#cause i need to get my shits together

[raineandsky]

#120

When the villains caught wind of a new hero on the team, they’d all taken interest. When someone came back claiming he’s blind, it’d sparked a whole new debate.

Straightforward, they’d all said. He won’t even see us coming. They’d laughed at how easy it’d seemed.

The villain feels like they’ve stumbled on a pile of gold when they come across the hero. He’s running his hand along something on the fence in front of him, something that the villain will later realise is a braille description of the view ahead of him. A white cape drifts around his ankles, an equally white suit flattering against his typical heroic body, the lightest of smiles on his face as his fingers trace the patterns of dots along the railing.

The villain can’t help but grin as they slowly make their way towards the poor hero, so oblivious, so stupid. They’re barely a hair breadth away, their dagger practically unsheathing itself, when the hero spins towards them with a swish of his cape and a flick of a blade.

The villain barely reels back in time. Staying quiet doesn’t occur to them when they’re startled. The hero looks like he’s staring right through them, an arrogant smirk on his face.

“Ah,” he says brightly, “you’re one of those criminals I’m meant to be looking out for?”

The villain sidesteps, careful to keep their footing quiet, but it doesn’t matter. The hero’s head cocks towards them as they try to step out of his blade’s path.

“You’re almost silent,” the hero continues. A smirk adorns his face, intrigued. “Incredible.”

The villain is close enough to strike, the hero looking slightly too far beyond them to be right in his assumptions. The villain shifts in fast, their dagger poised. The hero dodges back and retaliates with a swing of his own.

The villain stumbles out of reach and the hero follows. The villain’s unprepared; they were expecting a hero who’s unsure who they’re looking for, where the villain is. They were expecting an easy plaything that they could stab when they got bored.

But this—the hero is nothing but brazen confidence.

The villain shoves their dagger up to meet his blade, throwing his arm out. They move in for another strike but the hero’s already recovered. His blade easily tucks under their arm and slices into their side.

Something of a strangled gasp escapes the villain before they can stop it. They stagger back, a hand touched timidly to the wound, their eyes flitting back up to the hero. He simply waits, his blade crimson and his eyes blank. How? How?

“Would you do me the honour of telling me who I’ve met?” he asks, as if this is nothing more than a casual meeting between friends of friends. The villain wants to snap him in half for the audacity.

“That’s none of your fuckin’ business.”

“Aha,” the hero says, almost a laugh, “You’re [Villain].”

The villain can only stare at him in horror. The hero seems to feel the tension in the silence, because he continues. “You’ve a bad mouth, favour in the blade, light on your feet.” A teasing smile. “And you’ve a smooth, caramel voice I haven’t heard in many like you.”

“Wh— Excuse me— You—” 

The hero just smirks, the stupid smirk of someone who knows he’s untouchable in every sense of the word. “Flustered by compliments, too,” the hero finishes with a laugh. “Good to remember for next time.”

“I’m not flustered!” the villain finally manages, “and my voice isn’t caramel. That isn’t a thing. You sound stupid.”

“I’m happy to be stupid if it means I can recognise you as the villain who speaks in caramel.”

The villain’s side is beginning to really ache. They need to be somewhere that’s not here when it inevitably gets worse. “Do what you want. I’m going home.”

“May I escort you to a prison cell?”

The villain barks a laugh, their side practically splitting with the forced fakeness of it. “As if you know where the agency is from here.”

“I always know where I am, [Villain].” A smile again, softer this time. Knowing. “You underestimate me for a characteristic I think makes me as interesting to you as you are to me.”

The burn in the villain’s skin is an ode to that. “Sure.” The villain turns on their heel before a thought occurs to them. “I’m going to walk away, loudly. Do me a favour and don’t fucking shank me when I do.”

The hero’s face twists back into a smirk. “As long as I hear you moving away. Until next time, [Villain].”

A blind hero! everyone had cried. It’s almost too easy!

The villain scurries away with a gash to the side and a slam to their ego, and they know now to know better than that.

[mbirnsings-71]

*sips my drink* God I love being a multishipper sometimes.

[girlishwhimsies]

i love looking at hot takes and realizing that some outsiders fans don’t realize that fandom is something fun. nothing is truly that serious at the end of the day.

[chadwarwickd]

is2g bros i have not gone so crazy over an episode of tv since the ouat season 2 episode "the outsider" aka the episode where belle lost her memories.

[artificer-real]

ive started to really despise self help posts because all they do for me is illustrate just how apparently fucked i am compared to most other people

[widogaspmauk]

E94 spoilers ahead

Very unpopular opinion, I’m sure, but Fearne doesn’t deserve Ashton.

When Ashton fucked up, her reaction was to hit him and try to break his things.

When she fucked up, they were concerned and supportive.

She owes him one hell of an apology to start. Callowmoore was my backup ship for ash if Ashrym didn’t pan out until the shard incident. Now??? Ashton deserves better.

[the-woman-upstairs]

Honestly, even without Art’s attempts at manipulation and sabotage, I don’t think Patrick and Tashi’s relationship would’ve survived anyway. Before they started dating, Patrick was criticizing her career plans and Tashi was never interested in entertaining his massive ego at her expense. Passion and chemistry are important to relationships, but if that’s the only foundation, it’s gonna crumble quickly.

The only difference between Patrick/Tashi vs Art/Tashi is that the relationship would’ve ending with a bang instead of a whimper.

[alpinelogy]

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[arovalentines]

some bobbles (+ two unfinished things)

[nixie-deangel]

If you are still taking emojis, can I please ask for

🍷💔🐺

🍷 Jake's family causes the hangster break up

“It’s no problem,” Mav cuts in, shooting his husband a look before turning back to give Jake a small, but extremely awkward, smile. “I’m sure one day you’ll give us, uh, the full story. But for now you’re more than welcome in our home, Hangman.”

💔 icemav break up / icedad

“Some days it doesn’t feel real. What all went down,” Tom finally answers. “But then I wake up and roll over and he’s not there. His bike pieces aren’t scattered around the house. And it hits me like a F-14 to the chest because I remember all of a sudden.”

🐺 shifter au - hangster

“Honey, don't you understand that you’re mine? That you’re it for me? I don’t get a happy ending in my life, if you aren’t there with me. If you are there next to me,” Jake states, voice cracking from how thick it is. How laced with hurt and love and need for Bradley to finally understand what Jake is telling him.

No longer taking emojis!

[roychewtoy]

impaled

[flionp]

I should probably at least try to take care of myself huh

[akkivee]

in their recent track, bb had to juggle and resolve three different parties’ issues in the mtc track their issues were caused by three different parties in the fp all of them had to confront their secret that’s shaped their identities so maybe with the mtr track where we know hifumi is about share the trauma that shaped him we will similarly get jakurai and doppo’s raison d’etre out in the open—

[lunar-wandering]

head hurty

[mothmanavenue]

got rejected from a job i was actually desperate to get like not even in a i need money way in an i want to work there way after a job interview i thought went well and put so much time and effort into even bought new clothes for it (fancy place) (i even swallowed my pride and asked my sisters for help with clothes and hair and makeup) and got a call first thing in the morning thought it was a good sign nope two sentences i say oh ok etc etc and hang up feels so shit man i hate finding a job really tests ur sense of self worth ugh it’s been two days and im still getting anxiety about it and it’s 4am and i kinda wanna cry again like whyyyy the whole situation is so embarrassing i hate being openly excited about something and getting shot down it’s like getting a bad grade on something you worked super hard on ugh

[imminent-danger-came]

My new hobby is skimming through seasons of Ninj//ago to induce a fever dream like state in my psychese