i got lots of ideas

anonymous asked:

I can help with the Host!! I'm an author too so we have that in common!! I've got lots of story ideas to share with him!!

I think he’d like that. Just someone to talk to rather than other Dark!Boys. No doubt you’ll find him in the library 

Soulmate AU Masterlist

Tattoos or Marks

  • Red tallies appear for every person you’ve loved, black for every person you’ve loved that has died, and a white tally for when you meet your soulmate (Credit to Quinn Anderson - Please check with her about using this)
  • A mark that matches, sometimes like a puzzle piece to someone else, and grows hotter the closer they are to you
  • You have a tattoo of what your soulmate is most passionate about
  • You have a tattoo of the first words they say to you
  • You have a tattoo of how old you both are when you meet
  • Changing tattoo that tells you the coordinates of where your soulmate is
  • Tree tattoo that changes with the seasons, but blooms pink in spring instead of white if you met your soulmate
  • Identical tattoos or birthmarks
  • Incomplete tattoos that complete themselves on your skin when you meet the person with the rest of your tattoo
  • Tattoos that change colour depending on what your soulmate is feeling

Eyes

  • Heterochromia - you have one eye of your soulmates eye colour and when you meet you get your own eye colour instead of having two different eye colours.
  • You only see in black and white until you meet your soulmate
  • Reverse black and white where you give up seeing colour when you meet your soulmate
  • You only see in black and white until you touch your soulmate
  • You only see in the different shades of your soulmates eye colour until you meet them
  • You can’t see the colour of your soulmates eye colour until you meet them
  • You see colour the first time you hear your soulmates voice directly and the colour spills from their lips

Ears

  • You can hear your soulmates voice in your head, but only when they sing
  • The secondary voice in your head is your soulmate speaking
  • You can speak once you meet your soulmate
  • You can hear once you meet your soulmate (the first thing you hear is their voice)

Time & Age

  • When you reach 18 you stop aging until you meet your soulmate
  • Watch countdown to when you’ll meet your soulmate
  • Reverse countdown, your clock counts up and freezes when you meet
  • You have a clock on your body that tells you what time it is where your soulmate is, it changes colour when they get closer to you

Body or Hair

  • At new years on midnight for a single minute you possess your soulmates body
  • Your chest glows when you look them in the eyes
  • Marks on your soulmate appear on your own body
  • You have your soulmate’s hair colour on a stripe at your wrist, when they dye or chance their hair colour the stripe changes
  • If you change your hair colour, your soulmates changes to the same colour (your hair goes to it’s natural colour when your soulmates does)
  • When you change your hair colour, your soulmates eyes change to that colour
  • You and your soulmate share all physical senses (I.E pain, heat, pleasure, etc…)

Other

  • Red sting to connect soulmates
  • Your soulmate is the only person you remember from your past life
  • Everyone is given a journal that they can use to write to their soulmate
  • When you sleep, if your soulmate is awake you can see what they’re doing
  • You dream your soulmate, but very basically (such as their silhouette or the view of their back) 
  • Telepathy soulmates
  • Sharing skills and talents with your soulmate
  • When your soulmate eats something you crave what they’re eating
  • When your soulmate cries you cry
  • When you kiss your soulmate for the first time your entire body glows

I got a lot of ideas from this post so I recommend you check that one out too!

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The first time Damian had a nightmare in front of Dick they were still getting started as Batman and Robin. Dick didn’t hesitate a moment when he heard his little brother’s distress. He slid into bed next to Damian ignoring Tim’s voice in his head chanting how dangerous Damian was and pulled the boy close to him. Because that’s what Damian was. A little boy terrified in the night, and Dick knew exactly what to do. He sung quietly until Damian fell back into a deep restful sleep.

The first time Jason was around Damian during one of the kid’s nightmares was an odd time for them both. Jason had somehow ended up watching him when they both came down with a cold. Damian had fallen asleep on his couch watching some horror movie Bruce would never allow. Jason had no idea what to do at first when Damian started thrashing on the couch. But then the boy cried out for his mother and Jason’s instincts kicked in as he carefully lifted Damian into his arms whispering soothing words, his arms a tight comfort.

Damian’s first nightmare around Tim was completely different. They’d been out fighting together and it had somehow turned into a mid-patrol argument. Out of the blue Tim took a bullet for Damian. Damian who’d been crowing about being a blood son. Damian whose blood didn’t match Tim’s and had to watch as Bruce found someone else to donate. Damian who crawled up next to his brother because his nightmare was losing the family he’d worked so hard to gain. And when Tim woke up, half aware of himself half on painkillers he knew exactly what to do when he found Damian stubbornly pressed against his side. He wrapped an arm around his brother and whispered the words. “It’s ok”

Bruce hadn’t been back but a few weeks when Damian had a nightmare. Grayson had stopped living with them and Damian was at the Manor. Strange and foreign he’d never admit to jumping at shadows in the night. He stood outside his fathers room for a solid half hour before going in. He had no idea what to expect from the man. He’d known distance so far, the opposite of Grayson’s warmth, but there was no one else. So he climbed into Father’s huge bed and perched at the edge. Happy to be close at least. A minute later Father was getting up and Damian had squished his eyes closed against any anger. Instead strong arms picked him up then they were lying together, Damian pressed against his father’s chest, stiff as a board because Father had never done this before. A hand pressed to his hair and Damian realized that his father had done this before. With each of his children. So Damian let himself relax and curl closer to his father who knew exactly what to do to comfort him.

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MODERN ASOIAF: stark children + winter sports

anonymous asked:

I just started a double degree (engineering and business) and holy shit I regret everything. THIS IS ME SCREAMING INTO THE ABYSS. I DONT KNOW HOW I'LL EVER MAKE IT TO MY FINAL YEAR

/SCREAMS INTO THE ABYSS WITH YOU/ 

Here’s a few things I wish I’d known before I started my double degree (+ a few things which have kept me sane since then!) 

1. Coffee. 

  • I started my degree as a ‘social’ coffee drinker. 
  • NOW ITS LIKE WATER. 
  • PUMP THAT SHIT INTO MY BLOODSTREAM, IV DRIP, THERE IS NO LIFE BEFORE COFFEE

2. Student Discounts 

  • Reap the benefits of student discounts. Seriously. 
  • Know where the cheapest coffee is, transport subsidies, printing subsidies, student sales, student flights! 

3. Shit happens, things change. 

  • Just because you hate something now, doesn’t mean you can’t love it later. The upshot being - just because you love something now, doesn’t mean you won’t hate it with the feverish passion of a thousand burning suns later. 
  • Your interests will change. Your goals, both academic and personal will change. That’s ok.
  • Find something that motivates you to complete each degree. You may enjoy both your degrees equally. You may prefer one over the other - particularly if you’re still completing tedious core units for one degree whilst you get to do much more interesting advanced units for the other. Remind yourself why you’re doing this degree. Why are you doing double the workload, why is it worth the late nights, caffeine overdoses and the concurrent deadlines? Assess each degree independently of the other and find something which motivates you to study in that field. 
  • In my case, I was very demotivated halfway through my degree. Honestly speaking, in my 3/4th year, I was ready to drop my other degree and graduate with a single. I only continued my other degree after going on exchange (read: more holiday than study) and when I could finally do advanced units which were interesting to me. 
  • For others, changing degree (yes, even in 6th year) was the best choice for them. They’re much happier now, and much more driven - and it was their experience throughout their double degree that helped them realise their passion in another field. Sometimes, finding out what you hate is just as important as finding out what you love.  

4. Save a first year unit for the end of your degree 

  • Ok, I shit you not. 
  • If your degree structure allows you to save an elective first year unit for your penultimate or final year, do it. 
  • Sure, its strange to walk into a class of freshers. When you inevitably have an ‘ice breaker’ exercise, watch in sick fascination as the majority of the class whips their head around incredulously as you introduce yourself as a “fifth year student” 
  • BUT BOY THE REWARDS ARE SWEET. For example, having a reduced workload so you can focus on your advanced units. Easy marks because you already know half the shit, and if not, you know where to find it. 
  • You already have half the transferrable skills (report writing, referencing, critical analysis, knowledge of HOW THE FUCK TO SUBMIT AN ASSIGNMENT THROUGH YOUR UNI SERVER) to do well. You could probably skip all the intro/ getting to know your way around the library resources classes. 
  • A relaxed class and a healthy boost to my GPA? Sign me up. 

5. Use time to your advantage

  • One of the things I’m grateful for is time. 
  • Its a long degree. Instinctively I knew this when I signed up - 5 to 7 years is a long time. But I only truly felt how long a period that time was when my friends with shorter degrees graduated and entered the workforce. And whilst I enjoy what I study, the mechanics and routine of going to uni and sitting exams etc remains tedious. 
  • But heck, I am grateful for the time and opportunity I’ve had to figure shit out in the safety of university. 
  • Professionally, I know the ins and outs of graduate job hunting. I have had the opportunity to ‘test run’ interviews etc, and learn about more opportunities with each passing cycle - the fairs, the assistance you can get at uni, the whole recruiting circus. I have a well established study system that works for me, featuring keyboard shortcuts, shitonnes of sticky notes and my weight in coffee. I know where to ask for help and I know which areas of campus are the best study spots and which places to avoid during mid-sem hell. I know what events my student society runs, and I know when there’s free breakfast during semester. I’m confident. I’m certainly not ready to face the workplace, but I’m more prepared that I would have been 3 years ago.  
  • Personally, I’m more confident in my identity and what direction I want to take in the future. I know what I like, what I dislike, and what I’m willing to sacrifice/invest for what ends. I’ve learnt a lot about how I handle stress, friendship and 8am non recorded classes (read: not well). 
  • Also, FIGURE OUT WHAT YOUR HIGHER DEGREE GRADUATE REQUIREMENTS ARE BECAUSE YOU HAVE TIME TO FIX THINGS. Do you need practical experience to graduate? Do you need to complete an internship unit? How many units of each degree do you need to complete? Have you completed the correct number of majors for each degree? Find out early, so you can amend your study plan. 

6. Old habits die hard. 

  •  AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH I HAVE YET TO GO A SEMESTER WITHOUT PULLING AN ALL NIGHTER, BLESS NAIVE FIRST YEAR ME. 
  • In saying that, use the length of your degree to develop good habits. Figure out what study method works for you, find out whether you’re more engaged in morning or evening classes. Where’s a decent study spot on campus? 
  • Don’t be afraid to apply the skills you’ve learnt from one degree to the other. Whether it be research skills, note taking habits or otherwise. Keep in mind the differences between each discipline. 
  • Work smart. By the time you’ve reached 3rd year, you’ll be at the halfway point. You know what lectures are like. You know what tutorials are like. You know which textbooks are worth the buy and what assessment structure suits you. Don’t be afraid to exploit that knowledge to forge a better semester for yourself. 

Its a long journey. There’s going to be good days, shit days and then “fuck the world, what the hell is this” days. There’s going to be coinciding deadlines and  insane exam timetables. And that’s not even counting the late night existential crises in between. 

But you’re going to learn so much - both in an academic and personal sense. You’ll find out what you enjoy, what lecturers to avoid, what subjects bore you to death. You’ll meet so many people - inspirational people, motivational people, and some assholes. You’ll realise that fuck yes I can complete a 3000 word assignment the night before, and yes I can survive a 90% exam. 

Remember you always have the freedom to choose. You don’t have to do it all at once - go on exchange, take a semester off, find something to break up the tedium of study. Sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is to figure out what’s best for you and pursuing it. 

Good luck dear anon. You’re the first double degree anon to scream into the abyss - THIS IS ME SCREAMING ALONGSIDE YOU OH MY GOD YOU ARE NOT ALONE. 

All the best,

fuckstudy 

Hanji: Levi! I have to tell you something!

Levi: What is it babe?

Hanji: I love you more than titans!!

Levi: :O

Levi: …Well I love you more than tea!

Hanji: I love you more than science!

Levi: *tearing up a little* I love you more than cleaning..

Hanji: Well, I love you more than Pastor Nick..

Levi: Wait you loved pastor ni-

Hanji: -And I love you more than I hate the military police!

Levi: Then I love you more than I love poop jokes!

Erwin: I love neither of you as much as I love my eyebrows, and I think you need to leave before your shamefully bad flirting rubs off on me

Lonely Blue Boy

ive been reading Hamlet in class, which is a really epic tragedy where everyone dies, and i thought of some langst stuff bc why not? So i decided to share my pain with you all! Hope you enjoy!(or not cuz ur hearts can break like mine) OHH and the name for this AU??, iguess, is caled “Lonely Blue Boy.”

*NOTE* i think this is going to be in parts cuz this is already long af and the dying part will come out later?? ii guess. 

*NOTE* Mhhhhh idk if i like it alot but i guess…. it was really hard for me to write it so bear with me!

  • Lance didn’t know, didn’t understand, didn’t comprehend how it had happened. He did however, understand that one moment everyone was fighting together. He understood that Keith was recklessly going into fights slashing and cutting every Galra in his way with Shiro calmly protecting him from any attacks that Keith wasn’t able to see. And Pidge, Pidge was sliding between Galra and electrocuting any who crossed their path with Hunk right behind them throwing off anyone who tried to go behind Pidge. And Lance? Lance was far away, but not too far, up in a tree, shooting anyone who dared get behind his team. He understood that he had to keep shooting and aiming and shooting and not paying attention to anything else. (bc who else could have their backs except their sharpshooter?) 
  • Which is why he didn’t understand how he ended up on the ground with his lungs struggling to breath and his ears ringing and his eyesight spotted and his whole body in pain. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t get up or why he couldn’t feel his leg. What had happened? He wasn’t able to hear. Why couldn’t he hear? Why did his throat hurt so much? Why couldn’t he feel his leg? Where were the others? What had happened? 
  • Lance was in a state between being conscious and unconscious. He tried so hard to stay awake but would succumb to the darkness. He couldn’t hear or see. He couldn’t move. He didn’t know what was happening around him. Where was Hunk? Why wasn’t he here? Why weren’t the others coming over? Didn’t they see that Lance was hurt? He didn’t know how long it had been since he fell. Was it minutes or hours? Did they forget about him? God, he hoped not, he thought as he passed out.
  • He woke up throwing up. He threw up until there was nothing else to throw up. After finishing his deed, he looked around and decided that the best thing to do was to drag himself up to a tree. Bad idea. As soon as he started to move, his head spinned and his eyesight got spotted. But he really needed to sit against a tree. Needed to see what was around him. Needed to see how injured he was. So slowly but surely he made his way to the neared the tree. It would have been much more easier if he could walk but at the moment he was sure that was not possible. After a few agonizing seconds, or minutes, Lance was leaning up against a tree. 
  • And god, was he in really bad shape. His leg. Dios Mio. His leg. Was his leg ever this flexible? Twisted at a totally not safe angle, his leg had a cut running from his mid thigh all the way to his lower calf. That was definitely the worst part of his injuries. Yeah he had other minor ones, including a concussion,maybe, but they weren’t nearly as bad as his leg. Lance tried his best to patch up his leg but just slightly touching it made him scream. Through the pain, Lance managed to somewhat patch up his leg to stop the bleeding. Once he was done, he passed out again. 
  • This time he woke up delirious and in pain. How long had it been? Hours? Days? Lance had waited. He waited and waited and waited. And while he waited, he noticed that the ringing in his ears had stopped. The ringing had stopped but it was eerily quiet around him. He still couldn’t hear. Were his eardrums busted? Or did he hit head too hard? He looked down to the patch on his leg and found it already covered in blood. He felt sick again. Where was everyone? What had happened? Were they okay? He was about to pass out again when he saw something from the corner of his eyes. He weakly scrambled for his bayard but the pain made it hard for him. So he resigned and looked up at the approaching figures. 
  • Allura and Coran. They were here. They came for him. But was it too late? Lance couldn’t hear what they were saying and could barely make out their faces. It hurt, alot. Everything hurt. All Lance wanted was to close his eyes. So he did. 
Wish (Part 1)

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Pairing: Kagehina
Show: Haikyuu!!
Summary: Howl’s Moving Castle AU,  in which Kageyama makes a wish upon a falling star, and gets Hinata instead.

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it’s been like a million years omg, here’s a WIP snippet of the piece I’m closest to finishing because I haven’t posted any new art in almost a month ;o;

feanor-no  asked:

Viking AU? PS your blog is my entire life

Thank you! 

Mmmm, ok. (I’m basing this on the How to Train your Dragon Universe and no one can stop me because they’re technically Vikings)

also I didn’t really know how to answer this so here’s a variation of it rip 

  • all of the Dregs are dragon trainers 
  • and since they all come from different cultures guess what
  • that’s right diverse dragons
  • no two dragons alike
  • because they’re all from mythos of their riders’ respective cultures
  • Kaz has the most trouble out of all of them because he’s not used to flying with his bad leg bouncing and needing to steer his dragon in different directions 
  • Wylan fashions him a leg rest that simultaneously works as a steerer 
  • Bonus: he points his cane in the direction where he wants to go when his leg hurts too much 
  • and he does it like a conqueror on a mission to obliterate his enemies 
  • his dragon inherently knows his rider’s tendency to act #extra this way but constantly obliges him 
  • Kaz’s dragon is the only one that’s pitch black and has no official recorded name because it hadn’t been discovered by anyone yet
  • Kaz calls it Untitled like the drama king he is
  • Inej and her Balaur get along like a house on fire and no one knows how this seven headed dragon got the urge to willingly let her ride it 
  • but everyone subtly backs away Inej and her dragon the next time she’s around, because if a tiny slip of a girl can summon this giant dragon, she’s definitely got some hidden or deadly power up her sleeves 
  • the both of them do these sudden dips and spirals down to earth that scare the Dregs half out of their minds 
  • as in, the Balaur doesn’t snap out its wings until the pair of them are skimming the water or ground 
  • and that’s not even covering the acrobatic tricks and acts that Inej coordinates for them in the air
  • also all the dragons have a fondness of Inej and only she can get them to collectively calm down or slaughter their enemies
  • Jesper and his Aido Hwedo have the closest rider-dragon relationship
  • his dragon flashes off its colorful scales constantly, so when they’re in flight, it looks like they’re a moving rainbow 
  • whenever the Dregs are flying into battle, they can always depend on seeing a blur of deadly color hurtling down to their enemies and Jesper’s elated scream on the wind
  • it can bring storms to any battle and simultaneously gives them rainbows to admire afterwards 
  • he constantly compliments his dragon all the time and it purrs melodically and nuzzles its snout against Jesper’s head all the time
  • Wylan gets a Wyvern and Jesper won’t shut up for weeks afterwards about “Wy and Wy”
  • when he finds out the Wyvern’s blind Wylan trains it to fly by scent by dangling different things in front of its snout
  • also he and his dragon work out this complex touch code whenever Wylan wants to fly up, spiral across, or just fall asleep on the its back 
  • whenever Wylan does fall asleep, the Wyvern folds up its large wings to shield its rider from the night terrors and any rain or snow 
  • Nina, like the badass she is, manages to tame a Zmey Gorynych 
  • its three heads are somewhat snappy if someone stands too close to them but it has an affinity for toffee, something that Nina discovers with delight 
  • thanks to Nina, she’s the official ‘trainer’ when the dragons land together and swivel their heads toward her for treats (and when Inej’s off duty) 
  • who knew dragons all over the world liked sweet things?
  • all three heads of Nina’s dragon have differing personalities, but only she manages to calm them down whenever they’re having moods 
  • Matthias just sighs and gets on his Landvættir while his friends soar above his head 
  • but sometimes Nina orders her Zmey Gorynych to pick both of them up
  • the first time her dragon does this, both of let out inhumane screams 
  • Matthias’ dragon pretends to hate being carried out like this because it’s primarily a land dragon, but it secretly loves being in the air since it’s never flown before 
  • Matthias sets up all the obstacle courses with Wylan for the Dregs to train and he’s surprised how much fun he has when they all dodge and weave in the air and openly laughing into the sky
  • Kuwei and his Fucanglong just float above the earth and side eye each other all the time when they see their companions, human and scaly, start up their antics again 
  • look as a certified Asian™ I can tell you 1000% that Asian dragons are the chillest dragons in all the mythos of the world, so I’m completely convinced that these two watch on the sidelines and watch the drama unfold
  • they also put on collaborative fire shows, something that Kuwei’s dragon loves, because he’s found a fellow fire-starter  
  • but when someone tries to hurt the Dregs and their dragons, Kuwei’s Fucanglong turns absolutely terrifying
Robin!Steph: Enough

“No.”

Bruce narrowed his eyes at Stephanie. It was their fifth night out together, and they still couldn’t figure out how to work with each other. But… this was new. This was the first time she refused him like this. Like he was wrong, and she had statistics to back it up.

“No?”

“No. You walk through that door and I’m not gunna be here waitin’ for you to come back out. I will not be left behind because you think I’ll hold you back-”

“You aren’t yet skilled enou-”

“Stop.” She cut him off, took a deep breath.

“I get that I’m not Tim,” he held back a wince, and Stephanie pushed on, eyeing him like she knew he’d done it. “But you don’t get to devalue me ‘cause I’m not someone else. Because it’s never been like that. I’m not meant to be my predecessor, right? Because Robins aren’t replaceable. I’m not supposed to be Tim’s Robin. I’m meant to change Robin to fit me.”

Stephanie was staring at him now. Intensely, straight on, like she was putting every ounce of emotion she had into her words. All of the pain, the anger, the longing and the the insecurity, but mostly the limitless determination.

Bruce thought she probably was.

“I’m not Tim’s replacement. I’m me. And you can’t leave me out here. Got that, Bats?”

She forced him to meet her eyes, and neither of them spoke for a minute.

“Got it?”

He looked at her, took everything in, and nodded. “Come on, Robin.”

Pictures on the wall - Bucky x Reader - Oneshot

Heyo, my potatoes! ♥ I missed writing Bucky fanfictions. This fluffy happy feeling writing them is just lovely and a good distraction from everything else. I still got a lot of ideas to write and also requests to write which I try to write soon. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! ♥

Summary - With your polaroid camera you took many pictures already and hung them up your bedroom wall. Bucky coming to your room with a problem with his phone, seems to be quite interested in your pictures.

Words - 1,340

Warnings - FLUFF! *o*


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“Hey, Y/N”, Bucky knocks on your door.

“Come in.”

You pause writing the report for Steve about the last mission and turn down the music a bit, so it’s still audible, but not to loud for a conversation. You look over to Bucky who comes into your room with his phone in his hand and a clueless face.

“What’s up, Buck?”

“I’ve got a problem with the phone again”, he admits, scratching the nap of his neck. You shake your head with a smile, put the laptop on your nightstand to move over to the edge of your bed.

“Come here”, you order Bucky, tapping the bed next to you for him to sit down.

“Why do you always come to me with these things actually?”, you ask, taking the phone and looking at it, trying to figure out the problem. “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can help you with these things, too.” “Yeah, I don’t know. I think you explain it easier”, Bucky laughs slightly embarrassed that he still has problems with today’s electronics.

“So what’s your problem?”

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So for the next week or so, I will posting @fiddleford-appreciation-month week 4 hugs and kisses for Fidds from all his family and friends cause he now has a nice big family!

Day 1: Stanford Pines

Save Yourself (Steve One-shot)

Characters: reader, Steve (Natasha, Bucky, and Sam mentioned)

Summary: After a disastrous mission and harsh romantic rejection, you find yourself in a downward spiral of destructive behavior until Steve steps in and shows you you’re worth saving.

Warnings: All the angst. Little bit of fluff. Mentions of death, sex, destructive behavior, suicide and self harm (mild), alcohol abuse. 

Word Count: 2.4k (another failed drabble, ya’ll. I’m a wordy birdy)

Song Inspiration: Save Yourself by Kaleo

Y/N: Late night angst strikes again! I thought about this song and story all day at work. I’m still working on my multiple series, but needed a little change of pace. I’ve also been missing Steve lately. I was reminded of Chris Evans’ advice about his noisy brain so I included that. This got a lot darker than I anticipated. I have no idea how it’ll be received, so let me know your thoughts. I adore you all!! <3

p.s. Happy Birthday, Chris Evans!!! :) 

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Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Ding.

Wincing at the unusually loud noise, you exited the elevator and tiptoed barefoot down the hallway toward your room. Rounding the corner, you placed a hand to the side of your head, hoping the incessant pounding would subside soon. You snuck forward quietly, high heels dangled from your other hand with a clutch purse wedged under your arm. At least you remembered to grab your purse this time.

“Have a nice time last night?”

You cringed. Only ten feet away from your room, you heard the one voice you hoped not the hear coming from the one man you were avoiding. Straightening up from your sneaking position, you slowly turned toward the voice.

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Real question: in all the emotional soukoku art and fics why is Chuuya always the one crying and breaking down why is it never Dazai

it always confuses me when superman gets drawn burlier than batman. i mean we dance around it but superman is basically super strong due to space magic. he could be a weedy lil string bean and he’d still be able to lift a bus. i’m not saying the muscles don’t help, or that he doesn’t probably have magic space muscles. i’m just saying, all of batman’s strength is muscle-dependant. he has no space magics. in my head he is the more burly of the two just out of necessity. i know he’s kind of got the gymnast thing going on but like. i imagine bruce wayne as more barrel-y and clark kent as more dorito-y. i don’t know why i’m telling you this except that i’m dealing with the realization that this is not the standard assumption.