be a local hero

Imagine if you will: it’s six months later in game-time.  Keyleth finished her Aramente, Hotis is dead, Taryon has paid the party and wandered on his way, so on and so forth.  There’s still a few Lingering Questions™ perhaps about that book and other things, but Vox Machina are prepared to take a well-deserved rest for a while.  Their keep is finally empty of refugees, there’s time to take a break from things like governing Whitestone, and everyone heads back to Greyskull for a little while to just enjoy their home and one another’s company for the first time in an age.

They send a message to Scanlan, an olive branch: we’re going back to Emon, back to Greyskull Keep.  We’d love to pick out a room for Kaylie, if you feel like coming by.

No reply.  Keyleth considers scrying on him in case something’s the matter, but finally decides not to intrude any further on his privacy.

The day arrives.  Bags are packed, they step through the Sun Tree and into their garden; the only familiar faces waiting are a few of their servants and Jarrett, but it’s still their good old long-lost home.  Emon is finally starting to really bustle again in the Conclave’s aftermath.  They consider a quiet dinner at home, but it almost seems like a waste; Vox Machina, as they’re wont to do, leave their things behind and head out to a tavern for a good time.

The one they pick is a big bustling place, and being the local heroes and all, they opt for one of the less conspicuous tables off in a corner.  They can’t really see the minstrels performing way over on the stage for all the heads in between.  (Well, Grog can, but he’s busy with his ale.)  The fiddler is uncommonly good, though, accompanied by an abrasively lively shawm and then an equally nimble lute.  It’s good music to get drunk by, so they toast and laugh and nobody thinks anything more of it until there’s a smooth tenor voice that they’d recognize anywhere:

“Let me tell you the tale,” it sings, “of Vox Machina.”

One of the group drops their ale mug, and the crowd whoops and cheers for Scanlan Shorthalt’s latest masterpiece, which of course he’s been performing here for days already to be sure the regulars know the words.  There’s a verse describing all the heroes, naturally, and Scanlan meets their eyes one after another with a small smile on his face.  Olive branch returned.

He looks different.  Less jewelry.  Somewhere along the line apparently he cut his hair, and now it’s half grown out again.  The only earring he wears is Tiberius’s, and the front of his shirt is closed.  He’s dressed like a man who’s decided maybe female attention isn’t that important to him after all.

The song is several verses long, glowingly detailing Vox Machina’s exploits.  It must have taken ages to write.  There are even some lines about Taryon Darrington, the end of the Aramente, the harrowing journey to the Nine Hells.  Things Scanlan wasn’t anywhere near, things which are definitely partially bullshit, but some of which ring startlingly true.  Perhaps Keyleth wasn’t the only person doing a little scrying.

The last verse ends with a flourish, proclaiming how Vox Machina triumphed through the power of their bonds, the strength of a family working as one.  Then amidst the raucous applause, he squeezes Kaylie’s hand and hops off the stage, leaving her considerable talents to finish the set alone.  He makes his way over to the corner with a smile, an awkward and old and honest smile, to buy everyone a drink.

(”So, little elf girl,” he starts, and Vex immediately punts him down the table.)

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April 12th 1961: Yuri Gagarin becomes the first man in space

On this day in 1961, the Russian cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin became the first human to travel into outer space. Gagarin, a fighter pilot, was the successful candidate for the mission, being selected by Russian space programme director Sergei Korolev. Russia already had a lead in the Space Race, having launched Sputnik 1 in 1957, which was the first satellite in space. On April 12th 1961, Gagarin left Earth aboard the Vostok 1 spacecraft, famously declaring ‘Poyekhali!’ (which means ‘Let’s go!’ in Russian). He spent 108 minutes completing an orbit of the planet. Upon re-entering the atmosphere, Gagarin executed a successful ejection and landed by parachute in rural Russia, to the consternation of locals. Yuri Gagarin became famous worldwide and a Russian hero, being awarded the nation’s highest honour - Hero of the Soviet Union. Gagarin died in 1968 when the training plane he was piloting crashed; his ashes were buried in the walls of the Kremlin.

“Don’t be afraid, I am a Soviet citizen like you, who has descended from space and I must find a telephone to call Moscow!”
- Gagarin to some stunned farmers when he landed

anonymous asked:

Steve Cap, someone got him to do a school visit to a kindergarten in Brooklyn. Traykor

“Are you sure this is smart?” Steve asked, as he followed the event organizer down the hallway. Bright decorations in a variety of languages welcomed him to PS.375 Jackie Robinson School. “I mean, I’m not trained to work with kids or anything.”

He’d worn his least-threatening uniform (no tac straps or supply pouches, no cowl, and no gloves) but he still felt like some kind of terrifying giant, especially since most of the art on the walls was at child’s-eye level. 

“Don’t worry, you won’t have to teach a class,” she replied, amused. “You just walk into the classroom, tell them hello and that you’re from Brooklyn too, let them ask you some questions, and hand out the little history booklets.” 

Steve had insisted on vetting the “LIFE OF CAPTAIN AMERICA!” booklets before they were printed, but they were harmless little comics about his life growing up in Brooklyn. Sanitized, maybe; they left out the gang wars and the worst of the grinding poverty. But still. Educational. 

“We’ve had great feedback from the Local Heroes program,” she continued.

“Yeah, Spidey says he loves doing the Queens schools,” Steve agreed. “Lucky we have so many heroes regional to New York.”

“All right, here we are,” she said. “Ready?”

Steve squared his jaw. “Ready.”

Inside, a group of kindergarteners were sitting in a semicircle on a large, brightly colored mat, being read to by a teacher. Steve faintly remembered his early school years as having a lot less carpeting. He barely heard the introductions being made; by god they were so small

“Hi,” he managed stiffly, when he saw the teacher looking at him expectantly. “I’m Captain America. I’m, um, from Brooklyn too.”

The children stared up at him silently. 

Ah, hell with it, he thought, and let himself down onto the carpet, crossing his legs, boots tucked up under his knees. His shield clanked, and he took it off his back, setting it against his knee. “I grew up around here,” he said. “I was born in Vinegar Hill.” 

One of the kids reached out and whacked his shield with one hand. It resonated, and there was a chorus of “oooooh”. Steve grinned, pulling the shield around in front of him, and drummed his fingers on a sweet spot. The shield let out a low whine. 

“It’s made of vibranium, a special metal,” he told them. “It sings when you tap it. You wanna try?” he asked a girl in the front row, who made a tiny fist and banged on it. 

“My brother plays bucket drums on the subway,” one of them announced, and scooted forward to bang out a clumsy rhythm on the shield. 

Steve, before he really understood what was happening, found himself surrounded by small, damp children, banging on the shield and firing questions about it at him. He didn’t even remember he was supposed to give a speech or hand out the booklets until the event organizer touched his shoulder. 

“Captain America has a few other classrooms to visit,” she said. The kids looked disappointed. “But he left some books for you!” 

“Be good, read up on your history,” Steve said, as he stood and mounted the shield on his back again. The children all nodded. 

Outside, in the hallway, he grinned.

“I guess it makes sense they’d like the shield,” he remarked. “Brooklyn kids like to make a lot of noise.” 

ralphrius  asked:

Hey, question, a friend of mine recently found out about Ibaliger, and I was wondering if you had some sweet intel on him because he looks pretty awesome for a local hero

Jikuu Senshi IBALIGER (Space-time soldier IBALIGER)  is the Local Hero of Ibaraki Prefecture which is NorthEast of Tokyo. 

They made their first appearance in 2007 and are (fictionally) all robot heroes connected to space-time.  Their first member was IBALIGER 1st, a prototype robot who lead the group for a time.

He was eventually replaced by IBALIGER R, the more advanced android hero.

Their dark and dangerous member is IBALIGER BLACK

One of their most popular members is IBAGIRL

They also all have Twitter accounts (entirely in Japanese) which I will provide links to here:

Ibagirl (https://twitter.com/iba_girl)

Ibaliger Black (https://twitter.com/ibaliger_black)

Ibaliger 1st and Ibaliger R share an account (https://twitter.com/ibaliger)

They do a lot of free events for charity as they are entirely self-funded and promote their local area independent of the government. They did some work to help after the 2011 Tsunami in Touhoku and are one of the most prominent Local Hero groups currently working in Japan.

Black History day 2: Civil War hero Robert Smalls.

‘He sat at the conference table next to Frederick Douglass as they tried to convince President Abraham Lincoln that African Americans should be allowed to fight for their own freedom. He served five terms in Congress. He ran a newspaper and helped found a state Republican Party.

But first, he had to win his freedom.

To do that, he conceived a plan that struck a blow against the Confederacy so significant that he was heralded across the nation. Carrying out his mission required bravery, intelligence and precision timing — attributes that many whites at that time thought blacks didn’t possess.’ -Washington Post


Smalls was the son of a black housekeeper and likely a white man. He was treated well by his owners and allowed to play with the white children, which sometimes got him in trouble when he would do things like violate the black curfew to play with his white friends. He married an enslaved woman with two children and sought to buy their freedom, but $800 was a lot of money for a slave. When Smalls was 23, he took control of a Confederate ship. Wearing a captain’s coat and hat and taking care to hide his black face, Smalls steered the ship toward a rendezvous spot to pick up his family.

I strongly encourage you to read more of his amazing story here: https://www.washingtonpost.com/local/civil-war-hero-robert-smalls-seized-the-opportunity-to-be-free/2012/02/23/gIQAcGBtmR_story.html?slave&utm_term=.ebbaf9f19f27

Texts Between Strangers

Note: female/woman ‘reader’


Hey, it was really nice meeting you last night. Maybe we can grab lunch tomorrow? This is Cisco btw.

The text pops up on your phone screen as you’re scrolling through social media. You’ve been lounging in bed on this rainy Saturday morning planning on doing absolutely nothing for the rest of the day but binge watch The Walking Dead and order thai take out later. You just stare at the text for a minute, blinking.

You definitely didn’t give your number to anyone last night because all you did yesterday was pull a double shift at Jitters because they’ve been short staffed lately. A long day at work usually left you looking a bit wrecked so you’re damn sure there wasn’t anyone slipping their digits your way either.

This person has the wrong number.

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My real life hero would definitely be my mom. She raised my brother and I as a single parent while also teaching hundreds of other students as a day job, and she hasn’t lost her creativity or joy. On screen, I love watching Tatiana Maslany go full clone-mode in “Orphan Black.” She is seriously an inspiration and insanely underrated for what she can do.

devilsneverdies  asked:

kendo captain Link who moonlights as the Fierce Deity for the magical heroes au?

Link is actually a high school drop out that is gifted a sword from Fi and becomes a hero, but sure, why not. I’m gonna do the thing like in Pokemon anime where there are 50 million different versions of Nurse Joys and Officer Jennys except with Link. So now every iteration of Link exists in the Magical Hero AU as relatives of each other and they all somehow all have the same name. And all of the Links are inexplicably very fond of Fi for one reason or another.

FD Link is blind and teaches kendo at a local dojo. He is a magical hero so he can transform into his armor and shit. Fi is a part of his class and likes the head pats he gives her.

(Fi is not a child in this pic, she’s just really short and FD Link is just really tall)