#no heroes

[poiregourmande]

we got a No Heroes selfie and i couldn't help it oh my god i'm screaming!!!

(credit to @onegiantmeep for the pic)

[troythecatfish]

[nocontextdropout]

[nightlilly0110]

Vigilante!Dabi from my fic No Heroes, both a crispy and a raw version (which I unintentionally made to look kinda like Kurogiri’s mist). I’ll try to update soon but for now here’s this, as well as his vigilante name - Phoenix!

[revolutionsummer]

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[chronicallyblonde]

now that jason mantzoukas has been cast as mr. d, i would like to see a bunch of movies/tv shows where different actors (e.g. jack black) play a version of dionysus, then a movie where all the different dionysi team up and cause problems. dionysus: into the dio-verse

[redhowler]

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“Enjoying yourself?”

Harry finally looked over to the Dark Lord, a reflexive quip on the tip of his tongue before he remembered to hold it. Instead, he gave a short nod. Voldemort must have noticed the stall in response, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Not having second thoughts, are you?” Voldemort murmured. “This is your last chance to back out, Harry. I won’t be extending this offer again.”

“You know I’m not backing out,” Harry said, slightly annoyed. He was getting tired of Voldemort having to constantly prove that he could manipulate him, that he knew what Harry would answer before Harry had even heard the question. “Just get me out of here already.”

“So desperate,” Voldemort said quietly, his lips curling up at the ends. “You know, when I saw you up here, I was afraid you might jump.”

“So the Dark Lord does fear something,” Harry mocked. “How reassuring. Maybe you can pass for a human once in a while.”

Voldemort raised an eyebrow.

“If not to jump,” he said, “why were you up here?”

Harry shrugged, feeling oddly embarrassed at the question. To see the view seemed like such a mundane, boring response.

“Nothing could ever be mundane or boring about you, Harry.”

Harry stared at Voldemort, too stunned by the compliment to be angry at the invasion of his thoughts. Red eyes gleamed at him knowingly, almost pleased.

“Does my approval really affect you that much?”

“Yes,” Harry said, trying not to think about the flush crawling up his neck, “it makes me want to vomit.”