a pretty cool dude

Y’know...

I’m really digging the response to @therealjacksepticeye playing Hiveswap by members of the Homestuck community so far. The “Hey, come in, welcome to the fandom. We got drinks and snacks, and there’s some pretty cool dudes and creators here. We can show you some of the things and customs we do around here. You got any questions, ask away.” kind of behavior.  

If we can get more of this kind of response, not just in the Homestuck fandom, but in all media based fandoms, then it’s be a lovely change of pace, because it’s more often than not, it’s the toxic players that give fandoms bad labels. I’ve heard horror stories but have been fortunately lucky enough to be at events and meet-ups over my last 2 years of attendance to hang out with some really cool and friendly people. 

Sure, some people don’t like other fandoms, but if you don’t act like a dick and seal your paint, then every thing can be good.

Also, personal opinion, but Jack has got to be an Heir of Life. He’s such an energetic green bean!

Overhead while walking to the parking lot, on campus: an actual real-life college-student + sugar daddy AU in the making:

Male College Student: so I think my roommate’s older brother is, like, hitting on me.

Female College Student: really??

Male Student: yeah, well…like, he’s like helping us out with rent and stuff? And he, like, wants to hang out a lot…like, even with just me, like, Roommate isn’t even there…and then he bought Roommate’s books for next semester, except he asked if I wanted to come to the bookstore, and then he bought my books. Like, I didn’t let him buy all of them ‘cause I felt weird. But then he bought me dinner. So, like…

Female Student: (half-joking) is he hot?

Male Student: uhhh…I guess? Yeah. Maybe. I mean, I dunno.

Female Student: wait, though, is this like a creepy thing? Is he creepy?

Male Student: no! No, dude, he’s not like–like he’s actually a pretty cool guy, like he’s paying for Roommate to go to college and helping us out, and he’s all smart, like he’s a lawyer and shit, and he’s, like, chill, y'know, and–

Female Student: oh my god you like, LIKE him.

Male Student: (loudly enough that heads turn) I’M NOT GAY.

Female Student: you totally like him!

Male Student: BUT I’M NOT GAY.

Female Student: you’re, like, gay FOR HIM.

Male Student: (stops walking) BUT–FUCK.

Female Student: you could, like, be dating a lawyer!

…at which point, because they’d stopped walking, I had to maneuver around them and pretend I’d not been eavesdropping, and find my car.

We may never know the outcome, but I like to think that Sudden Epiphany College Student and Roommate’s Hot Lawyer Older Brother are now happily dating. (I also wonder what Roommate thinks of this–as a friend I imagine he is pleased–and whether he was secretly hoping for this outcome.)

Anyway, though: imagine your OTP. :D

phiauniverse  asked:

"You look really cute in that sweater.” with Peter Parker please? THANKS

Originally posted by supernaturally-avengers

“You know what? I don’t think that Darth Maul deserved to die.” Peter scoffed, tossing a few pieces of popcorn into his mouth while shaking his head.

“What?! I mean I get that he’s a pretty cool dude or whatever, but he literally just killed Qui-Gon right in front of Obi. What did you expect to happen.” You chuckled back at the boy, your gaze lingering a little too long when a smile grew on his cheeks.

“Ok, you’re right.” He mock bowed towards you. “Almighty Star Wars’ nerd.”

You threw your head back in laughter before smacking his arm playfully. This is what most Saturday nights consisted of for the two of you. You were almost always stationed on Peter’s couch with a large bowl of popcorn, two bags of gummy bears and a whole marathon of movies prepped for the night.

Most Saturday’s you’d come over around three pm and not leave until the next morning, completely tired with dried tears from all the laughter that had ensued. It was natural. Peter made things feel comfortable and it never even dawned on you that you could start feeling anything more for your best friend.

That is, until you did start thinking about it. About how he was always so sweet and ready to help anyone in need. How he literally risks his life for strangers every single day.

Your feelings for Peter were starting to become distracting. Now you couldn’t even look his way without admiring his messy hair or bright eyes. It was hard to keep these emotions at bay, but you definitely didn’t want to ruin the amazing friendship the two of you have now.

“Y/n?” Peter’s concerned eyes came into view as you blinked back into reality. “You alright there? You looked like you were gonna pass out for a second.” He chuckled humorlessly, still very worried for the blank, pale face that your inner monologue had caused.

“Yeah!” You immediately answered, fixing a smile onto your lips. “All good Pete. Just a little tired is all.”

Peter quirked an eyebrow. He knew you were lying. The smile on your face didn’t reach your eyes or make your cheeks puff out slightly like it should have. He could tell just from one simple expression that something was off, but he didn’t really want to push you. You’d tell him whatever it was when you were ready.

“Oh. Do you wanna get ready for bed then?” Peter stood up off the couch, offering you a hand. “We can get into pj’s and watch a calmer movie. Maybe you’ll feel better then?”

Your heart skipped a beat and you were sure that your face was painted with a cherry blush. Attempting to hide how much his sweet words affected you, you grabbed his hand. “Thanks Peter. That sounds good.” You stretched shortly and grabbed your bag, heading to the bathroom to change.

Shutting the door lightly, you replaced your jeans with a pair of old workout shorts. “Serving some looks tonight, Y/n” You giggled to yourself before searching the backpack for a shirt.

Your eyes widened. There was no way in hell that you had forgotten a shirt. You had set out a large band tee on your bed when you were packing and…it was probably still there, situated on your pillow.

You sighed, frustrated with your forgetfulness. You really didn’t want to sleep in your nicer top and there was no way you were heading out there without a shirt. Your ideas were running dry before you spotted a light gray sweater hanging near the shower.

Peter probably wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it for the night. Besides, it wasn’t like you had much of a choice at this point.

So, you threw the sweater on and watched as it fell just past the bottom hem of your shorts. You were instantly warmed by, not only the material, but also the scent of Peter’s cologne that filled your nose.

Packing up your bag, you stepped out into the hall, walking back towards the living room. Suddenly, Peter exited his room in a pair of plaid pajama pants and no shirt. Your eyes widened, taking in his naked torso before you adverted them to his face.

“Hey Y/n, was my sweater in the bath…” He trailed off, not properly finishing his sentence as he took in your form. His gray sweater hung loosely off your frame, making you look even more cuddly than you usually did. His mouth dried at the sight of you in his clothes.

“Oh, sorry.” You said, afraid that you had upset him by wearing his clothes without permission. “I can take it off. I just didn’t have a shirt and I saw this hanging and I don’t really know what I was thinking but-”

“N-No.” He stuttered out, interrupting your rambling. “You can wear it. Besides, you look really cute in that sweater.”

Pink rushed onto both your cheeks as well as his own as your gazes retreated to the floor. Awkward tension surrounded you two before you cleared your throat. “Well, I’m gonna go put on Moana.” You smiled before walking out off the hall.

Peter’s gaze followed you as he came to the conclusion that he hadn’t realized for months; he was completely screwed.


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Types as Roommates (based on actual roommates I’ve had as an INTP)

ESFP:  Rarely around, because they are always out with friends.  When they are home they usually talk about how cool their lamp is.  And you don’t disagree, because it’s a pretty cool lamp.  “I really appreciate you, dude” they say everyday after their shift, until you hate them and their stinky socks all over the bathroom floor.

ENFP:  They are SO! EXCITED! that you’re finally home to hang out with them even though they’ve been going and doing things all week.  Dishes are everywhere.  The rabbit is out of his cage and has chewed through the electrical wires.  The fire alarm is going off again.

INFP:  The best thing about living with them is their music taste.   You keep asking yourself if they are really as laid back as they say they are?  Their poster selection is haphazard, their trash can is filled to the brim, and they show everyone who comes through their dorm their collection of vinyl sex feet.  However, one day you get a terrifying message via text.  You drank from their cup.  That was the special cup.  You shouldn’t have drank from that cup.

ISFP:  THC is more important to oxygen to them.  They line their room with trippy tapestries, and a list of “cartoon conspiracies” is listed on their door.  During that really promiscuous phase of yours, they didn’t say a thing every night you must have waken them up moaning.  You couldn’t believe that anyone could be so laid back.  Then, exams came.  No one had ever been more vigilent, and more terrified than they are during exam week.  “Aderall” your friends say, “They’re hyped up on amphetamines,” but you know what they’re like on amphetamines, and this is a step above.

INTP:  You’ve watched the same anime from start to finish 3 times this week, but you don’t have the nerve to tell them that you’re tired of it.  They’re taking up all of the couch space too.  Because while they might have spent the first 2 weeks of being moved in creating the perfectly efficient and comfortable bedroom (complete with a pillow fort), they fall asleep in the living room most nights with their heated blanket and a wikipedia article up on their laptop.  You peek at their laptop expecting to see something related to their favorite video game or the classes they are taking, but “substitutional insect genitalia”  doesn’t fit either of those categories.

ENTP:  When they have friends over, they don’t just have friends over.  The banter is endless and it almost always lasts until 5 am.  Their is only so much existential philosophy you can take, and that is literally none when it it is being shouted by drunken satanists during the golden hour.  

ISTP:  They really like sex.  Sex is their favorite subject and they feel the need to tell you that frequently.  If you don’t update them on your current sexual status, they might get a little bit grumpy.  Their pet names for you include “slut” and “bitch”.  They read trashy novels and their television choices are questionable to you, but it matters little because you have finally found a roommate that simultaneously respects your boundaries and recognizes you for the asshole you are.

ISFJ:  Tea has suddenly become very important to you.  You memorized your roommates favorite teas for every occasion, every ailment and every time of day, before you even realized it was happening.  You wonder how you know this, without even knowing their last name or what they do for a living.  What time do they come in at night?  Do they have friends?  What kind of music do they listen to?  You imagine that they spend most of their time with their family, and at work, but it’s anybodies guess.

ENFJ:  The greatest sin of yours, is the sink that you leave untouched.  Once a week, they clean it begrudgingly.  With passive-aggression with more fervor than all of the crusades.  They are experimenting with brewing beer and cider.  They are also studying seminary.  They never sleep.  You try to explain to friends of friends that your roommate is going to be in the ministry, but they never believe you, because they’ve only ever seen your roommate black-out wasted.  “Before I was a Christian,”  your roommate says drunkenly  “I would have considered myself bisexual”.  Your eyes have never rolled so far back into your head.  You really wish you could light a joint about now.

ESTJ:  Late night chats about the economy have never been so interesting, but really, they are not interesting enough.  Why in the fuck are you living with a business major?  You down another beer and go to bed with a nauseous feeling in your stomach.

INTJ:  You constantly wonder to yourself if the moderately clean kitchen is worth your roommate’s “quirks”.  They haven’t really done anything, but you’re afraid of them.  You’re too afraid to tell them that they are listening to their audiobooks of The Foundation Trilogy too loud, and you’re too afraid to tell them that you don’t like how they’ve replaced all of the regular lightbulbs with red ones.  Your sense of reality starts to disintegrate.  Is that blood in the fridge?  Are those dildos?  Their is a stack of papers on the coffee table which, as far as you know, are comprised entirely with the digits of pi.

ESFJ:  You still can’t get over the fact that your roommate has a sex schedule.  And more importantly, no concept of respectful noise levels while they do it.

INFJ:  You finally found that roommate that will just share quiet, peaceful company with you.  You play Okami, and they work on their novel.  You write your essays, and they put on Star Wars.  No words, just good vibes.  However, things have started to get weird since their SO broke up with them.  They adopted a dog without your permission, and they’re taking it back to the shelter tomorrow because a two bedroom apartment isn’t big enough for a greyhound.  They keep asking you to cuddle them, and you are running out of polite ways to say “fuck off”.


Sorry that I missed a few types ..

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Here’s a thing that I worked on that I can finally share! :0

This was a collaboration with 2 other animators, I mostly just helped out with coloring frames. I also did rough animation on most of the human characters, but some of them were finalized by someone else. All the humans up till the research scene were all me tho!

pidge is the hacker of our group.

shiro is our awesome leader.

hunk’s our mechanic. he’s also a chef and a pretty cool dude to hang out with.

keith is always doing things like flying into asteroid fields and black holes and cool junk like that.

and i thought i was their sharpshooter, but i guess no one else thinks that..

maybe i don’t have a thing.

Bakugou doesn’t need friends.

He never has.

*

More to the point, he’s pretty sure he isn’t meant to have friends. Ever since he was a kid, Bakugou had a theory about how Quirks work: the kind of Quirk you have is directly related to the kind of person you are.

He was always the best at everything, so he had the best Quirk. Midoriya was pathetic at everything, and he didn’t have a Quirk at all.

(It isn’t the most complex math, but it made a lot of sense at the time. Midoriya manifesting a Quirk later complicated the theory, but it didn’t really change Bakugou’s opinion.)

More than that, he thinks it must have something to with personality, and going to UA really only solidifies that. Boy likes darkness, he has a dark Quirk. Girl likes water, she has a frog Quirk.

Boy destroys things, he has a destructive Quirk.

Makes sense.

*

And he knows—he knows there’s more to his Quirk (there’s more to him) than destruction, but the point remains. He breaks stuff. That’s his nature, his soul. And he’s going to use that ability to be the best goddamn hero the world has ever seen but that doesn’t change the fact that in the end, things around him are always going to explode.

There’s always been people around him. They’ve always loved him. But he doesn’t need them. They’re not his friends.

After all, if there’s one thing Bakugou has learned, it’s that people can really only take so much fire. Something always explodes. It’s better not to have people at all.

*

Kirishima is also a complication to this theory, but in a very different way than Midoriya.

When he first learns about Bakugou’s Quirk, Kirishima just laughs and says, “Oh, it’s like we’re that thing.”

“What,” Bakugou snarls, because the statement makes no sense and he doesn’t like things that don’t make sense.

“You know, that saying. The force and the object and meeting and all that.”

It takes awhile for Bakugou to parse this out. “The unstoppable force meets the immovable object?”

“Yeah, that’s the one!” Kirishima laughs and slaps Bakugou on the back. “That’s what our Quirks are like.”

“That’s the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” Bakugou says, “I could kill you, no problem.”

“Nah, I’m really hard to kill,” Kirishima says, and he’s still laughing. And it’s the dumbest thing ever because it’s like he’s trying to challenge Bakugou except that he’s laughing like it’s all some kind of joke.

“I’m better than you,” Bakugou insists, “I’m going to be number one in this whole fucking school.”

“Whoa,” Kirishima says, “That’s a manly goal. You’re a pretty cool dude, Bakugou.”

Which is the most obnoxious thing in the world and Bakugou is pretty sure he hates this guy.

*

Then he’s always around. And pretty soon Bakugou is helping him study and hanging out and it doesn’t make any sense.

*

Then there’s a hand-stretched out and the sheer relief to see him and Bakugou never wanted to be saved (he doesn’t need anyone to save him) but still he saw Kirsihima’s hand—

—and he took it.

And he was glad.

And that doesn’t make any sense either.

*

And maybe the problem isn’t that it doesn’t make sense but that it makes too much sense. That if there are people who’s Quirk means they only ever destroys things, then maybe, maybe, maybe there can be people who are meant to withstand any kind of destruction.

But that’s not something Bakugou is ready to think about just yet. That’s a line of thought that he doesn’t fully want to follow. Not yet.

But.

Probably soon.

 

A/N: This is for @mist-me who won a follow-up prize tumblr short in the Will You Ever Write Giveaway and requested BakuShima! =D As my first foray into BNHA I’m not super confident on how to write these characters, but it was a lot of fun to try! =D