#crazy is my superpower

[alexlacquemanne]

Happy Birthday April ♥️

[litafan4ever]

For a decade I had a singular mission: to make it to the WWE. To become a professional wrestler. I had done that. I had accomplished what had at times seemed unattainable, but what was I going to do now? I couldn’t rest on my laurels and be satisfied with simply “making it.” When you finally live out your biggest dream, the next step must always be: Dream bigger. On a blank sheet of paper I wrote “My Ten-Year Life Plan” in giant letters.

AJ "Lee" Mendez - Crazy Is My Superpower (April 4, 2017)

[kallishida]

💜Aj Mendez💜

She's my childhood wrestler

2007-(2015, wwe) Present

"𝓒𝓻𝓪𝔃𝔂 𝓲𝓼 𝓶𝔂 𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓹𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻-"𝓐𝓳 𝓜𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝔃

Picture Created:Bazart

[stealingyourbones]

Out of all of the people The Ghost King Phantom expected to relate to, it definitely wasn’t the scrawny red headed photographer of the Daily Planet. Jimmy Olsen has gotten so many temporary superpowers over his time being Superman’s friend. Hell, he once gained a 4th dimensional being’s reality warping abilities when he was given said dimensional being’s powers during a fight. Sure there’s a dozen or so heroes with the same amount of powers he has, but none as suddenly granted to them as a all powerful god that can relate to a teenager.

[rockrosethistle]

if Yellow Jacket Ethan saw the way Black Friday Ethan was talking about Hannah, he'd knock his teeth out.

[turtleblogatlast]

One of my favorite things about Leo’s portals is the fact that they’re tangible.

He can throw those like frisbees and hit people with them like?? The boys’ abilities are so fun and magical and even sci-fi-esque but this aspect of Leo’s portals are so distinctly a Looney Tunes flavor of cartoon-y that I absolutely adore.

And sure this aspect of the portals can be used for fighting, but moreover the sheer amount of visual gags this does and can create is infinite.

[wishchip106]

more ready player one cherik au ideas

erik is pretty much a complete loser irl and online and barely has any friends until he meets charles at the first trial and joins his online friendgroup (aka fc xmen) when he gets the first key

everyones avatars are more based on their comic looks so they all look a bit silly but its the oasis so its okay

thats pretty much it so far my brain is slowly building some kind of a story but it hasn’t gone into details yet

i dont even know if im gonna write this i just gotta dump my ideas here otherwise they’ll be sent to the void

[codypunk]

world's first hetyuri

[bucket-of-mold]

I think one of my favorite things about saiki k and the reason i keep coming back to it is how it takes superpowers that we are so used to thinking of as something amazing and highlights just how awful something like that can be. It takes the extraordinary and flips it on its head and say "hey but wouldnt this actually suck if you think about for more than three seconds?" Its something i really like because it creates much more interesting characters imo. A lot of super powerful characters in media feel pretty flat because the focus is on how great and awesome their powers are, but in saiki k you just have this guy who is basically god but hayes it and is dead set on being as average as possible. One of my other favorite things is all the disability metaphor potential

[wallofshrek]

imagine if salmon run is disabled forever after the big run because we killed literally all the salmonids and stole ONE BILLION of their eggs

like "oops! you all overfished too hard! there's no more salmonids to take eggs from!"

[alexlacquemanne]

Happy Birthday April ♥️

[litafan4ever]

Here is a fun edit I made to celebrate AJ Lee’s birthday, which is inspired by her incredible Crazy Is My Superpower book - a powerful book that means a lot to me. I hope everyone likes it. Happy Birthday, AJ. I love you. 🥰🎈🎉 🖤🕷️💗

[pushing500]

Baz is playing a dangerous game, picking on my favourite colonist. Going to fall to Wookshy's level at this rate. He's lucky Irwin is too mature to start a social fight over this, because I don't favour Baz and his Generic Spear's odds in a match against Irwin and his Super Cool Persona Zeushammer, Xanxalbur.

Also bold to pick on the guy whose hairstyle is closest to looking like your boyfriend's hair. I guess Zonovo is used to being bullied, though, so maybe it wouldn't bother him. Poor kid.

In brighter news, body modder Fafo is having the greatest day of her life ever, so that's nice.

First | Next | Previous

[monkee-mobile]

see neftoon zamora is a weird book with an ending that kind of undermines a lot of the ideas presented in the book, but i love it a lot and i feel like a lot of people were turned off by it because they find it odd that mike made himself the main character and i just have to say… they’re not… their sp… one of their main special interests is not mike nesmith’s entire fucking past… they just think of him as the random monkee guy who invented mtv… so they don’t get it… they don’t get it like i do…

[thetomorrowshow]

mirrors

empires superpowers au

another esh au for ya :) this story takes place about 4 months after the end of ‘poisoned rats’.

cw: poor self-image, scars, past abuse

~

Jimmy shouldn’t look at the mirror for too long.

He knows this. He knows that he has bad mirror days, and that mirrors are always risky anyways, but this morning he gets out of the shower and just stares at himself.

He’s horrendous.

From the electrical burn down his side and inner thighs to the neat letters across his chest that read Property of Xornoth, every part of his body is horrible. He finds each iteration of the word Pet, each place where skin was grafted, each slash of a knife. If he cranes his neck around, he can see in his peripheral the blurry image of whip marks that criss-cross his back, the last few letters of the curious little bird scars.

And as Jimmy stares at the marks, eyes boring into the place on his stomach where PET is spelled out in big letters, he can’t help but feel the world tilt a little.

He’s a pet. He’s a bad pet. He left his master and tried to live a life like a normal person, but he can never be normal. He’s never been normal. He needs a master, he needs his master.

His master—Xornoth is dead, Jimmy tells himself firmly. He’s not—he’s not a pet. He’s Scott’s boyfriend, and he’s his own person, and. . . .

Pet. Property of Xornoth. It hurts. It hurts Jimmy’s head to look at, feeling wrong and right all at once. He’s a pet. He’s—he’s Jimmy. The Canary. No. Not the Canary. Solidarity. No, just Jimmy. Well, Solidarity in emergencies.

Solidarity happens sometimes. If he’s Solidarity sometimes, that means he’s not Jimmy all of the time. He’s Jimmy sometimes. He’s a pet sometimes. He doesn’t—he needs—

“Jimmy?”

Pet. Curious little bird. Mine. Pet. Property of Xornoth. Pet.

There’s a knock on the bathroom door. Jimmy jolts for a second, takes in his surroundings. He’s—he’s . . . pet. Property of Xornoth. Pet.

“I’m coming in, I need to brush . . . Jimmy?”

Jimmy doesn’t quite manage to tear his eyes away from the mirror, where they’re fixated on his scars. He swallows around the lump in his throat and one hand comes up from where it rests at his side, lightly tracing the three letters on his stomach.

“Okay, we’re not going to do that today,” someone grunts, and then Jimmy’s being gently pivoted until the mirror is totally out of his view and he’s—

He’s in the hallway of his house. His house he has with Scott. Scott’s beside him, has just walked him out here.

His eyes fall down to his stomach, to the skin graft scar just above his knee and the letters above the other one—the burn down his side and the letters down his front—

Then he’s hit in the face with something soft and he automatically puts his hands out to catch it, finding a shirt. Sweatpants hit him a moment later.

“As much as I enjoy the view, you’ll feel better with clothes on,” Scott tells him, and Jimmy knows he’s right. He pulls the shirt (long-sleeved, bless Scott) over his head, then wriggles into the sweatpants, all in the middle of the hall while Scott brushes his teeth behind him.

It’s like a band has been removed from around his chest and he can begin to breathe again. Breathe he does, and the world tilts again and goes blurry for a second and he realizes just what had happened.

He groans, sinks down against the wall until he’s landed on the floor. Scott shoots him a sympathetic look, swishes and spits into the sink. “Doing better?”

“I’m tired now,” Jimmy grumbles. “I just got up. The shower woke me up, and now I’m tired again. This sucks.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Scott says in between rinsing out his mouth. “This is the fourth time in two weeks, though. Should we pin the towel over the mirror again?”

A towel had been pinned over the mirror during the early days of Jimmy’s recovery. Seeing himself had launched him into a panic attack regularly, so discussions with his therapist had led to this suggestion. They’d removed the towel just a month ago.

“I guess.” Jimmy sighs loudly, scrubs at his eyes. “I thought I was getting better.”

“You know what Nora says. Recovery—”

“—isn’t linear, yeah, I know,” Jimmy finishes. He just wishes it was. “Two steps forward, one step back and all that. We sure that scar treatment isn’t an option?”

Scott hums, looking over at Jimmy from where he’s rubbing lotion into his face. “It might be, but you’d have to let a doctor examine the scars first. And I don’t think we’re there, yet.”

He’s right. Jimmy had had to be doped up to even tolerate a dentist appointment last month (which had led to a bad spiral of feeling like an animal taken to the vet). He hasn’t set foot in a hospital or doctor’s office since that first month after getting out, and that month had been a long blur of distress and additional trauma.

“If it helps, I love the way you look,” offers Scott, exiting the bathroom to sit on the floor beside Jimmy. “Scars or no, you are a snack.”

Jimmy snickers, shoves him playfully. “Thanks, but that wasn’t the problem today. It was just . . .” he gestures helplessly, “just the words. The whole . . . ownership feeling. It sucks.”

Scott’s quiet for a moment before murmuring, “I’m sorry.”

“Nah, it’s fine,” Jimmy shrugs him off. “‘S just my brain being stupid. I don’t believe it—” doesn’t he?— “but it sucks. I’ll be okay, really.”

Scott doesn’t look too sure about that, but he gives Jimmy a quick peck on the lips and stands, stretches. “I’ve got to head out on patrol, but give me a call if you need anything, yeah?”

Jimmy nods—believably, he hopes. He stands as well, follows Scott back to the bedroom, sprawls out across the bed and watches Scott get dressed. He wolf-whistles loudly when Scott pulls off his nightshirt, showing off his defined abs, then even louder when he slowly strips his sweatpants off, waggling his eyebrows seductively.

“Woo! Major, you’re so dreamy!” Jimmy cheers in a high-pitched voice. Scott snorts in laughter, takes a few more moments to spin slowly, then gets back to actually getting ready for work.

“Love you!” he calls over his shoulder, securing his cape in place, as he leaves the bedroom.

“Hey!” Scott pokes his head back around the corner, a smirk playing on his lips. “Yes, love?”

Jimmy crosses his arms, sticks out his bottom lip. Scott knows what he’s done. It’s a crime. Jimmy should have him arrested.

He takes pity on Jimmy after a moment, swooping back in for a long kiss before sliding out of the room.

“Love you!” Jimmy shouts after him. He hears a kissing sound, then the front door slamming.

And he’s alone. Alone with the marks on his skin.

If Jimmy was stronger, actually recovering properly, he’d call his therapist, ask for an appointment sooner than Friday. But Jimmy’s not strong. He’s never been strong. He was easy to break, after all.

He traces the letters on his stomach, hidden by one thin layer of clothing. He’s not free yet. He may never be free.

[confessionsdiaz]

I hope every war crime commiting fuck dies.