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OH MY GOSH LASERBLAST AND CAROL LOOK SO CUTE TOGETHER
I AM SO HAPPY RIGHT NOW :’D
Also Laserblast has the same chin/jaw line, freckles and voice actor as Shadowy Figure and Professor Venomous. And Carol had a crush on him does that mean Laserblast(who might also be Shadowy Figure/Professor Venomous) is KO’s Dad?
I mean they both have the same chin/jaw line, freckles and voice actor and Professor Venomous somehow knows KO, so it could be a possibility that they are the same person.(Click the photos for captions).
MR GAR PUT THAT SANDWICH DOWN NOW, GET RID OF IT, IT IS EVIL, THROW IT AWAY..... Honestly that sandwich’s power level is -100
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the episode was amazing but.... CAROL WHAT ARE YOU DOING ARE YOU STILL PART OF POINT OR SOMETHING. ONE MYSTERY WAS SOLVED ONLY FOR ANOTHER MYSTERY TO APPEAR DARN YOU CAROL.
Darn these two were so cute together but of course Lazerblast had to be sucked in to a black hole
“YOU ARE VERY IMPORTANT TO ME AND DON’T YOU FORGET THAT!”
& with that, I’ve already surrendered to the force of what could be one of the cutest couples ever.
“I MAY BE 10 TIMES MORE SEXY THAN BEFORE AND CAN LAND ANYONE BUT I STILL LOVE YOU!”
[ heheheh, I’m dragging both @spaacegoat & @tralfamador-ian down with me x3 ]
redd meg fra meg seeeeeeelv TToTT
So, I’ve heard it floating around that a lot of people think Laserblast & Professor Venomous are the same person… There’s still a lot of questions in the air, but it kinda fits…. plus, I’m enjoying this idea maybe too much hah ha xP Villain/hero relationships at their most basic are such a mess, now just imagine throwing romance in there lol
So, I started thinking about if Venomous IS the evil, purple-ified version of Laserblast…. & my thoughts fell on Carol & Venomous & how it would be if they met after all this time & WHAT IF THEY STILL WERE ALL CUTESY WITH ANOTHER?? I ranted a bit to @tralfamador-ian & NOW MY BRAIN IS STUCK HERE IN THE GUTTER PLEASE SEND HELP!! x0
KO’s cruel punishment and why he did it
So… Season 3 of “OK KO, Let’s Be Heroes” sure was something.
We start of with some cute episodes, and then it got dark as hell.
In “TKO Rules”, KO decides to let his violent and moody monster that lives in his brain take the driver’s seat of the body they share. The result is catastrophic as TKO wrecks the whole house just so he can spite Carol who is technically his mom as well. The episode ends with KO deciding to lock TKO away inside his sub-conscience.
This leads to two questions: 1, why would KO let TKO take command over the body? 2, why would KO do something so cruel to TKO?
KO knows TKO, knows that he is not just his anger, but every single one of his less than happy emotions combined into one really negative one AKA feeling powerless. TKO is not just an angry little bugger. He is unstable as heck, moody one moment, then furious on the drop of a hat. But KO still trusted TKO enough to let him come out of his mind and be in his house.
It has been a point since the episode “TKO’s House” that KO just doesn’t GET TKO. He gave him a neat house and fill it with a ton of cool and nice stuff, hoping that TKO would be happy. But as we saw in “KO VS Fink”, presents are not enough to make someone happy. TKO is depressed since he is bottled up in a world that essentially is KO’s and he is lonely and confused, wanting to know why he exist. He is only somewhat happy when he fights and cause destruction(something that makes him feel control over his life), which is why he agreed to make a deal with KO to begin with.
But KO doesn’t UNDERSTAND that. And how could he, he is just a kid who has to handle TKO alone. He thinks that TKO can be reasoned with the same way he does with Rad, Enid and Dendy.
TKO is not evil as such, he is confused. He believed he did KO a favor by wrecking the house and breaking all of Carol’s rules. Seriously, TKO looked sad when he got scolded by KO. In other words, KO shouldn’t trust TKO with that much freedom because TKO can’t HANDLE that much freedom. Like you can’t leave a dog alone in a room with stakes.
But why would KO be so cruel to TKO? After all, he is an extremely nice kid.
KO IS a nice kid, but he is also a very disciplined one. In fact, he is a bit TOO disciplined.
KO has been raised by a very kind but also very strict mother. Sometimes, she can be too strict, she even admits that the one-cookie rule isn’t that important, it was just a rule for the sake of being a rule.
KO feels comfortable with structure and with being led. He thinks it is a good thing to follow rules and thinking about what he can do to be of service to others. In season one, he does more or less nothing but to seek out people who can tell him what to do. And he doesn’t sulk about it when he gets disciplined since he believes that it is for his own good.
So there it is. KO is a lowkey control freak. He has no problem with others “controlling” him and he sees no problem with controlling TKO. He has been raised to think discipline is a good thing, but he is too young to understand where the line is when YOU are the one who discipline someone else. We kinda see a side of control freak KO in the health week episode where he flipped out on Darrell who made an implication of doing something else than what KO had planned.
The Avengers
They were seated in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating , though they each had a tray of food infant of them. They weren't gawking at me unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them. But it was none of these things that caught my attention.
They didn't look anything alike.
There were three guys; one I could tell was strong, he looked like he might be the captain of the volleyball team, and I was pretty sure you wouldn't want to get in the way of one of her spikes. He had short black hair parting to the left.
Another had hair hanging to his shoulders; there was something intense about him that made him look edgy. It was kind of weird, but for some reason he made me think of this actor I'd seen in an action movie a few weeks ago, who took down an entire army with a machete. I remembered thinking then that I didn't buy it—there was no way the actor could have taken on that many bad guys and won. But I thought now that I might have bought it all if the character had been played by this guy.
The other guy looked taller than the others, he had short dirty blonde hair. There was something kind about this guy, kind of like the guy you'd expect to see volunteering at an animal shelter.
The two girls there looked like total opposites. A blonde and a red hair. The blonde one looked like the schools prom queen, her hair was on a ponytail and she had a slight fringe covering her forehead. The red hair was the smallest in the table, she looked younger than the other four, who could easily be in college.
Totally different, and yet, they were all exactly alike. Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino. They all had very dark eyes—from here they looked black—despite the range in their hair colours. There were deep shadows under all their eyes—purple shadows, like bruises. Maybe the five of them had just pulled an all-nighter. Or maybe they were recovering from broken noses. Except that their noses, all their features, were straight, angular.
But that wasn't why I couldn't look away.
I stared at their faces, so different, so similar, were all insanely, inhumanly beautiful. The girls and the guys both—beautiful. They were faces you never saw in real life—just airbrushes in magazines and on billboards. Or in a museum painted by an old master as the face of an angel. It was hard to believe they were real.
I decided the most beautiful of all was the smaller girl with red hair, though I expected that half of the student body would vote for the blond prom queen girl. They would be wrong, though. I mean, all of them were gorgeous, but the girl was something more than just beautiful. She was absolutely perfect. It was upsetting, disturbing kind of perfection. It made my stomach uneasy.
They were all looking away; away from each other, away from the rest of the students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell. It reminded me of models posed oh so artistically for an ad—aesthetic ennui. As I watched, the short dirty blond haired guy, with the kind face, rose with his tray—unopened soda, untouched apple—and walked away with a quick, graceful lope that belonged on a runway. As he glided though the back door he past another girl that shared the exact same features as the rest. She also had blonde hair and was significantly shorter than the guy who walked past her. I followed her as she made her way to the others, who hadn't changed.
"Who are they?" I asked the girl from my Spanish class, whose name I'd forgotten.
As he looked up to see who I meant—though he could probably guess from my tone—suddenly she looked at us, the perfect one. She looked at my neighbour for just a fraction of a second, and then her dark eyes flickered to mine. Long eyes, angled up at the corners, thick lashes.
She looked away quickly, faster than I could, though I dropped my stare as soon as she'd glanced our way. I could feel my blood rush to my face. In that brief flash of a glance, her face wasn't interested at all—it was like she had called her name, and she'd looked up involuntary response, already having decided not to answer.
My neighbour laughed once, uncomfortable, looking down at the table like I did.
She muttered her answer under her breath. "Those are the Avengers," She had a quick glance towards their table and continued, "There's Tony Stark, James Barnes, Pepper Pots, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova and the one who just let is Steve Rogers. They all live with Dr. Vostokoff and her husband."
I glanced sideways at there perfect girl, who was looking at her tray now, picking a bagel to pieces with thin, pale fingers. Her mouth was moving very quickly, her full lips barely opening. The other four looked away, but I still thought she might be speaking quietly to them.
Then I finally remembered that my neighbours name was Maria.
"They're all very . . . good looking." What an understatement.
"Yeah!" Maria agreed with another laugh. "They're all together though—Tony and Pepper, James and Steve. Like dating, you know? And they live together." She snickered and wagged her eyebrows suggestively.
I didn't know why, but her reaction made me want to defend them. Maybe just because she sounded so judgmental. But what could I say? I didn't know anything about them.
"Well if they're not related then it doesn't matter." I said, wanting to change the tone but not the subject.
"Oh, Yelena and Natasha are sister but the others aren't related. Dr. Vostokoff is really young. Early thirties. All of them are sort of adopted."
"Sort of?"
"I'm not sure if they are adopted or some kind of foster kids."
"They look old for foster kids."
"They are now. Pepper and James are both eighteen, but they've been with Mr. Shostakov since they were little."
"That's actually kind of amazing—for them to take care of all those kids, when they're so young and everything."
"I guess so," Maria said, though it sounded like he'd rather not say anything positive. As if she didn't like the doctor and her husband for some reason . . . and the way she was looking at their adopted kids, I could guess there might be some jealousy involved. "I think Dr. Vostokoff can't have kids, though," she added, as if that somehow made what they were doing less admirable.
Through all this conversation, I couldn't keep my eyes away from the strange family for more than a few seconds at a time. They continued to look at the walls and not eat.
"Have they always lived in Forks?" I asked. How could I never have noticed them during my summers here?
"No. They just moved down two years ago from somewhere in Alaska."
I felt a strange wave of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they were, they were still outsiders, not accepted. Relief that I wasn't the only new comer here, and definitely not the most interesting by any standard.
As I examined them again, the perfect girl looked up and met my gaze, this time with obvious curiosity. As I immediately looked away, I thought that her look held some kind of unanswered expectation.
"Which one is the girl with reddish hair?" I asked. I tried to glance casually in that direction, like I was just checking out the cafeteria; she was still staring at me, but not gawking like the other kids had today—she had this frustrated expression I didn't understand. I looked down again.
"That's Natasha. She's hot, sure, but don't waste your time. She doesn't go out with anyone. Apparently nobody here are good enough for her," Maria said sourly, then grunted. I wondered how many times she'd turned her down.
I pressed my lips together to hide a smile. Then I glanced at her again. Natasha. Her face was turned away, but I thought from the shape of her cheek that she might be smiling, too.
After a few more minutes, the five of them left the table together. They all were seriously graceful. It was a strange thing to watch them in motion together. Natasha didn't look at me again.
I sat at the table with Maria and her friends longe than I would have if I'd been sitting alone. I didn't want to be late for class on my first day. One of my new acquaintances, who politely reminded me that his name was Clint, had Biology II with me the net hour. We walked to class together in silence. He was probably shy like me.