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deathfavor · 4 months

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@ofsavior said: By the time Kazutora returns home, there’s already curry on the table and an odd particular ambience. It isn’t intentionally romantic, but Chifuyu’s dulled the lights in the dining room. Something small but intimate. Stepping from his place in the kitchen, he wipes his hands on a rag before discarding it to the counter. “Welcome home!” He greets, chipper and smiling. “Dinner’s already on the table since you hadn’t mentioned any plans. Happy Valentine’s Day, Kazutora-kun.” (Any timeline)

Kazutora hadn't even realized it was Valentine's day when he'd scheduled his routine hair touch up over a month and a half ago. He's rather thankful though that he has that appointment to touch up the roots and otherwise make sure it's healthy. Not because Kazutora had any plans for the evening. But he gets to enjoy his salon experience and not be one of the countless running around last minute. Another day wouldn't have mattered to Kazutora, but still. It gives him a little joy for the day.

Although he almost has a heart attack when he steps into the apartment and sees the dimmed lighting. Oh shit did Chifuyu have someone over? Or was getting ready to have someone over? Weird. He definitely didn't think Chifuyu wouldn't have said anything. But maybe he was busy and forgot. It could happen to anyone, or it was a last minute thing? At least it didn't look like the other person was here if that was the case. He might have died on the spot if that did happen. Kazutora lingers in the doorway, uncertain on whether he should enter or leave the abnormal situation.

Chifuyu's appearance has Kazutora lifting his head and he gives a tiny wave in response. " Thanks. Uh, am I interrupting something? " Kazutora asks before the question can eat him alive. But Chifuyu's continued remark makes it clear he isn't. That is a relief. It's also a bit perplexing, but he waves that aside. " Wow. Uh, yeah. No. No plans outside of - " Kazutora lifts a strand of his freshly done hair. " - the usual touch up and all. " He chuckles, finally fully stepping inside and closing the door behind him. His gaze still flicks around though like an animal taking in new surroundings, alert and cautiously curious. " Happy Valentine's day to you too. Thanks for making dinner. It smells good. "

Kazutora sets his keys to the side as he leaves his shoes by the front door before walking further inside. " Do you? Have plans I mean? For later in the evening? " He asks curiously. He steps into the kitchen to wash his hands before he moves back towards the table and his usual seat. " Sorry I didn't ask sooner, I probably should've. " It just hadn't really occurred to him until opening the front door.

#ofsavior #he almost had a heart attack #he wouldve been so embarrassed #᛭ — [IC] wounded tiger caught in mania's pit [KAZUTORA HANEMIYA]

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wrynrambles · 4 months

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Dick Grayson hands out ridiculous businesses cards for his side hustle: Hire Nightwing for Your Kids Birthday Party! He use to be an acrobat, so he's qualified.

Not a soul has put together the pieces yet, not even when he showed up in THE Nightwing costume. They all just think it's Dick Grayson, the acrobat, who is like... Unnaturally skilled at everything.

#his business card is a picture of him but with a fake #oversized mustache #he would endorse himself as Nightwing if Bruce would allow it #but he almost had a heart attack when he found out about his gigs #batfam #batfamily #batman #robin #dc #dick grayson #nightwing

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marvel-lous-guy · 7 months

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Peter: We've known each other for a long time, right? I think you've learned to respect me

Tony: Eh, maybe a little

Peter: Well, get ready to stop

#Tony actually respected Peter more after hearing what he wanted to say #Peter was on a school trip to Hells Kitchen #someone was being mugged so he went to help as spiderman #Daredevil was also around and went to help #Peter had never seen daredevil before so thought he was also trying to mug her #he beat the shit out of daredevil #then daredevil told him he was a good giy repeatedly #peter felt so bad and took his phone to call someone to get him #foggy arrived and took Matt to get changed (in a dumpster much to foggys dismay)#peter almost had a heart attack when he saw matt with glasses and a cane and realised he'd just beaten up a blind man #peter parker #tony stark #spiderman #marvel #ironman #irondad #incorrect peter parker #mcu #marvel cinematic universe

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superprofesh · 6 days

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The Five Times Colt Seavers Almost Kisses You (and the One Time He Does) — Part 1

Pairing: Colt Seavers x reader

Description: The first time Colt Seavers almost kisses you — on set, with lots of paint involved.

Rating: T

Word Count: 2.1k

Tag List: let me know if you want to join! :)

Author’s Note: This is part 1 of what I hope will be a six-part series, but it can be read as a stand-alone too. I am so obsessed with Colt right now that I can't even see straight, so just take this and do whatever you want with it!

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The first time Colt Seavers almost kisses you, you’re not sure it actually happened.

You’ve been on set for about two months now, and your job as set decorator for the biggest action thriller of the decade has ended up being way more challenging than you expected. Every day, it’s a new demand from the director — more realistic graffiti, more subtle light fixtures, more beat-up furniture. It’s going to look amazing, but you’re exhausted just thinking about another day of smearing grime on the set walls by hand.

The one bright spot of every day is Colt Seavers. He’s the best stuntman in Hollywood, so naturally he’s been recruited to perform stunts for almost every scene in the movie. Watching him get thrown against walls, riddled with bullets, and dropped from dizzying heights is heart-pounding for you, but nothing gets your heart pounding as hard as when he leans a little too close to you, so close you can see the dusty brown of his eyelashes against his soot-stained skin.

“Nice sign,” Colt quips, dropping onto the picnic table seat next to you. You’re hand-painting a bright-red Do Not Disturb sign for the next scene, and you barely manage to keep from smearing the paint when you whirl to face him. “Is it for your trailer door?”

You give him a mock glare, laughter slipping through the edges. “Very funny. It just so happens that you’ll be kicking this sign in half in tomorrow’s scene, so show a little respect.”

Colt’s eyes sparkle at your words, all his attention focused on you. He leans forward on one elbow, the other reaching up to ruffle the dust out of his hair. “Wow, a handmade prop just for me to kick in half?” He grins, inclining his head in a mock bow. “I’m honored.”

You can’t hide your return grin, or the blush rising under your skin at his close proximity. Colt always has this effect on you — never pushing the limits to make you uncomfortable, just taking up space with you in a way that steals your breath.

“What’s this?” you ask, using your free hand to tug on the shoulder of his fireproof vest. One side is seriously singed, close enough to his skin to set you to worrying.

Colt shrugs, flashing you a crooked smile that makes his left eye crinkle. “Little pyrotechnics mishap,” he informs you casually, brushing imaginary dust off his arm and onto you. You roll your eyes at him playfully. “Ray got a little overexcited with the stun grenades.”

“What?” You can’t keep the concern from slipping into your voice, even though you try to disguise it behind a joking tone. “You’re working with real stun grenades now?”

“Well, yeah,” he says, as if it should be obvious. “It’s only a stunt if it’s real, you know?”

You narrow your eyes, cocking your head to one side. “I think that’s the opposite of how it works, actually.”

Colt just laughs at that, the golden rays of the setting sun turning his tanned skin golden. His smile is warm and directed entirely at you, heating up the blush in your cheeks again. You turn your eyes back to your painting to keep from completely giving yourself away.

These past few months have been both paradise and torture for you. You thought you could hide your crush easily enough — it’s not like you haven’t done that before. But with Colt, it’s different. He sees through your stoic facades and teases out your laughter, searches for ways to make you smile even on your bad days. Whether it’s pulling a goofy face at you from his rig or remembering that you like sour cream in your soup, Colt has found some new way to surprise you every day that you’ve known him.

The thing is, you’re not sure if he’s actually interested in you or just being flirtatious. Misinterpreting the signals would be awkward and painful for you at this point, so you’ve decided that he’s just going to have to make the first move. You’re too old to play middle-school games with him.

Even if he does give you middle-school butterflies all over again.

You don’t realize that you’ve been lost in your thoughts until you notice that Colt has imperceptibly moved closer to your side, peering over your shoulder as you put the finishing touches on the purposely-sloppy sign.

“So I kick the sign in half tomorrow,” he says softly, his husky voice in your ear sending goosebumps over your skin. “What happens if we have to do another take?”

You risk a glance over your shoulder at him, letting a coy smile slip. “Do you really think this is the only one I’ve done?”

Colt just lifts his eyebrows at you and smiles, returning his eyes to the sign in your hands. Colt has a way of burning you up just with his gaze, and you can’t help breathing an inner sigh of relief every time he focuses his attention elsewhere. Concentrating on anything when he’s looking at you is impossible.

“You know, I could definitely give you some pointers on set design sometime,” he mutters, as if he’s genuinely musing on the thought. You know he’s warming up for a joke, so you let him continue, hiding your smile while he watches over your shoulder. “I have tons of experience in your department.”

“Oh, really?” You grab your black paint and begin the focused task of sprinkling the sign with the darker color for a realistic touch. Realism is the key to making memorable set designs, and you’ve mastered the technique.

“Mm-hmm.” You feel the murmur reverberate in his throat when he leans forward, resting his chin on your shoulder while you lightly dab your paintbrush in your paint bottle. Your heart skips at least three beats when you feel his hair tickling the side of your neck, his eyes still locked on the sign as if he’s studying it. Does he really not know what he’s doing to you, or is he doing it on purpose?

You try to keep your hands steady while you feel his chest rise and fall against your shoulder. Struggling to hide the tremor in your voice, you tease, “What could I improve about this piece, then? I can always use an expert opinion.”

He tilts his head to the side, his chin still resting on your shoulder. You can feel the bristly stubble on his cheeks now. It’s an oddly comforting sensation, one that forces every bit of your self-control to the brink in order to keep yourself from moving your face to the side and nuzzling your cheek against his. You feel his face move slightly as his mouth turns up into a smile.

“If you really want some advice…” he begins, lifting one hand up to trace the edge of your sign.

“Careful,” you warn him, “that’s wet paint.”

Colt doesn’t even get close to smudging your paint, but that doesn’t stop you from lifting your free hand to rest on his wrist, holding it in place while you set your paint bottle down. Colt stills at your touch, and your heart accelerates again at the gentle way his fingertips rest on the edge of your sign.

He lets the moment hang in the air between you for a moment, then comments, “I was just going to suggest a nice artist’s signature. See this big gap right here between Not and Disturb? Your name should go there in big red letters.” You’re already swatting his hand away playfully as his serious tone devolves into snickers. “Just like Bob Ross does on TV.”

“You are so ridiculous,” you laugh, glad to feel the tension slipping out of the atmosphere. Colt lifts his chin off your shoulder now, his hair brushing your earlobe as he does.

“No, it would look perfect,” he insists, his eyes sparkling as his smirk widens. “And then I can aim right for your name when I kick it in half tomorrow.”

He laughs out loud when you slam the sign down on the picnic table surface in mock irritation, your grin making your amusement at his joke obvious. The slam sends a few drops of the black paint from your brush flying up, spattering your jawline.

You reach for a dry rag nearby, still grinning as you prepare to respond, but Colt stops you with a hand on your arm. “Allow me,” he says seriously, placing your hand back into your lap and raising his other hand to the side of your face. You freeze in place, unprepared for the wave of emotion that washes over you when Colt touches the side of your jaw softly.

His eyes are still sparkling with humor, and you know he’s about to do something to make you laugh, but you can’t help the feeling that sweeps through your heart when you’re face to face with him, one of his hands holding yours on your lap and the other just beginning to cradle your face. It feels so gentle, so intimate, so right, and your heart aches as you realize that there is no going back from the feelings you’re developing for Colt Seavers.

He hesitates for a split second, his hand hoving on your jaw for practically no time at all, but it feels like a lifetime to you. You watch his dark blue eyes as they dart down to look at your lips, flitting back up just as quickly to latch onto your eyes with a stare that could melt diamonds.

Then the corner of his mouth turns up again into his usual smirk, and he strokes his thumb across your jaw to smear the black paint up the side of your face.

“Now,” he offers, “don’t you think you look more realistic?”

He dissolves into laughter as you reach up and feel the streaks of black now smudged across your face. You immediately reach past him to dip your fingers in your bottle of red paint, giving him a mischievous grin as you slather three fingers’ worth of paint across his nose and cheeks. The combination of his semi-shocked expression and the ridiculousness of his painted face pushes you over the edge into another fit of laughter.

“You’re the one who will be on camera,” you retort, smiling wider than you can remember doing in a long time. “Shouldn’t you be the one who’s realistic?”

“Touché,” he acknowledges playfully, rubbing his face and only succeeded in smearing the red paint further across his face. “Though I doubt Tom Ryder is going to accept any glimpses of my face on camera, so I won’t even have to wash this off.”

You impulsively reach up and drag your fingertip through the splotch of paint on his cheek, resisting the urge to draw a heart and settling on a simple smiley face instead. His own smile resurfaces at that, eyes twinkling as they stay locked on yours.

“If you keep it until tomorrow, you’ll match my sign,” you muse, trying to lighten the atmosphere, which has suddenly grown a bit more intense now that Colt’s gaze is focused on you again.

He doesn’t look away, doesn’t play it off, doesn’t do anything that you expect from him. His breathing seems to slow down, while yours feels like it takes off in a flurry of movement. Colt doesn’t make a move to touch you, but you can feel the distance between the two of you closing infinitesimally.

You’ve never noticed the flecks of silver-gray in his eyes, or the almost-invisible smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose, or the ragged cut of his hair right beside his ears. Even the brilliant red streak only serves to bring out the golden tones of his skin, the swirls of blonde in his hair. Every detail of his face seems vivid, as if you’re seeing him for the first time.

His eyes seem to drink you in, too, traveling over every inch of your face before stopping on your lips again. This time, though, he doesn’t flick his eyes back up. Words escape you, as do any coherent thoughts. This is it. He’s actually going to kiss me. This is real.

“Seavers, on set, ASAP.”

The squawk of his walkie-talkie shatters the intense moment, and both of you release a breath that felt like it had been held for an hour. Colt swallows, smoothes his hand over his beard, turns to slip the walkie back into his pocket. You turn back to your painted sign quickly, trying to regain some composure.

Uncharacteristically, Colt doesn’t speak as he stands and turns to walk back to the filming set. He does, however, glance back at you the moment you lift your eyes to watch him walk away. Your heart is still hammering, recovering from his closeness to you.

With a wordless smile, he reaches up, swipes a bit of red paint off his face, and presses it onto the tip of your nose in the shape of his fingerprint. Then he walks away.

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Part 2

#hi guys i'm having a full on heart attack over this #please send help #i had an absolute blast writing it #fanfiction #colt seavers x reader #colt seavers fanfiction #original #colt seavers #the fall guy #ryan gosling #ryan gosling x reader #the five times colt seavers almost kisses you (and the one time he does)

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mikakuna · 5 months

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the absolute insanity of dick and jason in their robin eras wearing fucking panties and t-shirts to fight the same murderous criminals/supervillains as bruce, a grown man covered from head to toe in thick plated, impenetrable armor

like here's a grade A villain strapped with ten guns, seven bombs, and fourteen knives. you look to the left and see THE batman, decked out head-to-toe in his heavy armor with numerous weapons, making clanky metal sounds when he moves, a cape for a shield, and not a single patch of skin exposed.

and then you see fucking robin, a 12 year old child, wearing panties, cowboy boots, and a cape that doesn't even reach his toes- skin almost completely exposed

#who let these children fight crime #were all the villains just used to this sight #i know the civilians had a heart attack every time robin came to save them and he was fighting criminals in front of them #they see a criminal shoot and almost die on the spot in fear for this leaping child somehow dodging every bullet #batman #dc #bruce wayne #jason todd #red hood #robin #dick grayson #nightwing #robin jason todd #robin dick grayson

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misfitmiska · 10 months

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I feel like newlywed Akashi would be insufferable about it. x)

#kuroko no basket #knb #akashi seijurou #midorima shintarou #akafuri #midotaka #(just mentioned but eh)#art #comic #when seijurou announced he would be taking furi’s name masaomi almost had a heart attack #sei didn’t even try not to look smug about it #i have no idea how shogi is played by the way

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scarabesque-returns · 3 months

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#i have had this argument #fat fuck almost had a heart attack in front of me he was so mad #og

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cienie-isengardu · 7 months

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Mortal Kombat 1 Behind the Scenes AU: Smoke's Fall

[Cage’s Mansion] [Waiting for Liu Kang] [Special Bonus] [Grandmaster’s commentary] [Climbing scene] [Madam Bo’s Inn] [Cage’s Mansion 2 (fire extinguisher)] [Medic] [Shang Tsung’s sad face]

#mortal kombat #mk1 behind the scene au #tomas vrbada #smoke #sub zero #scorpion #bi han #kuai liang #lin kuei brothers #you can't convince me that tomas didn't panic during that scene #the man can use his smoke powers to fly #but once nitara hit him he suddenly couldn't summon his magic?#that was panic attack for sure #so here a behind the scene au in which his brothers went to rescue #because none of them trusted nitara to catch their bro #johnny probably had a heart attack too once smoke almost get himself killed lol

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poppy5991 · 6 months

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Deku: 😐

Bakugo: What the hell is wrong with you?

Deku: The danger sense quirk is telling me that something is deeply wrong…

Shoto: A villain?

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Meanwhile…

Aizawa: WHO the FUCK left a life sized ALL MIGHT cutout in my classroom?!? You punks think this is funny?!

#Aizawa found it in the dark and almost had a heart attack #he’s referring to it as Dark Might in the staff room #mha #bnha #boku no hero academia #mha memes #mha incorrect quotes #deku #midoriya izuku #Aizawa #all might

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gingergari · 4 months

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i still believe in a february winter wonderland

companion/sequel post here!

#gari draws #gari’s ocs #oc: mela #oc: pera #nintendo #smb #super mario #super mario bros #mario #mareach fankid #I almost made 'winter fun forever' the caption it was cute #since mela actually has a more fiery firebrand she really hates wearing warm clothing since they make her even warmer than she normally is #so getting her to dress properly in winter is an uphill battle that mario and peach sometimes lose/compromise on #poor toadsworth nearly had a heart attack when he saw her out there like that #so i imagine she has a strict timer for how long she can be out there like that #thinking of making a less detailed companion piece of this #we'll see. I'm also busy drawing my black ocs for bhm #and midterms. ig 🙄#oh the quality crunched like crazy. i even glazed this thang 🫠

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boarcide · 7 months

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There is something so good about Akutagawa--a very much feared, boogeyman like figure (even amongst his own men) in Yokohama because of his violence, bloodlust, and steadfast loyalty to a violent criminal organization such as the Port Mafia--given biblical angel symbolism

I don't know, something something about someone whose beauty is so incomprehensible and terrifying to most. He's not physically ugly, he's not--he's beautiful, the type of beautiful that almost feel as if he's not a real person, like he's a mirage, or a painting. But he's beautiful not like those renaissance cherubs and lovely looking maidens for angels, but more like the biblical angels with their beauty beyond mortal grasp, the beauty that brings fear and revulsion towards whoever sees them because they cannot comprehend it. Coming across him makes you understand why angels say, "Be not afraid" when they reveal themselves to mortals. An incomprehensible beauty that very few can keep looking at. A dangerous feat, literally and metaphorically.

(This isn't only with his physical appearance either--for someone who is constantly beaten down both by canon and by the fandom for being "simple", he is a terrifying bundle of different aspects that contradict each other. Like a super machine you open up and you see the intricate criss crossing of wires and bolts that hold it together. He's a mess of nerves and feelings and experiences so profound, so horrific, that you don't know where to start with him. To uncoil him and see him truly bare is almost impossible. Where does he end and the roots that connect him to the earth begin?)

Something about Akutagawa being an angel, a being created entirely to follow the will of "God", obey their every word. Unwavering loyalty to their master while singing praise. Acting entirely on the order of their master--wing always dipped in blood for his sake. A weapon of "heaven' that brings destruction to those who oppose "God" and be one of the many upon which "God" rests upon.

(Almost everything Akutagawa does is for the sake of the Port Mafia, taking orders from the "master" (boss) himself. Willingness and obedience and loyalty repeatedly exploited and used, everything he has done as one of the high ranking leaders handling most of the Mafia's dirty work playing a part so Mori's throne stays high.)

Something about comparing Akutagawa to a certain archangel, finding repulsion in "God"'s cherished creation, the inferiority that came with being "less" to "mankind", and the painful fall from grace to the deepest pits of despair when he confronts the being that created him, molded him, and then condemn him. And to his humiliation, mankind, for centuries, condemns him too.

(He can't be compared to Lucifer, God's most beloved angel. Maybe Dazai did value him, but it doesn't matter, does it? because the difference between the two is that one was cherished and one never was. However, you can compare the rage and humiliation Akutagawa felt towards Atsushi--for obtaining Dazai's approval and affection with no effort, no proper control over his skill or any seemingly differentiating quality-- to Lucifer's refusal to bow down to humanity--a creation inherently imperfect and lackluster, with not the qualities of angels. And as a result? Disgraced. Both by the creator and by ones that held their creator's favor. )

Something about Akutagawa being an angel--someone whose presence means nothing pleasant to those he appears before. A reaper of sorts, responsible for taking life and for souls to see the afterlife (killing both as an order and an act of mercy, for he despises torture and meaningless suffering). A guardian angel watching over "mankind" from afar, where he is not aware and saving him from certain death at his own expense.

There's just something so appealing about depicting Akutagawa--a fearsome, ruthless, and bloodthirsty mafioso, a boogeyman to his own men--as an angel, be it of death, of mercy, a destroying angel-- whatever anyone wants to see him as and use him for.

#ryuunosuke akutagawa #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bsd akutagawa #bungo stray dogs akutagawa #character analysis #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #this post was brought to you by delulu gang #I just love akutagawa I love how despite how monstrous his actions are he looks almost angelic while doing it #maybe not angelic is the conventional sense but what is an angelic abomination if not an angel #ive said he's beautiful the way a spider is beautiful and its true #its much more accurate in a sense: he's all long limbs #cloaked in black #eyes too big and eerie #and many people don't like him the way they dont like spiders. the way people harm and attack or straight up avoid him #he's like a spider that had been crushed under the sole of your heels until he pops #but he is equally an angelic beauty; equally as divine as he is grotesque and horrifying #he is ultimately incomprehensible to most people. those who don't bother to look deeper at him #Even those who do “know” him do not know his heart. Dazai may know what he wants and how he works but he does not know his heart #anyways good morning America

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