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I DON’T WANT TO WORK ON THIS ANYMORE so here is my version of the mural my Lavellan used to work out some of her issues. She basically attacked her bedroom wall with paint. Not fresco, because she does not have the skill or patience required for that. I’m pretty sure she gets over bad days by working on her family and/or lying on the floor painting foliage. Tiny happy flower, ignore the fact that you don’t know how to convince your boyfriend not to murder everyone you’ve ever known, tiny happy flower, ignore the desire to throw idiots off the battlements, tiny happy flower. Bob Ross therapy did not actually work for her, alas.

Jason, Percy, and Capes

Or; Bi Ace Jason and His Journey of Self-Discovery

Or; Jason is Ace and I Am Projecting

So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of a thing between them. Jason only lets Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his friend.

One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape. He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he leaves.)

A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.

That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday. This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so damn happy, and Percy laughs with him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)

Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins, nervousness wobbling his voice, is there any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.

Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a lot, actually. And he likes the touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly okay with, but it’s the thought of it that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.

Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done, she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion, she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.

Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night, which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door, he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner. Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains, sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.

Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things, ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much beyond what they are doing currently. Okay, Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are, and—

Oh.

He’d said—

I love you too, Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch, and they fall asleep halfway through Return of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.

When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue, purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all of their capes.

I’m sorry but was I the only one who thought “so Aria IS mentally ill” while she was talking to the corpse in the trunk.....?

*reinstalls Mass Effect 3 and starts to plays it*
Urgh, why am I doing this to myself? I will cry more from sadness then joy from this game.
*Garrus joins the team*

Ah, right. That’s why.

i feel like faith lehane is the kind of girl who’d be really into harmless conspiracy theories (bigfoot, aliens, etc) and even though she’s not big on doing the actual research she’d fall asleep on her couch watching documentaries a lot 

I didn’t ever expect to have such an interestingly huge crush on an animated 43-year old supervillain obsessed with the 80’s and still holding a now over 30 year murderous grudge against Hollywood who cancelled his TV show when puberty happened to him like nobody’s business, but here we are and here I am.

Luna is a mirror.

In my more fanciful moments, I truly believe this. In Princess Celestia you see power, you see glory, you see knowledge and law. You are helpless not to be awed by it. And in Princess Luna, you see yourself. And you are just as helpless against the truth of what you see.

“Hey, uh, Rarity? Are you in there?”

“What? Oh, yes. What is it, Twilight?”

“I asked how your Canterlot shop was doing lately.”

My eyes are on Luna again, and I force myself to respond before Twilight fades out of view and I forget what she asked me once again.

I chuckle. “I’d love to talk business, darling, but I’m afraid I’ve had a little too much wine. I don’t have much of a head for numbers right now.”

“You’ve had two sips from that glass.”

“Yes, well, I’m a notorious lightweight.”

“That is the least true thing I’ve ever… and Pinkie is naked in the punch bowl. Excuse me.”

“Of course. Please thank her for removing her dress this time.”

In the distance, I hear Pinkie shout, “I’m the secret ingredient!” And I’m sure I hear more than a few cheers along with it. It seems we’re having our usual effect on important state events. I don’t think Twilight would have it any other way, really.

…Goodness, where was I? Ah, yes. Luna.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for Present Mic introducing his civilian SO to his coworkers/friends for the first time? Maybe their reactions as well? Thank you~🎶

Of course!! I love my loud, bird man. He’s seriously one of the most amazing characters from the show. I cannot stress how much I love him (second to Aizawa).


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Hizashi Introducing his Civilian S/O


  • Bringing his s/o into the meeting place, which is most likely some really popular bar or small restaurant, he is super nervous. This is Hizashi “Present Mic” Yamada, and in his mind he thinks it will be strange he’s not dating another hero.
  • This isn’t condescending on his part, mostly because if he’s bringing his s/o to meet his friends, especially Aizawa, they are super important to him. It’s just he has this idea that his friends expect him to date another super popular hero.
  • From the moment he leaves the car to the moment they walk into the meeting place, Hizashi is panicking and his s/o has to hold his hand to keep him calm. Swallowing a lump in his throat, he goes up to his friends and introduces his s/o.
  • Almost faints when he realizes that his friends just take it. He spent all this time nervous that they were going to say something, and when they just start asking casual questions like, “Oh, where do you work?” “Is it interesting?” “What exactly do you have to do?” “Is Hizashi as loud as he is at work at home too?” Hizashi breathes out a huge sigh.
  • He’s especially watching Aizawa, seeing how he reacts, wanting his approval the most.
  • Which Aizawa’s only notable reaction is to hum at the answers that the s/o provides to the questions asked by other people at the place, and sip whatever drink he has. He is analyzing them, though, making sure they aren’t a threat first, and then a good fit for Hizashi second.
  • Hizashi almost activates his quirk in public when Aizawa gives this half smile and a nod, giving his approval.
  • Kayama on the other hand is not so stand-offish. She is asking all the questions and fawning over this new person. In her mind she didn’t expect Hizashi to even have a s/o, let alone one that isn’t some boisterous pro-hero, but she is happy. Extremely happy. A little too happy.
  • Toshinori is just calm about it, asking them relevant questions and giving Hizashi cheesy little thumbs up. Also texts him from under the table saying “They’re really amazing. I’m happy for you.” and it almost makes Hizashi cry again. Aizawa approval means the most, but All Might giving his approval is like the icing on the cake.
  • When everything is over, he walks his s/o back to his apartment, apologizing if it was a little much to have all those people fawning over them. Dips into a little corner store to get some snacks, promising his s/o a relaxing movie night to recover from the whole ordeal.
  • All in all, he’s so happy that he introduced them to all his friends, there was no judgement on their profession, and all his friends adored his s/o. Life is wonderful, in his eyes. especially since he’s staring right as his s/o through orange tinted glasses.

~Admin Kaz

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Okay, so today I thought I’d do a video of me speaking swedish for all of you studying the language. If you want me to continue doing these videos I’ll gladly make them but if you don’t then I won’t. For now I decided to call this series “Svenska med Idz” (Swedish with Idz). Idz doesn’t mean anything it’s just my nickname hehe. I made a short vocabulary list with some words from the video but if there are any more words you wonder about feel free to ask me! 

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