#but not me

[winterspiderpurrs]

Okay but like imagine everyone bringing in treats/snacks for an important meeting. All the interns and some of the high up in the R&D cause Tony Stark and Pepper Potts were showing up.

Some brought fancy sandwiches, smoothies, fresh fruit, fancy pastries.

And here comes in late; of course, Peter Parker, he has a jug of coffee and donuts. Definitely the cheapest thing brought, and yeah he gets eye rolls and snide smirks.

But when Tony shows up? He is all about the coffee and donuts and ignores all the other stuff. And he is just delighted. And to find out it's also from the guy who had the best idea?? And he is cute? No wonder Pepper wasn't letting him meet the team earlier.

[flavit]

Welcome to the Black Parade on Tumblr Bells

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Lyrics to help sing along:

When I was a young boy My father took me into the city To see a marching band He said, "Son, when you grow up Would you be the savior of the broken The beaten and the damned?" He said, "Will you defeat them? Your demons, and all the non-believers The plans that they have made?" "Because one day, I'll leave you a phantom To lead you in the summer To join the black parade"

[darknessdrops]

colour (full). memories of summer.

[ratpoizonz]

yaarrgh (bites u)

@noisette-sweete

[frownyalfred]

Re: Soulmate Pain-Sharing. It could be pretty interesting, and I think I've seen some Superbat-specific fics out there using a basic premise of that. Unfortunately none that I can remember at this exact moment.

Conversely, Bruce's pain tolerance would also means he completely ignores more medium-low level type of chronic pains, which for people who aren't used to that type of constant background pain, it can be horrendously mentally exhausting as part of the mental bandwidth becomes dedicated to ignore it so one can function.

So observing how Clark, who already has a heightened level of sensory sensitivity, would try to manage it could be incredibly interesting. While he has admittedly very good filters, pain is, unfortunately, a bitch to manage.

Ooooh you’re so right anon. 100% on the mark.

[embroideredlove]

people in the uk are receiving shipping info for sobh

[depressedraisin]

it's kinda cool how we can group AM's albums based on countries

I don't think it's particularly original but hear me out:

WPSIATWIAN, Favourite Worst Nightmare: Arctic's Monkeys' "England Era" albums- the albums with which they broke into the UK music scene. They have the classic Brit garage rock revival sound, heavy in guitar riffs and drums. Lyrics are very stripped back and direct, mainly acute observations and character sketches of people and situations a young person from a city like Sheffield would come across.

Humbug, Suck it and See, AM: the "USA Era" albums- these were literally written and recorded in the States (Matt and Alex both moved there around this time)- Humbug has its darker, desert rock aesthetics courtesy of Josh Homme (also an American), SIAS has a more mainstream pop-rock-y sound and AM has its well talked about R&B and hiphop influences. Lyrically we see fame and romance cropping up more and more throughout the sons. These are also the albums with which they made a mark on the American scene, which reached a height with AM. For most of this era Alex had his gelled quiff-leather jacket-drainpip jeans 50's greaser rockstar look and persona- very American again.

TBH&C, The Car: the "France Era" albums- Tranquility Base was written in LA but recorded in France and I'd wager a good chunk of the Car was written there as well with Alex supposedly living in Paris on and off in the recent years- these two albums explore into the cinematic, funky lounge rock sound with heavy influences from Frenchpop and European film music. Lyrically and thematically, the songs are more introspective, more abstract, more symbolic and laden with obscure references and metaphors. The 60s/70s New Wave cinema aesthetics are heavy, both in visual media of the two albums and in Alex's style and stage persona.

[grimalkinmessor]

Someone should make the Right Brain/Left Brain animatic but with Beyond and L if they haven't already

[spirkbitch]

any good recommendations for where to read fanfic while ao3 is down?

[insanesanitysparks]

The Dragon's Warrior

Barbarian Katsuki Bakugo & Dragon Eijiro Kirishima

This was supposed to be short...a lot longer than I anticipated. This is supposed to be like the abridged version of what I've got in my head! Lol.

Basic premise. Barbarians protect dragons. Dragon queen gets kidnapped, Barbarians rescue her. Miscommunication, Barbarians think dragons are mad so Katsuki offers himself as a peace offering. Dragons think he's asking to learn their ways. Dragons take Katsuki and raise him as one of their own. He meets Eijiro and they become brothers. Katsuki eventually returns to save his clan. He becomes a powerful, badass warrior that no one wants to mess with and Eijiro keeps in touch.

The dragons are an endangered species, hunted near to extinction for their scales, bones, blood, and magic. Adult dragons are hunted to be killed, baby dragons to be raised in captivity to either be killed later or forced into a life of servitude. Alive or dead, life is hell for a dragon if a human manages to catch you.

But not all humans were bad, some still had good intentions, some still wanted to see the dragons thrive. The Barbarian tribes offered up their sacred mountains to the dragons, a maze of cliffs and rocks where they could raise their young safely. It would difficult for anyone to get through those mountains to the dragons. But if they could, they'd first have to get through the Barbarians and the brutish tribes knew that anyone going toward the mountains was after a dragon. Anyone going towards the mountains was a fair target to kill and loot, to protect the dragons and build on their clan's honor.

As time passed, the Barbarians came to see less and less of the dragons. The beasts were able to almost completely disappear in the mountains and they preferred to stay that way. They would happily fade into legends if it meant that they could live the rest of their days in peace. Though most of the legends that emerged were not very flattering.

Many legends spoke of dragons sitting on hoards of treasure long forgotten by man. Others told of reclusive beasts that developed a taste for virgin females every couple hundred years. Vicious monsters that wanted to burn or eat everything in their path. Very few supported the idea that dragons were intelligent or sociable creatures.

Eventually, even the Barbarians would come to doubt the dragons existence. Only sighting one or two every couple decades. Depending on who the lucky viewer was, the encounter might be brushed off as a hallucination by a drunkard.

Until one day when a Barbarian scouting party stumbled across a small caravan. How the group of thieves managed to get this far without being noticed was beyond them. Per tradition, the scouts attacked and killed the invaders. What they didn't expect was to find a female dragon when looting the invaders' wagons. She was in human form, but the runic tribal markings on her skin marked her as dragon royalty. The Barbarian's had studied those runes for centuries, but they never once expected to actually see them used. It was a shocking moment for the usually stoic warriors.

Knowing that the dragons might be angry with the clans for allowing a group to almost steal the dragon queen, the Barbarians immediately set off for the closest mountain pass toward the home of the dragons. Most of the tribe came along for the journey with precious gems, gold, fabrics, incense, and livestock to offer to the dragons. To keep the peace.

The dragon king and a few of his knights. The dragons released horrific roars when they saw their queen, wounded and weary. The Barbarians feared the dragon's fury as the beasts stomped the earth, belched flame, and gnashed their teeth as they roared. Barbarians were not a race to admit fear. To calm the dragons, the young son of the chief threw himself at the dragon king's feet. Because of the ordeal the queen had gone through, she likely wouldn't produce an heir for a long while. Thus it was fitting that the chief's son offer himself up? An heir for an heir.

The dragon king eyed the tiny human with curious eyes, noting the way the baby Barbarian trembled in his boots before him. He grumbled to his knights and one stepped forward, scooping the Barbarian child into his mouth before flying off. The young warrior could hear the choked sob of his mother as he was carried away. He too cried, though none could see his tears inside the dragon's mouth.

At first, the little warrior thought that the dragons intended to take him to their home and fight over him. Or feed him to the queen when she got stronger. But then he was dropped, unceremoniously into a nest with a waiting female. He thought she was going to eat him, but instead she pushed him under her wing with her nose. There he was confronted with a baby dragon, which was still much larger than him but a baby nonetheless. He thought it would eat him too, but instead it just sniffed and poked at him. It ignored his pained shouts when it poked too hard or tried to push it away, that is until it's mother hissed at it and the tiny creature curled into a ball to sleep. The mother looked at the young Barbarian too, nudging him toward her baby and pushing him down to lay down. He got the memo. Sleep.

Every day, the young warrior expected to be eaten. Surely they were just fattening him up to eat him later. But it never came. He grew bigger and taller. Well-defined muscles came about through his constant struggle to keep up with the dragons. The baby dragon, which he'd deemed Red, liked to play rough. If he was going to survive, he'd have to be able to beat a dragon with his bare fists. So he trained. He ate everything the dragons brought no matter how disgusting it looked. Snake and wolf meat weren't very appetizing but if they were all you had you managed to swallow it one way or another.

Eventually, Red was able to take on a human form. Though that didn't mean he could speak the basic tongue most humans spoke. He was eager to learn though and just as the Barbarian taught him basic, so did Red teach his warrior friend Draconic.

As the two grew up together, they became more than friends. They were brothers. They trained together, fought together. Some of the other young dragons would laugh at Red for having a human brother. Well, that is they'd laugh until that human brother managed to kick all of their tales in combat. He might have been human but he was far from weak!

Then one day, the Barbarian and his brother were flying through the lower mountains. It had been a long time since the Barbarian had been through this area, he'd almost forgotten what the land looked like. He noticed something strange, warriors from a clan his tribe had never been on good terms with. Their party was much, much larger than he remembered his clan being. He worried for his parents. There was no way they would abandon their clan. They would fight to death to protect their clan, even more so without their son there. They wouldn't have anything else to fight for. If they lost their clan then they'd lose everything.

That night, his dragon parents noticed how distant he had become. Looking down the mountain toward the place they'd taken him from, a forlorn look in his eyes. He didn't eat or drink or sleep. Red told him what they had seen in the lower mountains and Red's father took the information to the council. The Barbarians had saved their queen all those years ago, now it seemed they needed someone to come to their aid.

Red's mother eventually managed to coax the Barbarian to eat and sleep. While he slept, the dragon knights gathered and flew ahead. When the Barbarian woke, Red pulled him out for a flight. After hours of gliding through the clouds, the Barbarian noticed that Red was descending and he could hear the clash of swords of scream of dying warriors. His body tensed as the clouds dispersed and a horrific scene of his clan retreating and his parents surrendering to give their clan time to escape. But before the enemy warriors could raise a blade to his parents' throats, the young warrior was launching himself from Red's back to continue the fight!

With the strength of a dragon in the body of a man, he beat his opponents back bit by bit. They were wary of this stranger. Who was this dragon warrior? A wild brat raised by wild beasts? They backed away but didn't realize that they were backing into the waiting claws of raging dragons. The enemy clan disappeared as quickly as they came, the young Barbarian only felt a small bit of pity for their wives and children who would never see their return.

He turned to his tribe and knew that they didn't recognize him. He wasn't the child that had been carried off in the mountains in a dragon's mouth. He was a powerful man who fought like and with dragons. He brandished large muscles and a rugged appearance, covered in blood and dirt from the battle. He spoke in a voice that was raspy from lack of use and growly from becoming so acquainted with the dragon tongue. "Ol' man? Hag?" He croaked and watched the realization spark in their eyes.

"Katsuki!" They screamed in unison before tackling the child that they never thought they'd see again.

In the aftermath of the battle, there was a huge celebration for their victory and Katsuki's return. The dragons, now able to speak basic, came to realize that there had been a misunderstanding when they took Katsuki. The Barbarians thought the dragons were upset, hence Katsuki offered himself up to appease them. The dragons thought that Katsuki was asking to learn the dragons' ways as a reward for saving their queen. They didn't think he could do it but it was unlike them to leave a debt unpaid, so they took him and put him in a nest with a dragon around his age to grow and train together.

The dragons left a few days later, saying their goodbyes to Katsuki and promising to keep in touch. All of the dragons left except for one, Katsuki's brother Red. It never mattered how many times the dragon reminded Katsuki that his name was actually Eijiro. The Barbarian never called him by his given name.

Eventually, Eijiro would return to his clan to take a mate and start his own family. But he always made sure to visit his human brother at least once a year. The dragons began to thrive once more and became legend no more. Many hunters would try to ascend the mountains, but they were always stopped by a wild brute. A man with the muscles and power of a dragon and the wild ferocity of a Barbarian. Few men ever lived to tell the tale of seeing this legendary warrior, usually only witnessing his combat from afar as they watched some fool get slaughtered for attempting to hunt dragons.

Stories were scripted, tales were told, and songs were sung of the legendary warrior. Of pale hair, tanned skin, fur armor, and dragon's might. The infamous Barbarian Katsuki Bakugo, the Dragon's Warrior, Defender, and Brother.

[lila-rae]

@revengemode isn’t our strongest solider in this fandom anymore

She never was.

It was just an act

[fullofmultitudesfullofshit]

it’s been 5 years since mindhunter s2 premiered and I’m never letting her go

[lnc2]

s5 of miraculous is giving me horrific public proposal vibes

[shi-bxnii]

rebecca,,,....billyyy.... save me!!

[probablygayattorneys]

I know I am American but my grandmother is a British immigrant and so I call upon my heritage and with the power invested in me as someone 25% English, I revoke Luke’s citizenship.