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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you perchance write some stuff between a villain and the hero's significant other or something? Like the villain has feelings for the hero's beloved and uses this as a reason to hate the hero? (Sorry if this is worded so poorly, English isn't my first language)

1) “They’re not good enough for you,” the villain said.
“They’re not the ones who kidnapped me and tied me to a chair.”
“I’m not going to hurt you.” They had the audacity to look offended, as if being attacked or murdered for rejecting a man’s advances wasn’t all too real or common without putting a super-villain into the mix.


2) “You don’t get to use me as an excuse! I’m not a prize to be won.”
“I love you.”
“Oh, please. You don’t even care about me, you just want what [hero] has. At least have the guts to own up to that.”
The villain’s face closed off and they stepped closer. “What [hero] has? You say that is if you belong to them – does that not make you their prize?”


3) “I trusted you, and you fell for my enemy.” The villain spoke quietly, not looking over at them as their heart pounded in their chest and their mind raced through possible actions.
“I didn’t – I didn’t do it to hurt you.” They reached out to touch, to soothe, but a hand caught their wrist in an unforgiving grip. Their insides jolted.


4) “I will never forgive them for stealing you.”
“You can’t steal people.”


5) “What makes them so much better than me?”
“It’s not a fucking competition.”
“Of course it’s a competition, and I won’t lose you!”
The silence settled thick between them. “That’s why,” the beloved bit out. “Right there, that’s why.”


6) “When did you stop loving me?”

  • J'onn: So. Who broke it? I’m not mad. I just want to know.
  • Alex: I did. I broke it...
  • J'onn: No. No, you didn’t. Kara?
  • Kara: Don’t look at me. Look at Winn.
  • Winn: What?! I didn’t break it.
  • Kara: Huh, that’s weird. How did you even know it was broken?
  • Winn: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Kara: Suspicious.
  • Winn: No it’s not!
  • James: If it matters, probably not... Lucy was the last one to use it.
  • Lucy: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • James: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Lucy: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles. Everyone knows that, James!
  • Alex: Alright let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, J'onn.
  • J'onn: No. Who broke it?
  • Winn: [whispering] J'onn, Maggie's been awfully quiet.
  • Maggie: Really?!
  • Winn: Yeah, really!
  • :
  • J'onn: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict ten minutes from now, they’ll be at each other’s throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick. Good. It was getting a little chummy around here.

literally where’s my thinkpiece on the trend in high fashion to cast models who have physiological characteristics that make them look like hybrid child-adults… it’s such a specific look and it makes my skin crawl!! it’s not even about being thin anymore it’s about looking like you’re an adult 14-year-old. 

anonymous asked:

I'm still salty about Rhys's comment that Cassian would sleep with Feyre if she wanted to though, that's like the last thing Cassian would do :(

I totally get you nonnie, because there are some weird ways that the Inner Circle talks about Cassian re: sex. I don’t think that Rhys actually believed it though? He wasn’t being literal. We have to look at the context of the discussion and who Rhys is, what we know about how he interacts with Feyre (especially at this time since they are still… figuring things out), what he and Feyre were doing at the time. Here is the comment:

“Cassian tried to convince me last night not to take you. I thought he might even punch me.”
“Why?” I barely knew him.
“Who knows? With Cassian, he’s probably more interested in fucking you than protecting you.”
“You’re a pig.”
“You could, you know,” Rhys said, holding up the branch of a scrawny beech for me to slip under. “If you needed to move on in a physical sense, I’m sure Cassian would be more than happy to oblige.”
It felt like a test in itself. And it pissed me off enough that I crooned, “Then tell him to come to my room tonight.”

This scene is when they are going to the Weaver, and Rhys has a history of… goading Feyre, when she is upset for various reasons. He distracts her by annoying her, by pushing her buttons. I don’t think that his comment should be taken literally in any way. I mean… Rhys is clearly in love with Feyre, why would he actually suggest that??? And she recognizes what he is doing, moments later:

“A dangerous line—one Rhys was forcing me to walk to keep me from thinking about what I was about to face, about what a wreck I was inside.

Anger, this … flirtation, annoyance … He knew those were my crutches.

What I was about to encounter, then, must be truly harrowing if he wanted me going in there mad—thinking about sex, about anything but the Weaver of the Wood.”

However, there is a history of people making jokes about Cassian, but in this scene he gives shit back to Amren just as easily:

“No one warming your bed right now, Cassian? It must be so hard to be an Illyrian and have no thoughts in your head save for those about your favorite part.”
“You know I’m always happy to tangle in the sheets with you, Amren,” Cassian said, utterly unfazed by the silver eyes, the power radiating from her every pore. “I know how much you enjoy Illyrian—”

There was another comment on that post (I’m assuming your ask is a response to that) that explained how Cassian would have actually reacted to that situation of Feyre coming to him, and yeah, he is not actually up for sex with whoever the hell Rhys sends his way. And if we were to look at this from a different perspective, if Cassian were female, then we would definitely be looking at this as a sort-of taking away of his bodily autonomy, basically?

But this quote here is what makes me think that he is willing to play this role in particular circumstances, for the benefit of his friends, in a way:

“We’d just appeared in the mud outside the little house when Cassian drawled from behind us, “Well, it’s about time.”
The savage, wild snarl that ripped out of Rhys was like nothing I’d heard, and I gripped his arm as he whirled on Cassian.
Cassian looked at him and laughed.
But the Illyrian warriors in the camp began shooting into the sky, hauling women and children with them.
“Hard ride?” Cassian tied back his dark hair with a worn strap of leather.
Preternatural quiet now leaked from Rhys where the snarl had erupted a moment before. And rather than see him turn the camp to rubble I said, “When he bashes your teeth in, Cassian, don’t come crying to me.”
Cassian crossed his arms. “Mating bond chafing a bit, Rhys?”
Rhys said nothing.
Cassian snickered. “Feyre doesn’t look too tired. Maybe she could give me a ride—”
Rhys exploded.”

TBH, the way that Cassian is acting here is so like Mor - pretending to think this is funny, while also preparing himself for what he knows is coming, what he has baited Rhys into. It was necessary. He doesn’t literally think that Feyre will have sex with him. Just like Rhys never literally intended for her to approach Cassian. So… if you look at the context, think about what we know about the characters, I don’t see this as being such a problem as some others seem to.

If there is more evidence I would love to see it, if it challenges my ideas or not, because I honestly haven’t really spent any time thinking about this in too much detail - mostly because I don’t think that the Inner Circle is dysfunctional or that Cassian in any way is somehow… the victim of their disregard or disrespect. I almost didn’t even want to go into this aspect of Cassian’s character because… fandom history. I’d like to explore more of his character, either way. So that he isn’t just seen as a trope or a stereotype of himself. BUT, I think that if you look at his character’s parallels with Mor, the way that he is basically… subtly taking care of various needs? We get a lot deeper.

I was looking at some of Pako’s twitter art and one of the first comments on one of the pieces was “Do you take requests?”

Like, Pako’s a professional artist. They’ve done shit in games, anime, and manga.

And some chucklefuck rolls up like “Do you take requests?” not even a “Do you take commissions because you are a hard working artist who deserves compensation for the years of effort you’ve put into perfecting your artstyle?”

You don’t just walk up to a goddamned professional and ask “Hey will you take time out of your busy day and give me free shit?”

Baccano!  {Sentence Starters}

  • “It is useless to even think about it, I think.”
  • “I can’t put up with that, tedium is a crime! Death to tedium!”
  • “Oh boy, I went and said a thing of actual intelligence there.”
  • “Let me tell you how important it is to keep your mouth shut.”
  • “If you say you don’t know, or something, I won’t forgive you!”
  • “Look, there are powers in this world you clearly don’t understand.”
  • “It doesn’t matter who I am. You can just think of me as the talking air.”
  • “I’m going to kill you, have a beautiful laugh, then dance until I go mad.”
  • “The times when you want to cry are when you have to try your hardest.”
  • “I don’t know exactly what’s going on, but may we continue fighting please?”
  • “We have no reason to fear death, for we have become ghosts while still alive.”
  • “There’s no such thing as a limit on being the best. You can always go for more.”
  • “No, it’s good, money is good. I’m not sure why, but everyone says money is good.”
  • “Could you please listen to this selfish request of mine? Please, don’t forget about me.”
  • “Wipe your tears and come sit with us! Let’s eat some Chinese food together! It’s all you can eat!”
  • “I’ll say no! Lemme say that again! No! Once more for good measure! Read my lips! N-O! NO!”
  • “Even though we are going to shatter thousands of lives, wearing white is gonna make the blood look so pretty.”
  • “The more comfortable someone is with killing, the more they flap their mouth when it comes time to do the deed.”
  • “First, you’d whisper your promises into their ears, getting them interested, and before they knew it, they’d be eating out of your goddamn hand.”

megansarah11  asked:

#78 please

78:  “That’s my shirt. So is that..wait?”

I didn’t want to go with the “Caroline steals Klaus’ shirts” idea, ‘cause its been done a lot…and yes I love it! But I wanted to do something different O.o hopefully you’ll like it? On FF

Also, If you want one!

The Next Step

Before Caroline could even ring the doorbell, Klaus opened the door, “Come on in Caroline.”

“Ok then…you look pretty eager, what’s going on? Who did you kill this time?” she asked suspiciously.

“No one you’d know.”

“Goodie.” the sarcasm heavy in her voice and she rolled her eyes, “So, why did I absolutely have to come here, instead of my lovely apartment?”

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like, i can deal with a certain number of bullshit but as far as I’m concerned, 13-year old Uchiha Sarada-chan’s minidress-and-heels combo in the new Boruto manga exceeds even the Bleach ending in my Bullshit Meter and I am not acknowledging that outfit ever. in my entire life.

that series can go burn in hell for giving my baby girl that outfit.

she’s a child. the child of two of the smartest and most practical people in Konoha.

bring back the original Kishimoto design, it was cute and functional and a signature look. why did you change that in the first place. why was only her outfit changed. what the fresh hell is happening, what in tarnation went into someone’s head to say “oh cool ok let’s give this outfit so a THIRTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL WHO REGULARLY DOES ROUND-HOUSE FLYING KICKS”

LOOK AT IT, IT’S NOT EVEN A ROMPER. IT’S A FUCKING DRESS.

I COULD ACCEPT???? IF IT WAS A ROMPER??? BUT NO IT ISN’T.

A ROMPER WOULDA BEEN CUTE!!! SASUKE HAD A ROMPER! IT WORKED! NO MATTER HOW MUCH OF A FASHION DISASTER THAT WAS!

AND THE HEELS!!! ARE TOO HIGH!!! BABY GIRL WILL SPRAIN HER ANKLE IF SHE MISSTEPS!!!

i’m all for cute minidress and heels but as like… casual wear or a party outfit??? but Baby Salad is a baby child who kicks ass and has a very physical fighting style, there ain’t no way she’s wearing that to battle, there ain’t no way Papa Sauce or Mamakura or The Friendly Neighborhood Ghost of Uchiha Itachi or any adult for that matter will let her out the fucking house to go in a mission like that.

it makes me wanna reach out into the screen and cover the girl with her dad’s ugly-ass hobo poncho.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” Lilith said once Cassandra had arrived at the venue. “We have a lot to talk about.”

“I know, I know. We’ll get to it later. It’s been crazy.” Cassandra replied, then changed the subject. “I had a feeling our dresses were going to match.”

“I wonder why. It’s not like you’ve known me all my life.” Lilith teased.

Cassandra turned her attention toward the rest of the group. “By the way, how were you guys even able to come to prom? I thought it was upperclassmen only.”

“Jeez, Cassandra. Don’t be ageist.” Dustin scolded.

“Yeah, you of all people.” Dirk scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m just kidding. Let’s head inside–they’re doing pictures.”

lilith-hell-bringer  asked:

How do you make your sketches and random drawings or even just doodles so freaking awesome?! Like holy cow you got such skills that even the messy sketches have so much to look at! Looks energetic and lovely!! (Also I noticed most of my asks here are just me fangirling over your amazing art lol who to blame tho? You are just so cool and talented) k my point is that your art is awesome in every form I love it and you are so cool and holy cow i luv u ok bye!❤

I dont deserve so much loveliness in one message!!! Thank you this is made me really happy and i will look at this message whenever i feel down! you are super nice and lovely and I hope you have a good day! 

Find Out Who You Are - Part 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Tag list: @kamuithedragonlord, @batfamily-imagines, @birbs-and-the-bat, @queen-of-all-the-fandoms, @sad-horchata


“So, it looks like your mom was here not too long ago.” Zatanna said as John cast the spell. “She may still be close by.”

Y/N smiled and took a deep breath. Even though she had been waiting her entire life to find this woman, she wasn’t sure what she was going to do when she finally met her. Would they talk? Would she finally have a mother? She didn’t need a parent, she was grown up and taking care of herself, but still it would be nice to have a connection to the woman who gave birth to her.

“You know, M’gann is the mind reader, but I am pretty sure I can tell what you are thinking.” Conner said quietly. Y/N looked up at him in surprise. “I can’t tell you that I know how you feel, but I can tell you that it was weird meeting Superman. It is a completely different circumstance, I know, but if you get the chance to meet your mom and have a relationship with her, you should take it.” Y/N smiled and took his hand.

“I’m glad you came with me.” She said quietly as her thumb brushed over his knuckles.

“Okay, lovebirds, we have a location.” John said as he finished with the spell.

“Sounds like that is one less thing I have to do myself.” A new voice said from behind them. They turned to find a tall man standing there. He was tall and obviously strong. He wore a dark long sleeved shirt and jeans. He was not a striking man, he was not the most handsome being to ever exist, but he did have one feature worth noting: he had bright, sparkling, e/c eyes.

“Can we help you, mate?” John said in a congenial tone. He stepped in front of Y/N and smiled at the newcomer. “We were just heading off to see the sites. New Orleans is such a nice tourists attraction, don’t ya think?”

“Yes. If only we were tourists.” The man smirked. “I believe you have something that belongs to me.”

“You are going to have to be more specific than that.” John laughed. “I have a lot of things that belong to other people.”

“You have my daughter.” The man’s smile shrunk quite a bit. “And you know how to find my wife.”

“Oh, well, now that you mention it. I may have seen a little tot running around earlier. Didn’t take her though, that would have been kidnapping. As for your wife, maybe you should call her?” John said as he slowly reached a hand into his jacket. Before he could pull out whatever he was reaching for, the man loudly chanted a spell. In a plume of smoke, Conner, Zatanna, and Constantine all disappeared and Y/N found herself alone with the man.

“Well, hello there, my love.” The man smiled. “I have been looking for you for quite a while.”

Y/N felt a chill run up her spine as the man stepped closer. “Your mother had no right, taking you away from me like that. A father deserves to know his child.” He said softly as he cradled Y/N’s cheek in the palm of his hand.

“Why did she leave? Why did she go to all of this trouble to hide me from you?” Y/N asked.

The gentle smile that was previously on his face hardened into stony glare. “She was weak. Afraid of my plans and the changes I wanted to bring about. Too long has mankind ruined this world. They drove my people into the sea and the amazons to Themyscira. What good have they done for this world? Our waters are polluted and people are dying of diseases caused by their own weakness and greed in every part of the world. It is time for the Atlanteans and Amazons to stand together and take back the land.” Y/N could feel the rage emanating off the man. She was terrified of what he was planning to do.

He could see the fear on her face and he quickly turned gentle again. “Don’t worry, my pet. The aliens you call friends will be safe as long as they fall in line with our plan. Black Manta has agreed with my ideals and we plan to bring you and Kaldur’ahm back into our fold. You will be the first generation of our new world order.”

“No.” Y/N gasped, completely horrified by his plan. “You are insane.”

“That is what your mother said, too.” Her father sighed. “But I will not make the same mistake twice. You are coming with me.” He grabbed her arm roughly. She tried to fight back, but even with her newfound strength she was not strong enough to break free.

“Let her go, Garn.” Y/N and her father both turned to see a woman standing there. She was tall, not quite as tall as Y/N’s father, but still an intimidating height for a woman. She stood as though she could fight at any given time, her face fiercely beautiful.

Garn smiled softly. “Well, my little one, it looks like your mother finally decided to join us.”

4

Allison: I do. I wish it were me. With every fiber of my being, I want to have your baby, Nico. It kills me that I can’t. 

Allison holds his face in her hands, looks deeply into his eyes. His wife was looking at him with so much love, so much understanding- Nico wonders if maybe he should tell her the truth. Maybe he was scared for no reason…

Nico: Allison, what if I were to tell you-

Allison:Tell me what?

Nico stops himself. Allison was a woman who could hate as deeply as she loved. Nico was terrified one day she’d look at him with pure hatred.

Nico: Nothing. I’ll take a ride to Newcrest. Make sure all is well. 

Allison: Thank you, Nico. Plus, I think it would do you good to see your loved ones, even if just for a short while. I’ll be out with Niara until you get back.

Nico closes his eyes. He had to admit he was worried about Nicole spending the day with his relatives in the worse part of Newcrest. What if Remy and Lala started fighting? What if she was scared around so many strangers? And the neighborhood was so crime ridden, what if something bad happened? Nico hated feeling the same worry he used to have over his own siblings. But what could he do? He was a father, and he had to protect his daughter.

legendofliz  asked:

"So Bigfoot is real, I mean who even saw that coming what's next Mothman?!!"

Cisco’s still staring into space with a glassy expression, even as Wally finished this particular outburst. 

“Cryptids.” says Cisco. “Cryptids are real.”

Iris slams her hand down onto the desk suddenly, eyes wide and shining. 

“Is Barry a cryptid, then?” she asks, and Joe collapses into laughter at the idea. 

“Wally, Wally you need to flash me to Scotland so we can look for Nessie - Wally, why are you laughing, this is a serious proposal, Wally -” 

Reviews of all Dragon Maid content

Dragon Maid Anime (Original): Pure. Tasteful. A new and improved version of the manga that captures everything good about the source material while trimming the parts that weren’t so good. Lucoa seems a bit out of place, though. Readjusts the sequence of events to be better focused and generally improved on what the manga started. 10/10

Dragon Maid Manga: Less pure. 2x as gay but 10x as lewd. Still worth reading if you want to get a head start on any possible future seasons of the anime. Occasionally something really fucked up happens, making you wonder why everyone thinks this series was ever meant to be wholesome. 8/10

Dragon Maid: Kanna’s Everyday Life: No English translation yet. The new art style looks fun. Will most likely be even purer than the anime, Kanna is the best. 11/10

Dragon Maid Anime (Funimation Dub): Kobayashi has been edited to be straight and Tohru is some kind of stalker who invades her home. Everything is subtly off. Jamie Marchi haunts my every waking hour. Who will be turned straight next? Will the final translation even resemble the anime we grew to know and love? I’m scared. 0/10

Short fic based on the finale promo gifs of Nick & Jess

”Hey Miller”

”Hey. So I read your letter.”

“So I figured.” She looks down, not daring to meet his eyes from fear of being rejected. Suddenly not brave enough to tell him in person, she poured her heart out in writing instead.

“Why didn’t you tell me before, Jess? How long have you been feeling like this?”

“Oh I don’t know. Since Schmidt and Cece’s wedding I guess. Maybe even before that. Funnily enough it was Sam who opened my eyes. He left me because he was in love with his best friend. Turns out so was I. Kind of ironic, huh?” She dares to give him a quick glance and is taken aback by the dead-serious expression and concern on his face. Very un-Nick. The complete silence that follows makes Jess panic and she tries to wriggle past him in the elevator. She just needs to get out of there, breathe some fresh air.

“Stop it Jess!” Nick suddenly reaches out his arm to stop her. “You mean you’ve been in love with me for almost a year without saying anything? Why, Jess, why didn’t you tell me?” He’s getting really worked up now, and Jess finally finds the courage to look him straight in the eyes. She is struck by genuine compassion and a despair so deep, she never thought Nick Miller was capable of showing.

“Fuck it”, Jess mutters to herself. “Here we go”. She takes a deep breath. “Because, Nick! Because I saw how much you liked Reagan, how much you really wanted it to work out! It broke my heart to watch you degrading yourself so much, like you weren’t good enough for her and I simply couldn’t take it. I knew we were over and you would never feel that way for me again and so I wanted to support you the best I could. Cause that’s what you do when you love someone. You want to see that person happy.” Jess is getting really worked up, to the point of screaming.

“That’s not fair Jess!! How would you know what I feel?? How can you be so sure I don’t have feelings for you anymore??” Nick is worked up as well, standing so close Jess now she can feel his body heat.

“I saw the way you looked at Reagan at the wedding, Nick!! You were in love with her and I had lost my chance with you. What was I supposed to do??” Jess tries to run pass Nick in the elevator, but he quickly takes a step to the side and grabs both her wrists firmly. She is fuming with anger and unsuccessfully tries to wriggles out of his grip.

“Jess, listen to me and listen to me carefully. If you had told me about your feelings at Schmidt and Cece’s wedding, I would have never as much as glanced at Reagan. I wouldn’t have danced with her, I wouldn’t have followed her to New Orleans and I sure as hell wouldn’t have engaged in a 9-month-long pointless, talk-less relationship that was doomed from the start. And which probably would have ended much sooner if you hadn’t been our greatest support.” Jess looks up and widens her eyes.

“It’s always been you, Jess. Ever since the day you stepped into apartment 4D and into my life, I haven’t been able to get you off my mind. When we got together, I was the luckiest man alive. And when we broke up, a big piece of my heart remained broken. And I learned to live with it because I knew I could never feel that way with anyone ever again.” Jess can feel hot tears welling up in her eyes and she tries to focus on the buttons on Nick’s shirt in front of her. She clears her throat.

“So… Looks like we wasted a lot of time on pointless relationships and unnecessary angst these past couple of years. What should we do about that?” Jess finally finds the courage to look straight into Nick’s dark brown eyes who are smiling warmly towards her.

“Well I don’t know Jess. What about this?” He tilts his head and catches her lips with his own in a soft, tentative kiss. She reponds immediately and mumbles “That’s not the Nick Miller kiss I remember. It’s nice but…” Before she can finish the sentence, Nick crashes his lips on her again, this time with such passion and built up angst, she is left breathless. After several minutes, they come up for air, lean their foreheads together and giggle.

“That’s more like it. Now take me to bed, Miller!” She doesn’t have to ask twice as Nick scoops her up in his arms and carries her out of the elevator, into the loft and into the future. THEIR future.

- END -

mimisari234  asked:

Yooooooh! I want to request a drabble! A smuggler! Ben SoloxReader where the reader is the new Han's helper (I think this is right, please say if it's right I am learning yet 😂) and Ben don't stop flirting with her!

“Where do you want this?” You puffed, hauling a heavy crate onto the Millennium Falcon.

“Just over there.” Han pointed without even looking up. He had begun to play a match of Dejarik with Chewbacca.

You huffed, crossing your arms. “I know I signed up for this, but I didn’t sign up for this.” You motioned to the pile of storage units littered around the ship.

“You signed up for all of it when you agreed to this smuggling mission.” Han retorted. “Ask Ben for some help if you can’t manage on your own.”

“Who’s Ben?” You asked, raising a brow.

“I’m Ben.” A voice chimed behind you, making you jump. “Whoa there, I don’t bite.” The tall man smirked, placing two large arms on your shoulders. “Not unless you want me two.”

“Stars Ben, not in front of your old man.” Han shook his head with a scowl. “Just help her load up the supplies, will ya?”

“Anything for you, pops.” Ben mocked with a salute, then turned back to you with a cunning grin. “Give me your box.”

Your eyes widened in disbelief.

“Loth-cat got your tongue?” Ben chuckled. “Pass me the crate.” 

“Oh.” You let out a breath, passing him the container. Ben then lent so that his lips just barely grazed your earlobe.

“Once we finish this, I’m sure there’ll be time to get to know each other in the storage hull.” 

You shook your head with a giggle, picking up another box.

“You’re not very subtle, are you?”

Ben shook his head, biting his lip.

“Sweetheart, subtlety doesn’t run in the family.”