#All Might is *chefs kiss

[donkeys-waffles]

I just love the versatility of AFO fans, like on one side you'll have this incredibly Indepth analysis of his childhood trauma and on the other side you have the horniness people you've ever encountered. And it's amazing.

[speakofcompersion]

231216 Metamorph Black Rose Fancam

[worfsbarmitzvah]

there’s such an attitude among ex-christian atheists that religions just spring up out of the void with no cultural context behind them. like ive heard people say shit like “those (((zionists))) think they own a piece of land bc their book of fairy tales told them so!!!” and they refuse to understand that no, we don’t belong there because of the torah, it’s in the torah because we belong there. because we’re from there. the torah (from a reform perspective) was written by ancient jews in and about the land that they were actively living on at the time. the torah contains instructions for agriculture because the people who lived in the land needed a way to teach their children how to care for it. it contains laws of jurisprudence because those are pretty important to have when you’re trying to run a society. same for the parts that talk about city planning. it contains our national origin story for the same reason that american schools teach kids about the boston tea party. it’s an extremely complex and fascinating text that is the furthest thing from just a “book of fairy tales”

[whenthelightisrunninglow]

remembered @hehe-hoho-ohno's misfits au it's sooooo good and i love it. CHEERS AND APPLAUSE. YAY

[fisheito]

I started reading beastars so now HE's reading beastars .wait

THEY'RE reading beastars

[rking200]

Sometimes the only road to take is the darkest Sometimes the only way out is as a carcass

Happy 6th Anniversary, Detroit: Become Human! As always, you can find these gifs and more on the Connor and Markus pages of my Gif Archive.

[cloudwisp]

comm by bubble_sen

“Does this tea time have to end at all? Couldn’t it just continue on into the evening, with you keeping me company?”

[mi---amor]

Amor comes from a Puerto Rico-inspired isle. She's crazy strong because she helped volunteer in disaster relief, serving/transporting food and essentials and aiding with debris cleanup. She also helped run her father's cafe, so she has a lot of food-related past work experience. based on some real-life stuff <3

she likes being helpful. i'm sure it's greatly appreciated by her Chef Saltbossman.

more rambles below cause I'm feelin a little brave

my headcanons abound and are for my comfort but he's actually Italian/Spanish. i have like. ideas for a hc family i might draw sometime. cause i may or may not have Saltbaker hc lore but i'm kinda nervous about barfing too much about him ,,

their meeting's not set as official because i have lots of different ways they could meet and bond. but one of my favorites is that Amor is new and looking for a job. it's hard because Spanish is her first language, and because she's a non-'American' woman given the insinuated period.

then she finds a place at the bakery and befriends Tartmaker. good times ensue

[dxxtruction]

Louis' "You're boring!" Could mean so many things, but I think what's most apparent about that line is that Armand takes no initiative just for himself. He's not really anybody, because he never goes out and finds himself or gets attached to anyone but Louis. Without Louis as his guide he's literally just sitting on a couch picking lint! That's the thing.

He orbits constantly around what would make Louis happy, and never really fully going what would make me happy? Ultimately that drive to please Louis is what drives him to torturing Daniel, not so much that he'd care to just do it. Ultimately, not giving proper care to Louis is just a way to make sure Louis knows he has to orbit around him as well, with shoving Lestat onto him just that other nail on the coffin. So, even if he fails to figure out how to make Louis happy with him, he still knows what Armand is good for, and better than.

That dependency is what drives Armand's abuse. It really just comes down to that. Armand doesn't even realize how suffocated he is by his own dependency. This is just how life is to him. (It shouldn't be lost either that dependency is a theme considering this episode also deals with addiction).

Daniel's fascinating because he's just so driven to be somebody. He's largely independent, he seeks things because he wants them. It's his drug to poke and prod at all the things that he shouldn't. Daniel's exciting because he lets Louis in to something different, lets him in to all this potential in another person that he can also do the same with for himself. It's a real connection. A two way street. It's easy to tell how Armand can be smothering then because he's never introducing him to anything really new, and most the ways both of them connect are all painful and traumatic. It's never just fun because there's always that layer of that pain. Fun died with Claudia.

50 years on they've gotten to a lot better place, both of them, but it's still that same shit. No seriously, "How is this any different from last time, Louis?"

Well... Because Armand's going to be, at the very least, making one [1] decision only for himself - and that's to hold power over Daniel's life. Fucking sick foreshadowing.

They aren't driving each other to the brink anymore but "The vampire is bored" STILL. Maybe it's even worse, despite being in better places, because Louis' sort of just been defeated by it. (I mean, can he even really leave this either?). He's accepting the dependancy cause he kind of has to. He'd literally ended up letting all the enjoyment be up where he can't reach [The book shelves]. Armand so desperately wants Louis happiness but what really ends up happening is that Louis ends up having to give Armand all his own. He's got no one or anything else to get it from. But like an iPad and an over the top eating ritual. Two extremes of what's just more lint picking.

This whole relationship is one I find just tragic inside and out. You have to just pity it, really. There's ways in which you can find yourself feeling bad for both of them. But you can only really be mad at Armand for any of it. Armand, who isn't even 'free' in any sense, having so little concept of his own independence, but is at the same time so controlling over other's. It's a tragic cycle. It's an infuriating one.

Louis at least has the mind to know when enough is enough. If just needing that extra push to get there. Armand's too scared of it being over to even try.

[cassmouse]

This is a Future Ramona Flowers appreciation post bc look at her I actually love her so much

[oliviadrawsbts]

First time drawing 💙✨️ him ✨️💙

[geeks-universe]

Yagi Toshinori x Supergirl!Reader

I’ve been slowly adding to this idea over a few months. It’s based around a young All Might and reader (who is Kryptonian/is basically supergirl)

“I’ll stabilize the building, you get the villain,” he ground out, his steadfast grin calming the few civilians who dared to look out the window.

Your nod was resolute as you passed the weight over to him, turning back to the one responsible for the chaos. Despite his years as a hero, and all of the training that ensued, he didn’t like leaving the villain to you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust your ability- he did, maybe more than any other hero he’d ever worked with- it was that he didn’t want to risk the chance of you getting hurt.

Not after that crazy man months ago who was asking specifically for you.

The name you were making for yourself as a hero was starting to attract the wrong villain crowd. They wanted to prove themselves capable, and you were the perfect person to do so. Nothing drew attention like kicking the ass of someone the media drowned in praise.

It couldn’t be helped though. You would be fine, he just needed to focus on getting the people out of this building. It wasn’t a skyscraper by any means, but he couldn’t possibly just hold it upright while everyone evacuated. That could take hours if he were lucky.

Just as he’d considered drilling it into the ground a bit, a rescue hero who specialized in rock manipulation rolled onto the scene- Rock? Rocky something?- and created a support capable of stabilizing the building. He sighed at the sudden weight lifted off his shoulders, and shot a thumbs up to the support hero, before making his way to where you were locked in battle.

It’d only been a few minutes, but in that time you had moved in, forcing the villain a fair distance back. The little bit of defense he’d mustered up with the last remaining metal had been blasted away by you.

In a final, desperate attack, he lunged forward, an outstretched hand forcing a large piece of shrapnel towards your back left. You sidestepped it, throwing your body to the right just in time to dodge.

Only….

You hadn’t dodged.

The villain had planned it. In his waiting hand was a green blade, a bit lighter than the one that the villain in the park head, and significantly smaller. Still, his quick move forced it into your abdomen.

Toshi shouted then, a terrifying noise that struck fear into the villain’s heart. It didn’t matter, he initiated with a speed the man couldn’t even comprehend, slamming him into the ground with a little more force than necessary.

“Toshi,” you muttered, your voice oddly quiet.

He tore his eyes from the unconscious villain, jumping to you before you could fall. Your body fell into his arms, weight limp against him as you held your hands to the wound in your stomach. Blood was gushing through your fingertips, staining your skin.

Blood.

Your blood.

A fist had wrapped itself around his heart, holding it steady as he stared at the sight of your wound.

It…

You…

Fear.

Fear like he’d never known before, like he’d never even considered, bloomed in his still chest, the thought of losing you bringing the world to a crushing halt.

“You need a doctor,” he told you slowly, gently.

You shook your head, crying out at the pain. The sound tore at his heart, digging itself into his mind.

“No, no, it’ll heal,” you promised him, trying to pull on the handle of the dagger. “I just need it out.”

“That isn’t-“

“Toshinori!” Your voice was firm, the fire in your eyes sharpened as you yanked, the sound harrowing as the blade slipped out.

You hissed, the sound caught between your teeth as you threw the knife far from your person. It took a second, but he watched with amazement as the skin slowly sealed itself, leaving no trace you were ever hurt to begin with besides the red, sticky substance coating your hands and clothes.

“That is some quirk,” Toshinori whistled, still holding you against his chest like he was afraid it’d open back up.

And maybe he was afraid.

That rage in his stomach, the absolute fury he felt at the villain for daring to harm you, was foreign to him. He’d never felt an anger so intense, a fire so brutal, that he’d wanted to make someone hurt- not just incapacitate them.

But you were there. You were solid, your trembling hand reaching out to rest against his chest, drawing his attention.

Somehow, you knew. Somehow, you’d read his expression, had seen the change in the pull of his muscles, and despite the situation, you still chose to comfort him.

Your hand was strong, steady, against the rising and lowering of his chest. Slowly, cautiously, patiently, you pressed your forehead to his, the warmth of your breath fanning over his mouth with each beat of your heart.

A heat spread from the base of his stomach, a finger grazing up his spine, settling against his skin. It was a warmth, a familiar one, yet something he’d never felt before altogether. Affection, and still, something so much more.

He felt it in the hammering of his heart, the pumping of his blood, the reverberation of every breath. The world faded away at some point- the chaos, the wind, the destruction- it became nothing. Existence itself began and ended with the press of your forehead, the sprawl of your fingers, the gentle call of his name on your lips.

For just a moment, a perfect moment, it was you and him, a reality all in itself, where there was only comfort and attachment and love.

Click.

It was quiet, near imperceptible, but to two people who had spent far too much time in the public’s eye, it was like a gunshot.

You pulled away first, and the cold air was startling against his body. He shivered, clenching his hand into a fist to prevent from reaching back out to you. Panic swelled, pouring down his form like a bucket of cold water.

His gaze landed on the cameraman with far more rage than he intended, but it didn’t matter. The damage was done. A crowd had formed while you’d been distracted, a number of devices aimed in the general direction that you’d both been standing in.

“Shit,” he cursed, twitching at the thought of what Gran Torino would say to him.

No doubt the old man was going to give him an ear full.

While his curse was said lowly, yours was much more pronounced. Red tinted your cheeks, and you looked flustered, either from the sudden attention or you were feeling exactly what he had been.

He hoped it was the latter.

“I should-“

Whatever you’d been about to say, you stopped short, backing away as you shook your head. He tried to calm you, maybe to offer an apology, but you were pushing off into the sky before he could stop you.

He gave a friendly wave to the crowd before he followed suit, phone already in hand by the time he landed blocks away to text you- what? That he was sorry? That he felt something?

Eventually he settled, pocketing his phone before making his way home to wind down.

Toshi ^.^ 18:56

I hope you’re okay. If you need anything, I’ll be here.

[cowcat44]

"Thats why…. I gotta show my face!

"Meet Armored All Might!" (dub)

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

NOT KRIPKE OUT HERE TRYING TO BREAK THE INTERNET WITH THAT POST-CREDITS SCENE ON THE BOYS

👏👏👏

[sophistired18]

No one talk to me. I fell in love.

[vaguely-concerned]

first of all rye 'hello fellow kids' ingellvar there is nothing in this world or any other I wouldn't do for you. second of all, considering where this story ends... I'm going to die. this conversation -- and how much he genuinely believes what he's saying at this point -- held up against the fact that in a couple of months max he's going to get her killed (well. that's how he feels anyway) and then go against everything she believed in and stood for as a person in the end and have to live forever with knowing that's how he honoured her sacrifice. (and live with how easy it is to live with, the way he doesn't regret what he did at all. she'll haunt him from time to time, that's fine, he's a watcher he's loved many a ghost before and will again. but that won't.) 'no one is beyond help? oh lace I'm so so sorry, wherever you are now please forgive me for who I am, but after what he pulled and by the time I'm done with him on my watcher's oath he will be beyond help. I'll hold every hand in this world that reaches back but his'. and she'll still be gone.

'or none of this matters'. im so fucking sad I feel sick *through tears* this is great I love fiction I love this game (embarrassingly genuine as is my wont)