the extra large

BNHA Drama CD #5

rIGHT so apparently someone uploaded the full version of the 5th Drama CD of BNHA! The characters included in this one are Aizawa, Present Mic, and All Might. 

I tried translating this the other day for Tandem, but I thought some of you guys would want this too!

YEAH SO I’m!! Not at all fluent in Japanese, I’m self-taught so like. Some of these might be wrong/inaccurate and a fewwww stuff I p much skipped AND also I got pretty lazy towards the end lmao, please forgive me

ANYWAY!! I’ll be putting this under a cut for length! Sorry @ mobile users if the read more doesn’t work hfjsf

Ok so they’re having their orders taken and

Aizawa: Oi! What are you drinking?

Mic: Extra large beer!

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Kay so, in Canada if ur over 18 and flying you need to present a photo ID and

My younger brother, who’s only 16, got asked if he was 18 every time. And, every single time, I had to force my passport on some poor unsuspecting Flight Attendant

effie214  asked:

For Fanfic Friday: "What in the hell are you wearing?!"

Oliver looked down at his body as he sat on their couch, a confused look on his face. “What do you mean what I am I wearing? It’s laundry day, I wanted comfy clothes now that I’m in suits all week again.”

“Oliver,” Felicity said, wrapping her robe tighter around her, “those are sweatpants.”

Maybe she needed coffee, Oliver thought. Felicity rarely woke up and had her brain working before the first cup of coffee.

“And?” He shoved himself up from the couch and began to pad over to the coffee maker in bare feet.

“They are my sweatpants, Oliver.”

Again, Oliver looked down and frowned. “Felicity, they’re sized as Extra Large.”

“I like them big and comfy. So I bought them as extra large.”

Well, Oliver thought, reaching for the coffee grinder, at least that would explain why he didn’t remember buying the X-wing fighter pants before.

You know I just love this woman.

She hasn’t even met the man for more than a couple hours but she has already given him a loving nickname, like he’s part of the family.

She cooks for him.

Also she made it EXTRA-LARGE, I’m sure not everybody gets that special treatment.

“An extra-large for the handsome russian boy.”

And just look how delighted she gets when Victor praises her food. She’s just the perfect mother in law.

And never forget this.

She looks so proud, so pleased, and you know most parents want their kids to find someone who’ll take care of them the same way they did, because their kids are their treasures, they are what they consider most precious in their lifes. And she knows her son has finally found the one, he has finally got to meet the man who’ll treasure him above everything, and I think she knew it since Victor walk through their door… You know, how moms have this sixth sense about people, and more when it involves friends or lovers.

That smile, she’s a proud mom, and she knows his son now has someone who will be sure to hold him up even in the hardest of times.

Now imagine them both coming back to Hasetsu after the grand prix… and having to explain the rings, their engagement, and the future date for their wedding. Imagine her joy. Imagine her with her future grandchildren, I don’t know I just love her too dam much.


“An ecstatic smol mom, skipping after listening to his future son in law praise her cooking skills.”


@thredbare Thank you so much! Dick’s collared shirt/sweater combo was definitely inspired by the clothes Burt Ward would wear when he played him, but I make his sweaters extra large cause drawing oversized clothing is my weakness!

BTW Bruce would normally have gone to help Dick out. However, he was in panic mode trying to find Damian, who had escaped his playpen over twenty minutes prior.

Dean first saw him because of a wasps nest. His favourite coffee shop had been closed for a week while they tried to get rid of the infestation. He walked in that first morning in a daze, mainly due to a lack of sleep the night before and a serious lack of caffeine. He hadn’t even realised the guy in front of him had been talking until he coughed loudly.

“Sorry, what?” Dean asked finally looking at the guy. Dean thought he recognised him from somewhere.

“I asked you what drink you wanted.” The guy said. “Long night?”

“Oh yeah, I got an English paper due this morning.” Dean said. “Can I get a large coffee, extra shot?”

“Sure, name?”

“Oh…Dean.” He said only just noticing that the guy in front of him was incredibly attractive. Dean had always been a sucker for dark hair and blue eyes. It wasn’t until he was walking out that he saw the note written on his cup.

‘Dean. Good luck with the paper.’

It went on like that for several weeks. Dean’s old favourite coffee place was swiftly replaced. Every morning Dean would walk into the place in a daze until the blue eyed barista gave him a smile. He would always write little notes on the cups. He had figured out who the barista was after describing him to Jo. Turned out the guy was in her history class. Soon Dean only went for those notes on the cups and the small conversations he had with Cas.

‘Dean, congratulations on the A’

‘Dean, no that shirt doesn’t make you look fat.’

'Dean, stop complaining about the music.’

'No Dean. I can’t give you free coffee because you’re cute.’

'If I do give you free coffee it does mean I find you cute.’

'We need bigger cups. These notes are getting longer.’

'Stop winking at me to get a free muffin. It won’t work.’

'That free muffin was not because of the wink yesterday.’

This went on for several weeks until finally one note said:

'Dean, are you planning on asking me for a drink soon?’

Dean stopped, stared at the cup and swiftly turned back round. Once through the door he held the cup up at Cas. Cas rolled his eyes.

“You seemed so affronted yesterday when I said that I hadn’t seen Star Wars. I figured you could explain it me over drinks.” Cas called over with a shrug.

“Pick you up at seven tonight?” Dean asked.

“Turn the cup around.” Cas said, a smirk spreading across his face. Dean turned the paper cup around and grinned at the message.

'Yes. It’s a date.’

“A Peaceful Place” — If we  slow down the mind’s hectic pace, our heart will take us to a truly peaceful place

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So like when Magnus Chase and Alex Fierro get together (and they will) will their rooms in Hotel Valhalla merge? Think about it the rooms change mold themselves to the needs and personality of the einherji staying there. So they’re dating and laying in bed in their own rooms wanting to talk, and Mango rolls over and sees a tin can on a string hanging from the wall he picks it up and on the other end, Alex. One day there’s a door in the wall. A few months later there’s not a wall so much as a divider. Then a bead curtain. And one day there’s just one extra large room with a King size bed. Though sometimes when they fight the room splits again

In like manner, by the way in which I use my fingers, and gesticulate with my hands, I give the illusion of their being misshapen, extra large, or extra small—or whatever the part requires. And I consider it part of an actor’s art to be able to shorten or lengthen his body or change its very shape by the power of suggestion, without false paddings or other artificial aids.

- Bela Lugosi
(When talking about why he didn’t want to wear pounds of makeup for a movie)