another silly thing

People are throwing away their WOW tickets…(an event that supports women of the world and their feminist visions and ideals) all because Gillian Anderson isn’t dating who they want to and instead dating a man who is being honored (amongst his other awards and accomplishments) at BFI dinner for his achievements and success in screenplay writing…?

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anonymous asked:

hey, I really like the chibi!deku&dad might comic you did, but could you explain the premise, if you have one formed? because I'm really curious about how they met and how old deku is since all might didn't get injured too long ago from the start of the series

The premise is something like this:

Toshinori has been released from the hospital.

Recovery girl had been the one to handle most of his procedure, patching up his battered body as best she could while keeping an eye on his vitals. Apparently, his most recent battle has left him with a permanent handicap on his strength and a life cut short.

He has been released from the hospital and escaped the clutches of death, but at a dire price.

“Thankfully,” she had said, frowning down at her clipboard, “there are only a few people who were alerted of this setback, and they can be trusted to keep the secret. As far as the general public goes, All Might simply encountered another villain in his daily life and dealt with the situation accordingly.”

He knows that he is fortunate. He knows that he has saved the world from a horrifying villain and come out of it alive.

But still, something a little like inadequacy and disappointment settles in his stomach. Pride at finally having resolved the conflict between the holders of One for All and that man settles within him - him, he had been the one to finally do it; his predecessor can rest easy and Gran Torino is proud - but at the same time that is precisely the problem.

It is done. Resolved. Accomplished. And he has been left with a debilitating handicap as a result.

And all the while, All Might is a pillar of strength and resolve still needed in this world of heroes.

(He doesn’t quite mind, that. It has always been his dream to be a hero, to do as much as he can to help the populace and protect the people, even to his last breath. But the battle with his arch-nemesis has come with a price, and it’s more than a bit difficult to accept the fact that his time as One for All’s sole bearer wears thin and his “final breath” may end up being sooner than he thought.)

So, it is with this mindset - looking battered and broken with gaunt cheeks and shadowed eyes that hold a weariness of carrying the world on his shoulders - that he encounters a young boy crying in the park.

Toshinori has always been the type to do as much as he can to try and see everyone smile. His whole reason for becoming a hero was because he had wanted to aid the cause and help change the world for the better.

Without really thinking, he walks over to the bawling child - noting the bruises and scratches with some quiet remorse - kneels down, and places a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Boy,” Toshinori says, smiling, because All Might always has to smile. “Are you alright?”

He jumps back and just about dies when the boy takes one look at him and screams.

~~~

Once the boy finally calms down, Toshinori finds out that his name is Midoriya Izuku. And he is bullied for not having a quirk.

(It took a while to calm the boy down. One look at his face and Midoriya had screamed bloody murder, apparently downright terrified of the sight. Toshinori had only then taken true note of what he looked like after his encounter with the holder of All for One through the reflective metal of a beam and, yeah, he doesn’t exactly look like a pretty sight while smiling.)

Overall, Toshinori is, admittedly, a little shaken.

Because this boy is quirkless. Sure, Toshinori knows that it is still an occurrence these days, but it is a rare occurrence, and for him to encounter Midoriya Izuku the day he is released from the hospital after a battle that has left him as he is…

It’s a silly thought, though. A coincidence. Toshinori wants to try his best to cheer Midoriya up but this encounter doesn’t really mean anything, he is simply doing his duty as a hero that wants to help the people -

But then, Midoriya walks over to the bushes. He emerges with a toy, broken and cracked in his hands, cradling it carefully as his eyes begin to water anew.

“What do you have there, Midoriya boy?” Toshinori asks, quietly.

Midoriya sniffs, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he walks closer. “It’s… It’s my treasure.”

Toshinori says nothing in reply, staring dumbly at the familiar color scheme of red, white, and blue, the toy replica’s arm detached and bent awkwardly.

“Kacchan… Kacchan didn’t do it this time,” he says, clutching the toy in his hands. “But… some older people came around when I was playing, and - and I wanna be a hero but they looked at me like I was stupid and dumb because I don’t have a power and they, they -”

A hiccup, and Midoriya rubs a hand roughly over his eyes.

“I… I wanna be like All Might,” he murmurs quietly. “I wanna help people, I wanna be All Might’s sidekick, I, I…”

He looks up, wide eyes watering and voice nasally. Despite this, his next words are spoken with a steely determination.

“I wanna be a hero.”

This is the moment that the lives of two different people take an abrupt turn. Two, both who were born quirkless, one with the ability to pass on a powerful quirk and legacy and one whose dreams have withstood the grim reminder of the fates of quirkless.

Toshinori searches for the familiar strength that he holds, grasping it despite having been told not to just yet. But this is important, and he watches as Midoriya eyes fill with surprise, awe, and wonderment.

“Midoriya Izuku,” he says, and the boy seems to vibrate with contained excitement.

“You will be a hero.”


This is cheesy, I am a writer of cheese but LOOK… That is a PART OF THIS DUO, it just doesn’t feel right without Detroit Smash 100% levels of DORK.

Just in case, for clarification: Izuku is 9, almost 10, since All Might’s first encounter with Izuku was when he was 14 (and he got his injury five years before he met Izuku).

Some random stuff with Talcott and Cor I guess

  • Meeting Cor is like one of the best days of Talcott’s life (besides Noctis) because it is THE MARSHAL standing right in front of him and whoa, his dream finally comes true
    • The kid met him once when he was super young but he doesn’t remember
    • “Look! It’s him! It’s actually him!” Talcott jumping up and down with excitement as Monica and Jared welcome Cor into the house.
  • Cor stands there almost confused because it’s not often does a kid come up to him with such pure delight except all those years ago with young Noctis
    • Jared explaining to him how his grandson used to draw pictures of the prince and all the people he wanted to meet when he was younger. Cor being part of the pic too.
  • Talcott bombarding Cor with all the questions as the two sit on the couch and asking if he can hold Cor’s sword because it’s pretty damn cool
  • Eventually, Cor notices the little collection of cactuar figures on the table, and during his travels, he spots one at a small shop and buys one for Talcott
    • He comes back from time to time to check on everyone
    • Talcott shows him his almost completed cactuar collection and nice enough to give Cor one to keep because he has an extra from Noctis. Cor thinks of it as some good luck charm
  • One day, Cor and Talcott go on top of the lighthouse. Talcott asking Cor if he ever sailed the seas and Cor talks about his first trip to Altissia with King Regis and co. 
    • “Wow.” Talcott looks hopeful. “When Prince Noctis comes back, do you think we can all go together?”
    • “Certainly.”

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Maybe love doesn’t exist,
Maybe it’s another one of those silly things we’ve created for an illusion of feeling less alone
But I swear that every time your hand is in mine or I see you smile or
Whenever you wrap your arms around my waist as I play with your hair I know
That even if this is not love and love does not exist,
You are something real and I think you are the closest thing to love I can experience,
The only form of bliss I’ve ever really needed.
—  for you, my love :: 12 February 2017
Assist Me (Part 4)

Summary: With little to no experience and no approval, you are secretly trained to be an Avenger.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: none

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This time, Bucky avoided you for the day. Usually he would arrive in the kitchen early in the morning because that’s where you were before you set off to help Tony with whatever task he assigned you for the day. He had to ignore his grumbling stomach and the echoing of your voice from the kitchen.

He could also hear Sam’s loud voice in there, figuring you two were talking.

“I haven’t seen your boyfriend in a while y/n,” Sam joked.

Bucky’s heart dropped. He was unaware you had a boyfriend. Before his mood could change, he heard your voice reject Sam’s comment.

“Stop, he’s not my boyfriend Sam.”

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Research

Sam x Reader

Word Count: 749

Warnings: pure fluff, implied smut?

**Another silly late night writing thing. So… here you go.

The clock above your motel room TV read 3:35am. Great. Another night without sleep. It’s not like you could just run off the last night’s sleep either, mainly because you only got about two hours total. You flipped through your phone, hoping to find something interesting. A breaking news story, a game, something.

But nothing caught your attention. Everything on TV was a lost cause too, unless you wanted to watch a one-hour infomercial about frying pans. No thanks.

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I’ll Tell You All How The Story Ends

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader

Genre: Romance

Summary: Request fic for @sassyh0esavage. “I thought it would be really cute if y/n is part of the band, and the guys obvously know about all the fanfics, one day they decide to read one and its about her and one of them”.

“If one more person asks me about fanfiction on Twitter,” Gerard sighed from his bunk as the tour bus barreled down the highway, “I’m deleting my account.”

“What are they asking?” Ray asked, quirking his eyebrow as he looked up from the guitar he was practicing with.

“If I read them,” Gerard explained with a world-weary look. “And if their ‘OTP’ is real.”

“Are they seriously so self-deluded that they think we’re actually fucking?” Frank laughed as he exhaled a cloud of smoke from his cigarette.

“Not all of them think that it’s you Gerard’s doing it with, Frank,” pointed out Mikey reasonably as he texted Pete.

“Wait, who do they think I’m doing it with, then?” Gerard asked, looking at his brother quizzically.

“Oh, you hadn’t heard?” Mikey blinked. “I know that ‘Frerard’ was the main pairing at first, and, I mean, it’s still got a lot of fans, but lately another ‘ship’, or whatever it’s called, seems to have a big following online.”

“Who do they think are secretly dating now?” Ray asked with an exasperated look. “Do they think I’m in love with Gerard?”

“No, they think Y/N is,” Mikey confessed.

You froze. Fuck, you thought. You’d been nursing a crush (that you believed was probably unrequited) on Gerard for a while now. Had the fans noticed the way you looked at him when he was onstage, and guessed the secret yearnings of your heart?

It was weird as hell to think there were stories out there about you and Gerard dating and having sex. You’d been friends with him for a long time, but your relationship had never been more than that. Did teenage fangirls get off while imagining you sucking Gerard’s dick? Did they spend long hours thinking of sweet nothings for that fictional version of him to whisper to you? It was a bizarre concept.

“I’m Googling the ship name,” Frank announced, “because I’m bored and we’ve got another hour before we’ll be at the next venue and honestly I kind of find this hilarious.”

“Frank, don’t,” Gerard pleaded, putting his red face in his hands.

“Nah, dude, c’mon, let’s find one of these weird fucking stories and do a dramatic reading of it,” Frank dared.

“You gotta admit, it’s kind of funny that people think Y/N is secretly pining for you,” Mikey chuckled.

“Uh…..right,” you said with a fake laugh. If you acted like this was just another silly thing the fans had dreamed up, your bandmates wouldn’t guess the way you truly felt.

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A text sent out to all Team Skull members in Po Town

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Oh, that is today, isn’t it.

He’s going to assign the nearest responsible and sober grunts to guard the door for him while he steps out for a while.

They’re gonna need a lot of munchies.]

>So.
>If, in theory, someone was going to get enough food to feed a mansion full of high Team Skull members
>What would they eat when they’re high?
>Master and Mistress, forgive my ignorance. I’d like your input as well, of course.

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xxdtfanxx requested sum big bro with Alan sleepy hugs thing so… :D

And now to glare more at my cats for waking me. T_T

“On My List”

This fucking JMR fic took me forever, so I hope you all like it. If not … I’m just sticking with Cockles, because … damn.


“Lindsey Lohan.”

Ew, really? Oh my god. I’ve lost all respect for you, man.”

Misha chuckles and shakes his head “I don’t think she’s that bad.”

Jensen scoffs so hard, he probably dislodged a tonsil. “Bad or not, she’s really your first choice? The one freebee, no questions asked—good to go lay? Her?”

Rob watches his two friends, amused—comfortable and warm nestled between a throw pillow and his generous stack of empty beer bottles.

“Well, now that you mention it, I’m thinking Audrey Hepburn might be a better choice.”

“Isn’ she dead?” Rob slurs, which pulls a pleasant little laugh past Jensen’s just-licked lips.

“Yeah she is … and even if she wasn’t, she’d be like a hundred and two by now. Can you think of anyone age appropriate who currently has a pulse?”

Misha ponders this for a moment, seeming to think long and hard, like it’s a question for the ages. “Justin Beiber” he finally says with fervor.

“Okay, if you’re just going to fuck around, I’ll stop asking” Jensen snips back. He’s soon leaning forward in his chair to snatch up his own beer, taking a swig before plopping it down again—all with a disappointed shake of his head.

Sor-ry” Misha sighs, throwing up his hands. “I didn’t realize this game was so serious to you.”

The green eyed man looks to the far side of the room, shrugging with an air of forced-nonchalance. “It’s not, but I was curious and you’re just dickin’ around.”

“Well, I can’t say I’ve ever actually thought about it that much.” He seems more sincere now and Rob thinks that he’s probably telling the truth; Misha Collins doesn’t live through scenarios after all.

“Oh c’mon! Now I know you’re lying!”

Jensen apparently, does not agree.

The two men are soon tilted towards one another, gesturing harshly over the coffee table between them—casting angry shadows on the convention schedules spread out across the glass. Rob smiles to himself, feeling the drunk slosh about his brain, fizzing like warm waters of a jacuzzi. He loves watching Jensen and Misha bicker like this—drunk or not. The two act like an old married couple half the time he’s around—and like flirting teens the other half. All in all, they’re just really cute—no better way to describe them than that, and Rob can’t stop the grin that grows with his friends’ volume.

“Well, fine—since you’ve given it a lot of thought! Who would you do then … if Danneel  and I—uh if she gave you a free pass?” Misha peeks over at Rob a moment, as if to see if he’s still listening.

He is—but he’s fading in and out, falling helplessly into the soft give of the armchair beneath him.

“Sofia Vergara” Jensen answers quickly.

“Typical” Misha spits back steamed and tender, with an eye roll on the side.

Jensen hunches forward some more, propping a defensive elbow atop his knee and puffing out his chest. “What?”

“Oh nothing—just, Macho Jensen going for the biggest boobs he can find. It’s just … typical.”

“Dude … she’s hot.

“I realize she’s hot, but I mean, is that all you’re thinking about? Not personality, just looks? Don’t get me wrong … if she presented me with the opportunity, I’d be a fool to pass on it, but—”

“But nothing! See, you’re exactly as perverted as I am so don’t try to pull some high and mighty bullshit!” Jensen hisses, leering heavily at blue eyes that now avoid his gaze.

Rob let’s out a bubbly laugh with that one—how could he not? His friends get so silly and stupid over one another—over silly, stupid things; so much so that they’re just some brightly colored fur away from being Muppets.

“What?” Misha asks him suddenly, a smile pulling at his cheek once he finally faces the very drunk third wheel keeping them company in the green room.

“You two’re funny” Rob garbles, and watches warmly as Jensen and Misha deflate, smiling back and forth to one another, laying out a new common ground with the sight of the man melting into his own beard.

“And you’re wasted” Jensen counters, standing up from his chair. “We should get you back to your room … it’s already—” he glances down at the watch on his wrist. “Shit, it’s already two in the morning. Fuck, flying tomorrow’s gonna suck.”

“Always does, sleep or not” Misha agrees, pulling himself up as well.

“You didn’t ask me.” Rob’s beer slicked voice pulls both the men’s ears back down, curving their attention to him.

Wha?” Jensen laughs, taking a step closer just as Rob’s eyes begin to flutter.

“You din’ ask me” he chirps again and Jensen turns to Misha, confused, shoulders gathered in a shrug.

“I think he wants you to ask him who his freebee-fuck would be” Misha clarifies, in a tone that makes it seem likes this is a totally normal conversation. Then again, for their group—it kind of is.

Jensen’s eyebrows smash together as another laugh clamors from his throat. “Jesus … give the guy a few Sierra Nevadas and he’s fucking toasted.”

If Rob had the energy, he’d correct Jensen. It was six Sierra Nevadas—thank you very much.

Soon, Jensen is bending down, laying a heavy hand on Rob’s shoulder, shaking him a little to make sure he’s even still awake. “Okay, bud. Who would you do, then? Ya know, if Mollie would let ya.”

Rob peeks back into the questioning face in front of him, and then slumps his eyes to the right to see Misha standing at Jensen’s side. “She’d let’me” the man giggles, finally dropping his head and nestling his cheek against Jensen’s hand.

The action doesn’t seem to faze the guy though, because all Jensen does is lift his other palm and pat Rob’s cheek. “Oh yeah? You two already talk about this or somthin’?” Jensen asks, and Rob blinks slowly as he nods.

“Was this one of those ‘you each make a list’ things?” Misha chimes in, sounding genuinely curious.

Rob nods again.

“Okay, well don’t leave us hangin’ here, man. Who’s on your list?” Jensen asks, giving Rob’s beard a little rub with his thumb.

 “You two” Rob yawns, slipping easily into the press of Jensen’s fingers and smiling as the world goes dark.

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