at least you still wear red

this image is fantastic and here are a few things of note: 

  • Aizawa’s combo of a suit jacket and pink sweat pants
  • Uraraka’s cool pink fingerless gloves
  • basically everything Uraraka is wearing
  • Bakugou’s blue vest
  • also he apparently doesn’t wear socks
  • he’s gonna land on Iida’s head 
  • Iida i’m so sorry you deserve better
  • Kirishima’s christmas colored shirt, tie, and belt
  • Aoyama is facing the wrong direction
  • Shouji and All Might’s bowties
  • at least five people have red shoes
  • in fact i’m fairly certain All Might and Bakugou are wearing the same brand of shoes just with different colored heels 
  • Todoroki is Too Cool For This
  • Izuku still can’t tie a tie
  • Tooru’s super fancy dress
  • Jiro’s fishnet stockings and leather jacket
  • honestly her whole outfit is fantastic
  • Tsuyu’s surprised expression at All Might running besides her
Unforeseen circumstances (Jason Todd x Reader)

( By @jasonindaredhood for the amazing @maruthor! I tried to make the reader match you. I hope you like it (and that I succeeded at that). Happy Valentine’s day! )


You remembered this particular Wayne son very well, the handsome young man with the devil-may-care attitude wearing a leather jacket at a formal event was memorable to say at the least… but you had never expected to meet him again under these kind of circumstances. You looked on, arms folded and still rubbing blood of your fingers as the man in your bed woke up. If nothing else you’d managed to stop the bleeding. Jason grunted, trying to block the light shining in his eyes with his hand. “Where the fuck am I?”
“ And a good morning to you too, Jason.” His eyes focused on you as soon as he heard your voice. As expected, he attempted to sit up  while reaching for the gun strapped against his thigh.
“I figured you’d do that. I only let you keep it in case whatever brought you into this state returned, not so you could aim it at me.” In spite of your explanation you were still looking into the barrel of the gun pointed at you. He was obviously trying to size you up but his head  was still pounding from the night before.
“ Or to trick me into trusting you.” Based on what you looked like he just decided that under different circumstances he’d probably try to hit on you, but these were by no means those circumstances. What the hell had happened? And why did your face look strangely familiar to him?

You sighed. Somehow you didn’t feel scared in the slightest, somehow you knew he wouldn’t harm you, even if he didn’t. “ Hey if it makes you feel any better, feel free to keep pointing. Might want to sit still though.  You looked pretty beaten up.”
“ Well, I’ve survived death so I can take a couple of flesh wounds. “ He sat up straight, only to prove a point. “ Now… who the fuck may you be?”
“ I’m y/n. And before you ask I have indeed patched you up as well as I could. Thank god Google’s a thing.” He looked at the bandages around his side.  
“ Where did I pass out? You couldn’t carry me far.”
You scoffed. “ Thanks. Somewhere near to my house after cursing over that nobody spoke ‘any fucking’ English. Then you proceeded by telling me it looked a lot worse than it was, asking me where the hell you were. “
“ Doesn’t answer how I got here.” You shook your head… as impatient as that night you met and likely as impulsive. You wondered if it had been the right call not to take his weapons from him.
“ You actually walked into my room while I was supporting you. You told me you would’ve bought me a drink first but considering the circumstances… do you even remember what happened before you passed out?”
He rubbed his head. “ Last thing I remember I was in Gotham. Now I’m…”
“ Obviously not. Looks like someone invented a portal gun in real life. You’re in Asia.”
“ Portal gun. Gamer?” You smiled. “ Sorta, not much anymore though. Never even played that, just some Skyrim and Nintendo at this point. “


You subtly tried to close down your laptop while speaking to him.
“ Hiding something?” He sat up straight carefully while you looked at his weapon.
“ Look who’s talking. “
“ That brings us back to the question of the day; why did you help me?”
“ What was I supposed to do? Leave you out there in the cold, waiting for whatever the hell got you in this state?”
“ Most people would if they found a bloodied up guy on their doorstep. I could be a serial killer, a madman,… It’s not safe to just bring a stranger into your home. You couldn’t even be sure that blood was mine.”
“ I knew who you were.”

“ How the fuck did you know who I am? ”
You gestured at the red batsign on a chair. “ Well, that thing, for one, would’ve been a dead giveaway.  Before you flatter yourself, it was the only way to get to your wounds. Sorry for ruining the suit. Second, we’ve met before.”
“We have?” You nodded, not surprised he wouldn’t remember.
“ I was at one of Bruce’s parties, a friend dragged me along. We met there, you looked about as bored as I’ve ever seen anyone. ”
He smiled. “ C’mon can you really blame me? There are more fun things to do then sit around and listen about some random upstanding citizens talk about their many accomplishments and look at you expectantly. “  
“  So that’s why you ditched the party and drove off on your motorcycle? Your brother didn’t seem very amused. “ Jason chuckled. “Dick never seems amused.”
He holstered the gun again. “ So you know who I am. You’ve seen my brothers before. And I’m in Asia you said?”
“ Yeah.”
“ Shit. How come your English is that good?”
You shrugged. “Grew up in Australia.” He got up and walked around in the room, naturally his eyes darted from your violin to a pile of books on your desk. He picked some random books up and turned them around.
 “ Good taste. “
“ Haven’t read all of them yet. “
“ Too busy rereading other classics?” You smiled.
“ Too busy writing. “ He gestured at your laptop. “ Was that what you were hiding earlier?” You nodded.


“ Well I’m up for being a proofreader if you need one. Least I can do after you offered me a place of refuge for the time being.” You shook your head.
“ Thanks but no thanks. Not exactly trying to write the next Dante or Shakespeare work here. ”
“ Well if you wanna talk books be my guest. “ You grinned. “ I just might take you up on that offer sometime. Want some food? ”
Before he had the chance to answer a noise from outside drew his attention. “ JASON! JASON ARE YOU HERE?!” Another voice answered with “ Keep your voice down. We don’t know if we’re the only ones looking for him.” Followed by an annoyed grunt. “He could be anywhere.”
“ So how do you feel about meeting my brothers again? “
“ They sound worried I’ll go get them.”  
When you arrived outside you found his brothers around the same place where you found Jason. They were trying to follow the blood trail and looked up at  you. Each of the men wore a suit which somehow seemed to connect them to Batman. It made you put two and two together in no time.
Dick was the first one to speak. “ Hey I remember you. Y/n? “ You raised your eyebrows.
“ You remember who I am?”
Damian looked utterly unimpressed at you. “ Isn’t this the girl Jason was asking Bruce about?”
“ Yeah.” You were dumbstruck. What the hell were they talking about?
Tim butted in. “ He was right, she is pretty. Why didn’t Bruce tell him anything about her?”
“ Because he didn’t know anything about her she came with a friend.”
“ Also Jason had left the party on his motorcycle… again.”  You were trying very hard to take in all that had just been said.
“ I have no idea what all that is about but if you’re looking for Jason, he’s currently in my room.”  Damian looked slightly disgusted at what that implied, whereas Tim just looked impressed. Dick was the only one to ask for clarification.  He seemed the most worried as well, whereas the youngest one just looked annoyed.
“ Which condition is he in? “
“ He’s pretty beaten up but he’s talking again and pretending to be fine.”
“Would you mind walking us to where he is?” On the way to your place, Dick was the one doing most of the talking. You explained what had happened, what you knew and he filled in the gaps that Jason couldn’t. They had gone after a group of bandits with a secret weapon which would be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Eventually the weapon was used on Jason and they had no idea what it meant until they had gotten one of the henchmen to talk. You noticed there was something he was still holding back.
“ What do you still want to say?”
“ Nothing.”
“ Please give me a little more credit than that.”
Tim smiled. “And she’s clever too.” Damian rolled his eyes at his brother.
“ Is something going on between you and him?”
“ Honestly, judging by what you just said you know more about me and him than I do. He said he didn’t remember me.”


“ It seems unlikely to me that he wouldn’t. You talked to him about something psychology-related right? You were trying to psycho-analyze some of the guests with him?  ”
You grinned. “I corrected him. Read a couple of books on psychology. It’s an interest of mine, not my profession though.”
Tim laughed “Ah that explains why Jason likes her. Someone smarter than him. He likes challenges.” You opened the door to your room. Jason was standing up straight, still shirtless. Now your initial concern about him was gone you had a hard time not focusing on how ridiculously good he looked.
“ We were worried sick, are you okay?” Dick asked. Damian immediately interfered with a “ Ehm, he was worried sick. Not me.” Tim shoved him against the shoulder.
“ I’m fine. Thanks to her over there.” He looked at you while you got a little bit flustered.
“ Yeah how about I over here get you guys something to drink. Take a seat, make your brother sit down. I’m no doctor, those wounds could open up again at any moment. I just tried to stop the bleeding.”  Dick just shoved him back down on a seat while you headed to the kitchen.
As you poured in some drinks and baked a couple of eggs you heard the boys talk. As usual, Dick first.
“ We were worried sick about you! “
“ Relax, I’m alive. Honestly all this worrying is going to shorten your life span Dick. And as an ex-robin life expectancy is already shortened. We’d know right? ” He looked at Damian who nodded.
“ How the hell did you end up with her? Is something going on?” Tim asked the questions that they actually wanted to know. The questions you actually wanted to know.
“ No it’s pure coincidence that she’s here. But keep your fucking voice down, she doesn’t even know I remember her.” Damian laughed while Tim murmured. “ Well she does now.”
“ You fucking told her? Good job. Well done. For fuck’s sake…”
“ She took you in and you liked her before all this shit happened. You might as well ask her out at this point.” Jason sighed. “Not the dating type.”

You decided it was high time to barge in.
“ That’s unfortunate.” Both Dick and Tim tried to suppress a grin. “ Hope you’re the type to get food from time to time. It’s in the kitchen, help yourselves.”
“ We’ll be waiting there, Jason. “ As Dick left he mouthed to his brother to ‘ask her’.

Jason cleared his throat. “ So I’ve heard my brothers told you a couple of things?”
“ They have.”
“ In that case, want to come to our next party and ditch halfway with me? I’ve got an extra helmet and we could go wherever you’d like. Anything is better than one of those parties.” You grinned.
“ I’d like that.” Jason smiled. She might just have been worth getting transported to Asia for.

@thatbluesuitedblowhard since I was in such a writing mood I wrote a lil something for you too

“Hey uh, Stingy?”

Stingy pursed his lips and closed his eyes. Maybe if he stayed perfectly still, she would go AWAY.

But, no. He opened his eyes, which were immediately assaulted by the sight of the atrociously dressed Penny Pestella.  

She wore the exact same ratty red overalls every single day, covered in patches and seams, wearing what had to be her mom’s makeup–drawn like a kindergartener with a crayon–all over her eyes.

He wrinkled his nose. Out of their entire third grade class, he liked her the least.  

And it wasn’t just because she was dressed like a Raggedy Ann doll! That would have been fine–well, mostly fine.  The REAL problem, however, was that she asked for his money EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

And every day he would say, “No, that money is MINE.” And every following day, she would ask AGAIN.  Some would call it admirable perseverance.

Eternal torture, is what Stingy called it.

So when she stomped up to him in the sandbox, where he was building the BEST SANDCASTLE THAT HAD EVER EXISTED BECAUSE IT’S MINE AND I MADE IT, he already knew what she wanted.  But sometimes…he just hoped that she wouldn’t say it, this time.

“Can I have some money?” she asked, eyes wide and pleading.

No such luck today.

Stingy just sighed, and looked back down at his sandcastle.

“Had it not been for the laws of this land,” he said seriously, carefully modifying one of his towers with a finger, “I would have slaughtered you.”

Penny fidgeted with her pockets. “Is…is that a yes?”

Stingy put his face in his hands and let out a long groan.

“Don’t you under-stand that it’s MINE??” he whined desperately.

“Is that a maybe?”

“Yes, it’s a maybe,” Stingy snapped, “It’s a MAYBE you should stop BOTHERING ME and GO AWAY!”

Penny never really responded to anything other than a straight-out no, Stingy didn’t know why he did this to himself. It was…futile.  

She just held out her hand, expectantly.

He sighed again, in exasperation.  She was making him feel a LOT older than his actual eight years.

Stingy looked her full in the face, grabbed a handful of sand, and slowly poured it into her outstretched hand.

Strangely enough, she stayed there, staring back at him, silently accepting the grains of sand as they fell into her palm, until Stingy’s hand was empty.

“There. Now that I have gi-GIVEN you something,” Stingy gave a huge fake smile, “You have to LEAVE ME ALONE.”

She frowned, wiped her hand off on her overalls, and walked away, probably off to pester Jives.

Stingy shook his head. That girl was going to be the death of him.

thanks @lifeinredshades! <3

  1. are you named after someone
    no
  2. when was the last time you cried
    exactly a month ago i think
  3. do you like your handwriting
    kinda 
  4. what is your favorite lunch meat
    chicken
  5. do you have kids
    no
  6. if you were another person, would you be friends with you
    not sure, i’m boring
  7. do you use sarcasm
    i try not to, it rarely goes through lol
  8. do you still have your tonsils
    yeah
  9. would you bungee jump
    sure, if someone kindly pushed me over the ledge first xD
  10. what is your favorite kind of cereal
    Chocapic
  11. do you untie your shoes every time you take them off
    yeah
  12. do you think you’re a strong person
    not really, i try to be
  13. what is your favorite ice cream flavor
    chocolate with candied orange
  14. what is the first thing you notice about people
    hair
  15. red or pink
    red
  16. what is the least favorite physical thing you like about yourself
    nose
  17. what color pants and shoes are you wearing right now
    black pants, no shoes
  18. what was the last thing you ate
    donut
  19. what are you listening to right now
    JJBA OST - The Kakero the Bluff
  20. if you were a crayon, what color would you be
    green
  21. favorite smell
    smell of rain on asphalt
  22. who was the last person you spoke to on the phone
    mum
  23. favorite sport to watch
    used to be handball, now i don’t really have any
  24. hair color
    light brown
  25. eye color
    blue
  26. do you wear contacts
    only if i must (*shakes fist at dry eyes*)
  27. favorite food to eat
    pizza
  28. scary movies or comedy
    comedy
  29. last movie you watched
    Spirited Away
  30. what color shirt are you wearing
    black
  31. summer or winter
    summer
  32. hugs or kisses
    hugs
  33. what book are you currently reading
    William Gibson - Neuromancer
  34. who do you miss right now
    friends
  35. what is on your mousepad
    water drops
  36. what is the last TV program you watched
    JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure
  37. what is the best sound
    the clatter of my old doggie’s nails on the floor when he manages to sneak inside xD
  38. rolling stones or the beatles
    The Beatles
  39. what is the furthest you ever traveled
    Sweden
  40. do you have a special talent
    can’t think of any
  41. where were you born
    Karcag
  42. people you expect to participate in this survey

@the-black-goat-of-the-woods @aledbr @forevermarked @askfrankpritchard @hanenoh

Abused Reader & Edgy

EDGY is not RED! They are two separate versions of Underfell Sans!

**There is VIOLENCE in this chapter! Violence and ABUSE and SWEARING! Please don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable!**


               He was bleeding – that was the first thing you noticed. Shortly after that you noted that he was a skeleton and, in fact, didn’t have blood, so the first thing you noticed should have been impossible. The third thing you noticed was that he still hadn’t noticed you, so you were able to continue sitting beneath the bush, noticing things about him.

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ASK ME UP GUYS!

(Yo if ur reading this, follow for follow peeps)

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? 

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? 

3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? 

4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? 

5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? 

6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? 

7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? 

8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?

9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?  

10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? 

11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? 

12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? 

13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?  

14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?

15. RED OR PINK? 

16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?

17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? 

18. WHO IS THE PERSON THAT HAS HELPED YOU THE MOST? 

19. WHAT COLOR SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? 

20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? 

21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? 

22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? 

23. FAVORITE SMELLS? 

24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? 

25. MOUNTAIN HIDEAWAY OR BEACH HOUSE? 

26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? 

27. HAIR COLOR? 

28. EYE COLOR? 

29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?

30. FAVORITE FOOD? 

31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? 

32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? 

33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? 

34. SUMMER OR WINTER?

35. HUGS OR KISSES? 

36. FAVORITE DESSERT?

37. STRENGTH TRAINING OR CARDIO?

38. COMPUTER OR TELEVISION? 

39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? 

40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? 

41. ANY TATTOOS? 

42. FAVORITE SOUND? 

43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? 

44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME IN 2016?

45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?

46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? 

47. WHERE ARE YOU LIVING NOW?

48. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR HOUSE? 

49. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR CAR? 

50. ANY PETS? 

Jealous- Yoongi

Word Count: 877

Genre: Fluff (mild sexual themes)

Summary: Christmas entails parties, a drunk maknae, and one very jealous boyfriend.

A/N: I know it’s wayyyyy past Christmas, but I felt the need to post this anyway. Hope you enjoy(:

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Closed rp

Scarlet and Chase watched there best friend try on another shirt for what seemed like the hundredth time.

“Oh my God just wear the red one!” Scarlet snapped. “You only have like four shirts where did all these come from?”

“Chase.” Sammy answered picking up the red t-shirt. “Are you sure? Ella like fashion and I wear this everyday.”

“Yeah, but for some reason she still likes you, just show her you like her and brush your hair, you’ll be good.”

Sammy sighed as Scarlet left his room followed by Chase. He was really unsure about Scarlet’s pick but he didn’t have much time before he had to pick up Ella for their date.

~

After getting dressed he drove to Ella’s house wondering if it was to late to go home and change or at least get her a present. It took all he had to ring the doorbell and even then he still thought about running off to go to the nearest store to get her something or change his clothes.“

@fallenrosesglittermore

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ATTENTION TO ALL WHO LIVE IN THE SACRAMENTO AREA PLEASE HELP ME

My family and I moved into a new neighborhood less than a month ago and brought my two cats along. My cats are indoor/outdoor cats so we decided to wait until we could let them outside, but recently my gray cat has been going out more than usual. About 4 days ago I left for a camping trip with my extended family and I left my cat to be taken care of by my current household. At least Sunday night (6/5/16) my cat went missing and it is Wednesday (6/8/16) now with still no sign of him. He looks like the cat above. If you think you have found him his name is Kiki Mo or Kiki for short and he should have shorter hair on the left side of his head due to a recent surgery along with a scar that you can feel but not see. He is neutered and should be wearing a red collar with white paw prints and a yellow fish name tag that says Kiki on the front and my number in the back. If his collar happens to be missing and you think you have found him please call me at: (916) 320-7713 to arrange a meeting place with me and my parents. Thankyou so much in advance and please spread this everywhere you possibly can. This cat helps me de stress and keeps me from having nervous breakdowns so it is essential to me that I find him as quickly as possible.

“Take a breath Wanda, breathe, everything is going to be okay, you are going to be okay. Just sit on the deck, read your book and relax.” her fingers twitched at her sides as she kept telling herself to breathe. Wanda still wasn’t feeling the “cruise relaxation” but she had her book, at least for a short while she could loose herself in the story. Or try to at least. As Wanda started walked she heard laughter, thinking she had something on her skirt, or in her hair. But when she turned she felt someone tug at her bathing suits strings and her top fall. Wanda let out a squeak, dropping her book into the water as she tried to cover herself. Cheeks turned red and she crouched in the corner. 

eipis  asked:

Captain Swan & "You fell asleep in my car" :3

A/N: This kind of developed a life of its own. It’s the first modern AU thingy I’ve ever written. :)

“You fell asleep in my car! I tried to wake you, but you were completely out. I had no choice but to bring you.” Emma explained, voice hushed and just a tiny bit accusing.

“Well, you should’ve tried harder!” Killian put on a fake pout, grumpily looking around the room full of well-dressed strangers. He felt much like the odd one out in his dark skinny jeans and black leather jacket. Even Emma had changed after they’d arrived, wearing a red dress that was probably worth more than his car - not that it was a really new or expensive car, but still. 

“It’s not so bad, though, is it? I’ve meant to introduce you to my parents for months. At least this way they can’t yell at me.” Emma said with a small smile, gently nudging his arm.

Killian gave her an incredulous look. “If you trick me into something like this, with a bunch of uptight, rich people, then the least you could do is give me something proper to wear. Everyone’s staring at me.”

“Oh, but what fun would that be? Also, I like you just the way you are.”
Smiling affectionately, Emma leaned in to press a kiss against his lips. 

“I’m not sure your parents will agree.” He whispered as she pulled away again and Emma let out a deep sigh.

“I don’t care. I like you because you’re you. You’re genuine. You understand me like no one else does.” She grinned a little. “And you have a great voice, like, a really, really great voice. I’m in for this and I want you to remember that, Killian.”  

Now it was Killian’s turn to sigh. He reached up to cup Emma’s cheek in his hand.

“I know. And I am, too. I suppose I just want your parents to like me… even though I’m not royal or rich or in any way important.”

Emma smiled. “You are important to me.”

She covered his hand on her cheek with her own, pulling it away and squeezing it gently, eyes locked on his.

“Look, my parents probably didn’t exactly want me to fall in love with the very handsome, guitar-playing lead singer of a band called The Jolly Rogers that goes under the nickname of Hook - but I wanted to. And that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

A smile appeared on Killian’s face and he tilted his head, practially beaming at Emma, who only just realized what she’d said. She blushed slighty, averting her gaze. But Killian stepped closer and touched her chin, tilting her head back up and meeting her eyes.

“So, you’re in love with me?” he asked softly, with slightly teasing tone in his voice. “I didn’t know that.”

“Guess I am.” Emma murmured, closing her eyes.

Killian kissed her then, softly and lovingly, whisperings against her lips, “Good. Because I am pretty certain that I am hopelessly in love with you, Swan.”

Emma smiled, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“I’ll never get rid of that nickname, will I?”

Killian shook his head, chuckling quietly.  “No. Never.”

“Emma?” A female voice interrupted them, prompting them to pull apart. Emma was still smiling when she faced her mother.

“Mom.” She grabbed Killian’s hand. “Meet my boyfriend.”

Send me a ship and a sentence, I’ll write the next five. Probably more.