#bc if im right. wilson is going to be FUCKED UP. and i will NOT have a fun time seeing that

[manitapaleta]

Rest in Piss, you will be missed

Mr. Lonely-Pepperoni

🪦 🍕

#dungeons and daddies #dndads s2 #dndaddies season 2 #lincoln li wilson #scary marlowe #normal oak #normal oak swallows garcia #taylor swift #taylor swift dndads #marco li wilson #willy stampler #my art #poor marco does not have a clue to wtf is happening actually #he’s that one tiktok audio YOU SHUT UP. IM SO FUCKING SCARED RIGHT NOW. #started drawing this as soon as the ep ended and i relistened like twice #now to draw some soft and tender marco and grant bc i feel sooo bad for marco #he’s abt to get some bad news once the kids go back to daddies and find his hubby all beat up 💀

[superhell]

I don’t like these dots. i do not like the picture i am being painted

#PLEASE let me be wrong dear lord i am begging let me be incorrect. do NOT confirm my theory #ok i have this thing paused rn at 10:53 heres my prediction. house and amber went out to grab a drink to try and sort their catfighting out #they got on a bus (do not know why) and having reached some sort of agreement or something resembling friendship #the writers hit the bus with another large vehicle. given that house is the only one of the two ive been shown. #i am forced to now hypothesize that amber. either did not make it or is in such bad shape shes no longer recognizable. either way #i do not think she will live through that. I do not want this to be correct no one say anything one way or the other until im done #once again PLEASSEEEE let me be wrong i do not want to be right #house #house md #amber volakis #hatecrimes md #bc if im right. wilson is going to be FUCKED UP. and i will NOT have a fun time seeing that #so. let me be wrong #and do not say ANYTHING that could indicate one way or another if i have to know how this ends. i will cry

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

PROPAGANDA

ALEX DEWITT (DC COMICS)

1.) The term “fridging” is literally based on Alex and what happened to her. She was killed off violently by a bad guy trying to get at her boyfriend only a couple issues after she was introduced (making it obvious they only brought her in to kill her off for shock value). Her death did very little to the narrative other than hurt her boyfriend Kyle and was done in an exceedingly horrifying and violent way. (Bad guy came to the door with flowers and threatening note, broke in and attacked her, choking her to death, before [off panel] chopping her body up and sticking it in the refrigerator as a “surprise” for her boyfriend. This obviously is really fucked up and she deserves better and should win this actually (a vote for Alex is a vote for all fridging victims [in spirit])

2.) It doesn’t get much worse than being the character whose death originated the “fridging” trope. In Green Lantern Vol. 3 #54, Kyle Rayner comes home to find that Alexandra, his girlfriend, has been killed by the villain Major Force and stuffed into the refrigerator.

Alexandra DeWitt is the character whose misogynistic treatment coined the term where a character, usually female, is killed off purely to make the main character, usually male, feel bad. Even if there are other characters who have been subjected to similar levels of misogyny, Alexandra DeWitt’s treatment has been essentially immortalized.

3.) I know she’s not going to win but shout out to my home girl, literally the trope namer for women shoved in fridges. All anyone ever knows about her is that she was Kyle’s girlfriend and got murdered for his character development, even though she had plenty of potential to be her own character.

AMBER VOLAKIS (HOUSE MD)

1.) Holy shit thank you for reminding me about Amber. Her nickname that almost everyone calls her to her face every day is Cutthroat Bitch. When she & Wilson start dating there are so so so many jokes about her keeping his balls in her purse & having him whipped & etc etc just bc she’s assertive & confident. & then the whole two-part episode where they fridge her (which is. not quite house’s fault directly but he definitely contributed to it) they make it completely about house & wilson & maybe 2% about HER. I’m still mad forever

2.) After being fridged, she does show up in later seasons! As a hallucination. She shows back up to be the devil on House’s shoulder when he is hurtling towards a vicodin-induced breakdown. Literally only shows up to steer him into making bad decisions (including almost killing Chase (allergic to strawberries) by inviting him to a party where the stripper is wearing strawberry scented lotion that sends him into anaphylaxis)

3.) im so glad someone else submitted amber because she fits so well for this poll but i couldnt get my words out right but im going to try again anyway. i think an important aspect of how ambers character is treated and written for the audience has to do with if a man did what she did, hed be opportunistic and ambitious, if not a bit of an ass, but because shes doing it it makes her ‘bitchy’. “cutthroat bitch” “coldhearted bitch” etc is practically her canon alias at this point by how much she is referred to that way rather than her name. she is probably the most humanized out of wilson’s canon relationships and its mostly because theyre paralleling her to house. she deserved so much better she deserved the world and more

#polls #round 2 #week 3 #new

[fizzy-tizzy]

Headcanons for all the survivors gender/sexuality

Wilson- Just Kinda decided he was gonna be a boy when he was like 8 and his dad was so desperate for an heir that didn’t want him dead to rights he just kinda let it happen. would fuck anyone but at the same time is not interested at all

Willow- Butch-ish but more in a tomboy kinda way. genuinely likes wearing skirts and more feminine clothing but doesn’t really think she deserves to? if that makes sense? (She doesn’t really feel like a genuine legit girl) hardcore lesbian.

Wolfgang- Very traditionally masculine but in the “My job is to protect and take care of everyone” and not the “im a man so I can do whatever I want” type way. Gay but could totally be in a lavender relationship/marriage and have no problems w/ it

WX-78- Born a cis female, figured out early on that wasn’t right but couldn’t change it until they were an adult. Transed their gender but then figured out being a male wasn’t right either. eventually found someone who felt similarly and abandoned their flesh for the machine. solidly aroace. they’re triple a (agender, asexual, aromantic) just like batteries

Wickerbottom- cis female and “traditionally” feminine, has never felt the need to explore or question it. Used to be married to a man who was secretly gay and looking for someone similarly emotionally unavailable. He has since passed but left wicker a small fortune so. alls well that ends well ig

Wes- kind of a stereotypical femme twink. The kinda gay whos loud and proud and will hit you with a brick if you have a problem with that. feels obligated to help the others try and figure themselves out- esp the ones who are more in denial abt it

Maxwell- I think the idea that max is trans and Jack is cis and they turned out looking the exact same is hilarious. Technically the only ppl who knows he’s trans are jack and charlie- their parents just think he’s a masculine woman and everyone else knows him as a man. Bi and so so weak for bears and gently bossy women.

Wendy- Non-binary but still in the process of realizing it. Does not give a single shit abt romance but would totally be qpp with Webber once they know what that means.

Woodie- Probably Not Cis but has too much religious trauma to even dare questioning himself. He’s like JUST accepted the fact that he’s gay (still thinks hes going straight to hell but we’re working on that) so ynknow baby steps. baby steps. Deffo has a shit ton of body dysphoria due to the wereforms tho

Webber- Since spiders work a lil different in the constant (probably more like bees) there are like three genders Webber could potentially see themselves as. Drone, warrior, and queen. During his childhood he thinks of himself mostly as a drone but as he gets older and his sway over the spiders increases they’ll shift into seeing themselves as more of a queen. But other that he’s pretty much whatever non-spider gender is most convenient. Definitely bi.

Wigfrid- her gender is… strange. What she outwardly presents is her character’s way of presenting herself so ig I see her as kinda fluid? Idk valiant-valkyrie if ur reading this you can probably do a better job of explaining it. you are the defacto wigfrid authority. Definitely lesbian but once again will do whatever the role requires

Winona- Solidly butch lesbian. Definitely a caretaker and a protector but in the butch kinda way and not the femme kinda way. if that makes sense.

Wurt- Butch but hasn’t really realized it yet. does not think human genders apply to her bcs she’s a merm and will 100% be king when she grows up. baby lesbiab. her and wilba’s eventual union shall bring peace to the pig/merm kingdoms once and for all

Wortox- human genders do not apply to him. They are whatever is most convenient at the time. Fluid like loki and bugs bunny.

Walter- if xenogenders existed back then he would totally be like pupgender/buggender. Non-binary but has no problem being called a boy/man. Would be fine with any prns but people have only ever used he/him for him. Probably going to be a monsterf*cker when he grows up.

Wormwood- He is plant. Plants have sexes but no genders and wormwood is intersex anyway but they kinda just chose the first option presented to him once he found the others. Loves all but has absolutely no interest or idea about non-plant reproductive activities.

Walani- Yknow that “as a girl who’s a gross dude men who are fancy ladies are my best friends”? Yeah that’s her and Warly. she’s the emotional support golden retriever to warly’s high-strung cheetah. Lesbian but like. endearingly loser lesbian who’s only ever smooth when she’s not trying to be.

Warly- as mentioned before he is very much a guy who is a fancy lady. Would probably do drag if he had the chance and would 100% be the baddest bitch who makes all the men question their sexuality. Gay and european.

Wanda- doesn’t have time for all that gender questioning bullshit she just wants to kiss women.

Wheeler- Solid futch, leans more feminine or masculine depending on the situation. Woman-leaning bisexual, has probably fucked someone wife and inadvertently caused a divorce.

Woodlegs- pretty solidly cis male but 100% an embarrassing old gay grandpa. Doesn’t know much abt the terminology but is incredibly supportive and was definitely a homewrecker back in the day. Probably got out of at least one arrest by seducing the naval officer meant to bring him in

Wilba- high femme and definitely a baby lesbian. I do really like the idea of her being trans just because why not so why not. She and wurt are fat femme x fat butch once they grow up

Wagstaff- born as a girl but realized he hated it and made attempts to transition early on. Eventually ran away to America to fully transition. Non-binary too but hasn’t realized it yet and just thinks that everyone feels weird when someone calls them mr or sir. men-liker and old man yaoi certified

Wilbur- yes I’m doing the monkey. Gender is a strange concept to him, so he just kinda calls himself male bcs apparently he is? He doesn’t really understand it but it seems to be pretty important in human society so he’ll do it if it means he gets respected as an actual person and not just some sideshow.

#fizzy rambles #don’t starve #dst #dst wilson #dst maxwell #dst willow #dst webber #dst wx78 #dst wendy #dst wes #dst wickerbottom #dst winona #dst woodie #dst wortox #dst wormwood #dst warly #dst walter #dst wanda #dst wagstaff #ds Woodlegs #ds wilbur #ds wilba #ds walani #ds wheeler #dst wigfrid #dst wurt #dst wolfgang #once again tagging eveyone bcs fuck you baltimore

[strawberryblondebutch]

i know kirby's childhood hero was sidney, but who do you think would be her favourite players nowadays? what about sam and tara? (bonus points if you talk about what you imagine their play styles would be bc im rly interested by that and idk what hockey positions do :3)

Oh hell yes, oh fuck yes. It’s time for me to infodump! For the purposes of this exercise, I’m going to limit everyone I mention to NHL players, because I don’t think I’d be able to accurately talk about women without just going “oh yeah everyone is in love with Hilary Knight and Emily Clark.”

Kirby was always undersized (even by women’s hockey standards, they usually tend to be about 5’4”) and her puck vision meant that, while she played on the wing, she was more of a playmaker than a sniper. Most of her points were assists, because she had this insanely good eye for setting up her teammates’ goals. Her favorite active player, obviously, has to be Claude Giroux, because all the underlying analytics say that he’s elite, but he’s not as flashy as his peers like Crosby and Ovechkin, and he’s also on the smaller side. She also has a bittersweet appreciation for Leon Draisaitl, because Drai and Connor McDavid’s relationship reminds her of what she and Jill were supposed to be. Leon works to set up the quicker, flashier McDavid as he snipes a goal.

Sam is more of a traditional power forward, someone who uses her size rather than her speed or stick handling to make the game bow to her. People are scared of trying to take the puck away from her because they might go flying across the ice. She plays at center so that she can take faceoffs and because she gets a wide berth in the center lane, allowing her to pass or shoot without being hounded. She absolutely adores Matthew Tkachuk – he’s talented, he’s physical, and he has never shut the fuck up for more than maybe five seconds at a time. She also likes Nazem Kadri as another unfairly-maligned power forward, and she’s sort of the yin to Tom Wilson’s yang – he plays the heel on the ice and is the nicest guy off it, she tries to do the right thing in games and then runs her mouth at the postgame presser.

Tara I think was also a winger, mainly because she knew that Sam played at center and she wanted to play on the same offensive line as her big sister. But, even though she wasn’t a defensewoman, she was definitely more of a defensive forward. She fits the Noah Cates mold – on the scrawnier side, but making up for it by creatively moving the puck around her bigger (and thus slower) opponents. As for her favorite player, she has excellent taste and loves Jason Robertson. His vibes are immaculate.

#answered #two minutes for slashing au #i had so much fun with this one #i love talking about hockeys

[salted-caramel-tea]

alright my boyfriend and i FINALLY watched kahmunrah rises again and here’s our (my) final thoughts

spoilers under the cut

alright let me preface this by saying i KNOW this is a kids movie and is supposed to cater towards kids but i am a whore for night at the museum it was my favourite growing up and it’s my favourite now sono want to say as a viewer these were my honest thoughts being such a big fan of the og movies

CHARACTERS

only gonna talk about main and new characters tbh

nick

i was so lost tbh bc i’m not mad about joshua basset but the writing is what threw me . was t nick supposed to be going to college at the end of secret of the tomb ?? how is he back in high school in this movie ??? the summary says it takes place years after secret of the tomb so i’m a little lost about how old nick is supposed to be at this point

sacagawea

i love that they’re pushing her i to the foreground of this film i really wish she got more time in the first three movies and we learn so much more about where she comes from and shes such a bad ass in this film and the friendship with joan is great showing kids powerful women being friends with powerful women but . her vibe just felt so different. just different . a lot more casual a lot more modern american .

teddy

am i the only one that felt teddy was … dumbed down . like they tried to make him a himbo almost . he just wasn’t as likeable in this movie and it’s nothing to do with the actor it’s the writing just feels meh .

joan

i love joan of arc so i was excited to see her in this film but … they just kind of out her in with no context . i wouldn’t loved if they gave us some more background on her like when she was added as an exhibit or something just . it just launched us into her character and i wanted to know much more about her

miniatures

this is nothing against the actors talent im just . the vibe was not there at ALL. that being said they were simultaneously more and less fruity in this film.

but he sounded like an owen wilson impersonator . jack whitehall made octavius sound like his name is hugo. not a fan of their characterisation at all tbh WHY IS JED GINGER

seth

actually not mad at this character i see how it’s entertaining but it feels AWFULLY similar to napoleon in battle of the smithsonian .

the rest of the characters felt rather unremarkable tbh . i was gonna comment of kahmunrah but i literally have nothing to say

plot / continuity

it felt like they just kind of mashed all three films together if i’m honest . it just felt like a different version of battle of the smithsonian . the battle at the end in particular was VERY reminiscent of the fight between kahmunrah and larry . and the miniatures adventure feels like secret of the tomb again .

also in terms of continuity whats larry’s story wasnt be a teacher at the end of secret if the tomb ?? now he’s working in japan ?? also the tablet was supposed to train in london if the tablets there where’s ahk??? they were both in loan from the british museum as part of a touring exhibit at the end of secret if the tomb ??? also how does kahmunrah just pick and choose when things come to life in the first three films it was just evrything within a certain radius ???

also texas wasn’t part of teddy’s display but did appear randomly, and sacagawea had a horse but lewis and clarke were gone . and mcphee knows the secret of the tablet at the end of the trilogy so why did they revert and make it known that text cannot move in front of mcphee .

and girl this tablet can do anything . “ye olde ipad” <- my boyfriend

even the jokes in this one didn’t land as well . i’m fully aware the plot doesn’t exactly like up between the first three movies but this one just felt unoriginal and unnecessary as an instalment into what was a great movie trilogy .

the end of secret if the tomb was emotional and heartfelt even if larry made out with a fucking monkey, changing that just doesn’t feel right . i just didn’t feel like i was watching night at the museum .

#night at the museum #natm #kahmunrah rises again

[lettersformiah]

9:19am, 8 aug

hi bubsy <3 i love you so much im in english right now and it so fucking boring. like we are just filling in the table of language features n shit and i do not care at all. mrs wilson didnt call my name on the roll so i hope she at least marked me present. but i hate her and i hate this class. thankfully only like 2 more terms of it to go ^-^ omgosh i just thought of it! today si the day you get your flowers >:] which means i cant upload this letter until after you get them and text me about them so i dont spoil the surprise! but yeah hehehe >:D i got some flowers sent to u bc obvs i cant cant get you any and i think you deserve some <3 im so sorry we havent been spending that much time together, its so fucking hard online bc i am so tired after work and dance and even just plain school and then when you are busy we cant call until late and by then im already so sleepy. i am very very sorry its so fucking hard recently but i still enjoy just sitting with you when i can. youre very very very lovely and i hope the flowers make u happy <3 mwahmwhawmahwmhamh other than that! i have a headache! but i get to hang out with kealan for a bit after school and chat so that will be nice bc i havent talked to him for like a few weeks? like properly talked ig? yesterday was mainly maya and leo chatting so i havent really hear about his life in a hot minute. thatll be fun. unless its raining then it absolutely wont be. oh! my dad is sick :( was a bit ill yesterday but this morning was even worse and didnt go to work. poor fella. i hope he feels better soon but at the very least i hope he doesnt give it to me bc as much as i hate it i do actually want to make it to gisborne this weekend. omg! my bday is saturday. so fucking weird. im gonna be old :D and our 6 month is tomorrow!! so the flowers are also for that, even though that wasnt at all what my intention for them was. they are bday flowers, anniversary flowers, and simply flowers because i love you. :D ! hehehe i love you soso smuch babba. i still have half an hour of this fuckin class left and my head achy and shit :( but ignoring that, the rest of my day will be all good and im excited to judt get home and eat bro. like i want a munch on the risotto and my chocolate and i want to talk to you. and then i have to deal with dance which will suck but this week i gotta actually go both days and im gonna try my best to enjoy it and be okay :D okok im gonna text u and tell u i wrote a letter so that u can remind me to post it after school. i love you!

i lub u so much and ur so so pretty and i cant wait to be able to give u a lil kiss on the cheek while ur sleepin cause ur sosos cute hehehhe >:D okok talk soon talk soon please wake up soon its unbearable without u <3 mwahwmahmwahmwah

-mads<3

#letters

[indouloureux]

hung up on you

peter parker x reader

summary: you and peter parker are left to deal with the aftermath of the snap, both grieving in your ways that includes inconsequential bickering and redundant jealousy. what happens when you get hurt during an unexpected mission and he's left to take care of you?

word count: 8, 729

warnings: enemies to lovers! mentions of grief, thanos' bullshit, knives and guns, violence, and someone's throat getting split open. reader uses she/her bc this is one of my old works and ive yet to study the usage of second pov back then so im sorry 😭

a/n: i wanted to write a fic about how peter didn't get blipped bc poor baby did not deserve that honestly. this fic includes wilson fisk, during the times he hired the ronin (as mentioned in hawkeye?), akihiko is here too, the person ronin killed in endgame. i wanted to try something new so here it is! ava orlova is an original marvel character and i do not own her.

MASTERLIST

༻✦༺ . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ . ༻✧༺

“Any plans for today? Or are you just going to sit in your bedroom reading a book on how to lose your virginity?”

“Hm, and you? Pushing eggs out of your stick-covered ass, insect?”

She pivoted her right arm. Peter swerved, panting as he bypassed her punch. She wasn’t convinced if the blush on his face was from the sweat he got from training too hard, or if he was flustered at her spider joke. Either way, it was amusing to see his ears turn red.

“For the last time, (y/n), I don’t push eggs out of me,” he stammered on his words, huffing. She chortled, brooking advantage as she drove downwards and swiped her leg beneath his, striking him down. “Ah, fuck. You hit like a girl.”

“I am a girl.”

“Really? ‘Cause last time I checked penguins don’t look like that.” He affronted, pushing himself back to his feet.

The groan that fled his parted lips when she punched the bridge of his nose using her uncovered knuckles assembled an impish smirk on her face. “And last time I checked, Spider-Man dodges punches.”

“I was just beginning to stand up,”

“Still.”

Peter took benefit when he caught her withdrawing the other glove from her left hand. But (y/n) was swifter, precluding his punch with the base of her palm and directly aiming for his unprotected stomach.

“Give up yet, Jabba?”

“Not a chance, Yzma.”

She headed toward him, vaulting and kicking him mid-air. But he seized her leg, hauling her to the ground. The impact rendered her a gasp, witnessing black spots in her vision from how badly she struck her head.

He bent down, legs on either side of her, squinting his eyes. “You alright, sunshine?”

Groaning loudly, (y/n) snagged both her legs around his neck, ploughing her heels harshly on his back and flipped him over so now she sat on his chest. She grasped his shoulder, positioned it between her legs, spreading down obliquely beside him, tautening on his arm.

“I’m grand, Spider-boy.” A harsh laugh followed. “Tap out, bitch.”

(y/n) may have underestimated his potency because he lifted her using the arm she harbored against her chest Broadening her eyes, Peter unexpectedly collided her down once more on the mat, allowing himself to hover over her and stapling her arms down to the ground with both his hands.

His chest upheaved laboriously, damp curls dangling from his forehead while he stared at her vehemently with a smirk on his facade, hands seizing her wrists in nuanced coarseness.

“Not a chance.”

With a scowl, her knee aimed for his crotch.

He let out a bitter cry, hands plugging down his genital region. (y/n) stood up, wiping her hands on her thighs; moving her hair out of her face.

“Not fair, Yzma,” he wheezed, forehead on the ground. “Not fair.”

She threw his towel at him. “No. What’s not fair is you using your weird super strength on me, Parker.” (y/n) placed her hands on her hips, bending down to smile at him. “Too afraid to let everyone know you got your ass handed to yourself by a girl?”

“Alright, that’s enough.”

Peter glowered at her as Natasha descended underneath the net, proffering both of them bottled waters. “(y/n)’s right, Peter. You shouldn’t have done that.”

“I- she punched me in the face while I was standing up! That was unfair. And she was ungloved!”

“No, that was strategy.” (y/n) spoke aloud. “Never wait for your enemy to recover, Jabba. Or else you might have an unfair advantage.”

“No, neither of you were fair,” Natasha commented. She pointed at (y/n), an arm crossed on her chest. “You punched his face without a glove.”

“It’s training, isn’t it? He’s gotta know what it feels getting punched in the face without a glove.”

Natasha sucked her cheeks in - a semblance of aggravation, although she retained it in, availing herself in toleration. “If it were training, both of you would know better than to not follow my rules. I’m assuming both of you came here to resolve some petty fight?”

“It wasn’t petty,” Peter grumbled. “She ate my sandwich. And hey, I’ve been punched in the face without a glove before.”

(y/n) groaned, turning to face him. “You wear a mask, Parker, it doesn’t feel the same. And for the last time, it wasn’t me that ate you’re god damn sandwich!”

“I come back home to help and this is the thanks I get? Babysitting?” Natasha whispered to herself, massaging her temples. (y/n) flipped Peter off, dipping beneath the net to clasp her own towel, patting the sweat off. “Anyway, I came here to stop you guys. Mission in 20.”

“Wait,” (y/n) jogged her way to Natasha, giving her a confused look. “Mission?”

Two and a half years ago the entire population of the universe got demolished in half. She witnessed the people around her shift into dust, get frittered away by the wind and by far it was the most cataclysmically mortifying thing she had to encounter. (y/n) had been in Wakanda when it ensued, reaching her friend instantly but when she left five voicemails she knew they were one of them.

Since then, the only people she had left in her life were the remaining vigilantes on Earth.

(y/n) wasn’t the one to grieve but she did – she had lost the only person she had left in her life.

During her times of affliction, she had lost hope – lost hope in herself; to the people around her. And if she had lost hope, she thought maybe that it meant everyone else did too. So (y/n), aside from presuming about how alone she currently felt, figured criminality would stop, with the world hopeless.

The only thing that held her up and made the world feel ordinary even for a split second at sullen junctures, was her endless puerile altercation with Peter. It was a shocker, and she felt vexed about it because it was true.

Crime did stop, nevertheless. The world felt despairingly amicable with corruption gone, and it left some of the people to think that Thanos’ sadistic, genocidal plan was for the greater good. With the lack of missions, it left the vigilantes, and (y/n), stuck inside the compound helping those in need instead of fighting and protecting that they used to accomplish.

Up until now.

“Yeah,” Natasha answered her. “Mission.”

“No one’s done crime in two years, Nat,” she mumbled. “What could they possibly be doing?”

“That’s what you think,” she replied. “Remember a couple months ago where you would always ask me why I always stayed in the surveillance room? And I said a bunch of murders started occurring, but you were too drunk to function?”

Natasha gave her a long stare, eyebrows raising. She stared back, pondering what she might have meant until her thought clicked into one person Natasha searched for in her sleepless nights. “You don’t think…”

“I found him,” she sighed. “I caught Intel from Mexico. This is it, (y/n).”

“What’s going on?” Peter approached the two of them and for the first time, she didn’t roll her eyes at his arrival. Instead, she pursed her lips.

“Natasha found the Ronin who she thinks is Clint.” She squinted her eyes at Natasha. “Which is impossible because no one has seen Clint in years.”

“No way,”

“Yes way,” Natasha began walking away from them, in which the two followed suit. “We haven’t heard from him since he got home arrest. And like you said, no one has seen Clint in years. None of us are sure if he blipped or not. And as for the Ronin,” they arrived in the living room, where Natasha mostly spent her time. Her finger swiped over the sent surveillance video, widening as it hit the center of the screen. “I know a Clint Barton when I see one.”

It was the Ronin, in Mexico, sent two hours ago, killing another group of rebels.

But something felt off.

“I don’t know, Nat.” she whispered. “It’s…I think it’s too dangerous. Going after him, I mean.”

“Too dangerous for you,” Peter mumbled, and she shot him a glare.

“This is the first sign of hope for me in years, (y/n). The thought of Clint out there, alive. It’ll help us. All of us,” Nat proposed, her hands on the edge of the table screen. “I can’t catch him alone. Steve’s out there being a shrink to strangers, Tony’s MIA, the weird space dudes are in a galaxy far, far away. You two are the only ones that can help me right now.”

Peter scratched his neck. “And Rhodey. He’s not AWOL, right?”

(y/n) shook her head. “Look, even if that is Clint, that’s not enough help to get everyone back, Nat. We don’t have the stones, they’re gone.”

Natasha severely tugged on her cheek sideways. (y/n) decided not long ago that being unpretentiously honest was the best for everyone. With the stones gone, there’s no reason left for people to be optimistic about the retrieval of those who perished. But perhaps she’d been too blunt at Natasha, who lost her sister, and possibly, Clint.

“(y/n), Peter, please,” Natasha almost begged. “I know Steve told me to look at the bright side but fuck it, there is no bright side in this world. Everything is just fucking grey.”

(y/n)’s eyes shifted to Peter’s, who was already staring at hers for some sort of approval – the one time they’re actually relying on each other to make a decision. She took a deep breath, eyes returning to Natasha’s, which were already bloodshot.

Perhaps there wouldn’t be such a bad thing to have another person in the compound.

“Okay,” (y/n) whispered, nodding vigorously. “I’ll meet you guys at the departure in 20. Besides, it would be nice to visit Mexico. Never been there.”

She swore she saw Peter smile a little on the corners of her eyes.

-

The gentle mechanical sound of Peter’s nanotech suit was the one that got her out of her daze. Natasha and Rhodey have yet to be seen, and it would be a shame to say that (y/n) appreciated Peter’s presence as of the moment.

Peter. He also mourned the loss of those who are important in his life – May, Ned, and MJ. As soon as he set foot on earth he did the first thing he could do that he couldn’t do in space, which was call aunt May.

He found out from some stranger who stole her phone that she blipped. And Peter found out from Brad Davis that half of Midtown high’s students were gone too, including Ned and MJ.

He mourned, like (y/n) did. But he attempted to look on the bright side, that he still had Tony and the rest of the Avengers. Yet he couldn’t prevent himself from crying every midnight, pondering about the people he loved that he lost, and blaming himself for what happened.

The only thing that kept him sane was the same as hers – the incessant bickering with (y/n). With her, everything felt almost normal. The only thing that would make him remember the present condition the world was in, was the absence of those he loved.

Even if he’s varied through this before when he lost Uncle Ben, that didn’t stop him from grieving. For Grief is a sensation that no one, even a stoic sociopath, could get used to. It’s inescapable; it’s never-ending.

“I’ve never seen Natasha like that,” Peter said softly, breaking the silence. “I haven’t – I didn’t imagine that she could be vulnerable.”

“She’s human, Parker,” she replied. Though her comment was sarcastic as opposed to practical, Peter though the latter. “She can be vulnerable.”

Peter sat on the stairs of the plane, body suited except for his face that looked unusually pale. His eyes scanned the area, his elbow on his knee. “I know. I just, didn’t think that she’d let herself be vulnerable in front of us.”

A sigh for another short reply. (y/n) crossed her arms, foot tapping in a slow manner as her hair blew across her face. “Neither did I.”

He stared at her for a moment, as if his aspect was plain observance. But really it was just curiosity – how could someone, despite losing everything, be so strong?

Despite the immense nuisance Peter felt for her, he couldn’t help but feel strong formidability for the girl. (y/n), from what he understood, lost almost everything in her life. And as for Peter, he was fortunate enough that he still had Tony to get him through his swarthy days.

Her mien demeanor signified a novelty of altruistic valiance for herself and for the people who presently need her. Did Peter need her? Maybe. He wasn’t confident enough to answer that question. But he hoped for her to abide in his life because she was the only one that kept his life moderately intriguing nowadays.

Peter shook his head to stop thinking about her, and instead: “Why do you stand like Quasimodo?”

“I- what?” her back straightened. “I do not!”

“Hm. I think I know a bell ringer when I see one.”

“It’s called scoliosis,” She scoffed, taking offence. “At least I don’t look like an idiot who dances around the campfire wearing badges and holding a stick of marshmallows in their hand.”

“I told you I was a boy scout one time!” Peter stood up. “And, hey! I said that with confidence.”

“Of course, you’re being defensive.” She gave him an amused grin, fingers formed for mock salutations. “Once a boy scout, always a boy scout.”

“I’m never telling you things about me ever again.”

“Oh, I’m so ashamed. Poor me, how will I live with myself?” she gasped in faux despair. “A life without the knowledge of Peter Benjamin Parker’s nerdy hobbies? Oh, the horror!”

Peter held himself in from webbing that pretty mouth of hers, knowing he’d be getting himself in trouble for taking (y/n)’s voice for at least two hours. Sure, he was pissy that she made fun of him for the hobbies he once had as a child, but he also felt his heartbeat rise — (y/n) remembered something about him that he told long ago.

Instead, he rolled his eyes, sitting down on the stairs once more. “At least I have hobbies.”

“Honestly, Parker, when are you going to have comebacks that don’t make you sound like you’re eight?”

“When I have a peaceful life, (y/n). So that I can look back at this day and tell myself how much of a loser you are.”

She grimaced. “Now you just sound like an eight year old kid who got bullied.”

“Aren’t you bullying me?”

“You started it!”

“I was stating a fact!”

“Both of you are eight year olds,” Rhodey stopped them from shouting at each other as they were on the verge of it before he and Natasha arrived. “’d you have your bags?”

Peter lifted his. “Yeah. Why’re we bringing a suitcase, anyway?”

“Because we don’t know how long we’d be staying there,” Natasha came out from behind. “Intel said that Cli- the Ronin strikes in alternated days. Which means, if he attacked yesterday, he’d hide today. Then he’d attack again tomorrow, then hide the next day. So on, so on, whatever.”

(y/n) carried her bag up the stairs, clutching it to her chest. “So we’re staying there for three days?”

“Maybe more than that,” Natasha replied. “Besides, Rhodey has a condominium in Mexico that we can stay in.”

“Bet (y/n)’s going to enjoy Mexico. You haven’t been out of the country in years, right? Because you’re too busy reading enchiridions while drinking the blood of a virgin?”

“And you? Too busy trying to look cool in children’s birthday parties at New York?”

“Three days of this,” she heard Rhodey mutter to Natasha. “I might kill myself tomorrow because of this nonsense.”

The entire flight felt as if though God Himself heaped miracles onto them. It was incredulous that both Peter and (y/n) lingered in silence the entire trip, as they were deep asleep. Of course, not that Natasha missed their endless quarrels – it simply felt uncanny to not encounter the hellacious arguments they had to witness from the two young adults that often transpired in enclosed spaces.

When they arrived, the air felt crisp against (y/n)’s exposed skin. She hadn’t felt fresh air for a while, since Peter was partly correct – she did spend most of her time in her bedroom.

The airport, in spite of how large it was, had merely ten people inside that weren't staff. The Blip militated on certain companies, particularly in public areas made specifically for the people’s entertainment. It felt as though the world had been desolated; like it had gone through extinction.

(y/n) was sure there was grass spurting from the cracks of the floors.

“I’ll go ahead and rent a car,” Rhodey spoke after a long silence, his voice echoing a bit from how quiet the airport was as they all took their passports. “Peter, you know how to drive?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“He knows how to drive bumper cars.” (y/n) retorted sleepily, rubbing her eyes. Yawning, she continued, “I’ll drive.”

Peter glared at her. “I failed my test five times, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to drive.”

“That ‘five times’ you said was enough proof that letting you drive is going to kill us all.”

Natasha shook her head, smiling a bit. “(y/n)’s driving. Sorry Peter, can’t risk it.”

Peter glared at (y/n), who winked at him as Rhodey tossed her the keys when he returned.

Rhodey’s apartment was an hour away from the airport. Stoplights were transient and traffic was inevident, permitting the car to drive steadily on the undulating highway. Though (y/n)’s eyes remained directly on the road only, she couldn’t help but detect the vandalism on the borders – do people actually believe that Thanos was right?

Sure, perhaps the absence of crime signified peace; the halt of overpopulation implied more resources; the scarcity of pollution from diluted oxygen meant nature’s retrieval, but how are you going to relish the drastic evolutions when the people you love aren’t with you?

She thought it was selfish – thinking about your own safety rather than long for those you lost.

Or maybe that was just her.

The two adults fell asleep the backseat, leaving Peter with (y/n) as company once more. His fist was on his chin and the other tapped gently on his knees as he stared out the window in boredom, mouth sealed. But when he sighed, knocked his head on the headrest, Peter looked at (y/n) with a small pout.

“I’m bored.”

“I have nursery rhymes on my phone if you want. Oh! I’m pretty sure I have a coloring book in my backpack, too.”

A long stare for a pause. “You have a coloring book?”

“You know, for when I’m babysitting you. I also have a 64 crayon Crayola!” she pipped, a sarcastic smile on her face

“You’re serious?”

“If I smacked you with a book would you believe me?” (y/n) raised a brow. “No but seriously, I do. It’s a stress reliever. Try it out, just, be careful with my colored pencils.”

Peter looked back, assembling his web shooters. “Which bag? Is it the red one? You always bring that bag when you’re visiting the compound.”

She frowned at his observance. “Yeah, it’s the red one. Careful, please.”

Her bag linked to his hand in less than a second. With the book on his lap and the pencils on his hand, Peter’s eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She wondered if he didn’t feel the subtlest bit of nausea – she can hardly skim at a sentence sent on her phone as the car drove. And here was Peter, coloring as if he sat on the table.

It descended into silence again. The fainted gentle bumps of the car and Peter’s scribbling filled the quietness filled her ears. Yet despite his attention being glued to his activity, she had sensed that Peter was disputing with himself on speaking to her, as he evidently glanced at her through his peripherals with twitching lips.

(y/n) waited.

Peter soughed in dissatisfaction a minute later, banging the open book on his head. Underneath, he looked at (y/n) with shy eyes, and she glanced at him when they stopped at the red light. She raised a brow. “Do you…have the nursery rhymes on your phone as you said?”

(y/n) looked straight back to the road, and answered, “No. But I have data, so if you want to watch-”

“Do you think Mr. Barton’s the Ronin?”

She hindered down. There were no cars around them except maybe for three more, yet she still slowed down, terrified of hitting someone as her head pivoted towards Peter’s direction, who looked at her with sincerity in his eyes and anticipated her candid answer.

If there was one thing (y/n) was adequate at, it was being candor. She could keep a secret, no doubt. Though regardless of the pest in honesty or the benefit of validity, she was too pragmatic to care about the chaos; better to be honest early, or let the truth divulge itself late that could convey chaos.

But when it came to Peter’s question, she felt like she had just sinned by the thought of lying to him. Which of course, it was.

An arbitrary question after another. It caught her off guard yet she couldn’t bring herself to be genuine with him because she was ashamed of her answer. But she consistently felt ashamed around him, or maybe it was internal shyness – when Peter’s around there were moments where (y/n) just couldn’t think nor function straight.

Her fingers tapped on the wheel. “I don’t know.”

Peter looked behind, seeing Natasha still sound asleep. But he didn’t need to observe her looks, given that he could just listen to her heart beat. Like (y/n)’s, which raised at each second.

“Why?”

“Because I don’t let my expectations up,” she glanced at him. “I don’t expect Clint to be Ronin nor do I expect us to catch him because I’ll just be disappointed in the end.”

He looked at her, hand twitching. “Y-yeah. You’re right. If you expect disappointment, then you can never really be disappointed.”

(y/n) raised a brow. “Wow. My first time hearing you say something wise out of your mouth.”

“It’s not my wise word,” Peter looked out the window, a small frown on his face. “It’s MJ’s.”

Rhodey’s apartment was as big as the whole first floor of the Avenger’s compound. There were at least three cabinets full of resources, and it occurred to be his so-called ‘bachelor pad’ as a bright-neon sign nearly blinded his guests as soon as they strode in through the door.

“Welcome, to my third home,” he placed his bags on the couch nearby. “I only have two rooms. I’m willing to sleep on this couch,” he patted on the one with his bag, “And you guys can figure out who shares with who. My suggestion is we lock these two kids together.”

Natasha looked at Peter and (y/n), who looked at her in horror. She rolled her eyes. “I’m only allowing this for precautions.”

“At what point in putting he and I in the same room are taking precautions?”

“I- You guys don’t even like each other! How will you even have se-”

“No, not like that! I meant that we’d most likely die by killing each other than a murderer killing us.” Peter had never witnessed her so flustered by a dirty remark, noticing her cheeks tint pink felt entertaining, despite himself feeling and appearing the same way. “I know you don’t want anyone’s death on your conscience.”

“It’s good that you know that, so please don’t kill each other. For me.” Natasha shoved their bags to their chests, looking at both of them. “And both of you are nearing adulthood. You know better than to be irresponsible, and you know better than unsafe sex.”

“Oh my God-”

��Now get inside, please? Get some rest. Better yet, strategize. Both of you will be working together anyway so if you’re not going to sleep, go ahead and plan.”

-

(y/n) was never fond of Peter Parker.

She tautened as he threw his bag aside, both of them gaping at the one small bed in the middle of the room. If she couldn’t stand being near him in confined spaces let alone an entire floor, what would happen if they share a bed?

Perhaps she could ask Natasha if she could sleep with her, but she felt too shy to say so. Besides, she respected Natasha’s love of privacy; maybe she could ask Rhodey to bunk with Peter instead?

She didn’t know, because her agendas are tackled by the thought of sharing the bed with the person she despised the most.

Unless, of course, one of them sleeps on the floor.

“I’ll sleep on the ground,” she offered, grabbing her bag and throwing it beside the window. “I…like sleeping on the ground, anyway.”

It was true – (y/n) primarily consumed her sleepless nights laying on the ground. Somehow she found solace in laying down on the cold floor with the covers over her body. She felt as though she didn’t deserve to sleep comfortably in the condition (she’s) everyone’s in. Besides, what use is the relaxing bed if she didn’t feel relaxed on the inside?

“Okay,” Peter didn’t oppose; he needed the comfortable bed. His evenings are spent rousing up every 10 minutes, eyes bursting open once the occurrences in Titan reappeared in his head. He didn’t care if her body ached the next day from laying down on the ground – Peter cared that he would at least get a whole, hopefully, dreamless sleep so he could focus the next day.

Dinner came by quick and they ate faster than dinner itself came, all rushing in their perspective areas. Natasha was in her room, studying Intel and Rhodey went somewhere neither of them knew. As for Peter and (y/n), they didn’t strategize – they bickered. Like they always did.

“Can you breathe quietly?”

Peter sighed loudly. “Sorry. I have asthma.”

“Bullshit. You’re breathing too loudly it makes me want to kill you so it would be quiet in here.”

“You talk too much it makes me want to staple your mouth shut.”

“You talk too much it makes me want to shoot myself in the head!”

“I’d actually be glad if you did that.” He ignored her violent threats.

She threw her head back, slumping on the chair. If she weren’t being careful she might possibly break her laptop by smashing it on Peter’s chest. Instead, she pulled her earphones out, giving him an exasperated tight-lipped smile before putting it on her ears.

Before she hit play she had heard Peter’s muffled voice, “Of course she wore earphones. Can’t even finish her problems.”

(y/n) threw a book at him.

He caught it, obviously, and he rolled his eyes at her.

Peter himself knew that he wasn’t like this before; he used to be a nervous, horribly skittish wreck. Hell, each sentence of his included at least two uh’s before getting to the point. But when the snap happened, where he had lost those who were in his life, he found himself altering into someone he’s not.

It was partly because of (y/n). Peter used to like her, but when he conceded that she was enduring things better than he did (even if he actually respected her because of that), immaturity had dominated him that despite the impressive fierce bearing she delivered out, he began to slowly detest her because of envy.

He envied her because she could handle grief better than he did-

They were both suffering, and he envied the fact that she was still strong and he wasn’t.

The other part was because Peter began to realize that he’d have to quit being such an apprehensive mess and stop being too nice to everyone – he was being too much of a pushover; he consistently saw the good in people that it put his life and those he loved in jeopardy.

So he changed, for himself, and for everyone around him.

And there was another reason. There were times where he couldn’t quite put his finger on it but when he looked at (y/n), sometimes he felt like he knew.

She sat there, in front of him, eyes glued to her screen. And Peter sat on the bed, staring at her with an amalgamation of abhorrence, and stoic ardor. Then he fell asleep.

-

“I got eyes on Ronin.”

Natasha’s voice startled (y/n). Peter smiled a bit, which made her roll her eyes before looking back at the window, having a clear view of Fat Man Auto Repair. She placed her fingers on the comm. “I got eyes on these guys wearing tracksuits. All…of them are wearing tracksuits why are they wearing tracksuits?”

“Some type of pop culture reference?” Rhodey suggested. “Millennials only do that. These idiots are in their forties.”

“What? Since when did teens wear tracksuits?”

“In the 90’s?”

“Wait,” Peter interjected, approaching the window with his mask finally on. “Kids wear tracksuits in the 90’s?”

“I didn’t,” Natasha scoffed. “Tracksuits are for rich losers, makes them look fat and lazy. Now, focus. We can’t miss any details. CCTV’s are down.”

A static after another before Natasha and Rhodey fell silent. (y/n) sat in front of the window, arms crossed yet her fingers tampered with the knife on her palm dangerously. Peter anxiously monitored her do it, fingers jolting for him to stop her from getting herself penetrated.

She tossed the knife at the wall, puncturing it onto the concrete before she pulled it out and reprise it.

Peter was upside down, a single strand of web stuck to the ceiling to sustain his weight. With his phone in hand, he resumed to explore through Star Wars theories and what-not; as of the moment, he was missing Ned and his weird fun facts that he sent to Peter every five seconds.

With no one to send Peter fun facts, he started looking for it himself, and thank God someone still posted them – the same author Ned favored did not blip.

(y/n) missed no one but her friend, Ava – Ava was the only one left for her to regard as family. With both her parents deceased and the anonymity of her siblings, she’d been the only one (y/n) deemed important enough to stay in her life.

In their past times, she and Ava would throw knives at each other. The leisure to them had no connotations of infliction, merely a practice of their dexterity and reflexes. There were points where their hands had been shrouded by little cuts by the end of the day; now (y/n) threw the blunt knife at the wall.

Peter bit his lip – he wanted to ask (y/n) a question, but he fretted the discussion might end into another brawl, as it consistently did. He was used to it, anyway; the boundless, pesky quarrels. He’d have to get used to it eventually, or else he would clog his ears with webs so he wouldn’t have to hear her silk voice that made his knees wimpy at moments.

He chuckled at his own morbid joke, cheeks reddening from what came after.

It caught her attention, spinning herself around to look at him with hooded eyes. She raised a brow. “Something funny, Parker?” she drawled. (y/n) tipped her head back, where Peter was convinced it would ache a few minutes later. She set the knife on the tip of her nose, lips parted in engagement.

The hasty blood rush to his head caused his eyes to sheer white. Peter shook his head, gradually dipping from the ceiling and onto the filthy, holed up bed. He rubbed his eyes. “N-no.”

“Sure? With that crackhead of yours-” she took the knife off her nose, drumming the tip to her temples. “-you might be hearing voices, Jabba.”

“I’m laughing because I remembered how sad it must be for you to spend your free time writing Smurf fanfiction while you ate cranberries out of the can.”

“Hey, I do not write Smurf fanfiction,” she sneered at him. “It’s Star Wars.”

“What was that?”

“I said I fucked your mom.”

“My mom’s dead.”

“Thank God I have enough patience for me not to stab you.”

“Thank God I have enough patience for me not to ruin you.”

She made a face at him before returning to the window. Just in time, she’d noticed a black van parked in front. The door unfurled, displaying a large man in a white suit, a caduceus in hand for an asset. (y/n) squeezed her fingers on her comm once more. “Nat- Nat there’s a big guy out here.”

“What big guy? Banner?”

She could discern Peter standing up from the bed, arranging himself behind her to take a glimpse – Peter recognized the man, somehow. He’d seen him around, in abandoned alleyways, always with a suitcase in hand that he’d be offering to nonnatives before walking away.

It was the same guy Peter kept tabs on but seemed to have forgotten about.

“No,” Peter answered. “I-I know him. His name is…Wilson Fisk. Kept tabs on him a few years ago but I forgot about it after the Snap happened.”

“Wilson Fisk,” Natasha muttered. “Know anything about him?”

“He used to take authority over juvenile gangs who run drugs for the mafia clans and what-not. He goes by the appellation ‘Kingpin,’ a name which he uses when he employs bad dudes. Has a niece named Maya Lopez, and studies Japanese art of sumo,”

“You don’t think he’s here for the Ronin, do you?”

“Intel said he’d be here, and now so is this dude. Pretty sure it’s not a coincidence,” (y/n) answered, feeling her dual batons inside her holsters. “Should we stay or should we follow them?”

The shuffling made her wince, as it was too clangorous. (y/n) glanced at Peter, whose eyes remained on the man outside their window. She winced once more when she heard Natasha’s voice. “Stay there, I need someone to keep an eye on them. I’m following Clint.”

“I don’t think that’s a good ide-”

Natasha turned her comm off. And she heard Rhodey’s voice next.

“I’m going on air to get a better view,” he informed them. “You two better stay there until we say so, got it? We still need backup and lookouts.”

“I really don’t think that’s a good ide-”

He turned it off.

(y/n) groaned in exasperation, pulling the knife off the wall. “Why won’t they let me finish my sentences?!”

Peter’s suit formed his mask, and he opened the other window at the back of the room where no one could see, adjusting the comm in his right ear before he looked at her with negligibly squinted eyes. “I’m going, too.”

“What?” she hissed, standing up, “No, you’re not; You three are about to do something stupid and the best I could do for this mission is make it two people doing something stupid.”

“I have to help them, (y/n),”

“The only way we could help is if we stay here.”

“Are you only saying that because you want to follow Natasha’s orders, or you actually want to come with me but you can’t and you want me to stay so you wouldn’t feel left out?”

Her back straightened, lips pursing and eyes anywhere but his as her foot tapped lightly on the floor, her hands quivering as it grasped her own waist. (y/n) dodged his (what seemed to be) delighted stare, in hopes he wouldn’t notice her shyness and chagrin in her eyes. “…both.”

His mask extracted itself, so she could see his wanton Machiavellian manoeuvers. Peter looked at her softly – in a way he never did before, and he chose to gaze at her like that in a moment where he wasn’t supposed to be. Her determination in persuading him to stay was ebbing away; his kind eyes seemed pious.

“Then come with me.”

“Someone has to stay and keep an eye.”

Peter tapped the spider on his chest, the emblem ascending to reveal a miniature flying camera, which established itself on the edge of the window as if it were an operating monitor. “I have that to watch over them.”

She hesitated. “If I come, it’ll be four people doing stupid things.”

“(y/n),” Peter started. “We always do stupid things. Besides, they can’t do it alone. I mean- not that I don’t trust Natasha because she’s really good- not that I also don’t trust Rhodey either- look, my point is: we haven’t done anything in two years. Catching them will stop the murders, and I know you’ve been wanting to go on a mission for a long time, and Natasha brought us with her for a reason.”

“Yeah, it’s because Steve and the others are AWOL.”

“You know what I mean. They need us too.”

She sucked her cheeks in. “Well, I haven’t really been in any missions since- since Natasha found me.”

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed, but his mask formed itself around his face once more. “I don’t know what you mean, but we have to go.”

Her eyes ricocheted between the small camera watching Kingpin, and Peter, who stood by the window with his hand dawdling on the frame. (y/n) sighed, yanking on the grappling hook stuck to her waist.

“Fine. But we have to be quiet. We can’t let them know we followed, and we only attack when they say so, okay?”

She did not linger for a response. (y/n) sat on the sill, enfolding the rope around her waist. Peter, existing like the indisputable dick he was, shoved her without warning.

The hook didn’t stick anywhere, and she was vamoosed, dropping 6 stories without any support. Peter hopped out the window, attached himself to the wall and shot a web to her torso.

It caught her before her back smacked to the ground, and from afar she could witness him giggling at the mortified look on her face not even a second ago.

Peter gently rested her to the ground, leaping down. His oblivious affront pushed her to haul a baton off her holster and torment him violently with it; to him, it may have looked humorous due to his morbidity, but to her, it seemed as though her dread of heights had been taken into frivolity.

The baton stung even through his metallic suit. Peter unmasked, looking at her with a painful smile. “Dude, ow!”

“That was for pushing me off,” she pointed at him. “You’re lucky I didn’t scream or else the both of us would’ve been dead the second I hit the ground.”

“Sorry! Just needed a little laugh.”

“And making fun of my fears is funny?”

“Yeah, because, well I hate you.”

“My God, Peter, that’s so fucking rational.”

He pouted before masking up again.

Kingpin walked toward a truck, a green one with a big sign painted Trust A Bro moving company. She hid behind one of the cars, with Peter beside her overhearing their conversation.

Peter etched closer. When (y/n) peeked over the hood of the car, Ronin had already been there, hood down but mask up. Her fingers fiddled with the comm, trying to contact Natasha but nothing came.

She glanced at Peter, who pulled her down. “He’s saying something about how he did a great job the other day. He’s sounding like he just hired a prostitute.”

“Peter.”

“Says he has one last thing to do before going to Japan. What’s in Japan? And this Ronin guy’s not talking at all, it’s just Fisk.”

“Ronin could be after the remaining Yakuza subordinates and Akihiko,” she suggested. “Nat had an entire dossier over Ronin that she showed me earlier before we left the condo. He’s been searching for Akihiko for almost a year now.”

“Why?” he shook his head. “Well whatever it is, we’ve got to stop him before he kills more innocent people.”

“The Yakuza’s aren’t innocent, Peter. They’re criminals.” She whispered harshly. “Besides, Natasha’ not here to stop all the murdering – she’s here to get him back.”

“Then why is he killing all these innocent people?!”

“Clint doesn’t kill people who are innocent. And right now, he’s been hired by Kingpin and we don’t know why he started Ronin in the first place and he sure as hell won’t be hurting innocent people without a proper reason-”

Peter unexpectedly tensed, grasping her wrist tightly. He placed a finger over his lips, gesturing for her to dwell in quietness. (y/n) furrowed her eyebrows before peering over the car once more, ultimately constructing eye contact with Ronin.

She plopped down once more, looking at Peter with widened eyes. Finally, Natasha’s voice emitted from their ears. “Where are you guys? Are you two behind that car? I told you to stay put!”

Peter’s hand made a spasmodic motion, clinging a man to the wall that (y/n) hadn’t detected was there from the hasty alarm she felt upon hearing Natasha’s voice. Her fingers dug on the ground, forcing herself up but Peter flung his body over her, deterring her from doing so.

Gunshots tinged everywhere, splitting through the glass, perforating through her exposed skin. With the other hand cladding her ear, she tugged a baton out, flogging the guy on the knee before she towed him down and captured his pistol.

“You know how to use one?” Peter shouted over the loud noise.

“Obviously! I can do anything.” Despite her answer, (y/n) threw the gun aside.

“Seriously?!”

“Can you be a useful arachnid and web the others up?” she commanded. “I’m going after Kingpin. Nat’s after Clint I’m sure.”

“Why do you get to go after Kingpin?”

“Because I’m more experienced?” she stated as more of a fact rather than a question. “Just do it if you want to live.”

Peter scoffed when she slid over, utilizing the exact approach she used on him yesterday – kicking their chest. Except this time she successfully managed to kick someone, dismounting on her foot before punching the next one on his face.

Peter’s hand aimed for the running man’s wrist. “Nice watch, man! My friend had one of those,” pivoting his arm in the other direction, he crossed the man’s hands, latching him. Peter yanked his pants down. “Now those boxers are amazing. Is that me? I’m flattered to have my printed face over your crotch man.”

He webbed the next one in the eyes, sticking another one in the chest before Peter pulled him to himself, fist positioned to his covered face. He winced mockingly. “Ooh. Sorry dude. Webs dissolve in two hours, don't worry.”

(y/n) propelled herself off of two guys, sitting on the man with her crotch at his face. She pulled on his hair, before her knuckles collided with his nose. She hissed at Peter. “Less talking, more fighting.”

The man threw her to the side. (y/n) wrapped her legs around his neck once more, using her might to flip him over onto the car. She struck the next one in the face with her baton, evading his punch with the palm of her hand, enclosing it so she could wrench it around his back, booting him from behind to send him down.

Unbeknownst to her, someone had come up behind to haul on her foot. Her chin banged on the ground, feeling her teeth clash together before she’s twisted over to see Clint’s eyes through his mask.

He wavered, staring at her but his sword remained dangerously close to lacerating her neck open. Kingpin had sauntered away, and Peter was too preoccupied to notice what was ensuing at the moment.

“Clint,” she whispered, hands raised on either side of her head. “It’s me.”

By the time Peter adhered another man to the wall, his eyes caught sight of Ronin looming over (y/n). She glimpsed at Peter, and he couldn’t decipher if her eyes denoted fear, or it was apprising him to stand down.

Either way, he would not have listened to her – Peter clung his webs on both Clint’s wrists, hauling him back. The sword on her neck had scoured scarcely to her skin and formed a slim slit over the base of her skin, yet it had no deterrence of bleeding profusely.

She inducted her palm gently over her neck, glimpsing the viscous red substance flaring thinly over her stained complexion. Peter tossed Clint aside, standing over her in sabbatical moratorium, eyes on his mask broad as (y/n) stared back at him with quivering hands and lax blood.

Another gunshot and Peter roared out in pain, hands shooting down to clutch his right thigh, kneeling to the ground. A man in a tracksuit held a gun in his hand, aiming directly for her head. If she wasn’t too jolted from how brisk things were happening—her having her neck sliced open the slimmest, and Peter getting shot—she would have shot the man first.

If only she hadn’t threw the pistol aside.

Natasha appeared out of nowhere, heeling the man in the front. Rhodey strode down, glancing at Peter who managed to stand up and web his open wound. “Get out of here. Get her anywhere, just get out safe. We’ll find you.”

Peter nodded too swiftly, carefully pulling her up. With his hand on her waist, she reluctantly encased her arms around his neck before being lifted off the ground and onto somewhere neither of them knew.

-

Her chest upheaved laboriously, and Peter gently positioned (y/n) on the floor. He located an abandoned warehouse, where they hid right after he made a quick stop at a store nearby to assemble supplies. Peter’s unmasked face goggled at her, his opalescent skin gradually going pale and so did hers.

“H-how’s the bleeding?” Peter asked her. She shrugged, wincing.

“Feels like I have a cough, but it’s painful both inside and outside,” she whispered. “What’s that?”

“I asked Karen how I could stop the bleeding on your neck and how to properly cover it up. I-I don’t think that needs any stitches.”

“And yours?”

“I just need to get the bullet out and I’ll be fine.” He sat facing her. “But I’ll do you first.”

(y/n) chuckled. “Do me.”

He rolled his eyes, but smiled afterwards.

His touch against her tainted skin felt like a thousand fires – painful, fortuitous, imminent; sentient. Something about it felt so wrong yet so right. (y/n) hated him – despised him, yet his skin against hers felt complex on ataraxy. His devout eyes were gentle on her weakened state instead of pridefulness, a contrast to what she expected.

The sanctification of Peter’s hand drafting the shape of her neck appeared as though he was treating her as if she were such a fragile métier he’d be too afraid to break. He scrutinized upon her unfamiliar eyes, desolated in trauma and somnolence.

Unfamiliar – Peter never knew her, the knowledge of his simply from his abidance in observation; from what he’d witnessed, she was strong, cosmopolitan, stubbornly obnoxious, complicated. He based it on his own facts, rather than asking her herself on who she was.

She chose to dwell in silence, as for him:

“When you told me, back at the apartment,” his hand carefully dabbed on the battered bruise on her neck, “how you’ve never been in a mission since Natasha found you, what did you mean?”

(y/n)’s eyes darted between his, blinking rapidly. “I grew up into espionage,” she began. “I’d been indoctrinated in the Red Room as a child, years after Natasha left them. They sent me out on a mission one time, undercover with people I barely knew, and I met this girl.”

“Ava,” Peter answered. “You talk to Nat about her a lot.”

She nodded. “Ava Orlova. She told me Natasha got her out from a Russian Mafia, and- I don’t know. Hearing her name made something click inside me. Like, it made me mad. All I felt was, when I heard her name, was that it was entirely taboo.

“One time, Dreykov sent me out and Yelena caught me, and she poured that weird red powder thing all over my face and I got out of my trance. I felt – I felt free,” she paused, shifting uncomfortably when Peter accidentally pressed on her open wound. “Natasha found me a safe house, and I took Ava with me. We stayed there until the weird flying donut came here.”

Peter placed the gauze over her skin, taping it gently. “How old were you?”

“Fifteen,” she whispered. “We stayed inside the safe house for two years, and I felt like I was normal. The whole thing about me being mad at Natasha was something Dreykov drilled into our minds.”

(y/n) grabbed the tweezers off of Peter’s hands when he began to poke on his wound. He let her, an unanticipated wave of trust relaxed upon her shoulders. Peter placed his hands behind him, leaning backwards.

“I got bit by the spider when I was fourteen,” he softly said, having the sense that she were to ask the same thing. “I was at Oscorp for a field trip and I wandered around into this room full of radioactive spiders before I got bit.”

She snickered. “Kinda boring.”

“Hey! I got cool powers, you know: super strength, heightened senses-”

“Being sticky, horrible senses.”

“My senses aren’t horrible.”

“If you were, you wouldn’t have gotten shot, Parker.”

The smile beginning to form on his face dropped, but hers remained. “I did it on purpose.”

He ignored the immense pain he felt when (y/n) left the tweezers halfway through his skin. “What?”

“He was about to shoot you,” Peter whispered. “I blocked him as soon as he pulled the trigger, (y/n).”

“What?” she hissed, yanking the tweezers off his flesh, “Why would you do that, you idiot?”

“Well I couldn’t just let him shoot you, couldn’t I?” he hissed back. “A thank you would be appreciated!”

“Jesus, Peter, you could’ve just let me take the shot!”

“You would have died!” Peter grabbed her wrist. “Why can’t you just accept that I saved you? Are you ashamed?”

“No! You got yourself hurt all because you don’t want me to maim your conscience? Do you realize how stupid that is? I thought you hated me?”

“I never hated you, (y/n) - I envied you and I've been in love with you.”

This- this was the answer he was looking for: he changed himself because he was undeniably, unconditionally, irrevocably in love with her. He changed into someone he wasn’t to force her away from his life because if he let her prevail like everyone else did, his heart would be vastly desecrated by anguish once more when he forfeits her.

What’s ironic was that he loved her the same reason he envied her.

"I envied you because of how good you handled grief- how good you were at handling things and I wasn't. I was vulnerable, and you weren't and it was unfair for me, and I wanted everyone to be vulnerable like I did and it was also unfair. The craziest part is that I love you because of the same reason I envied you. Your determination in trying to be strong for everyone, and how even on the inside you were vulnerable like me too.

“Trying to deny my feelings for you made me hate you because of how hard you are not to love. I hate loving you, and I love hating you."

Lachrymose on the threshold of her eyes, hand inching along the undulating arm of his that trembled in distress and fury. The specificity of what he felt caused her heart to flutter; his impetus aching for more of her tactile trace. He was a hamartia, falling for a girl he hated the most in the world.

Shamefully, she looked down on his wound. “I hated you because you talked too much.”

He laughed, curling his finger underneath her chin so she would look up at him. Peter tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “What? No I love you back?”

(y/n)’s lips tugged downwards in a teasing manner. “Ask me again tomorrow where I feel okay.”

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[thepringlesofblood]

i just gotta

so

im watching fantasy high s2 on dropout right? binging it over a month so i only have to pay 5$?

the beginning of episode 6 (pirate brawl) is without a doubt the most secondhand embarrassment i have felt in my entire life OW that shit dealt me 8d10 psychic damage holy shit

other highlights (*spoilers obvs*)

every single pirate name including but not limited to

old young benjamin

chungle-down bim (short for bimothy)

creaky mcbarrel

*a bunch of pirates chanting around fabian* RELIVE YOUR TRAUMA! RELIVE YOUR TRAUMA!

fabian for once in his life being completely honest with the warlocks and it not being enough OWWWWW

“this is worse than the ribbon dance”

lou, desperately holding back laughter: “Alright, follow me! We’re gonna jump on ‘em, and we’re gonna murder ‘em!”

“Are you laughing about how you’re about to die?”

the hangvan: “old skull and bones just skoodalooded outta here pretty toasty”

gorgug:

“can I slap him to see if anything magical jostles inside him?” WHY

*mumbles in new englander* itsnotaropeitsalinewhenitsonaship

brennan, zac, emily, I need you to know that that is NOT how ropes work in ANY circumstance

22 rounds of combat.........god.

I WILL PAY FOR ALL YOUR SPELLS!!! I HAVE UNLIMITED MONEY!!!!

WHAT HAVE I DONE TO MY FRIENDS????

I had the thought at some point during the fight on the crow’s nest*: “oh, this fight is Fabian’s Battle of Fort Necessity” (Washington’s first battle as commander, when he was a complete novice, resulting in the slaughter of his troops and a disastrous surrender that helped spark a whole ass war)

the revenge of chungle-down bim!!!

brian taking his glasses off over and over as more terrible things happen - I’ve legit never seen him w/out glasses before it is frightening

the energy around the table as everyone’s extremely cool and helpful abilities are just rendered null and void to help them save fabian was. horrifying. the tension was unbearable it felt like the same energy as when aguefort shoots mr gibbons then himself but in a less good way omg i seriously had the thought of ‘brennan can you just call this off????? make it better pls?????’ (and obvs that’s not fair, brennan as a DM is amazing and I trust him with this kinda shit, but damn)

fabian’s fucking soft, broken voice when everyone finally gets to him...god.

I genuinely think lou wilson almost had a fuckin mental breakdown in this episode. and for good reason! jesus christ. fabian going 85 mph (mistakes per hour)

the hangman acting like a dog comforting fabian was fucking heartwrenchingly cute and it makes what happens to the hangman later in the night so much worse

legit when they were gettin wasted, my first thought was shouldn’t tracker stay sober enough to cast the moon haven and i forget if it was that or if it was that they all immediately took off to save fabian that made it malfunction but holy shit this is the last thing they needed after all that i’m so so so fucking glad that siobhan rolled 2 nat 20s for her portent rolls bc seeing any of that happen to fig or gorgug would have killed me

Garthy O’Brien has now become officially my favorite npc, I fucking love them. if anything happens to them i will kill everyone in this room and then myself

fabian’s worse nightmare being growing up to be like gilear is a lot more terrifying than it sounds like! in concept it sounds really funny! in execution I was so fucking scared!

me watching fantasy high up until this episode: oh i wonder why everyone wants fabriz to happen i mean theyre friends and all but i just don’t see it

me after this episode: oh...

before this i kept seeing all these fuckin music videos getting recommended to me on youtube titled shit like ‘fabian’s breakdown’ and i was like damn what happened? TO LIVE IN THAT BLISSFUL IGNORANCE ONCE MORE

this has to be the WORST night of fig’s fabian’s riz’s ragh’s any of their lives, including prompocalypse, holy shit it never ends

kalina: isn’t it fucked up that aguefort keeps sending children to do horrifying dangerous things for a grade?

me: YEAH IT IS

props to brennan for making the adults that came on this journey as flawed and fallible as the kids

cathilda didn’t say anything to fabian upon finding him, just got him to safety. i honestly think she’s gonna fuckin snap at some point and she deserves to.

the image of adaine somberly pedaling on her Razor scooter across the fuckin crooked busted wooden planks of leviathan like ratatatatata is such a perfect perfect image to end on

*(due to my tragic backstory as someone who once had the entire hamilton soundtrack memorized)

#my Opinions #fantasy high #fantasy high spoilers #d20 #dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #original post

[janetsnakehole02]

TFATWS EPISODE 5 HOLY FUCKING GOD HOW DO THEY KEEP OUTDOING THEMSELVES IM IN AWE

Here are all my thoughts (mostly in real time) bc damn I had a lot

-Wyatt Russell is a BRILLIANT actor this is the first time we’re really getting a glimpse into Walker’s mind and the way he portrays Walker losing himself to the serum is just chef’s kiss hate the character not the actor

-Watching the Walker/Sam/Bucky fight was so cool especially the scenes between Walker and Bucky because now it’s super soldier vs super soldier

-Also the fact that Walker’s go-to move is always ramming the shield into someone’s chest really says a lot about how the serum works: “good becomes great, bad becomes worse”

-Sam’s reaction to seeing all that blood on the shield up close is just wow I’m shaking. Anthony Mackie kills it like always

-TORRES IS BACK I REPEAT HE’S BACK YAYY I fuckin called it

-Okay well I didn’t think I’d see sad Zemo but here we are 😭 it’ll be interesting to see how he deals on the raft. ALSO Bucky gained Ayo’s trust back I’m so happy rn

-Sam brought the shield back for Isaiah? WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO MAKE ME CRY IN EVERY SCENE MARVEL. Also the conversation between Sam and Isaiah is so so fucking important and everyone needs to watch it. Especially after what’s been happening w the Chauvin trial, Daunte Wright, and Adam Toledo. Marvel is not shying away from talking about race and I am here for it

-Also I absolutely LOVE Sarah Wilson. What a fucking blessing. Such an incredible human being

-BUCKY HELPING OUT SAM W THE BOAT AHHH THEY’RE SO CUTE. Also Bucky flirting w Sarah LMFAOOO I see you boi I see you. And Bucky is def an honorary member of the Wilson family now you can’t tell me otherwise

-My heart honestly breaks for Lemar’s family he didn’t deserve to die. And despite the shitty things Walker’s done you gotta admit his unflinching support for Lemar’s family is admirable

-Bucky FINALLY understands why Sam gave up the shield now THATS WHAT WE CALL ✨GROWTH✨ and this whole scene between Sam and Bucky w the shield may be one of the best I’ve seen in the entire MCU. Bucky being vulnerable w Sam and Sam giving Bucky that tough love is just great

-Sam finally training and embracing his role as Cap YAASSSS I was cheering the whole time and thirsting over Anthony Mackie like goddamn this man is underrated

-Also Julia Louis-Dreyfus in the MCU??? She can pull off literally any role. She could be the power broker. Or based on that call w Batroc Sharon had it could be her too right? Especially since another French guy is working w Karli and they could be the same guy idk

-POST CREDITS SCENE I REPEAT THERE IS A POST CREDITS SCENE. Walker’s making his own shield now that’s how it’s gonna be huh 😑 this fucking guy

Questions for the next ep (WHICH IS THE LAST ONE HOLY SHIT 😭😭)

-What’s the weapon/gift the Wakandans gave is it Sam’s official suit or what

-Is Sharon the power broker or is it Valentina they both seem kinda sus rn

-Do you think Walker could possibly unite w the flag smashers to try to destroy Sam since he is making his own shield now

#tfatws #tfatws spoilers #sam wilson #bucky barnes #zemo #john walker #lemar hoskins #joaquin torres #karli morgenthau #dora milaje #sarah wilson #isaiah bradley #sharon carter #anthony mackie #sebastian stan #daniel brühl #wyatt russell #danny ramirez #erin kellyman #emily vancamp #julia louis dreyfus

[everyonesannoyedwithme]

play the role of anyone but me, i

ok so i caved and im finally writing a series on this cursed website. consider it my bday gift for yall. chapters will probably be kinda short and spread out bc motivation is a bitch. also this chapter is kinda just set up of the characters and their relationships. 

idea from a post by @lydias--stiles

summary: when julie and luke are partnered together for a songwriting contest in their music class, they are determined to win. only one problem; they hate each other. julie is convinced luke is just an ambitious bastard who only cares about his career and fame, and luke is convinced julie is just a spoiled goody two shoes who gets everything handed to her. yes i am aware this is cheesy, it is meant to be.

warnings: cursing

word count: 1,083

chapter i - a force to be reckoned with

It was the first day back at school for Julie Molina, and unfortunately, the rest of the school as well. Her father’s driver dropped her off at school less than five minutes ago and Julie was already considering calling him to pick her up. It’s not that she thought herself above all the kids in her school, she just thought most of them were below her. Especially the four boys currently blocking her locker.

“Ugh - move, you’re in my way.” Julie groaned, rolling her eyes at the boys.

“Oh, damn! The princess speaks to us, guys.” Luke Patterson.  The single most obnoxious boy Julie had ever met in her life. He was loud and annoying and practically married to his dumb guitar. Julie hated his stupid face.

“Just move. You’re in front of my locker.” She groaned, putting one manicured hand on her hip and leaning her weight against it. Julie eyed the other three. Two of them were talking to each other, Peters and Wilson. Those two could be decent, sometimes, but Julie hated Wilson for publicly dumping his ex the year before. She hadn't been close with the poor girl, but you didn't just do that to someone. The third boy, Mercer, was smiling at his phone. He was the most tolerable of the group. They had biology together last year and he was good at it.

“What’re you gonna do about it? Call your daddy?” Patterson asked, mocking her fathers status. It's not like it was her fault her dad just happened to be a famous photographer who insisted on only the best for his oldest child. Julie just scoffed at the boy standing in front of her.

“I can smash that pretty guitar of yours.” She said with a sweet smile, tossing her dark curls over her shoulder.

“Pshh. You wouldn’t. Don’t wanna get those hands dirty, hm?” Patterson's eyes flickered to her hand, obviously referring to her fresh French manicure. Julie just rolled her eyes a second time and shifted her weight to the other side.

“Fucking move, Patterson!” She said, finally losing any patience she previously had with the boy. The other boys looked up from what they were doing at the rising tension between the two. Peters and Wilson didn't seem too concerned. Mercer did.

“Make me.” Patterson growled, leaning in towards Julie’s shorter frame.

“Bite me!” Julie spat at him.

Patterson reeled back at that, barking out a laugh. “So the princess has some fire after all. I guess you aren't an unfeeling robot.”

“And I guess you aren't a total idiot,” Julie said, glaring at the obnoxious child of a teenager. “oh wait. Never mind!” She finished with a sweet smile.

Mercer reached out and quickly grabbed Patterson’s shoulder before the teenager could move towards Julie at the insult. To her luck, a familiar blonde came up to the group at just the perfect moment.

“Ugh, why does it smell like testosterone and axe over here? Did you try out a new perfume, Jules?” Carrie asked, approaching the hostile girl.

Julie's entire demeanor changed, her scowl turning into a bright smile that lit up her whole face.

“No, but maybe these dumbasses did. What's the new scent called, boys? Disappointing your mother?” Julie quipped, reaching out to link arms with the taller blonde.

“Nah, it's actually railing your mother.” Wilson said, looking Julie up and down with a slight smirk. “Because that's what I spent all last night doing.”

“Ew, what's my idiot brother doing here? Doesn't he know this hallway is for juniors?” Carrie asked, pretending to whisper.

“I don't know, but he and his sophomore ass need to leave.” Julie stage whispered back.

“Ha ha, very funny.” Wilson said to the two girls. He turned to his friends. “See y'all later?”

“Yeah, see you at lunch. Alex’s boyfriend is saving us a seat, so find him. We have music before lunch so we’ll probably be late.” Peters said.

They all did some sort of elaborate handshake before Wilson left and Julie and Carrie exchanged a look. Julie sighed loudly.

“Just move, assholes.” She said, already exhausted by the conversation. Julie could see Carrie raise an eyebrow at the boys in her peripheral vision.

Patterson raised his hands in surrender, a grin finally taking over his face in place of the scowl he usually aimed at Julie.

“Alright, alright, but don't say I never did anything for you, Molina. See you in music class, ladies!” He called as he finally dragged Peters and Mercer away from Julie’s locker.

“God, I hate my brother’s dumbass friends.” Carrie grumbled, moving to lean against the locker next to Julie’s.

“They always look like they just crawled out of a bar. It's gross.” Julie shuddered slightly as she opened her locker to get her books.

“I know right! But whatever, enough about them. How have you been? I haven't seen you in, like, a week. How's Carlos? He’s so much more interesting than Bobby.” Carrie asked, a much more pleasant look settling over her features.

“I’m good and so is Carlos. He was excited to get back to school. I think he has a lot of friends in his class this year, and dad agreed to let him go to a public school instead of that awful private school he was in.” Julie said.

“Oh that's great! He's been dying to go to a public school for, like, ever.”

“Yeah. I don't see the big deal though. It's not that great here.”

“That's for sure.” Carrie’s phone buzzed, and she opened it at lightning speed to see who texted her. She chuckled.

“Flynn's late. She said to meet her in class and that she's bringing you your coffee and me my tea.”

“Of course she is. Make sure mine has a-”

“A shot of hazelnut, I know. I already asked.”

“You, Carrie Wilson, are an angel.”

“I know. Now c’mon, we have to get going or we’ll be late too. And you know Levy has a reputation for dealing with late students.”

“Oh yeah, Flynn's dead when she gets here.”

“For sure.”

As Carrie walked away and Julie finished locking up her stuff again, Patterson’s smile lingered in her mind. It was so rarely aimed at her, and infuriating as it was, she did like seeing it. Julie closed her eyes momentarily and huffed out a breath, clearing any image of Patterson from her mind. She wasn't about to think about that boy any longer than necessary.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms fic #jatp fic #juke #willex #flarrie #juke fic

[homieswithhades]

okay so loki ep 1 thoughts, as i go: (under the cut)

- 2012 steve there for .2 seconds 💔💔💔💔

- "crimes against the timelime" "reset the timeline" ??? marvel you will die here tonight

- i wonder how goofy this show will b

- IM THE ROBOT THAT TAKES LOKIS CLOTHES OFF (BOOBIES)

- ahehe kitty 🥺😭

- MISS MINUTES BBG WILL YOU DO ME A FAVOUR AND GET STEVES ASS

- AAAA THE INTRO IS SO COOL

- is this the dude from marley and me ??

- loki gnna be in contempt of court if he keeps this up 😭😭

- "oh belive me, you can smell the cologne of two tony starks" LMAOOO GET HIS ASSSS

- wink 😉

- enemies to lovers owen wilson and loki. right??? am i gonna find out this dudes name or am i gnnna have 2 call him owen wilson

- ayo that looks like the bee movie city

- ahhh mobius okay good to know

- this is really charged idk what to think

- mmmm this is better than the therapy scenes in tfatws bc its actaully getting somewhere

- AH WINK 😉 ok nvm he had a bomb

- HE WINK PLS

- i think its wild we get to see more of steve in this than we did in tfatws

- "WHATS A FISH"

- LMAOOOO NOT THR FUCKING INFINITY STONES PISS OFFFFFF

- that screensaver of steve is abt to have more screentime than actual steve did in infinity war

- HES CRYIJF NO BABIE NOOOO MY POOR THING

- shitttt okay....

- OMG HES OPENING UP my lil meow meow

- oooooh twisty twist

- RIGHTNNNN OKAY I SEE I SEE

- looking forward to ep 2 🧐🧐🧐🧐

- OK SO EDIT AFTER THE FACT BUT???!?! IF THE AVENGERS FUCKING WITH TIME WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN, IS THAT SUPPOSED TO JUSFTIFY STEVES ENDING?????????????????????????? BC IF SO MARVEL CAN ACTUALLY TRULY REALLY SUCK MY DICK AND BALLS 

#long post #loki spoilers

[greenorangevioletgrass]

Okay so this more platonic concept but yknow how there’s all these imagines for readers being Buckys daughter????i want me some Wilson!reader 😤😤 give me all the sam being the best and worst father ever

notes: Sam as a dad is *chef's kiss* and that is a FACT

warnings: gender neutral reader, a lot of mtual embarrassment lol, and a healthy father/child relationship bc we love that!

***

so Sam wakes up crazy early out of habit. he goes out on a run and then goes home to have breakfast

but not before blasting Marvin Gaye or Stevie Wonders downstairs, knocking on your door going "time to school, monkey!!"

he's all about routines but he knows you don't bode well with too much rigidity, so he mixes it up with music and dancing and goofing around

everyone just knows your dad as a very calm and collected VA counselor who's very patient with whatever bullshit he faces in PTA meetings

and he is, when there's actual conflicts. he would sit you down, go "okay. talk me through it," and listen intently and treat you like an adult

at some point you joke "dang i can never throw tantrums with you! i wanna slam the door and crank out loud music to show you im mad at you dad 😖 like a nORMAL TEEN!!!" lmao

but what everyone doesn't know (at least, not right away) is just how much of a dork he is

you can't ever bring your friends over bc he'd try and talk to them using young people lingo purely to embarrass you (you kicked him out of the living room and he went "yeet" and you wanted to DIE okay???)

goofy dad dancing all day everyday and be like "y'all kids don't know what's cool anymore with your justin bieber and one direction and all that. but earth, wind, and fire is THE JAM"

sometimes said dancing affects food quality and he fucks up dinner bc of it sometimes lmao

"were you jamming to james brown?" "..yea" "....is that why this is a little burnt?" "sorry kid"

and for a little now, you've been in the proximity of captain america (which is huge bc a) he's an icon, and b) he's literally huge lol) which is really cool

now it's your turn to embarrass him like "hey dad can i ask for his autograph? maybe a selfie? or an instastory??"

"man be cool, i work with him. also NO!! he's a fugitive rn!"

but you're already coming up to him and be like "mr rogers, can you sign my cap notebook please?" and Steve is surprised. "I didn't know you had a kid."

your dad was about to answer but you beat him to it. "i told him to keep it down. wouldn't want people to find out my secret identity 😉"

sam just sighs and facepalms for about two days straight looooool

#this is so much fun to write #sam wilson imagine #sam wilson headcanons #dad!sam wilson #sam wilson fanfic #sam wilson fluff #ava writes #broadway bestie boi

[petewentzisblack1312]

I think going off of MANIA and people saying it’s a bad album I think they kinda knew people wouldn’t “get” it… and that’s why they put Wilson (Expensive Mistakes) on there and like. “if I could get my shit together I’m gonna run away and never see any of you again” and “I became such a strange shape from trying to fit in” and in the music video they are literally SELLING themselves (out) like!!! Their brains I can’t

But I think that song has a lot of similarities to Thriller like “crowds are won and lost and won again but our hearts beat for the die hards” —> “There’s nothing more cruel to be loved by everybody but you” kinda feels connected to me in a way I can’t exactly explain. Idk. I feel like Wilson is also a hodgepodge of a lot of different stuff so it’s difficult to glean a meaning from it but I do feel like it’s trying to do what Thriller (and also The Take Over, Breaks Over tbh) was doing, a “fuck you, I’m changing my sound AGAIN, you all make me want to run away bc you can’t handle change for one second, life is chaos ANYWAY, let me be chaotic to help me deal” and idk. I feel like it’s the natural progression from those IOH songs, like “at this point I’m done with this shit, I’m too old to care, I’m not staying the same for your comfort”. I think that’s SUCH an important song on the album tho for that reason when they did like a full 180 from SRAR and AB/AP which were more similar than they were different in that they were both more mainstream pop rock albums for the most part. Like if FOB was just trying to cash in on trends lmao they would’ve done the EDM thing a lottt earlier since it was a lot bigger at the time they were doing the pop rock shtick in like 2013-2016. Which idk. I guess they’re still fundamentally pop rock but u know what I mean, they bent genre a lot for MANIA In ways they didn’t for the prior two albums.

Also I hope you are feeling better :)

1) im not quite better yet as you may be able to tell from my still being up at almost 2am but getting there

2) idk what to say except rt^ like id say fall out boy is, on average, alt rock, just because they pull from so many different genres that it feels limiting to pick any one prefix but ultimately fall out boy is fall out boy. they do what they want when they want and if their fans want to come along for the ride were welcome to. were also welcome to express dissatisfaction (iirc once a fan told patrick she was personally disappointed with his ep and he paid her back right then and there) so when they said "crowds are won and lost and won again but our hearts beat for the diehards" they really meant it.

i think youre right in saying mania is a more mature version of ioh, i feel like they both approach fame and mental illness, but they put emphasis in different places. ioh focuses on fame, because when youre young youre kind of a mirror and what people think of you matters a lot no matter what. but mania focuses on mental health because fame is just a part of life now, and when you get older you (should) learn that other people arent you, and you dont Have to take their opinion into account.

ultimately no notes anon great take

#dils declares #currently trying ro convince myself i need sleep bear with me #ioh #mania

[jaeyunluvs]

you’re mine - aron piper

Requested by @fashphotolife : yeah just like a hot jealous aron bc like ugh that’s probably hot 🥵Not really a specific request but just like a hot jealous aron Piper imagine

A/N: AHH I LOVE JEALOUS IMAGINES!!!!! Thank you so much for requesting! I saw many people doing the jealous interview thing, like buzzfeed interviews and stuff, it’s gonna be similar to that !

disclaimer: i don’t know any of these people personally, i made some characters up! english is my second language so please let me know if i have mistakes! :) also poor spanish, i’m sorry profesor

note: im sorry i used starbucks, pls don’t sue me that’s the only international coffee brand i can remember!  it’s unedited :))

word count: 1,5K

warnings: none but hot jealous aron is on his way ;) oh and crappy writing :’)

gif creds to @piperaron​ - <3

“Y/N! Come on! We’re getting late!” Your boyfriend Aron warned you at the phone. He was downstairs, waiting for you. You were getting prepared for the live interview with the Elite cast, including you. 

“Okay, okay!” you said on the phone and closed. You wore a white elegant dress and kinda revealing but you didn’t mind cause you looked amazing. When you ran downstairs you saw a curly head in a car, looking in your direction.

“Wo-w, hola carina” He stared at you, breathless. 

“hi babe!” You get in the car and kissed him on the lips. He still stared at you so you decided to speak up.

“earth to Aron! you there?” you stared at his brown eyes filled with love. He blushed and looked away kinda embarrassed.

“Lo siento amor you’re just to beautiful!” Now it was your turn to blush. He giggled, placed a kiss your lips and started the engine.

You wanted to stop and get coffee on your way. Aron wanted to come to get coffee with you. It was your local starbucks shop.

“Do you remember our first date was here?” Aron asked. You glanced and felt the nostalgia. 

“You were super nervous I can’t believe how you changed so much.” You answered smiling. He managed to laugh.

“Maybe you’re the reason why I’m changed” He stared at you. You giggled at his cheesiness.

“Hi can I get your order?” You and Aron were interrupted by a good looking employee asking for your order.

“Hi, can I get a Latte Macchiato please?” you asked.

“What’s your name?” He asked, looked like smiling.

“Y/N” you said not caring enough.

“I like your name just a pretty name for a pretty lady” he said not caring about the guy next to him. 

You were taken aback by the compliment with saying a simple thank you without emotion but before you could say anything more, Aron pushed you to his side, can’t tell that you guys are dating because you weren’t public.

“Careful big guy, she has a boyfriend and I’ll kick anyone’s ass if I see someone flirting with her.” He was raising his voice. You hold him down.

“Aron, Aron stop, stop, chill” you looked at him you knew he gets calmer when he looks you in the eyes. When he calmed down, you ordered for him. The poor barista was watching you guys on shock and fear. 

You paid and mouthed a sorry for his actions. He didn’t say anything just a weak smile. You hated when there’s a fight. 

Then you got your orders and when you were leaving Aron shouted. “My eyes on you” to the poor barista and he got so guilty in front of his customers.

You punched him in the arm. “Aron what the fuck? He was a poor boy, and we’re not public you know this is so normal.” You stated. Aron didn’t look at you just walked into the car.

“He can’t just flirt with a random girl especially you!” You held him by his wrist. 

“You know you’re the only guy for me right?” You looked at him with a serious expression. He managed to have a weak smile then continued to ride.

When you were on the interview set, Ester and Danna ran to you. 

“Hola bebe, we should get prepared. Hola Aron, go to the boys room.” Danna said. You waved your hand as a signal of saying “bye” and he did the same. The cast didn’t know you guys were a thing either.

You met the other female cast mates and had your make up artist prepare you. After preparing all the cast got into a room and sat around. You and Aron sat next to each other obviously. 

“Hello ColaStation watchers, I’m Amell Wilson and today, I’m here with the elite cast! we’re going to read fan messages and play “Who’s most likely to?”. Here we go!” He said cheerfully. 

Everyone introduced themselves and the interview started with “Who’s Most Likely To?” 

“Who’s most likely to be single?” Everyone pointed you and Aron. You both laughed. Amell, the interviewer smiled too.

“Who’s most likely to be rule a fashion company?” Most of the cast pointed you and you blushed. “You have a great taste in fashion, carina” Omar said, you thanked him by blowing him a kiss. One of a sudden, interviewer Amell commented “You do have a great taste in fashion Y/N you look beautiful.” He said. 

Aron was startled by this comment and you noticed this but ignored it because everyone was here.

You played the game for awhile, laughed, had fun together. By the interview continued you could see Amell watching you. Aron noticed and cleched his fists but couldn’t do anything.

You eventually had a break after the first game. The cast divided, but most of them went to outside to smoke, including Aron. You and Danna, went to restroom and the preparation room before going back to Aron’s. While you were waiting for Danna outside, you saw Amell approaching you. Oh no you thought yourself.

“Hi Y/N”

“Hello?”

“Umm so I-” Amell was interrupted by Danna. Thankfully because you were getting kinda uncomfortable and you hated making Aron like this

“¿Qué es lo que pasa aquí?” Danna came and tied her arm into yours started walking. 

“No lo se, he came and talk to me.” You made sure. Your look on your face was explaining and Danna trusted you so she didn’t make a scene.

Meanwhile in the smoking session, the boys were talking about how Amell looking at you.

“No lo se porque pero, Amell can’t stop staring at her.” Miguel claimed.

“Yeah it is getting kinda weird” Alvaro started a little laughter. Aron wasn’t paying attention, jealousy was burning inside of him.

“Imagine Y/N, one of the most beautiful girl in the world not being single. I can hear the people crying.” Omar said. Aron just smiled and smirked.

“Like Y/N would date him.” Aron said sarcastically. Everyone looked at Aron and noticed how angry he was. They knew something was behind this.

After thirty minutes, the cast turned back to do the last activity, anonymous fan comments on the actors.

It started with Ester. 

“ ’Ester Exposito is literally queen she’s my idol.’ Awhh thank you.” She blew some kisses to the camera.

“’ Alvaro is so underrated, he is a great actor. Keep up! Love you!’ Thank you so much I love you too!” Alvaro smiled.

“ ‘Aron Piper is that lucky guy to make out Omar. Don’t you think? I’m jealous.’” Omar just laughed and mouthed a thank you.

“’ Aron is literally every girls’ celebrity crush at this point. Thank you Elite creators.’” Aron just smiled and thanked at the comment. When they handed the box over you, Amell continued to stare at you.

“’Y/N is that girl that I would literally die for, I’m so happy she’s single can you marry me?’“ 

“Hahaha he’s kinda right!” Amell laughed and added. And this was the end of Aron’s patience. He couldn’t help but said,

“Too bad she has a boyfriend” He laughed grasping your hand quickly.

Everyone in shock, can’t say anything.

“I KNEW IT!” Itzan shouted

“ALVARO GIVE ME MY 50 EUROS” Jorge said laughing.

You looked at them in shock not knowing what’s going on. Alvaro groaned and gave him the 50 euro bill.

“We get into a bet, I knew you guys we’re dating” Jorge showing you the bill.

“Honestly, it couldn’t have been more obvious but I’m still mad you didn’t tell me” Danna said pouting.

“You guys are so cute together.” Mina said. You were so happy with all the comments you were receiving by the cast. Their blessings were really important. 

“Now, that it’s public, take your eyes off of my girlfriend.” Aron growled at Amell. You can see he was getting scared. They stopped the live and some advertisements to calm down Aron.

“Okay Aron, I think we should end this live and go.” You said holding him. He looked at you, he couldn’t stand your eyes.

After a break, everyone turned back to the interview, but it was super awkward. Amell couldn’t look at any of you.

“Thank you for the dearest elite cast, and thank you for watching. Don’t forget to like and subscribe for more of this content!” Amell said and the turned the camera to the cast to say goodbye.

Aron waved and immediately kissed you on the lips. Everyone was cheering. When you ended the kiss and live, your phone blew up from all of your friends and family.

Sister: ARE YOU DATING ARON? HOW?

Best friend: It’s funny how I know it and everyone’s getting crazy hehe

Brother: I’M GOING TO KICK HIS ASS 

You laughed at all the messages you’ve been receiving, especially your best friend’s. 

After the interview, Danna hold you and forced you to explain everything and all the details about you and Aron. 

“SPILL THE TEA!” Danna shouted.

“Umm so we started dating 3-4 months ago...” You continued to explain while watching everyone’s jaw dropped. For a little while later, Aron came smirking to you.

“Hey ladies, mind if I steal mi novia, for a minute?” 

“No Aron, ella es nuestras amiga.” fought Claudia laughing.

You smiled at girls “I’ll be back in 5″ and they continued to talk.

Aron held you close, holding your hand, pulling you to his side. 

“You’re mine. And no one can ever take you away from me.” He said whispering to your ear with a serious tone. “Especially a guy like A- what Ameelllo?” He said making you laugh with a funny tone this time

“Congrats Aron, you ruined the moment. I said it once, I’ll say it forever, don’t worry bebe, another guy like ‘Ameeellooo’ could never make me crazy like you do. ” 

#aron piper #aron piper x reader #aron piper x you #aron piper x y/n #aron piper imagines #aron piper imagine #aron x reader #aron-piper-x-reader #elite #elite actor #ander #ander munoz #ander munoz x reader #elite imagine #arón piper #arón #request #requested #aron piper fanfiction #cute #netflix #romance #couple #miguel bernardeau #danna paola #jorge lopez #omar ayuso #crappy writing #deep's writings #i love aron

[morninkim]

Favourite PCs from dimension 20?

OKAY LEMME DIG DEEP

For simplicity I'll go with one per season just so I don't end up writing whole essays on everyone in the entire show

Fantasy High -

Figueroth Faeth - god I love Fig so much, the way she goes from angsty bad girl teen who's acting out and trying too hard bc she feels scorned by her circumstances and the fact that her life was upended by The Sudden Realisation Of Her Infernal Heritage to legitimately caring and introspective friend who works to better how she presents herself to those around her is one of my favourite parts of Fantasy High + Figayda owns my entire soul (bonus shoutout to Figaydadaine bc I thought about it the other week and Adaine having to come to grips with realising that what she feels when Fig and Ayda kiss or something is, in fact, not only jealousy but jealousy TWICE is very good and compelling and I just think that Adaine Abernant is an ace lesbian)

Escape from the Bloodkeep -

Leiland - YES I'm a lesbian YES I'm a Matt Mercer simp we exist, the way he plays Leiland in Bloodkeep is so well done and I love the concept of someone so devoted that it blinds them to their true worth and they end up defining themself by how useful they are to the subject of their devotion, so much so that it's detrimental to their own mental health. Until they are eventually faced with a situation where they no longer have anyone to please and have to reconcile with the fact that they have worth beyond what they mean to others and also BECAUSE they mean things to others. Also I think that he and Markus should kiss, Matt and Ify should come back to do a oneshot w Brennan that is just that I'll fund it myself

The Unsleeping City -

Sofia Lee/Bicicleta - GOD THE VERY PEAK OF CHOSEN ONE NARRATIVES. She's so fucking DRIVEN and love her so much. The scene where she chooses herself is so fucking good and i've mentioned before that I love that it happened in the same episode as Ricky's big chosen one moment bc just like I love the Pete/Kingston dichotomy I'll NEVER be over the Ricky/Sofia dichotomy of "Man chosen by those who came before him" vs "Woman chosen by no others but herself" + Monk/Warlock is a Very Good combo and Emily Axford deserves the world also. YES IM A SIMP FOR EMILY CHARACTERS IM ENTITLED TO BE. Anyway Sofia's the only one of the main cast who doesn't have any real cosmic obligation to do good in the context of those 17 episodes but she does it anyway and I love her for it

Tiny Heist -

Either Agnes or Bean - first off I love Jess Ross and Griffin McElroy in general, they're both incredibly funny and so great. Agnes' reveal of the fact that she's dying is so heartbreaking and the fact that the Heist is her last hurrah is so cool and sexy of her, we love a morally dubious facewoman. Bean is a delight, the fact that Griffin said "hell yeah" one time and then it became the Watermelon Dojo's motto?? Incredible. He also leads to some of the most resourceful and fun moments in the show just bc of having such WACK Monk abilities in a heist setting which is SO GOOD. I might be misremembering things bc I truthfully have only watched TH once but y'know

A Crown of Candy -

AMETHAR. FUCKING AMETHAR.

He's so fucking good and Lou plays him so perfectly and just,,, the way he talks about his experiences playing Amethar in AP is so interesting to listen to bc you can ABSOLUTELY feel the imperfect dad mindset shining through his performance. The way he's the king who never wanted to be king, the way he's a father who's trying to do what's right by not only his daughters and his family, but his kingdom as well, even if he sometimes doesn't know what that is. I'll never forget the heartbreak I felt as Brennan was playing out the excommunication scene and you can see and hear Lou's pained "No"s as he goes on and.......I love Lou Wilson and I love Amethar so fucking much,,,,, truly if push had come to shove and he'd actually died sacrificing himself to stop his daughters from killing each other, I don't think I'd have ever recovered. There's something about parents who sincerely try their best but never really succeed to the fullest that get to me real hard

I haven't seen Pirates of Leviathan yet bc I was waiting for it to all come out before watching it but I anticipate I'll probably love Jack, Bob or Myrtle (leaning toward Myrtle bc aah hot monster lady.......)

#asks #anon #dimension 20 #d20 #fantasy high #the unsleeping city #a crown of candy #escape from the bloodkeep #tiny heist