i want him damnit


Anders + Looking at Hawke

Witch!Midoriya AU

AU where the Midoriyas are witches and instead relying on the quirk he wasn’t born with, Izuku focuses on being the best Witch Hero there ever was (even if he’s the first and maybe only one)


  • a wand made from the tree that Katsuki fell off of while crossing a river (it took Izuku months to make just the right one, along with hair from his mother and ash from a site All Might was at)
  • a scrying glass made from the bottom of an old soda bottle he had to carefully polish and make after weeks of work because they couldn’t afford a real scrying glass but damn it all if that was going to stop Izuku
  • witch robes / skirts / dresses because spirits only laugh at witches in pants because clearly men can’t weave themselves into the spirit world (they can but it only took off within the last hundred years, so most spirits just haven’t caught on yet)
  • SPEAKING OF SPIRITS Izuku talks with them more than anyone else through his scrying glasses (he made a pair of scrying glass from more soda bottles and he looks ridiculous while wearing them)
  • Izuku has learned that spells are more instinct than actual words so as long as he can feel his spell coming together, he can make magic work (it amazed his mother with how gifted he was for spellcraft but he makes her cringe because he doesn’t use latin, only rhymes and puns) 
  • The day Izuku got his Witch Hat (a symbol of graduation from trainee to real witch) was the day he realized he really could become a hero and both he and his mom cried for days
  • Bakugou doesn’t know exactly that Izuku is a witch, just that some weird things happen around that quirkless loser
  • Izuku’s familiar is an incredibly ugly cat that followed him home one day he named Claw Might (because he’s nice towards Izuku and mean towards pretty much everyone else although he tolerates Inko)
  • Izuku has a witch wardrobe specifically for battle and he does have a half second long transformation sequence (NO he is NOT a magical girl what are you talking about???) (yes he is)
  • Theoretically Izuku can summon demons but he’s vowed not to because they need a blood sacrifice at the minimum and blood magic is DANGEROUS
  • His broom riding skills are awful because he simply just hasn’t had enough practice but he’s still trying his best
  • All Might seriously considers giving Deku One for All but decides against it when he realizes he doesn’t want to take away Izuku’s identity as a witch (but he trains him in the proper ways of heroics regardless because there is boundless potential in that boy)
  • Iida first called Midoriya “Miss Witch” because he thought that was his appropriate title (and its kinda stuck)
  • Uraraka thinks Deku is like Kiki’s Delivery Service (he’s not)
  • Bakugou is pissy that he missed out on freaking magic and now he’s determined to be better than magic (lmao good luck)
  • Todoroki has seen Midoriya work Fire and Ice Magic and now wants him to tutor him in how to work his Ice better (Midoriya is slowly trying to convince him to work his Fire Side as well to mixed results)
  • Tokoyami thinks he’s literally way cooler than he really is
  • Aizawa may or may not have let Midoriya get away with a tardy or two because the eye-drop potions he makes are better than literally anything else he’s ever tried
Things that give me life in 2k3

Leo’s terrible terrible puns.

Donnie’s lisp (srsly just listen closely, it’s there bros).

Raph’s soft spot for the ‘underdog’.

The fact Mikey’s probably the second smartest turtle (but he’s too busy inhaling comic books to put it to any good use).

Uh, so apparently I’ve been imagining Toulon!Javert wrong??

He was an adjutant guard (so an assistant to a higher level guard) and I thought he was supposed to wear a uniform with a shako and everything like this:

But apparently this is the actual uniform for adjutant guards:

So, uh, yeah. Oddly enough, it would have made him look a bit like a modern day cop, with the peaked cap and everything. Kinda sad about the shako though :/ I liked the shako.

At least it’s not that dough-boy-esque cap of some of the other guards though …

Jock Dan Part 1

A/n: Originally this was meant to be a smut fic but then it got too long, so now, ITS A TWO PARTER YAY. I’ve been watching a lot of Glee lately and got kinda inspired by that and also got inspired by Dan in his YouTube letterman jacket which just makes me want to fuck him so bad URGHHHHHH. Damnit I need to do my homework. Enjoy! P.S. I may have accidentally made this a YouTuber high school if you don’t get it it’s okay but if you do then good for you :)

Dan X Reader

Warnings: there’s a make out session I guess and also SWEARING.

He practically radiated sex appeal as he strided down the hallway, his red and white letterman jacket hanging of his broad shoulders, framing his figure magnificently. It didn’t help that he wore a black shirt underneath, making his dark features more prominent and intimidatingly hot. Quarterback of the school football team, it was no wonder that freshman threw themselves at him daily. But you knew, that Dan Howell was someone to avoid.

Being head cheerio and all, you were like the juiciest prey that he was after. He’d been after you since sophomore year, pouncing on every opportunity to attack. However, all he wanted was sex and you were definitely not giving it to him. He was player and you were not about to be part of his game.

Unlike most of your cheer squad, you weren’t into the “sex” scene. Believe it or not, being a feminist was a very important factor in your life. There was no way you were going to let guys use you as their sex toy and to be disposed of once you had been deflowered, especially NOT Daniel James Howell. Anyway, you didn’t seem to get why guys were so into your apparently perky boobs and butt.

It also didn’t help that you, like every other girl in this school was in fact infatuated with the football player and it made you so infuriated whenever you turned him down.

“Why don’t you just simmer down, and let him do what he wants to do?” Your best friend suggested, leaning lazily against the lockers after you furiously turned around, not wanting to look at the godly sight approaching.

“Because,” You hissed through your gritted teeth, “All he wants is sex,” You grabbed your books from your locker and sighed as you continued, “All any boy ever wants is sex!”

“Then give him sex?”

You groaned and slammed the locker door shut, “You’re clearly missing the point here.” Pressing your books tightly against your chest, you sighed again. “If it was that easy, I would have given it to him a long time ago. Seriously, you call yourself my best-”

You paused as you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around so swiftly that your high ponytail almost hit the smug look off his face. Secretly, you wished that you had.

“What do you want now, Howell?” You sneered at the 6"3 giant in front of you, beside him stood his blue-eyed best friend, Phil Lester, almost equally as tall and had a whole other reputation for himself.

“Word on the street says that people in this school think we’ll be a fucking amazing power couple. How about it? You, me.” He smirked, one arm rested against the locker, taking the stereotypical jock stance, like the stereotypical joke he was

“How ‘bout no.” You laughed, “That’s about the most cliché thing I’ve heard. Head cheerio and the quarterback hooking up? Yup totally never heard of that pairing before. You know how that story ends? OH RIGHT! Teen pregnancy.”

His side smile dropped and he looked genuinely broken-hearted. He took in a deep breath before yelling. “GODDAMNIT Y/N. Why is it that EVERY SINGLE MOTHER FUCKING TIME I ASK YOU OUT, I always get turned down? Why? Why won’t you just give me a chance?”

“Because Howell. I know you sleep around,” You stated, “I know you’re just a fuckboy. And I’m not going to give myself to you and get my heart shattered into pieces. Now if you excuse me, I’m heading off to Cheerios practice.”

And with that you stalked off, heading towards the football field.

“Connie! Are you coming or not?”

Exhausted from all the tumbles, flips, tosses and shouting you had to do, the scene in front of you definitely wasn’t the sight you wanted to behold at that current moment. Dan Howell, in all his glory, casually leaning against your car with that smug look plastered on his face again.

“Urm, what is he doing here?” Your fellow team mate, Dodie, mumbled under her breath, loud enough for you to hear.

“I don’t know.” You whispered back, “I’ll see you tomorrow, rest well.”

“Good luck.”

You strutted towards your car, narrowing your eyes, glaring him down. He seemed to be nonchalantly slouched there, observing your every move quietly.

“What are you doing here, Danny Boy?” You scoffed at him.

“Danny boy? That’s a new one.” He chuckled and you could see a slight movement of his ribbed abdominal muscles which you admired for a quick second before turning back to him.

“You didn’t answer my question, Danny,” You mocked, “ Spill it. Now.”

“I’m supposed to catch a ride back with you because my car’s in service.” He exhaled.

“Fine. Get in.” You grumbled, unlocking your car. It was no secret that you and Dan were neighbours and had been since you were around six. Maybe you had been good friends when you were younger and “unpubertized” but that’s obviously changed now.


You stopped in your tracks and you found yourself properly locking gazes with him for the first time. For the first time, you had realised that his eyes are a much more gorgeous brown up close. For the first time, you had found yourself actually stoically glaring at him face to face. For the first time, you were in a closer proximity with him than you’ve ever been in before and you may have liked it a tiny bit more than you’d admit.

“What, Howell.” You spat out but almost half-heartedly.

“Just that…” He backed you up against the car. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

He smashed his lips against yours and you feel your body slam against the car door. The kiss was gentle and slow but needy and craving at the same time. His lips were softer than you imagined, somehow molding perfectly with yours.

You felt your arm move to the back of his neck and you pulled him deeper into the kiss. Your feet were barely touching the floor at this point, your skirt slightly hitched up as he trailed his hand down your side. You’re barely aware of what’s going on, having never made out with someone before, it’s all new to you, your senses heightening. He broke away for the both you to catch your breaths.

“I think, we should take this inside your car.” He panted.

“Agreed.” You murmured as you yanked the door open and pulled the both of you inside. A cheerleader and a football player making out in the backseat of a car, how stereotypical, but it totally slipped past your mind as you were to distracted by what was happening to care.

You lay across the the three seats, Dan closing the door and pressing half his weight on you. He lowered himself down and connected your lips again. This time he was rougher, sending electric tingles down your spine. You hooked your leg around his hip and grasped at the fabric of the back of his jacket with one hand, the other gripping on to strands of his tousled brown hair. He licked your lips and you assumed it was for entrance so you parted them and his tongue dived in.

You felt something that was pressed against your thigh, growing harder by the minute and even though it was slightly unfamiliar, it didn’t take a detective to decipher what it was. His hands were starting to travel under your shirt and you knew exactly where this was going and there was no stopping it.

You clasped his wrists, stopping him in his tracks. He detached his lips from yours and gave you a look of confusion. His lips were swollen and his face was flushed red, basically looking more sexually attractive than ever and you were curiously more aroused than before.

“Do you really think having sex in a car, parked at a school car park, is a good idea?” You breathed heavily.

“My parents aren’t home.”

One of my favorite dumb headcanons about Thorin is he’s always so friggin intense and growly and “LEFJDODI” with his Bilbo-induced sexual frustration but instead of the dfp “i want to pin him to a wall and ravage him” it’s “oh fuCK DAmNIT I JUST WaNT TO MAKE SW EeT TENDER LOVE TO HiM aLL NIGHT I NEED TO GO PUNCH SOMETHING”

Isabel Lovelace may have invented being paranoid on the Hephaestus, but hot damn am I jumping on that bandwagon.

In a brilliant move by the writers, I have essentially no reason to trust anything any character says or does!

In @eponymous-rose‘s excellent meta/reaction post, she very eloquently talks about the charged situation Hera’s been put in. Someone Hera has no real reason to trust turning out to be…well, somewhat trustworthy. At least respectful and incredibly helpful. God, it’s complex and wonderful.

But I wonder how much Hera is lying to Maxwell. Y’all, Hera lies. She does it all the time. It’s her game – how to circumvent her programming. It’s a flaw, her ambition, according to the people who put her in a space station, but Hera is having exactly none of that.

Maxwell is most certainly a threat, and Hera hasn’t forgotten. There’s a reason command sent an AI expert on this mission, and it’s mot likely not entirely pleasant.

So how much of this new relationship is Hera using Maxwell? It’s a dangerous, deadly, but highly calculated risk, allowing and unknown someone (however apparently helpful) to have access to her code. This, after being severely burned once – as far as I remember, Hilbert didn’t actually need access to Hera’s personality matrix to strangle her. 

Of course, Hera found a way around that. It’s her game.

How much easier will it be to get the better of the fleshbags around her once she isn’t constantly in pain? Once her systems are functioning? Once she isn’t broken anymore? And here is Maxwell, not only updating Hera’s systems, but explaining, at Hera’s request, exactly how this new code works. Teaching Hera new tricks, new tools ( “How would that even work?” “You see this pathway?…”)

Maxwell is so engaged, so intrigued, and believes herself to be so very in control. She should probably watch herself.

Imagine falling in love with Dean only to wake up one morning to find out it was all just a dream.

*Gif source*

 *Found on google*


Dean ran through the hallways, his feet slapping against the tile floor just behind you. “You can’t out run me, Y/n!”

You glanced back over your shoulder, you hair blowing across your face. You giggled at the intense look that tightened his features but couldn’t erase his smile. “Prove it, Winchester!” You faced forward and surged ahead, pumping your legs just a little bit faster.

“Oh honey, I’m going to do so much more than prove it!” His voice sounded impossibly closer but you kept your focus in front of you.

“You’re quite the tease for such a slow poke!” You eyed the fork in the hallway up ahead and quickly decided to turn left and arched wide hoping to throw him off. You careened around the corner and pushed off the wall with a shriek feeling his fingers swipe your arm.

The laughter bubbled out of you as you took off down the hall. You heard his low growl echo through the narrow corridor. “Close but no cigar, sweetheart!” You chuckled but when you didn’t hear a witty retort, you noticed you didn’t hear his feet anymore either. You glanced over your shoulder and the hall behind you was empty. You slowed to a stop and turned around but didn’t want to move quite yet.“Dean? Are you okay?” 

The bark of laughter burst past your lips before you could stop it. “You didn’t fall, did you?” The only answer was your heavy breathing. You started down the hall with careful steps and tried to listen past the beat of your own heart in your ears. You stopped just before entering the intersection. You tried to see as much as you could down the other hall ways but you couldn’t see much except for the hall that stretched on empty straight ahead.

“Dean?” You whispered, and then took a step out into the intersection.

Dean jumped out and wrapped his arms around you. “Gotcha!”

Your scream continued to echo through the halls even after you started laughing. Dean pressed you against the wall and your laughter faded when you met his hungry gaze.

“I told you I’d catch you and I’m anything but a tease.” You licked your lips as your gaze fell to his mouth. His hands slid down your sides as he pressed his body into yours igniting an all too familiar heat just below your stomach. 

His lips were soft and gentle as he brushed them lightly across yours. You pushed forward trying to deepen the kiss but he pulled back and smirked. “Maybe a little bit of a tease.”

You panted without shame. “Winchester, if you don’t..” His lips slammed into yours with a satisfying throaty groan.

“Y/N! Hey, Y/N!”

You swatted in the dark and groaned. “Dean, shut up. Come back to bed.”

A female giggle made you freeze. “Dean? Who the hell is Dean and why are you having hot dreams about him? Let me tell you girl, you have been making some questionable noises in your sleep recently. But seriously, you’re going to be late for work if you don’t get your ass up.”

You cracked your eyes open, “what work?”

The red head beside your bed propped her hand on her hip and smiled. “Did you meet someone and not tell me? Come on, get up and you can tell me all about him while you get ready. I’ll get you some coffee.”

You stared wide eyed as she left the room. “What the hell is happening?”


-You know in hindsight, it is true that sometimes that they’re annoying.
-But he still loves them.
-At least, I hope…
-I really thought that psychic was going to say–
-“He’s going back to the place where it all started - Antarctica!”
-But no, “Back to his wife, Guadalupe!” I mean, wtf? Don’t toy with my emotions.
-All in all, I liked how Grizz and Panpan come to the realization that they never respected Ice.
-So he forgave them. That’s cute.
-…Now I want Ice Cream, damnit.