#a true fricking superhero

[racefortheironthrone]

Read your post on "disruptors", loved it, and made me wonder why so many have a cult of personality spring up around them. Were there similar cults of personality for the mega wealthy in the past; like was Rockefeller worshiped the way so many worship Musk? Or is it a more modern trend fuelled by our constant connectivity and consumption of media? Thanks!

You raise an interesting question.

It was certainly true that the robber barons of the 19th century - Vanderbilt, Rockefeller, Carnegie, Morgan, Gould, Frick, etc. - were larger-than-life figures in the media (especially the part of the media that covered high society). It is also true that with a lot of these figures, there was this popular myth of the self-made man that sought to turn them into quintessential rags-to-riches, up-by-your-bootstraps American sucess stories.

But for the most part, the robber barons of the Gilded Age were hated for their monopolistic behavior and their use of violence to suppress the working class - and these magnates often had to go to great lengths to repair their reputations. Andre Carnegie's library-building campaign, for example, was very much a PR move meant to soften his image after the Homestead Strike. In fact, my great-grandfather Humphrey Attewell helped to organize opposition to the construction of a Carnegie library in Northampton, because he and other working-class people felt that the funds for the library were blood money distributed by a murderer. Likewise, it's not an accident that John D. Rockefeller founded the Rockefeller Foundation right around the same time that the Ludlow Massacre turned him into a monster in the eyes of the American public.

I would argue that we start to see more of a cult of personality around the mega-wealthy a bit later - say, 1900s-1930s - and the major turning point was the career of Thomas Edison. While Edison was every bit as ruthless and grasping as the robber barons before him - hence the war of the currents, his penchant for patent theft and/or stealing credit for inventions, the very existence of Hollywood - the fact that he was an inventor with so many world-changing patents to his name made Edison into a very different kind of media figure. Thomas Edison became a star of pulp fiction and dime novels, a sort of proto-superhero Science Hero - in addition to Edison's Conquest of Mars (an unauthorized sequel to the War of the Worlds in which Thomas Edison gets revenge for the Martian invasion of Earth by launching a counter-invasion of the red planet with his superior technology), there was a whole genre of Edisonades all about young inventor geniuses who use their inventions to save the day and/or explore the "savage frontier."

I think you can draw a line from the cult of personality around Edison to the cult of personality that formed around Henry Ford in the 20s and 30s as not just a car manufacturer but a visionary who had created a new age of modernity, and from there to the legend of the Packard garage, and from there to contemporary Silicon Valley.

#history #robber barons #gilded age #the 1% #billionaires #u.s politics #u.s history

[burgycreeper405-blog]

a messy rant talk cuz am angy

bruh, osc twitter is so fnckin toxic like, they just gave me extreme trust issues that i just start to not follow or even interact with anyone outside of my friend circle immediately even if they art is cool and chet cuz whenever i interact with anyone (like follow, reply or somthin) they will go and block me bcuz someone tells them that i did something bad without even knowing what it is, yet they believe them like they know me better

and the only thing i did was ship knife and mic, ive known that the siblings hc is everywhere and i asked allot of times why its so popular, yet no one is telling me so i did my own search about it but noooo they be harassing and spamming me in quote retweets and calling me out and chet for an info that a newcomer wouldnt know instead of just dm-ing me,, they fr had to tell the public about it

like bro, i just joined not even a year in, just a month in, yet they harassing me like ive been here since day one

and might i let you know that the “proof” they be spamming me is almost a decade old, like, they didnt even ask the person if theyre still okay with it or not, a friend of mine has to ask them about it and guess what, he doesnt even mind it anymore

and then them saying “we reached out to burgy but they did nothing” like??? did my thread that i did and deleting the microknife art mean nothing?? even if the person said that its not even a big deal anymore?? yall need to get more info than just info that’s decades ago cuz like, you do know people change right?

and just cuz i posted that thread a day late cuz like bro, i was tryna write it as clear as possible yet that is nothing to you???

like yeah, i blocked some people but they were spamming and harrassing the frick out of me and chet like dude, i get it, your proof is a decade old, try and see if its still accurate sheesh, shut up, i have never blocked anyone unless theyre being annoying, and thats what i did, i unblocked them a few days later

and now its about the GKGG au??? like bro, it’s an au, obviously its different from canon, and now bcuz of that, my friend has to do an explanation about it here even if it’s so obviously obvious (they even explained there on twitter that the backstory is different from canon, but i guess they don’t know how to read)

haysst

i am so glad that i decide to just keave twitter, ive been wanting to leave twitter since a long time ago cuz i dont even know what to do with it than just like my friends’ & brother’s post and funny retweets and CoryxKenshin says to follow him on twitter/hj

and now, i finally dumped that bird app on the trash cuz, my dash was so full of osc people that i dont even want to interact cuz my gosh, every week is just full of callouts and stuff,and like, they just be bringing up old drama, like even if the person theyre calling out is trying to change and chet or just even the drama was like months or years ago, they be bringing it up like its nothing, like the person didnt apologized and stuff, and what’s worse, people believes the one who did the callout post, they didnt look if what theyre saying is true or not like dude, whats worse is if it’s a fresh wound and the person is trying to change, but i guess the osc twitter doesnt understand the word “sorry” even if you did a whole essay about how sorry you are, it’s like they dont even wait for the other half side of the story bro

two months in knowing and drawing ii and the osc twitter was so toxic like bro, i dont think i can handle years being there, let alone just a month like sheesh

aight

here’s a old random sketch of Katie and a oc named Erick from my tlm superhero au as a, i dunno, a thank you i guess? if you took the time to read all dat, i dunno

i wanna draw more of them,,

#burgy talks

[taiblogcomics]

Underground Fighting Circuit

Hey there, a Winter Friends wish. Probably you're preoccupied with other stuff today. But let me take your mind off whatever that might be with just a little Movement~

Here's the cover:

Classic cover subject here. See such topics as Amazing Spider-Man #33 or Secret Wars #4. A superhero trapped under rock and debris, struggling to lift the stony surroundings around them... It's just such a cool bit of imagery, and it's done well here too. Dunno if Burden is that strong without his demonic side backing him up, though. And you might say Vengeance Moth doesn't have any leverage in the legs, but as a wheelchair user, I bet she has great upper body strength~

We open with Officer Yee continuing to block the way for Officer Whitt (the asshole) to go back and attacking the Movement kids. Yee informs Whitt he is a bad cop, which is true. Whitt replies that at least he knows who the good guys are, which is false. He then decks Yee in the face. Now, Yee himself is no saint either (remember how he sleeps with Captain Meers' wife to start the story). But he's the one I'm rooting for here. It isn't looking good so far, though. And since this is only a page, I'm kind of stretching it out to the end of this paragraph~

Vengeance Moth demonstrates that upper body strength I mentioned on the cover and hauls herself back into her chair. She's ready to get back in there and help out, preparing to go retrieve some backup plan they've hidden. She's pretty worried about what the Graveyard Faction might do if they reach the various innocent kids inside their base. The complication, of course, actually being reaching them, since they've got Burden in full hulked-out demon form guarding the entrance. Black skin, eyeless face, glowing symbols, tentacles for abs, the whole shebang.

Arson tries his one trick, puking up fire, but naturally it doesn't work on a demon and Burden just throws the guy into a wall. Pallas steps up and challenges Burden, and Burden just stomps on his chest. Monster Baby kicks him in the face, rambling something about how only she gets to be ugly. And while the Graveyard Faction and Burden (Burdemon?) continue their fracas, none of them notice Moth sneak on by. She's used to that sort of treatment, and right now, she admits it's even kind of useful.

There's a brief interlude where Virtue has to break an apparent date with Rainmaker, since Mouse is still in the hospital. Rainmaker even got dressed up, but she accepts the raincheck--with some sardonic amusement at the pun. But back at the fight, Pallas' big gun makes Burden stagger a bit. With the fear that the Faction might win, Moth makes her move. She approaches Anguish, noting that she seems to be the one they're taking orders from. And with a badass one-liner about needing a crutch, she decks Anguish across the face with just such an instrument.

Fricks, the cop lady who does dispatch, phones in to Captain Meers to report the fight. Meers instantly knows that Whitt is the one that started it, because that's an obvious conclusion. Meers puts his engine in gear to return faster. And while Yee has gotten his ass kicked a bit, Fricks and Pena also prop him up and stand against Whitt with him. Whitt is particularly shocked by this last, since Pena is his partner. And continuing the trend of badass one-liners going on in this issue, Pena retorts that actually he put in a request for a new partner earlier this morning.

Monster Baby and Pallas are continuing to beat on Burden, to the point where he's starting to revert to human form again. Moth is pulling herself into her chair again, and Anguish is getting to her feet as well. Seems some time has passed as, before Anguish can take her revenge and beat Moth with her own crutch, Moth responds that while she was out, she found and broke the signal jammer. The calls can now be coming from inside the lair. And as she falls unconscious, Moth manages to get a call out to Virtue as the ceiling starts to cave in from the battle.

While they're waiting, Mouse starts to come to. He's whispering something, and Tremor leans in close to hear. Like a cheeky bastard, he leans in and steals a kissy, insisting they're in love now. She's mostly that "I'm relieved you're all right, you jackass" kind of annoyed, but the cute tension is broken when Virtue comes in to collect them, having just gotten Moth's call. And off they go, with Mouse even recovered enough to join them. He's not keen on staying in the hospital anyway. Too filthy for his tastes.

With the fight now causing an active cave-in, the Graveyard Faction decides to call this mission a wash and bail out. Arson in particular is looking pretty pitiful, having shattered a leg from the falling debris. Anguish decides to stop a moment and try to take a trophy from Moth before they go, which is her undoing: the Movement arrives in the nick of time, and Katharsis decks her in the face. Lotta face-decking in this issue. But ye, the calvary is here. And without the ability to retreat, the Graveyard Faction attacks.

Virtue uses her powers to borrow some fear from Moth, who has plenty to spare (she even has a legit fear of being buried alive, taphephobia). Glowing with yellow energy, she reflects it all into Anguish, who immediately starts being overwhelmed by fear. And there's plenty to spare. So she gives the Graveyard Faction an ultimatum: get out of Coral City, or live forever thinking you're trapped under a mountain. And if they kill her, the effect doesn't disappear either. They take the deal and get the fuck out. Victory!

Speaking of victories, Meers walks into the precinct, wanting to know what the hell's been going on in his absence. Yee explains about Whitt's plan to go attack the Movement. However, one can't be fired just for talking about committing a crime, which Yee even points out himself. But on the other hand, striking a fellow officer? Immediate dismissal. Creates a hostile work environment, you see. And the security cams caught it all. That's why Yee let himself get decked. Whitt is fired and relieved of duty. Further victory!

While he's escorted out, though, before Yee can finally pass out, he tells Meers some crucial info. He looked into Virtue like he was asked, and there's no record of her--because she's been dead for six years. And on that bombshell, we cut over to the Movement, watching the rising sun on the morn of their victories. They're not trying to be heroes or anything. But maybe once in a while, they can feel a little heroic about what they've accomplished. No one else is here looking out for the city, after all. And the comic ends with someone swinging into the city and stopping before its welcome sign: Batgirl.

Well, we’re two-thirds done with this series now. Two major villains have been defeated. But the Cornea Killer (who doesn’t get even a mention in this issue) is still out there. And now things are gonna get complicated even more than before. Katharsis and Batgirl have scrapped before, so this promises to be a rematch~

#comics #reviews #The Movement #Taiblog

[mogoona3000]

LISTEN to ME: I LOVE one (1) Col. James Rupert “Rhodey” Rhodes War Machine sir

#james rhodes #rhodey #war machine #iron patriot #i love this man #this is what loyalty looks like #a true fricking superhero #a GREAT friend #a true true true friend #the end of the line has nothing on Rhodey #honestly all the iron fam is super loyal #like all of them frim DUM-E to Col. Rhodes #like #TEAM MFLIPPINH STARK

[stellocchia]

I have a new AU idea. Again.

Okay, I've been reading a superhero fic today and my brain immediately went "how do I make this more angsty?" so what I propose to you is: we mix a superhero AU with the whole idea of immortal Tommy (the version where Dream managed to make the two of them immortals, but Tommy ended up killing him, being stuck as the only immortal alive since only another one can kill him and he's the only one with the knowledge on how to make more).

So Tommy technically doesn't develop any superpower, but, you know, being literally immortal probably counts regardless.

Anyway, thousands of years have passed and people have developed special abilities. Tommy wasn't initially too interested in it until he meets Tubbo. Not original Tubbo of course, that one is long dead, but a reincarnation. This one doesn't have the traumas from wars and executions and losing his friends and family. He's just a bright-eyed teen who aspires to be a scientist someday and develop gadgets for the heroes.

At first, Tommy thinks that it's just a coincidence. He was bound to meet other people named "Tubbo" sooner or later and them looking and sounding similar doesn't mean much. Then Tubbo introduces him to Ranboo. And then Tommy gets a job at Sam's tech shop. And Sam is in a relationship with someone named Ponk whose arm hasn't been ripped off by his boyfriend thankfully (Tommy panicked when seeing their prosthetic arm, but it turns out they just lost it in a car accident). And then he starts paying attention to the news and notices that the 3 top heroes are definitely Wilbur, Phil, and Techno. Same stuck-up attitudes and poor fashion choices. Also, the guy in the boar mask really appears to never have gotten the memo about how the monologuing part is supposed to be a villain thing.

And with all these new discoveries Tommy really can't ignore the very real possibility of Dream being back. Alive. Possibly ready to traumatize more people. (Tommy has healed pretty well by now, but he is still stuck with the f*cking immortality curse that Dream put on him. A parting gift he can never forget).

So Big Man's plan is to find Dream and kill him. Simple as that.

Everyone else is pretty similar in personality to how they used to be, minus the trauma for most of them, so he doesn't doubt that the same is true for Dream if he's back.

And he isn't entirely wrong. But also, Dream is not as unhinged as he used to be? Still an asshole. Still definitely starts stalking Tommy as soon as he takes notice of him. But without ever having had complete power over the city and without the incentive of the book he hasn't cut all his attachments off and shit. He hasn't gone full c!Dream mode. He's a chaotic asshole, but he hasn't necessarily hurt anyone. (Basically season 1 Dream, but without the mass slaughter he organized)

So just fricking moral dilemma of: do I wait for him to snap before I kill him and risk a ton of people getting hurt or kill him now and risk killing someone who would never even have gone off the rails in the first place?

There's a bit of extra stuff under the cut because this was getting long...

Everyone is pretty similar to how they used to be, but also entirely different in a way? Like, it's them, but with different life experiences.

So you keep having instances like:

*Wilbur, happily fishing at a lake to relax on his day off* Tommy, behind a bush: I swear to god, if he catches a salmon I'm gonna scream *Wilbur catches a salmon* Tommy: Why am I here? Just to suffer?

Tubbo: So, I was thinking of creating a bit of a more nuclear alternative to the classic smoke bomb heroes are equipped with if you catch my drift... Tommy: Tubbo, I swear to Prime, I will fucking stab you

Ranboo, holding the ugliest pig plushy ever: I called him Michael! :D Tommy: ... Tommy: Ranboo, be honest with me, are you and Tubbo married? Ranboo: We're 17... Tommy: NOT MY FUCKING QUESTION

*Sam building a robot that's eerily similar to sam Nook* Tommy, tearing up: This is so poggers. I won't cry because I'm a Big Man, but can you make it so he can give hugs...? Sam, now concerned: A-are you alright Tommy? Tommy, now definitely crying: Yes

Also, to be noted is the fact that this Au takes place thousands of years into the future. Meaning that Tommy is literally like a grandpa in the body of a 17 yo. He never learned how to use a computer or a smartphone. He can’t drive and refuses to get into any type of car because “he doesn’t trust them” and “why can’t I just get a horse?”. 

And he’s working in a tech shop. Admittedly he’s just working the register (and mostly because Sam saw him and went “my child now” more so than any actual qualification), but still, his complete lack of knowledge can still cause issues...

Custumer: I need a new smartwatch Tommy: HUH?! Wha- are you too good for normal watches or what?  Custumer: I- Tommy: Are normal watches too dumb for you? Are you looking down on them?  Sam: Tommy please...

He also is incredibly knowlegable when it comes to history though. He did live through it though, so maybe that’s cheating, but still... At least he and Wilbur can bond over being history nerds together:

Wilbur: So, people don't know this, but it was someone who was also called Wilbur Soot that won L'Manburg it's independence Tommy: No it fucking wasn't, that wimp was about to surrender, when I- I mean, when Tommy fucking went toe to toe with Dream in a duel, lost, and then surrendered my- HIS! His Discs for their independence!

Wilbur: It’s weird, because we found an obituary for all of the old L’Manburg citizens, except for Tommy Innit Tommy, sweating heavily: Haha weird, innit?

#dream smp #dream smp au #tommyinnit #c!dream #tubbo #ranboo #awesamdude #also yeah we get awesamdad in this au #because it's my au and I said so #long post

[miraculouscontent]

Anonymous asked:

Huh. At this point, Chat Noir feels more like one of those temporary hero-turned permanent hero people who were chosen by Ladybug, you get what I mean? He's like Rena Rouge but he came in earlier, and doesn't seem as important in fighting akumas like Ladybug is, even though he has one of the two main miraculous (I thought they were supposed to be yin and yang, but Ladybug is clearly the leader while CN is just... a random hero with a little more experience). It's like someone gave a useless side character a superpower and made him an "essential" part of a team, but ended up just making him use that superpower to do things literally any other superhero could do. That said, Cataclysm was pretty much useless in season 4.

Yeah, true. That’s a complaint people have had for a long time; maybe not Chat Noir (that took a little longer), but that only Ladybug is needed.for akumas. I said it before, but it’d be so cool if it was just Ladybug, and she was able through heroes as needed. It adds so much more variety (especially if Fu is still around in the beginning, so he’s picking these other temps and thus she doesn’t know their identities) and would have the fandom healthily debating over who the best temp is, especially in conjuction with how Marinette interacts with them in civilian life.

Like, I don’t like Chloe, but... imagine if Queen Bee got chosen and her and Ladybug actually got along super well, as opposed to Marinette and Chloe who don’t get along at all.

Anonymous asked:

Honestly for me it all goes back to the fricking ship wars. "Well adrien DESERVES-" shhh child, if you cared about that character so much u would want his dad on jail, his mother awake, MOVING TO ENGLAND COUNTRYSIDE, connect to his family, have a healthy life go to therapy and grow a personality or something, staying the hell away from Paris. Honestly I think that would be the most satisfying end for him. BUT NO, winning the ship war is important, let's put on Marinette de burden of being his only chance of happiness or whatever they're preaching now I don't really care.(And the worst part is that "they" are both the fans and the show creators)

(That last part in parenthesis... yes.)

The logic is basically that they don’t want anything for Adrien that Adrien doesn’t already want, and Ladybug is the “thing” that he wants. Therefore, they want him to get Ladybug.

#category: salt #salt: adrien agreste #salt: chat noir #other: ask and answer

[hannibalismos-jaaneman]

reasons why i think eternals was the worst marvel movie yet (y'all have been waiting for this ik) + my opinion on the rotten tomatoes rating

disclaimer: if you wanna throw hate then do not read this any further because this is just a long rant about how eternals is just plain fucking BAD. i do not intend to cause any drama but i just wanna give us true believers the multidimensional perspective back which we seem to have completely lost after endgame, very contrary to what should have really happened. i am not here to demotivate anyone, i am just really mad so bear with me, or else you are free to leave. thank you and if you have read this far then i am guessing you wanna read further so please, be my guest.

intro: so, firstly, ik eternals are pretty important in the comics and they have some real interesting roles to play in the infinity saga and shit but... BUT, they are basically gods. and all we really got to see was that they are a bunch of 7k year-olds going around and saving humanity, swearing to not interfere but they did. frankly, i think introducing all-powerful beings in something like the mcu seems like a cheap dc move. it's too comical and kinda plays with the fairly humane characters we already have in the movies, don't get me wrong, they are amazing in the movies but they are just- a tad too spandex for me iykwim. like even moon knight is a regular person. if i were to talk about the rotten tomatoes rating, i'm- not as shocked. ik it was gonna get a bad critics' rating but the audience would love it. idk, i think as compared to iron man, the movie was- atrocious- to say the least. chloe zhao, whose major genre of directing was supposed to be indie kinda ended up directing and writing a superhero movie. listen, i am not saying that i don't like indie movies, fo god's sake i was crying at the endings of god's own country and cmbyn! it's just that- you know- like- dune and the king would mix well, but if you mix dune and ladybird- like- ykwim?? it's just that. i didn't watch nomadland but ik it won an oscar so it must be something i might like but eternals was- how should i put this in a way that people don't @ me?-like, marvel is KNOWN for its graphics. damn, my cousin (he's been into marvel since iron man) said that he watched shang-chi, didn't understand what the fuck was going on but liked it because the water dragon was pretty. like- you understand what i'm saying right? like, even my father had the same reaction, so did my mom (although she understood what was going on but the graphics were fucking mindblowing). i think throughout the movie, i was searching for those two marvel signatures- the graphics and the dialogues. i guess the whole thing lacked that, adding fuel to the already burning pyre that was my anger at the plot holes. we'll get to that.

plot- the most basic and ill-written plot marvel has ever given? eternals. a celestial is about to emerge from within the core of the earth and it happens after the blip? like uh- excuse me? humanity is currently low and it's okay to kick it out of existence at that time? and no one decided to mention that arishem was the bad guy? so were the celestials? they didn't promote any life or shit, they were power-hungry assholes who destroyed life to have the universe o themselves. also the eternals are useless robots? like ikaris step aside we had vision before these mfs decided it was okay to kill him and torture wanda. and thena was having visions, okay but why didn't she react like a normal mc? why was she ready to kill everyone? ik she's the war goddess but we all know thena isn't dumb or erratic in any form or way. killing gilgamesh was fricking unnecessary, like why? also, where were these guys when thanos was around? like he finished off half of all living creatures and sersi was crying because ikaris left her three millennia ago?? like ma'am?? is he all that you have?? you just let gilgamesh and thena go because you weren't able to get over a rando laser eye? they weren't supposed to be a thing in the first place, but a female character just cannot live without a male supporting her. wait- let's shift this to the next topic.

relationships- so, like they made peggy male dependant, they did the same with sersi. like she kept hopping from dane to ikaris and then ikaris to dane like ma'am?? if you're going to make this gritty and realistic like dc rather than wholesome and fantastical like marvel, at least make the leader a little reliable because that's what a leader is supposed to be. also, why the FUCK was everyone looking for ikaris' approval when ajak had left sersi in charge like- huh? listen. like, ik y'all are new to the platonic besties routine marvel but gilgamesh and thena was pretty dumb, also, sprite, who looks like a literal frigging kid, is in love with ikaris? excuse mE, let a kid breathe? i DO NOT appreciate adult-minor relationships, no matter how leftist i am (ik sprite is a full-grown adult mentally and as old as everyone else but then why is she a kid??? like in atla, aang was a kid but he was 100+ years old, but he was still in love with katara, who was his age- ykw? ik i'm not making any sense- this is just too weird). even leftists who are super open-minded peopl don't appreciate that (i'm a leftist fyi), and it wasn't even like a little girl fangirling at her crush it was like full-on in love, that wasn't okay. sersi and ikaris was just plain bland. don't be blinded by that love for marvel, this was bad. they totally screwed up their chance on making druig and makkari the ultimate ship in the movie.

music score- oh boy don't even get my classical music ass started on this- the absence of the triangles, weak as fuck woodwinds, couldn't even hear those drums, like don't rumble, roar, like the string section just didn't sit right with me, it was basically just brass and effects like i could see the his dark materials meets game of thrones but THAT ISN'T MARVEL THAT'S THE POINT ISN'T IT. the percussion was okay, not as strong as this movie should have had, depending on the fact that it's practically based on 7k year-olds and THEY'RE FROM OLYMPIA GIMME THE GODDAMN ORCHESTRA!!! it wasn't eve as catchy as shang-chi, like, not even fucking CLOSE. like what would have actually worked was something like assassin's creed, damn that's the perfect mix of culture and majesty that the eternals (not the movie eternals but like eternals in general) truly deserved. idk, i see marvel heading towards a more innovative side of music and i appreciate that, like shang-chi and black panther, endgame and ragnarok are perfect examples and eternals should have matched the epicness of these movies if not even more. like the og theme's gonna remain OG okay? it's not antediluvian like everyone thinks it to be. like with tws everyone started throwing shade at it but LISTEN. these are SUPERHEROES, they deserve MAJESTY not TECHNICALITY and PERPLEXITY and MYSTERY. and eternals are GODS, so they deserve EVEN MORE. like i get effects are taking over music but the real epicness comes from the perfect mixture of brass and strings and that just did NOT happen in the score, like, at ALL, for me.

i don't like the rotten tomatoes rating MAJORLY because the audience liked it. like, i was expecting a similar reaction as my mom gave (which just deemed the movie a fucking abomination so yeah) but i did not get that rage from people, in fact, people are liking this movie or i guess i have just seen only people who are liking it, actively talk on social media due to the fear of sparking a discourse. i can understand because our fandom is big on collectivization and stuff but kudos to the critics for rating this one as the worst one yet, because, critically and from the view of a comics fan speaking, it did NOT live up to the expectations in any way and i have listed the main reasons above. it's just not the perfect marvel movie package and comparing it to shang-chi and black panther, even just with music scores, just feels like insulting the masterpieces these movies are. my overall opinion on this movie gets even worse but i love the way chloe went all out with the direction and the way they got us the representation in the movie. it was a brilliant effort but just not on the right path, for me, personally.

#cole shitposting #this is one long fucking rant so sorry for typos because i was fucking furious while typing this #eternals #marvel #mcu #tw marvel hate #tw angry cole #tw angry true believer #tw angry marvel fan

[kaldurahms-lover]

Ember || Tye Longshadow x Reader

pairing: Tye Longshadow x fem reader warnings: idfk, fluff? too much straight dialogue? OH, swear warning and warning for shitty writing lmao word count: 1364 words a/n: this is based off of Tye in Young Justice, and by that i mean the show Young Justice. I haven’t read the comics. Also Y/N is a meta with Pyrokinetic abilities (able to conjure and manipulate fire) and the alias “Ember”

(also this is a little long so have fun, hope you all enjoy <3)

Y/N was getting so damn sick of lying. It wasn’t not telling her family about her identity, it wasn’t the constantly having to make excuses for why she was so tired after a mission. It’s the fact that out of her two best friends on the world, she was keeping two huge secrets from one, while the other was helping her keep them. Y/N was on the team even before Jaime was. You can imagine the look of surprise when he was being introduced and saw a girl he’s known since forever just staring at him dumbfounded. “Do you two know each other or something,” Nightwing had asked. “Oh yeah, this is only one of my best fucking friends” she replied. Of course in all his glorious nosiness Beast Boy had felt the need to whisper (or what he considered whispering, everyone heard) “the one that's basically your brother or the one you like?” Y/N’s eyes widened in horror as she smacked him upside the head. Hard. “GAR! The one that's like my brother! God, you’re so fricking lucky that Jaime is the one here and not Tye or I would personally see to it that i ended up with a green tiger skin rug in my room.” Some of the others on the team were enjoying it, but Jaime was just processing 1) the fact that you were there and on the team, and 2) the fact that you liked Tye. “Wait Y/N, why are you here?” She turned her head back to her friend. “Oh, right! I’m Ember.” she said casually. Holding a small ball of fire in her palm. Safe to say, Jaime didn’t look at Y/N the same for a few days.

It seemed like such a cliché that she would end up in a spot where one of her closest childhood friends was like family, and she was romantically interested in the other. She acknowledged that fact. She hated that fact. But it was true. Y/N really did love Tye. Always had, always would, but the type of love had shifted, and she didn’t know how to tell him that. Especially with the whole behind the scenes superhero gig. But after Tye was abducted? After The Reach got their hands on one of the people she cared about most? There was no hiding it from him anymore. So she went to STAR Labs.

Tye had been there with the others roughly a few weeks. She went in costume. It was essentially the same as Nightwing's suit, but red, without a bird on the chest, and most importantly? Fireproof. 

It wasn’t like she had to dramatically reveal herself to him. He knew her voice better than anyone else’s. Countless nights stayed at someone's house after running off in anger did that to someone. He didn’t necessarily want or expect to be able to have visitors, though. He wouldn’t even look up at Y/N until she talked, despite hearing her walk in. He just sat there on a bench in an almost empty room, staring at his shoes.

“Tye, hey”

his head snapped up

“Y/N? What the hell?”

“Shhh, I don't know who all’s listening in here. We can't go revealing my identity to everyone.”

She sat next to him. Leaning her head back against the wall before straightening out again when Tye spoke.

“Then why come in here knowing I would recognize you?” “Oh, maybe because I care about you? I missed you? Because Jaime and I made the team want to fucking kill us because of how worried we were about you?”

“….what do you mean Jaime and you?” “shit”

“He’s one of you too, then? One of us? A meta?”

“Not exactly”

“Well, then what the hell?”

“shit I'm really not supposed to tell you this-“

“Just spit it out, Y/N.”

“Blue beetle.”

“What?”

“He’s blue beetle. And he’s not a meta. He has alien tech fused to his spine.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. anyways, I didn’t come here to sit here and expose Jaime”

“Speaking of which, what are you here for??”

“To tell you I love you.”

“Y/N we’ve said I love you about a billion times in our lives. We’ve established this. I love you, you love me. You didn’t have to come all the way here for that.”

“Not the same way I used to, you dipshit”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t love you the way I love Jaime and the team and my family. I love you the way, that makes me really hate the fact that I can't kiss you right now.”

“Oh”

“Yeah dumbass. I know you’re not into me, but I wanted to tell you, in case anything ever happens, since we’ve both got targets on our backs at the moment”

“Who the hell said I wasn’t into you?”

“Um, me?”

“well, tell yourself to shut up”

“So, you do like me romantically?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?”

“But then, why did you never say anything?”

“Thought you were into Jaime. You guys were always a little more secretive, a little more busy. It makes sense why now”

“EW please don't make me think about that, Tye, Jaime’s like my brother how could you–“

“shut up”

“hey but imagine, you get a hold of your powers enough to either convince them to let you out or i convince them to let you on the team, you get to say your girlfriend’s a superhero”

“First of all, who in their right mind would believe me? And second, when did we skip to the term girlfriend?”

“Okay, I'm sorry, random bitch you just so happen to like very much?” “Mmm, definitely more along those lines.”

Y/N laughed, lacing her fingers with his.

“Tye I'm really fricking sorry we have to leave you here. I tried to ask if we could just train you guys, but Batman wouldn’t even hear my argument, he just asked Nightwing to bribe me with food to shut up. Which by the way only worked for so long before Impulse stole almost all my snacks— but that's besides the point, I don't like the idea of not being able to see you as much, but I’ll be here whenever I can, and I convinced the people here to give you extra special phone privileges for when I call, and I'm certain by this point you have my phone number memorized if you ever need me.” 

He laughed lightly, 

“ ‘course I do. And I’ll be fine here, I promise.”

“Oh, one more thing, feel free to tell your friends, the others abducted by the Reach, you can tell them who i am. Partially. Assuming you want to actually skip to the girlfriend thing and tell them you’e dating teenage superhero ‘Ember’?”

“Again, like they're gonna believe me”

“Dude, you literally got abducted by aliens and have superpowers. Nothing should be hard to believe.”

“Point taken.”

“Mmm, you never said no to the girlfriend bit, though.”

“mhm I would take that as a yes if I were you.”

It was a nice moment. Until Y/N’s phone rang. It was that distinct number, never kept in a contact. Nightwing. She answered with a sigh. 

“What's up? New mission?”

“Yeah, how fast can you get here from STAR?” “Depends. I'm around 15-20 minutes from the nearest zeta tube, so gimme 25”

“Alright. Get here quick, though.”

“If I'm not there on time, you can always send impulse to come get me.”

And with that she hung up.

She ran a hand through her hair, then brought it over to rake through Tye’s. He leaned into her touch. He loved when she messed with his hair

“I'm so sorry I have to leave. I love you”

she stood up

“I love you too”

She started to walk out before turning on her heel right before she reached the door. 

“One more thing.”

Y/N pulled Tye up to stand, then took a moment to cup his face in her hands before pressing a gentle, yet full of passion, kiss onto his lips. He brought his hands to her hips and smiled into the kiss. 

“I was waiting for you to do that."

#tye longshadow #tye longshadow x reader #tye longshadow x you #x reader #character x reader #young justice #young justice x reader

[cobaltusami]

Superhiro

bleh! Finally It's finished! This took so fricking long to write- But It was a lot of fun. It reminded me of when I was a kid and would play heroes and villains with my friends. I could have fleshed out the ending t word scenes more but I was afraid It would be too long because I could literally go on forever. Besides, I think there's going to be more installments to this with more focus on a single villain instead of multiple ones. That's my plan anyway!

Word count: 4467

Characters: Ler!Hiro, Switch!Chihiro, Lee!Leon, Switch!Taka(briefly), Lee!Mondo(briefly), Lee!Makoto(briefly), Ler!Hina(briefly), Ler!Sayaka(briefly), Sakura, Celeste, Byakuya

The air In the school was heavier today than usual, and the atmosphere was filled with negative energy. Everyone seemed to be affected by It, being less cheerful and more agitated than usual.

Even people like Makoto weren’t impervious to it’s lingering effects. Apparently he and Byakuya had gotten into an argument in the dining hall in front of the other students.

Hiro hadn’t witnessed any of It, having slept In this morning. He was just on his way to join his classmates when he spotted Chihiro exiting the hall. He waved to them but they seemingly didn’t notice. “Hey Chihiro!” He greeted cheerfully in spite of the looming negativity.

That’s when he noticed It.

Chihiro looked up at him with tears in their eyes, stuttering and trying to greet him back. They gave up on their failed attempt after a moment.

“Chi? What’s wrong buddy?” He asked, concerned as he approached the smaller student.

Chihiro shook their head and went running past him, most likely to the solitude of their room.

Hiro was about to go after them but heard yelling coming from the dining hall, he sighed. So that’s why Chihiro was so upset. He took a calming breath and entered the room.

“You fuckin dumbasses! Will you stop fighting!? You scared Chihiro!” Mondo yelled at the two students in question.

“It’s not my fault! He started it!” Makoto pointed a finger accusingly at the affluent progeny.

Byakuya opened his mouth to say something but Taka interjected first. “I don’t care who started the yelling, I am giving you both an order to STOP YELLING!” He snapped.

“Jeez, The hell did I just walk In on?” Hiro muttered under his breath, still going unnoticed by his classmates. He lingered In the doorway for another moment before deciding to turn around and go after Chihiro.

“Chihiro? You In there?” He asked through the door after not getting a response from ringing the doorbell. “It’s me, Hiro.”

There was some shuffling from inside the room for a moment before silence, As if they were hesitating on whether to let him in or not.

“If you don’t wanna open the door, I’ll just sit here and wait until you’re ready.” He said reassuringly, Leaning against the wall next to the door.

Leon approached the Clairvoyant, coming from the direction of the dining hall. He nodded a greeting to the taller student and knocked on the door in a short random tune. “Yo, Chi. It’s Leon. I’m here too.” He announced.

Hiro smiled at the red head and sat down on the floor, Leon followed his lead and sat on the other side of the door. “Mondo was gonna come check on you too, But he didn’t wanna scare you because he’s pretty mad right now.” The Aspiring rockstar said.

“What were those two fighting about anyways?” Hiro asked.

Leon sighed and rolled his eyes. “Stupid shit. Byakuya’s being…”

“Byakuya?”

“I was gonna say a total dick, But yeah.” Leon snickered. “Anyway, He was being a dick and came in insulting us. Mondo started to get mad but Makoto’s the one who got In his face. And Chi tried to diffuse the situation but Byakuya…”

“Lemme guess, He said something really mean didn’t he?”

“Yeah.” Leon replied with a soft sigh.

The door unlocked and slowly opened, revealing a shaking and tearful Chihiro. “H-He said… No o-one asked me, a-and n-no one wanted m-me there. He-He said… He...” They shook their head and backed up into the room, leaving the door open for the two students.

Hiro was the first to spring up and go Inside the room, pulling the programmer Into a hug. Leon was only a few seconds behind him. He closed the door as he entered the room, hearing the yelling picking back up in the dining hall.

He sat down on the foot of the bed quietly, trying not to outwardly show how angry he was for how his friend was treated.

“It’s okay Chi…” Hiro said softly to the crying student.

After a few minutes they pulled back from Hiro, wiping their eyes with their sleeves. “He said… That no one likes m-me...” they choked out.

“Hey! That’s not true! Since when did Byakuya have a good take on anything?” Hiro retorted, picking the programmer up and setting them on the bed next to Leon. “We all love you!”

Chihiro sniffled, Looking up at Hiro with hopeful eyes. “R-Really?”

Hiro crouched down so he was at eye level with them. “Really!” he smiled, ruffling their hair.

“Yeah, That prick doesn’t speak for us! You should know that by now.” Leon added.

Chihiro wiped their face with their sleeves again, tears still leaking down their cheeks.

“That doesn’t mean It doesn’t still hurt to hear things like that.” Hiro interjected. “It’s okay to be sad.”

“Right.”

Chihiro nodded wordlessly.

Hiro looked at Leon silently, trying to come up with a way to cheer the programmer up. The rockstar offered a small shrug as a response.

He racked his brain for a minute before coming up with an idea, He grinned and stood back up to full height. “I got It!”

Chihiro jumped at the sudden exclamation. “W-What?”

The eldest student grabbed the sleeves of the jacket draped over his shoulders and tied them in a knot around his neck, mimicking a superhero’s cape. “I think It’s about time I revealed my secret identity to you!”

Chihiro and Leon exchanged confused looks. “W-What Is he talking about?”

“You’re asking me as If I know?” Leon retorted.

“Well, My name Is still Hiro… But I’m actually a superhero! Ooh! Superhiro If you will!” Hiro grinned, making a superhero pose.

“Oh booooo! That was horrible man!”

Chihiro, to both the mens surprise, giggled at this. “W-What’s your power?”

“I sense when people are feeling down. My superpower Is…” Hiro suddenly scooped up the programmer, cradling them in his arms. “Cheer up tickles!”

He lightly began tickling Chihiro’s sides and belly, causing them to squeal and erupt into bright giggles. “Hehehehe! Hiro! stooop!” they giggled, playfully pushing at his hand.

“Sorry buddy, No can do! I can’t stop until you’ve been effectively cheered up.” Hiro grinned, pinching at their side.

Chihiro’s giggles soon turned into happy laughter as they squirmed.

“Squirm all you want, You can’t escape!” Hiro sang teasingly, spidering his fingers along their ribs. “Another power of mine Is keeping sad friends trapped while I tickle them happy again!”

They laughed harder and gently pushed at his hand. “Okahahahay! H-Hiro plehehehease! I’m hahahappy!”

“Are you sure? Because Superhiro doesn’t like being lied to.” He chuckled.

“I-Ihihihihi’m sure!” they tittered.

“Alright,” He paused, withdrawing his hand. “One more thing though!”

“W-What?”

Hiro readjusted his hold on the still slightly giggling programmer, now holding them bridal style instead of holding them with one arm. He lifted them higher into the air closer to his face, and blew a long raspberry against their belly.

They shrieked and pushed at Hiro’s head, dissolving into fits of loud laughter in his grip.

After blowing a second one, he relented, laying Chihiro down on their bed as they recovered from their fit. “You feel better now kiddo?” He smiled as he untied his jacket sleeves.

Chihiro nodded, still giggling breathlessly. “Yehes… Thank you H-Hiro…”

As Hiro held his jacket In his hands, about to drape it back over his shoulders, an idea struck him. Maybe there was a way to help with the negativity problem…

“I have an idea.” He hummed, throwing the article of clothing over one shoulder as he knelt down on the floor. He leaned against the foot of the bed facing the other two students. “I think I might be able to fix everyone’s bad moods.”

“R-Really? How?” Chihiro asked, their face lighting up as they sat up.

“Don’t tell me…” Leon sighed. Already seeing where this was going.

“Maybe Superhiro should go pay the grumpy students a visit.” he winked, confirming Leon’s suspicions.

Chihiro giggled. “I think so too!”

“I’m not sure that’s gonna work, I mean, There’s no changing Byakuya’s mood from what I’ve seen.” Leon mumbled.

“You know,” Hiro started, seemingly ignoring Leon’s reasoning. “I’m gonna need a sidekick If I’m gonna take down all these evildoers…”

“H-Hey! Are you even listening to me??”

The answer Is no. Not that anyone should be shocked that Hiro isn’t listening to reason.

“What do you say, Chi? Wanna help me get the negative meanies?” He asked.

Chihiro’s eyes widened with excitement, a big smile overtaking their features. “S-Sure!” they beamed.

Leon sighed, throwing his hands up as he was continuously ignored. “Why do I even bother?”

Chihiro bounced up off the bed excitedly and retrieved another sweater from their closet, draping It over their shoulders and tying it at the sleeves just as Hiro had earlier. “I’m ready!”

Hiro laughed at the unusual behavior from the normally meek programmer. “Now you need a super name…”

“Hmm… How about The Decoder?”

“If that’s what you want, that’s fine with me!” He smiled.

Chihiro nodded, giggling happily as Hiro stood and tied his jacket into a cape again. “Well then, Decoder! For our first assignment…”

Hiro spun around on his heels, facing Leon now. “We must defeat the Red Rocker!” He declared, mimicking a superhero voice.

“Th-The Red Rocker?” Leon parroted, feeling a wave of happiness flood him at being recognized as a rockstar. Though that was short lived once what he said sank In. “W-Wait! Nonononono!”

Leon shot up and went running for the door but Hiro was right after him, hooking his arms around his waist and carrying him back over to the bed with ease. “Not so fast, Evil doer!”

“Hiro! I swear to god, If youhuhuhuhuhu-- Hahahahahaha!” Leon burst out laughing as he felt Hiro’s hands descend upon his sides.

“Okay Decoder, Help me vanquish this evil doer!” He grinned. “Through my super vision, I can tell his feet are pretty ticklish.”

“Dohohohon’t you dahahahare!” Leon laughed, struggling in his grasp. “I wihihill burn your cohohohomic collection you neheheherd!”

“No you won’t.” Hiro laughed, squeezing his hips.

Leon shrieked, throwing his head back laughing. “SHIHIHIHIHIT! HIHIHIRO STAHAHAP!”

“Hey, That’s Superhiro to you, Villain!” Hiro grinned, massaging his thumbs in circles against the dips of his hips.

Chihiro pulled off his shoes and socks and started lightly wiggling their fingers all over his right foot. “Yeah, Don’t disrespect Superhiro!” they giggled.

Leon tried to kick Chihiro’s hands away, but couldn’t thanks to Hiro sitting on his legs. All he could do was wiggle his feet in vain and laugh. “HEHEHE HIRO! CH-CHIHI! NOT THEHEHEHERE!”

Between his feet and his hips he couldn’t decide which spot was worse for him.

Hiro snickered, speeding up. “We’ll only stop If you give up being a criminal and come to our side!”

“WHAHAHAHAT THE HEHEHEHELL ARE YOU TAHAHAHALKING ABOUT!?”

“I think what he means Is, Help us and we’ll let you go…” Chihiro explained.

“THEHEHERE’S NO WAHAHAY IN HEHEHELL I’M HELPING YOU!” Leon laughed, sending the best glare he could to Hiro.

‘Superhiro’ smirked and rolled his eyes, reaching back with one hand and targeting his left foot, specifically his arch, a spot he knew would make the redhead convulse with unapologetically loud laughter. “You sure about that?”

Leon screeched, his body jolting sharply at the sensation. “FUHUHUHUHAHAHAHAHACK!” He swore, trying to wiggle his foot away from Hiro’s skilled fingers.

Chihiro took notice of the reaction and mimicked what Hiro was doing, making Leon’s laughter turn silent.

“Are you going to give In now, Red Rocker?” Chihiro smiled, their question was met with frantic nods from the baseball star.

“Are you suuuuuure?” Hiro teased, Still torturing the poor redhead.

“IHIHIHIM SUHUHUHURE!” He choked out, tears welling up in his eyes from laughing too hard.

Hiro relented and signaled for Chihiro to stop as well. Chihiro giggled and stood up. “Who’s our next target, Superhiro?”

Hiro stood up too, humming thoughtfully as he considered their options. “Got any Ideas, Red Rocker?” He asked with a playful smile.

“Oh, I have a few ideas alright…” Leon panted, glaring tiredly at the older man.

“Watch It… Unless you wanna go for round two.” He wiggled his fingers threateningly at the rockstar who flinched and hugged his knees to his chest as he sat up.

“U-Uh… Makoto?” Leon suggested, shrugging his shoulders a bit.

Hiro looked at Chihiro, whose eyes seemed to light up at the mention. “Alright, The Lucky Charm It Is.”

“Th-The lucky charm…?”

“Duh, Everyone has a super name.” Hiro snickered, handing Leon his shoes and socks back. “C’mon Red Rocker, pull yourself together.”

After that, they headed back to the dining hall to retrieve Makoto, but he was nowhere to be found. It looks like the altercation had broken itself up and most of the students had left the hall.

“LifeGuard! Where did The Lucky Charm go?”

“What are you three doing?” Celeste asked, confused.

“Who needs a lifeguard?? And why??” Aoi asked.

“They’re playing super hero.” Leon explained. “He’s talking about Makoto.”

“I’m assuming he’s referring to Hina when he says LifeGuard?” Sakura asked, to which Hiro nodded.

“Ooh! I want a super name!” Sayaka giggled excitedly.

“Hmm… How about… The Platinum Siren?”

“Oooh! I like It!”

“Um… right.” Hina smiled in exasperation, rubbing the back of her head. “Anyway, Makoto went back to his room so try checking there?”

“Thank you, LifeGuard!” Hiro said In a superhero voice. “Come, Decoder and Red Rocker. Let us go apprehend the criminal!”

He turned and left the room, Chihiro following closely behind, Leon sighed and hesitated. Why did he get involved in this silly game again?

He followed not so enthusiastically behind the two joyous students as they hurried down the hall, their jackets flying behind them like actual capes from how fast they were running.

Chihiro rang the doorbell while Hiro and Leon hid on either side of the door against the wall so that Makoto wouldn’t immediately spot them.

After a few minutes Makoto opened the door. “Chihiro, Hey… Are you okay?”

“Mhm. I’m doing much better now.” They smiled up at the lucky student.

“Good… I’m sorry about earlier, Byakuya was way out of line with what he-- ACK! H-Hey!” He yelped in surprise as Hiro suddenly came into view and scooped him up, carrying him inside his own room and dropping him on the bed as the other two followed and closed the door behind them. “What the hell!?”

“Evil doer, Your fight earlier with Byakuya upset The Decoder so I’m here to help them exact revenge!”

Makoto blinked, absolutely lost as to what was going on. His eyes flickered to Leon, who seemed uninterested. “What is he going on about now?”

“They’re playing a game.” Leon explained in a deadpan manner. “They’re superheroes and you and Byakuya are the villains.”

“Oh.” Makoto couldn’t help but smile a little at how happy Chihiro seemed, It seemed like they both were having a lot of fun… Who was he to ruin it for them? “Well, Foolish heroes. I won’t be thwarted by the likes of both of you!”

Makoto leapt off the bed and made a break for the door.

“He’s getting away Superhiro!” Chihiro gasped.

“Stop him, Red Rocker!”

“Why do I gotta do It?”

“The Red Rocker Is no match for me!” Makoto grinned, grabbing Leon as he sprinted out the door. “In fact, I’ll take him with me!”

He gave his best evil laugh as he pulled the door shut and went running with Leon down the hall.

He pulled Leon Into the Gym with him and doubled over to catch his breath. “Man, I need to start working out…” He wheezed.

Leon leaned against the wall, also catching his breath. “Y-Yeah, I’m not really used to running anymore either.”

“It’s really nice of you to play along with them.” Makoto smiled, standing up straight again.

“Y-Yeah well… I didn’t have much choice. They kind of forced me Into It.” Leon blushed, recalling how he got into this mess to begin with. “It was nice of you to go along with it without being coerced.”

“I can tell they’re having fun, I didn’t wanna ruin it.” He replied. “So, let me get things straight… You’re the Red Rocker, He’s Superhiro, Chihiro Is The Decoder… Who am I?”

“Hiro called you The Lucky Charm, I think he was thinking of cereal.” Leon chuckled.

“The… Lucky charm? Ehh, Not exactly the worst name I’ve heard…” Makoto smiled and shook his head. “Is anyone else playing along villain wise?”

“Nope. Me, You and Byakuya were the only villains. Apparently Hina and Sayaka are heroes.”

Makoto smiled mischievously. “Let’s go recruit some baddies then, Red Rocker.”

“Aye Aye, Captain.” Leon smirked in response.

The two set out on their sneaky mission to rope their friends into the silly game, they managed to avoid Chihiro and Hiro quite easily, surprisingly to the both of them.

“You want me to do what?” Mondo asked, blinking in utter confusion.

“Join in on our game as a villain.” Makoto repeated.

“Why the fuck would I do that?”

“For Chihiro.” Leon replied. “Hiro started this goofy superhero game to cheer them up after this morning’s blow up. It’s working so far.”

“We need some backup, Because by now Hiro’s probably convinced Sayaka and Hina to join in-- Maybe more.”

Mondo sighed. “Alright. But only because It’s for Chihiro.”

“Let’s go get Taka onboard too.” Leon grinned.

They went off In search of said student, But they were too late. Somehow Hiro and Chihiro had convinced the strict student to join in on their game as a hero.

So they went back to the dining hall to see If Hina would join them instead but didn’t find either of the girls there.

Though they did find Sakura and Celeste drinking tea.

“Where’s Hina and Sayaka?” Makoto asked curiously.

“They went running off with Hiro and Chihiro, saying something about apprehending the villains?” Celeste recalled. “I’m assuming they meant you three.”

“Yeah.” Leon confirmed.

“Celeste? You wanna--”

“No.”

“Hey Sakura,” Mondo leaned against the back of her chair, whispering something to her. She made a confused face, asking him if he was sure, expecting him to change his mind. But he doubled down, asking her again.

“I do not wish to be involved in this chaotic game of yours.” Celeste smiled, taking a sip of her tea.

Sakura sighed. “If you’re absolutely sure you want me to…”

Makoto and Leon exchanged confused looks. “What?”

“Hell yeah I do, Sakura’s gonna join us.” Mondo grinned as she stood up.

“Alright Sakura!” Makoto beamed at the unsure Martial artist. They went back to her room (Makoto cheesily referred to It as their ‘lair’, Sakura politely asked him not to call her room that again.), since the heroes would be less likely to find them there, and they devised a plan.

“Hmm, They appear to be really good at hiding.” Taka frowned.

“You can say that again.” Hina said after checking a closet.

Hiro hummed thoughtfully as he went over every spot they’d checked. “Maybe they’re hiding in a bedroom?”

“Oh heroes~ This Is a school announcement,” Leon’s voice bounced off of the walls, He had set up his amps In the main area outside the dining hall and spoke through a microphone. “We villains are gonna kick your asses!” He smirked.

“Where’s that coming from?” Sayaka asked.

“Sounds like It’s coming from the commons.” Chihiro answered. “Let’s go!”

The four took off running towards the commons area but only found Leon’s amps with no sign of the rockstar around.

“They’re totally messing with us.” Hina huffed.

“Yeah-- Hey, Where’d Taka go??” Hiro realized they lost the red eyed student and scanned around looking for him.

Little did they know, Mondo had been hiding around the corner and nabbed him when they were heading to the commons, The Biker dragged him back to their ‘lair’. “M-Mondo! How could you betray me bro!? We could’ve been heroes together!” He frowned as Mondo taped his hands with bandage wrap.

“Oh, I’m not Mondo. My name Is The Crazy Diamond.” He winked, Taka seemed unimpressed.

“Seriously? Your gang name? That’s sort of lame…”

“Yeah? Well what’s your super name?”

Taka smiled defiantly at the ‘villain.’ “My name Is The Hall Monitor, Villain!”

Mondo was going to diss on his name, But Taka seemed proud of It and he looked like he was enjoying this game too, So he let it go.

“Alright Hall Monitor.” Makoto started his villainous monologue. “Here’s what’s going to happen… We’re going to capture every one of you lousy heroes and torture you. Once you’re out of your minds, There will be no heroes left to stop us!”

“You won’t be able to catch all of us! I assure you of that!” Taka said confidently, though his confidence wavered once he looked around the room. “W-Wait a minute… Where am I?”

“Oh, This? You’re in our secret lair.” Leon smirked.

“But Sakura asked us to stop calling It that so… You’re In her room.” Makoto added.

Taka flinched in surprise. “W-What?! She’s a villain!?”

“That’s right, Kyoudai…” Mondo hummed evilly. “And the others have no idea.”

“You dastardly fiends! How could you do this!?”

“Quite easily, Actually.” Mondo smiled, jabbing his fingers into Taka’s sides. “Just think, all you guys had to do was ask her nicely and she probably would have joined your side.”

Taka shrieked and convulsed with laughter, trying to squirm away from Mondo’s wiggling fingers. “Nohohoho! Mondo! Stahahahap tihihickling me!”

“Sorry bro, There’s no Mondo here.” Mondo chuckled darkly.

“Thihihihis isn’t fahahahahair! I cahahahan’t move!” He complained.

“Since when have villains played fair~?”

While this carried on in their lair, Sakura had grouped up with the other heroes under the guise of helping them. She suggested that Hiro and Chihiro check the boys locker room while the girls would check over the commons area again. Chihiro and Hiro didn’t suspect a thing so they did as suggested.

“That’s really weird, It’s like they vanished Into thin air...” Sayaka pondered.

“They’ve gotta be hiding in either the boys locker room or a bedroom, We’ve checked everywhere else.” Hina said, turning to her best friend. “I think we should start checking rooms, Where should we start?”

Sakura pretended to think about It. “They could be In any room, Even one not belonging to them.”

“What would be the point of that?” Hina asked, walking towards the dorm rooms with the two girls.

“To throw us off, We should check any open room.” she said, smiling in amusement as Hina nodded In agreement, They began checking for unlocked rooms when they heard Taka shouting.

“HINA! SAYAKA! DON’T TRUST--” He was abruptly cut off, Most likely by someone covering his mouth.

“Taka??” Hina listened carefully for his voice again but heard nothing.

“I think It came from down the hall…” Sayaka said as they hurried down the hall towards Sakura’s room, finding the door was slightly open but It was dark inside so they couldn’t tell If anyone was In there or not.

Hina pushed the door open and crept In, feeling along the walls for a light switch. “Taka? Are you in here?” She whispered cautiously.

She finally found the light switch and hit It, finding Taka on the bed with Makoto covering his mouth. “Heya, LifeGuard.” He grinned.

Hina whipped around hearing shuffling behind her, not really to her surprise but definitely to the shock of the villains, Sakura had Mondo pinned to the floor with a knee in his back and his arms above his head against the floor.

Sayaka had also pinned Leon down.

“W-What?! No way! You betrayed us!?” Makoto gasped.

“Sorry, Makoto.” She smiled. “They had already asked me to join the heroes.”

Hina grinned victoriously as she tackled Makoto onto the bed, pinning him easily. “It was a good strategy, But did you really think Sakura was going to betray me? Seriously?”

“Sakura, I swear to god… When I get out of this hold, You’re soooo gonna get It.” Mondo growled, sending a glare over his shoulder.

“You don’t fight girls.” She reminded him cockily.

“DECODER! SUPERHIRO! WE’RE IN HERE!” Sayaka called upon hearing their voices down the hall, They came running in and looked on in surprise at the scene before them.

“Wow! You girls kick serious butt.” Chihiro giggled.

Hiro went over to Taka and undid the bandage wrap around his wrists. “You okay, Hall Monitor?” He asked.

“Y-Yeah, Crazy Diamond over there was tickling me.” he huffed.

Hiro looked over at Mondo and grinned. “Is that so? Well, You should return the favor.”

Sakura nodded at her cue, removing her knee and flipping him over onto his back. She pinned his arms above his head firmly, there was no way he was getting out of her hold.

“This Is such bullshit.” Mondo sighed in defeat. “Sakura, I promise you as a man, I’m gonna get you back for this.”

“Goodluck.” She smiled in amusement, Her tone borderline teasing. “I’m stronger than you.”

Before Mondo could further threaten the Martial artist, Taka pounced, digging his fingers into every ticklish spot he could find, Making the Biker shriek with laughter.

“It’s okay LifeGuard, We got Lucky Charm. Go help Siren remind Red Rocker why It’s a bad idea to conspire against us.” Hiro smirked as Leon yelped.

“You got It, Boss.” Hina giggled, Hopping off the bed giddily, approaching the struggling Leon.

“Nononono-- NAHAHAHAHA!”

Makoto tried to escape but Hiro caught him in his arms and pinned him down. “Nice try! You gave us a lot of trouble today, Lucky Charm.”

“W-Wait, H-Hiro, C’mon… You don’t have to--” Makoto squeaked as he felt fingers wiggling against his ribs, He looked over to see Chihiro smiling mischievously as they tickled him. “Hehehehey! Ahahahahaha! Don’t tihihihickle me!”

“You were one of the main villains who was being super negative earlier, So yes, We do have to do this.” Hiro sighed dramatically, using one hand to tickle Makoto’s belly while the other still held him down.

“WAHAHAHAIT! WHAHAHAT ABOUT BYAKUYAHAHAHA!?” Makoto laughed, trying to squirm his stomach out of reach.

“Oh, Don’t worry. We’ll get him too.” Hiro smirked. “But not before we completely wreck you.”

This went on for a while, Mondo was pretty pissed at them when he could think clearly again, But seeing the happy looks on Chihiro and Taka’s face's calmed him down immediately.

After that, The negativity that plagued the school seemed to evaporate. Everyone was in much higher spirits.

It seemed like one thing was for sure, when everything was upsetting and everyone was feeling down, they could count on a Superhiro to save the day and lift everyone’s spirits.

#danganronpa tickle #thh tickle #ler!hiro #lee!chihiro #lee!leon #this is an adorable idea #but I'm not sure how well i did on this compared to my other fics #it feels like there isn't as much tickling in it #oh well #i still like it #future installments will have more tickling #i hope y'all like it too! #I'm going to call my room my evil lair from now on #no one can stop me muwahaha #superhiro is such a bad pun #but its hilarious #i totally headcanon that hiro likes dad jokes #fight me #leon is a mood #sakura would never betray her donut loving swimmer girlfriend #or would she? #;) #originally yes she was going to-- #but i decided against it #since the fic was getting too long #much like these tags #my b

[norahthebored]

My Rant About Siege and Storm (Spoilers)

(Re-posts/re-blogs are allowed)

*please don't hurt me, I promise I am actually a decent and kind person in real life*

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED READING 'SIEGE AND STORM'. CONTROVERSIAL OPINIONS INCLUDED, NOT INTENDED TO HURT ANYONE, DO NOT HATE IF YOU DO NOT AGREE WITH ME. THESE ARE JUST PERSONAL OPINIONS. (Book 2 of the Shadow and Bone Trilogy) If you do, do not blame me for spoiling the book. If you have only watched the TV show, you might want to skip this as well, anyways, *cough*, let me begin!

FIRST OF ALL; the beginning from around the start to page 300-ish was literally so boring. Except for Nikolai of course, Nikolai is king. Also, I am not anti-Malina, but come on, some of the scenes made me cringe so hard. You got to admit, some of the Malina scenes were cringy and unoriginal.

Also, why was Mal so insecure about his relationship with Alina? Why doesn't he trust Alina enough to know that she would never cheat on him with Nikolai? (though if I were her, I would 100% choose Nikolai, not gonna lie) Mal obviously feels threatened by Nikolai (why wouldn't he? Not to hate on him) even though Mal and Nikolai's alter persona Sturmhond were literally friends. Mal obviously doesn't trust Alina, which to me is a red flag.

ANOTHER RED FLAG (in my opinion, don't hate) was the fact that he started drinking SO BADLY and STARTED SEEING ZOYA, though I have to admit that he and Alina weren't really a thing at that point, but still.

Alina has also really started to annoy me, starting at the point when she threatened Zoya. Yes, Zoya was rude to her, but why don't you believe Zoya when she said that she lost LITERAL FAMILY because of the Darkling. Why did Alina question her? She could see that Zoya was about to cry, but still decided to throw her off. I sided with Mal when he said that Alina was threatening Zoya and SHE LIKED IT. THE FRICK ALINA?

Alina is powerful, and a great main character, but she's starting to be arrogant. Seriously. (I know I was pretty arrogant as a kid, hell, I thought I was smart when I was 9 because I knew what the word 'vital' meant) But it was obvious that Zoya was super hurt, and though Alina did regret some things she said, why didn't she feel a lot empathy for her, even if Zoya was rude to me, I wouldn't continue to threaten her to leave the only home she has left. Losing family is super painful, and though I'm rude sometimes, I would never be rude someone who had just lost an aunt and a niece in a betrayal of someone she trusted (AKA the toxic Darkling, I LIKED YOU, BUT YOU CROSSED THE LINE DUDE)

Anyway, after those 300 boring pages of the Darkling teleporting like a superhero and being a legit stalker (Except for Nikolai, I love you Nikolai) THE DARKLING FREAKING ATTACKS THE LITTLE PALACE (Yes, I read spoilers about this. Yes, I was still surprised. Yes, I feel the same as when I read the Hunger Games for the first time, it's that painful)

BUT THE THING THAT ANNOYED ME THE MOST WAS WHEN ALINA WAS ALL LIKE:

'oooh Mal, i love you so much, i've always loved, *kiss here*, *kiss your jawline like a weirdo*, i kiss this, i kiss that. i've loved you forever'

AND THEN SHE'S LIKE:

'ooh darkling, let me kiss you and play with your hair, yasssssss. you're my king aleksander.' (WAIT A MINUTE, I'M CONTINUING TO READ THAT PAGE BECAUSE I PUT IT DOWN AFTER SHE KISSED THE DARKLING TO CALM MYSELF, AND WHAT THE FRICK IS HAPPENING. WHY IS THIS BOOK SO CONFUSING)

BUT DAVID HELPING GENYA WAS SO FREAKING SWEET. GENYA IS A LITERAL QUEEN.

I guess I have a problem with literally hating every single main character (Except Percy Jackson, perhaps I'm biased because PJO was the first fandom I was ever part of) like Katniss (She's a little negative and pessimistic no offense) and many protagonists from lesser-known novels. BUT ALINA, YOU GET ON MY NERVES. No offense once again. I can't name all the times she annoyed me, but trust me, there are lots.

AND YES, I STARTED GASPING WHEN NIKOLAI AND ZOYA HAD THEIR FIRST INTERACTION. YES, I KNOW ABOUT ZOYALAI EVEN THOUGH I HAVEN'T EVEN READ RULE OF WOLVES YET. I haven't even read up to the part where Zoyalai is canon, but I've read enough of Nikolai's Grishaverse Fandom Page to know that Zoyalai is literally perfect. Come one, sort of a reckless little idiot and a stern-minded ambitious queen, PERFECT MATCH. OH MY GODS, I'M FANGIRLING OVER A THING I HAVEN'T EVEN READ THAT MUCH OF.

I think Zoya was saying something and Nikolai said something to her during a war meeting and IT WAS SO EXCITING FOR ME EVEN THOUGH THAT WAS THE ONLY INTERACTION THEY HAVE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

But whenever the Grishaverse fandom mentions how toxic the Darkling is (I've just realized after reading Siege and Storm and watching the SAB TV show) they're just like:

'Mal is boring and has no personality'. GURL, THAT'S TRUE AT SOME POINTS, MAL INFURIATES ME MOST OF THE TIME, I did ship Darklina at some point, but come on, it's still pretty toxic, but it was good for a short-term relationship, but long-term....eh, nope. I've come to the point where I have to accept the fact that everyone has different opinions, so if you ship Darklina, ship it. But also realize that the Darkling was super toxic, especially when he killed the innocent people of Novokribirsk. Otherwise, I'll read some Darklina wattpad fan-fics on Wattpad. It's nice to be neutral.

Anyways, I've suddenly realized that people are getting bored of my rant because this is so freaking long, thank you for baring with me. I await the toxic and hate comments for my controversial opinions

Countess of Cats

Inferni - OUT!

#shadow and bone #siege and storm #grishaverse #ruin and rising #six of crows #alina starkov #alina #the darkling #ben barnes #jessie mei li #sankta zoya #sankta alina #inej #kaz #jesper #mal oretsev #nikolai lantsov #nikolai #zoyalai #zoya nazyalensky #crooked kingdom #random rant #rant post #ranting #personal #why why why #why oh why #face palm #anti darklina

[lovelivingmydreams]

A story by heroes and villains

Roman Castile: 3)Gay

In hindsight, it was rather obvious.

He was 14 when he realized he was gay.

It was the first day of high school and he was thinking back on the young avengers animated movie he saw with his friends that weekend.

It might seem weird to have superhero movies when there are real superpowers, but the concept of super powered humans existed in entertainment before the first real superheroes appeared and the genre never lost its popularity.

They had passed the subjects of powers, backstories and plots and moved on to looks. He hadn’t partaken in the debate, but listened and chuckled along at the jokes.

But he found himself rather indifferent to the boys’ oppinions on Stature or Hawkeye. And it wasn’t because they were drawn. He could see that they were meant to be attractive. But even if he imagined them portrayed as the actresses his friends were suggesting… He was not moved. What did get his attention was when the girls brought up Wiccan or Iron lad.

And that had him asking himself a few questions about himself.

His dad had sat him down at the start of summer and explained puberty and all the changes that would happen. Was he a late bloomer? Or was he exactly on time, just not into the opposite sex?

As he was thinking about this he accidently ran into someone, spilling their stuff on the ground in the process.

He kneeled down at once to help gather everything, offering a sincere apology to the poor fellow freshman who’d been made victim of his internal debate.

Suddenly several things registered. The many angsty sketches that looked gorgeous, the amazingly manicured hands, purple rather than black this time. The new dark hoodie with hand sown purple patches. Could it be?

He looked up and found magenta bangs framing a pale face. The colored bangs hung over clear grey eyes with dark make up smeared underneath that somehow brought out the freckles on the other boy’s cheeks. “Virgil?” Roman breathed in disbelief. What were the odds?

Virgil’s eyes snapped up and Roman was left speechless… Oh, frick, why does he look so cute all of a sudden? Gay, definitely gay. He’s sooo gay. And apparently, he’s into the dark and brooding type. That’s the bigger surprise honestly. Who would have thought?

“Roman,” the emo prince replied, his eyes wide with surprise.

“Uh, here,” Roman muttered hurriedly as he offered him his share of Virgil’s things. “And sorry, again, for crashing into you like that. I don’t have my head on straight.” Obviously.

Virgil allowed himself a small, half smile. Holly stars! That’s a nice smile.

“I don’t blame you, I wasn’t paying attention either,” he assured Roman. They got up and Roman noticed that he was now about a head taller than Virgil. Though the other boy was slouching so it was probably a little less than that.

Virgil’s purple patched hoodie sat loosely around his frame, a contrast to the tight jeans he was wearing. His face was plagued with blemishes, a scourge Roman was no stranger to. At least his peer was spared the dreaded braces, a blessing they didn’t share.

Roman’s teeth weren’t that out of place, but his mother said it was to give his wisdom teeth more room or something. He would have to suffer them for one more year, and with some luck he wouldn’t have to have his wisdom teeth pulled as a result.

“Where are you headed?” he asked, hoping he’d share some classes with him.

He let his eyes scan the crowd around them. Virgil’s friend was nowhere to be seen. Good. The few times he had managed to strike up a conversation with Virgil during recess the last two years, that guy had dragged him away.

Virgil dug through his bag to retrieve his schedule. “3b,” he muttered before shoving the paper back into his bag.

“Me too,” Roman grinned and started walking to where the lady at the front desk had told him he needed to go.

“So… How was your summer?” he asked casually.

“It was alright,” Virgil shrugged, but there was a small glint in his eyes that betrayed his true thoughts on the subject. “My dad got me tickets to see Panic! At the disco in New York. So that was pretty awesome. J came along. We made it a weekend.”

“J?” Roman asked. He was fairly sure Virgil was talking about his spotted friend, but he’d never been introduced, so he could be wrong.

“Oh, Janus. You’ve met him.”

Roman nodded. “I assume you are referring to your angry friend?” he teased.

“He’s just protective. He doesn’t really trust other people,” Virgil explained a little defensive.

“From what I saw, you are the protective one. But I’m glad he’s trying to look out for you in his own way,” Roman assured him. He was relieved to see Virgil seemed to relax.

“Your art is pretty good,” he complemented, hoping to direct the conversation back to getting to know him better. Virgil blushed and shrugged. “Sketching helps me relax. I’ve just had a lot of practice,” he explained dismissively.

“Doesn’t mean it’s any less impressive,” Roman pointed out, noting to his delight that Virgil’s blush deepened, now reaching his ears.

“Virge!” another voice called out from behind them. Virgil looked back and before Roman knew it his new friend was dragged by the arm by none other than Janus, who cast Roman a dirty look before returning his attention to Virgil, who was clearly not pleased with the rude interruption. Well, at least he wasn’t relieved to be ‘saved’ from a conversation with him. Roman supposed that had to count for something.

When Roman arrived in class he saw that Janus and Virgil were sharing a desk in the back.

He resigned himself to another missed opportunity to befriend the emo defender of their defenseless peers and sat with some of his friends from middle school.

He didn’t have many classes with Virgil that year, and the ones they did share, Janus shared with them. And he guarded Virgil like a dragon guarded his hoard. Roman wasn’t happy that his first crush ended in a disaster before it began.

Why can’t his life be a Disney movie? He’d be living happily ever after by now if it were.

He’d gladly deal with a dragon or a witch, or a combination of both if that was what it took…

Then again, if you thought about it, he had to face both Janus’ territorial behavior and Virgil’s own shyness when it came to actual one on one interactions… So maybe this was a Disney movie after all. He just had to be patient and wait for the right moment to act.

Or for his feelings to blow over… But he didn’t think that was likely to happen.

Virgil was still brave and selfless in his willingness to make himself the target and draw the fire of the school’s bullies. Which made Roman even more determined to make it clear that he wouldn’t stand for any kind of harassment. Considering he still aspired to become a hero, that was the very least he could do. Being a freshman however, he was lucky he could use his gift to protect himself so he never got hurt. Though the bullies still weren’t intimidated. Except when Virgil and Roman stood against them as a team. Then they clearly decided it wasn’t worth the trouble, even if they still had them outnumbered, and left.

Those standoffs were Roman’s favorite, because it gave him a moment to look back at Virgil and he would give him a smile before he gave him a nod and disappeared into the crowd.

Sure they talked for brief moments at a time in the hallways. But those moments after a victory, they felt more like a team and less like acquaintances exchanging pleasantries. In those moments he felt hope. Hope that one day, he would break through those elusive walls and find the person behind.

@moonlightshow00 @naturallyunstablegamer @alias290 @meowthefluffy @frida0043 @angelic-cali @selenechris @theblackveilinreverse

5)mentor

Masterlist

#ts sides #Sanders sides #Roman Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Janus Sanders #prinxiety #Hero au

[vintervittrannerd]

True as Sarcasm

By @vintervittrannerd for @whotheheckitheheck

Rating: General

Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark 

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, James “Rhodey” Rhodes

Summary: The first time he said it, it was pure sass. But over time, the word started to feel more and more true, until Peter realizes that’s what Tony has become to him. A dad. 

This is for @friendly-neighborhood-exchange, you can read it on Ao3 here :)

The first time he said it, it was pure sass.

He had been back as Spider-man for a few weeks, after the month-long grounding he had gotten after May found out about him swinging around Queens stopping crime after school.

The grounding had been a compromise. May had been absolutely furious with everyone when she first found out (Peter still winced at the memory of her shouting at Tony for what seemed like hours) and had forbidden Peter from going out as Spider-man ever again. Peter had been certain that that had been the end. Once May made up her mind, she very rarely changed it, and she had been angry enough that not even Peter’s otherwise quite successful puppy eyes had worked. But to his astonishment, Tony had, after letting May finishing her shouting, somehow convinced her to let Peter continue his vigilantism. 

  There had to be rules of course. Peter wasn’t entirely happy with all of them, but May and Tony had been in agreement and there was no way Peter could change their minds once they had teamed up against him. The rules included strict curfews for patrolling (10pm on school nights and midnight on weekends), school and homework had to come first, he had to make time for his friends and family, and his sleeping schedule had to still be appropriate for a teenager (though Peter suspected he had quite different views on appropriate bedtimes for a 15 year old than the adults had). He also had to get some actual training, which resulted in an agreement that he should spend every other weekend at the Avengers compound and train with any of the remaining Avengers (which meant either Tony or Rhodey, or occasionally Vision if he was there). He also had to continue his patrol reports, but now directly to Tony, and was under no circumstances allowed to tone down or hide an injury of any kind. Not that he could hide it anyway, because Karen kept a log and reported directly to FRIDAY, and if she deemed any injury severe it would alert Tony the minute it happened. Peter was not very happy about this particular rule, but found it best not to try and hack Karen again. At least not so soon. He figured he would give it a few months at least, and then he and Ned could see if they couldn’t change Karen’s coding without Friday (or Tony) noticing.

And then there was the grounding. Peter had hoped that the, in his opinion, absurd number of rules would be enough of a punishment, but May did not agree.  

“The rules are just to let you be Spider-man at all. The grounding is for lying to my face for months.”

Peter couldn’t really argue with that, and besides he did feel bad for lying to her, so he accepted his punishment with minimal complaint.

And when he was finally allowed back out as Spider-man, things had been so different from how they’d been before the Vulture incident that Peter didn’t quite know how he should behave. Mr. Stark had taken a much bigger part in his life, way beyond what he actually had to according to his deal with May. Not only did he listen to all of Peter’s patrol reports, but he seemed to take a genuine interest in Peter's life, chatting with him about school and friends and Legos. He’d also started to invite Peter to the compound more often, not just for his training sessions, but to work in the lab with him and one time just for a movie night (Tony had claimed that he just needed a third person so a majority could vote against Rhodey's movie suggestions, but after a few minutes of mock betrayal when Peter sided with Rhodey, he had just decided that voting was a bad idea anyway and they should just take turns choosing what to watch on movie nights). And Peter found that he grew more and more comfortable around Mr. Stark, his nervousness and insecurity slipping away and being replaced by a familiarity that he hadn’t expected but definitely welcomed.

Which was how, a few weeks after he’d been allowed out as Spider-man again, Peter found himself in the compound kitchen after a training session with Rhodey while Tony cut up bread rolls and fussed over Peter like a mother hen.

“Have you eaten yet? It’s important to eat after you’ve trained, especially with your metabolism. We don’t want you passing out on us now, do we? Also, water,” Tony tosses a water bottle at Peter and then continues to rummage around in the fridge, pulling out a package of roast beef “you need plenty of water after working out, so drink up.”

Peter can’t help himself, the situation of THE Tony Stark preparing a sandwich for him and pestering him about drinking water is so surreal that the sass just slips out.  

“Yes dad.”

Rhodey snorts behind him and Tony turns to glare at the both of them.

“Very funny. But I have a deal with your scary Aunt and she will have my head if I break it. And I happen to be rather fond of my head.”

“Your deal includes making sandwiches?”

“My deal includes keeping you alive” Tony says with a stern look at Peter, who has a very hard time keeping himself from laughing. “Now shut up and eat your food.”

Peter rolls his eyes but doesn’t protest. He is starving after all.

***

It becomes a thing after that.

In fairness, Peter only sarcastically calls him dad when Tony is really helicopter parenting. In other words, all the time.

And really, who can blame Peter? Tony is, after all, the worst case of helicopter parent that Peter’s ever seen. Seriously, Peter has had four parents during his fifteen years on this planet and none of them has been quite as overprotective as his mentor is.

Peter doesn’t really mind it though. It’s kinda nice to have someone else that looks out for him, besides May. It’s mostly just a fun thing to mock Tony with, especially since he insists that he’s not a helicopter parent and is just being a “responsible adult” (at that, Rhodey had laughed so hard that he nearly fell of the chair he was sitting on and Tony had thrown a half-made sandwich at him).

He doesn’t know when or how it happened. But somewhere during the months of lab days and movie nights and texting each other stupid jokes, the “dad” had stopped being sarcastic and started being…something more. Peter wasn’t really sure what it was, only that Tony fricking Stark, Iron-man, genius, billionaire, philanthropist and arguably the best Avenger, had stopped feeling like just a mentor and started to feel something that was much closer to a real dad. It terrified Peter, but at the same time it made him feel safe and calm. Like he had someone he could lean on. Someone who would never leave him to face the world alone.

And that was precisely the reason he was terrified. Because Peter knew all too well that father figures did leave, even if it was unwillingly. His first father, Richard Parker, had left, died in a plane crash when Peter was four and he still missed him terribly sometimes. His other father, Uncle Ben, had also left, bleeding to death in an alley while Peter held him. And the grief he had for Ben was something he couldn’t even put words on, because it was mixed with guilt. Guilt, because he was the reason Ben had been in that alley in the first place. Guilt, because even with his powers, Peter couldn’t save his life. And guilt, because even though Ben had been his father in every sense of the word and he had loved him so much, Peter had never told him. He’d never called Ben Dad, or told him that he saw him as a father. In his mind, Peter knew Ben must have known anyway, just as Peter knew Ben had seen him as a son even if he never said so. But in his heart, there’s still a stab of guilt. He should’ve told Ben. He should’ve told him how much he meant to Peter.

Peter Parker knows that father figures leave, unexpectedly and painfully, and he knows the guilt that can follow. He knows he can’t always prevent the leaving, but he can prevent the guilt of never telling. And so, he starts to make a plan.

***

Peter has never been this nervous in his entire life. He almost asks Happy to turn the car around and take him back to the apartment at least twelve times on his way to the compound, and when the elevator doors open up to reveal the corridor that leads to the lab, he almost asks FRIDAY to take him back up again.

But he doesn’t. He steps out of the elevator with the small gift bag clutched in one hand and takes a deep breath. He reminds himself that he’s a superhero and that he’s supposed to be brave and that really, this shouldn’t even be something to be afraid of in the first place. Really, it’s just a small present. It’s just Tony. It just happens to be Father’s Day.

Tony looks up from his workbench when Peter enters the lab and blinks several times at him. He looks disheveled and tired and Peter suspects that he has spent at least the past 24 hours in the lab.

“Peter? Is something wrong? Wait, shit, did I miss that this was a compound weekend?”

He looks stressed and guilty enough that Peter rushes to reassure him.

“Oh, no, everything’s fine! Just… Rhodey said you weren’t busy today” (actually Rhodey’s exact words had been “It’ll do him good to be dragged out of his lab for a while, he could use the break”) “and so I asked Happy to drive me here cause… uhm, I just… I wanted to… I-I mean I just thought…” Why can’t he form a full sentence? His brain refuses to be of any help at all, so Peter gives up on trying and just holds out the gift bag to Tony “Here.”

Tony accepts the bag with an odd look on his face. “What’s this?” When Peter just blushes and doesn’t answer, Tony carefully pulls the gift out of the bag.

It’s a mug, the kind of mug that you could get in any gift shop, red with the words “World’s Greatest Dad” written on it. Only Peter had made it a bit more personal and had drawn a small golden Ironman helmet to the side and added the word Iron, so the mug now says “World’s Greatest IronDad”. Tony’s eyes go wide when he sees it. He stares at it, blinks slowly and continues staring as if he can’t quite believe it’s real.

Peter wonders if it is too much. If it is too little. If Tony will just assume it is a joke gift. If, maybe, it would be better if he thinks it’s a joke gift.

Tony is still staring at the mug.

Peter thinks maybe he hates it. Maybe he’ll look at Peter and tell him to take his mug and all its implications and get out of his lab. Maybe he’ll distance himself from Peter again. Maybe…

Tony sniffs and turns away, blinking furiously and swiping a hand at his eyes.

Now it’s Peter’s turn to stare.

“Mr. Stark…are you…are you crying?”

“No” Tony sniffs again, and his voice sounds suspiciously shaky. “It’s just that the air in here is very dry and it makes my eyes water. It’s a perfectly normal thing.”

“The air humidity is at a very normal level,” FRIDAY comments. “It should not affect your eyes in any way, boss.”

Tony glares at the ceiling and mutters something that sounds like “snitch”. Peter can’t stop himself from snorting and Tony turns his glare at him instead. However, the glare quickly melts into a look so soft and full of love that not even Peter's overanxious brain can doubt it. And finally, he dares to say the words he came here to say, the simple yet terrifying words he’d turned over and over in his head, wondering if he had any right to say them. The look in Tony's eyes wipes away all of Peter’s worries. So, he says it, and he means every single word.

“Happy Father’s Day, dad.”

#vintervittran writes #friendly neighbourhood exchange #i have no idea what this is to be honest #its just 2k words of fluff #like so much fluff #(and a tiny bit of angst just cause i couldn't help myself) #but really its mostly fluff #tony acting as peters father figure #peter calls tony dad #and its sarcastic #until its not #fathers days gifts #tony is a helicopter parent #irondad #fanfiction #peter parker #tony stark

[black-equals-mysoul]

Just my random reaction to rewatching Meet the Robinsons (2007). Last watched was most likely 2008-2009

Enjoy

1) damn, I relate to Goob......look at those eye bags. Definitely heavier than my school bag

2) Aw no Lewis :( those two couples should've interviewed Goob if they wanted someone who likes sports

3) okay damn Lewis...... this kid is watching surgery, that's dedication

4) is that.....Wednesday Addams?

5) cAffEinE pAtChEs!? Take my money

6) I forgot how hot Wilbur is

7) robot s p o o d e r

8) the soundtrack is still a bop

9) I wish the future looked like this, I want to float in bubbles

10) and this is the moment I realized they are c h i l d r e n. Excuse me, how did I not know Wilbur Robinson is thirteen years old? And I simped for him-

11) there's no way he's thirteen.....he looks sixteen

12) tOuChE

13) tall pointy boy

14) oh Goob

15) WaTcH oUt—

16) "@!!*0"

17) there's no way a thirteen year old [Wilbur Robinson] has such powerful eyebrows

18) Wilbur's hair looks like whipped cream.....or the top of an ice cream Sundae

19) Carl is also a mood

20) Lewis......he said STAY

21) Spike and Dimitri reminds me of every iconic twin.......Fred and George Weasley......Conner and Travis Stoll

22) just casually unbothered by not existing? That's a mood

23) TheY pUt ChEmiCaLs iN tHe waTeR tHaT tUrn tHe fRiCkiNg fRoGs GAy, Do yOu uNdeRstAnD mE?!

24) the epitome of John Mulaney, I can't unsee it

25) two strange men living in our plants? Yes they're family. Can I have that?

26) Finger guns.....it was at this moment, BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI

27) cuffed jeans......BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI BI

28) wait, isn't the whole point of time travel to not touch your doppelgänger? Goob and Lewis broke that rule

29) Let it Go was actually sung by Goob, don't know who this "Elsa" is

30) "keep moving forward" is such an iconic line and probably helped a lot of children

31) TINY DORIS SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—

32) Buster needs more screen time, and that's a fact

33) just casually slips under the table

34) wait.....Canada becomes a part of the US? Oh noooOOOoo

35) I wonder if they know about the 2020 catastrophe

36) the epic food fight scene, lowkey thought this was how all food fights went down in my head

37) still can't BELIEVE THEY'RE CHILDREN

38) oh Goob, pt 2

39) I just don't know how well this plan was thought through

40) DINOSAUR

41) C H O M P

42) I have a big head and little arms......this lives in my head tent free

43) master? uwu

44) pizza delivery people are true superheroes, thank you

45) "him you can C H O M P"

46) frog mafia

47) I can't believe Franny doesn't recognize Lewis.....that is your younger husband!

48) oh Wilbur, you can't explain this one

49) nO Lewis! He has his fingers crossed!

50) the nostalgia of having your fingers crossed and people would check your hands so you crossed your toes—

51) Oh Lewis, he can't catch a break. He's being backstabbed left and right

52) Goob is a cinnamon roll but Doris is the sinnamon roll

53) Lewis really pulled the "I am your father and you will do as I say" card on Wilbur

54) "?" Is so iconic and important to children, it's okay to not know.....maybe I'm just looking too deep into it—

55) YUH

56) YES GOOB! But the fact that they beat you up for not catching the ball is a Y I K E S for me. Talk about toxic sportsmanship

57) that lip bite about to make me act up— why do I get the feeling Wilbur knows what he's doing

58) he got adopted TwT good for him

59) if that memory scanner is going to be a real thing, I need one. I forget everything

60) I have concluded that scientists are weird, but the good kind of weird

61) F R O G

62) I understand why this was one of my favorite movies as a child

63) this movie gives me hope uwu

#meet the robinsons #50% of it is just me fangirling over Wilbur #wilbur robinson #mtr fandom

[lady-divine-writes]

Klaine one-shot “Fitting” (Rated NC17)

Summary:

When Kurt tasks Blaine with picking out an appropriate match to his witch costume for the annual Vogue Halloween party, he pictures his husband choosing something skin tight and sexy. ... Well, he gets the skin tight right ... (1435 words)

Notes: This is a re-write. Don't @ me. Why am I posting this now instead of holding onto it till Halloween? Murder hornets, that's why.

Read on AO3

“Blaine! Honey! Come on! We’re going to be late!” Kurt emphasizes this point (to himself, at least) by checking his phone, pulling a sheepish face when he realizes it’s only been a minute since the last time he scolded his husband. Still, his criticism stands. This costume party, organized each year by the Vogue event coordinators, promises to be campy as hell, but as a gay man, he can appreciate that. He’s been looking forward to it for the past few months.

He’d like to get there some time before it’s over.

“I’m sorry, Kurt,” Blaine calls from behind their bedroom door. “I didn’t think … mmph … I was … ugh! … taking too long. Besides … *grumble grumble grumble* isn’t there … grrr … a certain greatness … mmph - to fashionable lateness?”

“Fifteen minutes is fashionably late,” Kurt says, checking his face in the mirror to make sure he hasn’t started sweating from all the pacing he’s been doing. He doesn’t want his makeup to smear before the world gets the chance to see his masterpiece. Good thing he added a healthy spritz of Urban Decay All Nighter, then Instagrammed it the second he finished. It’s been duly recorded for posterity. “Twenty-five minutes is excusable. But close to an hour? That’s just plain rude. If we take any longer, we might as well call it a night and go Trick or Treating instead.”

“God, I would kill for a Snickers,” Kurt hears Blaine mutter, and he laughs. “I’m sorry … urgh! … but this … (incoherent muttering) isn’t an easy … frick frick frick! … costume to get into.”

Kurt stops fussing with his makeup and grins. He’s annoyed that they’re late, yes, but he can’t deny the fact that Blaine squeezing himself into a difficult costume has the potential to make up for it. Since the day they began dating, Kurt and Blaine opted for the ‘couples costume’ thing, alternating each year as to who picks the theme. Blaine goes for the same general idea every turn – a dynamic duo from either the MCU or DC Universe, or a problematic fave from reality TV. Kurt aims for more Broadway based or drama series inspired costume ideas – Elphaba and Fiyero, Loras and Renly, Agron and Nasir. But this time, he decided to take a different route - shake things up a bit. He picked out his costume, then had Blaine come up with a match, just to see how things would go if they played off one another, bearing in mind that the costume party has a theme.

This year’s is Expect the Unexpected.

When Kurt chose to go with his own twist on a witch costume, Blaine was then tasked to find something to match. Surprisingly, he did so almost immediately … then refused to tell Kurt what it was.

And the suspense has been killing Kurt ever since.

Blaine could be going as a warlock - simple, maybe slightly unoriginal, but Kurt has faith in his husband to throw in a wrench somewhere. Since Kurt’s rendition is Tonks influenced (complete with an ombre pink/blue/purple wig), Blaine may also follow the Harry Potter route (since it’s his favorite book/movie franchise of all time) and go as a werewolf. Or he might be dressed as a witch’s familiar.

A cat springs to mind.

A long, black, sinewy cat; a skin tight leotard exposing bulging biceps (along with a bulging something else); and a tail sliding between the crack of his muscular buttocks. That would explain the painful grunts and groans coming through the bathroom door.

That much cinch-y Spandex would be a bitch to put on after a shower and without any help.

Kurt lets that thought linger in the forefront of his mind for a moment, lets it settle into his body and do things to him.

And while he does, he whimpers.

If Blaine comes out of their bedroom dressed like that, they may end up leaving later than they already are … if they leave at all.

Of course, Blaine’s superhero alter ego since high school is called Nightbird so there is a chance that - while still staying true to the Harry Potter vein - he’s dressing like an owl.

Could a full-body suit of feathers be sexy? Kurt wonders.

He hates to admit the jury’s out.

The door to their room opens while Kurt is daydreaming, so he doesn’t notice his husband until he clears his throat and says, “So … what do you think?”

Kurt snaps out of his stupor at lightning speed, eager to see his husband’s version of whatever character he came up with (please be a cat, please be a cat, please be a cat!), but finds himself stumped by the creature in front of him, swathed in brown latex and bearing his husband’s face.

“That depends …” Kurt tilts his head from side to side, trying to find an angle that will ultimately reveal what he is, but he can’t seem to find it. Kurt definitely got the ‘skin tight’ right, but whether or not that’s a good thing, he has yet to decide. He circles his husband, looking him over from top to luscious bottom, but neither from front nor back can he figure out if Blaine is supposed to be some sort of animal … or a shiny turd with furry feet. The brown seems to have some kind of grain painted on. What could that mean? “… what are you supposed to be?”

Blaine raises his arms as best he can and announces, “I’m a broom!”

“A … a broom?”

“Yup.”

“And why, of all the things you could have chosen, did you pick a broom?” Kurt asks, amazed that somewhere in the recesses of the web, some company (more than likely out of Hong Kong) came up with a broom costume … and his husband ordered one.

“You wanted me to pick out a costume that would match yours,” Blaine reminds him. “Something unexpected …” He waddles over to his husband, trying his best to look sexy even though a good two feet of his costume sticks up over his head like a wonky dildo. “Plus, you know what they say …”

“And what is that?” Kurt asks, distracted by the fact that he has no idea how they’re going to get Blaine into an Uber.

“If the broom fits …” Blaine pauses to bounce his eyebrows suggestively “… ride it.”

“Does that fall along the lines of ‘I licked it, so now it’s mine’?”

“That makes every inch of my body yours then, doesn’t it?” Blaine manages to wield his seductive voice even though he looks absolutely sexless. “Except maybe my feet below the ankles.”

“Yeah, well, sorry, but I’m not into that.” Kurt leans back to get another full look at his husband and shakes his head. “How long exactly did it take you to get into this?”

“Longer than I care to admit.” Blaine attempts to tug at the rear of his outfit, leading Kurt to assume there may be some kind of attached brief underneath, causing him a latex uni-wedgie, and probably some unmentionable chaffing. “Does that deserve some kind of reward?”

“Possibly.” Kurt crosses his arms. “Can I dress you up in something more appropriate if you get one?”

Blaine grins, but then he scowls, wiggling his body with a tortured expression on his face. “You know, originally I did all of this to vie for a little unnecessary external validation, but this costume is crushing me.”

“That bad, huh?”

“A-ha. My butt itches like crazy, and I’m having trouble breathing. So, if you help me out of this, I promise, you can put me in anything you’d like.”

“Good.” Kurt walks over to his drafting table and grabs a heavy duty seam ripper. “Because I’ve always thought you’d make a stunning Morgan le Fay.”

Blaine fixes his husband with an anxious expression as Kurt searches for an air pocket big enough for him to poke without impaling his husband. He has to give Blaine credit. This costume looks so painted on, he’s having trouble finding any gaps at all. “Can I wear that McQueen thing with the red brocade coat and those black thigh high boots of yours?”

Kurt finds a safe spot and pricks it with the sharp tip of his tool. The material pops, giving way to a long rip down Blaine’s left side, freeing him from his latex prison. He lets out a sigh that sounds downright orgasmic. It alone is worth lending him the boots. “Deal.”

#klaine #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction

[aterriblethought]

I feel like Japanese content creators are able to convey a certain kind of bittersweetness/nostalgia in their work that Western content creators can’t seem to capture... I don’t even know how to explain it lol. I wonder if it’s a cultural thing or...???

I don’t know, Americans can get pretty nostalgic over past eras, especially the WWII era for some fricking reason. When you look back at the past you get these sort of rose-colored glasses and just gloss over all the bad parts of that era. I think the Japanese are often stereotyped as being unemotional in comparison to Americans, but that isn’t really true. If anything I think the Japanese have more of a spiritual and sentimental connection to things, and I think that sometimes comes through in their art. It’s difficult to really compare Japanese to Western comics, because Western comics tend to be generally split between superhero comics, kids comics, and more artsy comics. There isn’t the same opportunities in Western comics to just do something sentimental. But obviously, I am generalizing a LOT.

#Anonymous

[zebra-all-the-time]

Two meet and make memes, because love 💖💖💖 those are us

Frick I promised to draw but my desire to draw just yeeted itself out the window I am so sorry

Come on, man. It’s the life. It’s true friendship based solely on love and memes🥺 with a dash of ninja and superhero family uwu ilysm m8