omg mighty need

okay so i had the most horrible idea for a kagehina scene so now you all have to suffer with me - 2.4k, rated t, :( but then :)

Hinata found him behind their gym. His uniform jacket was stuck to the prickly cinderblocks half-way up his back like he’d leaned and slid down into the grass instead of sitting on the ground in the first place, like he couldn’t bother with normal human actions and just melted down the side of the wall out of spite or something. His messenger bag lay upturned and half-way gutted over the green ground in front of him, with his shoe dangerously close to the crime scene. It looked like he’d kicked it himself in anger.

Hinata bit his lip, wringing his hands as he stepped around the corner and approached Kageyama. 

He’d planned it all out, researched the best ways to go about it and the best poems–even read some in Japanese and English to see which language would sound cooler in the moment–and the best day in the week to do it. He’d talked to Yachi about it, and then Noya, who were both more in touch with this kind of stuff (especially compared to him). He’d thought about how tired they would be just after lunch versus at the end of the day (he couldn’t do it in the morning, because what if it went terribly wrong and Hinata would have to go to school with him all day instead of being able to escape at any point–best to avoid unnecessary embarrassment if he was rejected). He hadn’t anticipated this, though.

Just before last period, he’d pulled the piece of paper out of his trouser pocket–the one that he’d nearly scribbled and erased and scribbled down to pulpy nothing, the one he’d read and reread so much that the blue lines across it were fading at the edges from his restless thumbs (the one that he’d nearly thrown in the wash the other night)–and held it in his hands as he walked up to Kageyama in front of the sciences building. As usual, the volleyball team tended to gravitate toward each other during any sort of between-class downtime, so Tanaka, Ennoshita, Yamaguchi, Yachi and a couple of the first-years were all sprawled or leaning or loitering on the lawn with Kageyama, who sipped at his box of milk through a straw and slouched in the shade of a scraggly tree, listening to another one of Tanaka’s stories. 

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So I was looking up reference for Wheeljack and his tools for something and came across something…interesting

apparently….

he has a face????

under his MP helmet????

?????????????????????????????????????

why has nobody told me that we’ve had a Jamie Hyneman Wheeljack all this time??????

blindbae  asked:

Omg omg omg omg jealous Noctis drabble would be 10/10 I have a mighty need 😂😂😂💛💛

OMG YAAASSSS! I’m keeping it SFW because, quite frankly, I had this idea stewing in my head for a bit~ it’s super cute and innocent and I feel like Noctis would go about this (addressing his jealousy while everyone in the vicinity low-key knows he’s jealous) in such a round-about way <3

Tagging some pals: @blindbae (I know you’ll get the notification, but I tagged you anyways lol), @itshaejinju, @cupnoodle-queen, @nifwrites, @airlea-sicarius, @alicemoonwonderland, @asendioncosplay and @xalexanderxkozachenkox <3 :D


You’re Really Cool, But… (Noctis x Reader SFW)

Noctis quickly discovered that you were a natural flirt. Especially around Ignis- his studious, stern, and dry-witted royal advisor. The young prince was sure that Prompto had already noticed his foul mood and had subsequently decided to go on a little nature stroll with his camera before dinner was served at camp that night. Prompto had always been attuned to Noctis’ moods like that- that was why the blond sharp-shooter was Noctis’ best friend.

Noctis had been crushing on you since he’d first met you in the Crownsguard training area at the Citadel, where you were practicing your hand-to-hand combat. He admired your strength and effortless beauty, and he’d been overly curious about you ever since. He’d been over the moon when his father had announced that you would be tagging along with his personal Crownsguard, just in case weapons failed and the team needed some man-power to pummel enemies to the ground. However, Noctis made sure that he didn’t let on about his crush on you- he didn’t want things to get awkward within the group. Especially given that he was off on a trip to Altissia to marry Lunafreya Nox Fleuret.

But truth be told… Noctis really couldn’t take seeing you flirt with Ignis anymore. It tugged at his heart the wrong way. It hurt terribly.

“How are you so good at cooking, Iggy? Honestly, any girl would be lucky to have you as her husband!” Noctis watched you gush giddily as you moved to peer over Ignis’s shoulder at what he was making on the portable gas stove-top. The prince heard his advisor chuckle, clearly amused by your antics. Noctis’ gloved fist clenched above his knee as Ignis glanced over his shoulder at you with a twinkle in his intelligent green eyes.

“Come now, it’s nothing special- someone had to be able to cook to our prince’s tastes, after all.” Ignis quipped lightly, throwing Noctis a pointed look, only to meet gazes with Noctis and reign himself immediately at the clearly upset look on Noctis’ face. Ignis quickly whipped his head in your direction at the sight of Noctis’ apparent glare, and cleared his throat pointedly. “Now, y/n, if you don’t mind- I need to concentrate now. This recipe is quite difficult to concoct-”

“It’s soup, Ignis.” Noctis almost snorted with laughter at your deadpan statement. However, you were still standing much too close to Ignis for comfort. Noctis wanted you to move away from him- immediately.

Ignis seemed to have caught on to Noctis’ apparently interest in you, and shot you a stern look to send you away. “It’s a complex soup. Now go sit with Noct until dinner’s ready.” Ignis instructed, sounding like the mama bear he absolutely denied being.

Noctis watched as your lips turned down into a put-off frown, and immediately averted his gaze from your face to his lap, twiddling his thumbs as you shuffled your way over with a sigh. The raven prince felt your warm presence plop down right next to his leg, and he almost gasped out loud as you leaned your back against his shin.

“He’s such a stiff, honestly… does he ever let loose?” Noctis gulped at your question and made a non-committal sound in the back of his throat. In response, you tilted your head back and rested it on his knee, making Noctis’ heart rate increase significantly at the innocent gesture. “And you- you hardly every talk to me. I’m sorry I crashed your little bachelor party- slash- road trip. But King’s orders, you know?” Noctis listened to you speak, your voice taking on a softer tone that usual.

Sitting up straighter on his folding chair, Noctis shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t mind. I think it’s cool that you’re here. Fighting with your fists… and stuff…” Noctis trailed off, feeling a little juvenile about his comments. Flushing at the cheeks, Noctis turned his head away from yours and mentally berated himself for being incredibly awkward with you. Sure, he was incredibly jealous when you were flirting with the others, but the moment you approached him, he became awkward.

Noctis could have screamed at himself- he wasn’t even giving you an opening! All he could give you… was awkward.

While Noctis was wallowing in his self-pity, he didn’t notice the fond smile that formed on your lips as you mulled over the prince’s unsure words. Noctis barely noticed that you had shifted in your position at his shins until he felt your forearms folded across his knees, leaning on them gently as you stared up at him with amused eyes.

“And I think it’s cool that you can summon countless weapons out of subspace and call on literal Gods to smite all the baddies when we’re in a pickle. You’re really incredible, my prince-”

Noctis choked on air the moment he heard the words ‘my prince’ leave your lips. He really… liked the sound of that. Especially from you. The young prince could have sworn he heard Ignis and Gladio chuckling from the camp stove at his expense, but he ignored it as he took a deep breath and stared into your eyes.

“Um, y/n… I think you’re really cool-”

You smiled kindly up at Noctis, and he could hardly breathe. You were so pretty and perfect and… he wanted you to know that he selfishly wanted you all to himself. And so, that’s exactly what he resolved to do-

“You’ve said that already, Noct.” You grinned.

Noctis nodded, his blush growing darker agains this pale cheeks.

It was now or never.

“Yeah… um, about that: I’d really appreciate it if you could tone down the flirty stuff. With Iggy, that is. It makes me feel uncomfortable…” Noctis trailed off, feeling like an absolute moron. You stared up at him, eyes amused.

“But you don’t mind me laying the flirty stuff on you, right?” You smirked.

Noctis boldly looked you in the eyes, ignoring Gladio’s howls of laughter and Ignis’ chuckles- as well as the newly arrived Prompto’s gasps- as he nodded. A blush still covered his cheeks as he stared down at you with his expressive midnight blue eyes.

“Yeah. I guess.” Noctis said, bashfully turning his head away.

The sweet kiss he got on his cheek from you as a response to his cute jealousy had the prince’s heart beating impossibly fast. Noctis smiled despite his embarrassment- admitting to his jealously, even in a roundabout way, was definitely well worth it if it ended up in a sweet kiss from you.

anonymous asked:

au where everyone has ears and tails mostly for aesthetics but aren't limited by stereotypes they're just there. Asahi has cute bunny ears giving him the nickname "Asabun" and Yahaba has long droopy ones for "Yahabun". They also have cute fluffy tails<3 Suga with kitty ears and Daichi and Iwa as wolves. Oikawa and Noya have fox ears. Tanaka was born earless, but he doesn't let it get to him, preferring to stroke Chikara's slightly droopy rabbit ears -Duckling

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I was excited for Georgina Haig to join the OUAT cast because she was in Fringe, my favourite tv show of all time.

And then I realized that Georgina’s Fringe character, Etta, and Emma have quite a bit in common, including the fact that both of their parents were trapped in time for most of their childhood (Emma’s parents being trapped by the curse, and Etta’s parents being trapped in a substance called Amber that kinda/sorta cryofroze them until Etta broke them out).

Also: both Emma and Etta had some damn good looking parents

anonymous asked:

"- Leonard decides to rob the playboy of Starling, Oliver Queen, whilst he’s at a cocktail party but arrives to find Barry half asleep watching Netflix on the couch" OMFG YASSSSS THAT WOULD BE FUCKING AMAZING OMG I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED

Haha I do like that one :’) like Oliver and Barry being bros!

Len walking in and Barry freaking out like ‘how did you find me’.

Len’s just wondering how the hell Barry became friends with a douche like Oliver Queen. So he’s trying to explain what’s going on here and that’s he’s not actually here for Barry and as soon as he says that Barry’s asking how he found out about Oliver. And of course Len had no idea what Barry’s talking about and can only assume that they’re dating. Which only makes him dislike Oliver more. So he decides to look him up some more to figure out just what Barry sees in him and that’s how he realises Oliver is the Arrow. Which makes him even more jealous.

So there’s just this awkward moment of Leonard being like “you’re not going to let me rob this place, are you?”

“Hell no”

“I came all the way to starling. I won’t hurt anyone.”

“Go away Snart I’ve still got three episodes left and I want to be finished by the time Oliver’s back”

Snow knows (it's porn)

In which Snow is sure that Emma and Regina must be dating. In true love. The whole shebang.

And she’s never wrong, right?

(…right?)

Snow is feeding Neal on the couch and reading a novel (Busty Babs’s Sapphic Awakening, which has been less informative about sapphic awakenings and more informative about what happens immediately after them– she isn’t quite comfortable reading this around Neal, but she’s trying to be supportive so she soldiers on and keeps a list of questions for Ruby for later) and she blinks, checking the clock on the wall again. “Now?”  

“If I run, I can catch Regina before she heads to work. I thought up some people who might own that mansion.” Emma holds up a notebook and peers into the mirror. Blinks twice. Adjusts eyelashes that have grown a suspicious amount since dinnertime last night. (Is Emma Swan wearing designer jeans?) 

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