you know those photo series that are like “In The Running For The Next Spiderman/Young Han Solo/Bachelor/Prince Eric/Property Brother”
and it’s just like nine generically handsome brunet white men that might all be Henry Cavill or might all be Matt Bomer or might all be the photogenic runner guy from 2012 for all we know but it’s impossible to tell because they are just so generic?
and you know how nobody really remembers what Moist von Lipwig (slash Albert Spangler where applicable) actually looks like, they just remember the gold hat, or the glasses, or the bountiful ear hair?
what I want is an adaptation where Moist, whenever he’s being an anonymous face or The Man in the Golden Suit or Albert Spangler, is played by a series of generically handsome brunet white men who are swapped out shot-to-shot.
The thing I love most about Jesse and Genji confirmed to be in Blackwatch together is that they’ve lived such diametrically opposite lives the likelihood of shenanigans just bursts through the roof so fast that it’s gonna give Gabriel a migraine practically 24/7.
Genji was a spoilt ninja rich kid so he tells McCree the benefits of exfoliating, how to kill a man with those huge thighs, to properly wear a suit and ball dance while undercover, make every cocktail known to man, and that there’s the way the military uses knives and the ways ninjas use knives.
Jesse McCree was a gang member in his teens and then lived in the military so he shows Genji how to actually use a kitchen, to fix vehicle engines while under fire, the many virtues of dishonorable fighting, make field rations edible, and dealing with the inevitable guilt and loss that comes with fighting in an army.
I just like the idea of these two guys making deep impressions on each other that blend into their personal styles of fighting and what type of people they eventually grow up into being.
“Can I talk to you?” You asked Jimin calmly as you entered the exquisite dining room, he was sat at the head of the large table, every man in the manor house surrounding him as he briefed them with the upcoming plan of action.
“Sure.” Your brother smiled, sliding his chair back with his legs as he stood up, his warning gaze flitting between Jungkook and Taehyung, who sat either side of him eyeing you curiously. “Minho you can take it from here.”
Today was the day Jimin planned to kill Hoseok, if anything you should’ve been proud of your brother for being so brazen and bold, but you couldn’t shake away the bad feeling captivating your body. Heading up the stairs to Jimin’s office you quickly and quietly made you way inside and sat down, Jimin in tow. He sat across from you, his once shiny silver hair now beginning to darken into his natural brown/black colour, his bangs lightly grazing the contours of his hooded, dark chocolate eyes.
“What’s this about? Did somebody hurt you?” He asked, brows knitted together curiously as his gaze settled upon your worried expression and the fact you were fidgeting with your sleeves.
“No, it’s just-“ Even though you promised Sung you wouldn’t say anything, you had to confront him, you had to make sure he was 100% certain he knew what he was doing, and after what happened to Jin you knew better than anybody that Hoseok was a dangerous, psychotic man. “I know about the attack… And I just want to make sure that you know what you’re doing…”
Anyway, Victor knows what it means when someone from the ISU tells him to be nice to the son of the Katsuki Hospitality Empire. The first time he was told to be nice to someone he was sixteen years old, and Yakov stood behind him and stared at the ISU official until they backed down: Victor hadn’t realized what was happening until Yakov told him, point blank, to make an excuse and come find him at once if it happened again.
He doesn’t mind so much now. He’s a grown man, and god forbid little Yuri, or Mila, be told to be nice to someone. It’s better that it’s him.
“I don’t even know what he looks like,” says Victor, smiling big, looking happy. “Perhaps an introduction?”
“He’s right there, in the black suit,” says the official, looking relieved. “He’s a big fan of yours, I understand.”
Victor follows the line of the official’s vision. He sees a young man, Japanese, wearing an expensive suit that doesn’t quite fit. He’s just a little chubby, but in a nice way. Soft. Victor lets his eyes drift down and then back up again. The Katsuki heir has nice hands and stands well. He has the most beautiful mouth Victor has ever seen. Victor could spend a night being nice to that beautiful mouth and not mind one little bit.
Victor flicks his hair out of his face and smooths down his suit jacket. He leaves the ISU official with a nod and walks up to the Katsuki heir. The Katsuki heir looks at him, wide-eyed. He’s kind cute, now that Victor looks at him up close. He’s got big brown eyes, like a tame deer, and he hasn’t put on three gallons of cologne.
“Hello,” he says. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. I’m Victor.”