and i hope people like it

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I care too much. Tell me your problems and I’ll try to help you solve them. And if we can’t fix them, I will think about it every day, and agonize over it, even if I don’t know you.

Idea for a Superman origin movie

built around two solid points:
1) Lois Lane is the lead character; and
2) The audience dose not know who is playing Superman going into the movie.

So the movie centers around a young Lois, who’s desperately trying to get a job as a reporter at the Daily Planet, despite a hiring freeze as the printed journalism business struggles to keep up, and despite the fact she has no prior journalism experience (at least, not outside of an expensive degree that has yet to start paying for itself). Even though no one at the Planet will even return her calls, she barges in in the middle of a work day, trying to get an interview. She bounces off a lot of people (a number of them tall guys with dark hair and nice eyes who she barely notices) until she tracks down Perry White, who tells her, sarcastically, that he’ll hire her on the spot if she can bring him a properly sourced article revealing the story Metropolis’s new hero, who just yesterday stopped a runaway train with his bare hands. 

She gets to work. Her friends tell her she’s crazy. Her sister bails her out of jail at least once (maybe a montage of times). Her father, General Lane, threatens disownment and/or military arrest. This “menace” broke a muggers arm last week, and is wanted for vigilantism. If she really does find out the identity of this man (who’s been gaining notoriety with every feat) and brings it to a newspaper before the military, her father would have to take action. (This country is his family, after all.)

But the more Lois looks into this ‘super man’, the more she likes what she sees. It’s hard without credentials, but she’s been collecting eye-witness reports for months trying to find the pattern to track; the pattern that everyone’s been looking for. She has dozens of interviews with police, and store owners, and caught criminals, but it’s in the interviews of the regular folk that she finds the pattern:

This man is kind. 

Every headline is about a larger-than-life figure who catches falling statues, wins chases with cars, and stops bullets with his pecs. In the words of the innocent people of Metropolis though, is someone else. Someone who flies broken cars to the shop from the highway during rush hour. Someone who takes a sobbing child from the scene of a bike accident and drops off a smiling one with their parents. Someone who’s been spotted leaving flowers by the headstones of the ones who didn’t make it out of that train crash. Someone who sits in a secluded corner of the park and plays chess with the old woman who’s husband can no longer leave the house. Someone who literally pulled a dog out of a river and a cat from a tree. 

So, to find the Man of Steel, Lois searches for kindness - and she finds it everywhere. She finds all the coats freely shed for someone cold. She finds all the grocery carts paid for by the previous customer. She finds lonely veterans offered a seat at the family table in restaurants. She finds hate symbols painted over with cute cartoons and symbols of love. She finds dozens and dozens of volunteers who help clean up and serve food and rebuild after train crashes and car wrecks and robberies. 

She finds Superman.

And then she finds a man in the park.

He’s not doing much, just sitting on a bench with his head in his hands. The copy of the Daily Planet on the bench next to him speculates on the dangers of super humans, as it has every day for the last two weeks. Some have even suggested that the Man of Steel is an alien, though those theories have only barely broken into mainstream. Whatever this man is worrying over, whatever weight is on his shoulders, seems much heavier than a newspaper, though. Lois hasn’t worried herself with the same issue’s as her prospective employer, either. Thoughts still on the group of teens she’s just passed, each promising to beat up on some boy for their friend, are still fresh on her mind, and she takes the spot next to the stranger on the bench.

He’s not a stranger, though. Lois recognizes him. She doesn’t know his name, but she saw him that day at the Daily Planet months ago, and she’s seen him across the police tape at scenes she’s investigated. He wrote today’s front page article: “Man of Steel, or Menace of Steel?”

He’s politely flustered when she sits down, and she promptly tells him that everything about his article - she’s already read it, of course - is absurd. She doesn’t care who “made him write it”, the entire thing is just plain wrong. She finds herself repeating stories she’s read and re-read at all hours of the morning. Stories of regular people who’d told her how they’d been inspired by Superman. How they’d taken leaps of faith toward recovery and new lives thanks to Superman. Teenagers have chosen to live because of Superman. She quotes sources, and sources of people, including herself, who have said that the city of Metropolis - maybe even the world - was so much better because of Superman.

“Superman?” the reporter asks.

“It’s just something I’ve been calling him. He’s got that big S on his chest, right?”

The reporter laughs. He hasn’t smiled the whole time, only looked at her with wide eyes. His smile is… nice. His glasses are dumb though.

“Yeah,” she admits, “it’s a dumb name.”

“No,” he says. A weight has fallen off his shoulders while she was flipping through her notebooks. He sniffles a bit. Lois had just torn into his article with all the fury she could muster, is he crying about it? No, he’s smiling, still. “I really like it. Have you written all this down?”

Lois Lane writes it all down. Her new friend (who proofread the hell out of it because Lois is driven as hell but can’t spell) Clark Kent turned it in to his boss. The newest headline reads:

The Story of Superman -by Lois Lane


She’s getting paid more than Clark in under a year. He just seems to be so distracted all the time. Maybe she should look into that…
my lil tips for feeling better

face:

  • wash your face at least once a day, with a cleanser and a moisturizer that works for your skin (you can add a toner and serum to the routine too)
  • keep a lip balm on you at all times
  • please try to remember to brush your teeth. i know, you’re very sleepy and your bed is very comfortable, but still
  • try out some face masks every once in awhile!

hair:

  • find a shampoo and conditioner that really works for you and makes your hair smell nice
  • try to skip using the heat tools and embrace the natural look, your hair will thank you for it
  • deep conditioner? hair masks? argan oil? go for it
  • for those of you with long hair: keep a hair tie on you at all times

hands:

  • keep a small hand cream in your purse to keep your hands from getting dry after washing them
  • maybe keep a cuticle cream in your purse too? (it really helps me stop picking at my cuticles because this motion is actually a good kind of fidgeting instead of harmful, and it keeps them from drying out in the process)
  • paint your nails a light beige/pink neutral color. it’s subtle but looks so elegant and goes with everything

body:

  • moisturize!!!!! after every shower!!!! whether it be lotion or coconut oil or what, it’s important!! dry skin is uncomfortable and does not make you feel better
  • find a perfume you like and spray it on whenever you need a lil pick-me-up. smelling nice = feeling nice
  • take a multivitamin every! day!
  • and take your medications! don’t forget!
  • try to incorporate eating something kinda healthy every day (maybe just one fruit! that’s all!)

You are the sun and I am just the planets
Spinning around you

I’ve done nothing but listen to “The Last of the Real Ones” by Fall Out Boy ever since this post. I had to get it out of my system one way or another and it just turned into… whatever the heck I was trying to portray here lmao 

castawayskiller-deactivated2017  asked:

*slams table* sEASON 4 HEADCANONS also ily <3

happy season 4 guys!!!

  • coran still calls allura “keith” sometimes even though keith’s back
  • lance, to his friends: “ew ur gross” lance, to someone he met literally two minutes ago: “-and keith was like ‘clang clang!’ and then pidge-”
    • he loves his friends
  • pidge: “*hacker voice* i’m in” matt: “…i don’t think you’re supposed to say ‘hacker voi-’”
  • if allura gets really excited she’ll start shedding little blue sparkles
  • hunk was that kid who would mash the attack button playing video games and essentially applies the same logic to his bayard now
  • during his time with the blade the others text keith updates and keith is. confused
    • hunk: “we miss you!!!! also pidge found her brother!!!! and lance can milk a cow???”
    • allura: “milk is… disgusting”
    • pidge: “apparently allura’s you now lol”
    • lance: “are you watching our shows? they’re so cool!!!” lance, days later: “wait nvm coran had a brain worm that was trying to kill us”
    • keith: “what”
  • lance: “any final requests?” galra guy: “yeah undo the cuffs and let me go” lance, turning to shiro: “…should we let him-” shiro: “no we’re not letting him go”

dairy-o  asked:

I adore ur blog? I subscribed to notifications just so I don't miss any of your voltron headcanons

i?? oh my god thank you???

  • *allura voice* “what do you mean humans need to sleep every night”
  • some people actually find hunk intimidating when they first meet him
    • listen. he looks like he can bench press a school bus???
    • but then they talk to him and they’re like ah. he’s a gentle creature
    • lance never had this problem, he met hunk and was immediately like “aw heck yeah i just won the best friend lottery
  • lance: “so i heard you like bad boys ;)” alien: “not really” lance: “oh thank god”
  • on average, shiro spends 50% of his day looking for lance or keith
  • pidge doesn’t show coran earth tech anymore because he always smiles condescendingly at her and calls it “cute”
  • they’ve got planet-specific memes
    • “how dare you make me look at this with my own four eye spheres”
    • instead of “who are you and what have you done with [insert paladin here]” it’s now “hunk get me a jellyfish i think we’ve got a case of mind-swishing here”
    • “lion goddess” makes consistent comebacks
  • hunk: “keith i don’t think that’s a good idea-” pidge: “no no wait let him do it, i wanna see where this goes”
4

Some doodles of cutie beans.*+ I’m sorry I don’t have enough time to paint them…

Yuu belong to Me.*+
E belong to @tidorito.*+
Goth belong to @nekophy.*+
The traveler belong to @mrsbushlikestodraw.*+
Apple seed belong to @u-kun18.*+
Shrine Maiden belong to @uyuni-piyo.*+
Skelly girl(???) belong to @happykittyshop.*+
Zinc belong to @butternutsquashpi.*+

sheith quote quiz

sooooo guys, i finally completed my “which sheith quote are you?” quiz on buzzfeed

feel free to take it and let me know what you got :)

🔫(Ø▽Ø⌿ )

history-nerd-elijah  asked:

*slides you a glass of chocolate milk* so those voltron headcanons

i swear you guys make me feel like a drug dealer sometimes

  • allura: [wrecks someone] lance: “that was, cómo se dice… savage?”
  • hunk maintains that his brightass headband can be worn with any outfit
    • he’s well on his way to giving allura a stroke
    • “i don’t get it, why can’t i wear my headband to the party? the tuxedo’s black, orange and black totally match-”
  • lance: “do do do-” [shoots sentry] “-another one bites the dust”
  • shiro’s been wondering if he can get half off discounts on gloves now since he only needs one
  • *coran voice* “princess as your legal guardian i am obligated to say that violence is wrong. but lowkey? those bitches deserved it”
  • every time the team splits up shenanigans happen
    • but shenanigans happen all the time so no one really remembers who was with them when any particular shenanigan happened
    • “heh remember that time on planet yordek when lance-” “we agreed to never speak of that again keithiel
    • “haha remember when we went to the mall and i became an indentured servant and took over a restaurant” “…what”
  • [something explodes in the distance] pidge, running into the room: “i want to preface this by saying that nothing happened, nothing is on fire. that is mere speculation. do we have a fire extinguisher?”
I Would Understand

(AO3 MIRROR)

Fandom: Boku No Hero Academia

Relationships: Aizawa Shouta & Shinsou Hitoshi, strong hints at Aizawa Shouta/Yamada Hizashi

Word count: 14k+

Rating: T

Tags: Dadzawa and Shinson, foster care system, some referenced child neglect and abuse, hurt/comfort, found families, hero worship

Notes: So this was originally prompted, but I strayed a bit from the prompt. It was also supposed to be a lot shorter than this. Any feedback would be appreciated since it’s my first time really writing Shinsou in depth!

Summary: 

Shinsou Hitoshi had a bit of a problem, and that problem was that he’d gotten attached to Aizawa Shouta. And somewhere along the line had started seeing him as a parental figure, a replacement for all the foster home parents who’d passed him along and never quite done their job.

A kid who’s been in foster care his entire life spends a normal, average day after training with the teacher who seems to care a little too much.

Excerpt:

“You’re not without some place to go after graduation, but your thinking is rational,” Aizawa gave him a small sigh, and leaned over slightly to look at the applications in the folder Hitoshi had opened. “I personally wouldn’t let the school just leave you alone like that. However, if you’re serious about this, I can help you with these.”

“Really?” Hitoshi’s voice came out a little squeakier than he’d meant it to, and he let out a breath, regathering himself. It was a relief to know that he just wouldn’t be kicked out and left alone. He kind of wondered if Aizawa was somehow implying that he’d stay in contact after graduation, and Hitoshi had to remind himself not to expect anything of anyone, especially the adults in his life.

But goddamn, Aizawa made it hard when he’d never broken a promise to Hitoshi.

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