Aizawa: This Is A Mistake.

This fanfic I’m never going to write is really damn good.

kaminari: 🎶 i want to see my little boy 🎶

kirishima, carrying a feral bakugou by the armpits: HERE HE COMES

#some things never change

ok last one i'm okay i promise

Just re-watched Civil War

And had a very sad realization (shocking? Not a bit)

Mid-fight with Steve, FRIDAY says “You can’t beat him hand-to-hand,” and Tony replies, “Analyze his fight pattern.” And then we actually *see* FRIDAY run the analysis in real-time. I’m talking:

Analysis of Steve’s fighting form and the shield,

an in-depth scan of the suit, and finally

Analysis of the literal impact force of Steve’s hits. 

You could read into this in a lot of different ways. But I’ll tell you what it meant to me. 

It meant that in every interaction Tony could conceive of with Steve, in every contingency Tony ever thought through, in thousands of possibilities Tony Stark never once thought he’d have to fight Steve Rogers. Not seriously.

He didn’t have a plan for it. He didn’t have a preset protocol for FRIDAY to call up. Not even close.

Because ready-for-everything-always Tony Stark — the creator of the Iron Legion; the maker of Veronica and the Hulkbuster; the guy who installed an instant kill mode in Peter’s suit; the guy who slept with his suit at his beck and call every night for months; the guy who has been thinking about Thanos since before he could put a name to the imminent threat he foresaw; Tony my-middle-name-should-be-paranoid (with good reason) Stark — never once considered that he’d be up against Steve Rogers. 

I think that’s heartbreaking. And it says a hell of a lot. 

Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU

Soulmates are rare. They’re rarer than even being quirkless, and it’s said that anyone blessed with the soulmate gene was practically guaranteed a happy life.

When you were younger, the doctor’s told you that you possessed the soul mate gene, and ever since then you’ve been checking daily for a tattoo. You’re starting to lose hope when suddenly, the morning of your 20th birthday, it appears.

It sits just below your collarbone in scratchy black ink; a string of bold numbers and a messy box around them.

Your first thought is that it’s ugly. it’s a dreadfully ugly, ugly tattoo, and when you take another look, you’re even more sure that it can’t possibly be the real thing. There’s just no way that you’ve waited this long for your soulmate tattoo only for it to be a shitty phone number- but it is.

So, even though it’s ugly and you’re becoming increasingly convinced by the second that that must mean something has to be at least a little bit off with your soulmate, you suck it up. You text the number.

This decision blows back up in your face. Spectacularly.

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I can’t be the only who went StANd OuT AbOve the CrOwd 😎👍

The Cottage at the Edge of the Woods: Series Masterlist

Pairing: Geralt x reader (no Y/N)

Reader: Female, implied plus size but generally nondescript

Summary: When monsters are cruel and the Continent is crueller, Geralt knows he can always find a few days of peace with you, the gentle healer who lives in the cottage at the edge of the woods.

Updated: 1/2/22

This series is non-chronological and is made up of blurbs and one-shots about a pair of pining idiots and their friends. You’re always welcome to requests blurbs set in this universe!

Search #the cottage vibes on my blog for reblogs of quotes, gifs and more related to this series!

BLURBS

Meet Ciri

Geralt gets injured

Ciri’s first night

The bard

ONE SHOTS

In Sickness and in Health (bonus deleted scene)

not a single day has passed since twn2 that i don’t wish

geralt had protected jaskier with quen in that final battle

imagine it—jaskier scrambling for shelter as the table’s knocked askew, voleth meir has been besting and murdering witchers, he’s defenseless and terrified as she gears up for another blow—

and then geralt’s in his space

magic hums in the air. geralt groans with the effort of sustaining the shield. he has to get so close.

jaskier watches him, open-mouthed. overwhelmed with the pure fact of his longing, with his heartache, with how much he misses geralt protecting him, with how good it feels to have that protection again.

to be reminded that even now, geralt still wants to give it.

and then, before geralt returns to the fight, there’s a moment when he darts his concerned gaze down to jaskier. making sure he’s okay. reassuring him that no matter what, geralt will take care of him.

it would’ve taken 15 seconds, and it almost would’ve been enough for me