i think i got everyone but i'm sure i forgot someone

The Lego Movie - Sentence Starters
  • "Cover your butt."
  • "Oh, now there's a prophecy."
  • "All this is true, because it rhymes."
  • "That was a great, inspiring legend...that you made up."
  • "Good morning, apartment!"
  • "Ah here it is, the instructions to fit in, have everyone like you, and always be happy!"
  • "Wear clothes. Whoops, almost forgot that one!"
  • "Honey, where are my pants?"
  • "What was I just thinking? Ah, I don't care."
  • "Take everything weird and blow it up!"
  • "Who wants to eat some delicious chicken wings and get craaazyyyy?!"
  • "...I think I heard a whoosh."
  • "I feel like maybe I should touch that."
  • "So you've never heard of the prophecy?"
  • "I watch a lot of cop shows on TV, isn't there also supposed to be a good cop?!"
  • "That guy's not a criminal mastermind."
  • "We all have something that makes us something, and ____ is...nothing."
  • "Am I gonna die?!"
  • "Yes, we've told him he'll live so he doesn't try to escape, but...we're lying to him."
  • "Come with me if you wanna not die."
  • "What are you, a DJ?"
  • "Darn darn darn, darny, darn!"
  • "Oh my g-o-s-h!"
  • "I'm not sure exactly why you'd bring that up."
  • "I never have any ideas."
  • "Blah blah blah, proper name, place name, backstory stuff."
  • "I think I got it. But just in case... Tell me the whole thing again, I wasn't listening."
  • "How scary can someone's office be?"
  • "This meeting could run a little bit...deadly."
  • "It makes me just want to pick up whoever's standing closest to me and just throw them through this window!"
  • "All I'm asking for is total perfection!"
  • "Howdy guys! Come sit on me!"
  • "I don't think he's ever had an original thought in his life."
  • "Introducing, the double decker couch! So everyone can watch TV together and be buddies!"
  • "That idea is just the worst."
  • "Your mind is so prodigiously empty that there is nothing in it to clear away in the first place."
  • "I'm dark and brooding too! ...Guys, look! A rainbow!"
  • "Any idea is a good idea! Except the not happy ones."
  • "I know what you're thinking: he is the least qualified person in the world to lead us! And you are right!"
  • "You are so disappointing on so many levels."
  • "This is not how Batman dies!"
  • "Somebody get me some markers! Some construction paper! And some glitter glue!"
  • "I'm here to see...your butt."
  • "You're telling me that you have a machine to control the universe and you can't listen to tunes in surround sound?"
  • "I want speakers that you can hug with your arms and your legs."
  • "I didn't draw that, is that me exploding?!"
  • "Must be weird. One minute, you're the most special person in the universe. The next, you're nobody!"
  • "Unfortunately, I'm going to have to leave you here to die."
  • "So I guess running around and screaming is normal."
  • "You don't know me, but I'm on TV, so you can trust me."
  • "What in the world is that? It's adorable."
  • "Do not eat me!"
  • "Why is the dragon on top of the luxury condo development?"
  • "You don't have to be the bad guy."
  • "He's the hero you deserve."
  • "Everything is awesome!"

Summary: Ryan sweeps into Gavin the Third’s life, turns his world upside down, and then has to pick up the pieces.

(Eleven Little Roosters fic)

a/n: Silly thing I wrote to practice their characterisations, but I’ll post it as my gift to all of you freewood people waiting for them to interact in the show LOL

c/w: brief mentions of suicide, nothing actually happens


Ryan met with Gavin the Third in a small but painfully expensive restaurant overlooking the Thames. The agent was already there when he arrived, sitting by the window with a glass of red wine in hand and three plates of tiny appetisers in front of him that Ryan was quite sure had already amounted to several hundred pounds despite seeming to barely contain more than a mouthful of actual food.

“Gavin,” he said as he approached, and the other man’s eyes flicked up to him.

It still gave Ryan a jolt, how fucking identical he looked to Ryan’s old coworker. But not just to the two Gavins who he’d met back at Rooster Teeth. To the student he’d met while investigating the wormhole that’d opened in some university science lab. To the Golden Boy who worked with gangs over in Los Santos. To that idiot running around with a Union Jack on his chest claiming to be a superhero who’d been in all the papers lately.

They were all over the fucking place, and maybe Ryan should’ve been used to that same giant nose popping up everywhere, but somehow - every time - it still made him feel an odd guilt. A flash back to his life before all this.

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anonymous asked:

(rape tw) Can you explain why you don't think HIV+ people have a moral responsibility to tell potential partners their status, if that is indeed your position? I understand that if they have an undetectable viral load and they practice safer sex, the risk of transmission is very low, but it still exists, no? I'm just trying to understand. I have HPV and I feel guilty for not telling the man who raped me beforehand, and that's not even a potentially fatal illness, just an inconvenience. (1/2)

(2/2) I want to support HIV+ people and not make their lives harder, but I’m having a really hard time with this perspective from an ethical standpoint.

(anon sorry, i answered this but forgot it in my drafts)

anon, i’m not really sure where this is coming from since i haven’t posted about this in a while [since this came in before my other post got resurrected] but i’ll try to explain (and forgive me, this got so damn long but i’m quite swamped lately and have no time to edit)

i don’t think i’ve said that there’s no responsibility to disclose, and i wonder what made you think i did, but the main point i want to get across is that it doesn’t really matter what i think about the morality of nondisclosure in any given situation — what matters is whether i think it should be a serious crime. this is a separate question because the law isn’t about morality, in this case it should be about public health.

and these laws are a resounding failure from a public health perspective, especially since as written they penalize testing and usually completely fail to take into account the risk level of the activity (including condom use) or even whether transmission actually occurred (even when the charge is “criminal transmission”!). these laws were born out of stigma, not science or real ethics. but you don’t have to take my word for it; this is the accepted position among HIV/AIDS and sexual health advocacy organizations, and even the CDC is recommending that they be reviewed. i really recommend reading what these organizations have to say about it. from a quick search UNAIDS’s policy brief (pdf) seems pretty good and clear but there is much more out there.

i’m so sorry about what happened to you and i want to know that you’re not at fault at all. no rape survivor is at fault for their rape or for the consequences of the rape for the rapist. he chose to do that to you, and he accepted the risks that came with that. that is entirely on him!

i think a major problem with the debate about disclosure is that, as the UNAIDS brief says, it “places […] responsibility for HIV prevention exclusively on those already living with HIV and dilutes the public health message of shared responsibility for sexual health between sexual partners.” this applies to other STIs as well. we all have to take responsibility for our own sexual health, at least when it comes to acts we consented to.

even if it may seem to make sense on a moral level, placing the entire responsibility on people who know they’re positive for HIV or any other infection just doesn’t work. there will always be people who don’t know their status or can’t know their status for sure because they were exposed too recently. these people can’t disclose, yet if they are HIV+ they pose a much greater transmission risk than people who know they’re positive because they can’t possibly be accessing treatment, because transmission risk is highest in the acute infection stage when they’ve first contracted HIV, and because they’re less likely to be taking the additional safer sex precautions that they’d take if they knew.

there is still a profound stigma against people living with HIV and other STIs. when we’re influenced by this stigma, we’re likely to focus on finding someone to blame for transmission (or even the possibility of transmission). when we reject the stigma, we can focus on effective methods of prevention which involve helping everyone accurately judge their risk level and make informed choices to protect themselves.

you mention that safer sex with someone with an undetectable viral load is very low-risk (so low-risk, in fact, that i don’t think there’s ever been a documented case of transmission under these circumstances) but that any risk is too much. it’s fine if you feel that way; you set your own boundaries. but sex with someone who doesn’t know their status is much riskier. so is it morally permissible not to disclose to your partners that you don’t know your status? and should not disclosing that be a crime?

i don’t think most people think so, or they haven’t thought about it. to a lot of people, not knowing their status is normal, because their sexual choices are governed by assumptions: they assume that they are negative, for HIV, HSV, etc., and they assume that everyone they have sex with is negative, unless they say otherwise. they assume this partly because of lack of education, and partly because of stigma. we think of people with STIs as dirty, reckless, less than virtuous. we don’t want to think of ourselves or the people we’re intimate with that way. but of course, people with STIs are not those things — having an STI is an entirely morally neutral characteristic of a person. and these assumptions about ourselves and others aren’t sound. they are actually an obstacle to STI prevention.

so these debates trouble me because they obscure the fact that the best practice for everyone is to get tested regularly, disclose what you know about your status (including whether you know it!), and ask about your partner’s status, making it clear that it’s safe for them to be honest. and when we place all responsibility on people who know they’re positive, we validate our assumptions that everyone is negative, but we have to challenge those assumptions if we want to protect ourselves and each other. we have to acknowledge that when we decide to have sex based on the assumption that our partner must be negative, we are taking a risk. even in a world where everyone who knows they’re positive disclosed — and i believe most do — this would be a risk.

the sooner we can accept this and reject stigma, the sooner we can take steps toward more honest and open communication in our sexual lives and make healthy, fully informed choices, the sooner we can stop the spread of HIV.

When to just never bring it up

So I know I’ll eat shit for this cause everyone is all about “the feels” of the GQ interview, but I’m going to do it anyway. The story of the “I heart T.S.” tank top given by Tom makes no god damn sense so I’m going to work through it. 

***I have never claimed the relationship was fake just that it was heavily orchestrated for maximum publicity. Nobody come at me with what I’m sure would have been some colorful nicknames.***

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A Hard Day’s Night

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Prompt: Castiel, bothered by his friends because he never even kissed someone, decides he can’t handle the nagging anymore and does something he thought he’d never do.

Tags: student!cas, escort!dean, angst 

Words: 1116

A/N: Part one of a series if there’s interest, feedback is very much appreciated.  

Tagging: @amazingstuartwhoisnotonfire @thedisgraced @funnycas @destielonfire @purgatoan @sunkissedsam @prettyboydean @saminzat @ducksorclowns @castielismyfavouriteangel (please let me know if you want to be tagged, or if I should get you off the list!)

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anonymous asked:

Hi, again! I'm your office nonny from yesterday (I'd log in but I forgot the password... again). Anyway, are you me? Literally, every week someone on my floor gets pregnant. They're popping out of the snow like daisies! :O On topic, might I request 14 friendshippy gen with Shiro and whichever one of the Pals you like? Bonus for a peanut gallery of the other three. I'm all about that dancing Shiro! :D Thanks!

It’s the 1000 Followers Special!  Based on these prompts.  Prompts are now closed.  Don’t want to see all 35 of these?  Block ‘1000 Followers Special’.  Can’t read on mobile?  These will slowly be posted to AO3 starting in a few days as ‘Hold Up Half the Sky’.  A huge thank you to Xagrok for the beta’ing!

“You can’t possibly be sitting this one out.”

Shiro glanced over as Lance sat down in the chair next to him.  His brows were up in question as he flopped down, stretching his legs out in front of him.  One of the local aliens had to suddenly step around them, and they shot Lance a flat look that he either ignored or didn’t see at all.

Looking down at his chair, Shiro arched a brow.  “Apparently I can be.”

Lance stuck out his tongue.  “That wasn’t a pun.  I’m not Hunk.  Don’t make this into something we’ll both regret.  C’mon, why aren’t you out there?”

Sighing, Shiro looked out over the room.  It was designed like a ballroom, with a huge open space and warm lighting.  Everyone on the dance floor was in pairs, swirling in a way that reminded Shiro of a waltz.  With each step, the floor under their feet lit with a pale golden glow, only for a moment.

It was lovely, Shiro wouldn’t bother to deny that.  But there was a problem.

“It’s pairs dancing,” Shiro replied.  “And I don’t know the steps.”

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anonymous asked:

"I'm just so nervous" for the prompt thing

did i go overboard with this one? probably. do i regret it? not for a second.

“I’m just so nervous.” My fingers tap nervously on the steering wheel and Harry reaches over and squeezes my knee.

“There’s nothin’ to be nervous about, love.”

“You don’t understand, you’ve never dealt with them all at once.”

“No, but your mums are great so I’m not worried.”

It was true, my moms both loved Harry to death, always asking when the next time we’d come to dinner was and “you don’t even have to come, love, just send Harry over.”

It was almost insulting.

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even though i watched all the performances yesterday i just now thought about making a post talking about all the things i thought, so here.

- apparently the only 3 boy groups in korea are exo, bts and got7

- why do individuals do covers to group songs it just doesn’t come out well =/ all the fucking growl performances gdi

- why did moonbok do bts like ???????? i expected him to do a cover to a rapper or something like that, it just didn’t work (again, one guy doing a group song why) and honestly as someone who didn’t know him before produce and has seen so many people talking about him, i expected way more than that

- GOD BLESS TAKADA KENTA. honestly i’m so in love with this boy ;;;;;;;;;;; also i’m so happy with his song choice!!! I kinda expected him to cover teen top but i’m glad he didn’t because it wouldn’t have worked. and idk taemin fit him well and since he did a song in japanese he could focus on his singing and dancing instead of trying to learn the lyrics in korean, but since he still chose a kpop idol it worked perfectly!!! (also i have a friend who’s ult bias is taemin so i sent it to her and made her love him lmfao)

- the yuehua boys are the loves of my life i will sell my soul for each and every one of them!!!!

- also the mmo boys, rbw boys and brand new boys!!!

- god bless lee daehwi

- noh taehyun and ha sungwoon did the best performance, and you can fight me on that i don’t care. 

- half of the guys who got an f weren’t as bad as they made them out to be. lee seokyu (my babyyyyyy) was a really good dancer actually, they made it sound like he was really bad but he wasn’t… also yoo jisung… and there were more i can’t remember… oh the one from topp dogg i forgot his name oops but he did a really good performance as well and i heard he was in f so like ?????

- bless yul and sancheong they were so nervous i can kinda understand why their rank was low, they can do so much better than that ;;

- i’m still upset that mnet didn’t actually show like 80% of the performances especially the mmo and rbw boys because they were so great and like wtf

- i’m sure there was more i wanted to say but i forgot now so idk

i hope the show will get better now and that it was only bad because they had so many performances and couldn’t show all of them (though i think they could have showed more and only start the practice of pick me in ep 3 like i think it was with the girls right?)

‘I Can Try’

A/N: Ok this was a short scene inspired by TWD 167.

Apologies if Andrea is OOC. I’ve never attempted to write her before. Also, this is cheesy as fuck and stupid, but nobody said inspiration always led to good things.

Writing under the cut.

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cityofaangels  asked:

I'm writing an AU Avengers with dogs fic, so I have to ask: what do you think would be each Avenger's dog ? (I already have them figured, just curious!)

Oooh, that sounds great! Did you already post it? (I purposefully didn’t check until I answered this bc I wanted to see what the two of us would come up with independently) And if not, will you please tell me when you do? *sends huge, adorable puppy eyes your way (and I mean real puppys, you don’t stand a chance darling)*

Before I do this, fair warning: I’m not exactly a dog person. I have mixed experiences with dogs and I don’t know a lot about different breeds and stuff, so I just relied on a quick google search. That being said, I had a lot of fun with this and here’s what I finally decided upon:

  • Steve has an Affenpinscher. I have never even heard of this dog before today, but from the moment I read ‘fearless out of all proportion of their size’ and ‘big dog in a small body’ I knew I had found the right one. Also the mental image of huge Steve with tiny dog gives me feels
  • Natasha has a Bolognese. For one, they have fluffy white fur and look about as unthreatening as possible. For another, they’re very manipulative. Natasha loves to use both of these qualities to her advantage. She’s also greatly amused whenever someone falls for one of her beloved dog’s schemes. (Nobody ever dares to ask whether she falls for them on purpose or not.)
  • Clint has a Cockapoo. I like to think that he initially wanted an entirely different dog but fell in love with this cuddly, lively puppy who’s so incredibly intelligent it baffles Clint time and again. He loves to teach her new, imaginative and crazy tricks all the time. It reminds him of his childhood at the circus, but in a good way.
  • Thor I had so much trouble with him, I just couldn’t decide on one. I figured he’d have a rare breed, maybe even one that takes extensive and expensive care, though I don’t know why. I also like the idea of him having a Komondor, but decided on a Black Russian Terrier in the end. From what wikipedia says they were bred during WWII as military/working dogs and work well as guard dogs. I can’t put a finger on it, but they just kinda fit my idea of a ‘warrior companion’ Thor might have been given by his father at some point? Maybe even as part of a coming of age ritual? idk
  • Bruce oh god, if anyone was harder than Thor, it’s definitely Bruce. I’ve struggled so much with this because I couldn’t decide what kind of dog Bruce would be looking for, especially if he was the Hulk, but also if he wasn’t. I went with the classic Labrador Retriever in the end, because they are very well known (and there’s a comfort in that), have this calming aura I associate with them and work well as service dogs. I figured Bruce might profit from that when dealing with his traumatic childhood and or Hulk-ness. Basically, they look (to me) as non-aggressive as one can, so I guess that calmness is what I think would draw Bruce to them. But yeah, I’m not even sure if I’m making any sense at this point tbh
  • Tony has a mutt (is that the correct expression because it sounds a lot like an insult?) because Tony is the person who insists for many years that he could never, ever have a pet or take care of it, that they would probably die because he forgot to feed them. Then he’d walk into an animal shelter at one point (probably after some traumatic event like Afghanistan) and find this sweet, affectionate adorable crossbreed, with fluffy fur and a slight limp and a missing ear who’s maybe five or six, and the employee explains about how little the poor things’ chances of finding a family are and you’ve never seen Tony without his beloved dog ever since. (Turns out said dog is also very helpful at calming Tony down from a panic attack, which they find out when Tony realises he just got a dog and now he’s responsible for another innocent life and had a panic attack)
  • Bucky is literally the only one I immediately knew the answer to, no googling necessary. I don’t have a grand, insightful reason for it either, I just thought ‘Bucky’ and ‘Siberian Husky’ and haven’t let go of that mental image yet. I have no reasons, no logic, but it is how it is. Bucky’s got a husky and that’s that.

Alright, this is my take on the Avengers’ dogs. Thoughts? Friendly disagreements? I’m really curious what everyone else’s version is and of course especially yours! :)

neil’s grad party

anonymous asked: if youre still taking prompts can you write something about neil finally getting drunk with the foxes? like neil being really loud & open about how much he likes andrew and everyone being like holy shit this is so cute 

anonymous asked: pls pls pls write something about how neil calls andrew his best friend in front of the other foxes !!

anonymous asked: omg please write about neil mistaking aaron for andrew (maybe when he’s a little tipsy or something??)

so as soon as i went to start on the first prompt i got the second and third ones in my inbox and i decided to combine them!

  • the more i’ve thought about it, the more i think neil wouldn’t really get drunk with the foxes while they’re all in college
  • they’re only all together in his sophomore year and i don’t think that he would go from having a drink with andrew over spring break to getting plastered with the rest of the foxes so soon
  • but eventually it happens during neil’s graduation party that they have at the house in colombia
  • since neil was the youngest out of all of the foxes, he was the last to graduate so the celebration was like a family renunion: loud, lively, crowded, and full of alcohol

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anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you're doing the prompt number thing, but if you do, can I have number 4, please? Thank you

Prompt Number 4: “May I have this dance?”

Thank you for sending this prompt! Of course we are doing these! :) I made it an HS - AU. Hope you like it anyway.


Tony sits in the canteen and looks out of the window. Its the week after finals. That means its time for the big dance at the end of this term. Tony smiles a bit.

Howard allowed him for the first time do go to the dance. Tony was so happy when his father told him, because he worked really hard for his good grades even tho he is a genius.

Not a genius in biology and history. So he studied really hard this year.

“Hey Tones.” Rhodey says when he sits down next to Tony.

Tony nods at his best friend and then smiles at Pepper who is behind Rhodey. He giggles a bit when Pepper kisses Rhodey on the cheek. He is happy that his two best friends finally found each other.

“How is it going?” Rhodey asks then and Tony shrugs.

“Did you finally asked someone to be your date for the dance?” asks Pepper then and Tony looks down.

Well…he should ask someone. He knows that. But he isn’t good with dating and such things. So…

“No.” murmurs Tony and he bites on his underlip. He is afraid that he’ll get laughed at. Because he is such a freak in this school, that most of the people hate him.

He is still not sure how he managed it to find so many friends this year, but maybe the others are just around for Pepper and Rhodey.

Before Pepper can answer, Steve and Bucky arrive at their table.

“Hey lads.” says Bucky and sits down opposite from Tony.

“And Pepper.” says Steve and he frowns at Bucky. Tony shakes his head. Sometimes the Brooklyn Twins are so…weird.

“Where are the others?” asks Pepper and ignores Bucky who eats his lunch rather noisily.

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Her Favorite Criminal:Chapter 3

Her jacket was on his couch in a messy heap. She had tossed it there carelessly minutes earlier along with her holster. She wouldn’t need it now. Kagami’s hands were on her shoulders, rubbing circles into her flesh, tracing the pattern of her muscles further down her back.

Sakura felt the sight leave her lips before she knew what she was doing. She bit back the moan and closed her eyes, content to let her former partner use his hands on her body however he saw fit. She trusted him for this, even as his hands edged deeper and deeper.

Her teeth locked onto her lower lip and stayed there, holding back the moan she wanted to let go. This was all she wanted. No more reports, no more work, just…fun.

“That’s enough uncle, you’re making it gross.”

Kagami looked up from Sakura’s back and smirked. “You’re jealous you don’t get these anymore, or do you wish you were the one who actually knew how to perform a halfway decent massage on our favorite Sakura blossom.”

Sakura looked up from her folded arms and glared over her shoulder at Kagami. “Who said you could stop? I still have knots.”

“As you wish, princess,” the older Uchiha laughed before kissing the back of her head.

Shisui scowled, but made room on a spare chair for himself as he resolved to stay with Sakura while his uncle teased him mercilessly. It was so easy to misinterpret those sounds she made from his office and it drove him insane if left up to his imagination.

“You shouldn’t even still be here, Sakura,” Shisui began, convinced to not make his presence in her room weird. “You’ve been working double shifts with Sasuke, boy wonder, just because he has issues compensating for something.”

Sakura didn’t look up from her arms when she replied. “I don’t mind.”

“I mind. Does he not care what he’s doing to your health?”

“Shisui, I’m on the police force, my health is not a primary concern, otherwise I would have been a secretary.”

Kagami made a dismissive sound behind her as he found a knot and worked it over. Sakura bit her lip and kept her head down as the pressure turned nearly uncomfortable.

“My most favorite nephew is right, you’re overworked. And I know you don’t want anyone taking it easy on you because you are a girl, there’s only so much you can do with a human body, regardless of sex or gender. You’re going to need a break sooner or later.”

“Are you lecturing Sasuke like this?”

Shisui snorted. “No one here cares about that prick enough. We’re happy enough to let him learn the hard way the importance of taking a rest every now and then. I just don’t want to see him drag you down with him. I think even Itachi would kill him if you got hurt because of Sasuke’s stubbornness.”

“I’m resting and relaxing now, aren’t I?”

Kagami huffed angrily, pausing in his work. “A ten minute tune up with me is no such thing. I’m not even using any of my oils or proper treatments. You said you wanted something quick.”

“We’re getting briefed at noon.”

“You just got off the night owl shift.”

Sakura yawned into her arms before looking up at Shisui’s shocked expression. “Don’t look so surprised. I’ve known you to pull a triple every now and then. Besides, after the brief I’m heading home as soon as Obito gives his presentation.”  

“Speaking of Sasuke…where is he?” Kagami asked.

Sakura murmured something that sounded like ‘I don’t know’ into her arms before lifting her head. “It’s my time to summarize a brief for our team. He went home.”

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Shisui hissed, nearly standing up in his anger. “How does he rate? You were both at the last briefing.”

“Yeah, it was his turn, but it was about a case I was angling so I wanted to be there to hear it for myself. He takes the worst notes.”

“So, because he does a shit job you end up covering extra slack,” Shisui dryly summarized, looking ready to throttle his younger cousin the next time they met.

There were few people that could get Shisui so genuinely annoyed as quickly as Sasuke Uchiha. Not only was he a pretentious child that annoyed Shisui whenever he came over to play with Itachi, but Sasuke also had the stupidly good fortune of securing Sakura freaking Haruno as a partner.

The fact that she had feelings for him was little less than secret as far as eligible Uchiha men were concerned. The fact that Sasuke didn’t return the feelings made a lot of other Uchiha feel like Sasuke was making a waste out of his good fate. Shisui was inclined to think something more along the lines of it all being fine in the end. It was Sasuke’s choice, and his decision to squander the girl’s affection did nothing but make it easier for someone else to come in and look impressive. 

Since last year’s undercover wedding operation it seemed like any potential romance between the two of them was improbable and Shisui felt inclined to not encourage Sakura’s feelings any more if Sasuke passed up on indulging her. Thankfully, Sakura seemed to recover with time.

Sasuke did a lot of annoying things, but the worst was how little he seemed to notice Sakura’s needs or value the contributions he took for granted from her. He even forgot her birthday last year. They had been practically raised together and he still missed her birthday.

“If you need to, you could always partner up with me again,” Kagami chuckled. “I’m sure Obito wouldn’t mind the extra company.”

“How is Obito doing? I haven’t seen him recently. If you think I’m burning the candle at both ends you need to take a second look at that guy.”

“Hmm, one of his informants, a PI has been having some pretty nasty breaks. Great for us, terrible for the PI and his six recovering gunshot wounds.”

Sakura hissed, reminding herself to send flowers to Kakashi. The old goat refused to die, but she worried nevertheless. Being a former officer, he was a quick wit with minor difficulties in respecting chains of authority. The PI gig was pretty recent.

“Who’s in the hallway?” Sakura mumbled.

Kagami paused on her back and Shisui sat up, hearing the running feet as well. Seconds later one of the younger officers staggered in. “The briefing just got moved up, there’s been a development!”

“What sort?” Shisui asked, already standing.

The younger officer stammered before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the crumpled sticky note. “Something about a Kabuto sighting.”

Kagami felt Sakura jerk under him and wanted nothing more than to force her down and make her sleep, because he knew once she heard that name there was nothing that could hold her back. He held onto her as she sat up and glared like some mythic demon.

“Where?” she demanded in a low growl.


Sakura pushed Kagami off and reached for her holster and jacket. There was no way she was going to rest now that she’s heard that name.

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White Eyes, Black Eyes | Demon!Dean x Reader Imagine | Request

I took a deep breath, stepping out from my apartment. When I checked the weather forecast this morning I was ecstatic to find out that it was cloudy.

I love it when it’s cloudy. The sun is always harshly beating against me whenever it’s sunny, making me sweat and readjust my glasses all the time. And when it’s rainy I always make my umbrella bump into people and walls as I walk. But when it’s snowy I can’t tell if I’m going to trip into a pile of snow, even if I laugh it off and make snow angels afterwards.

But when it’s cloudy? The air is cool, the majority of people stay indoors, and there’s even a lack of bugs. Perfect…

And from the perfection echoing around me I could definitely tell it was cloudy.

The pathway to the park was a memorized route for me, whenever it was cloudy I always went there. So I happened to go there quite often…

I always went there to read, to let my head fall against the soft grass while my fingers gently traced the bumps on the pages. It was great… I got to be away from the prying eyes of other people that I could tell were staring right back at my orbs that matched the color of the cloudy sky.

When I finally arrived to the park, being happily spared from an accidental bump on my shoulder that sent me reeling in surprise, I could finally relax in my little slice of heaven.

I was going to kill that son of a bitch.

Who does he think he is? Treating me like some dog. He thinks that when he says ‘Go kill him’ I’ll say ‘How painfully? Dammit…

I’ll be the one to decide who and how I kill, thank you very much.

As I stormed angrily through the peaceful park I couldn’t help but feel out of place. The park was so untouched, like it had never been discovered. It was perfectly in touch with nature, growing and bursting with life.

When can I get out of here?

Just then my eyes landed on a girl, small in frame and completely unaware. Perfect.

My hand fell to the back on my jeans, gripping the first blade. The blade seemingly sent out a pleasant hum, happy to be reunited with my rough grip.

I want to kill her. Who’s gonna stop me? Nobody.

My footsteps turned silent, creeping up on the dazed girl who was holding a book in her hands but not even reading it. Pathetic. With her sunglasses on and the slow rise and fall of her chest she could possibly be asleep.

My eyes flickered into their black darkness in anticipation, a demon reflex at the happy prospect of murder. So close now… So close to slitting her open…

“You know, it’s not nice to creep up on a girl like that” My breath caught in my throat, shock rippling through my body. How the hell did she know I was there? Not even the strongest beings on the face of this earth could hear him coming.

“Hey, I’m talking to you” She didn’t turn her head to look at him, only leaning up and stretching from her comfortable spot in the grass.

My curiosity got the better of me, halting my body from stabbing her right then and there. “How did you know I was there?”

“Let’s just say I have a refined hearing and leave it at that, okay?” She was hiding something. I know she was. But what was it?

Is she a demon? An angel? Some kind of monster?

“So, what brings you to my spot in the forest?” I snorted, looking at the girl while still holding the trembling dagger that was itching for blood.

“Your forest?”

She shrugged, running a hand through her H/L hair, “I’m the only one who goes here. Everyone else just stays near the jungle gym to watch their kids play”

The girl was about to turn around and I quickly held my hand behind my back so she didn’t see the sharp weapon.

“So why are you here? You’re obviously not a jogger…” Once again I was stumped. Who was she?

“How do you know that?”

She chuckled, pushing her sunglasses upward. “The jogger’s path is a quarter mile that way” She pointed.

“I was…” Think of something… “Just taking a walk”


My emerald green eyes widened in shock, once again this girl seemed to analyze everything I am so far and call me out on my bullshit.

“I don’t know who you are but don’t try to trick me. I usually win”

“How’s that”

She grinned cheekily, “I watch a lot of Sherlock”

I scoffed, fixing my gaze on her plastic sunglasses. “Why are you wearing sunglasses? There’s barely any sun out”

Sighing, she removed her sunglasses, and blinked up at me.

‘Oh…’ I finally got it.

Her eyes were a pale grey, a milky white, and they seemed to stare right into my soul.

“Don’t beat yourself up over it. Nobody really can guess I’m blind unless I spell it out for them”

I tried to think of a response. “W-Well… You’re not exactly the pitiful, bumping-into-everything type”

She giggled and for some reason my stomach did flips at her chuckle. “Thanks asshole, I’m glad you noticed”

“So… what were you doing with a book?”

At this her head tilted, waving the book in the air. “Never heard of brail before?”

“It sounds familiar…” When I got the black eyes I forgot a few miscellaneous things from my pitiful human life. For example, I didn’t have a clue what Football was for a few days. The last guy to make fun at my lack of knowledge ended up with a cut throat.

She waved her hand over, plopping down at her position in the grass and patting the green spot next to her. “I’ll show you”

With slow, wary footsteps I found myself accepting her offer, walking over to her side.

The blade was practically screeching at me.

‘What are you doing?!’

‘Kill her now!’

‘Hang her by her entrails!’

‘Cut out those useless eyes!’

But for some reason… I didn’t want to. There wasn’t any reason to kill her, and she sure as hell wouldn’t pose a fight. I could slit her throat right now if I wanted. But… I didn’t want to.

At my own command my black eyes flickered on and peered deeply into her pale white ones. There was something about the concept of being able to have my eyes stare right into hers and her not caring, not giving a damn about what I am.

So maybe sitting beside her underneath the cloudy grey sky wasn’t such a bad idea…

This was a request! I know you didn’t ask for the reader to be blind but I got the idea right as I started writing and I couldn’t let the idea die!

I hope you guys enjoyed your Demon Dean!

I’m a Little Creeped Out Now (Steve Rogers x reader)

Not a request, just something that popped into my head today.

Steve didn’t do public appearances as Captain America very often, because they usually became nothing more than hectic autograph lines and embarrassing screams of ‘I love you, Steve!’ that didn’t allow him to enjoy the moment.  But children’s hospitals were always the one thing that didn’t get refused; he had a huge heart for kids anyway, but kids that were facing challenges like some that he was about to visit melted him immediately.  

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Roommates (JB)

Request: May I ask for a scenario with JB? Where we all were granted a vacation by the company so GOT7 & I holiday-ed together. The members planned to force JB & I to share a room because we were the most awkward & then we both get know each other better.. Fluffy & smut pls!

Length: 2,598 words

Genre: Fluff/Smut/Rated: M

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anonymous asked:

Do you remember there being a gag about Usagi always writing in a certain script? I think I saw a post explaining it a while back, where there was a screenshot of a letter she wrote to Chibiusa, indicating that she still did it after becoming queen. I didn't know anything about Japanese scripts when I saw it so I'm not really sure what the joke was. And obviously it's not something that would be easy to translate.

That’s from S, episode 104, where Chibi-Usa comes back from the future with a letter from her mom (NQS) “explaining” why she’s there (which basically just turns into “hey thanks for looking after my kid”).
[Some of you may be familiar with this scene already, so skip to the bottom for some new info/speculation!]

You’ve mostly got the gist of the scene. What actually happened is that NQS hadn’t used any kanji when writing her letter.
There are three alphabets in written Japanese; hiragana, katakana, and kanji. Hiragana and katakana (grouped together as kana) are phonetic alphabets, i.e. they transcribe sounds, not meaning. They are learned during a child’s first year of school. Kanji have inherent meanings and are made up of radicals (basically, smaller, simpler kanji), and there are so many of them that they’re taught throughout a student’s school years.
It’s a bit hard to explain the functional difference between kana and kanji without an example, so; take the word kaeru, which can have one of many meanings. If you use kanji, you can convey which meaning you intend; if you write 帰る you’re saying “return", if you write 変える you’re saying “change”, and if you write 蛙 you’re saying “frog”. If you write it in just hiragana or katakana, かえる or カエル, it can have any possible meaning of the word “kaeru”, and you need to rely on context to know which one.
There are some kanji that everyone is expected to be able to read/write because they’re common or important. These are known as joyo kanji. There are over 2000, and kids are supposed to have learned just over 1000 of them by the time they finish elementary school (around age 11-12).
Going back to the kaeru example, 帰る (return) and 変える (change) both use joyo kanji, but 蛙 (frog) does not. As a result, if a person wants to write “frog”, they generally only use hiragana or katakana, meaning that if you read the word かえる you assume the writer means frog, and not return or change. But if the writer is a child, for example, you might not know.
That doesn’t mean that every Japanese person knows every single joyo kanji by heart or that they never have problems remembering/reciting them, just like you might not still be able to spell every single word you ever had to learn in English class. But the assumption is that even those who are bad at kanji will remember some of them. And if you don’t, you can check how to write them by using a kanji dictionary, especially if you’re writing something important.

NQS used both katakana and hiragana in her letter, but no kanji. None. At all.

Given that kids are supposed to have memorised a thousand of them by the time they’re 13 years old, and she’s the Queen of the World, this is naturally a huge shock to the other characters, and it’s no wonder that Usagi is this embarrassed when it’s revealed:

It’s not as though NQS didn’t have the opportunity to use kanji, either; there are several words there that utilise joyo kanji. Ami points out that you can see where she tried to write kanji, but got them wrong and erased it; Artemis asks why she didn’t just check a dictionary and Rei says it’s probably because NQS thought it would be too much of a pain in the ass. It’s almost unthinkable that someone in a position like Neo Queen Serenity wouldn’t use kanji that are considered “common use”, which is exactly why it’s so funny (and in-character).

It obviously doesn’t translate 100%, but it’s really not impossible. Here are some similar scenarios using English;

  • The letter has no punctuation or capitalisation and is just one long run-on sentence
  • The letter is full of basic spelling mistakes, and/or only utilises very easy-to-spell words, because she forgot how to spell longer ones so she just swapped them out for simpler alternatives
  • The letter is full of text-speak/abbreviations, like “thx” and “pls” (note that NQS full-on drew a love heart in the letter so you could throw in some emojis too)
  • A little more exaggerated, but only a little; the letter is written in crayon

Interestingly, even though the characters in the 21st century made fun of her for it, just 20 years later it actually doesn’t seem unreasonable that Neo Queen Serenity wouldn’t remember many kanji. Japanese people forgetting how to write kanji is actually a documented problem due to the rise of smart phones, computers and tablets, which automatically suggest any possible kanji for the words you type. [1] [2] [3]
I can only imagine how different the world would be in the 30th century, and how much more prevalent technology would be in writing & reading. Obviously people aren’t quite at NQS’s level yet, but it’s not hard to imagine a future where hand-writing kanji without any digital assistance is so antiquated and referencing a dictionary so laborious that she would find it genuinely more convenient to write it all in kana. This theory seems to be strengthened by Usagi’s reaction; while she isn’t the best student, she probably does remember quite a few joyo kanji at her current age, so she seems mortified at the suggestion that she’s even worse at it as an adult. Just another way Sailor Moon is ahead of the curve, I guess~!

Edit: I just realised that I made a glaring error and said NQS had used both hiragana and romaji in her letter. What I meant to say was hiragana and katakana. Katakana is a Japanese script, but “romaji” is the word used to refer to the English alphabet in Japanese. Technically NQS did use romaji (you can see she wrote the English letter “Q” in her signature in place of the word “queen”) but this was not the point I meant to make. Hopefully that wasn’t too confusing!

The Ghost (Part 1)

Steve x Reader (eventually)

Based on this prompt here: http://hymnofthevalkyries.tumblr.com/post/148148445176/hardboiledegg21-oh-man-i-need-someone-to-write

Requested by: Well, @hardboiledegg21 issued the challenge, and I accepted it. :P

Word Count: ~980 (short for an introduction :P)

Warnings: Swearing (foul-mouthed reader), Violence, Blood, at least for this first part (warnings may change as the story continues… possible future warnings of depression and smut. More than likely fluff)

A/N: Sooo, I decided to put this in parts, because I just have so many awesome ideas to go for this, and so many devious things planned. I don’t usually plan parts, and this will be my second time doing so, so I hope you enjoy???? I’m sorry it’s so short!!! I wanted a solid introduction for the character :P


   You wandered the streets of New York silently, stalking your prey. To say you were one of the bad guys… a villain? Oh, they could be right. You usually targeted people you had a grudge against. You were a nobody, and the list you had was quite long. All your life, you had been kicked around by everyone you knew, and it turned you into a cold person. You didn’t kill your victims… you had something far better in store for them.

   You had no need for powers. Such a thing was such a common occurrence nowadays with all these superheroes running around (you mostly ran into Spiderman at times like these, but you had your run ins with a few of the Avengers and had given them a run for their money).

Your knowledge of weaponry was vast, and your quick reflexes made you someone that was becoming quite a handful. Your attitude caused some issues, but that whole cliché of ‘not being loved enough as a child’ was certainly to blame here. You were absolutely hard-headed, and no one could talk you out of what you were doing.

   You snuck up on your prey, a man about your age. Oooooh, it was one of the ones you had developed a small crush on, and he threw it in your face, laughing all the way. Petty? Yes. But you were going to make sure he never forgot your face. He looked nervous, probably sensing your rage from behind him. You weren’t expecting him to have the balls to carry a gun, but there it was, and you were impressed. He whipped around, and saw your face, he instantly paled. And shot.

   Now, did you really think weaponry and reflexes would make you that intimidating, and so hard to defeat? Oh no. Even as the bullet entered your skull, everything went white for a moment, before it all came back to light with a searing pain in your face and your head.

   Forgot to mention you’re immortal, well… sort of. You still got sick and aged, so your immortality really only worked on physical injuries, much to your despite. You thought living forever would be interesting. All these people you’re hunting? Thought you died in a car crash years ago. (So usually their minds would snap thinking they were being hunted by a ghost, and you’d leave them where they lay, screams of horror making you smile wide. Oh revenge is so sweet. And we won’t even mention the healing process from that one… ouch.)

   This wasn’t any different. Your newest victim fell flat against the wall, screaming and begging for your forgiveness. No one gave you such a kindness, why would you give it back? You walked over and leaned down, whispering into his ear. “Oh my sweet, old friend. I will continue to haunt you, until my last breath.” you sweetly cooed at him, before standing straight and walking off. You had a wild smile on your face at your victory, and you quickly ran into another alley when you saw the cop cars rushing to the scene. You got back to your apartment, closing the door behind you and turning on the news. “The Ghost” they called you, only because that’s the only name your victims gave. They were so mentally snapped by that point, it’s all they could think about.

   Now to take care of that bullet. You sauntered over to your bathroom, and looked in the mirror. There was the hole in your head from where the bullet went in, and you sighed softly. “Great, this isn’t going to be easy to get out…” you mumbled, finding a pair of small pliers. Man, you knew this was going to hurt, but you had to get it out so the wound could actually heal (Yeah, another flaw. Awesome.) You went into the drawer on your vanity and pulled out a rag, twisting it up tight and biting down. Couldn’t risk biting your tongue again, that took way too long to heal last time.

   You always hated trying to do stuff like this. No matter how many times you had to dig into your body to pull some strange thing out that prevented that super healing, it made your stomach churn and the cringing was almost impossible to hold back. You had to do it, though.

   Sparing the more gruesome details of the extraction (the blood, the pain… you know.), something went terribly wrong. The pain of taking the bullet out was bad enough, but this new pain? It was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was searing, like your mind was on absolute fire. The rag dropped out of your mouth as you let out a scream. (Luckily your little apartment was in an abandoned building… no one could hear you.) You dropped to your knees, and everything went dark in your vision.

   Was this what dying was actually like? The pain… it was so unbearable… and then? Nothing.

   Your eyes fluttered open for what seemed like the first time, and you sat up and held your aching head. You couldn’t remember why it was aching, or why there was blood all over the floor. How did you get here…?

   Shit… what was your name again?


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Parents Visitation Day

Rating: T

Pairing: WestAllen

Summary: Barry and Iris get to visit Don and Dawn’s school on Parents Visitation Day. It’s a day of chaos, pride, childish antics - and complete and utter betrayal. [based on a prompt I got on ff.net: “Don and Dawn think power rangers are superheroes to them and Barry is upset but Iris is giggling”]

Basically, this is just a fun, fluffy family fic ;)

There was always a big hustle and bustle in the West-Allen household in the mornings, but it was particularly chaotic on this specific day: Parents Visitation Day at Don and Dawn’s school. Don was zipping around looking for his blue crayon insisting that he would definitely need it for today and when Iris suggested he could certainly borrow his sister’s crayon, he responded with a huff, explaining that Dawn was always taking forever coloring and with his luck, she would need the same color as him. His sister didn’t appreciate that comment too much and started a tickle fight, which almost caused the whole family to be late for school.

(At least, Don had found his crayon right before the entire family set out for Central City Elementary School together; he’d caught a glimpse of it when Dawn had pinned him to the ground, merciless in her warfare – how the crayon had ended up under the couch,though, nobody knew).

When they arrived at the school grounds, children and parents split – the twins were off to their classroom for their first lesson and Barry and Iris met up with the other parents in the assembly hall. There was a short speech by the principal who thanked the parents for coming, followed by a tour. After being shown round the cafeteria, library and so on, the adults were finally led to their children’s classrooms. There were chairs in the back of the classroom for the parents; when Barry and Iris crossed the room to take a seat, Dawn gave them a small wave, elbowing her brother to do the same. The boy rolled his eyes at his twin, but complied nonetheless.

The teacher, Mr. Jones, introduced himself to the parents and gave a short overview of what the students had been learning recently. It was almost the end of their English lesson and the kids were eager to showcase the new words they had learned to spell. Barry and Iris exchanged proud glances when Don and Dawn spelled the words ‘citizen’ and 'holiday’ flawlessly.

The next subject was art. All children and parents got handed out a white sheet of paper (because they didn’t have any art supplies of their own, the adults also got a few boxes filled with old, used pencils and crayons the teacher kept ready in case one of his students forgot to bring theirs). Mr. Jones then announced this lesson’s topic: “I want all of you – and yes, that does include you too, parents -” he added, earning himself a chuckle from both parents and children, “to draw your hero.” (Iris and Barry exchanged amused looks.) “Your hero – or heroes – can be from a cartoon or a comic book or real life; he or she doesn’t have to run around in masks to count as a hero – it should just be someone you look up to and who you admire.”

The kids got to work eagerly, while most of the adults were slightly less enthusiastic. Barry and Iris on the other hand just exchanged a quick, telling look before fighting silently over the less shabby pencils, then passed on the box to the parents next to them, who threw incredulous glances in their direction. Soon silence befell the classroom, with only the scratching of pencils on paper and whispered exchanges disrupting the quiet concentration that had everyone in its spell.

40 minutes later, Iris felt Barry nudging her. She looked up from her own art project with an impish grin on her face and looked over to her husband. Barry smiled at her widely, proudly presenting her with his drawing. Iris’s heart fluttered. She sometimes forgot how ridiculously multi-talented her favorite nerd was and how skilled he was with a pencil. He had drawn a portrait of her, and a very good one, too (even without the help of super speed to complete it in such a short time) and had scribbled 'my greatest hero’ in big, clumsy letters (how Barry could easily draw incredibly detailed pictures and yet have such a scrawly, almost unreadable handwriting was beyond Iris).

It almost made Iris feel guilty about her own drawing. Almost.

“Great minds think alike,” she said in a low voice so as not to draw attention to the two of them, then showed her husband her sketch. The wide grin on Barry’s face soon turned into a frown.

“Oh come on, I’m not – I’m sure the Flash is not that gangly,” he complained, pouting.

Iris stifled a laugh; they were in a room filled with second graders – and the biggest petulant child in here was still Barry, sulking like a 5-year-old.

“Oh how would you know? I’m the one who met up with the Flash for a few interviews; I think I portrayed him pretty accurately,” Iris whispered in a teasing tone.

“I think you have forgotten something,” Barry declared, then quickly (maybe a little too quickly) scribbled another figure on the sheet. The addendum to Iris’s illustration looked a lot like Iris herself in what she would call her “journalism power outfit”, in front of vague shapes that probably meant to indicate a skyscraper of some sort, apparently free falling, a row of strange peaks next to her mouth – Iris then realized that those 'peaks’ were actually supposed to be 'AAAA’s.

“Hey,” the journalist protested, still whispering, “that happened only like… five times.” Iris could see the smirk creeping up on Barry’s face. She raised her own, black pencil threateningly but when it hovered above his drawing Iris couldn’t bring herself to ruin it (damn him for being so good at almost everything); instead she put a big jagged line right across Barry’s left forearm.

Barry stared at his wife disbelievingly.

“Very mature,” he remarked dryly. His incredulous look soon turned into a wicked one. Before he got a chance to retaliate, the school bell rang, announcing that the lesson was over.

Only now did Barry and Iris notice that the mother sitting next to Iris was holding the box with the school’s pencils to them, eyeing the couple incredulously. Blushing, Iris took the box and put her and Barry’s pencils back into it, while Barry was furiously rubbing his arm in an attempt to remove the prominent mark Iris had left on his forearm. In the end, he just rolled down his sleeves, exchanging a sheepish look with his wife.

Meanwhile, Mr. Jones announced that after the 20-minutes-break, they were going to tackle Mathematics (which elicited unhappy groans from the kids – followed by incomprehensible mumble by their parents when Mr. Jones added that he would test the adults as well). The teacher then dismissed the class.

Don and Dawn quickly got up, excitedly chatting with a few of their friends. Barry and Iris rose from their chairs as well, waiting until the lady with the judgmental look had moved past them, then headed towards their kids. They passed by the twins’ seats and of course Barry couldn’t help but steal a glance at their drawings. The motif was not what he expected it to be, though. Iris bumped into Barry, who had come to a sudden stop, then slowly sat down on one of the tiny chairs to get a better look at the drawings (which looked really funny considering Barry’s long limbs and the chairs being so small that his knees almost went up to his ears), first staring at Don’s picture, then directing his disbelieving look at his daughter’s drawing.

“Barry?” Iris asked, confused by his behavior. Her husband picked up Dawn’s picture and showed it to her: The drawing showed a group of colorfully dressed superheroes, though not who Iris would have expected. From all the heroes their kids could have chosen from – they both had decided to draw the Power Rangers! Iris’s initial surprise was soon replaced by utter amusement.

“I’ve never felt so betrayed in my life,” Barry said, staring at the paper with a thunderstruck expression.

“Mom, Dad, come on – we’ve got recess now!” Don and Dawn reminded their parents, already waiting at the door.

Barry set his daughter’s drawing down, still stupefied.

Iris couldn’t hold in her giggle any longer. She kissed her husband’s cheek, then pulled him up from the tiny chair. Still laughing, she rubbed off the mark her lipstick had left on Barry’s face in a loving gesture:

“Aww, at least you’re still my hero.”  


lana-del-wishiwashi-deactivated  asked:

Psst, I'm in mighty need of some of your Parental!RoyEd Headcanons.

((actually on that point I’m taking psych this year and may need to bounce some things offa you dearie. also i am now a research subject for my prof bc she’s really interested in prosopagnosia))

((and bc I am 97% sure @sofiakkuma is indirectly responsible for this ask, I’m gonna go ahead and tag her bc the frog outside my window is insisting that’s the polite thing to do))

1. Ok so you know how Ed just kinda gave up, that time fighting Scar? I understand the circumstances were… extreme, to say the least, but something always struck me as weird about the scene. Ed was in shock over his injuries, the loss of his lil sis, etc, but he clearly still had his reasoning skills when he offered to trade his life for his brothers. So, a. he should have realized that Scar was only after State Alchemists and since Al was no longer a threat, the Ishvalan should leave him alone, and b. ED IS THE ONE POWERING THE TRANSMUTATION CIRCLE KEEPING AL’S SOUL BOUND. He might now know he’s keeping his brother alive, but he sure as heck suspects. So why take the risk instead of get up and fight/run?
I think Mustang and prob everyone else picks up on there being a serious problem Ed’s not talking about when the kid doesn’t react to the “teasing” (it wasn’t teasing, in the scenario. they might’ve thought it was, but i’ve been bullied often enough to recognize Ed taking their mocking personally.) But the jab about Ed crying in pain made me realize that was the issue.
So thinking back on the fight: the kid must be covered in bruises, it looked like he messed up his ankle at one point, his automail ports must be killing him in the storm, he prob has shrapnel wounds from all the exploding crap (and these can be as bad as if not worse than bullet wounds, given the right circumstances), and the way he was breathing and holding himself at times made me wonder if he had hurt his ribs. Also he’s prob inhaled so much rain. ON TOP OF THAT, I considered his automail arm - the first EXPLOOOODE attack that didn’t work? Yeah, unless the metal just absorbed all that energy and released it w/out traveling up to Ed’s body (something which my engineer & physicist friends assured me was VERY unlikely), the kid is in a world of pain.
But even ignoring potential severe burns/internal bleeding, when his arm IS destroyed, did you notice how he landed on it? I’m told hitting the stub of an amputated limb is agony beyond words, and if there were metal shards embedded in it?? AND, the wires hanging out? That get ground into the cobblestone? I can’t be certain, but what if they are the wires enmeshed with his flesh & blood body’s nerves? I feel like throwing up just thinking about it jfc sometimes I hate my medical knowledge.
SO YEAH, now imagine Roy and Riza hunting down some automail expert, asking some questions, and realizing just what Scar had done to their kids. I like to think Roy sat down with Ed and apologized for taunting him. He also gives a rundown of his new automail knowledge to the crew, so in the future they know how to spot when Ed’s automail is causing him pain.
Also whenever Scar is mentioned in front of the Hawk & Flame, their righteous wrath and hate is like a palpable aura that sends everyone else running. It’s probably a good thing he didn’t show his face for a while after that fight, bc two very powerful, very vengeful parents would’ve left him a bullet-ridden pile of ash before the Ishvalan could even start to redeem himself.

2. OK that last one got a bit long, whoops. But you remember how Roy taunted Scar away from Ed (where the man had the kid pinned and defenseless), and Scar nearly got him bc rain? The colonel is a chess master and tactical genius. There is NO WAY he forgot it was raining, and his alchemy wouldn’t work. He was just desperately trying to get the crazy mass-murderer away from his kids.

3. And then when Riza saved him by kicking his legs out, her movement was so smooth, and I bet you Al later asked her how often she had needed to do that in the past. The rest of the office cringed in baffled terror at her laughter.

4. Ed and Roy are super young for their positions, and it’s inevitable that others will take issue with that. So the two have an unspoken agreement: whenever Roy becomes aware of people not taking his kid seriously, he’ll approach Ed somewhere with plenty of witnesses (mess hall or whatever idk) with some impossibly hard alchemeic/tactical/etc problems and bc Ed just loves solving things (I wanna see how long it would take him to solve a rubix cube) he’ll dive right in and the two will just brainstorm up a hurricane of vast & varied knowledge, unorthodox methods, and potential solutions. People who see this usually stop challenging Ed’s authority.
And when people try to challenge ROY while Ed’s around, the kid will subtly play up on his crazy, destructive, borderline rebellious behavior. Then he will go report to Mustang while the offending officers are around, and he just plays polite & respectful subordinate. This terrifies everyone who doesn’t know what’s going on (read: anyone not in Mustang’s Squad), because the uncontrollable hurricane of teenage wrath and determination??? willfully submitting to someone??!?!?!??! Honestly a number of people bow to Mustang’s authority only bc they believe him to be the Ed-Whisperer or some crap. The whole Squad finds this hysterical.

5. Ok so that last gif here ? A few adorable points there. Given the sheer noise level I doubt the click of a safety being switched off was what really tipped them off. I always felt Roy just ~sensed~ a threat, maybe the eyes staring at the back of his head. Since Ed is staring directly at him, he can tell the instant Roy’s posture changes- and it also lets him zero in on the threat, apparently in his peripherals, bc his glare at Mr-I-Forgot-his-Name and shift into a defensive stance is WAY too deliberate. But neither Roy nor Ed reacts beyond that bc Roy saw Ed’s directive movement and they both know Riza will have locked onto her target before she even turned bc of it. Just, just the level of trust here left me a gibbering mess screeching at my fma buddies bc trust is my platonic kink.
(also the way Ed tensed when he realized his idiot father was in danger? I’ve been told it matches the stance I take when I go into “there-is-potential-danger-and-I-am-ready-to-tackle-friend-outta-harm’s-way” mode. I laughed for five minutes)

6. When Ed & Winry use the wings to get down into the valley, you just know Roy’s standing there in panicked terror ready to manipulate the air streams if they start to run into trouble.

7. But can you imagine the train ride home after the SSoM debacle? Like the brothers trying to explain everything to their parents/commanding officers (Winry had to go to the other cart for this bc classified)?? And the adults are a mix of “YOU DID W H A T” and “YOU FOUGHT W H O” and “I DON’T KNOW HOW YOU SURVIVED THAT BUT THANK GOD YOU LIVED BC I AM GOING TO KILL YOU MYSELF”

8. Speaking of fighting dangerous ppl, chances are Roy was around for the Slicer Brother case. So when he learns about criminal souls being bound to suits of armor (through Barry the Chopper most likely), he hunts down his boys and gives an impromptu rundown of criminals that would be most likely to have been used in the soul-binding experiments. And when he reaches the Slice Bros, Ed’s just, ‘yeeaaaaaaaah, they’re dead’ . And Roy just slowly stares at him, and Ed panics like ‘it wasn’t ME, I tried to save them!’ and Al’s all ‘BROTHER WHY THEY NEARLY KILLED YOU’
And that’s when Roy flips out like 'YOU *FOUGHT* THEM WTF WAS THIS AT THE LAB WHY WASN’T I INFORMED HOW ARE YOU ALIVE WTFFFFF>’ and Ed just snorts a glares at him 'why do you THINK I was in the hospital, Colonel Idiot’ and Roy needs to take a few minutes to calm down bc he had read the report of his kid’s injuries and Mustang had thought it had been a human-vs-human fight. The thought of his non-armored kid fighting for his life against a tireless, almost invulnerable, experienced, sadistic murderer (he had also read the Slice Bros’ case files. he knew how they liked to play with their prey)??? Ed’s lucky the colonel let him out of his sight after that.

9. You know Mustang and his boys have study sessions in the library, and bc the two flesh humans are comfortable and relaxed there the insomniac and the boy-sleeping-for-two often fall asleep surrounded by the books. Al takes photos as blackmail.