best man for the job


he’s not okay with this either.

I make jokes but can you imagine?

The eternal, terrifying question of whether or not he’s measuring up?  If he would be making Shiro proud?  If they’re failing at saving the universe because it’s HIM in charge of Voltron and not Shiro?  How cruel it is that the universe was robbed of the best man for the job?

Every “that’s not what Shiro would do” cutting to the core, every decision prefaced with "what would Shiro do" pounding in his head?

shout out to the cast of yu-gi-oh! arc-5D’s:

sakaki ‘repression is a form of art’ yooyer, the kid who managed to reset his own development a whopping 3 times

jack ‘where the fuck is yuusei, i’m too old for thisatlas, the man who had to reprise his role as the rival because reiji was Done With That Shit

akaba ‘my keikaku is hoping that the show ends while i’m offscreenreiji who managed to not talk to his dad in the supposed pacifist finale (good job, my man)

gongenzaka ‘my best friend is not on first name basis with me and that’s probably why i’m getting shaftednoboru who remained manly and also probably has blisters on his feet

sawatari ‘i wanted to have a boyfriend but the show told me i’m only allowed to pine after girls’ shingo who almost ended up having misawa-status, but worse

yuugo ‘i wish my gf was still corporeal’ ‘gotta go fast’ ‘i somehow like yoyo now’ lastname, the dude who did nothing wrong

yuuri ‘your son calls me daddy, too’ ‘casual murderer’ lastname, sentenced to eternal prison inside his hot face twin’s body

yuuto ‘i love dying and being dead’ ‘i could’ve had two hot kurosakis but my teenage hormones made me take the bullet for yoyo’ ‘wow i got anger issues’ kurosaki (that’s his name, you can’t convince me otherwise), the dude who keeps taking the bullet without getting anything in return

hiiragi ‘yuuya!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ ‘i somehow forgot that i have friends’ ‘egao dream girl’ yuzu, sentenced to having to be alive in this world 

aaaaand crow hogan, yuuya’s best friend

wait, did i forget someone?


fusion yuzu, yuzu’s former girlfriend who is now dead

xyz yuzu, who was liked by the cast more than yuzu herself. she’s also dead

synchro yuzu, who was strong but didn’t get a personality. she’s dead btw


it was a ride

in another life, zeus is lounging on the couch of his best friend’s house and saying, “i’ll get a job, man, i swear it,” even though CEO seats only smell of sweat and he’s the type to smell of leaving, he says, “guess what’s up my sleeve” to ladies and shows off lightning bolt tattoos and gets drunk and cries and begs hera to come home because he has only ever known rest at the seat of her collarbone

hera’s is louis vuitton, devil wears prada. pants suits and hair up in a tight bun. a warning lies ready on her tongue, she is quick to scold, hard to love. she pours fireball into her morning coffee just to remind herself of the way he always smelled of burning, just so she could face a little bit of him and not come back running. in this life, she is divorced, is doing well, sometimes meets up with the baby mamas of her sour-faced ex-lover (if she could wash him out, she would, she would, she would, but lightning loves towers and she only feels at ease in thunderstorms and twenty-four stories because olympus was rebuilt into skyscrapers and nobody can tell her otherwise), sometimes gets over her hatred of them. the one who jumps at swans is her roommate, they both like romance movies and staying out late. she chooses alone. she chooses: i make my own home.

aphrodite is a party girl with black pumps and a wicked smile, facebook messages hephaestus while sex-skyping her little god of war, she says, “sorry” a lot. sometimes she thinks she is running out of love, sometimes she thinks there’s not enough love left. she comes around again to the satin of her lover’s beds, never feels warm. she says, fine. she says, i’m okay. ares here is commander of the department of defense, never settled down, never got the wife and two kids. one day in this life hephaestus hears a knock on his garage door and walks on over. in this life, they’ve got braces for broken people like him. when he answers, it’s just her, no makeup, just her in her big-eyed weepy mess, and she says, “you actually listen” so he listens for a little. she explains slowly; new term, polyamorous. she says, heart is steady bead on both people. he says, “i know, i understand,” she says, “but it’s hurting you,” he says, “i gave up hurting for other people a long time ago,” he says, “the war god and i go out for drinks and talk about anything but you” she cries again, a whole ocean. he says, “i am learning, and one day maybe it will be all us three” she says, “you wait for me,” and he does. more and more often, when the world tastes too much, she shows up at his door, to be the person she is when she’s unbeautiful. in this life, a little down the road, she takes a break from all of it and starts a no-kill shelter called “the golden apple”. hephaestus builds it for her. she kisses him on the cheek. one day, when the ares comes around, the three of them play video games. after that, it is not share-her. it is all-the-same.

athena turns down apollo on the radio, his song trapped in the throats of all who hear it. a good song, a catchy song, a hear-it-once-and-never-forget-it song. athena dropped out of school to pursue knowledge. she teaches around the world with a backpack on her back and a smile on her face. her girlfriend is a librarian. whenever she comes home, she swings the little woman up in her arms and bursts with stories. the woman laughs because stoic athena in public is not the athena of private, is not knowledge-river athena. athena freelances as a journalist. anywhere she can give out information is good enough. eventually her name and “breaking news” are synonymous.

artemis goes to the red carpet on the arms of her brother, says that the world of hollywood is too much sunlight for her, she goes back to working as the city’s best detective, the hunt in her blood for monsters among men. in her free time, she follows athena down to places, traps poachers who would use her name to ruin the lives of beasts. hera has learned long ago not to pester her about marrying. artemis comes out as ace/aro one day to her brother, who rolls his eyes at her. “you still get grossed out every time people kiss,” and then he bowls her over in a hug she didn’t know she needed. this is one of the only times he sees her cry. the next is eight years later at his wedding. the man he chooses as his partner has already undergone a secret artemis-style investigation. he came out clean, and she came out with a second brother. when her twin asks her about the happy tears, she jokingly tells him she was worried his was going to marry his car. he laughs, big sun laugh and says, “trust me, i was this close.” in hot summers, they go down to the docks and the two boys throw atemis in the water. she never stops complaining or loving it and loving them and is entirely happy when he becomes a father.

in this life, demeter raised a flowerchild who never took to the backbreak of farming, and in this life, hades’s black leather jacket at first made her spit. she despised his motorbike and his big smile and how loud his dog was and how her daughter jumped up nimbly on the back of that thing and flung herself at the horizon. but hades tries as hard as he can: the engine gets turned over into clean fuel even though he breaks his third finger in the middle of it, the leather jacket gets swapped out for a faux replication, he becomes vegan (”’sehpone,” he says in wonder one day, “you taught me how to live off of pomegranates”, sephie laughs), he makes deer-crossing signs and petitions for the rights of small-town farmers. Persephone becomes a wedding designer, loves making big shows out of a lot of flowers. after many holiday gifts (some so desperately approval-seeking that demeter actually chuckled at them), she relents. they have brunch on sundays, made specifically by hades and his whole-grain all-organic house. demeter at one point says, “actually, you’re so earthy-crunchy it’s more than even me” and hades drops the plate he’s holding. demeter comes to the engagement party and laughs when the cake is in the shape of a pomegranate seed. sephie says, “don’t worry mom. he knows what will happen if he does anything to me,” and demeter gives her daughter a proud smile and says, “you’ll crush him like a bug, won’t you sweetie?” and sephie looks over at her duckling god of death and says, “exactly”

hestia finds dionysus because that is what she does. a social security worker at first, she becomes keeper of the hearth-less. she starts with a small group of people and eventually became leader of a chain of homelessness shelters, all immaculate and warm and held to her standards. dionysus cries when she picks him up, he talks about having fallen in love again, she says, “rehab is your only option.” it is here that he meets someone who is also pansexual. it is here he realizes he is not broken. it is here where they wean him off of whiskey and heroin (”what a bad combination,” he’d later say, shaking his head, “like you really gotta choose one”) and where he breaks down often and throws things at hestia’s head and calls her more names than have ever been strung against her: it’s here he makes his best friend. when he gets out, he finds he’s still ever-thirsty, but this time, there’s less empty in him. he helps at her shelters. he meets a girl who is bisexual, she takes him to pride rallies. he later bursts into hestia’s room with a rainbow on his face and says, “there are so many like me! i’m not invisible! i’m not fake!” and she smiles and watches the hearth of his chest warm up and helps him become a leading spokesperson for activism. rather than letting people like him die in the streets, he uses his experience to say, “i lived survival, and you can live it with me.”

hermes is a surgeon over in the children’s section, found that this is where he should be. silicone valley wants him for his communication systems, but instead he feels like he needs to be somewhere the action is. poseidon comes to him in darkness with rough palms and says, “i have a very long-standing secret,” and hermes just nods his head. the surgery is done quickly and without charge. poseideon says, “thank you” four million times, and then she takes back off to her company dedicated to clean energy. she calls up hera crying and says, “i dd it, i did it, i did it, but what will he think of me,” and hera says, “i haven’t talked to zeus in six years but if he rejects you i will walk up to him and shake him until the right answers fall into his head” and when artemis hears she says, “i will go with you” and walks at her side the whole time even though poseideon is awash with emotions and ready to burst into tears. zeus opens the door and looks poseideon up and down and says, “did you do something  with your hair, sis?” and poseideon says, “eat my entire” before she’s swallowed by happiness and has to sit down on the concrete step and sob into her palms for sixty seconds. later she puts him in charge of the wind energy portion of her company. he gets his own place, but he never stops missing hera, who watches him from a distance and checks up on him through poseideon. hera says, “right now it’s about me. it can be about him if he keeps up the good behavior.” poseideon has never been so happy. she has her family and she has herself, in one piece, finally. she calls up sephone, she says, “listen, i’ve got a plan, okay?” and of course the wedding planner would have to be in charge of everything. 

in this life, the reunion is beautiful. dionysus doesn’t touch the alcohol. hestia stands beside him proud and wonderful. apollo (who wouldn’t come without being allowed to choose the music) and his husband push artemis into the pool, she returns the favor with athena’s help. hades and persephone beat everyone at beer pong, but demeter crushes them at gin rummy. posideon dances with her sisters. hera stands back and her mouth quirks and zeus watches her the whole time, in his new three-piece suit. aphrodite is in between two men, but she’s no longer quite in between them. she walks over to her once-king and says “love needs time and understanding” and he thinks: of course. of course. he will change who he is for her. she never needed him. he needed her. he needed this to feel in place: he needed a family, as one, as olympus with its golden gates. in this life, for one moment, they are all happy.

Moodboard for Mafia Sehun

When it comes to danger, explosions, car chases, and the best drifting talent on the track, there is only one man for the job - Sehun. Until he joined the mafia thanks to Chanyeol’s suggestion, a trail of fire and ruin followed him everywhere he went and he was already being watched by mafia hierarchy. His specialty is creating car bombs and making anything else go up in smoke without leaving a single fingerprint. If you end up on his bad side, you simply disappear without a trace and he disappears in a squeal of tires and a cloud of smoke coming up from his back tires.

- Admin J

Sherlock Holmes is the strongest man I can imagine. He went trough the whole wedding, which was all day long. He did his Job as best man, he didn’t show his heartbreak and did everything to make John happy.

This whole day he probably just wanted to lie down and cry, but he stayed strong. For John.

For me, Walter being Happy’s ex (fake) husband would not disqualify him from being Toby’s best man since it wasn’t a romantic thing.

But Walter did want them to break up at first or otherwise he was going to fire one of them. And when Toby was suffering from the failed proposal, he still thought he was right and that their relationship was a mistake. 

And Walter should at least have talked to Happy about telling Toby or something else. He might have done it and we don’t know about it? I blame this one on the writers, not Walter tbh. 

I know Walter is a sweet person and that none of this was him trying to hurt anyone. You can also understand his reasons for doing all of it because of how he is. I think it’s sweet that now he supports Toby and Happy to the level where he wants to be best man. 

But we all agree that Sly is perfect for the job, that’s all.

57: “Teach me to fight.”

Damon x Reader

(Sorry if this is absolutely awful, I have no idea how to write fighting)

“You’re not coming, end of,” snapped Damon to you angrily.

“Why not?” you protested. “It’s not fair,” you whined, knowing you sounded like a spoilt child but past the point of caring. 

“You can’t defend yourself in a fight, Y/N. I’m not being responsible for you getting killed, so deal with it. I doubt that you’ll be missing out on anything,” he replied with an absent minded wave of his hand, as if literally brushing you off.

“Teach me to fight, then,” you suggested suddenly. Damon looked over at you, raising an eyebrow. 

“You really want to know how? Can’t say I’m the best man for the job,” he said softly.

“Yes. I never get to help with anything, and if I’m going to get caught up in all of this then I may as well have some idea of what I’m doing.”

“Alright then, let’s go.”


“No time like the present!”

You both stood up from where you had been perched at the breakfast bar, you springing up excitably whereas Damon seemed reluctant, and took as long as possible. “Come on,” you whined, smiling. Eventually the two of you left the house and headed for the woods. 

“You have to balance your weight better,” explained Damon. “Stand with your feet farther apart, there, like that,” he praised as you adjusted your position in line with his instructions. You had been practicing for the last hour or so, and you didn’t feel as if you were getting any better at all. You dragged a hand through your hair in frustration. “Come on, you’re getting there,” said Damon, seeing your expression.

“I’m really not. Anyway, you’re a vampire, I’m never going to be as strong as you! It’s pointless,” you muttered. 

“No, it’s not. You were the one who wanted to try this anyway! One more go. Try and defend yourself.”

Damon came at you again, but this time, your annoyance fuelled you and you managed to put into practice the moves he had taught you to avoid being pinned by him. You grinned, glad you had finally managed it. “Told you so,” said Damon, smirking at you.

“Shut up,” you replied, laughing.

Be your own best friend. Tell yourself you look great in that outfit, that your hair is banging today, that your wings are so sharp they could kill a man.

Be your own best friend. Leave yourself an encouraging note–“Awesome job on that presentation at work the other day, I’m so proud of you!” Be your biggest cheerleader. Brag to yourself about your accomplishments.

Be your own best friend. Let yourself cry when you need to. Tell yourself a joke when you need a laugh. Give yourself a little treat from that fancy bakery on once a month on a Friday morning.

Be your own best friend. Never give up on yourself, but know when to counsel yourself to give up on toxic people and situations. Trust yourself to know the right path, you’re wiser than you think you are.

—  Your Own Best Friend, by moltenglory

OK but please consider obianidala inception au where:

● Anakin is the forger and the best one in the field.
● Obi-Wan is the point man and does job with just about anyone but he mostly does it with Anakin and Padme. He’s considered the best of the best when it comes to his job.
● Padme is the extractor and pioneered the dream extracting business with Obi-Wan and Anakin.
● Ahsoka is an architect and is on the rise of becoming one of the best in the field.
●Idk who would be a chemist maybe Bail? Or Rex and Cody?

Okay so they get hired to steal information by the Jedi (a government agency dealing with diplomatic negotations) to steal information from the Sith (a criminal organization that’s been hacking into classified security systems and selling information). Anakin is starting to loose touch with reality and wants out but he knows that Padme and Obi-Wan love doing this too much to leave so he stays. But he progressively starts to wonder if he’s dreaming or if he’s awake. The thing is that he’s too scared to tell Padme and Obi-Wan so he tries to pretend that nothing is wrong. Palpatine is the head of the Sith but he also trained Anakin in dream scape and knows what they’re doing. Anakin has told him about he grip on reality and Palpatine uses it against him. Anakin falls into limbo because he ends up dying in the dream to save Padme and Obi-Wan. Or also how about Anakin dies in reality and he becomes Padme and Obi-Wan’s shadow. Shadow!Anakin becomes this twisted and dark version of Anakin that’s manifested through Obi-Wan’s guilt.