So, my friend and I were joking the other night about Mashima’s love for western superhero comics and how that shows in Fairy Tail. Then I thought what is the one superhero trope Mashima loves to use? Get to the superhero by going after the girl. The hero then goes into “complete badass mode” to get the girl back/avenge her…well this has happened to all the big ships. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I wouldn’t be surprised if he uses this scenario again. And to be honest, I don’t care, who doesn’t want to see these guys opening a can of whoop-ass (of course, he does it with the girls too and that’s also cool). ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ
Post-Reveal Superhero team with Nino ‘the normal human bestfriend’ Lahiffe
Nino having to make excuses in class all the time whenever the other 4 need to make a quick get away.
“Girl’s travel in packs to the loo Sir, Adrien’s just got a weak bladder,”
Their school has an unusual amount of fire drills, but no culprit is ever found
Nino loosing count of the number of free deserts he’s been given when Alya’s had to run out on a date.
Nino becoming pretty good friends with Sabrina as Chloe seems to just deposit her with him when they need to rush out.
Nino becoming a pretty decent amateur photographer due to the fact that Alya makes him take photo’s of the four miraculous holders for the Ladyblog
Nino carrying around supplies in his backpack just in case anyone needs anything. This includes a first aid kit, snacks and drinks and a supply of tampons (because grumpy badass superheroes are not one to be messed with if they need something)
Ladybug’s superpower may be to save the world with everyday objects, but it does help that Nino carries them around with him.
He also has an emergency makeup bag for Chloe so she can fix her face and hair before heading back to school.
Also carrying emergency supplies for all the Kwami (he smells of cheese a lot - damn plagg)
Nino has a lot of casual selfies of all 4 of them on his phone, just in case, someone asks for proof that they are with him.
Nino, who has never been very academically inclined, suddenly taking lots of very detailed notes in class and helping them catch up and study.
Nino keeping spare clothes for them all at his house, just in case they end up all transforming there and feeling too tired to head home again afterwards.
Just Nino being the ultimate bro, and defending and supporting his best friends as they save the world, with no complaints.
lit ladies ❀ blue sargent; “she was decidedly uncomfortable with the switchblade. although she very much liked the idea of it—blue sargent, desperado; blue sargent, superhero; blue sargent, badass—she suspected that the only thing she would cut the first time she opened it was herself. […] blue had indeed cut herself. after adam had gone into the reading room, she’d experimentally opened the switchblade and it had obligingly attacked her. it was just a scratch, really. it barely warranted a band-aid, but she put one on anyway.”
Power Ranger Funnies #3: Well, I ain’t feeling neurotypical!
Billy’s true superpower should be not so casual and unapologetic reminders of who he is.
Gosh where do I even begin with this? I, as in me this artist of this comic, am autistic. For years I have learned to love myself and be open about being autistic. And for years I have dealt with poorly written autistic character after poorly written autistic character (side-glances at Rain Man) as well as poorly written autistic obviously coded characters created to be laughed at and then slapped in the face by writers who claim they are not on the spectrum (another side-glance at BBT).
Then along comes Billy. Who is autistic, who stims, who claps when he’s happy, who rearranges his pencils, who obsessively makes explosions and calculations, who doesn’t take social queues the same as other people, who desires emotional and close relationships but doesn’t know how, who becomes the most emotional driven character of the movie, who becomes a freakin’ badass superhero, I could go on but in the end;
He is autistic and not some allistic inspirational wet dream or a cruel joke.
God bless this movie and everyone involved in it.
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EDIT: Finally got around to changing it a little because I didn’t feel Kimberly’s skin wasn’t accurate. My apologises, please reblog this version.
Imagine your father, Tony Stark, walking in and seeing Peter shirtless in your bedroom (also, I imagine you guys are maybe Juniors or Seniors in High School during this)
- Head Honcho ~ Zoe
“Don’t you want to take off your suit?” You question as you and Peter lay on your bed, cuddled up under the covers with the Star Wars’ menu playing on the portable movie player your father made for your birthday last year. The actual device is like his phones but it projects the screen above it like one of his blueprint tables.
“But then I won’t feel like a cool badass superhero.” He whines, throwing his head back.
“Boohoo.” You pout out your bottom lip, mocking your boyfriend. “Now take it off.” You pat his chest then scoot away from him so he can stand up. When he does get up from the bed, you make sure to place a firm slap upon his precious little butt.
“Aye.” He covers his behind, turning around to scold you but you give him an innocent look.
“What?” You shrug. “I couldn’t help myself.” You smile and burrow back into your blankets.
“You never can help yourself.” He chuckles, shaking his head.
“I’m sorry that I love you so much!”
“You’re not sorry for that.” He scoffs, you nod. “But you should be sorry for how hands-y you are.” He points a finger at you.
“I’m a Stark, it’s in my blood.” You raise your hands up in defense. “Now take it off before I come over there and help you.”
Peter just shakes his head at you but none the less has a small smile on his face. He presses the spider in the middle of his chest causing his suit to loosen as he walks over to your dresser.
He lets his suit fall down his body while he digs through his clothes in the top drawer. You don’t fight the grin that easily comes on your face when you watch your boyfriend of two years sort through the drawer. The normalcy of it makes your heart all warm and fuzzy… speaking about warm and fuzzy;
“Can you throw me a sweater?” You call to him. He nods, grabbing his famous dark blue Midtown School of Science & Technology pullover. “Thank you.” You catch the clothing item he threw.
“No prob…lem.” He cuts himself off with a yawn, stretching his arms over his head.
“Tired?” You inquire, trying to find the head hole of the garment before putting it on.
“Yeah.” He nods. “Last night’s mission was rough.” He sighs, dropping his arms to his side.
"I know, I was there.” You let out a breathy laugh then (attempt to) pull his sweater over your head. Now it’s Peter’s turn to smile and get the warm, fuzzy feeling.
He tries to shake the teenage boy thoughts out of his head that were trying to replace his sweet innocent ones. He lets out a sigh and turns around back to the drawer, fixing the waistband of his boxers so they aren’t hanging so low on his hips
“What the hell is going on here?” Someone demands, their voice loud and full of anger. You don’t see who it is because you are currently struggling with the pullover.
“N-n-nothing, Mr. Stark.” Peter stutters out.
“Nothing my ass.” You hear your father mumble then you hear footsteps stomp against your floor followed by something slamming against the wall.
You finally get your head in the right hole and see your father holding your boyfriend to the wall, a furious look on his face.
“Dad!!” You shout, flinging your blankets off and rushing to the two. ”Dad!” You grab his arm and pull him back enough to get between the two men. “Calm down.”
Your father clenches his jaw and looks between the two of you. He notices your worried expression and relaxes his posture but doesn’t get out of protective dad mode.
“Sit down.” He demands, pointing to the bed while he walks a few feet in front of it. “Both of you, sit down.” He repeats. You and Peter share a hesitant look but go over to the bed and sit down at the foot of it.
A painful silence falls between the three of you as your father paces back and fourth.
“I-I-I swear, we didn’t do anything.” Peter bravely breaks the silence
“Then why are you stuttering?” Dad questions, Peter’s eyes widen.
“Th-tha-that’s a good point, but to be fair, I always stutter around you.” He lets out a nervous laugh, Dad sends him a look causing him to shut up and look down at his hands.
You sigh and hang your head. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Peter’s hands shaking a little bit. Even with Peter being Spiderman, he still shakes when he’s nervous or scared… especially when it comes to your father.
You carefully pull his hand from his lap and place it in yours, your fingers interlaces with his.
“I can’t believe you would do this to me.” Your father finally says. “I went to you for help and gave you a new suit, all access to… some of my lab, and you’re getting a free ride to college from my sponsorship for you.”
“And…” He stops pacing and runs a hand through his hair. “And to say thank you, you… fondue with my daughter.”
“As much as I hate to point this out right now, you knew and approved of Peter and I dating.” You bring up, your dad opens his mouth to speak but closes it.
“But I didn’t approve of you two fondueing.” He smirks.
You let out a scoff while rolling your eyes.
“You shouldn’t be one to scold me about that.” You call out. “And we weren’t doing anything like Peter said.”
“Then why were you getting your shirt back on and why was–” He sighs and facepalms. “–why is he–” He points to a very de-robed Spiderman. “in his underwear?” Peter’s face turns red and he grabs a blanket and covers himself up.
“I was cold and Peter was changing out of his suit.” You defend. “And if we were doing something, you could’ve walked in on a much worse moment.” Peter’s eyes widen and he shrinks down a bit, cringing at what you just said.
“I’m going to pretend you, my sweet little innocent pride and joy, didn’t just say that.” Dad closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “But I’m just going to at least hope you guys are responsible.” He hints, not wanting to fully say to ‘use condoms’. You nod but his eyes are on Peter for that one.
“Peter.” He calls, the young brunette’s head shoots up. “Responsible?”
“What?” He furrows his eyebrows, you nudge his arm and give him a look. “Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course!” He furiously blushes but nods his head.
“Ok.” Dad wipes his sweaty hands on his pants while letting out a deep breath. “So, I’m just going to go then…” He slowly makes his way towards the door. “But if I do happen to come in here later, you both better be clothed and being sickeningly cute couple by cuddling, okay?”
“Yes, sir.” You both nod.
“Good.” He faintly smiles. “I’m going to go now…” He slowly closes the door.
“Bye, Dad.” You wave.
“Bye.” He sits his head back in then goes back to slowly closing the door. “Pizza for dinner.” He announces.
“Alright.” You giggle. ”Bye, Dad.” You repeat.
“Bye.” He whispers, the door fully closing now.
You wait a few seconds to let your father walk away from the door to say anything.
“Soooo…” You speak up. “Want to start the movie?”
“Please.” He stands up, heading to your dresser to start it and get every layer of clothing he can incase your father walks back in.
hello and welcome to my headcanon/au where bruce has DID, and batman manifests as a protective alter who also just happens to be the most badass superhero ever
his #1 job is to protect bruce, but over time that extends to protecting others from the same traumatic events they had to go through as a child. Along with being physically strong enough to defeat the “bad guys” in bruce’s life, batman is also emotionally tough (sometimes to a fault), and insanely cool in a way child bruce could only hope to be. Even as adults, bruce still continues to think batman is the greatest, and both will boost each other’s egos by bragging about how rad the other is.
this entire headcanon is supported by the fact that bruce and batman switch a bunch of times in this video, and each time their attitudes and tone of voice changes like pls,,,