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松ログ(ほぼおそトド) by  正和 : #1,2,3,13

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It’s time for some plain and direct romance. So this is Oso and Todo’s first date, the latter was really excited and a bit nervous about it. While the former pushed that button (It seems unintentionally) by making him wait for 40 minutes at the same spot.

At least Oso-nii apologised for arriving so late, that gesture calmed Todo’s anger (Who surely was about to turn into Totty) He thanking while looking very lovestruck. They make a cute couple but I still don’t know why do I like them. 


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by Inell

Stiles has warned Derek that Jackson can be a button pushing asshole, but he doesn’t seem to believe it. Until he meets Jackson.

Words: 7520, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Werewolf Married

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This $40,000 Robotic Exoskeleton Lets the Paralyzed Walk

Paralyzed from the waist down after a BMX accident, Steven Sanchez rolled into SuitX’s Berkeley, California, office in a wheelchair. A half-hour later he was standing and walking thanks to the Phoenix—a robotic exoskeleton now available for around $40,000.

The suit returns movement to wearers’ hips and knees with small motors attached to standard orthotics. Wearers can control the movement of each leg and walk at up to 1.1 miles per hour by pushing buttons integrated into a pair of crutches.

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by Inell

Stiles has warned Derek that Jackson can be a button pushing asshole, but he doesn’t seem to believe it. Until he meets Jackson.

Words: 7520, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 11 of Werewolf Married

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thanks for those who shared ch20 with me. On the starting pages but, there was a bit of the exchange I really didn’t get.

The starting bit was “He’s normally a rational person..”

and then this panel say ‘but once he opens that (channel? push that button?) then you need  take him as the same type of person as you guys.’

Is this just a bad translation, or am I missing something?

Anyone translated from the orginal Japanese?

Of Perps and Proposals

Also posted on AO3

Derek and Stiles sit in an unmarked squad car on a routine stakeout hoping to catch the person who has been knocking over various warehouses around town. By the fourth uneventful hour, they’ve played nearly every game known to man in order to keep some semblance of sanity, when the speaker squawks.

“What about ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’ because you guys are killing me with your boredom. By the way, your push button is broken which means I’ve heard everything. I need to go bleach my ears after hearing Stiles’ enthusiastic rendition of ‘Hello’.” Scott’s voice echoes through the radio.

Stiles huffs at that, but what else do they have but time and sore asses, for the most unremarkable reasons, too. Shame.

“Alright how about….”  Derek closes his eyes as he attempts to drum up some names, fingers tapping thoughtfully on his thigh before opening his eyes, catching his reflection in the side mirror and smirking. “Scott, Parrish, and Me.”

Stiles snorts and turns so he’s facing Derek, “Really? That’s the best you’ve got?”

Derek shrugs up a shoulder and nods his head, urging Stiles on. 

Stiles squints his eyes and nibbles on his lip as he mulls it over. Derek sighs, “This isn’t Jeopardy, Stiles.”

Stiles’ squint becomes a half-hearted glare. “Fine. Fuck Scott. No seriously, fuck you, bro. My singing is on point. Angels wept.” Stiles screeches into the radio.

“They’re not the only ones who wept. Just so you know I’m flipping you off so hard right now. Also the suspect in question was spotted in your vicinity. ETA on your location is 5 minutes.” Scott responds.

“Roger. Eyes wide open. Ok so on to Parrish. Hmmm. Kill Parrish mostly because I’m not even sure if that’s possible. Would he just come for himself then? You know because of the whole,” Stiles gestures to his body, mimicking being engulfed in flames, “Hellhound situation?”

Scott chokes out a laugh while Derek’s glare becomes contemplative before movement coming from the warehouse has him bounding out of the car with one hand on his walkie.

“Perp on scene. Pursuing on foot.”

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Since it seems p much canon that Poland is PARTICULARLY good at pushing buttons I couldn’t help but think of this situation after writing this one-sided rochu thing . Probably not the best idea to run with, Po, but boy he sure likes to pick ALL his battles, doesn’t he?

anonymous asked:

remember when Clarke and Lexa pushed the button to blow up Mount Weather’s doors and it didn’t work? That has to signified something. Because if you analyze that scene and compare it with Bellamy and Clarke pulling the lever, both can compare. Why didn’t the button work when Clarke and Lexa pushed it? Why did the lever work when Bellamy and Clarke pulled it? See, these two scenes show the relationships clearly. Clarke and Lexa can’t work together. Bellamy and Clarke can work together.



Eheheh..did he push the button?

This fanart is about a question of this video .. watch it.. to discover what is it about :P

PS: I drew the camera with Pewds’ mom because of a hilarious comment of a bro that wrote‘’  MOM BRING THE CAMERA “  .. thank you Jòse Mora :’DDD

Off// the pictures will be replaced with better quality ones soon.

Good night bros :)

Feeling a bit Woozy Baby? (Pietro x Reader) Part 1/?

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»Reader is very close with Pietro but when he is sedated and reduced to acting like a 3 year old she is forced to take care of him. This enssues food, entertainment,keeping him out of trouble, bathing and bed time. And to think the reader is being kept from a mission for this.«

“(Y/N), I’m glad you are back. Your mission partner for tomorrow got himself in a bit of a situation here.” Director Fury said to you while signaling towards the elevator you were both getting on.

“Who Pietro? What happened?” You pushed the button that would take you to the living quarters floor of the stark tower.

“A few minutes ago he returned from his morning run under some sort of heavy sedative” Fury began to explain.

“What?! Is he unconscious now??“ You ask worried. Pietro has been your partner since you started out as an avenger. He was the one who got assigned to train you so it was only natural you became close friends.

“No, not at all. Actually that would probably make matters a lot easier. We suspect it was a Hydra attempt to neutralize him. They somehow managed to get the sedative in him but he realized what was going on and ran back here before it could take effect and they could attack him. As for his current state…"

Fury closed his eye and breathed in as if that would give him more patience to deal with Pietro’s situation.

“…as i mentioned before having him unconscious would be gratefully received but he is currently sitting in the main living area pestering Clint with dumb questions. He is in no mental state to train as scheduled and we have no idea when it will wear off and since you were already meant to spend the day preparing with him for tomorrows mission that is why you will take care of his numb ass. Well that and the fact that the only other person available is Tony and he refuses to get in touch with his ‘motherly’ side.“

“Oh…okay then.” You stood up straight trying to hide the fact that you were suppressing laughter from the Director.

As soon as the elevator doors opened you caught sight of Clint Barton’s miserable face. He was sitting on the couch with his head thrown back while pietro sat practically on his lap blabbering something about how clint should let his beard grow while poking Clint’s face with his fingers.

As you and Fury stepped farther into the room Clint noticed your presence.

“(Y/NNNNN)!!! Im SO glad to see you, me and the Sockovian three year old here have been waiting for you!!” Clint quickly pushed Pietro off him and got up and held you at arms length with enthusiasm that could be pinned as fake from a mile away.

“I trust Fury has explained everything so if you will excuse me I’ll return to my training! You two will have a great day together. Isn’t that right Pietro?”

From his place on the couch a wide eyed, innocent faced pietro slowly faced Clint and gave a reassuring nod.

Before stepping into the elevator Clint went up to your ear and whispered “He’s basically just really really slow, he’s acting like a three year old but to test out if he was still himself i showed him one of Tony’s uh…. magazines and he wouldn’t give it back so…em.. have fun dealing with that.”

As the elevator door started to close Clint slipped in not before giving Fury a winning smile. He was clearly glad to have sedated Pietro out of his hands.

“We had some tests run on him and we’ll get the results later this afternoon. I’ll let you know as soon as they get back. We hope to find out how long this thing is gonna be in his system. Either way i don’t think he’ll be going to tomorrows mission.” Fury stopped talking and you both stood there for a few seconds stupefied at Pietro’s current state.

He sat cross legged on the floor playing with a quiver of arrows Clint left behind in his swift exit. He was looking at an arrow with a glint of curiosity present in his icy blue eyes. He had a hoodie on that was dirty from the events of his morning jog and the hood was up. He didn’t look much unlike a child as was said. Which you found funny considering the usual “high and mighty” way he held himself. Not that it didn’t suit him considering his nicely fit build.

You snapped out of your own thoughts embarrassed, just in time to see Pietro pointing the arrow at his eyes.

“Eh!? A-Actually Pietro let’s see if we can find something else for you to play with! hmm how about that, sweetie?” You carefully removed the arrow he was holding and lifting the quiver off the ground. Pietro looked at you questioningly with his brows furrowed and his mouth forming a tiny o. As you stepped away from him you pulled back his hood revealing his disheveled locks.

Fury held out his hand in which you placed the quiver to be returned. With one last look at Pietro Fury rolled his eye and left the room. “Don’t forget his nap time is at three.” You heard Fury yell back, accompanied by laughter.

You knew this would be exhausting. But you were willing to do it for Pietro.

Your 175 pound three year old for the day…or at least you hope.

anonymous asked:

-glances at post about ladybug playlists- YES HELLO WHAT IS THE NO ADRIEN AU I AM INTRIGUED AND AFRAID


basically, adrien never went to public school

hence, ‘no adrien’ in marinette’s life au

(and no ensuing crush)

they know each other’s identities because of reasons and have a ‘we’re gonna investigate and figure out who hawkmoth is’ thing going on with a corkboard with red string all over it and go out and gather clues and shit

and mari’s parents don’t know about adrien or chat or ladybug or the investigation, despite adrien/chat being over at her house a lot, so there’s a bunch of hurried escapes that simultaneously look a lot like a guy escaping his gf’s room before her dad can come in with a shotgun and like those superhero movies where someone pushes a button and all the walls flip around to hide the evidence

but in reality they’re not banging at all - they’re just hanging around throwing darts at a dartboard with a paper taped to it that just reads ‘hawkmoth’ in big black letters because they don’t have a real picture to tape there

and they squabble and snipe at each other a lot, but chat still sleeps over whenever he can, allegedly because they need to brainstorm leads, but really just because his house is big and cold and lonely and if he sleeps over at mari’s she’ll wake him up with a pillow to the face instead of nathalie’s method of narrating his schedule for the day

it was supposed to be a ladynoir/marichat-ish drabble collection, but it’s old and dumb and i have no idea what i’d do with it, so the only thing in that playlist is ‘break free’ by ariana grande because the song reminds me of that au for reasons unknown to me

do not be scared, sweet nonnie. it would literally just be humor and friendship and dumbasses investigating shit if i ever did write it

..we do know that we respond to our particular gender differently. And that women in power have, underneath it all, this place where they identify so strongly, but they’re also apt in certain circumstances to have their buttons pushed a little more radically and maybe in a different way than a male in the same position. ❞
    ↳ Mary McDonnell

Imagine Sherlock doing this sort of thing all the time.

When he’s in a rare good mood, and John’s come home from a long day at the hospital, mood sour and shoulders stiff. Sherlock knows from just the way John opens the front door, the way his footfalls on the steps, what sort of day he’s had. It could be a magnitude of things, but they usually fall in a similar pattern; He could have lost someone, couldn’t quite make it in time. Saw something that reminds him of things Sherlock hasn’t yet been told, but deduced long ago.

It makes for an increasingly unpleasant flatmate and he decides it needs to be rectified immediately.

And John sits quietly, keeps to himself, and Sherlock always knows the little ways to get him to crack a smile, to maybe even laugh.

He becomes a French waiter. A Southern farmer. A gang member from the Bronx or a Polish housemaid. 

He pesters him. He pushes his buttons. He annoys him with his accents and antics, plays his little scenes, but keeps going until John’s smiling, always doing what he can to try and hide it behind his hand. 

Always failing, always tapering off into a fit of giggles.

He won’t play at it long. 

Just enough, until John’s shoulders relax and he starts grumbling aloud again about this or that, in that way he does.

Just until Sherlock is satisfied.