I got a few prompt requests about what if Tadashi’s leg braces broke mid fight and the team + Hiro had to step in to defend him, so here this is. I haven’t done an armordashi comic in a while and I realLY WANTED TO DO ONE so the prompt requests were perfect. (For those who are new: In armordashi AU, Tadashi survived the fire but is paralyzed from the waist down, though Hiro built him some leg braces to help him walk again, and he then basically becomes a hero along with everyone else)
Maaaaaan I have so many feelings towards the team working together to keep the two nerd bros safe, even Hiro tries his hardest for Tadashi because he doesn’t wanna risk almost losing him again. Of course that’s not to say Tadashi can’t pull some Captain America with his shields, with or without his legs. He’s a tough cookie.
hello i’m george and this is the internet. i like 80s radio stations and wicked songs about chocolate. if a tune aint cool then i probably love it, probably remixed it in my room w/ my a melting bar of snickers in my hand cos all them neon signs i nicked from our label make it pretty hot in there. you should see my electric bill, sheesh.
use the word ‘nice’ a lot, not sick of it yet.
“Wait a minute, what are you dressed like that for?”
The Doctor took one look at your dress -or, more specifically, every inch of skin that was very much not dress- and knew that he was doomed. Not that he wasn’t doomed in the first place, he had known that you would be the end of him for a while, but the dress simply confirmed it. Or made him more doomed. Double doomed? Was that a thing? Probably not, but he had just made it a thing, so that was that, wasn’t it? Yes, quite. Quite doubly doomed.
That was rude, he suddenly realized. What had come out of his rude and not ginger mouth had probably sounded very rude indeed, although he hadn’t meant to be insulting. He was just… surprised. You were sensible enough to not wear a skirt when there was the possibility that you might be running for your life, which meant that you never wore skirts at all. At least, not during TARDIS trips. In fact, now that he thought of it, he had never even seen you in any sort of dress or skirt. For all he had known, you didn’t own any. Obviously, he was wrong, and for once, that made him happy. Very, very… happy. Or, his eyes were happy. His hands were not. Why was it that eyes could touch as much as they liked but hands were so limited?
“I was just… in the mood for something nice,” you said, smoothing out the silk fabric of your dress. That wasn’t fair. Not fair at all. The dress cut off just above the knee and with you leaning against the wall, smoothing the dress had allowed your fingertips to brush across the skin of your thigh but he wanted to do that and it wasn’t one bit fair. "Is this not okay, for where we’re going? Should I change? I can change.“
”No, no, no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no, that’s great just the way it is,“ he assured you hurriedly. "Perfect, really, molto bene.” He paused. He wanted to say something, but what could he say without giving away the fact that he was checking out your legs? “You’re, uh- that’s very… pretty.”
Was that the best he could come up with? Really? His brilliant self and his great big Time Lord brain and all he could stutter out was that you were pretty?
“Thanks, Doctor.” You flashed him a smile, that smile, the one he showed you the universe for.
this untucked episode showed how a 23-year-old and a 22-year-old are more mature than their older two competitors. It was totally rude from Ginger and Kennedy to throw both Pearl and Violet under the bus to justify that they deserved to be in the top 3 more than them… While Ginger and Kennedy were trying to make excuses backstage, Pearl and Violet remained silent and respectful, and more importantly, they were true to each other…
If a person that doesn’t have any morality and prefers to critique their friends to become a finalist wins this competition and becomes America’s Next Drag Superstar I’ll riot…
Now, first things first. Be honest. How do I look?
Good different or bad different?
Am I... ginger?
No, you're just sort of... brown.
[disappointed] Aw, I wanted to be ginger! I've never been ginger! And you, Chiaki Nanami! Fat lot of good you were! You gave up on me! [Chiaki looks annoyed] Oh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger.