#throniv

“Iｔ'ｓ  ａｌｌ ｒｉｇｈｔ, ｎｏｗ!                  ¡ʍou ‘ʇɥƃᴉɹ llɐ

★—❝THE HONOR IS MINE, SON.❞

 The blond extended a broad, gregarious hand towards the young man, a fledgling legend in his own right. He’d been acquainted to a degree, with ‘Superman’s achievements through his time in the American Branch of the Hero Association. Time for inquiry, and details to grasp had both been limited, back then. But this moment more than made up for those prior discrepancies.

  America had its own astounding talents, notable heroes and symbols of justice. He was friends with several of them. Memorable were his visits; and usually enjoyable. He loved the classics of the American aesthetic. Flashy heroes. Brighter, bolder color palettes. Louder movies. Bigger vehicles. Bigger everything, really. Even with his current frame, he could fit through most doorways!! He loved the cinema, the language, the pop culture, the unfettered entertainment that its people sought. American heroes were something of an inspiration to him!

   What he did know about this young man, inspired a sense of admiration at his expansive chest. A handsome, clear-minded youth, with compassion and strength carried equally in across his powerful shoulders. He certainly possessed the meritorious qualities of a symbol of peace, himself. The young hero’s origins were something of a mystery to him, but then, All Might kept his own close to the vest, as well. An unyielding, electric blue gaze, cradled in a dark field of shadow, surveyed the younger hero with a genuine affinity. 

❝I HAD ALWAYS HOPED TO CATCH YOU, SOMETIME -

    WHEN YOUR HANDS WEREN’T FULL HOLDING A CITIZEN OR A MINIVAN, HAHA!❞

  All Might brought a light, jovial clap to the young Superman’s shoulder, with the empty grip that hadn’t sought to shake the hero’s hand. His indefatigable smile was made brilliant by genial affection.

❝Could it be that you have a moment or two of peace for yourself, finally?❞

                                          —Ｗｈｙ                                                                     ¿ʎɥM—                                                            

                                                        —ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ Ｉ ａｍ ｈｅｒｅ!!”

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thinks he’s right about goddamn everything

OH SO NOW THE TALKING CHEESE IS GONNA PREACH TO US

literally came out of the sky to make us all feel bad for being capitalists

so beautiful it makes me want to literally die

entire apartment smells like old chinese food. has all the interior design capability of a freshman in jr. college

thinks every single thing i do is worthy of critique but manages to be best friends with BRUCE FUCKING WAYNE OF ALL PEOPLE

APPARENTLY ALL I NEED TO DO FOR YOU TO COSIGN EVERYTHING I DO IS DRESS IN FETISH GEAR AND BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THE MENTALLY ILL unfucking believable, you blow up ONE CITY, ONE,

keeps whining about my kryptonite collection like im not doing him a huge favor

acts like anybody else can ride that dick like me, i am peerless, i am un. fucking. rivaled

     Peace treaties and alliance negotiation, at least, are something she can take an interest in, working beside her father, but the endless courtly manners and diplomacy? No thank you. It’s no wonder then that she’s managed to escape to the stables and out from her mother’s watchful eye before she really does need to go back in and put on a proper gown (ugh)  and greet their guests with the dignity befitting her rank. For now, she’s very happy to groom Angus with her skirts six inches deep in mud.

     She doesn’t even notice anyone approaching, too deeply absorbed in her murmured conversation with her horse, half in Engllish and half in Gaidhlig.

     “Och, look at ye, mo charaid. Agam ach beagan ùine mus do ràinig iad.”

   “Are capes coming back in style? Or is everyone just running to the nearest cape store ever since Thor showed up?”

   Hasn’t anyone seen The Incredibles?

   Daisy peers over the hood of the car she’s taken shelter behind, soccer-mom-arming the agent beside her. There’s a slightly larger-than-human sized crater in the intersection of the street, and the Watchdog vehicle they were chasing with the kidnapped Inhuman is stopped dead in the middle of it, the front folded in like an accordion.

“Iｔ'ｓ  ａｌｌ ｒｉｇｈｔ, ｎｏｗ!                  ¡ʍou ‘ʇɥƃᴉɹ llɐ

★—Joy beamed from Clark’s physiognomy as if in a perceptible light. He was refreshingly expressive; somehow, All Might had pictured him as a more serious individual - but that was likely the reputation doing the speaking. Rather, Clark was genial and candid, it seemed that the young man’s stalwart presence somewhat belied that humble nature. It was a good juxtaposition of characteristics!! The ability to easily capture the attention of everyone in an area was practically a necessity for any working hero; and it could deter a crisis from worsening in countless instances. Ah! He suddenly realized how patently he was assessing his dark-haired guest, and it was with a sense of appreciation that he addressed the diversion of young Clark’s comment. What a good smile the youngster had.

❝I see! So it’s a business visit, eh? Has your tour proven rewarding, thus far? There’s a lot to see, I think I’ll accompany you for a bit, if you don’t mind!

    It’s good to indulge in a whim every now and then, and I’d be glad for your conversation! Not to doom you to be a workaholic, or anything, but imagine the peace of mind we might provide, if you and I are seen on a stroll, together!    Ah, I won’t oblige you to anything too taxing. What do you think, my boy?

        Let’s do it!❞

  The abashed interjection gave him reason to pause, as he observed Clark’s motions to withdraw a notebook and pen. The young man’s expression earned a broadening of the blond’s own grin, and he laughed affectionately as he accepted the objects with relish. What an unexpected, yet wholly endearing request! If 'Superman’ wasn’t already met with the same eager inquiries yet, All Might surmised that it wouldn’t be long before the young man was frequently at the center of a flurry of the same enthusiasm with which he graciously attended the veteran hero.

  ❝If you would, consider this as a token of my gratitude, Young Kent. The work you’ve done to normalize and popularize heroism as the up-and-coming profession for those youths who would have no way otherwise to pursue their heartfelt dreams - it’s a gift to this world we both strive to protect!

        I’m grateful to that bright spirit of yours!❞

   In fact, one such bright, zealous young face came to mind almost instantly, and Toshinori chuckled inwardly as he scrawled his name in an affectionate rush. He extended the signed book and pen back, but targeted the gesture with a request of his own,    

   ❝On that note, let me trouble YOU for one of the same. One of my students back at U.A., Midoriya Izuku, is a particularly avid fan of yours, I’ve heard. If I come back after having greeted you, and don’t have an autograph of yours for him, I don’t think I’ll ever manage to sweep the gloom off his shoulders, ahahah!!❞

                                          —Ｗ ｈｙ                                                                     ¿ʎɥM—                                                            

                                                        — ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ Ｉ ａｍ ｈｅｒｅ!!”