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tacticalgrandma  asked:

non-chudley ask which location would you choose to fight each of the hamilton characters?

i’ve been preparing for this question my entire life. thank u. here are my thoughts

Alexander: i would fight alexander hamilton in his own office. i know it seems counterintuitive but i feel like i could distract him by destroying a bunch of his shit. our respective scrappiness would ensure a close match, there would probably be biting involved and it would culminate in me stabbing him in the chest with a letter opener

Burr: I don’t want to fight burr. i think it’d be really depressing, like beating up an old man. i’ll pass on this one

Eliza: eliza and i would fight in a sunlit baroque dining room at precisely 10:00am and it would be preceded by 15 minutes of drinking tea and having a very calm yet ominous and metaphor-laden conversation from opposite sides of the dining table. the fight would end in a tie where we both decide to spare each others lives and part ways with a newfound sense of mutual respect

Washington: i would literally fight this man anywhere. any time, any place, i will fight george washington, and lose magnificently

Angelica: angelica and i would recreate the blacksmith scene from Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl

Peggy: i would fight peggy in a grassy field dotted with wildflowers in the early autumn sunlight and it wouldnt be a real fight it’d be a pretend fight with our dog and then we’d kiss

Lafayette: i’d fight laf in the park next to my parents’ house because its where he got supremely fucked up one time in a humiliating defeat and his bad memories may give me the upper hand. JUST KIDDING not only would he kick my ass extremely easily he’d probably be charming and kind to me the entire time, and then i would feel bad

Laurens: i would fight laurens in bed. not in a sexy way, just because i feel like the only way i would stand a chance is by ambushing him in his sleep and smothering him

Mulligan: why would i bother honestly. i’d fight herc in a cemetery next to a freshly dug grave so he could just dunk me right in. i trust him to give me a proper burial and come back every once in a while to leave flowers

Maria: i wouldn’t fight maria what the fuck

Jefferson: here it is: i would fight jefferson in the parking lot behind a denny’s at 3 in the morning

Madison: i kind of just assumed madison and jefferson would attempt to tag-team me, therefore i would also fight madison in the denny’s parking lot. i use the word “fight” very loosely here since i feel like i would just have to yell at him or like gently tip him over or something

Philip: philip is a child but i would still fight him. maybe just a little though. maybe just a heated debate

KGIII: i would slap-fight king george in ye olde royal boxing ring surrounded by royal subjects and press photographers. he’d go down pretty quickly and hopefully i’d get to wear the cape

since everybody’s like “bring back capes into fashion!!” but i see NOBODY wearing fuccin capes

we should all think of a day where we all just fucking wear capes. no shame. we all just go about our business wearing capes. or capelets if capes are too long. why are we all afraid to shine

i propose that on october 27, 28 and 29, the weekend leading up to halloween, that everybody just fucking wears a cape when they go out. we should all go out in groups and look fabulous together. 

knit a cape. buy a cape from etsy. let’s all just fucking wear capes. Capetober 2017.

Jason, Percy, and Capes

Or; Bi Ace Jason and His Journey of Self-Discovery

Or; Jason is Ace and I Am Projecting

So eventually Percy calling Jason “Superman” becomes kind of a thing between them. Jason only lets Percy call him that, and Percy uses it both to kind of tease Jason when he’s being extra heroic and praetor-y, and also as an affectionate nickname for his friend.

One year for his birthday, Percy buys him a Superman cape. He doesn’t wear it often, but it’s big enough that he uses it as a blanket a lot. When they hang out and play video games together, the winner gets to wear the cape. (He’ll never admit it, but sometimes Jason will let Percy win a little easier so that the cape will smell like sea breeze for a while after he leaves.)

A few months later, he sits Percy down and tells him that he likes boys as well as girls. Percy smiles, tells him that’s awesome! and that he does too, and hugs him. Jason hugs him back, burying his face in Percy’s shoulder. They watch a movie that night instead of playing video games, the Superman cape wrapped around them like a blanket where they sit shoulder-to-shoulder on Jason’s couch.

That year, Percy gets Jason another cape for his birthday. This one is just as big, but rather than red, it’s striped blue, purple, and pink. The bi flag, Percy tells him, a huge grin on his face. Then he unfurls it, and Jason sees the crudely sewn Superman logo in the middle. Jason laughs at that, head thrown back and just so damn happy, and Percy laughs with him. Jason refuses to take the cape off for the rest of the day (not that it mattered, since they spent the rest of the day bingewatching sitcoms on Netflix, but it mattered to Jason.)

Sometime later, they’re sitting next to each other on the couch, Percy’s legs flung across Jason’s lap, their video game controllers left on the coffee table from their last round. The bi flag Superman cape is tied around Jason’s shoulders since he’d been the one to blue shell Percy in the last seconds of the race and take first place. Percy leans forward, close enough that Jason can smell that sea breeze that just seemed to follow Percy everywhere, and starts picking at and fidgeting with the edge of the cape. So, if you’re Superman, he begins, nervousness wobbling his voice, is there any chance… I could be your Lois Lane? Jason smiles at him.

Things are going well between them. Dating is fun, even if sometimes their “dates” only consist of lighting a candle on the coffee table as they share a $5 pizza and watch cartoons together. Really, things between them don’t change much, they just get, well, closer. There’s more touching now, and for the most part, Jason likes it. He likes kissing Percy. He likes kissing Percy a lot, actually. And he likes the touching. He likes holding Percy’s hand, and he likes cuddling with him on the couch without fear of it being awkward. He likes when Percy comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his middle and rests his chin on Jason’s shoulder or presses his forehead to the back of Jason’s neck. He likes when they fall asleep curled up together and wake up with their legs tangled and Percy’s head resting on his chest, even if he drools, the bi flag Superman cape wrapped around them. There’s some things he doesn’t like so much, though. It’s nothing Percy’s done, because Percy would never do something Jason wasn’t explicitly okay with, but it’s the thought of it that bothers him. The thought of removing clothes and touching other places that leaves a distinct feeling of discomfort and repulsion in the pit of his stomach.

Unsure of what to do about it or what it means, he does the only thing he can think of and calls Piper. Surely, a daughter of Aphrodite would know what to do. He tells her what’s been going on, and when he’s done, she tells him that she thinks he may be asexual. When he lets out a noise of confusion, she tells him that it would probably be best if he talked to her half-brother Mitchell, since he actually is ace and could probably explain things better than she could. She gives him her brother’s number, and he thanks her.

Jason steels himself for what is to come. The talk with Mitchell had helped, and now that Jason has the proper words to put with what he’s feeling, he decided it was time to talk to Percy about it. It’s date night, which this time means takeout, a “clean linen” scented candle Jason had bought on sale, and a Star Wars marathon. When Percy steps through Jason’s front door, he greets him with a kiss and tells him he needs to talk to him before dinner. Percy nods, then asks if everything is okay as they sit facing each other on the couch. Jason nods, takes a deep breath, and carefully lays things out on the table, metaphorically speaking. He tells Percy about how much he likes being with him, but how the thought of doing… he fumbles for words… more… makes him nauseous. It’s nothing Percy had done wrong, just that this is who he is. He’s asexual, he explains, sex-repulsed. And he feels Percy has a right to know.

Percy has been nodding along as Jason explains things, ending with how he doesn’t think he’ll ever be okay with doing anything much beyond what they are doing currently. Okay, Percy tells him. He’s happy with how they are now, anyway, and he loves Jason so much that as long as Jason is happy, he will be happy, and that he’s happy Jason’s comfortable enough to tell him and that things are perfect as they are, and—


He’d said—

I love you too, Jason says, and pulls Percy into a tight embrace for a few moments before pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. That kiss brakes when Percy’s smile grows too big for it. The rest of date night goes off without a hitch, and they fall asleep halfway through Return of the Jedi cuddled together under both Superman capes.

When Jason’s birthday rolls around again, he’s surprised when Percy hands him a familiar looking box. He opens it, and instead of blue, purple, and pink, the cape he pulls out is striped with black, gray, white, and purple. Percy’s grin is so bright Jason can’t help but smile back. He unfurls it, and sees the Superman logo stitched into it, slightly neater than it was on his bi flag one. He hugs Percy then, and Percy hugs him back, whispering I love you, Superman, into the junction of Jason’s neck and shoulder. There’s a lot of kissing after that. Then, they end up curled in the corner of the couch, legs tangled together and Percy half on Jason’s lap. Jason has his newest cape wrapped around his shoulders, while Percy has taken the bi flag one, and the red one lays across their laps. They talk for hours, about everything and nothing, from some new designs Annabeth has been coming up with to which flavor of Starburst tastes the best. Jason isn’t sure exactly when they drift off, but the last thing he remembers is nuzzling into Percy’s hair and being hit with that sea breeze as if he’s actually sitting on the sand and looking out at the ocean itself, and a passing thought about how comfortable and perfect he feels wrapped up there with Percy and all of their capes.

anonymous asked:

Let Genos wear the oppai hoodie!!!!

YEAH, I’m honestly surprised Murata hasn’t doodled this yet; it’s such a simple, yet obvious thing! But his arms may not fit unless the sleeves are torn off too, so Saitama may not lend Genos some of his fav clothing that’d just get immediately ripped up, heh. :P Unless he finds a discount duplicate one for him to use~

Someone got this picture of me leaving pride last Saturday and honestly???? Mood. 


[x] - requested by anonymous

“Do I get to wear a cape that dramatically swishes around me, too?” you snickered as you watched Stephen’s cape swirl around him. Stephen shot you a look, and your smile faded.

“Do you want my help or not?” he asked, and you nodded solemnly. He nodded, a grin appearing on his face as he continued, “Good. Prepare to learn of powers you’ve never heard of before.”


anonymous asked:

Hyuk vampire au?? I can imagine him making so many vampire puns omfg

  • the most un-elegant vampire you’ve ever met in your life
  • like vampires are supposed to be mysterious and aloof and cold
  • hyuk??? no he’s a big giant memepire he’s like “hey im technically a vegetarian vampire so i can only suck the blood of cows who’ve been on an all grass feed diet!! geT IT BECAUSE IM A VEGETARIAN HAHAHA”
  • thinks the sleeping in coffins thing is stupid he’s like “first of all i might not be able to sleep but i enjoy a comfortable mattress thank you VEry Much!!!”
  • uses a toothpick to clean at his fangs while you’re trying to talk to him and you’re like jesus christ those are frightening and he’s like “yeah i know but my dentist says i gotta keep em clean.” and you’re like “……you see a dentist??” and hyuk’s like “yeah gosh vampires are humans too!!!!……..well no we’re not i see a vampire dentist listen it’s hard to explain.”
  • you found out about hyuk’s secret because he literally was like “im a vampire” on the first date after you meet him at like a shady club and you’re like “haha if you’re a vampire im a mermaid.” and he was like “WHAT SERIOUSLY” and you were like what no im joking aren’t you?? and hyuk was like no??? wanna see my fangs???
  • hakyeon was so mad when he found out hyuk told you so nonchalantly and hyuk with his arm around you was like “what, should i have waited until i got hungry and just bitten them to show them im a vampire??? gosh hyung you don’t know how relationships WORK.”
  • vampire hyuk dresses up as a vampire during halloween for the “irony” also because it’s the only night where he gets to wear a cape because he keeps arguing vampires should be allowed to wear capes like the used to and hakyeon is like: no

anonymous asked:

I just wonder, what happen if we try to date Saladin, do we get doggo pets?

“Shaxx!” Lord Saladin steps into the room. “What is the meaning of this?!” He gesture to the forced open door which was stuck on open and couldn’t close now.
“First our table and now the door.” Jarvis facepalm.
“Now we just need Zavala.” Apollo comment.

-Yes you do indeed get doggos. The doggos loves you and likes to lick your face, be on your lap and be petted.
-Doggos will also around you when you and Saladin sleep together and wake up, it’s hard to get up when the doggos don’t want to get off of you
-Kisses are short and sweet. A little peck here and there. A little smooch brings him a smile to his face.
-You get to wear that cape he’s always wearing. It makes a good blanket. He admit it looks good on you.
-He knows how to dance, no not those dances that the guardians do, simple dances like the Waltz. The two of you just moving to the soft music under the dark blue sky.
-Taking walks with the doggos. Just talking about different subjects while enjoying each other presences.
-Holding hands is his favorite thing to do, since it lets him know you’re here for him
-If he can make Iron Lord armors he sure as hell makes you gifts make of Iron. Iron jewelry and sculptures for example.
-Sipping hot drinks together while snuggling together in the cold weather
-His hands on you waist, putting his forehead against you. He’s so glad to have you in his life.
-Says ‘Darling’ and ‘My Fire’
-When his fire put out you’re always there to light it again.

Pyrruby Fanfic Ideas I'm Never Getting To

•AU where Pyrrha and Ruby have a Let’s Play channel
•Pyrrha meeting Ruby’s dad/Ruby meeting Pyrrha’s parent(s)
•Pyrrha and Ruby watch a fireworks show and Ruby says something cheesy
•Ruby trying to propose to Pyrrha but other ships’ shenanigans keep getting in the way
•Pyrrha wanting to propose to Ruby, but thinking her fame and reputation will pressure her into saying yes even if she isn’t ready
•Pyrruby wedding without chaos
•Pyrruby wedding where everything goes wrong
•Pyrrha and Ruby go on a hunt together
•Ruby talking to Yang about her and Pyrrha adopting a baby, but it turns out they’re just getting a puppy
•Ruby talking to Yang about her and Pyrrha adopting a baby, and it’s an actual baby
•First Anniversary (Dating or Married)
•One of them dies during a job and the other blames themselves
•One is dying of a terminal illness and the other is sad because they can’t do anything to stop it
•Pyrrha freaking out because Ruby hasn’t spoke to her all day, so she thinks she made her mad. But Ruby was just jinxed.
•Pyrrha getting caught wearing Ruby’s cape
•Anything remotely above pg13 for these two

The purr-fect model

I wrote this today, thinking about Chat making noises and Adrien making those noises.  So here, have another fluffy and cute story


“Thanks for taking me up on my offer, Marinette.”  Adrien lounged in her chair, watching her scurry around the room.

“I uh yeah!” She stammered at him, wanting to hit her head against the wall until she could stop being so unstable around him.  “You modeling the clothes I’m making for the design contest?  Of course!”  She beamed at him with an armful of fabric.

“What was the theme?”  He asked her without changing his position much, “and will your dad bring us cookies again?” He did sit up a little at that hopeful question.

Marinette laughed.  “Yes he will, and this theme is superheroes. We have to make something inspired by our favorite hero.” Her smile softened as she thought of Chat Noir.  “And I know exactly who my favorite is.”

“Oh?” He leaned forward, “Who is your favorite?  Is it Ladybug?”

“No, no.  I like her a lot, but-”

“Ah, a fictional character then.” He nodded in what appeared to be self-congratulation, “So, spill the beans, do I get to wear a cape?”

“Nope,” She grinned cheekily at him.  “Chat Noir is my favorite.  I’ve made a mask and added ears on a top hat…” she trailed off at the inscrutable expression on his face.  “What?  I thought you liked Chat Noir?  You once asked me if I thought he was cool?”

“Well he is,” Adrien sounded unsure of his words, “But are you sure you want to model your work off of his suit?  There’s so many things you could have done with a Ladybug theme.  He’s cool, but she’s much more amazing.”

Marinette shook her head, “They’re a team.  I think they’re both equally amazing, though Chat has pulled her out of some really tough binds.”

Adrien stood up and started pacing, “Yeah well, she’s done the same to him.  She reminds him every time when his ring is about to,” he looked like he was going to say something and then changed his mind, “spill the beans.”

“You’re awful defensive of her,” Marinette said, setting the clothes on the bed, “Why is that?”

Adrien blushed to the tips of his ears and her heart made a funny flopping beat, “I’m… I’m in love with Ladybug,” He confessed.  “She’s the most incredible person I’ve ever seen, and I know that sounds silly for someone that I don’t know their real name,” He stopped and looked at her, “Isn’t it?”

Marinette swallowed hard and took a deep breath as she squared herself for this conversation.  “I don’t think it’s silly.  Really.  I also think the next time you see her, you should tell her how you feel.  After she’s done fighting.” Marinette laughed, “Her answer might surprise you and you never know til you try.” She took his hands in hers with a sudden surge of Ladybug’s bravery.  Then she heard a peculiar rhythmic cyclic noise, almost like a motor.

“Thank you, Marinette.” Adrien squeezed her hands and she felt that rumble in his hands and she stared up at him, aghast to realize he was purring.

She swallowed heavily and forced herself to look into those too green eyes and, “You’re purring.”  The words slipped out of her before she could stop herself.

The sound cut off abruptly and he stared at her in horror before he tried to bolt for the door.  She caught his arm and he stared back at her in half shock and half panic.

“It’s ok,” she said, “Its ok.”  She laughed and there was a bit of hysteria in it.  “They told us not to tell, but nothing against saying we couldn’t figure it out ourselves.”

When he stared at her without saying anything she thought she’d blown the whole thing and then she was in his arms and he was holding her like a drowning man to a life-raft. “I love you.” He breathed over her ear and she felt her knees go weak as that rumbling purr vibrated between them.

“I love you too,” She said into his. Then she laughed.  “Well, haven’t we been just a little bit silly.”

He pulled back, frowning slightly, “What do you mean?”

“I mean, that you’ve been flirting with me as Chat and I’ve never even considered that you were serious because I’ve been trying to get you to pay attention to me as Adrien.” She giggled and hugged him close.

“Ah, yes,” he buried his face in her shoulder.  “Yes.  Definitely silly.”


one tree hill » Get Cape. Wear Cape. Fly

“Quentin Fields was a basketball player. He was also a son, a brother, somebody’s teammate, somebody’s friend. I didn’t know Quentin Fields, and I guess now I never will. Did you ever wonder what it would be like if you weren’t you anymore? If you were suddenly gone, how would your world react? Whatever you imagined is wrong. There’s nothing romantic about death. Grief is like the ocean. It’s deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night.”