#best nana ever

[amelia-mariee]

WHY IS EVERYONE SO MEAN TO DEKE SHAW

(you can, of course, like or dislike any character you want but i can also disagree with you) Deke has of course done some bad things, let’s not ignore those, but let’s consider the world he grew up in. For someone who came from that environment, he’s got a heart of gold. Not to mention he lost friends, lost both of his parents, and was thrown into a completely new world in a completely new time. Bad circumstances, of course, aren’t an excuse for you to be a terrible person, but he really isn’t one. Deke made mistakes but he turned things around. He did turn Daisy in, which was awful and gross, but she really was being so reckless with the lives of every person in the Lighthouse. Goes without saying, you shouldn’t sell someone into slavery for being inconsiderate, but in twisted future Lighthouse logic, I can see why he did it. Also, when given the opportunity to do it again, Deke decided against it and helped defeat Sinara and save everyone, before sacrificing his life to help the team of people he just met. He 100% thought he’d die. And now he’s in this brand new world and he’s so different! He’s so happy! Even alone in jail, in this crazy new environment he knows nothing about, he doesn’t mention his new friends (who are now the only people he knows) to the authorities because he doesn’t want to get them in trouble. He also helps everyone figure out where that ship is in 5x13 and you never hear “thanks deke!” or “well we owe it all to deke”. Not a single acknowledgment that Deke figured out something that even Fitzsimmons couldn’t. Not only do the characters ignore him, but they’re mean to him! All the time! So mean! Jemma Simmons is the only one who’s ever nice to him. Nana of the year. Common Bobo L. I need to get off the internet, I think I’m getting too upset and losing my mind. I hope you all have a great day. Even if you hate Deke Shaw.

[johnnydany]

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[suhyeos]

thank you for the past 9 months MC nana; you worked hard ♡

[frogs-in3-hills]

“why aren’t there any soggy pathetic women in fiction. why is it only horrible depressed little men”

how soon we forget her…. ultimate miserable idiot lesbian….

[Image ID: Four screenshots of Nana Komatsu from Ai Yazawa’s manga, Nana, and the anime adaptation of the same name. Nana is a young woman in her 20’s with shoulder length pinkish brown hair. She wears very feminine, fashionable clothing. End ID.]

[innytoes]

Leverage + JATP crossover AU?? Like. Imagine Eliot and Sophie specifically having to deal with Caleb Covington

-I am so tickled by this idea. Like, they didn't even die, they're still alive. Like, you know that if ghosts were real, at least Sophie and Eliot would know. Parker too, but she's just like: um what's the big deal? They're just people who died. They're still awkward to talk to. (She is pissed about the whole, they can walk through walls and don't set off alarms thing, but then she realises they can't actually steal stuff so it's fine.)

-Parker has 100% heard someone skateboarding through an empty museum while she was stealing a painting, and just been like: that's none of my business.

-Nate never knew about the ghosts because everyone who did agreed it would send him off the deep end trying to get his son back.

-Somehow, Sophie got into the club (as a guest while grifting) and somehow managed to avoid the whole 'Caleb steals your soul' thing and he's still mad about it.

-You know she 100% enjoyed the show, though. She was sad she had to slip out to finish her whole grift before midnight.

-Eliot knows about Area 51/52, he knows about the Ghosts, okay. Moreau 100% had dealings with Caleb. Eliot totally had a stare off with Caleb's Chair Twink. No he will not have anything to drink, he's bodyguarding and also his Granny taught him better than to accept food or drink from what may or may not be one of the Fair Folk.

-Hardison is NOT OKAY when he learns about the ghosts. He is even less okay when he realises the others all KNEW.

-Breanna is just super stoked that the Phantoms in Julie and the Phantoms are real ghosts.

-Things hit the fan when they realise Caleb Covington owns the soul of Willie. Either Sophie or Eliot recognises him in an old photo album Nana was showing the team (much to Hardison's embarrassment because she was showing them his old tween pictures).

-Because Willie was one of Nana's foster kids. He was only with her for a few months before he got hit by that car, but he was One of Theirs and the fact that his soul is trapped is Not Okay.

-Let's go steal back a Willie.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

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[shih-coulda-had-it]

do you have any sorahiko headcannons you'd like to share? :)

Not particularly, but I do have a snippet of an 'Exes of Gran Torino Club' fic I'm having fun with:

wc: ~800 | Toshinori's POV (trying out an narration where he isn't calling Nana by 'oshishou' internally) | Lots of flirtatious implications. Working structure of this fic is 'Toshinori's No-Good Horrible Bad Evening Improves When He Remembers He Can Stir Shit Up.'

//

Times like these, Toshinori is grateful that his growth spurts haven’t sent him past Gran Torino’s shoulders yet. He can still hide behind his and Nana’s capes when the time calls for it. Like now.

Gran Torino shifts just enough that he is leaning an elbow against the grimy wooden bar, and his cape covers any gap that might reveal Toshinori. He cocks his head and greets the stranger with a warm, “Hey. Haven’t seen you in a bit.”

“And whose fault is that?” the stranger returns. Toshinori frowns to himself—he thinks he heard something in the stranger’s voice, but surely…?

“Monk Kong’s,” says Torino blithely.

“Ah, you’re right. One of the most inconvenient men I’ve had to suffer in my life. He lectured me the whole time about a virtuous lifestyle before the cops pulled up.” Toshinori registers the slide of heavy-soled boots on a sticky floor, and he bristles at hearing the stranger sidle closer. “Think he knows one of his own lives a life of sin?”

“What happens when the cape’s off is my own business.”

“Yet here you stand, all buttoned up.”

He can’t witness in silence anymore, but he’s also pretty sure he doesn’t want to see who Gran Torino might be, god, fraternizing with off the record. Nana wouldn’t stand for this anyways. He’s her successor in all the important ways, which means he’s responsible for Gran Torino not hooking up with someone while on patrol. Toshinori tugs a handful of yellow fabric, only to get blindly slapped back by a thickly-gloved hand.

“Who’s he?” he hisses anyway.

“Shut up,” Torino hisses back.

“A little tag-along?”

Gran Torino sighs, but pointedly doesn’t move aside to reveal Toshinori. “Intern. Don’t mind him. Some stuff you gotta learn on the job, and speaking of, I’m here to talk about the recent break-out. Any clues as to where they are?”

“Torino-kun,” says the stranger fondly, “you know better than anyone that information like that doesn’t come for free. Can’t you sweeten the pot? For old time’s sakes?”

This is unreal. What’s happening? Toshinori mouths the last fragmented leading hint to himself and blanches, and he musters the strength to peek around Gran Torino. The stranger is maybe as tall as Gran Torino, but with light hair pulled back into a ponytail, an unshaven square jaw with a dark tattoo blooming across his cheekbone, and most notably, the missing joint of a pinky finger curled around the glass, the leftover stub bandaged over.

The stranger tips his head in acknowledgment of Toshinori’s staring, and Gran Torino actually shifts position to cut off the line-of-sight.

“You’re dealing with me,” Torino answers. “Considering who else could be shaking you down for details, the pot’s sweetened already.” He leans forward a little and tips his own head. While he softens his voice, Toshinori can still discern what he says: “I’m on a new patrol schedule. You’re lucky I can fit a meeting with you in before I really gotta work, Arashi.”

Like hell!! Toshinori quivers angrily as Arashi laughs, low, and for no apparent justification at all (what is Toshinori learning from this experience?! That Gran Torino flirts with his informants?! That informants are acquired by dating history?!) tells Gran Torino that he only knows ‘Tomoe’ is setting up shop in the business district.

“She’s gotta diversify her portfolio,” says Torino disapprovingly. “I told her that she’s too reliant on routine to carry her through the first week, and she still goes and rounds up her old bookies like the previous arrest meant nothing.”

“Hey,” says Arashi, “maybe this time she won’t use her Quirk, and you’ll just let the cops nab her.”

“Tomoe’s too set in her ways for that. Geez… Thanks, Arashi. Be seeing you.”

“Going to leave me so soon?”

Amusement bleeds into Torino’s tone. “Maybe if you told me about the rest of the escapees, I’d get the job done fast enough to return. But you aren’t, so I’m off.” A break in conversation, an audible clink of ice in glass, and clearly, by the toss of Torino’s head, he is drinking on the job--! 

It could be worse. It could be worse. All he has to tell himself is that it could be so much worse, and Toshinori will survive tonight to tattle so, so much on Gran Torino.

The glass is set down on the bar. Gran Torino says, “Low-proof. Good. Glad to know someone takes my advice.” He turns around before he bothers to hear Arashi’s response and scowls at Toshinori, ushering him to move. “Let’s go. Roofs, now.”

 “Oh, you’re done?” Toshinori says, scathing.

“Roofs,” says Torino, unbothered but more firmly. “Now.”Toshinori goes, if only because he doesn’t think Arashi should have additional insight into Torino’s life. No, that man can definitely stay here, in this dingy divebar, swilling his low-proof alcohol and looking--shady! God, he doesn’t think Gran Torino has anyone virtue for Toshinori and Nana to protect, but he refuses to let that interaction charge any further.

[strawberry-cowmilk]

update on panther and his asmo plushie: he now tries to steal it, as in he literally tries to grab it from my hands and if he gets a grip on it he pulls (I have to take off the ball chain just to be safe so he doesn't eat it)

[catharsis-in-a-bottle]

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[shoheiakagi]

if i were to ever pursue writing as a hobby or a profession, i hope i can be as good as ai yazawa and produce a masterpiece like NANA

[fruitmagazine]

and good bisexual morning ☝️😸

[ch-4-eri]

SHES SO HOT

[nereidaa]

killian jones the man you are

[cosmicrhetoric]

oh this makes me feel so old this is so rough but does anyone have a fave manga reader app? need to reread nana

[hoperays-song]

Brain Dump Chaos Style World Building PT.2

Rosita actually has a degree in mechanical engineering.

Marcus has a masters in Business Management.

After Sing 1, Eddie went back to school for Stage and Production Management and is planning on working at the Theatre when he graduates.

Suki actually was a student in Ryan’s mom’s dance class when she was little, so the two have actually know each other for almost all of Ryan’s life.

Nana Noodleman started her career off by playing Annie on Broadway when she was just 10.

Suki graduated high school a year early.

Buster’s favourite board game is Monopoly (or was until he played against Ash and realized everyone else just let him win for years).

Meena loves pottery and has been taking classes since she was a kid.

Gunter taught ballroom dancing back in Germany when he lived there for a few years but now in the states he teaches all styles.

Rosita is super competitive and played volleyball in high school and college.

Gunter is an only child but always wanted a big family so he was thrilled when he met everyone at the Moon Theatre.

Ash once painted her quills red when she was younger.

Marcus is a middle child but never really got along with his siblings.

Barry grew up in the foster care system and met Stan because he was his neighbor for years.

[shih-coulda-had-it]

Fastest heroes in the East au- would Gran Torino be proud of the hero that Hawks became?

short answer? It's complicated, because on the one hand, Hawks was a good kid who grew up to be a good adult, and he's not in the industry for fame or material gain. On the other hand, Hawks is everything that All Might is to the Commission, which is to say: he's the pale, tiny imitation of Toshinori, and Gran Torino will always regret not doing more to pull him out.

on matters of Commission-sanctioned murder: Gran Torino can justify killing to save. not an area to criticize Hawks for.

long answer? wc: 1044, and it's in Hawks pov, post-Kamino Ward (I'll say a few days after Torino forbade Toshinori from chasing after Shigaraki.)

//

Years have passed since Hawks has met with the old man and Yagi. The impromptu lunches and thinly-disguised field trips (training trips, Torino insisted, and Yagi had made such a face that meal, Hawks laughed until his sides hurt) stopped with the conclusion of Torino’s tutelage. If Gran Torino ever made an overture to meet Hawks outside of the HPSC’s contract, Hawks never heard nor saw it.

Honestly speaking, the last Hawks even noticed Gran Torino was a note about his license renewal. There are a few elderly pro-heroes still in the game, but he thinks it’s pretty notable that Gran Torino hasn’t broken a hip or whatever, considering he doesn’t have the security of Yoroi Musha’s armor or the untouchable reputation of Recovery Girl’s career.

Well. Until now.

Hawks doesn’t know how he missed the fact that Yagi was All Might. He doesn’t particularly like that the Commission thought to gloss over Gran Torino’s presence at Kamino Ward either, when they informed him about All for One’s arrest and the multiple hospitalizations.

He smiles his way past the first level of security and ducks past the second, sending his smaller feathers through the hospital’s floorplan to search for Yagi or Torino. His larger feathers still need to grow out after the last mission.

It’s difficult, sifting through the noise of patients and doctors and nurses and technological beeps just to find one person, but Hawks spent long hours as a child playing Torino’s version of hide-and-seek. So the only obstacles in his path are the well-meaning, starry-eyed workers when they catch a glimpse of Hawks wandering their halls.

A finger lifted to his lips and a conspiratorial wink perform wonders in not raising a fuss, at least.

The quiet, even-paced breathing, paired with the familiar low muttering of an old man. As a courtesy, Hawks bumps the feather into the general vicinity of Torino’s face. This earns him a spluttering, “What now?”

Hawks grins. He quickens his approach and finds the door, gives it a brisk rap of his knuckles and lets himself in. And as an afterthought, he starts reeling in the other feathers. (Yagi--All Might--must be somewhere around, but he’s not as talkative as Torino.)

“Torino-sensei, hey,” he says brightly. He shuts the door behind him and leans against the frame.

The room is small and unadorned with any get-well cards or flowers. It’s a lonely cold place, and its only inhabitant is clearly planning an exit. Cane on the bed, already outfitted in a simple button-down and jeans… All the old man needs are his boots, and to unwrap the strips of gauze tied around his head.

“Hawks,” Torino responds in a voice more like gravel than the solid bedrock he remembers. “Been a while.”

“Only a handful of years, really.”

“Long enough. You finally stop wearing Endeavor merch? Todoroki should be lurking around here somewhere; he’s more ready to demand answers from All Might than the Commission.” Torino busies himself with yanking on a pair of beaten-up cowboy boots, the leather scuffed with the years of careless handling, but he manages to give Hawks the side-eye anyway.

“I’m not here for them,” says Hawks, stung.

“Oh. Just to check in on your old teacher?”

“Can you blame me? I saw a clip of you getting punched in the face by All Might.”

Torino scowls. “They got me on video?”

“That’s your concern?” Younger men would have clocked out for the rest of that fight. Though the capture had been pixelated to all hell in addition to being shaky, the size of that yellow blur could have been very few people. Hawks had to double-check the casualty lists before the relief flooded back into him.

“I hate leaving proof for the Commission,” says Torino moodily, and he finishes with the boots and moves on to the bandage. He picks at the clean white edge, trying to loosen it.

“Proof,” Hawks echoes. This earns him another annoying side-eye. “Torino-sensei, why the cold reception of your best student? Or I guess, second-best student. Man, I can’t believe Yagi-nii was actually All Might…”

“The constant pushing of free limited-edition of All Might merch didn’t clue you in?”

“He said he was the secretary!”

The resulting snort barely rebalances the atmosphere between them, but fortunately, it seems like Torino is willing to talk. “Do you want a congratulations? I always knew you were going to make it as a pro-hero. Dealing with your own agency at eighteen though,” he clicks his tongue, “I wouldn’t have advised it.”

“What was Yagi-nii doing at eighteen?”

“Getting his ass kicked.”

Hawks laughs at the succinct deflection. “I believe that. He always looked so horrified when you brought up ‘training.’ You must have gone easy on me.”

“You weren’t even in junior high. I’ve got limits,” says Torino dryly.

“Sure.” The bandages are removed, folded into a neat bundle, and then placed on the thin pillow. Gran Torino levers himself off the bed with a grunt; the cane’s end clacks against the linoleum floor, somehow steady in spite of the lack of a rubber cap. “But you took the job. And don’t tell me it was for the money.”

“Alright, I won’t.”

Clack, clack, clack goes the cane. The distance between them closes, and the difference between their positions widens. His stomach turns over on itself to see Gran Torino shorter, thinner, older. Hawks remembers his teacher’s cape being tall enough to duck under.

When had he crossed that line, the one telling Torino that he was a charge before a student, and a student before an investment of the Commission?

He grins to paper over his discomfort--a Gran Torino lesson more than one of the Commission’s, to smile in spite of everything, not that Gran Torino seemed to practice it. “Are you really gonna give the doctors the slip?”

“Nothing else needs healing.”

“It’ll be easier with an accomplice,” says Hawks, innocent.

Torino eyes him. “Is this for the Commission,” he pronounces deliberately, “or you?”

The grin stays on, but it’s starting to ache. True to his education, Hawks dodges the point-blank question and offers instead, “How long’s it been, Torino-sensei? Can I treat you to some fresh taiyaki?”

“... Alright then, Hawks. Let’s get out of here.”