yeah this killed me p much

anonymous asked:

I'm so glad Kirishima is getting so much spotlight, he really deserves it!!!! And it looks like hes gonna get more, since hes in the main group along with Deku, Uraraka and Tsuyu. I;m so hyped!!!

Honestly!!!!!!!!!!! That’s one interesting group tbh, Kirishima and Tsuyu’s interactions are always incredibly adorable to watch and seeing Kirishima interact for so long with pure and good people is gonna be hard on my heart (I mean, you know I’m 100% a bakusquad fan but they’re all at least in part assholes and Kiri fits with them just right, he can be just like Sero and Kaminari and I love it, but then his interactions with Amajiki have been so pure can you imagine an arc filled with that I’m already crying)

I just hope my other faves won’t completely disappear through this arc haha sigh

Anon said: So which Kacchan quote do you like best “Die your bacteria fucks, dieee!” or “BRING YOUR DAMN TRASH TO ME”?



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anonymous asked:

Can I get a Valentine's Day peter Parker x reader please???

Peter Parker X Reader –  Don’t Tell

A/N – For me, this works best with Tom Holland (Avengers Spiderman) but an older version of Aunt May & Uncle Ben (like in the original trilogy.)

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Based off this imagine by @thefandomimagine

Originally posted by guywiththeguitar

High school is an unusual society where the students follow unspoken rules and the teachers let them in order to maintain an easier, quieter life. The rules are simple enough: stay within your group, don’t become the teacher’s pet, keep fights within your year, and above all, never tell on another student.

Unfortunately, that last rule came with its own consequences for you on a Friday before school let out. Toby Garfield had accidentally broken one of the windows for all the students to see but since nobody, including yourself, was willing to tell the teacher, Mr Maguire, you were blamed for being the closest to the scene of the crime. It meant that after school, you had been given glamourous job of scrubbing graffiti off the walls; you had even been given the janitor’s keys to put the cleaning supplies away afterwards.

After an hour and a half of scrubbing, you checked your watch yet again, sure that it must finally be time for you to go home. When you saw it wasn’t, you were sure time must be passing agonisingly slow just to taunt you.

“That’s it.” You growled irritably, throwing the scrubbing brush back into the bucket and inadvertently soaking yourself with water. “No more. There’s nobody here. I’m going home.”

You continued to chunter to yourself down the hallway until you reached the supply closet where you grew even more frustrated as it refused to unlock.

“OH, COME ON!” You exploded angrily.

“Hello?” A muffled voice sounded from inside the closet.

You frowned at the door, puzzled. “Hi?”

“Hey um, I’m kind of trapped in here, do you think you could let me out?”

“Oh!” You burst into action, trying again to unlock it. The door remained stubbornly shut, even when you leant against it with all your might. “Door’s jammed.” You grunted, pushing harder.

“Yeah… Flash dented the lock so I wouldn’t get out.”

“Flash? As in Flash Thompson? Why would he- Hang on, you’re not that guy are you? The one he always picks on? What was it? P- P- P- Percy? No, uh-”

“It’s Peter actually.”

“Right, Peter, sorry about that. This is (Y/N) by the way, if you know me that is.”

“Yeah, we’re in most classes together.”

“We are? My bad, I don’t pay much attention. Well, when this is over I’m gonna kill Flash. Okay, move back from the door, I have an idea.”

Peter moved as far back as he could in the tiny supply closet, waiting for your master plan. There was a loud thud against the door, followed by a pained groan.

“H-hey, are you alright?” Peter fretted.

“That was… That was a stupid plan.” You cringed. “New plan. I’m going to get some of the tools from workshop. Sit tight Peter, I’ll be right back.”

Peter sat down, leaning against the wall as he had before you came along. He debated what he’d tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben this time, after all, there would be no explaining the- Loud scraping of metal on metal interrupted his thoughts.

“You’re back.” He declared happily.

“Uh-huh.” You answered distractedly, attacking the door hinges with a screwdriver and hammer. It took just under half an hour of hacking inexpertly at the tight metal before you managed to remove the hinges completely. You grabbed the door quickly, easing it to the floor to let Peter out.

“Done.” You panted tiredly, staring at the mess you’d made.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I put you through so much trouble.”

“It’s no big deal, I’m just glad-” You turned to Peter, “Good God man.” You stated, appalled at the sight before you.

Peter’s face was covered in cuts and bruises, his left eye was swollen and purple, and there was dried blood, which had made its way from his nose to his shirt.

“Did Flash and his gang do this to you?” You whispered incredulously.

“Uh yeah, sorry.” Peter apologised, hating the worry on your face. “It’s fine really. I’m sure Flash just has his own troubles and-”

“No. This isn’t okay so don’t go acting like it is. Come on, we have to get you cleaned up before your cuts get infected or something.”

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Peter questioned apprehensively as you tried each key on the bunch for the nurse’s office. “Isn’t this breaking the rules?”

“Peter, I just broke down a door, I think this is acceptable.” You pushed the door open. “Now sit down, I need to get a cloth.”

Peter perched on the edge of a bed while you rifled through some drawers, “Cloths are in the second drawer and saline solution is in the cupboard on your right.” he explained.

“I’m guessing you spend a lot of time in here.” You got the items, moving back to him.

“A little more than I should.”

You prepared the solution on the cloth, “This may sting a little.”

You dabbed his face gently, clearing away the blood where you could. Peter sat silently, suddenly bashful at your proximity.

“So, where do you live anyway?” You asked while you worked.

“What? Uh, w-why?”

“It’s late, I don’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“What about you? If you walked me home, who would walk you home?”

“Look, just tell me where you live, who knows? It may be right next to me but I won’t know until you tell me.”

“I live in Forest Hills but you don’t have to-”

“No way, I live in the street around the corner.” You lied, doing whatever it took to get Peter home.

“Really?” Peter lit up excitedly.

“Yeah, come on, I think I’ve done all I can here. I’ll lock up and we can go.”

“Uh (Y/N), what about the supply room door?”

“What the principal doesn’t know can’t hurt us, he’ll probably just assume it was just some vandal; God knows the school’s full of ‘em. Now let’s go, it’s bad enough walking through New York in the day, it’s even worse at night and I don’t know about you but I don’t have any bus money so I’d rather set off now.”

“Where could he have got to May?” Ben Parker paced restlessly around his living room, waiting for the phone to ring.

“Ben-” May started, looking through the net curtains.

“I should be out there looking for him.”


“It’s been hours now.”

“Ben!” May raised her voice slightly, startling her husband. She smiled serenely, “Peter’s outside and it looks like he’s brought a friend.”

“What?” Ben joined his wife at the window. Peter’s back was facing the pair but they could just see you in front of him.

“Do you think he’s been out on a date?” May gushed ecstatically.

“Now May, it could just be a friend.”

“Either way, our little Peter hasn’t brought many people over before.”

“What do you suppose they’re talking about out there?”

“I don’t know, oh let’s invite them in, I’d love to meet Peter’s new friend.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Ben asked a little too late, May was already heading towards the door.

She threw it open enthusiastically, “Peter dear, welcome home. Come now, why don’t you introduce us to your friend?”

Peter blushed awkwardly, “A-aunt May-” he stuttered.

You looked behind Peter to see his aunt and uncle in the doorway. They motioned you inside, “Come now dear, no need to be shy.” May cooed at you.

“Sorry about this.” Peter whispered, nervous that you would hate his family and think him a loser. In truth, he loved his family more than anything so if you disliked them he knew he wouldn’t have anything to do with you from then on.

You walked past Peter to the front door, “Hello, I’m (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You stuck your hand out which Ben shook amiably.

“Please dear, come inside, we’d love to hear how you know our Peter.” May beamed.

“Oh, um- I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense, it wouldn’t be a bother.”

“Uh, well I suppose, if Peter doesn’t mind.”

Peter finally joined you, “No, not at-”

His aunt gasped, “Oh my, Peter what happened to your face? It wasn’t those boys again was it?”

“Uh, no. No, it wasn’t, it was actually um-”

“No, I can tell you, I saw the whole thing.” You jumped in, saving Peter from whatever mess of an explanation he’d come up with. “Peter actually slipped on something at the top of the stairs and fell down half a flight. It was reported to the principal and I took him to the nurse’s office; it was all just a clumsy mistake.”

“Peter, you really must be more careful.” May chastised mildly. “Still, it’s good you had such a nice friend to help you. Now come on in out of the cold you two, I’ll make everyone a nice cup of tea.”

Over the next twenty minutes, you were asked all manner of questions which you answered gladly, knowing that if your family met Peter, they’d probably do the same to him. You found May and Ben to be lovely people who clearly adored their nephew. It almost made you reluctant to announce you had to leave.

“Are you sure you won’t stay for dinner?” May offered.

“No thank you, I should be getting home ASAP.”

“Where do you live dear? I wouldn’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“Aunt May, (Y/N) lives just around-” Peter started until you gave him a look and shook your head.

“I um, I actually live in the city, but if I start walking now I can be home in an hour or two.”

“Peter,” Ben scolded, “you let (Y/N) come with you all this way even though (s)he lives in the city. How could you be so irresponsible?”

“It’s alright, really. Peter didn’t know where I lived, I didn’t tell him.” You explained. “It was nice meeting you both, I hope I’ll get to again. See you later Peter.” You got up to leave.

“Hey now, it wouldn’t be right to let you go out alone in the pitch black. What kind of person would I be if I allowed you to do that? Come with me and we’ll go in the car.”


“No buts, come on now.”

You knew there was no way you would win the argument against Ben Parker; he was the very image of how a guardian should behave. You followed him out of the house apologising for the inconvenience.

When the car pulled away, May turned to Peter, gushing, “(S)he is a lovely one, that (Y/N). You should ask him/her out before someone else does.”

“Aunt May-” Peter blushed.

“Now, now, I saw the way you looked at (Y/N), it’s the same way your father looked at your mother when they first met.”

“(Y/N)’s just a friend.”

“For now maybe but that can change quite easily.”

Peter shuffled awkwardly on the sofa.

“Alright.” May relented. “I’ll drop it for now but we both know I’m right.”

She walked away, leaving Peter to his thoughts. You were one of the first people to really acknowledge him in school and you’d met his family all in one day, how could he not have a crush on you? Despite that, he was sure you were just being polite and that everything would go back to normal on Monday because who would admit to liking him in front of the other students?

Much to Peter’s amazement, you didn’t ignore him on the following Monday. In fact, from then on you made extra efforts to sit with him in class, work together on group projects, and even meet him when you could outside of school. Your friendship endured even when Peter started acting unusual, disappearing on occasion, and making peculiar excuses not to meet you. Although you wanted to know what was wrong with him, you stopped asking because he became fidgety and uncomfortable whenever you did. After a year as your friend, Peter decided it was finally time to ask you out; as soon as Valentine’s day rolled around he was going to visit your house, take flowers, and hope you wouldn’t reject his affections.

Peter checked himself out in the mirror. He had a million questions right now but nobody to ask them to. Was his outfit okay or would a suit be better than jeans and a t-shirt? Were the dozen red roses he was holding too much or not enough? Should he slick his hair back? How would he ask the question? Would he suddenly blurt it out in a moment of clarity or would he stand gawkily spluttering clumsy words? His multitude of questions were interrupted by the phone downstairs, he ran to get it since his Aunt and Uncle were away on a day-long date.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Peter, where are you?” You asked. “You said you were coming over to work on our Science project today or did you forget?”

Peter cursed himself silently, he’d been so busy getting ready that he’d forgotten the excuse he’d made to visit you.

“Uh… yeah. I’m on my way now, it’s just that to make our uh presentation board we’ll need tacks and I went to the store here but they don’t have any.”

“Oh, no problem, you just get over here when you can and I’ll pick up some tacks at our store.”

“Great, I’ll uh, see you soon (Y/N).”

“Okie doke, see you soon, bye.”

The phone clicked off. Peter looked at the clock on the wall, he’d have to hurry if he wanted to ask you out before your family got home. He ran upstairs, grabbing his backpack. There was only one thing that would get him to your place in good time; for this job, he would have to be Spiderman.

You threw the tacks in your bag on the way back home from the store, absentmindedly taking the shortcut through the back allies to your apartment block as you always did when it was cold.

“That sure is a nice lookin’ bag you got there.” A lanky man in a cut off denim vest and jeans croaked.

“Excuse me?” You turned to face the man.

“I’ll bet it’s worth a pretty penny or two.”

“W-What do you want?” You demanded shakily.

“That depends really don’t it. How much do you have?”

He pulled a switchblade out, grinning maliciously. You took a few steps backwards, keeping an eye on him until two meaty arms wrapped around your chest.

You screamed and bucked, craning your neck to see your attacker, another man who was clearly in league with the first, sneered as you writhed against him. The first man came closer, swaying his knife around, “I think this is going to be a fun day.”

“Wait.” You shrieked. “I’ll give you everything I have. Please, you don’t have to do this.”

“Have to? No. But I do want to, I like hearing people scream.”

“Wow.” Sarcastic clapping brought everyone’s attention to the vigilante Spiderman, who was stood only a few feet away. “Real great show everybody but it won’t make it to stage if someone dies in the first scene.”

“What the hell are you on about?” Denim jacket waved his knife in Spiderman’s direction.

“Wait! This isn’t a play rehearsal? Damn, if it was I was gonna add a scene where the two idiots got arrested and the victim goes free… Oh well, I guess I can do that anyway.”

You watched disbelievingly as the other thug let go of you, ready to go head-to-head with Spiderman. You didn’t know what to say about the scene in front of you as you stood, paralysed, watching it unfurl. It took only about two minutes for Spiderman to incapacitate the two men, leaving them stuck against the wall, presumably for the police to find.

He approached you, completely relaxed. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

You swallowed thickly, your suspicions confirmed, then in a low voice you whispered, “Peter?”

Spiderman stumbled back, stunned. “Wha- Who? I don’t know any-”

“Stop. Don’t insult me like this Pe- uh Spiderman.”

You turned to leave the way you’d came but were stopped as Spiderman grabbed your wrist. “Can I… Can we talk about this?”

You hesitated before nodding uncertainly. Spiderman grabbed you around the waist tightly, using his web slingers to take off into the sky. Cold air whipped across your face as you clung tightly to him, both exhilarated and terrified until he stopped at the top of a nearby building, about 20 stories off the ground.

“How did you know?” He asked, sounding less confident than before.

“No matter how you disguise it, I know your voice by now.” You kept a safe distance from the friend you thought you knew. “How- I mean… You were always the guy who took photos but like… Were you born like this? Hell, are you even from this planet?”

“You’ve definitely been reading too much Superman.”

“Okay, drop the sarcasm mister or I’ll uh, very slowly climb down the fire escape, I guess.” You peeked over the edge of the building dubiously.

“It’s a long story with a radioactive spider and I know it’s weird but this is new to me too. Do you… do you accept me as Spiderman?”

“I don’t think I have much of a choice.” You replied sardonically, then switching to concern you asked, “Do you get hurt a lot?”


“Is this where you’re always disappearing?”


“Okay.” You clambered onto the fire escape.

“Wait, (Y/N) where are you going?” he asked, alarmed.

“I just need some time to figure this out because I’ve just found out my best friend is a vigilante superhero who disappears often to get into fights with strangers.”

“Hang on, please don’t be like this, I- Just stay here for two minutes, can you do that for me?”

You exhaled tiredly, rubbing your forehead, “Sure, fine, whatever.”

“Great, I’ll be right back.”

Spiderman zipped away, leaving you on the fire escape to survey the city below; it seemed peaceful to be above it all. You could almost see the advantage of having powers like Peter’s. The peace didn’t last long however as Spiderman flung himself back onto the roof, landing behind you. When you faced him, you saw that his hands were behind his back and he was shuffling nervously.

“I uh, I planned to do this properly but considering everything… here.”

He pulled a very wilted bouquet of roses from behind his back, the heads had fallen off a few and the rest had shed most of their petals from the journey up. The sight of them made you smile wearily as you took hold of them gently.

“Thank you?”

“It’s Valentine’s day.” Peter blurted.

“That it is. So, is this you asking me out?”

“Yeah. If you don’t like it though, I can try again, we could do it a different way, or-”

You put up a hand to stop Peter’s babbling, “I um, I still need to get my head around everything so I’m just going to head home now.”

“WAIT!” Peter put his hand out. “Uh… Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again but please, I’ve gotta ask you, you won’t tell the police about this will you?”

“Excuse me?” You said, affronted by the question. “What kind of cretin do you take me for? I would never in a million years, tell the police that my boyfriend was Spiderman.”

The whites of Peter’s mask widened in surprise, “B-boyfriend.”

You grinned. “Yes, boyfriend. Now, either you give me a lift to my apartment block or I climb this fire escape. Either way, it’s an adventure.”

Peter ran over to you clumsily; he was too lost in his ecstasy to speak. Instead, he simply grabbed hold of you and vaulted confidently off the roof to take you home.

Trust Me (Part One)

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary: The boys plan to put Lucifer back in the cage gets interrupted by your and his chemistry…also you’re clumsy.

Warnings: Small amounts of swearing

Notes: This is mostly dialog and witty banter and flirting between the reader and Lucifer. I know Lucifer and the cage was seasons ago but i just had this idea and decided to go through with it anyways. I also get that geologically this may not make sense but i tried lol 

“Alright Sam and i will go deal with Lucifer, y/n you stand guard in case anymore demons show up.” 

Castiel had tracked Lucifer to some abandoned grain mill in the mountains of Utah. Since you were familiar with the area the boys called you for help. Sam was excited to have your company again but Dean would rather spoon with the devil. He thought you had a few screws loose but hey, who’s to say he was wrong? Either way it didn’t matter, you were an excellent hunter and the boys needed your help.


You had led the guys on a three day hike through the mountains before the mill was within sight. “We’re hereeee!” You threw your hands in the air and danced around. “H-How..can you..p-possibly-dear god kill me!” Dean collapsed against a boulder and struggled to catch his breath. Sam, though not nearly as bad, was hunched over with his hands on his knees. “Seriously, how do you have so much energy?” You laughed and skipped over to them, “Why wouldn’t i?” “Why? Y/n we just climbed through mountains. Actual mountains!” “Yeah wasn’t it great?!” Sam huffed out a laugh and shook his head. “We’ll catch our breathes, rest a while, then run through the plan before tonight, sounds good?” “Whatever you say Sammy,” you strode off behind some rocks, “i’m gonna go take a piss, maybe a shit, who knows.” Dean glared at his brother, “We..are n-not..inviting her..anywhere(!)..ever again.”

Once dark it was time to get to work. “Okay are you ready? Sam?” “Ready.” “Y/n?” “Ready.”

There was a long silence as you finished tucking your last strands of runaway hair into your mask. It took a minute for you to notice the audience. You looked between both men, “…It’s gonna take more than that to get me in bed you know that right? Sorry but that Winchester charm doesn’t work on me you got the wrong bimbo.” “Y/n,” “Yes Dean,” “what exactly do you think you’re wearing?!” “Um, my hunting outfit?” “Don’t you mean your Halloween costume from the seventh grade?” “What?!” “Y/n you’re wearing a bunny mask for crying out loud!” “So?!” “SO?! We’re about to confront the literal devil and you look like a holiday hooker!” You rolled your eyes at Dean. “First off,” you pointed to your shorts, “the short shorts give me mobility and flexibility needed to kick ass.” You pointed to your chest, “The crop top, basically the same thing. It’s light weight, can’t slow me down, or be used against me…also its super cute.” Then you pointed to your head, “And the mask keeps my hair out of the way. Also no one can grab it nor can it get snagged on something.” “And the bunny ears?” “They’re cute.” “But they’re big and floppy-!” “Dean! We really don’t have time for this. Y/n you look great.” “Thank you Sammy.” “Okay, let’s go then.”

Getting in wasn’t too difficult, just a couple of demons, but the closure you got to where Lucifer was the more demons appeared. The three of you split up and agreed to meet back in the foyer of the main hall. You were the first to make it there. A few minutes later Sam stumbled down the stairs. “All good?” “Yeah. You?” “Good, good. Where’s Dean?” You just shrugged. What felt like hours the sounds of screams slowly grew louder. There was nothing but the sound of footsteps for a few seconds before Dean limped around the corner. Sam ran to his side, “Are you okay?” “Yeah, i’ll be fine. You guys ready?” 


Things were fairly dull waiting outside. Occasionally you’d hear some muffled arguing but nothing to raise alarm. Eventually you gave up and slumped against the wall, throwing pebbles and whatever trash was around across the room. The fun was cut short, like always, by Dean; You heard your name being belched from Dean the same way he always did when he was annoyed. You stopped throwing things and returned to boredom. Thankfully you heard some demons approaching fast. ‘Thank god, something to do.’

 Sam and Dean were starting to lose patience with Lucifer’s antics and smart remarks. They were ready to give up and go with plan b but then heard the rising commotion outside. Lucifer just seemed annoyed by it, “If you guys could kill each other quickly that’d be great we’re busy in here.” The doors flew open and you with it. You stumbled to your feet, “Y/n-!” “Nope! No i’m fine i got this Sam,” you waved him back, “just a little bit of foreplay. Gotta loosen these guys up, that one’s a stiff but i’m sure i can convince him to let me around back. Isn’t that right hot stuff?” You blew a kiss at one of the demons that followed you in. They quickly attacked you but one after another they fell. Lucifer rolled his eyes, “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to knock-” before they grew huge. You had some cuts and bruises but were still in great shape. One of the demons had ripped your mask off, freeing your fairy tale length y/h/c hair. It danced around your knees and was dusted in blood and dirt. 

“Oh,” You sauntered over to join the men. Lucifer looked you up and down like a starving lion. “Oohh hello,” you winked at the little devil, “yes. I like you,” Lucifer growled, “hereee little lamb.” You giggled and gave him a suggestive look, much to the brothers disgust. He starts towards you but the Sam and Dean are quick to block his path, “Nu uh, leave her out of this.” Lucifer didn’t even skip a beat, he casually flicks his wrist throwing the boys out of his way, and continues towards you. You wait patiently while he circles you, inspecting every inch. Occasionally he let out a throaty growl that sends shivers down your spine. He finally stops in front of you. “Hello.” You scrunch your face, “Don’t tell me what to do.” “What.?” The two of you stood staring at each other. Lucifer was trying to get inside your head and figure you out. You were struggling to remember the theme song to Seinfeld. “I find you very interesting.” You shrug, “Well, yeah, i guess that’s an interesting letter. Nothing compared to ‘q’ though let me tell you-” “Y/n.” “Yup. Sorry.” You’d forgotten about Sam and Dean.

 They skulked a few feet off, trying to keep their distance from Lucifer, but not too far that they couldn’t help you. “Look do we have a deal or what?” Lucifer took his eyes off of you for the first time since you came in the room. “Oh i’m sorry Sam, is this making you jealous? Don’t worry, i’ll make it up to you later.” Sam nearly threw up, “Please don’t.” he whispered. 

“Anyways,” he turned his attention back towards you, “are you the newest member of ‘team free will’? Can i expect to see more of you?” “Ha! They wish. Personally i like a bit of domination; someone telling me what to do-” “Oh-!” “Yeahhh,” you blew him a kiss, “but no, i’m just a friend-wait no! I’m…i’m like the third powerpuff girl.” You leaned in and whispered, “Dean’s buttercup. Sshh.” Being a celestial being, Lucifer of course had no idea what you were talking about, but he admired you and failed to contain his amusement. “Interesting.” He circled you once more, this time dragging his fingers through your hair. “This; your hair is very impressive.” “Thanks i grew it myself.” “Yeah that was my first guess. Any boyfriend?” “You move fast.” “I don’t like to waste time.” “You’re a celestial being, you don’t exist within the confines of time.” “Well when you know you know. And you’re way too gorgeous to be single. “You’re way too old to be flirting with me.” For the first time in maybe eternity Lucifer let out a genuine laugh. “Flirting?” “Flirting.”  “And that is…?” “This. This thing we’re doing.” “Oh well then yes i am,” you laughed, “and i could do a lot more too.” “Really?” “Mhm.”

By this point Lucifer had you wrapped in his arms and all things considered it didn’t feel wrong. “You know what?” “What little lamb?” “You remind me of string cheese.” “Hmm, how so?” “Well i don’t hate string cheese.” “Huh, well if that’s the case i would make sure you had an endless supply of this ‘string cheese’ you don’t hate. I could show you a good time in Hell y/n.” You clutched your chest, “You spoil me.” “Tell me little lamb, what would it cost to have my way with you hmm.” You thought for a minute. “Buy me a pizza-” “Y/n-!” “What Dean you ate mine! I deserve a pizza, a whole pizza! No more no less!” Dean shook his head, “Jesus christ can’t take you anywhere-” “Don’t you bring my half brother into this-”


You all stopped your babbling and listened to Sam. “We came here for one thing, to try and make a deal. Now do we have one or not.” The playful look that had been on Lucifer’s face disappeared as he showed the true face of the devil. “You know what. No. We don’t. Personally i’m getting tired of you two always poking in my business. Why make a deal when i can easily squish you both and get what i want too.” He started towards Dean but they had prepared for this. “Sam now!” Sam threw a match on the ground, igniting a holy fire devils trap. Enough oil was used that the fire tickled shoulder height. It quickly engulfed Lucifer but you being there wasn’t apart of the plan. “Well well, looks like i’ll have some company in here.” Dean stood outside the circle fuming, “God dammit y/n you fucking idiot!” “I’m not the one who can’t name all fifty states Dean!” “SHUT. UP. Dean just douse the fire and get her out.” “Can’t.” “Why not?” “Him.” All eyes turned towards Lucifer. He stood glaring back at Dean. He was smirking as usual but his eyes were vivid with rage. “Yeah Sammy he can’t. Because if i get out of here, i promise, you’re all dead.”

The only sound was the fire roaring around you and Lucifer but you had to break the silence eventually. “Sooo…this is probably not the best time to bring this up, but, i have to pee.”

“There has to be something-” “There’s nothing.” “But what about-” “We can’t risk it Sam you know what’ll happen!” The boys had been arguing for the past fifteen minutes about how to get you out but you couldn’t care less. Lucifer stood off lost in his own thoughts and you, well, you had your own problems.

Everyone seemed distracted enough that you felt confident in your plan. No one noticed at first but once you were finished and dumped your boot full of pee into the fire all eyes were on you. The fire grew momentarily before dying back down. “Well i don’t think that’s suppose to happen.” “Y/n-!” “Did you just-?!” “What i told you guys i had to go!” Sam and Dean could not be anymore annoyed but Lucifer was having his own laugh.

“Okay this is getting ridiculous Dean! Alright we can’t just leave her here with him!” Dean wrestled with his thoughts before caving, “Fine. Get the extinguisher Sam.” “Don’t!” “What?” You became the center of attention. “Don’t do it. Leave me i’ll be fine.” “Y/n no we can’t trust him-” “But you can trust me and i say it’ll be fine. Watch,” you look at Lucifer, “Compliment me.” “You don’t smell bad.” “Nice,” you turn back to the boys, “See we’re fine.” “Y/n-” “No Sammy listen. You can’t let him out. He’s not gonna change his mind and i honestly think he’ll kill you this time.” “I will.” “See he will.” The brothers shared a look before walking away to talk among themselves.

“Well i have to say, out of all the humans, i hate you the least.” “Oh Luci-” “Luci-?” “You always know just what to say.” He smiled sarcastically, you of course returned it. “But you do have to realize, while we’re in here, we’re equals Luce.” You strolled around him, delighted with the growing anxious and angry expression on his face. “So here we are, trapped and forced to trust each other.” “I don’t trust you.” “Sure you do.” “I don’t though.” “You will. Which is what the circle of trust is all about.” “Circle of trust?” “Yes! The ring of fire, a romantic touch by the way, is now the circle of trust. We’re stuck in here together pal, a human and an angel without his powers. Plus this fire’s not dying anytime soon so-” “Did you just call me an angel.”

“Alright,” Sam and Dean walked back over, “we…we’re gonna get you out-” “But Dean-” “Y/n we’re just not comfortable with this. The risk of something happening, it’s too high.” “Nothing will i’ll be fine.” “Y/n-” “No this is bigger than me. Look you two need to leave and soon. It’s getting dark out and you’ll freeze if you stay much longer. This is a big fire, we’ll be here till morning, at least. That’ll give you a good head start. You can’t risk letting Lucifer out so please just go. I know these mountains i can make it home by myself no problem. It’s okay guys, please go.”

“Fine-” “Dean-!” “It’s fine Sam. She can handle this.” Sam rolled his eyes, upset and a little bit hurt to be leaving you, “Okay, alright.”

You said your silent goodbyes before the boys walked out of the doors and left. Your eyes stayed glued to the doors, slowly feeling more alone by the second. It took a minute to realize Lucifer had snaked his arms around your waist, carefully exploring every inch. He inhaled the scent of blood and dirt in your hair as he nuzzled the back of your head. Lucifer pulled you back against him, his hold tightening, “And then there were two.”

elizabethrobertajones replied to your post “k-vichan: Just getting this out there: I feel like I’m the only person…”

I genuinely can’t work out if they’re trying to redeem him or not because he immediately hurt Mary after saving her so it seemed like a “nice guy” twist to me… but then Michael seems like the bigger fish and… yeah. I really hope this isn’t interfering too much with how I really hope they set Jack up to just stab Lucifer already :P

See, I’m skeptical that he’s being portrayed as nice at all.  He’s already articulated a selfish motive for keeping her around, and he kind of spoils his “save the cat” moment by going immediately to physical torture.

He didn’t rescue Mary because that Thunderdome hunter was going to harm her and he’s a hero who stops people harming people.  Lucifer killed that hunter because Mary’s his leverage.  

So.  *shrug*

i’m watching this and just i see eliza get so much hate and like. eliza was a single mom who’s husband was killed by a shady blackops governemnt organization (and yeah probably not that many other intelligence agencies could actually know bc there’s the whole jurisdictional shit w intelligence and grandstanding and trust me it’s common for there to be blindspots for all of them) who wanted to come after her daughter and dissect her probably.

and was p much dealing with a deeply traumatized child, trying to learn a new culture, with essentially bc of her powers special needs, who if anyone even finds out is special needs would take her away and probably kill her. it’s not the same as her just needlessly nagging Alex and letting things go with Kara bc she’s being mean–especially since the DEO very well may have found Kara because of Kara and Alex’s midnight flying excursions. Alex didn’t know that her father worked for the DEO, that he might have “died” in part because she maybe didn’t keep a careful enough eye on kara. if eliza truly wanted to hurt alex? she’d know.

fuckedupasusual  asked:

I'm so glad to have you re: Lucifer's arc. I often feel like I'm the only one left that actually likes this character :/ (though not necessarily the direction they went at times but heck, I disagree with some of the directions other characters went as well)

It’s just all about the themes of the show for me and what canon has told us. 

I’m sorry I actually don’t like the character, eek sorry, but I try to take emotion out of my readings when thinking analytically about what they’re writing.

This is my personal analytical reading below, outside of any feelings towards Mark P, Lucifer’s story or any personal understanding of abuse. I do not pretend to understand how anyone with an emotional response to this subject would feel, I absolutely support any and each of you in this, I hope you understand this is my analytical reading of what the show has said, not anything personal.

I know there is an absolutely solid reasoning that Lucifer is an abuser and has to die. I totally 100% respect that (the responses to this post for example I absolutely understand and I have utter empathy with the arguments).  However IMO the show itself has framed him in the grey area of whether it was 100% him who did this or if it was the external influence of the Mark that corrupted him to do this. THAT is my issue - it’s the way the show has written about it. Analytically, I cannot at this point say that he 100% is to blame and therefore 100% has to die for it.

If they had kept the Mark of Cain as something internal that just emphasised your own evil but Dean was able to get out of it on his own then I could see how Lucifer was different and needed to die because he didn’t overcome it and gave in to it because he wanted to hurt humanity himself and would probably have done those terrible things eventually without the Mark and the Mark just emphasised it, ie. he was always evil

However that’s IMO not what canon has told us (yet), in fact they made the point of telling us that he was not the villain and talking about Chuck giving him the Mark and his love for Chuck etc. 

The show made it grey and ambiguous, particularly recently, IMO to address it.

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There are plenty of savage smack downs in Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, but you know what always gets me? In my humble opinion one of the most brutal shut outs in the series that never gets any love? 

When Ed tries to resign as a State Alchemist after learning that the homunculi are pulling all the military strings, Bradley included. All dramatic and intense. Revoking everything he’s worked for in a defiant show of morality. And Bradley’s response to having the pocket watch thrown in his face is p much just “lol yeah and?" 

And Bradley just goes off. Just "the hell is this supposed to prove? We’ll kill everything you ever loved if you’re difficult so take back the damn watch Fullmetal." 

And he fucking. Takes. The watch back. Silently

Bonus mention for Bradley asking Mustang if he’s gonna try the same stunt, to which Mustang responds "Nope. Not at all. I’ll keep the watch yup." 

Fuhrer King of smack downs Bradley everyone

anonymous asked:

Well since you don't wanna watch the vid, I'll tell you :). On the video itself, Jack was just being himself, but funny enough he made a few puns (the ones that are like dad jokes :p) and a 'kill myself' joke. So, yeah, I can see a bit of Chase on the vid aside of the Bro Average joke - Null who still needs more Chase pls

Oooooh, okay!
Yes, that really does sound like our Bro Average boi haha
Thank you very much for telling me! It really means a lot :) - Mod Lily

gentlensoft  asked:

hey bengly i just wanted to say im so proud n happy for you for you really Doing that this yr... finding yr pardner and your arty gay gang and doing, as always, great art n just generally having what seems to be a lovely time.... u deserve that n yr so fcgnking vawid i wish you only the best these upcoming december n 2018 months

hey thanks! college is kinda the reason i havent posted as much stuff as of recent- whereas im more active on my twitter and snapchat ((add me if u havent already lol)) but this is a really sweet message! im glad people are happy for me? lol

yeah but ever since i moved out of my home town my mental health has been really growing better, and i’ve found really nice people (and also some p popular people as well/???)  to be around and its just!!! even though finals is killing me slowly im like??? having a good time cuz im surrounded by loving and supportive friends :’^) 

also tmrw is the “”official”” 3 month mark with me n my pardner!! i love them :33c

anonymous asked:

Dude I love your blog but... killing stalking is Bad

About a year ago, I might have disagreed with you. But as its currently November 14th and not a year ago, I’m just sitting here calmly sipping tea and nodding my head, whispering, “Yeah…”

Hey guys I’m here to ruin this p cool FukamiWada drawing here with my unnecessary caption!

I was browsing the Salwada tag, minding my own business when I read something along the lines that Salwada is bad and one should rather ship SameWada or FukaWada

which is totally okay by itself
FukaWada isn’t exactly what I’d call a healthy relationship..?
Don’t get me wrong Fukami is my baby and I love him and I like the ship
He’s overprotect and superjealous?? He threw away Samekichis ocarina present for Wada two times and he loathes him so much he’d kill him

And in his bad end he even kills Sada out of jealousy. Yeah he was under Sal’s control but I’m p sure if Fukami didn’t feel so hateful about Wada&Same Sal couldn’t have manipulated him
After all he even say’s that they are alike and I doubt that was just joking around

So yeah Fukami is a jealous bitch and I love him
And his tentacles

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AN: fher43 and I shall be three steps in front of you.


“First of all,” Sasuke rubbed the bridge of his nose as if to ease some of the craziness that his life as taken in. “You can’t walk around like that.”

Hinata looked down at her dirtied dress. It wasn’t the fact that it was dirty, she supposed. Before she bumped into the young man, Hinata couldn’t help but notice the lacking corsets and bell dresses. The modesty in this time was at a low in both men and woman. She was exposed to so much skin! If they didn’t care about covering skin, she’d adopt this motion.

“So what do I wear?” She bunched the fabric of her dress. “This is all I have.”

Sasuke didn’t have anything that would be socially acceptable for her to wear. “It’s close to Halloween. If anyone asks just– actually don’t say anything.”

Hinata nodded. “I understand, master.”

“Don’t call me that,” he hissed and grabbed her wrist. “I’m not your Master.”

“But…I’ve always had a M-master?” She stumbled behind the young man.

“Not in this lifetime,” he directed her to his car. “You’re completely independent.”

“Independent?” She mumbled as if tasting the word. “I am…free to do as I will?”

“Yes.” He opened the door open for her. “I need for you to get in the car.”

“I am free, human!” She shouted and begin to dance. Sasuke’s jaw slacked at the scene. She laughed and spun in her dirty ass dress. “I listen to no man!”

People were staring. Sasuke groaned. “No, no. You don’t know how to handle freedom. I’m your master.” He whispered the ending and pointed in the car.

Hinata deflated. “Okay, Master. I will get into this strange moving thing.”

Sasuke rubbed his neck at passing people. “She’s new here, she– she’s new.” He nodded as they passed. “Put on your damn seatbelt.”

Hinata pouted. “Have I angered you?”


“What are these?” Hinata never felt denim before. Silk and cotton were the only fabrics she was familiar with.

“Pants. Blue jeans.” He pointed to the dressing room. “Put them on.”

Hinata nodded and walked to the door that lead to four walls and a mirror. She smiled at herself. “Pants. We weren’t allowed to wear these.”

“Put them on!” Sasuke called from the outside. “One leg at a time.”

Hinata shook her head. “Master, I need help taking off my dress.”

Sasuke opened the UNLOCKED door and quickly unlaced her corset. Pale skin was revealed. Soft shoulders, narrow back, two dimples that smoothed into the curve of her behind. Hinata raised her arms so he could take it off.

“Master?” Her long navy hair covered her bare chest. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” he grumbled and looked away. She’ll need a bra too. “Do you know what size, uh, undergarments you wear?”

She turned to him. “Size? I don’t have a clue.”

Before she could remove her hair. Sasuke shook his head. “I’ll get female help.”


Sasuke sat in the resting area when the door busted open. Hinata ran out. “Master! Look, there’s enough fabric to cover both legs but separately!”

Skinny jeans, a wonderful discovery.

“Where’s your shirt?” He stood to protect her from watchful eyes.

“I was too excited to put one on!” Hinata wrinkled her nose and Sasuke covered it. She would do a random spell if he didn’t.

“No sneezing.” He warned. She nodded when he removed his hand. Of course the sneeze came anyway and everyone was in their undergarments. “Dammit, Hinata!”

“Do not damn me, please!” She started whining. Sasuke groaned and threw her a random shirt. “Have I angered you?” She put it on backwards and ran after her master.

People were too busy trying to find their clothes.


Sasuke was honestly trying to find an upside of befriending a witch. He’d found her scrambling around in the park with a terrified look in her eyes. It was his mistake making eye contact. “Please, protect me!” She gripped his shirt. “Please, they are after me!”

She warned him of a Witch Hunt. Sasuke doubted if that was true, he doubted even more that she was a witch. Until she made trees come to life.

Anyway, she was a hassle. “May I take a cleansing?” She stood in front of him in her new clothes. She looked normal enough aside from the creepy Opal eyes.

“A shower?” He asked.

“If it will make me clean then I would want it.”

“Aren’t you people like…allergic to water?”

Her eyes opened. “That is not true and a horrible thing to say!” She pointed. She was really offended. Sasuke stood, waving the matter off. He opened the bathroom door. “You turn the knob with blue for cold water and the knob with red is for hot water.”

She nodded. “Thank you, Master.”

Sasuke grumbled and walked away. It was minutes later when he heard a high scream. The furniture in the house started floating at the pitch. He ran to the bathroom and collided into a naked Hinata.

“Master!” Her eyes had that same terrified look. “That thing! What is it? Why is it spitting out water? I am not familiar with demonic things.”

The answer was easy: the shower head pours out water. Simple. Sasuke was too occupied with the fact that she was naked. “Why are - you - naked!” He shouted, keeping his hands open and clear of any of her body parts.

“The humans nowadays are always exposed…is this a problem?” She sat up.

Sasuke closed his eyes. Being a good guy was becoming increasingly hard! He just needed to imagine that she was an old, ugly, green witch. Yeah, yeah, with a huge wart on her nose. But she wasn’t any of that!

“Get off of me,” he muttered.

Hinata did slowly. “Is this wrong?”

“Yes.” He stood up and tried shifting the burden in his pants. “You can’t be that stupid? Nudity in any century, especially for women, is like–”

“I was just a baby when my Sisterhood was killed,” she told him. “I…I don’t understand much and my p-power just came in and I’m so, so, confused and scared!” She covered her face.

Sasuke pretended not to notice the earthquake that was happening due to her crying. “Stop crying, I didn’t mean to call you stupid.”

She sniffled when he wrapped a towel around her body. “My nudity is not okay and you still did not look.”

“Yeah, well…count yourself lucky.”

Hinata smiled. “You are a good human.”

“tch,” Sasuke would beg to differ. “You said baby…what was your exact age.”

“Never ask a witch her age,” Hinata giggled then frowned. “Seriously, other witches would have killed you.”

Sasuke doubt he’d meet another witch anytime soon. “Tell me about this Witch Hunt?” He went on to ask.

Saudade // chapter seven

Please don’t kill me for this chapter. For some of you it might not have sense and so on but yeah it does in my head ;p not much is going on in it but some things are said and done sooo…..


Since you’ve been warned now enjoy! :)

“Hi.”  Val said as he opened the door.

“Hey.” Zendaya replied smiling at him warmly.

“You look beautiful.” He couldn’t help his eyes roaming up and down her body.

He leaned in and kissed her cheek softly.

“Thank you.” She said before he even managed to pull back.

“Please come in.” He stepped away letting her in. “And don’t feel to stressed but everyone is expecting you, especially…”


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I realized that I never posted any of my work from Gravity Falls.

This was one of the most challenging and fun design assignments I’ve ever had.  Originally called “Bear-Bear”, the Multi-Bear was a crazy mutant bear with bears for arms and legs.  I recall Alex and Mike telling me an idea for a scene where Dipper is consoling a sad bear monster… “There there Bear-Bear”.   I did the rough sketch and in an unusual twist of fate, I think I nailed it conceptually pretty quickly.

Erik Fountain had to board a sequence with the bears and I thought for sure I would have to really simplify the final design once he was done.  Erik ended up killing it and I didn’t have to adjust the design much at all.  The reverse ¾ position on the turn is pretty wonky now that I look at it… I must’ve rushed through it a bit since there was so much line mileage.

Oh!  I also did a really quick color pass on this design to send it off to the voice actor we were trying to get.  I thiiiiink we approached Patrick Stewart, but he passed.  Then we got Alfred Molina!  Pretty sweet if you ask me.

so yeah.


Olicity: I See It Now

aussieforgood answered you:

Hahahahaha!!! Fine but I”m going into witness protection afterwards  :P And by the way I blame all your evil fics on putting these evil thoughts in my head.  *please don’t kill me* Oliver cheats on Felicity. *nervously hovers over answer privately….to send or not to send*

Note: Yeah, I couldn’t be too evil. Except I could.

Originally posted by marytagus

He couldn’t avoid her forever. She was everywhere. She was a presence in the city as much as he was, and he knew when he’d come back to Starling City with his campaign for Mayor that he’d eventually have to see the Vice President of Palmer Technologies.

Streams of people arrived at the fundraiser, and he found himself wondering if she’d even come. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to ask his assistant if she’d accepted the invitation, too concerned with public image and really, did he have any right to ask about her?

And then there she was.

Right there.

He knew she’d come.

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sick days sourin headcanon!!

wow i’m on a roll like i’ve been scrolling thru my past tweets and i found some actual headcanons like wow i am in so deep w this ship ok go

  • like legit rin would be that kind of person who is so motivated and is so driven and is so ambitious that they’d be the most stubborn person on their sick days. like he can’t stay still and like he pushes himself to go be the samezuka team’s captain my captain even if his temperature is off the roof and would have rendered him immobile if he wasn’t the rin matsuoka
  • and like sousuke’s not having any of it so once rin is painstakingly heading for the door he calls him out and rin is just like “this is nothing i am a shark i can do this my team needs me” and sousuke is just like “dude you’re not even wearing any pants”
  • and like the actual kitty he is rin just goes “i meant to do that” and goes to fetch some pants but before he could even head out the door again sousuke’s already wrestling him down to the bed and holding him down there none too gently but as gentle as the whale shark can w his v v stubborn bffl-secret-not-so-secret crush
  • and rin is just like “wtf sousuke let me go” and sousuke’s like “nope over my dead body” and in a half delirium rin legit says something like “sharks drown if they don’t continue moving sousuke let me go” and sousuke just holds him down tighter and goes all “the onlly thing ur drowning in right now are my arms and these sheets instead of the actual water the moment u step out of that door and into the damn pool with your sick fucking ass”
  • yes im betting guapo papito would be using his “im done w u pls just listen to me just this once i let u win throwdowns for heaven’s sake pls just listen to me” voice bc damn rin ambition is gr8 but don’t let it kill u baby
  • and w that voice rin p much sighs to himself and gives up and gives in to sousuke’s v v glorious arms and he falls asleep a few moments after and sousuke just decides to continue holding him there bc wtheck safety precautions right right yeah whatever u say to make u sleep at night sousuke
  • omake with nitori and momo barging into their room bc no one rly told them that practice would be cancelled so they’re like “where are our hot hot booty sempais” and then they find said sempais spooning in bed so peacefully and they both just awkwardly back away into their own rooms
  • as u can see i rly like sourin roommate headcanons ask me more

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“Bright Eyes”

Digital Art

“Bright eyes
my white eyes
A flash 
all life dies.”

“^lol my shitty poetry, anyways inspired by yesterday where I almost became homeless; I had to walk for 4 hours at night along the road to get somewhere safe ‘cause there’s no sidewalks where I live. Man it was scary! Cars kept coming at me and I had to dodge them, I thought some drunk driver would come out and kill me lol luckily a nice woman offered me a ride. But yeah don’t walk at night on the road folks. This is the impression I got when the headlights flashed in my eyes, they blinded me and it was hard to get a move on.

I was gonna add some more blood and some dead bodies but I figured it’d be too intense and creepy even for you all, don’t wanna scare you guys too much : P”