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8 yrs ago
Current Ever had that moment were you've just lost a battle of wills with your dog and think to yourself, "maybe I should be the one sleeping on the floor"? I have. It's oddly liberating.
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9 yrs ago
My Lit Lecturer used Matt Fraction's Hawkeye run to display the effect of narratology in class today. It's the first thing he's spoken about all term that I've actually read.
9 yrs ago
How good is the Punisher in Netflix's Daredevil series? "Just some guys who are about to walk into a diner for the last time." That line is so manly it could make a toddler sprout a beard.
9 yrs ago
The Justice League trailer is giving me mixed emotions. On the one hand, I desperately want to get hyped. On the other, Snyder and co have burnt me too many times in the past. I'm a conflicted mess.
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9 yrs ago
What? The Lethal Weapon tv show isn't utter garbage at all, instead being an enjoyable watch. What the fuck is the world coming to?
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For all you know I'm handsome as hell. Let's keep it that way.

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You wanna stop being such a baby now?


Nuh-uh.
Nuuuuuu!~


Too late, it's legit now. I haven't read the OOC since page one. Nutshell it for me.
Post dammit


This. HILLAN, THIS!

The women didn't take a hike, in fact they squeezed into Hercules, tighter than ever, afraid that this motley crew of rag tag adventurers would steal away their burly paramour. For his part the Prince of Power eyed the Duck and red-coated figure somewhat suspiciously, until he spotted Captain America and Daredevil lurking in the background, noble heroes and true comrades both. The Demi-God's misgivings about the group dispersed, and so he scooted aside to give the group space to sit. Let it never be said that Hercules was an ungracious host.

“Captain! Sit and. . .” He began, before being cut off by the duck. Usually the Prince of Power would find himself peeved to be interrupted by mere talking fowl, but on this occasion the content of the feathered word smith’s speech served as cooling water to the flames of Herc's rage. Admittedly he struggled to follow the exact point the duck was making, but he got the jist. The universe was in need of saving, and Hercules was picked to stand amongst it's champions.

Made sense.

Wine and milfs spilt to the floor as the big man leapt to his feet, a jubilant smile upon his face. Finally, a chance to do some real good again! A labour worthy of song, and one that didn't seem to have any shades of grey to the tale!

“Your words hearten me, bold and noble Duck!” He cried, wrapping his brawny arms around Howard and Quill, squeezing them in a good natured, yet nearly bone breaking hug. “Let us waste no more breath and be on with this quest!” He stepped out of the booth (over the complaining women) and strutted towards the exit, no idea where he was going.

“After all, the universe wont save itself!”
I'm here.
I feel I should note that in no point during this conversation should anyone take anything I say seriously.


Never have, never will.
The wailing, booming, strangled cacophony of the clubs stereo's easily ranked as some of the most grating noises that Hercules had ever heard, ranking somewhere between the cries of the Stygian birds, and the toneless singing of Benjamin Grimm. The wine was little better, boasting a sourness he imagined could only be attained by the vintner purposefully setting out to make undrinkable swill. The company was a silver-lining, three women in their late thirties who, he was reliably informed, qualified as 'MILFS', one blonde and two brunettes. The women had flooded his corner booth a little while after he had entered the establishment, with the intention's of drinking away his woes.

The Demi-God realized that he was probably being overly harsh towards the club, that the music and the wine was probably no worse than any of the other small-town watering hole's that he had ever graced, and that the only foulness present, real or imagined, was the foulness he himself had tracked in.

The hero had been on the road now for three days, he, his sister, Wise Athena, and his young ally Amadeus Cho, with pup in tow. Long days, with sifting cities blurring into the background while he was left with little else to do save muse on the grim turn of his fate. At being declared a renegade after throwing his lot in with powerful Hulk, after the green giant was sorely wronged by powerful men he had once called allies. At Hulks rage, and the devastation it had caused. At the temporary destruction, an act committed, and rectified, by Amadaeus', one that had seen Herc and his young ally going on the run, and leading to his current situation, trying to drink away his woes in a poor fitting disguise.

By Zeus, how he longed for the simple days of heroism, when the villains looked like scaled serpents, the heroes were the one's punching the serpents, and everyone wrote songs about his greatness. He downed his wine with a sullen swig, before calling for a new bottle. He knew better than that though. Things had 'never' been simpler, not in his three thousands years of life.

“Sigh,” He sighed, the three lady's that had been talking animatedly amongst each other dropping their conversations and showering him with attention.

“What is the matter Hercules?” Asked the blonde, her face full of concern. His renegade status did not seem to bother the trio a wit. In fact it might have added to his allure.

“Nothing,” He responded, before sighing once more.

“I think he's sad.” Said one brunette.

“No!” cried the second, “We can't have that now, can we!”

“Hmm, let's see if we can't cheer him up.” Purred the blonde, melting into his side while sliding a hand up his t-shirt, running silky smooth fingers across his abs. Despite himself he felt a smile crawl across his face.

Ok, so there was something to recommend this club after all, even if it couldn't offer the chance for some the honest hero work he so desired..
Nah, it's cool, man. We can share the love.


GG gets all the love a man could need from me anyway.

I did say "Tomorrow" didn't I.


I ignore you whenever possible. Not on purpose though, it's like an automatic thing. Think it's my brain's self-defence mechanism.
It'll be tomorrow before I can get a post up, so if you're ready @Hillan by all means, have at it.
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