i hope your superman is good


Kuroo from @eicinic‘s Superman AU. 
Because Gin is amazing and deserves all the Kuroos in the world (so he better save it).

I’ve been listening to this song a lot while drawing, and I think the first verse is awfully fitting

There’s a war we can’t ignore, waging silence on our lives
We will overcome, let the cowards run and hide

We were born to take it back
This is revelational

I am not afraid

– Dillon Francis - Love in the Middle of a Firefight

Choice and the DCEU

I’ll have more to to say about this when I finish up my third (lol) viewing of Wonder Woman tomorrow morning, but I have to say that my absolute favorite thing about Wonder Woman - and the DCEU as a whole - is this idea of goodness and heroism being a choice. I don’t want heroes who take goodness for granted. I don’t want heroes who I’m just supposed to accept as being good because narrative tells me they’re  “the good guys.” 

Because you know what? 

Goodness is hard. Love and hope and kindness don’t come easily or naturally - in general - and especially when faced just how fucking hard and cruel this world is. So what I love especially about the DCEU is the fact that they show us this - they show us heroes who struggle with the weight of just how shitty this world is, how cruel people can be…and choosing to be good anyway

That - to me -  is what makes them truly heroic. Choosing to believe in love and hope and the goodness of men despite everything in your life, everything before you that shows you and tells you the exact opposite. Superman chose to protect a world that was suspicious of him, at best, and reviled him, at worst. Batman chose to once again believe that men could be good even though twenty years in Gotham made him feel as though no one could stay good. 

Wonder Woman chose love - chose to believe in the power of love - even when it was lost to her. 

These are my heroes. 

anonymous asked:

RFA+V+Saeran meet MC before the party while she is a coffee barista? Maybe she recognizes them and leaves them a little note or something :3 ~ I love your headcanons btw. Also your english is totally fine. Have a nice day ;)

Oh, thank you! Okay, maybe this is silly, but this request made me feel really touched. And I’ll explain why, I remember when I joined tumblr and started reading mm headcanons, I saw a request just like this and it was soooooo good, so freaking cute! I decided I could try to write hcs too and started this humble blog. I never found that headcanon or that blog again, tho :(

So it was so hard to do this, because I kept thinking about that hc, how good it was, and how mine could never get that good. (never compare your writing, children, it’s an endless road of insecurity and self sabotage) But I think in the end these are cute? Hope you like it!

RFA + Saeran and V meeting a barista MC


  • He thought about getting some coffee before a morning rehearsal
  • And there’s this coffee shop on his way to work. Perfect!
  • He walks in and you immediately look at him. No… Zen? H-here? Did he find you? No, he couldn’t, your profile pic is not that good and…
  • “Uhm… excuse me? Lady?” he tries to get your attention, you’re taken aback. He chuckles, yes, this is a normal reaction for women when they see him.
  • Then you proceed to take his order and you keep glancing at him. Well, he’s used to it, but this barista is really cute…
  • “I really liked ‘Promiscuous Jalapeno’” you say and smile cheerfully. “Oh… so you’re a fan? Thank you!”
  • “Yes! Can I get an autograph, please?” oh, usually his fans ask for pictures with him… You’re really different, ain’t you?
  • “What’s your name?” “Hum… you don’t need to put my name, just write… ‘With love, Zen.’” He blushes a little, what’s with him? He does this all the time.
  • “Here you go, sweetie.” He hands you the napkin he wrote the autograph and you hand him his order. “I can’t wait for your next musical!” you say as he gets out of the shop, he turns and smiles.
  • He’s smiling to himself, what an interesting girl… no, forget about her, what about MC?
  • Then he sees the little note on it: “I couldn’t ask for a photo now, I would rather do at the party when we’re alone. With love, MC.”
  • He wants to go back, but he’s pretty late for work. Oh well… guess he will have to drop by again tomorrow, and the next day too, and the next…


  • He was on his way to college and needed some caffeine after putting an all nighter playing LOLOL.
  • You see those violet eyes and immediately smile. Oh my god… what are the chances? Hum, this should be fun…
  • You get his order and keep smiling the whole time. Okay, he knows the people who work here are usually nice, but you are on a whole another level.
  • Or maybe there is something in his face? Oh no… so embarrassing! He looks like a fool in front of such a cute girl…
  • “I couldn’t help but notice, is this a LOLOL bottom in your hoodie?” “Wh-what? Oh… yes! Yes, it is!” Oh, there’s nothing wrong with his face, thank god.
  • “Do you… do you like LOLOL?” “Oh yeah, I’m ranked #12 in the shooting star server.” “WHOA, SERIOUSLY? I… play there too.” “Cool, are you having problems with that Superman Yoosung too? I gotta say, that guy is good!” OH. MY. GOD!
  • “Yeah…” he just chuckles, he doesn’t know what to say, he wants to yell “It’s me! It’s me!” but he’s too embarrassed.
  • You also want to yell “It’s me!” but it would ruin the fun, so you just hand his order and tell him “Good luck with LOLOL!” he’s so flustered he just waves to you as he walks away.
  • Wow, you’re amazing! And so cute… wait! He shouldn’t be thinking like this, he’s already talking to MC in the chat room… oh, but she’s probably into Zen anyway…
  • He’s on the bus stop when he sees the note: “LOLOL is fun, but I hope this helps you focus on your studies. Go get’em, Superman Yoosung! ~MC”
  • He immediately pops in the chat room: “Oh my god, MC! Why didn’t you say anything?” “Meh, it wouldn’t be that fun, right? I like your hoodie, by the way.” You bet he needs that coffee to focus after that…


  • She drops by this cute coffee shop on her way to C & R. Well, this wouldn’t take long and… tbh, she’s not that worried with C & R as she used to be…
  • She admires the decoration in the place, and finds this smiley barista staring at her.
  • You want to greet her and tell her who you are, but nah… her face when she recognizes you in the RFA party will be really cute to watch.
  • “Did you like the decoration, miss?” “Yes, everything here is so cozy! Your boss have a good taste!”
  • “She does, it’s a shame she’s selling this place…” “Oh, she is?” you can only imagine all the thoughts she’s having right now, considering your last conversations in the chat room and can’t hold back a chuckle, which she thinks a little… odd.
  • She watches with attention as you prepare her coffee, you notice and explain to her the grounds you used, the techniques, she’s extremely interested.
  • “Here you go, miss.” “Thank you! Oh… I should get something to Mr. Han too…” Yes… she almost forgot about Jumin…
  • You hand hers and Jumin’s coffee. “Have a good day at work, miss!” you smile,oh… what a weird familiar sensation.
  • Yes, there’s something about you that’s really familiar… almost like… MC? No… it can’t be, you would have say something if it was you, right?
  • “Assistant Kang, why does my coffee says ‘go easy on Jaehee, okay?’?” she looks puzzled, than she notices hers has a little note too: “I bet your coffee tastes better, but enjoy this! I’m always rooting for you! ~MC”
  • She smiles for the rest of the day, so many thoughts running in her mind… especially that little fact you shared about the coffee shop being up for sale…


  • He’s there to prove a point, okay? Zen teased him about always making Jaehee doing the simplest tasks for him, he probably couldn’t even get a coffee by himself!
  • Well, challenge accepted! But as he steps into the coffee shop, he regrets it. How… how does this even work? Do they come to you or…?
  • You can’t believe what your eyes are seeing. Is that man over there Jumin Han? Well, judging from his fancy clothes and completely lost, yet very stoic expression, it can only be him!
  • “Sir?” you go to him, “can I help you?”  “Yes, I would like to…” “Oh, follow me to the balcony, please.” Hum, so that’s how it works, he has to go to you… still, how considerate of you to go to him…
  • “What do you recommend?” you tell him and he asks for that, you smile and he feels… really amused.
  • When you hand him his order, you notice he’s uncomfortable, as if he wants to say something. “Can I get you anything else, sir?”
  • “Yes, I… I need to take a picture, but my photos keep getting blurred, can you take it for me?” Jesus Christ, you want to hug this man! Control yourself, MC!
  • “Of course” he hands you his phone and you take a picture of him holding his order, hoping he doesn’t notice your little note.
  • And he doesn’t, as he thanks you and walks away leaving a veeery generous tip to you, you’re not sure if he’s paying that much because of your extra service or because he has no idea how much he should pay.
  • He notices the note when he’s in his car: “I hope you’ll let me take a lot more pictures of you, maybe of us? ~MC” he chuckles and suddenly feels really hot.
  • “Driver Kim, make sure to stop by this shop every morning from now on.”


  • He knows where you work, and he really wanted to see you. He was worried after the hacker attacked the chat room.
  • He doesn’t share selfies of him in the chat room, so he should be fine.
  • As soon as he walks in, his phone rings. Shit, it’s Vanderwood! Did them already notice he went out of his house?
  • You listen to this voice and turn your head to see this cute red haired guy with colorful glasses. Oh my… could It be…? Yes, that’s definitely his voice!
  • “Hi! Do you have Dr. Pepper here?” yep, it’s definitely him, and he’s definitely teasing you. Oh well, let the games begin!
  • “We do not, sorry. But we have this new latte with honey. Do you like honey?” As in Honey Budha Chips? Sure… wait!
  • He’s staring at you. Do you…? No, how could you know? He’s pretty sure he never sent any photo of him in the chat room.
  • He’s feeling a little embarrassed at the way you look at him, oh shit! This was a bad idea, wasn’t it? Yeah, he shouldn’t feel like this when you look at him.
  • “Can I get a name for the order?” “Uhm… Tom.” “What a cool friendly name!” you tell him and smile innocently. “Here you go, Tom!” Oh… maybe you don’t know it’s him after all.
  • Well, that was close… and he thought he would feel better and able to focus if he saw you like that? Well, bad bad mistake, 707…
  • At least you didn’t know it was him, and… wait… “I know you’re worried, but I’m fine, as you saw for yourself. Now go back to defend justice, God Seven! ~606”
  • He should feel worried that you actually recognized him, but right now… all he can do is smile.


  • He knows where you work, he just wanted to make sure his target is behaving and not doing anything stupid that could ruin his plans
  • Oh, and they serve sorbet here, cool!
  • You spot this weird guy with this grumpy expression… where do you know him from? Think, MC, think!
  • Ugh… it’s so frustrating seeing such a familiar face and not being able to tell why.
  • “Cool tattoo.” You tell him as you make his order. He just nods. That tattoo… you saw it before!
  • He notices you keep staring curiously at him. What could you possibly be thinking?
  • Oh, the tattoo! This eye… yes! It was in that weird email Jaehee was talking about in the chat room. Mint Eye or… something like this…
  • Shit! He knew sending that picture when he was trying to convince you he was not a creepy was a bad idea. But he thought he was so well disguised… or maybe he underestimated you…
  • Call it intuition, 6th sense, whatever… you just knew! This guy was Unknown!
  • You weren’t afraid, he wouldn’t do anything with all these people around, and he should know you aren’t scared of him.
  • So you calmly hand his order and tell him to have a nice day. Okay… that was just a weird vibe, you probably didn’t suspect a thing.
  • Then he saw the note as he got into his car. “Why did you never text me back? Are you afraid? You should be… ~MC”
  • He couldn’t tell what he was feeling. It should be anger, but for some reason, he wasn’t angry, he was amused… You were very cute thinking you could threat him like that.
  • He grins, yes, he is definitely making you pay for defying him like this when he takes you to paradise.


  • He stopped by this cozy coffee shop before going to the airport.
  • Seven told him where you worked, but he genuinely didn’t remember. Yes, so much was going on, and he was so worried for you staying in that apartment, your job was just a detail he completely forgot.
  • Of course you noticed this really handsome customer with blue hair. How could you not notice?
  • But he looked familiar… this blue hair… so unique and beautiful… where have you seen it before?
  • V? Well, you couldn’t see much from his profile pic, but yes… it looked like this guy standing in front of you, waiting for you to take his order…
  • He smiles softly as you apologize for spacing out. He even asks if you’re feeling well… yes, it’s him! You’re pretty sure!
  • “Cool camera! Is that a Nikon D5300?” you’ve been studying to exchange emails with his friend Rui, you really want him at the party since he’s V’s friend. “Yes, it is! Do you like photography?”
  • “ I do!” “Well, I just take pictures as a hobby.” Modest son of a bitch… “If you’re interested, you should check Rui’s work, he’s really good.”
  • “I hear that V guy is pretty good too. Have you heard about him?” Wow, you were cute… he couldn’t hold back his arousal from you saying you liked his work.
  • “I’m pretty sure he would like to take pictures of you, you would be a perfect model!” you blush, oh shit! You thought you were in the control here? Bless your soul…
  • You hand his order and watch him walk away, almost regretting for your silly note.
  • That he only sees when he’s about to catch the plane: “You shouldn’t be so modest, I bet you can make even me look good in a photo. ~MC”
  • He laughs softly, yes, he’s been so worried he almost forgot how sweet the new RFA member is.
  • Now he can’t wait for the party, maybe everything will be solved until then and he’ll be able to talk to you… and take lots of photos of you.
The Rise of Justice - Requested

Requested by anon:  Could you do a Bruce Wayne x reader but the reader is Clark Kents little sister? She’s not kryptonion, just a normal human that Ma and Pa Kent had after Clark showed up. And Clark is super protective of her, and Bruce is head over overly priced shoes for her! And can this take place in BVS and the boys are still, all like, you need to be stopped, No YOU need to be stopped! Reader knows about their secret identities and is trying to hint that maybe they’re over reacting. Plus a little smut…Thx!

Pairing: Bruce x reader

Word count: 3,492

Warnings: Language, smut - unprotected - and I changed the whoooooole story line.

A/N: Wow, BvS was so much time ago…


Originally posted by kryptoniteclois

Sunday morning after spending time at home felt both sad and lazy. (Y/N) would visit her parents and brother at Metropolis every weekend, arriving there during Saturday mornings and leaving at Sunday’s afternoon.

She loved visiting her family, and she surely missed home, but her job at Gotham was better than anything her older brother Clark could get her on Metropolis. Therefore, she moved out and agreed to visit every weekend.

“I have a friend that is looking for a…”

“Clark.” (Y/N) interrupted his brother. “Enough, we’ve talked about this.”

“I don’t like you to live in a place where a psycho killer can’t be controlled.” Clark hissed.

“Don’t worry about Joker; I’m sure I don’t fit in the victim-profile.” She joked.

“You are dating Joker’s favourite millionaire. I’m sure you’re on top of the list.” Clark fumed, “Also, I was talking about Batman.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

If her older brother only knew what kind of relationship she held with Batman…

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Dating Diana Prince would include:


  • “No Diana, we can’t have ice cream for every meal of the day.”
  • You going as Wonder Woman for Halloween and she rolled her eyes so hard they nearly fell out her head.
  • When you crack jokes you can never tell if she is amused, she can either has a stone cold face or one that is really fluffy.
  • She loves it when you explain things. Like at museums when you explain what each thing is you often catch her just smiling at you.
  • “What’re you looking at?”
  • “You’re sweet when you are really concentrating.”
  • You can never breath when she hugs you but it’s so worth it. One hug can always make you feel on top of the world.
  • Diana describes her home to you and you sketch/write a beautiful description of it. She saves everything you do.
  • Not even just for her, she admires your talent so much.
  • I hope your a fan of PDA because oh boy is she not afraid of it.
  • Especially when someone starts flirting with you, she will kiss you.
  • Imitating her accent.
  • She always slips you into conversation when talking to the Justice League.
  • You’re really good friends with Clark. and she’s jealous
  • Her celebrating Earth holidays (Christmas/Easter) and you celebrating Amazonian ones.
  • Going through old photos of her as Wonder Woman.
Take a Chance

Prompt: Justice League members teasing Bruce about his obvious crush on the reader and she’s kind of oblivious to it? :) by anon

Bruce groaned as he watched Y/N enter the conference room. She had been helping the Justice League recently with paperwork and keeping track of the enormous amount of information that kept flooding in at all times. She was quiet, sweet, and completely and utterly oblivious to Bruce’s affection.

He didn’t think it was obvious, but the other leaguers had picked up on it almost immediately. He honestly though J’onn might have been to blame, if only because of the encouraging looks he would send Bruce’s way when they were all in the same room together. At any rate, now it seemed as though everyone but Y/N knew of his attraction to her.

“So you asked her yet, talk, dark and spooky?” Hal leaned over and asked in a not so quiet tone. Bruce didn’t say anything as he angled his body away from the man. He could practically see the smirk on the Green Lantern’s face widen.

“You know, I think she would probably say yes.” Clark said, over his shoulder. Bruce sent him a glare and superman shrugged and turned back around. Bruce sighed, hoping that was the end of the shenanigans for now.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it,” Barry started. Bruce groaned and rubbed his eyes. He could hear Clark and Hal began to snicker. “But we are your friends and as such we only want the best for you.”

“Y/N is lovely and has a good heart. It would be foolish of you to not take the chance to be with her.” J’onn said softly. Bruce sighed and got up. He walked out of the room and was greatly relieved to find that he was not followed. He had almost made it to the lab when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder. He turned to find Wonder Woman standing there.

“What is it, Diana?” Bruce asked tiredly.

“I want to know your intentions with Y/N.” She said. “You obviously have feelings for her, but you do not act on them.”

“It isn’t really something I want to talk about.” Bruce said as he moved to turn away. Diana grabbed his arm and turned him back around.

“Be that as it may, I still want to know. You can trust me to tell no one.” Diana declared.

Bruce sighed. “Fine. I like Y/N. Quite a bit. She is a beautiful, intelligent, and caring woman, but she deserves more than I can give her. I’m broken, Diana. I have been for a most of my life.”

Diana nodded and patted his shoulder sympathetically. “I believe you should give Y/N the chance to decide what she wants and whether or not you are enough for her.”

Bruce sighed and nodded. “You are probably right.”

“No, I am right.” Diana laughed. “Now go talk to her.”

Bruce smiled and went off to find Y/N. He wasn’t quite sure if she would agree to pursue a relationship with him, but he wouldn’t know until he tried.

ourqueenfelinefatale  asked:

Do you remember the specific comic where Superman's white privilege is addressed? I would love to read it.

Okay so I found the comic I was looking for and the specific panels I remembered. Unfortunately, it’s less awesome to reread it. Which… sucks. It’s an issue of Action Comics I think, where Lois is interviewing Diana while dealing with her own internalized misogyny (it’s a thing…)

And this conversation happens:


Okay so while it brings up the clear fact that Superman came as far as he did because he has the privilege of looking like and being raised as a conventionally attractive white man (comparing him to both J’onn Jones and Black hero Steel), it’s also still very “well it’s not his/Diana’s fault that they have privilege and at least they use their powers for good”.

Which is not cool and I’m sorry I got your/everyone’s hopes up about this comic.

While the panels do spell out the basics “if Superman didn’t look white, he wouldn’t have the freedom he does to maneuver” which pokes even more holes in Supergirl’s whole “white aliens experiencing racism/if they date it’s interracial/whatever” nonsense, it’s not done in as progressive a way as I swore it did.

If you want a comic that more explicitly looks at the privilege Superman has and directly compares it to the lack of privilege a Black hero has in the same/a similar world, io9 has this piece up about Icon #16 which pits Superman up against his Milestone analogue Icon (who was raised as a slave in the South and whose slowed aging/near immortality means that he’s lived through some of the most dangerous times in history to be a Black man.)

It doesn’t get resolved the way I wanted but as with the other comic, this was written in the early 1990s and well… few comics ended the way I wanted them to, back then.

If you want me to try and hunt down the issue for you, let me know and I’ll answer you privately, but here’s a scan from the issue that io9 posted within their article:

This comic though, better than the one I’d mentioned earlier, is a much better example of the privilege Superman has and how that informs the kind of hero he is and how much power he has.

I’m sorry for my mediocre memory and i hope Icon #16 is more satisfying!

(I’m going to add a link to that post back to this so people can see this because man, while I wasn’t wrong about the comic… I wasn’t hella correct about what I was remembering. Ugh.)

speisla  asked:

Hello Lyscal! Could you do a drabble about Diana visiting Artie and meeting Bizarro and Jason? It could be hilarious and I really love Artie and Diana's relationship (respectful and a little competitive). Thank you. Good luck!

Hope this is something like you wanted!


In the aftermath of the battle that had drawn the Justice League itself into the Outlaws’ business, Artemis somehow found herself standing with Wonder Woman, apart from the rest of the group. 

“It’s good to see you’re well,” Diana said.

Artemis shrugged, looking away. “Your assistance was unnecessary.”

Off in the distance Red Hood was yelling at his father. Bizarro was in the air, having successfully avoided crossing paths with Superman.

“You chose some interesting teammates,” Diana commented, as the little one threw his hands in the air and stormed away from Batman.

Artemis scoffed. “I did not choose them, they were forced upon me against my will.”

Red Hood appeared beside her. He still had his helmet on, but Artemis could practically feel the waves of sulk he was emanating. “Arty, how much would it cost me to get you to punch Batman in the face?” He turned to face Diana and he said, very quietly, “Hi.”

Diana smiled. “Hello, Jason.”

Artemis sighed. “I will do it for free, you know this already.” She grabbed him by the arm and started tugging him in the direction of his father. “You only came over so you had an excuse to speak to Wonder Woman.”

“She’s so cool,” Jason said, before clearing his throat. “But, y'know, you’re pretty cool too, Arty.”

She rolled her eyes. “Your appreciation is noted, little one.”

Clark Kent/Superman X Reader- Science Says Otherwise

Here’s the request from @acuteninja!! I couldn’t contact you through the chat, so I just wrote with what information I had. Also, this is my first fic with Superman!!! I have more diversity!!! YayyyY!!!!!  Enjoy!!!!!

Warning: Torture, Blood, Gore, etc.

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I think my favorite thing about Henry Cavill’s Superman is that he isn’t this brash, talkative, overly confident person. It’s cool to see that you can be heroic without those qualities, that it isn’t necessary in order to be good. I like that he always tries to do the right thing, regardless of what people think of him. I believe that in this modern world that’s important. Everyone has an opinion on everything and they can break down your dreams and it can seem easy to give up, but, Superman doesn’t give up on doing the right thing, regardless of how the world feels. That gives me hope that I can do the same thing too. I might be reaching with this feeling but if I’m reaching for anything it’s the stars, hopeful that I can be quiet but still great, just like Superman. 

Midnight Playdate

Scenario: In the middle of the night your husband, Jiyong, is woken up by your kids. They’re needing more pillows for something top secret.
A/N: I really love the idea of GD being a dad. I know one day he’ll make a great father so I decided to write this little thing based on that and how he’s acted on Superman Returns. I HOPE YOU ENJOY! - J
Disclaimer: As always, the gifs are not mine and belong to their rightful owner.

Genre: G-Dragon x Reader

Jiyong was having a really good dream. So good that the first time he felt a tug on his pillow he ignored it. His groggy mind only wanting to fight to go back to sleep, hoping that the dream would pick up where he left off. When he felt a second tug on the pillow, his brow scrunched in annoyance. The third tug freed his head from the pillow, ending with his head bouncing lightly on the mattress.

Biting words of disapproval clung to his tongue as his eyes snapped open. He was turning to face you but found you were curled into the soft sheets of the bed. A tiny intake of breath off to his left prompted him to find out what it was.

The dim annoyance he felt earlier quickly dissipated as his eyes fell on your little girls. Four-year-old Ae Cha and three-year-old Chin Sun. Ae Cha was clutching onto the pillow like a lifeline. Big brown eyes of terror at having woken him staring up at him. When he went to speak he saw them flinch together. Ready for him to scold them.

“Yah, baby girl what are you doing?” he inquired running a tired hand through his hair.

“Appa,” Ae Cha’s little voice was filled with apprehension. She thought she was in trouble. “We just needed the extra pillow.”

Jiyong ran a hand over his face with his fingers massaging his eyes. Doing the best that he could to wake himself.

“What are you trying to build, princess? It’s late. You should both be in bed.”

Chin Sun reached out with a timid hand to take one of his. She pulled with all her might, indicating that she just wanted to show him.

“Appa,” she pleaded and Jiyong felt his heart melt.

He let out a huff of air that ended up making his lips dance in a raspberry. Earning him a giggle from his girls. He would have to get them back to bed anyways, which means, in the end, he’d have to get up. Resigning to his fate he got up slowly from the bed as not to wake you. His feet hitting the cold floor making him wish for a moment he’d worn socks to bed.

“Alright, princess. Show appa what you’re talking about.”

With Chin Sun’s little hand still wrapped around his index finger, she began to drag him forward. Ae Cha taking his other free hand so they could drag him out by force.
You woke up with a heavy chill weighing down on your body. Your hand snaking out to drag the duvet up only to find nothing there. Your eyes squinted open, your body still fighting to go back to sleep, as they looked around the bed.

The duvet was completely removed from the bed.

“Jiyongie,” you whined.

Turning over on your side you went to look at your husband only to find the space that usually held his sleeping form missing. You let out a tsk of annoyance as your eyes scanned the bedside table. The alarm clock on his side read it was 7:36 in the morning. Another groan escaped you, wishing you could have a little more sleep, but it was time to get the girls up for school.

Your tired legs untangled from the thin sheet and landed on the floor. You ran a tired hand through your hair with your fingers finding a few knots that had been made from sleep. A stretch demanded to be made and you gave in as you removed yourself from the bed. Arms spread out wide as you closed your eyes to enjoy it while your feet shuffled out towards the girls’ rooms.

“Ae Cha! Chin Sun! It’s time to get up and get ready for school!”

Your voice bounced around the hallway as you came to their door. Only to find it was already wide open and missing two very important people. A moment of panic overtook you; now you felt fully awake.

There was probably no reason to panic. Jiyong probably already had them up and might’ve taken them to school, you reassured yourself. Sometimes, when he wasn’t dead to the world like a bear in hibernation, he took them to school. Giving you a few more hours of rest before you left for work.

When you entered the living room your feet stopped like dead weight. The two couches were missing their cushions; ending up in a massive pile between the center. A castle structure stood with your missing duvet placed over the top.
The girls giggling could be heard underneath as Jiyong’s face made an appearance through the sheets. Your daughters’ soon following after.

“Umma!” Ae Cha giggled. “Come have breakfast in the castle!”

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you moved towards what apparently was a castle, but resembled more of a teepee. Jiyong lifted up the side of the duvet so you could climb inside to find plates filled with breakfast food sitting in the middle. You leaned in to receive Jiyong’s good morning kiss as you sat down next to him and crossed your legs underneath you.

“What is all this?”

“The girls woke me up in the middle of the night. They were trying to steal my pillow.”

As you listened to your husband’s words, you found yourself chuckling. One side of his hair was sticking start up from sleep and you moved your hand out to flatten it.

“Steal your pillow for what?” you inquired.

“We wanted a castle! Umma! Appa built us a castle!”

You stole a glance over at him as he smiled down at your daughters. That gummy smile of his making his tired eyes come alive with warmth. For a moment, you thought you were about to cry tears of happiness. These were the kinds of mornings you would trade anything in the world for. To have a husband who loved you and your children unconditionally and to wake up every morning to see him staring at them the way he was now. He was in love with your children, and you were completely in love with him.

Leaning in you planted a chaste kiss on his cheek causing him to turn and stare at you. The same look of admiration and love reflecting back at you.

“Your appa is the best appa in the world. Wouldn’t you agree?”

It was directed at the girls, but your eyes stayed glued on your husband. His smile seemed to somehow become wider; shining like a thousand gigawatts as he combed a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“He’s the best!” Ae Cha shouted back in reply, and you couldn’t have agreed more.

“Obviously fans of Legion Of Superheroes or old Superman comics know what the end result of a character named Mon-El is. Other people watching will be, like, “Who is this guy? When’s he going to leave? When do we get rid of him?” I love that. I hope that people are a little bit annoyed at him at first, otherwise why I am doing this?”

Part of an interview with Chris 😂 God I love this guy so much!! Good to see he’s not affected in a negative way by the hate! Instead you’re basically doing exactly what he wants with your comments and stuff 😂😂 That’s so great!

Originally posted by rickscosnett

anonymous asked:

Ok but like I need a fluffy AF fix where the entire team celebrates the birthday of the Macklena baby. Based on all the insta pics from baby Benny's birthday

AN ~ *shows up 50 years late with starbucks and copious amounts of fluff* seriously the fluff. i needed it!! thanks for the prompt :D

thanks to @mocking-point for the name suggestion, although I went with Francesca instead of Frances, it’s in honour of Elena’s cousin Francisco. also thanks to @marvelthismarvelthat for help with the Spanish and the food! even though I didn’t use anywhere near the amount of it you gave me, I hope you like it

MackeElena + family + the team. Also lowkey set in the Bobbi Ann verse, but it’s basically just fluff, don’t overthink it. Rated G.

Read on AO3.


“Aiya!” Elena cried, dodging out of the way and trying to keep a large and brimming salad bowl upright as her daughter shot past in the narrow kitchen. “Slow down, mi niña!”

“Slow down?” Mack turned away from the stove to look at her with a fondly critical eyebrow. “From you?”

Elena snorted.

“If you hadn’t got her the shoes with the wheelies on it, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“If we hadn’t got her the shoes with the wheels,” Mack remarked, “she would have cut holes in the soles of hers and put wheels in them all by herself.”

Elena rolled her eyes as she set the salad down on the bench.

“At least Uncle Fitz isn’t making her a flying skateboard or something.”

“Never say never,” Mack remarked, “he did promise me he’s been working on something.”

“Unless it’s a self-emptying dishwasher, I don’t want to know.” Elena raised her palms to face the roof, washing her hands of the thought of it before returning to the meal preparations. They had enough food for a small army, but as her eyes ran over it, something was missing.

“Los tostones!” She darted from her spot, to the fruit basket, and back. In an instant, the giant bananas were sliced and the stove was on, oil boiling.

“You know,” Mack assured her, “I don’t think they’re going to be here that soon.”

Of course, the universe couldn’t let him have that one, and the doorbell rang a moment later. Elena poked her tongue out for a moment, but just a moment, before their little girl came running – not wheeling, fortunately – back through the already crowded kitchen.

“Kika, answer the door!” Elena encouraged, and leaned over the counter to watch as with considerable effort, the girl, whose head was still a few inches shy of the handle, hauled the door open.

“Hola, Francesca!” Coulson greeted with a wide smile, as May reached over him to help the little girl keep the door open. As Coulson bumped and shoved his way through it, surrounded in a colourful myriad of gift bags, Mack came around the corner to greet them teatowel flung over his shoulder.

“Wow!” Francesca cried, her attention torn between her father and the packages. “Are they all for me, papi?”

“In a minute, Tiny Toucan,” Mack assured her. “We’ve got to wait until everyone gets here, alright? Now how ‘bout a proper hello for May and Coulson, hm?”

Begrudgingly – but only so begrudgingly as any child presented with delayed gratification on such a large pile of gifts, Francesca greeted the newcomers and danced around May, walking curious circles around her as they filed through the tight foyer space into the larger living area. A little bewildered by the questions already beginning to flow from Francesca’s lips, May was glad for Elena’s smile and the escape to the kitchen. She’d never been asked to keep an eye on deep fried bananas before. She certainly hadn’t been to a kitchen with this much variety in it before - not for a long time.

“We should’ve put you on cooking more often,” May remarked. Elena shrugged.

“We make a lot of food for parties. I couldn’t do this every day!” And then, re-evaluating with a laugh, she added – “Well I could, but the Turtle Man would be exhausted.”

May snorted, and Elena grinned.

“Mamaaa,” Francesca interrupted. “Who’s coming again?”

“Your Uncle Fitz and Aunty Jemma, and Aunty Daisy.”

“Is Bobbi-Ann coming?”


“YESSSSS!” Throwing her fist in the air victoriously, Francesca ran out of it, out of the room, chasing it in a Superman-style pose. May shook her head, smiling good naturedly. Elena chuckled, and muttered almost to herself -

“I certainly hope little Bobbita’s had a haircut recently.”

“What for?” May wondered. “Oh these look, uh, done I think.” She stepped back, and Elena began plucking the bananas from the oil with a set of tongs and dropping them onto the paper towel.

“It’s nothing,” Elena said with a shrug, and gestured to a bowl of what appeared to be caramel sauce, sitting on the bench. “We just have some very sticky food. Arequipe. It’s a nightmare, and poor Daisy will be cleaning her child and then cleaning the bathroom for months.”

“And this doesn’t have anything to do with last year’s crayon incident?” May speculated.

Elena shrugged cryptically, and almost managed to deadpan it, but for a mischevious sparkle in her eyes that gave the game away.

“It’s not my fault the food of my people needs its own brand of shampoo.”

She took a plate of empanadas and the salad bowl, and gestured for May to grab something too – she reached for the nearest, a dish of some sort of soup? – and they returned to the dining room just as the doorbell rang again. Mack helped Francesca open the door this time and Jemma, Fitz, Daisy and Bobbi-Ann poured in. After some brief greetings, Francesca and Bobbi-Ann shot to the table with the promise that Francesca was about to receive a huge pile of presents, now that everyone was here. She promised – very loudly, so that her parents and Daisy could definitely hear – to share.

“They’re adorable!” Daisy remarked, as the aunties and uncles settled themselves around the dining table in the face of two bolt-upright, crisp-mannered, but increasingly fidgety and impatient young girls. “Ah, when did we get so grown up?”

“Never!” Fitz declared, and slapped his gift down on the table in front of Francesca with gusto. Elena groaned.

“Please don’t be a hoverboard,” she whispered.

“A what?”

It was too late to pretend she’d said nothing, but fortunately, while Fitz spiralled off this way and that with ideas, Elena’s attention was drawn back to Francesca, who was ripping open a solar panel circuit assembly kit.

“It comes with a fan,” Jemma explained since Fitz was distracted. “But Fitz thought that was a little dry, so he made a little – “

“Aw!” Francesca squealed. “Mummy! Look!”

She held a tiny dog, just a little too big to comfortably fit in her hand. It appeared to be made all of moving pieces, like a little clockwork machine.

“COOL!” Bobbi-Ann cried. “What are you gonna call it? Does it move? Does it bark?”

“I’m sure Uncle Fitz would be happy to show you, right?” Mack suggested. “But do you want to finish opening your presents first?”


Francesca squirmed in her seat, her wide eyes hungry as the family ferried Coulson’s copious pile of gifts onto and around the table.

“Now, some of those aren’t as cool as a robot dog,” Coulson admitted. “There’s some pyjamas and socks in there. But! Also! A train set, huh? And there’s a kit in there for making bottle rockets and you can even put a little message inside and shoot it up into the sky!”


Francesca couldn’t decide which bag to look at first. Bobbi-Ann got in on the action eventually, and the two of them picked through the pile under the amused eyes of the family that loved them. A feeling of warmth settled over the table, unbeknownst to the girls lost in conversation of their own, as between the adults the disarrayed beginning settled into contentment. They didn’t all get together as much anymore, but it was hard to think of a better occasion than this.

raincloud-chill  asked:

Heyo :) I saw that you got your wisdom tooth out (ouch, that must've been a pain) I hope I'm not bothering with art requests? I'd love to see some DCEU/BvS superbat/bruceclark in your art style? Anything fluffy is fine, I just love your art style :)

It’s alright haha I’m good now! I got my stitches removed and am feeling much better. I can finally eat omg <3

And thank you! I’m glad you like my art style! It’s my first time drawing them, though. Pardon me if they look kinda off lmao

Supergirl season 2 finale

this was an emotional one

thank god they cured Superman so he wasn’t under Rhea’s control anymore. It was wonderful to see him on my screen again.

Winn fanboying over him was glorious. As was Winn telling off Lillian

Lillian, you might care about your daughter, and be honest enough to admit that you’ve always chosen something else over her, but you’re still not a good person.

I hope Lena finds a true mentor, one who isn’t a manipulative bitch. She deserves happiness and love.

J’onn woke up, and M’gann returned, bringing White Martian allies with her.

I don’t mind the J’onn x M’gann romance, it’s okay. I just wanted more buildup to it. But that’s fine, I still enjoy them.

it was naive to think Rhea would actually leave if Kara won

Kara having to say goodbye to Mon El again was so sad. It broke my heart to see their hearts break. At least she said I love you, and he said it again. My poor OTP, separated again.

Kal El being able to not only help save the day, but also tell Kara how much she means to him and how he admires her.

Oh Kara, I’m so sorry that you feel lonely amidst all the happy relationships your friends are in.

Cat always giving the best advice ever, and like I always suspected, knowing that Kara is in fact, Supergirl.

bless Alex for wanting to be there for her sister; you still can be, even if she needs to be alone sometimes.

what the hell was sent to Earth 35 years ago from Krypton??

also, to end this post on a good note, I did not expect Alex to propose, but she did! I’m assuming Maggie will say yes, and then we’ll have a Sanvers wedding, but that moment when Alex said “marry me” just made my heart leap with joy.

Cross (2/?) - Avengers x (f)Reader x Justice Leauge

Originally posted by ageofimagines

Words: 1144
Pairing: Avengers x Reader
Featuring: DC characters
Warnings: fighting
Requested: #still moving and no internet so queue
Authors Note: I hope you guys are liking this LOL XD. Other parts will be linked once I get a chance to use Internet. (Thank you guys so much for the awesome response for this! I was so worried to post it, and I am so glad you guys like it!!)

Tags (since I got internet for like, five minutes): @shamvictoria11 @me-shipper-trash

Part One Two Three Four Five Six


“So, is this like a very into it protester?” You asked Tony.

He shook his head. “I don’t think so. Friday says that he has a gun, and the girl is really sketchy. They’re both dressed up. Is there some type of con going on? Considering the people at the facility and the people down here, something must be going on.” Tony sighed.

“I don’t think there’s anything going on. And the Superman guy- if he’s cosplaying, well, I’ve never heard of him.” You shrugged.

“Oh my go-” Tony cut himself off.

“Someone! You!” The man in clown makeup ah green hair pointed to a lady just walking in front of him. She didn’t listen, and kept walking.

“I will kill all of you if someone doesn’t answer me!”

“(Y/N), look away.” Tony told you as he looked down. But you couldn’t, you were trying to figure out where you had seen this man.

“You! You’re looking at me!” The man walked closer to you.

You quickly turned your head to look at Tony. “They’re coming over here.”

“Don’t say anything.” Tony told you.

“Tell me where I am!” The man yelled at you. He was taller than you, and he smelled horrible.

Keep reading


Merry Christmas, Lars!  I’m your jm secret santa! :D  I decided to draw your Searching for Superman babies getting some good ol’ relaxation time and cuddling!

I’m not caught up all the way on your fic, but it is absolutely amazing so far (I’ll catch up, too!).  You bring such unique qualities to everyone, and I enjoy reading it all.  You’re talented and shine bright, and I hope you have a merry Christmas and great day!

Ichigo Doesn’t Want ‘Power’, He Wants Shinigami

I’m a little bent out of shape that the ridiculous “Ichigo doesn’t want to be a shinigami, he just wants power” argument has recently made it’s way down the grapevine once again.

People should really pay special attention to posts like this because ‘certain groups’ (IchiHime fans for a main cause…”non-shippers” for a secondary) are the pinpoint reason people don’t understand Ichigo as much as they should. They delude fucking everything to face-value…if that deep.

It’s a joke, it’s a crying shame that this is even still disputable. Kurosaki Ichigo is a shinigami. It’s an established fact and if you genuinely can’t see that go ahead and add ‘ignorant’ to your tumblr bios.

Not just human, not quincy, not visored, not full-bringer, not hollow. S-H-I-N-I-G-A-M-I.

The entirety of the Lost Agent/Full-Bringer arc was meant to showcase that. Flew right over your heads, didn’t it?

To think Ichigo is fine with just “power” is (in nicer terms) a filthy misunderstanding of his character. To believe what Ichigo craves is simply “power” is to paint Ichigo very deficient in depth and exactly the same as any other cookie-cutter shonen protagonist. It’s a low-blow certain fans take advantage of to further their agendas of wanting to keep Ichigo human or anything else that isn’t shinigami because it benefits their ship and the group they are more fond of (the humans…or again just not the shinigami).

Ichigo doesn’t just want power. The means in obtaining that power, the usage of it, the people using it, the limitations, the harm done,etc. Ichigo takes ALL of that into account.

Ichigo needs the power he possesses to be good, it has to do right by the greatest possible number of people.

Ichigo has a huge problem with the shinigami when he found out that hollows were once normal humans. The boy nearly made himself sick in thinking that the monsters he was killing were even so much as reminiscent of those he wanted to protect. “Normal human, you’ve been letting me kill normal humans!” And isn’t it the job of a shinigami to take care of those normal humans?

Berry-boy is only okay with shinigami when he realizes it benefits every entity involved. Pure soul and hollow and human are best protected this way. Pure souls get konsō, hollows are cleansed, humans are protected from hollows. All 3 of Ichigo’s concerns are taken care of in a rudimentary good way.

To compare, Ichigo is not a quincy. A quincy more or less, is a defender of the human race. They use the same spiritual energy as the shinigami, but unlike the shinigami who call on “the power within,” a quincy acts as a sponge and absorbs reiatsu outside their bodies and transform it into a usable form of power. Reiatsu while not an essentially physical power, is more for suited for strict offense  because unlike a shinigami’s kidō having aspects of offense, defense, healing, etc. and their zanpakutos being multifaceted with physical attacks, konsō for pure souls, cleansing for hollows, etc. a quincy’s purpose has nothing to with beings different from themselves, so protection of the many is not priority. I mean is “Monk of Destruction“. I should’ve started and stopped explaining there. Considering Ichigo’s daily life, I think killing those he wishes to protect isn’t going to cut it. “Power” be damned.

Ichigo is not a Full-Bringer. Full-bringer just isn’t good enough. It’s not powerful enough, it doesn’t cleanse hollow, it doesn’t send pure souls to rest. It is semi-useful at best and only so in the human world. (Full-Bringers are entirely too human to compete with shinigami or espada or quincy).

Do I even need to touch on the fact that Ichigo was depressed and feeling useless as a human? Soul-deep, rain inducing depression. Did we decide to forget Tensa Zangetsu being pissed as all living hell that Ichigo’s soul went from “tall skyscrapers that represented your hope and happiness” to fucking  Karakura Town? Was that not a decent enough hint?

Ichigo went from ‘At first, I thought "I want to protect Mom.” The ones to protect increased with the birth of my sisters.’ but still was only at the level of ‘I’m not a good enough guy to risk my life for strangers.”

He quickly shifted to “I’m not superman so I can’t say anything big like I’ll protect everyone on earth. I’m not a modest guy so I can’t say it’s enough to protect as many people as my two hands can handle. I want to protected a mountain-load of people’ and to the final form of  ‘I don’t mean to sound cocky, but tell everybody to hold on for me. Please hold on, Urahara-san, I’ll definitely protect everyone’.

He didn’t get that way from being a measly human in a small little town and he sure as hell wasn’t meant to stay there. (Wanting, trying, and dedicating your life to protecting every single person in a universe of death gods and soul-eaters before ending up unforgivably human and with not one single clue that you are what you strived to be for years is a stupid resolution don’t you think?).

We know exactly how Ichigo feels about relying on the hollow inside him. He refused it, pushed it back, thought of it as a nuisance, was scared of it, stopped fighting when he felt it pushing through (in obviously critical fights and got pummeled as reward), etc. Does anyone actually believe Ichigo would ever pull out the hollow powers unless they enhanced his shinigami powers? When would Ichigo use hollow on it’s own? Using hollow powers without a shinigami core leaves Ichigo without any iota of cognitive function. He is “hollowfied and unaware” of everything about himself and around him. That’s not him. (Literally Ichigo’s own fucking words).

And what’s more, it’s not only for the extreme total-package hollow either.

That hollow, or demon in ichigo’s own words is a nuisance, it gets in the way of what Ichigo wants to do. A power of a hollow is not what Ichigo wants, it’s not “him” so it shouldn’t be fighting. I mean, hell, the man apologized to Byakuya for it and says “Let’s start again from the beginning.”  (’Yeah, we’re both half dead but I hate this new development so we need to wipe the slate clean so I can feel proud when I kick your ass and win’).

The only group with the label ‘protector’ sewn onto their uniforms is the Shinigami.

To which Byakuya comes to the easy conclusion (that a shockingly large part of the Bleach fandom can’t understand): 

What a power does fucking matters to Ichigo.

The only group with the label ‘protector’ sewn onto their uniforms is the Shinigami.

I mean, if pure action, reaction, and established morals and principles aren’t enough (and no shade but we know for some,fandom-exaggerated verbal reassurance is everything) so I’ve got verbal reassurance too!

Do I need to explain any of this?  Ichigo’s freaking soul couldn’t stop him from being a shinigami. Ichigo WANTS shinigami, Ichigo FOUGHT for shinigami, Ichigo IS shinigami. And Old Man Zangetsu was happy to step off and support Ichigo in this because despite the pain, being a shinigami made Ichigo HAPPY.

To the Visored:

To the Full-Bringers:

His proudest moments were all with him fighting as a Shinigami.

Context clues and intelligence kids! Don’t forget to use them.

Ichigo seems pretty happy about being a shinigami. He missed it. He had things he carried with him because he wanted to remember, because he wanted it back.

Power. It’s what Ichigo wants to fill his fundamental need to protect people. A need that was fulfilled by Kuchiki Rukia.

When what she gave him was lost, she gave up everything and hardened her resolve to give it to him once again (the novel “The Death Save the Strawberry depicts it as “without fail and by any means necessary). She asked the shinigami for help and that power Ichigo needed, the power he lost was returned to him because of those shinigami. (they are all quite fond of Ichigo so it’s hard to believe they put up much of a fight about it).

That power was enhanced by the Shinigami (there’s so so many but I’m going to only give you 3, pardon me for that. I mean hell, there’s just so many. I didn’t even mention Renji).

Ichigo vs. Ikkaku:

Learned about shikai, learned to “not let the wound bleed and hinder your performance, but to find a way to stop the bleeding.” Please realize this isn’t about ointment, it’s about intelligence and preparation over brute strength…coming from a “thug of the 11th division” this should be quite inspirational.

Ichigo vs. Kenpachi:

Ichigo conquered the worst fear (Kenpachi Zaraki) he felt through the entire series, learned a zanpakuto wasn’t just a tool, improved his relationship with Zangetsu (’because if I don’t know more about you than just your name Old Man…me and him, we’re the same!’), gained an indomitable determination (’I did it…I can cut him! Don’t die, don’t die, don’t die, not here, not now. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I can’t die, not yet! I have to stand back up and fight…I have to save Rukia!), “It’s pointless to just fight, it’s pointless to just live, I WANT TO WIN!”

Ichigo vs. Byakuya:

…do I even need to explain perhaps the greatest fight in Bleach and how it affected Ichigo? Or can I just state the fact that the only fight Ichigo has ever expressed loud and boisterous pride in was as a shinigami fighting a shinigami.

By the by, he also came back to train with Squad 11 in his free time too.

And let us never forget who taught Ichigo, who Ichigo considers his teacher (sure as fuck ain’t Rukia so all those bull-crap IchiRuki is a mentor/student angle instead of equal/equal, partner/partner can shove it) is:

“He” is Urahara Kisuke just so you know (and just so I don’t have to put another full-page panel in).

And what is with this Ichigo has to start isolated and lonely mentality?

I don’t know, Ichigo has a pretty shinigami way of seeing things. “The ones I love and want to protect increased.” Very Ichigo and very shinigami indeed.

Ichigo has shinigami friends and family! They were no longer part of the simple-mountain-load. They became precious people! He screamed his lungs out hearing them screen and thought of the ones he was closet too as he was trying to make his way to Soul Society during the quincy invasion.

Ichigo has world-changer, partner, best friend, soulmate, whatever-we-are-we’ve-been-forever, lover, Rukia!

He has rival, pissing-contest buddy, I’ll-pick-you-up-and-never-let-you-stay- down, best friend Renji!

He has fight-club bros but we-also-have-had-and-will-have-more-heart-to-hearts chumps Ikkaku and Yumichika!

He has mentors, teachers, confidants, loving parental figures (of sorts), I’ll-shape-you-into-a-man-by-sending-you-to-your-seemingly-assured-death parents Urahara and Yoruichi!

He has I’ll-kill-you-as-soon-as-look-at-you-but-we-grew-so-much-together, gym buddy Kenpachi!

He has drunk-big-sister-but-I’ll-be-here-for-you-no-matter-what-because-Kubo-has-canonically-named-me-big-sis-of-the-milennium-and-I-was-so-perceptive-of-you-and-how-you’re-still-a-kid-when-most-people-seem-to-forget-that Rangiku!

He has very easy-to-make-conversation-with, we-have-such-deep-respect-and-faith-in-each-other, why-are-you-so-fond-of-me-Kurosaki-we-shouldn’t-even-be-on-first-name-basis-yet, Tōshirō Hitsugaya-taichou!

He has we-both-hated-each-other-because-of-the-one-person-we-both-love-with-everything-in-us-now, you’re-a-big-brother-to-me, you-made-me-a-better-man, here-have-a-pass-to-an-easy-and-fruitful-life-in-soul-society-because-I-love-you-man, here-have-a-statue-in-your-likeness-because-fuck-I-love-you-man, here-I-leave-the-wellbeing-of-soul-society-to-you-because-I-trust-and-have-faith-in-you-man (even-when-I-didn’t-think-my-lieutenant-was-smart-enough-to-analyze-a-single-sternritter-at-the-time), I-trust-and-respect-you-so-much-I’ll-fight-for-you-even-if-you’re-not-in-my-memories here-have-my-beloved-sisters-hand-in-marriage BFF and brother-in-law Byakuya!

Embarassing-uncles-that-somehow-care-about-Ichigo-so-much-like-why. we’re-old-but-cool-enough-to-tell-you-so-much-dirt-on-your-dad, here-let’s-have-tea, how’s-Kuchiki-doing-are-you-being-good-with-my-subordinate, Kyoraku and Ukitake (who is fucking alive and well) (and who along with Yoruichi and Urahara are the two Ichigo is shown to respect most).

He has we-haven’t talked-much-but-who-could-deny-we’d-be-bitchin’-BFFS Hisagi, Kira, and Hinamori!

He has this crazy ass dynamic with Mayuri and Unohana and I just love to think how fucking scared and confused Ichigo would constantly be around them.

He has so much there already and would have easily had so much more.

He has literal BLOOD there. The Shiba clan? That chemistry with Kukaku and Ganju? The other Shiba folk we haven’t been introduced to? His father not being shown in Karakura being highly suggestive to the fact he probably doesn’t live there anymore?

Going off to college would have already logically put a rock bottom minimum 4 years without heavy interaction gap between his sisters and himself and then Karin and Yuzu would also would go to college.

Newsflash, so would his friends. Am I supposed to believe they all want take the same majors and that our 4 karakura heroes would just give up protecting the world and…rot in Karakura? But, I mean that’s what happened, right? But just because it happened, does it mean it’s good? None of them wanted to stay in Karakura, (and I mean right down to Keigo who wasn’t even proud of the town until Don Kanonji held an event there).  

And are we going to allow people to pretend Rukia (who has witnessed just about every meaningful Kurosaki sibling moment, protected the twins, been shown to be fond of them and them of her, and encouraged them to eat next to their brother) would really force Ichigo into isolation as some seem to believe she wouldn’t give two shits about the Kurosaki family (the first family that has happily and willingly accepted her)?

Am I supposed to believe getting as many trips to Soul Society as the humans want, for how long they want, and when they want it is literal hell?

Literally it was NOBODIES, NOT ONE PERSON’S goal to stay put in puny little Karakura Town. They were all fucked up, down, and sideways in this ending. Every. Single. Character got butchered and sent to character assassination hell.

How am I ever supposed to get over the fact that amazingly every last character in Bleach was shafted more than anything ever in the history of literature? I adore them, I love them. So fucking how are some people delusional enough to think they are okay? How is Ichigo, the one who got fucked the most, somehow the happiest?

I was among the few who never believed Ichigo would wind up living in Soul Society after the final war (probably because Kubo had already hyped up and let down too many aspects of the narrative by then for me to buy into it), but I fail to ever understand the unwanted, unasked for, uneducated, lack-of-logic belief that Ichigo would be miserable in Soul Society, but thrive in Karakura. When all the misery thus far in his life had been in Karakura? Okay, yes. Such logic. Much intelligence. Very skill.

But the best we can do now is add #anti-bleach ending or make #pro-character posts, try to analyze the exact expression of Ichigo that we should’ve realized marked the end of it all and suck it up cause we’re all disappointed right?

…15 years man, most have been here since year 3-4 of Bleach’s creation. Some have here all 15 years. Some have been so happy with it they managed to catch up in a 1 year. Some are just starting and don’t even know. So yeah those holier-than-thou, victim role assuming fans can save the breathe they’ve been wasting the past 4 months. Nobody has to get over this so they can peacefully pretend the Bleach ending wasn’t “that bad.”

Bleach meant a hell of a lot to everybody, ICHIGO meant a hell of a lot to E-V-E-R-Y-BO-D-Y. And Shinigami meant a hell of a lot to Ichigo.

Far too young to die

WARNINGS: Fluff shit. Flirty Clark. Concerned Bruce. 
Summary: The reader is the adopted daughter of millionaire Bruce Wayne, she is currently going to college and is an intern at the Daily planet where she is partnered with Clark Kent. She is oblivious to Clark’s alter ego and develops a certain crush on a black haired, glasses wearing Daily Planet employee.
Notes: My first DC fic so it might be choppy until I can get a hold of it. But besides that I hope you guys enjoy. This fic is based off an idea from my dear close friend @alelostinwonderland. I dedicate this series of fics to her. Check out her fandom fic blog! @fan-dom-imagines 

Chapter 1

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 “Have a nice day at work Ms. (Y/n)!” Alfred shouted as he waved good-bye to you and Bruce. You waved back with a smile as Bruce backed out off the drive way.

 “So how’s work been going?” Bruce asked after a few minutes of silence.
 “It’s been going really good. It’s not a real job but I do like the atmosphere, and the people.” You answered looking out the window, watching the blur of passing trees.
  “What about school? How are the classes?” 
“Bruce don’t worry, I can handle this,” you turn to him. He didn’t look back at you. “I’m not worrying. I’m just concerned.” He said in his defense. “Work and school. I told you I can pay for everything.”

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