strut the streets

Sure, Jay has taser titties, blades that shoot out from his forearms like wings, excellent marksman skills with an arsenal of weapons, training from batman himself, and the whole “I-died-but-now-I’m-back-to-fuck-some-shit-up-because-I-didn’t-even-want-to-be-back-here” factor, but I still imagine him strutting down Gotham’s streets to “Holla Back Girl.“

Jason & a Dog

Literally no one requested this

-Everyone says if Jason had a dog it’d be a German Shepard…but give me Jason with a little yappy ass Yorkie with a cutesy name.

-“Petunia stop eating my shoes!”

-“We need to teach you how to defend the house.”

-The dog is like barely 12 pounds.

-Spoiled as HELL

-Starts off sleeping in a cage/kennel but somehowwwww ends up sleeping with daddy every night.

-He snuggles her like an actual baby.

-Okay but also give me Jason pushing his little Yorkie in one of those dog strollers or walking her with bows in her hair and strutting down the street.

-She begs when he eats food and although he scolds her for giving him those puppy dog eyes he tends to still feed her.

-my aesthetic: 4:30 am on a Wednesday, Golden Girls rerun on tv, Jason in sweatpants looking like the zombie he is, Petunia laying on his lap while they share some Cool Ranch Doritos.

-She also MAKES him take her on a walk every day.

-Right around 3 o’clock she’ll find him if she wasn’t near him to begin with and nudge his hands/legs/face until he tells her no or yes.

-Buys her the most Extra stuff, like the steps so she can get up on the bed and ohmygod the ribbons/sweaters this dog has is RIDICULOUS.

-It’s just because when’s he’s out shopping he’s most likely thinking of her so he buys her something really cute while wandering down the pet aisles.

-She has a canopy bed in Jason’s room at the manor(but she never uses it)

-She gets jealous af of ANYONE that shows affection towards Jason.

-Roy is on her shit list because he hugged Jason once.

-She always barks at Damian and of course Damian is TORN bc the animal doesn’t like him

-”That’s right, bark at the demon child, good girl Petunia”

I’m gonna make it sad:

-The little pupper would sense when he’s getting down.

-THE WHINES SHE’D MAKE WHEN JASON TRIES TO PUSH HER AWAY WHILE HE’S DEPRESSED.

-His 12 pound dog drags him a blanket when he gets so bad he curls up in the corner.

-Pupper would nuzzle him until he’s forced to focus on her instead of his mind.

my favourite thing about TVD is Nina’s acting. it’s like Katherine and Elena are played by two different people. and not just the obvious evil slut/virgin saint difference, but every little thing in the characters, even the way she stands or walks. like, Elena is just walking carefully, blending into the background, but Katherine is fucking strutting down the street like she owns the whole fucking planet (she should tbh).
and those scenes when Katherine is pretending to be Elena, Nina changes between the characters like she’s turning a switch. it’s just so amazing. I was watching it for five seasons and I was just as amazed watching the finale as I was the first time.

I know a lot of people didn’t like her acting with Ian in the finale. I can’t say anything about that since I haven’t seen it, but as Katherine, and Elena, and Katherine as Elena, she was fucking awesome.

this might be cliché bc i sort of based this PLOT idea off of gossip girl, the bling ring, and the song ‘children of the bad revolution’ by lana del rey; but i want a bunch “bad” rich kids who run in a their tight-knit pack and all come from wealthy families, but their families all came into their money different ways and all handle it very differently. like one family married into their wealth, while others have been rich their whole lives, where one has to work for it, but they all are still very loyal to everyone in their little group but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t hella angst !! because they party all the time and all of their relationships are probably blurring at the edges because who is really just friends ?? and who are really lovers on the low ?? i need them taking selfies and updating their instagram feeds and then maybe doing designer drugs and linking arms and strutting down the streets of nyc probably in their nicest outfits !! and fights over stupid stuff that isn’t going to matter in three days and coming out on the other side a little bit more fucked up than you started but hey, that’s life !! and as long as they feel free at the end of the day and still have their trust funds, what else is there to complain about ?? e v e r y t h i n g, it turns out. bonus points if it’s a multi-muse group bc i want sibling ships/romantic ships/frenemies !!

teddy lupin wearing rumpled band shirts beneath unbuttoned checked shirts with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows

teddy lupin with  a moon tattoo on his neck that changes with the lunar cycle

teddy lupin with an undercut

teddy lupin with blue hair that changes shade every so often

teddy lupin in old, battered converses that he can never be bothered to lace properly

teddy lupin who trips over his own feet and always seems to end up on his arse in front of people he finds attractive

teddy lupin finding nearly everyone attractive

teddy lupin snogging boys and girls

teddy lupin dating boys and girls

teddy lupin getting into trouble for painting flash murals in public

teddy lupin walking along with headphones around his neck

teddy lupin with his hands stuck deep in his pockets

teddy lupin in skinny jeans which hang low on his hips

teddy lupin who acts really punk but still sleeps with a light on and drinks hot milk and does all the washing up

teddy lupin with a satchel covered in muggle and wizard badges

teddy lupin with four piercings

teddy lupin who is taller than his grandmother and always ruffles her hair

teddy lupin with lanky limbs he can’t always control properly

teddy lupin with corded muscle and v lines

teddy lupin with stubble he never lets get too out of control

teddy lupin who’s favourite past time is snogging victoire

teddy lupin who’s dopey grin doesn’t match his punk attitude

teddy lupin crying at books

teddy lupin who gives tight hugs that last longer than they should

teddy lupin cuddling anything within a metre range when he’s asleep

teddy lupin losing his hands in big, woolen jumpers

teddy lupin strutting down the street in a leather jacket and skinny jeans

teddy lupin with a devilish smirk on his face

teddy lupin falling down the stairs

teddy lupin with animated sleeve tattoos

teddy lupin being a clusmy, punk, hot, smartass, dopey shit since the day he was born

I hope i’m never stuck with you on a deserted island

Request: hi, do you think you would be able to do #79 from the drabble list with tom..?

Summary: You and Tom aren’t necessarily too keen about one another. But one night after hanging out with friends, something completely weird occurs.

Originally posted by fuckyeahtonystark

A night brimmed with smiles, laughs and drinks was diminishing to a close, as your friends traipsed along the cracked sidewalk in the cool night. You were walking one another home from your biblical night out. Three of you remained, Tom, Y/f/n, and yourself. 

You listened in to the conversation, y/f/n and Tom were having. Ever since you and Tom were introduced, he paid no effort in trying to befriend you or even attempt to be nice to you. So in return, you neglected his existence. Through out the evening, you shot brief glances his way, and caught him studying you before giving a subtle glare and looking away. 

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◠ the tulip dress ◡

Originally posted by visual-17

a/n: thank u bun!! this is such an ancient request asxnajis imma try to get better at writing them pls pray for me. also when will svt do an angsty concept its so hard finding gifs tht fit;;

» word count: 1,264

» includes: angst + minor drinking + minor fluff


The sole thing Soonyoung could remember from that day was screaming. Well, it was the most apparent thing he could remember, the thing most precedent in his mind as he sat slouched over his drink at the bar. There were little things he could remember too, like how tight his fists were clenched when you slapped the vase of flowers off the dinner table, leaving faded yellow tulips to solemnly decorate the floorboards.

Soonyoung still felt his lips tingle with the curses he spat. The words were ringed with such venom and potent misery that clear droplets began spilling from your eyes, rolling to your chin so they could glisten for just one more second before falling. You were screaming at each other from opposite sides of the dinner table, faces leaning in closer and closer until you both hissed the fatal bullet, let’s break up.

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Shiver Shock

The sky - grey -
White with sun
Shaking, fleshy through

A scandalous yellow nude
Strutting down my street
Everything I want
Slung careless on her shoulder

What we lost drips down
Between her tan suctioned legs
Trite downy-moss hangs like scabs
Our long left love flung
To the other side
It peeks from her backpack
Strapped to her brawn-naked back

The bully bitch stuffs my lungs
With these torrid tears
But I’m not done with her yet
Not yet, I
Stand still I I I left you

@katrinnac

martinvalley  asked:

Why do Muslim women have to cover and not men?

As Salamu Alaikum, Sister ♥

Men have to cover too.
It is from just under their chest over their belly button, and down to their knees.
They also have prescribed dress, such as that their trousers should not be over their ankles, they should grow a slight beard, they are not allowed to wear the colours red and yellow, and cannot adorn themselves with gold or silk (amongst other things).

Men are less inclined in this age to act out their prescribed dress, as a lot of the focus is on the woman’s hijab for some strange reason, but they are just as guilty if they do not wear the prescribed dress, as a woman who is faltering in her dress as well.

Islam protects a woman’s modesty with Hijab, and forces the man to look at her inwardly at her religion, personality, intelligence, emotions and her soul; rather than just look at her body like a material object. Hijab overrules any notion that a man can use a woman who wears Hijab in prostitution or in any degrading manner.

(https://www.rainn.org/statistics/victims-sexual-violence)

Unfortunately, the statistics speak: women are much more likely to be sexually objectified and abused over men. Allah SWT gives us the Hijab to protect us from the evils of men. 

Biology speaks bounds too, woman are far more alluring to men and are also physically weaker (yet linguistically stronger). It is far more difficult for a woman who does not know any self-defense or is not physically strong, to push a physically aggressive man into submission.

This is why there is Hijab.

We can all complain because it destroys our sense of Western fashion and ego feed, but Hijab speaks for the girls who wished they were not raped at a club because they were dressed too provocatively. It speaks for the girls who were used and dumped, because the man she thought loved her, only loved her because of her beauty, and when the next more beautiful girl came, left her heart-broken and used. Hijab speaks for the intelligent girls, the ones who wish their minds and inner-beauty would outshine their outer beauty.

Yes, when you wear Hijab a lot less men will look at you in sexual ways when you walk on the street.
But is that all one wishes to degrade themselves too? A piece of meat?

Do they know your name? You accomplishments? Or only your body… That won’t distinguish you, everyone walking on Earth has some sort of body.

The man who looks at all women like a sexual object, could look at you like one. Would you on the street, then mistake it for true admiration? A special shoutout only to you and not anyone else? A man like this could do damage to an innocent woman’s heart, and stories of such happenings are not fables (not all men are like this though - there are evil women as there are evil men).

There is also hostile and scary facts such as the evil-eye; envy and jealousy.

When people see a girl strutting herself on the street and start to feel as if they are not as beautiful, or their daughter or wife (for example) isn’t so beautiful etc.. they could cast evil-eye onto her (bad dua from the heart out of envy), and if that girl is not protected (Du’as, Hijab, Salah etc) it, La Samah Allah, it could affect her.

“And from the evil of the envier when he envies.”
Quran (113:5)

Hijab is beyond the ego. It is a high-status garb.

Only the strong and mature, the wise who understand their role and protection with and from Allah SWT and their meaning in life, will literally fight their nafs to wear the Hijab.

It is a crown, and it takes hard work and a fighting strength (to defeat our inner demons) to be a queen ♥

Please read the following blog post for more information:
http://islam-for-girls.tumblr.com/post/123625392540/islam-brings-elevation-to-the-status-of-women

Please also read point 5 in the following blog post for more information:
http://islam-for-girls.tumblr.com/post/161050986325/basics-of-understanding-islam

In shaa Allah I have answered your question ♥ Ameen

taythousand16

okay how about this…..what about the GOOD outfits from 2016, huh? there were A LOT of those! like of course there are two sides on the whole “rebellious bleachella phase” but there were high points too it like this courageous look

now as a person who normally isnt a fan of any sort of animal print (it’s tacky and i really wish people would stop trying to make it a thing) she hella pulled this off and the red lipstick capped it off with the poppin’ hair. you gotta admit, she did that.

she also worked the bleachella well with other looks like this one that was nice and simple. always love her open back shiiizzzzzzz

but with bleachella she also pulled off one of my fave looks and personas and that’s Boyfriend Taylor….yes bitch she came out to play and it was beautiful

she really killed it with the ripped jeans and it’s simple as hell but how can you not love when she rocks things that are actual like attainable looks? like these ripped jeans too

and even this Boyfriend Taylor look. like im not even sure if it’s from 2016 but it deserves recognition because….well……bruh

IT. WAS. A. LOOK.

and everybody has a soft spot for taylor in workout clothes or taylor in a beanie so dont try to act like this didnt happen either

THEY’RE ALL SO CASUAL AND EASY BUT SHE MAKES THEM LOOK AMAZING! let’s not forget about her simple denim overalls either!

like y’all she truly honestly looked like a normal human being in that white long sleeve. but there were other times when Cut Throat Taylor came out to play and you couldnt deny she looked hot af. anybody remember Meredith from the Parent Trap?

and how she did all white just as easily as she did all black in heels higher than Wiz Khalifa

gaaaaaawd the all black during this week was such a fucking time like remember the unveiling of the choker phase??????……set me on fire.

she even killed the all black when she had that stacked up girls night out…..you know the one…..the transparent top one

like okay fuck it up i guess. she had some great night life looks too like let’s not forget when everyone suddenly remembered she had karlie in her life and taylor was stomping around nyc lookin like a slut for The Tall and The Fall.

but you cant get stuck on poppin’ bright looks like this though and expect them to be what she sticks with because then she snaps your neck with shit like innocent sweet baby

and even more innocent sweet baby

and of course she like easily dives into her natural instinct aka La Prep with her gentle housewife looks like when she was on tour and no, not the tour youre thinking about

you gotta admit that yellow dress with the blue shoes was one for the books fam. she strutted through the streets of rome just as easily as she strutted onto the Vanity Fair red carpet with The Look….and im truly disappointed it’s been forgotten so easily

and remember the flash tat stunt she pulled at Drake’s function?

THESE. ARE. THE. LOOKS. WE. CAME. FOR.

and because this girl works out just as much as she works my nerves, please enjoy my fave simple gym looks because she demolished those too

PLEASE DONT FORGET SHE ALSO SHOWED HER FOREHEAD LOVE TOO

and i had to save these for last because they were my fave date looks from a time we shall not speak of (mostly because i would like to hang onto the bit of sanity i have left)

cant forget when she didnt have on so much clothing too

Originally posted by johnreads

Ephemeral [2]

(adj.) - lasting a very short time; short lived

Member: Namjoon

Genre: Angst, some sort au that is tbd (i think i’ll keep it a secret for now), romance(?)

Words: 1.6k

Summary: There is a man in your dreams. You don’t know what he looks like or what his name is - you only know the sound of his voice. His voice. His voice follows you where ever you go. These dreams are your only source to see him, yet these dreams feel so real.

A/N: Part 2 going strong :) I also created a little something for the future so stay tuned :) Enjoy Xx 

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Originally posted by nelliel66

“Where did you go?” Aeri whispers in your ear as you take your seat next to her.

“Just to the washroom. The wind messed my hair up a bit. Is it starting soon?” You mentally pat yourself on the back for the subtle change in topic.

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Your Wedding with Michael


“Y/N stop, where are you going?” Michael called as he watched you strut down the dark street with no intentions of stopping. He sighed, following you at a leisurely pace, knowing you’d have to stop eventually.

Their words were ringing over and over in your ear, “You’re just kids,” “You’re too young to get married,” and “You’re making a big mistake,” among some of the things they said when you and Michael had told them the news. You stopped suddenly, the words consuming you to the point where you gasped for breathe. You leaned against a building as your body began to shake but Michael got to you then, not saying anything but pulling you into his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder as he felt your breathing become steady against him.

“You know, maybe they’re right. We’re making a big mistake.” Your words cut through the air like a sharp knife. Your voice was strained and monotone as you repeated what they’d said.

“Fuck them Y/N.”

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Unanswered Questions

Characters: Gabriel x Reader kinda

Summary: Gabriel is stuck up a tree.  How did he get there?  How will he get down?  Why are the police after him? What is he wearing?  

Word Count: 1373 words

Prompt: I want to see you try to talk your way out of this one.”

A/N: So this is for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch  and their amazing crackfic challenge.  It’s also kinda for my fellow Mitten @thewhiterabbit42 because it’s her fault I had this image in my head.  

Gabriel had been sitting there for forty minutes now and his ass was beginning to go numb.  This was absolutely not going to plan and he was running out of options.  Swinging his legs lightly he surveyed the drop once more on the off chance the ground had mysteriously got closer since the last time he looked.  Sitting at the base of the tree was that damned cat watching him somewhat smugly. “This is your fault fleabag. Consider yourself lucky I’ve lost my mojo or you would be in a world of pain right now.” He frowned.  This whole human thing was really not as easy as he had hoped, they were so damned breakable.  Sliding his phone out of his pocket he flicked through his limited contacts wondering which would be the least humiliating to call and help him out of this situation.  Cas? He wasn’t sure if he could put up with the endless questions.  “Why are you sat in a tree brother?”, “Why are you dressed like that?”, “What cat? I can’t see a cat Gabriel.”.  No, not Cas.  Dean?  Oh hells no. That wasn’t even an option.  His thumb lingered over your number for a moment but then explaining the outfit would mean explaining he had caught feelings and he really wasn’t ready for that rejection, especially while stuck up a tree.  The longer he sat here the greater the chance he would get caught so he took a deep breath and called the last option.  “Sam. I need your help.”

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On this day in music history: June 17, 1978 - “Shadow Dancing” by Andy Gibb hits #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 for 7 weeks, also peaking at #11 on the R&B singles chart on July 15, 1978. Written by Barry, Robin, Maurice and Andy Gibb, it is the third consecutive chart topper for the singer and songwriter from The Isle Of Man, UK. While his debut single “I Just Want To Be Your Everything” and the accompanying album “Flowing Rivers” are steadily climbing the charts in the US and abroad, singer Andy Gibb, with the assistance of his older brothers the Bee Gees begin work on his second album. All four brothers collaborate on “Shadow Dancing” while the Bee Gees are filming “Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band in L.A. in mid 1977. Recording begins at Wally Heider Studios in Los Angeles, CA, with overdubs and final mixing completed at Criteria Studios in Miami, FL. Released as a single in April 1978, it becomes another smash for the youngest Gibb brother. Entering the Hot 100 at #69 on April 15, 1978, it climbs to the top of the chart nine weeks later. At only twenty years old, Andy Gibb becomes the first solo artist in history to have his first three singles reach number one in the US, achieving this feat in just eleven months. The song is ranked the top single of 1978 by Billboard Magazine. "Shadow Dancing” is later used on the long running animated series “South Park”, in the episode “Tom’s Rhinoplasty” originally airing on February 11, 1998. The song humorously underscores a scene where the boys teacher Mr. Garrison is strutting down the street after having cosmetic surgery, that makes him look like actor David Hasselhoff. “Shadow Dancing” is certified Platinum in the US by the RIAA.

Reasons Why Donnie RULES OOTS:
  • WHEW, lucky Don was on hand to catch Leo - one-armed - and let him just dangle there while the others bicker.  It’s time to go? That’s okay, he’ll just throw his bro into the air. One-armed. Nonchalant badass.
  • “Doitdoitdoit, won’t stop until you do it!” - I think we just had a snapshot into Raph and Don’s relationship growing up. And it’s ADORABLE. <3
  • “I say go, you say Knicks!” - why is it when Donnie leads the cheer I can’t stop myself following?
  • That wiggly little dance of glee he does when they score a goal.
  • Why does he carry around a peashooter? Not just any peashooter, the world’s fanciest peashooter. What’s that about? Why does it need a telescopic sight? Just because he can? Just for giggles? Or was that one of his first inventions, created primarily to torment the hell out of Raph and Mike??? MYSTERIES.
  • Casually tasing Mikey without even looking. More nonchalant badassery.
  • Fanboying over Baxter Stockman. <3
  • But he doesn’t even question April’s claims. He completely trusts her.
  • omg he’s programmed that fucking watch to display his own smiling cartoonified-face when a task is completed ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh his attention to detail is OFF THE HOOK.
  • Speaking of: that fucking battletruck! 
  • That fucking battletruck and yet all he can do is apologise for all the little things he hasn’t finished yet. “When it’s done it’s gonna be amazing!” Donnie you are too cute. You are too precious. You are too adorable. Your fucking battletruck is already amazing and everyone is in awe of you and yet you won’t be happy until you’re sure the job is done. YOU’RE amazing.  DON’T ARGUE. SHUT UP. YOU ARE.
  • Because he’s thoughtfully equipped the rear of that truck with punching bags. He knows exactly what Raph is like and exactly how impossible he’d be to travel with. He thinks of everything. He really is “The Brains”.
  • “Big-ass magnet”. One of only two characters who cuss in this movie. That nonchalant badass.
  • “Appears to be some sort of residue from a teleportation event”. Donnie how exactly is it that you have words for EVERYTHING? 
  • OMG THAT TONGUE THING WHEN APRIL ASKS FOR SOMETHING TO GET DATA FROM BAXTER THAT’S MAYBE THE CUTEST THING DONNIE’S EVER DONE IN A VERY LONG LIST OF VERY CUTE THINGS.
  • “We’re training” *lobs ball* “…sort of” AND THAT GRIN AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH STOP BEING SO FREAKING CUTE I’M GONNA BARF PUPPIES
  • Oh, Mikey’s gonna do an intro reel is he? Okay then, Donnie’s just gonna roll with that. He doesn’t even hesitate, he just plays along! He might be quiet, and studious, and cerebral, but make no mistake, Donnie definitely has a unique flamboyant edge to his personality. Donnie is the most fun, next to Mikey.
  • He tracks Bebop and Rocksteady via “isotopic signatures” HOW I DON’T EVEN KNOW BUT HE DOES IT AND IT WORKS.
  • Then he spends his spare time between hunting crooks and dinner to whip up a whole batch of retromutagen. Okay Donnie, this prodigy thing is getting kinda old, take it down a notch willya.
    Kidding! Do it some more!
  • Hyper-excited Donnie practically hyperventilating as he so-carefully speed walks to Leo: “Leo! Leo! Oh my gosh oh my gosh this amazing!”
  • oh MY GOD the LOOK on his face when Leo shuts him down. The way he bows his head. How he dutifully, obediently responds with perfect logic and rationale to bolster Leo’s position, yet he cannot disguise the utter heartbreak and devastation he’s feeling. This is one of the finest moments in the movie, every gesture and expression and vocal intonation is absolutely perfect and there are galaxies of unbearable emotion in those eyes that leave us all aching and anguished for the generous, loyal, completely self-sacrificing turtle that is the one and only Donatello.
  • He does NOT LIKE that Leo asks him to keep it a secret from Raph and Mikey, he does not like it ONE BIT. But for Leo, he will.
  • “Sorry guys”. I just love that he acknowledges the unfairness of it all to the others.
  • Did he really blind Leo by accident or was that a little pass-agg retaliation cos Leo harshed his buzz about being in the museum? You really can’t tell, and that makes it even more awesome. 
  • Baffling Leo with geek speak. Love. It.
  • Just tasing a couple of cops, nbd. 
  • He bows his head when Raph yells at him about lying to his family, but he does not snitch on Leo, all the same.  You just know Donnie is feeling hella guilty anyway - he never wanted to keep it from them. He’s ashamed and heartsick. But he won’t snitch.
  • “You know the plan.” And then he jumps. He just steps up to the door, and jumps. Without a parachute. Like it’s no big thing. Like he’s just popping up the corner shop for a carton of milk. Donnie is possibly the biggest badass on the team? Eat yer heart out, Raph. 
  • Look at that smug bastard just casually plummeting through the air, swinging around the plane and landing perfectly. Like a badass. A nonchalant badass.
  • “Don’t worry, guys, I’ll level out the plane.” Yeah, nothing to worry about guys! The cockpit is blasted to shreds and the joystick just popped out, but don’t worry! Donnie’s got it all under control!
  • … uhhhhh… and it works! Holy shit, Donnie lands that fucking plane pretty goddamn well considering it’s basically just twisted sheets of metal at that point. Look, there’s no denying it anymore, Donnie is the freaking hero of this movie. And some.
  • “How could you??” The tone of voice says it all: “DO NOT BE A JERK TO MIKEY!!!!!!!”
  • “And boatloads of heart!” You can hear the genuine love and appreciation in his voice so hard I just got goosebumps from thinking about it!
  • Just casually strutting down the street with his super high-tech holograph computer display he whipped up one morning after breakfast from a coffee can and a lava lamp. nbd.
  • And there he goes, just leaping onto the edge of a strut at the top of the Chrysler. It’s how he doesn’t even seem to think about any of this deep-level badassery that makes it just so… badass.
  • I could die for the way he pep talks himself as he does all his sciency-computery stuff. (。♥‿♥。)
  • Oh don’t mind him, he’ll just casually hack the technodrome then casually leap right through the air to just casually stab Krang right through the droid with his freakin’ bo. H E R O.
  • As the technodrome disassembles, in that moment of joy and triumph, he reaches for his bros, seeking their touch, their closeness. <3
  • That humble, sweet, thrilled grin when he’s given his key. DONNNIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE why do you have to do this to me, I’ve got cavities.
  • Jumping for joy up the top of Liberty cos all the nonchalant badassery is taken care of for now and it’s time to be the adorable goof we all know and love so much. <3 <3 <3
  • For real though, Donnie gets shit DONE in this movie. SO MUCH SHIT GETS DONE BY THE HAND OF DONNIE. He out-brains, out-manouevers, out-techs, out-cutes and out-badasses literally everyone else in the whole goddamn movie and he’s still too freakin’ humble to even call attention to it even though he COULD and everyone else would be forced to recognise! But nah, Donnie will go on quietly over-achieving and knowing April is always gonna call because, let’s face it, who else is she gonna call? It’s not like Leo can hack the technodrome, track an isotopic signature, engineer a retromutagen, taser some cops, jump out of a plane without a chute, land a plane using only his bo and a whole lotta gumption AND put together an incredible battletruck whilst also being a muscular, agile, ninjitsu-fighting badass who delivers the final blow to Krang and protects his little bro at every turn, can he? Yeah, nah. DONNIE IS KING.
Everything Can Change

ff.net link | ao3 link

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Pairing: R27

Warning: None

Author’s Note: Finally starting on the prompts I own people back in December. Ahaha. 

For SilvCyanide

Can I get a Demon!R27? Doesn’t matter what kind of demon Reborn is and it would be really interesting if it was a summoner/summon sort of relationship between Tsuna and Reborn (as in Tsuna is this squishy cinnamon roll that is too cute and Reborn is the big bad demon who just so happens to be contracted to him and wants to gobble him up) but it’s not necessary. That’s it actually, would be nice if you could write something like that. The plot is completely up to you since I don’t really know where I would want such a story to go .

Summary:  Mochida hadn’t been back to Namimori in years. As a successful paladin, he was returning home as a champion, when he ran into a childhood classmate: a failure of a summoner, one Sawada Tsunayoshi. Demon&Summoner!R27 AU


Smug and proud, Mochida strut down the streets of Namimori. It had been years since he had returned to his childhood village. He had left, seeking adventure like other youths and grew into his magical powers. A powerful paladin in his own right, Mochida held several successful hunts of monsters and demons under his belt.

He was heading to his favorite inn, Takesushi, when someone ran into him.

Being a large built, Mochida simply stumbled. The same could not have been said for the person who ran into him and was knocked down.

“Watch where you’re going!” Mochida snapped.

“S-sorry,” the person stammered.

Wait. Mochida knew that stammer. Looking down a young man with fluffy brown hair and wide brown eyes stared up at him.

“Dame-Tsuna?”

“Mochida-senpai,” Tsuna said, eyes widening.

Mochida remembered Sawada Tsunayoshi well. He was a pathetic boy, always cowering and afraid of everything. His summoning magic was weak, unable to summon beyond weak fire demons. Small. Weak. Frail.

“Still a weak coward, aren’t you, Dame-Tsuna?” Mochida sneered.

Mochida didn’t even notice that nearly every bystander grew silent and quickly fled the scene.

As predicted, Tsuna flinched and hunched into himself.

“You were always a failure. You couldn’t even properly summon a demon to contract with as a kid,” Mochida continued. “Even if you could, who would want you? A failure to summoners everywhere.”

“Would you care to repeat that?” a deep and dark baritone tone of voice purred.

Mochida spun around just as a hand wrapped around his neck, hoisting him into the air. Pitch black eyes stared up at him and sharp claws threatened to pierce the venerable flesh of Mochida’s neck. A pair of thick black horns curved elegantly from the black hair. Mochida chocked, struggling to break free.

A demon.

A very strong one too.

Mochida reached for his sword, handing from his belt. It was uselessly smacked away.

“I do not like the way you speaking to my summoner,” the demon hissed.

Shit. Dame-Tsuna actually managed to contract a demon? An actual strong demon?

“Reborn,” Tsuna scolded gently. “Let him go.”

Mochida collapsed to the ground as Reborn dropped him. He paled to a deathly white as he stared up at the demon.

“Re-Reborn?” Mochida squeaked. That was a name of a demon that everyone knew. No one had heard anything about him in years. Had he been in Namimori all this time?! “As in the King of all Demons, Reborn?”

Reborn bent down to Mochida’s eye level. He placed a sharp claw on Mochida’s cheek. “Yes,” he purred. “And if I ever find out you are speaking bad of Tsuna again I will kill you.”

Reborn dragged his claw down Mochida’s face, drawing blood and deep enough that it would leave a permanent scar. “Am I clear?”

“Y-yes!” Mochida squeaked.

Reborn smirked. His black eyes glittering dangerously. “Now get out of my sight.”

Mochida couldn’t flee fast enough.

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“Did you have to do that, Reborn?” Tsuna asked, once Mochida was gone.

Reborn pulled Tsuna closer, burying his nose into Tsuna’s brown hair, nuzzling. “Yes,” the demon said darkly. “No one is allowed to put you down like that.”

Tsuna didn’t say anything, looking into the distance.

“What’s wrong? Reborn asked, sensing his summoner’s doubt.

Tsuna hesitated. "Is Mochida-senpai right? Did you even want me the first time I accidentally managed to summon you?”

Reborn scowled. He pulled Tsuna’s hair and said, “Both parties had to be willing in order to enter into a contract. If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t have contracted with you.” This was the reason why Reborn hated Tsuna’s bullies. They never failed to make Tsuna question his self-worth, no matter how much affection Reborn poured onto his summoner.

Tsuna bit his lip and looked at his demon. “But why me? Mochida-senpai was right. I was a weak failure back then. Some days I still think I am.”

Reborn snorted. “Says the summoner who defeated the evil wizard Byakuran.” And that had been a fun adventure. Tsuna stumbled accidently onto one of Byakuran’s plots, gathered a group of fellow adventures (who all moved to Namimori once the fight was done), and went on to defeat Byakuran who had been growing into a steady threat. There had been so much chaos and destruction, that Reborn fell over twice in love with Tsuna. To both his amusement and annoyance, no one knew about it outside of the fact that some group called Vongola had defeated the evil wizard.

“That happened all by accident,” Tsuna protested.

“Marry me,” Reborn said.

Tsuna’s jaw dropped. “HIEE!”

“Marry me,” Reborn repeated. That would work nicely. Tsuna was an exceptional being, for a human, but Reborn was willing to share his immorality with Tsuna. Plus, all eternity to prove once and for all that Reborn loved his summoner? It all balanced out in the end. Reborn hadn’t been very… accepting over the fact that one day Tsuna would grow old and die.

“Don’t joke about something like that,” Tsuna said, burying his face into his hands.

Reborn merely smirked as he tugged Tsuna’s chin upward. “Who said anything about joking?”

Tsuna blushed a bright red and didn’t look Reborn in the eyes. He covered his mouth with the back of his hand, hiding the growing smile.

Reborn hummed in pleasure. This was an excellent idea. Tsuna may not accept now, but Reborn was patient. He could wait.

He would steal Tsuna away one day.