i just saw a short clip about the reason why homie protects his cape. which is like his blanket or something...like its a little confusing for me because the blanket he had as a baby was something he became upset about when he saw it in his childhood...but as an infant that blanket was the only thing that comforted him. so...part of me is going 'awww' and the other part is me going 'that man is a psychopath (affectionate) and yet you're calling him your poor baby' and then yeah. i still call him a 40-something-year-old fuck boy. lol.i still love him tho.
i can't watch a video of the moments just before those that lead to homie's death without flinching and without my heart hurting. I can't help it it's too painful for me. like, when I try to watch it, I hit backwards click because I know if I'm not quick enough, I'll see it happening again. yeah. I miss him.
I'm still for the idea that part of the very big reasons homie never volunteeringly left vought is because conditioning and because...where else would he go?
The girl's gaze lingered on her wristwatch as the taxi took her to work, at the Vought tower.
She was late and she could already imagine her boss's shrill voice scolding her.
She had started working at Vought, specifically in the department that handled the social media and image of the Supes, about a couple year earlier.
She was enthusiastic about her job and very skilled: in fact, Sam was one of the few who could manage multiple Supes at once.
Finally, after passing a busy road, the vehicle dropped Samantha off in front of the tower. After paying the ride, she stepped out and dashed inside at a fast pace, reaching the elevator.
She pressed the button to reach her office floor and caught her breath as she went up, shoulders dropped in relief.
Once she arrived, she went right to her desk. Ashley Barrett was already there, her arms folded and her gaze not exactly friendly.
«You're late, Sam.»
The girl apologized, saying she'd encountered more traffic than usual on the way.
«Better if it doesn't happen again. Now, come with me,» Ashley replied with a sigh.
She led her toward the elevator. Sam thought she wanted to speak to her privately about her lateness, but instead she pressed the 99th button.
The girl raised an eyebrow, surprised. She had never been to the Seven's office before, and now she was curious to find out why.
Ashley cleared up any doubts she might have, explaining that a major advertising campaign was about to begin, involving the Seven, and that more collaborators were needed to manage the situation in every detail.
She pulled a tablet from her bag and handed it to Samantha, explaining she'd find Homelander's entire agenda there.
«Ho-Homelander?!» the girl exclaimed in amazement, trying not to drop the device from her hands.
Ashley nodded and continued: she thought Sam was the best person to manage his social media and all his various commitments, which, she said, were quite a few.
«Oh well, thank you. It-It's an honor,» Sam replied with a hint of a smile while clutching the tablet.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened. The girl followed her boss down the corridor to the meeting room.
Inside, some of the Seven were already discussing with some of Sam's colleagues, while Homelander's figure was turned with his back, facing the window and looking at the city outside.
Ashley showed her usual fake smile and walked toward the team leader to introduce him to the person who would be his personal assistant.
Sam was excited, she hadn't yet had the pleasure of meeting him in person.
She'd always seen him on screen: movies, interviews, but also magazine and newspaper covers.
«Homelander! This is Samantha Withers, and she'll be supporting you throughout the project,» Ashley announced with enthusiasm.
His head would slowly turn the moment he was addressed but he doesn't say anything--at least not a first. He'd need only a moment to process this. To see who was there but he knows it wasn't just Ashley--she'd done her part.
Sam was her name. Sam. He'd repeat it back to himself in his head as if it was this sure way he'd not forget it. It was simple enough for him to remember. It's easy, isn't it? Easy peasy, lemon squeeze-y.
The question was that if he should, or even if he is angry about her lateness. No, because he didn't necessarily feel angry. He had just interpreted that this was her first time.
And usually, if not always, he feels that it was only fair that he'd extend grace where due and needed. If it happens more than once, then he'd probably cross within the said thresh hold of complaints.
Turning away from the ceiling to floor window in front him, he'd reach his hand out to extend to grip her hand and shake. And John would smile, head would tilt in this sorta...of an avian like way.
She was stuttering--it's just the way that she does caused him to laugh. It's not that he's making a spectacle out of her. Not at all. And this time, this wasn't one of his staged or camera ready smiles (was it?).
If it is then, it was because that's what he was so used to doing. Code switching was one of those thing's he's used to. When he thought of it that way, he sounded more machine than a man.
John wouldn't dwell on that for too long because he didn't feel like it was important. She's there to make him look good.
"Hi, there. It's a pleasure meeting you, Sam? Sam Withers? Oh, pfft. Look at me. You're here to meet me and I'm the one getting getting nervous. Don't mind me."
That was sorta kinda the truth and it was plausible even enough for him to believe.
"You know what? I'm just gonna call you Sam. That way the pleasantries don't feel to forced, yanno?.
She didn't have to sound fake-professionalism. John would know a thing or two about that.
"Thank you, Ashley" he says but when he turns to her his look was this range from half incredulous to an authentic smile.
“You’re such a pretty boy, how do you get anything done without women breathing down your neck”
@im-known-to-be-quite-vexing
Snickering to himself inward, flashing a toothy grin mometarily as he'd downplay the attention he's gotten. "Well, I just unflappably be myself. That's all. BUT, I kiiinda face some temptations at times."
“Temptation is so fun though, don’t you ever just want to give into the impulses? Trust me, I stopped caring about what society thought and I’m living my best life now.”
"Oh, trust me. I've overindulged more times than I can count. Probably more. People--they often talk about mixing business with pleasure is a bad thing. And I...I don't see it that way. Where do these people come from?"
“You’re such a pretty boy, how do you get anything done without women breathing down your neck”
@im-known-to-be-quite-vexing
Snickering to himself inward, flashing a toothy grin mometarily as he'd downplay the attention he's gotten. "Well, I just unflappably be myself. That's all. BUT, I kiiinda face some temptations at times."
୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅ ──── "Oh, really?" Cooed back with a little swing of their head, eating up compliments Roman felt all too deserving of. And smile grows as John goes on. "You think so? Well, you're going to have to start stepping up to do all that." Jested really because Roman didn't expect to really be spoiled. They're usually the one to do the spoiling in relationships because they were typically the one with more money. This was different when it came to John though considering his success. But it's not really something Roman really takes into consideration.
Affections are returned, arms coil around the other's neck then to keep them close. It was nice to be thought of really, to have someone want to actually spend time with them without Roman being the one to initiate things. It certainly made them feel special. "Well, I do have to check on a little something right now but I am free after that. You can come with though if you like. And then we can go out. Get a boat, orrr book a resort eat out there, get a nice massage, spend some time together just us." Head tilts with suggestions. "Or anything else you'd like to do. I'm open."
There's this sound he makes that's more to do with his fondness. "Oh, yeah. Really." When John placed efforts in to do things for people, that was usually because he cares and that person means a lot to him. "I think--no, I believe I do qualify in that particular range." While he is aware that without Vought he'd practically be unable to afford anything at all, money's no such of the issue. That's just not the case this time. He knows that Roman happened to be joking, though he himself is very serious.
A gloved had moved to cup against and the smoothed over their cheek. As someone as reactive as himself he's often prone to impulsiveness. Regulations be damned because here with them is his top priority. His head may tend to race for miles ahead of him, his gaze sets upon them. "What might that thing be? I'd be more than game to tag along." No obligation, of course. His chuckle though soft, belts out again because--he had some ideas would possibly happen. "I am completely sold with us grabbing dinner and thennn--well, there's the boat. And I'm thinking, 'Gee, how could I possibly turn that offer down'? I can't and I won't. Sounds fun. But uh," he stops think if there's something else. "There's a few suggestions, but I think the first idea for me would take care of itself."
୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅ ──── There's a bit of a giggle when John refers to their actions as adorable, "I can be -- sometimes." Not really typical of Roman though, at least not in their own perception of themself. The little kiss to corner of mouth makes Roman smile and they step away for a moment to find a vase. Returning with something far too expensive but matches the color of flowers and they get a pair of scissors to cut off the end of stems before placing them in vase with water.
A little fluffing of flowers done before bringing them to the center of table in living area where they could be seen by anyone that comes in. "I don't think anyone's ever given me flowers before. You're spoiling me John." And they lean to give him a little peck on the lips. "I love that though -- don't take it as a complaint." For future reference that is.
"I'm free today. We should do something together." It would feel wrong to not after such a gesture after all.
The smile of course doesn't disappear. If anything, it'd brighten. "I think you might be selling yourself just teensy bit short. Try all of the time." If Roman thought that was flattery, then they'd be right. But John had only given compliments when do. And the affection went the same but then again, that went without say or show.
Giving them flowers was probably a small gesture, or that it was it seems that way to himself. "D'aww. Really? I gotta admit I'm surprised. You deserve more of them. You deserve to be spoiled too." Just as every word he'd said--were those he hung onto because he means it. John would lean in forward and steal a few brief kisses. "It's a good thing that you're free. I came because I wanted that time with you. But---you likely figured that out all by yourself already. We totally should do something. I'm up for anything, honestly."
i know, i know y'all prolly been done annoyed as hell of me talking bout da boys but uh...i wonder does soulja boi givin' homie the v1 mean that homie finna live in the end game. im sorry y'all i prolly aint finna shut up about it until the show end. to y'all that aint finna never care about this show and still follow me despite it all, shout out to y'all forreal. lawls
