Saw Your Post About Lbm Suggestions So: I Would Love To See Lbm Hauling Something Way Bigger Than He

saw your post about lbm suggestions so: I would love to see lbm hauling something way bigger than he should reasonably be able to carry. the more ridiculous the better :D

Sam: "Should we tell him model rockets don't actually fly?"

Tucker: "...nah, this is more entertaining."

damn you toa for fucking my brain up so bad that every time I see any type of anything that has even the barest hint of greek mythology (and sometimes not even having greek mythology appear throughout the entire thing), my very first thought is "okay, but where's apollo?"

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dude im gonna start using your headcanosn as reference for my own fic what even-

these are all so in character

casey jr headcanons- hobbies

Casey is always down to do whatever someone else wants to do. When he’s around others, he usually relies on joining in on whatever the mad dogs are up to as he’s not one to be left out of the bale. He learns by repeating and is perfectly content with following. It’s nice to be included even when he has no idea what the hell is going on!

He’s happiest with active hobbies. He loves hiking, hockey, basketball, volleyball, bowling, incline skating (a personal favorite way of traveling around the city), parkour, judo, fencing, darts— you name it, he’s played it. The more dangerous and heart pounding the better.

Swimming in the ocean is a big deal for him. He never learned to swim in the apocalypse because the ocean, and most natural water systems, became dangerously acidic. After being taught how to swim (mostly by Donnie), ocean swimming becomes a very relaxing experience for him. Getting thrown around by waves, nose and mouthfuls of salty water, floating totally surrounded by water and the clear sky above him— there was nothing else like it in his future.

Although he works well in a team, Casey finds peace when he’s doing things alone. He’s not a huge talker and he likes to observe and explore.

Urban exploitation is one of his biggest pastimes. He doesn’t know that it has a name and a community, it’s just something he naturally does on his own. He can be found swinging between buildings with his grappling hook, climbing up scaffolding and abandoned factories, evading security cameras, and recording everything he sees in his mask. Occasionally he’ll free fall from skyscrapers. It’s not uncommon for the mad dogs group chat to get the occasional photo of what he found interesting.

Video games can be fun for him too but it depends on the type. Certain genres stress him out. FPS games tend to remind him of certain traumas so he avoids those or will leave the room if one of the boys are playing them. Open world, sandbox, and role playing games aren’t his thing. He gets stuck on character creations and choices.

Small, easy games with clear objectives are right up his alley! Having never played video games in the apocalypse, he’s very bad with most mechanics so the fewer buttons and menus the better. He’s very good with technology but viewing tech as anything other than a tool or weapon confuses him. Things that seem intuitive or obvious for most elude him or boggles his mind, but he’s willing to suspend his disbelief and just go with it. He prefers handheld games that he can take to bed and will sometimes fall asleep playing Pokémon, Nintendogs (digital dogs are much safer than real ones that remind him of krang hounds), and Pac-Man (he’s a nintendo baby).

Apollo is an affectionate drunk.

However a drunk Apollo is a determined Apollo.

He will go and see his kids and you can’t stop him.

He is so drunk he forgets all about his chariot and runs out of Olympus to get a cab.

It is midnight and this cab driver can’t tell if he picked up god or the ultimate model but he isn’t asking questions.

A drunk Apollo is also very generous with his tips.

Gives the man a fat stack and runs into the woods.

This poor man.

Apollo’s poor kids.

He is holding Austin like a baby and sobbing.

Just sobbing because he loves his boy.

Calls all of his kids babies.

It gets so far he just grabs random kids and like-

“I know your godly parent doesn’t pay attention to you baby! I know! Come here!”

The campers don’t complain they are starved for parental attention.

He blacks out in the middle of the camp and is still very affectionate towards his kids.

Just not drunk affectionate.

this is chris kratt coded

big fan of when stuff is the color green