I finally got approved for a smaller spot in Brooklyn. It echoes so much in this apartment without Chi haha, but I’m lw glad he movin out too bc he was gettin on my last nerve with his annoying lil bro syndrome. Don’t worry he got his own room here so I ain’t cut him off like that aha. I’m still gon be a good Uncle D lmao. Took this picture during the 5 seconds where the sun shined. This NY weather a fr drag tho. No more snow please nd thanksss or my ass zoomin back to Cali 😩🏃🏽💨
Man I do a lot of thinking about Karamatsu aha… Especially concerning how he got from Osomatsu-Kun to Osomatsu-San. We’re given basically 0 info on how their teen years were so I’m just gonna… Make some up of my own under the cut!
(Oh also as for Ichi’s weird school photo, I feel like he was totally that kid that was always photographed mid-sneeze, and that no one ever took the time to retake any of them.)
For Day 1 of @fredrobinweek even though it’s about day three aha….Prompt was Old Habits Die Hard!
I perhaps took this a bit literally.
“My dear,” you tell your ever-mother hen husband Frederick, “no amount of mollycoddling will get me through this.”
“Hush, dear,” said Frederick. It’s been sixty years since your marriage to Frederick, and the man is yet to change since. You’ve raised a lovely family, and even have your grandchildren popping over for visits weekly. Just yesterday you spent hours playing with the little ones, making sure to give them all their favorite things at once.
“You’re spoiling them,” Morgan had said. “What’s the matter?”
You simply smiled and said there was nothing at all. But Frederick knew. He knew, and he was afraid. He made the excuse to put you to bed the minute Morgan and family left, and started his old remedies. He warmed the fire, made soup, and covered you in blankets. You worry for his back, but he refuses to hear of it. The man moves as though he’s as youthful he was the day you met. In his heart, he senses that your time together will end soon, and yet, he tries his damnedest. Just a cold, just a cold…nothing some remedies won’t fix.
He brings your third bowl of soup when he notices something terribly amiss. Your breathing is shallower, and your voice much more quieter. “Frederick,” you say sadly. “You’ve given me a beautiful life. And I—“
“Don’t say it. Please. I just need to take you to a healer and—“
“Frederick. This is it. It’s—“
He keeps shaking his head, but he’s at your bedside and clasping your hands, his tears soaking your fingers. A moment like this, you deserve some privacy as you tell him how much you love him, your family, and that you’d have done it all over again with him. When it’s all said and done, all that’s left is a bowl of soup, and a smile on your weary face.
It won’t be the end, he swears. He just has to hurry up and meet with you on the other side. No matter what it takes…he’ll love you harder, work harder so that like before when you left, you can come back. Except this time, he’s the one that must follow you, even beyond this realm.
The Nephilim were children of Angels and Humans, and because of this they were damned. They grew up with tales of their sins and the understanding that they were mistakes of the greatest kind. Soon they learnt to tear off their wings and engulf the world in all its greatness. They greeted Death with grins and the knowledge that they were the faults of the universe. They danced under the moonlight and fucked in shady alleyways, they were already bound to hell–so why not make the trip worth it?