im serious haha

A Concept

You go to see The Shape of Water in theaters. It’s spectacular. It’s awesome. It’s everything you imagined but better. Plenty of fish man camera shots to drool over. He’s adorable and kind. Eliza is a wonderful and fascinating character. She’s selfless and loving. You’re so glad she’s the central character. As you watch it, there’s nothing but unending love for the two of them and their unlikely romance in your aching heart. Your love for them only grows as the film plays. You can feel the warmth of their love radiating off onto you and into your soul.

The story is enchantingly dark and romantic. It’s a beautiful, touching story. It’s easily one of the best films you have ever seen. By the end of it, you swear someone must have started cutting onions in the theater.

You decide to stay to watch the credits, immobile by how breathtaking and gorgeous the film was, unready to leave behind such a wondrous film, reluctant to truly return to the bleak world we live in.

The credits roll and this song starts playing.

Your tears are gone. Your mood has changed. Your heart skips a beat. People around you are in awe, some paused in their motion to exit the room, others still in their seats unmovable like you.

A single, desolate thought is the only one able to form in your mind:

“What in the fuck?”

5

The Revelation™

| Stove | Saitama

The crash had you stiffening.

“G-Geez!” You tried to calm your nerves, looking away from the television. Getting to your feet, you made your way into the kitchen while scratching at an itch on your neck. 

Your lips twitched upwards. “All I asked was for you to take the pot off the stove, dork. You’re such a klutz-”

You paused, stopping at the open doorway with a hand on the wall. Still. He was still, faced away from you, unusually quiet. The pot was on the floor at his feet, contents spilled out onto the tile. 

“Saitama?” You asked, smile slipping. When he didn’t answer you frowned and cautiously approached him. You only stopped when you were right next to him, and even then he did not seem to take in your presence. 

“Hello?” You tried a jovial tone. Your hand waved in front of his face. “Earth to hero?”

Silence.

You pursed your lips, dropping your hand. Following his gaze, you only saw it trained on the stove below him, where his palm rested. A sigh left you, filling your chest and exiting through the gaps in your teeth.

“Well the food’s wasted,” You patted his shoulder. “I’ll go see if I can grab takeout-”

You blinked.

Where his palm rested. His palm. That was on the stove top.

The stove top that was still on.

“Saitama!” You hissed in alarm, eyebrows shooting above your hairline. There was steam escaping around his hand, and the burner below it glowed an angry red. How had you not noticed before? You didn’t think twice before reaching down and grabbing his hand with yours. Unfortunately you only succeeded in catching your own hand on the scalding surface, and winced, instinctively drawing back.

You tried again, learning from your past mistake and tugging at his forearm instead. You might as well have been tugging at a brick wall because no matter what you did you could not budge him one bit. 

“This isn’t funny,” You glowered. “You’re scaring me.”

“Funny? No,” He murmured, still fixated on his palm. You felt a pressure behind your eyes as you steeled your resolve, scowling.

“Fine then, be that way,” You said. “I guess I’ll have to play this game too.”

And with that you slammed your hand next to his.

The heat immediately hit you, but you bit your lip and ground your teeth together to withstand it. Flashes of raw pain flared across your palm and throbbed in your nerves as you squeezed your eyes shut, unable to hold back the small whimper that left your throat.

Just like that, Saitama jerked. 

Your hand was on the stove and then it wasn’t, instead held in his own in the air. It took you a moment to register that he must have moved it - it was so fast you hadn’t even seen nor felt it. 

His grip tightened on your wrist, and he turned to finally meet your eyes for the first time since this had started. You expected to see unbridled anger based on the hold on your arm, but you were even more frightened by the blankness in his eyes. 

“You better put it under cold water,” He said, letting go and continuing like nothing had happened. “Do you have any bandages? Maybe Genos can analyze it more-”

“What. Happened.” You spoke, and there was no space in your tone for any fooling around.

Saitama blinked, then merely looked at the ceiling. When he glanced back down his focus was on his own palm.

“Look,” He said shortly.

You were silent as he lifted your palm next to his, uncurling your fingers gently. 

“I know,” You said. “We both need some kind of cream for that-”

“No,” Saitama interrupted. “Look.”

You furrowed your eyebrows together, but followed his instruction. And then you saw it. Where your palm was red and warm to the touch, the skin flushed and blisters already beginning to form, his was not. In fact his hand looked the same as it had before, and you thought your mind was playing tricks on you.

“What?” Your voice echoed confusion.

“I don’t feel pain anymore,” Saitama revealed, and you found yourself trapped in the drone of his voice. “I had my hand there for the longest time, and absolutely nothing happened. There isn’t even one welt.”

He flexed his hand, watched his fingers move. “Its not just my hand, its everywhere. This is more than just defeating enemies with one move. I can’t take blood tests anymore because the needle doesn’t pierce through. Knife blades break whenever anyone tries to cut me. The only way to inflict harm on me is possibly if I did it myself.“ Your breath hitched at that, imagining the danger if Saitama punched or cut himself just to feel something again. “How is that possible? Is this what power is? Is this the cost of what I worked for?”

His eyes met yours again, and beyond the blank, there was someone screaming, something burning. A sad smile broke the porcelain mask. “I may have become the strongest, but I think I’ve lost my humanity along the way.”

You were speechless. You wanted to do something, anything to help soothe the man in front of you, but what could you do? You couldn’t begin to understand. Who were you to try? 

But still, there was a reason you were here.

“You idiot,” You said, breaking the quiet. Your non-injured hand poked his chest, a reprimanding cock of your hips. “So what if you’re the strongest? So what if things can’t, admittedly, affect you the way they could before? Is that all there is to life?”

You let the hand on his sweater clad chest travel to his arm. He allowed you to pull his own hand, observing. You touched it your cheek, cradling your face before you intertwined your fingers with his.

“I know you can feel this. I know you can feel me. And I know you. I’ve seen you give up things for the good of others, no matter how you try to push it off or say that the world’s view of you doesn’t matter.“ You snorted. “I’ve seen you pout when I beat you in video games, and don’t even make me mention your panicked attitude when Genos praises you excessively.“

You kissed the middle of his palm, leaving your lips ghosting there and raising an eyebrow. “And you’re trying to tell me you’re not human anymore? You’re good enough for me. It’s about time you become good enough for yourself.”

He hung his head, and there was another silence before a thumb brushed along your lower lip. A raspy chuckle left him. “I don’t deserve you.”

“You definitely do deserve me, just as much as we definitely deserve takeout,” You leaned up on your toes to press a chaste kiss to his mouth before dropping back down with a mischievous smile. “And I definitely deserve to beat your butt in that game again.”

There was an audible gasp as if you had just committed an offense, and then he was back to normal.

“Against my ultimate combo? I don’t think so.” He suddenly went comically serious, the detail now in his facial features causing you to fall into a heap of giggles.

“Well we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”

[MasterList]

anonymous asked:

Kookie ^^ if you and jimin had to be in a couple costume what would you two dress up as? Aside from bunny and cabbage since u already did that ^^

JK: Well, we asked our hyungs for some ideas … and all I can say is that I blame Jin hyung and his puns…   

rhaegal: so apparently imma have a new dragon rider a la ‘aegon’ snow-

ghost: now you look here you little biotch

red vegeta vs saltsuke 

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| A moment of stillness |

Sharing thoughts on fathers perhaps…

The Songs of Distant Earth

Guess who just watched every episode of Voltron in three days for the first time??? Title is blatantly borrowed from a sci-fi book that I LOVE by Arthur C. Clarke. (Pls read it if you like serious sci-fi.) P.S. The two songs mentioned here are “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” by Israel “IZ” Kamakawiwo-ole, and “White Rabbit” by Jefferson Airplane, if you want to listen to them as you read. Which I would strongly advise, lol. 

Spoiler alert if you haven’t caught up yet.

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Keith is staring at nothing when the knock comes at the door. For a minute he stays right where he is: arms strewn idly at his sides, boots discarded at the foot of the bed, day clothes only half-exchanged for nightwear before he gave up and laid down a couple hundred tics ago. A couple more pass.

Slowly.

The knocker knocks again, no more or less insistently.

On the other side of the door, Lance is frowning. None of them are doing very well without Shiro. It’s been a full Terran month now since his disappearance, and the ship is slowly falling prey to the most dreaded of all fates: a return to normalcy. No one wants normalcy. They want their leader back. Their friend. Without his leadership each new partially drawn-up plan feels hollow and pointless. Without Shiro, Voltron is nothing more than a chicken running around with its head cut off. Ha, ha. Good one, Lance… Fighting the endless crushing void of depression with dark humor is a dubious coping mechanism, but hey, it’s all he’s got. It’s better than just waltzing straight into the void, y’know?

Speaking of which.

Lance gathers his resolve and knocks on the door in front of him for a third time. The alien metal is ice on his bare knuckles. None of them are doing well, but if you were to ask Lance, Keith is doing the worst.

He’s about to knock a fourth time when the door abruptly slides open. “H-hey buddy,” Lance says dumbly. He knows his grin must look like it’s scribbled on in crayon, but he can’t help grinning anyway. It’s all he knows. A childhood of lying through his teeth to younger siblings about the darker aspects of life, the universe, and everything (and a subsequent year in space lying through his helmet about the odds of survival to civilians midrescue) has trained him too thoroughly. Happy Face Mode is automatic.

“What?” Keith knows that everyone is probably concerned about his refusal to participate in anything beyond training and war meetings but he doesn’t really care. Most everyone has gathered that Keith wants to be alone. Most. Lance, however. Suffice it to say that Lance appearing in the middle of the night to try and goad Keith into god knows what is no new thing. The familiar cadence of this visit doesn’t make it any less annoying, though. “Alright,” he deadpans when a few more tics have passed without Lance moving or saying anything at all, “good talk,” and moves to close his door.

“Wait!” he blurts, and his arm is shoved through the door into Keith’s room, keeping him from touching the closing mechanism. “You weren’t sleeping, were you? No? Okay cool. I have something I wanna show you.”

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finally sat down to write one of my oc comics and it just occured to me that i dont know hypothetically which series i wanna do first?????

which stories sound the most appealing to read to you guys?

  1. OFFICER COP: officer guy just trying to make it in a super hero city (comedy series)
  2. ART IS HARD (work in title): kid comic artist/writer duo bother the shit outta their peers for comic reference (comedy series)
  3. MOXIE: resentful post-apocalypse girl who harnesses her toxic limb growing abilities to kill all the toxic monsters that scour the world (drama/gore series)

anonymous asked:

You seem like a very nice person (we never really talked before) and I'm the one who pays for my Netflix account so... if you want to I can DM you and you use mine? I don't mind

omg thanks but it’s all right!! ill find my own way to watch it plus if i was offered sensitive info like that id feel..a bit guilty..lol but gosh ty for the offer yall are so nice

bunny mommy deserves to be happy

Pls be my friend. I will send u unmeasurable amounts of memes in the most inappropriate moments and also I can give u free apple slices and a bouncy ball. All I ask is for u to give me love in return.