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[mswyrr]

#rhaenicent #brilliant! #click thru to see the whole piece #it's a great concept beautifully done ✔️ 👏 👌 ❤️ 💖 ✨️

[fandomnerd9602]

On a Whim

Fem!Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Y/N POV:

A toaster. You were dumped for a toaster. That’s what you kept saying as you drank your coffee in the Moondance Diner. Your best friend Harley Keener was consoling you.

“I’m sorry you had to go thru that” Harley gave you a pat on the back, “but you’re a Stark! You can have any gal you want”

“I’d rather have a quality girl like-” you teared up a little just about to say her name. Harley hugs you tight.

“You gotta get back out there”

“I do?”

He reassures you, “yeah. In fact I dare you to ask out the next girl our age that you see.”

Was it some sort of fate, or divine conspiracy? Because it just happened that your best friend and fellow Avenger in training Petra Parker approached your table in her waitress outfit.

“Hey Harley, Stark, what can I order for you?” she gave you one of her thousand watt smile. The kind that always seemed to make a hard day training feel better. And then you blurted out something. Something you don’t know where it came from, it just spilled out.

“Will you marry me?”

Petra’s POV

She wasn’t supposed to be there for a shift at Moondance Diner. She was supposed to be out on a date with Laslo Allen. But he stood her up. Apparently he got too tired of her running late for dates, completely unaware that she was the Spectacular Spider Girl.

So with a broken heart, she accepted an extra shift at the diner. A bit of extra cash and something to distract her mind.

Luckily as she was in the middle of her shift, she saw you and Harley in one of the booths, sipping your coffees.

“I’ll take care of table five, Betty” Petra smiled at her coworker before heading to your table.

“Hey Harley. Stark, what can I get for you?” She flashed her smile at you.

“Will you marry me?” you asked her. Petra’s heart stopped and then fluttered. You were one of her best friends. Sure yeah you were the heir to the Stark family and a fellow teammate, but she always felt that she could talk with you, tell you whatever was bothering her. It felt real to be with you. There was already an intimacy there that she couldn’t have with anyone else. Petra couldn’t help but smile.

Y/N POV:

You were at a loss for words. Did you really just blurt out a proposal to your best friend?! The silence was deafening. Harley looked at you with a mix of shock and surprising support.

“I-I mean it doesn’t have to be like right now” you stuttered. You didn’t exactly inherit your father’s smooth talking ways. “It can be like a couple months or a year down the-”

“Yes” Petra whispered back. A small giggle escaped her lips, “yes! Yes!!”

She dropped her little notepad and pencil and jumped into your lap. How could something feel so right? Her arms were wrapped around your neck, her infectious laugh was so amazing. You held her tight.

And then she began kissing you. The sparks, the way her lips clicked perfectly against yours. You gently took a hold of her waist and held her tight in your lap, deepening the kiss.

Harley tore a napkin to pieces and threw it up like some sort of makeshift confetti. “Congrats!” he said, “I call dibs on being best man”

Petra’s POV:

She swung thru the city later that day, landing on the rooftop of her and May’s apartment. She was giddy and yet a little scared too. You and her were still seniors in high school and here she was having accepted a marriage proposal. Honestly it made her more giddy.

She crawled into the apartment thru the living room window and came face to face with Aunt May, Tony Stark, and you.

“I suppose congrats are in order” May said with her arms crossed.

“A marriage proposal? Really you two?” Tony asked.

“I’m not doing any better than her” you smiled at Petra, you walked over and took her hand. “she’s it, Dad. The most amazing girl in the whole world”

“But you’re in high school!” May countered.

“Aunt May, I didn’t say we were tying the knot today” Petra spoke up.

“But marriage that’s so reckless” Tony said but then he teared up. “Reckless? Without a care? I’m so proud of you, Y/N! You are my kid!”

Aunt May smacked Tony upside the head for that one. May approached her niece and Y/N. A small smile made its way across her aunt’s face.

“Promise you’ll finish high school?” May asked.

Petra couldn’t help but smile, “I’ll finish high school first.”

You take her hand gently, “And I’ll never leave your side”

Tony just gave a little approving smirk. He tossed a little ring over to the two of you. The one that he found you picking out after Petra went out on patrol. You slid the beautiful yet humble engagement ring on Petra’s waiting finger. She couldn’t help but cry tear of joy and kiss you again

You and Petra spent the rest of senior year studying for your exams, fighting crime and occasionally planning your nuptials. The girl who broke your heart faded in your mind, as much as Lazlo faded from Petra’s. The two of you spent time getting to know one another and grow together as best friends turned lovers. And of course, Tony was more than happy to flip the bill. Even bought you a property in Queens. A reflex he says, but he just wanted to make sure you and Petra were happy.

A funny way to tell your kids how you and Petra ended up marrying one another. But little Richard and May love hearing it. As for the Avenger side of things, the Spectacular Spider Girl and the Iron Knight still make quite an amazing team

Tags: @jacelion @deafeningsharkslimeempath @ma1egamer @holiday-house-of-m @family-house-of-m @konstantin609 @iamnicodemus @supercorpdanbeau @kingofthelizardpeople @multi-fandom-enjoyer

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #spider woman #spider girl #Petra Parker #hailee steinfeld #friends to lovers #peter parker #rule 63 #gender swap #genderswap #genderbent #genderbend #peter parker x reader #spider man #spider man x reader #stark reader #stark family #across the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #spider society

[profoundbondfanfic]

Mad at your Dad?

Mad at your Dad? By wannaliveindeansdimples Rating: Mature Word Count: 7k

Dean wasn’t sure why he was even scrolling through Craigslist. Especially not the casual encounters section. It was four days before Thanksgiving. Not like he was gonna try and hook up with someone before that shitstorm. After, sure, but not before. He kept scrolling, though, not clicking anything until a title caught his eye. Alone on Thanksgiving? Mad at your dad? I am a 28 year old male felon who has no degree, but has studied enough theologies of the world, behavioral psychology, and philosophy to set your whole family’s teeth on edge—no matter which way they lean, politically, religiously or in terms of neuroses. I drive a van the same age as me that’s got a mural on the side of an angel holding an orgy. I can play between the ages of 20-30 depending on whether I shave. I live off an inheritance, and sell weed on the side. If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship (monogamous or polyamorous, whichever sounds most like it would freak out su familia) with you (and/or others), to torment your family, I’m game...

A shortie but definitely worth the time to sit back and relax with this fabulous piece of fiction. Cas is everything you want a mentally healthy endverse!Cas to be, irreverent, smart as shit, and sexy as all hell. The man literally has no shame and it's a joy to witness.

Dean has been pushed past his limit and can't handle his family's medling and his father's disapproval anymore. The ad he sees in the paper seems like the perfect prank.

The best part? Cas gets thru to his family in ways Dean never could and Dean can see through all of Cas' bullshit for the armor that it is. They're both broken, both lonely, and both adorable.

For a happy, funny, quick fix, give this one a read.

#destiel #fic rec #mature #au #<10k #modern setting #fluff #fake relationship #strangers to lovers #fuckup!castiel #holidays #fuckup!dean #homophobia #bad parent john winchester #author: wannaliveindeansdimples #Mad at your Dad?

[frownyalfred]

I am hoping you can help me better understand something about my Zach Snyder feelings, because I know you have enjoyed his work.

I have conflicting feelings and I THINK it comes down to a different imagery language and some unnamed thing in his storytelling. It's mostly the unnamed thing I'm trying to ID.

When I describe broadly the plots, character motivation (obviously as I understand them), and events, I find myself very interested in his movies and what they have to say. Then I rewatch and I don't feel the same way. It feels dark (desaturation or whatever that filter is called), overly dramatic in a way that feels cartoonist or silly instead of meaningful, or boring and slow. There are some engaging moments some that are action some that are pretty or funny. However, few that move/engage me.

I know people often love or hate Snyder but I mostly feel his movies exist, have a few interesting elements but overall if they weren't about characters I was interested in, I just wouldn't watch. I don't hate or love it. I don't think it's the greatest or the worst.

Example of a storytelling concept that I get and liked in theory but not execution. The Martha, why did you say that name moment. Snyder is connecting Bruce to Clark's "humanity" in a way that hits Bruce in a place where he is always vulnerable and is primal/basic. When people mock this scene I have the urge to defend because I understand (in my way) what he was going for, but I can't because at no point in watching or rewatching that scene do I feel that. Even though he rehashed the Wayne's death in the beginning, then connects back to it during their fight about what his parent's taught Bruce. It still FEELS out of place and "falsely" dramatic.

That's all I can think to give as an example and not make this longer (sorry this is long). But if my descriptions click something for you as a writer and fan of Snyder, please let me know. I just don't know what it is about his storytelling and it's annoying to not understand why there is this disconnect.

Thank you for your patience, if you even get thru this, LOL.

I'm not a film major and I am definitely no expert, but I've been thinking about this ask. I agree with a lot of what you brought up, though it is hard to describe what that exact disconnect is with Snyder's films, and you'll get a million different opinions depending on who you ask.

To me, Snyder's DC films always feel like movies that were excellent plots on paper wrapped around a series of interesting and awe-inducing visuals and scores. There are scenes he does well -- one of my favorites being the initial scene in BVS where Bruce runs into the Battle of Metropolis -- almost because they feel like a separate, isolated moment in his script. There are scenes that drag, exposition dump, and feel dark and strange.

There seems to be a disconnect between him, the writer, and him, the director. He's good at both, don't get me wrong -- but there's something missing in between.

People on reddit will tell you the problem with BVS, at the end of the day, is all the plot holes or the cheesy dialogue. I mostly disagree. Especially after seeing Oppenheimer recently, I think Snyder struggles with building and maintaining the pace of his plot and the emotions he's trying to cultivate in his viewers. Continuity is key -- scenes building up on each other, revealing new layers of meaning and importance, leaving viewers guessing only on the least-obvious plot points.

He has all the pieces -- decent dialogue, powerhouse actors, amazing CGI, a script most people wouldn't laugh at on paper -- but they don't quite form a whole.

I did a quick review of some the things I like about BVS, thinking through this ask, and I think it's pretty revealing that most of those things are pieces, not overall themes.

The Battle of Metropolis flashback

Ben Affleck visually as Bruce Wayne

Lex's scenes with the Senator

The score

Kryptonite/Training scene

Lex's entry into Zod's ship

Diana

Bruce at the fundraiser

Warehouse fight scene

Alfred's dialogue

Lakehouse shots

Knightmare scene

As for the Martha scene, my inclination is that it's rarely out of place or strange when written correctly. In fics, I've seen it done very well. But Snyder doesn't use it for what it is -- a climax of Bruce Wayne's anger and misguided actions -- because he never truly brought the viewer all the way along with Bruce.

TL;DR: I don't know either. But I agree and commiserate with you on this. I still enjoy watching BVS and other Snyder films, but seeing other films -- especially Nolan's, which I'm not saying are theoretically better -- makes the difference very jarring.

#zack snyder #batman v superman #bvs #asks #batman v superman: dawn of justice #batman vs superman #bruce wayne #batman #dc #clark kent #superman #long rambly imperfect thoughts #I'm sure people will disagree with me on this but #alas #I am no film major

[portablenetworkgraphic]

I’m going insane over here. Ok. Strap in. I’ve got a lot to say.

I’ve already made a couple posts about this but the thoughts are running rampant in here and I think I’ve got some more in depth topics I want to get into this time.

(really long post its like 1.5k words so dont click on it if u dont wanna scroll thru all that LOL)

First off, we’ve got the voting system. I have… a lot of gripes about the voting system. I’ll preface this statement with maybe I’m wrong, because I haven’t spent a lot of time interacting with the fandom, but it seems like a lot of people are taking the voting system at face value. The premise is simple, after all. Examine the prisoner, assess their crime, and decide whether you think it was justifiable, right? But there’s a twist, obviously. Your verdicts have a direct impact on the prisoners. And you are speaking through the audience surrogate, the warden at Milgram prison, Es. Es is very interesting to me. Despite being a clear self insert, they absolutely exhibit personality of their own, and thought processes and decisions that aren’t influenced by the audience at all. A perfect unreliable narrator. They aren’t a character at first as much as a lens to see the prison through. From the very beginning, they insist on the same thing: job first, questions later. They’re the warden after all. No time to think about the prison. Now I haven’t read the light novel so I’m sure I could go more in depth on my thoughts on the prison if I had read it, but regardless of that, it’s painfully clear how suspicious the whole situation is. However, the way it’s framed almost makes the prison itself, the warden, and Jackalope fade into the background. It’s kind of brilliant actually. Anyway, you’re voting through Es. But who says Es has the right to pass judgement? Look. No one knows what Milgram is. What their ulterior motives are. What’s ultimately going to happen at the end of the project. According to the light novel, it's happened before, so again, I’m perhaps not the most knowledgeable about this part. But why does Milgram get to decide what to do with the prisoners? It feels awfully hypocritical and potentially dangerous. But the whole project is set up so you have no other choice than to vote. It’s fascinating. You’re led towards the conclusion that Milgram wants you to reach. And your immediate thought is NOT to question it, because it’s a piece of media. Why would it lie?

Alright, bear with me for a minute. You know the original milgram experiment? The one the whole thing is supposedly based on? It's about obedience to authority. Listen to me. I am shaking you guys by the shoulders. It’s about obedience to authority. DOESN’T THAT SOUND LIKE WHAT I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT. They had people administer shocks to “test participants”. The shocks got higher and higher till near fatal levels. The test participants weren’t actually real, but they found that “every participant [went] up to 300 volts, and 65% [went] up to the full 450 volts.” (Milgram experiment, Wikipedia). The whole video series is like this experiment. I don’t know. You get it. You get the connection. I don’t know how much better I can explain this. You can imagine me jumping up and down and flapping my hands.

Listen to me. If you aren’t looking at it from a meta perspective that’s fine. I get it. Most media I like I just passively engage with. Usually that’s more fun for me. But frankly with Milgram I feel as if not looking at it from a meta perspective makes you just another test participant. Another shock administrator. Another cog in the machine. I see people talk about Milgram’s bad writing sometimes, and, you know, fair. There are subjects not handled with the care they need. I’m not claiming that Milgram is perfect. But I haven’t seen anyone talk about how fucking cool this is. They’ve taken the art form and made it into a mechanism. I think it’s kind of brilliant.

Anyway, essentially what I’m trying to say with perhaps an excessive amount of words is that I don’t think we have the right to pass judgement on the prisoners. From a meta perspective, of course.

Apologies in advance for another interjection. This part is perhaps less relevant to the rest of the post, but it’s so cool that I kinda wanna skim over it anyway. You can skip this part if it's getting too long for you, especially since I already kind of touched on it up there. Es as not only an audience surrogate but ALSO as their own character makes them so interesting. I personally actually hated them for a little while after watching some of the voice dramas. Because they act cruel. And make bad decisions. And say insensitive things. And some of that is seeping in from the audience, but even more interesting to me is that a lot of it is just a result of their environment. They’re harsh and defensive and seem very convinced in their own righteousness, and they come off as a total asshole about it sometimes. But think about it. They’ve woken up in this prison. Fucking insane. But instead of freaking out about it, they begin to cling to their newfound authority. I mean, it’s the most rational thing to do. Like, it’s not a normal thing to do, but it’s rational. It’s easy to make yourself forget about everything else when you fixate on a certain point, so that’s what they do. They don’t seem to think there’s any way out of this besides becoming a willing participant, so they lean real hard into the whole “warden” thing. They’re just as trapped as the prisoners are. I believe there’s an empty cell in the prison. Probably Es’s; It’s not a hard conclusion to come to. Milgram has happened before and my guess is that the prisoners are picked more or less by chance. This has very interesting implications. Either Es is a totally random person, or they’re just like the other prisoners, having taken a life. This would make sense as to why they needed to have their memories erased. This makes the whole thing just that much more hypocritical. But I digress.

And so now we come to my second point. Or maybe third on account of the tangents. The parallels with the other prisoners. Specifically number 03, Fuuta. Fuuta is a really good example of taking things out of proportion. His crime is simple: something along the lines of cyberbullying someone into commiting suicide. So like, yes. Objectively? Shitty. Shitty move. He’s not a great person. 20 year old terminally online gamer. Many people off the bat are not going to like him, and therefore probably vote him guilty. But put that into scale: he did not actively kill the person, nor was his intention to cause death. Which is not to say he wasn’t in the wrong. But consider it; we’ve got this weird suspicious prison complex. And we’ve got some loser online. And then there��s the immediate consequence. Now we didn’t know Kotoko was going to go crazy, but regardless of that, that was the consequence of us voting Fuuta guilty. Now he’s literally missing an eye for the crime of… being mean online. So clearly some people started to think about this (hence his innocent vote in trial 2). He’s a crack in the facade, or something of the sort. Apply pressure, dig a little deeper, and it starts looking like, well, the stuff I’ve already said.

But more than that is the realization that Fuuta really has just been taken and put into this prison. He’s a normal person, who has behaved in a less than ideal way, but still a normal person, put into this absurd situation. And you know who else is like that? Well, everybody, but specifically Es. I genuinely do not think there will be a happy ending for anyone unless Es begins to realize this. Which means the audience beginning to realize this. The “innocent” and “guilty” votes don’t really mean anything. Or, they do, because they’ve been assigned value, but the person assigning value to them is, once again, Milgram. Or Jackalope, I suppose, assuming he is the guy behind the whole thing. Maybe I’m preaching to the choir. Maybe you guys have already considered this. But it’s been bouncing around my head all day and I was going a bit crazy over it and I had to get it out.

TLDR; I think the whole voting system is rigged in the favor of the prison itself rather than the prisoners, I don’t think that, as Es, we get to decide who is and who is not “guilty”, Milgram Project itself seems an awful lot like the experiment(not the content of the media, but the interactivity of it), and Es has probably done something bad in order to be in the prison in the first place. The key takeaway from this is that I’m actually really normal and pumping out 1.5k words in 2 hours because of this media is an average and usual thing to do.

#some of this probably doesnt make sense but whatever #pleeease if u have any thoughts or disagreements i want to hear them #milgram #milgram project #milgram theory #junebug season #long post #bleeeuhi typed all this out in 2 hrs #milgram spoilers #junes milgram posting tag

[donnerpartyofone]

i find you unimaginably cool and ive expressed to you before on anon the sentiment that i feel a deep kinship towards you for how you speak so candidly abt your own stupidity (pls dont take that as me calling you stupid) bcuz i feel exactly the same way abt my own stupidity and hate when ppl try to talk me out of it but ANYways i just saw your post abt writing a novelization of splice and i am literally reeling. i love that weird ass movie so much and i think writing a novelization of it is one of the most off the wall and amazing things ive ever heard of. i hope that you will share when it is published bcuz i cannot wait to read it. pls know that someone out there understands you (or at least understands you as best as someone can thru this parasocial lens of tumblr and how you choose to share yourself there) and that someone out there thinks you are basically what i hope i can be when i grow up. thank you for sharing. thank you for articulating yourself as well as you do (i too have the itch to tell you you are not stupid but bcuz i know how it is i wont do it but besides that, i think you are one of the clearest and most well articulated writers ive ever encountered online or elsewhere). sorry, this all feels insane to type. im off two tallboy ipas and i just think youre great.

Dearest Correspondent,

Oddly enough, just the other day somebody liked an older post of mine, and when I clicked on it to remind myself of what it was, the next post down was your last message. Anyway, thanks! The whole novelization business is really funny. Do people even know what they are anymore? I didn't know anybody still made them until I was hired to do SPLICE. I used to get them from the drugstore sometimes when I was a kid because my parents were very uptight about what I watched, but they wouldn't be caught dead restricting anyone's reading habits. During my initial conversation with the SPLICE publisher, we kind of bonded over our memories of the CHILD'S PLAY 2 novelization, of all things, that seemed to help me a lot in addition to my ideas about what SPLICE should be like on paper. I tend to think of novelizations as just another piece of merch, but when you write them, I don't know, like you really have to live out the movie in your mind over and over again to figure out what the characters are experiencing physically, environmentally, how their emotional experiences affect their bodies, etc. You have to fill in the blanks of what they think and sense just enough to make your transcription convincing, while staying within certain bounds to honor what the filmmaker meant to say. SPLICE started as kind of a lark for me, and then almost immediately it became extremely personal; when I was nearing the end of my first draft I thought, "OK, well, I guess everyone is about to find out how insane I am." I was afraid it just sounded "crazy" and wouldn't be what the publisher was expecting. But after I turned it in, the surprise encouragement I got from actual-Vincenzo Natali was pretty amazing, so maybe it's good! Maybe you really CAN'T tell how crazy I am, and it's just very entertaining. You'll have to wait and see.

Parasocial relationships are tricky, huh, especially here on tumblr dot com. The best thing you can do for yourself is just be very aware that they are happening within you, a test you seem to have passed. I think a lot of us come here seeking understanding of our weirdest parts, but the more you put out there to find the people who get what you're saying, you simultaneously get a lot of reminders that most people have no idea what you're talking about. There will be people who seem to hate you because they've misunderstood you, and there will also be people who love you but whose interactions prove that they have absolutely no idea what you're communicating. I recently culled a bunch of followers because they were just creating a lot of noise, even though they may have meant well, and I was losing the clarity I needed to keep doing this. I started to see every post as a worrisome opportunity to find out how poorly people can possibly read me, and suppressing the urge to re-explain myself every day was becoming exhausting. And ironically, around the same time, I was briefly mutuals with one of my favorite bloggers ever, and just as I thought we were becoming chummy, they unfollowed me. I didn't freak out, actually I just unfollowed them back because I was concerned about being annoying, but I did have all kinds of Thoughts about this event. I have spent a lot of time reviewing what my projections were about that person, and what my personal investment in their narrative says about me. I think there could be something good to get out of this audit, even though the whole episode is sort of embarrassing. But Tumblr definitely gives you a lot of opportunities to examine your own filters, clean them out once in a while, and get to know yourself a little better--even if other people seem to be getting to know you a little worse! You just have to stick to your own course and see what comes of it.

Uh. What the hell was I saying. I don't know! But I appreciate your messages, I feel "gotten" by them. Some of the follower upheaval recently did involve the way that I process my experience of my own stupidity out loud on here--like I know that sometimes folks are trying to be helpful by contradicting me whenever I sound "negative" (read: realistic), but being told (by strangers) how to feel about yourself and that you're wrong about your own experiences is actually really awful, confusing, frustrating, and undermining. So I don't mind being reminded that my signal is coming through for at least some people. I hope you're doing good this holiday season. I wonder what beers you had, they sound fun!

Good tidings to you,

C

PS Isn't "on here" a weird phrase? I always feel like a primate when I say it, but I have yet to find a different phrase that conveys the same thing as accurately.

[butchladymaria]

11, 12, and 16 for the violence asks!! I need to know

OG POST HERE!!!

11. number of fandom-related words you’ve filtered

actually all 36 terms i have filtered are fandom-related lmao. honestly i use the filtering system as a way to clean up my dash. i sometimes filter a tag if someone i follow gets into a new thing that i’m ambivalent about or unfamiliar with. it means i can keep following them without seeing stuff i’m just not all that interested in yet but also (and especially) to avoid having something spoiled for me if i want to check it out in future! it also means that i can click the “show” button if i’m in the mood for something specific or want to learn more about it — go to their blog and just look for anything filtered :) this is literally the only way i know of to search a tumblr account for specific shit because the actual search function is Actually Useless Shit

16. the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

man there’s so many picks here but i’d have to say annalise. she’s not unpopular as in actively disliked afaik, just more generally overlooked. i need to post more about her but like — she’s such a key piece of bloodborne’s themes around gender and motherhood and its a goddamn shame it doesn’t get talked about more!!! she feels like a foil to miss doll in many ways (editor’s note: i Went Off on this but it needs to be its own post, so rest assured i will elaborate lol). she’s such a goddamn tragic character. in so many ways it feels that she retreated into the role of the queen to cope with the loss of her people: there’s nothing left of her home besides that. she calls herself “we”, not “i”. she is the queen of cainhurst before she is a human being and it feels like a very visceral reaction to the bigotry of the church. she is trapped in the throne room in a nightgown — evidenced the fact that her portraits show her wearing period-typical gowns, and the attire she wears looks like historical sleepwear. it makes me fucking insane. she was wearing her nightgown when the executioners attacked. despite seeing everyone she ever knew and loved be butchered before her eyes, despite being reviled as a corrupted subhuman monstrosity, despite being imprisoned in complete solitude for god only knows how long, she still fucking demands your respect and i love her for it. she is canonically some flavor of queer on account of the fact she rejects your marriage proposal in an identical way regardless of gender. i am able to fulfill my fantasy of a beautiful vampire woman bossing me around thru her questline. what is not to fucking like!!!!

17. you can’t understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc.)

hands down probably the defanging of the women characters: chiefly maria, miss doll, and adella/arianna. like, i know WHY it happens (misogyny) but it’s still baffling to me. why are you making them waifus. follow up question is your taste honest to god just that boring, and if so get better soon. they’re so much cooler than that. shut the fuck up. maria is such a complex character and if i see another clown reducing her to some soft maternal wifey because… what, she was compassionate to the research hall patients and felt bad about doing uhhh *checks notes* A Whole Ass Genocide???? i will staple myself to the ceiling. like some folks will do the most absurd mental gymnastics to call a woman in any media maternal for the most basic things 😭. in a similar vein are the people who shit themselves to death trying to claim that she TOTALLY COULD HAVE BEEN a femmey little uwu housewife even though she has a canonical and marked preference for masc presentation, and actually a woman conforming to victorian gender roles and being attracted to men is an EPIC FEMINIST WIN, actually. usually this comes from cis and/or hets who are convinced they are personally oppressed because like 3 queers on tumblr said maria is a butch lesbian. having said that there are so many amazing artists and theorycrafters that when i was trying to link specific posts/art the list was actually a million years long. some people are annoying but MORE people are so cool and thoughtful and creative!!!!! shoutout to nishihii saintadeline butchjolyne and pretty much all the lgbtqs in the mariadeline tag, all of your work is like oxygen to me 💕 yall are amazing :)

it’s the same with miss doll. either their complexity is painted over by making her the butt of those insufferable sex doll jokes or they’re made out to be this pure innocent mommy/housewife. usually this is hand in hand with just blatantly ignoring the misogyny inherent to the dynamic between her, maria, and gerhman and i just have to wonder how anyone manages to so spectacularly miss the point. i wrote a forty page paper on this. needless to say it makes me insane. i’m also a big fan of YOUR theories on the matter for a different yet equally neat perspective :) also i think marble did a post on it but i cannot for my LIFE find it

also i cannot stress enough how lame it is that adella gets reduced to a flat stereotype. they took a violently traumatized woman who was groomed into loathing herself by the catholic blood cult and who desperately clings onto the hunter for showing her justo the most basic decency of not Leaving Her To Die and decided instead of any of that it would be way cooler to water her down into a “yandere”. same can be said for arianna. like istg if they were men ther would be ESSAYS. but then again if they were men their themes would literally not even be half as cool AND they couldn’t be lesbians so i am writing the essays myself. tl;dr i am absolutely OBSESSED with both @/jurasicass and @/undefeatablesin’s portrayals of both these ladies. finally some good fucking adella/hunter/arianna dynamics‼️‼️‼️

#ask #bornetoblood #lady maria #queen annalise #adella the nun #miss doll #arianna lady of pleasure #i forget my tag for her. #bloodborne #these asks r geared towards the inner little hater but i must be a lover in equal measure. there r so many cool people here #that i couldnt make a complete list if i TRIED #to be clear i think the adella yandere jokes r funny but its obnoxious when thats ALL she is to some ppl ykwim

[brickcentral]

TIPS: Outdoor photography with suzy and red bike - examples

Last week with suzy and red bike

I want you to focus this time more about the thing that you do usually see in the photos… not directly. All the stuff that makes this tiny little difference. As not the most organized person in the world i need thing to be organized, it's all in the black bag  (inatech tech bag - amazon)

As a must have starter:

Bug Spray

LED Panel

Mini Diffuser

Face Mister

Mini Clamps

“Good stuff bag”

Bug spray - on outdoor photography you are…. outdoor. Be sure that mosquitos or any other bug finds you really quickly.

LED Panel (simple Ulanzi VL49) - Led panels are more forgiving then flash lamps, you have full control on lighting right away on the screen and of course light is photography.

Mini Diffuser - (ali express cheap one) - 2 things, it diffuses light and it bounce light.  Diffuse makes the scene more softer. Bouncing light is often a game changer,  it makes objects more stand out, helps with losing this awful light reflection on shiny parts. Diffusion is milky transparent so it bounce not the whole light, thats a big plus 

Face Mister(aliexpress) - atmosphere maker, a bit tricky at first use, you definitely gonna wet your minifigs for sure, but after a couple times you gonna master it. Short clicks with a small amount of mist and shooting your camera after mist will fall a bit is key to success. 

Clamps - (hardware store) Great stand, helper, third and fourth hand, just clamp 

Good Stuff Bag (GSB) - beside the Lego elements you took from home to shoot it's great to have some parts that you don't know you have. You can have “that vision”  and all goes smooth, photos are great. But often at location it's not how you image, and GSB is a great source of inspiration - one piece can direct you to some completely different great photo. 

Suzy and red bike definitely took wrong left thru the woods, i used all elements i talk about , except lighting, flash instead of LED panel. It's much better for me, but is also much more challenging. 

Thanks for this 4 weeks, if you have any questions DM me 

In the name of Suzy and red bike, bye bye

@archiminibricks

#brickcentral #brickcentral tips

[orcelito]

I'm interested in Trigun after seeing your posts/reblogs and I'm wondering: what is the best way to consume such media and where could a person go about finding it? 🥰

oh FUCK yea

TLDR answer: trigun 98 -> badlands rumble -> trigun manga -> trigun stampede. going into why below. (under readmore bc this accidentally got long. again.)

ok well. common consensus is to watch the original anime (referred to as trigun 98 by much of the fandom) bc it has a slower start & lets you get to know the characters a lot more than the new anime (assisted by the 26 episodes length, as opposed to 12). it preserves the Mystery of what Vash's deal is for much longer, & is in general pretty entertaining to watch if you don't know wtf is going on. it's Legally on uh. crunchyroll? i think? tho i watched it here: https://aniwatch.to/trigun-266. just like. normal sketchy site safety, adblock is ur best friend, don't click on things. etc. if this site doesnt work for u then u could always google another.

there's a movie, Badlands Rumble, which is based off the trigun 98 canon, so probably a good place to watch it is right after that. just uh. be mindful that Vash's behavior is a Lil... obnoxious at points lol. but it's still a fun movie overall with plenty of good shit in it, so it's worth watching still. i watched it w/ a friend streaming it so i dont have a link onhand, but u could probs find it thru that same site if u search for it.

NEXT UP is my personal favorite, the manga. theres trigun original and trigun maximum, which is the direct continuation of the original (there was an issue with the publishers and licensing so upon continuing the manga w/ a different publisher, Nightow had to rebrand it. it's otherwise the same manga). i recommend this one next bc it's the most whole of story & goes deeper into things than the original anime, but it's also what the new anime is based on (aka why i recommend this one first). it can get FUCKED UP (they all can really, but trimax Especially) so probably look up a triggers list if u think u might need it. it's SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO fucking good tho. genuinely owns my soul. i was a different person after reading it (not rly better or worse, mostly just more insane). there r a few translations online - an old fan translation (DO NOT TOUCH, full of horrid translations and insertions of bigotry that arent in the original), the official Dark Horse translation (an... ok translation, though it has plenty of errors and confusing translations. it's what i first read so it's Okay, but not the best), AND the trigun manga Overhaul project, which u can find on tumblr. this one's the best one bc it's lovingly translated and a LOT more accurately done. i swear things that were so confusing at first are So Clear reading this one. u can find the masterpost Here: https://trigun-manga-overhaul.tumblr.com/post/701392615591034880/trigun-ultimate-overhaul-masterpost-heres-all-the. or just go to their blog @/trigun-manga-overhaul. just trust me on this it's where U wanna read.

an offshoot of it (and what ive been reading today) is an anthology sort of manga, Trigun Multiple Bullets, which is also in that post. it was released as part of the BLR movie release, & the first part is kinda After It? but overall it's just a standalone piece with some side stories. where is this in the manga canon timeline? Who Fuckin Knows. just read it and have fun lol

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST is the most recent anime, Trigun Stampede. this is a CGI remake that aired at the start of this year & caused the trigun renaissance. now a lot of people have a knee-jerk negative reaction to hearing it's CGI, but trust me, this is basically THE BEST application of CGI in anime i've ever really seen. absolutely beautiful. fucking gorgeous. plus with really cool action sequences, and OF COURSE the music is literally one of my favorite anime soundtracks Ever. it's gotten critiques for its pacing, which can be pretty rushed, but they were trying to fit a lot more story in a lot less episodes than the original anime (again, it only has 12 episodes), so keep that in mind. it's not a remake in the traditional sense of redoing the exact same story, so there are changes in the timeline and characters from what's in the original anime or even the manga. one of the biggest things people were unhappy about is the absence of a main character, Milly, who is seemingly replaced by a random man that's not in the other versions, Roberto. Milly will be in season 2 though, as was revealed with the final episode. all in all, it's Kind Of a prequel, though also a remix/reimagining based largely off of the manga's canon over trigun 98. so long as you go into it not expecting it to be Just Like the other versions, it's a really wonderful story in and of itself. it's available on Crunchyroll, which you SHOULD watch there if u have it bc that would give them more money for a season 2 (which is in development). if ur like me tho n dont wanna pay for crunchyroll (it's Specifically a premium-only anime :p), u can watch it where i watched, aka here: https://aniwatch.to/trigun-stampede-18281.

all in all, each version has its strengths and weaknesses, but i've found the best way to go about enjoying All of them is to treat them as their own things. it can be fun to compare them, especially when it comes to things made Different plot or character-wise, but they are separate things. a lot of people who hate one or the other r coming from the angle of expecting one to be just like the other, & are then disappointed (trigun 98 being a Lot sillier at first than trigun stampede, which is a lot more serious sci-fi western in tone).

And Overall. i love them all. so i hope you do too!

#speculation nation #anonymous #ask #im gonna main tag this since i put some time into typing this out skldjfsldjf #trigun #so if any1 else is interested in getting into the rest of the series. this is a good general guide. from my pov of it #*personally* i went tristamp -> manga -> 98 -> BLR -> multiple bullets #bc tristamp was the shiny new thing that caught my interest. and the manga is what made me Stay. #the manga is what made me Severely mentally ill in fact. i cannot stress enough how good it is. #i am also someone who really doesnt care about spoilers. so tristamp giving away Big Plot Things in the very first episode didnt bother me #but especially for ppl who like a lil mystery to it. 98 is a good way to go #plus it's entertaining to watch vash be fucking Mental & not knowing wtf is actually going on #like 'we're doing This now? ok. ok ok ok sure i guess. this might as well just happen.' #but yea. i hope this helped :')

[justreadertings]

Elia and Elliott part 1

Ok so when I was a baby writer on here I submitted an ask? I think? To the lovely @morganofthewildfire​ with my first ever piece of fanfiction for her absolutely incredible, breathtaking fic Same Time Thursday as a link to the google doc! Which is totally fine if I didn’t also want it on my masterlist here lol. So Morgan, pls, I beg you, link this on your masterlist instead. Without further rambling for the people who know of none of these shenanigans, here is my first ever fic in it’s original form: my fic for a fic, Elia and Elliott (part 1)

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Ok it’s 4 am and I cannot sleep, so here it is: literal fanfiction for your fanfiction. (I love these girls so much)

- Elia and Elliott

“Get out of my car.”

“It’s actually dad’s car soooo…”

Elia’s voice was hard, unwavering. “Get out. of. my. car.”

“Jesus, Lia I didn’t even do anything!” 

“Elliott, if you don’t get out I swear-”

“Fine!” Her younger sister yelled. She grabbed her backpack off the floor of the car with an aggression Elia deemed wholly unnecessary. And slammed the door of it with ever more ferocity. 

Whatever. Elia pulled out of the driveway, wanting her sister to hear the squeal of the tires. She only hoped in Elliott’s grumbling and stomping that she didn’t see their dad’s car stopped at the mailbox until she saw that little blonde head disappear into the house. And once Elia was sure she did safely, she pressed on the gas and was on her way. 

She fiddled with the music, and when the radio’s indecisiveness began to grate on her nerves, she just slipped in the cd, giving into her emotions. If she was going to be sad, she might as well feel it all right now before she had to pick up Eden from his sculpture class. Her eye caught on the Dairy Queen in front of her. She might as well get a blizzard, too. 

Elia sniffed, pushing back her angry tears, pulling into the drive thru, ready to feel the music and the ice cream and just drive the feelings out… until the car filled with beeping instead of those first few, sad lyrics. 

Sighing in a way everyone told her sounded just like her father, she clicked Accept.

“Hey-”

“Honey, where are you?” Elia’s hands tightened on the wheel at her mother’s panic. “I got an alert that Elliott’s home but that you’re not with her, and Eden doesn’t need to be picked up for an hour-”

“Mom, I’m fine.” She pulled up slightly, trying not to be too close to other cars. She’d only done this whole drive thru thing like, twice, and she really didn’t need to get into a fender-bender right now. “I’m just getting food.”

A long exhale came from the other line. “Oh honey, ok. I just… you normally tell one of us where you are.”

“I was gone for like, two minutes.”

There was a long silence, and Elia winced. “Sweetheart, I’m not trying to smother you. I just- I want all my babies safe.”

Tears came to her eyes then. She’d been doing so well, too. She’d kept it together for the last three class periods, and even in the car- despite the yelling with Elliott. But this… “Mom, I’m really sorry.” Her voice wobbled heavily, and she considered herself very lucky that this line was taking forever.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

Elia wiped her tears with the back of her hand. “Nothing, mom, I don’t know.”

“Nothing? Or you don’t know?”

Elia rolled her eyes, then, even as she continued to wipe her tears from them. “It’s just been a long day. And I’m PMSing, and Elliott’s being awful and-”

“Did you get into it with your sister?” 

“I really don’t want to talk right now. Can I just talk to you later?”

The other end was quiet for longer than Elia had known her mother to be quiet for. It was starting to stress her out. Until, “Ok, baby. Just please don’t be gone too long. Do you need dad to get Eden later?”

Elia sniffed, shaking her head even though her mom couldn’t see her. “No, no I was planning on getting him. It’s fine.”

“Ok, sweetie. Talk to you later?”

“Talk to you later.”

“Be safe. I love you.”

“Love you, too.” Elia pushed back the second round of tears, grateful for the timing of the line. She placed her order, and was very careful not to be too far away from the building as she pulled up. Just like her dad taught her. 

Her song resumed, the first few chords making her heart clench. Her dad, she reminded herself. As she waited she slowly let her head rest against her seat, and exhaled. It’d been a long, long day. 

With her ice cream now in her car, she was actually feeling worse, and she had to make a left turn to go to the middle school where she was going to wallow until Eden’s class was out. Screw it, she thought, and switched her blinker from left to right.

It only took a minute to get there, and then she, her noise canceling earbuds, and her blizzard were all parked at a swingset overlooking a pond. She sniffled again, and kicked her legs.

The song, “Little Moth” began to play, and she couldn’t help it anymore. Elia broke down into tears. It was a stupid song to have cued, especially because it was her and Elliott’s song anyway. The more she thought about it, the more upset she got. She had to place her ice cream down so she could just give in a cry into her hands. 

Seventeen and a half years, and she still wasn’t used to it. She didn’t think she’d ever be used to it. She was just so tired of feeling like this. Tired of taking it out on everyone else. Well- really, she just kinda took it out on Elliott. Which made her feel worse. And then she thought of how jealous she could be of her younger sister, of the envy that overtook her, and how guilty it made her feel. She was so screwed up sometimes. She wished she didn’t feel like this. Wished her mom had just kept the lie, said her red hair had run in the family or something. She wished she was just like Elliott. 

Her crying was interrupted by her own choked laughter. Gods, she must be really miserable to think such a thing. She sighed into the crisp air, her fingers tracing the carvings in the underside of her swing. 

She took one more second of peace before getting up and facing the world.

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“Can I come in?” Silence. She knocked again. “Elliott?”

An angry noise came from the other side of the door before it swung open. “What.”

“Can we talk?”

Elliott’s face softened, only slightly. She swept her hand in a dramatic motion as if to say, come on in. 

Elia closed the door behind her. Eden and Emerson could keep themselves pacified. And besides, they were too nosy. Eden was a little sleuth when she’d picked him up. Questions like, “were you crying?” were not tolerated on the drive home. Neither was the constant questioning of her ability to drive. And the kissing of the ground when he’d gotten out of the car was a bit much. 

“What’s up?” Elliott asked, nonchalant, as she collapsed back onto her bed. 

Elia softly sat on the end of it. She knew she and her sister were very different people- the teal room with band posters all over it compared to her soft pink and beige aesthetic proved it. So did the music Elliott always had on in her room, where Elia preferred the quiet. But when it came to important stuff, they were actually very similar. It was like pulling teeth for either of them to admit they were wrong- which they got from their mom. And they both were slow to explaining their emotions- which they got from their dad. Or- at least they’d both picked up on it from him. She sighed.

“Sorry I freaked out at you today.”

“And kicked me out of the car.”

Elia huffed. “And kicked you out of the car,” she gritted out. “But… ok don’t tell mom or dad.”

That certainly sparked Elliott’s attention. She sat up against her pillows, an evil little smile on her face. “What did you do?”

Elia frowned. “I didn’t- I just. Ok will you stop making that face, or I’m not going to tell you.”

Elliott’s grin disappeared, and she turned almost too solemn. Still, she could see mischief in their shared blue eyes. 

Elia braced herself. “Ok, so I kinda failed a huge project.”

“You what?”

“I know, I know, it’s terrible-”

“What? No. I thought you like… killed someone or something. I don’t know.”

Elia’s frown deepened, and she reminded herself why Elliott was not who she always went to for comfort. 

“I mean, like, don’t fail all the time. That’s bad. But, you have almost perfect grades, I doubt mom and dad are gonna freak about one bad project.”

“They are when it’s my final project that’s worth 20 percent of my grade and the reason I failed is because I lied about it.”

Elia had only seen her sister make that face twice in her life- once when they’d gone to see Monster Jam and the first crash happened, and the second when she had given herself bangs in the sixth grade.

“I don’t know whether to be so happy or so confused.”

Elia hit her leg. “Neither! You should emote like a normal human!”

Elliott reigned in her laughter, pulling her blonde and blue hair up into a bun where the colors swirled. “Sorry, sorry. Just… I can’t even wrap my mind around it.” Her eyes drifted off into thought until they shot to her’s. “What did you lie about?”

Elia’s heart sank. “That’s where the whole, ‘get out of my car’ thing comes in.”

Blonde eyebrows furrowed. “Walk me through it.”

“I’d just had a really bad day, and then you wouldn’t shut up about Mr. Lee’s class-”

“What about Mr. Lee’s class?” 

“You have him for Health, well I have him for Human Wellness.”

“Ok?”

Elia cringed. “Yeah, well our final project was a family tree.”

Even Elliott’s constant music seemed to pause. “Oh.”

She squeezed Foo-Foo, Fee-Foo’s baby that became Elliott’s baby when she was born. “Yeah. Oh.”

Elliott sat up completely, and started playing with the frayed holes in her jeans. “How’d he even know you lied?”

Elia only stared out into the yard where their brothers fought with plastic swords. “He kept asking about my hair.”

“Why didn’t you just lie?” Elia threw her sister a look. “What? It’s a valid question!”

“If you have to know, I did. And then he didn’t like my answer so he went ‘digging’. Apparently office records have my- the- the adoption papers or whatever.” She shook her head, turning to lean against the wall. “I mean… whatever. He was just such a… a-”

“A dick?”

Elia threw a stuffed bear at Elliott. 

“What! He totally is! Mom told you about the whole thing where he wouldn’t let me use the bathroom last week, right?”

“Ew, no. He did that?”

“Surrreeee did. But I got him back.”

Elia could only imagine. “Good lord. What did you do to him?”

“I announced very kindly that he either give me the pass or I bleed on his floors. He chose right after that.”

Elia laughed. “You’re a terror.”

“I got to pee, didn’t I?”

“You weren’t even on your period last week.”

Elliott shrugged. “I got to pee, didn’t I?” She repeated.

Elia snorted. “Guess so.”

They fell into an easy silence before Elliott asked, “So Dr. Dick failed you? That’s so stupid!”

Elia closed her eyes. “Yup.”

They were quiet again until a very aggressive jump came from the other side of the bed. Elia peered open one eye to see her sister with that evil look back. “Oh my gods!”

“What?” 

Elliott was actually giggling about her thoughts. She clapped her hands. “Lia, Lia oh my gods,” she laughed.

“What?”

“You should pretend like you didn’t know!”

Elia’s mind paused trying to catch up to her sister’s hysterics. But when she understood- she burst into laughter too. Full, heavy laughter. They both clenched their stomachs at the idea.

“And- and you can be totally like, wide eyed, and confused,” Elliott was gasping for air. “Just be like ‘I’M WHAT?’ Totally mess with him!”

“Oh my gods,” Elia could hardly breathe. “Lottie, oh my gods, that’s so funny!”

They were so entrenched in their laughing fit, they didn’t even notice their parents in the doorway.

“Now what in the world is so funny?” 

Both girls turned their heads, but couldn’t calm down. 

“It’s a long story,” Elia told them.

Their mom only smiled. “I’m just glad you two are getting along. Once in a blue moon.”

“Come on, mama,” Their dad smiled above her head, “Lest we ruin it.” He gave them both a fond look. “Just be down for dinner in about ten minutes.”

“Ok, papa,” Elia said.

Elliott gave him a thumbs up, wiping her tears with the other hand.

“Oh, they listen to you,” Their mom grumbled as she shut the door.

The sisters just shared a look once it was closed, and burst into even more giggles. 

Ok I was not expecting that to be this long, but I kinda got carried away. I just love these two and their dynamic so much! I hope you enjoy this, and know how much I adore your writing :)) hopefully I’m still on the nose with your characters, but this is just how I view them ig. Plus- this helped me get out of my writing rut! Yay!! Anyway, I’d better at least try to get some sleep lol! Again- I hoped you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! 

Taglist: @leiawritesstories​ @tomtenadia​ @fireheart-violet​ @backtobl4ck​ @morganofthewildfire​ @rowaelinismyotp​ @aelinchocolatelover​ @thegreyj​ @foughtconquered​ @swankii-art-teacher​ @booklover242​ @stardelia​

#same time thursday #morganofthewildfire #rowaelin #mywriting #reblog? #kinda sorta #sjm #sjm fanfiction #rowaelin fanfiction

[magicalgirlmindcrank]

Hey Allie

Are you early in your transition since you're trying out names?

Asking partially out of curiosity, and partially because I'm uncertain of my own gender identity and would like to know how you realised you weren't cis

Nahhhh I've been transitioning to some degree since like 2014, but I've gone thru a good number of like, not phases in the normal sense, but different understandings of it and how I feel about it? I chose the name Kiley way back then too but like, it's been with me for about a half dozen reiterations of how I relate to my gender and while it has suited me well for most of that time it's like an old and worn sweater that just didn't fit quite right?

That said you can reapproach the name thing if the one you picked out doesn't feel like it fits you like it should. The whole goal of transition is becoming comfortable and reaching a better understanding of yourself, so even late into it it's not the wildest thing to change something up about it.

As for how I realized I wasn't cis- IDK exactly. Wasn't any one thing in particular really. I never did really feel like I "fit" with the 'other' guys, though I chalked it up to me being a shy piece of shit. I even managed to find myself on an IRC for trans stuff back in the mid-late 00s (I identified as a crossdresser back then cuz I was so very cis you see). There's a hundred other little anecdotes asking a similar line, however, but I guess the thing that really made it click, was realizing how much happier thinking of myself as "not a man" made me. And later, how right portraying myself through a feminine and somewhat androgynous lens felt.

#these days i id as a demigirl or 'woman- but a bit too the left and sightly off' #the kind of woman you'd get from a mystery grab bag of girls that'd make you question if you got the wrong prize #but then you look at it and go yeah i guess this is a woman. mostly.

[linesofchaos]

i'm back after one of the worst years of my life

i say one of because nothing truly awful happened, aside from the depression that made me incapable of moving or thinking clearly for pretty much 12 fucking months

yesterday i watched a video on internal locus of control and something clicked inside of me

i take no accountability for shit. i took not giving a fuck to the next level and now i just give up when anything is remotely difficult because somehow at some point in my life, i believed that everything is supposed to come easy to me

now there's nothing wrong with that per se, i guess i should want to believe that it is the case to some extent, but not to the point where i just act like nothing is worth it and rot in my room for the rest of my life

that was never the type of life i wanted for me, on the contrary and sure, trying isn't cool, working hard isn't cool, giving a fuck isn't cool

but it's kind of necessary if i want to have things lmao

and i do

i have stuff i want to accomplish, shit i wanna buy, places i want to see, people i want to meet but how the fuck am i gonna do that if encountering the first pebble on the way makes me go back running to the start line?

what baffles me if how did i never realize i've been doing this my whole life before? how blind can someone be to their own self? jesus

i know it's gonna be hard as fuck to change this. not just the actual going thru the path until i reach what i want, but the mechanics of making my brain learn that it's okay to try and figure shit out for once, instead of saying fuck it, i guess it's not meant to be

that's like my mantra, my m.o. and i have no idea how to change this. how to motivate myself when it gets hard, because i'm not sure i'm gonna believe myself no matter what i try to tell me to convince me to not give up. it's been decades teaching this piece of crap inside my skull that nothing is worth the hassle, what can i say that it's going to make it believe me and change? this is scary because i know what i have to do but i don't know if i can do it

it's not like the first time that i will try to stick to something. i have, many times, i have tried to offer myself rewards, i tried pep talks, the difference if that now i know why they never worked so now i don't know what to do about it

it's true when they say you find one answer and 3 more questions come up

what am i going to do? i want to be angry with myself but i know that's not healthy. all the stuff i have in store just waiting to say when the moment comes when i give up whatever because of whatever, it's all in the back of my head right now and i can hear it already because my brain just knows it'll be saying all this shit to me in no time

how do i fight this? how do i fight for what i want when what i want doesn't seem like it's worth it? it's probably a self-esteem issue

[education33]

Engineering as a career option!

Today, there are a copious quantity of possibilities and profession alternatives for students. How oftentimes we'd had been requested via way of means of our mother and father and family the outstanding query of teenage: “What could u want to be in future?”. And as maximum of the scholars appear to have a totally indistinct concept of what absolutely they need to pursue of their existence, it will become very vital to scrutinize the apparently countless possibilities in the front folks and pick out the only which could lead an man or woman to success. This article discusses Engineering as an advanced profession possibility and what function an academic organization like NarayanaGroup ought to play for your adventure to the IITs.

Why Engineering? 

In today’s world, engineering is recounted as a field that opens up possibilities and creates era and merchandise that assist make our lives easier. Almost each issue of our lives has one way or the other been stimulated via way of means of engineers – the goods created in factories; the homes we stay in; the water we drink; the computer systems we surf the internet on; clinical offerings and technology we depend on; the home equipment and vehicles. There isn't anyt any restrict to what engineers can do.

Choosing to pursue a profession in engineering involves a clean expertise of what’s beforehand. You ought to be prepared to place the whole lot into it – time, effort, cash and resources, and of route, dedication. Spending 4-five years mastering arithmetic and technological know-how mixed with theoretical and realistic programs remains now no longer sufficient to put together you for what you’re anticipated to do after you graduate. Quite simply, an engineering profession is a piece in progress; it’s some thing you need to continuously increase thru enjoy and real-existence programs.

The avenue beforehand as an engineer may not be clean however the rewards of your difficult paintings will all be really well worth it. Here are pinnacle five motives why you have to don't forget the direction of an engineer.

1. Work that you may be proud of 

Unlike taking over a function withinside the economic world, the component with being an engineer is that maximum of the paintings you do are tangible – bridges, homes, merchandise, etc, those are matters you may see each day as soon as they’re done. The satisfaction of being a part of some thing superb could carry you the process pleasure you want to hold going.

2. Plenty of profession possibilities 

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[miru667]

A video of wips for my onceler zine cover piece! This drawing took me 6 months to finish haha. Click the readmore if you’re curious to learn more about my process and all the refs and inspos I used (transcribed from [this twitter thread]). [CLICK HERE] to see the finished piece.

I guess I’ll go from left to right? :>

7212 is my #1 ship in the fandom so of course I had to include some interaction for them..I purposely shaped that piece of confetti into almost-a-heart 9.9 In this interaction OG onceler is sizing him up to be his poster boy. It was inspired by this joke hc from junior: https://miru667.tumblr.com/post/43633972614/truffulajam-you-there-me-sir-ive

The hose is from one of the lorax mini-movies but more specifically its from the nightblogging event in 2012, here’s an archive of a lot of the hose memes we created that night: https://oncelerswaterhose.tumblr.com/

He doesn’t actually have suspenders in the movie but they were a popular headcanon for him in 2012 plus they’re hot so I included them. It was important to me to include this transitional onceler in between vestler and suitler to remind us all that this is the same guy going thru different stages of his life.

Gloves in the back pocket is from concept art: https://miru667.tumblr.com/post/146926446017/early-once-ler-sketches-by-eric-guillon-part-5

I really love the way I drew and coloured the folds of his coattails here too, as well as the moss I added last minute onto the truffula tree trunk.

The frame started out as just a plain brown rectangle and I thought, now that's not very seussy, so I referenced the Too Big To Fail frame in the movie. I believe it took me two whole days to draw just the frame. :,) And the seuss portrait I just referenced from google images but it was a challenge too; I had to completely redraw it near the end to make him look more accurate.

Lorax holding up a portrait of Seuss and using it to guilt the Onceler was inspired by a gag in Osomatsu-san where the characters would apologize to a portrait of their irl creator Akatsuka when they felt like they were being a bad adaptation of his original work 😂😂😂 loved it.

But it was also inspired by a very powerful comic drawn by my friend Rachel: https://miru667.tumblr.com/post/92807755387/tsg I would say Rachel's art has been the biggest inspo for me in the past decade in both style and emotion, so I'm really happy I could include her influence into my piece like this.

I was SO happy I thought of a way to include these 2012 refs: -Complaint Box -☄☄☄ Waterballoon fight nightblogging event -gent's marriage to the fandom -ed helms finding out about oncest -Thneedville/Thornville High AU -WHO IS SWAG/askblog identity crisis nightblogging event -You Only Live Once(ler) -tiny chat parties -Camp Weehawken AU -tumblr anons/magic anons -normaler -Shakespeareler/"I must keep biggering" nightblogging event -Stay stupid, baby!

I wish I could've included more cuz these are still just above-water stuff in the fandom iceberg imo. If anyone wants me to explain more about any of these refs, feel free to ask!

The flip phone is from the deleted scene, "YER ALL GOIN TO JAIL": https://miru667.tumblr.com/post/153925999832/truffulajam-youreallgoingtojailmov-from

The bottom fake button on his suit is canon: https://miru667.tumblr.com/post/615761075955187712/miru667-you-know-your-life-has-hit-a-new-low

This is my fav interaction in the piece...you can see it as either aftermath onceler taking the hat off of biggering onceler to foreshadow his fall, OR you can see it as aftermath-ler taking off his OWN hat to crown biggering-ler as the fool, because he's learned what a fool he's been. And actually a 3rd interpretation is aftermath-ler telling biggering-ler "yes enjoy your happiness while you can, king" 😂

And then with old onceler's hand on aftermath onceler's back, an act of consolation...I think it's very important to be able to forgive ur past self for the stupid things you've done, or else how can you continue? How can you grow? I can guarantee that 10 yrs ago we ALL did stupid things in the fandom. I originally drew aftermath frowning but changed it to a smile because he's thankful for the lessons and he can still look back on things fondly. I feel the same as him and I hope others do too. For this interaction I was inspired by Pearl fanart, she's a comfort character of mine and has helped me thru so much:  https://asteroidhyalosis.tumblr.com/post/188267156772 https://asteroidhyalosis.tumblr.com/post/623806330932805632

Biggering onceler’s side profile gave me THE HARDEST TIME. It was already January and I just COULD NOT get it to look right and I was ready to go take a 5 hour depression nap because of it but then my friend Edu saved the day ♥

Edu:  @hybridkilljoy​

Another friend contribution was the yellow bg. it was originally a boring flat gradient so Clara said "lmao what if I just gave you a yellow bg I painted to toss into ur file" because she had a rly good brush for it on procreate (and I was using paint tool sai and had nothing). i replied "oki" and then she just DOES IT..🥺♥

Clara:  @clarabellumsart​

idk where i'd be without my friends

I’m REALLY proud of this little area of my zine piece. The hand and blood is a ref to Truffula Flu, our zomb apocalypse AU. I had to redraw it twice to get it right. And I’ve drawn many a onceler chain but this is the BEST onceler chain I’ve EVER drawn. It took me many redraws to get it to look this way. Look at it just reaching out at you so fluidly..!! The lighting and the rust! Proud of me!!

The fallen truffula tree in the back...I really just thought "hey let's experiment with PAINTING" and went for it!! 😂 I wanted to pay tribute to my all time fav onceler fanart: https://miru667.tumblr.com/post/27320592159/ask-drawn-onceler-money-in-the-trees-lol-hey Whoever the mod of ask-drawn-onceler was, if you see this I hope you're doing ok!!

As you guys have probably gathered by now, nothing is ever too late to change for me. If I felt like I could redo something to be better, I'd DO IT. The tree is another example, I was rly bothered that it looked like tentacles (right) so I completely re-rendered it to be more soft and fluffy (left). What made me realize that I could do better was after drawing the trees here: https://miru667.tumblr.com/post/673766406272286720/early-spring-cleaning-part-2-drew-these-btwn I realized that actually, less is more, and that I had over-rendered the tree in my zine piece.

This was actually the first time I've EVER drawn old onceler, so I worked EXTRA hard...I hope I did him justice!! Every hair, every thread, every little thneed tuft was drawn with care. I even manually drew in the shadows for the stripes on his robe so they would look indented! And if you look closely in other screenshots, I also manually added shadows to every piece of thread that makes up the onceler suit stripes.

The LET IT GROW is in seuss font, but I didn’t type it, I drew the letters while mimicking the font’s style, then added edge lighting to make it look carved into the pot. Unfortunately we couldn’t keep the zine title in seuss font as well due to copyright restrictions and I think I might have died if I were to draw the title in seuss font too LMAO

The Audrey is of course intended to be movie Audrey but it's MY zine piece and I wanted to be a little self-indulgent.....so I drew some symbols on the plant pot representing my audrey oc, Audrey Grace. 🤫😇 She means everything to me. She is a direct result of the fandom and she keeps me in the fandom.

The blue kite originates from her mainverse askblog:  https://askaudtree.tumblr.com/post/71630954595/do-you-do-all-the-chores-in-the-house-hows-your She later uses it as a marker for lerkim hopping in zomb au:  https://audpocalypse.tumblr.com/post/178971798052/whats-that-blue-diamond-symbol-mean-its-on-your  She's a knife-wielding zombie slayer and also a kazoo master (the tree straightener in the pot has the same striped pattern as her kazoo): https://miru667.tumblr.com/post/629448230317490176/pls-click-for-hi-res-today-is-my-audreys https://audpocalypse.tumblr.com/post/179181386907/have-you-ever-run-into-any-lerkims-that-were

And because of spending so much of her life in an apocalypse, she’s learned to appreciate the fleetingness of life, because who knows what’ll happen tomorrow? Every moment is precious. This is cherry blossom philosophy: https://notwithoutmypassport.com/cherry-blossom-meaning-in-japan/

I think it’s so cool that since it took 6 months, I would improve like halfway into working on this piece which made me have to go back and redo some things LOL XD. The smoke in the background from the cigar was also painted with inspiration from tofublock, whom I discovered during the latter half of those 6 months too:  https://asteroidhyalosis.tumblr.com/tagged/tofublock https://asteroidhyalosis.tumblr.com/post/668656911468625921/will-you-watch-the-stars-with-me Look at the way they paint their clouds TTWTT so beautiful... I came across them while working on the zine and a lot of their art reminded me of my audrey so I was very taken!!

I positioned and coloured every piece of confetti with intent. The confetti idea itself I think was from Taylor Swift’s lyric video for 22 (Taylor’s Version): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9boiT64sm0Q&feature=youtu.be Again, inspiration that came to me while in the middle of working on the zine.

I composed the piece chronologically to mirror the rise and fall of our fandom experience, followed by the calmer, peaceful present days. Aftermath onceler in the piece represents the perceived death of the fandom but outsiders don’t realize we have AUs, we like characters other than onceler, we can extrapolate the story any which way...so that's all represented by the right side of the pic. We won’t stop biggering!

Thank you for reading if you made it this far.. I tried to include as much as I could into my piece so that hopefully everyone who is/was in the fandom feels seen.. Only the best for the Once-ler fandom, you know? And there’s actually so much more I can say about this piece but I’ll end it here.

#onceler #the lorax #miru art #tutorial #reference #oncelerzine

[wlwmarvelenthusiast]

Can u write an au where carol’s cat (goose) keeps sneaking into fem!reader’s apartment and so carol and reader communicate with each other thru notes they put on goose’s collar and they eventually fall in love (((:::::::

Goose's Best Friend

Summary: After a stranger's cat injured in your apartment one night, you decide to attach a short note to its collar to give your apologies. They lead to something you could have never expected.

Pairing: Army Pilot!Carol Danvers x Reader

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2,792

It was the middle of the night, 2:57a.m., to be exact, when a loud crash shook you from the clutches of sleep. You sat up with a groan, rubbing your eyes to clear your vision enough to look at the clock on your nightstand. You swung your legs off the bed, eyes catching the shattered lamp on the ground. Fighting off the temptation to leave it on the ground for tomorrow, for fear that you might forget about it and slam your bare feet into the shards scattered around the floor, you slid your legs into some sweats and stood up.

You weren’t expecting, when you turned on the light, for something to move. When something darted around the corner you actually let out a high-pitched yelp, flying backwards and hitting your elbow hard off the corner of the nightstand. You felt tingling rush into the tips of your fingers as you tried desperately to comprehend what had just happened. Your breathing had already increased, and your heart was racing inside your chest. You took a hesitant step forward.

Despite being alone in the apartment, you flushed beet red in embarrassment when you found the creature you’d been so terrified of. The orange tabby cat stared up at you with wide eyes, letting out a quiet mew. Immediately your heart softened, its beat slowing down to a normal pace. When the cat made to step toward you, though, you immediately noticed the limp. Your eyebrows furrowed and you knelt down, letting it come to you. You reached out for its front leg, and it let you take it into your hand.

“Oh, sweet baby,” you muttered softly, wiping a bit of blood out of its fur with your thumb. “Come on. I think I have a first aid kit in the bathroom.”

It surely didn’t understand what you said, but it followed you when you stood up. It limped into the bathroom behind you, settling once it reached the tile floor. You reached into the cupboard under the sink and pulled out the red case, propping it up on the countertop and opening it up. Quickly, you located the roll of bandages and the scissors that came with it. You pulled it out and got some wet paper towels. Once more you knelt down on the ground next to the tabby.

A black collar around its neck caught your attention. You reached out for the silver tag that hung from it and spoke aloud. “Goose. Well, Goose, there’s no phone number here for your owner. Guess I’ll have to fix you up and trust you can find your own way home, huh?”

He meowed in response.

You continued to wrap up his leg. When you finally finished, you tucked the first aid kit away again. You clicked your tongue a couple times in an attempt to get him to follow you again. The both of you headed toward the kitchen, where you rummaged through the fridge for the leftover chicken from dinner the night before last. You pulled some out and set it in a small dish on the floor, a sort of apology for your lamp having done such damage to the poor animal’s leg. He helped himself quickly. Meanwhile, you dug through one of your drawers.

You popped the cap off a pen and cut a small strip of paper, struggling to keep your writing small enough to fit.

There was no number on the collar, so I opted for this. Goose found his way into my apartment and had an unfortunate mishap. I patched him up and gave him a treat. I hope that’s okay. He should be alright.

Hope he feels better soon.

You rolled the note around the tabby’s collar and taped it in place. He’d finished his treat by now, so you led him back to the apartment door. When you opened it, he cast one glance back at you, eyes shining as if in gratitude, then scurried down the hall. Just as he turned out of sight, though, someone else moved into your peripheral vision. You could have scoffed when you saw who had wandered into the hallway. She spoke before you could close the door.

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

“Fuck off, Danvers.”

“Captain Danvers,” she hummed, a wide smirk on her face as she twirled her keys around her finger.

“In your dreams,” you scoffed. “And next time you’re using your stripes to get random women in bed, be a little quieter, would you? Some of us around here have self-respect.”

You closed the door before she could respond to that.

You and Carol Danvers had hated each other for as long as you’d lived there. The two of you were like hot and cold, or night and day. She liked loud music and late nights whereas you liked a nice book and an early night. You were quiet and soft-spoken, and Carol was a bully. In fact, she was your bully. You’d never endured such teasing and taunting from anyone else before. It wasn’t her harsh words that got to you, though. In fact, you weren’t entirely sure what it was that got to you. Maybe it was her arrogance, or maybe it was her ignorance for anyone around her. It didn’t matter.

Carol Danvers brought out a side of yourself that you didn’t know existed. You’d only have to hear a single word fall from her lips or see a glimpse of her from the corner of your eye, and instantly any semblance of a good mood would dissipate and fade into annoyance. The hatred you held for her made your blood boil in your veins at the mere sight of her stupid, cocky smirk. You sometimes wished you could just reach out and slap that stupid smirk off her stupid face.

You pushed the blonde from your mind, heading back to bed. Hopefully, the coming day would be one that didn’t involve the blonde captain.

*

It was three days later that a quiet meow caught your attention. It tore your gaze from the TV, and you glanced toward the source of the sound. The face that was watching you immediately brought a smile to your face. You pat the couch beside you and the tabby jumped up, settling onto the blanket. You ran your hand across his head, watching his eyes close in content. You were about to turn your gaze back to the TV when you noticed the paper around his collar. It wasn’t the same one you put there. You reached out for it and removed it, careful not to rip it, and unrolled it. You flicked on the lamp.

Sorry about him. He wanders around the building. This isn’t the first time he’s gotten into someone’s room. If you fed him, he’ll probably come back to you (which I don’t mind, so long as you don’t mind that he’ll keep coming back). That’s how I know you’ll get this. So, thank you for patching him up. The vet would’ve cost more. You were right. He was just fine.

Rolled up with it was a twenty-dollar bill. You chuckled, immediately standing up off the couch. You pulled a small treat out of the fridge as you passed it, Goose trotting into the kitchen at the sight. You handed it to him and he took it happily, chowing down as you stood up straight again and continuing on your journey toward the notepad on the counter. Once again you ripped a small piece of paper out of it, ripping the cap of the pen off with your teeth and holding it there as you brought the pen down to meet the paper.

It seems so. You were right. He came back. He’s a sweet boy. I truly enjoy his visits. I don’t get many of them, so he’s welcome here whenever he pleases. And I don’t need this. Keep it.

You knelt down on the ground to Goose once again. He sat still for you as you wrapped the bill around his collar, wrapped the note around it, and then taped them both in place. Once more, you led him back to the apartment door, opened it up for him, and let him into the hallway. He rubbed his head against your calf once more before dashing out of sight. You shut the door behind him.

*

You huffed as you stormed into the lobby of the apartment building. Work had not treated you well that day. All you wanted was to head upstairs, put on your coziest pyjamas, order takeout, cuddle into the couch, and watch a movie or two. It was all you needed to wash away the horrible day and ease the stress that was weighing so heavily on your chest. You only wanted to pick up your mail before you did, but apparently, the universe had other ideas.

“Looking for some mail from your mommy?”

Danvers was the last person you wanted to deal with today. You didn't even bother to grumble a response to your neighbour, who was still in uniform as she stepped up beside you and unlocked her own mailbox. You were going to step away without a single word, but once more, you didn’t get your wish. Carol snickered at something, making you slam your box shut with far more force than necessary.

“What, pray tell, is so fucking funny?” You snapped.

“Oh, nothing. Nothing. Nice keychain.”

The keychain was a souvenir one you’d gotten from your trip to Disney with your family a few years ago. It was a picture of you and your brothers all wearing Mickey Mouse ears and sticking your tongues out at the camera. If anyone else had said the words, you would have blushed and thanked them. When Carol said the words, you shoved the keys in your pocket and shot a glare so harsh that it would have killed if it could have.

“You’re a dick, Danvers.”

“Captain Danvers,” she corrected once more.

“Look, this whole army pilot thing might work on those girls you pick up from god knows where, but I’ve met you,” you sneered. “You use this uniform for detestable things, Danvers. It’s disgusting.”

You stormed away.

When you unlocked your door and stepped into your apartment, however, you found that you wouldn’t need pyjamas or takeout or movies to make you feel better. Your new best friend was sitting on your couch as if he had been waiting for you to arrive home. You dropped your bag at the door and moved to sit with him immediately. After stroking his head absentmindedly for a bit, you noticed the new note.

Take it. Please? Come on, you’re going to make Goose sad if you don’t. You’re going to make me sad if you don’t.

Attached with the note, again, was that same twenty-dollar bill. You rolled your eyes as you moved into the kitchen once more, handing Goose a few of the cat treats you’d bought for him. He accepted them happily as, for the third time, you prepared to write a note for Goose’s mystery owner. You didn’t even bother to sit down, hunching over the counter in a way that your back probably wouldn’t have thanked you for. You scribbled on the paper.

I’m sure Goose won’t mind at all. As for you? Well, I don’t really know you, do I? Just keep the damn money, will you? You know, Goose is going to gain a few pounds if you keep sending him back here.

Sincerely, Goose’s new best friend

After a few pats to the head, you sent Goose off with that. He was back later that day.

Goose’s best friend,

Goose does mind. He wants you to keep it. Please? Besides, if we keep attaching it with scotch tape to a wandering cat, it’s going to get lost. You wouldn’t want that, now, would you? I sure wouldn’t. As for the treats, I’ll make sure to walk him a bit more. Wouldn’t want to lose my new favourite pen pal over a couple extra pounds on the cat.

- Goose’s mom

This time, there were two twenties attached. You chuckled at that. Goose was gobbling down his treat as you wrote.

Goose’s mom,

I think that’d be quite a sight to see, you walking Goose down the street. Guess if I ever see Goose leashed and with some random woman on the street, I’ll know what you look like.

- Goose’s best friend

P.S. Just donate the money. Seriously.

As if it were habit by now, you reattached the bills, added your note, and sent the tabby out the door once again. You headed back to what you’d been doing.

It wasn’t long before the next reply.

Goose’s best friend,

Here, I’ll help you build the image. I’m 23, blonde, and about 5’6”. I’m in the army, so I’d probably still be in uniform after work. Oh, and Goose’s leash is blue, and he has a grey harness for walking.

- Goose’s mom

P.S. I split the $40 between the humane society and the local shelter

You once more had to laugh at the stranger. Of course, you immediately moved to respond. As much as you didn’t want to kick Goose out, you wanted her to get your answer as soon as possible. You grabbed your notepad.

Goose’s mom,

You sound cute.

- Goose’s mom’s best friend

It was a short note this time. You were having fun, though, and you wanted to tease your new friend a little. You attached the note to Goose and let him run off.

Once more, Goose returned with a new reply.

Best friend,

You didn’t give me anything in response. I’m offended.

- Goose’s mom’s best friend’s best friend

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the way she’d signed her newest note. A pang of confidence hit your chest. You scribbled on the note.

Goose’s cute mom,

Let’s go for coffee then. 2B. I’m free when you are.

- Girl with a crush

*

You regretted sending that last note. You’d never gone more than 12 hours without communicating with the mystery note sender. You’d grown quite fond of the little pieces of communication you’d exchanged with her. It was actually the highlight of your day, on most days. Since sending that last one, though, you’d yet to hear back from her. It’d been four days now. You were quite upset about it, and decided the best way to fix that was some loud music. Maybe it’d piss Danvers off as much as she pissed you off.

When there was a loud knock on the door, you immediately assumed that you’d sure pissed someone off. Of course, they’d complain about you and not her. Everyone loved Carol fucking Danvers. You wished you could whirl the door open and shout at whoever was on the other side, but knew yourself better than that. You’d probably open it up and apologize, then turn the volume down and wallow in your misery to the sound of softer music.

That is, if it were anyone but Danvers.

“What? Just now realizing how damn annoying it is to hear loud music blaring from the apartment directly below yours?” You rolled your eyes. “Fuck off, Danvers.”

You went to slam the door, but she stuck her hand in. It must’ve been a little harsher than you meant to, because she shook her fingers out when she retracted them. You didn’t apologize, because you didn’t even feel bad. She deserved it after giving you two years of hell having to live in the apartment below her. You’d not have been surprised if one day she invited an elephant into her room just so she could make as much noise in your apartment as possible.

As you were about to make another snarky remark, though, you noticed something. That cocky glint that was usually shining in her brown eyes was missing. She wasn’t even meeting your eyes. Her gaze was cast to the door beside your head, locked to the bronze numbers that were screwed into it. You raised a single eyebrow, waving your hand in front of her face to get her attention. She blinked as if coming out of a trace, looking back to you.

“What do you want, Danvers?” You snapped when she wouldn’t speak.

She didn’t answer. She only held out a small piece of paper. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, but took it from her. The handwriting was one you’d seen so many times.

Goose’s best friend,

Coffee it is. But I’m paying. I still owe you.

- A girl who also has a crush, Carol Danvers

#carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #captain marvel #captain marvel x reader #reader insert #marvel #mcu #lesbian #wlw

[shuckinbeanz]

Gangster!BNHA au p.2

warnings/notes: nsfw, minors dni or imma 👏 virtual 👏 smacc 👏 u 👏, and fucking (literally) gangsters. left off from what i shared with @miggiisdumb ages ago incase some of ya'll didn't see. click the link for some gangster! kiri, denki, and deku. 👀 im thirsty af so im sexing up several more hubbies some are longer than others

i'll post other parts soon can only fit so many hashtags 😩

Underage characters are Aged Up!

MINORS 👏 DNI! 👏 AGE 👏 IN 👏 BIO 👏 OR 👏 DNI! 👏 Head on over to @candybowbeansies please for my SFW pieces, or be blocked if you interact here! 😇

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we know(or at least some of us know) ab her LOVELY gangster!bakugo 🥵 which inspired these! Featuring toshinori, aizawa, & mirio~

gangster!toshinori is one of the many gangs goddamn leaders, he's borderline mafia(don't doubt for one second he's got connections with them). in this au his physique is somewhere in the middle between his buff and smol forms. as an older gentleman, he prefers the more subdued aesthetic than the drip the youngsters tend to wear; suits, ties, button-up shirts. he expertly plays himself off as a kindly airhead, all brawn, no brain himbo, but this mf is calculating. two faced(in case you were wondering where gangster!deku got his two-facedness), completely fucking merciless to those who cross him or his darling baby girl. won't hesitate to make a show of it, either. he sets up everything, having that bastard salaryman (who will soon regret being alive) who was a complete creep, hounding you to hook up with him looked into and kidnapped, his whole gang behind him. creep wakes up in a warehouse, gangster!deku holding his Boss's gaudy yellow suit jacket surrounded by other members, the blonde adjusting his shirt cuff. "A pretty little birdy told me...about your unsavory habits, ____." he'd say with his characteristic grin(except its a gawdamn warning signal with how much fucking killing intent is behind it). tl;dr dude gets clapped by the Might gang and shipped off only Toshinori knows where, minus a few things that i dare not specify.

Oh, that creep finally stopped bothering you? Nah, don't worry about it, baby. Here, have some lavish gifts from Daddy so you can get your pretty little mind off him. He doesn't matter, anymore. 😉

HE SPOILS YOU ROTTEN like if anyone saw yalls they'd think he was your sugar daddy. i mean he kinda is but if you like older men like me 😩 he gets allllllllllllllllllllllllll the repayment he could ever need and then some Daddy pls jus rail my cooch all i want is 2 b ur toyyy 🥴

Behind closed doors? Two words. Goliath. Dick. its massive and it shows thru his dick print on his tuxedo pants and you take it like a goddamn soldier. 🥴 "That's it, darling...you take me so, so well. I almost feel sorry for ruining you for others..." expect to be molded into his cocksleeve😩🥵

gangster!shouta tends to keep his questionable activities on the downlow. he's Might gang's 'cleaner' so to speak. he 'ties up loose ends' by whatever means necessary. he's also a hitman. employers seek his boss, his boss briefs him, and he claps the target. ez pz. constantly looking through a scope to clap targets really puts a strain on his eyes. he teaches as a teacher on the side. need to pay bills, somehow, and the extra cash is appreciated. he can be found at quiet bars, and on occasion dragged to a club during its 'quieter' hours by his boyfriend gangster!hizashi.(it can be a poly relationship if ur into dat 👀👀👀)

poor man is overworked, and nothing gets his chonky minizawa up quicker than TLC. Give him a massage, run your fingers through his hair, light scented candles and have a bubble bath together, scrub his back, do facials together, give him fucking breakfast in bed, pls just care for him 🥺👉👈 "This is a very pleasant surprise, kitkat." he'll tell you as he bends you over any available surface and proceeds to rail you 😩🥵 man's dick is thicc so be prepared for a pleasant stretch 🥴

gangster!mirio is a very energetic himbo who can never sit the fuck still. he's like a goddamn golden retriever. he is very excitable, a huge fucking flirt, and a complete showoff. like gangster!denki he doesn't have an ounce of shame. he is also extremely possessive, but you love it thats why you stay 😂 that and his dick game(which is for later) 😂 he'll see that dude who was oogling you from the corner of the club while you were catching up with your friends in front of you, before you do. hovering closely behind you, drink in one hand, other shamelessly groping your phat ass "Ay, fella~" smoothing over your hip "Like what you see?~" hooking a thumb inside the band of your bottoms "Too bad. She's mine." rutting his crotch against your ass before bending and placing hot kisses on your neck.

he is another pussy-eater like gangster!deku. veryenthusiastic. most of the time itll go on til you beg him to just use you as a toy. 🥴 dont you underestimate his brute strength. he'll legit lift you up in front of a mirror spread eagle, arms hooked securely under your knees, making you watch his throbbing veiny cock that hits all the right spots in your cunny as he bounces you on his cock 😩 "See that, princess? My fat cock plungin' into that sweet honeypot of yours...?" but oh god his biceps as they flex when he lifts you up then releases you just enough to impale you on it just in time with his thrusts just *bites lip*

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