Author Note: So I apologize in advance if this is shit. I wrote a couple different versions of it, and then I realized that OC’s aren’t always that popular so I changed it to an “x reader”. Also, this can be continued more than what I have originally planned if you guys want, just leave me some suggestions and feedback if that’s something that y’all want. Anyways! Hope you like it!
Part 1/??
Warnings; Swearing
Word count: 2.2k
Summary: You are a detective working along-side Lieutenant Hank Anderson and his partner Connor. After the revolution has come to a close, the homicide unit of the Police Department has slowly started to die down. However, the past is coming back to haunt you, and now there seems to be rouge androids still refusing to live peacefully among society. How will you manage, and how will these new cases effect your relationship with Connor.
You yawn loudly as the elevator came to a stop on the 6th floor, the doors opening to reveal the homicide floor. Quickly, you make a dash to the break room, running face first into a familiar suit jacket. You look up at the chocolate brown eyes and smile sleepily as he speaks quietly,
“Good morning Detective.” The android smiles, watching you curiously as you make your way over to the coffee machine; rubbing your temples.
“Morning Connor.” You yawn, yet again as you watch the scalding hot, caffeine filled liquid drip slowly in your mug.
“Someone seems to have low energy levels, and an abnormally slow heartbeat.” Connor attempts to make a joke, only resulting in the unimpressed look in your [E/C] eyes. His goofy half smile fades, “Didn’t sleep well?”
“Didn’t sleep at all.” You smile sadly, remembering your nightmares from the night prior; sending cold shivers down your back. You pin your hair back in a bun as the coffee machine slowly stops.
“You should take the day off. Get some sleep.” Connor’s eyes twinkle with concern as you chuckle softly.
“I’ll be fine. Thanks though.” You take your mug back to your desk, sipping the black coffee carefully. Connor’s curious eyes follow you.
Ever since the revolution, androids all over have been living peacefully with the rest of society and going back to their jobs. Lots of them have been trying to find places to live. Connor continued working for the Detroit Police Department and continued being Hank’s partner in homicides involving humans and androids. Hank even let Connor move in with him, considering he had nowhere else to go after abandoning Cyberlife and going deviant. The crime rate went down for the longest time after the revolution, however, lately the homicide department has been receiving a plethora of cases that seem to involve deviants, yet again.
All the stress of work and home definitely take a toll on all the detectives, but it was taking a worse toll on you; one of the best detectives and criminal profilers the unit has ever had. However, your frequent nightmares have been making your work a little sloppy; concerning your good friend Connor. Even before the revolution, you and Connor were friends, and he even seemed to enjoy your company a lot more than his actual partner. No one else in the station could really understand the relationship you had with the android but no one really gave you a hard time about it. Well, besides Gavin.
“Mornin’ Sweetcheeks.” Gavin leans against your desk with a wild smirk plastered on his face. You gag internally at his presence.
“I’m not in the fucking mood Reed.” You roll your eyes, not looking away from the files on your computer.
“Awe c’mon. You never give me the attention. Not with that plastic prick around.” Gavin huffs as Connor looks up, now paying attention to the conversation now happening from the other side of the room.
“And that’s why I don’t bother with you Reed. You’re an asshole.” You glance up at him, sipping your coffee.
“Excuse me?” He crosses his arms over his chest with a glare.
“You heard me. You’re an asshole. No leave me alone.” You stand, taking your mug with you.
“And what if I don’t?” Gavin asks with a smirk as you walk over to Connor and Hank’s desk.
“Then I’ll hit you so hard in the balls you won’t be able to have fucking kids.” You glare.
“I was just going to ask if you wanted to go for drinks later.” He rolls his eyes glancing at Connor and Hank with an annoyed expression, “But clearly you’d rather spend your time with a plastic dipshit and a drunk.”
“Not in a million years.” She sighs softly, “Go enjoy your left fucking hand.”
Hank chuckles quietly as Connor glances at you with a confused expression, trying to figure out what you meant, reminding himself to ask you later, while Gavin glares. You take a sip of your coffee with a smug smile as Gavin tips the bottom of your mug, spilling the coffee all over your sweatshirt before walking back over to the far corner of the room to his desk.
You gasp quietly at the hot liquid seeping through your clothes as Connor grabs a few napkins, helping you clean the mess.
“Are you alright Detective?” Connor’s indicator was flashing between yellow and red, like it usually does when Gavin’s around. He seemed more nervous around him now that deviancy is a thing.
“For the thousandth time, my name is [Y/N].” You sigh, glancing down at the mess.
“You still didn’t answer my question.” He frowns.
“I’m fine, today just isn’t my fucking day.”
“Well sorry to be the piss in your cornflakes but we have a case.” Hank stand, pulling his jacket on.
“Great.” You sigh, putting your denim jacket on over your stained sweater, “Where to old man?”
You three walk towards the elevator, waiting for it to arrive before piling in.
“Well aren’t you a ball of sunshine.” Hank laughs as Connor’s LED whirled yellow frantically.
“Enough with the figures of speech, you’re gonna break him.” I laugh as Connor finally understands, smiling shyly. The elevator stops on the ground floor and we walk out to Hank’s car; Connor and Hank sitting in the front and leaving me in the back.
“Now where are we going and what’s the damage?” You ask as Hank starts to drive.
“Greendale Road, there seems to be an armed robbery.” Connor speaks calmly as you raise a brow.
“Then why are they sending the homicide squad?”
“Because it resulted in the death of an individual.” Connor states matter-of-factly, glancing back at you in the rearview mirror, “Obviously.”
You giggle quietly, feeling your heart skip a beat as Connor winks at you before returning his gaze back to the road ahead. You can’t understand the feelings you get around Connor, and lately you’ve been feeling more nervous around him. Maybe you were falling for him? You knew he couldn’t like you back. Not that he’s incapable, just that how could anyone like you? You thought to yourself as Hank pulled up in front of a older-looking house.
“This is the place.” Hank cringes, pulling you out of your thoughts and forcing you to follow the two up to the rotten steps of the house. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie. And let’s be honest, you aren’t ready to die today. Not in a house with red ice all over the floor and a dead body bleeding through the carpet in the middle of the family room.
You look back at Connor, inspecting the front door, “The lock is in fact broken.” He steps inside to join you and Hank on the dirty carpet.
“So, a robbery after all?” You ask, glancing over at him as his fixes his tie, kneeling down at the victim.
“Perhaps.” His LED flashes yellow momentarily, “Michael Littleton, 45 years old. Criminal record red ice and arms dealer. He appears to have died from stab wounds.”
You furrow your brows. He’s wrong. “No. That’s impossible. His forehead looks bashed in from what I can only assume is blunt force trauma.”
Connor looks up at you before returning his gaze to the victim and analyzing the scene. “You’re right. This brick here has traces of his blood on it.”
He stands, holding the brick and looking back at the front door, “There’s also metal and wood fragments that match the door. This is what broke the lock as well.”
“So, why stab the guy if he’s already dead.” Hank raises a brow.
“Maybe this wasn’t robbery?” You shrug, glancing at Connor as he makes his way to the kitchen, finding the knife that was used.
“I believe this was an act of assault. Maybe even revenge.”
“Vengeance?” Hank asks.
“Connor, did Michael have any enemies?” You ask as the indicator on his temple flashes yellow.
“Lots.” Connor simply states, “But I can eliminate practically everyone on the list. The weapons have no fingerprints.”
“So an android did this?” You glance back at the body, “I thought deviants were willing to live peacefully after the revolution?”
“I guess Markus didn’t get through to all of them…” Connor furrows his brows, frowning as he scans over the room once more, spotting a trail of blue blood leading down the hallway.
You and Hank follow Connor carefully before literally all hell breaks loose.
The deviant took off running from it’s hiding spot in the hallway closet. It made its way down the hall and through the back door. Connor starts to chase it down when you push your way past him and chasing the deviant down.
“[Y/N]?! Stop!” Connor’s panicked voice calls as he follows.
You chase the deviant for what seems like forever, the lack of sleep the night before catching up on you. Finally it ducked into a back alleyway and trapped itself.
“Stop! I’m with Detroit Police and you’re under arrest.” You steady yourself, pointing your gun.
“Don’t hurt me… I didn’t mean too…” The deviant’s voice cracks, tears leaking over its cheeks.
“I don’t want to shoot. We just need to talk.” You take a step forward carefully.
“I’m going to get deactivated now.. aren’t I?” Its hands tremble as you take another step forward.
“No, I won’t let that happen.” You lie convincingly. I mean, its your job, “You’re free now. Like the rest of us.”
The deviant stays silent as you take another step, within arms reach of it now. “We’re just going to take you into custody. And we just want to talk.” You take out some handcuffs and before you know it you’re kicked in the stomach, causing you to drop both your gun and the cuffs. Before you could do anything the deviant holds you tightly, pressing a knife against your neck.
Connor’s quick footsteps round the corner and the spots you and the deviant, his LED flashing red. “You need to let her go.” Connor’s voice was loud in the silence, the only other sounds were your frantic gasping as the fans and pumps working overtime within the deviant. The knife gets pressed slightly more into the skin at the base of your neck, drawing a little bit of blood as you wince. Tears start to form in your eyes, blurring your vision.
“You’re all the same. You give us freedom yet you still treat us like shit.” The deviant laughs psychotically. “You think they..” It squeezes your wrists, bruising them, “She, accepts you?”
“You have it wrong.” Connor shakes his head, “We aren’t going to hurt you. We just need to talk with you. Understand you.” He takes a cautious step forward, eying you with worry as Hank arrives to the entrance of the alleyway.
“Jesus Christ.” His eyes widen as Connor gestures for him to stay behind him.
“Don’t come any further or I’ll fucking kill her.” It squeezes harder and you wince.
“Connor.. please..” You whisper as tears roll down your cheeks. You aren’t sure at this point if you want him to save you, or to beat the shit out of this bastard. And it seems like Connor knew what to do. He started analyzing the situation quickly. He’s never seen you in such a vulnerable state, and he just wants you to be safe. But he knew that there was a 78% chance that this could go poorly, so Connor had to take his time.
You couldn’t take it anymore. You knew Connor was conflicted so you decided to take matters into your own hands. You kick the deviant as hard as you possible could in the groin area. It cries out in pain as you rush over to where your gun had fallen but unfortunately the deviant was faster.
Connor moved as fast as he could to stop it but he knew he was too late when he heard you scream in pain, falling to the wet cement. Suddenly three gunshots rang through the quiet night and the deviant dropped dead, about to lay its hands on Connor. He glances over at Hank, surprised.
“Hank, there was a 83% chance that you would’ve missed-”
“Connor shut the fuck up and help [Y/N]!” Hank yells as Connor glances over at your bleeding body and rushes to your side quickly.
“Connor..” Your voice was harsh, blood dripping out of your mouth as your hands tremble at the stab wound on your abdomen.
Connor quickly applies pressure, “You’re going to be okay, I got you. I..” His LED flashes red quickly as he feels his own stress levels rising.
“It.. it hurts..” You weakly gaze at him, your vision blurring.
“I know.. I’m here..” Connor glances at Hank who has his phone to his ear, calling an ambulance, “We’re getting help.
You close your eyes slowly, feeling the numbness wash over you.
“Stay with me.” Connor blinks rapidly, tears falling from his eyes, “Come on..”
His voice slowly fades away as everything turns to a peaceful black; leaving the two detectives in a state of panic.
Honestly same – he makes it look so easy and he doesn’t even look while he’s doing it, downright one of the coolest things I’ve seen! (Also didn’t know if you wanted a post so I whipped up a very small thing just in case~!
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Connor makes each and every complicated coin trick look as easy as could be, but the way it constantly rolls across his knuckles, slips between his fingers and flips from hand to hand it’s just plain mesmerizing, so you can’t really blame yourself for getting so easily distracted just to watch him play about with the small object almost absentmindedly waiting for the elevator to reach the right floor. He of course is well aware that you’re watching the fluid motions of his hands, and a part of him finds your blatant gawking mildly entertaining, if anything it only makes him more inclined to continue with the trick, using much more complicated flips and rolls with the coin to the point you’re pretty sure he might actually be showing off just for fun.
Although before you can think to call him out on it the elevator chimes and the coin comes to an abrupt stop, disappearing into the smooth palm of his curled fist as he steps out onto the floor, looking back to make sure you’re coming along as you briskly work to catch up with him.
Connor finding out
this poor shy reader is really into dirty talk and teasing her all over the
office when no one is paying attention.
A/n: ok this turned more into “Connor likes the reader so he
keeps accidentally dirty talking to her” hope you don’t mind haha, I only realised
it didn’t really fulfil the request until I was finished. BUT I can do a part 2
where Connor does it on purpose 😉 let me know if you want it
You couldn’t have anticipated it if you had been an android
with the capabilities of judging the probability statistics. Couldn’t have
dreamed it up if you tried. But one fateful morning, when the caffeine in your
piping coffee hadn’t yet hardwired your brain into work mode, his lips had
grazed your ear like a passing breeze, his non-existent breath fanning a
phantom chill down the side of your neck.
“Your place or mine?”
It had startled you, but being half asleep you had reacted
slowly, turning around the see Connor’s face, his lips barely tugged into a
half-cocked smile.
“Excuse me?” You stammered, trying to get your mind to
process what information had just slid into it like a freighter truck with
broken brakes.
“Would you prefer for the witness to stay at your apartment
or mine?” Connor continued. “The witness protection, remember? The safe house
has been compromised.”
A/N: I love making Gavin
the one asshole friend that reader goes to in times of need also aLMOST 500 FOLLOWERS WHAT
I LOVE YOU ALL
Warnings: Mild Swearing,
Suggestive (towards the end ;))
#1: “Give me a chance.” #180: “You have no
idea what you do to me.”
Connor had been avoiding you lately and you didn’t
understand why. Usually, he’d be up in your face, constantly asking questions
about the case or sometimes even about yourself. At first, it irked you
considering the fact it was distracting you from your work which led to Fowler
scolding you. But, after a while you grew to love chatting with the android.
When he mentioned liking dogs, you made it your mission to tell him about the
fluffballs you’ve seen while driving on the way to work each day. You enjoyed how
his eyes literally sparkled when you told him about a dog in a purse.
But, now things were – different. He never spared even a
glance your way anymore. The only person he talked to was Hank (and occasionally
Gavin when he absolutely had to). You tried your best to get his attention, even
bringing photos of dogs you found on the internet to talk about. He didn’t even
care about that. He just gave you a
thin-lipped smile before telling you he really needed to finish working. When Connor
entered the same room you were in, he would immediately turn around, not bothering
to be subtle about it. Well, he didn’t exactly know how to be subtle anyway but still. Work wasn’t fun anymore. You
had to drag yourself out of bed to take on the day with nothing to look forward
to.
Now, you sat in the break room, moping in front of a cup of cold
coffee.
“Wow, you look like shit.”
Said a voice to your right as they approached you to take a seat.
You looked up from your cup of liquid, seeing the face of
the one person no one could stand seeing.
“Thanks, Gavin.” You sighed, rolling your eyes and resting
your head on your hand. “You always know how to make a girl feel great.”
Gavin gave you a cheeky grin and a wink. “In more ways than
one.”
You pretend gagged, not wanting to have that kind of imagery
in your head.
He took a sip from his own cup of bean water, smacking his
lips. “So, what’s got you all smiles and rainbows?” He joked, nudging you.
Frowning, you traced the rim of your mug with a finger. “Well,
Connor- “
“Fuck no. Never mind.” Gavin got up at the mention of the
name, ready to leave the conversation.
You grabbed his arm, giving him the best puppy eyes one could
muster. “Can you please listen to my rant?”
The man perked up at the word ‘rant’. “You’re complaining about the tin can?” Sitting back down, he scooted
as close as he can, ready to pay attention. “Now, that’s a new one.”
You weren’t necessarily complaining about Connor per say. You
just wanted to understand why he was acting the way he was. Although, it did
feel nice to get this stuff off your chest. He made snide comments throughout
the time but still listened to what you had to say. You explained to Gavin how
Connor started to ignore you after getting close to him.
He stopped you right after you said that, throwing his hands
up in front of him. “So, the dickwad is distancing himself after getting close
to you?”
You nodded, interested in what he thought of it.
He groaned, rubbing his face. “This isn’t happening.” He
whispered to himself.
You made a puzzled face at what he said. “What?”
Gavin didn’t understand how you couldn’t see it. It was blatantly obvious what Connor’s intentions
were. He held up his index finger in front of your face. “Rule number one of
the ‘Handbook for Men’,” He started before you cut in.
“Handbook for Men? What kind of- “
He made shushing noises with his mouth, stopping you. “Shut
the fuck up and let me finish. Rule number one of the ‘Handbook for Men’ is
that when a girl makes you feel something, you distance yourself.” He leaned
back in his chair, crossing his arms. “Men don’t ‘fall in love’. It ties them
down. They need to be free. It also keeps things interesting. Makes the girls come
running to them.”
You were even more confused than before you said anything to
Gavin. “That sounds like something you
would do. Connor’s not an ass like you. He actually cares about people’s
feelings for your information.” You said, regretting even talking to the man.
Gavin smirked, leaning forward, resting his arm on his knee.
“You’re wondering about the piece of plastic all the time, right?”
He got you there.
He threw his hands up, shrugging. “But, what the fuck do I
know? I’m only an ass like you said. I know nothing about men.” He got up from
the table before raising his cup at you, winking. “Obviously.” Gavin took one
last swig of his coffee, throwing it in the trash can and leaving the break
room.
Slumping in your chair, you didn’t know what to do anymore.
Maybe Gavin was right. Surprisingly. Connor could be avoiding you to avoid his
own emotions (because avoiding you just to make you come running back to him
didn’t seem like something he would do). The break room was empty, and you
silently wished it stayed that way. You just wanted to be left alone with your
thoughts.
Click!
The sound of the door handle being turned brought you back
to reality. Swiveling around, you were met face-to-face with the android your thoughts
were occupied with.
Connor paused when he noticed you sitting at the table. You saw
his LED turn red at the sight before him. Maybe he didn’t have certain emotions
for you. He could just hate you. But, why? That’s what you wanted to know.
“Oh, I apologize (Y/N). I must’ve walked into the wrong room.
I’ll be going now.” Connor mumbled, moving to shut the door.
“Like hell you are.” You shot up from your seat, practically
diving towards the door. You slammed it before he could leave, your body blocking
his path.
Connor stared at you, taking a couple of steps back. He wasn’t
expecting you to be here. He made sure to map out your schedule, so he knew
when to avoid you. But, he realized that he wasn’t going to get out of this
one. “(Y/N), if you’ll please-“
“Oh, no. You are not going anywhere until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me!”
You hissed, making sure not to draw in any attention from people outside the
room. The android looked to the side, not wanting to look at you. The action
made you even angrier. “You won’t even look at me! What happened to you?” You pleaded,
getting no response. “Why do you hate me now?”
Connor’s gaze snapped back at you, eyes wide. “I do not hate
you!” He corrected, taking a step towards you.
You glared at him. “What?
That makes no sense! You don’t avoid someone the way you did if you don’t hate
them!” You were practically pulling at your hair in frustration.
He went quiet, not wanting to tell you the real reason.
You crossed your arms, beckoning him to explain his actions.
“Well? Spit it out!”
“You will not comprehend the meaning behind my actions.”
“Try me.”
Connor looked at you, a troubled look dawning on him. He
slowly approached you until there was little space between your bodies. “I was
not avoiding you because I hated you, it was because I- “
He paused, looking everywhere but you. You did your best to
make your head follow his eyeline, so his attention was on you and only you. “…It
was because I cared for you. More than a machine like me should.” He finally
said, looking at the way your eyebrows raised in surprise.
Your mouth fell slightly open. “The ‘Handbook for Men’ was right.” You whispered quietly.
You owed Gavin an apology.
Connor furrowed his eyebrows, not quite hearing what you
said. “Excuse me?”
You shrugged it off, laughing nervously. “N-Nothing. Why didn’t
you tell me this before?” You asked, filled with curiosity. Granted you were
excited this was happening but this was playing out very differently than you
imagined.
“My…feelings were not natural. I couldn’t pursue these emotions
knowing what I was.” Connor looked to the floor in embarrassment. “No matter
how badly I wanted to.”
A light blush spread across your face as you listened to his
explanation. Before you could stop yourself, you rested a hand over his chest,
feeling the synthetic heartbeat move a bit faster than normal. “Your feelings
are perfectly natural, Connor.” You looked up at him before adding, “And you
have every right to pursue them.”
Leaning up, you kissed the spot right next to his lips. “Give me a chance.” You whispered, less than an inch away from him.
The android watched your movements in wonder. He hesitated to
bring his lips to yours. What other emotions would ensue if he did? He didn’t
know if he was ready. But, then he saw your eyes. A beautiful shade of (E/C)
and he knew he was hooked. The pause continued, both waiting for the other to make
the first move. Connor decided that enough was enough and he closed the small
gap between you. All his pushed down emotions came to light through this one
kiss. You were so close that your teeth were practically clashing. Your hands
shot up to the back his head as his wrapped themselves around your torso. You don’t
think a human could even match up to the passion that Connor held for you. His
hands grabbed your waist, lifting you up off the ground as he led you to the
counter. He sat you down on top of it before he stepped back, breaking the
kiss. The man watched as your chest heaved up and down with a prominent blush
across your face. He loved it and he loved you. Connor’s hand went up to his
tie, loosening it as he stepped towards you again.
15 reasons why I appreciate the match of Katsuki Bakugo and Ochako Uraraka
1: Bakugo calls Uraraka by her name. The only other people he does this for are Kirishima and Allmight. People who Bakugo really respect. Everyone else he gives them a childish nickname, “raccoon eyes”, “Deku”, “ponytail bitch”.
2: Uraraka was the first character who saw through Bakugo’s rage against Deku. That it was apart of his own fear of Deku’s potential. That Bakugo might be surpassed. That Bakugo’s perfect quirk, perfect potential, and fame would be taken by Deku. Also I noticed when Uraraka called Bakugo cool the background was black. This is a technique manga writers use to show that these words are important. Plus notice Bakugo did not interrupt Uraraka. Plus later in the Manga when Bakugo learns the truth about Deku’s quirk he admits to everything Uraraka is saying. All in all Bakugo is scared of losing because he hasn’t experienced losers streak. All throughout Bakugo’s childhood he was called a prodigy, he received countless praise and attention daily. That praise and admiration is deep in his mental makeup. So to speak, without it how can he define himself? How can he be OK with himself for that matter? Being told you’re a prodigy and amazing because of something you have (his quirk) isn’t a good mentally. It’s the same as someone saying “wow you’re so beautiful” all the time. That constant praise makes you feel frightened to lose it. If you do lose it, will you be less than who you are? Thus this explains part of his ruthless do whatever it takes attitude.
3: Uraraka knows Bakugo’s ticks and is comfortable speaking to him about his issues. Uraraka at childhood saw struggle in her family life. Uraraka saw how devastating it can be to work for pennies all the while being loving parents. Uraraka is someone who can see through emotions of people. She’s someone who had to come to terms with her emotions at a very young age. Uraraka wants to help people. After her fight with Bakugo she learned that in order to help you must be strong in every way. Thus why she switched plans for the internship so she could get strength training.
4: Bakugo defended Uraraka against his classmates who called her frail. Mind you Bakugo has never done this. Also the fact that he is acknowledging someone who lost. Realizing that even though she lost she gave everything to win, and in turn she’s a winner and has Bakugo’s respect.
6: Bakugo lashes out at Deku for reasons that he thought Deku created Urarakas dangerous fight plan. When he discovered it really was all of Urarakas doing you see the next panel of him saying “what about her is ‘frail’?”
7: Bakugo was genuinely happy while fighting Uraraka. To then being seriously shocked and concerned when he saw her fall.
8: Bakugo was very angry at Shoto not going full power because he knew how far Uraraka had went! This girl fought till she went unconscious. Now this icy hot guy isn’t taking it seriously? I’d be angry too! (Manga panel shows her).
9: Bakugo takes Urarakas words into account. Especially when she calls him out on being scared of Deku’s potential. Bakugo just keeps thinking about her after the confrontation she gave him. I think deep down its because he knows she’s right.
10: I get some want to ship Deku and Uraraka. I ask why? Deku’s willpower inspired Uraraka in her fight against Bakugo, but Uraraka would have never gained any growth from her battle without the fight Bakugo gave her. If she fought anyone else she probably wouldn’t have learned something pivotal to her character growth. Possibly because her opponent would have seen her as “frail” or in need of assistance as the entire audience (even Deku) did.
12: Bacchako is a great ship because it’s slowly developing out of understanding and respect. Two things that are great in a relationship.
13: I feel like Deku is someone Uraraka admires. A lot of classmates admire Deku’s determination. Deku does give a drive to Uraraka and the others to want to work harder, but I don’t think he can bring out the best of her or others yet. Deku is the one who suggested Uraraka go after Ida, and not help him against Bakugo. That she follow his written plan against Kaachan in the tournament. Next that he didn’t really listen to advice she gave about the Bakugo during the rescue arc.
14: So now we can compare the two potential love interests of Uraraka. How fitting rivals in everything literally. For one I can see why Bakugo hates Deku. Deku is a nice person. By nice I mean he wants the best for his friends, family, etc. and he’ll do whatever it takes to ensure that, like trying to interfere with other peoples conflicts. I know he’s coming from a good place, but It sometimes comes off like he doesn’t really have faith in his teammates. Everybody has to struggle to win. If you stop a friend, or your child, or partner from making “mistakes”… you can set them up to make worse ones later. By being so concerned about saving people, he isn’t realizing that people have the ability to help themselves. You don’t always need to go into peoples decisions even if you think they’re making the wrong move. That’s how people grow… through mistakes!! Deku always wants to rescue people, but sometimes people need to make mistakes by themselves!! They need to lose too, after all that’s how Deku got so powerful right? I hope he realizes this in the manga soon! And for Bakugo it’s the opposite. Yes you can let your teammates, friends, and family make choices of their own, but you can’t abandon them completely. Yes be concerned with yourself in succeeding. However you can’t get their alone. A lot of the times we learn more through relationships than by ourselves. Bakugo, you’re gonna need backup and even a loss to know what it’s like to win.
*****Now who was the first character to address this to Bakugo? Uraraka, the second being Allmight (talk about a perceptive girl). Who helped Uraraka realize that she must be strong in every way in order to help others? Largely Bakugo did. As readers we have not seen Uraraka address Deku with his issues. However we have seen her address Bakugo, and frankly understand him better than Deku and Kirishima. In a relationship Its critical to be a perceptive partner and have open communication with them. Bakugo and Uraraka have this already developing. Uraraka with Deku has admired seeing him do superpower moves (win), he is nice to her, and she’s inspired by his determination. Uraraka with Bakugo was helped pushed to go beyond her limits as a hero and developed way more to her character. Also Uraraka knows his deep insecurities and isn’t afraid to address them around Bakugo. In fact Uraraka is one of the few girls who finds his rage funny, and she isn’t afraid to be around him. I dont think she notices Deku’s flaws but she can see Bakugo’s. I dont think she is comfortable speaking about insecurities around Deku, but she is comfortable doing it to Bakugo. 🙂
15: Maybe Uraraka is crushing on Deku at the moment, but feelings can change. I see it more as she admires him and she’s confusing that for love. Love is understanding, communication, being comfortable, and growing with someone. Who is Uraraka doing that with: Bakugo. I wanna see more of an interaction between Uraraka and Bakugo. They have great chemistry, and both have grown huge character development through interactions they’ve had. They remind me a bit of Akito and Sana from Kodocha.
Worst Irish takes are people who claim that if u aren’t fluent in Irish or if u don’t have a strong accent you don’t get to ‘whine’ about the effects of British imperialism like HELLO people can’t help their accents (which are obviously becoming less ‘’’’’’irish’’’’’ as people absorb more international media) and gaeilge is hard!! It’s badly taught and poorly structured which is directly because we had to salvage a dying (dead) language which wasn’t adjusted to modern speech. It’s stilted in time and awkward to speak, of course it’s difficult for young people to learn!
A lot of the time when people give advice intended to relieve anxiety, they suggest doing “relaxing” things like drawing, painting, knitting, taking a bubble bath, coloring in one of those zen coloring books, or watching glitter settle to the bottom of a jar.
This advice is always well-intentioned, and I’m not here to diss people who either give it or who benefit from it. But it has never, ever done shit for me, and this is because it goes about resolving anxiety in the completely wrong way.
THE WORST THING YOU CAN DO when suffering from anxiety is to do a “relaxing” thing that just enables your mind to dwell and obsess more on the thing that’s bothering you. You need to ESCAPE from the dwelling and the obsession in order to experience relief.
You can drive to a quiet farm, drive to the beach, drive to a park, or anywhere else, but as someone who has tried it all many, many times, trust me–it’s a waste of gas. You will just end up still sad and stressed, only with sand on your butt. You can’t physically escape your sadness. Your sadness is inside of you. To escape, you need to give your brain something to play with for a while until you can approach the issue with a healthier frame of mind.
People who have anxiety do not need more time to contemplate, because we will use it to contemplate how much we suck.
In fact, you could say that’s what anxiety is–hyper-contemplating. When we let our minds run free, they run straight into the thorn bushes. Our minds are already running, and they need to be controlled. They need to be given something to do, or they’ll destroy everything, just like an overactive husky dog ripping up all the furniture.
Therefore, I present to you:
THINGS YOU SHOULD NOT DO WHEN ANXIOUS
–Go on a walk
–Watch a sunset, watch fish in an aquarium, watch glitter, etc.
–Go anywhere where the main activity is sitting and watching
–Draw, color, do anything that occupies the hands and not the mind
–Do yoga, jog, go fishing, or anything that lets you mentally drift
–Do literally ANYTHING that gives you great amounts of mental space to obsess and dwell on things.
THINGS YOU SHOULD DO WHEN ANXIOUS:
–Do a crossword puzzle, Sudoku, or any other mind teaser game. Crosswords are the best.
–Write something. It doesn’t have to be a masterpiece. Write the Top 10 Best Restaurants in My City. Rank celebrities according to Best Smile. Write some dumb Legolas fanfiction and rip it up when you’re done. It’s not for publication, it’s a relief exercise that only you will see.
–Read something, watch TV, or watch a movie–as long as it’s engrossing. Don’t watch anything which you can run as background noise (like, off the top of my head, Say Yes to The Dress.) As weird as it seems, American Horror Story actually helps me a lot, because it sucks me in.
–Masturbate. Yes, I’m serious. Your mind has to concentrate on the mini-movie it’s running. It can’t run Sexy Titillating Things and All The Things That are Bothering Me at the same time. (…I hope. If it can, then…ignore this one.)
–Do math problems—literally, google “algebra problems worksheet” and solve them. If you haven’t done math since 7th grade this will really help you. I don’t mean with math, I mean with the anxiety.
–Play a game or a sport with someone that requires great mental concentration. Working with 5 people to get a ball over a net is a challenge which will require your brain to turn off the Sadness Channel.
–Play a video game, as long as it’s not something like candy crush or Tetris that’s mindless.
THINGS YOU SHOULD DO DURING PANIC ATTACKS ESPECIALLY:
–List the capitals of all the U.S. states
–List the capitals of all the European countries
–List all the shapes you can see. Or all the colors.
–List all the blonde celebrities you can think of.
–Pull up a random block of text and count all the As in it, or Es or whatever.
Now obviously, I am not a doctor. I am just an anxious person who has tried almost everything to help myself. I’ve finally realized that the stuff people recommend never works because this is a disorder that thrives on free time and free mental space. When I do the stuff I listed above, I can breathe again. And I hope it helps someone here too.
(Now this shouldn’t have to be said but if the “do nots” work for you then by all means do them. They’ve just never worked for me.)
This would’ve been great an hour ago
If your anxiety includes rapid heartbeat for no reason then it may help to exercise! It helps for me because I’m focused on whatever moves I’m doing and breathing, and it gives my heart rate a reason to be that high so that I can start the slow cooking down process and (hopefully) bring that heart rate down with it. Look up a quick cardio workout on YouTube or something and just do it in your room!
This is so, SO true.
All ‘doing something relaxing’ ever did for me was give my brain MORE free time to FREAK THE FUCK OUT.
I like how this boil down to grabbing something then tell the brains weasels to GO FETCH YOU PIECES OF SHIT
YOU WANT THE STIMULUS? G O G E T I T
This helps me understand my friends a lot better. Thanks!
Having separate flags is good bcos it’s good to have a symbol for your particular identity to embrace but it also important to remember the rainbow flag unites us all. All LGBT+ people can use it. I feel like it’s somehow become assumed by a lot of younger lgbt+ people that it’s only fr gay men, which it isn’t and never has been
The rainbow flag when originally created by Gilbert Baker in 1978 actually contained 8 stripes that were assigned values and specific meanings that were meant to show what unites us and what we value as a community,
It took 30 people to hand dye AND hand stitch the first 2 pride flags- 30 people of various identities came together to create the first symbol of pride. Hot pink was removed due to fabric shortages and turquoise was mixed with indigo to have the darker blue we have today.
Having individual flags is great to show your identity but I think we shouldn’t forget that the rainbow flag isn’t reserved for gay men, it was created to show what we all have in common regardless of identity.
I can definitely see this. Symmetra not heeding the villager’s warnings about disturbing the land in fear of the wrath of the dragon brothers. She just passes it over as local superstition and continues her work. After all, Vishkar’s vision comes first – and their lives will be better for it – so Sanjay’s told her.
While she’s working, drafting up a few samples for the development, two strangers, donned in tattered cloth, worn sandals, and chipped hats, approach her. One of them, clothes spattered with dark blue, speaks in a deep voice, almost sounding fatigued. She can see the makings of grey-peppered facial hair underneath the brim of the hat while the other, younger in appearance, keeps a grin on his face.
The elder asks her why she insists on ignoring the warnings from the villagers; they are happy – they are free from the worries and destruction the rest of the world faces. Symmetra waves him off, telling the older man he knows very little in the grand scheme of things. The younger of the two chuckles at the way the elder stiffens in posture.
“You’ve made an error in judgement,” he tells her in a low voice before he barks an order to the younger stranger, the two turning and leaving.
The next few days, Satya’s finally given the order for Vishkar’s architects and developers to come in to the perfect site she’s chosen. Only she gets a distress call from other Vishkar agents that a massive storm on the way destroyed all their machinery and resources. This goes on for almost a month – each disaster being something different – a typhoon that mysteriously leaves the village unscathed, a flooding of the nearby lake, violent rainstorms and winds…
Satya assures herself that the location is perfect – it’s just terrible luck. But she swears, after each call, she spots those two tattered strangers standing somewhere in the distance. A familiar chuckle floats in the wind and she feels a hard pressed stare at the back of her head.
here you go, anon! I really loved this request but I never could envision the pose. I ended up using a reference because I really wanted to see this idea finally done. 💚💜
Basically a silly thing where Genji is teaching Sombra Japanese. After teaching her how to say her name, she says it, only for him to correct her and tell her that her name is ‘Olivia’ 😊
My Japanese is very rusty so forgive any mistakes, please!!
I don’t have a name for her yet. So I imagine that she got Sombra’s good looks and Genji’s color of eyes and his eyebrows. She’s really playful and mischievous.
This is just a random design before I’ll go take a long nap
This is a GIF REF BASED ON THE ANIMATION SINBAD!!!! my most fave scene im laughing so hard cause it remind me of gladnoct moment so much….
I tried analyse each frame before I draw and damn all the details made me love the animation all over again plz guys go watch it again(for the hair porn u know what i mean), and since its a total of 12 frames……i think i can draw those tattoos….
and so i did…(my hand died), a fine end for April shinagians when im going back to Taiwan cause……its gonna be may (wiggles)
Since this is a referenced gif for lolz, this is a free gif for use in countering all shirtless Gladdy you wish to put a shirt on (dontspamtoomuchtho;w;)
“H-hola…oh, this is your cave? Silly me! I was just on my way out…!”
when ur bored but you read a new AU and it includes dragons so u gotta draw it
i gave sombra talon hair here because my dumb butt can’t read a new au without making up new headcanons. 👀 I just imagine dragon McCree slapping a giant clawed hand over the small entrance she came in before she can leave and leans in even more, staring at her haaaard. then she realizes she’s not fooling him and takes the giant diamond out of her cloak.
”whoops! how’d that get in there!?”
aaaaaaand now my mind is racing at 100 miles per second with this au. thanks!
why does every girl in a doujinshi have to nut like “uuuuuww! noooo! your hot stuff is inside me! its pouring inside me! oh no!!! your hot stuff is in me now! ill get pregnant with your hot stuff! ohhh! not inside me!!”
me when i eat soup lol
the fuck kinda soup you eatin?
some really good fuckin’ soup
How do you have a reaction image for THIS POST, at THIS MOMENT, for THIS CONTEXT
why did shipping turn into a contest of “most accurate” or “most likely to be canon” why do i have to get a 40-slide powerpoint, three defense lawyers, a fortune teller, and a background check of myself and my whole immediate family to say i want two ppl to have sloppy makeouts in a car
Also: when did shipping turn into a ‘which relationship is the most healthiest in real life terms.’ I mean I ship people because I think their story is interesting, not to get relationship advice.
I ship people because I think their story is interesting, not to get relationship advice.
I know the answer is “yeah, yeah, yeah, card games and shadow magic” but my suspended disbelief is utterly ruined for battle city. Joey is only 2cm shorter than Yami Marik but about 10lbs heavier and has street fighting experience. He literally could have knocked Yami Marik the f- out and saved everyone a lot of drama.
the amount of time I spend thinking about how differently plots would go if cards weren’t the default solution of yugioh is staggering. staggering my dears.
jonouchi: i activate my trap card. it’s my fuckin fists
I like how people in the notes think that Yami Marik the malnourished psychosis twink could have gone any amount of rounds against Card Games Ken the Street Rat. If everyone had thought critically and let Jonouchi “Gearfried Hands” Katsuya get in there, he would have hurled Marik off the blimp without even making a smart remark. Those hands are rated G for General Audiences. It took a whole ass lightning bolt to take his ass out and Raigeki wasnt even tournament legal at the time.
Joey would have sent Marik’s goofy ass to the shadow realm on some “i summon my heel in attack mode, i set you face down and end my turn” if it wasn’t for the plot, don’t get it twisted.
Finally…………… I finally managed to post this ;-; Took me 4 days…. 4 days of work, then when I was going to post this, tumblr wouldn’t let me .-.’’ why tumblr…. why be so difficult .___.
Anyway, this is sort of the first illustration out of many other upcoming illustrations/comics that I really want to work on for a while and they are all about Reinhardts very early beginnings owo. I for some reason have had this hc where Rein was without parents and was taken in by the Crusaders. This also gives me a chance to work with my own Crusader oc(s) (one being in this illustration), which is always a joy to me! >w< I’m considering calling him Walder… or somthing… idonno, something that starts with a W I feel <-<
But all in all I want this to mostly be about Balderich taking young Reinhardt under his wing and train him into becoming a Crusader.
Hopefully I’ll stick this one through to the end .3.
Sombra is traveling through lands known for their fearsome beasts. In a large hood and cloak, she keeps to herself but ends up in a violent rain storm. Puddles are over taking the road she’s trying to travel, so she finds a little crevice in the mountain to take shelter in.
Funny enough, the smell of smoke rises up through the cave. Curious, she walks further into the cave until she comes upon a red light source. The ground beneath her feet is warm. Over a small ledge, she peers into a vast cavern holding lava, skulls and gold, and a large, red dragon.
She hides herself upon the ledge, but there is no fear stopping her from studying the shining valuables. The dragon has brown scales on his torso and legs, but red flesh flares out on his tucked wings. The head of the beast is almost bone like, with white horns jarring upwards. The creature sleeps now.
Sombra waits as the rain still falls outside, and the cavern is warm. The dragon won’t spy her upon the rocky ledge. She can’t reach the cavern floor from the ledge, but she’s sure she can find another way to the treasure.
After an entire night of plotting, Sombra’s journey takes it toil. She dozes off for a few minutes before shaking herself back away. In her time of resting her eyes, the dragon found her.
And one, reddish, brown eye blinks at her from a bone like face.
Sometimes gay ships are incredibly straight if you know what I mean
Like those ships where its two male characters who have zero chemistry and barely spoke in canon but every single person ships them so you cant say anything bad abt it even though you know people really only ship them because they’re the two most conventionally attractive male characters to force together so female fans can quench their thirst for yaoi
I made a tutorial for how I made the tarot deck from the arcana, to tied us over until an official one is released! (If you haven’t played this game yet, seriously check it out :o)
TIPS AND FAQ: – Leave the cards for at least 24 hours to dry. – Try sealing the cards afterwards with a clear acrylic sealer (I haven’t tried this because I have no money to buy anything else but apparently it helps if you find that they are sticking after they’ve dried). – My cards were 9×5.4cm so they were fairly small (about and size) – Front images are on the tarot deck wiki page, I had to crop a screenshot for the back image. – To change the size of the images in word, right click and go onto size and position and change whats written in the height box to what height you want the deck to be.
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 
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