murdered a Catholic pro-guillotine billionaire so it barely counts. He also stole human remains but this is tumblr, we're used to that. He's a skilled swordsman with a vast sword collection which is just the sexiest thing imaginable. YES he's rude to everyone but you don't UNDERSTAND, he's a genius surrounded by idiots, he gets frustrated. Also he's Parisian, they're just like that I think, he can't help it. Honestly his only real crime is smoking while on the underground platform at Liverpool Street station. That's unforgivable.

Barclay Beg-Chetwynde (BBC Ghosts)

Honestly one of the funniest characters in the show, I don't even care. Every episode he's in is a delight. Every single line delivery is so deliciously bastardly. And he makes a brilliant foil to my two favourite characters, Julian and Alison. He's great.

B.Z. (Santa Claus The Movie)

I love this movie. I love this movie a lot. I've watched it at least twice a year every year since I was a toddler. Often more. I could quote the whole film by heart. And my guy B.Z. is by far the most quotable character. Highlight of the whole film. Every single line of his lives rent free in my head. He has beef with Santa Claus for literally no good reason. He chained up a child for even less good reason. He invented Christmas 2. He exited the movie by eating too many magic flying lollypops and floating away into the stratosphere. Utterly unhinged from first scene to last. Literally no-one could ever compare.

Kerr Avon (Blakes 7)

Ah, Avon. I was obsessed with him as an edgy teen. I think in many ways he is the edgy teen appeal character of his genre. He's like the Shadow the Hedgehog of dystopian sci-fi. I mean this as a sincere complement. And he's once again by far the most quotable character in the show. I feel like that's a very important factor for a good bastard man. Quotability.

I won't say I could fix him, because I don't think anyone could. But I wish someone could.

Cat (Red Dwarf)

My sweet underappreciated boy. In many shows he would be the beloved bastard man. It's not his fault he shares a show with Arnold Rimmer, and you simply can't outdo the do-er.

But everything he does, he does it in ~ style ~

Randal Graves (Clerks)

This character means such a lot to me. He's the worst, of course. He sucks. You wouldn't want to know someone like that in real life. But that's part of what's so tragic about him. He's already resigned himself to the fact he's an unlikeable asshole loser, and has long since given up even trying to make new friends, and now he's a deeply lonely weirdo trapped in a toxic co-dependant relationship with the only real friend he has, who he's simultaneously obsessed with and sort of in love with (no homo) (maybe homo) and would die for, but also treats terribly. He's just such a sad odd man. I think about him often.

Ray Carling (Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes)

Ray my best friend Ray. Yes okay so he's wildly homophobic and misogynistic, but like. Underneath that he's a very sweet and compassionate man, I promise. He's just trapped under the crushing weight of insecurity and self-loathing and societal expectations of masculinity. His backstory is heartbreaking. Absolutely devastating. I won't go into details because spoilers but Jesus Christ. He's the world's number one most single man, being the only one left not paired up out of the seven main characters across both shows, which hardly seems fair. He deserves a nice love interest I think. Give him a nice girlfriend, or lean into the "Ray is suffering from internalised homophobia" implications that Ashes to Ashes leant into occasionally and give him a nice boyfriend if you want, I don't care which, just give him someone.

Mentally I am holding his hand and buying him a pint right now.

Julian Cantley (literally one single episode of Heartbeat)

Choo choo, all aboard the brainrot express. Get in loser we're forming deep emotional attachments to characters with like 20 minutes total screentime. Anyway I'm obsessed with him right now. It's disrupting my drive to create content for characters with actual fanbases because I just keep thinking about Brooding Spy Man Whomst Only I Care About instead. He's just so quiet and angry and brooding. I have so many headcanons for him. I've even headcanoned what his entire flat back in London looks like. Send help.

Ryan Reeves (The Dumping Ground)

Ah he's just a baby. Just a little guy. Who could stay mad at him. Yes the way he'd learn his lesson only to go back to being evil again 2 episodes later got frustrating, but like. He loves his sister and he rescued Harry and Finn. He's not all bad. Apart from when he's being a teenage supervillain lurking in the shadows for no reason. But it's all because he's SAD, you don't UNDERSTAND,

Michael Doyle (Grange Hill)

Look. He stopped being racist after he turned like 13, okay? He just became a petty criminal and politically corrupt instead. And his dad sucks, his dad says worse stuff than Mickey ever did, he was clearly just parroting his dad when he was wee. And there's something so sad and lonely about him. The way he always tries to join in with the group only get pushed out because everyone finds him unbelievably awful. The way he so wants to be Alan's friend. The way he only has the two friends he's got because he pays them to be his friend. Poor little guy. I have to believe he got it together eventually. I have to believe him and Justin were pals by the time they went to sixth form together. I have to.

Ralph Passmore (Tucker's Luck)

It's Mr Passmore! He means such a lot to me. I'm so happy they started portraying him sympathetically in series 2 because honestly? His rage is so justified. He's unemployed and he's already been cast aside as unemployable. His family have already given him up as a lost cause. His only friend and ally in his family is his younger sister, who ends up leaving home to get away from how verbally abusive their parents are. He drinks to cope and joins a gang for the companionship. He finally gets a job after years of unemployment but finds out it's exploiting vulnerable fellow working class people in his community so he angrily and aggressively quits, after befriending and supporting an old lady. What a king.

#if you actually read all of this I am kissing you on the lips mwaah #obey me swd #father brown #yonderland #bbc casualty #bbc ghosts #santa claus the movie #blake's 7 #red dwarf #clerks #view askewniverse #life on mars #ashes to ashes #heartbeat #the dumping ground #grange hill #tucker's luck

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