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A reminder that Thranduil’s mount used to actually exist.

Irish Elk

"The Irish elk (Megaloceros giganteus)[1][2] is an extinct species of deer in the genus Megaloceros and is one of the largest deer that ever lived. Its range extended across Eurasia, from Ireland to northern Asia and Africa. A related form is recorded from China during the Late Pleistocene.[3] The most recent remains of the species have been carbon dated to about 7,700 years ago in Siberia.[4] […] The Irish Elk stood about 2.1 metres (6.9 ft) tall at the shoulders carrying the largest antlers of any known cervid (a maximum of 3.65 m (12.0 ft) from tip to tip and weighing up to 40 kg (88 lb)). In body size, the Irish Elk matched the extant moose subspecies of Alaska (Alces alces gigas) as the largest known deer. The Irish Elk is estimated to have attained a total mass of 540–600 kg (1,190–1,320 lb), with large specimens having weighed 700 kg (1,500 lb) or more, roughly similar to the Alaskan Moose.[16][17][18] A significant collection of M. giganteus skeletons can be found at the Natural History Museum in Dublin.”

Photo taken by me, in the Natural History Museum of Dublin, summer of 2013.

“i want them to look at you” SHUT UP

requiem of the rose king is literally doomed yaoi oh my god

HELLO

they’re so hot ohmygod

Don't eat anything else - DC X DP

Using this prompt

Danny is sure that if it wasn't for his ghost side, he would have already died from malnutrition. Vlad, the monster he is, doesn't allow him to eat any meal without human meat. It's not that he isn't allowed vegetables, fruits, and animal byproducts, but every meal has human meat somehow. Vlad watches him with piercing eyes while he eats, making sure he doesn't avoid the meat.

He's gone days without eating just to avoid it, but eventually, he does have to eat. He has eaten human meat! He wonders if this is why Dan decided to renounce his human side.

Future Vlad had told him that Dan wanted to get rid of his ghost side due to his grief, but maybe Dan thought he would feel better about eating humans if he were a complete ghost. Danny could understand that, but he now knows it wouldn't work...

The Infinite Realms are full of different species, and the act of eating another species that's able to coexist with you in a society feels just as horrendous as cannibalism. Was finding this out what drove Dan mad?

He isn't getting much nutrition when he does eat either, not with him vomiting at least half the times he does. Not that Vlad cares about that;

"Ectoplasm will take care of your body while you stubbornness dies. I do think it would be easier for you if you just stopped being ridiculous and eat."

Ectoplasm and water are the only things he has free access too, and Danny hates how grateful he is for at least having that.

As if things couldn't be worse, he's also been forced to cook the meat. When he started learning how to cook with Tucker's mom, he never, never, would have imagined he would be using his abilities for this. He has grown numb to butchering human corpses…

Corpses are a frequent view in the kitchen. He's scared one day he'll recognize the face of one of them. Vlad knows it and uses to control him, telling him that if he doesn't behave, their next meal might be Tucker or Sam. He hates to admit how docile he's grown.

He hasn't seen Tucker, Sam, or anyone since the explosion in the lab took his family. Vlad doesn't allow him to leave the mansion for anything besides galas. He has him collared like a dog to prevent him from leaving. Except, his collar is a shock bracelet charged with blood blossoms that would inject into his wrist if he tries to escape.

He thought Vlad was bluffing and tried escaping once. His whole body felt like it was burning up in flames, and he wasn't able to move for a week. Vlad told him that next time, the dose would keep him in bed for a month. He hasn't tried escaping since.

He's still talking with them through chat. He doesn't know if Vlad knows, but he doesn't think he does; he told him his phone exploded with the lab. But he can't tell them anything. How could he? How is he supposed to tell them he has cooked humans? That he has eaten humans? That he has grown somewhat numb to it? He can't, and then he feels like he can't talk about anything else that is happening.

Today, as he serves the entrance dish to the first guests Vlad has had since he took Danny in, he forces a fake smile on his face. Inside, he feels a wave of nausea and dread as intense as the first time he was forced to eat human meat. The grotesque irony of presenting this dish, knowing what it contains, twists his stomach and makes his hands tremble ever so slightly.

They don't know. They have no idea that they're being served their own species. They don't know, and Danny is the one forced to make them eat their own kind.

The appetizer is a vegetable-based soup with barely any traces of meat, but the main dish features a full human fillet. The guilt and revulsion claw at his insides, nearly choking him. He has to at least stop them from eating that. He needs to get them out of here somehow. And maybe, just maybe, it’s time to try and put a stop to everything else. He can’t let this atrocity continue.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Tim didn't feel comfortable listening to Masters talk about how good the food would be, while Masters' heir served the appetizer with the fakest smile Tim had ever seen. The teen looked so clearly uncomfortable and scared around his guardian that it was hard to resist the urge to grab the boy and leave.

Masters had praised his godson’s cooking during the gala last week, all the while keeping a hand possessively on the teen’s shoulder. Tim didn't like how controlling it seemed, nor how the grip tightened when the teen mumbled quietly about his name being Danny. It was difficult to witness the entire interaction, especially as the teen appeared to fall into a state of complete dissociation afterward.

They were already planning to investigate Masters due to the suspicious nature of all his contracts, but after the gala, they had to shift their focus to helping the teen. They were fortunate that Masters had granted them easy access to his mansion with the invitation to try Danny's cooking.

They couldn't all go to Masters's and leave Gotham behind, so at the dinner, it was just Bruce, Cass, and Tim. Jason was also in the city because he refused to stay away from an obvious abuse case, but he wasn't allowed at the dinner. He would have attacked Masters just from seeing Danny’s uncomfortable stance under his hand during their greeting.

Masters had insisted that Danny serve the food since he had made it, and now Danny stood beside him, serving him the last plate of soup. Danny stumbled for a moment, and before Tim knew it, he was bathed in soup. Tim blinked, surprised at how the soup wasn’t as hot as he had expected, given the steam rising from the other plates.

"Daniel! What the hell are you doing!?"

Vlad exclaimed, standing up from his place, and the teen beside Tim paled.

“I—I am so sorry!” Danny apologized, using napkins to help clean off the soup, his hands slightly trembling. “Did you get burned?”

"No, no, don't worry about it. I'm okay."

"It isn't okay. Daniel, you ruined Mr. Drake's clothes!"

"Sorry... Let's- I think I have clothes that could fit you... So you could change?"

Oh, so that was why his soup wasn’t hot. Danny had poured it on him deliberately; he was trying to get him alone. Despite how scared Danny looked, it seems he still clung to the hope of escaping. Tim felt a surge of relief and determination. He was glad to see that Danny was looking for a way out, and this chance could be their opportunity to devise a plan.

"Thanks, I would appreciate that." he said as he stood from his sit. He saw how Masters was opening his mouth to say something, but Tim didn't want to risk loosing the opportunity. "Please, don't worry about it Masters, accidents happen, we'll be back in a moment."

Tim locked eyes with Bruce for just a second, a barely noticeable nod telling him Bruce trusted him to do this right. He then followed Danny through the mansion’s halls and up the stairs, noting that Danny’s bedroom was on the top floor. Danny kept his arms crossed, trying to make himself appear smaller.

"I'm really sorry Mr. Drake. I should have been more careful."

"It's okay really, and please, just call me Tim."

"Oh, um, thanks, but Vlad doesn't like nicknames... would- would it be okay to use Timothy instead?"

“… Yeah, sure.” It seemed Vlad controlled the way Danny was allowed to speak. “Would you mind if I call you Danny then?” Tim asked. He had been mentally referring to him as Danny since the gala and wanted to match that with his spoken words.

Danny shrank farther into himself, and Tim was about to retract his suggestion, but then a small smile appeared on Danny's face and he turned to look at Tim.

"Yeah, I would like that." Danny said in a hushed toned, and a hint of fears in his eyes. Like he was afraid to accept the suggestion.

Tim wondered if Masters had punished Danny for mumbling his preferred name at the gala. However, before he could dwell further on the types of punishments Masters might have used, Danny's eyes widened.

"Ancients, you even have soup on your hair-"

Despite Tim’s attempts to reassure him that everything was okay, Danny continued to apologize throughout the journey to his bedroom. Lamenting how foolish it had been to let the plate slip, and how he should have known better.

Danny’s constant self-reproach made Tim question whether he had misjudged the situation. Maybe it had been a genuine mistake. In theory, it wouldn't matter, because he got to talk alone with Danny either way, but he liked thinking that Danny was reaching out for their help.

Once in Danny's bedroom, Danny beelined to his closet to give Tim a change of clothes. Tim took the opportunity to look around. Danny's room was… impersonal. It was sophisticated and extravagant, like a room that would be featured in a magazine. Tim was sure Danny hadn't decided on the decor. He was surprised to see the bedroom had a large balcony connected to it. Maybe Masters trusted it was high enough for Danny not to attempt escaping through it?

"Would this outfit work for you?"

Danny was holding a suit similar to the one Masters had worn at a previous gala. Now that Tim paid attention to Danny's outfit, he noticed that Danny's clothes today were almost a smaller version of what Masters was wearing, with just enough differences to not be immediately recognized as the same. Thinking back to last weeks gala, their outfits were also similar. To what extent was Masters controlling Danny's life?

"Um... if you don't like it I can grab another one..."

Tim blinked, realizing he had just stared silently at Danny while he offered him the clothes.

"No, sorry, got lost in thoughts, I'm okay using those."

"Okay, I'm glad. Again, sorry for..." Danny motioned to Tims clothes "You can change in my bathroom over there." He pointed to a door beside the bed. "Maybe also take a shower?" Danny got a towel from his closet and offered it to Tim.

"Yeah a shower would be good." Tim said, taking clothes and the towel and entering the bathroom.

He'll talk with Danny once he was changed into clean clothes. If only to calm Danny's guilt about the incident.

Danny's bathroom was spacious, with a jacuzzi bathtub, a separate shower, and one of those popular bidet toilets. From an outside perspective it must look like Danny has anything he could want, but Tim knows better than anyone that money doesn't guaranty a good household. It's sad knowing that any CPS agent that did decide to look into this, would be easily push away by Masters money.

Once Tim had showered and changed clothes, he prepared to go back to the bedroom to talk to Danny, but before he did, a green glow from the corner of his eye caught his attention. Tim sucked a breath when he saw what it was. A syringe with traces of Lazarus waters and blood sat beside the sink.

"Timothy? Everything okay in there? Did the clothes don't fit?"

Tim took a photo of the syringe and sent it to the group chat with the caption, "We may have to add experimentation to Danny's abuse." After taking a sample, he decided to leave the syringe behind, considering the possibility that Masters might use the same syringe more than once and notice its disappearance. He really hoped to get Danny out of there that same day, but if they couldn't, he didn't want to make things more difficult for him.

"Everything is okay! I'll be out in a second."

Tim took one last look around while picking up his dirty clothes, just in case he found anything else. When he left the bathroom, Danny was waiting for him, shifting nervously from side to side. It was time to talk to him.

"Danny, look, I wanted to talk-"

"Ah, let me take your clothes! I'll make sure to clean them and get them back to you!" Danny interrupted him, grabbing his arm and shaking his head with a pleading look.

Tim looked incredulous at Danny for a second, before he realized what was happening and mouthed. "Your bedroom is bugged." He hadn't meant it as a question but Danny had nodded anyway. It was fucked up, Danny couldn't even talk confidently in his own bedroom?

"Right, thank you Danny. I would appreciate that. Perhaps we could take the opportunity to meet again in the future."

Danny gave him the look an adult might give a naive child when talking about an unreachable fantasy, and Tim couldn't help but frown at it. Did Danny believe that even seeing them again was too out of reach?

"That would be great, I'll talk with Vlad about the possibility."

Tim was going to say something else to try to reassure Danny that they would be able to meet, but Danny just handed him two pieces of paper. One was unfolded with text on it, and the other was folded into a small square, smaller than his pinky. He read the unfolded paper first.

- Don't eat anymore of the food. Pretend to have some sort of family emergency and leave, please. Read the other paper when you're far away. -

Tim looked at Danny with questioning wide eyes, but Danny just gave him another pleading look. Tim took a deep breath and took a photo to the paper and sent it to the group chat.

"Oh common, aren't you a little old to ask your guardian about every little meet up you have?" (Would you leave with us?)

Danny gives a nervous chuckle.

"Maybe, but after my family, Vlad tends to be really protective, you know?" He said while pointing to his bracelet.

Tim hadn't noticed how tick the bracelet was before. It was metallic, with a red liquid line in the middle.

"Shock bracelet?" He mouthed.

Danny nodded and then mouthed, "if I scape, it poisons me."

Tim pales a bit at that. They had underestimated how dangerous Masters was.

He motioned to his phone and took a photo of the bracelet after Danny nodded and sent to the group chat with the caption: "Shock bracelet with the capacity of poisoning Danny. We won't be able to get him out right now."

"We should probably go back with the others now."

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

Group chat

Coffee is my life: *Photo of the syringe*

Coffee is my life: We may have to add experimentation to Danny's abuse.

Death boy walking: Fuck!

Death boy walking: @ Adoption addict, we have to get the kid out of there now!

Bones? What bones?: Bruce is entertaining Masters with Cass at the moment little wing.

Bones? What bones?: I doubt he'll read this.

The blood son: There's no way that buffoon has any relation with grandfather. He's company does not follow any of the leagues morals.

Light & shadow: Maybe he found another Lazarus pit?

Light & shadow: They're supposedly naturally formed right? It shouldn't be that crazy for someone out of the league to have one.

Computer genius: It might not even be Lazarus waters. The tone is slightly off.

The blood son: It is possible that it is a different variation of dionesium.

Death boy walking: Who cares? He's injecting the kid with that thing!

Not Bruces kid: Hate to say it but the zombie is right, we can find what exactly when Danny is safe.

Coffee is my life: *Photo of paper with text*

Light & shadow: ????

Light & shadow: Is the food poisoned!?

Computer genius: Already told Bruce through comms to not eat anymore food.

Computer genius: If the food is poison it hasn't affected them yet.

Light & shadow: Do you guys have a way to deal with the poison there?

Bones? What bones?: Don't worry Bruce doesn't go anywhere without the poison antidote kit.

Death boy walking: Of course he doesn't. The paranoid bastard.

The blood son: It isn't paranoia if the danger is real Todd.

Computer genius: I'll call Bruce in 10 to pretend a family emergency.

Death boy walking: You are NOT going without Danny!

Bones? What bones?: Any possibility on taking Danny with you @ Coffee is my life?

Coffee is my life: *Photo of bracelet*

Coffee is my life: Shock bracelet with the capacity of poisoning Danny. We won't be able to get him out right now.

Not Bruces kid: WTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTFWTF

Not Bruces kid: Wasn't this a low stakes rescue???

Not Bruces kid: Why is this man coming up with plans in the big villain category?

Light & shadow: I'm scared of whatever is in "the other paper" that Danny gave Tim says.

Light & shadow: Wouldn't be surprised if Masters was connected with a trafficking ring.

Bones? What bones?: @ Death boy walking?

Bones? What bones?: You're too silent...

Bones? What bones?: Remember you won't be able to barge in without putting Danny in danger.

Death boy walking: I ALREADY KNOW THAT DICKFACE.

The blood son: Tt, don't be so surprise by the warning Todd.

The blood son: Your past actions have prove it necessary.

Death boy walking: Shut the fuck up demon brat. You're not one to talk.

... The blood son is writing ...

Light & shadow: Everyone have had their outburst of bad decisions.

Light & shadow: Can we go back to Danny?

Light & shadow: How likely do you think it is that he's a meta?

Light & shadow: Because, I think it's pretty high.

Not Bruces kid: Did you see something strange in him on the gala?

Light & shadow: No, but the bracelet are pretty similar to the meta-suppressors collars I've seen in the past.

Computer genius: I'm calling Bruce right now.

-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-

What the fuck is this a drawing what the fuck

Study of Daniel Craig for Belvedere Vodka

HOLY SHIT!!!!!

Good Luck, Babe!| THE AMAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS | Casino AU | Animation YT Link: https://youtu.be/nRHico09_ug

Casino Au by: @Selien_09

Just finished Life is Strange: The Dark Room.

Giving it all a break cos I am just so bloody emotionally unprepared for the ending.

Bruce is a good parent

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

I think Peter Pan (2003) did the best version of George Darling, especially with regards to the dual-casting tradition.

Not only did it let Jason show off his acting range but the explorations of masculinity were really fascinating to watch. George Darling is a nervous wreck who is constantly trying to prove himself as a 'proper' gentleman. "I must become a man that children fear and adults respect!" While he certainly scared the hell out of Wendy then, she still responded "Father? Brave?" to her mother's claims.

So, when Wendy goes to Neverland, she meets a man who is, as Jason Isaacs said, "strangely alluring yet repulsive at the same time, and looks like her dad". Captain Hook is the nightmare version of Wendy father. He's confident, he's aggressive, and he is a cruel, selfish asshole. But the sad thing is, he'd probably be more respected in Edwardian society than George.

Going back to George, when he finds out his kids are missing he literally sprints home out of pure fear and desperation to bring them back. He ran! That is a HUGE 'proper gentleman' no-no! Then when the kids do come home, he practically knocks himself out sprinting into the nursery and smashing his body against the door frame! He tries to put on the gentlemanly persona. Stiff upper lip, manly-man handshake, keep your emotions buried deep inside... but he can't do that. But that's a good thing! He breaks down, embraces his children, and their family is whole again. Rejecting Edwardian social norms was the right thing to do.

So, what I love about this version of George Darling and Captain Hook is how effectively they portray the best and worst forms of masculinity.

First kiss...

they are like a delicious and neverending soup its amazing i love them mein gott

theyve been paper mache'd

peters fav mlp is twilight and wade's is pinkie

spideypool and sasunaru playing uno

Real reason to dress in cool outfits: Giving your artist friends reference material

bobby 2 seconds after castlevania dlc release

thanks to @thoughtsofagremlin for the outfit reference. I gotta put everyone's favorite dead cells protagonist in funny clothes

alt version (black lineart)

Prompt idea: Danny has been attending Wayne family dinners for weeks now and he truly doesn’t know how he got this far

Danny has been without a home or a means to get food for a while because of either identity reveal gone bad or Dan timeline shenanigans. Either way he needs to eat. As a last ditch attempt Danny tries to attend/infiltrate a Wayne family dinner. He’s seen the Wayne kids around Gotham and he’s sure that he could look and act the part enough to get in the door and out with some bread rolls at least.

Was it his best idea? No.

But he sure as sugar ain’t firing on all cylinders rn.

And Bruce already has a gaggle of blue eyed, black haired children.

What’s one more?

Batfam of course notices immediately when a whole new kid shows up, grabs some miscellaneous pieces of food and then prattles off some excuse about “not being that hungry.” (Clearly a bald faced lie) And that they were “Going to the library to study for finals, bye Dad!”

1. No one skips out on family dinners. Even Jason was here.

2. Alfred sets the table for everyone ahead of time and the kid had no place to sit.

3. Nobody in this house studies anything beyond case files.

4. Nobody in this house calls Bruce Dad.

Danny thinks he is suffering from success. No matter where he is in Gotham someone picks him up and insists he’ll be late for family dinner which is unacceptable.

Alfred just wants to feed the boy.

The batkids are amused by his efforts to look as though he’s been here all along.

Bruce is drafting adoption papers as we speak.

Dl!Pearl because she's absolutely stunning and awesome and this costume took way too long to make but I think it slayed and I'm super proud of it:)

Also many thank to my awesome photographer you can find him on insta @ cosplaylounge

(And to all the amazing people that repost my silly posts and say sweet things ily all but I'm incapable of replying cuz I have no idea how this app works😭)

[Chapter 296: Hellish Hell]

I was just going to redraw the page but I have no self control

Of Love

Summary: Traitor!Mic tries to convince Aizawa to change sides. It goes as badly as everyone knew it would. Very self-indulgent.

Relationships: Erasermic however way you want to see it

—

Hizashi doesn’t regret what he did, but he sure as hell wished he hadn’t had to do it.

Aizawa sat in front of him, caged and shackled, while Hizashi stood before him, a free man.

That is, a free man under perhaps the cruelest ruler of Japan.

“Why didn’t you just listen to me?” Hizashi asked. Aizawa hasn’t spared him a single glance since he entered. No remorse. No horror. No anger. Nothing. Hizashi guessed that was what he deserved considering it was his actions that put Aizawa in that position in the first place.

When the silence dragged on for too long, Hizashi finally spoke again. “I had to do it. You were going to start a war you couldn’t win and you were going to get everyone else killed with you. I couldn’t watch you and the others drag those kids through a war and let them get killed. I had to do something.”

“Hm. So you sold them out to the one person who wants to destroy the world they want to protect?” Aizawa’s voice was still as dead and ruthless as ever.

“At least my way they’ll be able to live in that world.” Hizash answered back without hesitation. “He’s not going to hurt them. That was the deal. They’re going to have a life, Aizawa.”

“And what kind of life would that be, Yamada? He will never let them out of his sight and you know that. If any of them make one wrong move against, they’re dead. And you and I both know those kids will.” Aizawa said, finally glancing up at Hizashi with those dark piercing eyes.

If he imagined hard enough, Hizashi could almost make himself believe that it was just another normal Monday at the office and Aizawa was mad at him for playing his music too loud. That those eyes digging into his soul was because of affection, not this...not hatred. The hardest part of this whole traitor business wasn’t working for a madman. No.

It was being hated by the one person who knew him the most.

“Aizawa, that is why you need to come to this side,” Hizashi urged. “Those kids trust you. Whatever choice you make, they won’t be far behind. If you denounce the whole hero system now, then you live and they’ll follow you and they’ll live. Some other heroes have already done it. It’s better than being dead.”

Aizawa scoffed. “Was that your logic when you chose to betray us all?”

“I did it to save you, Aizawa.”

“And look where that’s gotten me.”

Hizashi doesn’t have time to respond before several men are rushing in. At the helm of all this was the man himself.

“All For One,” Aizawa growled, swiftly focusing all his attention on the evilest lord of all time, aka Hizashi’s new boss. “What have you done with the kids?”

“I’ve kept my word with your friend here. They’re alive and safe, rest assured,” All For One grinned and places a possessive hand on Hizashi’a shoulder. He doesn’t like it there. “I see your friend has still not taken your offer of freedom.”

Hizashi opened his mouth to speak, but Aizawa bested him to it. “No I have not. Next time don’t send a lackey to do your job.” The insult felt like salt on an open wound.

“Well,” All For One turned to Hizashi. “I told you he wouldn’t take the offer, and after everything you sacrificed to give it to him. What a waste.”

Aizawa looked up skeptically between the two of them, finally choosing to address Hizashi. “Yamada what is he talking about? What did you sacrifice?” The way he asked that, Hizashi had almost mistaken for concern, like he had been worried about Hizashi. But no. That couldn’t be. Not after everything.

“He didn’t tell you, Eraserhead? He’s given me his voice quirk in exchange for a chance to get you to change sides.” All For One laughed loudly and Hizashi was nearly sure he was using the stolen quirk for that. “You see, heroes that oppose me don’t get chances like this. They’re executed in front of a crowd, but Yamada has been so helpful that I allowed him this. And even if things didn’t go as planned, I promised him I would allow you the dignity of a non-public death.”

Aizawa’s eyes widened at the revelation. Whether it was because of Hizashi’s quirk being taken or the realization that many of their friends are dead, Hizashi didn’t really know. At the moment, he couldn’t even gather the courage to look directly at his friend anymore.

“I’m sorry, Yamada, but this is the end of the line for Eraserhead. You can say your finally goodbyes if you wish.” All For One encouraged, but doesn’t give them any privacy.

Hizashi racks his brain for any words. What was he supposed to say now? After everything, after years of friendship, after years of love, after committing the worst crime Hizashi has and will likely ever commit against the person he loved most, what can he say?

“I’ll take care of the kids, Aizawa. They won’t be hurt as long as I’m around.” It’s all Hizashi could think to say. It’s likely what Aizawa would want to hear in his last moments; that someone was going to watch out for his kids.

Aizawa doesn’t say a word and Hizashi can’t bring himself to even look at the man anymore. It hurt too much.

All For One pushes him aside, whatever quirk he was readying for the execution quickly coming to life at his finger tips. Hizashi doesn’t want to be here when it happens, but there’s no way he can leave. He won’t leave Aizawa. Not until the very end.

“Any last requests, Eraserhead?” All For One asks, arm raised and ready to fire.

“You,” Aizawa choked out, a sob barely hidden behind the voice. “You.”

What?

Why would he want All For One?

Curiosity gets the better of Hizashi and he finally looks up at his life long partner for what is perhaps the last time. It surprises him when he realizes, Shouta is looking at him.

“You.” He speaks again.

Oh.

Shouta wants...

He wants...

“You, Hizashi. I just want you.” He repeats with fondness and heartbreak and brokenness and a tear-stained face and that almost smile that makes Hizashi feel like he’s coming home. “I love you. I love you, Hizashi.”

The words don’t quite register completely. He knows, he knows Shouta loves him. And that’s all he can think about right now; the years of laughter, of training together, of patrol, of losses, of triumphs, of disasters, of surprise late night radio call-ins, of gifted sleeping bags, of jelly pouches, of cat videos, of...of...

Of love.

Shouta keeps his eyes on Hizashi and time slows. Shouta’s mouth turns into a melancholy smile. It doesn’t fit, not with the Shouta that Hizashi knows. It’s still the same face, still the same eye abs and dead eyes and stubble. But he’s accepted death, accepted that this is the end.

The last thing Shouta wanted him to know, wanted the world to know, was that he loved Hizashi.

And the next thing Hizashi knows, he’s taking that hit for Shouta before he can think better of it.

Loud motherfucker

Mic: "You think rupturing eardrums is all I can do? How about I start to damage your internal organs at a pitch you can’t hear. I have impeccable control of both my pitch and volume. What if I just decide today is the day I literally talk your ear off? Hmm? Or how about for once I actually let loose and take this directional speaker off and let real carnage rein. Takedown this entire building- this entire block around us.

Ya see I could do any of these things and worse-

and yet I chose to fucking whisper."

I think his casual hair should be chaotic too

It ya boi! If you're interested, here's the video for it.