#OR DIE TRYING

[kittynomore]

Time to bring out the big guns. This is the first time ghost actually learns about having a foam butt

@rottmntpeepawpolls @amevello-blue ame im here fashion our old man to Valhalla.

#or die trying #im already half dead #and nothing to lose #rottmnt #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 03 #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #tmnt crossover #tmnt #tmnt ghost in the shell #pitdwellers #fatcat draws

[gyokujyn]

CATWS 10th Anniversary | April 4th

» Prompts: Reunion for @catws-anniversary

a loving homage to A Softer World and @asofteravenger

#marvel mcu #catws10 #stucky #bucky barnes #winter soldier #steve rogers #captain america #a softer world #a softer avenger #remix #or die trying #jyn makes stuff #even though technically their first reunion is after the knife fight--“Bucky???”--i feel like they're both confused and in too much shock #like they don't get a chance to really sit with the situation #i tried to grab both Steve's reaction to the dawning realization that their reunion means he's going to have to fight his best freind #and Bucky's dawning realization that he really does know this Steve guy--even if he can't place him--and not only that but he is killing hi #[shots fired] #screaming into the void

[mishapen-dear]

god. god. soulfire is trying to tie. they never hit an egg. if they can’t tie then theyre going to throw. green team are the ones who attacked blue’s egg. watching bad desperately try to get roier away from it again and again was one of the most harrowing things ive watched. etoiles stopped attacking when he realized how outnumbered blue was. blue killed fit and left his stuff behind because green killed tubbo and left his stuff behind. blue is going to save them both or die trying. how am i supposed to be normal about this team

#qsmp #qsmp soulfire #THEYRE JUST. #!! #YKNOW #bad was so fucking violent the first few days. Taking down anything and everyone he could #and the rest of blue wanted to hold him back #and when they let him off his leash he calmed down #and. Them against the world #but they’re saying no. No. It’s them against the eye #them against futility #against hopelessness #here is another hopeless situation #but they know what it’s like to fight a losing battle #relentless and sharptoothed and bleeding #and now they will do so again. on behalf of their friends. whose swords they have bled on #theyre going to tie #or die trying

[mudhamster]

Can he woo him with niceties?

30. November

Izuku stares at the small jar between his sweaty hands. It was filled with twenty-four small, rolled up pieces of paper. A calendar. Handmade. For Kacchan. 

Initially, he had simply scribbled pleasantries on them. A kind gesture between friends. Good friends. Friends who are cool with each other as long as there are other people in the room. Friends who get along perfectly until they are left alone somewhere. But then...came the overwhelming desire for more. For some kind of clarity. For closure.

It's been years now. Years. Years in which he has streamlined his admiration for Kacchan and crushed it every chance he got, every time it got too big in his head, every time it got so intense that it made him almost brave and way too stupid. He feels like floating on waves of hope and terror as soon as Kacchan looked at him for a second too long. And he did. Often. It was horror. Emotional torture. For years.

But it wouldn't go on for another year.

Approaching Kacchan face to face with the 'issue' was out of the question.  A no-go, his head, stomach and heart would instantly combust if Kacchan would just look at him, the moment Izuku confronted him with this plan whirling in his mind.  

But with this jar full of possibilities... it offers the perfect opportunity to finally... FINALLY close the loop. 

Now is the best time of the year to do it, because there comes a day for everyone when it's time to go home and celebrate Christmas. Time to fill the belly with pot roast and the head with carols and ideas for the future.

Sighing softly, he ran his index finger through the colorful scraps of paper. He wanted to do this. He really did. But it scared the hell out of him. 

His original idea to gift Kacchan a nice little calendar had turned into a subtle plan to woo the other. He had crumpled up some of the harmless slips of paper and replaced them. Some of the notes were now of a more daring nature. The note with 'Hug', for example. If Kacchan drew it too early, it could ruin everything. 

And the note for the 24th ... well, Kacchan was only allowed to open it after all the others had been used. Because on the last note, Izuku had finally thrown caution to the wind. It was all or nothing at Christmas, IF Kacchan used all the other 23 notes. 

This was the only way he would survive the opening of this particular note. It was pure tactics. Assuming that he and Kacchan had already failed in the attempt to hug (and let's be honest: he does), Kacchan could simply let the 24th note go up in flames and both of them would still have enough dignity left to overlook this desperate attempt to get closer next year. 

With a final prayer to the All Might, who looked down on him from his wall in poster form, he picked up the jar and left his room.

He knocks, twice, lowers his hand and steps back. The glass mists between his fingers, the skin between his shoulder blades damp. He is so nervous that he has to actively remind himself to breathe. To relax his face, to keep his shoulders from hunching under his ears. To appear relaxed. 

Behind the door, he heard the creak of a desk chair and took a breath so quickly that black spots crossed his vision. Shifting his weight, Izuku raised the glass to his chest with both hands and forced himself to smile. Except... Kacchan hated fake smiles. The corners of his mouth turned down within a second. Footsteps could be heard. His little finger slipped off the glass. "Crap," he gasped, lowering the glass to his stomach and hastily wiping it dry on his sweater. One of the slips fell out. 

"C-crap!"

He crouches, his knee barely touching the floor, as the door jerks open. A pair of black socks steps up to the threshold, the silence filled with so much unspoken dialogue that Izuku already knew how Kacchan was looking at him before he even turned his head. 

The blond skipped his What the hell? and Izuku skipped his apology. 

Instead, he picked up the small piece of green paper from the ground, threw it into the glass with the others and straightened up.

"This," he holds out his hands with the glass, "is for you."

Red eyes, narrowed in skepticism and annoyance, sink down to his hands over his insecure grin. Izuku follows his gaze. 

To the jar of niceties. 

The jar of risks. 

If he gripped it any tighter, the glass would shatter. Now or never. 

If Katsuki took it now, he would have no chance to change what would happen next. Licking his lips, he nodded encouragingly, "It's a calendar."

Murmuring something that sounded very much like "For what?", Katsuki simply took the jar from his hands, shook it and looked into it with irritation. "What are these notes?"

Izuku's heart stuttered heavily, for the jar had finally left his possession and his fate had taken an inevitable direction, the outcome of which suddenly seemed to him as if he were sailing without sails on an endless ocean, on whose horizon heavy storm clouds were already gathering, which his naked boat would surely...

"Deku"

His thought snapped and he jumped. What was the question? He stared back at the glass, searching for words that weren't 90% cheesy, then squeaked, "Niceties.”

Katsuki's eyes narrowed even more, even though he hadn't thought it possible, and before Izuku understood what was happening, he pulled out one of the pieces. He tucked the glass under his arm and was about to unfold the note when Izuku's brain caught up with him. 

"Don't!" he shouts, "Not yet!" he grabbed Kacchan's hand, clutching warm fingers and the note and looking up with a pounding heart, "It's a calendar, Kacchan! You don't open the first drawing until tomorrow. Not - not today."

"And who's gonna stop me, huh?" he grunts and jerks his hand free, "You?"

The thought of taking the glass back from him pops into his head. He is at a loss for words. How could he make Kacchan wait until tomorrow? Should he appeal to his honor? His dignity? Kacchan's manners?

"Just please ...don't."

As always, pleading with the blonde was like a squirt of lemon in the eye. Kacchan winced and almost reluctantly put the note back into the glass, giving Izuku, who was still standing in the hallway, a last, deeply irritated look. 

"Thanks or whatever."

And well. With that, the jar was indeed handed over. Ugh. Just like that. 

Izuku takes a last breathless look at Kacchan's hands, in which the glass seems to be even smaller than in his own, before the door slams shut in his face. 

"Good night Kacchan," he whispers, his nerves fraying faster than the fastest cycle of a washing machine, as he heads back to his own room.

The calendar for spoiler immune folks:

#mha #Katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #bkdk #christmas #fanfiction ideas #fluff #fanfic #mudhamster #woo him #or die trying #U.A Highschool #dorms #friendstolovers #Deku #Kacchan #bakudeku #chatfic #christmas calendar #love notes #ao3

[tench]

Ngl my mental health nowadays is holding only on my lesbian druid in owlbear form mauling everything in her path. I am stressed, overwhelmed and shaking as a wet cat literally all the other time. To say that I have nothing together at this point in my life wouldnt cover even a half of it.

#personal #I'll get through it and I figure out how to make it better #or die trying #which is more probable

[jp---v]

Listen.

Listen.

Listen.

Toshinori's in a bad spot.

He's old, he doesn't have his weather-changing super strength, he doesn't even have a healthy body. He's out of tricks, no more support gear, no more shields. His only ally on the battlefield may have just been completely removed from the situation.

(And because of the various shots of blood after that last big attack and the framing of the panels, I think he may have lost an arm.)

But none of that matters. Because right now he's not just a shriveled husk of his former self. Just look at the heavy shadows and actions lines we've all come to associate with his buff form. Right now he's as much All Might as he's ever been.

And because he's not dead yet.

He has reason to live beyond being a workaholic hero, and that's why the shadows over his eyes are gone. For the first time in years there's light in his eyes. The first time we, the audience, have seen them like this outside of flashbacks.

He's here. He's fighting. He's willing to die for this, but he'll be damned if he goes down quietly.

This is what really made him the number one hero. This is what really made Yagi Toshinori into All Might.

After all, the ones who smile are the strongest

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #manga spoilers #yagi toshinori #all might #don't forget that the rewind bullet has made afo a kid #yagi's gonna beat up a man in a child's body #or die trying

[doesnotloveyou]

how dare you not be overdramatic on the bone stealing, mafia saga writing, superwholock hijacking, crab infested, mineral craving, three weed-smoking girlfriends having, "and everyone clapped" website

#don't you know anything about tradition? #i'm disappointed in you son #this is your culture #if not overdramatic here then where?? #cringe on main #or die trying #tumblr #hellsite #tunglr #shitpost #life advice #chistes #tumblr history

[braingobrrr]

just kiss him already. Please

#byler #mike wheeler is an idiot #and idiot in love #but an idiot nonetheless #will byers #byler fic #byler fanfic #im posting this TODAY #or die trying #im determined

[mango-sp1ce]

me, beckoning to the people who make dp x dc prompts:

“yes, yes, cometh closer my small friend. I have trinkets and lore galore. Feed me your beans of thought and I shall fully reimburse you. Don’t fret, we only make fully trustworthy trades here. I would never over pay you with a story longer than the response you were expecting. I’d simply never. What do you take me for, a criminal? ;)”

#Please take me for a criminal #I am most definitely a criminal #a fandom criminal #The worst kind #dp x dc #i see you all #I will appreciate you all #or die trying #This is a threat :)

[smidge-j]

I do appreciate that tumblr lets me reblog a post as many times as I like.

#you WILL see this post #or die trying

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

If those characters aren't going to be given complex personalities by all that's good I will give them complex personalities

#or die trying #also alternate universe Ned Shaw isn't a prick #I may also do that

[preyanimals]

yeah? trans men dont have prostates? cmere lemme prove you wrong

#or die trying #t4t nsft #ftm nsft #trans nsft

[enteisabo]

gonna draw my timeskip ace design

#or die trying

[mudhamster]

CHWHWN: 01. December - "a tissue"

Kacchan: seriously *image attached* Deku: positive! *image attached* to be honest that one was planned as a joke! for later, you know after you got some ...other things Kacchan: like Deku: no spoilers kacchan so? want me to bring it uuup? ... Kacchan? Kacchan: keep it Deku: 。・°°・(＞_＜)・°°・。

He felt nervous from the very first second he opened his eyes today. How would it go? When would he read the first - what would be on the first piece of paper? They had a free period later. Maybe then? Should he knock on his door again? Would that remind Kacchan or just put him off?

God, the worries piled up in his stomach until they reached the top of his skull. Breakfast was probably out of the question today. Lunch and dinner were also in jeopardy if he couldn't figure out HOW Kacchan was going to deal with the calendar. ...there was nothing in the garbage this morning. He'd checked it. Just in case.

Still, he was relieved.

Yesterday, he hadn't realized how exciting and nerve-wracking waiting could be. How helpless he would feel. How soberingly hopeful.

And then PING - the relief. The solution! Sure, via chat. Simple. Efficient. He nodded in approval, while his heart dropped between his knees on the chair and then on the floor.

He saw Kacchan's picture - O M G, he saw the other paper slips in the background - he really opened it - he accepted it, didn't he?!? - O K - a reaction! Interaction! Does this count as "We're doing this?"

God, what an onslaught of excitement. It felt just like when All-Might had once patted his hair. Bursting with energy, Izuku scanned his desk and spotted a pack of tissues at the edge, next to the books, tore one out, scribbled a face on it and quickly snapped a photo. He did not want to appear unprepared!

But the photo was ignored, as was his humor, and when he didn't answer Kacchan's monosyllabic question, he could have guessed what answer he would get. A rejection.

Izuku slowly lowered his cell phone and reached for the tissue, resting his face on one arm with a sigh.

This was starting much worse than Izuku had expected. Of all the things Kacchan could have drawn, he drew something completely out of context.

Too bad.

#CHWHWN #mha #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugou #izuku midoriya #kacchan #deku #bakudeku #bkdk #woo him #or die trying #fluff #fanfic #mudhamster #friendstolovers

[vidyadawn]

me: dan heng is a bit difficult to approach in rp me, looking at my ratio and sunday: me: dan heng is very easy to approach

#( out of clouds. ) #i will make things happen #or die trying #on all my blogs

[dandelion-stuff-and-fluff]

It's Zelly-Belly o'clock.

#she needs a kiss #and you will give it to her #or die trying