#endsupes

DESPITE the comics being needlessly violent and quite honestly terrible, there are a few moments where I can reasonably envision adding some aspects to my portrayal to Butcher. For instance, Rebecca "Becky" meeting William on the train for the first time after he had no doubt found a fight to be in. To where, she chuckles and comments that he "looks like a bit like a panda" due to his black eyes from the fight. THIS ALONE is what sparks Butcher to pursue a conversation with her and eventually they end up getting married after a few dates. Imagine being so angry for so long and finding someone that is not off put by the fights you've been in or the anger you've held on to for possibly decades. He just melts, lets himself be happy and as a result no longer drinks or causes brawls. My man straight up drinks his 'love my wife juice'. That's why its such a devastation when she is killed and why Butcher makes it his sole resolve to kill supes. The one light is snuffed out and there's hell to pay-- dare I say the moment where allll that anger returns twice fold. This is something that I don't think was quite portrayed that well in the Amazon Series? How dedicated he was to his wife in the flash backs that is. Clearly TV butcher was pretty moved in knowing that she was still alive in S2, however, it felt short lived? Even in S4 she is only a small piece of his psyche that was easily overpowered by Kessler. REGUARDLESS of the reasons for this change I just needed ya'll to know that COMIC butcher is a full wife worshiper!! Thank you for coming to my ted talk <3

With much reluctance Batman's cowled face turns to face Billy, white lenses narrowing both out of frustration and disapproval. "I am not moody. I am being realistic." Ever the pessimest, the bat is. "We have 48 hours before we need to relocate, otherwise we face Homelander's wrath." The superman-like metahuman has been frustratingly difficult to track and fight. He's like Clark, if Clark had no known weakness.

When he smiles, shows a row of teeth with blood through the gaps, the thin skin of his lips stretching under the dried blood caking in the corner of his mouth, a red stream going down along the jawline but he still doesn't let go of the man's shirt, the bearded man looming above him, face hidden by the dark shadow, faint light of the bathroom stall flickers behind him and John can hear somewhere in the club someone is shouting 'turn that shitty TV up!' The other noises muffled by some boxing game that is playing on the screen, the sound of bottles and glasses colliding on the bar counter and John reels his attention back at the situation right now, trapped in the small cubicle with this man from another gang- what was their name? Boys? Bad boys? The leather and sweat musk making him dizzy in head, his clutch loosening on the man's shirt, swallows down the blood, tonguing at the broken teeth in his mouth "Do you tell it to every man that you beat or am I the special one?" One hand snakes up to wrap around the man's neck, other one let's go of the shirt to grasp at that thick, unkempt beard, smiling "Why don't you do something about that then? If that's what you badly wants?" John will take anything at this moment, another punch, maybe man just pushes him away and leaves him, God knows what made him drag the man here after a proper fight they just had in the bar..

// LMAOOO !!! PLEASEEEE !!! BUT ALSO HELLO FRIEND !!!