#Hero Inc.

[geekpopnews]

Rooster Fighter: O anime do galo lutador é anunciado

A VIZ Media acaba de anunciar a adaptação em anime do popular mangá Rooster Fighter, criado por Shu Sakuratani. #RoosterFighter #anime #vizmedia

Uma grande novidade para os fãs de anime e mangás! Durante seu painel na San Diego Comic-Con (SDCC), a Viz Media anunciou, oficialmente, o anime de Rooster Figther. O Adult Swim vai transmitir a série quando ela estrear. A VIZ Media confirmou durante a San Diego Comic-Con (SDCC) que o emocionante mangá “Rooster Fighter – O Galo Lutador“, de Shu Sakuratani, ganhará uma adaptação em anime. Essa é…

[miyakuli]

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[mieczyslawn]

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ★ . . . disney movies

[punishedsaints]

[chernobog13]

Alex Ross' cover for the first issue of Dynamite's Justice, Inc. #1 (August, 2014) featuring a crossover between The Shadow, Doc Savage and The Avenger.

[rayssion]

Leo: hmmm.

Nico: hmm?

Leo: hm, hmm.

Nico: hmmm.

Nico and Leo: nod at each other.

Jason, stuck in the middle between them: now this feels unsettling....

[planetsano]

◟* ♡ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : hybrid reader, guns, hunting mention.

Sometimes I think about a hunter— a big, tough macho kind of man who can hold a gun that’s heavier than you ever probably had to lift because all you do is pick berries and herbs all day.

A real man, you know? One of those men who could survive in the wilderness alone with just his bare hands. Hands that are so big and rough— ones that radiate warmth. I think about those same hands that have never touched or.. really felt a soft pair of silken bunny ears.

He would have had to met you in the wild, right? I imagine he’d had to have been at least 30 feet away looking through a scope on his rifle— he saw your ears first. Floppy sweet things that were beautiful in color. Shiny and healthy, a rare type of pattern speckled against the base color of your hair’s locks.

If your head hadn’t popped into view at the last second, surely you would have been someone’s dinner or a new fur scarf. A vegan’s worst nightmare, really.

His brows would furrow in a burly pinch, lowering his weapon before letting out a sigh. Well, he couldn’t kill you now. That would go against his morals but he’s well aware that there are plenty who would just be jumping to sink their claws into a hybrid. To either sell, kill, skin or keep as a pet— even a slave. There was just so much opportunity, which is exactly why hybrids like you were in such a high demand.

He’s never actually interacted with your kind before so he’s curious. He’d inch closer, careful not to spook you. It’s no surprise that for such a big man, he’s surprisingly light on his feet when he’s in his element. There’s too much experience under his belt to carelessly step on a twig. It’s life or death in some cases.

You’re at a pond— the crystal-clear waters mirror the vibrant greenery that surrounds it, while lily pads float gently on its surface. There’s a waterfall pouring into its depths. It looks unreal, and you’re just the cherry on top.

You’re nearly nude, only tattered pieces of various pieces of cloth almost stylishly worn to your body. You seem to be at peace giggling as your feet make the water splash while your chase a butterfly. He’s never seen anything quite so innocent

It’s your eyes. Your eyes it’s just fucking big doe eyes that do him in when you finally spot him. He’s fully ready for you to make a run for it but You don’t seem afraid at all— he’s surprised. Even more so when you cautiously walk over as if you don’t want to scare him. It’s just that.. he’s a man.. you’ve never seen one before. You’re so curious, too curious for your own good.

Your fingers would gently trace the contours of his face and run through his hair, a sense of confusion deepening in your eyes. Unlike the hybrids you’ve encountered before, there’s a startling absence of ears on his crown. You would take one of his hands and allow him to touch the softness of the floppiness of your own, silently asking him where his were.

“I don’t have ears like yours—” He’d suddenly cut himself off at your expression. His voice..! It’s so.. deep! It’s amazing, you want him to say more words but you don’t quite know how to communicate in a way humans would understand. You’re just so excitable you want to explore every inch of him but alas, you hear your friends approaching near. You give him one of the wild flowers stuck in your hair before disappearing onto a deeper part of the forest.

And he wonders if he’ll ever see you again.

— ushijima, kita, iwaizumi, toji, choso, nanami, eren, reiner.

+ bonus: dilf gojo specifically, and single father bakugo.

[driveintheaterofthemind]

Vintage Paperback - The Spider #03: The Prince Of Evil by Grant Stockbridge (1985)

Art by Frank Kelly Freas

Dimedia Inc.

[romancemedia]

Classic Disney Movies and Spin-off TV Series

[putalittledirtonthere]

Do you wish that Tommyinnit was a silly vigilante??? Well then do I have the fic for you! I’m pretty hyperfixtated right now too so active updates

[4thebedrockbros]

A Bedrock bros SUPERHERO AU WIP I need opinion on

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Icarus, the boy that flew too close to the sun, burnt and fell.

He hadn't chosen this alias, though it ironically fits him well. When he inevitably falls, there will be no outstretched hands, there will be no saviours.

Tommy is Icarus. Tommy will burn. Tommy will fall.

And eventually, he'll die all alone, an unmarked grave as the only proof of the fact that he had once been someone, that he had once screamed, laughed and cried.

He's completely fine with that. ( He is a liar )

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When he hears something falling loudly on his balcony, Technoblade knew it would be a long night.

When he chose to live near Logsteadshire, the district with the highest crime rates, he knew he would probably have to deal with robberies and other things of the sort. It had not bothered him, if he could he would've moved directly inside said district, but no, the Hero Committee and his father had to be rich dumbasses over it.

In his humble (and completely right) opinion, crime rate in Logstead’ would probably be way lower if the heroes actually came to patrol there instead of leaving the heavy lifting to vigilantes. Don't get him started on their vigilante policies.

Now he wasn't actually a hero, while the HC would probably like him (or force him) to be one. But with a father that's the number one hero and a power that is considered “ dangerous “ the brunette still has to listen to whatever they say or do whatever they order him to do.

Anyhow, Techno takes the baseball bat he keeps near the front door of his apartment and slowly makes his way to the balcony, hoping the robber was unharmed, he's not really in the mood to deal with guns or any other weapon, unsurprisingly.

He steps in front of the glass door of the balcony, opens it and stops his steps, breath halting as the bat in his hand, now forgotten, clatters to the floor with a -thud-.

In front of him a small figure, with a white and golden coat, black combat suit underneath, blue lens goggles along with a black mask covering the lower half of their face, and two golden mechanical wings that seemed a bit messed up. And blood. So much blood everywhere.

Fuck.

This ladies, gentlemen and folks of all other genders, is the vigilante Icarus, or Archangel as some people tend to nickname them. They've been fighting crime all over the poorer districts for a little over a year now without once being caught by the heroes.

And listen, Techno knows he should probably call the committee, his father or even the police. But–

They're probably the reason the kid (He refuses to believe that this is a grown man, they look so small) is in this state in the first place. And so, Technoblade does something that would probably make the HC snap and finally put him in Pandora, he slowly lifts the young figure off the ground, leaving the busted mechanical wings aside for now, and takes them inside before they end up bleeding out.

Is he risking his safety for a random kid in a suit? Apparently so.

Who knew ‘The Blood God’ could be so heroic.

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The first red flag was that when Tommy woke up, he felt safe and warm, which doesn't add up since last time he checked he was very cold and dying alone on a concrete roof, or was it a balcony? Fuck if he knows. Did he actually die? Huh. He would try and say that it was surprising but it was really not.

However, he does feel pain all over his damn body. ' Man, the afterlife fucking sucks’ is his first thought.

“ You're not dead, kid . “ A monotone voice answer - and that was the second red flag. That definitely wake Tommy up, because, first of all did he say that out loud? Probably not, he knows better. Second of all if he isn't dead then, where the fuck is he. And most importantly who the fuck was that-

The vigilante immediately shot up to stare at the stranger. He's apparently in the living room of a small apartment, the unknown person standing in their kitchenette, above the shoulder brown hair and crimson eyes not bothering to look at the younger boy, the man is buff, has a few scar as well, way more than the usual civilian, and square glasses sitting on his nose, weird guy.

Crimson eyes meets his own summer blues. Wait a fucking minute what did pinkie pie just call him ??

“ Not a kid, bitch !” He signs rapidly, not bothering to check if the man even knew ASL. (Yes ASL, Purpled was the one who taught him and the guy was a fucking American so-)

“Well hello to you too, kid. You shouldn't move around so much you're still injured. Almost bled out on my balcony, and my couch.” The stranger answers before looking back at the food they were preparing.

Tommy flips the guy off before realising the predicament he put himself in. He's alone, inside a strangers appartement. Shit.

… oh Shit oh piss wait, the young blonde touched his face to see if his goggles and mask are still there, which surprisingly they are.

Huh. Double weird guy. He takes a moment to reboot his goggles, the digital eyes appearing in each lens. Once a criminal said he looked like a Tamagotchi. Tommy punched him extra hard for that one.

“You saved me and you didn't even try to u-n-m-a-s-k me ?” He asked, digital eyes displaying question marks (?.?), it was a very valid question. No one would pass this golden opportunity, either to blackmail him, reveal him to the world or other weird reasons.

“Seems like an invasion of privacy” The brown haired man answered as if it was common sense.

Well it totally is. Not a lot of people care about that though, especially when it comes to vigilantes. With them being illegal and all. Tommy signs so to the guy, trying to make him understand how stupid they're being.

“ Heh. don't really care about your identity. All I need to know is that you're a kid and you crashed on my balcony. “ Now that should be an immediate third red flag, but Tommy just concluded he was dead and ended up in heaven, which, congrats to him, didn't think he would make it there but he’s not about to complain. He’s still hurt though so that's less ideal. The tension in his shoulder is relieved a bit.

“By the way, my name's Techno, pronouns he and him“ the ever so monotone voice cut through his thought. “ What should I call you ?”

The younger immediately noticed the Techno guy didn't really ask for his name back, which he's kinda grateful for. But he is also Tommy Innes. So he signs:

“What kind of dumb name is T-E-C-N-O” Digital eyes displaying a childish expression to match the blonde's grin. (⁠*⁠^-^⁠*⁠)

“ T-E-C-H-N-O kid” The man sighs, hiding a smile at the kid's antics, with that mask, his size and the way they expressed themself ?

That was definitely a child. Coming out of the kitchen and putting a bowl on the table in front of them. “ and I don't know, I was young, don't let a nine year old choose his own name I guess “

Tommy makes a small chuckle that ends up being muffled by the mask, not really questionning the fact that Techno had to name himself, before staring at the food bowl. It seems to be for him. His stomach wails at the sight of a hot meal. But eating means removing the mask. And that puts him in danger.

“ I'm going to clean the mess of blood you made out on the balcony, don't eat too fast, don't throw up, don't snoop around” That's all Techno said before leaving, giving the young vigilante the opportunity to eat. And Tommy is not about to complain, or wait. He removes the lower mask and drinks the soup, trying to eat it as slowly as he can while trying to ignore his aching stomach. He only eats half the bowl before being full, he stares at it guiltily.

He hears the other man coming back after a while and quickly put his mask back on, putting the bowl back on the table.

Techno does his best not to address the half eaten food, the kid is skittish, he doesn't need to have an injured boy running away from him. “ Your wings are kind of broken, I think, I'm not an expert but you should bring them to be seen by whoever created them “

At that the vigilante or well the mask displayed a frowny face.

Tommy raised his hand once again to sign “ I made them, bring them to me. “

[bluegarners]

thinking about that one trope where the hero is dying and reveals their secret identity at the last moment so they can die known and as the true person they were, not the hero name they designed. how, if dick were out as nightwing and were to be somehow in a life or death situation he literally could not see a way out of, and he was with a civilian who was comforting him in his final moments, he literally would have to die as nightwing and not dick grayson or else risk exposing the rest of his family. even if the civilian swore up and down and made a blood oath to never speak a word of this, dick would be unable to bring himself to allow himself the mercy of dying as dick grayson or hearing the name his parent's gave to him one final time

[baotowel]

Cooking with Gratitude

[darwuzhere]

@octodrawn @chrlotpony @wascallywabbit1938 @thebearme @jaspergalileo97 @folium-basement-show @lpsluvblr

[slimjimfiend]

Daddy's home~ 💀💙🔥❤

used this reference meme (with changes):

[chernobog13]

Alex Ross' recreation of Joe Kubert's original cover for DC Comics' version of Justice Inc. (vol. 1) #1 (June, 1975).

The original.