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justiceamberheard · 2 years

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Everything wrong with Johnny Depp.

1. MARCH (1989)

Johnny Depp, 25, was arrested and held in custody for three hours early Wednesday after police answered a noisy party complaint at a hotel in the West End section of Vancouver, where '21 Jump Street' is filmed. The trouble started when a security guard asked a group of people to leave the hotel and Depp allegedly then assaulted the guard. Telephones in the hotel lobby also were damaged in the incident. Depp was released after promising to appear in court April 12.

Actor Johnny Depp got off scot-free with an absolute discharge after pleading guilty in a Vancouver, British Colombia, court to an assault charge. Depp’s lawyer, Richard Israels, told provincial court his client regrets the incident. The lawyer said Depp overreacted during a discussion with the guard.

2. 1989

Jennifer Grey, Johnny Depp’s fiance: She said that Depp proposed to her within two weeks of meeting her and they got a pekinese-poodle puppy called Lulu.

He’d started missing his flights home to LA having overslept or, when he did come home, he’d be crazy jealous and paranoid about what I’d been up to while he was gone.

3. SEPTEMBER (1994)

JOHNNY DEPP, the star of "Edward Scissorhands" and "What's Eating Gilbert Grape" was arrested early yesterday and accused of smashing furniture and glass in his room at the Mark Hotel on East 77th Street, but officials said charges of felony criminal mischief would be dropped after he pays $9,767 for the damages.

Police Officer EILEEN PEREZ, who responded to a call by the hotel at 5:30 A.M., described the scene she found in Room 1410. "We opened the door and there was Depp sitting there, smoking a cigarette, cool and calm," she said. His girlfriend, the model Kate Moss, was with him, the officer said.

"There was glass all over the place and furniture upside down and broken table legs," she continued.

As he was taken to the 19th Precinct station house, she related, Mr. Depp said to another officer, referring to Officer Perez: "I don't think she likes me. But if she saw me at a mall, I bet she would ask me for an autograph."

"No, Johnny," Officer Perez responded, "I don't think so."

4. LORI ANNE ALLISON (1988).

Sources say he paid his first wife, Lori Anne Allison, $1.25 million to keep quiet after he allegedly left a long ranting message in which he repeatedly used the N-word. The previously unreported settlement was accomplished using fictitious names to avoid scrutiny, with Richard Green serving as the stand-in for Johnny Depp.

5. WINONA RYDER(1989-1993).

During the filming of Black Swan in 2010, Ryder was quoted as saying: "The scene where I trash my dressing room was my last scene. I remember my first boyfriend used to smash everything—at eighteen, everything is dramatic." While she doesn't explicitly name Depp, the timeline fits.

6. KATE MOSS (1998)

‘’I was with Kate, and I think he went straight for the romance jugular, shit like whether I beat her enough. I probably told him, ‘Yeah, she gets a severe beating.'”

7. ELLEN BARKIN (1998).

Mr Depp threw a bottle across the room in her presense. ‘’He is just controlling, jealous man.’’ Actress Ellen Barkin claims Johnny Depp always had 'an air of violence around him' (page 6, paragrapgh 17)

8. FEBRUARY (1999).

Johnny Depp was taken into custody after he scuffled with paparazzi outside the posh Mirabelle restaurant Saturday night, cops said.Witnesses told police that Depp exploded in anger as several lensmen tried to snap his picture.The bad-boy actor picked up a long wooden plank and began swinging it, threatening to bash the snappers if they didn’t go away, authorities said.Depp spent four hours in police custody before being released with a caution that if he blew up at photographers again, he’d be thrown in the slammer overnight.

9. APRIL (2012)

Johnny Depp is being sued by a 52-year-old disabled woman who says she was roughed up and humiliated by the actor's bodyguards during a concert back in December ... claiming Depp's hired muscle beat her up and tore her pants off.

A judge has dismissed the case -- finding Robin had no justification for filing anonymously.

10. AMBER HEARD (2013 - 2016)

Johnny Depp physically, emotionally, verbally abused Amber Heard from 2013 till 2016.

11. JULY (2018)

Johnny Depp has been sued for allegedly assaulting Gregg “Rocky” Brooks, a former location manager on Depp’s upcoming film City of Lies. In the suit, Brooks said that Depp punched him twice in the ribs. He also accused the actor of verbally assaulting him and saying he’d pay the crew member $100,000 to hit him back.

Johnny Depp admitted to GQ that he smacked the location manager. Then it was redacted.

#anti johnny depp #johnny depp #i stand with amber heard

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beardedmrbean · 2 months

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Authorities now say six of the migrants accused of jumping a pair of police officers in Times Square took off for California — and the group involved in the assault is being eyed in a larger conspiracy in which the immigrants use Apple Pay on stolen phones to buy cars and pools, police sources said.

In addition, immigration warrants have now been issued for several of those who fled, a senior law enforcement source said.

The violent group is part of a larger conspiracy involving other new arrivals in the city.

The migrants first steal phones from victims and then use Apple Pay and credit cards to make large purchases back in their home countries, the sources said.

“They’re buying cars back in Ecuador and Venezuela,” the police source said. “They’re putting pools in their homes there. All this money is going back and forth. That’s why the larcenies are going out of control. It’s unbelievable what they’re doing.”

They believe the activities are organized and gang related, but aren’t sure which gangs or crews are involved at this point, the sources said.

The gang Tren de Aragua from Venezuela is one of those being eyed in the criminal activity, the sources confirmed. Former NYPD Chief of Intelligence John Miller first reported on the link on CNN Friday.

Police have an idea of where the men are, but can’t pick them up unless they miss their court dates since they were released without bail, the source said.

The fleeing migrants were thought to have gone to a faith-based charity, who provided their bus tickets to the Golden State, but authorities now believe taxpayer money was used instead.

Big Apple migrants are given a special identification known as a “G number” when they arrive and are placed in the shelter system “to track them throughout the shelter system,” a source said.

They can use the numbers to get tickets to travel anywhere else in the US.

Cops are probing whether the Times Square migrants stole “G numbers” from others and used them to obtain the tickets. NYPD officers realized they’d fled when investigators recognized their images.

In all, seven migrants have been arrested so far in the assault, and sources said six more are being sought.

Darwin Andres Gomez, 19, Kelvin Servita Arocha, 19, Wilson Juarez, 21, and Yorman Reveron, 24, were released without bail and fled via bus to California, authorities have said. Three more have also been nabbed: Jhoan Boada, 22, Jandry Barros, 21, and Yohenry Brito, 24.

Brito is being held at Rikers Island on $15,000 cash bail. Boada was released without bail.

Within the last 24 hours, US Customs and Border Patrol have issued warrants for Gomez; Arocha; Juarez; Reveron; and Boada, a source said.

The officers were attacked on 42nd Street near Seventh Avenue around 8:30 p.m. after they were called to the area because of a robbery at an Aldo store there. Migrants hang out outside the nearby Candler Building and are known to rob handbags from the shoe store, the store manager there told The Post.

#nunyas news #illegals get held no bail #they have nothing keeping them here

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teenwolf-incorrectquotes · 2 months

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[Stiles is being interviewed for the FBI] Interviewer: I took the liberty of pulling up your high school records, and it says here that you're still a virgin. Stiles: It says that?! Interviewer: No. I just assumed, due to your many years on the honor roll and your membership to the juggling squad. Stiles: ... It's the Juggling Society, but it's fine.

#teen wolf #teen wolf incorrect quotes #incorrect teen wolf quotes #stiles stilinski #source: 21 jump street

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nanopathictendencies · 2 months

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Borderlands trailer was horrible... and great all at the same time.

It had a similar feel to the Fallout tv series trailer, which makes me apprehensive for the future of gamer movies (reminds me of the era where they were rebooting old TV shows like 21 Jump Street, CHiPs and Starsky & Hutch into goofy parodies of themselves).

If you're not intimate with the source material; it looks like a fun popcorner but if you are, the casting AND the character portrayals might turn you off from it.

Tiny Tina isn't as "caffeinated" as her in-game alter, Lilith isn't as young as hers and Roland isn't giving me Roland vibes. Knowing how the series likes to lean into dark humor, satire and absurdities; maybe this is intentional.

At least Cl4ptrap appears to be in game accurate...

#movies #trailers #borderlands

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞 || 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

“𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳“

Inspo: SYML - Hurt For Me Moses Sumney - Doomed

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Black!Male!reader

Summary: Sickness clung to the most precious. When given a chance to save your family the pain of losing you, would you let such an opportunity slip away for your own selfishness?

Warnings: Angst, sad fluff, and even more angst

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Exhaustion clung heavily to Natasha’s body like a disease. The soft cushioning of the couch and the warm fur blanket wrapped around her did little to prevent her from sleeping. But the candlelit gave a heavenly scent of Sandalwood and Coconut, which reached throughout the apartment.

She glanced down at the silver watch. The arms clicked with each second and minute that passed. Natasha sighed, letting her nails scrape against the leather strap softly. Staring blankly at the TV that played 21 Jump Street for the past 3 hours. How you could put up with the same series for the past year in a row was lost upon her.

But what her husband watched was the last thing she cared about. She was more focused on the fact that work had been keeping you as of late. Limiting the time she got to spend with you in your guys’ downtime. And with her job with the Avengers, the time you two spent together was already lower than she’d liked to admit. The life you lived was domesticated. You lived a normal life, you worked a normal job, you had a normal family, you lived what she wanted so desperately to have. So, these moments of experiencing it with you were all that she wanted with the time that she got with you before she would have to save the world or fight a brand new villain.

In spite of that, she couldn’t help but take notice that your job had become more demanding of you. With the addition of Tony being a childhood friend of yours, it became an often occurrence you came home drunk after a night out with the said man. It was becoming more and more concerning as to what was keeping you, but Natasha knew she couldn’t badger you with questions. It's bad enough that you have to try and pay bills, put food on the table, and take care of your guys’ daughter. You had to be there more than Natasha and she couldn’t hold it against you.

So, it came as a relief when she heard you enter the apartment with a soft sigh. Natasha turned halfway onto the couch, taking in your appearance that just showed how much time work had been taking over your life. The bags under your eyes, the sluggish movements, the quiet muttering as you blinked tiredly with a shake of your head. She was concerned but knew this is how you treated yourself even before the both of you met.

“How was work?” Her voice was like a sweet melody. A safe place of solitude where you knew her words would be the source of grounding you and reassuring you things would be okay.

You kicked off your shoes, blowing a raspberry as you tossed your workbag onto the kitchen counter. “It was as good as it can get,” you sighed, turning to the medicine cupboard and grabbing some Tylenol. “Alice fall asleep alright?”

Natasha got up from the couch with a chuckle. “She did,” she answered. “We watched Frozen for the hundredth time and got to talk about all our dirty little secrets.” Her arms wrapped around your waist, feeling your chest vibrate with that timbre laugh of yours washing over her. An unexpected laugh of her own slipped past her pink lips as she tucked her head under your arm.

Your arm wrapped around her shoulder as you dropped the small tablet into the glass cup filled with water. Humming in content of Natasha’s warm hands slipping under your shirt and rubbing your aching body.

“Thank you for taking time off from work to watch her,” you said. “I know you have an important job and all, I just couldn’t miss out on some of the charts Quentin needed for tomorrow.”

“Y/n, it was no problem,” she reassured. “I may not be her biological mother, but she’s my daughter nonetheless. We do what we have to to make things work. Today is no different from half the things you’ve done for me.”

The compromises you two made were enough to maintain this relationship. Sure, Natasha couldn’t show up as much as she did, but when she did, it made Alice’s world - as well as yours. Your guys’ lives shouldn’t have worked as well as they did. But here you two were. Thriving and living life the both of you were happy with. Yet, there was still a truth you hadn’t admitted to. The conflict was bleeding into your relationship and it was beginning to take its toll on you.

But until you finally would find the confidence to tell her the truth, you opted to hide it behind a smile that you were sure she could see through. “What have you been watching?”

Natasha scoffed, stuffing her face into the centre of your back. “What do you think?” She groaned when she heard you chuckle in amusement, tilting your head back as you drank the glass of water. “I can practically recite every line of every episode.”

“Well, then you can do that tonight,” you told her as the both of you made your way back over to the couch.

She raised her brows in surprise. “You’re staying up?” She inquired. “You don’t think you need some rest?”

Collapsing onto the couch with a groan, you sighed. “You stayed up waiting for me, this is the least I can do.” Your arms opened, inviting your wife to fill the extra space beside you.

Natasha did so, laying down in front of you with her back flush against your chest. One of your arms is tiredly wrapped around her waist with your other arm being used as a cushion for her head. It was these moments of relaxation with your wife that mattered. Where you could forget every little problem that gnawed at you and just be here.

“How was work?” You muttered, placing a kiss being her ear as Natasha hummed.

“Well, Tony is still a pain in the ass.” You couldn’t help but laugh. Hiding your face in her hair as she grinned like a child. “Am I wrong? He’s always annoying to deal with.”

“Yeah, but he’s always been like that,” you chuckled. “His dad was a smartass and it just transferred over. The small bit of Tony that is loving is from his mom.”

“Maybe he should inherit more of his mom's mannerisms.” Her comment had earned a tiny pinch on her stomach, causing the woman to elbow you in the stomach in retaliation.

Smirking in amusement when you groaned in pain. She grabbed your hand, pressing her pink lips to your chocolate skin with a tiny giggle. “You deserved that one, honey.”

A pained hum fell from your lips as you stuffed her face in her hair. Inhaling deeply as your eyes slowly grew heavier and heavier with each moment. You sunk farther and farther the more you breathed in her scent and allowed her to lay soft delicate kisses on your hand. Because time was ticking down and your decision to tell her about the unknown disease that had been ruining your life. Or keep it secret was still up in the air. Only furthering your likely hood to sleep and try to forget about it.

“Sleep, baby,” Natasha murmured, loud enough for you to feel reassured that you could relax with your lover. And soon enough, you fell into a deep slumber. An uneasy feeling in your stomach at the knowledge that had yet to be given to Natasha.

The streets of New York were as loud and chaotic as any other day. No matter the season or the world-ending event, this city never seemed to relent with how loud it could be. And it was unforgiving by the train you had taken to get to the Avengers tower.

But thankfully, you had shown up early enough that you didn’t run into anyone. Taking the elevator down to the underground lab that Tony had promised you was only a secret he and Banner knew of. And when you stepped out, you were greeted by the sight of the two men talking at the centre table. Many other ones harbouring tech that you had no intention of trying to learn or understand.

So, you walked past them and proceeded towards the two geniuses. Both were talking in hushed tones with Bruce hissing a response back to Tony. Only causing the billionaire to let out an exasperated breath, rubbing his brow. A sight you weren’t quite used to seeing when it came to your childhood best friend.

“What’s going on guys?” You inquired worriedly, alerting them of your eventual presence.

Tony slightly flinched, inhaling deeply before plastering a smile. “Nothing much, sport,” he said. “How’re you feeling today? Romanoff leave you high and dry like usual?”

You punched the man in the shoulder. “I think you forget I can still kick your ass, Tony.”

The man laughed sarcastically before placing an arm around your shoulders. “Come with me for a second.”

He leads you deeper into the laboratory and down a few hallways coming to a stop outside of a door. Tony punched in a four-digit code before the door beeped and slid open. The interior of the room was all wood, giving a warm and comforting feeling for you as you stepped inside. In the centre of the small room stood a desk with a screen in the centre of said desk with a glass window to the left of you. It was all black, obscuring what was on the other side.

“After a few scans recently, we’ve come to one conclusion on your disease,” Tony said, walking towards the desk. “The tumour has progressed further than anything me or Banner had ever seen before. And I think any doctor would say the same if you brought it to them.”

You frowned, letting out a quiet laugh as you shrugged off your jacket. “So, what are you telling me, Tony?” You inquired. “We can just remove it, right?”

Tony pursed his lips, bracing his hands against the desk. “As I said, it's progressed to a point where I can’t even tell you what it would result in besides that it's cancerous,” he explained. “It’s invaded the other tissues around your brain and it's slowly invading more each day. There’s no nipping this one in the butt, Y/n.”

It seemed like the world could be invaded by Chitauri again, and that would still be the last thing on your mind. There was a nauseating feeling in the centre of your stomach, causing you to swallow the lump in the back of your throat. Staring at your friend as you stepped to the side of the desk. “What are you saying, Tony?”

The man inhaled deeply, blinking rapidly as he sniffled. “The tumour has caused cancer,” he confessed. “Those seizures haven’t just been from you working extensive hours. It's been the tumour that has created an onset of a rare and unidentified cancer we don’t know how to combat.”

Tapping a few things on the screen in front of him, Tony looked up at the glass that once was black, now flushed away to show what was inside. And your heart sunk to the floor as you stared at an identical clone of yourself. Down to every little tiny detail, it looked exactly like you. No imperfections besides the ones from your past and present. You laid unconscious on a wooden chair, relaxed, with a small device on your temple that flashed white light.

“We made him as an option.”

You flinched, snapping free from your daze as you looked at Tony. “What do you mean?” You asked. “We can deal with this shit on our own. Why and how you made a clone of me isn’t what I want for my wife or kid, Tony. For you to go and do that is such bullshit and-”

“You are dying!” Tony’s yell made you shut up. Sucking in a harsh breath as you stared at your friend, who was barely holding it together himself. “You are dying Y/n, and there is nothing I can do about it.” Tony’s hands fell by his sides with an exasperated shrug.

The room was suffocating as you stared at Tony. He shook his head, motioning with his arms aimlessly. “But you have an opportunity here to save Natasha and Alice the pain of your death.”

“And you didn’t think of talking to me first?” You erupted, tears spilling from your eyes as you shoved him away. “What gave you that right? I came to you and Bruce wanting to know what was wrong. I didn’t seek you trying to make decisions for me.”

Tony frowned, a hint of offence evident in the way his face twisted in anger. “You think I like this?” He barked. “You think I like having to tell my friend he’s dying? Look around you, Y/n! This isn’t just about doing Natasha and Alice a favour - it’s about everyone else. Steve, Bucky, Wanda, Sam, they all care about you, man! If I let you leave here, tell them you’re dying, I feel like that’s on me because I knew I could’ve saved them from the pain.”

There wasn’t much of an argument you could put up against Tony besides the fact that this was your life in a discussion. Your wife, your daughter, your friends, they were your home and everything encompassing your life. Sure, your friends were important, but it was Natasha and Alice that mattered the most here. What would come for them if you decided to tell them or not.

Because what happened for their lives is what you cared for. How would things go for Alice? Would she just move into Avengers tower with Natasha? Would she still be able to get to school with you being gone? These were questions your mind couldn’t conjure up answers for. But you knew that if this clone of you had your memories and consciousness as you, then perhaps nothing would exactly change. It would just be that you were gone and this fake or brand new version of you would take your place.

“Do this with me and Banner and let life go on for your family,” Tony muttered. “Because the moment you tell Natasha what is happening, this opportunity is gone.”

The train ride was quieter than most days. You didn’t feel like your body was being sucked free of fresh air like you usually did. Perhaps it was the fact that you couldn’t give Tony the yes or no answer to his question yet. But tonight, there was going to be a party happening at the Avengers Tower and you were hoping then you could give Bruce and Tony the answer they needed.

Stepping off the train and almost in an instant, you felt your head begin to spin. A gasp left your lips as your legs folded beneath you. You tumbled to the ground as your body begins to seize and twitch. And it feels like only a moment later that darkness greets you before you are gasping for air. Looking around you, you find a few bystanders staring at you in absolute concern and fear.

On unsteady legs, you get up and try to get out of the subway as soon as you can. Hoping no one called 911 to come and save you. Not even caring to acknowledge the comments of concern from the people who had witnessed your seizure. Your chest rises and falls as you rush across the street, evading cars that nearly run into you. Soon, making it to your apartment building.

When you finally make it inside, you groan in pain as you kick your shoes off. There is the faint sound of giggling coming from your bedroom, and you feel the unconscious pull towards it. Edging to the doorway, you find Natasha and Alice standing in the mirror striking poses in their dresses for tonight. Faint music played from Alice’s tablet as they continued to act as models.

Despite your prior moment of inevitability, you smiled. Pushing the door a little wider and leaning against the doorframe, you watched your daughter break out into song. Natasha doing the same as she notices you and smiles as well.

Something about that smile felt the exact same as the day you met her right before Ultron tried destroying the Avengers. The way she found time to joke with you was by surviving you a beer. It all felt just like that.

“Look who decided to show up,” Natasha commented. “Looking like a mess as well. What happened?”

Forcing a smile, you waved your hand. “Nothing,” you replied. “Just took a tumble on my way here.”

“You have always been clumsy.” Natasha turned to Alice. “Did dad ever tell you about that time he thought we were being robbed, so when he rushed out of bed he face planted?”

“That sounds like dad.” Alice quirked with that childish grin of mischief.

“Okay, okay, let’s go,” you exclaimed. “I don’t need to relive that embarrassing moment.” You ushered the pair out of the bedroom and towards the front door.

Natasha leaned into your side, holding your hand softly with that warm smile of hers. But it's like she could sense that something was wrong. She’d noticed it before with your smile and how forceful it had been. It was one of the good and bad things she had achieved with the Red Room. Being able to read people like a book. “What’s going on, Y/n?”

Your lips parted to speak, but nothing came out. Just tell her - tell her you are dying and you don’t know what to do. Ask for her guidance and get her to promise to be there for Alice if she can’t love this clone of yours.

But you smiled, this one not as forced as the others. “I just love you so much.”

It seemed like Natasha took that as a viable response as she smiled as well. “I love you, Y/n Y/L/N.”

You, Natasha, and Alice drove all the way to Avengers tower. By the time you arrived, the party was already in full swing. Natasha had grabbed Alice’s hand, taking her towards Morgan who was with Pepper. You opted to go towards the pool table where Sam and Steve were playing.

For the first time in a while, things felt normal. You didn’t have your death in mind when laughing and drinking with your friends. And whenever you looked at Natasha from across the room, you saw her already watching you. Giving that beautiful smile and piercing your soul with those alluring emerald green eyes. She was painfully beautiful tonight with that silk dress clinging nicely to each curve of her body.

She always looked beautiful.

And somewhere in that time, you had found yourself on the helipad that broke off from the rest of the party. A cold beer in hand as you stared out at the city lights below.

“Thought I would find you out here.” Turning halfway, you found Bruce with that same uncomfortable, yet, comforting smile approaching you.

You sighed, using your free hand to briskly run up your caramel-toned arm with a sigh. “Wanted to get some fresh air,” you commented. “Just needed time to think.”

Bruce chuckled softly, rubbing his hands together as he stood beside you. “Big crowds like that, yeah, I understand,” he agreed. “Can’t stand it sometimes. Especially with Tony’s obnoxiousness.”

You laughed, nodding. “We can both agree on that.”

The two of you laughed, allowing this little moment to brighten the mood slightly. But it slowly disappeared as you looked back at the party. Able to see your wife dancing with your daughter to a tune that the wind howling around you prevented. They looked so happy. Unbothered by anything else going on in their lives.

Clearing your throat, you glanced at Bruce. “I can’t figure out what the right thing is here.” Bruce looked up at you upon hearing your words spoken in a low and unmistakable depressed tone. “I don’t know if lying to them is the better option over telling the truth.” Shrugging, you licked your lips. “I thought I had more time to decide I guess.”

The pain in your voice, the desperation for the next best thing was all Bruce could hear. He knew how much you loved Natasha. It wasn’t normal for such a woman to be tied down by a ring. Yet, she had been willing to do it with you. That said something itself without mentioning the other smaller details.

Sighing, Bruce shook his head. “There is no better option in this situation, Y/n,” he consoled. “EIther will have its positives and negatives - and neither I nor Tony can dictate what you want to do. But I can tell you that, in all the years I’ve known Natasha, I haven’t seen her smile as much as she has with you.”

You turned to the man, reaching for more comfort. “She is happier with you and Alice around,” he continued. “She talks about the both of you all the time. As I said, I cannot make any decision for you, but Tony is right in the fact that doing this will save them from the pain of your loss. They wouldn’t be the same with you being gone.”

With that, you looked back at your family. Watching how they smiled, laughed, and enjoyed this time of happiness while you were faced with two forks on the road. Yet, you believe you had already known the answer before you even realized it.

Birds chirped and the grass shifted with a soft gust of wind. The cliff face you sat upon gave a view of the ocean that reached as far as you could. No other sight of land in sight, just the isolation of life. Your hand grasped the hardwood exterior of a pencil as you brought the led carefully along the paper. Reaching to your left to thermos and taking a sip of the brewed coffee you had made hours prior to coming out here.

“There we go.” Lifting the pencil from the picture, you smiled at the picture of Natasha and Alice. Hoping that they felt and looked as happy as they did in the picture.

Placing the paper inside your book, you stood to your feet and went on the trek back to the old cabin. Walking through the forest where trees stood taller than the sky and the overgrowth of bushes and vines clung to every surface. The forever expanding green only further reminded you of the woman that you loved.

Entering the old log cabin, the immediate beeping alerted your senses. Walking to your computer in the living room and turn it on. The email inbox had only one recent file from Tony and it was of a video. Clicking carefully on the file, the application booted up and you pressed play.

The vision was given and you could see from the eyes of who you guessed was your clone. He walked from your office and towards the kitchen where Natasha was putting away dishes.

“Babe?” Your clone calls out to your wife, who glances up with a smile.

“What’s up?”

“Tell me you love me.” He says.

Natasha stares at him confused for a moment. “Love you?”

“No, no, no,” he chuckles. “Put some more heart and soul into it.”

“I could say the same about your cooking, but I’m not demanding any change.” Natasha quipped in amusement.

You couldn’t help but laugh. The faintest of stinging was evident behind your eyes as you stared softly at the screen.

“Come on,” he whines. “Come on. I want you to look me in my eyes and tell me you love me.”

Natasha stops for a moment, looking at him in the eyes. A soft smile etching onto her lips. “I love you, Y/n Y/L/N,” she says. “Always have. Always will.”

And just like that, the video stops and it's frozen on Natasha’s beautiful smile with her last words piercing the part of you that feels like it had been unfulfilled since you left. But it was her words that reassured you and comforted you in this time of loneliness and self-doubt.

And with just a whisper of air left in your lungs, you smile with tears running down your cheeks.

“Forever and always.”

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I played Your Last Day on Earth, and timed each section for 1 minute before moving on. Here's the final result.

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12:00. I woke up, and looked out through my window. Seeing the city so empty never feels right. It's even more of a corpse than those things, sometimes. It's... creepy. But in a dreadful kind of way.

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13:00. A flock of birds is blocking the sun right now. I'm glad there's still some life out here. I haven't seen anything alive that wasn't me since before it happened. Maybe it isn't so bad.

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14:00. I found a photo of the city in a backpack I found while scavenging through the pharmacy. It's recent, but instead of dreadful it's... almost peaceful. Like the stress of daily life had vanished, instead of far greater stress replacing it. I don't know why, but I put it in my pocket.

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15:00. There's music playing outside the store I'm in. Sounds like a poor quality speaker, or a siren, almost. I hear laughter getting closer to it. I need to hide.

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16:00. I was breaking into an old house when I heard barking. There was a dog there. How it stayed alive this long, I don't know. I'm glad I'm not the only one out here, though.

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17:00. Finally found some food in that motel. When I was looking around, the sky went completely dark for half an hour, pitch black. Terrified me. It feels like whatever caused this isn't natural.

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18:00. I'm a dumbass. The electricity went off today, and I never charged any backups. Total loss of information or direction. The only thing I have is a crusty old map so I can't leave the city now.

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19:00. There's a storm coming. Like, a huge storm. I would think it's a natural disaster, but something this size would've been forecast before the apocalypse, right? I need shelter. This convenience store around the corner might be a good idea.

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20:00. I wonder if this is the last sunset I'll ever see. It's depressing to think about it, but I don't think I have long left. I've not been feeling great, and the laughter is something I hear too often now. This might really be it.

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21:00. I smell something strong. Like iron. Strong enough to lead me to the source. I found a horde of them, in the street. Smiles on their faces. Laughter. I pray to whatever God is left that they didn't see me.

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22:00. There was a fire in the hotel I was sleeping in. I don't know why, but I got really angry. I didn't think I was strong enough, but I kicked down the fire escape door. I had boarded up the main entrance.

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23:00. I keep thinking about the day this happened. I don't know how, but it's like someone removed all of the details. I can only remember the screams. The laughter. I've been forgetting other stuff, too.

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00:00. I'm outside, sitting at a campfire I built. The wind keeps blowing and putting the flame out. I wish I paid attention in... did I do boy scouts?

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01:00. I'm not fucking alone. One of them is outside, laughing. I'm being quiet but it won't FUCKING LEAVE. This house is on the outskirts of the city. I keep hearing it knocking.

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02:00. It's silent now. I don't believe it's gone. That basta WINDOW BROK

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03:00. There was an earthquake, or something. That thing broke its neck. Good riddance. I think I broke my foot, walking doesn't feel right anymore. I feel awful, still. No surprise.

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04:00. There was a loud splatting sound. When I went to check what it was, it seemed like somebody jumped off a building. They looked crushed, but they still had a FUCKING SMILE. I can't take this anymore. I don't understand what makes them so happy.

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05:00. There was something in the air. Spores, I think. I think I breathed them in. My lungs hurt. It's getting harder to breathe.

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06:00. My last sunrise. It's so beautiful. I want to be hopeful, but I keep coughing up blood. I don't feel good anymor

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07:00. I think I saw someone. A normal person. I tried to get their attention, but I keep coughing. They ran, I think. The blood on my hand is pitch black.

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08:00. Rain. I don't care about getting sick, now. This journal is already covered in my blood. It's so hard to breathe. The rain is calming, but what's happening to me?

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09:00. I found another journal. It seems like it ended about a few hours before I found it. I just sat down and read it. It brought a smile to my face, for some reason.

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10:00. I felt somethig in my stomac, not normal. It hurts. I keep laughing. Iron scent

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11:00. Need ea t, hung r. am st arving cant stop smileing help me help me rotting

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12:00. sky dark a m laughin g ha h h a t chy where is everyon ?

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