it looked fine the way it was



Black Hat x Dr. Flug

A/N: Paperhat! I’ve had a few requests for this, so here’s my first one! This is the 800 follower long awaited Paperhat fiC! Don’t worry, I have more in the works x)&.
This idea has totally been done before, but I like it and I thought it would be a nice way to start off writing for these two.


“Dr. Flug!!”

At the mention of his name Flug could feel his blood pressure rising. “Just don’t do anything especially stupid, and this will all go fine.” He told himself mentally, turning to face Black Hat.

The man looked at him impatiently, wanting quickly to get this interaction over with and get away from Flug as soon as possible. Something about the scientist made Black Hat feel…off. Yes, that was the best way to describe the sudden rush of instability that came his way whenever Flug approached him.

“Y-Yes, Jefecito?” Flug asked hesitantly, somehow maintaining eye contact with the taller man. Black Hat scowled down at him.

“Is that new device I asked for ready yet?” He asked, squinting his eyes over at Flug’s work bench where parts were scattered about haphazardly. Clearly the answer was “no”.

“Y-you only asked for it y-yesterday, S-sir.” Flug replied, already preparing for the bodily harm that always followed not meeting Black Hat’s expectations. Flug stayed up for most of the night, only breaking to grab some coffee, to produce the basics of the ray assigned to him the afternoon previous.

“How disappointing…” Black Hat growled, something inside of him holding his hand back from striking the poor scientist, “I’ll be back after I’ve had my breakfast, and you will not disappoint me again. Got it, Flug?”

Black Hat raised his hand threateningly as he spoke. The scared scientist simply nodded through the whimpering before his boss stalked out of the room. Flug sighed. It was impossible to do as Black Hat asked in such a short time, but Flug began work anyway.

However, several days without sleep began to take their toll. The world grew dark as Flug struggled to keep his eyes open, even to sit up on his chair. He attempted standing, but soon then aged man collapsed onto the floor, unconscious, his body forcing him to rest. Parts of the device had fallen with him, and he still has a screw driver in one hand.

Black Hat returned to the lab an hour later, rather upset that he would have to endure his own unrecognized emotions so quickly. He couldn’t see Flug at first when he entered the lab, and for a moment presumed the Doctor was hiding.

“No…Even he’s not that stupid.” Black Hat mumbled to himself, dismissing the thought and heading over to the work bench. His eyes widened slightly when he saw Flug collapsed on the ground.


No, Flug was breathing and Black Hat could hear Flug’s heart still pumping blood through his body.

But why did just the idea frighten him?

The temptation to become angry arose quickly in the tall demon, but soon was dismissed when Black Hat took a moment to think. When was the last time Flug slept? Within the past two weeks, Black Hat couldn’t remember seeing the doctor outside of his lab, and come to think of it, the Doctor’s room had sounded consistently vacant for a while now whenever he passed by it.

“You haven’t been sleeping.” Black Hat grumbled out loud, “I suppose it’s my fault, then?”

Of course, Flug didn’t respond. However Black Hat began to realize how especially difficult Flug’s job had been lately, how he had been even more demanding than usual.

Did he feel…bad about it?

Black Hat sighed and picked up his employee. Despite being overworked, Flug still had a pleasant smell to him, clean, much like the lab was. Black Hat brought Flug to his room, marked with an airplane on the door.

The room was simple, with just a few pictures on a dresser, a computer that sat on a simple desk, along with some papers covered in scribbles, diagrams, and notes; a few other pieces of furniture lines the walls; posters of airplanes were all around. Flug’s bed was next to the desk and Black Hat set him down quietly, pulling a blanket over him.

He stared at the doctor a little longer, not entirely sure as to why. Black Hat didn’t want to leave right away, so for a while he sat in the desk chair next to Flug’s bed, watching the man sleep.

When he left the room, Black Hat closed the door quietly behind him before turning to see Demencia staring at him. She blinked a few times, then raised her eyes brows. Black Hat…being nice to Flug? Whaaaat?

“Unhealthy employees are not effective.” Black Hat said, turning so Demencia couldn’t see his blush, “Dead ones are even worse.”

Apparently satisfied, Demencia shrugged and wandered away. Black Hat had said those things more to himself than anyone.

Surely, he wasn’t going soft…surely not.

But when he looked back at Flug’s door after only a few steps down the hall, he couldn’t fool himself anymore.

I headcanon that trini absolutely loves cosmetology. like throughout the movie she always has her hair in bombass braids and her makeup is always so fierce. she takes a lot of pride in her hair and makeup and, of course, kim is the first to notice. from that point on kim is always asking for trini to do tie her hair into intricate styles, trini always agrees because it’s an awesome way for her to play with kim’s hair without the other girl seeing her blush.

eventually the boys notice too. when zack asks trini to put makeup on him, she’s a little surprised at first, but once she’s done she doesn’t regret it because “holy shit, tiny! I look fucking flawless. that contour looks fine as hell. Jason! Billy! you gotta try this

the thing is
i loved you the way everyone wants to be loved
and you loved me the same way you felt sorry for me
sorry for leaving
sorry for never calling me back
sorry about the way things ended

the thing is
i’ve spent my whole life learning to forgive
but seventeen years of “it’s okay, i swear it’s fine”
wasn’t enough preparation for the way you were
sorry for leaving, sorry for calling me, sorry for needing to hear my voice it’s just that you couldn’t sleep and sorry for having to hang up because she was there and i was here and sorry for kissing me that day but you just couldn’t help yourself because i looked so pretty

the thing is
i grew up in a house where my father drank himself half to death more often than he said he loved me, so i got good at drinking enough to forget my crumbling family life
but there’s not enough alcohol to keep me from remembering the way you looked at me under that tree or the sound of your laugh or the way you said my name in that coffee shop

—  how does it feel to be the only one who got out in one piece?

“I’m looking for something I didn’t know I lost.”

“I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out by now. Look at them mooning over you.”

“No need for being careful. I am a one way disaster train and I aim for destruction.”

“If it’s as simple as you said it is, you wouldn’t be struggling, either!”

“You don’t have to try that hard to win me over. Flattery or small gifts of generic sweets will work just fine.”

“Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just enjoying your failures.”

very extremely don't

my eyes water uncontrollably when i disassociate. i don’t call it crying. when someone always someone chiming in. cause me. hello hello. tell me about the tattoo you didn’t get. the one that says tooth & nail. the one that says silence outlives the silent. my whole head is a heartbeat. the music starts. and then the slow motion crows. do you remember that dream. where i read “you are jeff” into your voice mail. listen. don’t tell me to have heart. because. i had one and look what happened. when i disassociate i google words i know the definition to already. i google different ways to tell you stories you’re bored of hearing. i google aphasia symptoms and tell myself i’m fine. some days i’m fine. i tried to walk through a mirror in a thrift store. when i disassociate i get emails from nigerian princes because they miss me. hello hello. i hope this email finds you well. i am writing to you with tears in my eyes. my heart is full of missing dog fliers. my idiot heart. i sit on the couch and flip through the layers. sometimes i’m afraid you think i use my memory problems as a crutch to blame my forgetfulness. sorry. about that. probably goin to hades for that. unbalancing equilibrium. the descent into squalor. i am sorry if you cannot understand the mathematics of my grief. i’m not dramatic. i was only kidding. when i said i wanted to make porcelain copies of the tooth david lost in the car crash. i read too many articles about why people get high and jump off buildings. there should be a word for the plot of land bought to bury someone who hasn’t died yet. there should be a way to articulate that the wind looks like it’s pushing your ghost in a swing. it doesn’t even hurt anymore. every love story goes on without me. the ghostly voices once said

anonymous asked:

Where could one find fellow Guardian friends, theoretically speaking, if one literally had no friends and is kinda awkward in social situations?

Here! Haha but honestly Tumblr blogs can be a good way to get some friends or find a group that doesn’t really do coms etc. I’m not really playing right now or id offer, I’m certainly willing to play when d2 drops and if you don’t want to do coms that’s fine with me. I completely understand not wanting to talk or feeling too awkward to want tot interact. Another bet are those fireteam websites but I gave up on those pretty early in d1 because the ghally demands for crota. A new feature coming to D2 is guided games. Essentially allowing you to find people doing certain activities and seeing if you can join them or where you can ask for help. Another helpful way would be looking into different clans and kinda seeing how they do things. That’s the only downside with destiny is how you need to actually be social to do the good stuff. I’m hoping to open a clan for D2 gearing towards every part of Destiny. Requirements will be having it Lgbtq+ friendly, female friendly, and overall good attitude. Also will have players who are geared toward raiding, pvp (maybe competitive play) and all around pve (strikes, publics, etc.)

I hope this was helpful and friend me if you’d like to run some Destiny in the future.

Ladrien June Day 22 - Safety Helmet

“Shouldn’t you wear a safety helmet?” Ladybug asked, concern in her eyes.

“I’m fine.” Adrien insisted, pulling himself higher on the climbing wall. “I do this all the time.”

“I just don’t want you to fall,” she bit her lip, regretting expressing interest in the climbing wall. She didn’t want him to get hurt.

“Don’t worry,” he pulled himself the last few feet. “Look, I climbed the whole way up.” He looked down at Ladybug and she grinned up at him proudly. The sight made his heart flutter and he let go of the wall without thinking.

When Ladybug saw Adrien fall her heart almost stopped. She moved on instinct, leaping forward with her arms outstretched. Adrien’s weight landed heavy in her arms and she let out the breath she was holding.

“Oh,” he said, blinking in surprise. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” Ladybug said breathlessly, her heart still beating fast.

anonymous asked:

You are never ugly! You are an absolutely stunning person. You are beautiful both inside and out.

This is super sweet, I just have to clarify that when I say I’m ugly today I don’t really mean it as a negative thing! Having nice makeup and looking put together is fun sometimes but I’m trying not to let my appearance be a major factor in my self worth, so when I joke about being ugly it’s really a way to distance myself from the idea that ugly is something to be afraid of.

Sometimes I’m ugly, and that’s fine! I’m a human being and I’m allowed to be 😊


Opening the door she almost bumped into Ryan. She noticed the haggard look in his eyes. The tense way his jaw was set. He looked like he hadn’t slept at all. “Ryan” she called his name.

He looked up eyes vacant “Charity” he croaked.

“Are you alright?” she reached a hand out to steady him as he slumped against the wall.

“Fine. I’m fine” he muttered shaking her hand from his shoulder.

She looked away regretting all the times she had rebuffed his concern. “Isn’t there…I mean” she stopped unsure what she wanted to say “I’m sorry.” Impulsively she grabbed his wrist keeping him from walking away. “Please isn’t there some way we can go back?”

Slowly he turned to face her. His eyes glistened with tears “I’d like that” he mumbled.

Relief flushed through her like water through a dam. Throwing her arms around him she squeezed him tight. “I’ve missed you” she cried kissing his stubbly cheek. She felt his arms wrap around her waist. Holding her tight.

No. Just, no. It does not look good or fine or even just okay. If someone paints a bad faceup on their doll, you have to tell them. You don’t have to be a jerk or insult them, just don’t sugarcoat it. Doing so will just make them think they did well and not look for ways to improve. Feedback is IMPORTANT. Constructive feedback is GOOD. Especially for those who are just starting out.

I’m so tired of seeing new faceup artists opening up for commissions when they don’t even have the skills for it yet. Stop coddling them and telling them they’re good when they still have a way to go.


Injections - Pack Mom (part one)

Scott hurried down the hallway of the school to see his best friend, Stiles talking to his beta Liam at his locker.
“Hey” Scott greeted them happily relieved that the school day was almost over.
“Ok so to over the plan one last time, after school we meet up at my jeep and head to the Hale loft. The girls will meet us there for the pack meeting.” Stiles recapped.
“We need to stop by work first,” Scott told him. Stiles and Liam looked at him confused.
“Liam and I need to get the shots Deaton made especially for us”, Scott told him. Stiles remembered and nodded.
“Shots?” Liam asked nervously.
“You’ll be fine, I’ll explain everything on the way down”, Scott reassured his beta.

For the rest of the afternoon during his Biology and English class, all Liam could think about was the need for werewolf shots that Scott had mentioned. He couldn’t help but feel nervous.
“Come on, dude. You’re a werewolf? You can handle some tiny shots”, Mason reassured him as they walked to their last class together. Liam sighed. He secretly hoped that the class would drag as slow as possible but 50 minutes, the bell rang and the teacher dismissed everyone. Liam said goodbye to Mason and went to meet his alpha and his best friend at the jeep like they planned.
“Come on, Liam. Where have you been? We’re going to be late” Stiles expressed in annoyance as Liam slowly trudged to his jeep and got in.
“Do we have to have the shots?” Liam asked the older boys.
“Depends, do you want to live?” Stiles asked sarcastically glancing at the nervous beta through his mirror who huffed in response.

They arrived at the clinic in no time and were greeted by Deaton who lead them to the back room to administer the shots.
“Welcome, boys. Derek informed me you have a pack meeting so I’d think you’d want this to be over as quick as possible?” He stated picking up the needle and looked between the true alpha and his beta.
“Who wants to go first? Liam?” Deaton asked but the beta shook his head. Scott went instead taking the shot like a champ.
“See? There’s nothing to be afraid of”, he reassured the young beta as he rolled down the sleeve of his shirt.
“Your turn, Liam”, Deaton said picking up the second needle.
“No!” The beta yelled and ran out of the clinic.
“Liam!” Scott yelled and chased after him with Stiles and the veterinarian behind him. They found the young beta outside hugging the large metal pole reusing to move. Scott wrapped his arms around Liam and tried to pry him off of it using his werewolf strength.
“Liam, you’re being a baby. Come on, it’s not that bad.” Scott told him trying to pull him off but the scared beta only held on tighter.
“No!” Liam yelled back.
“Liam, what do we have to do for you to get the shot?” Stiles sighed.
“I want momma”. Liam replied timidly.
“Really? You can’t get a small shot without your mommy being here?” Stiles teased him joking.
“Get momma or I’m not moving!” Liam yelled tightening his hold on the pole.

Scott sighed and began to dial Y/N’s number.
“Hello?” She immediately picked up.
“Hey, Y/N. Are you busy?” He asked down the line.
“Hey Scott, no I just finished putting snacks out for the meeting. Where are you boys? I didn’t think getting shots would take this long?” She asked them.
“Yeah, about that…?” He began.
“What is it?” Y/N asked concern lacing her tone.
“Well I’ve had mine but Liam refuses to have his unless you’re here”, Scott told her.
“Where is he? Put him on the phone.” She instructed him.
“It’s Y/N, she wants to speak to you”, Scott told Liam as he put her on speaker.
“Liam, baby are you there?” She asked.
“Momma?”, Liam replies.
“Hi baby, what’s wrong? Scott said you haven’t had your shot yet?” She cooed at him.
“It’ll hurt, momma”, Liam told her.
“Only for a second, honey and that’s it. Do you want me to meet you there?” She asked him.
“Yes and hurry”, Scott told her down the phone answering for Liam.
“I’ll be there in a minute”, she told them and hung up.

Y/N took the keys to Derek’s Camaro and told him she was meeting the boys at the clinic and would be back soon. She pulled up at the back entrance of the animal clinic and saw Liam hugging the pole as Scott and Stiles both attempted to pull him off of it.
“I’m here!” She yelled as she slammed the door shut and clicked the lock button shoving the key in her jeans pocket as she headed to the boys.
“Liam, baby”, Y/N called him softly.
“Momma!” Liam cried and let go of the pole as he raised his arms at her like a needy toddler. She engulfed him in a hug and helped him up as the boy now clung to her waist.
“Hi baby, Scott says you haven’t had your shot yet?” She stated. Liam nodded his head.
“I don’t want it, it’ll hurt”, he pouted up at her. She pressed a loving kiss to his forehead.
“It’ll only hurt for a second, sweetheart. I promise”, she told him.
“Come on, let’s go inside”. She instructed him. She followed the older boys and Deaton back to the room.
“Sit on the table please, Liam”, Deaton asked him politely but Liam shook his head tightening his grip on Y/N. She sighed. He wasn’t going to budge. She instructed the older boys to go to the waiting room. She then sat down on the chair and pulled Liam onto her lap. She gently rolled his sleeve up for Deaton to access a part of his upper arm.
“No momma!” Liam began to sob scared of the needle. She hushed him softly and gently rocked him in her arms to calm him down.
“Sssh, it’s ok, baby. It’s going to be ok. Momma’s here”. She cooed.
“This is what we’re going to do. You’re going to lay your head on momma’s shoulder, close your eyes and count with me ok?” She told him making sure he was comfortable in her arms and began counting.
“Ok, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5”, she began. When she got to 6, she gave Deaton a nod who knew it was then he would have to administer the shot.
“6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11” she continued. Liam began to count with her. His eyes closed as he rest against her shoulder just as she had asked. Deaton wiped Liam’s arm with a warm cotton pad doused in alcohol acting as a disinfectant and within a second the shot was administered. Liam didn’t flinch and instead continued to count. Y/N pressed a kiss to his forehead and gently rubbed his forearm with her thumb as she looked down with a smile at how adorable he looked bundled in her arms.
“12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20” the young beta continued.
“Liam, you can stop counting now sweetheart. It’s over. You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you, baby”, she told him pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“It’s done?” Liam asked.
“All done”, Deaton confirmed with a nod and smile.
“Good job, that wasn’t so bad was it?” He asked the young beta who blushed in Y/N’s arms.
“Thank you, Alan”, Y/N smiled up at the vet.
“My pleasure”, he simply responded.
“Are there any side effects to this?” She asked him standing up as Liam continued to hug her waist as she played with his hair idly.
“There may be a slight rise in his temperature but other than that, he’s should be fine.” Deaton told her.
“Thanks again, Alan. Take care.” She smiled as she walked out with Liam clinging to her hand.
“Did he get it?” Stiles asked.
“He did, like a champ. Didn’t you baby?”, she cooed playfully at the young beta.
“Did he also give you a lollipop for being a good boy?” Stiles playfully teased Liam ruffling his hair who turned away from him and hugged Y/N.
“Stiles.” Y/N warned him in an authoritative tone.
“Great job, Liam”, Scott praised his beta patting him on the shoulder.
“We’ll meet you at the loft. Derek and the girls are probably waiting for us.” Scott added to which Y/N nodded in agreement.
“We should head back”. She stated. The boys nodded and got into the jeep.
“Come on, sweetie. Buckle up so we can head home”. She told Liam putting on her seat belt and starting the engine. Liam nodded and rest his head against the headrest as Y/N drove them home.

“Momma, I don’t feel well”. Liam told her as Y/N pulled up at the front of the loft seeing that they were the first to arrive with the older boys probably behind them.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Y/N asked taking off her seatbelt and turning to face Liam seeing the beta slumped down in his seat.
“My head hurts”. He pouted. Y/N pressed the back of her hand against his cheek to take his temperature and could feel he was slightly warm.
“Deaton said you’d get a little temperature. Don’t worry, sweetheart. Momma will take care of you”. She told him pressing a kiss to his forehead. They headed into the loft. Y/N was greeted by Derek who pressed a kiss to her cheek and ruffled Liam’s hair followed by “heys” from Lydia and Malia who were sat at the kitchen table going through homework notes together.
“How did it go?” The older alpha asked.
“He did really well.” She told him smiling down at Liam.
“Great job, pup”. Derek praised him.

Not long after, Scott and Stiles finally arrived and walked into the loft carrying pizza boxes.
“We brought food!” Stiles yelled as he walked in carrying boxes behind Scott who also had boxes and litre drink bottles in his hand.
“I guess we’re having dinner first”. Derek stated as he went to the kitchen to get plates followed by Lydia who offered to give him a hand. Y/N had Liam sit on the couch as she went to plate up the food for everyone making a plate for Liam.
“Here you go, honey”. She smiled handing him his plate as she took one of the large napkins and put it around his neck like a bib. Liam hungrily dug into his plate and even welcomed seconds.

After dinner, everyone was in the living room laughing and talking casually as others sat at the dining table continuing research. Y/N was stood talking to Derek when she noticed Liam laying down on the couch and approached him.
“Liam, are you feeling ok sweetheart?” She asked leaning down kiss his cheek and brush his hair away from his face.
“Everything hurts, momma”. Liam whined.
“I know baby, you just need to rest.” She reassured him. Liam continued to whine and made grabby hands up at her. Y/N couldn’t say no to him. She sat down beside him and the young beta immediately crawled on to her lap and rest his head against her shoulder. She smiled and pressed a kiss to his forehead gently rocking him in her arms.
“Momma?” Liam asked her sleepily.
“Sssh, just rest baby. Momma’s right here”. She cooed softly.
“Should we postpone the meeting until tomorrow?” Derek asked her with a smile on his face as he sat down beside his girlfriend as she took care of the pack’s youngest beta.
“I think the shot scared him a little”, she told him looking down to see Liam’s eyes fluttering shut.
“That and he wants all of your attention”, Derek chuckled at how Liam was tucked up in Y/N’s arms like a toddler.
“He’s allowed to, he’s my baby”, she told him.
“Mama Wolf is coming out”, Derek teased her playfully as Y/N chuckled shaking her head at him.
“Go ahead with the meeting. I can fill Liam in tomorrow”, she told him. Derek nodded and asked everyone to get settled so he could begin.

The meeting lasted for 30 minutes and everyone soon dispersed and headed home leaving Y/N, Derek and Liam at the loft. Liam was still asleep so Y/N had Derek carry Liam up into the spare bedroom where he mostly stayed. She followed behind, tucking Liam into bed and pressed a kiss to cheek.
“Goodnight, sweetheart”, she whispered checking to make sure he had everything one last time before leaving him to sleep.


This is just a statement for the record saying that, if anyone out there needs a Punisher fix, 2004′s “The Punisher” is a decent way to get it. While adapted for run time and budget, particularly with regard to backstory, it generally honors its source material … and it’s based on damn fine source material. Overall it’s really in keeping with the flavor of both Year One and Welcome Back, Frank, which is all I for one can ask of life. (Unless you’re looking for a blend of Year One and Punisher MAX, in which case, we have Netflix for that.)


Please, please be gentle and think about what you’re saying when you’re talking to children. I met a woman in her 60s-70s the other day who was nervous about her new haircut not having bangs because someone told her she had a large forehead way back when she was 12 and she still felt self-conscious about it not being covered up. Your words really can affect a kid’s life that far into their adult future.

the following are NOT reasons why batkids are allowed to be child vigilantes:

-bruce is an abusive parent

-bright colors draw bulletfire 

-sidekicks are convenient 

-he enjoys putting children in danger

-child soldiers are cool and fun

actual reasons why batkids are allowed to be child vigilantes:

-in 1940 dc wanted a kid hero for their target audience to relate to, and it was a very successful move

-when comics got darker later, dead sidekicks made for easy manpain

trying to hold the very fact of kid sidekicks against bruce (and ollie, barry, etc) is so pointless. before even getting into comic verses theres certain things you just have to accept: people are taken seriously while fighting crime in costume, glasses can disguise superman, and sometimes kids take on armed criminals with limited combat experience. (usually theyre fine). just always keep in mind what the characters are responsible for and whats just the industry.