what does a hero truly need

Percy: [on phone] Mr Chase, I’m calling to inform you that I’m planning to ask your daughter to marry me. But since it’s 2017, I’m not asking for your permission because she is not your property. Nor would she be mine if she chooses to say yes. She is a strong, independent woman who don’t need no man! That being said, I truly hope she says yes, but it’s her decision. SO, JUST BACK OFF!

Annabeth: Oh my gods, what did my dad say?

Percy: I don’t know. I left a voice message.

Can we please take a minute to appreciate the fact that Izuku literally stepped into All Might’s life when he needed it most and vice versa???

My love for this series literally stems from, mostly, the characters. Because like listen–

When All Might first meets Izuku, he gets asked the question, “Can I become a hero without a quirk?” The Pro Hero, the Symbol of Peace, takes this moment to, more or less, crush a young boy’s dreams. And why would such a fantastic, smiling, powerful hero respond in this way? He’s supposed to be the people’s hero; a pillar of peace that brings all sort of happiness and comfort to those in need.

My belief is that his answer came from his own depression that’s he’s been forced to swallow down for the past five years. I mean, All for One ripped a hole in his gut and left him handicapped. In just a single fight, the Symbol of Peace was limited to just three hours a day of “hero time”, when he was so accustomed to just acting without worrying. For the first time ever, All Might was struck down and wasn’t sure how to get back up. He knew he was still deeply respected and he knew that even with the time limit, he would most definitely help those in need ( because that’s his job and that’s what he loved to do ) but also because he KNEW that the pillar he had spoken about with Nana, was something he had finally created and he would NOT let that fall apart - even if it meant putting his own health at risk. Despite feeling this way, he does fall prey to his own depression, which is obvious (ESPECIALLY SO IN THE ANIME) because of his telling himself that he’s not a real hero. He’s pathetic. He’s weak. All Might is constantly beating himself down because he knows he’s so highly respected, but there’s only a limited amount of what he can do to return that respect, thanks to All for One.

So, naturally, All Might keeps all his depression bottled up. He keeps working hard and putting his full focus on his hero duty and nothing else, because that’s all he’s ever known and a hero is never supposed to cave in to weakness. When Izuku finally asks his question, its natural that All Might responds in such a way, because he’s dealt with villains. He’s dealt with the devastation left behind from them: his scar is a sharp reminder of just what villains were capable of. And although his words come out harsh and cold, All Might responds this way because HE IS the Symbol of Peace and the last thing he wants is some quirkless boy getting his hopes up, getting into a battle, and then winding up with a massive hole in his gut that all but ruins his natural, daily and hero life. He doesn’t want such a young man to lose his life for such a foolish reason.

But then, Izuku, even despite telling himself that yup, that’s the end, still decides to sprint in and save Bakugou. Not because he wanted to be a hero. Not because he wanted to prove someone wrong. But because even without a quirk, Izuku WAS a hero. He acted for the sake of another - putting his own life at risk. It’s this action alone that truly inspires All Might and brings his focus back where it should be: he IS a hero - with or without his handicap, because he does everything and anything he can for those in need. And it’s because of this single action, that All Might moves too and pushes himself to save Bakugou, despite his limit having been reached.

And thus, he decides to let Izuku know exactly what he was thinking: the boy IS a hero and as such, he deserves to be treated and trained like one, and even bestowed a quirk.

Izuku helped All Might realize his worth just as much as All Might helped Izuku realize the same thing. And this relationship is a constant driving force for the both of them, because this cycle never ends. In small actions, the two of them are constantly reminding one another that they ARE worthy of being a hero.

One of my favorite scenes is the fight between All for One and All Might BECAUSE OF THIS RELATIONSHIP. Nighteye specifically told All Might that he was going to die and because of this, he truly believed that his fight with All for One would be his last. He prepared for and accepted it. But then, All for One makes the biggest mistake and brings up Izuku. He threatens him - promising to kill the boy.

And all of a sudden, All Might is just like, “Oh, no, no, no. No one threatens MY son!” He remembers Izuku, remembers what he’s done for him, and reminds himself that he has to help him grow and become a true hero, because he will NOT let this boy’s dream crumble and die. Not as a teacher, but as the man who was saved by the small, quirkless hero.

All Might pushes himself and guess what? He wins and survives. Why?

Because Izuku was there; right when he needed him most.

Tasering Brooke Lohst

Michael is only human, and being friends with Spider-Man inspires him to find some kind of extra mode of defence. Just in case. Michael doesn’t use the taser often, but it comes it handy when he needs it.

This is the story of the time he unknowingly tasered Brooke Lohst.

Michael could honestly say that after Jeremy became Spider-Man, and he watched some of the shit that his friend dealt with almost on the daily, he wasn’t expecting anything weirder to top that for at least a year. He had hoped.  

Keep reading


And thus I uh… wound up making a Pokemon character based on Akane, or Doomfist from Overwatch, if you rather. :D;

A big scary strong Conkeldurr, who goes by the name of Onyedi. A wandering vigilante, an outlaw looking out for himself but occasionally doing what he feels is best for those who need a chance to become strong. While he does share views with Doomfist about building strength and character through battle and conflict, what kicks his anti-hero outlook into gear is him feeling as though the weak will never get a chance to improve if they’re neglected. Thus he’ll sometimes stick his neck out for those who are genuinely struggling. Sometimes, of course. Obviously he’s not a truly FRIENDLY fella, as he’s very worn and cold and irritable from everything he’s gone through.

And yep, he is indeed wearing Aggron plating. His right arm is made from similar materials used to construct Metagross, topped off with a Mega Aggron scalp to add further weight to the impact of his right hand. Moreover, with his weaponized prosthetic arm, he gains access to a very specific move; Meteor Mash. Because hey, if he’s gonna pay such striking homage to Doomfist, why not give him a way to put that hulking metallic mass to use in the form of his own version of Meteor Strike?

And yes… his ability is Iron Fist. How could it not be?

Buuuut uh yeah, that’s it! For now anywho. I dunno what I will do with him, yet, but I might have… ONE idea. One. We’ll see what I do with him in the end. |D;

E: Added some shoulder plating as mounting support for that arm as well as security to the body for better wielding vuv)b

anonymous asked:

The only reason I disagree with your post about Bakugou being tied up on the podium is that they restrained him for his safety and for Todoroki's. If he had been let go he would have tried to fight and Todoroki would have defended himself, possibly resulting in injuries outside the boundaries of a sanctioned fight. The school could not have allowed this. We have proof of this in the manga when Bakugou fights Midoriya. I understand your point, but I think it's a bit too severe.

I see where you’re coming from, Anon. The thing is, Bakugou isn’t a dumb and violent kid who enjoys hurting others for the sole sake of it. Todoroki wasn’t ready to fight him at 100%, and Bakugou must know why; he was eavesdropping on his and Midoriya’s conversation earlier, so he knows what’s going on. 

But his frustration took the best of him, and even if he’d like a re-match, what Bakugou says when All Might finally takes off his muzzle is that he doesn’t want the medal. That’s all. Had he not been tied up, Bakugou would have probably run off. Not took it on Todoroki, who’s not ready to fight with his fire power yet. His fight against Midoriya was some kind of momentum, but everybody could see he was at loss after that. What’s frustrating Bakugou is not Todoroki, but winning while feeling he didn’t earned it fairly.

What he likes is to win and to be way ahead of others, to prove his superiority. Bakugou built up his identity and self-worth on his superiority on others. Everybody admired him when he was a kid. Midoriya admired him, and still does, but he tries to surpass him, to be better than him. And while Midoriya thinks it can be perceived as positive, to be someone people are looking up to, Bakugou only sees it as a threat; someone is trying to be better than him, someone is trying to compete and prove he’s not that strong and amazing after all. If he’s not the best, then he’s worth nothing, because, how could he face people if he’s no longer strong and amazing? So his response to Midoriya’s challenge is to be the most harsh he can be, so Deku would back off and quietly admires him like others do without representing a threat.

Bakugou developed this superiority complex, and inferiority complex, because everybody else sees him as some kind of prodigy. He’s flattered, so he takes it happily. But that means that, for himself, and also for others, he’s only ‘The strong and amazing Bakugou’. That’s how he’s defined in his idea of himself, and how he thinks other people see him too. If he can’t live up to this title, then he would be ‘The weak Bakugou that fails’ for himself and others. That’s all, he doesn’t seem to think he can define himself with more complex ideas. When people project their ideals on you, they’re not seeing you as who you really are, and at some point, you’re integrating those ideas and thinking that’s what, who you are. If everyone sees you a certain way, then it must be true; as a kid, it’s only normal he ended up thinking that way, given how people at school and his family treated him.

When you’re seen as weak, you still have room to prove others you’re not. But when you’re already seen as the top, you feel like if you fail, your worth would mean nothing. Pressure at the top, when everybody looks up to you, can be crushing, especially when you’re an isolated kid. Bakugou never really had any friends that would see him and support him for who he is deep down, because he’s just so tough people think he doesn’t need anyone. He does think so too. But that’s wrong; we all need people that care about us, and love us for who he truly are. As for now, the more he spends time at UA, the more Bakugou realizes what it means to have friends and be taken care of. When Denki, Sero or Kirishima talk to him and tease him, they’re treating him as one of their own. Not as that prodigy he thinks people only sees him, but at Bakugou Katsuki, a 15 years old teen who’s smart, competitive, tries really hard, has poor taste in hero names, likes to wear baggy pants and has some secret cooking skills. In the end, Bakugou even acknowledged Kirishima as an equal, someone he can rely on, and that’s saying a lot for Bakugou. 

It’s heavy when people are looking up to you, and not healthy to try to be perfect and lives up to that. It’s okay to fail. We all do. Your worth doesn’t depend on your achievements and failures. If you try to bear it alone, it will only hurt you. Like it did to All Might. The weight of people’s hopes might be a little too much for one person alone, I think that’s one of the thing we must see in All Might, and in BNHA in general. People must stick together if they want to defeat enemies, if they want to defeat their own demons. Bearing all of that alone is painful, heavy, and self-destructive. To seek help is not being weak. It’s acknowledging you’re only human, and Hori makes sure we see how human heroes are.

Running from the Past: Chapter 4

Summary: Reader is a mutant who was experimented on by HYDRA. Due to her unique powers, she escaped a year and a half ago without being seen when the Avengers attacked the Hydra compound she was kept in for 5 years of her life. Her mutations and Hydra experiments allow her to blend in with her surroundings (like a chameleon/cuttlefish/octopus) and change her appearance in minor ways (such as hair, skin, and eye color), though the changes are only temporary. She’s been caught by the Avengers. After a long and painful conversation with the Winter Soldier, she accepts his help in getting her memories from before 6 ½ years ago back. She also suspects he’s hiding something from her.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader (Platonic), Steve Rogers x Reader (Platonic), Avengers x Reader (Platonic) 

Word Count: 2,661

Warnings: language (always), violence/fighting, traumatic past (mentions of torture/experimentation), slow burn, angst, fluff, delicious breakfast food

(Rough) Translations: Bonne apétit, garçons -enjoy the meal, boys

кукла - doll

Спасибо за еду -thanks for the meal

A/N: A huge thank you to everyone liking and reblogging my posts <3 This is my first big fic and the support feels awesome. You’re all amazing!

Also, this chapter = poor confused baby Bucky…. and sorry for shooting him in the leg earlier, but babe’s strong. he can take it.

 Masterlist // Previous Chapter // Next Chapter

Originally posted by n-barnes

It took everything you had to keep your face impassive. The pressure in the base of your skull returned when he used the nickname, and you gritted your teeth.

“Dollface is fine. Just go get my shit, please,” you say, your tone giving away your internal struggle.

He nodded, grinning deviously. “If you have any questions or need anything, ask FRIDAY. If you need me or the team for whatever reason, just ask FRIDAY to let us know,” he said, sparing you one last glance over his shoulder before he walked out the doors of the observation room.

To your surprise, it wasn’t Bucky who returned with the blanket and entertainment. You were pacing your room, your thoughts wandering, when Wanda poked her head in the door. She saw you staring at her with an eyebrow raised and walked in, smiling tentatively.

“Hey,” you said cautiously, not entirely sure where you stood with the woman after your comments earlier.

“Hey, (Y/N),” she said, giving you a small smile.

There was an awkward pause.

“I, uh, hope you like romance novels. They’re most of what I own,” she said, nodding to the small pile of books in her arms that teetered precariously on top of a fuzzy-looking fuchsia blanket.

You thought back to the bookshelves at your apartment, overburdened with romance novels. You could find the books littering every surface of the tiny apartment. “Yeah, that’ll do, I guess,” you said, cheeks burning.

Wanda gave you a crooked smile as though she could tell what was going through your head. You realized she very well might. If she did, though, she didn’t let on. She pressed a button on the wall that you couldn’t see. A small 8inx8in square hole in the wall opened at about chest height next to you. She passed the books and blanket to you through it.

“This one’s my favorite,” she said, handing you a well-loved book with a particularly muscular, oiled-up, bare-chested man on the cover.

“Yeah, Jean Lancaster is a literary genius,” you said, smiling fondly at the book. You had a brief moment of oblivious bliss before your eyes widened comically in horror, slapping a hand over your mouth.

Wanda laughed at your reaction. Hard. You briefly considered crawling into the darkest hole you could find and never coming out. But Wanda’s laughter was contagious, and you soon found yourself laughing along, books and blanket forgotten on your bed.

To your horror, Bucky chose that time to walk into the observation room. 

“What’s going on in here? I could hear you both down the hall-” he paused as he took in the sight in front of him. Wanda was almost red in the face from laughing so hard, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Your head whipped around to Wanda, your slightly puffy, watery eyes pleading. The look on your face set her off into another fit of hysterical giggles.

“Wanda?” he asked, completely taken aback.

“Wanda,” you whined, your voice pleading.

With what you assumed was immense difficulty, she managed to get a few words out. You strained to hear them between the giggles.

“It’s’ok, Bucky. Just bonding,” she said, throwing you a devious smirk. You shushed her as subtly as you could.

Bucky looked between the two of you, the confusion on his face as clear as day. She rolled her eyes at him. “Out, you big oaf. We’re going to have girl talk,” she said pushing him towards the door.

“But-” he began, but she gave him a shove out the door.

“I said girl talk, Barnes!” she said with pseudo anger. He whirled around to protest, but she simply waved at him happily as the doors shut in his face. “Keep him out for a while please, FRIDAY,” she said, turning back to you.

“As you wish, Ms. Maximoff,” FRIDAY said. You heard the door lock with a surprisingly loud thunk.

“So, lovely weather we’re having, eh?” you grinned nervously at her.

“No, no. We’re talking about this. You’re not getting out of this conversation by changing the subject,” she said, pulling a chair up to the large glass wall.

You groaned, plopping down on your bed. “Alright, which series are we starting with?” you asked her, resigning yourself to your fate.

She grinned happily at you before spurring onward into a tirade so impressive you thought it had to be rehearsed.

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

You talked with Wanda about romance novels for hours. You discussed your favorite authors and the best plot twists of each of your favorite books. You both commiserated over how much you hated badly written doe-eyed heroines with no backbone. There may or may not have been slight squealing over certain muscle-bound heroes you both liked. You debated on whether modern day romances were better, or if tragedy in classics like Romeo and Juliet were what made a romance truly great. Bucky had come by and dropped dinner off for the both of you. You both gave him distracted “thank you’s” before returning to your debate. While you ate, however, your conversation lulled. 

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, in between mouthfuls of mashed potatoes.

She looked up from her meal at you and smiled softly. She didn’t need to ask what you were talking about. “It’s alright,” she said before she took a bite of chicken. She grimaced at how dry it was a took a sip of the orange juice Bucky had brought them with their meals.

“Please tell me,” you said, braver than you felt. You nearly shriveled under the look she gave you. She assessed you coolly before speaking.

“Are you sure? It’s not a happy story.”

“I never thought it was. It must have been awful for Hydra to seem like an improvement…” you say meekly, not wanting your words to be taken as a challenge.

She sighed deeply, taking another sip of orange juice. She assessed you over the glass before setting it down.

Then, she told you everything.

She told you about her family that lived a hard but happy life together in Sokovia. Of the fighting that claimed her parents’ lives and nearly claimed her and her brother’s. How their thirst for vengeance against Tony Stark had driven them to nearly destroy the world. She told you, finally, of how her brother died on the floating death rock that was Sokovia, protecting Hawkeye and a small boy. She got very quiet at the last part. You could see it in her eyes- she was years and a thousand miles away, back in Sokovia.

“I’m sorry,” you croaked out. Your voice snapped her out of her reverie and she gave you a weak smile.

“You didn’t have to start crying, you know,” she said in a teasing tone that couldn’t quite hide how sad she sounded. You were crying? You reached up and felt your cheek. Yup, those were tears. You’d begun crying without even realizing it.

“I’m horrible for saying those things to you,” you said, rubbing your tears away with your sleeved arm.

“You didn’t know… and I’ve made plenty of mistakes. Mistakes I have to live with for the rest of my life. I suppose what I’m trying to say is: Don’t worry about it,” she said, smiling fondly at you.

You nodded, not trusting your voice to keep from cracking.

“Miss Maximoff, I’m sorry to interrupt ‘girl time,’ but Captain Rogers and Mister Wilson are back from their mission and request your presence for debriefing,” FRIDAY’s voice said over the room’s speaker system.

“Tell them I’ll be there in a moment, please, FRIDAY,” Wanda said to the VI.

“Right away, Miss Maximoff,” it responded.

“Duty calls,” she said as she got up and stretched, stiff from sitting for so long. “Are you done with your dinner?” she asked, motioning to the mostly empty plate in your lap.

You shoveled one last huge spoonful of mashed potatoes into your mouth and swallowed. “I am now,” you said, grinning impishly.

“Gross,” she said, smiling at you. “I’ll take it back with me,” she said, pressing the button to open up the hole in the wall. You stuck your plate through and she placed it and her glass on top of her own.

“Thanks,” you said, smiling up at her.

“Hey, what are friends for?” she said, smiling back. She looked pointedly at the books, then winked at you. “Enjoy.”

You groaned. “I hate you,” you said halfheartedly, unable to fight back a half smile.

“No you don’t,” she said cheerily, walking out of the room, doors shutting firmly behind her.

You sighed and carefully arranged Wanda’s books into a neat pile next to your bed. You absently wondered what time it was. There wasn’t a clock or window in your tiny room-cell. You laid back on your bed, snuggling up under the white and fuchsia blankets. It could be any time of the day, but you weren’t tired. You picked up a book and started reading.

You awoke to the sound of the doors to the observation room opening. You groaned, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You must have been more tired than you thought. You’d fallen asleep two and a half chapters into The Contest. It was such a racy read- you didn’t even think it was possible to fall asleep reading it.

You closed the book, put it down, and looked to see who had deemed you worthy of visiting.

You weren’t that surprised to see Bucky, but Steve standing there surprised you. ”And to what do I owe the pleasure, fellas?” you asked, watching them suspiciously.

“Bucky told me about you accepting our help. Wanda- though she won’t go into any specifics- has decided you’re most likely not a flight risk anymore,” Steve said, staring at you evenly. He paused. “Are you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“That depends on whether or not you try to feed me that bone dry chicken again or not,” you said, smirking. “It was like eating chicken-flavored sand.”

Bucky and the Cap smiled in unison, but Steve tried to look serious halfway through. It didn’t work, and your grin widened.

You let the joke sit for a moment before you sobered. “I’ll stick around for a while, Captain. Until this whole Hydra shitstorm blows over. Besides,” you said, glancing at Bucky, “I’ve gotten a very interesting proposal.”

“Please, call me Steve,” he said, pressing buttons on a panel you couldn’t see in front of him. A loud clunk to your left caught your attention. The door was ever so slightly ajar now. You looked back at them incredulously. You pointed at it and raised an eyebrow in question. Bucky snorted, smiling, and Steve smiled and nodded.

“FREEDOM!” you screeched, yanking the door open and throwing yourself bodily into the corridor. The super soldiers followed you into the hallway, alarmed. You ran down it, relishing the ability to move more than six feet in any one direction. They jogged after you, still confused. You suddenly whirled around to face them. “Kitchen,” you said simply. They pointed down the hallway. You sprinted down it. As you came upon an intersection, Bucky yelled to you.

“Left,” he said, finally catching up to you. But you were off again in a flash. He gestured helplessly at you to Steve who seemed amused by the whole situation. Bucky groaned and jogged after you, slowed down by his mostly-healed leg, Steve trailing closely behind.

By the time they’d arrived in kitchen, you’d already searched through most of the cupboards for the things you needed.

“Communal food rules?” you asked without looking at them as you continued to ransack the pantry.

“It’s open for everyone to use unless there’s a name on it. Never touch the prime cuts of steak, though. Sam forgets to write his name on them a lot and he’ll attempt to kill you if you eat ‘em,” Bucky said, leaning against the door frame as he watched you work.

“That’s only you, Bucky. He only gives the rest of us the cold shoulder for a day or two if we eat them,” Steve said, smiling at his friends’ shenanigans. He walked into the kitchen and sat on a stool at the island.  Bucky followed his lead and sat down next to him.

“I’m beginning to think he doesn’t like me very much,” Bucky said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

“What gave it away?” Steve asked, matching his sarcastic tone.

Bucky was about to respond, but you spoke before he could.

“What do you guys like in your pancakes?” you ask, having found a huge bowl and pancake mix.

“Banana,” said Bucky without skipping a beat.

“Blueberry,” Steve said just after that.

You nodded.

“Eggs?” you asked after you located a nice non-stick pan under the counter.

“Over-easy,” they both said in unison. You chuckled and nodded.

“Got it,” you said.

While the pans heated and fruit prepped, you portioned out the pancake mix, adding banana slices to one third, blueberries to another, and cinnamon and a handful of chocolate chips to the last. You pulled out the carton of eggs and a stick of butter.

“So I hate to ask- I don’t want to lose my homemade breakfast privileges- but what brought this on? Are you just really hungry?” Steve asked, watching you work with interest.

“She loves breakfast food,” Bucky said, smiling faintly as he watched you work.

You froze for a second- not long enough for them to notice. How did he know that? That wasn’t something many people knew about you, and he said it like it was as plain as day. If he was to be believed, your relationship with him during your time as a spy for Hydra was professional (not to mention very, very evil). Were you even yourself while you were brainwashed? Did your love of breakfast food somehow transcend brainwashing? Or was there something he wasn’t telling you?

“Who doesn’t love breakfast food?” you said as cheerily as you could manage. Neither Steve nor Bucky seemed to notice anything off about your tone. They were too enraptured by the food cooking on the stove.

“Amen to that,” Bucky said, watching as you flipped the pancakes perfectly. In between flipping enormous pancakes and their over-easy eggs, you pulled out three huge plates. As the food finished cooking, you tossed it onto their plates, doing increasingly difficult flips as you went. A behind-the-back-halfway-across-the-kitchen-pancake-flip earned a low, impressed whistle from Bucky and a round of applause from Steve. You finished scrambling your eggs and shoveled them from the pan onto your plate. You grabbed syrup and whipped cream from the fridge and placed them on the counter, set your plate down, and took a seat next to Bucky at the kitchen island.

“Thanks, (Y/N),” Steve said, lightly salting and peppering his eggs.

“Bonne apétit, garçons,” you said, taking a moment to appreciate your handiwork.

To your shock, you realized your beautiful three-stack cinnamon-chocolate pancake pile had been infiltrated by a banana pancake. It sat smugly in the middle, taunting you. You realized Bucky must have swapped one of his for yours when you weren’t looking.

“Oi,” you said, turning to look at Bucky.

“Is there a problem, sweetheart?” he asked, smiling at you innocently.

You opened your mouth to say something, but then the smell hit you. Cinnamon-chocolate-banana perfection, sitting there on your plate. You closed your mouth and stared at the pancakes in awe. 

“Nothing,” you said, throwing some softened butter onto your stack of pancakes. You heard him chuckle under his breath.

“Looks delicious, кукла. Спасибо за еду,” Bucky said as he reached for the syrup the same time you did. Your hands collided midair.  

And just like that, the world exploded around you. The only thing you felt before the world went black was the rending pain in your head. You swore your head was collapsing in on itself.


Chapter 5

Permanent tag list for all future fanfic chapters I release below the cut. If you’d like to be added /ask me or like this post.

Keep reading

Here’s an idea:

A therapist specializing in dealing with Superheroes and Super Villains

Wether it’s some horrible injustice that turned someone to a life of villainy, or a crippling guilt complex that leads to you being a hero the fact is that the ‘Super’ life does not come without it’s baggage. We always joke about how some of these people just need a therapist badly, so why not there be one?

Maybe she was a superhero herself at one point and decided to devote her time to helping her fellow hero. Maybe she has a power that lets her jump into people’s minds and everyone was iffy about her fighting crime because mind control is morally questionable, so she uses it instead to get personal with her clients and truly learn what they’re feeling.

I dunno, just a thought I had

The Date [Kenji Katsaros]

Authors Note: I finally finished this wooo!!! I wanted this to be short and casual but apparently I don’t know how to do that lol. I hope that if you take time to read this you enjoy it even though it’s a mess honestly. Feedback and comments are always welcome, and I want to thank everyone who supported me. It truly means a lot ❣

*: I need to add that i got this idea from a post that said something like “What if MC and Kenji like each other but as heroes MC and Talos don’t get along?”

I fix my skirt once again with my hands before entering the luxurious bar. I look up to see the neon lights illuminate part of the building and its surroundings. Is he trying to impress me?

I start to look around, observing carefully the strange faces walking along the sidewalk as I look for my date. My date, how nice does that sound? The loud music from inside echoes all the way to where I’m standing; the beat booming through the walls.

“Hey!” Someone says behind me; trying to get my attention. I turn around to find the owner of the voice and I see him. He’s wearing that same red hoodie and yellow shirt I saw him in earlier today. Who knew yellow and red could go so well together?

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I'm crying at that Shawn dad blurb thingy you wrote like that is such a Shawn thing to do and when he's letting you rest or when you were at your girls night he would be like "holy shit how does y/n do this when I'm gone" and ugh him trying to make Mickey Mouse pancakes but failing and one of the kiddos go "daddy, this doesn't look like Mickey Mouse" and ugh he needs to father my children

I really think he would be so taking back, impressed and in awe of how strong and amazing and independent his wife really is, you know? I think Shawn would truly value what kind of hero she had to be whenever he wasn’t home, dealing with kids and boring house stuff and her work as well. I honestly believe he would be so impressed and I really do believe he’d say something about her being a hero to him and their kids to her because he’s just so proud of how hard she’s working on herself and her career but also their little family.

And I can totally see Shawn failing the pancakes like “mommy’s look better” “I know, kiddo. I know” 

Or trying to get the kids ready for bed when they’re the most hyper and doesn’t want to sleep and just being all over the place. “Daddy, that’s not my pyjamas” “No daddy, I want the pink one on” “Daddy that’s Skylar’s teddy, where’s mine?” “Daddy, I have to pee”

anonymous asked:

It's funny how you Jonerys shippers all think Jon fans find Daeny a threat because she fulfills some prophecies Jon also does and this is why they don't ship them. I can say the opposite for Daeny fans because y'all are so adamant about Jon not being legitimate because if he were his claim would be better than Daeny's. Is R+L=J that big of a threat to you? Do you want her to be queen so badly that you ignore Jon might be legitimate?

Are you the same anon also sending question to @mudinyourlungs

Doesn’t matter, I’ll still answer you and hopefully you won’t have any more questions after this.

I can say the opposite for Daeny fans because y'all are so adamant about Jon not being legitimate because if he were his claim would be better than Daeny’s.

No, Jon does not actually have a better claim than Dany’s. You see when The World of Ice and Fire was published we learned a piece of information that might not have seemed that important at first glance but it was. We learned that King Aerys upon the death of his son and heir Rhaegar named his second son Viserys his heir, skipping over Rhaegar’s line. 

What does this mean? Well, it means that the Targaryen line of succession now runs through VIserys, not Rhaegar. From the main series we know that when Aerys died Queen Rhaella crowned Visery’s King at Dragsotne, making him the Head of House Targaryen. Visery’s in turn named Daenerys’ his heir, in fact that’s how she’s first introduced to us as the Princess of Dragonstone (the title given to the heir). The last Targaryen King named her his heir and therefore upon his death she became both Queen and Head of House Targaruen. Period. 

So, even if Jon was legitimate he would come second to her because he comes from a line that was skipped over and frankly he was never names as a Targaryen or was ever heir to a King. Finally, although precedent has not allowed a female Targaryen to rule, there is no law saying they can’t rule. 

Is R+L=J that big of a threat to you?

Not at all actually. It’s a tragedy that caused an entire country to be ripped apart, thousands died and Rhaegar’s entire family almost dying with him because of his and his father’s recklessness. 

Do you want her to be queen so badly that you ignore Jon might be legitimate?

To the first part of this question, Dany is already Queen. So there is no need for me to want her to be Queen. She is Queen in her own right as conqueror, by marriage as khaleesi and by heritage as a Targaryen. Queen three times over, Jon being legitimate doesn’t take that away from her. 

Now to the second part of your question. If you are a book reader, did you ever wonder why the character of Young Griff, i.e. Aegon was introduce? Of course he’s there to be an obstacle for Dany but he’s serving another purpose. You have a young man, who is coming out of nowhere claiming to be the dead son of Rhaegar Targayen. He has the Valyrian look and the education to potentially fool people into believing it.  Dany as the “Slayer of Lies” is obviously going to unmask this imposter. 

So, what does this have to do with Jon’s potential legitimacy? A lot actually. After the unmasking of fAegon how do you think the Westerosi noble will react to yet another young man coming out of nowhere claiming to be the unknown son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark? However, unlike fAegon he does look Valyrian and is the known bastard of the very honorable Ned Stark. Do you think they’ll be like, “OMG of course this is the REAL son of Rhaegar not that other guy who totally sort of looked like him, no, no, this is the real one.” I don’t know about you but I don’t think that’s how they’ll react. They are going to roll their eyes at yet another pretender and a bad one at that, the honorable Ned Stark claimed him as his son, so it has to be true. 

The appearance of Young Griff/fAegon pretty much makes it impossible for Jon’s heritage to become public. I’m not saying that Jon, Dany and the Starks won’t know, they’ll know but it’ll be a family secret because no one will truly believe them. 

Finally, I’m going to briefly address something I’ve address a shit ton of times: why Jon is a bastard.

From the moment we are introduced to Jon we learn that being a bastard in Westeros is an awful stigma, they are mistrusted and seen in the most negative light, like being a bastard makes them naturally bad or something. 

So then we have Jon, a known bastard, helping to gather the forces of Westeros to defeat a threat that would destroy them all if not stopped, helping to lead the living against the dead, fighting alongside his men, and kicking all kinds of ass. All the heroism, all the sacrifice, all the awesomeness, and he’s his a BASTARD!? You don’t fucking say!

Yes! I do say. All you people distrusting a bastard and look who’s saving your ass. Proving to the not-so-good people of Westeros that you don’t need a name to be a good man and to be a hero. 

So, if Jon were to be legitimate and everyone finds out, what does that say? Well it proves them right, because this hero was never truly a bastard he was a prince all along. Of course he was, a bastard could never do that, they can’t be trusted.

I say, fuck you Westorosis, a bastard and an exiled Queen with a bad attitude are about to save your ass.

More random twin headcanons:

  • water is something that both of them value, but in very different ways

  • (to Leia, it’s a reminder of Alderaan and it’s oceans, of swimming in them with her father and Winter, of everything she’s lost. When she first sees a lake again after it happened, she almost breaks down crying.)

  • (to Luke, desert raised as he is, it’s a miracle. The first time he has an actual water shower, he shuts it down again after a second, because he can’t stop seeing little Amee Sunrider who almost died of thirst, and wonder why it is that water is wasted here when people need it so much elsewhere.)

  • growing up they always knew something (someone) was missing

  • Luke is deeply religious. It’s not something that’s obvious, the religion of the children of the desert is, after all, a religion practiced in a big part by slaves, and they keep it a secret, because if the masters don’t know about it, they can’t take it away. But that doesn’t mean they believe any less. And Luke, freeborn though he is, is one of them.

  • He loves the legends of his people. He remembers every single one of them, and he is an amazing story teller.

  • Sometimes, when the times are dire, he tells some of them to Leia, Han and the Rogues. It’s a sign of how much he trusts them, even though they don’t realize it.

  • After Endor, he makes a point to tell Leia all of the stories he knows.

  • Leia is not particularly religious. She believes in the mother goddess of Alderaan, but religion is just not a big part of her life.

  • She never stops believing in the goddess of Alderaan, but at some point she starts believing in the Tatooinian mother goddess, too. Sometimes, she wonders whether maybe they are the same goddess, just on different planets.

  • Though Naboo too prays to a mother goddess, neither of the twins ever truly connect to this religion.

  • Leia was a Jedi fangirl. Bail tried to talk her out of it, but ten year old Leia thought Jedi to be the most fascinating thing ever.

  • Luke hated the Empire from the moment he first read the sociology curriculum they gave to the schools and recognized most phrases as used by slavers, too.

  • Leia’s favorite teacher was a woman named Sabe, who sometimes looked at her sadly and told her she reminded her of an old friend

  • they bond quickly after Yavin, so quickly that it almost scares them

  • Imperial propaganda likes to make them out as secret lovers

  • they always laugh about that

  • it’s not unusual to find them somewhere asleep together, limbs tangled

  • Luke is one of the few people (the others are Winter and later Leia’s daughter) allowed to braid Leia’s hair

  • he knows that it’s a sign of trust and family from her

  • she likes to tell him Alderaani legends or childhood memories while he carefully does her hair

  • Leia is not particularly impressed by Obi-Wan Kenobi. Her father always made him out to be a hero, a brilliant warrior and good strategist, but… that’s not really what she saw

  • and his lies to Luke only make things worse

  • they like dancing together

  • Luke tries to teach Leia to cook. She gives up quickly, claiming that between Luke, Han and Chewie, she won’t need it anyway

  • they are never truly alone. The other is always only one thought away

I honestly hadn’t realized it before yesterday, but I’ve got some pretty strong feelings about Captain America

In a way I guess I should be glad this happened.  Before yesterday I considered myself a pretty big Cap fan, but I’d never really sat down and thought about how much the character and what he stands for actually mean to me, and how much of an influence he was on me and the way I look at the world.

I’ve been reading Captain America comics for damn near forty years at this point; one thing that’s been consistent in all that time is that Steve Rogers is one of the few superheroes who doesn’t have any kind of ulterior motive or tragic backstory behind why he’s a hero.  He doesn’t do what he does because he made a mistake that he’s trying to atone for.   He’s not doing it because he has incredible godlike powers and he feels like he’d be wasting them if he didn’t try to make a difference.  He doesn’t do what he does because he lost someone, and he’s fighting for their memory.  He does it because it’s the right thing to do and it needs to be done, and to him it truly is =that simple=.  That more than anything else is the core of his character, and retroactively inserting into his backstory that he’s always been a HYDRA agent is an utter betrayal of that concept.

Here’s is a very important thing about Steve Rogers, and about specifically Steve Rogers as Captain America; Steve Rogers is a white guy.  Steve is, by design, a capital letters White Guy.  He’s blond-haired, blue-eyed, six foot four, and he’s built like a brick shithouse ate a brick shithouse.  He is in every way the living embodiment of Hitler’s Aryan ideal.  Yet the first thing – the FIRST THING – we see this character do is punch Adolf Hitler right in the mouth.  It’s a direct subversion of the very idea of the “Aryan ideal”, an indisputably clear signal that screams “You’re wrong.  I am obviously part of what you call the “Master Race”, and I think you’re an asshole.”  That’s an extremely powerful statement.  It still is today and it was even moreso when Simon and Kirby made it, more than a year before the US actually entered the war.  But when this White Guy stands up and says he’s fighting for “America”, you =never= get the feeling that he’s excluding anyone.  Are you an Amercian?  Do you want to be an American?  Do you believe in life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, and that all men AND WOMEN are created equal? Then it doesn’t matter who you are or where you were born or what color your skin is, Steve Rogers will fight to his last breath to keep you safe.

The whole point of the article I just posted a link to captures my feelings about the matter perfectly.  I KNOW this isn’t a permanent change.  I KNOW this is going to be undone.  That’s not the problem.  That’s not remotely what I or anybody else is upset about.    

I’m not upset about it because I think it’s permanent.  I’m upset about it because it happened at all.  I’m upset about it because Captain America is apparently in the hands of stewards who have such a poor understanding of who he is and what he means that they didn’t realize what a terrible idea this was.  It doesn’t matter how this story is resolved, how long it lasts, or how good it is.  The damage is done.  The very center of the character of Steve Rogers has been betrayed, and they can’t take that back.  I keep thinking about what Tom Brevoort said in that interview with Time – “There should be a feeling of horror or unsettledness at the idea that somebody like this can secretly be part of this organization. There are perfectly normal people in the world who you would interact with on a professional level or personal level, and they seem like the salt of the earth but then it turns out they have some horrible secret — whether it’s that they don’t like a certain group of people or have bodies buried in their basement.”  Well, yes. That’s a thing that’s happening a LOT these days.  And yes, there are a lot of people like that (way more than I’m comfortable with, honestly) in America.  But here’s the very simple thing you and Nick Spencer don’t seem to understand.

Steve Rogers isn’t one of those people.  Period.  He never has been and he never will be.  And you turning him into one of those people is shameful.

The point of Captain America isn’t to be a mirror for the not-so-great aspects (or any aspects) of America.  Captain America is supposed to show us what we can be, if we try hard enough; if we believe in the ideals this country was founded on, and we’re brave enough to fight for them.  Not just for rich people, not just for white people, not just for people who were lucky enough to be born here, but for everyone.  For anyone.  Yes it sounds corny and cheesy; no it’s not edgy, no it’s not “cool”.  It’s not supposed to be.  It’s supposed to be right.  

Captain America isn’t a reflection of what we are.  Captain America is a beacon, to light the way to what we know we can be.

anonymous asked:

Do you think that percico really has a chance of happening in canon? I don't mean like Rick is gonna make them happen but based on the story. I think that it's unlikely because even after I re read that part in hoh with bob saying 'nico said Percy was a friend' or something like that and percy felt guilty it didn't strike me as real guilt you know? I think that canon based Jasico is more likely to happen. I would love to hear your thoughts about canon Percy/jasico

Okay so some people may disagree with me here, but this is just what I took from reading both series and from analyzing it with psychology and stuff like that.

I do feel Jason would have been the more likely choice out of Percy and Jason. Obviously, Rick has implied that Nico is/might end up with Will, but something just kind of seemed off or rushed with that. Like he felt he needed to pair everyone off. I do think he might have intended, at some point, to pair Nico with Jason. But I’ll get more into that in a second.

Percy is and always will be the original shipping pair that people put Nico with. He was the only likely choice, at least in the original series. Nico didn’t really match well with anyone else. Percy and Nico do follow a very old Greek tradition, which can also be found in historical figures like Achilles and Patroclus. And, yes, back then, it was very common for the more experience warrior to have a sexual relationship with the younger one. That’s a whole different topic, though.

However, I don’t necessarily feel that Percy is the best choice for Nico these days. Nico is a very damaged soul. He’s been through a lot in his lifetime. That’s not calling him weak, it’s just stating that he’s been through a hard life. This is the same reason that Nico would probably never be the top in a relationship. He wants to be loved, he seeks approval. We see that heavily in the first series when he is constantly trying to seek the approval of Percy in the last book. Nico is going to be the type to be grumpy and try to act like he hates getting attention. And he might dislike getting it, from large crowds or people he’s not comfortable with. However, the same shouldn’t be said for someone he’s interested in. Which is why I say that he’s going to want affection dotted on him, rather than him being the one to do it to someone else. He’s the type of person that would want to be held, rather than hold someone else. This is something a lot of shippers overlook when making their placement for top/bottom. It’s a very psychological concept that people need to keep in mind.

So my point is that Percy is very dense and is oblivious to like everything. That’s not the kind of person Nico needs. And I think Nico realized that in the final book of Heroes of Olympus. It might have been rushed, or just out of nowhere, but I think it was appropriate. Percy is hot, nobody can dispute that. But you can be purely attracted to someone, yet know that they are not the kind of person you want to date. And that is what Percy is to Nico. He did hero worship Percy and that did turn into a crush, but Nico realized it was nothing more than that. Percy probably wouldn’t notice if Nico got upset with him, or maybe touch Nico when he didn’t want to be touched. Nico is someone that needs an attentive lover. Percy does care about his friends, but he also has a habit of letting them down. He forgets. So I just don’t think Percy is what Nico truly needs out of a relationship.

Now for Jason.

Jason is the more compassionate of the two. Originally, I thought he would be a carbon copy of Percy, which he was until Mark of Athena. Then he started showing signs of being intelligent outside of just combat. He took notice of his surroundings better. He actually tries to be friends with everyone, including Nico as time goes on. He wants to be friends with you, whereas Percy doesn’t really care. That’s not saying Percy is a bad person. Percy is more of the bad boy/skater, someone that is up to no good. Jason is the guy that you could bring home to meet your parents without having to worry about how he would behave, and know that they would love him.

In House of Hades, I started noticing a lot with Jason that seemed to hint that he was bisexual, or maybe pansexual. Something along those lines. I say bi because most of the book consisted of Jason needing to choose between two things. My original thought was that he was going to have to choose between Piper and Nico, or maybe just foreshadowing that he also was attracted to guys. I never really liked Jason and Piper’s relationship, to be honest. And that was even before I shipped Jason with Nico. They just never seemed authentic, you know? I always got this feeling that they were letting those false memories influence feelings towards each other, or perhaps it was Piper being a daughter of Aphrodite. Jason even said he thought she was influencing his thoughts to keep him from thinking about Reyna at one point. Can we really be sure that’s not the same reason he stayed with her?

I did seem to get a lot of Jasico foreshadowing in House of Hades, though. The Cupid’s arrow thing really stood out to me. Or that Jason would have to make a choice, when he was talking to the wind god. And the god seemed to hint that he didn’t mean just choose between Greek and Roman. Not to mention that Jason was checking Nico out.

I’ve said it before, but I believe that Rick was going to set Jasico up as canon from the point of House of Hades. It’s just that everything in that book that consisted of the two of them, or even just Jason, seemed to point to it. And it sort of got backed up more with the early chapters of Blood of Olympus. I think that Rick just didn’t have the time to do so. He would have had to break Piper and Jason up, kill her, or just never had them date in the first place. Either of the first two would have meant Jason would have needed some time before getting into another relationship. Or perhaps the publishers didn’t like the idea of golden boy Jason, one of the seven, being in a relationship with another guy. I don’t think Rick would have a problem with it certainly.

We’ll never know. But I do think Jason is the more plausible choice if you are looking for someone to pair Nico with. And I mean that out of everyone. Yes, you can ship whatever you want, that’s all fine and good. However, from a psychological standpoint, especially from someone that has studied relationships, Jason will always be the best choice for Nico.

And before I get any retorts to that: Which of the two, Will and Jason(since I know Solangelo will be all over this with my final comment), actually hesitated and wanted permission before making physical contact with a boy that is clearly not comfortable with random touching?


And it’s nothing against Percico or Solangelo, because I like all three ships. I’m just saying through studying all of them, Jason is my personal choice. Will has the issue that we don’t know enough about him to decide anything. Most people base their image of Will’s personality off of one or two of the artists here on tumblr that sort of gives him a life of their choosing. Just keep in mind that those are not actually canon. That is my main point here: we don’t know enough about Will to properly compare him in this.

Hero of the Day - The amazing Miss Cook

So if you’re not familiar with Lisa, aka theMissCook, this little shenanigan is one of my favorite Tumbles, (phrasing).  An amazing amount of sass and smartassitude, (real word), Lisa is a delightful little trouble maker.  Her antics, escapades, rants, Archer excerpts, music diatribes, (ask her about NIN and Slipknot.  Go ahead!), and workout stories are already a thing of Tumblr legend.  

But what makes her a Hero to me is that behind that delightful smirk is a truly incredible woman.  She is fearlessly honest about herself.  While she does it in a joking, backhand way, she has shared and confronted her personal demons live, and in front of our studio audience.  What sets her apart, in my eyes, is that she doesn’t just drive-by bitch, (like I do), she actually does something about it.  Even if it’s a baby step, she takes the steps she needs to go in the right direction.  This is a woman who decided she didn’t want to be overweight, and by discipline and sheer force of will, lost over 150 lbs. Her example has been a consistent inspiration to me.

I don’t claim she’s perfect.  I simply think she’s exceptional and extraordinary. The only thing she SUCKS at, (phrasing), is giving herself a little credit.  And that’s where this post comes in.  Because if it’s posted on the Internet, it MUST be true, (Abraham Lincoln, 1865).  

My dear, if I wore one, my hat would be off to you.  Without your inspiration, I wouldn’t have made it 4 miles running yesterday.  And you are a consistent smile to me. The girl is post-op today, having successfully gone through her second surgery for thyroid cancer, so if you know her, reach out and give our little Frankenneck some love, what say?