you are the first taking about the OBVIOUS parallel between Diana/Steve and Dean/Cas. Of course I was shook during wonder woman how amazing this movie is, but from the very beginning I was thinking how destiel this is. Like right from the magical beings being warrior as a parallel to heaven but Diana/Steve are through the roof
I KNOW RIGHT?!!
I’m really surprised too actually that I haven’t seen more. I honestly think people are in SHOCK.
Their first scene was Diana gripping Steve tight and raise him from Perdition the ocean…
I totally headcanon that his arm hurt in exactly the same place as Dean’s handprint for a few days after this. I think I squealed a little when I saw her raising him, like, this is every fan art I’ve ever seen of this with Deancas.
I wish I could gif… the gifsets we could make… *coughs in @godshipsit‘s direction* ;)
I mean, the whole thing is Deancas fan fiction and it is INCREDIBLE. Yes of course the movie is amazing in it’s own right and of course the links are due to the standard tropes that are made (the plot ones too, not just the romantic ones, Lucifer/Ares/Jack is amazing, the whole Supernatural Hero/Human hero thing…).
I flailed so much, it was on another level to Beauty and the Beast and that got me good too, but that was more just from the romantic POV as it is a romance film primarily whereas Wonder Woman is primarily a hero, action movie with romance… which is what I class SPN as really…
THE TROPES. THE TROPES. THE TROPES. IT WAS LIKE TICKING OFF A CHECKLIST. IN FACT I MAY PRINT ONE OFF WHEN I BUY THE MOVIE :P
They got their provisional license! A happy hug to celebrate passing the exam. Though they also know the time they could spend together during the training comes to an end. Having just become a couple, getting robbed from the one opportunity to see each other is a bit hard to deal with - the happy tears quickly turn to sad tears. Inasa tries to comfort his crying boyfriend before departing.
I’m gonna be away from the pc for a couple days but I didn’t draw anything yet again so I just had to make something real quick to post otherwise I’ll pull my hair out x_x
Drawing sad todos is my favorite thing apparently I draw too many sad todos
1) “Baby, you know I’d never let anything bad happen to you,” the villain said. “But you don’t get to get in my way. Do you understand?”
2) “You broke my heart.” The villain pressed the knife lightly against the tip of the hero’s chest, right where it would be. “Guess you thought I didn’t have one, so it didn’t much matter.” The hero shifted with discomfort, but stayed silent. Hyper-aware of how little effort it would take for that knife to break skin.
“Ohh, don’t do this,” the villain crooned. “You’re the one that was desperate that we could just talk. No need for violence. You can’t be shy with me now, we’re such good friends and all, aren’t we?“
3) “You lied to me.”
“Lying, lover dearest, would require you asking me what I was doing with my time. You were too busy saving the world to much care,” the villain replied. “But oh, you’re fascinated with how I spent my day now, aren’t you?” “You didn’t have to do this to get my attention.” “Oh my god. Because heaven’s forbid it could be about or because of anything other than you. The earth might fall out of fucking orbit.”
4) “I cripple you?” the hero repeated in utter disbelief. “My affection for you,” the villain clarified, as if that actually made it any better. “You could personally be an asset if you wanted to be.” “Oh, I could? Wow. Life dreams being fulfilled right there. I’ve always wanted to be an asset to a complete and utter arsehole.”
"This is why I didn’t tell you.”
5) “You could have been great, by my side.” “I’d rather be kind.” "How long have you known?“
One day I’ll just do an easy fluffy one-shot, but—OH WELL!
If only she’d just listen! It was so simple! They liked each other—what’s so confusing about that? Or… at least, that’s what she said. But here she is, going on and on about how things might go wrong. Has she ever stopped to think about what could go right? It was simple. She just needed to understand!
“Chat, we can’t just be a couple! We—I mean, you are a super hero. You can’t tell me your identity and—“ He grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. “What are you—?” she began, but was immediately cut off.
He crashed his lips onto hers. They’d done it before. Kissed. In fact, that’s exactly why they were even having this conversation… because she kissed him and he kissed her and, well, now he’s kissing her again. He leaned into her, desperately wanting her to understand that this wasn’t so complicated! This is simple, he thought, but hopelessly noted that she wasn’t kissing back. Right?
She made a muffled noise and forcefully pushed him back. “What the hell, Chat!? I just said we can’t do this!” She stepped backwards and frowned, “What’s with you? Do you think life is, like, some kind of romantic comedy where the guy always gets the girl by randomly kissing her? What in the hell kind of gesture is that?” She crossed her arms and looked away.
Honestly, he didn’t know what to say, so he was quiet.
“Well?” she asked, and he noticed a crack in her voice. She was sad.
“Mari…” he all but whispered. “I—no—I mean,” he took in a deep breath, “Look,” he sighed. “I kissed you because I like you. A lot. And, all I know is that I stay up thinking about you, and I can’t ever get you off my mind! To me, it’s pretty simple. Let’s just… go on a date. I’ll take off my mask and we’ll go out on a date. Simple. Just like that.”
“I can’t know who you are!” she nearly hissed at him. Wasn’t he suppose to be the cat here?
He waved his hands in a wide swing, “Why not? It wouldn’t be the end of the world! I trust you, and you trust me. The only people who would know anything of value would be us. You and me. It’s that simple!”
“But it isn’t that simple,” she said quietly as tears welled up in her eyes. “I wasn’t suppose to like you,” she mumbled and he barely heard her.
“What?” he asked airily.
She turned away from him. “Life isn’t a movie, Chat. Things don’t just ‘work out,’” she said bitterly.
He stepped towards her, not daring to touch her. “Well why not? I just want to know why,” he said.
“Because! I wasn’t suppose to fall in love with you!” she yelled, turning towards him. Her hair whipped in her face, sticking to her tear-stained cheeks.
Did he hear her correctly? “Fall in love?” he echoed absentmindedly.
She was quick to try and cover her mistake. “I—no! Y-you know what I m-meant!” she said, avoiding eye contact.
“Can I hug you?” He asked.
“Well, I can’t kiss you, but I still want to be able to show you that I… love you too. So, can I hug you?” he clarified.
There was no verbal response. She only nodded and opened her arms. He walked into her embrace and folded into her. His chin fell in the crevice of her neck and his arms harnessed her close to him. He held her tightly to him, but nothing to make her feel suffocated.
“Why can’t this be simple?” he asked, moving his head so that his forehead rested on her shoulder with his nose brushing her skin.
She sighed, “Chat, this is anything but simple.”
She grabbed his face and placed gentle kisses on his lips.
“H-hey, that’s my tactic,” he said through the kisses. “You’re… acting like a… romanic comedy,” he continued to try and speak.
“Shh,” she mumbled, going back to hugging him. “Okay,” she suddenly said.
“Okay, I’ll tell you why it isn’t simple,” she said, stepping away from him.
He raised his eyebrows, “Will it make things simpler?”
He didn’t say a word as a pinkish reddish light surrounded her. She was right. Things just got a bit complicated.
I hear the shower running when I wake up. I frown, opening
my eyes and turning to check the clock. Baz is rarely up before I am, but it
sounds like he’s getting an early start this morning. Probably plotting
I bolt upright just as the sound of the shower cuts off.
Everything from yesterday flashes through my head.
Right. Soulmates. Not plotting. He fell asleep in my bed, in
my arms, after we’d kissed for hours. I bring a hand up to my lips, and they
feel chapped and raw.
I close my eyes and fall back against the pillow, smiling.
Everything is different now.
Summary: Six-year-old Izuku met a young man with brown hair and kind brown eyes that sometimes turned orange. A young man who had the brilliant Orange Flames that didn’t burn Izuku when he touched the flames and sometimes grew as cold as ice.
Izuku swung back and forth on his swing, kicking his tiny legs against the dirt. He sniffled, feeling the burning sensation in his eyes as he tried to keep the tears from falling. Today was another failed attempt to activate his Quirk. He had tried so hard to breath fire like his father or to move objects like his mother. Just because the doctor said he couldn’t didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen! Izuku refused to give up on his dream of being a hero. Nothing happened and today he endured yet another round of teasing from Kaachan and the others kids.
“Ah, I think I’m lost.”
Izuku’s head snapped left, surprised when a young man sat in the swing next to his. With fluffy brown hair, soft brown eyes and a suit that looked similar to what his father wore, the man looked out of place on the empty playground.
Noticing Izuku, the man smiled gently at him. “I don’t suppose you could tell me where I am?” he asked.
Izuku nodded. “This is Inochi Playground.”
The man hummed. “I don’t suppose you know where Namimori is?” he asked.
Izuku shook his head.
“Ah well, it’s fine,” the man said. “I’ll find my way home soon enough.” He smiled brightly at Izuku. “So why are you crying?”
“I… don’t have a Quirk,” Izuku said softly, looking down. He waited for the mocking laughter or the taunting pity.
“What’s a Quirk?”
Izuku looked up at the man, surprised. He didn’t know what a Quirk was? The man merely looked at him patiently waiting for Izuku to explain. Izuku frowned. Was it a test? Hesitantly, he answered, “A Quirk is the special ability that almost everyone is born with. Lots of people get their Quirks by the time they turn five.”
“Special ability huh?” the man said with a thoughtful look.
Izuku cast him a wary look. The wind picked up, kicking up dirt, whistling through the trees above. There was a loud snap and Izuku looked up just in time to see a tree branch falling towards him. He scrunched his eyes, bracing himself for the inevitable impact.
It never came.
Izuku opened his eyes. Encased around him was a dome of ice, shielding him.
“Whew, that was close,” the man said.
Izuku whirled to look at him, betrayal bubbling under his skin. He knew it. The man was just like everyone else, teasing him about not having a Quirk.
“You have a Quirk!” Izuku accused.
The man looked at him surprised. “Is this what you consider to be a Quirk?” he asked. He waved his hand and the ice vanished in a burst of orange flames. Izuku was startled by that. That didn’t make sense. Ice was cold, fires was hot. Did this man have two Quirks?
That wasn’t fair. Izuku couldn’t even get one Quirk! How could this man have two?
The man laughed gently, kneeling down to Izuku’s height. “I promise this isn’t a Quirk,” the man said. He summoned those orange flames again, letting them dance in his hands. “This is a Dying Will Flame.”
“What’s that?” Izuku asked. His curiosity got the better of him; his suspicious falling to the side.
The man hummed a little, gathering his thoughts. “Dying Will Flames are flames you summon from your lifeforce. The stronger your willpower, the stronger your flames.”
“But it’s something you’re born with,” Izuku said, scowling. Still a Quirk then.
“For some people, yes. Others can learn, if they have the right teacher,” the man said.
Hope blossomed in his chest. Izuku looked up at the man, eyes wide. “Can you teach me?”
The man tilted his head. “Why do you want to learn?”
“I want to be a hero!” Izuku said. “I want to protect people like All Might!”
The man’s eyes flashed orange. “Is that the only reason?” he asked, voice still gentle and soft.
Izuku hesitated. “No,” he said gloomy. He was six and the only one in his classroom without a Quirk. Jealously, his teacher told him, cautioning him against it. His mother told him the lack of a Quirk didn’t make him any less special. But… every day without a Quirk was one step closer to his dream shattering as Kacchan ran ahead without him.
The man looked at him thoughtfully. “Well, I make no promises that you will be able to learn this,” he said.
Izuku felt his heart swell, disbelief and hope warring inside. “You’ll teach me?!”
The man laughed. “Sure. You have to promise me you will only use this ability to protect yourself and others.”
Izuku nodded. “I will!”
The man smiled at him. “I am Sawada Tsunayoshi, please call me Tsuna. Who are you?”
Reggie Mantle x Reader:
Tomboy & Skirts [Part Three]
Part 3??? Omg this is amazing. I love it.
Okay but I really need a apart 3 because what the hell???? That cliffhanger why??????
IM SO READY FOR PART 3
A/N: I kinda forgot I left you guys on a cliffhanger I’m soo sorry babes I thought I would’ve posted this sooner. I kinda want to end it here, but some of you gys actually want a part of the trip. If you guys want the trip or are okay with this please comment or shoot me an ask so I have an idea if I should continue this or end it right here.
Summary: A picture taken out of context may actually be a good thing for the reader x Reggie.
The picture spread like a wildfire, you in Reggie’s shirt and sweatpants. Your phone ran out of battery and you were tired, you were very confused as to why your phone blew up in the morning. Sure you had friends other than Reggie, but your phone never had this many messages. Each one containing a picture of how you looked last night and your wet clothes in you book bag peering out. You could see why people were jumping to conclusions, but he was your best friend and that was it.
You chose to ignore everything and decided to get ready for school, soon this would all be over you thought. It was your last day in Riverdale before you both left to you trip.
Reggie got up extra early to pick you up your favorite breakfast and drove to your house. He thought that maybe it would help the rumors that were taking their toll around town. The tall caramel skinned football player was very surprised to find you okay.
Something he had grown to love about you. You could never let the whisperings of people bother you. You were always so strong, there was only a few times he’d ever see you break down. One of the few times he saw you spiral for the worst that even to him you were unrecognizable was when your father left you and your mother. You always told him that pain was hard, but you would never acknowledge it unless you had to. He admired how you could be so strong.
The ride to school was a bit quiet even as the music played through the radio. Reggie a bit uncomfortable to bring up the picture, and you just wanted to get the day over with wearing the last skirt of the deal.
“You know we could just skip school today” Reggie finally spoke as he found a parking spot.
“Why would we do that?” you challenged “It’s the last day before break.”
“I talked to Dilton this morning, he took the picture down” Reggie gave you a small smile.
“Our hero” you smiled back.
You both walked out of his jeep and made your way into the school. All eyes on both of you. You began to get nervous and that scared you. You weren’t one to care what these people thought. They were idiots to care so much about a rumor. You hated the tension that picture brought to your friendship. You hate that maybe Reggie cared about this, the fact the all he wanted was for you to be protected and you couldn’t even acknowledge what had happened.
You reached the middle of the hallway to see the perpetrator of the picture. Cheryl Blossom at the end of the hallway making her to the both of you.
“Seriously (Y/N) we can go” Reggie turned to face you.
“No, let’s give the people what they want” you grew annoyed at everyone.
“Wha-” you interrupted you best friend as you pressed your lips against his.
The gasps escaped everyone’s mouth and the red haired bombshell stormed out hating that her plan to break you backfired.
Reggie pulled away first, angry not because you kissed him. He’d dreamed of this day, but this is not how he wanted it to happen. Kissing him only made people think that something more had happened between the two of you and he would never let anyone ruin your good name not even himself.
You were kind of proud of the courage that took over your body, but you were also angry at yourself because you cared about Reggie way too much. You could see the trouble in his eyes of what you had just showed the idiots of that school. You didn’t like to see him that way, you felt like you had disappointed the only person in that godforsaken school who really cared about you. You saw in his eyes how his mind was racing. You weren’t one to run away from your problems but you rushed out of the school like it was the only solution.
He didn’t go after you, he didn’t know what to do and neither did you.
You went straight home and changed. You packed your things for the trip not knowing if was going to happen, but you wished for the best.
Back at school Reggie finally had enough and decided to confront the resident queen of Riverdale High.
“Why did you do that?” Reggie questioned Cheryl.
“I was in the mood for some chaos” was all she said as she crossed her arms.
“Nothing happened” the dark haired boy replied.
“That’s not what it seemed in the hallway” she challenged.
“Tha- That is none of your business Blossom!” he tried to contain his rage as everyone in the cafeteria stared their way.
“What do you see in her anyway?” Cheryl cocked her head.
“That’s what this is about?! The fact I didn’t want to date you?” Reggie calmed himself down “You wanna know? You really want to know?”
“Something you could never beat” was all he could say as he stormed out of the cafeteria making his way back to your house. He hated himself for being rude towards Cheryl even if she started this, but all he wanted was to protect you and if that meant making her come down from her throne for a bit.
He tried your phone but it seemed to off. He arrived at your home and used his key and you weren’t there just your packed bags for the trip. He tried to think of every place you could’ve gone.
He arrived at Sweetwater River as you were seated on the bridge that was built in memory of Jason. Your feet dangling in the air as your arms rested on one of rails as he joined you seating himself next to you.
“I’m so sorry Reg” you croaked trying to hold in your tears as he put his arm around you.
“Hey, you have nothing to be sorry for” Reggie pulled you tighter to his side.
“Yes I do, I disappointed you. I let their rumors get to me, I wasn’t strong” you looked him in the yes.
“You didn’t disappoint me, and you don’t have to approve yourself to anyone” he placed his hand on your chin “Can I do something?” he asked and you nodded yes.
Reggie proceeded to continue what you started in the hallway. Your lips moved in sync, the kiss so passionate as your lips yearned more of each other. Your lips connecting perfectly as if they were the last two pieces of a puzzle.
I really wonder how, if there was some sort of parent’s day, Bakugou’s parents would react to Toshinori.
I mean, we have seen them interact with each other before, when Aizawa and Toshi went to ask them if Bakugou could stay at the dorms, but… I feel like there was… something missing? I mean… All Might risked his very life to go save Bakugou, just like the other heroes. The fight against All for One was one of the hardest of his carrier, and it was broadcasted live on TV, Bakugou’s parents surely saw it, and, honestly, I picture them cheering for All Might even louder than all the others did, since it was their son that was being saved, their son was there, was saved by this man who now was on the verge of death…
What I’m trying to get at is that I really, really want to see a scene were the Bakugous meet Toshinori again, favorably in a less serious and tense situation as last time, and really get the chance to thank him properly. I could see Bakugou’s Dad shaking the hero’s hand and his Mum… well, I would go for rather rough hug, patting Toshinori’s back before letting him go…
….and then turning to a very flustered Bakugou, all like “I really hope you thanked All Might-san, Katsuki!”
“I can remember, Standing by the wall. And the guns shot above our heads.
And we kissed, as though nothing could fall. And the shame was on the other side. Oh, we can beat them, for ever and ever. Then we could be Heroes, Just for one day.”
- Josh Klinghoffer singing “Heroes” by David Bowie. - Munich, 2/11/2016.