#sorry. unkicks him

[voidwelt]

i like to picture welt looking in a mirror in a bathroom a lot and just noticing things about himself. like, he is the worst at active self reflection, but he has to shave regularly. he has to contend with his reflection. . the fact he has changed. the fact he didn't succeed in heroically dying . several times.

it's just Something about him briefly Recognising the way things have affected him (I mean, even if his trauma started and ended on the 24th of November 1955, that's still his father and hero dying basically in front of him). power of the mirror

bc surrre he has the lived experience of the effect, He has lived through countless sleepless nights over eighty years of his own special brand of untreated PTSD. but it's the single moment of him noticing *Oh. I look tired.* that I really want to see .

shame he'd probably just shake it off the very next moment and try to go about his day because excessive inaction makes him feel stressed and restless(wonder why!)(it's the war trauma

Does this mean anything it's 3am

[freuleinanna]

tracked down

Characters: Travis Hackett, reader Chosen ending: The were!Hacketts are dead, the counselors gang might as well have lived Short summary: You were the extra counselor that summer, so you participated in the fun campy werewolf activities, and not without consequences. Silly something that jumped to my mind bc who wouldn't want Travis to track them down Words count: 1081

Tags: @sadclowncat (I'm SO sorry for mistag earlier!!), @sera-wonderland, @b33barlowsstuff, @imperfectjam (also, tagging those who wanted something w/ our man Travis or Travis x reader, all future stuff will be at (# anna writes the quarry))

(the gif is just to show the character, it's not this exact scene, but the message seems right tho)

You took one look at the badge – and bolted. Within a split of a second some regret managed to sink through. You should’ve made a goddamn poker face, but now it was too late for that. Now you just had to run.

The cop reacted like any good cop should, by starting the chase. Unlike any good cop, he didn’t shout any warnings, he just straight-up sprinted behind you. Like a Terminator. Unsurprisingly, being the 1st film Sarah Connor sucked ass. Only she lived to see a second film, and then some. You might not have this luxury.

The cop tackled you near the window while you were trying to jerk it open.

‘Going somewhere, haunts&curses2573?’

Your whole body froze for a moment. He knew. His voice wasn’t smug, though, just edgy. Tired, even. The cop held you face down on the floor but seemed to try not to hurt you. You held your head up as best you could.

‘Who the fuck are you?’ ‘Are you gonna run if I let you go?’ ‘What the fuck do you want?’ ‘Are you?!’ ‘I know my rights, okay?!’ now you were really panicking. ‘I know my fucking rights!’ ‘DO YOU WANNA TALK LIKE ADULTS OR DO I CUFF YOU TO A RADIATOR?!’ ‘GET THE FUCK OFF ME!’

You heard a grunt, then some cursing under the breath.

‘Cuffs it is, then.’

You felt the metal on your skin, and next thing you knew, you were facing the room, with the cuff link gleefully clanking against the radiator pipe and the cop carefully moved to a safe, unkickable distance. That’s the first time you saw him properly. Not exactly young, with a shade of stubble on the cheeks and chin. Slightly tilting his head to the side. He squatted, keeping his eyes on your level. Something about his whole figure was just… unnerving.

‘Please,’ your throat was suddenly parched and the voice came out harsh, ‘please … I don’t know what you want from me, okay?’

A slight annoyed eye-roll followed.

‘Yeah, that’s why you ran. Uh-huh.’ ‘I… I…’ ‘Quit the damn tune, Y/L/N’ he cut you off, slightly pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘I’ve had an awful coupl’a months chasing you down, but unlike you, I can do my job right.’

You yanked the cuff slightly, not actually hoping for anything. And nothing happened. What a surprise. You yanked some more just out of spite.

‘Happy now?’ cold, calm voice didn’t match the appearance one bit, but perfectly matched the prying eyes. ‘Wanna do some more running?’

You shook your head, drawing your legs closer to yourself.

‘Good, ‘cause you’re gonna SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND LISTEN!’ you jerked and the sudden rise of the voice. The cop… really, he looked irritated. And irritated cops are never a good story. Terminator 2 covered that as well. ‘Am I clear?’

You nodded. He sighed sympathetically.

‘Look, kid. My name is Travis Hackett,’ a meaningful pause. ‘Like the Hackett’s Quarry.’

And then it came together. Of course. Of-fucking-course. He was studying you, as if making sure you won’t suddenly decide to chew your arm off and run. You had half a heart to do just that.

‘…shit,’ that was all you could say. Not very eloquent, but very true. ‘Exactly,’ the cop nodded generously. ‘You’ve fucked up big time.’ ‘I didn’t do any-��� ‘Ah,’ he stopped you with a motion of his hand. ‘I suggest you shut up and really don’t piss me off now, because I really don’t wanna take out my gun. Especially, since it’s loaded with silver.’

Bastard knew it right away, from your eyes. Read your face like a note on the fridge. The uneasy tug pulled in your stomach. You were fucked. Absolutely fucked in a totally non-unfuckable goddamn way, but the stupid kid inside you still tried to wiggle their way out.

‘W-what does silver hav--’ ‘Did I not just say to NOT PISS ME OFF?!’

That’s what, a third strike? Thoughts ran around your brain in a sort of dancing fever. There was no way out for you. The only way was through, and it could just be that on the other side of the tunnel you’d be met by a silver bullet. Not on the full moon, but still… The Hackett cop seemed to have calmed down a notch. His brother, you remembered. His brother and the kids. They died that night. It’s a wonder the silver bullet didn’t come first. You suddenly felt really cold.

‘What do you want?’ you asked flatly. Trevor Hackett, or whatever his name was, was kind of staring you down. Full-on drama. ‘You figured it out, didn’t you, Y/N? When the moon came and you turned, you figured it out,’ he gave you a moment to chime in, and when you didn’t, finished darkly with a disapproving shake of the head. ‘The White Wolf is still alive. So you went and sent all those trinkets you found out there to that goddamn podcast, didn’t you? What were you hoping for? A crowd of werewolf-hunters who’d put him down for you?’

He was surprisingly accurate, that Trampy-whatever. Travis, it struck you, the name was Travis. Probably should remember that for later, if that later ever comes. It didn’t really seem like it, though.

‘That… was the plan, yeah,’ you mumbled awkwardly. ‘Well, congrats, mastermind. You created a fucking pilgrim path for every dumbass who ever wanted to snoop around and smell werewolf shit.’

His voice was dripping with sarcasm. A bit more, and the floor beneath would be a goner, burnt right down to the basement. That would’ve been fucking hilarious, only it wasn’t anywhere near funny.

‘Do you want to see the body count? Maybe the local town reports on rabid dogs? Hmm?’ ‘Alright, I get it, I fucked up,’ you snarked, not being able to take the blame-pushing anymore. ‘So what, you dragged your ass out here to shoot me? Cover for your fucked-up family once again? What the fuck do you want?’

The cop’s face changed. You didn’t understand how, exactly. It took you a few moments to catch up, but you got it just as he finished saying that next words. Then it beamed on you. He didn’t look angry anymore. He seemed regretful. As if he was sorry for something he was about to do.

‘Full moon’s in 10 days. I’m sorry, kid. I’m really sorry, but I’m gonna need your help to end this.’

[shyanshippingsociety]

Shyan Shipping Society Fic Promo - June 19 to June 26 2021

last week

listen ... the entire mod team are himbos i don't know what to tell you

June 19

How to Befriend the Monster in Your Closet by Golden4278 | G, 128K, incomplete

Ryan: Hi God, it's me again. I just moved to LA and I'm really lonely. I need someone to be my friend, someone who understands me. Maybe... you could send me an angel? Yeah! The nicest angel you have.

Demon Shane: *LAUGHS MANIACALLY*

June 20

Gumdrop by Dippingmytoesindreams | T, 1.6K, complete

It’s Shane’s first Father’s Day in the Bergara Household and Ryan is determined to make it special. If only his daughter shares the same desire.

A Deal with a Vampire by Impala_Chick | T, 2.3K, complete

If the legend is true, there’s a vampire who escaped purgatory and fought off leviathans to do it. And he lives in New Orleans.

Shane sets up a meeting in order to protect Ryan. There's only one issue. Ryan doesn't know he's a demon.

June 21

To Unkick a Bucket by denimwrapped | T, 800, complete

Being a medical examiner exposes you to a lot of stuff, from the grisly to the sad to the downright strange. Of course, nothing there goes against the laws of science as we know them.

At least, not until Ryan Bergara comes along.

Indoor Boys by idkspookystuff | T, 5.2K, incomplete

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.”

“What?” Ryan asks, breathless.

“Melissa Joan Hart just followed me on Twitter,” Shane answers. "You know-"

“Sorry,” Ryan interrupts. “I just thought we were gonna have sex so.”

-

it's ryan's apartment that he's letting shane stay in for a bit while he looks for a place of his own. the only issue is that shane's hot and it's giving ryan a complex.

June 22

Gunhounds by Dippingmytoesindreams | M, 10K, complete

Big Apple Steve is back in town

June 23

A Trophy Father’s Trophy Son by JackiIDK912 | E, 10K, incomplete

“Detective C.C. Tinsley speaking.”

“Detective, I want you to be completely honest with me.”

��Who is this?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, but first off I need you to confirm something for me. Is it true what they've said about you?" ---- Or: Tinsley is hired to find a notorious mobster's missing father.

Bingo Collection! by Dippingmytoesindreams | E, 3K, incomplete

My submissions for the SSS rare kink summer bingo collection.

June 25

test drive by Zhalia | E, 3.5K, complet

Ryan shrugs, but the crinkles around his eyes are undeniable, “‘S nothing. Just happy with you, man. This. Us.”

Shane smiles back, all teeth and eye crinkles. Today is a perfect day. He had pole position, then got the fastest lap and won the race. There was nothing more for him to win, and now he’s here with Ryan in his arms too. He circles his finger on Ryan’s hip. Before he says something embarrassing like I love you or I have never in my life felt this strongly for anyone, this love consumes my every thought and swirls around all of my senses, it’s encompassing every last bit of me and I wouldn’t want it any other way, he takes a breath.

Shane is euphoric about winning the French Grand Prix, Ryan is right there to celebrate with him

June 26

Liminal Spaces by szandor | T, 1.6K, complete

Ryan has to go to the Laundromat, but his luck runs out when the machine there breaks down… but is it so unlucky when someone as captivating as Shane comes through the door to fix the darn machine?

if you want to read some more fics, you can always check out our ao3 collection! see you soon, we hope!

[didthebcsticould-blog]

30 days of questions;; cassie lang;; batch 3

ten;;

if your character could choose a different identity, who would they pick?

she’d not really thought about it all that much, and was having difficulty with the question just now. it wasn’t that cassie didn’t have any imagination. she had waaaaay too much information. but this specific question stumped her. who else could she be?

the dungeon master was still trying to go over things with someone else. they were a bunch of newbies, and maybe this first session would just be character creating. cass already had a tonne of ideas, but she kept getting side-tracked by other things. just the idea of creating someone to play as opened up so many doors in her mind. seriously, the problem really was too much imagination. forgetting the game, just for a moment, her mind was wandering to what else she could picture herself as because the question stumped her.

she was everything she wanted to be - wasn’t she? i mean, cass wasn’t perfect. and she knew that. too stubborn, too emotional (so quick to anger), a major procrastinator.... but she was a freaking hero, and she had a family that loved her, and she liked being a student and-- what else could she be?

maybe she’d like to explore. yeah. if she wasn’t so hellbent on being a student, on showing she had some of her mother and fathers brains and proving she was smart she’d maybe have gone exploring. cass loved uni life, but exploring? that’d be so awesome. (and hey, her dungeons character should totally be an explorer? did this world have an indiana jones/ cause if not indiana lang could work). maybe the identity she’d pick would be not to have one at all. to be free from everything so she could just go and explore all the different places. travel in jungles to meet people with lives vastly different from hers, travel to places where she could help out and give to those in need, explore deserts and cities and mountains! yeah. yeah, that’s what she’d do. hell, maybe even explore SPACE. there was a whole freaking galaxy out there.

“earth to lang, earth to lang-- hey! you’re drawing on the fucking sheet, cass!”

“huh?” cassie blinked, looking down at the sheet she was writing her stats on and then giving a sheepish grin. “shit. sorry. i got lost in my own mind for a moment. uh... i don’t suppose you have some more paper? an extra supply you brought for cassie emergencies?”

eleven;;

in what or whom is your character’s greatest faith in?

cassie believed in people. she was good at that. she just liked to see the best in people, and to believe that they were trying hard. that there was goodness inside everyone. or at least, she was MOSTLY good at that. if someone ever threatened her friends or family? yeah, that whole line of thought could momentarily disappear as anger took over. 

as she watched the news report eagerly, sitting forwards in her seat in a way that would make her step-father snap at her to sit back or else she’d ruin her damn eyes. the report was on (another) fight in the city, one her father had been involved in. 

cass believed in the young avengers, believed in their mission and what they could do. each of them had so many talents and abilities - but maybe it was their mutual stubbornness that really held them together. they were kick-ass, no butt left unkicked when the young avengers were about (wait, that maybe didn’t sound so good?). 

but her father. he was the one she believed in the most. and it wasn’t just belief he could save the day. it was a pure belief he could do anything. 

she listened intently as the news reporter described the attack, but then instead ignored them to focus on the images. it was clear the reporter was biased, and that they weren’t exactly huge fans of heroes. whatever. her dad had been amazing, and she just needed to see the pictures to make sure he was alright. she’d talked with him on the phone, but she still hadn’t yet been able to visit. 

she gave a sigh of relief as an aftermath image showed scott lang just fine and a bright grin spread on her features. OF COURSE he was alright. he always was. scott lang, his daughters hero from day one.  he was funny and he was smart, and they just loved each other. it wasn’t that cassie thought he could do EVERYTHING. she wasn’t stupid, and she wasn’t completely blinded by her love. she just believed that he would always be there, and just as importantly, that he would always try. he was A GOOD MAN. despite what some thought. if anyone could help her, in any situation, well then it was going to be her daddy.

she sat back in the chair, grin not quite left her features yet. the fight looked way more awesome from the video and images on the news that her dad had made it out to be. but then he’d been distracted on the phone. when they met up later in the week for milkshakes and burgers they could talk more, and she’d get the full story - with tonnes of puns, and impressions, and actions. it’d be better then, in person. it always was.

twelve;; 

what was the best thing in your character’s life?

“that’s a stupid question! i can’t just narrow it down to one thing. i mean, c’mon eli, what’s your best thing, huh?”

the question had aggravated her for a second - just a split second really, and then she’d calmed down. she let her arms fall back to her side after throwing them in the air, and actually began to consider the question. it was NONSENSE of course. like, honestly, how could she just specify one thing.

“i mean, being born was kind of awesome. i feel like my birth has really led to some of my greatest moments,” she joked, sending her friend a grin. the blonde ran her hand through her hair, her thoughtful expression coming into play (really, her look of concentration wasn’t so pretty - slightly scrunched up nose, slight frown, furrowed brow). she was really trying to come up with an answer.

“maybe the day i first got pym particles? my dad used them to stop me from-- y’know, dying and all. heart problems. that was maybe the best. course, i then went on to start stealing the particles. maybe the best day was the day i finally found out the stolen particles were doing something and could let me grow and shrink.” that had been AWESOME. both of those days. the first time she’d gotten pym particles so much fear and worry had been lifted from her, and she felt better knowing her parents were  slightly less worried for her too. but getting powers? what could beat that?

she gave a groan, reaching out and giving eli a light shove (not like a hard shove from her would move him anyways). “why d’you have to make me think so early in the fucking morning? c’mon eli, it’s too tough for me. i mean... what about meeting you? and kate? and the rest of the team, huh? that’s one of the best things too. i’m not a decisive person - at least not with these things. i’m gonna have to pass on this question.”

thirteen;; 

What was the worst thing in your character’s life?

“seriously? yesterday was the best, and now we’re onto the worst? what, couldn’t you think of anything else to ask me? you know i don’t like straining myself in the morning.” that wasn’t actually true, she was quite the morning person. just not the best at being decisive on these things. plus, why think about the WORST thing? eli just liked annoying her was all.

“i dunno. thinking my dad was dead? that was like-- i mean, it doesn’t get much worse than that right?” course he hadn’t been dead, and that had just been cassie’s imagination running away with her. just thrown in jail. again. that happened a fair bit. she always worried about her dad - he was as accident and trouble prone as she was. it was a lang family trait. 

“maybe the times i’ve nearly died. i don’t mean with you guys. i mean before. like... before before. when i’d never had any pym particles. i couldn’t do anything really. i wasn’t meant to strain my heart and you know what? EVERYTHING strains a persons heart. any excitement or fear or sheer joy. it sucked. there were a lot of times i was rushed to hospital as well. that was scary. maybe feeling so helpless. that was a bad thing. but come on! eli, you can’t make me think about all the bad stuff. can we go back to the best quesiton now? i don’t have an answer but it’s way better than this?”

she sent her friend a grin, strolling down the street with her morning coffee and a muffin. morning meet ups were always fun. the questions? not so much. she was still happy, but the question did get her thinking. she’d had some sucky moments. and maybe deciding on the worst things was easier than the best things. what she’d already mentioned were in her top three worst moments - in no particular order. and the third thing? 

a hand went absently to her cheek, the blonde thinking of the time her mother had slapped her. the hit hadn’t been too painful - but it had shocked her. it hadn’t helped with the resentment she’d always sorta had for her mother and step-father. she LOVED them, but kinda hated them too. and she remembered that slap clearly, and that they’d been arguing over her father. and his heroics, and his job, and him turning up to see cassie. they’d not always liked scott seeing her - but knew she’d just run to him if they tried to keep her away. yeah. that slap was nothing like any punch she’d taken from villains. but to come from her mother? ...yeah. yeah, that had made it a whole lot worse. and to have been hit because her mum didn’t like her speaking and saying things in a loving tone about her dad made it worse.

she shook her head, noticing eli giving her a questioning look. she smiled, pulled a silly face, and then said, “don’t stare. in polite company that’s considered fucking rude.”

[crazytwirlcurls]

Alright okay so I’m back at it again with the reaction posts, hopefully not procrastinating on them later on. Will maybe make them shorter and react a bit more to the point?? Idk we’ll see. Sorry that was a lie. This turned out long with discussions whoops. Anyway, this chapter (like every chapter for me lol) was enjoyable cause we now got to learn more about Mirio and his quirk and some familiar faces make their appearance again!

(BNHA chapter 124 spoilers under read more) 

Chapter begins with Todoroki being amazed at how Mirio was able to take out nearly half the class while Aizawa calls him out as to why he isn’t joining the rest, but our boy Todoroki is just like “I have no license though” and at first I thought this meant “Lmao hell no my ass will stay unkicked today, thanks” but then again this is Todoroki and he may really think he isn’t ready to fight with the rest cause he doesn’t have his license like them, but idk. Still a funny exchange between Aizawa and him haha! 

Anyway we go back to seeing a shirtless Mirio having taken out all the long range students and going for the short range now. I’m wondering how he knew who were long and short range though. Was he able to observe them all that well in such a short time? Dang. (Also HIS FACE HERE. HE’S GOT THAT SMUG POUT FACE GOING ON RIGHT NOW. Didn’t I just post a fanart with him slightly pouting, too? Coincidence??? I THINK yes it definitely was just that lmao) And so with Mirio coming for them, the rest of class 1-A is freaking the hell out and just flat out stating they can’t beat this guy. I too believe that sadly, but I hope they learn something outta this maybe. (Also that Mirio pose. Boy is BEEFED what the hell). And of course, Amajiki is judging them from a corner and comparing them to an amateur who doesn’t understand professionals. I mean, come on dude, give em a break they’re freshmen and still learning. 

But before Amajiki can finish his thought process, Izuku comes in motivating the rest to not worry about Mirio seeming invincible and instead try focusing on finding a way to beat him! And it looks like this had an impression on two of the Big Three ohohoh. And so Mirio goes in to attack...by falling right through the ground (BOY YOUR PANTS ARE GONE AGAIN). He makes his appearance right behind him and IZUKU FUCKING PREDICTED HE’D BE THERE !!! Mirio’s slightly surprised but doesn’t falter in attack and goes with an...eye poke? PSYCH! IT’S A PUNCH TO THE GUT! (Mirio’s really good at this holy dang!) It looked like it really hurt and he takes no time in going in for the rest of them with one hits as well OH MY GOD THEY ALL ARE DOWN TOO HOLY SHIT, MIRIO!! 

Amajiki here points out that Mirio has always been strong even as a kid (childhood friends??) and has yet to learn to go easy on people he fights. Guess no special treatment for anybody huh. Not sure if that’s a compliment in a way for the people he fights. Like basically him saying he doesn’t treat them lightly so he always goes all out no matter the person? Or does he just make it difficult for people to see if they are worthy of going head on with difficult obstacles that get in one’s way and overcome them like he did? Hmmmm. (Also that thumbs up panel with him saying “Power!” to the audience. Swoon//) 

And, oh my God this ridiculous boy in the next panel talking about his damn jewels and apologizing to the girls hrsdhjksdhf;;  AND HE HAS THE GALL TO STAND LOOKING CUTESY WITH HIS HANDS BEHIND HIM LIKE THAT. YOU STOP THAT RIGHT NOW. Anyway, he goes on to just kinda treat it like “Welp, that’s that!” while all the kiddos are just dead inside with those gut punches lmao it’s okay kids. Mirio asks (with his RIDICULOUSLY CUTE FACE I’M SO MAD YOU STOP THAT DAMMIT MY HEART) if his quirk was strong for them. All of them angrily agree and Mina wonders if he’s like Todoroki (having like two quirks in one. Also you can spot a little Todoroki being confused about being called a Hybrid lol)

Hadou is excited to let them know about Mirio’s quirk but Amajiki scolds Hadou a bit telling her it’s Mirio’s time to explain (This exchange was adorable omg). And we finally learn from Mirio the name of his quirk: Permeation! and that the teleporting like part is just a part of it. It’s still just one quirk. (Also this exchange with Mirio apologizing quickly to a sulking Hadou for not letting her explain was also adorable what the fuuuuck hrjsdhfjkh look at her tug on his gym uniform lol) And then that panel of Izuku asking about why he looks like he’s teleporting while writing in notes but has no notebook omfg I can’t handle this chapter anymore cause it’s got nice, cute moments pffft. 

And so Mirio explains, basically saying he’s able to go through anything and is shot outta the ground like a catapult cause of his mass and the ground’s mass so he’s able to look like he teleported, but he just positioned himself to be able to appear where he wants to be! Neat! Also, Mina just saying Mirio is basically a fucking video game glitch and pouting had me choking on my laughter hahah!! But anyway, then Mirio explains that it may seem strong but it actually is only because he made and then points out the downsides to having his quirk. When he uses his quirk, since he’s able to go through anything that literally means also light and oxygen and sound. He basically can’t see, hear, or breathe when using his quirk. This boy can fucking DIE dude oh my God reading this information made my heart do a flip at the thought of how scary this must have been for Mirio when he was just getting his quirk. Only feeling he’d feel is falling? Fuck I’d be scared shitless if I just woke up one day falling through the damn floorboards and losing all my senses oh God...

With that aside, he explains how his quirk requires learning set of movements to use it properly and relied on learning to predict from what he’s learned from previous experiences fighting others and having this internship with a pro so this really shows just how much he went through to perfect his use of this quirk wow. He finishes off his speech with basically explaining that he wanted to fight class 1-A to show his experience and show them they can also make their quirks strong by learning from the internships and to take advantage of this opportunity. Ojiro and Momo are pretty impressed with his speech and Momo breaks the fourth wall lol. 

And so this wraps up the Big Three’s presentation about internships, though Hadou points out why the heck her and Amajiki were even there in the first place. Amajiki is thankful he didn’t have to do anything though. Izuku impressed as well thinks about what Mirio said of his quirks having drawbacks but making the most of them from experiences. He’s seems to be inspired at how Mirio was able to work around to reach the top of U.A. Definitely was left with quite an impression. No wonder All Might was recommended by Nedzu to consider Mirio as a successor! Though it leaves me wondering: why didn’t All Might actually accept him? Was there something that didn’t sit right with All Might about Mirio or was it because he met Izuku right before he had the chance to get to know Mirio? Excited to see if this will be brought up later on and also if Izuku and Mirio will interact more in later chapters! (Also that panel with Mirio leaving and the sun shining on him. All Might paralleeeeeel anybody??)

Third years are leaving and Hadou is talking to Mirio, saying how impressive it was that nobody got hurt badly and this ridiculous boy goes on to almost saying how his jewels almost got hurt (HRJSDHJKSHJD STOP TALKING ABOUT YOUR FUCKING BALLS YOU DAMN IDIOT iloveyouthoughneverchangehahaha) but before he can go into more detail, Amajiki stops him to ask if any of the first years caught Mirio’s eye and impressed him and whaddya know, Izuku made him impressed for predicting his moves! Acknowledged by senpai lol. Then Mirio mentions a “Sir” and how Izuku might like him? Is this the Pro Hero Mirio trained under?? Ohhhh foreshadowing??? Will Izuku be under internship of the same guy who Mirio interned under? (Side note: Insert me tearing up a bit at that side to side panel of Mirio and Izuku. I LOVE THIS PANEL SO FUCKING MUCH OH GOD). 

And so we’re back to Class 1-A being back at the dorms and the girls are chatting about the internship while Bakugou FUCKING YELLS FOR TRASH AND DEMANDS FOR THAT TRASH TO BE GIVEN TO HIM HRJSDHSLK INTENSE GARBAGE BOY ASKS TO BE FED. DONATE YOUR TRASH. BAHAHAH!! Also Momo with her hair down is back! Ahh so pretty!!

Then next panel BAM LOOK WHOSE BACK IT’S GRANDPA, I mean, GRAN TORINO!! MISSED YOU OLD MAN! So Izuku is calling Torino to ask if he’s doing internships, but Torino shoots him down saying he’s too busy to take him for internship again and roasts Izuku while doing so. Looks like he’s with the police working on finding Shigaraki, look it’s Naomasa! :D (Squint// Why are you eavesdropping, that’s rude). But Izuku takes those insults and says that’s why he’ll do whatever he can do be number 1. Looks like that might have touched Torino about cause LOOK AT HIS SMILE AND THAT EYEBROW RAISE HRSDJHFSJDKF HE LOOKS ADORABLE. But anyway Torino wonders why Izuku doesn’t just ask All Might for someone he can intern under (Izuku says he apparently had to use his previous connection from the sports festival) and he says either way Torino knows nobody Izuku could train under and instead suggest All Might should introduce Izuku to his former sidekick. ALL MIGHT HAD A SIDEKICK. Okay, All Might. First you had a beautiful lady mentor that gave you OFA, then a previous canidate successor and now you had a sidekick?! IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE WE NEED TO FUCKING KNOW ABOUT YOU??? CAUSE YEAH WHAT THE FUCK. Unleeeeeeess this sidekick happened to be Mirio?? But is it even possible for a first year to train under a third year and that be considered internship? Maybe?? Idk but I NEED TO KNOW WHO THIS SIDEKICK IS NOW!!

And the next page had me a bit confused and I didn’t recognized it was Best Jeanist for like three seconds. Was Best Jeanist the sidekick?? I don’t think so... but then the next panel had someone calling him “Sir!”. HOLY SHIT. WAS THAT ONE PERSON WHO DID THE THEORY OF MIRIO BEING UNDER INTERNSHIP OF BEST JEANIST RIGHT??!! CAUSE IF THAT’S THE CASE, YOU HIT THE NAIL RIGHT ON THE HEAD GREAT JOB! 

HOLD UP. HOLD. UP. Sorry for scratching out the previous paragraph, but as I was typing I decided to search up an image of Best Jeanist and this guy looks nothing like him?? His hair is black and he’s wearing glasses. I am officially confused. I don’t know who this is. TELL ME I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE IDK IF THIS THIS IS BEST JEANIST YOU GUYS. 

With that aside, this person is informed about how that one bird guy, who is named here officially as Overhaul, has made contact with the League of Villains oh shit oh shit oh shit. Twice brought Overhaul over to Shigaraki!! Shigaraki has made his appearance once again!! And it ends with him have a sinister smile. 

Ohhhhh boy so much information, but dang it was GREAT!! I can’t wait to see how this is all gonna go down. So I guess the next arc will be a focus on internships, but with the villains also making their plans! It just keeps getting better and better and I can’t wait for more! 

[voltagekicks]

K but if you unkick him and say sorry he might go easy on you right

- you clearly don’t know him well enough, if anything knowing him he can easily get back into the tumblr blog he’s just choosing not to-