i got no idea where these came from

anonymous asked:

Ya know, I'm not surprised that Sans isn't in the house. Right before Alphys visited, Papyrus was going to ask for a favor from Sans which we never got to hear. Then after the visit Papyrus asks for a favor and then asks Sans to leave, so he's probably thinking that's the favor from earlier, and considering how they were just talking before Alphys came over, it's no wonder he would probably take it the wrong way. No idea where he is though, lol. (I LOVE YOUR COMICS BTW!!!)

Yep, that’s what happened. I’m not suprised either.

I wonder if Sans sometimes has the need to rest from helping his brother in every way, and if maybe he was relieved to actually have an excuse to leave his side…

Thank you! ^^

I fucking hate languages.

The Greeks had this word, right, we have no idea where it came from, it just kinda popped up out of nowhere, and it could mean either apples, cheeks, or boobs. Problem is it looked and sounded *exactly* like another, unrelated word which could mean sheep, goat, or any animal in general really, which must have got confusing if you were a farmer talking about your livestock, but anyway…

Then the Romans, having stolen practically everything else from the Greeks, thought they’d nick this word too, because Latin isn’t confusing enough without throwing in a bunch of loan words. And they adopted it to mean a pumpkin.

Then the English came along and were all like “when in Rome”, and stole it, where it became our word ‘melon’. Which has now come back to mean boobs.

How do you like them apples.

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Taemin Han AU: The Squad

!!! DO NOT REPOST THIS ON FACEBOOK OR ANYWHERE ELSE. These are only AUs and I don’t really feel like it should be circulated because most people get confused and just complain a lot without understanding. Please leave them here on tumblr or IG !!!

‼️‼️‼️ PLEASE READ: This is a different AU from the previous RFA Family posts. All RFA kids in this AU are different kids from the previous RFA family posts I made (except for Taemin Han; because here, MC marries Jumin) . The previous kids are all MC’s kids in different routes so they can’t exist together ✨ Also, Yoonri is a girl.

These doodles were all from my Instagram – people were requesting more of the RFA kids in Taemin’s au so I doodled one page but then it got out of hand because everyone wanted more so I ended up doing three pages today >v< ♥ Most of the ideas (and names) from this AU came from suggestions and I really appreciate every input ♥ It was so fun chatting with everyone in IG today ^o^ 

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RP starters: Concern.
  • “It’s midnight, where the hell were you?!”
  • “Stop keeping your phone in silent, you got me worried!”
  • “Blood? Are you bleeding?”
  • “I don’t like the idea of you walking down the streets all alone.”
  • “I thought I would never see you again…”
  • “We should get you to hospital.”
  • “Where did all those bruises came from?”
  • “I have the right to be worried!”
  • “Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”
  • “Sleep at my place tonight.”
  • “I don’t feel safe letting you be alone when you’re in that shape.”
  • “Please talk to me about it.”
  • “Let me take care of you.”
  • “You need to rest now. Don’t move.”
  • “How many times have I told you to not go there?”
  • “You could’ve died, you know…”
  • “I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyways.”
  • “You really need to stop drinking. I’m serious.”
  • “This time you got yourself into a hospital. I think that’s a sign.”
  • “Are you sure you’re okay?”
  • “You need to stop doing stupid shit like that or you will get yourself killed.”
  • “I’m your friend, of course I care!”
  • “You know I’m always here for you, right?”
  • “You’re not okay.”
  • “I’m just trying to help you.”
  • “Let me clean your wounds…”
  • “Why did you do it? Tell me.”
I JUST GOT A FUCKING BRAIN BLAST

ALRIGHT NERDS HERE’S THE DEAL

I read a translation for episode 10 about how Victor still has no idea about Yuuri’s decision to have Victor go back to Russia after he retires. It also states he has a flashback of a banquet from last year for some reason.

HERES THE THING

We all know about that preview where Victor and Yuuri have a moment and a lot of people think he’s proposing. I hate to be that person but I don’t think that is the case.

I believe the Yuuri is FINALLY confessing his plans for him and Victor, telling him how he wants Victor to go back to skating because he worries he’s just a burden.

THIS IS THE BEST PART THO VICTOR AIN’T TAKING THAT SHIT

I think Viktor will tell him something along the lines of “You aren’t a burden, you’ve made my life more bright and surprising. I don’t want to lose that.”

THEN THIS CHEESY BOY WILL PROBABLY CONFESS HIS FULL FEELINGS TO YUURI AND THAT RIGHT THERE IS WHY YUURI LOOKS SO FLUSTERED BECAUSE VICTOR IS TELLING HIM HIS TRUE FEELINGS

Yuuri worries a lot about Victor and worries that he’ll just hold him back but hearing Victor verbally say he wants to be with him now and forever will put him into the reality of things and help him realize it’s alright to be selfish, even for that.

And that there my friends is my theory for the next episode. I think a lot is going to get cleared up for these two and maybe we’ll even hear about Victor’s past! Kubo please give us more Victuuri moments!

Until Wednesday my dudes

Track-By-Track Guide to 'How To Be A Human Being'

“Life Itself”
This one actually started off as a dark, slow, moody track. Quite insular. But eventually we realized there was a cheekiness to the lyrics that we hadn’t really explored, so we injected a sense of optimism into the music. The character that this track is about is a sci-fi obsessed dude who spends most of his time alone inventing strange things and writing stories about ray guns or looking for aliens on Google maps. We made him a website. But that’s what the chords and sound effects were inspired by. Old sci-fi films/series. I also got a bit obsessed with Lollywood music (music from Pakistani films), and thats where the idea for the drums came from.

“Youth”
The idea for this one came from a story someone told me once. They were telling me about their child, and something awful had happened to them. She was crying—but at the same time the memories that they had from that previous life made her so happy—so she was also smiling. That combination of emotions kind of made me feel like my heart was being ripped apart but also optimistic in a weird way. She had found a way to see happiness in this awful thing that had happened to her. That combination of emotions is what this song is getting at. Have a look at this character’s website, too.

“Season 2 Episode 3”
Everyone knows someone like the character from this song. If you don’t, then it’s you. But there are lots of references to different psychedelic cartoons in this one—sonically and lyrically—including Adventure Time. That show is crazy.

“Pork Soda”
I heard a homeless man talking to someone once and say ‘pineapples are in my head.’ In retrospect, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t actually those words, but I thought it was at the time, and it kind of stuck with me. The opening of the song is meant to sound like you’re outside on the street, and you can hear a group of people chanting this song. The drum sounds are made from old bins and trash pieces of metal I found around the studio. Kind of like those street drummers use. All that is meant to set the scene for the story.

“Mama’s Gun”
I don’t use samples very often. I only like using them if they bring something to the table, aside from just music—a context and a further depth to the actual meaning of the song. This song is mainly about mental health, and I remembered this song by The Carpenters called “Mr. Guder.” It fit the atmosphere musically, while the song “Mr. Guder” itself was about an odd character of sorts, and then on top of that, Karen Carpenter’s story added another dimension to the lyrics. if you don’t know the story, you should look it up. It’s important and very sad, and it started a general social dialogue about mental illness which is to this day still a subject matter that we avoid far too much.

“Cane Shuga”
This is the only track on the record that didn’t start with lyrics and vocal melody. It started with the beat and the heavy drums. I let the beat spin and wrote stream of consciousness lyrics through a vocoder for this one to try to capture a certain mentality you might have when you’re a bit fucked up. When you start speaking what seems like gibberish—but maybe that gibberish is actually quite revealing.

”[Premade Sandwiches]”
This is a spoken word interlude. My favorite word in the album is in this: “McFuck.” It’s something that someone’s gotten at McDonald’s. Here it is used in a sentence: “What the McFuck are you eating?”

“The Other Side Of Paradise”
This is musically my favorite track on the record, I think. The chords are quite bizarre, and there are some mad arrangement and structural things going on. And the beat was super fun to make. It’s gonna be fun live!

“Take A Slice”
This track is about someone with a lot of lust. It’s as sleazy as I’ll ever get in lyrics. But everyone has that inside them somewhere, even if it’s only a tiny bit. And it comes out from time to time. For some people, it’s out all the time.

“Poplar St”
This song is meant to open with a kind of musical/lyrical image of a place. A little guitar hook and a floating vocal line that all seems quite peaceful, but things get more and more twisted as the song goes on. The guitar starts doing weirder things, the music builds tension, and then the whole thing flips on it’s head at the end. And you find that maybe that place isn’t what you first expected it was.

“Agnes”
As soon as I started writing it, I knew it would be the album closer. This is my favorite song on the record. And the saddest song I will ever write.

The New Khaleesi

Request: Hello! May I please make a request where Khal Drogo threatens to kill a man who flirts with Y/N? With extra steam and possessiveness? I’d greatly appreciate it if you’d find time to do this 💞


 

Word count: 632

You came from Volantis. And somehow ended up on Drogo’s Khalasar. Most of the Dothraki women don’t like you, you have no idea why. After four years living with the Khalasar, you still don’t know their language very well.

Drogo used to scare the hell out of you, but now, you notice that he always look at you. Keeps staring for too long, with kind eyes. Kindness isn’t something you’d expect from him.

Now you stand close to his tent, waiting for him to talk with the Khalasar. You don’t know exactly what’s happening, but it seems that no one knows. The only words you could understand were ‘wait’ and 'important’. So you all should wait here because whatever the Khal wants to say it is important.

Someone bumps into you violently, and you mutter apologies. But the man stands before you, looking down with hungry eyes. You can’t understand what he’s saying, but you do understand the word 'fuck’, which he says very often. There’s a lot of eyes on you now, but no one comes to help. Breathing heavily, you try to pull away from him, but he grabs your arm, dragging you with him. The smile on his face scares you, and you know exactly what we’ll do.

Then a scream makes the man lose his grip, letting you fall to the ground. You raise your head to see that the scream belongs to Drogo, who came out of his huge tent. Again, you can’t understand what they’re talking about. But it’s clear that they’re arguing.

A young woman with dark skin helps you to your feet. “Are you hurt?”

“You speak the common tongue?” You sound desperate, holding her arms to keep your balance.

“Yes. The Khal bought me to teach him the common tongue.”

“Why?”

“(Y/N), the Khal is about to kill that man, only you can stop him!”

“What are they saying?” You observe the fight that’s about to begin.

“She will be mine and you can’t touch her, Drogo said.” The woman stands beside you, protectively. “No one touches Khaleesi.”

“Khaleesi? What is it about?” Drogo easily kills that man, ripping his head off with bare hands. “Explain to me!”

Drogo walks to up, looking down like the other man did, but his eyes are different. Kind, as always. You try to say something, but he won’t understand.

“You are fine?” He says and you stutter something between your teeth. You feel eyes on your back and points at his tent, your hand shaking.

Once you’re inside, you find a wooden chair and sit down, your heart beating fast. Drogo kneels before you, gesturing for the woman to leave.

“You killed him. Why?”

He looks at you, a little confused. “No one touch Khaleesi.”

“I’m not a Khaleesi, Drogo, I’m not even Dothraki. I came from Volantis four years ago.” You speak slowly, hoping he’d understand you.

“I do not care. Dothraki now.”

“Why are you learning the common tongue?”

“Slave teach me to talk to you.” Drogo takes your hand and leads you to the other side of his tent, showing you a golden belt. It’s thin, perfect for you. “Gift for you.”

“Thank you. Would you teach me Dothraki?”

“Yes.”

“Now, explain to me what’s the meaning of this.”

He stares at you, trying to bring sense to your words.

“Why you killed the man? Because he was hurting me?”

“I want you Khaleesi.”

“Wha-what are trying to say?” You stutter, raising your head a little so you can look into his eyes.

“You my Khaleesi.”

“Your…?”

“My Khaleesi now?” He interrupts you, a shine is his beautiful eyes.

You smile, impressed by his words, his kindness. “Yes.” Whispering, you slowly takes his hands on yours, finally feeling his warm skin against yours.


A/N: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, English isn’t my first language.

Jimin As Your Boyfriend

Seokjin || Yoongi || Hoseok || Namjoon || Jimin || Taehyung || Jungkook

Yay, it’s done! This is what I’ve decided to do as a follower appreciation, since I feel like I don’t thank you guys enough ^-^ This is my first time doing something like this, so I’m not sure how I feel about it, but I think I did okay~ Please tell me what you think! And which member do you guys want to see next? I haven’t gotten any requests for the other members, so feel free to send them in!

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  • super sweet and cuddly almost all the time
  • almost being the key word
  • like one minute he’s got his hands wrapped around you tight
  • his fingers write silly little words on your skin
  • lips leaving rapid, quick kisses
  • or eskimo/butterfly kisses
  • he’s cooing about how cute you are
  • and then you shift a bit too much
  • and your hip rubs against his crotch
  • and oh no what happened to sweet baby boy Jimin??
  • the man holding you now isn’t about to be called baby
  • daddy more like
  • suggestive whispers in your ear
  • fingers writing things like ‘ride me’ or ‘suck me’
  • teeth lightly scraping at your ear or neck
  • and then you giggle or squeak
  • and whoops baby boy is back
  • in front of others he’s kind of a mix of the two
  • more baby boy than daddy but still a mix
  • arm around your shoulder protectively at all times
  • maybe running his hand down your upper arm lightly/lovingly
  • pulling you closer to nuzzle the side of your head with the side of his
  • but then he rakes his fingers through his hair
  • and shit, he caught you staring
  • and his sweet smile is now a smirk coupled with a raised eyebrow
  • and then someone’s reading your shirt
  • except there aren’t words on your shirt
  • his arm is now draped across your chest
  • he’s still smiling, but it’s cocky now
  • like ‘hell yeah, this is mine, i know i’m lucky, fuck off’
  • despite that, though, you swear he’s in love with someone else
  • and that someone is Jungkook
  • Jungkook hates it too, don’t worry
  • but Jungkook also thinks it’s really fun to annoy you
  • so sometimes he plays along
  • but Yoongi’s got your back
  • he leans over on the couch
  • falling onto his side so his head lands on your thigh
  • wait no now he’s on the floor?
  • oh wait now Jimin’s curled up in your lap that makes sense ok
  • hanging out with the boys was always pretty exciting
  • mostly because they liked to tease Jimin
  • which could lead to one of two things:
  • he jumped out of his seat to chase the boy(s)
  • or he pulled you into his lap
  • with his nose pressed into your neck/shoulder junction
  • because God you smelled good
  • dates - by comparison - were pretty cliché calm
  • dinner and a movie, a stroll through the park
  • maybe, every now and then, you’d go dancing
  • but that didn’t mean your dates were boring
  • you could talk to Jimin for hours about anything
  • and you loved it when he showered you with compliments
  • there was never a dull moment between you
  • but the end of the night was always the best part
  • even if you didn’t have sex
  • the night could end in three ways:
  • one, an obscene amount of cheesy cuddling
  • the compliments would continue, now with playful touches
  • and the night would end with you curled up on his chest
  • fast asleep in his arms as he smiled down at you
  • two, sex - or, rather, making love
  • Jimin was sweet, caring, gentle, loving
  • he knew just how to praise and pleasure you
  • and again, the night ended with you sleeping on his chest
  • covered in a thin layer of sweat, but neither of you cared
  • and three, sex, but your baby boy was nowhere in sight
  • but don’t worry, daddy’s there to take care of you
  • sure, he was rough, tough, and crude
  • but you lived for his praise
  • you never fell asleep on daddy; he slept on you
  • because you were both too exhausted to roll over
  • the room smelled of sex and sweat
  • but neither of you had the energy to care
  • the next morning would always be the same, though:
  • a sweet good morning kiss, followed by a shower
  • and then making breakfast together
  • scolding Jimin when he made you drop the food
  • then, to let him know you weren’t mad,
  • you smacked his ass as he bent down to clean it up
  • and he only laughed and slapped yours as he walked by
  • then back hugs galore as you tried to cook again
  • like that boy could not get enough of your smell
  • the smell of home, of love and warmth
  • the smell he always wanted to come home too
  • always
Things happen when you let the Universe take the wheel.

On Friday night, I was in a really bad spot. I told the Universe to take it from me. To take all of the bad stuff I was feeling and just carry it for a little, ‘cuz its way stronger than I am.

And then on Sunday, I thanked it for everything it has shown me and done for me. For everything that will come. I asked it for signs that I am going to be ok financially, as that is one of my biggest concerns.

Yesterday morning I woke up and found a dime next to my night stand (no idea where it came from. Seriously. I don’t use cash so I don’t have change.) I went to work and there was another dime in the parking lot.

At work, I got an email right before I left for the week (I’m off til next week) that I’ll be recieving a holiday bonus of a pretty decent amount. I found out that I can save $60/month if I decrease my 401k a little bit. My grandpa is giving me a check tomorrow morning to help me out and a laptop he isn’t using.

Today, I found ANOTHER dime by my bed. There was a dime in the leasing office. There was a dime in the parking lot of the place I went to dinner at. I found three dimes in a duffle bag I bouht today from Goodwill.

I think the Universe has given me signs. Things are really looking up. I’m gonna be ok.

Flowers  (Jumin x MC)

You aren’t quite sure why Jumin keeps giving you a particular flower until you confront him.

Word Count: 575

-Hello! I haven’t got much to say other than I hope your day has been wonderful and that you enjoy what I’ve written! Thank you :)

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You hadn’t the faintest idea of why a small bushel of little blue flowers was placed on your nightstand when you awoke that morning.

You had turned to your husband, giving a confused expression. “Jumin, do you know where these came from?” 

He had glanced at what you were talking about before smirking. “Yes, I gave them to you love.” 

Your face had lit up, realization hitting you. “Oh! Of course, what was I thinking? Thank you, it’s very sweet.” 

He chuckled lightly, kissing your forehead before the two of you exchanged goodbyes as he left for work.

It seemed to go on like that for the next few days.

Every time your eyes would flutter open, a cluster of those peculiar flowers would be there.

Curiosity was practically flooding you every morning, yet you couldn’t help but grin the moment you saw them.

Jumin seemed to do the same.

But nonetheless, you were utterly blank.

Why this flower? 

It was never anything else, it was beautiful, but you couldn’t help but want to ask.

That night you decided to do just that.

When you heard the door open that evening, you nearly jumped from the sofa. 

You slipped into the hall to greet him, yet your eyes widened with surprise at what you saw.

He held a bouquet of those flowers in his hand, his face warming at the sight of you.

“Jumin…what are these for?” You approached him, your fingers gliding along the petals delicately. 

“They’re for you of course.” 

“I know that, and I appreciate that..but why these?” You looked up at him, dumbfounded. “It’s not that I don’t like them but-” 

He entwined his hand with yours, tenderly pressing his lips on it. “Do you not know what they mean darling?” 

You shook your head, your cheeks flushing. “No? I’m sorry this must seem so rude-” 

“Not at all. I’m glad you asked.” He said. “They’re ‘Forget-Me-Not’ flowers. Have you ever heard of them?” 

“No, I haven’t.” 

Jumin pulled you close to him, his arm wrapping around your waist. “Well, they symbolize true love.” 

It processed in your head for a moment, before your heart quickened to that of a race car and your face exploded in a bright red. “O-Oh.” 

“I don’t typically believe in fairy tales or things of that sort, but I honestly believe you’re my true love.” 

You could hardly respond, words sputtering out of you incoherently as you buried your face in his chest. 

“Are you okay?” He laughed softly. “Did I embarrass you?” 

“N-No.” You managed to say. 

“Then, what is it?” 

You lifted your head, locking eyes with him. 

“I-I believe you’re my true love too.” You admitted, your free hand cupping his cheek.

He seemed blank for a moment, almost in disbelief at your words before sinking into your touch.

He gave a small smile, but it was warmer than the sun.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as amazing as you.” He sighed. “But I couldn’t be more grateful.” 

[Daveed Diggs] is rocking a ridiculous body. But because he wears very baggy clothes and he’s such a laid back dude, you would have no idea. But I shared a dressing room with him Off-Broadway and I was like, “Daveed, if I had the eight-pack that you have, I would be literally walking around shirtless every day.” Anyway, he did this photoshoot that I sort of orchestrated, for this magazine where he was shirtless. I got the people to send me the JPEG image of shirtless Daveed and I printed it as my opening night card. It’s just shirtless Daveed on the cover and then on the inside it says, “I came from afar just to say bonsoir. Happy opening. Love, Jonathan.” I made 100 of those and gave them to everyone in the building.

None of you know Stewart’s story but basically he’s a very brave boy (cat) who was homeless and starving and had an infection in both his eyes when we found him. He started showing up in my parents’ backyard and was really timid and afraid at first but eventually started eating the food we put out. He got really attached and basically ended up sleeping in our garage every night and then was pushy and made his way into my old bedroom. We have two standard poodles who hate him so we have to keep them separated but he’s in good health now. We put up ads on Craigslist and stuff but his old owners never contacted us. I still have no idea where he came from or how long he was living on the streets for. What I do know is that he’s the sweetest little baby and even though he has a perpetually angry face he has the tiniest meow and loves head kisses.

chemistry paper // newt scamander

Chapter/ One-shot : One-shot

Words: 900 (exactly, yay!!)

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Modern College AU

Request by anonymous: ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh ohmygosh headcannon with newt PLS, like you having a bad day and he cheers you uP liKE fuCk maN

a/n: I literally suddenly got up from my book, walked straight to my charging laptop and started writing. I had no plan for this; I had no idea that I would write so much. I just felt sudden inspiration to write this scenario stuck in my head for so long, and it came out as a 900 word one-shot. 

Please, for anyone drowning of homework or exams right now, enjoy the imagination of Newt encouraging you in his own way in this modern college AU !!

~kiera

p.s. now i shall go sleep, because i’m exhausted writing this and its nighttime already !!

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im p sure that sombra was in p deep when she got caught hacking that first time (I mean, who deletes all traces of their identity and gets body modifications if they aren’t me after I tell my waiter “you too” after they tell me to enjoy my meal) so imagine how many trust issues she has and how paranoid she must be

She knows how easy (at least for someone like her) to get every bit of information about a person’s life, and she found out that someone had known /everything/ about her

She must be an intensely private person, underneath her free exterior, after that. I’ll bet she double guesses everyone she comes in contact with. Like yeah it’s easy for her to flirt and tease and be friendly and seemingly open, but no one even knows her name. I bet she even tells people fake facts about herself and waits to see which one is used against her so she knows who betrayed her

It’s lonely, she admits to herself when she is alone enough (only when the windows are covered and the lights are off and she’s checked the room for bugs and cameras at least three times and she is hidden underneath a blanket or five). She had a few allies before being found out, and while they weren’t great, they were something

(But someone ratted her out and she doesn’t know who and she can’t go back can’t fight them can’t beat them can’t do /anything/ until she finds it who these people are)

Maybe that’s why she agrees to work with talon, in the end. It’s stressful, sure, but reaper and widowmaker are good enough company and they don’t pry. And they’re actually pretty decent people, and they cover her back. She doesn’t trust them, but she likes them

It’s enough, for right now

How much you wanna bet Rose saw Greg from the top of the temple and literally jumped from there to the beach.

ROSE NO.

THIS IS WHERE SHE GOT THE IDEA WASN’T IT.

I just love Greg’s face after that question.

“Oh god now I have to teach her about THIS”

YOU FUCKING DORKS.

You didn’t even swim, you literally got hit by water and came back.

I was sketching some chibi Galra Keith when I got the crazy cute idea to make a silly AU out of it. Basically this is me having a throw back to when I ran a Chibi Nagisa ask blog when I was deep in the Free! fandom. 

 So, How it goes is the team randomly finds a small Galra child in the castle. Where he came from? No clue. But they assume he is probably the equivalent to a 5-6 yr old back on earth and Hunk instantly points out he looks like Keith, and to the red paladins annoyance, they dub the little guy Mini Keith (or MK for short). So starts the journey of little MK and his space family. Basically its just pure fluff. Like, ‘You are gonna need a dentist’ type of fluff. 

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I just had this really cool picture in my mind:

Shouto is getting involved in a melee fight, with innocents too close to really use his quirk in fear of hurting them. It look like he's in a really though spot, because up until now, he has mostly relied on the superior range and power of his quirk.

But bad luck for the villain - Shouto got trained by Aizawa and All Might and has trained with Izuku on top of that.

So right when the enemy feels secure of his own win, Shouto smiles, actually smiles as ice creeps over his right hand like a glove and he takes a swift, strong and well-aimed swing straight at the villain’s face with a short “Smash”.

(Seriously, I would love to see Shouto fight with punches and kicks, too, for balance.)

Day 22-Home For Christmas-Liam Dunbar

Teen Wolf Imagine:#84 Prompt:#…None

Word Count: 708

Warnings: None that I can think of.

A/n: I love this one so freaking much you don’t even know!! It’s not my original idea for it but it just came out of no where and I love it!

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Fahc au where Ryan and Ray are absolute shit at sleeping. Ryan’s been solo for so long that he’s too used to having his own back, staying vigilant and paranoid cause that’s the only way you don’t get got. Ray lived on the streets for years before some random gang took him in, and even there he wasn’t safe. So they have odd habits, even in the safety of the penthouse, because some habits die hard, but some habits were never mortal to begin with.

Ryan will refuse to lie down to sleep, because it’s hard to spring straight out of bed and into action. He’ll only ever sleep sitting down at best, leaning against a wall standing at worse. It makes his back and neck ache but it’s just flat out impossible for him to relax when he’s reclined. He rarely ever even changes into pajamas, feeling more secure in his leather jacket with its hidden knives

Ray on the other hand, can sleep anywhere in any position so long as it’s not an open area. On the floor or a king sized bed? Too noticeable, no where to hide, no where to pretend like you don’t exist and the people around you can’t see you, can’t sneak up on you, can’t take your things when your not looking and leave you with even more nothing than you had before. So he winds up in cabinets and rafters, closets and on top of the fridge. Michael and Gavin have a game of bingo going consisting of places they find Ray sleeping.

So they grab hours of sleep here and there, never all at once, never planned, only taking what they need when they absolutely need it. 

That is until one heist gone wrong when Ray and Ryan find themselves in a safe house to lay low for a while and Ray starts to freak out because there’s not enough furniture in this dinky place to hide, and it’s times like this, when everything goes wrong, that he most desperately needs to find some place secluded. 

But Ryan gets it, the need to hide (it took him literal years to take his mask off), the need to return to what became instinct out of necessity. So he wraps Ray up in the biggest, fluffiest blanket he can find and Ray immediately starts to calm. He lets Ryan lead him to the couch where he sits down in the corner, automatically curling into a ball, still not feeling the security he needs. 

and then Ryan sits down right next to him, sides pressed together, an arm wrapped around Ray’s shoulder and suddenly Ray goes completely still, then melts into Ryan’s warmth because Ryan is big and strong and is enough to cover Ray up, is always ready to spring into action should something happen. Normally it terrifies Ray when people are too close to him while he’s sleeping, but Ryan just makes him feel safe. And for the first time in years Ray sleeps straight through the night. And so does Ryan, because Ray is warm and calming. He’s good at reading situations, and if he’s relaxed and able to sleep then Ryan knows he can too. Knows for a fact that everything will be fine and calm, and if it’s not, he can handle it. 

every night that they’re in the safe house they do this, snuggle up to each other with Ray in the corner of the couch or even just in Ryan’s lap and they both feel the calm and the trust and catch up on years of sleep. When it’s finally time to rendezvous with the others, they return to the penthouse and try to return to their normal sleeping habits. But they’re still on edge, and most of Ray’s normal spots feel too cold, too insecure to find comfort in their solitude, and Ryan feels unsure, unsure if someone will choose now to come after him, unsure of if they will actually reach them, unsure of if he’d be able to stop them if he’s ever caught off guard. 

After a few days of not sleeping at all, Ray knocks on Ryan’s door, not sure exactly what he’s looking for, but knowing Ryan can give it to him. And Ryan takes one look at Ray’s worse-than-ever bags under his eyes and pulls Ray into his room, onto the rarely used bed. He wraps Ray up and sits him in his lap while resting his back on the headboard, sighing in contentment when he can feel Ray’s breathing and hold him close. And maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, and maybe it’s the felling of safety and trust, but Ray decides to stretch up and peck Ryan on the lips, nearly falling asleep as he settles back down. He’s asleep so fast he almost misses the kiss Ryan presses to his temple in return.