Albus Potter knew from the beginning his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and beyond that he had been deemed “Harry Potter’s disappointing son” by the media. After growing up in a home where everyone had been filled with so much love and adoration for each other, Albus has never considered for one minute that his parents would have been disappointed in him for being different. But the media was a powerful tool that helped instill the “Harry Potter’s disappointing son” mantra into the heads of thousands, including Albus himself.
So when the end of his third year rolled around, and Albus had finally admitted to himself that, yeah, he was pretty gay, his first thought was great, another adjective to add to my “Harry Potter’s disappointing son” list. Along with stupid, slytherin, and doesn’t like quidditch he could now add g a y.
So. In the wake of season 3 I’m aware I haven't… posted very
much, necessarily, and I’ve been a bit salty and bitter about things. And I want
to take a minute to address why, so that people can understand where I’m coming
from with this and why my mood is so “sad and angry and ready to fight the
Let me start by saying: this is not my first rodeo. I have
been in fandoms a long-ass time. I know that shows do not always go the way you
want them to, and that creators will tell their own story according to what
they want to do and no fan is ‘entitled’ to have that story turn out according
to their wishes. So when I say “I am really unhappy about Season 3” I
want people to understand that I am not simply throwing my toys out the pram
because I didn’t get the storylines/ships/characters that I wanted.
I went into this season with a handful of theories that I thought
might be canon. Most of them didn’t pan out, and you know what? I’m not mad
about that. Sure, I didn’t get Ryou and my theory about the origins of Voltron
is pretty much dead in the water but that does not bother me. I’m cool with
that. That is not why I’m upset and angry.
This is about Shiro. Like so, so many things for me: it’s
um i don't know maybe a modern day newt thing where he's reader's college roommate or in the same classes as her & he obviously fancies her and everybody can tell but her? hope that didn't suck too much
Didn’t suck at all lol and sorry for the wait! Hope you like it ❤️
Imagine: Being Newt’s college roommate. (Modern day AU)
“Queenie, I knowwww. Geez. Yes…okay, yes. No, I don’t care if you think Dr. Graves is a hot professor, you can’t go flirting with him.”
Newt smiled in amusement, still looking down at his biology textbook as he listened in on your’s and Queenie’s phone call. He knew many women flocked to the psychology courses simply for Dr. Graves, but he’d like to think you didn’t quite see it that way. Call him jealous, but he’d like to think you had better standards than some older man who rocked a cool haircut.
“Okay, I’ll meet you guys later. Of course Newt is coming…”
Newt glanced up momentarily at the sound of his name, and he raised an eyebrow at you. Your smile was a naughty one, and he can only venture a guess it wasn’t going to be something he liked.
“Mmk, I’ll see you later then. Tell Jacob I said hi.”
You tapped the end call button, tossing your cell on your small dorm mattress, and plopping yourself down on Newt’s bed. He twirled around in his chair, book laying on his lap as he glared at you.
“What exactly am I doing?”
“Before you say no, keep in mind you owe me for the last time.”
“What last time?”
You sighed at the zoology student, elbow resting on his desk as you waved your hand about. “You dragged me to some weird exhibit that had animal carcasses everywhere.”
Newt closed the textbook, placing it back in his bag as he chuckled. “I can assure you, that was far more than an exhibit of dead animals. Each one was an experiment on how the environment and other predatory creatures-”
“Yeah yeah, word of advice next time take me out to dinner as a date not a museum of death.”
Newt almost laughed at your playful words, except one part in particular made him freeze. He looked up at you, a small blush forming on his freckled cheeks. “A…date?”
Newt’s crush on you was no secret to anyone, although apparently he thought he hid it well. But, a man can only stare at you so much before it became obvious. However, you liked the reserved student just as much. Being honest with yourself, you never thought someone like him would be your type. He was handsome, no doubt, but judging by your dating rap sheet, party boys seemed more your area. And yet, the first time you met Newt he was just different. In a good way, of course. He was kind, gentle, sweet, and loyal to a fault you’d think. There were times you didn’t think you even deserved his friendship, let alone his adoration.
“Yes…” You replied, smirking over at the blushing man. “I mean, if you don’t want to go out-”
“I do!” Newt blurted out his answer a bit quicker than he wanted, and he looked down at his hands, stumbling over his words. “That is…um, if you’ll let me. May I?”
He was beyond adorable in your eyes, and how could you possibly decline such an offer? You got up from your spot, and took a seat on his lap much to his pleasure. Newt smiled up at you, still unsure of what to do, but he didn’t deny himself the pleasure of your company.
“You may, Scamander. Which is perfect timing, because we’re going on a double date with Queenie and Jacob tonight.”
hey, I really like the chibi!deku&dad might comic you did, but could you explain the premise, if you have one formed? because I'm really curious about how they met and how old deku is since all might didn't get injured too long ago from the start of the series
The premise is something like this:
Toshinori has been released from the hospital.
Recovery girl had been the one to handle most of his procedure, patching up his battered body as best she could while keeping an eye on his vitals. Apparently, his most recent battle has left him with a permanent handicap on his strength and a life cut short.
He has been released from the hospital and escaped the clutches of death, but at a dire price.
“Thankfully,” she had said, frowning down at her clipboard, “there are only a few people who were alerted of this setback, and they can be trusted to keep the secret. As far as the general public goes, All Might simply encountered another villain in his daily life and dealt with the situation accordingly.”
He knows that he is fortunate. He knows that he has saved the world from a horrifying villain and come out of it alive.
But still, something a little like inadequacy and disappointment settles in his stomach. Pride at finally having resolved the conflict between the holders of One for All and that man settles within him - him, he had been the one to finally do it; his predecessor can rest easy and Gran Torino is proud - but at the same time that is precisely the problem.
It is done. Resolved. Accomplished. And he has been left with a debilitating handicap as a result.
And all the while, All Might is a pillar of strength and resolve still needed in this world of heroes.
(He doesn’t quite mind, that. It has always been his dream to be a hero, to do as much as he can to help the populace and protect the people, even to his last breath. But the battle with his arch-nemesis has come with a price, and it’s more than a bit difficult to accept the fact that his time as One for All’s sole bearer wears thin and his “final breath” may end up being sooner than he thought.)
So, it is with this mindset - looking battered and broken with gaunt cheeks and shadowed eyes that hold a weariness of carrying the world on his shoulders - that he encounters a young boy crying in the park.
Toshinori has always been the type to do as much as he can to try and see everyone smile. His whole reason for becoming a hero was because he had wanted to aid the cause and help change the world for the better.
Without really thinking, he walks over to the bawling child - noting the bruises and scratches with some quiet remorse - kneels down, and places a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder to get his attention.
“Boy,” Toshinori says, smiling, because All Might always has to smile. “Are you alright?”
He jumps back and just about dies when the boy takes one look at him and screams.
Once the boy finally calms down, Toshinori finds out that his name is Midoriya Izuku. And he is bullied for not having a quirk.
(It took a while to calm the boy down. One look at his face and Midoriya had screamed bloody murder, apparently downright terrified of the sight. Toshinori had only then taken true note of what he looked like after his encounter with the holder of All for One through the reflective metal of a beam and, yeah, he doesn’t exactly look like a pretty sight while smiling.)
Overall, Toshinori is, admittedly, a little shaken.
Because this boy is quirkless. Sure, Toshinori knows that it is still an occurrence these days, but it is a rare occurrence, and for him to encounter Midoriya Izuku the day he is released from the hospital after a battle that has left him as he is…
It’s a silly thought, though. A coincidence. Toshinori wants to try his best to cheer Midoriya up but this encounter doesn’t really mean anything, he is simply doing his duty as a hero that wants to help the people -
But then, Midoriya walks over to the bushes. He emerges with a toy, broken and cracked in his hands, cradling it carefully as his eyes begin to water anew.
“What do you have there, Midoriya boy?” Toshinori asks, quietly.
Midoriya sniffs, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he walks closer. “It’s… It’s my treasure.”
Toshinori says nothing in reply, staring dumbly at the familiar color scheme of red, white, and blue, the toy replica’s arm detached and bent awkwardly.
“Kacchan… Kacchan didn’t do it this time,” he says, clutching the toy in his hands. “But… some older people came around when I was playing, and - and I wanna be a hero but they looked at me like I was stupid and dumb because I don’t have a power and they, they -”
A hiccup, and Midoriya rubs a hand roughly over his eyes.
“I… I wanna be like All Might,” he murmurs quietly. “I wanna help people, I wanna be All Might’s sidekick, I, I…”
He looks up, wide eyes watering and voice nasally. Despite this, his next words are spoken with a steely determination.
“I wanna be a hero.”
This is the moment that the lives of two different people take an abrupt turn. Two, both who were born quirkless, one with the ability to pass on a powerful quirk and legacy and one whose dreams have withstood the grim reminder of the fates of quirkless.
Toshinori searches for the familiar strength that he holds, grasping it despite having been told not to just yet. But this is important, and he watches as Midoriya eyes fill with surprise, awe, and wonderment.
“Midoriya Izuku,” he says, and the boy seems to vibrate with contained excitement.
“You will be a hero.”
This is cheesy, I am a writer of cheese but LOOK… That is a PART OF THIS DUO, it just doesn’t feel right without Detroit Smash 100% levels of DORK.
Just in case, for clarification: Izuku is 9, almost 10, since All Might’s first encounter with Izuku was when he was 14 (and he got his injury five years before he met Izuku).
so. i decided to actually write a fanfic for the first time in forever. and it’s prinxiety, which i’ve never written before. don’t worry, i’ve used proper grammar in the actual fic, lowercase is only my aesthetic in contexts where it’s appropriate.
trigger warnings: anxiety/panic attacks, self-hate, suicidal thoughts (at one point)
ship is, as i said, prinxiety, but it’s really light and can probably be seen as platonic if that’s what u want.
19."I think i'm in love with you and that scares the crap out of me"
this is kinda long…
19.“I think i’m in love with you and that scares the crap out of me”
nothing ever goes according to plan in your life. you hadn’t planned on following your best friend around the world for two years and you certainly hadn’t planned on falling in love with him. maybe it was the little things that he’d do like bringing you chicken soup when you’re sick or sending you something for valentine’s day, even if he was on the other side of the world because he didn’t want you to feel unloved on a stupid holiday meant only for people in a relationship. you think the valentine gifts really put you over the edge. you started to wish that they were sent out of genuine love instead of pity. of course harry loves you, he tells you everyday but certainly not in the way you wish he would.
he brought over chinese takeout and a slice of chocolate cake from the deli a few blocks down for the two of you to share. both of your belly’s seem too stuffed for chocolate cake because harry bought way too much food, but both of you can’t seem to control yourselves when it comes to chow mien and orange chicken. “harry my tummy hurts.” you rub your hand over your stomach, groaning at how full it is.
“well maybe you shouldn’t have eaten all that orange chicken.” harry puts down his phone and pushes your legs off of his thighs while getting off of your couch. “i’ll make you some green tea, how’s tha’ sound?”
Makoto Naegi, Chihiro Fujisaki, Hajime Hinata, Nagito Komaeda, Ryota Mitarai, Shuuichi Saihara, Kiibo, Kokichi Ouma & Rantarou Amami: Reactions to their s/o being flirted with, but they beat up the harasser Headcanons
Um, I hope you don’t mind that I changed it into flirting. I didn’t want to do anything that involves like, the s/o being touched without their consent, bc that makes me very uncomfortable, so I changed it into catcalling and flirting. (Which is ofc still harassing someone, especially if they don’t want it!) I’m sorry!! But I hope you enjoy it and thanks for requesting!! – Mod Chiaki
based on this post: once a boy let me borrow his jacket and after i gave it back i heard him gushing to his friends bc it smelled like me
The windows to the lounge room are open and Lance is cold but too lazy to get up from his comfortable position in the papasan chair to close the windows. Instead, he uses his energy in other forms.
“Pidge, come on,” Lance repeats playfully as he melts further down in his seat, staring up at the ceiling. “Gimme your jacket.”
Now at the entrance of the room, Pidge continues to make her way out as she waves her hand in dismissal without looking back, refusing to further indulge in Lance’s boredom.
Lance drops his right arm over the chair, fingers running through the shag rug. When he hears the doors sliding close, he sighs dramatically. “What if I catch a cold?! I can feel it, right now, here in my throat!” His left hand reaches for his throat as he lets out a fake cough followed by a fake groan. “See! It’s happening!”
A force knocks lightly but unexpectedly into his solar plexus, causing Lance to groan for real. “Dude!” he reflexively calls out, struggling sit up.
Keith stands in front of him, cheeks tinting up pink. “Just–take it,” he offers.
Lance does not reply, he just openly gapes, now fully aware and up in his seat. He watches Keith closely, scrutinizing every aspect of his face—not that he needs to, he has Keith’s face memorized from the shape of his face to the dark hues of his eyes, but that’s not what Lance looks at. What he looks at are the little twitches and curves of Keith’s facial features.
Penpal AU: What if the letters stop and Sid thinks that Zhenya died? So, when he wins his first Cup his dedicates it to Zhenya. In fact he dedicates everything to him, his awards, his Cup and even his Olympic gold. When he kisses his cross before each game he says a quiet prayer of rest for Zhenya, because Sid owes his career to him. Sid would have given up without him, without knowing that there were people out there who liked him.
“So,” Geno starts, as casually as he can. “Ever date nice
Olli groans, none too quietly, an Geno kind of wants to
groan with him at himself, just
because that felt so tactless. Sidney gives him a look. Geno wonders if Sidney
regrets telling the team at all.
“He died,” Sidney says, expressionless. But Geno sees his
bottom lip waver a bit. He then finishes his drink before rising to head for
the kitchen. “Excuse me.”
It’s quiet in the den again, save for Jake’s snoring where
he’s sprawled on the bean bag.
“Great going, G,” Olli mutters, then looks as if he wants to
join Jake and find a bean bag to nap on, too.
Geno finds Sidney in the guest room, long after Olli and
Jake and some of the other rookies have dragged themselves out of Sidney’s
house and into their respective rides. He sees to be looking at a letter.
“Hey, Sid,” he says quietly. “I’m head home now.”
“Okay, no problem,” Sidney says, tucking whatever he was
reading behind himself discreetly. He calls out again, just as Geno turns to
walk away. “Hey, G, hold on.”
Geno comes back. “Hm?”
“Hey, um, I’m sorry about…being weird, back in the den,”
Sidney says. “I didn’t mean to say that.”
“No, is okay,” Geno hurriedly says. “Not mean to—“ Shit,
what was the word? Starts with a p…pie? Pray? “Be snoopy.” That didn’t sound
Sidney chuckles. “You look like you want to ask.” Before
Geno can protest, Sidney starts talking, “I had a friend, a long time ago. Pen
pals. We used to write each other.”
“I’m have, too,” Geno says. He doesn’t really like to think
about it; it was his first major heartbreak, and it still stings whenever he
thinks about how his pen pal, a different Sidney, ever returned his letters at
the end, when Geno had sent that first and final declaration of ‘I love you.’
“Yeah?” Sidney sits back on the bed, staring at the letter
he has in his hands again. “It was just supposed to be a school project. But we
kept writing. I needed a friend. And he was there. I think I always hoped that—it
could’ve been something more, I don’t know. It’s embarrassing. I’ve never even
“Oh, Sid, is okay,” Geno says, sitting next to Sidney. “What
“He stopped writing letters. He send me the last one when I
was 17, and then nothing. I couldn’t even send him back one, because his
address had changed.” Sidney shrugs. “Something must’ve happened.”
“Maybe he was joking. Maybe post office broke,” Geno says.
“He’d never joke about this,” Sidney says glumly. “I owe my entire
career to him. I never told anyone this.” He sniffs, and Geno realizes with a
start that Sidney’s crying, a little bit. “I always said it wasn’t a big deal,
that I got over it in pee-wee, but sometimes it’d get so bad, I wanted to run
away to him. He told me to wait for him. He promised we’d play hockey together
one day.” Sidney wrings his hands a little helplessly. “Well. I’m waiting. I’m
almost 30 now. I’m still writing letters to him, when things get hard. I just.
I think it’s time. To let go.”
Geno remembers Sidney kissing his cross every time before a
game, always murmuring a name and a prayer under his breath. He remembers
seeing Sidney kiss the Cup every time they won it, whispering a quiet, ‘For
you,’ when he thinks no one is watching. He never thought much of it, until
now. And the strangest thing is that Sidney’s story reminds him of something he’s
once said to his pen pal, who’d been a lonely boy from Nova Scotia, who had
been desperate for a friend in a rink where he’d constantly be bullied.
“Sidney,” Geno says, his heart pounding. “Where you live,
when you little?”
Sidney looks at him strangely again. “Cole Harbour.”
“Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia,” he recites like a forgotten daydream. He then lists the street
address that he’d long memorized after a dozen of these letters, and watches
Sidney’s eyes widen.
“Yes, that’s where I used to live,” Sidney says slowly. His
entire body is frozen, and he seems to be thinking a million things at once.
“Your pen pal, he—he Russian, maybe?”
“He is.” Sidney’s expression morphs into something very
“You—“ Geno gulps. Please, please, please let him be right,
please. “You call him…call him Zhenya?”
“Yes,” Sidney whispers. “Yes, that’s his name.”
“Zhenya from Magnitogorsk,” Geno says, his hands moving as
though they had a mind of their own to grasp Sidney’s trembling ones. “Last
letter he send you, on your birthday, he tell you to play best hockey, that he
love you.” More than anyone he’s ever loved, Geno doesn’t say.
“Yes.” Sidney’s barely audible at this point, his throat
thick as his eyes grow wet. “He did.”
“I’m sorry for make you wait,” Geno says, as if in a trance.
“I not know—think different Sid—I—”
Sidney kisses him silent, quick as anything, pulling back
too fast for Geno’s liking. Geno ropes him back in almost immediately for a real kiss, a deep,
heartfelt one that leaves Sidney gasping and breathless. He’s smiling as he
pulls away. Sidney’s crying, a little bit, but he’s grinning and hiccuping like
all his prayers have been answered.
“Zhenya,” Sidney garbles out, clasping at Geno’s hands like
he can’t quite believe he’s able to. “Zhenya.”
Geno’s helpless to do anything other than kiss Sidney again,
and again, and again.
We all love science husbands and when Tony fics are angst free so here ya go!
“What is it Tony?”
Bruce didn’t even look up from his desk, staring at the lay out for the weapons systems for the new QuinnJet. The Team had requested some pretty intense upgrades and he was struggling with the final plans. He just didn’t know how it would be possible to fit-
“Say, BRUCE.” Tony repeated louder.
“Yes.” Bruce sighed and sat back, rubbing his eyes. “Yes, Tony what is it?”
“So does, you know, being big and green make it difficult to date? Or do ladies really go for that?”
“No I’m really asking here. You know, for science.” Tony’s eyes were sparking playfully even as he tried to keep a straight face. “Do you start the date all hulked out, or pull out the big guns after she’s back at your place?”
“Tony. I live here. The Tower is ‘my place’. And I’m sure everyone can vouch for me when I say I’ve never brought a woman back here.”
“Well, we have a Hulk-safe containment room. Nobody REALLY knows what you do in there.”
“That’s enough.” Bruce turned away to go back to working, and Tony frowned at his back.
“For a scientist, you sure aren’t open to discussing theories.
I need more batman media but I don't know what to watch or where to watch it and Netflix took off Young Justice and Justice League :(:( do you have any fic recs or fun facts
to follow if you haven’t already followed them, the first three write FREAKING
AMAZING fanfic and the fourth creates THE BEST fanart I have literally sat and scrolled through these blogs for hours
@camsthisky (good GOSH I love her she writes so much about Dick Grayson)
OH MY GOSH. I
love this story so freaking much. Ok,
imagine if Jason Todd, after coming back from the dead and going through all
that stuff with the Lazarus Pit and training, goes after Dick Grayson to get
his revenge on Bruce. Except when he
shows up at Dick’s apartment, ready to kill the Golden Son, he finds something
completely unexpected. Jason has a lot
of issues, Dick has a lot of issues (courtesy of the Blockbuster incident). I have read and reread this story countless
times, and I can never not cry because I love my broken sons so much. There is a lot of anger, some cursing, much
regret, and brothers being brothers. And Dick is the sweetest most protective [redacted because spoiler] and Jason has a mushy heart after all. It
can stand as complete but I think the author is writing more? Also, either before or after, or both, go to https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqeNxdyp5CE
and listen to the song. It is my new
favorite song and CAN YOU IMAGINE DICK SINGING IT OH MY GOSH
3. the road
will only be wide (the rain will never stop falling)
This fic is a quiet moment of beauty and rest for Dick
and Damian. Damian draws, and Dick
watches his talented little bro. There
is sunlight. You skin will clear and
your crops will grow and any heartache you have ever had will be healed like
There is a problem in the Batcave, as in, younger
versions of the Batfam keep turning up.
It’s absolutely fantastic, and one of my favorite things is younger
Jason being SO done with his older self and calling him out on stuff and being all protective of his brothers. It gets better and better with every chapter.
this story is not finished yet and the author takes waaay long to post updates
on it but she has promised not to abandon it soo…It is Nightwing-centric, with
a whole mess of comic Teen Titans making appearances. The author has written a lot of stories about
a world where Dick became a Talon, and in this tale Talon-on-the-run winds up
on Earth-1 and Nightwing is trying to figure out who this apparent clone of his
is. Talon Dick has always intrigued me,
and it is interesting seeing him and Nightwing face off.
HOLY HECK this is one of my favorite Jason Todd fanfics EVER. I love the description by the author “The one
where Dick bleeds a lot and Jason argues with everybody.” Jason is in the wrong spot at the wrong time,
ie. He finds Dick bleeding to death and is forced to save him. Tim and Damian make appearances. Jason has anger issues. That doesn’t stop him from caring. Bruce and Jason hash things out in the most
beautiful (painful) way.
which Dick confronts Damian about his practice of taking weapons to school, and
also gets slightly distracted by the idea of living in a vardo. I love this story because it shows the best
way to parent Damian—not by telling him no “because I said so” but by
explaining and debating things like he is smart and capable.
This is THE BEST Nightwing fan film I have
ever seen. I love the Dick Grayson in it—he’s
got acrobatics, sounds like Jesse McCartney (Robin/Nightwing’s VA in YJ), and is quite handsome. He fights, gets the stuffing beat out of him
and keeps getting back up, has a bit of a temper, loves Barbara—perfection. Watch it, you won’t regret it. (Also Jason is there yay! I will take him in any capacity I can get. And I kinda really like the actor for Bruce?)
My favorite Jason Todd
fanfilm!!! Heavily featuring Tim
Drake! Look this adaption is fab, I love
the actors and the dialogue and the fight between Jason and Tim (spoiler?) As far as I know they are trying to put
together a second episode. Watch the
video where Jason Todd tries to get people to donate money for it, its
3. Batman The Animated Series is on Netflix till
September 1st. I’m in the
second season and love it a lot…Alfred is so freaking sassy!
It’s just five minutes
and doesn’t have any dialogue, and it doesn’t come close to deserving an Oscar, but dang it it’s hard to find Damian stuff…and also seeing a little
kid running around in the Robin costume made me realize that there is nothing I
want more than to see Damian Wayne on the big screen, being all angry assassin
kid, and Dick Grayson capturing him in a hug…
5. Gotham on Netflix
I am pretty sure you already watch this? But if not, DO! It is AMAZING. I love it so much, especially Bruce and Alfred and Selina Kyle
E. Some things from Batman: Dark Victory
Okay I know he is a talented young acrobat and all but how the FUDGE did Dick get up on that chandelier?! the kid can truly fly (yeah yeah, the stairs probably lead up to a hallway floor/balcony that Dick leapt off of but still) I wonder how many grey hairs the kid gave Alfred in those first weeks alone
On dark days I like to remember the time bby birb Dick Grayson caved in the Joker’s cheek with a well-placed kick. My nine or ten year old son then proceeded to smash in the Joker’s teeth with a stick a few minutes later and it was amazing
You think I lied?? Nah my son Dick Grayson was cracking teeth and bones and witty puns from Day 1. Go Robin!!!
Okay so just look at this picture. Bby Dick is SO FREAKING TINY!!! also very intense. OMG Batman’s fists are as big as his first son’s head! *cue a very many feels in my heart*
F. Random things I am including because I feel like it, and they all revolve around Dick Grayson mostly because he is my fave so…
1. Apparently some official websites say that Nightwing’s martial arts specialty is Aikido. I do not think that word means what they think it means
2. “I close my eyes now for a few moments and I can see my parents riding the air current with me. Forever young. Forever strong. Their faces wide with excitement, big smiles on their faces, enjoying the adrenaline surge even more than I do. And there is one thing I am sure of … my parents would be proud of my life.” (Nightwing, Nightwing #141, 2008)
[Talking about Blüdhaven] “It’s a hopeless case. A lost cause. A town so mired in corruption and sin that it’s drowning … When Batman sent me here, I thought I’d solve one case and book. But then I realized … if I could make a difference here – well, that’d be something. This filthy old town needs me…. Surrounded by a dozen of my worst enemies. No way out. Nowhere to hide. The little brat was right. I do love it. (Nightwing, Nightwing Secret Files #1, 1999)
4. There once was a dumb writer who thought killing Nightwing for real would be a good idea, and he tried writing toward that end, but everybody else was like hahahaha NO
5. I used to hate when fic writers would shorten Damian’s name to Dami (kind of like how I majorly dislike when people shorten Sirius Black’s name to Siri, he is not an iPhone gosh). But then I read a post on tumblr that said something about Dami actually meaning something in Arabic, something like blood or life-blood or heart blood…I can’t exactly remember what and maybe it isn’t even true but I choose to believe it is and that Dick knows exactly what it means and he calls Damian Dami as a way to show how special he is, how much Dick loves him. Because Damian is his little brother/son and means the absolute world to Dick. And Damian, though he pretends to despise all nicknames, absolutely LOVES that Dick calls him this
Hello! This time is for the PJO au, Has Hades sometime comfort Shiro because Zeus didn't visited him? And in that time Hades kinda of adopt Shiro??
[Voltron PJO AU] Hades materialized in front of Shiro all of a sudden, which startled the son of Zeus causing him to tumble out of the bed, hitting the floor with such grace.
“Oh gods, Lord Hades,” Shiro gasped as he collected himself to face the god of the Underworld. “Keith isn’t here at the moment, I think he’s—”
“I’m not here for Keith,” the god stopped and tilted his head, thinking out loud to himself he added, “Well, I am here on his request, however.”
“Oh,” Shiro blinked. “Um… did I do something wrong? Oh gods, are you mad that we’re together now? Are you mad that I’m a boy? That—”
Hades chuckled. “Mad? I am relieved. Do you have any idea how painful it was to watch the two of you dance around each other for years? The glances, the touches, the pining. I literally had to rant to
Julius Caesar and go ‘Are you seeing this shit?’”
Shiro grinned sheepishly as he stood up and sat down on his bed. “Well, uh, yeah. My bad.”
Hades just smiled at the boy. “May I?” he asked as he pointed at the bed.
“Oh yeah, sure!” Shiro quickly answered, moving a little to his right to give space to his boyfriend’s father. “Are you here to give me the shovel talk that I’ve been kinda dreading?”
Amused by the assumption, Hades chuckled. “Oh I don’t think I need to do that as you already know what I am capable of. However, Keith can literally just kill you if you break his heart.”
Shiro gulped, looking so pale. “Gods, you’re right.”
“But that’s not why I’m here.” Hades hummed. “My son said you’ve been feeling kinda troubled lately and he didn’t know what to do. He looked so stressed, so he told me how worried he was about you.”
Shiro just stared at the god, not knowing what he was talking about.
“I’m talking about Daddy issues, Shirogane,” Hades continued.
“Oh,” Shiro deflated, looking away as he clasped his hands together.
“You know back then I proposed to Keith I should just adopt you, but the boy was so against it.”
“He was?” Shiro frowned.
“He said, and I quote ‘You can’t adopt Shiro, Dad! What if he asks me to marry him? That’ll be so weird! I can’t marry my brother!’” Hades smirked at Shiro who turned all red. “He was only 14 that time.”
“Oh my gods,” Shiro buried his hands in his face, ears reddening.
Hades chuckled softly. “He was quite a bit taken on you at such a young age. First time he’s seen you to be exact. And you can’t deny this to me, but I knew you felt the same way too the first time you saw him.”
“How’d you know?”
“I’m Hades. I know these things,” Hades smiled menacingly. “But enough about my son, and let’s talk about you. I know for a fact you don’t feel the same way as the other campers regarding my frequent visits, however, you do desire one thing that all demigods do.”
Shiro sighed, pulling his legs up closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around it in comfort. “I just… what do I need to do for my Dad to notice me?”
“Oh, he notices you, boy. You have no idea how proud he is whenever I visit Mount Olympus. Always talking about how he has the best son amongst us all. Of course, I disagreed with him because I’m biased with my own son.” Hades smiled and Shiro smiled fondly too, agreeing with the god’s statement. “However, I want you to know that your father is Zeus, god of the gods. He made the rules, so he simply just cannot break them. I can get away with it because I’m Hades and all of them end up in my realm one way or another. Zeus’ position is more complicated.”
“I just, maybe, I don’t know… want to hug him, too, like how you and Keith do?” Shiro caught himself and felt embarrassed. “I’m sorry that was so ridiculous. A demigod wanting to hug Zeus. So stupid and childish.” He forced out a laugh.
“It’s not.” Hades softly said. “You’re not just any demigod. You’re his son and he’s your father. You have the right to desire his hugs. Especially since you’re his son.”
Shiro looked up to Hades and suddenly his eyes started to water. Hades brought his hands up and pulled the boy closer to him. “I’m not Zeus, but for the mean time I’ll be his substitute, just so you know how it feels like to hug one of The Big Three gods.”
Shiro chuckled as he wiped his tears, Hades rubbing his back up and down in a soothing manner.
“I’ll see what I can do about my stubborn brother,” Hades continued. “I’ll make no promises though, so don’t expect too much.”
“Thanks, Lord Hades,” Shiro sniffed, wiping his cheeks.
“Anytime, son-in-law,” Hades smirked as Shiro’s face turned into crimson.
To be honest, the first time Whiskey asked Dex to come over, he really did need help fixing the hot water tank.
The landlord hadn’t gotten around to getting it fixed yet, and Whiskey and his two roommates were forced to suffer through two days of cold showers before Bitty suggested he ask Dex.
He didn’t know Dex too well. They were teammates, sure, but outside of hockey, they didn’t hang out too much. Granted, the semester had just started and he’d only known Dex for a few months.
After Dex had fixed the water tank (it turned out to be an easy fix, it turned out; a valve had come come loose), Whiskey had invited him to stay for a bit after. They had beers on the tiny patio and it, surprisingly, turned into a great conversation between the two of them. Dex did most of the talking which Whiskey was more than okay with. He preferred to listen anyways. Dex had always seemed to intense before, but after that day, Whiskey felt a little more relaxed around him.
It seemed to snowball from there.
Whiskey found himself being so much more aware of Dex. Whenever he was in the room, it was like Whiskey’s attention was magnetically drawn to him. He couldn’t quite explain the feeling, but it was starting to feel a lot like the crush he had on Hayden Radcliffe in the seventh grade.
It was hard to find alone time to hang out with Dex. With a whole hockey team hanging around them and their very different class schedules, their lives didn’t really overlap too much outside of the rink.
Which was why Whiskey had to do some plotting.
He bought a bookcase. He really did need a bookcase because the books he needed for his English classes were quickly piling up, and his poor nightstand looked like it was one paperback away from collapsing. He could have put the bookcase together himself though, but he pretended that he didn’t know how.
“Sure, I can stop by on Saturday,” Dex agreed.
Except, on Saturday, when the doorbell rang, Whiskey found himself staring at Ransom and Holster in his doorway. “Brah, you need a bookcase to put together?”
“Uhhh.” Whiskey’s mind went blank. This wasn’t what he was expecting.
“Dex got busy. The fridge is on the fritz at the Haus, and Bitty’s throwing a fit over his ingredients spoiling, so he’s there trying to fix it,” Ransom explained.
“Oh, right, sure,” Whiskey said, trying not to sound too disappointed.
They did successfully put the bookcase together, for the most part, but only because Whiskey finally picked up the instructions and walked the boys through it step by step.
He tried again when he told Dex that he was having serious concerns with the furnace because he was hearing “noises”.
Dex did come over this time, technically, but he also brought Bitty who had been worried about him. Bitty smothered him in extra blankets and pie. “You should report your landlord. Furnaces are really dangerous if they’re not properly maintained,” Bitty said. “I hope you haven’t been too cold. It’s been so chilly these last few days.”
“I’m fine,” Whiskey said mournfully as he ate his pie.
Finally, Whiskey had to do something drastic.
Climbing under the kitchen sink, he took the wrench and loosened the fastener that held the faucet in place, just enough that it would look like he’d sprung a leak, but not bad enough that it was irreparable. Turning on the tap, water began to spray everywhere. Satisfied with his work, he called Dex.
“I don’t know what happened! Water’s going everywhere!” he explained frantically over the phone.
“I’ll be over in five,” Dex said.
It was supposed to be going really well until the small spray suddenly erupted into a fountain of gushing of water, and Whiskey found himself to be really panicking. He spent several minutes with towels held over the spout to try and slow down the flow.
“Oh, thank god,” he said when the doorbell finally rang.
Dex efficiently shut off the water before fixing the tap. Whiskey had a perfect view of Dex’s ass when he was bent under the sink. When Dex finally got up, Whiskey schooled his features into his best attempt of nonchalance.
“I think one of your roommates is playing a prank on you,” Dex said, wiping his hands.
“There is no way that faucet could have come loose like that without someone fiddling with it.”
Whiskey could feel his face heating up. “Oh,” he managed.
Dex had an unreadable expression on his face for a moment. “Can I have some water? I’m suddenly thirsty.”
“Yeah, of course.” Whiskey reached up into one of the cabinets to grab a glass, and when he turned around, Dex was right behind him. Whiskey squeaked in surprise, but managed to hold onto the glass.
“I hope I’m not reading this wrong,” Dex said, and before Whiskey could process what he meant by that, Dex leaned in and kissed him.
When Dex pulled away, his ears were pink and he looked nervous. Whiskey barely caught his breath, but he wanted more. He pulled Dex back by the collar of his shirt, wrapped his arms around him, and they both forgot about the wet kitchen for a while.
What Carats love about Seventeen: In my aggressively passionate POV
S.coups: Why you have to be GODDAMN made of 100% father material?Like we didn’t ask for a second (or third if you into that shit ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) dad thank you very much sir. Also choke one of the members with your gorgeous muscles again I DARE YOU.
Jeonghan: Standing next to this naturally beautiful lil shit makes me look like a trashcan with legs (not even cute legs T-T). He swindles so flawlessly like boi teach me your ways. ಠ_ಠ So much to the point that I question how many times he got away with it….
Joshua: Why do you have to be so pure and kind? Why has the darkness of the 12 evil boys around you not ruin your purity yet? WHY CAN’T I RUIN YOU! OH SHIT and your rap skills? SLAY THE CHARTS BOOBOO! Like get me some of that “Yo burger king…I’m the rap king….you make my wanna sing” action! Such meaningful lyrics BTW.
Jun: Hey Jun. NoW look here sOn. You can’ be fuckn cute and fukin hotter than a devil’s dick at the same time okay? My heart doesn’t have enough capacity for that BS. Pick one or GTFO (nooo wait stayyy)
Hoshi: Your boi making up dances as he breaths. Yeah I saw those noodle dances created right on the spot. Much impressed aight? BUT stop looking into my soul every time you deliver hip thrusts. I don’t wanna want to at first be looking at your squishy hamster cheeks and THEN BOOM looking at your othersquishy cheeks (if you know what I mean) within a split second. ╚(•⌂•)╝
Wonwoo: Aye someone put some child safety locks on those cheekbones because they are sharp and extremely dangerous. Voice so deep I can fall inside and never GTFout of it. Here. HOW ABOUT I START A PETITION to keep Wonwoo locked up (preferably in MY basement) just to keep carats safe from that beautiful hazard of a man. + Don’t get me started on his dad jokes.
Woozi: talent,TaLenT, TALENT. Your oozing with talent. How can such BOPS come out of your ass in such a short period of time??? I can’t even write a short paragraph due in a week for school like MY GOD, REST and lay down for a bit. (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻
DK: Okay DK you have to calm down with those high notes because you’re making my ears greedy -_-. Trying to listen to songs without your DK charm is hard man. Over here sitting and waiting for “DK’s high note;” like TF if a song aint got it I’m leaving, bye. Why you gotta ruin me like that?ლ(ಠ益ಠლ)
Mingyu: Quit being perfect . Hannah Montana told me that nobody’s perfect and your seriously ruining her song for me. Thanks btw. Cooking, cleaning,styling,sports,eating,breathing,living like WHAT CAN YOU NOT DO? (Other than DROPPING EVERY FUCKING THING that comes in your possession-including a dog that one time) And that slight lisp you have that makes my heart melt? Yeah quit it. I can only take so much cute. >-<
The8: back at it again with thughao. Boi known for going from this: (=^-^=) to this (⌐■_■)=/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿, in the course of 2 comebacks. Bro you gotta stop attempting to speak Korean because your fukn adorable accent is killing me slowly. B-boying skills too on point you gotta sit down and like let ME rest for a second because just watching was tiring T-T; but knowing you: you’d just keep going. BTW I’m gonna steal your earrings. (>’-’)> WATCH ME.
Seungkwan: Beyonce who? Mariah Carey WHO? Nah bitch it DIVABOO. And I though I knew what sass was! Seungkwan, babe you gotta stop being so lovable and energetic. Like I don’t come over to seventeen videos to be attacked by light in the form of a 5′9, squishy, 19 year old Korean man with the last name BOO. (And a first name I STRUGGLED to spell for the first MONTH of stanning these lil shits. ( ._.)
Vernon: Don’t even get me started on Vernon………..NO, I’ll get myself started! Okay Vernon chill with your facial structure and expression. Like. I didn’t ask to be blinded by chiseled perfection okay? And why you gotta be so fkn WOKE™ ? How can you see everything in such a positive light? How does one be so free spirited and open minded. How does one retain so much passion without bursting into little unicorn happy bits? Like seriously;The world is shit: ACT LIKE IT. (/ﾟДﾟ)/
Dino: Stop trying harder than me dammit! ( ಥـْـِـِـِـْಥ) I can’t keep being one uped by you, Makne Dino. It’s like a constant game of “Everything you can do I can do better” Like God damn, I can breath you can breath better! I can kinda danc-wait no i can’t; BUT YOU CAN. I can kinda si-wait no I can’t; BUT YOU CAN. I can kinda appreciate my exis-wait no I can’t. bUt YoU CAn! Ugh! Stop being so multi-talented it’s make me sick!
(AN: The rough first chapter of the person of interest space western au that no one asked for. Rough because I haven’t fully finished world building stuff and won’t until I finish STC. It’s a bit long for tumblr but I didn’t want to move it over to ao3 just yet. The hub planets, if I ever write that far, will be more cyberpunk-y thus the neon in the title. Final rating unknown as of yet.)
Shaw looked around
the table over the top of her cards. “You boys sure about that?”
The sound of a ship
passing overhead roared through the bar and the entire building shook
slightly, bottles rattling on shelves. Sounded like a freighter to
her, probably headed towards the nearest terminal to blink the hell
away from this dusty hellhole on the outskirts of nowhere.
“I said call, you
damned cyborg.” The big guy across the table from her had been
getting angrier and mouthier over the last few rounds as the little
blue numbers on the credits bar in front of Shaw had ticked steadily
Shaw almost rolled
her eyes at the insult; she was pretty sure he didn’t actually know
about her arm. She dropped her cards on the table. “Read em and
She heard quiet
mutters throughout the bar as everyone took in her cards.
cheating.” The man on her left stood up and leaned on his fist on
the table, trying to tower over her.
just got shit luck.” Shaw slouched further in her chair, the
smallest of smiles playing around her lips. It was really too damn
hot for the fight that was inevitably going to break out. Despite the
fans turning lazily on the ceiling, there wasn’t even the semblance
of a breeze in the dark bar.
“Well, your luck
just ran out.”
The man reached
behind himself, presumably for his gun, but Shaw didn’t wait to know
for sure. Her left arm shot out under the table and clamped onto his
upper leg, squeezing hard enough that she felt something snap. He
screamed incoherently, and collapsed to the floor.
There was a long
moment of silence and then the other two men at the table both jumped
up, reaching for their guns. Shaw finally did roll her eyes and
kicked the table over at them. She used the time it took them to
recover to unfold herself from her chair and stand up, rolling her
shoulders back and cracking her knuckles. The knuckles on her right
Her left arm,
hidden beneath her long coat and a very special glove a friend had
gotten for her, was a bit…different. She’d have to pull her
punches a little in this place or someone would catch on. (The man
whose leg she had just pulverized could be a problem, but it had been
so worth it).
Or maybe she could
take them all on with only her right arm. Sounded like a good
challenge. She wasn’t carrying any weapons today, didn’t want to
give the local Samaritan Enforcement officers any reason to take a
shot at her.
In her peripheral
vision she saw five or six other people from the bar slowly moving
Looked like it was
going to be a fun assignment after all.
When the local
Enforcement officers got to the scene five minutes later, Shaw was
the only one left standing. Mostly standing. One of her new friends
had smashed a bottle on her leg and done a bit of damage, but nothing
“Empty your hands
and turn around!”
Shaw sighed and
dropped the man she’d been holding by the throat. She turned around
slowly and raised her hands.
“Don’t want any
trouble, gentlemen.” She tried to look harmless, though she was
aware that given the large number of injured, groaning bodies around
her it was probably a tough sell. But pummeling Enforcement agents
was not on today’s agenda so she needed to play along. These guys
were pretty pathetic as Enforcement agents went, the bottom of the
barrel, but they still technically reported in to Samaritan and that
meant not causing a scene.
Well, more of a
She should have
gotten out of here sooner, but it was too late to regret that.
snapped the leader of the squad. “And don’t try anything or we’ll
of it, officer.”
Reese was going to
have a hissy fit when he bailed her out.
stood up when the Enforcement officer approached the cell door.
He looked at her
and sneered. “Oh, you’re not getting out. We’ve just got some
company for you.”
came down the hall, shoving a woman in front of him.
“Oh, hell no.”
Shaw stalked over to the bars. “You are not putting her in
here with me.”
“You two know
Shaw glared at the
other woman, took in the mischievous look in her eyes and the
shit-eating grin on her face.
“I know her
“I thought I was
your type, sweetie.”
Shaw was tempted to
give herself away and just punch straight through the bars and knock
the woman’s teeth in. Instead, she fumed quietly and made herself
step back so they could open the door.
The first officer
shoved her new companion into the cell and slammed the gate behind
her. Both men turned to leave.
forgetting something?” the woman called after them, holding up her
“Those stay on,”
the first officer said. “We don’t want any repeats of what happened
earlier.” Both officers disappeared through the metal door at the
end of the hall.
“Well, I can’t
say much for the hospitality here, but at least the company is
Shaw made a
disgusted noise. “Why the hell are you here, Root?”
experimentally on the metal cuffs. “I got arrested, obviously.”
“Yeah, I don’t
buy that for even a second.”
Root only smiled
and waltzed past her to perch daintily on the edge of the bench that
ran along the back wall of the small holding cell.
Prompt: teen!lock au; M thinks shes crushing on JW and after failing to catch his attention (for JW likes gutsy, outgoing, confident, poised girls which M is certainly not) M decides reluctantly but out of desperation to ask J's best friend SH (who she hates on principle for being a cold asshole) to help her become J's dream girl. SH seeing the childish overly cheery lost cause before him agrees with a sneer (not one to back down from s challenge). But the more he helps her with her 1/2
2/2 Metamorphosis the more he realizes he actually likes the cheerily childish but full of fun and love girl, while Molly discovers that the cold asshole isn’t so cold after all but can be quite sweet and funny. And they actually have a lot of shared interests. Can end up with M/J (failed awkward) date as J finally sees M but M already pining for S who is in a jealous and depressed fit as the date take place. In the end M and S end up together :)
This 2 part prompt is pretty complex for a mini fic prompt. So I hope you don’t mind, anon, that I cut it up and tweaked it quite a bit. In general I’d say I’m going for more of what the second half of the prompt outlines. The settup is teen!lock, and it’s right before uni time for all of them. And Sherlock and John have a flat together…basically because it just helps the plot lol. Enjoy! ;D
“Look, all I’m asking is that you try to be civil,” John said to his best friend while buttoning his shirt and checking his hair in the mirror. “Honestly, I think you’ll like her. She’s…well, I think she’s probably the first girl in a long time that I really genuinely have a lot in common with. She wants to be be a doctor as well!” John was trying his best to make her sound thrilling. “And besides that, she’s adorable and sweet and just…well, she’s just really nice.”
“I can hardly wait,” was the only response Sherlock offered, still focused on the contents of the dish he was holding.
John rolled his eyes at Sherlock’s sarcastic words. “Listen, if you don’t want to bother with her then just go to your room and keep to yourself so I can at least enjoy her company. And I’m not sure if we’re getting take away or eating at a restaurant, but either way I can get you something.”
Sherlock shrugged. “Not hungry.”
A knock at the door made John rush to answer with one more warning glance at his friend.
“Molly, hi!” John greeted warmly. “Take you coat?”
Okay, so this is my very last-minute gift for @nakasomethingkun through @aftgexchange. So, I meant there to be stuff related to the 4th of July and to Andreil reuniting during their long-distance relationship, and this… sort of has that stuff. Anyways, it might not be exactly what I meant it to be, but I kind of like it, so hopefully you will, too?
Neil Josten didn’t pay much attention to birthdays. He willfully ignored his own, did little more than slide a phone to Andrew on his, and in that tradition, America’s birthday was hardly a blip on Neil’s radar.
Other people turned the Fourth of July into an entire spectacle party. Other people woke up early, spent hours in the car, and made their way to a beach or a backyard. They made small talk with people they would have avoided otherwise; they drank more than they would have otherwise; they ate food they wouldn’t have otherwise. Other people turned a regular day into something else, like it was so unique that this country had come to be.