i don't know if you're the right person to ask but i feel like if anyone would know it might be you or erica dggdgsgdsd i'm very canadian and can't figure out how / when toyboy with maria pedraza is being released for people to watch. is it a netflix show? has it already aired? i know no one's giffed it so i am v confused !! thank u in advance!!
so I went looking into it since I really don’t have much idea either about what’s going on with that show! It isn’t a Netflix show since I can’t find it in Netflix’s search but from checking out the IMDB page I’m going to assume that it’s only been airing on TV in Europe right now?? The last episode is airing December 1st but I’m sure if you search up toyboy torrent you should be able to find a download for the episodes that have already aired! (hopefully with subtitles!) As for the giffing, Enci @jcylenz has been working on giffing Maria so if anything she might be able to fill in the blanks/correct me if i’m wrong!
note: i’m totally yeeting the whole star wars universe and just grabbing one thing. :)featuring: @ircnxveils @swtsvrndr @ofadan @byacatalepsy with special appearances of @feartherevper and @zcinx.
it shouldn’t be weird, should it? for their young age, they’ve seen quite enough. from turning into something not human, being surrounded by mafia or the weird as fuck city they were trapped in for the most part– the last thing that should’ve surprised them was a distant… crying? followed by a rapid knock.
they didn’t expect to see a DOLL in a weird-looking crib. with a message saying it was ‘50 years-old.’ so naturally, it was a prank. the first one to have picked it up had been victoria, trying to figure out exactly why someone would leave something odd like this at her doorstep. she wasn’t much for science fiction but where had she seen something like this before? the thought didn’t go too far when wide black eyes were staring back at her– HELL NO. she quickly passed it to adan, who threw it to jaime, who gave it to maya and then flung to eliza.
the hot green potato got passed around until it legitimately started crying, and it was eliza the one who stopped for a moment– it was a baby. A FIFTY-YEAR-OLD ALIEN BABY? that was the last thing any of them needed. who even thought it was a good idea to leave it to them? the small group of people who either together or separately were a total TRAINWRECK, now with a baby?
“we keep it” “no, we don’t” “someone else’s problem.” “how do you even take care of an alien baby?” “i’m too old for this.” in the end, despite complains or disagreements– they eventually agreed it would be a collective ‘parenting.’
ELIZA was the first one to take it, she even offered. the green gremlin was named ‘baby yoda’ as appointed that it looked exactly like a cuter version of the alien. if this was a sex-ed assignment, she would’ve passed with flying colors. the little thing just stayed in its crib and followed her with those bright black eyes anywhere she moved. it was mostly quiet, only making sounds from time to time. at one point while doing an assignment, she handed it over a crayon and baby yoda seemed more than content. she probably would’ve kept it for longer but it was time from the next–
MAYA didn’t pay as much attention to the baby as eliza did. but the drill was the same, she even found it BORING. “come on, you’re an alien. do something.” there weren’t any major highlights the first couple of days for her, except the day she went for a run in between the woods. she couldn’t stay locked inside forever with the baby, besides it wasn’t like it did much of anything. though when she came back– the alien was gone. just the crib. her first instinct was to leave– and she had gotten out of the woods. when she felt like she SHOULDN’T. so tigered up she went back to find it. maya found it, standing while eating a whole ass frog. well– color her interested now.
next up came ADAN and VICTORIA. they had decided to hide it together. yes, hide it. they knew that if any of their parents got word of the alien baby, they would try to use it. to experiment with it and see what it was capable of, despite you know it being a baby. considering it was their turn, and it was two of them– the accorded couple of weeks each one of them was supposed to have it, turned into a whole fucking month. to get his parents off his back, adan came up with the reasoning that it was only fair he should be living with his fiancée ( and they seemed to buy it just enough ) sure, it wasn’t easy– but they managed. came up with a system and followed the tips slipped in by eliza and maya. but the more they had it, the more they could see the resemblance of a baby in it. ( despite tha fact it didn’t look like one or ate live animals ) like how late at night it would start crying, and it wouldn’t fall asleep unless they took it for a long drive. one specific night, in which both victoria and baby yoda had fallen asleep before adan parked at her apartment– he held the baby, who at that moment stirred in his arms, opened the bright black eyes and looked up at him. his first word was said– ‘PAPA.’
it had been a couple of months since baby yoda had been left at victoria’s doorstep, and it was finally JAIME’s time. ( something he wasn’t looking forward to ) the first three days had been alright and jj followed each and every tip passed by the other four. even ALISTAIR stopped by to look after the baby– “how hard can it be to take care of it?” oh boy. it was just jaime’s luck that it started doing more than your average baby. it was the middle of the day and it just started outright SCREECHING. an alarmed al started rocking it back and forth to no avail while jaime looked for something to give it. a toy? a live rat? until objects around the room started FLOATING, including jaime himself. ( shout out to ZAIN who arrived to hang out but the moment he saw the MESS, he noped out of there. )
[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 12:54 ] i can’t stop thinking about him, damon.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 12:54 ] i can’t live without enzo. i can’t.[ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 : 1:23 ] i need you here. i can’t be alone in this house. please
it was JARRING, to come home and find your own home wrecked to pieces. the paint cans they still hadn’t used were upon the floor, along with mixes of red. red paint they never actually got. aster had been out getting bagels of all things, bagels for v to wake up to because he LIKED bagels and aster wanted to surprise him and make him happy...
he’d been gone for 15 minutes. what the fuck happened?
his eyes folded back to the door, for signs of break in. and yeah, THERE they were. he’d missed them before in his haste not to drop the bagels and unlock the door, the damn lock was broken. he had thought--- he had thought he’d just been stupid and left it open. didn’t notice the lock was broken until finally he DID.
goddamit where was v?
the bagels dropped upon the floor, some falling into the paint and aster couldn't bring himself to give a solid damn. “v?” he called out, only to remember quite fast that HE DIDN’T KNOW IF THEIR INVADER WAS GONE YET. for all he knew, they were still upstairs. fuck, for all he knew they TOOK v. just the thought of it made aster want to whimper and cry.
instead, he scaddled towards the knife cabinet, opening the draw and grabbing their biggest and sharpest knife. aster didn’t know what it was for, he wasn’t much of a chief (besides pastries, of course). once more a shaky breath escaped his lips. he needed to go upstairs. upstairs where potentially three options were to what he’d find.
he could find v dead, he could find v gone, or he could find v up there with their home intruder. each terrified him to his very core. aster went up anyway.
his hand was shaking, and so he paused. because aster was stupid in a lot of regards, but he wouldn’t be in this one. he adjusted his hold on the knife, ready to strike with it, he adjusted his grip, to make sure he wouldn’t drop it in any sort of PANIC that could possibly abound.
the door was shut, not locked though. they didn’t have a lock on their bedroom, there was never ever need to, they had one on their door (he wouldn’t forget how THAT turned out). so, reminding himself not to shake (REFUSING to let himself shake) aster opened the door.
there was v. with someone upon him, someone strangling him. he was gasping for breath--- he was BLOODY. a knife in his chest, a knife with strange things carved into it. of course, not that aster noticed the things carved into the knife. he was all too caught up in the sight of his beloved DYING. the life being forced out of him, the light going out in those majestic eyes...
it was like his body moved his mind caught up.
one moment he was at the door, unable to breath as his boyfriend being strangled to death. the world was slow and it was scary as he attempted to think of what to do, figure out WHY this was happening, WHAT could he do-- WHY---
then there was blood spurting out of the man’s artery. of course there was. aster dug his knife into it, right on the neck. maybe the back would have been better, he had better angle for the back. but the neck was open and it was the easier part, wasn't it? softer skin to shove the knife through?
the man hunter fell to his knees, holding onto his neck in agony. aster’s eyes remained on him, wow that was so much blood--- it was going all over the place. getting on him, but no he was still alive and he tried to kill v-- and what if he tried AGIAN ( ?!?!?! ) and--- and then the knife was buried in the man’s back. was it his rib cage? it might have been his rib cage. aster didn’t know for sure-- except then he was stabbing again and and again and again--- not CARVING but making sure he stayed down--- he almost killed v-- V.
finally, he LOOKED. his boyfriend, messy hair and light blood on him (not as much as what was on ASTER). he was alive though, despite the marks on his neck and the wound--- he was ALIVE.
and aster was covered in blood.
“i--” a COUGH erupted from his lips because suddenly his throat felt so very dry. “i didn’t--” didn’t he though? tears welted in his eyes--- what had he done (and why couldn’t he stop?) “don’t hate me--- please don’t hate me i love you so much--- please please please don’t hate me.”
there were moments. passing in earnest while aster awaited v to say something--- anything. anything was better then the damning silence. ragged breaths were leaving aster’s lips (and it was almost funny, he thought, v was the one who was strangled but he’s not struggling to breathe at all). suddenly the tears began. aster couldn’t help them. he wanted to say it was an accident, he wanted to BEG v to not see him as a monster. “don’t hate me.” he repeated again, once more a plea.
then, v slid off the bed. it was that same demeanor as always, the kind that made aster’s heart race because how LUCKY was he to find someone with such swagger? so amazing and attractive and funny who LOVED him--- did he still love him?
a hand on his cheek, tears wiped away, and then sweet nothings before a KISS upon his lips. bloody lips, and fuck, he felt the taste of iron.
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Again, can’t wait to go meta on some long ass Mikaelson tangent which will be ooc because that’s the way I roll.
Okay lets see, so again I picture human Elijah as a very different creature to Original Vampire Elijah who definitely has way more trauma and shit that he had/is consistently dealing with but it’s canon that the Mikaelson’s were mostly happy in their human lives (minus Mikael and his abuse) and I think from the day he was born Elijah as this young child who was empathetic and kind but he didn’t understand why his older brother wouldn’t let him get completely close and he first envied what he couldn’t have with Finn and then he found out about Freya (granted this was when they were told she was just a child who died of illness) but he admired his brother’s strength in that loss and as the rest of the siblings were born I think he sort of grew in that admiration while also feeling a great amount of pain for his brother.
Now they were all unwillingly turned into Original Vampires, that came from Esther’s desire to not lose another child which is what I often imagine was early Vampire Elijah’s motivation in empathetically understanding that while none of them wanted it, it didn’t come from a bad place. That it may have been the reason why he didn’t understand his brother having such a hard time with it, that he hoped and assumed in some way that Finn would come around to it. And he admired Finn’s fight for humanity even if eventually Elijah got too wrapped up in assuring he was there for Niklaus (his pseudo son) and the others, that when Finn got stuck in a box for 900+ years his anger faded in his own rational idea that it was for the best, that as much as he loved his older brother..the way his self hatred was leading would leave them all in some black hole and Elijah was afraid.
That came to bite him in the butt all those years later when Finn gave the sort of graphic, honest, traumatic truth to it all. That Elijah for the first time in all those years where Finn was trying to help their mother destroy the siblings, saw that fear and the humanity to it. That his older brother that he’d admired the strength and humanity of has his own amount of fear and he along with the rest of the family hadn’t given him the time of day to see that. That also ended up being the day Finn died which I guess in a sense has a soft irony to it, because it was the day Elijah stopped seeing Finn and saw his brother who’d fought in ways he himself couldn’t imagine and then he had to lose him and that hurt.
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on the 12th hour of the first day of october 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. this was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began.
will always thought of himself a proper freak. actually to be more proper, a second-generation freak. his father being the first and one of those children born on that date.
funny thing about jack. he started up the evil league of villains. not their actual name, no, but might as well been. there was klaus mikaelson, kai parker, katherine pierce, (so many freakin k’s) and of course, malivore. all of them provoked some kind of terror, they were all mass murderers and all that. but malivore was by far the most mysterious, no one even knew his true name. funny enough, they all had kids too. sort of, at least. there was klaus mikaelson’s daughter, ironically named HOPE. kai had his two nieces, twins ran in his mother’s family and he and his sister jo had melted in childbirth. legit, MELTED. while she had an affinity for ice, her twins were somehow born with her brother’s flames. they melted her. katherine pierce had a daughter named nadia but will had only met her a handful of times, she was a bit older then the rest of them, and onto much different things then listening to her mother (her mother, will would note, who looked younger then her). then there was landon kirby. the newest edition to their supervillain parent club.
hope knew him a bit, she told him as much. said landon could be TRUSTED. the thing was though, will struggled with the whole trust thing. he trusted the twins and hope with his life, and with the plan to FLEE. a plan they had been building towards since 3 years ago when they realized they couldn’t escape their parents otherwise. if landon allowed it to slip that they’d been planning a runaway there would be hell to pay. hell for will, that is.
klaus mikaelson had a kill count larger then some towns populations, but he would never allow harm to come towards his daughter. kai would come after the twins with an axe if the mood striked, but that was because he was a psychopath, it was without actual malicious. then there was jack, who had malicious in every mood he made. they didn’t know though, not the extent of it. will couldn’t allow them to know, to try and help. he couldn’t let them risk themselves for him. he’d rather run away and never turn back.
what he didn’t need though was some loser ruining this plan.
“he needs us!” hope insisted to him, and well fuck him when hope mikaelson set her mind to something how was he supposed to say FUCK NO and expect not to be punched for such efforts?
“i don’t even know the kid, and you don’t know either.” will pointed out (and he was fairly sure this was the third time they had this discussion). “how could we trust him? he’s an unknown entity.”
“to start with on the many reasons you need to hear me out, he’s not a kid. he’s my age.” a single year older, woopty doo (though, somehow, hope having that extra year and experience made her their impromptu leader, among other reasons.) “he’s been through hell and i... i actually knew him a long time ago.” he’s been through hell and she didn’t rescue him. those were the words will read in what she spoke. hope mikaelson and her damn hero complex. “we could trust him, he could-”
“okay.” there was no getting in her way, will could see it. it was a uphill battle and he would LOOSE.
plus there was something nice about seeing that satisfied smile upon the shorter girl’s face.
“so you must be will then?” ugh, he hated socializing. though will reminded himself, he’d be practically living with landon if all went according to plan. better start getting used to him.
“yeah, thats me.” he nodded, and then landon offered his hand was that something people did? ( yeah, he didn’t have much experience with people beyond the trio of girls and super villains. )
“you’re supposed to shake it.” landon prompted, though he seemed almost unsure of saying so himself. will stared for a moment, hesitant. then, he reached, and he gave it a light shake.
landon chuckled. it was a bit awkward, yes, but it was... wasn’t horrible.
then, he heard lizzie saltzman let out a proper GROAN. “why does your hair have to look so much like a sponge?” she asked of landon, only for hope to slip a hand into hers and instantly the girl soothed. she was nervous, will could tell. he knew lizzie saltzman well. she’d been his first and only crush, his first kiss. and maybe there would have been something if she wasn’t so horribly in love with hope mikaelson. hope mikaelson who returned her affections and became an absolute mess when lizzie turned on the charm.
they were cute, and will was happy for the girls. though he and josie did sometimes make barfing sounds when they were being lovey dovey to the GUG degree.
lizzie would flip them off.
fuck, will didn’t know what he’d do without them. he didn’t know who he’d be with only jack’s influence, without the girl’s he called his family. and now there was someone else part of that family, someone else to protect. and protect them, he would.
“so tomorrow they’ll be leaving to rob a bank.” hope began. “i overheard my dad talking about it. that is when we move.” they had to be gone when it happened, whether it was love or possessiveness, the kids were all too aware their parents wouldn’t be happy with them leaving.
when hope said the words ROB A BANK. it didn’t mean an actual robbery, but rather an outing. their parents were hush hush on the horrible deeds they commited, so lizzie in her greatness decided ‘yeah, they’re probably robbing banks. ski masks and everything.’
so yeah, robbing banks.
“so, i uh, i know i’m the new guy,” a groan from lizzie, a chuckle from hope and an eye roll from will himself.
“we really are prepared for this,” josie piqued in. “and if you don’t think you could handle this and need to stay behind that’s fine but--”
“wait wait,” landon interrupted, a chake of his head. “not what i was getting at, i was moreso gonna say we should ya know... prepare.” prepare, and it was said in such a way that landon had been through this before. huh. “maybe we could make back backs and hide them? hope filled me in, that we have money-- but money won’t last forever and we should prepare. food, blankets, lighters, everything that we might need and could carry with us. i mean... we will be on the streets, roughing it. and it’s better then being here, but still. we need to be prepared for it.”
“oh my god, you were a trashcan baby.” classic lizzie saltzman, truly. still she was probably right. landon spoke like he had all too much experience in the narrative of it.
“guess you didn’t tell him everything,” will had figured hope would fill him on it.
hope gave a shrug. “i was meaning to, it just didn’t happen yet.”
“okay, so what am i missing?” landon asked, bewildered.
once more, josie spoke up. “her name is penelope. she’s second-generation just like us... and she’s going to bring us to our dad.”
alaric saltzman, their savior. a man who wanted to be in his daughter’s lives til their uncle stole them away on a whim. according to josie, he contacted the twins three months ago. that was when the plan fell into play. alaric had resources, and since his daughters were two fo them, he did all the research he could. apparently he was in touch with something called THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY, and they would protect them. all of them. they just needed to get the destination pick up point first.
so it went remarkably well. they did actually pack, because the journey to the umbrella academy would be a few days and they were on foot. he knew the girls well but landon... landon was a constant surprise. it was weird, having pleasant surprises by someone. landon was all sorts of weird but... will found himself enjoying it.
it was their third night, and tomorrow they would arrive. at least, according to josie’s calculations. for the past two nights they had managed to boy two motel rooms, and yes he kept sharing with landon. landon who snuck, of all things, candy into his bag. who kept asking will if he wanted any. and will, who always said, sure.
then josie checked how much they have left and apparently it worried her. she wanted to be safer, spend less. thus, one room this time. the three girls squeezed into one bed together (poor josie, will thought, or maybe poor lizzie and hope. unable to get it on with josie right there). but it left he and landon to share a bed. funny thing was though, will hadn’t shared a bed with someone ever before. and when a tired landon rolled onto him he hadn’t had the foggiest what to do. so, he fell asleep, and hoped that upon waking up the situation would resolve itself.
it did not.
they were snuggling. and it was... nice. actually. really nice. huh.
“disgusting.” that was a voice whispered in his ear, one that sounded remarkably like jack. except it wasn't in his head, oh no- a knee was his chest, forcing him down--- making him stay. then jack was reaching over and no no no--
the thing was, about jack. he was remarkable in many ways. knew ways to kill so many people, knew how to use so many weapons, but when it came to it his power was basically his favorite thing.
death touch.
his hand clasped landon’s throat, and landon’s eyes flew open. and will--- he’d known landon less than a week. it was stupid, they were barely even friends. yet, as the life drained from his eyes, will felt like the world was ending. no more stupid jokes, no more awkward pauses or candy. no more offered candy. no more landon.
will SHRIEKED.
he heard the sound of the sound of one of the girls falling off the bed, and then jack was jumping back because there was FIRE and will--- fuck, was he sobbing? he’d never done that before. not even on jack’s worst days. he’d never shaken like this before, unable to stop, unable to breathe---
“will.” hope said, taking his arm and pulling--- but no, he couldn’t leave landon’s body-- no-- “will!” hope said again. his eyes connected with hers and the sight of her felt so damn blurry. the world was fucking spinning. “give him a moment.”
a moment? a moment? for--- a large GASP, came from the boy before him. landon sucked in air as if he hadn’t breathed before, well, this WAS his first breath after dying.
“oh my god.” landon’s blue eyes connected to his, and despite the fire, despite the death, despite it all, he smiled.
“hey.”
“hi.”
epilogue i’m too lazy to write: wll uses his own killer touch to knock jack out, (hope fought him for a bit btw, she has preflex). they make it to alaric and the umbrella academy. it’s not happily ever after, but it is better then it was before. and will has landon now. he’s happy.
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the finn henrik used to know as a child. the thing was, he didn’t really know him at all. at the time they were the youngest and the oldest. sure finn was civil, he did big brother things form time to time. but it wasn’t like elijah, and it certaintly wasn’t like niklaus. there was always like an invisable line between them, something that kept them from being able to be properly brothers. they didn’t share jokes and they didn’t go on adventures. there was a distance and henrik would wonder to himself if it was because of his young age at the time or was it something else entirely?
the finn he now knows asn adult. the finn who is a bit more awkward, even more endearing to be honest. maybe it’s simply the fact henrik isn’t looking through child’s lenses anymore. he’s not staring at a big brother who doesn’t spend time with him but rather, a man who has been through a great deal and is still dealing with it. he still doesn’t know finn that well, honestly. but he sees the differance, he feels it. finn, who was happy to see him alive and well. finn who doesn’t know much about him but seems to be open to trying. finn, who henrik is pretty sure, does in fact give a damn. and maybe it’s not all too much, but it is surely better than nothing. / @ofprinciples
