*just for sidekicks

tbh the people i’ve met who really empathize with villains are people who have been villainized in their own lives and unjustly made to feel like they’re bad people by those around them. They doubt themselves and instinctively want to support disliked and obviously flawed characters, characters doomed to fail, and attempt to find the good in those characters that no one in their own lives see in them.

real evil people don’t relate to villains, they see themselves as the hero. :\


I love how Jon repeats what Damian said to him in the second panel. Even though he bickers with him and they fight a lot, Jon does listen to what Damian says and takes his words to heart. I love that about their relationship. They act like they don’t get along but in the end, there is this kind of grudging respect between the two of them. It’s great and I honestly can’t wait for them to become real friends.

You know why Wynonna Earp is the best?

Because every character has a *real* storyline that isn’t just about another character. They are multidimensional and real.

Nicole isn’t just waverlys girlfriend-she is a cop who struggles with her role in a world where her job isn’t always respected. Doc isn’t just a love interest or sidekick, he is trying to keep everyone one step ahead of black badge while figuring out who he is in the 21st century. Waverly isn’t just the little sister or sidekick- she is dealing with gooverly and not being an Earp and her burgeoning sexuality. Dolls isn’t just a third wheel to the love triangle-he is a hybrid of man and monster trying to protect people he cares about while honoring the oath he made to the government. And Wynonna isnt just a badass and the headliner but she also is flawed and broken and overwhelmed. She is allowed to make a sex quip and feel terrible about having to kill demons all in the span of a few minutes. That girl makes me feel a hundred different ways an episode. Hell even Nedely is multi dimensional.

I don’t think we realize how lucky we are with this show and their treatment of these characters. Try and name another show that respects and is as consistent with their characters as Wynonna Earp.

I want to buy Lego dimensions now just because of this


Love this moment. 

It’s almost like she knows J is in that helicopter coming to get her and she’s looking at the Squad thinking, “Yeah, you and I can handle them easy.” 

This little moment subtly reminds the audience that they are a team and that Harley is only there to get back with her puddin. Really does show what Harley is willing do to, willing to betray, to get back to Mistah J. 



Okay but can we talk about Peter and Ned??! Here we have two young boys who care deeply about each other and love each other so much without any shame, and who look out for one another and even save each other when things go wrong. Ned is so important to Peter, not just as his sidekick, but as his friend! They are a support system for each other. They’re a team. Brothers!! Seeing them on screen was absolutely beautiful. We need more of this!!! Boys loving and supporting each other!!!

Finn does not give a fuck about your idols

Star Wars: The Force Awakens established the male lead Finn as an antifascist, anti-authoritarian hero, and he is justly celebrated as such. I don’t think people talk as much, though, about his relationship with authority and legends in general: Specifically, that he does not trust authority and has no use for legends.

This makes Finn a different kind of hero, one who is not only anti-authoritarian but anti-authority. He is not like Luke who was all starry-eyed about the Jedi and his father. He is not even like Rey who filled her starved soul with dreams of heroes, or Poe who grew up surrounded by legends. Finn also stands in contrast to the main villain, Kylo Ren, who turned his back on the heroes of the Rebellion and Republic only to bow down to idols of the Empire and First Order.

Finn’s closest predecessors are Han Solo of the original trilogy and Jyn Erso of Rogue One, especially Jyn who was the traumatized, world-weary outsider before she threw in with like-minded comrades in the Rebellion. With Finn, however, I believe the ambivalence about choosing a side is portrayed as not only a reflection of his trauma but also a healthy reaction to it.

This hesitation about the Resistance puts Finn in a fascinating position in the Star Wars universe and opens a whole new window into the nature of political thought in the Star Wars franchise. Here’s how:

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23. “Just pretend to be my date.” request by anon.

Pairing: kacchako

Word count: short?? they don’t show this shit on mobile

Rating: t, cause Bakugou

Hope you enjoy ^^


“Pretend to be my date.”

Ochako rubbed her eyes, not sure if she was dreaming or not. After waking up at the sound of strong knocks at her apartment door, she expected if was one of her neighbors wanting to complain about something. What she didn’t expect, was to see Bakugou Katsuki, wild blond hair and angry red eyes, standing in front her.

“Bakugou…?”, she mumbled, voice raspy from being asleep just minutes ago. “What do you want?”

He gulped, as if he was swallowing his pride. “Pretend. To be. My date.”

His voice sounded odd and restrained, like he regretted saying them. Ochako blinked.

“Hum… I’m gonna need you to be more clear than that.”, she said, arms crossed, leaning on the door frame.

His scowl deepened, hands trembling. He was trying to hold some explosions back, that was for sure.

“To the goddamn party Best Jeanist’s gonna host!”, Bakugou blurted out, looking away from her.

Ochako had heard of the party. The now third best hero in the country decided to throw one of those fancy charity events, the profits destinated to a foundation that helped the victims of villain attacks and their families. It was a really nice initiative, but the invites were a bit expensive. The girl couldn’t afford to spend that much, now that she had to pay her own rent.

Which reminded her…

“And after three years since you last saw me, you decided to ask me out at 11:00 pm on a tuesday, because…?”

Bakugou flinched at her sarcastic tone.

“I’m not asking you out, stupid round-face!”, he said, running a hand through the back of his head. He had an undercut now, she noticed. “I just need you to go with me to this fucking ball and pretend to be my date. Don’t blow this out of proportion!”

“Wow, you really know how to convince a girl.”

It’s not like Ochako held any grudges from high school. Despite being a dick to her and all her friends, Bakugou had gone through a great development, and ended up becoming a not so unpleasant company at the end. However, after school was over, she hadn’t heard much from him. They saw each other from time to time, for work-related reasons, but she kinda felt hurt that he never return her calls or joined the rest of their friends when they hung out.

“Look, i know it’s been a long time”, he started, frowning at her hurtful expression. Taking in a deep breath, his stance got a little more relaxed. “And i… i’m fucking sorry, okay?!”

Her eyes went wide open. Bakugou Katsuki, apologising? Not something she ever thought of seeing in her life. He caught her impressed reaction, scowling and letting out a stressed sigh.

“I just, needed to focus on my career. It’s hard enough trying to go solo without any distractions. I don’t have time for it.” he muttered, looking genuinely honest. Her eyes softened a little. “This stupid party’ll be full of government people and potential investors. And i need to make a good fucking impression if i ever want to stop being just a sidekick.”

Ochako blinked, putting the pieces together. “So, you think i could make a good impression?”

He scoffed. “I’ve seen you on the magazines. TV shows. Posters. Gunhead sure knows how to use that round face of yours to promote his agency.”

She blushed, looking away from him. It wasn’t a lie. Gunhead wasn’t exactly the greatest example of charisma, and having her on his office had made a huge difference in his popularity. But Ochako wasn’t just a pretty face, and he knew that. They’ve been a great team during the last few years she’s been his sidekick.

“Besides, you’re good with people. You have this stupid positive attitude, and you know how to use words.”, she felt her cheeks warming up at the strange compliments. “Those old geezers will fall in love with you in the blink of an eye.”

“You, on the other hand, would just make them run away in terror.”, she pointed out, watching as his face curled up in a sneer.

“Yeah, smart-ass. But with you by my side, maybe they’ll actually hear what i have to say. Then, if we can convince them, they’ll land us the money to start our own office!”

She choked, not sure if she heard that right.

“Our office? D-do you mean… Are you proposing a partnership?”, Ochako’s eyes were wild. She must have gone crazy, Bakugou would never ask her that.

“It’s not like that, stupid!” he hurried his words, looking a bit flustered himself. “I mean, just until our names start to stand out as solo heroes. Than, we can on our fucking ways.”

She slowly nodded, starting to understand his track of thought. Going solo was really hard these days, with so many heroes popping out of nowhere. If you didn’t have the money, you had to really stand out from the crowd to catch the eyes of investors and get your office going. Then, there’s the hiring, administration, keeping track of the income, of the popularity, sometimes campaigns and other issues. At such young age, and with barely any resources, Ochako would never make it own her on.

Bakugou, although being one of the best of their generation, lacked every other quality a pro hero should have, such as charisma, patience and cooperativeness. Even if he had the money to start, he would certainly be demonized by media and other agencies would refuse to work with him. If they could rely on each other until they were well recognized as pro heroes, maybe there was a chance for both of them to achieve their goals.

“So? You in or not?”, she snapped from her thoughts, looking back at him. He looked impatient, hands on his pockets, staring at her with expectation. “I’ll pay for your entrance, even buy you a fucking dress if you wa—”

“I’m in.”

His eyes were wide for a second. He stared at her, looking for any trace of sarcasm in her face. “You… you’re in? Are you sure, round-face? Even if we can make it, It’s gonna be a long damn time before we can hire assistants, and there’s the management issue and—

“I said i’m in, Bakugou.”, she had a big smile on her lips, as he stared at her in awe. He expected her to say no, to laugh at him, to send him flying out of the fucking building. But not to actually accept his offer.

“I have some conditions, though.”, she said, and he raised a brow at her serious expression. “No baku-raging at the party. You’ll act like a gentleman, and agree with everything i say. And you’ll call me by my name, from now on. No snarky nicknames about my face.”

He sneered at her, rolling his eyes. “Fine, Uraraka. Anything else?”

She thought about it for a second. “Yes. If we do manage to start our own office, i’ll be the one who’ll name it. You’re awful with names.”

Bakugou’s eyes flared up at the insult.

“What?! What’s wrong with King and Queen of Explodo-Kills?!

At this, she slammed the door in his face, going back to her bed.

And this, was how hero agency Supernova was born, now one of the biggest offices in Japan.


He’s not a pet.

Ya’ll need to get on Netflix right now and freaking watch Trollhunters.

Carla: Why do you still like that necklace of yours? It’s getting old.

Yui: You’re getting old but I still like you.

Carla: Shin must have fed you some of his dog food because you’re being a bitch.

Y’know, we don’t give Sam Wilson enough credit in the aftermath of TWS. At first glance, yeah, maybe he’s following Steve’s lead in the Big Bucky Hunt: earlier we have lines like, “Dude, Captain America needs my help, there is no better reason to get back in,” and “I do what he does, just slower.” Sidekick quotes. Except, they’re just referring to combat. 

Sam and Riley were pararescue. They went back for the ones no one else could. And Sam, alone, is still doing that: working at the VA, leading a PTSD support group, recognizing that America’s icon is the same kind of messed up as him.

And now he knows that Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes is alone, afraid, and in danger, after surviving things no one should endure. He’s fighting his own mind, and once the world realizes what he was forced to do, he’ll have to fight them too. Of course Sam is going after him. He’d do it alone.

If he and Steve don’t save Bucky Barnes, who will?

★ lvtvr’s long-winded writing advice ★

Heyo. I’m Charlie and I write. You may know me for my Keith/Lance fanfics. I don’t know if it helps my credibility, but I have articles in print that I’ve been paid to produce, I’ve translated and proofread four novels, and I’ve been writing off and on for nearly eighteen years. I’m not perfect, I’m not a master, but I do know what I’m doing. So if you write too, and you want to get better, here are some of the things I’ve learned.

Less is more.

You know the quote “Blood orange? Shut up, it’s fucking red.” Remember this while you’re writing. If you’ve ever seen one of those “100 synonyms for ‘said’ to use while writing :)” lists, here’s what to do with it: burn it. No one utters or opines or verbalizes shit. They fucking say it.

Basically: use vocabulary that you know. Turn to big fancy words if you are certain that they’re the best way to express the nuance you’re going for, but avoid them if you’re only using them to make your prose more “interesting.” Don’t worry about sounding a little repetitive. Sounding pretentious or like someone who hangs out too much on Thesaurus.com is a lot worse.

Remember your whole body.

Ever read writing that punches you in the gut and makes you feel things? Ever aspired to create something like that yourself? Well, the key to doing it is to remember the body. Stay aware of the fact that we exist in the world as messy 3D beings made of blood and meat and emotion. 

It’s natural for most people to start with visual impressions and describe what things look like, but your writing won’t start to come alive until you also begin describing what they feel like, smell like, taste like. The five senses are a cheesy but effective checklist. Throw in sounds, smells, and body sensations alongside the visual aspect.

This goes for emotion, too. If your character is sad, think back to what you felt like when you were sad. Heavy gut? Rain clouds in your head? Tears pricking at the backs of your eyes, but never quite falling? All that is a lot more interesting than simply saying “they were sad.”

For the love of God, never type “Hello.” He said.

This falls under the general umbrella of using correct grammar (which you should!), but I feel the need to point this particular faux pas out because a) it’s soooo common for people to do this, and b) I can’t stand it. This is the type of persistent mistake that actively interferes with the flow of the writing for me as a reader. I don’t care if some big-name fic author does it or if you’ve seen a million others do it – you’ll never find it in a professionally proofread and edited book. Because, at the end of the day, it’s wrong.

Compare these two examples:

“This sucks.” She sighed.
“This sucks,” she sighed.

In the first example, she says the words first, and sighs afterward. In the second, she’s sighing the words. Simple difference. If the action is directly related to how the dialogue is being conveyed, it should come attached to the dialogue. If the action and dialogue are separate, separate them. Throwing in a bunch of loose, orphaned “He said” clauses is choppy and incorrect and pisses me off to an irrational degree. Please, please avoid this. I’m begging you on my hands and knees.

Focus your characterization.

Keeping characters in character is one of the biggest challenges of writing. I find that an easy way to stay on track is to summarize the character’s way of reacting to the world in one or two simple sentences, and when you’re not sure what they would say or do, try to keep it in line with that basic conception. 

For example, I’ve characterized Keith from Voltron as someone who “feels things very strongly and honestly, but has trouble putting his emotions into words.” My Hunk is “prone to gossip, but has a heart of gold and the strongest sense of justice you ever saw.” I keep this minimalist notion of a character at the front of my mind when I write them, and it usually helps them stay themselves.

Try to keep it general, though. “Passionate about food,” “flirts a lot,” or “in love with Mothman” aren’t basic personalities, they’re character traits. They don’t tell us anything about how someone will act in a given situation, and make for poor, flat characterization.

Write what you want to read.

No, really. I know that the urge to pander is strong, as is the desire to give the people what they want. But you’re people, too. Give yourself what you want. Is this hard? You bet. But it’s worth it when someone tells you “God, reading this is so refreshing. I’m so glad it wasn’t exactly like everything else.”

Voltron-specific stuff incoming here, but I feel like it’s important. Listen. Don’t write a fic where Keith and Lance have one (1) drawn-out argument before falling in hapless, sappy love, where Keith and Shiro are brothers and Hunk and Pidge are the Hilarious Meme Sidekicks, just because you feel like you have to. If you’re really passionate about that scenario, then by all means write it, but don’t do it because you’re afraid that’s all people are going to want to read. It’s not true. More likely than not, they’re sick of reading the same fic for the millionth time, and they’d love to see your take on things.

Remember: Fanon isn’t the law. Not even canon is the law. Follow your kokoro. Go weird places. You do you. I will be cheering you on.

Kudos to you if you read this entire mess. I hope it could be of some help. Now go write! I believe in you, friendo.

You Talk Too Much

Originally posted by auliicraval

Request: “Hello! Could I request an imagine where the reader is starting their first day as a new member of Uma’s crew. Uma has left the reader with Harry to show her the ropes of the ship but while he is rambling on about the ship, the reader gets bored and snatches Harry’s hook to get him to shut up haha…thank you!”

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Harry Hook x Reader

Warnings: None

Notes: This took so long to write because I love Harry Hook so much and I wanted to make it perfect!!!

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Omg first Aizawa request!! i love this guy thanks for the request!! and the compliment huehuhe everyone loves compliments B) And yes I know all about the horrors of periods DX

When Aizawa Shota got back home from work, he was more than surprised to see you, his girlfriend still curled up in bed. He grinned, “Someone’s been sleeping the day away,” he teased, but instead of a proper reply he only got a groan. “[___]?”

“Ugh, I don’t feel well,” you mumbled as you woke up. Your boyfriend - half worried, half convinced you were faking it - walked up to the bed and pulled the covers off of you. And saw the red stain on the bedsheets beneath you.

Aizawa understood immediately that you were on your period, and at once the worry alleviated. “Come on, it can’t be that bad–” You threw a pillow at his head before he could even finish the sentence.

“What the hell do you know? You don’t get to tell me what hurts and what doesn’t. Asshole.”

Shota’s eyes widened at your burst of anger, but that also made him rethink things. You had a point.  He took another look at you, and saw the fatigue and pain in your eyes, and really did reconsider his words. You were still curled up in fetal position, but when you noticed the blood stain on the sheets you shot up, groaning. “S-Sorry, I’ll go clean that up-”

“It’s fine,” Shota reassured you, “You go take a shower, I’ll take care of this. Okay?”

He was surprisingly unaffected by the blood, unlike most men would be, but as a hero, Aizawa kind of had to know how to wash off blood, so it was fine. You thanked him and went to take that shower, meanwhile your lover stripped the bed of the bedsheets and went to wash those in a separate bathroom.

Once he was done, he called Recovery Girl:

“You have to come over and treat [___].” “What happened?” “It’s, uh, that time of the month.” Recovery Girl laughed, “I’m afraid I can’t do anything about that.” “But she’s in so much pain, surely this isn’t normal?” She convinced him that pain was, sadly, normal, and that he just had to do his best to help you through this. Aizawa was rather displeased at Recovery Girl’s unhelpfulness, but he hung up anyway.

While Shota lacked experience in helping others through their periods, he knew what to do, theoretically. When you came out of the shower, finally out of your pajamas, he had a hot water bottle ready, along with a decent amount of chocolate. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“My uterus hates me.”

“We’ll just relax today, then. Do you want to watch a movie?” Your lover suggested. That did sound tempting.

He let you choose whatever movie you wanted to see, and once you began to settle down, he offered you his sleeping bag. “It’ll keep you warm,” he insisted, and handed you the hot water bottle to lay on your tummy. Along with the chocolate, you couldn’t help but think Shota was the most perfect person in the world to help you through this painful time-! So wonderful, so thoughtful! What did you ever do to deserve him?

“H-Hey wait, don’t start crying now, [___]!”

Well. He’d get used to these mood swings soon enough.