#its the mic and the suit honestly

[nympheacervus]

josh is giving youth pastor here sorry

[polarf0x]

Dec.

"The rain won't stop pouring down this December."

Song by Kanaria. Original cover art by LAM.

I saw this art on a pixiv a month earlier, and I couldn't help but have some associations in my head. It wasn't until the day before yesterday that I heard the song for which this art was drawn that I was inspired and decided to parody the art to Nemu-san. Lam-san's style and Kanaria-san's music... It was definitely a pleasant experience!

[natrogersfics]

The Anthology - Epilogue

Artwork by @faith2nyc Read on AO3

This would never not feel like a fever dream.  

That’s all Steve can think about as he smiles for the sea of flashing cameras before him, the massive poster of Captain America in his stealth suit towering tall in the background. It feels like just yesterday that he had walked onto set, hoping along with the rest of the cast and crew that they would do this project that meant so much to people some justice. And now here they are, prepared to show the world the final product.

He poses for a few more photos and signs a handful more autographs before Maria finally ushers him further down the carpet and straight into the path of the lively host waiting by the entrance to the theater, her camera crew hovering all around. 

“And here we have the man of the hour!” the host announces as he nears, and she turns her mic towards him. “How are you feeling tonight, Steve?”

“I’m extremely excited, Darcy,” he says truthfully, watching as she lights up in pleasant surprise that he had remembered her name. “We made this one as a love letter to all of Cap’s fans, so fingers crossed that they like it.”

Darcy beams. “I’m sure-” she begins, only to pause when she’s interrupted by a chorus of excited squealing. They both look up the carpet to see the cause of the commotion, prompting Darcy to chuckle. “Seems your costar has arrived.”

“Seems so,” he manages to say. Part of him is aware that Darcy still has her mic extended to him and that he’s now frozen stupid while on live television, but he doesn’t care. There’s nothing, absolutely nothing, that could pry his eyes away from the sight of Natasha slowly descending the carpet, looking every bit the movie star that she is with her hair falling in loose waves down her back and her lips painted crimson – a few shades deeper than the little red number she has on that hugs her in all the right places and falls just a little past her knees.

Natasha’s eyes meet his as she approaches, her lips lifting in that soft smile he knows is just for him. “Hi there.”

“Hi,” he says, offering his arm out for her to take. She links her arm with his, allowing him to guide her until she’s standing by his side. She looks even more ethereal now that she’s right next to him, and for the briefest of moments, it’s as though he forgets how to breathe. He sighs as a smile all but threatens to split his face in two. “You look stunning.”

“As do you,” she says, and he swears he sees a hint of a blush pave its way to her cheeks.

“The one and only Natasha Romanoff is here with us, ladies and dudes,” Darcy says, and it’s only then that he remembers that he’s still halfway through an interview. If Darcy is at all piqued by his lack of attention, though, she doesn’t show it as she turns excitedly to Natasha before pointing to the cameras. “Wave to everyone at home, girl!”  

Natasha chuckles, waving into the camera with her free hand. “Hi, everyone!”

“Natasha, can you tell us what your experience working on this movie was like?” Darcy inquires.

“Oh, it was magical,” she says. “Honestly, the cast and crew just gelled so well. We really became one big, happy family out there. Which is all you can really ask for when you spend months shooting for hours on end.” She turns towards him, her smile growing wider. “And, of course, it’s never a bad day at the office when you get to work with this one.” 

“Can confirm that lots of people were jealous of your job, yes,” Darcy says, causing both her and Natasha to laugh and him to sheepishly shake his head. 

“I will have the people know that she is also a joy to work with,” he says, leaning closer to the mic before looking back to Natasha. “Getting to watch her work every day was an absolute treat. There is simply no Black Widow without her.” 

“I paid him to say that,” Natasha quips, still holding his gaze even as she attempts to brush off his compliment. He winks in response, eliciting another smile from her. 

“Speaking of the people, though…” Darcy’s words cause him to turn back at the host just in time to see her eyes dart between him and Natasha before zeroing in on the hand Natasha still has resting on his chest. “I’ve been sent to do their work here, so I have to ask. There have been… discussions, if you will, on the interwebs these past few weeks about Cap and Widow’s chemistry maybe, possibly, extending beyond the screen...” She wiggles her brows. “Would either of you care to set the record straight right here, right now?”  

He chuckles at the conspiratorial smile that finds its way across Darcy’s face, and as he looks at Natasha next to him, he lifts a brow up in a silent question. They’ve discussed this ad nauseam at this point, and while he knows, unequivocally, what his answer is and that hers is exactly the same, the fact of the matter is that there would be no going back from this. His next words will alter the path of their lives moving forward, and he wouldn’t dare pull the trigger without her consent. But then her lips curl into that trademark smirk of hers, and that’s all the confirmation he needs to know that they’re on the same page. 

“Actually, Darcy, we would…” he says, his eyes never once leaving Natasha’s. From his periphery, he sees the mic that Darcy pushes closer to him, anticipating his response. He knows the words he wants to say, has rehearsed them in his head more times than he can count. Even so, he decides to let his hand slide to Natasha's waist instead, pulling her to him. 

“What are you doing?” Natasha asks, her eyes lighting up in a mix of surprise and amusement just as Darcy lets out a gasp. 

He doesn't respond, opting instead to lean down and slant his lips over hers. In an instant, they’re engulfed by the sound of the crowd cheering around them and of the cameras furiously flashing away, memorializing this moment forevermore, but he lets that all fade away as he deepens their kiss.

“Think that’s clear enough for them?” he asks when they finally pull away, smirking when she just snorts, pushing playfully at his chest. 

Chapter 8 | The Anthology Masterlist

[soapyoapy]

thoughts on dnp's new video

hey y'all. no one asked for it but here's a review of dip and pip's outfits from their new video from a costume design student's perspective.

*disclaimer: this is all for fun and totally my opinion, everyone has a different style, i’m just working with what they’ve worn before and what they seem to like wearing*

Category 1: Y2Gay

Phil:

🤔 i don’t know how to feel about this one… it’s not horrendous but dare i say he didn’t go far enough. i’m an ARMY so i can see j-hope wearing this but perhaps the reason why is would work is because he’d add like a white bucket hat, some sunglasses, and some colorful jewelry to fully commit to the maximalist style. also phil doesn’t really suit the baggy style imo. correct me if im wrong.

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️ (add some accessories)

Dan:

honestly, i love the sweater. i saw it in the photocards and loved it. this is how dan should wear color tbh. my only critiques would be: a. what are the straps for??? and b. i wonder how it’d look with a dark colored tank top underneath it instead of a black one 🤷🤷

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Category 2: Americore

Dan:

umm…keep the jacket on. i’m sorry, the shirt is too much 😅😅 also i’m so confused by the pants. that’s it. maybe instead of that shirt have just like a nice white shirt. or maybe phil’s out of date gaming console shirt. the eagles are just a lot to look at. also ditch the crocs. again, sorry. a good black chonky sneaker would fit the look better.

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Phil:

i agree with phil that the blue shoes don’t really fit. but i have a solution. wear some white sneakers and the blue mesh top from the q&a video or just a matpat-style blue jacket. other than that, this outfit works. especially with the blonde hair.

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Category 3: Stranger Materials

Phil:

phil, please please please get that jacket fitted. it looks ever so slightly too big on him. hot take: the pants aren’t terrible. it’s just terrible with the jacket. the lines are not going in the same direction and it’s really distracting. i think they’d both have the effect he wanted just on their own. not together.

rating: ⭐️⭐️

Phil pt2:

i agree with dan. the pants are the issue. they aren’t the right shade of blue or the same pattern. major clash and if they were performing, it’d be very distracting.

rating: ⭐️

Dan:

ok. at least it matches 😝 considering he bought is from an ✨adults only website✨ not bad. would probably make too much noise to be an actual outfit he’d wear onstage with mics and all that but for fashion…kinda slays

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Category 4: Serving Shorts

Phil:

🫢 umm…ok so, how did he not know the shorts were see through?? perhaps it did show on the website but if it was from the same place as the vest and the vest was mesh then you’d assume the shorts were too?? idk anyways. its giving backup dancer construction worker if that makes sense. i’d say go all the way add some fingerless gloves and some design to the shirt and/or vest. go full jojo siwa with it. i do also love the color coordination.

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️1/2

Dan:

eh…that’s it. it’s not awful it’s not great. maybe it he coordinated the blue with the top. it just looks like a dude headed to the gym. i like the shoes. they do look like the cover of a 90s boy band album. nothing amazing. if the star was blue and silver i’d like it more

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Bonus Round:

Dan:

honestly…as a neurodivergent person, this is just a good item 🤣🤣 it looks so soft. not even from a designer perspective but a sensory perspective. i’d buy it. maybe in a different color but still. (also if it’s like an ✨adults website✨ thing plz let me know idk anything im aroace 😅)

rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ (for the goofs)

Phil:

question. where would you wear this other than a disco/party? this outfit looks really fun. the only thing i'd add to this would be some white boots or sneakers with rainbow laces.

rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ (for the goofs)

thank you for reading the ramblings of a junior costume design student who is using this video as procrastination from doing their lighting design homework. I hope you all have a good rest of your day! ✌️✌️ go ahead and tell me if any of the things I said were wrong i don't know anything 😊😊

[chalksniffed]

nsfw, modern/stalkerish albedo × afab! reader

warning: pwp (porn w/o plot), masturbation, sex toys, voyeurism?, dubcon, possessiveness, breeding kink, piercings on reader, very very horny reader, corruption kink, slight mind break, r4pe fantasy in the end

look, college made me stressed enough to write horny again ok aha pretty rusty with writing again and im not assed to proofread and edit, hope you guys like this one

anyways, i finally wrote and published something for my mans ╰(*´︶`*)╯ooc albedo pron utc

"Delivery!" A loud voice exclaimed outside your apartment door. Fumbling through loosely thrown clothes on floor, you hastily covered up from your earlier attempt at stress relief. Skirting pass furniture, you responded loudly, quickly approaching the door with haggard pants.

Opening the door, you greet the delivery man holding a delicately wrapped box with a confused look on your face. "This is for you, it's addressed to your apartment however it's anonymous." He said after confirming your name.

"Ah, I see. Thank you then." Signing your name on the delivery sheet, he handed you the box and bid you a good day.

Closing the door with your heel, you placed the mystery box on your counter, eager to see whatever this mystery person sent yet also wanting to finish your dopamine fix for the morning.

Opening the box it reveals.. various sex toys? You feel both confused to see familiar items from your wishlist but ecstatic at the same time because touching yourself with just your fingers were starting to get tedious and repetitive.

Shifting through the number of items, an elegantly written card with gold ink was on the bottom of the pile.

I hope you enjoy yourself with these gifts, my dear. -Clax

"I.. don't know who you are Clax and I should probably be worried but honestly I'm too pent up and stressed to even care at the point. Thank you for the gifts." Your sigh of relief was heard audibly on his earphones as Albedo watched you sort through the items and thought of which one to use as your first.

His teal eyes shone when he saw you pick up a silicone replica of his dick from his screen. Mouth starting to water as you held the base, barely able to wrap your small hands around his girth. Tracing the veins with your dainty index up until you reach the tip then carefully circling it on the slit of his cock.. oh how he wished that was him instead of that toy.

From the angle of his camera, he can see how your eyes formed imaginary hearts in its pupils at the sight of his cock. Perhaps excited to finally know what dick feels like? He thought. He could practically see drool trying to dribble down the side of your lips as you continue to feel up the cock.

Grabbing both his cock and the thoughtfully placed bottle of lube, you ran towards your bedroom and tossed the items on your bed. Hastily removing your clothes and practically in your birthday suit (+ thigh high socks) for Albedo to see as he flicks to the camera set in your room. He rakes his eyes all over your body, practically molesting you with the deep desire in his gaze. Piercings littered your body in many places, notable ones were the ones decorating your nipples and navel. Oh how much he wants to suck your buds and feel the coolness of the metal in his mouth..

Fixing your position in bed, you lathered his cock with generous amounts of lube and used the rest left on your slick hand to scissor yourself wider to accommodate his girth.

Albedo palms himself through his shorts while hungrily watching you stretch yourself using your fingers. Your soft pants pick up on the mic and went straight to his aching cock. Fishing it free from his shorts, it stands proud and erect in his hold.

Deciding that was enough prep, you carefully rose to your knees and placed the tip of the dildo on your slick lips, a shudder spreading on your body from the contact.

With the eagerness of a slut wanting to be fucked hard by him, you inhaled and slotted the head in your wet hole, trembling already from the feeling and thought of dick penetrating your insides.

You sank yourself lower and with every inch your moans grow louder. Loud pants fills Albedo's ears as he fists himself while watching you, imagining his hand was your tight, untouched pussy.

"S-so this is what dick feels like.. archons I feel so f-full.." you whined in pleasure, hearing that made his heart swell in pride. Glancing down, you see that you're not yet even on the base of his cock yet and you can see a slight dent on the bottom of your abdomen from the size of this dick.

With one last forceful push, you bottomed out his dick. A sharp noise leaves your lips and he wasn't sure if it's from the pain or pleasure or perhaps even both.

Your body limps and your face flushes red in embarrassment from cumming only from bottoming out on a girthy dick.

Archons.. it was just a copy of his dick yet it already renders you to this state? His mind races on what you'll be like once you actually feel his real dick making a mess in your insides..

"Archons.. oh that feels so so good.." you purr, delirious from your recent climax, "Clax.. whoever you are, you're a godsend I swear.." Your mind melts, completely ignoring the safety issues due to your euphoria. Only feeling complete and utter relief and appreciation from the anonymous person sending you a box filled with items you wanted to buy.

"Oh.." Albedo flushes at your comment, also thankful to your appreciation, carelessness, and horniness to overlook the possible crimes he's committed.

Laying down on your back against your pile of pillows, you pump the toy inside you. Groaning in pleasure everytime the tip hits your sweet spot, Albedo mimics your movements in time with his jerks. Already feeling the rising climax in his belly.

Tweaking you nipples, the cool metal enhancing your pleasure, you folded your legs and spread them wide. The camera perfectly placed to see your dripping pussy wrapping tightly around the cock.

"A-ah- I..I love cock! Ohhh!! Calx your dick's messing up my insides so so good!!!" You babble mindlessly, too cockdrunk to pay attention to whatever you're saying. Albedo, on the other hand, almost came from your exclamation.

He's treating his darling so well.. next time it'll be him drilling your sopping, wet hole and filling it to the brim with his cum until it can't take anymore.

His teal eyes turn cloudy, entranced with your horny, cock needy self voluntarily ruining your insides with him. Only him only him only him only him-

He's never going to let another man have a taste of you, he'll ruin you so bad that other men won't ever satisfy your needy cunt.

You lift you hips and thrust, a gasp leaves your lips, still from the new depth the cock reached.

Then you continue thrusting, more frantic than ever. Catching up to that high, repeatedly abusing the sweet spot the new angle uncovered. Seeing this, Albedo hastened his fist with new found determination to cum with you.

Clenching you insides, your drool slipping past your mouth, frantic pumping speed and a want to be breed full by the person who sent this- you peaked. Screaming in pleasure, your eyes rolled back, cunt squirting from this new, indescribable pleasure.

Albedo grunts and finishes just as your body limps from the climax.

He pants, out of breath, and closes his eyes, thinking about what he should send or give to you next in his odd way of courtship. Noises from your aftermath slows and calms his breathing, until it picks up another sound.

Heaving heavily, you sigh, somewhat discontent,  "now if only that was a real dick... Calx.. what if you were here to fuck and rape me instead?" You said softly, almost dreamily, "I want your cum to drip down from my insides.."

Albedo short curcuits from your confession and no longer than a week after, after continuously watching you test yourself with the toys he gifted, he broke into your house and raped you so so so full of him.

Fulfilling his promise of ruining your pussy for other men as your mind is broken to only want him <3

[everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats]

What’s one more day of clowning?…

Here we go final leg of the Eras Tour😭

(RIP my hope of tickets☠️)

Miami Florida N1

— (I’m gonna update this as I go cause I need somewhere to speak in hyperspeed Swiftie screams) while streaming —

Lover Creamsicle/Lava Girl (despite the Twitter debates (yes I said Twitter😂) it looks the usual coral to me at least) though possible new necklace? w Normal speech + addressing the final leg & fantastic crowds to celebrate these albums

New Fearless dress! (Possibly my favorite thus far)

— I’m thinking Elsa for a “Mastermind” name? … trying to come up with some pasta suggestions for “Swiftbowl” but honestly all I can think is “buddy the elf spaghetti”😂

A lot going on at the moment for Red with usual ATW speech & announcing the confirmed ✨RAIN SHOW💖

Swirls for Speak Now enchanted

NEW REPUTATION SUIT WITH MATCHING MIC & DIFFERENT SNAKE (its giving Karen… which @taylornation is of course trolling the clowns with)

— Maybe more green snake intro? (otherwise normal) It seems to be more green lighting?🤡 Normal Rep setlist (I guess I’m going with Christmas themes today… cause all I want is Debutation?😂) also lwymmd has red Rep suit box… idk if it’s new? Mostly just afraid new suit is from “old stinky” (who I love) having holes…

Berry Folkmore/Everlore dress, basic Betty & Champagne problems speeches (or at least nothing officially big?⬇️), + usual setlist (the rain pausing & beginning in Marjorie was beautiful though) & while I see some Tweets saying Willow has new synths I personally did not hear them or see lighting differences in coloring (maybe it’s my screens? It seems usual green & coloring) OKAY BUT THAT SPEECH DANCING RAIN (dancing with our hands tied?⬆️)

Was hoping for a new combo with an all green set for 1989, we got red & green which is both rep colors, usual set, bikes are green not blue!

Hoping for Florida during TTPD, seems more red and green lit, Florida is in setlist WITH FLORENCE!!! (I’m getting snake eye lighting vibes which is me clowning for sure). Malfunction: she was literally running with her dress unbuttoned.😂 The crowd screaming again tricked me w Postie😭🖤NOTHING HAPPENED (but hey I love Jan so) Hoping for all Gold set (or black for Rep?) Set is white! Currently: Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me? dress w White gloves & usual rest of set (aside from earlier ⬆️ Florida)

It’s all waiting on surprise dress now… I’m hoping new green, brand new black (maybe even silver/gold) or at least orange? Surprise songs o clock (coming in right after ICDIWABH which were on as I type this lol): HERE WE GO — THE DRESS IS RED AND GREEN AND BLUE AND LOOKS LIKE BLACK MIDNIGHT STARS OR HOLOGRAPHIC OR RAINBOW WHAT??? ITS RAINING?? ITS TIME!! ITS TIM MCGRAW & TIMELESS — ITS PIANO TIME (I AM CONFUSED) ITS THIS IS ME TRYING & DAYLIGHT — SHES JUMPING — UNLESS MOTHER DOES SOMETHING NEW AND ANNOUNCES AT MIDNIGHT WE HAVE BEEN CLOWNED🤡 but hey def my new fav dress for surprise songs (excited for high quality full pics)

It seems this has been dubbed the beta, paint splatter, sleeping beauty make it blue make it pink, lover hair or rep dress reference of Surprise Song dresses

Midnights: purple CORRECTION NEW ANTI HERO DRESS —

— & MoonStone🌙 bodysuit (don’t think it’s new guys) normal setlist & Kam love! Loving the rainy curls😍 & new crowd YES YOU ARE chants (haven’t heard that one for going out tonight before… maybe I’m just lost lol clowning fried my brain) if nothing else thankfully Vigilante Shit will always be scream worthy and heart stopping for mother🥵🤣👏 we Stan a good ✨Chicago✨ moment Magenta jacket & a wonderful night! Thanks for clowning!

[hotarutranslations]

This Tours Special Sound and Dance

Evening

Aichi! Thank you very much, For the first day

The venue had seating up to the 4th floor, A tonn of the fans, Told Maria, Welcome home--! I also took off my ear monitors to listen

It was amazing☺️🫶🏻

Maria said "I'm happy.." without a microphone

It was wonderful☺️🫶🏻

I burned it into my eyes and ears Thank you very much for the really wonderful performance today!

I also did an MC in without a mic (afternoon) lol

More than the content of it,

I was noisy? I think thats my lasting impression of it, Honestly

🤣lol

After the MC was over, I was kind of out of breath

🤣lol

It seems like my voice reached the 4th floor, I'm happy about that, I'm able to take on such a challenge, Because of this venue, right!

Everyone in Nagoya,

For those who we weren't ableto see in the summer, Were we able to meet today..

Since we ended up cancelling in the summer, It felt like it had been a while since coming to this venue When we were rehearsing I thought, it so wide.. But with the audience comes in, The wideness had a really good feeling with the scenery, I get to see a tonnn of people, Its a time where I simply think, I'm happy---🎈

I have to sleep as there is tomorrow too

Thank you very much for your support today

Ah, I haven't had the timing to convey this but, I have to write it

During this tour, Ishida gets to dance a lot in particular🕺

The sound designer also added, A lot of accents this time, hoping it would be points of dancing instead of the sound inciting it

(I'm happy..)

For the choreography, On my last tour, I received the opportunity to choreography for the scene where Maria, Kita-chan, Rairi, Reina-chan, and I dance, I'm still not positive towards, making choreography after all,

But to phrase it a different way,

I like dancing to choreography that's been made, and sticking to it😕🫶🏻

Therefore this time as well, I was asked, what should we do? (In the first place, I was grateful for the suggestion of doing it!) I refrained from making the choreography…

In addition to Nacchan's staging, and a dancer the teacher knows, I had choreography from someone I met for the first time like, I think this would suit Ishida..

That! Is what I really like

The dance has quite a different nuance that normal, Ah, I really like it here and there☺️🫶🏻

In the end, I met someone new, and danced a new way.. But I dance really like myself with the choreo.. I'd be happy if that's what was sent out to you!

By all means please pay attention to it tomorrow as well

But I haven't said much about this either, There is one choreography I made myself… I wonder what it is

.☺️👑

Tommorrow is the last, of our 4 weekend performances

I'll do my best!

See you ayumin <3

[princess-of-the-corner]

For no particular reason here is some important, totally canon MHA lore courtesy of Smash:

The support course makes most of the stuff for the hero course including comedy props and robotic copies of the staff.

UA occasionally lets people who want to apply there watch classes and even take part in Hero Course lessons.

Momo can perfectly copy others' behaviour if she tries, can stop her lungs at will and is a magnificent opera singer.

Competitive baseball ceased existing after the dawn of quirks but Ochako is a fan anyway.

Fighting game combos are real but only Ochako can do them because her quirk lets her replicate weird physics engine bs.

Bakugo is an expert cook and baker but is also too scary to be asked about it. He's also a pretty good life coach, a favourite of local kids and one of the better rescuers on the team (according to Aizawa)

Endeavor is the most awkward motherfucker on the planet

Mt. Lady wasn't allowed to take hero courses due to her quirk but still decided to be one with some remedial courses to inspire other people with "volatile" quirks. This was a very mixed success.

Disney doesnt exist anymore but its remnant company is still an ass about copyright.

Izuku has a shitton of stuff about Katsuki in his notebooks and made multiple copies of it to hand out/in case they explode. He's also a cat's cradle expert.

The class is generally pretty good at improvised group dances.

All Might drafted up an anime about his life back in his early career and apparently it's Bad.

Midnight has a shonen rivalry fetish.

Shoto has used Half Hot before the Sports Fest but only in love doses and exclusively to attract cats. He also likes hunting bugs a lot (with a similar tactic) and doesn't know how mosquitos work.

Mic knows Muai Tai and wants to show it off really badly.

13's outfit is apparently a uniform UA just has on hand for Reasons.

Gonna respond to these individually so:

Love that! I've actually discussed before on the same wavelength of how the Support Course would be best suited to learn alongside Hero Students so they can see practical applications! I'd like more if they worked together a bit and/or the support students got classes where they just watch the Hero Training classes and take notes.

Honestly being allowed to check out potential schools you apply to does make sense.

Girl has many talents

how do you lose competitive baseball of all things? Like don't get me wrong I have little love for baseball, but why would it go away?

Ochako is best. Just fuckin. That's hilarious.

Katsuki being good at cooking is great but also being good with children? If a hero career never works out then housewife is a great option. (but also something something 'character with abrasive personality and power that's default dangerous and destructive also being one of the best with soft things that take patience like food and children)

This one? Beautiful. He's a loser. I love him.

It seems some bullshit that she wasn't allowed to take Hero Classes like. She can make a good Hero! And while her Quirk application is somewhat niche, it's not out of the realm of being needed. Hell, between her debut scene being fighting a giant villain therefore matching him in size, and the fact that this is a world where things like giant robots can exist, she's def needed. Like yeah she- she needs to learn to be a bit better about property damage but if she'd had gone to one of the schools and had experienced Heroes coaching her, that learning curve would be fantastic.

Disney will be Disney lmao

Izuku. Honey. I love you but that's a bit stalker-y and I would not be surprised if Katsuki blasts you into oblivion for that.

The gang is just all sharing a brain cell

All Might is also a fucking loser I love him.

I 100% think that all Heroes just have something for the shonen rivalry thing because like. Just. You need a close friend you can have a rivalry with to push each other to be the best you can be and then also spar with one another and oh hey getting pinned down like this is kinda hot ain't it? Every Hero has a 'type' and it's 'someone who will be affectionate but also throw me through a wall'.

Shoto using his fire to make himself warm and attract cats is fucking hilarious like baby!!!

Also a fucking loser I love him

That's hilarious actually

[nabibeans]

Pride Month Special: coming out internationally.

Summary: Ateez have their first international fan sign, towards the end Hongjoong decides to share a personal detail about himself, the rest of the members follow suite.

~🏳️‍🌈~

Hongjoong was nervous; hands sweating as he fidgeted with them, his eyes glancing around the faces in the room. Seonghwa had noticed, though he couldn’t offer comfort other, not in the way he needed right now. Once the group was lined up properly the members glanced at their captain, his hands shaking as he gripped the mic. “Hello everyone, I uhm..it’s time for us to finish. And before we give our last message I wanted to say something.” His hands shook harder, heart hammering in his chest, nausea was beginning to swirl in his stomach, creeping slowly up his throat. “I..it’s pride month you know? Where we celebrate all queer identities. And I know there must be some of you that are queer and celebrate…but…” the bile rose into his throat, a gag making its way out. “I uhm…I…” , “Hongjoong-“ Hongjoong shoved the microphone into Seonghwa’s hands, just in time to run out the exit door. As soon as he made it over to the trash can he was heaving up his breakfast, why couldn’t he just say it? Why couldn’t he tell atiny!? A manager had come out to check on him, the man looked worried. “You okay kid? You don’t have to do this if you’re not feeling comfortable.” Hongjoong wiped his mouth, turning and sighing. “I’m nervous, I’ve never told anyone. Besides, I’m..in a relationship as well.”

The manager nodded, humming as he offered the boy a piece of gum. “Here, for your breath.” Hongjoong popped the gun into his mouth, cringing as the fruity taste mixed with the lingering vomit taste in his mouth. “Are you happy in your relationship?” Hongjoong nodded, “yes, I’m very happy in my relationship.” The manager patted his shoulder, “then go tell the world who you are kid. Tell them you’re in a happy relationship, show your fans the real you.” Hongjoong smiled, nodding. “I will, I just need a minute. I just threw up.” The manager nodded, “take your time.” Hongjoong sat on the floor, taking his phone out of his pocket. Turning it on his eyes softened as he ran a thumb over the lockscreen; a photo of himself and his boyfriend was there, they were laid in bed, kissing each other sweetly. Hongjoong’s arm was stretched out, clearly taking the selfie while his boyfriend had an arm around him. “You make me so happy.” Taking a deep breath he stood again, nausea crept back up as he opened the door, swallowing it down he stepped inside.

All eyes were on him; everyone looked at him as he walked back to his position beside Seonghwa. “I apologize for my absence. It seems I may have pushed it too hard.” Hongjoong ran a hand through his messy hair, then took the microphone again. “Anyway, as I was saying…I know there are a lot of atiny that are queer identifying and honestly…I think you guys, my atiny. Should know that…” he looked to his members, all of them nodding with smiles. “You should know that…that I’m gay. I like boys.” Hongjoong held his breath, waiting for anyone to reply. His heartbeat sped up again, suddenly there was a voice, “ah shit! I knew he was fruity!” The members erupted in laughter, and soon Hongjoong followed suit. “Fruity? I suppose I am.” Seonghwa turned to him with a smile, mouthing a ‘good job’ to him. Hongjoong smiled giving a thumbs up another voice came, “Hongjoong oppa, do you have a boyfriend?” Hongjoong smiled, then nodded. “ I do. I have a boyfriend.” Seonghwa held out his hand for the mic, the captain happily handed it over. “Hello atiny, as you know I’m Seonghwa! But..I’m also bisexual, and..” he wrapped his arm around Hongjoong’s waist, hugging the smaller male to his chest. Hongjoong looked up at him, eyes wide and jaw dropped, “and I’m Hongjoong’s boyfriend.” The crowd screamed , a few yelling that they knew it, others that they saw it coming. Yunho took the mic next, “hello I’m Yunho! I’m bisexual too!” Then Yeosang, “I’m Yeosang! And I’m queer, I prefer not to label my sexuality.” Hongjoong had tears in his eyes, hiding his face in Seonghwa’s chest. “I’m San! I’m bisexual like Seonghwa hyung.” , “I’m Mingi and I’m pansexual.” Wooyoung excitedly snatched the mic. “I’m Wooyoung! I’m gay! Just like captain.” The members watched as Jongho took the mic, arching a brow before shrugging. “I’m Jongho, and I’m asexual. But..I’ll make and exception for Yeosang.” Yeosang blushed hiding his face, his boyfriend definitely had a way with his words. Hongjoong smiled proudly, his queer little family had publicly came out just to support him.

“Thank you so much!” He smiled from Seonghwa’s arms. Pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s cheek, “ah come on! That’s not a real kiss!” A fan called. The others started chanting along, “kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss..” Hongjoong turned to look at the managers who only shrugged then gave the thumbs up. “Better make it a good one.” He teased. Seonghwa smiled and shook his head, “don’t I always?” Tilting Hongjoong’s head up he captured his boyfriend’s lips in a kiss, the smaller male wrapping his arms around him as atiny cheered loudly. “Sadly, we do have to go now, but thank you for your support!” Hongjoong handed the mic back to the staff, taking his boyfriend’s hand as they left the fansign. Once they were out of earshot the small leader spoke up, “you guys didn’t have to come out just to support me! Especially you telling them you’re my boyfriend!” He slapped Seonghwa’s shoulder. “I like being your boyfriend thank you!” San smiled happily as they walked. “It’s okay captain! Next time I’ll tell them about Wooyoung and I.” San and Wooyoung held hands as they walked, smiling proudly. “You guys realize, you just came out as the first openly queer group right?” Their makeup noona spoke. The boys all nodded, they were proud of that fact.

Back at the dorms it was quiet; the eight boys had all eaten dinner as sat on the couch watching a movie. Hongjoong was curled up into Seonghwa, sometimes sneaking a quick kiss when they thought no one was paying attention. “Thank you for today.” He whispered, arms wrapping around his boyfriend. “You don’t need to thank me honey, it’s my job as your boyfriend.” Playing with Hongjoong’s hair the couple cuddled up on the couch, suddenly the lights flicked on. All eight men sat up turning to face the source, in the doorway stood their manager holding something in his hands. “You guys have no idea how proud the whole KQ family is of you. So..we all pitched in and got this.” The manager opened the material letting it flow, it was a large rainbow flag with Ateez’s logo across the front of it. “Oh my gosh it’s so cool!” Wooyoung was the first to run over, the rest followed behind. “Our own pride flag!?” San was excited. “For the first openly queer boy group.” The boys happily accepted the flag, “captain where should we hand it!?” Hongjoong thought for a moment. “How about above the trophy case?” The other members agreed, getting to work on hanging the flag. The manager left after bidding them a good night, leaving the eight alone again. Hongjoong yawned as he stood beside Seonghwa, “baby, let’s go to bed.” He whispered to his boyfriend. The blond nodded, taking his hand as they walked out of the living room to their shared room.

As soon as the door was closed Seonghwa grabbed his boyfriends waist, “come here you!” Hongjoong shrieked playfully as Seonghwa tickled his sides, pressing kisses all over his face. “Hey! You know I’m super ticklish!” The two stumbled back to their bed, their lips connecting in a kiss as soon as they hit the soft material. After a short make out session the two separated for air, “okay but for real, I’m tired.” Hongjoong removed his sweater tossing it to the floor, then shoved his pants off only leaving his tank top and boxers as he slipped underneath the blankets. “No pajamas?” Seonghwa asked. The boy shook his head, “not tonight babe. We’re off tomorrow.” Seonghwa nodded, removing his clothes as well before joining his boyfriend under the covers. The couple held each other in their arms, steady breaths filled the room as sleep slowly came. “I love you Seonghwa.” Hongjoong mumbled softly. Seonghwa smiled, watching his boyfriend drift off to sleep. “ I love you too, Hongjoong.”

// if this does well I’ll make a part 2 with ateez at a pride event

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

If you want to do it, Equal Oppurtunity Asshole: Present Mic

Quirkism is the best way to go here honestly. Present Mic is a more… subtle type. He's of the opinion certain Quirks are best for heroics and that people who don't have them aren't suited. He doesn't think Quirks are good or bad so he doesn't think he’s Quirkist.

It's just he says things that make people kind of stop sometimes. Aizawa’s heard more then his fair share of comments from Mic and its why he hasn't quite made a step into dating the man. Because hearing ‘oh that isn't suited’ or ‘man Sho, you were right to go into underground. Your Quirk wouldn't suit limelight.’ and maybe he's right but… something about the tone.

Present Mic is a nice guy, smart and kind. He's just very opinionated and his opinions tend to be loud given he's a radio show host and such. He's unaware of how many people dislike him due to his views or how many people consider him Quirkist. He's an asshole in he's dismissed multiple possible applications to train with him because ‘those kids are going to fail out they ain't right for heroics’ or he's talked people out of trying.

It's only confronted when he comments about someone who goes: oh another Quirkist teacher. Joys.

And he's shocked by this cause he isn't? He's just saying it like it is? But suddenly Aizawa has a word for the discomfort he feels at times, and a few students suddenly realize they shouldn't have let Mic discourage them.

It's quite the shock.

[nomsfaultau]

Snsnsknsns you can ignore this but I just had a thought..that now I check is long woopsies

The SCP foundation feels like a place with a crummy work ethic, like scientists and higher ranks may be worth something but soldiers are basically expendable,,,, wowie it's Halloween

The foundation makes the soldiers dress up in freaking costumes and knock on doors to find and eventually exterminate the fault crew.

At this point a handful of them had enough, like I don't get paid enough for this and this is a pretty high salary + I wanted to spend time with my family + 95% mortality rate

So when they accidentally do find the crew, before the others can react they just,,,face-palm and like I dunno drop their weapons cus haha 1-3 humans v 5 anomalies wowie, shut off their walkie talkies like 'oh yeah nothing to see here oh no', mumble truce, ask if they can get some candy, bid a happy Halloween then go

Funny scene of a blanket ghost sighing, holding one hand up as a sign of peace while taking out weapons out from the most questionable hiding places with increasing absurdity and talking to a hidden mic thingy "yeah no sir no sign of anomalies here yes positive"

Bonus scene of one soldier in an honestly cool costume, possibly the most friendly guy so far, small anecdote of how he only found out what they did to anomalies recently and was already trying to back out because moral quandaries, maybe a joke or two, then guy pops a question "Oh yeah by any chance have you seen my niece? Yea tall, dressed up in a modified scp soldier suit? Funny thing, they wanted to dress up as a star wars rebel and kept begging me to lend them my uniform and I thought why not since I'm quitting anyways haha,,,um,,,why are you staring at me like that lol"

I...well it's a brain rot for a reason rkskejwknr hope you have a nice day btw ^^

- ehe

OH my God this got lost in my inbox ahhhh

I think Tubbo and Tommy barely convince the others not to do murder about it because 1. witnesses everywhere 2. Children witnesses everywhere, so only The Blade is still suggesting murder about it. Tommy would immediately want a gun like so much. Absolutely delighted with this turn of events while say Wilbur is losing its mind. Tubbo is deffo consoling the guy who's trying to back out cause...you really can't they'll just send you to the femur breaker. Yikes.

The Blade starts coughing to try and cover up the awkward moment from punting a kid. Whaaaat no they're probably around here...somewhere.... like over there (Phil quick kill him when his back is turned so I can avoid this conversation!)

[threadandlace]

He Sings the Songs (Josh POV)- Seamstress for the Band series, part eleven (4.0k)

Masterlist- to start from the beginning

The warm water felt heavenly as it beat down against your back. You were sore and exhausted- performing really took everything out of you, despite the passion and love you felt for it. Thinking back to the day’s events, you shook your head. A fire, the sound check fiasco, Emily, what else could go wrong today?

You reflected on the performance as you rinsed the shampoo out of your hair. It had gone really well, despite some hiccups during sound check. Sammy’s bass had been completely washed out and your mic had been distorting your voice. Luckily your crew was the best of the best, fixing the issues quickly and with the utmost professionalism.

Finishing your shower and wrapping the towel around your waist, you examined the clothes laid out for you on the bathroom counter.  A white long-sleeved tee shirt was folded on top of a pair of tan twill joggers, a new pair of boxer briefs carefully tucked under the clothes. Definitely my style, good picks.

You slipped on the clothes, the fabric clinging to your damp skin. Something along the side stitching of your pants caught your eye and you turned to examine it in the mirror. You smiled as you pulled at the fabric to get a better look at the symbol embroidered onto the pants. It wasn’t just any symbol; it was your symbol- a circle inside of a triangle with interwoven crosshatch lines. It was a simple gesture and probably took her about five minutes, but it rocked your world. She sat, probably in this room, and thought about you. Did something for you. Shaking your head, you tried to clear the thoughts from your mind. It’s her job. But was it?

Opting to let your hair air dry, you realized you were the quickest one to shower and get changed when you emerged from the dressing room, backpack slung over your back. Thank god I left this on the bus. The one time my forgetfulness comes in handy. You were carrying your jumpsuit which you had carefully hung back on its hanger.

It was quiet in the hall, the crew busy preparing to move equipment. But yet, there she was. She sat cross-legged on the floor, a sketchbook opened in her lap. Her brow was furrowed as she concentrated on whatever she was working on, her mouth twitching ever so slightly as she worked. You sat down on the couch across from her and she noticed your presence, her eyes snapping up to meet yours.

“Oh, hey!” she greeted casually, fixing her posture as she addressed you. Her smile was soft and she was clearly tired, but she remained radiant with her presence. It was the one thing you could always count on- her presence seemed to recharge your energy, even after a long and exhausting day.

You gestured to the symbol on your pants, and she smiled wider. “I needed something small to do to get me into the creative spirit,” she said quietly. “I don’t know about creative- it’s nothing too special,” you countered. “I like it. Something about its simplicity just… works. It’s very you,” she added. You nodded and pointed to her sketch. “What are you working on?” She turned it to show you, pointing out details as she talked. “I’m mapping out the panel I’m missing for Jake’s Atlanta suit. I want to make sure I only have to redo it once,” she explained, sadness clouding her face.   

“I’m sorry you’re having to redo it. It just… really sucks,” you lamented. She nodded in agreement before looking back up at you. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m honestly just glad everyone is okay. Things could’ve been really bad. I mean, people could’ve gotten hurt or died. I am sad about the panel and my sketchbook, but there’s a chance I’ll get it back. And even if I don’t,” she paused to take a breath, her hands gesturing as she talked, “I’m okay. You’re okay. We are all okay. The world is still turning!”

“And burning,” Sam added as he plopped down on the couch next to you. He rested his head back and closed his eyes, clearly exhausted. This tour had started out well, but the way things had been going were starting to take their toll. You chuckled as you took in Sam’s outfit, a pair of patterned pants clashing brightly with a tie dye t-shirt. 

“You know… this makes sense,” you said as you gestured to his outfit. He opened one eye to see what you were talking about before closing it back, chuckling in agreement. “Yeah, Ava picked out your clothes,” she had answered, her smile growing wider. You looked at Sam, who was shaking his head, eyes closed, before looking at her. “Really?” you mouthed, and she shook her head. “That’s funny,” Sam mumbled, “Ava told me you picked this out for me. And she is a much more reputable source for information.”

That was all it took for the laughter to begin and she doubled over, gasping for breath. You couldn’t help but laugh along with her, even though you didn’t really understand why it was so funny. She wiped a tear from her cheek as her laughter subsided. “Yeah, no, it was me. I got all of your stuff, so if it doesn’t fit, that’s on me. Nobody else wanted to pick for you guys, so I decided to have fun with it.” She took a deep breath and continued. “I must be really exhausted because that wasn’t even funny. But then I looked at you and it just tickled me all over.”

Everyone fell back into comfortable silence before Danny emerged. “Nice outfit,” he poked at Sam, starting the giggles all over again. Jake emerged soon after, completing the group. Everyone sat in silence, waiting for the signal to load up and head towards Atlanta.

Albert approached the group. “Well, we have the go ahead crew!” he greeted, always smiling. She jumped up to greet Albert, ensuring he had eaten something and had his coffee ready. “I can go grab you something really quick!” she had said, although Albert had waved her off. She had gotten really close to the older man, both of them always checking up on each other. His kindness was infectious, and you’d started to really take a liking to him. Albert was one of the reasons you liked to take the wardrobe bus. One of many reasons.

You reached for your jumpsuit, but she had beaten you to it. “I’ll carry it,” you offered, reaching out for it. “Are you guys not stopping to see the fans? The bus is parked a little further away,” she clarified, and you glanced back at Jake. “May as well,” Jake answered. “I’ll let you take it. This time,” you warned as you gestured to let her walk ahead of you. She had stacked the other outfits on top of your jumpsuit, which she carried carefully. Albert had taken the box of shoes from her and was leading the group out to the bus.

The commotion from outside could be heard before you even got to the backside of the arena. Security joined the group as you all made your way out the back doors. Jake took the lead, heading over to begin the song and dance over the fence surrounding the back parking lot.

You watched your brother- he was always effortless, ensuring the perfect amount of finesse for every situation. He was a natural and had that star power quality that you knew had helped make his dream a reality. You followed behind him, pulling a sharpie out of the side pocket of your bag as you leaned in to sign various things and smile for photos.

Without even thinking, you made your way onto the wardrobe bus. You absentmindedly nodded and smiled at Albert, who was getting his GPS set up. She looked up at you as you worked your way towards the back of the bus. She smiled and you finally came to the realization that you were not on your bus and that you were alone in your choice to ride with her. You were suddenly nervous, unsure how she’d react to just you choosing to ride with her.

I can just say I wanted to check in and I’ll get off. It’s not that weird that I came on here. If she’s uncomfortable she’ll tell me.

She smiled at you, pointing to the spot you usually took when riding on the wardrobe bus. “What’s on your docket for the night? Albert said it’ll only be about three, maybe three and a half hours to get to Atlanta,” she said as she turned back to cutting the piece of fabric laid out on the table in front of her. Everything she did was so effortless, although her movements were quick and precise. 

You watched her for a second before remembering that she asked you a question. “I think I’ll probably just sketch a little bit. Maybe work on some lines for the song Danny and I were working on,” you answered as you moved to sit in your spot. “Is that the missing panel?” you asked, gesturing to the piece she was working on. “It is. I’m hopeful that I’ll be able to knock this one out by the time we get to Atlanta. We will see!” she answered, giving you a hopeful smile.

Albert called back to the two of you to let you know you’d be under way soon. Both of you responded in unison, harmonizing with your responses. You both chuckled before you returned to your respective projects.

You angled yourself away from her to continue working on a project you’d started that afternoon. You were glad your sketchbook was the one thing that was kept sacred- nobody dared peer inside. Sam had flipped through it, you were sure, but you knew Jake and Danny would never. Nobody from your team. Everyone knew there were a few things left alone- Sammy’s bass, your sketchbook, Jake’s hats.

About an hour and a half later the bus pulled to a stop at a small gas station just inside the Georgia state limits. Both of you peered out the window, looking out into the pitch black to see the neon lights of the gas station convenience center. “I need a drink,” she started before turning to you, wide-eyed. “Like a caffeine-containing drink,” she clarified, and you laughed. “It’s been a day, I wouldn’t blame you for needing an actual drink,” you replied, running a hand through your loose curls. You gestured to her and she followed you off the bus.

She went to ask Albert what he wanted and he replied something you couldn’t quite hear, but she nodded and gave him a wide smile. Once she got back to you, she explained. “He wants a black coffee and a Nutter Butter,” she revealed, and you nodded. “I think we can do that.”

You filled up one of the disposable cups with coffee while she went to grab an energy drink. “You sure you don’t want anything?” she called out from across the store. It was just after one am and the store was quiet aside from the two of you and the clerk who sat half-asleep at the register. “No, I’m good,” you replied as you finished filling up the cup and popped on the lid. The cup was hot, so you placed the cup inside another for safe handling.

Both of you met up at the counter. She set her Red Bull on the counter and the clerk rang it up, reaching out to scan the barcode on the coffee cup. “Smart,” she noted, pointing at the double-cup situation as she handed over the work card. “Actually, can I get one of the vodka shooters?” you asked, wanting something to take off the edge. The clerk gave you a mild case of side eye before turning to grab a bottle. “Make it two,” she said, and you could hear the smile in her voice.

The clerk asked for ID, which you both provided before being rung up. He handed the card back across the counter and gave you both a nod, ready to get back to his nap. As you walked out the doors, you both snapped open your shots and slung them back before throwing the empty bottles into the trash. She made a face and you laughed. 

“Not one for shots?” you asked. “Not if they’re vodka, bleh,” she responded with a disgusted look. “We could’ve done a shot of fireball, but I’ve already had two tonight and you know… the red dye and everything,” you joked, and she shot you a look. “When on Earth did you take two shots?” she asked, bewildered. “On stage!” you replied with a laugh, coming to the realization that she must not have ever seen a show from start to finish. “I always take a shot of fireball. Sometimes, like tonight, two. Or three. Depends on how the show is going,” you explained, and she laughed in response. “I guess I better take Ava up on the offer of watching a show from in front of the barricade. She said it was worth the anxiety,” she responded. “You definitely should. A whole show, start to finish though. I think we really have a good setup. And I like to think I’m pretty entertaining,” you added, cringing internally. Don’t push it. Nobody likes cocky.

To your relief, she chuckled in response. “I agree with that statement. It’s never a dull moment on this tour.” You nodded in agreement as you both headed across the parking lot. She was walking in long, sweeping strides, almost dancing as she took a sip of her drink. Suddenly, she was fully dancing, doing a graceful spin before jolting into a hilarious set of moves as she tried to dance and walk. You watched her for a moment as she laughed, finding herself truly hilarious as the delirium of exhaustion set in.

You reached your free hand out to her and she took it, allowing you to spin her as you continued to walk towards the bus. Albert was standing outside, leaned against the side of the bus. He whistled and she held her hand up for you to do a spin in return.

As you approached, you handed Albert his coffee. “Go ahead and dip the lady!” he replied with enthusiasm. She handed Albert her drink too and held out both hands to you.

In that moment, you were transported back to high school choir, when you had accidentally dropped your partner while practicing a dip. “Josh, you’re such an idiot,” she had complained as she hopped off the ground, rolling her eyes. She had grabbed your hands and placed them where they were supposed to go. “If you could just grow a couple of inches and get a little stronger, we may actually be able to do this,” she had huffed, moving your feet with hers to square your position.

 You were zapped back to the present as she took your hands in hers, pulling you to her. Gently and slowly, you dipped her backwards, your arm pressed into the small of her back as she trusted you to help support her. Your eyes locked onto each other as you both took a deep breath, stretching just the slightest bit more. And, just like that, it was over as you both returned to standing positions. Albert adjusted his hold on the drinks and clapped for a moment, clearly delighted by this impromptu performance. “You should do that on one of your stages,” Albert said as he handed back her drink. “I don’t know if that’s really in the style of rock n’ roll, but Josh is a damn good dancer,” she replied, giving you a nudge as you headed back onto the bus.

  The last hour and a half of the drive was uneventful. You had sat and watched her work, enthralled with the speed of which her hands moved with never a stitch out of place. She had just moved to the sewing machine when the bus pulled into the hotel parking lot. Albert announced your arrival and you stood, gathering your stuff back into your backpack. “Are you coming?” you asked as she fastened the panels of the suit together with pins. “No, I’m going to finish this. Probably won’t take more than another fifteen to twenty minutes and then I can take a break tomorrow.”

You nodded and sat back down on the bench, pulling your phone out. She gave you a questioning look and you shrugged. “I’ll just wait until you’re done. It makes me a little nervous with you being out here alone, especially after the beer incident and everything people have been saying…” you said, stopping when you realized you’d spoken a bit too much.

She paused, stiffening before she turned her chair around to face you. “People are saying what?” she asked. She appeared calm and collected, although you were sure that, internally, she wasn’t. “Well, nothing new. Really. People are just trying to speculate about who you are and everything. Most of them have pieced together that you’re our designer, but people can never just be content with accepting the truth as an answer. And any threats are empty, just for attention” you replied, hoping she’d drop the topic.

“What does that mean? The truth part?” she inquired. “People are just jealous,” you replied. She sighed and continued. “If you don’t tell me what’s going on, I’m just going to go find out for myself.”  You couldn’t help but grimace at the thought of her reading some of the nasty things people had posted online. “I honestly don’t really even know. I’m not really into social media so…” you tried to cover. She shot you a look. “You’re a lousy liar, Josh. Well, I believe that you’re not into social media. That’s not a lie. I do have an inkling that you know what people are saying though. I know Jake sees everything and neither of you are good at keeping things to yourselves.”

You thought for a minute, desperate for a way to shield her. “Look, if you really want to know, ask Jake. He can find that stuff better than I can.” She nodded and luckily turned back towards her work. She started to sew the panels of the suit together, illuminating her workspace with a light that she pulled down close to view the needle as it moved through the fabric with mechanical precision.

She paused after a moment, not turning away from her work as she made her next statement. “Josh, it’s going to bother me all night if you don’t at least give me a gist of what’s going on with social media.” She spoke quietly, adjusting the pins in the fabric as she worked. You flipped over your phone and quickly texted your brother before replying.

You: Come help.

Jake: With…?

You: She’s asking about the stuff online. I don’t know what to tell her- you saw all of it.

Jake: Coming

“Look, Jake is coming back down, he will explain things,” you replied, looking up to see her looking at you. She had turned back around, the finished suit draped over her lap. She sat, hunched, as she peered at you. Her face, to most people, would read as tired, quiet, calm. But you could see through that front- she was scared.

You felt bad- she had gotten sucked into this world at your bequest. All of the beauty and the artistry was being overshadowed by the webs of speculation spun by bullies.

Jake boarded the bus a moment later, sauntering down the aisle of the bus casually. “Just got news that Emily had all her main test results came back normal, but she was dehydrated and exhausted. She and Ava are going to spend the night at the hotel and then drive up to join us tomorrow. Josh, we will need to have a meeting about how we are going to move forward- I think we either need to hire her a full-time assistant or put her on leave so she can focus on staying healthy and stress-free.”

Jake sat next to you, reclining back into the bench. “But that’s not what you needed me for,” Jake said, glancing at you and trying to get a read on the situation as she turned to lay the jacket on the table. You communicated as much as you could, trying to stress that you were worried about her.

“Jake, could you try this on really quickly while you let me know who has it out for me? Please?” she asked with a tight smile. He gave her a warmer smile in return as he stood and stripped off his shirt, carefully pulling the jacket on as he talked.

“There really isn’t much to know. Some people have put two and two together about how you’ve been seen carrying outfits and such and have deduced you’re our wardrobe curator. We really do have some smart fans, they have been known to crack codes and such behind some of our stuff and…” Jake trailed off, excited when talking about social media and the cryptic things that have happened. He spoke slower than you did, enunciating each word more heavily. 

“Jake,” you redirected, something that he typically had to do for you. “Yes, well, they think you and Danny are a thing and that you’re a groupie, but that’s obviously irrelevant,” he finished sliding on the jacket and she moved to check something on the side. “…and the threats were about throwing the beer, which did happen, so security is aware, and we will be on a bit more of a lockdown. Look, they talked about shaving your hair off, but I really think that was a joke,” Jake finished with a shrug.

She finished adjusting Jake’s suit and stepped back, gesturing for him to spin. He spun slowly, allowing her to take in the details. “Feel good?” she asked, and he nodded. “Perfect, it can come off then,” she said before sitting back down at her workstation. You and Jake waited for her response to what he’d told her.

“I feel like I’d look pretty hardcore with a shaved head,” she said with a shrug. “Do people hate me because they think I’m with Danny? Or…?” Jake nodded his head as he hung the jacket up. “I think so. I feel like they don’t know who exactly you are either, which fuels the rumors,” Jake replied. 

“Could be worse. Josh made it seem like there was a hit out on me for doing purple for the South Carolina show or something,” she joked. There she is. You and Jake laughed. “No, but I feel like we should do something to solidify who you are and your role,” Jake said. “Yes, give you some recognition too,” you added with a nod. “Like what?” she asked and you both shrugged. “We will figure it out though,” Jake replied with a smile.

The three of you walked into the hotel, you and Jake waiting for her as she went to collect her room key from the front desk. “What’s up with you?” Jake asked quietly. You gave him a confused look and he elaborated. “You could’ve easily told her that information yourself.” You shrugged and began to think up an answer but didn’t have time to respond. “Ready?” she asked you both as she returned. Both of you nodded and followed her towards the elevators.

You and Jake dropped her off at her room, making sure she was settled before heading down the hall to your own room. Jake sat on the bed closest to you, always letting you take the bed closest to the window. You began to lay out your suitcase, working quickly and quietly as you felt Jake’s eyes on you.

“Josh.” His voice was soft but strong. He didn’t seem mad, more concerned.

“Hmm?” you hummed, hoping he had something minor to ponder about or ask.

“You need to be honest with me please”, he said quietly.

You turned to face him. Sure enough, he wasn’t angry, just concerned. Maybe a little irritated, but nothing extreme. You’d seen him mad, and this wasn’t it.

You knew you needed to be honest, but to what degree?

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writer's note: just a gentle reminder that everything I write is completely and utterly fiction

much love to my forever editor: @joshs-jonch

taglist: @eyelinerjake @radmads-gvf @gretavansara @everyglowinthetwilightknows

[thequietmanno1]

Thelreads, MHA 272, Replies Part 2

1) “HOLY SHIT THANK GOD GRAN TORINO WAS PAYING ATTENTION, BECAUSE MIC WOULDN`T EVEN GOT A CHANCE TO TRY TO RUN AWAY

FUCK MAN THAT WAS TOO CLOSE”- No warning, no means to fight back, nothing to do but flee and cower before absolute power. This is not a fight, this is a slaughter, and it will not cease until there is nothing left to target. 2) “Now, whatever it was that was on those flasks is not important.

There is no need to store quirks for later use

The one to End it all doesn`t need those pointless things, he already has everything he needs.”-A point to differentiate AFO and Tomura. AFO would have tried to preserve the Quirks and the power they possessed whilst destroying the heroes, possibly holding back the more destructive powers he had, just because they would have been something he’d have wanted to possess. Tomura doesn’t care for potential power, only what he has and how much he needs to achieve his ambitions in combat presently. 3) “Now everyone that can fly, please help the person to your right not being disintegrated if you please “- He couldn’t fly, but Crust did his part to stop Aizawa being disintegrated, even to his personal detriment. 4) “ALSO FUCKINGHELL WHOGR ABBBED AIZAWA FUCK OFF LET MY MAN GO HENEEDS TO SEE HIS DAUGHTER”- The High-End was already being disintegrated by Decay, so there was no way it could be saved or dragged to safety. It just wanted to take somebody else down with it in its last moment, an act of pure spite against its enemies, but at least that meant Crust was able to make his last actions a heroic one.    (MHA ch 261) 5) “And then next page it`s him lying dead on the ground.

Alright, he probably will survive this, but it would be hilariously dark if this was the case, I tell you that.”- Completely hilarious. Side-splitting, you could say, along with everything else about him splitting into pieces….

  (MHA ch 261)

6) “Alright, maybe the Nomu does know his name. Sue me. It won`t change a fact, his name is now set in stone in my brain, I will never recall what`s supposed to be his actual name.”- I wonder if this got it stuck in there…    (MHA ch 262) 7) “okay, so it can expand apparently. And that guy there- what was his name again- Crush? Crust. I like Crush better, makes it a possible foreshadowing of what fate he shall have- anyway, Crush there is holding him back, which might be how he will end up getting his name after all.”-  I think ‘Crumble’ suits him better now.    (MHA ch 262) 8) “Now the true question is how strong those shields actually are, because they need to be able to keep a powerhouse like this from crushing all of you. Considering your rank, I hope the power of your quirk also be quite high.”- His shields are apparently very strong, but unfortunately, Tomurra’s Decay is a flat-out gamebreaker move. Strength, speed and defences all mean nothing against his ability to return everything to the void as fine particles so long as a single piece of contact is made to continue the spread.   (MHA ch 262) 9) “Don`t talk like that about yourself already Crush, you still have so many more panels before you go! Don`t cry, I`m pretty sure your death will be quick and painless, the Nomu will make sure you die before you`re as flat as a pancake.”- Quick, yes. Painless?... depends how much pain you can feel when your entire nervous system is disintegrating into dust. 10) “MIC THIS MOTHERFUCKER IS ABOUT TO START MONOLOGUING, JUST LET HIM GO, HE WANTS TO BE ONE WITH HIS MASTER

LET HIM TASTE THE RUIN HE HELPED BRING FORTH”- His role is now done, and all he can do it enjoy the ride wherever it takes him…but he’s certain that the destination won’t be a good one for the heroes, and that thought gives him so much joy. I honestly wonder if heroes did something to him in the past personally, because he seems to loathe them all equally almost as viscerally as Dabi, and if that all stems from AFO’s animosity with them and his immense loyalty to his master, then he’s clearly fanatically insane as well as being a mad scientist in general. 11) “YEP, THERE GOES THE HOSPITAL. HOPE EVERYONE GOT OUT IN TIME”- The civilians had a chance to maybe get some distance, but the heroes? Most defiantly not.

   (MHA ch 269) 12) “Oh, hey endeavor, it`s nice seeing you after that meeting 3-5 years prior. Tell me, did you ever killed pop or did you let Koichi do the honors? Well, it doesn`t matter, because jesus we`re gonna see some gory shit this chapter, won`t we?”- This chapter, this arc….the gore gets turned way up from this point forward. The villains ain’t playing nice, and neither is Horikoshi.   (MHA ch 262)

13) “Alright, that might take a little while I suppose… Y`all we have at least more five minutes before Namek explode, we can start running right now and we might get far enough to have hope of surviving before the initial wave of decay hit us when he wakes up.”- You were pretty much right on the money. Distance was about the only thing that saved those few heroes around the hospital who couldn’t easily fly. 14) “OH PIXIEBOB, I DON`T KNOW IF THROWING THE EARTH BACK IS GONNA STOP IT. THIS DECAY IS FAR MORE POWERFUL THAN IT EVER WAS

I FEAR IT MIGHT BE TOO LATE”- It might not stop it, but a thick barrier would give the Decay’s encroachment a slight delay that could be the difference between Life and Death for some…including possibly Pixiebob herself, if he’s trying to futily hold the life against the onrushing storm like that.

15) “HOLY CRAP. LAST TIME SHIGARAKI TOOK DOWN A FEW BLOCKS WITH HIS QUIRK

THIS TIME THE RANGE IS FAR BIGGER

I WORRY ABOUT HOW FAR IT CAN ACTUALLY GO

NOWHERE IS SAFE, THE END WALKS THE EARTH”- Last time, the limit that restrained him was the self-damage the Quirk did to him pushing it that hard. This time, that restriction is gone, so now we’ll all witnessing what happens when an unstoppable force just keeps going…. @thelreads

[kusundei]

he is the most gorgeous thing in the world to me i give up. im throwing in the towel im waving the flag. however i never put up a fight in the first place so i digress.

today was just. sooo. SOOOO. god. i knew id tweak today. knew last night and god i was truly tweaking all day but the tweak caused me to be in a calm (exhausted.) but calm mood. god hes just. the cutest thing ever i cant even. i dont understand how he likes me back and how he calls me cute when literally. look at you,,?(?? you attract all my attention. i look for you everywhere. i adore you. godforbid the other actors realize i see how they look at me (i might be crazy but i feel it. maybe thays the paranoia talking) but god seriously u r. so cute. u and ur suit. u when u stand next to me and cover the mic. u when u lay yoyr head on me. u when u get embarrassed and start tweaking (positive) im jjst so. enthralled by you. like genuinely. SERIOUSLY. the way u held my hand and i thought u were asking for the batteries cuz i got embarrassed. the way will was staring at us. JIST EVERYONE i feeeeel it. i just cant focus on anything im so distracted by you all the time i just want to stare at you forever. i cant explain jsut like how distracting you are i just. you r so. so. so. cute. everything you do. everything ab you i just adore. your smell has latched onto me and its making me crazy. GODDD its always the smell its just. i cant with you.

i should be locked in for ap sem. but i cant you jist. take up my everything. its the way my mom is telling me to go fuck myself as per usual in terms of getting a ride for the next few days but believe me. iwill. be there. i dont care if i walk the 45 minutes in the dark and my mom lashes me if it means i getto spend more time with you. hell even just being there and watching him i am. goddd. id sacrifice anything just for one more second with you. ill fail my class. ill change my schedules. maybe the expiredfood im eating rn is aiding in my delusion and such but god i am just. i am calm. and i miss you. and. i . just cant. im sooo. sososo in love with you and everything you do i will repeat it forever because it is so true and real to me. holding ur hand. the way u CARESSED MY HAND and it almost drove me insane. the way you looked at me but i know i look at you the same way. just being able to stand next to you . everything. i cherish every moment i get with you genuinely i am just. so. so happy with you. i get so nervous but you make me so happy and god honestly i love helping w the play sorry. its just like. if only this week wasnt so stressful id be having the best time of my life but dojt get me wrong i still am. im spending time with you and thats whats important to me you r just. so cute. god forbid the suittt i cant STOP. god forbid i get freaky and mention you taking it off in front of me but i just amkm. ughh. u drive me crazy. i just. want to smother you. but i am cringe. GODDD im in love with you. genuinely. i love you. so. so. soooo. much. i will sacrifice everything for you these next few days i am. having so much fun with you.

[lucielxbe]

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐠𝐞𝐧. ♰⸝⸝

among the tabs filled with class notes, study material and academic journals; one of them was next gen season two’s auditions. it was surprisingly, truly. it lingered in luciel’s mind for days, enough for him to sign up for it. was it pure curiosity, or the desire to perform on stage? he wasn’t sure. it could be one of them, both or them, or something else — he won’t know. all he knows is that he has to pause a semester to prepare for the unknown future.

survival programs. how exciting.

maybe, he would feel something.

before luciel gets the message that he’s passed the first stage, he’s already prepared to wander into a new place.

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there was a time when he entered the scene of performances with the piano, so luciel wasn’t entirely unfamiliar with having cameras pointed towards him alongside countless pairs of eyes watching his every move. back then he gradually filled the air with liebesleid, love’s sorrow. in those four minutes of playing, he felt alive, as if his wings could take him to anywhere in the world. an unforgettable divine feeling that withered the moment it bloomed.

luciel finds it comedic, because this time he’s decided to sing black sorrow in sixty seconds. yet another piece with ‘sorrow’ in its title.

he introduces himself first. he didn’t seemed to be the most confident nor charismatic individual amongst the others, but he spoke comfortably, as if there wasn’t any weight on his shoulders. he’s also made sure to present a lovely, charming smile on his face all the while.

in no time, luciel stands still in front of the mic, taking a deep breath with his eyes closed. the music begins. his hands goes around behind the mic, clasping them as if in a prayer while holding it. when he starts singing, only then did he gaze at his audience, and the atmosphere around him shifts into a sombre mood.

he starts off a little hoarse but picks himself back up quickly after. all the while there’s a little smile on his face as he attempts to convey a sentimental story through his vocals.

towards the end, for a brief moment — his smile cracks into desperation, all for the world to see,

"to me, you are my black sorrow."

his right hand reaches out and points to the sky. the story ends in sixty seconds. luciel gives a bow to conclude as he awaits the next segment, as if the emotions from before vanished without a trace.

while he expected a qna section of sorts, he was still surprised by random questions that came to him.

what would you do if you won ₩1,000,000,000 (~$750,000) in the lotto?

luciel was a little speechless at this, of all questions — they went with this for him? money has never been a problem for him, and honestly he would be cheeky and talk about how he doesn’t needs to win the lotto to get that amount… but he shouldn’t, he’s in front of a camera, and he knows what not to say. “charity. donations for orphanages, animal shelters and the like.” it was a really generic answer, but he meant it.

what was the first thing you thought about when you woke up this morning?

he thinks for a while before looking at the camera. “i need my coffee… that’s it. i drink a lot of coffee, and i often brew them for myself. i have a barista license too.”

what two things do you consider yourself to be very bad at?

“i’m perfect at everything, is there anything i’m bad at?” a laugh comes right after, clearly looking like he was making a fun joke. “i’m bad at handling the cold, i get sick often during the winter. i just don’t like the cold. i’m also not great at taking selcas, i could be harsh on myself but i always feel like something’s wrong with them… do i need to take classes for that?”

what style of music/performance suits you best and why?

after all those random questions, one about music finally came. “i grew up playing classical instruments and listening to them, i even used to participate in a piano competition. classical music conveys dramatic emotional stories that comes from the heart, it’s like poetry in the form of music. so i believe that kind of genre suits me,” he takes a pause before continuing. “but of course, i want to show other sides of me that isn’t from that scene and experience unfamiliar genres like rock, and that’s why i’m here.”

luciel soon realises he’s come to the last segment of showing off a unique skill. “it wasn’t for long, but for a while i learned waacking,” he says shyly, but he knows it’s not what people would expect to hear after all that talk about classical music. so naturally, the judges plays music for him to freestyle with. he performs his intricate arm movements to the beat of the music, incorporating some tutting into it. he manages to finish it off cleanly, even adding a blow kiss at the very end for a bit of fanservice. that earned some cheers.

it was his first time showcasing a variety of his skills in such a short time, so luciel wonders if he’s left a deep impression on the judges with the minimal time he had. at the back of his mind, he thought of what would his parents say if they watched his audition.

he wonders if he could have impress them, as he did with the audience before him.

luciel swiftly buries those thoughts away.

[itswavelengths]

Overwatch 2 Is Asking Too Much Of Me

I'll admit: I wasn't really keeping an eye on the Overwatch 2 launch situation over the past few months. The reason I'd not been keeping an eye it is that, simply put, Activision Blizzard is a nightmare company and I didn't want to waste my time or energy thinking about it. What I had absorbed through osmosis before yesterday was that the game was originally planned to include a split focus on improving the already-stellar competitive multiplayer while also introducing a new suite of cooperative modes in an attempt to bring in new players who might not want to get yelled at over the mic by wannabe pros. In a sense, Overwatch 2 was to be something more similar to Destiny than its predecessor — an all encompassing game for all kinds of players — which is a tall order requiring mountains of effort and money, all of which Activision Blizzard hypothetically had access to (including literally owning Bungie / Destiny while they spun up development). I also knew the game launching yesterday would not be including the cooperative element and would instead be a pared down release, only featuring the newly updated multiplayer with a few additional playable characters and an updated monetization system.

Well, dear reader, I have played Overwatch 2. And honestly, I'm having a good time with it despite the icky feeling I get every time the Blizzard logo pops up on my screen. And every time the game prompts me to get the battle pass. And every time a challenge completion popup tells me I've earned enough in-game currency to maybe buy a cool cosmetic in eight to ten months if I can keep this pace up. I think this switch from a game riddled with loot boxes to a free-to-play game honing in on a seasonal battle pass is really the biggest takeaway here, because it shifts the entire focus of play as much as it does the business model of those making it.

I've done a bit of digging in the more hive-mindy parts of the internet and the prevailing sense in the Overwatch community is that the loot boxes were better than the current monetization path. As of this writing there is literally a post towards the top of the Overwatch subreddit with the title "I miss loot boxes" which is frankly wild as hell. The truth is that loot boxes were predatory and problematic enough to literally get outlawed by multiple governments around the world. It is also simultaneously true that the loot box model rewarded players with cosmetics on a semi-regular (but still infrequent) basis. By moving to a freemium battle pass model, the best rewards possible are now locked behind paid tiers of the pass while smaller, free rewards are scarce and uninteresting.

With loot boxes, the focus of playing Overwatch was getting better and climbing ranks — just continuing to play in this way would occasionally grant you items that may or may not be rewarding. The focus of Overwatch 2 is climbing battle pass tiers, which means players will be railroaded into completing daily / weekly / monthly / event challenges possibly antithetical to their play-styles or desires in an attempt to min-max cosmetic unlocks before they disappear forever. Both models are predatory and troublesome for different reasons, but I guess it’s not so shocking to see people putting on rose-tinted glasses in regards to a monetization system they once hated given the new path is so withholding by comparison. Generally speaking: When a battle pass season launches, players can make a judgement immediately by seeing the reward tiers if it’ll be “worth it” to purchase or not. Loot boxes allowed for the entire item pool to exist in the possibility space of rewards which was more exciting — but also more alluring to those with a hard time avoiding falling into the gambling-adjacent side of the model.

The overarching problem here is that Overwatch 2 needed to prove more to its returning playerbase¹, and the (admittedly still great) multiplayer from 2016 will feel largely unchanged to casual fans. The takeaway, then, is that Overwatch 2 is more a fun dip into a nostalgia pool than it is a game reclaiming its rightful spot at the top of the hero-based shooter genre. Again: I'm having a great time jumping into the solo-queue and exploring all of the characters that have been added since I last played². Changing teams from six players to five is welcome, and the more aggressive play is a joy — but it still feels distinctly similar to a game I already decided to leave behind years ago. So all I'm left with is a battle pass asking me to make this game my full-time hobby, but I've picked up a lot of those since 2016. If anything, I'm trying to drop some instead of adding more.

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¹ I didn't even get into how Blizzard now makes you link a phone number to your Battlenet account but specifically disallows pre-paid phone plans. I’m sure the intention here was to prevent people from setting up fake accounts for cheating or other nefarious reasons but it is also creating a literal economic barrier to entry for a “free” to play game. Even people who purchased the launch bundle can’t play if they’re on a pre-paid plan. It's literally classist, and is going to cost Blizzard a lot of returning and potential players.

² Even going back to the original release of Overwatch, Pharah has always been my go-to character. She'd had ups and downs in the time I was actively playing the first game, but she absolutely rules in Overwatch 2. I've been trying to experiment more with tanks and supports (I also used to main Lucio), and truly haven't found a hero I dislike playing as yet. Everyone feels awesome, and that's remarkable.