might get shot

I keep seeing this cute Dad Might picture in my head – clear as a photograph, I tell you.

Just imagine: It’s winter, and cold, and for some reason, Izuku and Toshinori take the train to get home from wherever they have been. It’s already late, the train almost empty, and Izuku is freezing up. So in search for some warmth, he cuddles against Toshinori’s side. Toshinori, you have to know, is a living, walking heater. So he’s the perfect source of warmth for the freezing, tired boy.

Speaking of tired: Somehow, Izuku manages to fall asleep on Toshinori.

Toshinori startles when he realizes that Izuku is literally using him as a pillow, and spits blood in embarrassment and flustered surprise. But once he sees how content sleeping Izuku looks, he can’t bring himself to move the boy away. Instead he adjusts, making sure that the boy is comfortable leaning against his bony shoulder and not going to slip off, and proceeds to watch the lights passing by at high-speed outside.

(Or at least, he pretends to. He quickly comes to realize that watching Izuku sleeping, breathing evenly and scrunching up his nose and murmuring from time to time, is way more interesting.)

Obtuse

Percy makes friends at a college party, but her intentions aren’t what he expects.


“Oh, thanks!” Percy smiles as the girl - Cassie? Casey? He thinks it’s Cassie, but the music was so loud when she introduced herself he couldn’t quite hear - hands him a fresh cup. “Just Coke, right?”

“Yeah,” she says, matching his smile with her own. “Though I still don’t get why you’re not drinking.”

He tries to subtly sniff the drink before taking a sip, just to be sure. It smells okay. “Not a fan,” he says by way of explanation, taking a small sip.

Cassie tags a swig from her own cup, gagging slightly as the vodka hits her throat. “Yeah,” she coughs, “I can - ah, I can understand that.”

He laughs, and she laughs too, and when Percy settles back against the wall she comes and stands next to him. 

She nods out at the crowd and says, “So, what do you think of the party?”

“It’s pretty fun,” he says, which is mostly true. He’d prefer to be back in his dorm, snuggled up in bed with Netflix on in the background and Annabeth curled up beside him. But, as far as college parties go, he thinks this one is all right. The music isn’t terrible, at least. “Although, to be honest, I don’t have that much experience with parties so I’m probably not the best judge.”

Cassie turns to him with a knowing look. “I thought you were shy, hanging out by yourself over here with that brooding expression.”

“Brooding?” he says, lips quirking up.

“Well, you’re not brooding now. But you totally were before.”

“I was not brooding.”

“You were.”

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yo but get this:

what if this part in the run ep was a hint for who’s getting shot at the end of the not today mv teaser? what if yoongi shoots jimin?? and in jimin’s short film he acts like he’s getting shot so… either way, jimin might be the member getting shot????

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fic tagging

okay so i’ve been meaning to do this for a while now. i know that there are folks out there that want to be tagged in my stuff and i say that i’ll tag you but then i completely forget. at some point i will make an actual list but for now, this is going to be my tag post.

so, if you want to be tagged in my wincest stuff respond to this post.

again, respond to this post.

this one right here.

the one that you are currently reading.

respond if you want to be tagged in my wincest writing.

DO NOT send an ask through my ask box because i will forget to check that when i am tagging people. this is what you want to respond to if you want to be tagged.

okay?

okay.

If you are reading this, you may be familiar with Sausage Party, which at the time of this writing is on its way to becoming one of the most successful talking-food movies of all time. You might have read some stuff about how raunchy or funny it is or isn’t. I don’t care about any of that. Whether they made a masterpiece or a turd, they apparently did it by treating their animators like trash.

This is not new or rare, as I mentioned in an article six years ago, but what is new is that we might actually get a shot at getting people to pay attention to it this time. A run-of-the-mill fluff promo interview with the directors had its comments flooded by anonymous animators that worked on the film, complaining about unpaid overtime, threats, and being cut from the credits. While news outlets have contacted and verified some of these people as genuine ex-employees, every single one was too scared to give out their names, because blacklisting is a real thing in the industry.

I did not work at Nitrogen Studios (the studio in question), but I have experienced pretty similar horror stories from my time at another Vancouver CG shop (now defunct). Unlike those animators, I don’t work in the industry anymore. So I will say what I saw and vouch for these people not being isolated cases of disgruntled animators. Here is my IMDb page; please spell my name correctly on the blacklist.

6 Ways ‘Sausage Party’ Got Away With Screwing Its Artists

timetravellingentity  asked:

smh kyle never told the story about being at a frat party I can't believe this :////

miles never finished telling the story about the girl he was dating in college either smh

I kinda wanna write something, but I have like 0 ideas.

Except, like, Nino DMs for Mari, Alya and Adrien. Marinette plays the Righteous Paladin, Alya the Sneaky Theif and Adrien the Flirty Bard.

And that’s the entire fic. Just the 3 of them roleplaying D&D. Also, Adrien and Marinette basically are playing their superhero selves unintentionally, so Adrien keeps flirting with Marinette. Alya is always just screaming.

Alright, I promised more info on the next multichapter story after my return home, and so it begins! Today you get the teaser/cover for the fanfiction with the working title of Noumenon.

No, it’s not Green Lantern Alex Danvers. My patrons did technically vote, but I totally influenced them by mentioning I was having a lot of feels/inspiration for this particular AU. 

This AU is a scifi/fantasy mix that you’ll learn more about over the next few days. I won’t start posting the actual fic until I have several chapters completed, but you will learn more about it before I begin posting. :)

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I guess I’m not like my brother…

Camp camp fic draft... Uh, I'll call it camp survival

(Drabble? Fic? Idk, I’ll write more if anyone would read it, I really just wanted to write this specific scene. I may revise and turn into at least a decent sized Drabble later)okay, so the story would go: Billy and the woodscouts return. Max had seen things he should not have back at their camp and they are on the mission to catch or terminate. Unfortunately, there is an entire camp in the way. And David is not as incompetent as he seems. David is struck down (by a log on a string although it may change in revision) while pushing Max out of the way.

Max glances over to the motionless David laying just in front of him on the ground as he sits up from where he was thrown. The other campers watch in horror from where they stand, having seen the counselor while he was struck down, taking a heavy hit.

Max slowly creeps closer, kneeling in front of him. He had thought he was doomed, and the very counselor he had hated so much from the start risked his life for him… And might’ve lost it as well. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he couldn’t even think past the shock.

A small hand reaches out, being gently ghosted over David’s form before it rests on him. He’s still warm, Max notes.

There is still no movement coming from the counselor, no clear sound or any other signs of life visible.

“Da-David?” Max asks, a level of fear leaking into his voice. “Stop playing around… Come on, wake up man” As he attempts to steady his voice it breaks.

No response is met, the other Campers still watching wide eyed. No one could believe what just happened. They had lost their main counselor, the enthusiasm of the camp. No one spoke, all eyes glued to the scene. Each moment seemed to drag on for an eternity, everything in the forest seemingly having gone silent with grief.

The thought occurs to Neil that the woodscouts were likely still out there, that no one is safe where they are. He opens his mouth to speak but no words come out.

A couple drops land on the stilled counselor, a couple tears visible on Max’s face. “No, this wasn’t supposed to happen…. Shit, wake up.” His hand tightens around the green shirt, bunching the fabric in his tiny fist. “It was supposed to be me…”

His head lowers as he gently sets it on the green fabric, another fist grabbing the shirt “…why? Why would you protect me like that…?” His voice is barely a broken whisper.

He remains leaning over him for what seems like forever, most everyone having looked away at some point.

David’s face twitches, his head turning slightly to the side before his eyes open. He is confused at first, looking down and seeing Max leaning over him only further confusing him. He clears his throat before speaking, saying a soft “Max? Ugh… I need to stop getting hit by things” And gaining the attention of the camper.

Max can’t believe his ears at first, quickly sitting up and looking at the now awake David. “Holy shitfuck-you’re alive?!”

The counselor notes the tear-streaks immediately, his mouth opening as if to speak but he promptly closes it again. He sits up as Max notices the wetness on his face, quickly wiping his face on his sleeves. “Of course I’m alive, a simple trap like this isn’t going to get rid of me” David says, a small smile visible on his face. He couldn’t believe Max actually cared, it warmed his heart to see otherwise

“Uh-um-na-thank you” Max states quickly, finding the words to speak. “For saving me. But don’t get any fucking ideas or try that shit again. This changes nothing” he forces a frown onto his face to match his words, crossing his arms over his chest and standing.

David beams, slowly standing up as Neil steps forward.

“We need to get out of here, and soon. Or at least get Max out of here. They’re probably gaining on us by now.“

David nods in agreement, motioning for the other campers to follow. “There is one place I know of that we can hide, I found it when I was a young camper like yourselves.”