You know what I miss in Doctor Who and hope to come back when the next Doctor arrives? The Doctor being heroic, compassionate, and apologising sincerely for something that goes bad or any dark actions or errors he makes. 11 and 12 often act casually when people die and even be a bit rude about it. I know we all love a dark Doctor and the Doctor knows that he can't save everyone but I don't know, I just miss his more selfless and sympathetic nature. :)
Same. This was what I liked so much about Nine and Ten. Yes, they struggled sometimes because the Doctor is a flawed character who has lots of negative traits within him, but they were always ultimately called out by the narrative for acts of cruelty or selfishness, and were shown to be heroes by small acts rather than huge gestures. For example, in Ten’s final episodes (I know people have mixed thoughts about those), although Ten does a load of heroic stuff there and the Time Lords are there, and the Master, the ACTUAL heroic act of the episode is when he steps into that radiation chamber for Wilfred. He is scared and he wants to live but he gives up his life for a little old man because it’s the right thing to do.
Remember when Nine wanted to torture the Dalek in Series One? He was called out by Rose and the narrative for being just like them, for being no better than the Daleks themselves. The hero was Rose for showing compassion and empathy, and the Doctor was shown to learn from her example and change his own ways.
Dick: Flynn Rider (flirty, hawt, charming, nice butt, sarcastic, has almost died several times, orphan, has a thing for a certain hair color, gets made fun of for his name, sneaky, hides feelings with humor)
Jason: Aladdin (street rat, doesn’t listen to authority, protects kids, good at stealing things, witty, wore a vest, wound up hanging with rich people, feminist, strange friends)
Tim: Eric (pretty blue eyes, pure, isn’t fazed by weird stuff, heroic, my fave, always rich, depressed sometimes, has a British butler, doesn’t do what he’s told)
Duke: Kristoff (sarcastic, doesn’t get rich people, orphan, loner, has issues with authority, a realist, adopted by a super weird family, doesn’t know what’s going on most of the time)
Damian: Beast (cuddly, will fight everyone, no friends besides maybe two people, lonely, scary smiles, rude child, not a people person)
The Ultimate Percy Jackson Characterization Masterpost
Because I have been talking about this for months and a lot of other people have too, but it’s disjointed. I want to compile it, since his mischaracterization breaks my heart and makes me want to scream with rage. Please add if you think of something I didn’t! I’m also starting the tag “#percy jackson defense squad”, so feel free to start dumping your salt and rage and theories and ideas in there because I wanna hear them!
Trigger warnings for mentions of suicidal thoughts, sexual abuse, child abuse, and domestic violence.
Summary: Spiderman gets in a little bit of trouble, and he just doesn’t know if he was going to survive, until someone steps in.
Just a cute little imagine for you (Just kidding it isn’t little it's’ almost 3000 words I am so sorry I need to need to be stopped) Anyways I hope you like it and omg Tom Holland stop being so cute. Anyways I hope you enjoy!
Peter woke up with the worst headache in the world and had no idea where he was waking up too. The city sirens rang in the background and the cool lights shined and blinded his vision. He groaned and tried to get up, but a sharp pain stopped him in the stomach. It wasn’t until he felt his whole body ache did he notice that there was a pair of cold, delicate hands hovering over his stomach did he notice that someone else was with him. He tried to get up from the floor, but the hands laid a wet tissue that stung his cuts.
“Oh, what are you doing to me?” Peter complained as he fully came through. He looked at the kind face that tended to his wounds. He noticed that his costume shirt was off, mainly to tend to the wounds on his stomach, but it seems his savior has kept on his face mask. The lady looked up at him and smiled. She looked about the same age as Peter, but she had the kindest and most playful eyes he has ever witnessed. “Looks like Spiderman has gotten in a big boy fight, hasn’t he?” The girl teased as she took out a large bandage for one of the scrapes on his body. Peter smirked under the mask.
The 9th Time(which doesn’t count because Obi-Wan was trying to save Anakin in the first place). This is heavily referenced from here. I saw it and decided a Star Wars version needs to exist hence I drew this.
Can you do an imagine where one of the boys,(whoever you want) finds like a secret stash of pictures or like a photo album dedicated to the accomplishments of them as their superhero identity? Does this make sense?
@batman-robin I hope this is what you meant by your request. I did it based on my Jay-Bear and I tried really hard on this at 12:16 in the morning. I hope you like it!!
“Hey Y/N. Have you seen my black boots anywhere?”
You were too busy in the shower to actually look for his boots for him so you went ahead and yelled back at him. “They’re under the bed Jason.”
“I already looked under the bed hun.” he replied, looking under the bed again.
“Well maybe you didn’t look hard enough…” you mumbled under your breath.
“What was that sweet cheeks?”
“Uhh…I said I’ll be out in a minute to help you look for them.”
“Yea. That’s what I thought you said.”
You rolled your eyes as you rinsed the rest of the soap off of your body. You and Jason have been dating for over a year now and you guys have been living together for over 3 months. It’s been pretty good, considering the fact that Jason has been working night shifts from his job. You never noticed how many times he gets hurts on his job, with the amount of times he comes home bruised and bloody. You are concerned. Hell, you were just flat out worried. You don’t say anything though.If he’s happy, then you are happy. Besides, you have your own little hobby after he leaves for work.
You grab your (f/c) towel and wrap it around you. You then walk into the bedroom to help Jason look for his shoes. “Alright Jason. Last time I saw them, they were under the bed. So unless they got up and walked themselves straight out of that door, they have to be under the bed.”
Jason didn’t say anything to you when you walked in. You thought it was strange because Jason is NEVER quiet. EVER.
“Jason? Are you alright?”
That is when you saw it. Your little “hobby” that you have worked hard on for almost a year. It was your box. And inside that box, there were photos. Not just any photos. Photos of the vigilante himself, Red Hood. Every night, you would go out and look for the Red Hood. where ever he was, just to snap a photo of him. Whether it was fighting a bad guy or protecting a citizen, you were there with your camera getting every heroic deed. And now your boyfriend has found your little secret.
He looked at you with questioning eyes and all you could do was shrug. “You mind explaining these?”
You walked over your drawer and pulled out some underwear. “Where should I begin?”
“The beginning would be fine.”
You sighed as you looked for your favorite pair of underwear. “I’ve been taking pictures of the Red Hood.”
“For how long?”
“A little over a year.” You found your underwear and pajamas and motioned with your finger to tell Jason to turn around. When he did, you proceeded dressing. “It was a little bit before we were dating.”
“I can see that.” He sat on the bed and looked at some more photos. When you were done dressing, you came to sit next to him and looked at the picture he was looking at.
“This one was one of my favorites.” You said, grabbing the picture from him. “He was saving a little girl from a burning building on this date. I think it was April 23rd.”
“Do you have a crush on the Red Hood or something?” he asked, getting tense.
You looked at him questioningly. “It’s not like I have a crush on him. I admire him. He does a lot of good for the city.”
“But you know he is a bad guy right?” he said, “He killed a lot of people, ruled over crime bosses. Hell, even almost killed Batman. How could you admire him.”
You shrugged again. “Yeah well, I only get the good shots of him. He still does good deeds. He’s like Batman, but not in way. Batman puts fear into his enemies but Red Hood does things that Batman won’t do. He also does some heroic stuff of his own, Jason. Sure he’s done a lot of wrong but…” You took another picture out of the box and showed it to Jason. It was a picture of him hugging the little girl. “…he does a lot of good for the city too. I admire him Jason. I really do. I hope one day I could meet hi-.”
Jason interrupted you with a kiss. It wasn’t his usual kiss that he gave you. This one was like a sigh of relief kind of kiss. You didn’t know why he would feel that way but you gladly took the kiss anyway and holding him tight.
“You know I think you are crazy right?” he replied after the kiss.
“You’re the crazy one if it gets you hot and bothered from me talking about another man.” you replied. You got up from the bed and headed towards the living room. “I’m gonna order a pizza for dinner and put Netflix on. That cool?”
He smirked. “Sounds like a perfect Netflix and Chill night.”
“Say that again and you won’t get any “chill” tonight.” you said, smacking your ass as you walked away towards the living room.
He looked at all the photos again as he put them all back into the box. He would tell you that he was Red Hood eventually, but right now he just wants you to be able to live a normal life. Though hearing you say all that stuff about him and how you admire him, makes him feel a little more better about himself.
“Damn I’m so photogenic. I beat Dick by a mile. Can’t wait to tell him this.” He put the box under the bed and headed towards the living room with you.
A/N: Heyyy guys long time no see? Yes, writing this latest chapter was like wresting a rattlesnake while balancing a few ceramic plates on top of my head, but here it is! Plus I already started working on the new one, so hopefully it’ll be out relatively soon. In the meantime, enjoy this small detour before the plot rears its ugly head again.
Dipper tore his eyes away from the book he was reading to stare at Wendy in mute horror. She was glancing from the corner of her eye at Bill, who had taken the opportunity to rearrange all the snow globes on the shelves as a petty way to spite Grunkle Stan. Why they even let Bill into the gift shop was anyone’s guess. So far, all he managed to do was to scare away customers and give everyone a headache. No one recognized him so far, which was a good thing, but most of these people were just passing through the town anyway, and had no idea about the disaster that took place last summer.
Wendy had just come back from a hiking vacation with her family, and since nobody expected her to be back so soon, they had no idea what to do with Bill. Dipper assumed they would have to tell her eventually, seeing how she was a regular employee, and was definitely smart enough to connect the dots by herself at some point. Better to warn her ahead of time than to wait until she dragged in an exorcist or something. Not that Dipper though it would work. At all.
But Hearing his past crush call the devil in disguise “cute” was something vaguely traumatic. And it showed, because Wendy suddenly looked concerned. “Hey Dipper, are you okay? You look like you’ve just seen Stan in his underwear again.”
laurel: *calls Oliver out on his bullshit, does heroic stuff to help people despite Oliver wanting to keep her safe, and ones up Oliver*
0licity fandom: ERHmaGAWd, she is SoOO disrespectful - THIS is OLIbluR’S shoW!
felicity: *completely disrespects oliver, berates him with insults towards his path to change and who he is, talks shit about him to the team and to his face and does things behind his back for her own benefit*
0licity fandom: what a strong woman, they are my OTP, see she is so perfect for him.
Gratuitous Dad Might feelings, set during Izuku’s training. Enjoy!
“Hey All Might, I’ve got a question.”
All Might quirked an eyebrow, his skeletal face drawn, just
a bit more open in curiosity. He dug his palm into the mealy beach sand and
leaned on it, closer now to Izuku sitting beside him.
“About just…being a hero, I guess.” Izuku shrugged, eyes
forward. “As a day-to-day thing, that I can’t figure out just by studying
interviews and reading articles. The…non-heroic stuff.” He pooled his hands in
his lap. His skin had crusted with dried sweat and ocean brine. The training
had lapsed him into a meditative calm. He faced the water as he spoke, sun
dipping lower along the skyline.
All Might shrugged too. He hunched his shoulders a bit and
watched the sunset. “Being a hero isn’t different from being a normal adult, my
boy. I pay taxes, I grocery shop… I do laundry sometimes.” He shot a sidelong
glance to Izuku. “Heroes do get to live normal lives outside their heroic
deeds, if that has you worried.”
Izuku shook his head, breath held, body tense. “I don’t…think
so, All Might. Not the heroes I’ve studied. Not even you.”
All Might offered a gruff noise. A breeze off the water
caught his hair, fanning it back behind his head. “I assure you I do do
laundry. I watch television. I even vacuum, if you can believe it.”
Izuku shook his head again, more insistent this time. “No…that’s
not what I mean. I don’t mean ‘Do heroes do chores?’ I mean…bigger things. All
the important milestones in most people’s lives. They’re different.”
“You’re going to have to explain, my boy. I don’t follow.”
Izuku flinched, flushing red. He sat up straight and pressed
his hands together. When he spoke, his words clipped together. “I mean I don’t
mean to be invasive I’d never consider putting you on the spot
“Out with it, Midoriya.”
“You don’t have a family!” Izuku answered, hot and fervent.
His eyes widened, as if suddenly aware of his own words. “Not…just you. No
hero. None of them. I’ve studied so many and yet…there’s no one.”