damn i love a man in a suit

I just got home from Spiderman Homecoming and DAMN

I must share my favourite things about it sorry not sorry

- okay first, Tom Holland is a freaking gift from heaven
- the Spiderman theme song played during the Marvel logo
- Tony Stark is The Dad™
- “I like bread.” 
- Peter pets a cat
- and then saves it from a fire
- Zendaya as MJ
- honestly, i loved her
- Ned was so done with the fact that his friend is Spiderman
- Stan Lee
- the captain america challenge 
- that Pepperony scene
-  “Come on Peter, come on Spiderman” 
- the way how adorably Peter trying to act like a cool kid
- Tony wants Peter to be better than him
- Peter helping an old lady
- Tony stepping out of his iron man suit and looking so damn hot i almost died
- Aunt May
- “can’t you just be the friendly neighbourhood Spiderman?”
- the last credit scene

So I’m watching the first Iron Man movie and I’m just thinking that no one really acknowledges how freaking bad Tony’s PTSD must be.

Like okay so he was in a truck that got blown up, he almost died bc of that, he got taken hostage and was kept there for 3 months and was forced to build the suit to get out alive, while he was building it he had a car battery hooked up to his chest keeping him alive, and in the scene where they show his surgery he was awake a lot so that’s pretty damn traumatic, he wore the suit and fought his way out of there, watched his friend die, crashed in the desert, found out his friend paid to have him killed and then tried to kill him himself.

I mean, this guy, I swear. I love him so much.


So I watched Iron Man 3 and I have more to add.

So people with PTSD need a support system. This movie is after New York and everything else that happened in Iron Man 1 & 2, which is a lot of trauma for one person to go through. New York was bad for Tony, he almost died flying that thing into space. He is so very obviously in pain in this movie but Pepper is so blind to it!

He blatantly told her that he is having a hard time coping and her response was “I’m gonna take a shower, and you’re coming with me”. He just told her that he can’t sleep and that he’s different after the New York battle. But she didn’t care. She didn’t take him seriously.

And then when he had a nightmare and ACCIDENTALLY called the suit in his sleep and it grabbed her so she freaked out and left him alone to sleep downstairs because she was mad. Yes, that is a scary experience, the suit grabbing her like that but Tony apologized, he didn’t do it on purpose. It’s not like he asked for the suit to attack her. He was having a nightmare about all of the trauma he has gone through and the suit perceived her as a threat because she was there and shaking him. He didn’t mean to do it. He loved her.

He literally chose to put the suit on her to protect her over himself.

She was so insensitive to his pain and he deserves and needs so much better.

The Great Mall adventure -Bruce Wayne/Batfamily x Reader

Love the mall idea :-), and because I thought it might be redundant to write another story about shopping things, I joined two requests together, the mall thing, and @dannysanime​‘s request. Again, I feel like it’s “meh”, like I could write better…it’s really one of those months you know, Hope you guys will still like it

(My masterlist blog here : https://ella-ravenwood-archives.tumblr.com)


-Dick, I swear to the gods, if you do not make up your mind right now, we’re leaving you here. You’ll have to sleep in beds from Ikea, and rely on people’s charity to eat every day. We’ll come visit you sometimes though. 

Your husband laughed at your words, but immediately glared at some paparazzi taking pictures from a corner. Those people always thought they were so damn sneaky, while flashing you right in the face with their cameras. Idiots. Under the famous “bat-glare” (or “Wayne-glare” for that matter), the two paparazzis slowly backed away, but Bruce knew they’d come back. 

-But moooom ! How can I choose so fast ? I don’t know if I like the blue suit or the black suit, or the white and black, or the…

-So fast ? We’ve been here for three hours Dick ! 

-Mom, buying a suit is serious business, you can’t expect me to choose one in less than…five hours ! 

-Let’s just buy them all then ! So we’re finally done with it. I’m hungry. You know I get mean when I’m hungry boy. Especially in my current condition !!

Bruce smiled at you, and wrapped an arm around your waist, his free hand resting lightly on your swollen belly, and laid a kiss on your forehead. You calmed down a bit, but your other sons looked at Dick, a slight panic in their eyes. You were kinda mean when hungry normally, but now that you were pregnant and had to eat for two…they weren’t up for your constant sarcasms right now. Your oldest kid got the message, taking all of the suits he pre-selected in his arms. He stopped in front of his father, and Bruce slipped his debit card in his mouth (since his arms were full you know). 

-Heeeere we go, now come on every body, let’s go let’s go let’s go !

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klaine43  asked:

Prompt:Q notices the Minions are acting strange when anyone(especially the 00s) enter Q Branch. He learns they are all "Team 007"! Making sure NOBODY but Bond gets near Q.

Hello! Thank you for your ask! Tee hee~ I had fun! And it turned out much longer than I thought, too. I hope you like it, @klaine43!


Factor 1: Appearance (87% approval)

Factor 2: Charms (95% approval)

Factor 3: Skills (92% approval; other areas still up for debate)

Factor 4: Compatibility (verbal spats that sound like flirting) (93% approval)

Factor 5: Loyalty (97% approval)

Factor 6: Caring (including bringing in tea and food) (85% approval)

Factor 7: Q-Branch bribery Presence in Q-Branch out of mission (8/10)

Factor 8: Sincerity (without baiting for new equipment) (89% approval)



There were rhythms to how Q-Branch worked. In time of crisis, everyone contributed and worked together at matching speed and a high level of synchronization, like a well-oiled machine, the sound of quick typing and humming of computers prevalent despite the occasional raised voices to announce reports and results.

Q had always appreciated this about his minions, and he had always made a point to congratulate them on a job well done whenever they had finished preventing another disaster from exacerbating and going tits up (even more so that it already was, that is).

“Ah, 004,” Q looked up from where he had been working at the central computer, adjusting his glasses. It had been a long day filled with 007 and his infuriating shenanigans again, in Seoul this time, and his eyes were itching some. “Welcome back. I trust Peru didn’t turn out too hot.”

004 grinned, brushing her hair back over her shoulder. “Hot would be an understatement,” she said, hazel eyes bright under the unforgiving fluorescent light as she regarded him.

However, before he could answer her, Jessica rushed over. “Q,” she called, there was an odd note of urgency in her voice. “There’s a document that you need to sign?”

He looked at her, eyebrow raised. “I’ll look at it once I’ve—”

“It’s a day late already, and the accounting department is harassing me about it.”

“Oh.” He blinked before making a slightly disgusted face. “They’re demanding the receipts for Project LL-03, aren’t they?”

In other words, Project Laser Lipstick Take 3.

When Jessica nodded quickly, he sighed and suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.

“Sorry, 004,” he turned to tell the agent. “Duty calls. R will oversee your equipment check-in.”

And with that, he followed Jessica away back into his office. Never once stopping to analyze the small sigh of relief that went about his entire department.



During normal working hours where the most chaotic a scene could ever get was in the face of a device exploding and triggering fire alarms overhead, the atmosphere was one of easy-going efficiency, a few screams of burnt eyebrows or singed hair or not.

All in all, Q knew how his minions worked—he had hand-picked them through tight selections after all. He was confident that he did.

“No, I’m here to see Q,” a familiar voice caught his ears, and he turned around to see 009 sauntering, literally ignoring Nathan’s slightly shaken questions by his side. But really, who wouldn’t be just a bit afraid of the Double-Os; these people were highly dangerous and reckless, and with a license to kill to boot as well. Traits that 007 was demonstrating remarkably well in Saudi Arabia right then, to Q’s dismay.

“009. You’re here for your equipment, yes?” Q approached him, spotting a few minions scurrying off somewhere out of his peripheral vision.

The man nodded, raven hair slicked back and hands in his pockets, a charming smile unfurling on his lips.

And suddenly, there was a scream, accompanied by: “Fire! FIRE!”

Q’s eyes widened, already turning there to see what was going on. “My apologies, 009, but it seems like R will have to outfit you this time.”




Ly was already showing Kim from accounting, who everybody knew took every chance she could get to go down these tunnels, to the door. “Don’t worry,” she assured the woman briskly. “We’ll make sure Q receives the documents.”


“There’s nothing to worry about. Jessica already promised she wouldn’t have them half-buried in the trash accidentally anymore.”

Jessica, who had been watching the whole ordeal, smiled and nodded innocently as if on cue.

“I have something to talk to Q,” Kim insisted. “Q!”

And heavy metal door slid closed behind her, successfully cutting her call off.

Q looked up from his drafting table, blinking. “What was that?”

“Nothing, nothing!” was the quick, general reply.

“I think it’s the draft!” One minion spoke up, and immediately, the others nodded in agreement.

“It’s been horrible lately, hasn’t it?”

“Yes, yes. Definitely so.”

Q frowned pensively before going back to work on the prototype idea he had been brewing for days now, which should have been realized on paper, at least, by then if it hadn’t been for James-Bloody-Bond’s pesky fiasco in Italy.



“Miss Moneypenny,” Nathan greeted, and instantly, he knew he was right when he said that, No, he couldn’t do this.

But then again, it was Eve Moneypenny. Secretary or not, the woman was a force of nature of her own. Who among them could even really go up against her?

Oh, why did R have to take her bathroom break now?

“Are those for Q?” he prompted. “I can make sure he gets it later—” She pulled the files out of his reach, and smiled in that attractive, supposedly benign way that sent cold shivers down Nathan’s spine. “—on…”

This was one of the reasons why they couldn’t afford to cross her off the list in the first place.

“I can do it myself, thank you,” she said, stilettos clicking decisively on the floor as she continued her strides into Q-Branch. “Where is Q anyway?”

“Uh… he’s busy!”

She scoffed softly. “Isn’t he always.” Her eyes spanned the entire room of minions who were working and decidedly trying hard not to look like they were paying keen attention to what was going on. “I’ll check the office first then.”

“Really, Miss Moneypenny,” he hurried to follow her, taking a breath and doing the brave thing: sliding to stand in front of her and successfully stopping her in her path. “I-I can take care of it.”


If he had only felt a bit of a shiver before, his stomach was positively dropping now, the one frosty word of his name creeping at the nape of his neck.

He turned around. Q was there just a distance away, one eyebrow raised and arms crossed in front of his chest. “Nathan,” he repeated, slowly. “What are you doing?”

Q stepped closer to the center of the room. “In fact, what have you all been doing? And don’t think I haven’t noticed what’s been going on.”

The entire branch fell silent.

Q sighed and turned to Eve, extending a hand. “I’ll handle this from here.”

“Oh no,” Eve replied, leaning one hip against a desk, amusement quirking her lips. “I’m quite fine where I am. Carry on,” she waved a hand, “I won’t disturb.”

Sucking in a breath that didn’t quite turn into a sigh, he turned his attention back to his minions, pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Well?” he prompted again, impatient, arms crossed in front of his chest.

When no reply was forth coming, Q closed his eyes. “Answer me now before I put all of you on cleaning duty in TSS and volunteered technical assistance for the Help Desk.”

They all paled. And quickly, previously tightly-sealed lips were then stammering at the same time.

This was the reason why they weren’t active field agents.

Q frowned in exasperation but tried to listen anyway, and the only phrase that he was able to make out was this: “Team 007.”

“What in the bloody hell is ‘Team 007′?” Q snapped, turning now to inflict the entirety of his baleful glare on Nathan, who squeaked once.

Oh God, Nathan swallowed. Just why? “We’ve agreed that… I mean, after a lot of calculating and data-collecting, we decided that…” He attempted at stalling and looked around: his comrades seemed to have abandoned him in the middle of the battle field. Bugger them all to Hell. “We’re-team-007-and-Bond’s-the-most-worthy-agent-to-woo-you-so-far!” he blurted out in quick succession.

Q stood there, stock still, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to formulate the proper response to this. And Eve’s sniggering wasn’t helping.

“First of all—” he began.

“Well, I have to say I’m flattered,” a familiar voice spoke up, and it was Q’s turn to stiffen. There Bond, James-Goddamn it-Bond, was, rugged with a hint of stubble on his face, most probably the direct result of his recent extended mission; tired, yes, but thankfully whole.

The man even had the audacity to smile that charming, disarming way of his.

“007,” he cleared his throat, straightening his back. “You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow.”

Bond rolled his shoulders in an easy shrug. “I hopped on the earliest flight back.” He smiled, striding in, posture all confident and very much at home. Well, to be fair, he had been spending an increasing amount of time down here whenever he was on British soil as of late. “Apparently the right decision, given the highly interesting conversation that’s going on here.”

Blue eyes looked around, and the minions ducked, some blushing out of embarrassment.

“Yes, apparently, I no longer have the right to decide on my own love life anymore,” Q said, directing this to the room at large. The minions were now practically disappearing under their cubicles. Scared, he was sure, of the punishment they knew Q was very seriously considering. Chastised, however, was a different matter altogether.

“How can you blame them?” Bond was now in front of Q, and in the full bright light of the central station, Q finally realized that the damning man was wearing that all-too-fetching navy blue suit of his. “They are just defending the best result of their little project.”

Q glared. “Don’t let this stroke your ego too much. Something must have malfunctioned somewhere in there. Faulty codes and all.” And no, the back of his neck wasn’t burning up.

“Come now, Q. You need to have some degree of confidence in your subordinates,” Bond implored.

“Yes, the same subordinates who purposefully nearly burnt down a quarter of our lab,” Q scoffed. Nathan was no longer anywhere to be seen.

“There are goals that are worth fighting for, after all.”

Q snorted, indignant. “What? Like your goal of wrecking every single piece of tech I give you?” 

Bond hummed. “No,” he said, voice lowering a timbre and the hint of innocent nonchalance in it was just too strong for Q to ignore. “Like my goal of asking you out for dinner.”

Q’s eyes widened before he started flushing a wholesomely lovely shade of red.


“Will you?” Bond smiled, encroaching rather too close now. However, Q detected no contrived playfulness in his eyes or tone. “Go out to dinner with me?”

Perhaps it took him a little long to process what was going on, but Q immediately jolted out of his mind when Eve nudged him in the ribs.

He smoothed down the front of his rumpled cardigan, cleared his throat after what suspiciously sounded like ‘must we do this here’, and said, “Yes.”


If Q-Branch had screamed and cheered that day, no one would be the wiser.

They were too far under ground to bother anyone anyway.


Factor 9: Q’s personal approval (91%) (100%)

Flame | Finn Bálor

Title: Flame (loosely based on the song ‘Flame’ by Tinashe)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader

Summary: “I feel sorry that Finn was unlucky enough to ever meet you..”

Word Count: fucking 5,114 (!!!)

Warnings: Talk of past infidelity, angst, and romantic sexy times - NSFW

A/N: This fic is requested by @ortonaholic !! I hope I did your idea justice, it came out waaayyyy longer than I anticipated tbh.

ALSO, I made this fic interactive because I was requested to give the OC a name but I don’t really like naming the OC’s for the soul purpose of the readers not being able to truly place themselves within the story. Therefore, if you type your name in the little box, a magic computer fairy will insert your name in the fic (whaaaat!?) PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS WILL NOT WORK ON MOBILE SORRY. With that being said, I hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by theandrophile

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James D'Arcy as Edwin Jarvis in Agent Carter.

◟♢°◝ ┅ natasha, pierre & the great comet of 1812 sentence starters.

 ‘ ____  is young! ‘
‘ she/he/they loves ____ with all her/his/their heart.’
‘ this is in your program! ‘
‘ you’re gonna have to study up a little bit. ‘
‘ he/she/they spend/s their money on woman and wine. ‘
‘ chandeliers and caviar! ‘
‘  ____’s family… totally messed up. ‘
‘ what about  ____? ‘
‘ it’s dawned on me suddenly, and for no obvious reason. ‘
‘ i can’t go on living as i am ‘
‘ the zest of life has vanished! ‘
‘ i used to be better. ‘
‘ i drink too much. ‘
‘ we waste our lives drowning in wine. ‘
’ i’m married but not in love. ‘ 
‘ i pity you. ‘
‘ how beautiful you looked in the snow! ‘
‘ i love you, trust no one but you. ‘
‘ i can’t bear this waiting. ‘
‘ no one can understand. ‘
‘ he’ll come home one day and take me away. ‘
‘ how wonderful to have you here! ‘
‘ well, now we’ll talk! ‘
‘ i am glad and relieved he’ll be the family’s saving grace. ‘

‘ — and i have no friends! ‘
‘ i never go anywhere, i’m never invited! ‘
‘ will i never be happy? will i never be anyone’s wife/husband/spouse? ‘
‘ she’s using you, she wants your money! ‘
‘ insolent girl!’
‘ and from the first glance, i do not like ____ ‘
‘ i must take my leave! ‘
‘ i want you to know how glad i am my brother/sister has found happiness! ‘ 
‘ is that the truth? ‘
‘ the cuckold sits at home! ‘
‘ that’s a woman/man one should stay far away from! ‘
‘ what makes a town pleasant is the beautiful women, isn’t that so? ‘
‘ will you come? ‘
‘ i will make love to her/him/them! ‘
‘ it doesn’t matter, i don’t give a damn! ‘
‘ all i care for is gaiety and women! ‘
‘ here’s to the health of married women — and their lovers! ‘
‘ they say we are asleep until we fall in love. ‘
‘ charming, charming! ‘
‘ these dresses suit you! ‘
‘ anything suits you! ‘
‘ charmante! ‘
‘ how can you live in  ____ and not go nowhere? ‘
‘ so you love somebody? ‘
‘ even if you’re engaged, you must wear your dress out! ‘
‘ my brother/sister is quite madly in love with you! ‘
‘ where have you been? ‘
‘ a woman with a dress is a frightening and powerful thing! 

‘ the thought of throwing them together amuses me! ‘
‘ don’t speak to me of that! ‘
‘ he’s no great man. ‘
‘ none of us are great men. ‘
‘ what am i to do if i love him and the other one too? ‘
‘ i will come and steal you away! ‘
‘ just say yes. ‘
‘ yes! yes! i love you! ‘
‘ you’ve read the letter? ‘
‘ you don’t know what love is! ‘
‘ you’ve only known him/her/them three days! ‘
‘ if you tell, you’re my enemy! ‘
‘ i won’t succumb to your tender tone! ‘
‘ i am afraid you are going to your ruin! ‘
‘ then i’ll go to my ruin! ‘
‘ i hate you, you’re my enemy forever! ‘
‘ i know you are capable of anything! ‘
‘ i know you’ve forgotten me. ‘
‘ i know you so well, my friend. ‘
‘ tonight i go away on an adventure! ‘
‘ you’ll not be seeing me for sometime. ‘
‘ you are married already! ‘
‘ you’d better just give this up now! ‘
‘ go to the devil, eh! ‘
‘ i am not joking! ‘
‘ why would i joke about it, me of all people? ‘
‘ you haven’t thought this through, or do you just don’t care? ‘
‘ if this marriage isn’t valid, then i’m off the hook! ‘
‘ but if it is valid, it really doesn’t matter. ‘
‘ everyone raise a glass! ‘
‘ it’s lucky for him he escaped ‘
‘ listen to me when i speak to you! ‘
‘ what is it to me? i shall die! ‘
‘ i have no betrothed! i have refused him! ‘
‘ don’t touch me! ‘
‘ he is better than any of you! ‘
‘ you all hate and despise me! ‘
‘ there’s ruin at the door! ‘
‘  ____ is a married man/woman! ‘
‘ married? he/she’s married? ‘
‘ you are more repulsive to me than ever! ‘
‘ i don’t consider myself bound to answer questions put to me in that tone! ‘
‘ come now, this is stupid! ‘
‘ and i don’t know what deprives me of the pleasure of smashing your head in with this! ‘
‘ if you wish to be my friend, never speak of that again! ‘
‘ tell him/her to forgive me. ‘
’ did you love that bad man/woman? ‘
’ don’t call him/her bad! ‘
‘ i am not worth it! ‘
‘ i would get down on my knees this minute and ask you for your hand. ‘

anonymous asked:

Can I get a regency rebelcaptain AU?

The first time Jyn sees him, she’s racing her horse across the fields, far ahead of Bodhi. He’s just a man on a horse then, upright in his uniform; she gets a flash of him being handsome and new but what she really cares about is winning, so she keeps going. 

The second time she sees him, she’s riding in the park with her chaperone, side saddle and proper in her habit. He’s talking to Lady Organa, and Leia’s one of the few people who make the Season bearable, so Jyn resigns herself to meeting someone new to talk to Leia. He kisses her hand properly, at the introduction; he’s more handsome than she’d realized, up close, with expressive eyes and the build of a man who’s active for a living, rather than a hobby. He gives her an odd, questioning look as he lets her hand go, that makes her demand what he’s thinking, propriety be damned. “I am wondering who won your race,” he says, and Jyn scowls. It’s a good answer. 

The third time she sees him, she’s at a ball, and he’s standing near the wall talking to another man she doesn’t recognize. He’s out of his uniform tonight, in a properly tailored suit that flatters him even as his tension is visible. It’s lucky they’ve been introduced–it’s perfectly proper for Jyn to skirt the edges of the room to go save him from Lady Devonshire, who’s a bore and loves to talk to soldiers. 

Andor thanks her, then looks at the musicians, who are starting up. “Do you want to dance?” she asks. 

Andor looks, if anything, more uncomfortable. “Dancing was never high on my priorities,” he admits. 

“Then at least I’ll look deft for once,” Jyn announces, and takes his hand. 

Joke’s on you

Originally posted by dailyavengers

Fandom: Marvel
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Genres: humor, fluff,  fem x fem, wlw
Words: 1.616
Summary: Reader convinces Clint and Tony to prank Natasha. Little do they know that girls planned the whole thing only to gain servants for the weekend - requested by Anonymous

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wonho appreciation

Why I Love Shin Hoseok (x)

He’s Special

  1. looks kinky… (x)
  2. fluff ball (x)
  3. still a cutie (x)
  4. i don’t know anymore… (x)
  5. sleepy baby (x)
  6. fluffy marshmallow (x)
  7. angel sent from heaven (x)
  8. proof he’s an angel (x)
  9. pure baby (x)
  10. perfection (x)
  11. fluffy angel (x)
  12. my dork (x)
  13. flying cat… (x)
  14. playing with his toes (x)

His Hair

  1. be looking like a sexy vampire (x)


  1. puffy cheeks (x)
  2. puffy cheeks! (x)


  1. it’s just so precious (x)
  2. wasted thirty minutes (x)
  3. wasted fifteen minutes (x)


  1. so plump… (x)
  2. his kisses (x)
  3. pouty lips (x)


  1. makes you wanna smile too (x)
  2. beautiful smile (x)
  3. beautiful smile pt.2 (x)
  4. beautiful smile pt.3 (x)
  5. beautiful smile pt.4 (x)
  6. eyes disappears into crescent moons (x)
  7. my baby’s beautiful smile (x)


  1. back in your mouth (x)
  2. there he goes again (x)


  1. so big… (x)


  1. that little tiny mole (x)


  1. it jiggles (x)
  2. that ass (x)
  3. it’s perfect (x)
  4. booty in motion (x)
  5. minnie agrees (x)


  1. a tiny piece of his thigh (x)
  2. them thighs (x)
  3. who doesn’t like thick thighs? (x)


  1. gotta love a man in a suit (x)
  2. you just gotta (x)
  3. “oh, daddy” (x)
  4. this is not okay (x)

Dress Shirts

  1. so god damn good (x)
  2. fucked me up (x)

I Just Love Him (x)

Both of my grandfathers died on a Monday two weeks apart. I had hugged my mother’s father on the way to mourn the loss of my father’s dad. My grandfather on my mother’s side was a renaissance man, doing everything and doing it damn well. He always had a pen in his shirt pocket to write down his next idea, and if his shirt didn’t have a pocket then he attached one to the collar at his neck. At his viewing his jacket was empty, and he didn’t look like himself. I took the pen I had taken for myself from his desk, just hours earlier, and tucked it in the suit pocket, hoping we could still be pen pals in some other life.
—  Belle Jar

anonymous asked:

Hi there, frand. :] can I ask you a thing about the Sith playing Mario Kart? Or Smash Bros., whichever you're most familiar with. This is a fantastic blog you're running and you're doing great! Remember to take care, and have a good day/night!! Thank u so much!!!

I know some stuff about Smash Bros Brawl ;O Thank you, you take care as well!

vader: he likes to play as link or captain falcon, but they’re not the best characters for fighting. vader hates losing, but… come on! “FALCON PAWNCH!!!” sometimes instead of playing seriously he’ll just falcon punch anyone who comes near.

sidious: a king dedede player that just hides in corners and spams the taunt button. if you come near him he will grab/throw you away.

maul: he mains meta knight and beats the living shit out of people, especially sidious and dooku. has absolutely no chill unless it’s savage.

savage: plays as ike because he’s powerful and has a cool sword!! a pretty decent player, but not enough to win against some of his roommates. will throw you across the room if you single him out (”STOP. KILLING. ME.”)

asajj: a damn good zero suit samus player. she never plays regular samus unless she feels it would be advantageous to do so. she has an ongoing rivalry with maul.

dooku: loves the graceful moves of marth. what a powerful, elegant young man! surprisingly decent at the game, to everyone’s dismay. is the one that singles out savage and ends up being thrown across the room.

kylo: mains lucario. also a good player, though always loses to lana for some reason (”what the hell, i’m lucario i should be kicking your ass”). has mercy on grandpa vader, just standing next to him and taunting back and forth—until maul runs in and kills them both.

nihilus: a brutal peach player. loves to spam the peach parasol move and float gracefully around the arena. always chooses the daisy skin when playing as her.

grievous: played once. vader falcon punched him off the edge and KO’d him after 10 seconds. grievous does not play anymore.

inquisitor: he loves playing as sheik. graceful, agile, and deadly—just like himself, really. unfortunately, he has no skill whatsoever in playing this game.

lana: everyone snickered when she chose pikachu as her main but immediately stopped laughing after she won the first round. she may not be as good as maul or asajj, but she is a force to be reckoned with

charelleysrp  asked:

Eisuke and prompt no. 89 — Please Ms. Dori.

The Meeting
Eisuke Ichinomaya x MC
Includes: Mitsunari Baba, Ota Kisaki, Soryu Oh, Mamoru Kishi
Rating: G
Prompt #89: “I’m not leaving you!” - Send me a Pairing and a Number

One day, I arrive early at Tres Spade to serve Eisuke his coffee as usual. I’m not in uniform yet, but everyone knows by now what our relationship has become. I’m always anxious to see him despite how long we’ve been together. As the elevator takes me to the penthouse, I straighten my clothes out. Nothing fancy, but you don’t want to look less than perfect for him.

When I arrive at my destination, I hear a few voices. The other bidders are there and they’re talking with someone I don’t recognize. I decide to make them all coffee then since they’re there.

“Ah, if it isn’t my favorite princess,” Baba says as he come up from behind me. “Come to see us caffeinated?”

“Yes,” I say as I set six cups on a tray along with the finished pot of coffee and all the cream and sugar they could use.

“Ever the considerate hostess.” Baba always sweet talking to me just told off my shoulder as I take the tray to the common area where the bidders are.

I can see they’re talking to a very gorgeous woman that’s shamelessly fawning over them all. But she seems particularly close to Eisuke. I can’t overreact as it could be a business partner.

“Sor, you simply must join me one day for dinner. I’ll make it worth your while.” Okay, she really is hitting on everyone.

“Now, now, princess. Do you really want that frown to turn you upside down?” Baba was doing his best to divert attention from Soryu as the mobster was looking about ready to kill.

“That frown can turn me upside down anytime,” she said with a wink before turning to me. “And who is this little cutie?”

“Just one of our maids,” Eisuke said as he sipped his coffee with a satisfied look.

“Only just,” the woman said with interest and a hint of something more. “She doesn’t seem like it and you know I have an eye for woman.”

What?! I spilled some of the coffee and apologized profusely as I cleaned it up.

“Anyway, it’s an ever grateful pleasure that you’re letting me use your hotel for my show.” She then stood and was much taller than I. Eisuke stood to walk her out. “Let me know if you ever need company. I’ll surely make it a time to remember.” She then caressed his face just before the elevator doors closed.

I cast my gaze down and serve the others. Why wouldn’t Eisuke want to be with her? Tall, beautiful, fashionable, clearly has a way with words… I sigh inwardly and try not to be noticeable when Mamoru spoke up. “Why the sour face, kid?” His lazy face greeted me as I looked up.

“Nothing’s the matter. Just have to get to work soon that’s all…”

“Last I checked, you work for us so, technically, you are at work,” Ota pointed out with a smirk. “If you do a good job, Koro, then maybe I’ll give you a reward.” Usually that would phase me, but all I did was finish cleaning up and carry the tray back to the kitchenette.

Footsteps come up behind me. “You really think I would go for someone like him?”

“Huh?” I turned to him surprised. Him?

“Technically, yes,” Soryu grumbled in on the conversation. “Till his operation anyway.”

I was confused and it was clear on my face. “Soryu, you’re confusing the pup.”

“How can she not notice with those manly hands?” Mamoru smirked with his cigarette half cocked between his lips. “That was Michelle Leboux, only his name is spelled M-i-t-c-h-e-l.”

“You mean the big up and coming fashion designer?” I couldn’t believe I didn’t notice before that that was the first major transgendered designer of the fashion world.

“And he’s one of the newest attendees to the auctions,” Soryu said matter-of-factly.

“I thought we agreed we would refer to her as ‘she’,” Baba frowned as if they were speaking ill of her.. him…

“Well, she isn’t here so she won’t know, now will she?” Ota put great emphasis on the word as if to run it in Baba’s face. A grin played on his face as if he was hiding a giggle.

“Regardless of gender, it was merely business. She always comes here and flirts with everyone. She actually has a soft spot for Soryu and Mamoru.” Now there was a wicked grin on Eisuke’s lips as the mobster and detective groaned in unison.

“Leave me outta this,” Mamoru protested. “Broads are all trouble, whether they are broads or not.”

Soryu remained silent, but he didn’t have anything more to say.

Ota and Baba started snickering and making fun of them.

“Anyway, you already know who you belong to and I already have what I want.” His voice was like a soothing balm (along with the guys messing with each other) to my heart and I relaxed as I turned back to Eisuke. “All you have to remember is to stay by my side and nothing or no one will come between us.” Damn that smirk of his. Always winning me over. He kissed my cheek, a rare tender moment when he’s usually more flashy. Taking my hand, the man I love led me to the stairs and and to his penthouse suite despite my protests I had to go to work. He was the boss, after all, so there was no use trying to fight him over what he wanted me to do.

  • I may not say this right because I am new to English, but she has tremendous breasts, yes? 
  • What did we exchange for him?
  • A car is not a bedroom on wheels.
  • She’s not a goddess, she’s more the earth mother whore type, which works for me.
  • Uh, well, I believe that everyone’s political opinion is valid and worth hearing.
  • You know, you’re right, ____, the Fonz could beat up Bruce Lee.
  • My eyes. Oh, and I guess my butt, too.
  • You know, I may have heard something about a party? Can’t recall, but maybe … Andrew Jackson could remind me?
  • He’s not in, but Abe Lincoln is hanging out with the Washington twins. I suppose they have knowledge of the festivities?
  • So, a real wisenheimer, huh. Well, let’s see how smart you are when I  SNAP OFF YOUR HEAD!
  • Good work, Starsky. Let’s roll.
  • So… you’re in like with me?
  • I am telling you. I heard it. The devil is singing backwards on the record.
  • Cartoons make me horny! Oh, and food!
  • I understand. Everybody wants their first makeout to be special, in some place romantic like Ireland or Disney World.
  • I don’t know. It’s like bad things always happen to me, like I have bad luck or something.
  • The reason bad things happen to you … is because you’re a dumbass. Now fix it!
  • The three true branches of the government are: military, corporate and Hollywood.
  • I love the snow! I am a winter nymph! I love America!
  • Responsible people don’t go around getting their nipples twisted.
  • See, when you say it, it just sounds weird
  • Look, I might be the only guy in here who’s actually killed a man.
  • Damn good thing I went with him. He wanted to buy a leisure suit.
  • Leisure suits are for dumbasses. Believe me.
  • You can’t just maul me in front of my father!
  • Bla Bla Bla, You’re late. Be responsible for your own actions.
  • That’s Real easy for you to say, Pal!
  • Um, not touch dead people. Ever.
  • Oh, I am so excited to be in the food service industry. May I cut the cheese?
  • Damn, ___, that could be anybody!
  • I’m so excited about Star Whores.
  • Gentlemen, we have finally done it. A pot leaf on the water tower!
  • It looks like it’s giving me the finger!
  • Do you know how many cool guys live in New York? There’s like… Lou Reed, man!
  • What’re you gonna put on your resume? “Dumbass”?
  • I’m not talking to my dad about this. Do you remember how angry he got when I didn’t rake the yard? This is like, twice as bad!
  • Your grandma’s dead? Oh, man… Let’s go get wasted.
  • I know, it’s difficult to hear with your head up your ass.
  • Well, you know, on the way to the market, I tried to run over a cat. But they are just so darn speedy!
  • So, my parents are, like, fighting all the time, and they want me to choose sides. But I can’t, because they’re both idiots.

originalpottervengerlock  asked:

Sorry, mabey some headcannons about TOS Scotty walking in on the reader changing? Like they share quarters and are married but he's still startled/embarrassed.

Don’t apologize!

  • The first time he needs to report to MedBay for an injury, and he sees you, Scotty is smitten.
  • You were laughing at something McCoy had said, and McCoy was also laughing, and as he walked toward the nurse’s station, the entire MedBay was beginning to fall to pieces, they were laughing so hard.
  • It turns out you’d told a terrible and cheesy joke, but it’d struck McCoy as funny, and when he lost it, and couldn’t regain control of the giggles, the entire MedBay team fell apart.
  • You turned to him with your eyes shining with tears of laughter, and the brightest, most beautiful smile on your face, and Scotty forgot why he’d come in, struck speechless.
  • You saw his hand dripping blood, and in a flash your smile changed from carefree to careful, and you led him, with a gentle care that made his heart tight, over to a biobed. You cleaned the wound and called McCoy over to have a look. 
  • When McCoy discharged Scotty, he stopped at the nurse’s station and stumbled over his words for a few minutes before blurting out an invite to meet him for drinks. You agreed. The rest was, as they say, history.
  • It wasn’t long before McCoy signed paperwork recommending shared quarters for you as a ‘medical necessity’. It was the easiest way to skirt the cohabitation rules that Starfleet liked to enforce.
  • It was perfection. You had a comfy bed with enough room for the both of you, and Monty had some tinker space in the common room.
  • The first time you got changed in front of him, you noticed he looked away shyly and made himself busy with one of his projects.
  • The next time you noticed was a few weeks later, and he was still adorably awkward about seeing you without clothes on. You had absolutely no hangups about changing in front of him, you’d grown up playing co-ed sports that had required you to strip down to your sport shorts and bra regularly in front of people you wanted nothing do with, getting undressed in front of the man you were in love with wasn’t an issue.
  • You began to make a game out of it, walking through your suite, taking your clothes off, leaving them strewn all over. You’d follow him as he tried to escape, going as far as sitting on the edge of the worktable in just your undies one day.
  • Finally he snapped. “Hen, ye cannae always been mincing about starkers! I’m just a man! I find it hard enough keeping my hands off you already, put some damn clothes on before I take ye to bed and never let ye climb oot!”
  • You raised an eyebrow and dropped your knickers on the floor in challenge.