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cloudywriting05 · 3 months

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one of your girls. — coriolanus snow.

we dont gotta be in love, no. i don’t gotta be the one, no. i just wanna be one of your girls tonight.

part two published, read here.

cw: dom!coryo, p in v, Bondage, vulgar language, pain during sex, daddy kink, slight sadism(?), 18+, slight non-con, etc

words: 3048 [good, GOD], MAY be grammar errors.

tags: @euphemiaamillais my lovely lady.

“Hey, Snow.”

The blonde boy snapped his head at you, a stern look plastered to his face. You watched his eyes travel up and down your figure, his expression softened as a small smile crept on his face. He turned his body to face you and sighed.

You and Coriolanus’s relationship was unique, to say the least. You’ve known each other your entire life but dedicated your every day to one-upping each other. Your decade-long academic rivalry with him was something you found deeply annoying, and you knew if he wasn’t as attractive as he was, you would’ve killed him by now. Coriolanus found the rivalry thrilling. Watching you stress and work out to get the best grade was entertaining for him. On the days he was lucky, you would be in the library at the same time as him, searching for textbooks to grab before the other could. The number of times he caught himself peering down at your small figure, bent over, frantically digging through piles of chemistry books was criminal.

The new school year had just begun, and you were instantly bombarded with strange rumours. Rumours about Coriolanus, more specifically, his dick. He’d allegedly slept with half of the grade’s female population, including your own friends. You rebuffed them initially, that was until you overheard the said ‘girls’ discussing it, confirming it all. You were annoyed, absolutely livid at the thought of Coriolanus sleeping with them. Why did he leave you out? Was this something else he was showing you that you could never get? Whatever he was doing was working. Fucking your entire friend group but purposely dodging you was a smart move on his behalf. But you were never a loser, never second place.

So here it brought you. Standing in front of your arch nemesis with your arms crossed.

“Could I help you, gorgeous?” he purred, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re a slut, Snow. Fucking all my friends is pretty corny, don’t you think?” you remarked, running a finger down the locker beside him.

He looked at you, guilt written across his face. “I’m not a slut, little girl. And who told you that?”

“Everyone. Everyone is talking about you and your dick, Coriolanus.”

“I got busy over the holidays. Who knew Academy girls could be so desperate for my dick?” he sneered, smiling to himself.

“So why did you do it?”

“Do what?” he asked, puzzled.

“Fuck everyone but me? Were you trying to tick me off? If so, it worked, Snow.”

He let out a laugh, completely bewildered. “Are you high? What are you trying to get at?”

“Did I stutter? You fucked every girl in my friend group but me, even though I should’ve been the first. Now, because you decided to fucking skip me, I have to hear about how freaky you are, or how big your dick is all day!” you blurted, your frustration getting by the absolute best of you as his nonchalant demeanor sent you over the edge.

“So, let me get this straight; you’re angry at me because I didn’t fuck you?” he questioned, eyes wide, trying to comprehend what was coming out of your mouth.

You stuttered for a second. “Yes, yes I am.”

“We played sandbox together and here you are now, in this empty hallway, begging me to fuck you,” he said as he fixed his uniform.

“Oh, so you don’t wanna fuck me?” you purred, your arms crossed, looking up at him.

“Just to piss you off, no I don’t. Doesn’t matter how hot I think you are, or how long I’ve wanted to for this to happen. I like seeing you mad.” he smiled, knowing he had ticked you off. “I’ll see you in bio, little girl.”

He spoke as he walked away. Your eyes twitched in anger; Snow could not win. Not today.

“Fine, I’ll just ask Plinth!” your words stopped him right in his tracks.

He turned and stalked towards you, stopping only a few inches in front of you. He glared down into your eyes. “If you fuck Sejanus, I’ll kill you both and make it look like an accident.”

You scoffed. “Would you, actually? I don’t know. All I know is that I want you at my house by eleven thirty. If you’re as good as one of the girls was vouching you were, then prove it. Or I’ll get one of your friends to, just to make it even.”

“You win, I’ll see you there, doll.”

It was eleven-twenty on the dot and there was still no sign of Coriolanus. You’d pondered about the interaction from today for hours, worried you came off too demanding. You thought to yourself for a while that he was going you stand you up and purposely not come, that would’ve sent you over the edge. You sat on your bed, every negative thought running through your head. Your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sound of frantic knocking.

You rushed downstairs and stood in front of the door. “Who is it?”

“Is that a joke?” Coriolanus spoke from the other side of the door. “Let me in, sweetheart. I’m freezing.”

You flung the door open, Coriolanus stood there, a smile plastered to his face. He sported a worn-out shirt that was fitted, hugging his chest. He paired it with pajama pants with a red pattern and slides that looked like they should’ve never left his house. He walked right past you into your home. “You look like you’re about to go to sleep, couldn’t dress sexier?”

“I mean it’s gonna come right off, isn’t it?”

“Whatever, my room is upstairs and the first to your right.”

“Perfect.”

You watched the boy jog up the stairs and disappear behind the wall, following him shortly after.

You entered the room to him sitting on the bed, using his arms to sit up behind him. You closed the door behind you without breaking eye contact. You could physically feel the tension in the room, his entire demeanor shifting from minutes ago. You felt almost chilled.

He lifted himself from the edge of your bed and walked towards you, stopping himself only when his face was inches from yours. “Did one of the girls ever tell you what I did to them?”

You shook your head. “No, I don’t think.”

“I’ll have to show you, won't I?” he purred, his hand traveling up from your side to your chin.

“Yeah, I guess.”

His hand landed on your cheek, taking you by surprise. You gasped as his hand returned to your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “Stupid girl. You wanted me to treat you like your friends, right? They didn’t talk, so why should you?”

You should’ve walked away; you should’ve told him to get out. The boy who defined your entire academy life just slapped you in the face and degraded you, yet your entire body yearned for his touch. You stared into his eyes, they were glistening, wild with power and lust. His blonde hair dimly lit by the streetlight peering through your window into your dark, cold room. You needed to get even; you needed him to fuck you to get even. You needed him inside of you and in that moment, you didn’t care if it was the last thing you did that night.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, now,” he demanded, his grip on your chin tightening as he forced you to look up at him, helpless.

You shook under his touch, completely powerless. “I- I want you to fuck me, Coryo.”

He lowered his head, resting his lips against your ear, sending a cold shiver down your spine and straight to your heat. “Say it louder, so everyone in the Capitol knows how much of a dumb, little slut you are for me. Say it.”

“I want you to fuck me because I’m a slut... for you.” you proclaimed, your voice projected as he breathed against your cheek, his grip on your chin still tight.

“Pathetic, but good enough,” he replied, he released your chin and moved himself away from you slightly. “Get on the bed and strip for me, now.”

You nodded dumbly, crawling onto the bed. You lifted your shirt over your head and tossed it on the ground beside you, removing your pants and underwear right after. You sat there idly, completely bare, whilst a clothed Coriolanus stood in front of you, fucking you with his gaze. His eyes traveled up and down your frame, admiring you.

He raised a hand and began to caress your cheek; you instinctively nuzzled your face into his palm causing him to softly laugh. “The smartest and prettiest girl in the academy, sitting naked waiting for me to fuck her like a good girl.”

He looked down on you, you were naked and nuzzling your face into his palm, inaudibly begging him to fuck you. You were desperate and it turned him on so much. The most stubborn girl he fawned over for years now naked and begging him to fuck her. He could feel his dick trying to break free from his pants just from the sight of you.

He walked away and disappeared into your open closet, leaving you clueless. He walked out with a ribbon in his hand.

“That’s my grandma's, Coryo. That’s the ribbon she gifted me. What do you need it for?” you questioned, puzzled.

“Put your back against your bed frame and stop asking me stupid questions. Sluts with dirty mouths like you, my dear, don’t get to talk.”

You followed his command and shuffled up until your bare back was against the headboard, waiting patiently for his next command. You were the smartest girl at your academy yet there you were, brainlessly waiting for Snow to tell you what to do.

He climbed onto the bed and motioned for your hand. “Give me your hands, doll.”

You timidly raised your hand towards him. He grabbed your wrist and began to firmly tie the piece of ribbon around them, causing you to wince slightly. The thin material pressed against your skin as you looked at him, hopeless. There he had you. Your wrists tied, naked. Your knees spread exposing you.

He took his time once again, admiring your small, fragile frame. “You look so gorgeous, let daddy see what’s between your legs better, okay?”

You nodded and spread your knees apart more, fully exposing your heat to the boy. He hovered over you, staring down at your pussy, glistening with juices. He used his hands to turn you over on your knees, your hands still restrained, using your elbows for support.

“How many times did you speak to that bitch this week?” he inquired from behind you.

“Who? Sejanus? … Maybe three or four times, I’m not too sure–”

“Too many times. Way too many fucking times.”

You felt a hard hand land against your cheek, your back curled in pain as you threw your head between your hands. It was followed by another, causing you to cry out in pain. He slapped your ass again, and then once more. Painful groans escaped your lips as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain.

“Four slaps for four conversations. Turn over and spread your legs a bit more for me, okay?”

You dumbly followed, still wincing in pain. You turned yourself onto your back and spread your legs as far as you could, quivering and vulnerable. Coriolanus watched, entranced by your naked body. You looked at the boy, gawking at you. His hand grabbed your tied wrists and lifted them above your head. The boy then moved his head between your knees, planting a kiss on your knee, then on your inner thigh. He peered up at you, your pussy throbbing and yearning for his touch.

“Please, I can’t take it. Touch me,” you begged, your voice timid, scared of the boy between your thighs.

“Say please.”

“Please, please?”

“Good girl.” he purred, lowering his head further, you felt his nose graze your pubic bone.

His lips planted a kiss, then moved down to your folds. A moan instantly escaped your lips, your body churning at the feeling of his lips on your moist folds. Your back arched. You felt his lips move against your core, lapping at your folds. He used his tongue to press against your clit, making you cry out and heave. His arm traveled up to your breast, massaging it as his tongue lapped at your pussy. His nose pressing against you. You squirmed as he used his mouth to suck your clit, sending your eyes to the back of your head. The sensations overstimulate you, leaving you hopeless. You didn’t dare bring your arms down, knowing he wouldn’t react well.

He lifted his head from your heat for a second and peered up at you. “You taste so good, let me show you.”

He raised himself and lowered his lips onto yours. Forcing your mouth open with his, his tongue invading your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You moaned in his mouth, completely dumbfounded by the boy.

“Now, open your mouth,” he said, gripping onto your chin.

You dumbly followed, letting him spit into your mouth. You swallowed without hesitation.

“Good, you did one thing right,” he remarked, unbuttoning his pants, holding eye contact with you from above.

He swiftly removed his pants, followed by his shirt. His body was leaner than you’d expected, his muscular frame surprising you. He hauled himself off the bed and lowered his brief, freeing his throbbing penis. You let out a small gasp. He motioned for you to come towards him, you crawled, wrists still tied, and sat on the edge of the bed in front of him. His penis right across from your face. He stared down at you.

“Look what you did to me, fix it up. Now,” he demanded.

You nodded your head as you leaned to lick his penis. You use your lips to latch onto his tip, sucking on it as you let your tongue massage it. He groaned from above you, eyes closed. Your head moving slowly to and from, his dick still in your mouth. Your tongue glided back and forth as you pleasured the boy. He threw his head back as you did everything you could to his dick with your mouth alone, you spat on it frantically as you took his cock deeper into your throat. Gagging on his dick and pushing yourself past your limit.

“Go fucking deeper, you dumb fucking slut. Treat it like you would treat some other guys. Whore.” he demanded, his hand latching onto a chunk of your hair.

He pushed himself further down your throat, tears rolling down your eyes in return. He pumped your throat like it was your pussy, you gagged on his cock uncontrollably. Your wrists were tied in front of you, helpless as he fucked your throat. He pulled your head back with the chunk of hair. You gasped for a breath of air frantically, tears rolling down your eyes. His open palm landed against your cheek again, causing you to gasp in pain.

“When I tell you to go deeper, I mean it, slut. Aren’t you meant to be smart?” he scoffed, looking down at your frail frame. “You spent years trying to get under my fucking skin, now I’m on yours, and you don’t know how to act? Say thank you.”

“Thank you, Daddy, thank you.” you whimpered, sniffling as he shot you a smile.

“There you go, pretty girl. Turn over for me now.”

You nodded dumbly, turning around on the edge of the bed. You used your elbows for support as you perked your backside up. The boy stared at you hungrily. You felt a slap land on your cheek again, causing you to flinch in pain.

“You wanna feel me?”

He watched your head bop and down in response. Within no time he prepped himself at your entrance, slowly pushing into you. You groaned into the mattress, feeling his large cock stretch your pussy.

“Little Miss Capitol is tight, isn’t she?” he sneered.

He slowly pushed himself in, then out. You groaned as his pace picked up excruciatingly slow, every thrust filling you up. His dick stretched your walls, every bit of your pussy was filled with his cock. He gripped your hip and leaned forward, using his free hand to push your wrists further from you.

His pace quickened. His cock slung in and out of you, moaning as he slapped your ass. You didn’t flinch, distracted by the feeling of his cock. Your moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, hitting a spot within you that hadn’t known of until now. Your body quivered as you felt the boy fuck you with all his strength.

You felt his arm wrap around your throat, pulling you up and restraining your breathing. You gasped, his pace not slowing. You felt his chest against your back as he thrusts into you mercilessly. His free hand slithers to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion. You felt your muscles wear as he continued to push into you, overstimulated beyond comprehension.

Your stomach tightened as you came, and you shrieked. Your entire body loses its balance, flailing forward on your chest. Coriolanus didn’t stop. He continued to thrust into you, your body limp in front of him. You moaned into the mattress as he fucked you whilst his hand circulated your clit.

“I came, Coriolanus, I came!”

“I know, shut up.”

He ignored your words. Your body tightened again, this time your juices threatened to squirt out. You fought every bone in your body to not let it out. His finger still rubbing your clit as he pushed into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum again. I can’t, it hurts!”

“Yes, you can, you can.” He breathed from behind you.

You cried out, shamefully squirting on your bedsheets. The boy pulled his cock out and frantically massaged it until his semen shot on your back. He heaved from behind you.

“Now, you are just like the rest of the girls. I’ll see you on Monday, doll.”

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pt2 published…. read here.

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hearts4golbach · 4 months

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could u do johnnie guilbert smut? maybe with him being sub? like whimpering and shit 💀 idk how else to explain lmao 😭

Disco Stick. (Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.)

warning: consensual sex under the influence of alcohol.

im not sure if all of this is true so if its not pretend it is!

The club was definitely not my first choice of entertainment, but it'd do. Me and F/n pulled up to the most popular club near us, hoping we'd meet new guys to spice up our boring lives.

we got in surprisingly quick and went to find somewhere to sit and get drinks. we settled on the bar, sitting in the very far corner so we wouldnt bother anyone. I ordered my usual while f/n decided not to drink at all so she could drive us home. sadly, next time id be designated driver.

"its boring over here, once you get your drink lets go walk around or something." she offered, sipping her sprite.

i nodded in agreement. shorty after, i finally got my drink and we got up to walk around. i sipped on my drink as we began to walk into a crowd. i was worried id spill it. i pushed through a couple people carefully, making not to disturb anyone. 2 guys with black hair stood in front of me, i began to swerve around them before one turned around, bumping into me. luckily, my drink didnt get spilt.

"shit, i am so sorry." i heard an old, oddly familiar voice apologize.

"its all good," i looked up to see his face. "no fucking way, johnnie? do you remember me from chemistry?"

excitement twinkled in his eyes as he smiled. "yeah, you were the best lab partner i ever had. how could i forget?"

"i remember you too!" jake said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

"sorry, jake! how could i forget you, you always made chemistry genuinely funny!"

"junior year chem was the shit with the 3 of us!" johnnie added as he giggled.

"we should catch up! ill buy you 2 a drink!" i yell over the blaring music.

"im down." he grinned. i grabbed his hand and we walked back to the bar, f/n and jake behind us.

as we sat back down, i introduced them to f/n. "this is f/n, she didnt go to the same highschool as us but we went to middle school together and weve been friends ever since."

jake shook her hand and johnnie waved. "im jake, and this is johnnie." he said, tilting his head towards johnnie.

"hey! its nice to meet you guys." she smiled sweetly.

we spent a couple more hoirs drinking and reminiscing over all of the awkward but funny moments we had together. the three of us were the chemistry group as people would say. although we fucked off a lot, all of us ended with a 95% or higher because we made that class bearable. id rather not talk about my other grades, though.

by the time we were leaving, me and johnnie were drunk as fucking sailors. we held onto eachother, stuck like glue as we giggled over everything. we frequently tripped, unsure of our footing causing f/n or jake to help us regain our shared balance. i had my arm wrapped around his shoulders and the other holding onto the arm that was wrapped around my waist. me and johmnie clicked, just like old times.

f/n and jake threw us in the backseat. johnnie laid his head on my shoulder and i rested my head on top of his. i was nearly asleep before i was awoken by johnnie gagging loudly. "ew, what the fuck was that about?" i slurred.

"i felt like it." he laughed. i rolled my eyes and got out of the car as we parked. i dragged johnnie out behind me and gripped onto him the same way i had before.

while i was drifiting off, f/n and jake had decided theyd just stay the night at our apartment. me and johnnie were estatic about our sleepover. "why dont we just share your bed?" he smiled and laughed, making his eyes squint.

i sighed contently. "that sounds amazing. you can be my pillow." i smiled sweetly.

"of course." johnnie slurred, following me into my room.

"goodnight, lovebugs, sleep tight." f/n teased while jake ooo'd from the living room.

i laughed at her comment and laid in bed next to johnnie. he looked deeply into my eyes, looking like he had something to say but holding back. but i knew what he wanted to say, and i wanted to say it too. "i was in love with you all throughout highschool." i confessed.

"really?" his face brightened, "i was, too. theres not a day where you dont cross my mind, still." he admitted.

"me too, i was so scared to reach out. i wish you said something before we graduated." i frowned.

"me too." he whispered, his eyes flickering down to my lips then back up into my eyes. his blue eyes pierced through mine, making my insides turn to mush.

we gazed into eachothers eyes for a solid minute before i leaned in and kissed him. he immediately kissed me back, grabbing my waist and pulling me in. it was passionate and needy, making chills run down my spine. i pressed into him, wanting more. his tongue swiped my bottom lip. i ran my fingers through his hair before flipping us over and sitting on top of him. his hands carefully slid down to my ass, giving it a gentl squeeze before moving down to grip my thighs.

johnnie pulled back. "is this okay?" he asked, breathing heavily.

i nodded fast, pulling him back in. i grinded down onto his hard member, making him whimper quietly into my mouth. he began to take off my shirt, breaking the kiss long enough that i could get his off, too. i lazily unbuttoned his pants, not bothering to break the kiss. i felt his hot breath heavy on my face. i pulled his jeans down just enough so i could see his boxers.

"fuck, y/n," johnnie whispered, pulling my shorts and underwear off from under my skirt. he didnt bother removing it.

i desperately oulled his boxers down, revealing his hardened cock. i bit my lip as i looked up at him. "youre okay with this, right?"

"yes, please, i need you so bad." johnnie moaned quietly, gripping my hips as i

lined up my entrance with his tip.

i slowly began to sit, just as eager to feel him inside of me as he was. "you dont know how long ive wanted to do this, pretty boy. fuck, you feel so good." i moaned, leaning down to kiss his neck, i sucked and bit, leaving dark hickeys all over his neck and chest.

his fingertips left prints in my hips, which were most likely going to bruise in the morning but the pressure was perfect. he melted under my touch, whimpereing curses under his breath.

i sped up the pace, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. "youre so amazing," i moaned, placing my hands on his chest and tracing his tattoos.

"fuck, if you keep doing that im going to cum even quicker." he admitted, throwing his head back and biting down onto his lip.

i swiftly bounced on his cock, moaning and praises filled the room. "you fuck me so good." i tell johnnie, making his cock twitch inside of me.

"im going to cum," he whimpered and moaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

"cum with me, johnnie." i cursed under my breath.

my body tensed as i felt my stomach swirl and knot. i hit my climax, slowly riding his dick to help him ride out his high as well. he pulled out and came all over my stomach. "fuck." he said one last time, his body going limp.

i dropped down next to him, pulling the covers over our naked bodies. "i needed that so bad." i admitted before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

wrapped in eachothers arms, we slept like rocks.

#jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #oneshot #smut #drunk kink #drunk #fanfiction #i have no idea what to put for hashtags

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hundrkottr · 7 months

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🌿 Trauma Based Identities 🌿

There are a number of causes for our non-human identities. The most common being spiritual, but also imprinting. So now, what is a trauma based identity? And how could it cause one to have a psychological theriotype?

A trauma based identity is basically an identity that was formed because of, or in relation to, trauma. Especially during childhood/adolescence. At a young age, we are still very much developing mentally and emotionally. Our minds are going through so many changes, and our environment has an incredibly big impact on that. Early life trauma is part of that environment, and therefore, can literally make changes to your beain chemistry and how it develops. So how does this have to do with therianthropy?

Well, if a child experiences trauma or abuse, their minds may unconsciously seek some kind of coping mechanism. And this coping mechanism CAN cause them to develop a non-human identity. Especially if they feel detached from other humans who are the source of said trauma. Often time, the animal they may imprint on will be in their environment. Perhaps a pet, or a wild animal they see on a regular basis. It can be an animal or being they've been exposed to through media, like; movies, tv shows, books, games, etc. It can also even be a toy they have of said animal. Regardless, the trauma can make such a development occur.

//Imprinting can also be in relation to the trauma based identity. As a child experiencing abuse and neglect may imprint on the animal around them, rather than the humans that cause them harm, or hurt them.//

Some may argue that "this isn't a theriotype, its a coping link!". But you are wrong. The definition of therianthropy, is to identify as an animal, or have an involuntary non-human identity. A copinglink is a CHOSEN identity you chose to CONSCIOUSLY cope. If the trauma based identity is NOT chosen, and develops without voluntarily chosing so, it IS a VALID therianthropic identity.

I think it's important for people to be aware that such identities exist and are incredibly valid. They can be tough, but it is part of our development.

🌿 My Trauma-based Identity 🌿

Ever since I was a baby I've gotten a lot of traumatic experiences. I was consistently abused and neglected. I won't go into detail, but it was really hard. And I deal heavily with the affects today.

I never felt loved, or safe. But we did have cats in our household all the time. And I learned love from them. The cats never hurt me, never scared me, never screamed at me. All they did was show me love. They made me feel seen. So, as a toddler, I imprinted heavily on them. I ate their food, bathed like them, crawled around like them, meowed, and even used the litter box on several occasions (i know it sounds extreme but as embarrassing as it is, i did..)

My parents regularly punished me for acting like a cat, but I never stopped. And I continued seeing them as my true family.

I imprinted on them and it became a permanent mental development that would follow me through all of my childhood, my adolescence and early adulthood.

Thinking of why this identity developed makes me sad. But it also makes me grateful, because i dont thing the young, autistic and traumatized lil child I was would have made it otherwise.

I go through periods of questioning and denial. Because this identity makes me feel a lot of repressed emotions. But maybe this time i can accept it again. Ill do it at my own pace though. ♡

Thats all! Hope this helps others with trauma based identities. Know that you are valid. And you are seen. If ever you need to talk about it, im here. My DMs are open. I may not be online all the time, but Ill respond.

#alterhuman #otherkin #therian #therians #therianthrope #therianthropy #coyote therian #bear therian #wolf therian #cat therian #psychological therian #non human

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lifeonmarz-blog · 9 months

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Astro Observations: synastry edition

- Hard aspects to Saturn is common in long distance relationships. - Moon square Pluto will put a relationship to the test frfr. - Sun square mars, may the biggest ego win. Me and this guy would always joke about how we both needed the last word. - Moon opposite Saturn gives me the hebbie Jebbies cus why are you treating them like that?

- Mars conjunct Jupiter = best friendsssss. I love this aspect it feels like you can talk about anything with this person. When anything happened in my life this person got the phone call. - Uranus is so fun in synastry the relationship most likely isnt conventional or long term but it adds such a child like enjoyment. Practicality goes out the window and its just about enjoying the present because there be some ghosting going on sooner or later but yesssss show up at my door unannounced i love shit like that.

- Too much 12th house is just a major red flag for me. Intentions are always in question. Gives love hate vibes. They could treat you differently based on who's around. Ive had many 12th house relationships atp i roll my eyes when i see this between me and someone lmao. Not all 12th house is like that though for example me and this guy had venus in 12th house both ways. I loved the way he treated me. Ive never experienced someone be so nurturing and giving so soon, but i just didnt feel the chemistry. On paper it made so much sense but the passion just wasnt there. I felt confused and ungrateful like i was wasting something but hey you cant fake your feelings. - Im going to make a separate post just on 12th house but Jupiter in the 12th gives such empty promises vibes. Its not even that the person is lying i think alot of times they wanna do the things they say but they overestimate their abilities or just take on too much. - Mars square Neptune is tragic the relationship has no real direction. Following the leader right off a bridge.

- With venus square Asc you don’t really like the way the person comes off. Things about their personality could have you second guessing if you really like them. Y’all can play tag with each other neither really trying to commit for whatever reason you dont see the relationship being the right fit but you like the idea of being together. It’s honestly just sad tbh lmao -Venus conjunct Moon is so sweet u feel like u always have a home in this person. Your phone calls will get answered with them. -Someone had a stelluim in my 7th house i thought he was gonna be husband material at first but nope he acts more like a fan. -9th house synastry is nice. You look up to this person in that area.

#astrology #12th house #astrology101 #8th house #astrologyfacts #pluto aspects #astro notes

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dreadfutures · 1 year

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University Workers on Strike.

Hi there!

TLDR: My union has called for a strike, starting Monday, Nov 14.

I am not an official representative of the union but these are my personal thoughts, and my reasons for striking, with links to our official UAW platform.

Graduate students, postdocs, and other academic student employees are essential to the teaching and research mission of the University of California, especially as undergraduate enrollments rise. But as greater and greater demands are placed on our work as researchers and educators, we are falling into rent burden and poverty, and suffer unjust treatment by our employers.

We cannot provide the level of research and quality of education that WE WANT to offer our colleagues and our students in these conditions.

Therefore we are demanding:

Wages and raises that meet or beat inflation.

Making the University-owned housing AFFORDABLE.

Increasing access too and affordability of sustainable transit options for commuters

Enshrining protections for workers against bullying and harassment from their supervisors

Among other demands, which can be found here.

What can you do to help?

Undergraduates at the University of California can help us out! Check out @ undergradsforCOLA on Instagram

Community members can donate to the Strike Pay Fund. As we strike, the university is allowed to withhold our pay for work we are refusing to perform. The Union provides a small stipend to striking workers who are actively supporting the picket line (as I will be).

Keep up on social media and amplify the voices of our union (Santa Barbara’s is included here but there are others, and I do not attend the SB campus personally)

Write to (YOUR PERSONAL) representatives in the California Legislature, as well as the leadership of the University of California, in support of the strike and our demands.

IF YOU DONT LIVE IN CALIFORNIA: In addition to donating and amplifying the movement on social media, look at universities in your state. They’re looking at us right now. Many academic workers have unionized, following our example, over the past YEAR. This is a young movement that will live or die in the near future... and your support--even if it’s just encouragement--can give it power! Contact the local unions for workers like me and voice your support. Contact University administration and local political leaders to encourage them to support academic workers’ rights and compensation. And when academic workers go on strike, show your support with donations, vocal encouragement, and even volunteer on the picket line.

Please reblog this! Talk to people about it.

Below the cut, some more personal explanations.

Some of you may know that I am a graduate student, or more accurately, I am “pursuing my PhD in chemistry.” There is nothing “student” about my situation. I do not take classes. Instead, I perform highly trained laboratory work for the University of California along with countless other Postdoctoral scholars, technicians, and so on. Though the word research might conjure just pictures of me, a scientist in a lab, there is invaluable work being done in Humanities and Social Sciences that take on many different shapes and forms. All of it is done under the auspice of the University of California, and it is THIS that gives the university its prestige worldwide.

When I receive my “degree” I will continue doing the same work I am doing--currently on a $30k stipend--but the jobs I will be looking at pay $90k or much, much higher.

As a researcher, the work I do is severely underpaid in this university setting. It is something that we all DO agree to and put up with for the sake of having this “apprenticeship” time with prestigious professors and older researchers, at institutions that have technology, equipment, and libraries we need for our work.

HOWEVER, in agreeing to this severely underpaid work, we are offered things like guaranteed housing in the local community--communities like Berkely, Santa Cruz, Santa Barbara, Irvine, and San Diego, that are INCREDIBLY EXPENSIVE for people to live in otherwise. Or...some of us are guaranteed. Because EVEN in the University-owned housing, there are:

housing shortages

lack of significant subsidies

rent burden

More than 37% of my income goes to rent every month, and I live in the cheapest possible apartment from University-owned housing. Many academic workers are not even OFFERED the cheaper options, instead being given the “take it, or lose your housing guarantee on campus and fend for yourself in the outer community” treatment...but their offers are for apartments that cost 55% of their income or more. The university is paying us. The university is also charging us through the nose for housing we desperately need and can neither find nor afford elsewhere.

In addition to the insane rent burden we undertake, there are inadequate legal protections from overworking us (our reputations and references entirely depend on our advisors and supervisors Approving, and many of them expect 7am-midnight-or-late work days, 7 days a week), bullying us, harassing us or otherwise abusing us. International workers--drawn here, again, by the prestige of the University’s research efforts--are most at risk, and most unprotected.

There are other issues of equality and fairness at stake here: child support and paid leave, affordable transportation (hey, if we can’t afford to live in Santa Barbara, we will need to commute from somewhere else. Right now there are few options that are affordable, let alone sustainable, to do so), just to name a few examples.

The University also claims to be a leader in labor equality, fairness, and movements. We are among the historical faces of the Free Speech Movement and Vietnam War protests. We are the faces of labor rights research and progressive policy development and sustainable energy research. We are where the Earth Day movement started!

AND YET the University has antagonized union-forming efforts, incentivized anti-union sentiment, threatened and implied retribution for union activities, spends insane amounts of money trying to quash the union and send counter messaging, and seems to want to do ANYTHING other than pay us well.

Here’s an example of one of the latest offers and how insulting it is.

And it’s not just us. Food service workers on campus, custodians, and many others on campus who make things RUN, have gone on strike in the past and showed us how utterly hypocritical our sterling, utopic University is.

It’s just a corporation.

And so we are treating it like one, by going on strike.

I love what I do. I love science, and the research I do is focused on issues related to our energy crisis. The training I’ve received has prepared me to take jobs with IMPACT, that will shape our green energy future.

And I am a passionate educator. Right now I am responsible for ~ 250 students (a portion of our 900 students taking Chem1A right now), with classrooms of 50 students each. These are not ideal teaching conditions and yet I am DEDICATED to using the best pedagogy I have learned to help our most at-risk students succeed in this class. I have a history as a TA of improving student outcomes for underrepresented minority, low-income, and first-generation students who disproportionately fail our classes due to poor preparation at their local high schools, feelings of alienation, and the likelihood that they are working multiple jobs through college while more privileged students focus on classes. I have shown that I care about my students, in ways that even many professors do not.

That is why it is a heartbreaking and infuriating decision to go on strike, but I believe there is no alternative way to make the University improve our situation. We do it for other UC workers who are not compensated as well as we are, and we do it for future graduate student researchers, TAs, and postdocs–some of whom we hope are in Chem 1A right now--and we do it for the students who are not being best-served by graduate students sleeping out of cars, forgoing meals, and suffering from abusive supervisors.

Thank you for your support in whatever form it takes. it has been really encouraging to have friends, family (my REPUBLICAN CONSERVATIVE FAMILY SUPPORTS THE STRIKE), students, strangers, and even my supervisor (again, a red Ohio man lol) supporting this exercise of our legal right to protest, and the demands we are standing behind.

Talking to my advisor was a terrifying ordeal, especially when the other members of my lab were too scared to do it and risk his ire. We have a good relationship with him, but the fact is that he is our supervisor, and his reputation depends on our hours worked, and he could be frustrated. But I couldn’t sleep well if I didn’t participate in this strike, so I resolved to sit in front of my advisor face-to-face, alone, and tell him I was joining the strike.

My advisor isn’t the problem, the structure of the university is. But it was still the most terrifying conversation I’ve ever prepared for. And it went...so well. So, so well.

Our faculty understand that we are under a worse rent burden than they have ever seen or experienced themselves (they weren’t, and aren’t, paid super well either!), and they understand that we care about our work and don’t WANT to stop.

So it’s with great relief, and fervent hope, that I will be joining the strike. I hope whoever is reading this feels INVIGORATED by this movement, no matter the outcome. We are a new generation that is saying enough is enough. We will not tolerate mistreatment. We will work together to make sure we are all uplifted.

My department treats its chem students better than MAYBE any other chem department at the UC. We have it REALLY GOOD. My primary reason for striking is:

Sure. I can put up with some things. It’ll be tight, but I can afford it. Barely.

But I know many, many others can’t. They are my friends and colleagues. They were my mentors in the past. They are who I might be in the future!

Doing it for them is right.

#uaw strike #labor #fairucnow #fair uc now #graduate school #personal #long post

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mirrorballhughes · 6 months

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i miss you im sorry: luke hughes x adelaide hunter

in between by gracie abrams

but make it about luke and el!! this is just gonna be short little excerpts about the childhood friends x lovers :) ( who then become strangers… back to friends then back to lovers.) but we are not discussing that rn :p

these excerpts correspond with the lyrics in the song obviously which is probably obvious but yolo. i hope you guys enjoy :)

“I just can't come between 'em,

they got their own thing.

luke and adelaide’s relationship is very special. the pair are the only people who understand each other. they have unmatched chemistry, their mothers have always sensed the duo would end up together. no one could ever get in the couples way. (someone/things do/did..)

I wish he'd stop pretendin', he won't let his phone ring,

For more than a couple seconds, oh, I think maybe two.

as sooon as the pair got phones luke and adelaide were always texting and face-timing. jack would make jokes about how quickly his younger brother would answer, not even letting his phone get to a second ring. that became lukes thing, always answering el as fast as he could because who knows what could be happening to the blonde girl. (one day el stops calling, and even if she would call he wouldn’t let it get to a second ring.)

Two hearts just fallin' in and out of

love for somethin' new.

adelaide knew she liked luke in 5th grade. it took luke til 6th grade to realize he liked el, only because quinn was picking on him for it and told him how noticeable it was from the 4th grade. the pair knew it was love the summer before junior year. they couldn’t have fallen out of love right? (to them it seemed like it, to everyone else they knew love was still floating around.) they did fall out of with plenty others though, they just wanted something new, someone to get their minds off each other.

I wish that you could see 'em,

their faces lighten up.

whenever adelaide sees luke, her eyes sparkle and everything just stops. no one else gets ade’s eyes that sparkly. whenever luke sees el, nothing else feels right. he feels comfort and home when he looks at her. their faces both lighten up, seeking that warm comfort homely feeling they get from each other. but the two dont notice that at all, even with everyone saying something they just dont realize it.

Their past is cold and empty, they know it’s been enough.

Of waitin' on somebody, someone who doesn’t care.

the pair both have/had many fair shares of unhealthy relationships and heartbreak. they both made each other realize how those people were never good for them. luke and el both needed to understand their worth and that they they are deserving of someone better. which was each other, they were made for each other and everyone else knew that except them.

But he knows her name, she

knows he’ll always be there.

this really isn’t abour luke knowing adelaide’s name. he truly knows her. luke always took his time to understand adelaide. el had felt unloveable, but luke had changed that. the youngest hughes brother always ALWAYS listened to el. he never made up assumptions or showed that he didnt care about her unlike her past relationships. luke was the only person ade cared about. he truly cared about her. luke understood her well being, and didnt use her for her body, unlike past people.

He laughs at her eyes, at her smile,

at the glasses on her face.

luke just finds the whole girl beautiful. he cant help but laugh when he notices the little things el does. she only does them because of him. the blonde used to wear glasses when she was younger, luke would pick on her in a joking manner. he never ever wanted to make el upset ever. (he ends up doing so. but she ends up hurting him as well. a win win?)

She loves how he talks late at night,

when there's no one else to say

el is insecure and luke offers her the assurance and words of affirmation she needs to be at peace with herself. el doesn’t feel like she has anyone to depend on, to support her in times of need. but realizing it now, she does. luke is her safe haven.

How she's beautiful and funny and

smart like nothin' he's ever seen

luke has never met a girl like adelaide. she’s always just so bubbly and doesnt need to pretend to be something she’s not. the curly haired boy always thought she was the most beautiful girl ever. her personality was perfect, and she was way beyond smart even if she never showed it to anyone else.

He's good to her and she wants

it more than everything in- between

adelaide didnt want no one else, she only wanted luke hughes. ade just wanted everything in- between, not wanting to make those same decisions, like her past unhealthy relationships that have ended in heartbreak and trauma. el has a desire for someone who is good to her. it took some time but she finally accepted of a purer love, rather than her previous toxic relationship cycles. and she realized luke is really good to her and hes the only thing keeping her a float.

She toes the line between 'em,

he says he’s new at this

ade follows the basics of a relationship, being as though she was new at this not using to having a soft relationship. luke was very understanding about this and always took his time with the girl. both of them were very understanding about each other.

There's holy ground beneath them,

and sparks fly when they kiss

two taylor songs!!!

Holy Ground, from luke’s pov, he sees it about a whirl wind relationship that is full of memories. which he adores. he loves how much the pair works. the two still care about one another. Sparks Fly, from adelaide’s pov, is about the first stages of having a crush on luke. also the first time the two kissed, they both felt these very strong sparks. which always come out when they kiss. they seem to have never gone away. the two songs could also reflect on how the couple treated each other.

He hates it when she's crying,

he hates when she's away

luke hates hearing the girl cry. he remembers one time at the lake house, adelaide cried on her birthday because her parents werent gonna be there. the blonde cried so much that day, luke did everything to keep her happy. he never wanted to be the reason adelaide hunter was crying. (he had made her cry. one few many times…) he also hates being away from the girl. they would always spend hours in each others dorms, working on homework or just watching movies. mainly enjoying each other’s company. (it was hard to leave UMich because he just wanted el there with him everywhere.) luke wouldn’t admit he was clingy towards el, but his friends would constantly remind him how he was, also the boy knew he was.

Even at their worst, they

know they'll still be okay

el and luke never fought. the couple always communicated how they felt or if they were going through anything. (one day that just stops and they both start fights just because of stress.) even if they would fight, the pair would know they would be okay. nothing could ever get in the way. el got frustrated with luke at points yes, vice versa but they both loved each other so much to let any fights through. (they end up having a big fight and break up…)

if you guys wanna see any of these scenarios lmk! even the (crossed out ones!!) i want to write ade and luke more soo whatever you guys wanna see pls just let me know!! i hope you guys are enjoying this :)

#luke hughes #new jersey devils #luke hughes imagine #adelaide hunter #i miss you im sorry fanfic #luke hughes x oc #luke hughes oneshot #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes fanfic #luke x adelaide #luke hughes fic #luke hughes x reader #nj devils #umich hockey #ethan edwards #jack hughes #quinn hughes #joss writes

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psalmsofpsychosis · 2 months

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"#Alfred basically catches a lamb and goes

#''you're a beautiful wolf; i know you are; now you're gonna bite my hand until you draw blood so we both believe it;

#because that's the way we know how to be men.''

#and then 10 years down the line he looks at Bruce and he whispers in horror; ''that's a wolf''

#GIRL YES HE IS; YOU MADE HIM ONE. IT WAS YOU"

Your tags are so- Idk I don't have the words. No wait I DO-

THIS IS FREAKING BEAUTIFUL OMG

The way Bruce wasn't born with sharp teeth and claws to defend himself against the world. The place he was born into removed any need to grow them, but at the same time the place he was born into was the catalyst for him to turn into stone. Hard, unyielding to pressure and with its own jagged edges that you can hit until your knuckels bleed.

But the thing about stone is that you can chip away at it until it looks like what you want.

So Bruce was a lamb at the beginning, possessing talc for a heart, easy to rub to dust, but after the murders, he was molded into something different. He grew teeth and claws so big and strong it became difficult to be gentle, his heart was rubbed to dust and reformed and compressed and rubbed to dust and reformed and compressed until it turned into a diamond.

Alfred taught him how to be a wolf but didn't account on what would happen once Bruce's claws were bigger than his own.

CAN YOU TALK MORE ABOUT BRUCE AND ALFRED'S DYNAMIC PLEASE? You're literally rearranging my brain chemistry as I'm typing, wow. This feels so freaking strange. Thank you so so SO much

I wish you an AMAZING day

GOOD MAD MONDAY NOON TO YOU ANON YOU'RE KILLING ME. Like i'm over here lying face flat on the ground, head fucking full 99 thoughts per second this ride is going straight to hell—

You actually made them sound a lot like the Pygmalion myth, which is so right and true and also a very delicately apt interpretation of the way Bruce and Alfred's dynamic unfolds, particularly in Bruce's childhood, and particularly as portrayed in the Gotham series (which is my all time favourite Bruce&Alfred dynamic anyway, so excuse me for being annoying and immediately nosedive down that rabbithole)

See, to me the thing is, i dont think Bruce and Alfred understand each other at all. They're cut from very different clothes, and Alfred doesn't understand what Bruce /is/, but he understands what Bruce /can become/, maybe even what he's supposed to become, Bruce is the fifth element to him. Combine that lack of understanding and all the love and affection Alfred holds for Bruce and of course he makes a project of perfection out of him; Alfred molds and makes Bruce. Batman as a persona and as a purpose precisely exists *because of the way Alfred raises Bruce*, this is something that Gotham TV puts extra emphasis on. In many ways Alfred does carve Bruce into an idea of perfection, *his* idea of perfection, and Bruce lets him too. This is where stuff get a bit complicated though; Alfred is someone who struggles with his own humanity and darker side. He's so loving and loyal, but he's also bitter and mean with a vicious bite and he handles Bruce with such cold hands sometimes, and he hates every second of it, he hates his own humanity. So he pushes Bruce to get rid of his too, and they have this constant push and pull because Bruce has those exact traits. they're similar not in what they own about themselves, but in their shadows, when the sun shines on them their flawed humanity has the exact same shape and they both don't want a shadow; eventually the way they resolve this is by standing back to back and protecting each other and now they share their shadows and it's not so scary anymore. The Pygmalion myth as a parallel interpretation of their narrative fits so darn well because you are right, Bruce is made into stone and Alfred sculpts him to something beautiful and almost horrifying, almost inhuman, he sometimes forgets that Bruce is a person and not an idea, and it shows. But Bruce breaks mold, he always does, he forces Alfred to live with his own humanity and Bruce's, and this brings up a lot of grief for Alfred, but he loves Bruce so he finds a way to live with it and he does.

The Lamb/wolf metaphor is a different face to this same transformation process; in the early years Alfred has little space for Bruce's terrifying softness, but neither does Bruce. Bruce is scared of his own vulnurability and tenderness, this lamb *wants* to become something else, something less weak and helpless, something that could've saved his parents. He doesn't want to become a wolf persay, but the thing is, he has the makings. This is the reason Alfred can bring it out of him; he very much has the makings of a wolf. to juxtapose it with the pygmalion allegory; you cannot carve out of the stone what is not already in it. (this does bring up the question wether Bruce was ever a lamb at all, but that's a different topic for another day✨️)

anyway yep, i love your mind Anon, and thank you for the question! Hope you have an absolutely wonderful day too ❤️❤️

#i'm gonna put my brain in the Bruce&Alfred vibe juice and put in the lab fridge #let it soak for 79 hours i need to THINK #this is so so good so many good ideas happening here #and i'm always a sucker for Gotham!Bruce&Alfred talk 😩😩#Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #Bruce Wayne meta #Alfred Pennyworth meta #Batman #Batman meta #batfam #Gotham #Gotham TV

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beomgewz · 3 months

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LOVE ME BACK !

eight , embarrassing

YOU were never the type of person to cry in front of your friends, let alone in public — but here you were, sobbing at the store where you got tanghulu with yujin. it was embarrassing, a college student covering het face while she was sobbing with three sticks of grape tanghulu sat still on the table in front of her. you were aware you were getting looks of pity, but you just couldnt help it.

you never wanted to talk to matthew — you never even intended on doing so. thus, having another spontaneous argument with the man you were once best friends with hurt.

it hurt badly.

you were reminded of the harsh reality between you two — pure, bitter, hatred. you were reminded he randomly did a 180° and completely changed. he went from wanting to spend time with you to suddenly wanting to stay as far away from you as he could.

it was confusing — and it still is.

sniffling, you took a napkin from the store and wiped your face with it. you felt horrible.

“yn? is that you?”

a soft voice entered your ears. you knew who it was from just the voice: sung hanbin. he was in a few of your classes. you two would sit next to each other during lectures. you would consider him a good friend.

though, it wasnt until a few days ago you found out he was matthews best friend.

lifting your head up, you faced him with your red, puffy, eyes. “y—yeah.”

he frowned in worry. “is everything alright?” he took the seat across from yours and leaned towards you, his attention only focused on you.

“i—im fine,” you lied, your voice betraying your words. you sniffled once more. “just stressed.”

“stressed? is it about the upcoming chemistry exam?” he questioned.

you nodded. “yeah.”

that was a complete lie. you werent even bad at chemistry — it was your best subject.

he slightly smiled at you. “i’ll help you. we can study together, okay?”

your heart raced. you were reminded of matthews previous texts: “leave my friends and i alone???”. a part of you wanted to follow what he told you to avoid conflict, but another part of you wanted to accept hanbins proposal to further piss him off.

matthew had you sobbing in public, so why dont you go study with his best friend? why dont you get close with his best friend?

you sniffled before smiling back, “okay, sure.”

🏷️ @xiaoquanquans

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dailyserirei · 1 year

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favorite thing about serirei ?

[ok i tried to think to answer this question fr and tbh idk how to explain about it LOL it just i love them so much like how wawa respect reigen so well, they had similar good taste (like build robot models and such) and they had no actual friend till someone walked in their life (mob and toichirou, eventhough we know that toichirou use him but that just part of example yknow) and their personalities difference (reigen: confident and being a bitch boy serizawa: anxious and somehow timid) like its literally everything that their chemistry ended up so well together (even though it just them working together as their job LMAO) dont get me started the official arts of them together!!!!!!!!!! AUGHH

also their conversation???? it so chill and almost out of place it make me go "wtf are they talking about lmao 😂😂😂"

they are soooo sillay i want them being epic gamers ]

[anyways thats my fav part of canon serirei moments. my fav part of headcanon that i wish its canon fr is them t4t couples and this doodle i made a month ago (censored bcus of reasons,) :

]

#anon #ask #serirei #suppose to schedule this on next day but ended up posting this on the same day bcus the next day is valentines day so #im planning something for them on that day THEN continue with the asks later on

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tableintheteacherslounge · 1 month

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Abbott Elementary S03E08 thoughts

Melissa schemmenti angry slut

THIS COLD OPEN I WAS CRYINGGGG

Barb’s protective goggles

“We gonna be down about $700

The squeeze my cheeks kid

Every one getting hit in the damn face

Ava pushing gregory

Greg vs tariq 🥵

Barb shooting in the wrong basket then saying “i’m carrying this team”

Gregory flipping the table

Just PERFECTION

“Why dont u look better” ava really says what i wanna say to people

What IS up with melissa to be snappy, always on her phone, hookups, staying out late

Heyyy manny 🤭 he’s foine I’m SORRY

But if Janine’s meant to be in once a week whys she not seen her abbott friends - not her and jacob not seeing each other 😓

“Girl was there a fire?” See this delivery is why slr has an emmy

Ok I KNEW melissa would hookup with burt hummel. I cant deny the chemistry and at least he’s a better actor than g*ry, but lets keep it casual yeah?

RICHARD TYLER WILLIAMS 💀

The delivery on “interesting 😀”

Tariq hosting the panel?!? I love that for us

Badass janine get it girl! She is ON IT

Not ava and crystal speaking over each other 😭

“I don’t think this is on 🎤 “ “IT IS” ijbol 💀😭

Barb is stroppy and sad ☹️ but why wouldn’t melissa trust her! I get it! But also it’s casual so maybe I get not saying anything too! But barb is so sad (jealous) that melissa didn’t tell her (jealous)

CASUAL GHOST

No bc whys that ur face after ur friend tells u its just sex BARB? I get being upset at not being told but why are u upset its just sex … unless… jealousy

Why arent they clapping abbott 🙁

Why is tariq scoring 😭😭

“Give it some razzle For the love of god gregory give it some dazzle”

Janine just caring about the gossip she’s me

Friend of over 15 years!!! I appreciate the work wives lore but that is literally inaccurate I’m sorry

“Since your lips already touched” GASP (also br*no could never deliver a line like that I’m just saying)

The workwives having a marital spat while ppl are just trying to get their certifications

Is it different? Mmm lowkey bc melissa should know what’s going on in her house but also she can acknowledge that actually barb was validly upset but we know Melissa is stubborn sooo

On her roof? Ew! I dont need to know honestly

Janine not reading Jacob’s text 😖

MANNY CALLING JANINE BIG TEAGUES TEEHEEE 🤭 KICKING FEET TWIRLING HAIR

Gregory sit down 😭 honestly that speech alone could give tyler an emmy nom

MR BOHNSON FROM BABBOTT BELEMENTARY HELP

“You talked to me about gary” aww 🥺☹️

“Because that was a real relationship that YOU approved of” ok poignant emphasis on you - Barbara’s opinion is so important to her 🥺 that’s her number 1

“Awwwmygod congrats” “thank you baby”

Melissa’s true apology 🥺

MELISSA DRAGGING BARB CLOSER TO HER EVEN THO BARB WAS STILL MAD i feel like that was lisa and sheryl

“Look how coy this boy is” jacob always gets great ppl as love interests bc first zach and now i love this guy too “i even showed captain robinson” aw 🙁

Janine aced it! Quintas physical comedy is soo good

Wait is mr j wearing a jacket over his uniform 😭

Cancelling on the fireman for barb 🥺

I fear burt hummel doesn’t want it as casual as mel

“Ok did he just make me fall in love with him” 😭

BI AVA BI AVA!! Wbk but BI AVA (but yk im a hardcore barlissa truther so shipping them w ava makes me gag)

MR JOHNSON PANEL beep beep beep that to my face!!!

Wish they ended on barlissa at the bar tho :(

Ok overall I honestly didnt love that ep at first

And the big reason is i didnt think the panel needed so much and i wanted barlissa to have more

Their conflict didn’t feel as real and earnest as other examples

It got wrapped up surprisingly quickly - they fell out more over safety scissors and ‘yous’

And I’d’ve liked them to share a vulnerable moment away fro everyone else.

It just felt eh

Also being away from school felt weird too

Based on teaser clips i thought it could be a lisa emmy consideration ep but no - could be for tyler though

Barbara’s jealousy is v v interesting tho 👀

After a few days I like it more

I still feel a bit confused tho

OH MY GOD I FORGOT TO MENTION KEEGAN MICHAEL KEY HELLO??!?? What a guest actor to get oh my god

#abbott elementary #abbott elementary season 3 #abbott elementary s3 #abbott elementary thoughts

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st-sainz · 8 months

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First, Thank you @watercolor-hearts for tagging me! when i saw it i knew it wouldnt be an easy task (mostly because i love to talk a lot lmao) but i liked the concept and felt that it would be interesting way to dive more into the ships i am fond of.

Pairing/Shippy list!

Here are the rules:

1. List your top seven ships.

2. Put them all in order for your love for them; 7 to 1, 1 being your favourite.

3. Name the fandom.

4. Put a picture of the guys in question.

7. Ziam (Zayn/Liam Payne) (One Direction)

weird way to start this list, since its not f1 related, and i very much believe it's a dead ship now. But honestly they deserve this honorable mention for being the first ship i adopted, and i didnt even care about One Direction or their music around that time (in fact i cant remember even how i stumbled upon this ship lmao). These two together just had so much chemistry for me, either on stage, interviews, or anything really. also they were my introduction to this whole idea of "ship" (Larry was the absolute more popular one obviously, but it was Ziam that really SUCKED me in like a vacuum cleaner). Unfortunately, Liam's distasteful comments last year bursted my bubble about them (even though he has explained this year he wasn't in a good place, and i personally think they are okay with each other, even though still distant), but i still like to watch their compilation videos on youtube sometimes, it's quite bittersweet :')

6. Martian (Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber) (Formula 1)

honestly i feel i just dont put these two higher because they feel somewhat new to me, like i need to dive into them more. I just think its such a fun ship in the sense that it has a looot of things going on at the same time, their very public rivalry and the famous multi 21, mark's angry face at that one press conference, it could be so so angsty but they just make me laugh (also, the making love on track quote is now burned into my brain so in no way they could be out of this list).

5. Christian horner/Toto wolff (Formula 1)

okay okay this is the part yall realize im actually crazy. but... they DO have chemistry when they are interacting, even in their non-amicable moments, and i do love myself some good enemies to lovers. Obviously it helps that i think they both are very actrattive, sexy middle aged men that have hunger for victory and i believe they hold so much respect and admiration for each other, considering they are the two most sucessfull TP's at this point. Also, HEIGHT DIFFERENCE.

4. Versainz (Max Verstappen/Carlos Sainz) (Formula 1)

(i wanted to find that ONE gif where he lifts carlos a little so bad but this one will do) Oh, this one really rocketed fast into my favorites. I just think they are just so wholesome. I always feel Max is warmer towards a certain number of drivers, and Carlos is one of them. And i dont even ship them in a ... kind of way, even tho it makes sense in my head the narrative that both were each others "first's" before going into bigger ships. Its just that it feels so special that both debuted together as teammates and, both took different trajectories in the way their career planned out, but theres still a genuine connection between them, at least in my view.

3. Maxiel (Max Verstappen/Daniel Ricciardo) (Formula 1)

I know its weird because i dont really post about them. But this falls into the same category as versainz for me, except that here there's a kind of dynamic that it makes me go "hmm... interesting". I always like to see max smiling and being happy because this boy went thru so much in his childhood, and oh how Daniel knows how to bring this side of Max. If Max can be warmer to certain drivers, for Daniel he has a whole SOFT SPOT, and i think that's very endearing. IMO, Daniel feels like the person that changed him in deeper ways we know, that one person that was indirectly a "life teacher" to him maybe, and thats special to me.

2. Brocedes (Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg) (Formula 1)

Oh, the ANGSTY in this one. yes, this one deserves the ANGSTY in all caps because to me that's them. Oh to have lived through their divorce must have been heartbreaking but what a freaking cinematic ship this one is. I just can't ignore it. How it feels to me that Nico is the one who wears his heart on his sleeve, while Lewis has that chilling Capricorn control over his emotions is so. just so. And the fact that Nico's legacy is forever entangled in Lewis' name. If a movie screenwriter would come up with this, i'd think it would be overdramatic, but no, theyre actually this unhinged.

Charlos (Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz) (Formula 1)

how do i even start talking about these two idiots? Okay, so obviously i think they're both very attractive and that definetely helped me to ship them lmao. But thats kind of reductive, because these two have sooo much chemistry in my opinion, even before their ferrari days, there was so much potential waiting to bloom, and it did. I love their banter, their competitiveness, how they can get childlike around each other sometimes. How they are so physical, how they make each other laugh (let me not talk about their gazes to each other or i will not end this today). I love how Carlos doesn't hide he wants to compete with Charles (which brings him unnecessary hate sadly), and how both respect each other in this stance. There's a bit of angsty underneath this soft/fluffy surface too (more from Carlos' perspective imo - but lets not forget Charles and Silverstone 2022 too - this is my charlos angsty origin story), but they still find their way, and that kind of compels me even more into them. I just think theres so many layers, multitudes, in the way we can create, write and read about them. Absolute favorites.

Tagging @schumiatspa and @sainzjpeg 😊

obviously, feel free to ignore if you dont want to play, no hard feelings around here ❤, and also 7 ships are quite a work! if you're not tagged but want to make your list, feel free to do it and consider yourself tagged by me 😘

#tagging game #charlos #maxiel #brocedes #martian #versainz #christian/toto #ziam

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nevercomingoutofthecloset · 27 days

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this isn’t to dig on ur anti zutara post but rather start a discussion.

in my experience, the reason we zutarians don’t like zukka is because of the animosity we get from the fandom. we analyze the subtle details we are given because practically every zuko and Katara interaction in the show is because all of them save the first have some degree of zutara in it. their chemistry- be it platonic or romantic- is undeniable.

and yet, we are told by zukkas and kataangers that we are wrong for shipping the ship. a lot of zukkas sideline the women in atla- sokka is given a lot of Katara’s qualities that are stated in the show (ie: people claiming that sokka is the team dad when he literally confessed that he saw Katara more as his mother than his actual mother), mailee is just there (majority of the mailee fics on ao3 are just them being a side couple in zukka fics), and not to mention comradekatara’s posts from back when they were lesbians4sokka about Katara being homophobic. even if it was a joke, it was something that people took seriously. a lot of the same zukkas are the ones making fun of katara for talking about her mother’s death when that literally happened three times outside of the southern raiders episode.

dont get me wrong, I know that the zutara fandom was absolutely rabid in the early 2000s and that’s where we get our bad reputation, but the only time that we’ve had issues with other people in the atla fandom was when they interacted with our content and it blew up.

Honestly you make some points I agree and disagree with so I'll go one paragraph at a time

I do agree that some zutirans get hate that isn't deserved. I definitely think that a lot of the fandom doesn't like zutartians, I'm part of that group as well (for the most part). I also do think they have chemistry, but more in a way that's more like family rather than lovers.

I think the over-analyzing is a bit too much, I'm overwhelmed every time I see a zutara post. Obviously, some analyzing is okay, I sometimes analyze ships, but I feel like zutartians do it sm that it feels kind of annoying?? Maybe that's just me, but I feel like you don't have to analyze things just to justify your ship. Just ship what you like

I agree with the fact that zukka shippers tend to sideline women in fics. I've def read fics where katara is sort of villanized, and I definitely don't agree with that. A lot of the time, ppl prefer MLM ships to than WLW ship, (which if you ask me, is because ppl prefer male characters to female ones (*cough* misogyny *cough*)(though i dont think most of the misogyny is purposely done)) m 6

Idk if it's bc we're in different parts of the fandom, but I've never really seen ppl say that shipping zutara is wrong?? I've seen ppl say they don't like it, and why, but they always state that they don't care if people ship zutara and that they're only stating reasons they personally don't like it.

Perhaps it's because I tend to stay away from the more toxic part of the community because if I see smth I don't like I more often than not just scroll past. But I def believe that their are zukkas who are toxic, but I think some of that is just because ppl are toxic, no matter what fandom you're in.

I can't really speak on kataangers because while I do like the ship, I'm not really in that part of the fandom, so I'm not sure if ppl are unnecessarily mean to zutarians.

(Edit: nvm kataangers can be real assholes, I def believe that they're unnecessarily mean to ppl who dont ship kataang 😒😒)

As for the zutara Fandom in the early 2000s I can't really speak on that bc I didnt watch atla until I wanna say 2017 or 2018. So I don't really know what the fandom was like.

So yeah, that's kinda my take?? Idk I spent like a good while trying to figure out what to say 🤧🤧

#atla #zukka #kataang #anti zutara #im not gonna tag zutara cuz i dont wanna put stuff in zutartians tags if the post is about how i dont like zutara

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fool-who-dreams · 2 years

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little dirt-ball of happiness

summary:

Inspired by @yourallihave 's request!!

i dont know if you’re doing requests but if u do can i please req a peter parker x wilson! avenger! reader (deadpool)? except reader is only similar to their dad bcs of how good they are at killing people but they’re pretty awkward and shy so all the avengers freak out when they find out they’re deadpool’s kid through an interaction on the field? PLEASE have their weapon be a huge scythe 🤍🤍 feel free to experiment with this bcs i have no super clear idea,, thank you!!

“Hey!” You heard a cheery voice call right behind you. You closed your locker trying not to let your books fall to the ground before tuning around.

“Oh, hey” You replied, surprised by the presence of the cute, curly-haired boy in your chemistry class.

“y/n, right?” He asked scratching the back of his neck, his eyes fixated on the ground.

“yes.” You muttered as your cheeks heated up. You've had a crush on that boy since the beginning of the school year; he was your “permanent crush”, that one person that you’ll always like and that your mind always goes back to, even though you’ve rarely even spoken to the boy. “What can I do for you Peter?”

“Oh you know my name. That’s- that’s good. That is reaaally good.” He mumbled, mostly to himself. “Can I- do you- how- how are you?” He stumbled over his words a few times. If you weren’t blinded by the fact that Peter Parked was talking to you, you’d think the scene was almost painful to watch. “I heard you had the flu last week so you weren’t in class, but since you’re here now I assume you feel better, don't you? Do you- are you better?”

“I’m better, yes, I guess. Thanks for asking.” You chuckle. You felt confused and amused by the situation.

“I just-“ He paused before taking a deep breath. “So, when you were not here we were assigned projects in couples in chemistry class. It’s due in a few weeks, I figured we should start working on it, since you’re better and the flu is go-”

“Wo-wo-wo wait. So…we’re partners?” You asked, trying not to sound too enthusiastic (which you were) and also trying to keep your eyes from lighting up.

“Yeah, wait- haven’t I mentioned that?” He blushed from embarrassment for not having said the one thing he came here to tell you.

“No, but I figured.” You chuckled.

“So, should we start working on it like, maybe…after school?” His voice went lower in volume by the end of the question.

“Yeah, absolutely. Sure.” You replied, a little too soon.

“Great!” The biggest smile appeared on his face at your answer. “How about tomorrow? At mine?”

“Sounds good. See you tomorrow.” You waved as you turned around, starting to walk towards your class. You knew you wouldn’t have been able to hold your smile in for much longer, so you let it blossom the moment you turned your back on the boy.

Little did you know, so did he.

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“Morning old scumbag” You greeted your father, sipping your morning tea.

“Good morning to you, too, my little bundle of joy” Wade replied with a big smile painted on his face.

“I won’t be home for lunch today.” You informed. “I’ve got to work on a group project, we wanna get it over with as soon as possible.” “Alright. What kind of project is it? Maybe I can he-“ “Chemistry. Science. Maths. Whatever stuff you suck at.”

“Well, good thing it’s a group project then, because we both know you got that from me.” He sweet tone trying to take the focus off the passive-aggressive insult. It was your relationship. You loved each other very much, and that was just your weird, twisted way of showing it. If you’d ever be seen in public together you’d both probably get taken, or at least questioned, by authorities. And the sole thought of that made the two of you laugh every time.

Truth is, your father rarely left home as a civilian, he always did in his “superhero” costume. And you never were allowed to go out and fight, so you only ever left as y/n Wilson.

“C’mon, it’s late. I’m driving you.” Wade declared in a decisive tone as he grabbed the car keys and walked to the door.

“What- I can get the bus dad, thanks.”

“Why? What do you have to hide? Or even better, WHO?”

“Nobody! I just-“

“You have a boyfriend.”

“I don’t!”

He gasped. “You have a girlfriend!”

“I’m not dating anyone!”

“You sound rather defensive for a teenager who doesn’t have a-”

“OKAY BYE DAD, I’ll see you later.” You said, quickly getting your coat and walking towards the door.

“You’re ashamed of me, aren’t you?” His face fell a little to the (wrong) realization, which made your heart fall a little, too.

“That’s absolutely not it! I just- none of the other kids is driven to school, and I-“

“No, it’s fine, I understand. Who would want to be seen with a monster like me? You better go or you’ll miss the bus.”

You sighed, annoyed. “Fine. You can drive me.”

“YES!” He clapped his hands, opening the door. “Works like a charm every single time!”

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“There we are. Have a nice day and break up with whomever you’re dating because you’re under the age of 70, which is the right age to start dating.” He said in one breath with a mocking smile plastered on his face. He kissed your forehead before you opened the door.

“I’ll see you later.” You rolled your eyes playfully at your father. You started walking towards the school entrance.

“Hey y/n!” You heard Peter’s voice call.

“Hey, Pete!”

“So, are we still on for today?”

“Yeah, totally.” You smiled warmly, the same warmth that spread from you stomach to your face every time he talked to you. Your conversation was interrupted by your ringtone, so you quickly excused yourself to walk away and answer.

“What now, dad?" “Who is that?!”

“That who?” “The boy you’re talking to! I said no boyfriend, and you reassured me that-“

“Is that why you insisted on driving me this time?” You whisper-yelled on the phone, making sure Peter couldn’t hear this embarrassing conversation (little did you know, his spidey senses made it so that his hearing was way above average).

“Of course! Why would I do that then?”

“I don’t know, because New York is dangerous?”

“Oh no, I don’t worry about that. Isn’t your school Spider-guy’s territory? I like that guy, he has a nice costume.”

“Are you saying I cannot take care of myself?”

“Oh please, you could save the Avengers and their mothers from an alien-zombie apocalypse, and you know it damn well!”

“Ow, don’t make me blush now.” You giggled.

“Break up with him.”

“I can’t, because we are not together!” You said one last time before hanging up.

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“So, you’re saying that you’ve never seen Star Wars?!” Peter widened his eyes, making you giggle at his reaction.

“Never.”

“Get out.” He shoved you jokingly, trying to stay serious, but failing.

“Hey! You’ve never been to the Avengers Museum!”

“Those things are on two separate levels of importance, and Star Wars comes first. Star Wars always comes first!”

You giggled.

“This ice cream is good, isn’t it?” You asked, racing against the blinding sun to avoid wasting your food. “Thanks again, by the way. It was really nice of you to offer.” Saying this took all your strength

“It’s my pleasure. Glad you enjoy it.” His cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, which made you smile softly.

As you were talking, Peter stopped abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk. “Hey, Pere, is everything okay?” You asked, worried.

“Yeah, it’s just…I thought I’d seen something.” He dismisses, still looking rather confused and cautious.

“Are you sure? If it’s a bad moment we can reschedule for anoth-“

“RUN!” Peter interrupted you.

The two of you started running, as fast and far as possible. Peter was rather impressed by the resistance and constancy of your running: you looked like you could easily keep up with him, and he was a superhero. This made him feel relieved, though, because it meant that you were going to be fine and safe. Although, he knew you’d be safe because he had made a promise to himself to keep you safe (and happy) the day he had seen you smile for the first time. He couldn’t bear a day without seeing that spark in his eyes, which had soon grown to be the light to his own eyes.

Pete found it funny how he would always realize his feelings or have his deepest thoughts right these moments, when he knew there was nothing he could do about it, nothing but fight; fight to see the light another day, so that he could make it right. And with you, he wanted nothing more.

To be exact, he realized all this the second he saw you laying on the floor, hopeless and scared. Your foot had gotten caught in the menace that was about to frighten the whole city: creatures started arising from the ground. The closest definition for these alien monsters — or what the Avengers later on simplified the species as — was just “zombies”.

“Y/N! Are you alright?” Peter screamed, running back to you the second he realized he wasn’t holding your hand anymore.

“Not really” You joked.

“Oh my- it’s A HAND, your ankle got caught IN A HAND! God, I swear we’ll fix this, You’ll be free in no time, just-“ Peter started to panic as he tried to use his strength to set you free, but it didn’t seem to be working.

“Pete, why don’t you go find someone who could help, you’re pretty fast.”

“I won’t leav-“

“PETER THE REST OF HIS ARM JUST STUCK OUT OF THE GROUND” You shouted. “Please, find someone!” You begged him.

He looked deep in your eyes, then he nodded with determination and sprinted away.

“Oh sweetie, those nails…” You looked at the hand that was gripping your leg. “Let me fix that for you.” You commented as your hand reached the little pen in your pocket. The second you pressed the little button underneath it, it immediately revealed your loyal and beloved scythe. Before you knew it you were free from the strong grip, and an alien arm was laying on the floor.

You started running in the direction Peter had gone in. He had started running just a minute ago: he was fast but he couldn’t be too far.

Little did you know, Spiderman arrived as you left. He worried not seeing you there, but his curiosity won over his worry when he saw the arm detached from the rest of the body in the same spot you were trapped soon before. He knew you were free from that danger, but he didn’t know how many more traps were lying around.

“Hey Cap, there’s one of those alien zombie things here, but this one has a sense of fashion; in fact, this one’s wearing spandex.”

“Mr Stark!”

“C’mon Spidey, the big guys are waiting for us.”

As you were running you saw Iron-Man himself fly just above your head, closely followed by a web-shooting Spiderman! They were so fast, but you knew you could reach them. You could have been a hero after all.

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“I wouldn’t…mind…a hand over h-here” Spider-man said between breaths as he fought for his life, and for the life of his city.

“Yeah, I gotta agree with the kid on this one.” Sam replied through the earpiece everyone was wearing as he jolted in the air, trying to fight off as many bad guys as possible.

“I wouldn’t mind a vacation.” Nat said as her feet landed on the ground after kicking people in the air for over thirty minutes.

“And I guess he wouldn’t mind an ambulance.” Clint chuckled to himself as another one of his arrows landed perfectly in a bad guy’s leg.

Iron Man’s hands were shooting lasers all around while the turbo from his feet was able to keep him detached from the ground. “Hey Cap, how many asses are you beating per minute? Because I think I’m winning this one.” Tony’s metallic voice joked.

“Oh, shut up and fight.” A heavily-breathing Captain America scolded him, dismissing the matter as he kept on throwing his shimmering shield at whomever dared to cross him.

“There- are- too many” Peter said in between pantings.

“Hold on kid” Tony replied, also having a hard time, just like everyone else on the team.

Breathing heavily, you finally reached the flying heroes you had seen passing over your head a few minutes before.

“That’s amazing, they really look like they could use some help!” You squealed. “I probably shouldn’t sound so happy about it…”

You clicked your pen again and the scythe revealed itself again. “Here goes nothing” You mumbled before running towards the heroes. You started reaping the enemies like wheat. You freed the closest hero to you, Nat, then together you worked your way towards the others.

You were agile although you were never allowed to use your weapon. Whenever you’d open your pen, you father would get a notice and you knew he’d get to you in no time. Unless the car had no gas, in which case he’d take a bit longer.

“And who would that be?” Cap asked, astonished. “Tony, you have to stop recruiting 14 year-olds.”

“Hey! This one’s not mine! Kid, do you know her?”

“First of all, I’m almost 16! And secondly, just because we might remotely look the same age doesn’t mean we know each oth- HEY, BUT THAT’S Y/N!”

“Really? That is the sweet, shy, innocent y/n you never stop blabbering about in the lab?”

“Yes!”

“The same y/n that you are so afraid doesn’t and never will like you back ever and ever and ever until the end of times?” A mocking Tony asked with a smirk.

“So you do listen when I speak!”

“No son, we cannot hide when you blubber. There’s a really big difference.”

As you freed the heroes, you talked to yourself. “I cannot believe I am saving Tony Stark from the zombies!”

“Alright, but don’t make this a habit” Tony replied as you helped him.

“Hey, you don’t make it a habit!”

“I like this one.” Cap giggled.

“Have you seen a boy that’s roughly my age around here? He has with brown hair and hazel eyes, his name is Peter Parker and I can’t find him anywhere!” You asked between a hit and a kick.

“Mh, the name does ring a bell…” Tony smirked underneath his suit.

“I have!” Peter exclaimed.

“REALLY?! Where? Is he okay?”

“Yea, he- he’s great. You must be y/n, he was worried about you.”

“He asked about me?” That made your heart melt. Your sweet tone contrasted your determined and powerful hits.

“Seems like there might be some chemistry between you and this boy… What’s the deal?” Nat exclaimed, wiping her hands from the dirt that the arising zombies had polluted the breathing air with. Everyone exhaled: apparently the city was out of danger, as one could deduce from the thousands of motionless, disgusting zombie-like frames laying all over the streets.

A voice interrupted you right when you were about to speak. “The deal is that whomever this boy may be, he has to stay at least six foot away from you.”

“Dad!” You exclaimed, running towards him.

"Another man of spiders?" Thor asked, confused.

“Hi little dirt-ball of happiness” He hugged you. “Wait, what’s on your face? Is that a scratch?! Are you hurt? Alright, you lot are supposed to keep our people safe, but instead you hurt my daughter, how could you! Why am I even paying taxes if you all don’t even do your job appropriately?” He shouted without taking his eves off of your slightly scratched forehead.

“Dad, I’m okay.” You giggled.

“Yeah, and that’s not exactly how that works.” Clint stepped in.

“What do you-“ Wade looked in the direction of the voice and abruptly stopped talking. His eyes widened and he looked at you, then at the Avengers, going back and forth a few times. “Holy sh- are you guys the real deal? Are those the real Avengers? My daughter saved the Avengers?!”

“Yep. What’s up with spandex?” Tony mocked.

“Hey! This is not spandex, it’s actually a tailor-made imported Italian material!”

“We really need to thank you for your help y/n.” Cap’s voice emerged from the back of the group of superheroes. He smiled as he looked down to you, his hand proudly gripping on your shoulder.

“I- It’s my pleasure. I mean, not you lot getting attacked by zombies, that’s not a pleasure at all, but me saving you, that was a pleasure. Not that you needing to be saved it’s a pleasure, I- I should stop talking.” You blushed, embarrassed.

“Now it’s more like it” Tony’s visor revealed his face, and he smirked at Spiderman. “We’ve gotta go now, but thank you, kid.” Tony smiled at you.

“WAIT” Wade shouted, catching everyone’s attention. “I am dying to see your compound, please PLEASE, can I?”

After begging the heroes for a full 5 minutes, they agreed to let your father visit. You decided you’d rather go home and get some well deserved rest.

“Hey underoos, will you be a gentleman and make sure our savior y/n gets home safely?” One by one the Avengers thanked you and left. Everyone but Spiderman.

“Do you mind?” Spiderman asked shyly. “I mean, it’s the least I can do after everything you’ve done for me- FOR US, today.”

“Not at all.” You giggled. “Hey, can I ask you a question?” You asked after gently refusing the option of being swung home.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Did Peter really ask about me?”

“Oh yea, he seemed really worried, too. He said he came back for you but you weren’t there anymore.” “Are you sure he’s fine now?”

“Oh yea! Definitely. He seemed like a smart guy, I’m sure he’s okay.”

“I just wanna stop by his house real quick to see if-“ “NO! I mean- I’m sure he’s- he’s fine. Maybe he is in shock and needs to rest. You seem to really care.”

“I do. I do more than I care to admit, actually. But I don’t wanna bore the amazing marvelous Spiderman with my love life.”

“LOVE? ARE YOU- ahem, are you in love with this Peter guy?”

“Oh well” you blushed, realizing you said one too many words. “I- I might be…alright, fine, I am. But he doesn’t like me back I’m pretty sure, so there’s no point in even telling him.”

“OH, I BEG TO DIFFER” Spiderman laughed nervously. “Y/n, he likes you back. Trust me. I didn’t wanna tell you but we’re actually good friends and he talks about you all the times. How your smile lights up the room the second you walk in; how even in the darkest days you manage to make him feel loved and cared for; how you’ve never seen Star Wars, but are willing to fix your faults.”

You giggled and blushed at the same time.

“Trust me” He smiled from underneath his mask as he took your hands in his. “He does.”

“I am so sorry Spidey, but I have to go.” You smiled and thankfully squeezed his hands before running away. You quickly turned around to thank the red and blue superhero again but, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.

You then kept running in the direction of Peter’s house.

#spiderman #peter parker fanfiction #mcu peter parker #spiderman x reader #x reader #marvel x reader #spider web #spiderman fanfiction #fanfiction #mcu #peter parker #tony stark #captain america #Clint barton #wade wilson #wade wilson daughter! x Peter Parker #wade wilson daughter!#deadpool daughter!#deadpool

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lovincomets · 2 years

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pick a card: the things they want to say to you right now, in a little letter

hello hello hello! this is my first post and my first pick-a-card reading upon here, and i'm so excited! the theme today is black & white, which is not really my aesthetic but it looked really pretty! i'm gonna be doing this reading mostly on what my gut & instinct says, but i'll pull some tarot cards too! also, i'm a beginner on tumblr, so please excuse me for any mistakes, if i make any. thank you! (i do not own any of these pictures, credits go to google)

● please breathe in and out, and then choose, if you're confused between choosing. ● it's perfectly okay to be drawn to more than 1 pile. however, i suggest that pick the one by which you feel more drawn towards.

pile 1 -----> pile 2

pile 3 ----> pile 4 this pick-a-card reading includes :- ● a small and cute letter from the person you're thinking about. ● some channeled messages / things that came in my mind while writing your letter. ● a channeled song. let's start with the reading!

pile 1 dear love, it's been a long time since i've talked to you. every second without talking to you felt like hell. i've missed you so much. i kind of feel like you're ignoring me, are you? i hope not. i just wanna talk to you. please text me, it'll make my day. are you eating well and taking care of yourself? i'm really worried about you. you look sad these days. is everything okay? if not, just know that i'm always there for you and everything is going to be alright soon. my love, i miss you so so much. please talk to me. love you. ♡ channeled messages "i love your eyes", "princess", los angeles, the colour white, "you're my queen", "i love you", a guy looking at a girl with doe eyes as she talks to someone else. ♡ channeled song havana - camila cabello (feat. young thug) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- pile 2 baby, i'm still blushing. you have no idea how much i love talking to you, do you? you probably think that i don't like talking to you, or i dont care about what you say, but, i love it. i really do love it. all the little moments we have, when you're in my arms, when we're laughing and joking around with each other. i love it so much. babe, never ever doubt about my feelings towards you. they're real and i know it. even though i may not show it sometimes, you really do have my heart, my queen. ♡ channeled messages "la la la la la la", a slow mo video of a couple laughing and hugging each other, california (?), cherry by lana del rey, "i wanna kiss you", "let's cuddle". ♡ channeled song last kiss - taylor swift ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ pile 3 hi, i don't think we know each other that well, do we? well, you seem interesting. i would love to know more about you, talk to me the next time you see me. the last time i saw you, were you running? you looked really pretty with all that hair in front of your face, i don't know what i'm even saying, but i loved it. let's be friends, shall we? ♡ channeled messages a chemistry lab, "hey, who is she?", a school/uni/college, "yolo!", a pretty girl with bangs, a guy wearing a checked white shirt. ♡ channeled song can i be him - james arthur ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ pile 4 yo, (such playful energy!) i love you. i don't think you know that. you probably never will. we are so close, i love to tease you and make fun of you, we bully each other sarcastically, i love it. you're my bestest friend. i want to be more than friends, but i'm not sure if you would want that. i'm scared to reveal my feelings to you. maybe you would reject me. i'm not sure. i don't want to ruin this amazing friendship i have with you. i really love you. you as a whole are an extremely gorgeous human being. ♡ channeled messages texting on discord, laughing, "stop hitting me! (in a playful way), "you're so cute!", a tiny room, running on the baseball field. ♡ channeled song olivia - one direction

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