Headcanon that they actually do sell Eraserhead merchandise, even though Aizawa isn’t all too happy about it. But underground hero or not, he has gathered at least a little fanbase, and there are being toy googles looking like his or scarfs similar to his “weapon” being sold.
Aizawa may or may not come to terms with that merchandise a little bit more when one day, he and his class are going shopping and when he turns around - having let the kids out of his sight only for a few seconds - he is greeted with the sight of twenty children wearing yellow Eraserhead-goggles and scarfs and posing, reciting things like “No good hero is a one trick phony” or “Logical ruse, guys!”
Aizawa nearly freaking loses it, very uncharacteristically for him, when he gets to witness the kids putting one pair of goggles on Toshinori’s head and the retired hero merrily joining in on their “cosplay”.
He does take pictures of those clowns pretending to be him, though all the while swearing that Mic will not get to see those.
After a round of some very simple communication, Stan manages to convey that he is quite proficient in mechanics, but to his disappointment it wasn’t with much kindness that he was offered a job by this alien, it was for more labor with little to no pay. But as far as he cares at the moment it’s better than being stuck out in the multiverse with nothing to his name, fairing only a little better than he was on Earth before this catastrophe.
gible: goggles, two head blade thingys, darker markings, longer tail
Okay, now what do you have to do to win one of these cuties ?
You have to draw a final evolution for the pokemon you want, and the one I like the most, wins that pokemon !
This isn’t so much about drawing skill, but design, so don’t be afraid to enter even if you’re not that confident in your drawing ability ! Just try to do justice to their flygon genes !
The contest ends on 5/26, and I will be announcing winners shortly after !
To enter, please post your entry as a separate post(as in, not a reblog) before 26th of may, and tag it with [#flygondailygiveaway and #flygondailygiveaway*pokemon you are entering for*] so if I would draw an entry for the goomy, I’d tag it with [#flygondailygiveaway #flygondailygiveawaygoomy]. This helps me find entries for specific pokemon !
You can enter for as many of these ‘mons as you like, but I’m not giving more than one to one person, so i’m just going to pick my favorite design!
Reblogs are appreciated so more people can see this and enter the giveaway contest!
Word count: 944
Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader
Raring: M- SMUT
A/N: I’m so sorry it took forever, but here! I know it’s not the best but it’s finally up!
The two had been together for a while now. Almost a year to be exact. The tension between the two was growing stronger as the days went by. Yet, even with being legally adults, the two never got the chance to do anything, let alone be alone together.
Peter draped his arm over my side as we walked down the hallway of Xavier’s school. “Class treat you well today, babe?” He asked, his Goggles sitting on his head lopsided. I nodded and grinned at the silver haired boy. “Pretty good, Hank decided to set up a new course for us at the end of this semester… It’s kind of funny” I raised my hand and fixed his Goggles. “Oh, really? What is it?” Peter asked as we made our way to the school yard. “Sexual education and I think it’s 99% because of us” I replied at the fact it was true. That ,and Scott and Jean were getting pretty close.
Peter scoffed as we sat down at an empty picnic table, dropping our bags. “Seriously… Man we’re legal. I’m old enough to know how to put it in-” “DON’T FINISH THAT SENTENCE, KURT IS BEHIND YOU” Jubilee interrupted and sat down beside us - actually, in between us. Probably because Charles put her and the rest of our friends up to keeping Peter and I separated. Peter frowned and stood up. “Babe, want to go get food with me?” He asked, obvious excuse to find a way alone.
I was quick to follow behind him, we went walking down toward his room. “You know, we don’t even have to have sex, right? We could just go to that carnival that you like so much” Peter looked at me from the corner of his eye. I nodded. “Of course I know that but the most you’ve actually gotten to do was finger me and that was on the bus. I just want to be with you in any way we possibly ever could” I spoke softly and shrugged. We stopped at his door and he was fast to pin me in against the inside of it. His lips found mine and he pressed needy kisses to my lips. I inhaled, taking in all of this scent. He smelt so beautiful.
Much to our dismay, we heard an all too familiar BAMF and Peter sighed in hysteria, pulling away. “Really, Kurt? Man this sucks” Peter looked at he blue mutant who was grinning sheepishly. “I zhought I should finish my homevork”. Peter rolled his eyes and in a rush we were in an entirely new surrounding. A closet.
“If we can’t get privacy in my room, we’ll get it here” he began to press those needy and list filled kisses to my lips and trailed down. His hand began to move lower to my hips and he kissed down my neck, to my collarbone and stopped. “Can we?” He asked softly and I immediately knew what he meant. I want to. I really want to. “We can get caught, Peter…” I trailed off, not entirely sure I wanted Peters father or anyone else to find Peter getting off inside of me. He grinned at me and held up a silver packet. A condom. Of course he would. “That’s the best thing about it! If we get caught, there’s always that thrill that we proved them wrong that we did get to have sex again” peter pressed his lips to my nose and waited. I nodded slowly.
Within a second or two we were both entirely naked and Peter was rolling on a condom. He pumped himself and looked at me before teasingly running his shaft up and down my slit. I whimpered out and glared at him. “We don’t have time for foreplay”. Peter chuckled at my hiss. “Of course we don’t. I just like teasing you” Peter lowly pushed himself inside of me until he completely bottomed out, the awkward dull pain between my hips was back from not having him in such a long time. “You okay? You’re making hat face again” he was looking at me seriously this time and he rubbed my cheek softly. “No. I swear, you better not stop” I stated.
I felt Peter roll his hips before pulling out and sliding back into my heat very slowly, then repeating. The face he was making was pure concentration. It was more than likely he was struggling to go slow instead of fast like he’s used to. I kissed his neck and shoulder. “You can move faster, I’m not made of glass”. “ I know I just don’t want to risk hurting my baby girl” Peter said and he started to move in a little faster, but not much. We both let out small moans and gasps.
Not long after, the sound of our skin was the only think audible. That’s a lie. We were loud. Peter was pounding into me and groaning loud, both of us chasing our orgasms. I felt that familiar tightness in my lower region and let go instantly, a heat and lightheadedness washing over me, my vision blurry. Feeling Peter release info the condom with a loud moan, I heard him giggle. “What?” I asked. “You squirted”. I felt my cheeks get hotter than there was before.
“Okay, fun is up. My office now” Professor Xavier’s voice calls from the opposite side of the door. I heard Erik and Raven mumble something and them walking off, I stared at Peter with wide eyes. He smirked and sat up. “What can I say? You tempted me, and it’s totally worth whatever we have to do now”.
Request: “modern au where reader and ben are always
bickering whenever they see each other and then one day a fire breaks out in
chemistry class and when ben notices reader isn’t in the field he runs back in
for her bc he’s a fucking softie who fell for her but didn’t want to admit it
to himself so he’d just fight with her omg”
Ben Solo x Reader
A smile plastered
itself onto your lips, the 100 jumping off your laptop screen and straight to
your ego. You had worked hard for that mark, and now that you knew what your
final score was for Chemistry, you were filled with relief and a sense of
triumph that had been trailing you all throughout the year. The skies
automatically seemed clearer, the bell chiming sounding like heavenly choirs
singing. Your results for all your classes had been progressively released
during the day, this week being one of concluding and saying your final
goodbyes to your AP subjects. The last week of your last year, and nothing
could bring down your elated mood.
everything apart from the nightmare dressed in a black leather jacket and a
crooked smile, waltzing down the hallway with his bag lazily strung over his
shoulder. Ben Solo had been hit with a major growth spurt last year, and ever
since, he was a block of solid mass. You thanked whatever gods out there that
he didn’t like picking on you in any way other than verbal. You promptly
twirled on your heel, eager to escape his looming presence until your eventual
meeting in Chemistry. But of course he had to step in front of you, his arm now
resting against your locker, cornering you.
Summary: Bruce gets caught talking to himself by a curious Dick Grayson
Bruce Wayne had learned to ignore many things in the few years since he’d become Batman. Initial irrigations had even turned to comforting reminders. The chill of the cave was a welcome shock that helped his brain transition from Bruce to vigilante. The long drive from the manor to Gotham proper had turned into a time to plan instead of wasted minutes. And the bats. Chattering. Flapping. Swooping when he was least expecting them. They’d become a welcome presence alongside him. Their noise the background to his work. Their rare visible presence a constant reminder of vigilance.
He had never considered them as companions to speak to. They were only bats, after all.
They had never answered his muttered musings to himself or offered up answers to questions not sent their way. His hushed tone had grown over time to conversational, as he worked out plans, walked mentally through crime scenes, and picked apart toxins. They were much like walls in the way that they soaked up his words and kept them tightly as their own.
He was sure that things would have gone along that way for years longer if a small, ever-curious boy had not entered his life. Dick was always asking questions. Most of which Bruce had ready answers for. Their subjects those that (most of the time) were enriching to his young ward’s mind.
It had been years since Bruce had to curtail his habits to anyone other than Alfred. He’d developed a public persona with strict rules and guidelines for when he was at Wayne Enterprises or public events, and the hours he put in as Batman were done as a man far removed from the man he was in the sun. His home self, the man who was neither smile nor mask was free of those restrictions. Free to frown, and rub his forehead, to be frustrated or pleasantly amused by the misplacing of his favorite book, and yes he was free to talk to himself.
“If I clip that wire, and solder it here the whole thing will run a lot faster.” He said, his hands already angling the wire clipper towards the blue line. “Then if I just–”
Hi! Lately I'm seeing a lot of theories that Destiel is canon but only from Castiel's side and it makes me really sad :(( What is your opinion? Do you agree with this?
Hellooo! :) Aww please don’t be sad! *hugs*
Look, in all fairness, as you might know I’m not Team ‘I think Destiel will go explicitly canon on the show’. :p
To clear that up; that has everything to do with the decisions I think the producers/showrunners/writers will make in the end, and nothing much with me thinking that it ‘isn’t there’ or that the ship lacks the building up to it or the potential in general.
In fact, Destiel is so close to canon already that probably one or two well written episodes with some simple (even if very subtle) gestures would be enough to pull it off. Like, it needs zero effort at this point to make it believable to anyone who doesn’t have heteronormativity goggles glued to their head, or isn’t blinded by extreme hatred towards even the possibility of a romantic relationship between the two of them.
But I think we also have to consider the type of people they are. Wearing his heart on his sleeve; ever since Cas learned how to feel and love, that has been his thing. He doesn’t feel bad or weird about saying it as it is, showing his emotions, in a way that is often almost blunt. That goes for the good and the bad. Even back in season 9, we see this. “I always appreciate our talks and our time together,” he randomly tells Dean as if it’s nothing, even though Dean would never say something like that (even though it might as well be platonic) unless he’s on the verge of dying.
And it’s always been like that; Castiel bluntly says what he thinks, whether it’s good or bad, and then there is Dean who avoid emotions (and mostly talking about said emotions) like it’s the plague, especially when it’s positive emotions/signs of affection.
Which is why I think that for Castiel; by now he’s able to properly communicate his feelings in both words and actions, and having never done this before in like the ten million years that he’s existed, there is little to no nuance to it, so to speak. He’s in that stage of ‘jeez, tell us what you really think’, and he has no shame there. :p But then there is Dean, and for him we have to mostly make do with seeing it in his actions, instead of him just saying it like that, whether it is to Cas or others outside of their relationship. Burying his emotions and what he feels is pretty much his default setting (even though he’s slowly learning), but I feel like his actions do definitely show what his words can’t quite tell us.
We do see it often though, every time when we see the blatant difference between how Sam acts when something is wrong with Cas, versus how Dean acts when something is wrong with Cas. They’re all supposed to be good buddies, but there still is a significant difference between how Dean treats Cas versus how Sam does. And that has nothing to do with their difference in personality; if it did, Sam would be equally affected, if not more.
Like in 9x03 when Sam is a bit shocked, but Dean goes completely berserk when he thinks Cas is dying. Or 11x18, when Sam keeps his cool but Dean can’t and is heartbroken when he tries to free Cas from Lucifer. Or the entirety of season 11 for that matter, where Dean constantly pines and Sam makes sure if ‘he’s okay’. It’s not a matter of the both of them comforting each other about Cas being possessed, it’s always Sam comforting Dean.
I could give you a hundred more examples but this is already getting long. :p
But I guess what I am trying to say is; if any Destiel is going to be in there at all, I don’t think it’ll be like this. I feel like either they will keep it ambiguous from both sides (most likely), or at least make sure to avoid ‘the gay’ altogether if they don’t want it being part of the show. Besides, Dean’s never been shown to have feelings that profound towards anyone outside of Sam (whom he practically raised, so they have the relationship as deep as a parent would have with a child, which nothing could compete with), and the effort that he’s put into his supposed ‘love interests’ is almost laughable if you compare it to his relationship with Cas and the lengths to which he goes for him.
Dean might be showing his feelings in a different way, but I don’t think they’re inferior to Cas’ feelings, if it makes you feel any better.
hey yall I just wanted you all to know that I started watching RWBY because my friend was begging me to, and it’s nice. Neptune is my favorite.
Neptune on the outside: I’m so cool. (sparkles)
Neptune on the inside: (anxiety screaming and crying) I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I’M DOING, WHY DO I HAVE GOGGLES ON MY HEAD??? THEY LOOK COOL I GUESS??? CAN I REALLY PULL OFF BLUE HAIR??? OH MY GOSH SOMEONE HELP ME-
(Hi I literally started squealing in the middle of class when you replied but I’m the girl who asked if I could submit a lil’ Peter m imagine so here it is, I would love if you gave me some pointers bc I’m thinking of starting up an imagine blog soon. Hope you like it!:)) -Els xx
Stolen Records // Peter Maximoff
Peter grunted in irritation as he ran a hand through his damp platinum hair and placed his goggles firmly on his head. Having a mutation that gets you anywhere in a matter of seconds sure did have it’s perks, but the downside was that Peter got absolutely soaked if it was raining on his weekly trip to his favourite place on Earth.
He sighed as he scanned the old fashioned record store that he had visited every Sunday night since he was 11 years old before sauntering over to the corner of the store where an old rusty sign hung on the wall read ‘rock and punk.’ If you had never visited the store before, you wouldn’t have been able to make out exactly what the battered sign read. but Peter knew this shop like the back of his hand and had been stealing old records from it for years.
He ran his fingers over the countless records lined upon shelves and in boxes as he scuffed his silver boots against the ugly brown flooring that only made the shop look more authentic, humming along to the pop song that was quietly playing in the background. He looked towards the cashier desk at the other end of the room to find it vacant. God, they were practically asking for him to steal from them.
Peter smiled as he came across a shelf labelled ‘Pink Floyd,’ picking up a record that looked unfamiliar to him and studying the front cover, admiring the artwork for a moment until he heard a loud crashing coming from a few isles away. Suddenly, a girl with y/h/c hair popped up from the metal and country isle, cursing loudly and running a hair through her hair.
It was like Peter was in a trance, he had never came across anyone quite as captivating as you and was immediately mesmerised the moment your eyes met his before you quickly looked away and began picking up the records that were scattered on the floor.
He smirked, tucking the record under his jacket and sped over to you. the lanky teenager leaned on one of the shelves and crossed his arms, taking in your appearance and biting the pink skin of his bottom lip. You weren’t even wearing anything particularly fancy, just a pair of baggy jeans with more rips than he could count and a black shirt tucked into them, the name of the store plastered on the front of it in bold letters.
‘You gonna help me out here or just stand there checking me out, silver boy?’ You looked up at him from your spot on the floor as you placed the dropped records in their correct shelves. Peter smirked at your nickname for him and kneeled on the floor next to you, picking up a few records and arranging them in alphabetical order before placing them on the shelves.
'I haven’t seen you around here before, you new? I’m Peter, Peter Maximoff.’ He smiled, extending his long pale arm, you shook his hand before turning back to the shelves. You were smaller up close, but no less beautiful, he thought.
'I’m an intern.’ You paused for a moment, 'You gonna pay for that, Mr. Maximoff?’ You asked, motioning to the record that was slightly peaking out from under his jacket, Peter blushed for a moment before gaining his composure.
You stood up and brushed the dust from your jeans and sighed 'Well, Peter. I’m Y/n and you can leave now, I can handle this on my own, but thanks for the help. And put the record back unless you’re going to pay for it.’
The silver haired boy frowned, trying to think of a way that he could see you again. He didn’t think he could stand the thought of only being able to see you once a week when he zoomed in to get his records, He had only known you for a few solid minutes and he was already a goner.
'I’ll tell you what, I’ll buy the record. But on one condition.’ He said walking towards you, he almost looked intimidating, his tall lean frame towering over you. Almost. 'Come on a date with me,’ he breathed out, it was almost as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
'What if I don’t want to come on a date with you? I could outrun you, you know.’
'Sweets, I really don’t think you could.’ He snickered, as if he knew something you didn’t, you screwed your face up at his cockiness.
You thought for a moment, debating whether to agree to Peter’s proposition, 'Ugh, fine! One date, but that’s it.’ You sighed, deciding that you didn’t want to get fired when you had only had this job for a few weeks, and besides, Peter wasn’t that bad looking, but you’d never admit that to him. He seemed like he had a big enough ego. You pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from your pocket and began scribbling down your number before handing it to him.
'Thanks, babe. I’ll see you soon’ He winked and pushed his hair back before throwing you a 10 dollar bill and a goofy grin, and just like that, he was gone.
Okay but Bodhi Rook who is aggressively allergic to pollen??
- Loves flowers but if he even gets near one for even a minute while its pollinating his eyes explode and his throat ceases to exist
- Desperately needs to take allergy medicine but he has a lot of things to do so he froggets sometimes!!
- Luckily he has his pilot™ goggles on his head so he just wears them around all the time outside and Cassian “mysteriously” happens to keep a bag of the space equivalent of cough drops at all times after Bodhi says they help if he forgets his medicine so he’s mostly protected from danger™
- Cassian dies inside everytime because when Bodhi wears goggles his eYES LOOK EVEN BIGGER and the goggles™ aren’t only impacting him when he sees him outside; when they’re inside and bodhi takes them off he has those red goggle marks under his eyes and for a few minutes he blinks blearily a lot to adjust his vision and hes so endearing Cassian is about to cry
- Cassian dies even more inside but not in the fun Bodhi-induced way™ because Chirrut keeps shooting him The Smile and insisting they all sit outside because outside in the springtime is when the Force is strongest and Jyn thinks its funny to crowd the lunch table so that Cassian and Bodhi are always sitting next to each other and sometimes Baze likes to help her with it and depending on his mood its in a less obnoxious or more obnoxious way than Jyn’s and K2 suddenly decides he needs an “oil bath” (which K2 hates) every time he and Bodhi and Cassian are all alone together or randomly leave Cassian and come back with Bodhi, saying very loudly, “he broods less when you’re around”
- In short: Bodhi wears goggles to help with his allergies in the spring and consequently Cassian’s gay blooms in the spring