Jeff has a weakness for adorable and Abed knows it.

Florian told Karal to look for him among the Herald-Trainees, so Karal did. Well. Altra did.

"Once upon a time in Fire Country, O my Best Beloved, three Ninjas went on a D-rank mission to retrieve a Cat..." A tale in the style of Rudyard Kipling's Just So Stories. Very silly.

In the name of family bonding, Roxy, Rose, Dave, and Dirk play a game of truth or dare. (They may regret this plan.)

or alternatively titled "The Space Power Rangers Try to Figure Out If Shiro Has a Natural Winged Eyeliner Look Going On Because He's Fly Like That or Not and End Up Failing"

Slumped in the common room, sweaty and gross, it started simply with: “No offense guys, but right now I’d kill you all for a chocolate bar.”

5+ AU Headcanons rambling (sort of) fic: Naruto + AU where Minato survives the sealing?

5+ AU Headcanons rambling (sort of) fic: Naruto + AU where Team 7 gets a different sensei?

Tsuna's far too used to being picked on by his classmates. He's always been too slow, too quiet, and too likely to burst into tears when pushed far enough. This is the first time anyone's really cared, though. (Or: Ichigo might look scary and talk like a jerk, but his need to protect people tends to win others over, as always)

“We’re getting a commander?” a loud voice asks, delighted as it carries through the trees.

“Hey,” Lao Nie protested mildly. “Who’s the father here, me or you?” “If a-die wants a new wife, little uncle will find one that isn’t inclined to kill him.” That sounded like a recitation. “Then what’s even the point,” Lao Nie grumbled, and reached out to ruffle his son’s hair, enjoying how Nie Mingjue yelped when he did, glaring up at him with offended dignity.

“You scored very highly—” “As fuckin’ usual.” “—but your interpersonal skills are still unbelievably low. If you are going to be a pro hero you need to be capable of working on a team—sometimes even one composed of people you don’t like.” Aizawa seemed to have roused himself from the edge of sleep long enough to impart this wisdom to Blasty. “Whatever. Just tell me what I’m doing.” Bakugou didn’t seem very moved. Mina thought one might need a backhoe to achieve such a thing. Aizawa zipped himself up in his sleeping bag. “Go around the classroom and give everyone an honest compliment.”

Hardison is 100% certain that there is no way Bruce Wayne could possibly be Batman. But maybe they should check it out, just in case.

“Give me an update, Nedzu,” Aizawa spits into his phone as he yanks the car door open, “What do we know?” “At around four o’clock today, the pro hero Hawks was doing an impromptu signing for fans when a member of the hate-group known as the Creature Rejection Clan pulled out a gun and shot into the crowd. Like any hero, Hawks took the bullet himself, rather than risk civilian injury.” “And how exactly did that lead him to kidnapping Tokoyami?” Or Hawks gets hit with Trigger and it brings out his bird instincts. Tokoyami is there for all of it.

This is so not Hawks's day. Rumi is getting antsy with his stalling, frowning as the faint light that filters up to them puts a gleam in her eye. Hawks needs a plan fast, and one that will convince the League he's at least tried to play their side when they inevitably show up to see him and Rumi wrecking the absolute shit out of their pet monster. "Okay," Hawks says, "This is gonna sound real weird, but I need you to punch me in the face. It's for - " CRACK!