The audacity of a post from anti lxc tag to show up on my feed. ( I didn't mute it cause I didn't know the tag existed, corrected my mistake damn)
Like begone!!! Nothing these people can say will ever make me hate you lxc. You are too loving for the world (sometimes quite literally) I will whisk you away into the sunset with me.
My babygirl, you have never done anything wrong ever. I love you so much never don't listen to other ugly people who could never understand your oldest sibling from doomed parents plight.
I get you though and I love you!!!
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I legit think Hawks has the worst backstory & life in general in MHA because at least these motherfuckers have like .... friends. Hawks made one (1) friend and immediately killed him for the mission he was groomed for. And we all headcanon Rumi but we know for a fact they ain't friends because during the billboard she talked about him as a complete stranger would. Like this was highlighted by Twice saying Hawks has no right to call him unlucky when Twice has the family he has. The family Hawks doesn't have. I would put Shigaraki directly next to him because they're so similar but again.... Shigs has the League and (falsely) believes he has AFO. So I'd give him like an inch difference
This bitch has no family, no friends, no pets, no car, his happy place is a fucking empty ass quiet room? His house is a small apartment while his mom lives in a mansion and he said he doesn't view her as his mother? His literal only comfort was a discount doll and still doesn't see anything wrong with that? Motherfucker in a war right now with 3 feathers and a sword. What is going on with him this man needs severe therapy and an intervention but he doesn't have a single person to throw him one. The fuck. It's almost 2 AM so this may be completely incoherent and I have no fucking clue
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Turned 19, still don't use tumblr much. So, have a work in progress of Valentines Kunikida cause that man needs some love. (Massive Kunikida fan here)
Probably won't upload here once it's done but, ayo.
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ALMOST forgot to post this got all distracted by other junk
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I still think about that car commercial for international women's day, about a car for men, by men, which basically meant it sucked because women invented a lot of things in a car that are like. Not technically needed for its use, but for its practicality, like windshield wipers and (I believe) air conditioning. I think it was Ford, but I'm not sure. Anyway, I love that commercial.
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listen. i know it's not 2014 anymore and i know it's just a throwaway line and that the russo brothers didnt intend for marvel action blockbuster captain america the winter soldier to become the tragic gay love story that never was but man. having steve say "it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience" in a conversation about romantic relationships right before the bucky reveal is so cruel. it's not just about steve and bucky obviously having the shared experience of being "out of time," it's the fact that they've both been stripped of their humanity in opposite directions. steve is a legend, he is an american hero and a national icon before he is a human being the same way that bucky is a weapon and a killing machine before he is a human being. steve knows that anyone who falls in love with him in the 21st century fell in love with captain america first, and that's just not him. but then the one person who knew him first and knew him best and loved him (not captain america, that little guy from brooklyn) so much he died for it is alive, impossibly. and it's a miracle because he's back and it's horrific because he's back under the worst possible circumstances. but to steve, the winter soldier is worth tearing the world apart for because he's always been bucky first. they find each other and suddenly they're human again. and maybe, despite it all, being "out of time" becomes a blessing, because in this century they'd finally be allowed to love each other the way they've always wanted to. like real people do.
like. no. the captain america trilogy isn't about two queer men traumatized and alienated by war and modern life rediscovering and reclaiming their humanity through their love for each other. but. i mean. it couldve been
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I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt
“Woah. You look like shit."
Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.
The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.
"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."
And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.
The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.
If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.
"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.
"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.
"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.
The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.
He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."
There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.
"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."
Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"
"Daniel? Is that you?"
His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.
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