#it's also the interview where he talked about the door incident so yeah man I'm buying that shit. ugh

[running-in-the-dark]

oh come onnn now

a while ago I was looking for one specific picture of John Larroquette in better quality and I just found the stupid magazine it's from on ebay and I'm gonna buy it and I'm so mad about it

[20moonchild21]

Gif by @wangjislan-archive

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Bts x girl!member

"山elcome back everybody." The blond haired woman smiled into the camera. "It is the best time of the week and that is not only because it is Friday night, no. Tonight we have very special guests – "

While she didn't even get  to finish her phrase, the crowed already began to go wild.  Loud clapping and cheer howl through the studio.

"I know. I know!" The woman laughed and as she tried to calm the people on the chairs down with her hands. Even though she failed, the camera man behind the camera gestured for her to continue. "Number one Billboard song, Grammy nominated and freshly arrived from Koran: Here is BTS!"

The last part, she had to almost scream into the camera. If this was even possible , the cheers and clapping went even louder than before.

The camera moved softly from the smiling woman over to the stage where a big door in the wall just opened. Out of the bright light, which was now projected towards the large opening, 8 figures were stepping out. Each of them smiling and waving.

A few minutes later, the crowed finally had calmed down, even though sometimes you could here someone scream sentences like "I love you, Jin oppa!" or "Marry me Jungkook!". All of them made the eight young people smirk to themselves.

Ellen was now sitting in an armchair, the moderation cards she was holding earlier were now laying on the box to her right side. On the left side, there was once again a man sitting who's only job was it to translate Ellen's words into korean, and the boys' words into english.

"Hello." She smiled over to the boys and the on girl sitting on the sofa opposite to her. A bunch of 'hellos' and 'his' followed. "Would you at first introduce yourselves for those viewers who don't know you so well."

"Hi, nice to meet you." The silver haired boy said. "My name is RM and I am the leader of this group." 

Immediately, the crowd cheered again. You even could see some girls begin to cry at his words.

"Hello! My name is –" The small girl was interrupted by someone shouting.

"You're the most beautiful girl in the world, Grace! Marry me!" Followed by louder shouts and clappings. Grace smiled widely and waved harder to the people.

" – Grace. My name is Grace and thank you!" She said and formed two hearts with her fingers, while the rest of the boys just either shook their heads or commenting the boy of the crowd.

Jimin even laid his hand on her shoulder.

"She. Mine." He said in his cute broken English and almost everyone in the studio laughed.

"Hi guys – " A brown haired boys with the glasses waved both of his hands at the cheering people. By now, they were so loud that you could only see the boy forming a V with his fingers, while his mouth  was still moving, but no words could be heard.

"Hiiii!" the next boy smiled widely while his mouth formed a perfect heart. "Your my hope, I'm your hope, I'm J-Hope!"

"Hi." The next boy didn't even bother to make a long introduction. He just waved and showed his cute boxy smile, which was already enough for the crowed to go wild.

"Hallo! Hi!" The second youngest of the group waved his hands. Like V, no one could understand what he was saying because of the loud cheers.

"I love you, Jin!" A female voice rang through the studio before the next brown haired boy could say a word.

"Hello! My name is Jin and I am a World-Wide-Handsome." He just said while he held two of his fingers under his chin. The screams increased and the rest of the group was either rolling their eyes or laughing.

"Nice to me you, guys. I –" The last boy said, but he was interrupted by even more screams. "I am Jimin!" He shouted and waved happily.

"Alright, it's so nice to finally have you back here, in America, guys....and girl. It's like... your third interview with me here, isn't it?" she asked and the group nodded proudly. " How have you been since the last time we have meet each other?" Ellen asked.

The interpreter was about to translate Ellen's next words when Jin bend his body from behiind Grace to whispered something in her ear. She looked confused for a moment, but immediately began to smile. Even though she has been living in Korea for a while now, she still couldn't speak it fluently, it was enough to understand his matter of concern.

"Why don't you ask her yourself?" She answered him with an evil smirk. The boy looked almost scared from her to Ellen and the back to the younger girl. He then just grinned and shook his head, gesturing for her to translate his question. She just rolled her eyes and smiled.

"He just asked...He just wants you open the box there –" She laughed and pointed her finger over to the big box. " -  to show that no one is in there again. You traumatized him...."

"Don't worry." Ellen said before she laughed hard. "I promise you that no one is in there this time."

She smiled at Jin and held her thump up. The boy hesitated for a second, before he also held his thumps up.

"Back to my question. Where was I?" The short haired woman looked at her cards. "Ahh, right. You went to the Billboard Awards again. That's where you made your debut, right? How was it like to go back there and this time have these success?"

Grace had squeezed the boy's knee next to her to encourage him to answer the question.

"It was...ehmm." He paused his phrase, obviously looking for the right words. He slightly turned his head to look at the girl next to him. She smiled and nodded her head. "It was....incredible. We've always drem...dreamed of performing there again. It was dream come true."

The crowed awwwed at his cute English accent and his speaking mistakes. Ellen nodded and turned her attention to another boy.

"SUGA. You just had a surgery at the shoulder. How was it for you to not being able to join your bandmates?" She asked.

Suga, as lazy as he is, answered in Korean. As he spoke, Grace tried to understand him without the interpretate. Even though she didn't get every word, the most important ones reached her brain:

Horrible...missing performing...missing friends...important to recover...join soon again...

"Alright." Ellen said again before she began to smile widely. "For my next question: I literally got bombarded to ask you that. You all still live together, right?"

"Yeah that's right." RM answered quickly. "The boys and me have been living together for about 7 years, I think?"

He looked around the boys before he said something in korean. All of his male members nodded in agreement.

"And little miss here...." He continued and laid his arm around her slim shoulders which made the crowd go 'awwwww' again. "She has been joing us since 4 years now."

"This is a long time." Ellen stated. "I am almost sure that living  for this long with the other gender, there have been some...how should I say....incidents, haven't there?"

The man beside her began to translate her words, but since Grace and Namjoon spoke English, they got what she meant by that. Grace juts smiles while RM hesitated for a moment.

"You mean, like, accidentally stepping in the bathroom while someone was changing or showering?" He asked carefully which was confirmed by an evil nod from Ellen while the crowd just made 'uuhhhhh' or 'ohhhh' noises.

By now, all the other boys got Ellen's question, too. Jungkook was the first one to actually answer her question.

"No." He said shyly. "We...ehm...always are careful and...ehm...knock on door."

To support his point, he pretended to knock at an imaginary door. The other members around him just nodded and looked back at Ellen, but one did not. This person wasn't unnoticed by the short haired woman.

"Grace, you are smiling." She winked her eyebrows and all the boys turned towards their only female member in surprise. "What did happen. Tell us! Did you see one of the boys naked?"

"What!?" Jimin and Suga gasped from behind, while the other seemed to be shocked, too.

The girl's face meanwhile was covered in a small shade of red. Their exclamation was followed by more shocked comments of the other members.

Grace opened her mouth to say something, just to close it again shaking her head. The people in the studio went wild again.

"Your eyes have been blassed." One girl shouted.

"I would kill to see what you have seen!" Another female screamed.

"I am so jealous!" A third one shouted.

"Nooooo!" Grace said in a whining but also laughing voice. She dropped the hands that were covering her face while the boys talked insistently at her. "It wasn't like that! I swear!"

She opened her mouth again but no words came out. She just smiled and leaned her head to the side.

"Does HE know about it?" Ellen was still laughing like crazy and Grace had the feeling that everyone in the world was waiting for the answer they all want to hear so badly. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly before she answered.

"I..I don't know. I guess so...?" She stammered. "But in my defense I –"

"Who was it?" RM asked and stared into her eyes.

"Yeah Grace, who was it?" J-Hope had sat up straightly on the sofa and was now staring at the girl, too.

"I swore to never say a word about this incident. Ever." The blonde haired girl grinned mischievously. A sudden wave of braveness rushed trough her body. She was now looking directly into the camera. "But who knows what that incident lead to..." She said slowly and winked obviously joking with her eyebrows.

"We have to have a serious talk at home, little miss..." Jin said sternly from behind as he squeezed her shoulder slightly

Let's say: The crowd cheered louder than ever before.

๛

Later that night, all 8 of them sat around the round table in Namjoon's hotel room eating their dinner. But the boys still didn't want to let the topic from earlier go.

"Come on, Grace. Was it me?." Jungkook mocked her again while he slurped his noodles. He then put his plate down, just to grab her shoulders and turn her towards him. His face suddenly turned very serious. "I know, Grace, it must be shocking for you. To see my big, fat, heavy d..."

"Oh my god." The girl quickly slapped his hands away from her shoulder as soon as she realized what her best friend was about to say next.

She shot up from the chair she was sitting on. She walked around the table while all of the boys had a smirk on their faces.

"Jin oppaaaa." The girl whined and hugged her eldest member from behind. "Kookie is talking dirty to me. Make him stop."

"Yeah Kookie." Suga said and put his plate down. "If she would have seen your dick, she would be into women now.."

Everyone, beside Jungkook, was laughing hard by now.

"Shut up." The second youngest muttered and snatched a piece of cucumber at his hyung.

Grace watched the scene in front of her.

Of couse she would never say on whom she walked in.

This secret would always last in her head, in only her head....

And in the boy's head who was looking at her side secretly...

The boy who, unnoticed by the others, hasn't said a thing to that topic at all....

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Hello!

So this is the first part of my story. I am so excited for all your comments, recommendations and so on!

Having any requests? Don't hesitate to write me!

Stay safe and healthy

~ M.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

"You wanna know something? Overhaul?" Shigaraki spoke on a calm and dark tone... as if he hadn't just cutted his arm off and just literally spoke that he had taken everthing he had worked so hard for.

"Now that you don't have literally a thumb to suck on... I wondered if is a mercy act to let you live. But now I know that it wasn't just the yakusa you value. No no..." he snapped his finger and the raven haired villain along with the masked man brought the only person he didn't wanted to be involved on this mess.

"(Y/n)..!" He spoke your name in horror, your eyes were wide open and you were a mess... dirty even, but he could let that aside. Those dirty villains had their hands on his angel...

"After many researches... i discovered that for a long time now you gave yourself a headache to keep that pretty thing out of the danger line... and also how much you want to make them... not feel something harsh as a resume... But I wonder..." he crouched down and grabbed Chisaki by his scalp... without hands or arms he couldn't do nothing but to glare at him as the hives started to make an appearance on his pale skin.

"What would you be like if they simply..." in one instant blue fire errupted from the turquoise eyed man and the obly sounds he could hear were your screams of absolutely pain.

Half of your face and upper part of your torso were burned as you shouted, begged for help... and he couldn't do nothing. Absolutely nothing but watch.

He shouted profanities at Shigaraki, promising of killing him... before being snatched by the man's hand and forced to look back at red orbs.

"You really think you can do something?! Like THIS?!" He laughed out loud, his laughter echoing along with your cries "You first was abandoned in the streets like a dog, then dissapointed the person who cared enough to raise you! Now the "love of your life" is about to die!"

He widened his golden eyes in horror... how.. how did he know of those-?

"And you. Chisaki Kai." He growled with that sadistic and psycotic look on his face "Were and always will be useless. To the Hassaikai and to (Y/n)... take a look even." He harshly made his head turn to look at you in the ground extending one hand at him with tears on the good side of your face.

You tried to call his name but Compress had grabbed a metal bar from the van and pierced your body with it... Blood splashing on the ground.

His chest tightened, the air of his lungs were lost, he couldn't do nothing but-

~

He gasped, joilting awake from his bed... gripping the sheets with both his prosthetics he breathed in and out desperately to try to catch some of oxygen.

Sweat clinging to his forehead and whole body made him want to vomit... the smell was terrible. The events of his nightmare replaying on his head as he desperately looked at his side, only to be comforted at seing your angelic persona laying there... sleeping.

Safe. Unharmed.

He sighed, slowly lifting himself up to take a shower. Sleep seemed like a terrible idea, and he needed to get rid of the filth on his body... his hives were driving him crazy and he couldn't scratch them with his metal jand without getting harmed by it.

The hot and quick shower did something to calm his body... but not his nerves. He couldn't get back on the bed. He couldn't bare to face you... not after everthing he did.

He made his way to the small living room of the apartment he now lived... the most far away from the media and heroes you and him could manage it to go and afford... He surely had ruined your life.. to a life of luxury on the yakusa to some small apartment on this loud and dirty street where teenagers couldn't get the message that others wanted to sleep, not to listen their terrible songs.

Sitting on the couch with a tired sigh, he rested his prothetic arms on his knees and brought his interviewed metal hands to rest his forehead on it... You had gotten to him after practically begging to a friend of yours...

~

"I'm not helping a cruel and wanted villain to have arms (Y/n)!" A female vouce echoed on the apartment as he listened from the couch, bandages still on what was left on his arms as you tried to make a deal.

"Please Neruko!" You whimpered "I will pay you back as soon as I-"

"Is not about that! (Y/n) I owe you, and you are a good person!" She pointed angrily at him as he glared back at her "But this man deserved every single beating that green haired kid gave to him!"

"Neruko... you don't know him like I do. Please.." you sighed with furrowed eyebrows "just two prosthetic arms and hands. Is all I ask.."

She furrowed her eyebrows at you before scoffing and storming her way out, only stopping at the apartment door to spoke.

"Next week some mailman will deliver here... But I want nothing to do with this. And I never want to hear of you or your fucked boyfriend ever again."

He went to take a step towards to give her a piece of his mind, but you stopped him with that gentle hand on his shoulder and smile.

~

It had been almost one or two months after that... it took him two weeks to adjyst to this new method of handling things... without his quirk.

His emotions were out of the control. Due to not knowing the force of those prothestic he accidentally broke a mug when he went to grab for some tea, he could only remember one eye twitch of his before seing red... destroying half of the small kitchen. You came back that day to see him cleaning furiously the whole apartment... and he refused to spare one single word about it.

That was until he noticed the mug he had broken was a present that Pops had gave it to you... his heart seemed to stop as you had recognized the cracks and almost teared up.

He apologized? No. He only could stare at you helping him clean and organize the kitchen again... he couldn't say a word about it. After all, since the incident he had been more quiet than he ever was.

His eyes burned at the memories filling his mind... the nightmares keeping him awake most of the nights, the memory of the last expression Pops gave to him before he put him on a coma, your face when you discovered what he had done and when you cound him on the street armless... losing everthing... in one single day. Due to some heroes, brats and one partership he would regret for the rest of his life.

... how didn't you leave him yet? Leave him like all of them did...?

His shoulders trembled as he cringed his teeth together, disgusted at his own wish to wanting to cry. He couldn't. He was in no place to cry.... yet the frustation, hurt and depression was just too much.

"Kai?" Your soft voice on the dark made him joilt his head up, it was dark until you had turned on the switch. Soft yet tired expression plastered on your face as you slowly aproached him.

"Something wrong?" You asked softly as you sitted at his side, muffling an yawn as he adverted his eyes away from you as he picked a handkerchief on the coffee table to quickly wipe his eyes... in case of hints of the salty frops of tears that could had formed.

"Go back to sleep. I'm fine." He said nonchantly... but soon tensed at feeling your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

"You always tell me I'm horrible at lying... guess is my turn to say it." You whispered and he almost, almost broke... but he remained stiff and concentrated his gaze on the coffee table.

"Just a bad dream. You can go back to bed, I don't think I will be able to-"

"You want to talk about it?" Your hands started to rub soothing curcles on his shoulders blades as he subsconciously leaned on you, resting his head on the crook of your neck.

"...no.. Everything but... that." He slapped himself mentally for sounding so weak as you hummed.

"You want me to do anything? I lost sleep, I will be here with you." He furrowed his eyebrows at that while you felt a wetness on the bare skin of your neck.

"Just this is fine..." he mumbled. You were worried of course, but it wasn't new for Chisaki to remain with a stoic expression even if rivers of tears were escaping his golden eyes... You could only assumed that to the feeling of his tears hitting your neck since he would never let you see his face on his most vulnerable moments... almost never.

"I owe you an apology..." he mumbled after some time and you got confused.

"If it is about the mug its been almlst three weeks Kai." You giggled in hopes to set the mood up... yeah, you failed.

"For everything." He mumbled, eyes finally blinking and letting the tears fall "I ruined not only the rest of Pops life... but I ruined yours as well. I wouldn't judge neither run after you if you decided to leave."

"Why would I leave..?" You asked almost hurt immediately. You felt him sigh before letting one sad chuckle out as he finally let himself get up and wrap his arms around you, chin rwsted now on your shoulders as he burried his face on your neck.

"You're too good for this sick world and for your own good..." he mumbled as you hugged him back worriedly, carresing his hair when you notice that he was trembling for a bit.

Despite him not deserving it... he had an angel by his side. And he would be dammed if he let that pretty thing on his arms to go now... after all, you were the only one holding his ground and preventing that he would completely break.

[graaaaceeliz]

BruceBat and Clark-man

I put up (finally) a second chapter of my fic where Bruce and Clark have made a Thing out of their resemblances to Batman and Superman. I'm linking chapter one, but it isn't entirely necessary to read it to understand the principle behind chapter two.

Chapter Two: Where have all the good men gone? (<1500 words)

Days like this were the best, thought Bruce. He’d never admit to that aloud, nobody wants to tempt the fates, but it was true. His children filled the home with noise and joy (and arguments and temper, but who was he to complain?) and Alfred’s eyes glimmered with theirs, whilst Bruce laughed more than he had since he was a troubled teenager with an adrenaline issue and the absolute chaos of Tony and Lex as his brothers. The rift between Lex and Clark saddened him, because they should have all been together, united against threats to Earth. They had plenty of those. But he was a united front with LexCorp most of the time, and people knew that Batman and Superman had as close a shield-bond as had existed. The Bats themselves were a clan, a colony, symbols of the end for evil and of hope for good. He couldn’t have ever dreamed this.

Clark nudged his shoulder into his. “Good day, huh? And I am coming with you to the dance tonight. I don’t want to go home just yet,” he trailed off slightly as his eyes glazed over. “B, I will be right back.” Bruce sighed. He truly sympathised with families linked to the emergency services. Alfred’s friend had called from England last night, and they’d sat around the kitchen table with the phone on loudspeaker as she talked about the mountains and the sea and the surprisingly good winter, which had led onto the topic of emergency responses and various light tales of their exploits. Bruce had missed her, actually, because she’d been around a lot when he was a kid (hardly any older than Tony, she’d introduced him as her baby brother in New York a few times in clubs) but he had only seen her three times since he became Batman. Jason’s funeral, when he came back to life, and seven months ago when she finally got out of MI-whatever. He didn’t know. Wasn’t sure he wanted to – she was quite possibly an assassin.

A sudden swish of the air to his left indicated Clark’s return. He seemed a bit flustered, collar crumpled and hair tossed by the impossible speeds he achieved when it was necessary. Bruce turned to him, wondering vaguely what that had been about. He hadn’t been gone long enough to have saved the planet, barely long enough to save a kitten. Bruce was well aware of how long it could take to save a world. It usually involved violence, subterfuge, and injuries. And payouts. And payoffs. Besides the point. Clark gradually quietened under Bruce’s steady patient gaze, as everyone eventually did. It was so human, for Clark to be soothed by his trusted brother, for Bruce to feel the urge to punch whatever upset Clark so. They were neither of them human as most imagined them to be. Grudges could be held for eternity.

“I went to a group of firefighters. There was a big fire a couple of days ago, remember I told you about it? The one in Boston that they told to me leave to them and go save those boys in the cave in Madagascar. That one. Well, they called for me, because they wanted to show me the exhibition they made. It’s about us, Bruce. The League, other known heroes, the Avengers too. And ordinary people. Doctors, nurses, grandparents, big sisters, teachers. Local heroes. And – Bruce, the exhibition is as large as the one we’re going to tonight at the Gallery. Heroes. Ordinary, brilliant humans, who save people.”

Bruce grunted into the warm evening light, keeping a close eye on the wrestling match between Damian and Tim that was getting dangerously close to his prize roses. He looked out to the pale blue sky, “You cried.”

“....Yeah. I couldn’t help it.”

“Quick back.”

Clark smiled slightly. “I want to show you,” he murmured, “it’s so full of wonderful people.”

Bruce quirked a smile. That would be good. Perhaps he should suggest that as the next exhibit in the Gallery or maybe the Precinct – local heroes. Hopefully it would boost the city’s morale without the necessity of drugs or alcohol. He’d make sure Jim got recognised. But going with Clark to this special one also sounded good. “Tomorrow.”

Clark smiled.

*~°~*~°~*

“Mr Wayne! Over here! Is this your friend? A reporter! Oh my!”

Hello, I’m Clark. A smile as innocent as a child’s. Hello Clark. I’m Bruce.

“Hello, Pietr. Bruce and I would like to talk to the curator of the museum, so we’ll have to talk at a later date.”

Sorry, but Superman and I have things to do, Señor Domingo. Adiós. What kind of a name is Lord Sunday? A stupid one.

“Well handled, Clark.”

“Eh. I hate the act you put on, so I’m trying to avoid it. Is that the curator?”

“Hm.”

Clark, that’s him, isn’t it? Yeah. Oh good, we can all go home soon. Shut up, I’m sarcastic all the time. A Hm can be sarcastic.

“Excuse me, Mr Hammerstein! Excuse me, ma’am, sir, excuse us, thanks. Mr Hammerstein, Mr Wayne and I- oh for goodness’ sake. Bruce! Come on, I need to interview some visiting rich folk and if you take all night I won’t get it done. Thank you. Anyways, Mr Hammerstein, we have an exhibit idea...”

*~°~*~°~*

“Please, call me Brucie.”

“Okay, Brucie. Now, we all saw the last time you pretended to be Batman. Tonight I heard that you have a friend who looks like Superman – oh, the crowd are excited tonight!”

“Haha, it seems so. Clark and myself do bear a resemblance to the famous heroes, yes. It gets pointed out to us periodically.”

We’re supposed to be undercover! We’re in our suits! What, so we pretend to be Brucie and Clark in our actual suits in an attempt to infiltrate Lex’s party?? That’s insane, Clark, absolutely insane. What – well, yeah, it might work... Lex won’t call us out on it, no.

“I have heard that at one of Lex Luthor’s famed Metropolis Galas you did an act?”

“Well, not an act, no. I had had rather a lot to drink, shall we say, but I was dressed up as Batman.”

“And yourself, Mr Kent is it? Yes – you make a strikingly good Superman. I’ve heard that you’re known in your office at Perry White’s Metropolis ‘paper for your impressions. Any chance the pair of you would do an act for us tonight?”

We have to go along with it just pretend, Clark, call it an act and just pretend like I do with Brucie, won’t be easy but you have to try Clark we have to try

“I’m afraid Brucie and I would rather not. However, we would like to talk some about our new venture, the Gotham branch of which is named: Where have all the good men gone? As you may recognise, we’ve taken the name from Bonnie Tyler’s song I Need a Hero. We’re aiming to put together an exhibition here in Gotham about our unrecognised street-level heroes. My nomination is the guy who does late night door duties on the hotel building I have often stayed at not far from here. He prevents people accessing the tower when they don’t have appropriate ID, opens the foyer to those waiting for taxis home, and has interrupted no less than five incidents in the last six months at the cost of his health. So here’s to you, doorman.”

There will always be hope as long as one man or child or woman is willing to stand up painpainpain and say no there will always be hope and that’s why I do this I am bringing hope despite blood and I refuse to give up and you are hope you embody it we are hope so don’t give up ignore the pain we get up it hurts so much but we get up

“My personal nominee is Jim Gordon. He’s always been supportive of my family and myself, has dedicated his life to cleaning up the police force and has really given hope to the youth of Gotham. The nomination process will be described in an interview tomorrow night, which will also be published in local papers. We would love for you all to nominate an unrecognised person who you see as a hero. Of course, our costumed vigilantes each get a photo in the exhibit, so there’s no need to nominate them unless you have a particular inspiring story.”

“All proceeds will go to soup kitchens and hostels, to help people get off the streets. Next month we hope to launch the Metropolis branch of the campaign, named in honour of our own superhero: Where are all the gods? It will run off exactly the same principle, with people nominating personal heroes. The Waynes and myself hope to establish skills centres in both of our cities to help people get off the streets and into jobs, and to teach transferable skills to as many people as possible. But please, please partake in this I Need a Hero campaign. The more we raise, the more people we can help.”

“Certainly the most admirable project I have had the joy of hearing about in several years. Well, folks, remember what these two have said to us tonight. Thank you both for agreeing to this conversation.”

“It’s been a real pleasure.”