#run to the post office

[polyamquackity]

Normal day

[wasabi-gumdrop]

Kabru has a secret admirer in the castle!

[peglarpapers]

me at the pearly gates: heyyy god

god: okay so look it's really straightforward the one rule is you can never have read fanfiction where celebrated 1840s naval officer james fitzjames is tenderly forcibly feminised by his even more decorated naval superior francis rawdon moira crozier specifically wherein the latter's dick does not work because they are both in the middling stages of scurvy like that's the only thing

me: okay listen 🤦

[bamsara]

I can be your angle....or your debil....

small peak for a wips I finished last night that I'll post later today

[cheerioskid]

postmaster moon!!

insp by this leyendecker piece

[hypertechnica]

confession

[mamawasatesttube]

i just think lois lane should put tim drake in her purse like a little dog. a scrunkly little companion who's even better at picking locks than she is, which is saying something. a nosy little freak after her own heart. the rubber duck she uses when talking her thoughts out loud to put clues together. her coffee gofer. her purse ferret.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

world's most annoying man is not allowed outside due to his inability to shut up

[edorazzi]

It's Tintin Day again!!! ✨

A little delayed but hopefully worth the wait! Aro/ace Tintin vs slimy obsessive Sakharine my beloveds 💖

[thenewtitans60page22]

Something something inheritances

Jason, half dead with the league, still flipping the way Dick taught him

Tim throwing punches the way he learned watching Jason on shaky phone footage he obsessively watched as a kid

Damian smiling Dick’s robin smile, having learned it at Dicks side

[third-king-of-salmonids]

THUMBS CREATURE DREW ONE OF OUR COWORKERS IN BETWEEN BIG RUN ROUNDS

ITS LARRY FROM MANAGEMENT! HES…PRETTY UNREMARKABLE ACCTUALLY WHAT A WEIRD THING TO DRAW

[frecklystars]

- ̗̀˚₊· ♡ Smoke break 🚬 ☆ ˚₊· ̖́-

[tenebrous-dream]

the npcs in 3ot are so dramatic . calm down andrew

[whosname]

Here I am again.

[mikoshubofchaos]

okay but disregarding all the unreasonable hate this guy got when he released in crk can i just say he’s cool

Yes this is a Rebel Cookie appreciation post shut up kindly please

HE LOOKS SO MAD HERE I CANT

so chill.......

HIS H A T

certified cool guy i love him and i would be his bestie if i could <3

[shih-coulda-had-it]

totally reasonable development to the American Dream plan, don't even sweat it

(and the 24+ sentences i owe to the pollers)

Toshinori bounces on his heels, feeling lighter than air with the anticipation of tonight’s activities buzzing along his nerves. He’s dressed in a dark hooded sweatshirt, denim jeans, and the sneakers Gran Torino had bought specifically for their high-quality rubber soles.

And speaking of, Gran Torino should be up on the roofs somewhere…

The front door to the Midoriya apartment opens, and Izuku slips out after a hasty farewell to his mother, which is paired with a lackluster promise to stay safe. Toshinori manages a single jaunty wave before Izuku shuts it, and then his attention is turned to give Izuku’s outfit a critical once-over.

“You don’t have any other shoes?” Toshinori asks, contemplating the red hue of his successor’s sneakers. The rest of the clothes are appropriately sturdy and dark in palette.

“No? Sorry…”

“Eh, it should be fine. There shouldn’t be a lot of traffic up top anyway. Come on, let’s move!”

They make their way to the stairs, but to Izuku’s obvious confusion, Toshinori leads them further up.

“Yagi-san, you said that this was going to be a special Basic Physical Fitness Training session,” the kid says. “Can I ask… who thought of it? You, or Gran Torino?”

“Oh, this is totally my idea,” says Toshinori breezily. “I know the beach clean-up is the ultimate goal, and it’ll stay as your focus before high school, but I realized today that there are some experiences that you just can’t replicate as a holder of One for All! Experiences that even our Quirkless bodies can manage!”

They head higher. Izuku gets more nervous, but gamely follows Toshinori up the fire safety ladder.

On the roof, Gran Torino greets them with a curt, “Boys. This is the stupidest thing I can imagine for you two to do, in the stupidest place possible.” He’s sitting on the ledge, and as Toshinori requested, two lengths of steel pipes are leaned up next to him.

“Musutafu’s perfectly safe,” Toshinori counters. “And with you here, Gran Torino, there’s minimal risk of, well...”

“Falling to your deaths?”

Izuku squeaks. He quivers beside Toshinori, and when Toshinori glances down, Izuku is staring at the pipes, aghast. “What are we doing, Yagi-san?”

“We,” Toshinori says with great dignity, “are training in the great art of parkour. The pipes are insurance for safety, supposing we see real trouble that a pro-hero won’t get to in time.”

“Legally speaking, vigilantism,” Gran Torino interrupts.

“But we’re not going to get caught.”

“Which makes you juvenile delinquents.”

“Gran Torino,” Toshinori complains, feeling delightfully young and unburdened now that he’s gotten accustomed to Torino’s incredible, mellowed-out approach to training Izuku. What trauma? What spars? Toshinori at fifteen didn’t know anything about that, and Gran Torino at his current age looked nothing like the pro-hero who haunted the end of his high school career!

“I’m enabling you, aren’t I?” the old man shoots back. “Don’t I get to express my own opinions?”

“Is it really safe, though?” Izuku asks.

“Of course!” Toshinori picks up a pipe, hefts it, and tosses it over to Izuku, who catches it while wearing a thoroughly beleaguered expression. Then he grabs the other. “Listen, Midoriya-kun. If it’s really going to be a year until you get One for All, then the American Dream plan can afford to be a little flexible! You want to be a U.A. student, right?!”

“R-right!”

“Then we can’t just train your body!” he cries, lifting the pipe like a torch. “We’ve gotta train your willingness to get into a scrap!”

A little more wobbly, Izuku repeats, “R-right!” And because his successor is more polite, Izuku turns to Gran Torino and executes a little bow, adding, “Thank you for letting us do this, Gran Torino! And for keeping an eye on us!”

Torino sighs.