#childhood friends clear

[ayeliiss]

Teacher Izuku, who has planned an oral exercise for his students to improve their skills in quirks analyzing. He's prepared a list of 20 pro-heroes (matching his pupils' number) and asked each of them to choose one for their presentation.

Bad news: none chose pro-hero Dynamight, who is obviously at the top of the list.

It's not that they dislike him or anything. It's just that they know how obsessed Izuku-sensei is with Dynamight. They're scared of providing wrong information to the person who knows this extraordinary hero better than anyone, and risk their lives the worst punishment ever after that.

But when Izuku senses the lack of enthusiasm from his students toward the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, he doesn't understand and feels downcast. He expected them to fight—figuratively—to be the lucky one handling Dynamight's name with great care.

Izuku has no choice: while he'd initially decided to leave the choice up to them, now, he's changed the rules and turned to a lucky draw. Like this, a poor victim was picked and had to live with the most intense pressure they'd ever experienced in their short life. When presentation time came, what had to happen happened; from their first slide, briefly introducing Dynamight's body and constitution, Izuku-sensei stood with such vigor that his chair flew right against the wall behind—as if the fate of the world were at stake. As if a villain had appeared and was ready to put his student's life at risk.

Nope. They had simply mistaken Dynamight's weight, and Izuku couldn't let such misinformation be spread around, especially knowing that Dynamight's weight was much less than what had just been told! After rectification, Izuku didn't sit back. Most naturally, he started rambling about other facts regarding his childhood friend's body, and ended up giving a whole ass presentation instead of his student, who was still awkwardly standing next to the projection screen, waiting for this all to end. It only ended when the bell rang and Izuku realized he'd ruined his student's hard work. What grade was he even supposed to give him now? xxx sorry, it's not really elaborated but this shit popped up in my mind at 3am while trying to sleep and I ended up laughing with myself like a crazy hag in my bed lol. I wanna write a fic like this so bad... I'm keeping it in mind teehee.

[starry-bi-sky]

No.

No, no, no, no, NO!

He's shaking. His heart is burning in his chest, pounding like a jackhammer against his ribs, and there's a trembling, aching rage building beneath his tongue and pressing against his teeth.

In his hands, his fingers tense and wrists locked, the article reads in big, black font: JOKER LOCKED IN ARKHAM ASYLUM AGAIN!

Danny shouldn't feel so angry about this, this is a good thing. Gotham doesn't have to deal with him for another few months at the least. He should feel relieved, a little more at peace.

He is not.

He cannot swallow the fury thudding behind his eyes, the burning white heat searing a deeper hole in his chest. A searing green filling static in his ears in the way only the rage of the restless dead can have.

How is he going to kill him now?

Arkham may be the only asylum in America made entirely of tissue paper, but it's still an asylum. There are cameras, guards, other patients resting inside. Danny can think of a million different ways to sneak in and kill Joker, but someone will hear his screaming.

It'd have to be rushed.

He doesn't want it to be rushed.

It's a cruel thought. Cruel and cold and merciless, but Danny doesn't feel an ounce of shame, not an ounce of guilt, for it. He wants to be alone with the Joker when he kills him, that's all he wants. In Arkham, you are never alone.

He forces his anger to bubble back down into his chest, stuffing it between his heartstrings and his ribs like a blanket you're trying to bunch up into a corner. It sizzles and burbles. The static begins to fade out into a high-pitched ringing; it sounds like distant screaming.

Danny is still trembling, but he can think a little clearer now.

He can wait.

He can wait. He can wait. He can wait. He canwait. Hecanwait. Hecanwait.

He can wait.

He's waited five years for this. He can wait one more week. One more month. One more year. However long it takes for the Joker to break back out, Danny can wait.

And when the Joker does, inevitably, break out.

Danny uncrinkles his fingers around the edges of the newspaper, loosens his limbs just enough so he can pay for it.

He'll be waiting.

The dead, after all, have all the time in the world.

[beatcroc]

what kind of frivolity would you engage in, mecha?

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[naturecalls111]

I think I love Sanji so extra much because he’d acknowledge my ‘girl-ness’ in a way that I feel like has not ever been acknowledged in a way I wanted it to be wails

The chivalry intended not with hopeful reciprocation but with admiration. WAILS.

[kynamo]

our story has yet to be finished

[wakeupthemembersofbylernation]

The idea of Mike “gently rejecting” Will in S5 is such a silly concept to me. It truly would make zero sense from a narrative perspective or from a character arc perspective. That’s why many Mlvn diehards don’t even really believe it will happen. They believe the show will move on without ever really addressing the Mike-shaped elephant in the room. They believe Will’s happy ending will simply consist of his friends and family accepting him and giving him a hug, and that’s it. And maybe he’ll get an unnamed bf in the finale. (That is, unless the show makes Will a secret villain and kills him off. Then at least he’d be interesting).

Some even take Will’s words at facevalue, believing that El truly commissioned the painting or at least that the intense romantic feelings Will described really belong to her. Now that Mike has confessed his love, they believe that S5 will finally consist of happy Mlvn couple moments, so there won’t be any time for Mike and Will to be together even as friends to talk about any lingering feelings. And why would there be time, since it’s the apocalypse after all, and Will is just a plot device and isn’t really relevant to anything? The Duffers must be exaggerating his importance to S5. The Core 4 is Mike, El, Lucas, and Dustin. Will’s romantic desires are meaningless.

They have to believe all this, cause if they don’t, and they still want to believe in Mlvn endgame, they have to conclude that Will’s emotional desires will be central to the plot of S5, Will’s feelings are the glue that put Mlvn back together, the painting will come up again because El didn’t actually commission it, Mike and Will will be close enough in S5 to have meaningful heart-to-hearts, AND Mike is 100% straight and will…. gently reject Will and promise to always be good pals; he just sadly doesn’t swing that way?

Silliness, objectively.

Anyway, Byler endgame.

[t-u-i-t-c]

"If I were in your place, I'd give up my life to protect you! Just like you're doing now... I won't die! And I won't let you die! "

[arolesbianism]

I caved and made them real. Obverse me losing more and more motivation to draw as I made each of these back to back lol

[isan0rt]

See, here's the thing about Dedue and the non-Dimitri members of the Faerghus Four. They're not his friends. Ashe and Mercedes are his friends, Annette is debatable, but Ingrid, Felix, and Sylvain he is not even looking to be friends with.

They're his in-laws. In-laws that, at least in the Academy phase, he doesn't even particularly like.

Like, if not for Dimitri, he would absolutely not talk to those people. He's making nice with them because they're the closest thing Dimitri has to family that's not actively trying to murder either of them, and they're important to Faerghus so Dimitri has to have a relationship with them no matter what, and it's important to Dimitri that they and Dedue at least kind of get along with each other as much as possible.

But Dedue isn't trying to be friends with them! Dedue is like, I'll go to the family holiday party because it's important to you but if Felix starts talking shit or Ingrid says something racist then I'm not going to be the one to deal with that. They're your relatives and I'll be nice but that's your problem. He's not looking to be close with them, he just wants to have a halfway decent relationship with them for Dimitri's sake and like no more than that.

And they improve a lot in their supports, especially after the time skip, especially in Three Hopes, but like. The relationship there is still fundamentally in-laws. It's just a graduation from "shitty in-laws I'm putting up with" to "in-laws I've come around on and can have a decent-to-good time with." Depending on what supports you get they can even graduate to "in-laws I actively like and admire." But like. He's still hanging out with them because they hang out with Dimitri. He's not hanging out with them for their own sakes.

Dimitri has one important familial relationship with them and another vitally, crucially important relationship with Dedue. Both are fascinating to explore and I love to explore them. But they're completely different relationships.

Like they're not all a big five-person friend group, Dimitri is in the position of having to like. Try and keep the peace between his extended family in all but name who he still loves, and the person who has been the most important person to him for his entire teens so far. Even if Dimitri were tired of his friends' shit personally he can't just stop talking to them, they're the future leaders of their houses, the only houses that are all in behind House Blaiddyd and not fomenting assassinations. He HAS to maintain a good relationship with them for Faerghus.

Dedue gets this. He'll play nice with them. He knows Dimitri also needs them on his side if he's ever going to restore Duscur, but he doesn't have to like them. He'll save their asses on the battlefield for Dimitri but he's going to go hang out with Mercedes and Ashe after.

[coquelicoq]

yeah natori is 23 and since matoba is one year younger, he's 22 at the very start of the manga/anime :))) i think it was like around season 3 of natsume when i learned this and went ????????????? and had to go lie down for a while

unacceptable. midorikawa-sensei answer for your crimes. the thing that's killing me currently is i know i learned this information back when i read a bunch of fic after watching the show for the first time - which was less than a year ago - but apparently REPRESSED IT because it was sooo does not compute. and then had to learn it all over again just recently. my poor brain tried so hard to protect me from this knowledge but alas.

FREE THEM they're baby adults they should not have this kind of weight on their shoulders and have like. employees and shit!!! "oh look a dumbass teenager with a heart of gold. how about i protect him with my life" HOW ABOUT YOU WORRY ABOUT YOURSELF YOU MAN-SIZED CATERPILLAR!!! they need to be in their cocoon era not in their head-of-the-family life-and-death-decision-making era. when you're 22 you're legally obligated to make questionable life choices and it seems self-evident you should not have to be forming lifelong contracts with supernatural beings until after you've gotten some of that out of your system but WHAT DO I KNOW, i'm just a thirtysomething with over a decade on natori who still does the modern-day equivalent of unplugging my answering machine so people can't leave me cursed voicemails. i look back on my 23yo self and i want to cry from how much she was learning and how hard she was trying. i love her so much it breaks my heart. stop putting these young men into situations they need to be in situations but maybe ones less fraught with mortal consequences. maybe some situations more along the lines of figuring out the hard way not to buy dryclean-only shirts because who has time to go to the drycleaners? that's just one idea, i've got more of these. midorikawa-sensei are you listening??

[wish-i-were-heather]

was it casual when we knew each other since we were kids and as we became teenagers he made it clear that he liked me and wanted to ask me to the dance but never did and then kept saying my name randomly and kept staring at me to the point that my friends called him a stalker and then he got in trouble for spitting in the teachers food but when asked i said i didnt know who did it because i didnt want to be a "snitch" but then somehow i decided i liked him back but then he started to like this other girl who didnt feel the same and then he started ignoring me and not talking to me and then his you know what pic was posted on snapchat and i had to immediately retract all feelings i had for him because i realized he was a disgusting weirdo but i still see him around campus sometimes and feel awkward even if we never discussed it

[runespoor7]

what happened terrible trio-wise this weekend:

- not!WWX being able to correctly identify the strengths and weaknesses of people we're working with and he'll have to team up with, and being social and helpful and let's be real obnoxious

- ...except when it comes to not!JC! his analysis in that case mostly consists of things that don't match up with reality, as well as calling JC "bossy" (bad /not!WWX).

And also, and I quote, "flexible" (no comment /me and a profound lack of courage from not!WWX).

- during training not!WWX showering almost everyone people with praise about their skills! Not not!JC tho.

They live like this.

[aflawedfashion]

I groaned at the writing of the 19 year old with too many ideals and not enough life experience, but there's a perspective shift in episode 3, so when we see her again, she's not a cringy character anymore

[murdleandmarot]

Hi hello to you! For the ask game(s), 2, 6, 10 and 14? And 🖐️🐌🎭 (for bluebelle, I'm not aware if you have other ocs :0)

YAYYAYAYAYAYAY MORE BLUEBELLE ASKS!!!!!!!

Hi hello!!!! Thank you so much!!! Ooo these ones are making me think……

2. She is 1000% down to do whatever shenanigans of the week the rest of the gang is up to. When I think of this, I’m mostly picturing her with other OCs, but in general, if it’s her friends, and she’s comfortable enough, though she’s not as loud with her ideas, she will 100% help you rob a bank.

6. It definitely depends on the situation. She doesn’t encounter many situations that go against her moral code, but if she did, it wouldn’t take much more than a threat against her or the people that she loves. Bluebelle will stick to her morals, but she is not willing to risk injury or harm to her friends, or to herself, though the latter of the two depends on the situation, and how bad morally the action is.

10. Bluebelle’s backstory is already pretty much a fairytale au, but that’s still a go to, but outside of that is a detective sitcom with the rest of the gang. And this is not because I’m watching Psych for the first time what do you mean.

By Detective sitcom I mean anything from Murders She Wrote to Scooby Doo. Just her and her friends investigating spooky situations. It’s so so fun.

Bluebelle would be the quiet type best for gathering intel undercover, as a security guard or something, mostly where her job would be snooping around. She would NOT be good at talking to suspects or witnesses. She could just if push came to shove, but it’s just not her forte.

14. Bluebelle just really, really wants to be loved and trusted. Victoria is her person, so she really, really cares what she thinks. Misto and Plato definitely less so, but only by a slim margin. Bluebelle cares so so much for her people, and wants them to do the same for her

I’ll do the silly emojis under the cut bc whew this got long :DD

I already did the handshake one :)))

🐌: this snail is now her new best friend. She will not go anywhere without this snail. Bluebelle has been trusted with this snail’s life and she will NOT fail.

🎭: Probably Mary from JCS(Jesus Christ superstar).

Woah…another alw musical…..is it too late to say I’m sensing a pattern….

I think she’d really relate to I Don’t Know How To Love Him, and probably have a pretty easy time dipping into those complicated and upsetting feelings you have to be in to sing that song, (I am calling myself out 100%).

[vacantgodling]

For Hya and Amon lolol:

💚 someone's jealous

thank you thank you! just for you i’m gonna do the grunge children au which is slum au (aka they meet when they’re younger and both grow up in the slums)

and just for reference: hya goes by the latter half of his name “cinth” in this au. also i think they’re in their teens for this particular scene. amon’s probably 15 and hya’s 17.

tw (ig): teenage budding sexuality discovery which takes the form of feeling slightly aroused but not understanding the feelings fully. yknow.

💚 someone's jealous

Amon couldn’t figure out why, really. But lately, Cinth was always flip flopping between hot and cold. Some days, he would stay holed up in the little rickety attic he called a room and wouldn’t see anyone, not even Moxie, no matter how much she told her son to get his ass downstairs. Other days, he was out and about and wouldn’t come home until nightfall, and even if Amon waited for him at the entrance to Halifax… Cinth didn’t acknowledge him, just walked by with his nose upturned—like he was some noble. Then there were days like today. Cinth emerged from his room wearing something Amon had never seen before—some frilly thing around his neck with little beads or some flecks of some thing shiny in it. He was wearing one of his mother’s old performing dresses, that was starting to get a little too tight on him, but only just. The sleeves of it it looked like he’d cut and hemmed himself. For shoes, he was wearing a pair Amon never seen, but they clicked and clacked when he walked along the creaky old floors over to the door where Amon was waiting for him.

Amon couldn’t help but narrow his eyes.

“What’s with the get up?” He asked with a scowl. Cinth just looked at him. “I’m trying something new.” He decided on. “What’s it to you.”

“You look ridiculous.”

“To you.” Cinth turned up his nose—he was good at that. His nose was quite regal and Amon had taken to studying it recently; since Cinth was always turning it at him. “But anyway, it’s not a worry of yours. You’re here for your hair right?” Cinth regarded him, up and down, a judgmental look that never failed to make something shudder through Amon’s body; being trapped under his gaze. He couldn’t tell if he hated it, or if he liked it. “I hope you are anyway.” Cinth added. “It looks like a rat’s nest.”

“I got into a fight.” Amon said, surly, but he followed Cinth into the home. Moxie didn’t appear to be home, probably either begging down at the docks or still at a client’s house. He noticed more and more often she wasn’t home, which meant more and more time that he and Cinth were left alone; especially since he was allowed now to finally come over across the slums by himself. The freedom gave him a thrill, but it was with its obvious consequences. He’d been getting into fights more often, much to Knox’s chagrin. He felt like there was always something burning under his skin. Especially when Cinth wasn’t around, or he stood him up.

“Maybe it wouldn’t be so fucked up if you were there with me.” Amon added, as somewhat of an afterthought—but thankfully Cinth didn’t seem to be listening. He led him back to their drawing room—or what was a drawing room in this old run down place, and Cinth sat on the old couch like he always did, giving Amon another look until he sat down on the pillows in front of him, set there for this purpose. Amon felt the brush of the cocktail dress coming apart on his back as Cinth settled his legs on either side of him. What if Cinth wasn’t wearing anything under there? The back of his neck suddenly felt hot.

Cinth wasted little time in undoing the mess of twists that Amon’s hair was in. They’d been grabbed and pulled, and some hairs yanked out even, but even though his head was a bit tender, he found in some ways he liked the sting. Cinth’s hands carded through his hair and for a strange moment, his mind conjured the thought of Cinth pulling it. He quickly shook the thought from his mind.

“So… where have you been going anyway? When you leave town?” Amon sounded sour, even to himself—but he couldn’t help it. Along with Erecia, Cinth was just a staple in his life—he didn’t know what could be more interesting than their usual shenanigans. “None of your business.” Cinth decided after a beat. He’d begun the usual tight cornrows that he tended to put Amon’s hair in (“Since, if you’re going to fight, it’s better that people can’t grab your hair.” He always said) and it was so familiar, Amon felt himself relaxing into it, even if he was annoyed at Cinth’s evasiveness.

“It wouldn’t kill you to tell me what you’re up to. You think I’m gonna judge you or something?”

“I’ll tell you when I feel like it. Can’t you just spend time with Erecia or something?” Cinth sounded annoyed, but his nimble fingers still kept going.

“It’s not the same if you’re not there!” Amon complained, and that’s when Cinth yanked his head back, making Amon yelp. His head practically upside down, he stared up into Cinth’s dark brown eyes, narrowed and annoyed but… Were his lashes always this long? Despite himself, Amon felt his cheeks warm.

“Quit. Being. A. Baby.” Cinth enunciated every word, then pushed his head back upright. Amon couldn’t find it in him to say anything back, still trying to grapple with the heat swimming over his cheeks.

After a long minute of silence, Amon finally spoke up again. “W-Well. Next time just say something if you’re going out, okay?”

“Sure.” Cinth said absently, like he didn’t mean it. Amon had to resist the urge to swirl around and glare at him.

“I mean it! Promise!” Amon wriggled between Cinth’s legs and they clamped at his sides to hold him still.

“Fine! For Vat’s sake, just quit moving before I rip your hair out.” Cinth growled.

Even if he didn’t mean it, Amon found himself grinning. “Okay!” He sang cheerfully, and immediately sat still. Cinth muttered something under his breath that Amon couldn’t hear, but it didn’t take long before Amon began talking about something or another that he’d gotten up to while Cinth was away. It meant more to him than he felt like examining when he could tell Cinth was listening.

[liamlawsonlesbian]

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