Anime Anti-hero™: I’m dark, brooding, and exceptionally talented. I hate the protagonist of this series (and his stupid, optimistic attitude!) because I’m edgy and angry and bitter all the time! I’m the best, and I’ll always be the best, and I’ll destroy anything in my path that tries to get in my way! Rest of Anime Cast™: Wow….that’s the anti-hero for you. So cool. So mysterious. All the girls are falling at his feet. Including our protag’s love interest. Let’s give this boy a medal. Two medals. For being so cool and mysterious.
Kacchan: I’m dark, brooding, and exceptionally talented. I hate the protagonist of this series (and his stupid, optimistic attitude!) because I’m edgy and angry and bitter all the time! I’m the best, and I’ll always be the best, and I’ll destroy anything in my path that tries to get in my way! Cast of BNHA: Literally shut the fuck up Kacchan and go to sleep it’s like 3 am we’re all exhausted and we don’t care
my brother legit turned down a girl bc she made fun of jackson omg ok so my lil bro has jackson as his lockscreen, and some girl who likes him asked “why do you have a gay guy as your background” and my brother shut her down immediately. he said “that’s jackson my role model, and so what if he were gay, he’s still more beautiful than you’ll ever be” :”)) and I’m just alfjdhhxna im so proud of him
For @abloodneed, one of the most amazing, beautiful men alive. Thank you for always being you.
There were certain things that Magnus feared. The loss of a loved one—his mind flashed to quick strides, dark hair and hazel eyes—, the loss of a friend—his breath caught at the image of dark eyes, dark hair streaked with grey, twin horns, and skin grown cold—, and the loss of his children—the downworlders he’d taken underneath his wings. His fingers dug into the oak coffee table, scouring the wood as his mind supplied him with images of everyone of them that he’d lost. Drawing in breath was hard, like he was suffocating, a direct contradiction to the cool breeze wafting into the outdoor patio of the mundane bar he’d decided to visit. Sometimes, he just needed that time to himself, amongst the mundanes that entertained him with how they scurried about in their daily lives, unaware of the world that existed in the shadows.
He did just that at the moment, watching them go about their lives when suddenly, everything… froze. From the waiter who had been heading to his table, to the lovers celebrating their recent engagement. Even the late night dog walker and her dog were frozen in place, her with a hand halfway up her hair, and the dog with his tongue half pulled into his mouth. As he took in the the sight, everyone frozen as far as he could he could see, and as he heard those footsteps, calm and unhurried, that oozing mass of power that would cower a lesser man, have them scurrying away or bending their heads in submission, Magnus came face to face with his biggest fear.
“Drinking alone,” a voice he’d heard only once in his life and had hoped he would never hear again wafted out to him, moments before the owner of the voice slid into the seat across from him. White suit—expensive as expected, stretched over a tall lanky form. “Now that doesn’t suit you Magnus,” he drawled as he casually shrugged off the jacket, undid the diamond studded cufflinks so he could roll up his sleeves and show off his forearms. Long lean fingers reached up to run through hair that was kept in place by the crown of barbed wire on his head. He waved his hands and men—shapeshifting demons, Magnus was sure—who’d accompanied him all gave them a wide berth.
“And how would you know what suits or doesn’t suit me,” Magnus tossed back as he reached for his glass of bourbon. “You don’t know me.”
The man grinned, teeth sharp in the moonlight. “Now, now Magnus. Why would you say that? Is that how you speak to your father?”
Magnus raised a brow and took a sip of his bourbon, eyes hard as he stared back at Asmodeus.
so basically everyone is angry at thomas sanders because
1. hes just trying to be funny and relatable but because he’s 28 he’s a ‘pedophile’ and shouldn’t continue to be a good role model to his teenage audience???
2. he made a mistake but once it was pointed out he immediately fixed it and apologised profusely
and 3. he said hes ace inclusive and now all the ace-phobic people are COMING for him???
Confession: I am sitting here laughing so hard at my own fucking nonsense that I am gonna have to compose myself before writing a rambly artist note.
Will you even look at this.
Okay, so: This was a gag gift, you know it was a gag gift, obviously a very well-thought out one that took some planning, but the person who gave it was apparently unaware that while you can take the man out of Iowa, you cannot take the Iowa out of the man. Even if you manage to surgically excise every trace of Midwest, you’d STILL have someone who used to wear a purple miniskirt to work.
Last statement here is that if you’re new enough to Hawkeye that you don’t recognise the GOSH I LOVE ARROWS thing, I am going to give you the pleasure of Googe-Image-Searching it yourself. Enjoy! You’ve picked the right Avenger to love, you really have.
DONT. USE. ME. SO. THAT. JACK. MARK. OR. ETHAN. CAN. SEE. YOUR. POST. BECAUSE. I. AM. NOT. THEIR. MESSENGER. AND. I. AM. NOT. HERE. FOR. OTHER. PEOPLE. TO. USE. ME. TO. GET. NOTICED. BY. THEM. I. ALSO. POST. MY. OWN. POST. FOR. THEM. TO. SEE. SO. STOP. I. AM. NOT. A. FUCKING. MACHINE. I. AM. A HUMAN. BEING.