Vote for my lovely body

Part one of the Phoenix Rising Chronicles He curses at his superiors for even offering this job to him, didn't they know how dangerous it was to play with fire? Hawks wonders if he will be able to even pull off this whole double agent thing. Or maybe he should just buy a one way plane ticket to Hawai'i and live out the rest of his days lounging lazily on white sand beaches with a nice cold glass of mai tai.

His wings were grand, crafted delicately, beautifully. His wings were bound together with wax; tightly welded between each seam. His wings served a purpose; he wanted to go higher, soar through the skies with ease. But he flew too close. He flew too close to the blue sun. That true blue sun. And he couldn't help it. His wax bound wings melted and so did he. He melted right into the hands of the true blue sun. {Warning} -Slight OOC -Canon plot conflicts -Profanity ***ALL ART USED WITHIN THIS STORY IS CREDITED TO KICKINGSHOES ON TUMBLR, DIRECT YOUR ATTENTION TO THEM FOR THIS WONDERFUL ART PLEASE!!***

In which Aizawa is a reluctant but protective father and it somehow helps him land the man of his dreams. ~ Let's pretend they don't live in the dorms for my sanity's sake.

Pro hero EraserHead is out during his night patrol. Nothing is really happening, at all. Until something catches his attention, in the corner of an alley. It's a child.

Shakespeare's Sonnets is the title of a collection of 154 sonnets by William Shakespeare, which covers themes such as the passage of time, love, beauty and mortality. The first 126 sonnets are addressed to a young man; the last 28 to a woman. The sonnets are almost all constructed from three quatrains, which are four-line stanzas, and a final couplet composed in iambic pentameter. This is also the meter used extensively in Shakespeare's plays. The rhyme scheme is abab cdcd efef gg. Sonnets using this scheme are known as Shakespearean sonnets. Often, the beginning of the third quatrain marks the volta ("turn"), or the line in which the mood of the poem shifts, and the poet expresses a revelation or epiphany.