#im just gunna drop this here for reasons

[nadaroule]

sorry but he's everything to me rn

#hobie brown #across the spiderverse #HES SO IMPORTANT!!! #im just gunna drop this here for reasons #hobie x miguel #wip till i can get my shit together #gunna rewatch rebel dread rq #rebel x authority? yeah yeah #nvm hes like a fetus apparently??

[soil-just-needs-water-to-be]

I’ve finally decided to upload the whole fanfic on here this is the start of it if you’d like to see more just let me know I’ll post a chapter a day unless anyone ask for more I’m really proud of this I know there are mistakes and all but here we go

Angst involved it does get mature eventually but for now just fluff and angst

It was late the buzz of Manchester leaking through my bedroom window as I lay in bed on my laptop in the mist of an online game of Pub-G (lame I know ). I've been playing for hours. I was supposed to be going to bed at least 3 hours ago ,that was the plan as I've got School tomorrow but for some reason I can't bring myself to close the game for the night. Doing things to preoccupy my mind is all I've needed for the past two weeks I've started studying for my GCSE,s probably to finally complete them in a few weeks and I'm so stressed about them. I kept ending up in games with and user called GeoDan16 and if by fate we keep ending up as the last players in the game and battling one another. I've won 7 of the 11 games we have played. I've added his user in the lobby of the games and I'm just waiting to see if he adds me back , This was so I can possibly have someone to speak to as I play. It takes about ten minutes before the acceptance alert rings through my room , as my laptop, phone and IPad light up due to having the game on all of them for all occasions. Spotting the alert on the corner of my laptop screen I pick up my phone and swiftly type a message. Yes I know I'm using my laptop and I could message them there but it feels better to message on my phone and play on my laptop. I just type a simple

TrumanBlack: " Hey there ...... these games are wild . You played good tho ;)"

I then just put my phone back onto the bed next to me and decide I want to watch YouTube for a while and hopefully let sleep consume me. After racking through YouTube for a video to watch I come across "Daz Blacks latest video I click on it , select the big screen options and pause it before it starts. I place me laptop down next to me and slide from my bed and into my on suite so I can use the bathroom and brush my teeth for what feels like the 20th time tonight. I've smoked an excessive amount tonight and I don't understand why. Hearing my alert tone go off again I quickly finish up in the bathroom and make my way back to bed and see my notification my my phone screen "message from GeoDan16". I open my phone properly to read it

GeoDan16: "Yo :) , thanks , how many games was that ?"

Pulling my blanket back around me I press play on the YouTube video and sink into the heat of the mattress and softness of the duvet

TrumanBlack : "I believe it was 11 , and I won 7 LOSER"

GeoDan16 : "Uhhh...rude , I still won 4 so excuse me but you ain't the overall winner "

TrumanBlack : "No I'm maybe not but I still did better than you ;D "

I know this is probably weird to think as I don't even know this person but feel a buzz something that says I'm gunna love them , like I've known them years and we're just catching up

GeoDan16: "Were just going to have to have a winner takes all round someday huh....also Truman??, What kind of name is that it's kinda interesting is someone obsessed with the Truman show or something "

TrumanBlack : "Nah I just came up with the name when I was like ten and it sounded kinda edgy :D "

As I'm laying there my eyes start to feel heavy and I can feel them starting to drop and I yawn. But I try to ignore it so I can stay up a little longer and hopefully learn more about this person

GeoDan16: " So it's not your real name then ???"

TrumanBlack: "nope it's actually Matty , what about you , what's your actual name "

GeoDan16 : "Contrary to popular belief it's not geo or Dan ... the names George "

TrumanBlack: "George...That's an old guys name...how old are you....im not talking to some ancient man am I "

I laugh to myself because obviously I can't be he played well ...too well for an old guy BUT I've got to cover my tracks my mum always tells me to be more safe online

GeoDan16: "Nah man I'm 16....oldest in my year .... Year 10 what about you ...Matty is 100% not your full name what are you 12?... rebelling against anyone who calls you your full name "

TrumanBlack : "I'll have you know George that I'm actually 17 not 12 and no my full name is Matthew but I only get called that at school or when I've pissed my mum off or my best friend.....but also year ten so your from the UK then"

GeoDan16: "yeh southwest London ....Wbu "

TrumanBlack : "ay im from Manchester "

It's not very often you meet someone from the same continent as you this late at night on these games so this is quite cool

TrumanBlack: "why you up so late then Georgie???"

GeoDan16: "I ain't been called Georgie since I was 7 Matthew :D , also I just can't sleep it's soooo cold right now ....and you ?"

TrumanBlack : "just stressing about GCSE's man ....I know I'm not dumb but my maths and physics are gunna go down the drain and I don't wanna fail "

GeoDan16: "ahh I feel ya bro ....I've just started studying for my GCSEs too but your must be year 11 and going to be doing them soon right ?"

TrumanBlack : "yup they start in a few weeks "

My eyes are now struggling to stay awake and my screen has become a blurry mess as I attempt to keep my eyes open and without realising it my phone slides out of my hand onto the duvet and my eyes shut slowly

GeoDan16 ; "I could help if you like "

I don't see or hear this message come through as I'm too far gone and too tired to realise and I just fall asleep and hopefully dream of good things

GeoDan16 "g'night Matty "

[jinkicake]

New Years and I got kazuha brainrot😔 thinking instead of him being tied up and going feral from watching the shogun get hands it’s an enemy to lovers type beat. Like he hates you almost as much as the shogun for no reason like idk what tf I would do to make him hate me but I would be a general annoyance🥰 him chasing me through Inazuma as I keep dodging him and playfully shocking him like a doorknob. He hates electro so much he’s just ready to fight LMFAO only Beidou is cool. He’s so irritated he can’t catch me bc I’m just disappearing and showing up at the most in opportune times ��singing his name and calling him cute but also he’s weak bc hehe you can’t hurt me. Tying him up and and caressing his face while also reading random ass poetry; just flirting w him to piss him off more “aww you look so angry kazuha🥺 do you hate me that much🥺” but like kazuha is sneaky asf so he’s out of the ropes, like people forget that!! He’s a little shit!! Like he’s very soft and well behaved like albedo BC THEY ARE MASTER MANIPULATORS LIKE THEY ARE SWEET TALKERS!! Kayea is just more overt w it bc he’s also using sex appeal, albedo and kazuha are the dangerous ones like turning up the heat on a frog in water you don’t notice until it’s too late. They sweet talk you into safety and when you finally become defenseless to their true intensions they spring it in you and attack then!! So this mf would grab you out of nowhere while you’re super distracted. “Why don’t I show you how much I hate you”😭 rip bc unhinged hate fuck kazuha is my fav brand actually, him just rearranging your guts like he hates you, pounding you in a mating press like he’s trying to knock you up bc what would be sweeter revenge than forcing the nuisance plaguing his life to continue the kadehara clan🥰 glaring at you and degrading you while your face is twisted in pleasure. Like he accidentally fucks himself stupid too, when he comes down from the high of being that mad he realizes he’s overstimulated and you’re milking him dry but it feels too good to stop now and also he’s not done taking revenge 😔 he needs to go until his body is screaming at him to stop needs to keep shit talking “you hated me so much but here you are begging me to go deeper” this cock mf is good at saving face unfortunately 🙄😒 so he’s cooing like he plans on edging you- he doesn’t his balls would actually explode if he stops moving- “you want me to go deeper? Isn’t that gunna hurt you sweetheart? So desperate for me to ruin you huh?” Pushing his full body weight on you so you can’t move an inch, you just gotta take it idk what to say?? When he shakily let’s your legs drop from is shoulder he watches as all his cum spill out so he takes his fingers and pushed it back in😭”this is your punishment” before passing tf out

I think a kazuha brainrot is the perfect way to enter the new year!

my heart literally started to race at the mention of 'enemies to lovers' FHDSUHDSUHF THIS IS TOO GOOD a mean!kazuha is sooo hawt like why do i want to be his enemy now??? getting into actual fights w him would so stressful and the tension would be SO thick bc he's pinning you down to the ground and cursing your existence and then kissing you in the most selfish way ever... he doesn't understand these feelings himself but he can't listen to you talk anymore so he just- SMOOCH! oh my heart-

also,,, the way you describe him and albedo is so sick like i genuinely think I may bend over backward for him now like.... manipulator!kazuha hmmmm heheheh i need it

yes.... yeah! kazuha going from fucking you dumb to being fucked dumb is so respectable. he's everything i need in a m4n

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SEE NOW WHERE IS THIS IN THE KAZUHA TAGSSSS im tired of him being written as a sweetie (even if he is, my sweet meow meow), i need unhinged!kazuha like idc if its ooc i dont care at all.... it's too good T T i want desperate!messy!kazuha... your brainrots are too good im so jealous of them

#sarahandoikawatalkshit

[viaalterego]

thank you @gummybugg for the tag! This is my first time doing this so it might sound strange. but this was a fun idea! hope to do more in the future! so without further ado here it the AM I THE A***HOLE for my WIP "Counting the Days Till Im Yours"

Am I the A**Hole for tricking the guy I look up to in to becoming my brother? ( I think not, but this is what reddits for amiright?)

I ,a very mature person, (16M) may have decived or tricked some randome Guy (21M) in to becoming my bruthor. An rn hes in the car w e as we head back to my place. And you might be wondrn, howd the hell did I get here…

So heres the story,

In my defense his fam is filled to the brim with uncaring a**holes and so I thought if no ones gunna care for dis guy, I will. My bruthor (19M) and Dad (very old) both laughed and said that I was too young to adopting people. But this Guy is so cool, he can play a giture and can write music and hes in collage but apperntly hes thinking about dropping out after the spring semester bc he keeps saying that his prof is an evil man that’s out to get him and he keeps tellinhim that he’ll amount to nothin if he “doesn’t get his act together”. (I told him that his prof sounds like a dummy, but for some reason he chooses to believes the b******) This Guy is so freaking amazing tho. Like at one point, There were some  stuid older kids who chased me down the road a couple of times  after school and Guy would always run out of work (a small groceries mart) to chase them off! Hed use his break time to check on me and wed hang out in the park for a bit. I think hes a really good person and that he desseves so much more… when I toldmy family, they both agreed that wi… Guy deserves a better life. But we knew that hed wouldnt want to come with us so, Dad used the same tackcit he used for my broher and i. Just wait… until th time was right.

And tured out we didn’t have to wait long… it was February and Dad got a notification that Guy had run of from his apartment only minutes after hed made it home ( dad instaled some cameras near his house so we could check uo on him) hed run to the park in panic. Now, ive seen im upset before, but this wasa brand new and at that moment, we all realized that the time was right. So I went ot Guy just to see if was okay, while my brother and Dad prepared for to take im home. And it happened!!

Im in the car sirtting right next to im rn with him. Hes asleep rn ( probly from whatever my brother gave him) so he doent know abou any of this . an ******* amazing urpise if you ask me! But we had to tie him up a bit bc Dad said that he “might panic and lose his **** once it wore of”. But im not too worried. He knows that I care about him, and now my brother and Dad want him to be apart of our family to! So not only does he get an new family I get a new brother out of this too. But…

Tbh he looked really scared when we went to meet him and when we stopped at a motel for he night (he did wake up) and still freaked the ***** out. Dad was able to put him back to sleep tho before  he was able to hurt himself. I couldn’t help but feel bad… like what if I got the wrung Idea and he hates me for it?? What if he doent see me as a brother as well?? What if he hates??

Oh wer  almost home! Cant have my “brother” wake up to a lil insecure baby now can we.

So I will leave this up to you internet people or Redditers, as ive heard it called.

Am I the A**Hole here??

PS… Oh and I will update!

#welp it is what it is #open tag #writting game #mentions of kidnapping #mentions of non condrugging #my wriring #current wip #counting the days till im yours

[jacqcrisis]

shit that makes me side-eye Supergiant about Charon and Hermes ‘professional associate’ shtick (by someone who’s only 20 hours into the game and has completed 1 run so far):

Hermes has a boon called ‘side hustle’, which specifically grants extra cash, implying that he and Charon have some extra deal going on outside of usual psychopomp duties

This is compounded on when considering part of Meg’s job is getting rid of contraband and it isn’t a stretch to think some of that’s been brought into the Underworld 

which one can assume is by Hermes and Charon pays him for it, thus side hustle

this doesn’t explain the sheer hesitance they both have discussing their ‘associate’ relationship

like Charon half threatens Zagreus with big boat boy anger if he brings up that the two know each other

and Charon’s a powerful ass bastard, son of a primordial, who has an extremely niche and important job.

whos he gunna get in trouble with?

what, is Hades gunna fire him?

so we establish hermes probably brings in the goods and charon sells them and then cuts him something in return

BUT THEN

Hermes implies he knows Zagreus is trying to get to his mom, which only denizens of the Underworld who are close to the House of Hades would know, and even then, its like five people

cause its a big time hush hush

which means he probably got that info straight from Charon as that’s the only person fitting that description he talks to who may know that information

which means they gossip, and Charon apparently tells his professional associate who is A GOD IN REGULAR CONTACT WITH THE OLYMPIANS a piece of information THAT THEY’RE TRYING TO KEEP SECRET FROM THE OLYMPIANS

he trust talky guy with big secret very good very ‘professional associate’

if Zagreus is wearing the Lucky Tooth and gets a boon from Hermes, Hermes will ask where he got it from and with this dialogue and the proceeding one from Skelly, it’s implied it’s originally from Skelly’s employer (who is Charon).

Which means Charon gave it to Skelly, who gives it to Zagreus which Hermes recognizes FOR SOME REASON

you know, professional associates recognizing teeth nbd

proceeding this, Hermes is like ‘shut the fuck bout it or our jig is up and Hades would be mad’

WHAT JIG 

CAUSE I DONT THINK HADES CAN STOP CHARON

HES THE BOATMAN

AND HES GOT MORE HEALTH THAN HADES

AND HES THE BOATMAN

(the jig is mostly about Charon enlisting Hermes specifically to help Zagreus, i get that, im here for that, im ignoring that)

I DIGRESS

if you buy Hermes boon in Charon’s shop he can have some choice lines

‘whaaa what haha why are my boons in Charon’s shop, must’ve been a mix up, don’t mention it to anyone haha i just deliver the dead lol crazy’

also he tells Zagreus to tell Charon hi which is like

dude

you drop off the dead

he ferries the dead

you two see each other

all the time

he can probably hear you right now

FUCK

sometimes when you leave Charon’s shop, Zagreus will cheekily ask the boatman to ‘say hey to Hermes for me’ 

Zag is on the D.L.

Zag is me 

the best one is when you get Zeus’s boon and Zeus comments about how Herme’s is running late and he can’t find him

which

i mean

so Olympian gods note in game that it’s easier to feel Zagreus when he makes it to the Temple of Styx

and some Underworld folk will say it’s harder to feel him at the same time

So a) gods can sus each other’s location out

and b) the gates and temple act as a sort of barrier making it difficult to discern where a god is depending on what side they’re on

which can only mean

hermes

you don’t gotta go that far into the Underworld to drop off the dead and illicit contraband

why you already past the point that your papa cannot find you?

and running behind to boot?

whatcha doing there, bud?

#hades #hades game #charon hades #i am the pepe silvia meme right now #hermes hades #theres probably more i havent gotten to #imma get back to the fic im writing #its a big fic and i had to air the THOUGHTS #these two live rent free in me brain right now #supergiant just give me an update to the game where they kiss #please

[movedyourchair505]

Sono Tuo

if mafia bad, why hot?

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The sound of the needle rattling seemed louder than the melody it drew from the record spinning across the room, despite the ceiling fan spinning right above her head, her face felt hot, her fingers were tense, she did not want to touch anything, felt everything was restrictive, had taken off the dress she'd been wearing for half the day and was now sat anxiously on the bed in  her underwear, for some reason still felt too warm as she waited, impatient, on edge.

It wasn't the initial panic the morning after that had pushed her over the edge, not the strange sensation in her abdomen, not the craving of food Alexander had had that she usually did not need him to share, not even the irregular change in cycle. But less than an hour had passed since she had returned from the bathroom, glad Alexander had already gone that morning and not witnessed anything. She'd brushed her teeth now, but the tears of discomfort and fear had not stopped coming every now and then, even now she was still on the verge, checked her phone again for an update from Miles. The consideration of who to ask had been brief, she knew that no member of security would make sense, she could not safely assume that not everything she required would somehow, soon, reach Alexander. And, as she had already guessed, no one would see or suspect anything if she merely called Miles, even if he had to go to a pharmacy, though it'd turned out he kept an abundance of tests at his apartment. She did, however, not feel like she could go there now, though was starting to regret that decision, as the waiting was slowly driving her mad, at least a short journey would have been a distraction.

She jumped when the door clicked open, Helders coming into view, though diverting his gaze. "Kane's here."

"Fookin'ell, she's expectin' me."

"I am..." Jade said, her voice quieter than anticipated, and she only dropped the tension in her shoulder when the door fell shut again. "He's going to tell him."

"Tell him wha'?" Miles asked, raising an eyebrow.

"That I'm fucking crying," Jade snapped, rising from the bed and holding her hand out impatiently in front of him.

"'e didn't see..."

Her eyes darkened and she watched as he reached into the inside pocket of his white suit jacket.

"I didn't fink tha' ya..."

Her fingers closed around the box, but she waited, kept her eyes on his. "That I what?"

"Be... so... I mean... ya dun't want... a famileh?"

"When have I ever said that?"

His eyes widened. "Jade, I thought you'd 'ave spoken teh 'im about this. 'e won't want ya not teh go thr-..."

Jade tilted her head to the side, staring back at him in disbelief. "He won't want what?" she huffed, shaking her head and passing him on her way into the bathroom, cursing under her breath.

"Sorreh?"

"I got what I need, you can go."

"Wha'? Nah, I'll wait wif ya. I'm 'ere for ya."

"Clearly," she huffed, sarcasm lacing her voice, her desperation replaced by anger instantly. "I don't need that kind of support. I do whatever the fuck I want. You can be whoever you want, he can be Alexander Turner all he wants." She closed the door, locked it before his hand could even touch the handle. "Out."

"Tha' is not wha' I meant, bella..." he sighed, staying close on the other side as she shuffled out of her thong and sunk down. "I joost thought yeh was worried 'bout 'is reaction 'n all..." He cleared his throat. "I can't believe ya 'aven't spoken t'im 'bout it. Trust meh, I know 'im. 'e wants this."

She huffed. "And isn't that all that matters."

"No, Al just-..."

"This isn't up to him," she stated, standing back up, the instructions simple enough and she adjusted her underwear, placed down the test out of immediate sight, though staying as she was, not unlocking the door.

"So wha'? Ya gunna get rid of it?"

"I don't even know if there's anything to get rid of yet." She swallowed hard, biting her lip. She couldn't say she'd given the idea of Alexander as father much thought, much less her as a mother. But she knew him too. If not for the sake of his own family, he would want an heir to his empire, more power. And no child would ever be safer than his. Her voice was quieter when she spoke again. "He wants this?"

"I thought 'e would've told ya before marryin' ya."

"Fuck you."

"Wha-...? Bella..."

She dried her hands, stepping away from the sink and slowly unlocking the door, staring right back into Kane's eyes on the other side. "You're ridiculous." She walked past him, pulling on her silk dressing gown.

"D'ya not want a famileh wif 'im?" he asked, his own voice now tenser.

"Is that any of your business?" She couldn't help but remember his instructions, his threats concerning her treatment of Alexander. She ran her fingers through her hair. "One time I forget," she muttered, shaking her head. "Fucking one."

"Talk to 'im about this, bella."

Her gaze snapped up. "You really don't know me, do you, Kane?"

"Oh, come on..."

"I told you I don’t need you here."

He swallowed, his eyes remaining on her, though spinning around when the door opened audibly, Alexander stepping inside.

Jade's heart skipped a beat when she saw him, tensing instantly, barely able to form a coherent thought when he was already right there, one look at her face all it took for him to rush and pull her in, his arms around her.

"Darlin'..." he drawled, the depth of his voice as unsettling as it was comforting. "Wha's wrong, eh?"

"Alexander..." she whispered, her lips against his neck, her fingers running through his hair at the back of his head. The blur of smoke and the spice of cologne was hopelessly overpowering. She heard movement, tilted her head and saw Kane cross the room and step into the bathroom.

"I were on me way teh the meetin' but Maffew told meh yeh seemed upset."

She swallowed hard, her eyes widening when Kane stepped back out of the bathroom, held up the test, she could just about make it out from the distance, the look on his face saying it all. He pressed his lips together, the softness in his eyes comforting despite before he was out the door.

Alexander drew back slightly, though kept his arms around her, aware of his friend's exit, yet she maintained his full attention. "Are yeh okeh?"

She realised only then that tears were pearling down her cheeks and she forced a smile, taking a deep breath. "I can't believe this..." She tried to compose herself, frustrated with the emotion overcoming her, leaving her powerless. "Fuck."

"Jade, darlin'..." he rasped, his forehead coming to rest against hers. "There ain't anehfin' yeh can't tell meh, no matter wha', eh?"

She could not take it any longer. "I'm pregnant, Alexander." Despite what Kane had said, she'd been convinced she knew what to prepare for. But she hadn't.

His eyes widened with evident shock, then his arm tightened around her, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. "Doll..." he said, his voice lowered. "Is tha' rehyt?"

She licked her lips, surprised by the confidence with which she met his gaze, unprepared for the softness in his eyes. "I think so," she said. "The other night after the opera I forgot to take..." She took another breath. "Alexander..."

He blinked slowly, fear creeping into his gaze. "No..." he whispered. "No, Jade..."

Her hands moved to smooth his shirt down over his chest, struggling to take even breaths. "You want this," she concluded, could read him effortlessly, knew him.

His hand came up to cup the side of her face, her skin warm against his palm. The unfiltered joy was slowly but surely facing growing panic, desperation. "Please," he whispered. "I do. 'course I do, sweet'eart." He realised her tears were not joy and his no longer were either now. "Talk t'meh."

"I just never-..." She stopped herself. "I did not see this coming. You... this is what you want?"

"Jade, y'kno' 'ow mooch me famileh means t'meh. I want me own, I alwehs 'ave. But I want you, doll. I want this wif you. Tell meh wha's on yehr mind."

She leaned forward, closing her eyes, her forehead against his chest as she tried to make sense of the chaos in her mind. "How things will change," she said.

He pulled her closer, pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "I won't try teh persuade yeh if yeh've made up yehr mind," he whispered, his voice strained, barely audible with the last word. She was shaking in his arms and he hated being somewhat responsible. "But if yeh 'ave... worries... let meh ease 'em."

She knew what he would say, and she knew he would be right. His words brought fresh tears to her eyes. Nothing mattered more to him than she did. Being his meant being invincible. And apart from herself, there was one more person she wanted that for. He was Alexander Turner, and there were no worries she knew he couldn't ease for her, no worries that didn't stem from shock rather than actual insecurity and doubt. Slowly, she drew back to lift her head. "If it's a girl-..."

The smile that lit up the edges of his face drew uncontrollable tears of relief from the corners of her eyes, her giggle shaky when he nodded understandingly, knew effortlessly what she would say, spoke with her.

"Valentina."

He brushed her hair back from her face, chuckling. "Of course."

She sniffed, then wrapped her arms tightly around him, sobbing her relief into his chest. "Ti amo."

He smoothed his fingers through her hair, his other hand spread out on the small of her back to keep her as close as she was. "Jade, cara mia," he whispered into her hair. "Sono tuo."

#alex turner #alex turner fic #alex turner fanfic #alex turner fanfiction #arctic monkeys #the last shadow puppets #miles kane #am #tlsp #napule nights #nn #alex turner/oc #alex/jade #mafia au #mafia!al #chaptered fic #writing #adt #drabble? #sono tuo

[hold-our-destiny]

5 times tony comforted Peter and the one time Peter comforted Tony

This is for @bluesweatshirt for the friendly neighborhood exchange!

(also i’m really sorry i couldn’t add in a cut off on mobile)

________________

1.

Peter wasn't a sad person.

He wasn't too sad when his parents didn't come home from their business trip. Yeah, he was sad when Ben died- he died in front of him for god’s sake- but he didn’t show it, he sucked it up and helped May with the new struggles with money.

Peter wasn't sad, no. He was tired though.

God, he was so tired.

It had been two weeks since homecoming night and Peter was catering between not being able to sleep at all and waking up every night from nightmares.

This night was different, though.

Because for some reason… Mr Stark was in his nightmare.

It was never anyone but peter. Always Peter stuck under rubble, falling from a plane, stuck in the fire. Never anyone else so why now would it be Mr Stark?

That wasn’t exactly the first thought on his mind when he woke up.

___________

Peter woke up with a start, breath stuck in his chest, tears already escaping his eyes.

He threw the covers off him, needing to be free from the confines, before reaching for his phone.

He’s hurt, mr stark’s hurt and he can't help him- oh god he can't save him-

“Hello?” Mr Stark’s groggy voice shook him out of his thoughts.

“Mr Stark?” Peter asked, almost scared for any reply.

“Pete? You okay?” His mentor’s voice took on a new tone. Worry mixed with… something.

“Yeah, sorry, i just- I’m sorry for waking you- I’ll hang up now-”

“Peter. Are you okay?” The question made him want to cry, made him want to curl up and let it all out with how safe it made Peter feel.

“Yeah I’m-” he took a breath, “I’m fine,”

He could tell the billionaire knew he wasn’t, “Okay, well you might as well help me anyway,”

“Help you?”

“Yeah, i've been up for hours trying to figure this problem out,” He lied.

“O-okay”

The mechanic explained the problem to him, Peter letting the words wash over him, breathing through the explanation. He pretended not to notice when Mr Stark didn't ask for his thoughts, when he reminded him to breathe every now and then, just letting his words soothe the kid from the evident panic attack he’d just gone through.

God, he was so out of his element.

Maybe this was a good thing- maybe it was good for him to comfort this kid- this kid who he barely knew. Just for tonight, only tonight.

2. 

Tony was tired. No, scratch that- he was fucking exhausted.

He was pretty much ready to drop on that wednesday, ready to curl up in his king size bed and sleep for 16 hours straight.

And yeah, maybe he forgot it was lab day.

Peter walked- more like stumbled- through the lab doors, somehow racing and also shuffling to his seat, dropping his bag with a thud and sitting in his chair in almost the same manner.

Peter’s hair was messy, curls more unruly than usual, and Tony would bet that if he could see the kid’s eyes, they wouldn’t look healthy. 

“Hey kid,”

No answer.

“You okay?”

A delay, then a slight nod. Peter still hadn’t put anything in front of him, just simply sitting at the desk.

“You wanna skip lab day today?” 

Peter’s head shot up, eyes wide and concerned. And yeah, Tony was right, he had dark bags under his eyes.

“What? Is something wrong? Do you need me to leave?” Tony raised a hand to stop him.

“No- no- I mean more like…” He didn’t know how he was going to say this, “I’m pretty tired right now, do you wanna just order a pizza and chill out on the couch?”

Peter looked at him suspiciously, before nodding, already getting up and heading to the other room.

Yeah, tony thought to himself, you’re doing okay

.

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Peter was passed out on the couch within 5 minutes, remote laying in his limp hand and head lolled to the side awkwardly.

Tony brought the pizza in, setting the boxes down on the coffee table and gently shook Peter awake.

“Hey, kid,” He whispered as Peter woke up, matching the tone to the dark room, “You wanna have something to eat? Or at least get into more of a comfortable position,”

Peter nodded groggily, sitting up so Tony could sit next to him, legs touching as Peter moved closer. Tony raised his arm up and around the back of the couch, resting on the teenager’s shoulders and allowing him to relax into the billionaire.

Tony put a random star wars film on the tv, letting it drift into background noise as the kid fell asleep next to him.

For years, Tony had been scared of fucking a future kid up, becoming his father and eventually pushing everyone away. Somehow, now, his fears have receded, his mind reassuring him repeatedly.

He trusts you. You’re doing okay.

3.

Peter woke up under rubble.

No, no, this wasn’t a nightmare. The air was too thick, dust invading his airways. He choked on it as he took a breath. It was too dark, way too dark, the rocks were crushing him, piercing his skin in multiple places. He groaned with the weight, reaching for his watch instinctively. 

He pressed the side button three times, letting red light illuminate his surroundings and trying to breathe with the rubble pushing down on his chest.

His watch lit up blue, and Tony’s voice started speaking through it. 

“Peter? Pete- you there?”

“Y-yeah I’m here” He choked out, a waver in his voice.

“Okay, how are you feeling, kid?” 

“I- The rubble- it’s crushing me- i can’t-” His breath started to speed up at the reminder, panic invading his senses.

“Kid- kid! You gotta calm down, okay? We’re getting you out now, i promise- we’re gunna get you out real soon- but you gotta calm down for us to do that, okay?”

Peter made an affirmative noise, closing his eyes and trying to even out his breaths. His memories were resurfacing much quicker than he could cope with and Tony’s voice was only helping slightly. Peter didn’t know what he was saying, letting the noises meld together in his mind as he calmed himself.

After a few minutes- or hours, he didn’t know- he’d calmed down somewhat, finally able to focus on the voice coming out of his watch. 

“We’re getting you out of there now, kid. You’re doing so good for me, Pete- just keep breathing for me, okay?”

With the panic receding now, Peter was much more aware of his surroundings. He was also aware of the fact that his brain was slowing down, unable to process things as quickly as he normally could. There was a reason for that in the back of his mind but he couldn’t reach it. 

There was something wet underneath him, soaking up into his clothes, he didn’t like that. He wanted to move away from it but only made it hurt worse when he tried- he cried out in pain.

“T-tony!” 

There was a scuffle on the other end of the line- “Yeah, pete? You okay?- what’s happening?”

“T’ny- t- tony! T’y please- g’t me out- please- please- i- i can’t-” 

“Peter- what’s happening?”

“H’rts- my- my chest- there’s- it’s-” The panic was back now, confusing him even more than before, “S’mthing- und’r- something wet- under me- t’ny please-”

“Shit- Peter- Pete- breathe, okay kid? Breathe for me. We’re gunna help you,”

Peter took a breath, then another, and another, steadying his heart before whimpering when the rubble shifted, “Kid, we’ve almost got you. I need you to stay awake, okay? We’re gonna get to you soon but you gotta stay awake so you can tell us if we move the wrong thing, okay?”

Peter made an affirmative noise again, wanting nothing more than to move away from the pain, but listening to Tony.

Tony talked again a while later, surprising Peter when he did. 

“Pete? You still awake for me, bud?”

“Y-yeah im- im here,” 

He heard Tony breathe out slowly, “That’s good, Pete. We’re only a few feet away from you, but the next thing we’re going to move is gunna shift some stuff, okay? Tell us if it hurts you, okay, kid?”

“Okay- I’ll tell y’u”

He waited a few seconds, hearing some movement to his side, before the rubble shifted and his legs screamed in pain. He only let out a grunt, not wanting to stop the team’s efforts, and only a moment passed before he saw his father figure knelt down beside his head, cradling it with one hand. He smiled up at him.

“T-tony-” He sobbed.

Tony nodded, “Yeah, yeah, kid, i’m here now. Sorry we couldn’t get to you sooner but I got you now, i promise. You did so good for me, bud,”

“Good?” Peter’s eyes were closing now, relishing in the relief of pain after hours of panic.

“So good, kid. I’m so proud of you for staying calm. You can sleep now, okay? Let us do the rest.”

He smiled up at his mentor again, letting his eyes close and his body relaxed as his mind gave in to the not-so-distant pull of sleep.

4. 

Tony woke up that morning to a call from midtown tech.

Of course, he was confused as to why Peter’s school would call him at midday on a random tuesday.

“Is this Tony Stark?” The caller sounded dubious- doubtful.

“Yes, it is,”

“This is Julia calling from midtown tech. Are you the emergency contact for Peter Parker?”

“One of them, yes,”

“Would you be able to pick Peter up soon?” Tony was already getting some more presentable clothes on, worried as hell.

“Yes, of course. Can I ask why?”

“To be completely honest with you, Mr Stark, I don't even know. There’s a police officer in there with him right now, and that’s all i know.”

Tony froze. A police officer could only mean two things, and Tony didn’t like either option.

“I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” And with that, he hung up.

Peter practically fell into his arms when he walked into the office. Tony instinctively went to cradle the back of his head as he processed everything that was happening. One of those things being that Peter was crying.

Peter was crying.

He wrapped his arms around the teenager more firmly as the police officer stepped toward them.

“Mr Stark, I’m officer Langford,” Tony nodded curtly towards him, waiting for an explanation.

“You may want to sit down for this,” 

It took some time for Tony to maneuver Peter into a more comfortable position on the couch in the corner, the kid not wanting his mentor to see his face- in fear?- but they got there in the end.

The officer sat down in a chair opposite them, “I’m sorry to tell you this but this morning May Parker was involved in a car accident, she was rushed to the hospital but unfortunately, she was pronounced dead on arrival-” Peter held him slightly tighter, “We called you here because you were Peter’s second emergency contact, and in situations like these, we need a temporary home for him. If you agree, you can take him home now, and if not we can move him to a separate-” Tony held a hand up to cut him off.

He moved the hand back down to rub across Peter’s back, meant to be a soothing gesture but somehow made him more tense. 

“I’ll take him now, and i can sort out the paperwork for a… longer arrangement soon,” Officer Langford nodded before wishing them well and leaving, but Tony didn’t pay any notice, his mind too caught up in what just happened.

It wasn’t caught up in May’s death, somehow in the back of his mind, he knew, he knew that police officers didn’t just show up at a kid’s school for no reason. He wouldn’t have been called if it was anything else.

No, it wasn’t caught up with that.

It was caught up with the fact that Peter- his kid, his Peter- upon hearing Tony’s agreement to take him in- he lost all tension in his body. As if he was relieved, as if he feared Tony would leave him, as if he would abandon the kid he’s grown so close to lately.

Tony couldn’t process it.

“Hey, kiddo, can you look at me please?” Peter minutely shook his head, burrowing into Tony’s shirt even closer than before. His tears had long since stopped, now just seeking comfort from the billionaire.

“We’ve gotta be clear about some stuff, okay, bud? Just a few minutes and then we can go back to whatever this is,” Tony wasn’t good at this.

But, still, Peter pulled back from their embrace, head turned down towards his legs. 

“Kid-” Tony was stuck for words, “i want you to know that you can stay with me for as long as you like, okay? If it’s just for this week, for a while or if it’s for the rest of your life, okay? I need you to understand that i’m going to stick with you through all of it, anything you need from me, I’ll get it for you,” He took a breath, “You’re not alone in this,”

Peter crumpled.

As if against his own command, his body surged forward, arms clumsily reaching for his father figure, breaths coming through as gasps, head still downturned. 

But still, Tony caught him.

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Tony took Peter back to the tower, he set him up in his room, gave him food and sent him to bed. He figured they’d deal with talking about it tomorrow, after some good sleep and a long fucking think about how Tony feels about this kid.

That went to shit at around 4am.

Tony was up on his feet before he could process the scream, legs rushing him to the only inhabited room on his floor. Pushing the door open and hoping for the worst.

He really didn’t expect to see Peter in the corner, bed sheets crumpled around his feet, breaths barely present.

He kneeled down a few feet away, unsure about whether Peter needed him close or not. But upon seeing the kid reach out a trembling hand towards him, he surged forward, pulling the teenager into his arms.

“It’s okay, whatever it is, it’s okay, we’re safe. I’ve got you.” He repeated in hushed whispers, rocking the two of them back and forth.

It was only a few minutes later when Peter responded to him, breathing normally now, hand clutching his mentor’s shirt as he mumbled into his chest.

“Couldn’t- couldn’t save y’u- i- i can’- can’t do i’- pl’se t’ny-”

Tony hushed him. 

Peter repeated the mantra for another- god, tony didn’t know how long- until tony was finally able to hush him. The billionaire carefully picked him up, walking him the few feet over to the bed and laying him down in it. 

Tony hesitated by the door, before hushing his brain of all negative thoughts, turning off the light and retreating back into the teenager’s bedroom. He climbed into the bed with the kid, curling up next to him- relieved when Peter immediately turned to cling to his chest.

Slowly, he fell asleep.

5.

To say Peter was worried about this mission was an understatement. Him and Tony were going undercover together and honestly… it was already awkward. 

The thing is, Peter wouldn’t have any trouble going undercover normally but now, they were going in as father and son. 

There was this guy- this villain they’d started calling the ‘poisoner’- who was targeting father and son couples, poisoning the son and leaving the father with the body until they were found. They’d tried everything to arrest the guy but… he kept getting away- going undercover was the only option- the last ditch attempt before the avengers started knocking on doors.

It was weird how Peter was more scared to act like Toy was his dad, when he could actually die if the other guy got the upper hand.

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They were sat in the hotel room, waiting. 

They saw the guy- the poisoner- earlier at the bar. He’d followed them all night, back to their room but… he hadn’t pushed his way in, always staying just too far away to be apprehended by Tony.

It took a few hours for there to be a knock at the door, Tony standing up and casting a quick look at Peter before going to answer it.

He opened the door to see him- the guy- the poisoner- dressed up as a waiter or something, pushing a cart in front of him.

“Can i help you?”

He smiled, “Room service, sir,” He started pushing his way past Tony.

“I’m sorry, but we didn’t order room service,”

The poisoner turned around quickly as he heard the door blow shut, quickly pulling Tony into a headlock and facing Peter, who was frozen in the shock of it all.

“Now I’m going to say this one time only,” He ignored Tony struggling in his hold, pulling out a gun from his waistband, “There’s handcuffs under the cart. You’re going to cuff yourself to the bed or I’ll blow your dad’s brains out,” 

Peter moved slowly, sliding off the bed and keeping his hands visible. The man was the same height as Tony and didn’t look much bigger than him. Tony should be able to get out of his hold easily- there was a reason he couldn’t- and now he had a gun to his head.

He reached under the tablecloth, feeling the cold metal and pulling out three sets of handcuffs. He moved over to the bed again, cursing the hotel for having actual bed posts, and cuffed his left wrist to the bed, laying down on it to make himself more comfortable. 

The man then pushed Tony away from him, pointing the gun at Peter this time and making fear rush through him, “Now you- cuff his other hand to the bed,” 

Tony hesitated, making the man cock the gun, and Tony then quickly moved towards Peter, efficiently cuffing the teenager’s wrist, giving it a small squeeze of reassurance that didn’t do much to reassure him.

“Pull the chair away from the desk,” The poisoner commanded, “And cuff your hands behind it,”

Tony did so immediately, not risking Peter’s safety again. Only once he was situated did he start talking.

“You know you’re going to regret this,” The poisoner laughed.

“You really think so, do you? I know you’ve got this room bugged, i know the avengers are probably on their way here. But I’m here to send a message,”

“And what message is that?” 

He paused, pulling the lid off the metal plate he brought in on the cart, it revealed a neat line of six vials, all full of a blue liquid.

“You need to pay for what you did,”

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As it turns out, the poisoner doesn't actually inject the poison.

No, that would be too merciful.

Tony’s handcuffed to the chair he’s sat in, facing the bed. The same bed of which Peter, his kid, the teenager who he’d grown to care for so much in the past year or two, was handcuffed to in an ironic parallel. Father and son. Mentor and mentee. Tony, the merchant of death, destined to lead anyone he comes into contact with to a gruesome fate.

Peter happened to be that person.

Tony remembered the first few days after the fight with the rogues, how he regretted taking Peter with him, knowing he was going to ruin the kid. The few months after had only solidified that claim, and so he’d taken the suit.

There was no way he was getting out of the situation now.

The poisoner- that son of a bitch tony was going to kill as soon as he could get out of this damn chair-

The poisoner, had strapped a mask to the teenager’s head, slowly screwing in a vial of that fucking liquid on either side.

And now he was breathing it in- the gas- the poison that Tony just sat there as he’d been strapped down.

Now, Tony thought it was bad enough when he’d had all those thoughts running through his head, memories of Peter before they’d gotten to know each other, before Tony had taken him in. He thought that had been bad enough.

But no, it was so much worse when all those thoughts suddenly screeched to a halt.

Because Peter had just turned his head, linking eyes with Tony, a desperate plea moving between them.

Because Peter was scared- he looked terrified. 

There were unshed tears laying in his tear ducts, enough to easily see as you looked at the kid. His lips barely visible within the mask but from what Tony could see, they were held in a strained frown, lips being bitten.

Peter moved his head towards his mentor, linking eyes with the man. And that, right there in that moment, was when the teenager let go.

“T-tony-” A sob cut him off, choked out between his lips.

“T-tony please- i can’t- i don’t-” Tony shushed him from where he was sitting.

“Kid- Pete- I-” Tony was speechless, all known reassurances dying in his throat as soon as he’d thought of them, what were you supposed to say to a kid who was dying and you couldn’t do anything about it?

“Tony- please- dad- i can’t-” that kicked his instincts into gear.

“Kid, you need to stop talking, okay? The team’s going to get here soon, they’ll get this shit out of you and you’ll be okay, then you can tell me whatever you need to when you’re better, okay?”

Peter nodded, eyes still wide with tears but he listened to the billionaire. and somehow, that made it so much worse, the kid would follow him into fire if he asked him to, and now Tony got him into this situation.

Tony wanted nothing more than to look away from what was happening, as Peter breathed in the poison, helpless to do anything, but he couldn’t not be there for the kid. He needed his father figures comfort.

“he’s right, the teams gunna get here soon, i don’t know when but we’ll get you out of this as soon as we can, and then we can spend a week watching all of the star wars movies, and the clone wars if you want, anything you want kid” 

The poisoner was sat in the corner of the room, on the other bed. He was watching them, watching Tony desperately give his kid comfort without being able to touch him. 

Tony looked at him, “you’re a fucking psychopath, you know that, right? he’s 16, he’s just a kid. why don’t you kill me instead if you want me to pay so much, huh?”

The poisoner chuckled, standing up to walk over to them, “If you die, you wouldn’t feel the pain i did as my kid died in front of me, i’m going to make you watch as your kid suffocates in front of you”

He got two new vials, replacing the almost empty ones. Peter’s wheezing had gotten a lot more prominent now, trying desperately to bring in air. 

Tony’s always been around death, it greets him at every corner. but every time, someone else dies instead of him, or at least, they come close to it. 

He doesn’t know what he’d do if Peter dies.

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He’d already changed to the last set of vials now, Peter's breath was barely there. 

Tony was fucking terrified, obviously.

The team was close, he was sure of it, but that had been what he’d been telling himself the whole time. 

They were barely minutes out by his assumptions, but he didn’t know if Peter had minutes, vials nearly empty as the liquid in them turned to gas for the teenager to breathe in, slowly suffocating him.

He was still facing Tony, eve after this long, still trusting him to save him. Even as his body could barely pull in breaths, eyes drooping, they didnt stray from his face.

“Peter, you gotta keep your eyes open, i know it’s hard, i know- but you’ve gotta stay awake for just a few more minutes. We’re gunna help you, but you just gotta stay awake,” 

Peter looked at him sadly, but his eyes stayed open and Tony counted that as a win. He started to say something but Tony shushed him quickly.

“It’s okay, kid. Don’t try to talk. We’ve been over this already, you can talk to me after the team gets here- star wars marathon and everything, remember?”

Peter’s eyebrows creased inwards, and Tony’s heart dropped. Either he just forgot about that whole part of their conversation or… or… 

“You just gotta stay awake for me, okay? I believe in you kid, dont let me down,”

_______________

The door seemed to explode inwards when the team got there, Tony didn’t look up.

He didn’t look up as they arrested the poisoner, Bruce and sam moving to Peter, while two others moved to get Tony out of the seat he was in.

As soon as the handcuffs were undone, he surged forward, one hand reaching for the kid’s- which now rested on the bed after being released- and the other going to rest in his curls. Tony quickly wiped the tears off the kid’s face, staying away from his mouth as the others tried to give him as much oxygen as he needed.

Peter choked on a sob when he realised Tony was there, mouth slightly upturning even as another oxygen mask was placed over his face.

“I’m here kid. I’m so proud of you for staying awake, okay?” He looked to bruce, as the man looked away from Peter’s vitals, nodding to Tony now, “You can go to sleep now, I’m so proud of you kid, it’s okay,”

Peter’s eyes didn’t leave him, even as he fell asleep.

Tony cried as he was carried away.

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Peter woke up in the medbay. That was his first sign that something bad happened.

The next sign was his mentor-father-figure-dad asleep on the side of his bed. 

Peter’s eyes widened as he saw the tear tracks lining his cheeks. Tony never cried, not even when he dropped an engine on his foot that one time. If Tony was crying now, this- whatever it was that happened- it was bad bad.

“Tony?” 

Tony startled awake, as if he meant to be on guard, and took one look at the kid in front of him before reaching for Peter and bringing him into his arms.

“Oh my fucking god, kid. Holy shit, you’re okay. Oh my god-”

“Tony what happened?” Was the teenager’s muffled answer, not complaining about being smothered in his da- Tony’s shirt.

“There was this- this guy we went after- had to go undercover and he got to us and he poisoned you, kid- and i couldn't- i couldn't do anything about it- i just sat there and you- you did so good-”

Peter shushed him as the memories arose in his mind, “Tony, can i talk for a second?” He received a nod in reply, “You called the team, Tony. I didn’t, you did. They got there in time and now I’m okay, aren’t I? You did everything that you could, if anything i should've done something, I’m the one with powers here. No- i know- i couldn’t have done anything but you were there the whole time telling me to stay awake and i did, Tony, because of you.”

Tony didn’t say anything, seemingly processing what the kid said. He looked up slowly, tears falling down his cheeks, leaning forward and pulling the kid into a hug again.

Slowly, Peter got tired, nearly falling asleep in Tony’s arms. So, of course, Tony moved into the bed with him, pulling the kid to rest his head against the man’s chest.

“I got you, kid, don’t worry. You can go to sleep,” Peter didn’t know if Tony was reassuring himself or the kid.

Stil, nonetheless, Peter seemingly couldn’t hold back from murmuring a last thought as he fell asleep.

“Love you, dad”

Tony froze for a moment before replying, “Yeah, i love you too, kid,”

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[tayslaw]

A Triangle

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I get to the train station on my way to hogwarts. This is my 5th year being there. I go through the wall and see Hermione right away! I rush up to her and give her a hug. "Hey I missed you!" She says, releasing the hug. We then wait for the boys, not too long after we see them come through. "Hey guys" I say as they say hi back we get on the train. I hadn't slept well back in the muggel world it was hard living on your own. I decided to take a nap on the ride there.

Hermiones pov

The trolly of food came around so I go to wake y/n up. "Y/n" I say "hey, she looks nackerd let her sleep, ill grab her something for when she wakes up" Harry says removing my hand from her. I was surprisingly shocked. Harry cares about all of us but he has been quite loving towards her.

My pov

"Hey wake up we are here" I hear Harry say as he wakes me up. "Oh thanks Harry" I smile, widely. I get my things and head in the entry way of the hogwarts building, With Harry close behind, as well as Hermione and Ron. We go to our house and on the way we see Luna! "Hello Harry, y/n, Ron and Hermione!" She says in her sweetly voice. We then make our way to our common room and drop our stuff at our dorms. "I missed this place" Hermione said "it sure is a home away from home" I say with a smile. We go to the great hall for dinner. "Its the filthy mudblood y/l/n!" Malfoy says with his pathetic squad. "And its the bleached asshole" I say as Harry laughs at what I called draco. "And how do you know what that looks like" he snickers "because I see you everyday" I say with a smile and walk off with Harry and the rest. "I think he may take a fancy to you y/n" Hermione says signaling to Draco. "Are you daft! He insults a whole bunch of people doest mean hes interested in me" I then look over to Harry. He didn't look like he liked the thought. "You ok?" "Yeah just fine..."

"Anyway, he has no reason to" I say "he has plenty" Harry mumbles softly. "What??" "Nothing" he sighs. There was some awkward tension but Hermione quickly changes the subject. "Whos excited for the yule ball?" "Me! its going to be awesome!" I say. "I'm excited but im not" Ron says. "Whys that?" Harry asks confused. "Because I have to wear that ugly outfit mum makes us wear!" "Yikes" I say "yeah tell me about it!" "Who are you 2 gunna ask" Hermione says to the redhead and raven haird boy. "Who says we have to?" "Harry are you crazy! You have to otherwise you will look lonely" Ron states. "Okay, okay"

It was the next day in potions class. I loved making and learning but I dreaded the teacher. Professor Snape. One word evil. Mione and I were working together for this lesson. I started the formular perfectly fine. And out of no where it fizzles. I look around and lock eyes with a smirking Draco. I roll my eyes and grit my teeth. "You little basted" I say just below a whisper. I then look over to a pissed off Harry. My eyes then soften so does his. He looks at snape to make sure he couldn't see. I look at him confused as he fixes me and Hermiones potion. 'Thank you' I mouth. He nods. A couple mins later draco walks behind me. "I see your boyfriend fixed it" "if I did that to your girlfriend then you'd be pissed now wouldnt you!" Hermione had to go to the bathroom. Leaving me there. He then gets close. I roll my eyes at him. "So you and Potter!?" He says "We aren't anything it was just a statement" "right" he then starts to walk away but stops. "Good" he then says. What?... he ummm. "Hey, what was that about?" Hermione says coming back Oh uh nothing" I say.

It was in the afternoon when I had been quiet all day. What did draco mean by 'good' was Hermione right?! I mean she is a very smart witch but surely she can't be right about Malfoy having a liking to me, right? "Y/n, you good? You seem awfully distracted" Harry says. "yeah youve been acting weird ever since.." Hermione then shut up when she realized it must of been Malfoy who had done something. I then look up at her. "what Hermione?" Ron asks. "oh uh no its nothing" after dinner we get into our dorm. "What did he say, y/n?!" Hermione pulls me aside to ask "Well he came over when you left and said 'I see your boyfriend fixed it' and so I retorted back with 'if I did that to your girlfriend then you'd be pissed now wouldnt you!' He then got closer to me and I rolled my eyes at him, because he's a sleazy ass, He says "So you and Potter!?" And I said 'We aren't anything it was just a statement' 'right' he says, and starts to walk away but stops. And speaks 'Good' good?" I repeat myself. "What the hell does that mean?!!" We get into bed as we still talk. "I hope you weren't right mione" I say staring at the ceiling. "But why?" "Because he might like me" I say in disbelief "yeah but do you like him back?" I sit up and look at her. "Draco?! Of course not!" "Oh good, you scared me then" she says looking at me "hes a self centered little prick!" "Thank God you dont like him" "why would you ever think that?!" I wonder "I dont know. But I wouldn't mention what we talked about with the boys" she states. I plop back down "whys that?" "Because Ha-" she then stops. "Huh" I ask turning to face her. "Because it's girl talk and they won't want to hear us talking about boys" "oh yeah of course" I say drifting to sleep...

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Should I do a pt 2?

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[almondmilks-posts]

Corpse- throat pains

Corpse had been streaming in his room for over two hours now. This meant you hadn't seen your boyfriend for over two hours which is terrible for you and to him, he hadn't been blessed with your beautiful face and or company for over two hours and honestly you planned to change that.

You knew corpse liked it when you sat down by his feet doing whatever, he made a joke about you being like a puppy or a cat but you knew he liked it. He told you a few times that it was calming to rest his hand on your head while you coloured or watched a movie or something, he seemed to just enjoy your presence while he was streaming. However if you were gunna do that you usually got in position before he started streaming but right now that's all you wanted to do so you made you and corpse some tea and headed up to his steaming room.

You gently knocked on the black door, hearing no response but hearing corpse giggle you slowly entered the room. His desk faced the door so he knew when you were entering, slowly opening the door not to drop the tea but also not to scare corpse.

Corpse- hold up chat let me go get a drink. *mute*  y/n what you need?

You- great timing I got you some tea bub bub, also I wanna sit in here please??

Corpse- it feels like your telling me rather than asking me.

You- maybe I am

Corpse- fine I'm streaming bub you have to be quite, thanks for the tea tho my throat kinda hurts

You- awe, you been talking to much

You walked over to him at his desk and placed his tea down by him, kissed him on the throat than on the nose than on the forehead. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you kissed over his eye patch. (Ohh I have to wear one now so made 😤😤😠😠 my right eye is being super sensitive to everything for no reason)

Corpse- as much as I love this I need to get back to chat.

You- well I'll be right here bub bub.

You plopped down on your knees by is leg. You had your pens and pencils under his desk incase this would happen again which it most likely won't be the last time you do this, he placed his hand in your head as you began to colour in the book. You had ordered a horror themed colouring book so corpse could place the pictures on the wall on his streaming room and so far he has all of the ones you had completed up. Today was a zombie school girl which made no sense to be sexualising something like that but whatever.

This continued on for about an hour when you got bored of colouring and just wanted some physical contact with your boyfriend. You put the things away and sat up s little to be able to grab onto his leg a tiny bit, he smiled down at you and looked back at the screen. You noticed corpse drinking his tea a lot more frequently and his voice getting a lil rasper. You knew what this meant, you'd been together for long enough to know his throat was hurting from his stomach acid (poor dude, that's why his voice is so deep it's damaging his vocal cords) you tugged on his trouser leg, but he continued to look at the screen and move around the among us map, so you tugged a lil harder which he did notice.

Corpse- ok guys I need to go to the bathroom, I think it's Rae. *Mute* what's up bub you finished colouring?

You- no, well I got bored. You ok your throat is hurting huh?

Corpse- a little the teas gone cold so it's not really doing much.

You- :( how long left of your stream?

Corpse- im not quite sure why?

You- your throat hurts let go cuddle and watch some YouTube there's a new inked video out I think

Corpse- I wish I could baby but we haven't finished the round yet.

You- awweeee you need to take care of yourself, I know things are stressful for you right now bubs and that's when you deteriorate and I can't watch you do that remember last time? That's was really scary

Corpse- awe baby come here. You take care of me bub, I'll finish this round than we can go watch that video of yours huh?

You- yesssss I'll order some food

Corpse- hey y/n?

You- yes corpse?

Corpse- I love you. So much.

You- I know. I guess I love you to Mr big streamer.

Awe man. I am incredibly lonely I want a soft gf mannnnnn this shit sucks bro :((

#corpse x y/n #corpse husband #imagine

[dragqueenpentheus]

You haven't watched every spn episode? That's crazy!

i hope for all my fanfics sake this means you CANNOT tell because my characterization is so on point <3

insane rant below the cut about..... my relationship w media and spn specifically??

but YEah...... i was a huge obsessive fan back in 2011/2012 and gobbled the whole thing up repeatedly over and over. i can not TELL you the number of times i've watched the first five seasons. absolutely unholy. i have a top 28 episode list of my life changers that i will rewatch regularly and did back after i ragequit the series as well because it was crossing over from??? hm. not answering questions for mystery and tension reasons and doin it just for FRUSTRATION and because of the massive number of writers just..... forgetting what the other was doing lol

im truly.....a pretentious bitch with my media........ i love when its been CRAFTED (the terror, les mis). i also adore just feel good idiocy (austenland, mama mia, the proposal). because they hurt me on purpose to say something and make me think OR its just a stupid joyful feel good time!

spn got to and ...... frankly stayed in a space that just. frustrated me and hurt me for.... no gain and no reason.

like...................... janurary of 2012 i made a bet with a friend that if destiel didnt get together by the end of the season they could smack me across the face. i lost and they DIDN'T but. i had totally given up hope and just felt JERKED around. ((also i never got smacked lol))

i had fallen behind and then heard about kevins fate and !! all the pain just added up and up and up and it wasn't worth it anymore, as much as i loved and DEFINED myself by spn i was getting so torn up every week that i just. dropped it.

and smash cut to ten years later when cas confessed and my brainworms awoke from their slumber. i remembered all the LOVE i have for cas and dean and !! its been and AWFUL year and so hard so i let myself slip back in but!!! my RULE for myself is only engage in ways that i know will fulfill me and make me HAPPY. i have no faith the actual text will do that. i have EVERY faith the smart talented marginalized people will present the BEST most creative most evocative version of that narritive

my fic-- if it's set post mid-season eight-- is pretty genuinely fanfic for the reams of meta i read and bits i like and harvest into my own internal narrative of spn.

THAT being said ive rewatched the confession scene TOO many times and did go ahead and watch tombstone and it autoplayed a few episodes after that and this freak named ketch started lying about being his own twin-- which!! hilarious. but not really what i'm after media wise. i also do watch throughs of all my fav minor characters episodes!! so i've done clairenatural but for wayward sisters bc its gunna break my heart bc itll slap so hard. someday i wanna do rowenanatural and garthnatural..... probably also gabriel! but ill likely stay cozy in my first five seasons home for a while lmfao

this is not a statement on my fave shower runners bc i literally dont know them all i swear to you im not a kripke supremacist/purist-- i just already KNOW the ways the early seasons will disappoint me.... im aware inside OUT of how it will break my heart and frustrate me. so ... easy rewatch content

SO ANYWAY here's way too much info about me and also an explanation of why i get nervous around fandom creators i respect-- in my head THEY are the spn writers

#reply #anon #irl #spn #uh.......................... sorry i think i feel chatty today gskbfjbjf

[lilacandladybugs]

“You have to answer to God for all of this crap.”

“Oh sweetie, I know your God. I know him so well. He raised me, demanded my unquestioning devotion to him, told me that my value lay in my obedience, and my future in servitude. He kept me chained in silence, told me to forgive my abusers. He told me that without him, I was worth nothing, and demanded that I trust him even as he ignored my cries for help. He called me his daughter, and then dangled me over the flames of hell. And when he decided not to drop me in he said, “See? It’s because I love you.” So let me be perfectly clear: He has to answer to me first (x).”

Ok, so. I’m gunna talk about my experiences and thoughts with these ideas bc it matters to me a lot and while it’s really well written and clever it just is like such a fundamental misunderstanding of who God is. 

If nothing else i hope i can offer you this: God is so patient, and gentle, and kind, and loving.

He sits with us like someone training dogs to trust people again, not touching us, but sitting in our presence in humility, he is not demanding, his love is an open invitation and that is all. He waits for us. He listens to us. He welcomes us to ask him questions, to test him, he says, “Come, let us reason together.” 

He made everything that is tender and delicate and beautiful for us, he has lived for all eternity in a perfect loving relationship because he is one God in three persons, and he made us because he delights in sharing that love with others.

He leads us by clean pastures and quiet waters. He promises to restore your soul.

He does not want to be represented to us by his power. He comes to us in the whisper. 

That’s the God that I saw at 3 am lying awake staring at the ceiling fan, that’s the God that I met in the road under a streetlight, and that’s the one that I want to tell you about. 

So I will probably write a series of posts about it if I have the energy (we’ll see what happens bc she does an excellent job of distilling a lot of complex ideas and criticisms and feelings in a really short amount of time, and it will take me way longer to explain my perspective on God than it took her) but here are some topics this brings up that I’m planning on talking about:

Who is God exactly, and how can we know him?

How does the Bible view the value of humanity?

What does it mean to be made in the image of God?

Do people have value apart from God?

How do various atheist philosophies view the value of humanity?

Explain the concept of obedience to God

Isn’t that just the same as compliance?

Why is sin bad? What is sin?

How does the Bible talk about abuse?

How do atheist philosophies talk about abuse?

Does God care about abuse victims?

How does the Bible talk about forgiveness? What is forgiveness?

Why should I trust a God who has never protected me? 

There is no good father who would allow abuse to happen to me without rescuing me. 

How then can God call himself a good father?

If God is loving, why would he send people to hell?

What is love?

What is justice?

What is mercy?

im aware this is like a whole book worth of information and if u think I won’t do it hold my beer watch this lol

#abuse tw #christianity tw #christianity #religion #religion tw #i've already thought about this so it might not take too long #but #i dont know if i have all of these essays written #i might #i wrote them for myself in 2017 because i felt exactly like this at the time #and i was like am i real certain that god is who he says he is? #I didn’t want to derail the original post or seem like I’m trying to force my ideas on OP so that's why this is a separate post #i hope you guys dont feel like that either #i just care about yall #and i care about god #i dont want people to misunderstand god and by extension misunderstand me #i have already written some about god so if you're new and interested you can check out my blog @in-the-whisper where i save my posts #about god #yeah idk #here have this #unsolicited advice #for that i am sorry #i promise i am not pretentious and only excited #and a little sad that anyone would get treated badly enough to think this #yeah #<3 #thats all

[adhdvane]

Talking about GW/U&F Under the Cut because it’s gunna be a long ramble

S here’s my rankings (I want to save these and post them in this entry for myself, I want to better keep track of how much I do so I can keep a log of how much stupid effort I end up putting into this godda.mn event each time to see how my progress goes) Individual:

i’m like both proud and dead (ignore dark team, this was fire favored but final rally zeus is light, so kill him with dark team). i could solo nm 100 just fine, like much better than pervious events, including the last wind gw in June 2020 (which does tell me hey, you’ve improved a lot on your fire team in the past year), it’s just soloing nm 100 took like ~10 minutes and required me paying attention. by day 3 burn out was real (despite there being no 24 hours interlude this year because of server issues delaying prelims, lol let me tell you when i went to check the prelims on my break to find out oops sorry we’re delaying prelims a day bc ppl had issues last night when we started at 3 am your time, rip). nm 95, you see, that i could make a full auto team for and just summon the devil and skill cast a couple of the skills click attack and then full auto, and ignore the game for like 4 to 4:40 minutes. so while i did do some nm 100 runs, i mostly defaulted to nm 95 (on another note i could 1 turn nm 90 with my break/od team bandit tycoon/5* tien/summer bea/5* zeta and so during prelims and round 1 that felt really good). on the one hand it hurts that i ignore my main fire set ups for favor a full auto team (rb/sieg/heles/izmir) but like how else do i survive doing that many godda.mn raids without total burn out (and i mean the only difference is playing relic buster instead of lumberjack so no using my prized ullikummi and swapping tien out for heles bc tien is less full auto friendly bc you don’t want her buff skill activating before her damage. also i mean it was nice to let heles get exp so i got her to lv 100 during the event bc i’d leveled her to 95 prior. she has some good damage nukes, and her additional atk/def down stackable meant coverage when sieg or izmir’s didn’t land properly). besides i still got to use my main fire set up and ullikummi when i did the nm 100 runs (look i love my fire ullikummi + lumberjack i will never shut up about how good it is and how happy i was i went through with it originally for a harp memeing only to discover WOW ITS JUST REALLY GOOD FOR MAINHAND PERIOD EVEN WITHOUT HARP MEMEING GRID). sure running nm 95 was. technically not optimal in terms of time/meat/tokens/honors but it was fckin optimal for my SANITY.

crew (day 4 at top - day 1 at bottom):

first of all slkdfsjk can’t believe i actually stayed above top 30,000. WOW THAT IS DEFINITELY A FIRST. third slkdjgsldf 3 of 4 won, one day i’ll get 4 of 4. tbh surprised i managed to win the last one (THE ONE AT THE TOP) (i was... i was raiding from 3 pm - 4:40 am it was bad... i wanted to hit the 400mil individual mark for the reward bc i was close and like it would suck if i was only a little bit away)... it did feel good to actually win some though, i haven’t had victories in a while because despite the fact every gw i was definitely getting more honors than i had the previous one it was getting harder to solo shit when i’m against crews with multiple ppl participating. (HELL LAST GW, THE WATER BOSSES, WAS THE FIRST TIME I ACTUALLY MANAGED TO GET BACK INTO FCKING MAKING THE SOLO C TIER AFTER SEVERAL GW WHERE IT DIDN’T HAPPEN BECAUSE THERE WAS A BIG LEAP IN HOW MANY HONORS THAT 36,000 CREW HAD AT THE BOTTOM. also like lol at work so i can’t really start doing prelims until i get home bc i decided i wanted sleep in the morning)

other:

:) oh boy a single sunlightstone shard that’s going to sit there forever and never do anything bc how the fck am i ever going to do this 10 times. draw box fcking 50 is what i’m on. it takes 10k to empty. i would need 8k more tokens. i would get 100 tokens per extra zeus run.... im not doing 80 more zeus runs... i’ll .... just have to hit “toke draw 100 times” 21 times to use the rest of the tokens which is annoying. i guess. AND NOW WE COME TO THE REASON WHY I PUT SO MUCH GODDAMN EFFORT INTO THIS GW. gbf is a bastard man that wants me to 5* the rest of the eternals (5 of them) before i can transcend shisu to 140 ( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` ) i hate it. so in order to get enough rev weapons to work on my next 5* i needed to 36 box for fif (i have 1 fully uncapped copy of her rev from when i was initially going to have to recruit her normally but then seeds of redemption happened in 2020 and i got her free + 50 five-star fragments, since i already had a fully uncapped copy i thought fine she’ll go next bc less weapons needed and also i have one of every other element 5* so i wanted to do her or song either way. plus maybe if i can 5* her i can actually go do that gilbert quest lol). i WOULD HAVE LOVED TO BOXED NW QUARTZ. I WOULD HAVE LOVED TO HAVE BOXED NW QUARTZ AFTER I 36 BOXED HER. BUT I KNEW IF I DID THAT, I WAS PROBABLY GOING TO INEVITABLE HIT BOX 46 BC OF THE RATE I WAS GOING AND IT WOULD FORCE ME BACK TO REV STAFFS AND I’D END UP WITH EXTRA COPIES WHEN I COULD HAVE BEEN STARTING THE NEXT SET I NEED. so instead of boxing the quartz i wanted after i switch to harps and IT sUCK. also depending on if i get the harp draw from the 2000 token i have left... i might continue zeus farm until i get it bc then at least i’ll have an even uncap on my harps (4 fully uncapped, bc i actually had a 1* harp in stash already.... bc those were FROM RANDOM DROPS I’D GOTTEN FROM GW IN THE PAST)

uhg anyways... this was like one of the first times in like a very long time that i didn’t fully burn out by day 3/4. i pushed through to the end like a godda.mn maniac. even in my early days i often just went lol im done on day 4... last gw i thought i was insane bc i got like ~158mil total honors (and EARTH IS LIKE ARGUABLY MY LEAST DEVELOPED). and this time i got over 400mil :) next one is going to be hell because my wind has be improved to 100% double tia crit and i have a my developed full auto team. oh fcking boy. 

#sammy liveblogs about granblue #sammy no #dumb text post #sammy be quiet #stuff i logged for my own record but also i just need to info dump this off my chest somewhere uhg

[tac-confessions]

K lemme clear some stuff up since some of you cant read, and yes im gunna be aggressive as hell in this because none of you listen

First few things, i am not suicidal, i did not say i was going to off myself, i do not know who that anon was but because of everyone saying that anon was me, that anon is not getting the help they deserve from you people so maybe instead of looking for another petty reason to justify your actions against me, think for a second how ignorant your actions are to someone who is legitimately struggling with life right now. How do you think that anon feels? To have posted that as an attempt to seek help or something or to vent, and then see everyone going “omg vlixxie did this to guilt trip deku!!1!” Yeah, please use your brains thank you

To clarify, what i said was that i have struggled with suicidal thoughts and tendancies in the past, im getting help and im getting better, but i still struggle with heavy depression, i did not intend for this to be a guit trip, i realized how aggressive i was towards deku and i attempted to explain why i got so angry at them, receiving vivid violence threats like that really can trigger memories of when i was struggling with life, it can trigger a lot of dissociation and anger and hard shit to deal with, please do not take my words out of context if your going to go off on me for that, no one likes a hypocrite

K second thing, can you FUCK OFF with the ableist autism comments what the actual fuck is wrong with you anons. Seriously? You think people are defending me because im uwu autistic cant do shit? Yeah i have autism, yeah its a disorder thats hard af to deal with, but you know what? I fucking deal with it because life doesnt go soft on you because yoy have more trouble navigating it. I know how to control myself, i know how to form words, i can function as a human being and implying that i cant and that thats the only reason people are defending me is sickening and dehumanizing. Stop minimalizing me and the autistic community as a fucking whole just because you want reasons for me to be at fault

Next point, the slurs, oh the slurs, deku used the R slur against me. Deku did not know i was autistic, i did not ever expect them to have known that as i didnt tell them so i’d appreciate it if you dropped that whole “how could deku know!!” Im not mad because deku used a specific slur against autistic people against me. Im mad because deku used a slur as an insult. As i have been informed, deku also has some kind of disorder, but thats none of my business so i wont ask. The point is, deku has a disorder so in technicality he is likely eligable to reclaim the R slur. The issue with how deku used the slur was they used it as an insult, thats not how reclaiming works, reclaiming a slur is a process used by the minority to slowly take the edge away, to take away its power, so it cant be used against them anymore. When you “reclaim” a slur by using it as an insult, your giving it more power, your using it to descriminate, your doing literally the oposite of reclaiming. So dont come at me with the “deku can use the slur” because while thats true, using a slur to belittle or insult someone takes away any rights you might have and makes you just as discriminatory as anyone else using a slur as an insult

My triggers, so as i gave mentioned in this and as i have mentioned in notes and past posts, violence indicators and threats in general are pretty triggering for me, i dont know why ya’ll started saying “how could deku know??” Because i never said i expected them to know, newsflash, i really dont. Im not open about most of my triggers because most are centered around trauma or are embarrassing to talk about, ya’ll think i wanna be out here talking about how i used to wanna off myself? Ya’ll think im enjoying that? Nah not one bit i’d rather shut my damn mouth on that but it’d just give you people yet another reason to come at me so here we are. Deku did not know those two things would especially set me off, but the fact of the matter is that deku used a slur against me, and deku threatened me. Wether those two things are triggers for me or not they’re disgusting behavior and sick. The reason i brought up the triggers was like i said earlier, to try and explain why i got so aggressive at deku in addition to the original nature of the threats and insults

I legitimately dont know what “evidence” ya’ll have against me but your claiming you got screenshots of me doing/saying something that apparently warrants you to attack me, before ya’ll start sending those screens out like u claim your gunna do, maybe you should dm me and ask for my side, instead of furthering the one sided nature of this shitshow. I do have beef with endo rn, i have had beef with endo for a while now, but i kept it all in private, i didnt say anyting, i vented to my friends a few times because it was stressful as fuck and it was eating me up inside, i gave them screenshots when they asked but i literally never took this public. So before you try to attack me for “publicly” shaming endo, maybe consider that you are literally the people who made this a public affair and literally publicly shamed *me* for nothing

You had no reason to make this public, you had no reason to attack me, you’re grasping at straws trying to find a way to justify your actions, your trying to use me as a scape goat to take the blame off you, but you know what? I own up to my actions, i apologize when necessary, i genuinely want to better myself when i fuck up. And i dont use my mental health or my disorders as a sheild, i explain them when it’s necessary to the situation so dont twist that against me because it’ll only make you more of an asshole

Finally, people arent defending me because i have autism, people arent defending me because im “helpless” people are not defending me because i cant control myself or for any reason your describing, people are defending me because someone blatantly publicly threatened me with no basis and continued to harrass me and bully me into submission. To keep saying people are defending me because i have autism is not only offensive to me as a person with autism, its offensive to the whole ass community, we can take care of ourselves, just because we’re different doesnt mean you can pick our strengths and weaknesses apart and force an identity upon us

So before you make another post trying to further pin everything on me and make more shitty comments against me to justify yourself, consider that maybe you actually fucked up

And for the record, you keep saying i fucked up and im deflecting and i got called out, no one has told me how i fucked up, no one has told me why i apparently deserve this, so how the fuck do you expect me to apologize for actions i did that you wont tell me about. I cant apologize for things i didnt know offended or hurt you, not unless you downright tell me that it hurt you, im not a mind reader, and publicly shaming me isnt going to change that

Thank you.

#TW #submission #suicide ment #trauma ment

[vicky-shitposts]

reflections

19th Feb 2021,

last night was crazy. me and zoe finally made up, and when i was telling her about my giant pyramid project in minecraft, she said she's going to move into it with me - girl really likes to keep me on my toes. she also wore a beanie and a flannel and the gay inside me exploded. had to remind myself that i am, in fact, not in love with her. finally got around to watching Name Of The Doctor too, but it was really hard to see it through my crying; totally worth it, and seeing Walter Simeon hold the Doctor's face uh, did something for me. Phoebe was also kind enough to check out all of Inner Mechanism for me and was a total darling about the whole thing. they also "green lit" the project for me, so now it's all systems go to add the final perfecting touches. first proper teaser went on my instagram: "this is my sacrifice, this is my exile". might do the second one later today, "watch this space..."

sipping coffee, painting my nails black and watching interviews. about two hours ago i was lost in tiktok, just scrolling mindlessly with not a single hope or care in the world. it was really nice and felt like a trance. a year ago today, the world was normal and calm and i was in wales. i went to see my best friend at the time, as well as her girlfriend, but the entire fiasco turned into a shambles; in short, i just felt like i wasn't wanted there after completely running myself down and investing my own time and money to get there. i stopped speaking to her a few weeks after as a result, but she came back out of nowhere last month and messaged me for some reason. i haven't got to the bottom of why or what happened, part of me is too scared to hear the truth. i haven't spoken to her in a while. i have an unread message from her, so i think i should drop a line and say "a year ago today i was with you, you were with your ex and the world was stable".

finally read some more of my fucking book at last!! did so while listening to Who Am I? - Pale Waves yet again. enjoyed it a lot more this time around. was speaking to Lyndon a few days back, saying how i often get bored with new albums around halfway through; Who Am I? is only 33 minutes long mind you, which doesn't constitute an album runtime in my "professional" opinion - i've made some money from my music which constitutes me as professional, right?? back to my point at hand. it flowed a lot better this time and it didn't leave me feeling bored by the second half. it flew by and again was a perfect reading soundtrack, thought i did prefer it the last time when it was executed within a moving vehicle. a friend of mine called James also checked out my Underworld single yesterday, said he really liked it and loved the beat, which really meant a lot.

lego set arrived and oh god, is it beautiful. it's so big!! and it comes with a couple other things beside the main rocket itself; it's so cute, so cool and so worth the money!! Iron Lady also came today, so once the night crawls in i'll be sitting down to watch it. who's gunna take bets on if im gunna cry or not?? but lyndon did say if i cry over a Margaret Thatcher film, it makes me a tory - rahhhh that's actually so peak fam :///

i can see why Meryl Streep was highly regarded in The Iron Lady. but while she does play the part extremely well, i couldn't help but feel so upset and distressed by the film. i'm a history student and hear about things in passing, like the cold war and the falklands war; none of which have never been taught to me at school, and therefore i have no clue of any detail concerning them. after seeing this film, i can only assume that thatcher had a huge role to play in the falklands war. to see so much terror, death and bloodshed under the reign of one woman?? this is the past history of the place that i was born and live in, and it disgraces me. this was supposed to be about the life of a woman but with so many explosions, acts of terror, stock footage of people fighting police officers, buildings on fire and people bleeding on the street... what have i come from?? this woman served under the same party as we have here and now, and it made me start to think. what if people retaliated against boris johnson in the same way?? what if his second in command was blown up, or a hotel he stayed at was bombed?? it's scary to think the power that people have, and when they upset the public, how hard they fight back. and if thatcher was the reason for all of those explosions and deaths, then i feel ashamed. i can understand why people despise her and her party. were discussing the idea of "what is history?" in one of our first history lessons last year, and we concluded that it is to record the errors of the past to ensure that we don't make the same mistakes in the present or the future. to learn from our past for a better future. i hope that above all, we have learnt from our past and never experience anything similar. i couldn't handle it in the film, so god only knows how i would take the real thing. but i can tell you here and now - hope is the only thing keeping me going.

i want to conclude today with some quotes that i have recently discovered and fell in love with: "the name you choose is like a promise" - Doctor Who; "i love being called a bastard. it somehow implies that the most heinous thing i have done is exist" - Lord Byron.

#reflection #mirror #photography #black and white #duality #diary #diary entry #sad #lonely #down #aesthetic #selfie

[foxcub02]

The New Avengers: Broken World Part 1

Prologue:

"Ever since the snap, Even though we saved everyone, the world feels more broken than ever." A moment of silence dawned them, making them feel isolated more then they have ever felt.

"Well how do you oppose we fix that Sam? Unfortunately before we can start getting any lives back on track something else happens." The Tension starts to rise, Bucky feels himself becoming agitated by the conversation.

Sam starts becoming agitated back "That's not the point Bucky, I'm saying that them events still linger, everything that happened... won't leave us." his tone drops however, having memories of what happened back in Wakanda before it faded to black.

"And you think that doesn't affect me too?"

"Bucky, that's not what I'm saying, everybody around is is struggling, people that have been gone for 5 years, returning with no recollection of what happened until they see that others have grown older or have passed, not being able to grow old with the people they love while others are still causing chaos that we need to fix to keep everything at balance, the world is split into two Bucky."

"Well we don't know what's going to happen at this point, Tony, Nat and Steve are dead, We don't know where Banner is, Scott is off probably getting some orange slices and The rest of us are off the grid, even Parker had his identity called out as well as being made out to be a menace so he will be keeping low for a long while" He looked at Sam once more before sighing "We only have each other right now, we just got to work with it, you got that Captain?"

Sam looks at the shield before looking back at Bucky "There's no other choice, I'm stuck with you by coincidence, not by choice." Bucky chuckles and they start looking over New York.

"We're its only two Avengers right now buddy, we gotta' try our best, you understand?"

"Copy that cap' " he looks at Sam "Just don't show off too much, you need to save some ladies for me" He looks away and smirks.

Sam laughs and starts to walk to the other end of the rooftop "Don't change Bucky, I don't know what I'd do without the less boring side of you" He laughs once more before activating his wings, jumping off the roof and elevates back up to show himself once more.

Bucky laughs back "Oh so that's gunna' be huh? Diss me and fly away!"

"I'll see ya around Buck, my sister will kill me if I'm late to dinner again!" He charges up before shooting off but just about hears Bucky one last time.

"Tell Sarah I said Hi!" Bucky shouts before walking away, to see what the world has in store for him.

Chapter 1: The Strange ways.

*When you have been alone for as long as you have, losing everyone close to you, you start to really think, is this what you deserve? is this what I get for trusting Hydra? trusting Ultron and destroying my home and injuring others...I mean we had the Sokovia Accords put in to place for a reason, mine and the other Avengers' actions, maybe I'm meant to be alone and that the universe doesn't trust me with anyone, it's like I'm cursed which is quite ironic for being a witch* 

Wanda snaps out of her trance and stares over the vast lake within the meadows that she is now hiding within after the Hex incident then memories flash of angry civilians, staring her down because of what she made them do.

*Maybe I keep doing these things because...that's what I'm here for, i should just embrace and cause chaos*

Her mind goes blank for a moment trying to convince herself not to go down that path. *You have already done that Wanda...no one needs to go through that again*

She heads back inside and sits next to the fire, listening to the birds chirping outside and trying to take her mind of everything...it was hard to do though,

*I swear I heard them, there's no way that it wasn't them...Billy...Tommy*

 she starts tearing up, her whole body tenses up and before she could scream she remembered what happened last time, although maybe she could get away with it now, she's alone, within the meadows, she could make a new Hex and get her family back...but will it be the same. she knows that if she was to make the hex here then she will be even lonelier, trapped with people she knows doesn't exist and with no other people to talk to, no friends, nothing but make believe in her fantasy. she needs them back. physically. there must be a way, the idea is shattering her heart more and more.

*I heard them, they exist.. I didn't think other realities were possible. But maybe that's how I can be happy again. I can get my Vision back and my kids.*

She wields the Darkhold and flicks through every page until she found the spell that can help her manipulate realities to get her family back, however she was not aware that someone was keeping a close eye on her. He knows what she wants and what she will do to achieve that. but can he fight against the power of that book?

“Strange? are you really going to be keeping an eye on her forever or are we finally going to go to that new restaurant,“ The Sanctum echoes through its halls. it had never been so quiet, after Thanos lost, the world went to try and recover everything they had lost, spend time with missing family and friends.

“Unfortunately Wong I have business here, you can head off though I know you have been begging to try their food for a while now“ Not taking his eyes of Wanda, Strange makes sure that the world remains in balance, but she...she can use her power to bend space time at will. A power like that can, just be as much of a threat as Thanos. “I need to make sure she is stable Wong, i seen what she can do, made an entire town a reality TV show and even recreate people within that reality. including a fake Infinity Stone“.

Wong stares at him in utter confusion. “Whelp more buffet or me I guess, I’ll see you around Strange.” he bows and leaves.

*I already have to fix one incident with reality, unfortunately Pietro is far gone from West View and to fast for me to keep up with him, unless...*

Chapter 2: Avengers...Assemble?

*I don't understand, from what my memory informs me, we failed, the stone was...ripped from me, my body...felt cold, everything went to black, the last thing i remember was Wanda's tears, but im back, the world seems normal so..did we win?*

When Vision was lost, Thanos gained the final stone, the Mind stone, implanted in Vision to combat Ultron as well as importing J.A.R.V.I.S, making him a physical form, once Tony's A.I assistant; now a powerful being that is proud to call himself as an Avenger.

*Where is Tony*

during the events of Thanos, he never seen Stark anywhere, he remembered laying low with Wanda, protecting her at all costs.

*I can't seem to contact him, and i can't go back to Wanda until i have all the answers, i hope she'll understand*

The only thing Vision could do was to go and find another Avenger, he had no way to contact them anymore, it was like they were erased.

S.W.O.R.D must've erased all contacts to the avengers to cover up that they were rebuilding him, he must know what happened, post Thanos.

"Contact Mr Stark"

...

"Contact Bruce Banner"

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"Contact...anyone?...please"

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"Damn it, im just going to have to scour the globe, Hopefully i can find someone to give me answers"

*The one person he was hoping to find would be Banner, the one that helped Tony put me together, if someone knows where Mr Stark would be, it would be Banner*

To Be continued...

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Now You See Me: part 33 (2783 words) - are you still taking your meds?

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You’re a content creator that is wanting to change up your brand a little bit.

Yoongi is a faceless musician. Well, he’s two people at once. He’s Agust D online and while performing, but he’s Min Yoongi in real life.

Who will he be to you?

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PART 32 // PART 33 // PART 34

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Ha ha ha ha ha ... multiple things:

- im sorry for this crap. after everything in my life, this chapter just couldn’t be done the way I wanted it to turn out. i wrote and rewrote so much that I just can’t anymore. I hope it at least helps with the development of the story.

- the next couple of chapters take place kinda throughout this part. you’ll get it if you don’t already.

- i didn’t pass my exam so school is all wonky now

- ANYWAYS — IM BACK, BETCHES

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Your parents knew you were coming to town, well your mother did anyways. You had planned on telling the father figure that you sometimes called dad that you were planning on spending an unknown amount of time at home, but you just could not find the right words. He had told you that he had better not get a call to bail you out of anything, so you just assumed that included your mental health.

Therefore, you didn’t call him; you called your mom.

You weren’t expecting her to be waiting for you at the bus station, but there she was, an extra coffee in hand. She knew that you needed it. You instantly went to her, wrapped your arms around her waist in a tight embrace.

Around you, there were couples kissing, people simply tripping over their own luggage, and children laughing. Although this atmosphere seemed promising, you were not excited for seeing your dad’s disappointed face once again. No matter what you seemed to do, it wasn’t enough for him. There was always something about you that he wished he could have changed. You dreaded the moment that you were going to tell him all about your job and Yoongi in detail.

“Are you sure you’re okay, Bub?” Your mom asked, pulling back from the hug and placing the coffee in your hand.

Nodding your head once, you were sure that you both knew that it wasn’t true. You had to deal with the criticism your whole life, but getting it from people who didn’t even know who you were took a toll on you.

“And you’re still taking your meds?”

“Yes, Mom, I’m still taking my meds…” You groaned because you wished you didn’t have to. You went on a little stint where you refused to take them but that was a disaster, so it was a collective decision to get back on them. You visited your therapist weekly, even to this day, and it helped. But there were just some things that he did not understand. He was the one, however, that suggested that you tried to fix the root of your problems —your relationship with your family and more specifically your dad.

“Let’s go home, okay? He might not show it, but your dad is happy that you’re coming home. The neighbours have also been suspicious about our situation, and you know your father, he can’t lie. So naturally, the whole few miles around us know about our familial situation.”

“He basically told me that he didn’t want to see me until I changed my life. I haven’t exactly done that.” You sighed and looked at your scuffed shoes. You weren’t going to change yourself for anyone, but it definitely hurt to not have your dad as your biggest fan.

So basically when you walked into your house, you were not surprised that he did not talk to your nor make eye contact with you. He barely even acknowledged our existence. There was no reason for you to stick around him, so you simply made your way to your bedroom. It had already been a long day, and you wanted to sleep.

Your room was exactly as you had left it, so you simply dropped your suitcase at the door and flung yourself onto the bed. Grabbing out your phone, you saw the missed call from Yoongi and messages from all your friends, but the only person you responded to was Tae, telling him that you made it home fine.

Only a few seconds after you pressed send, Tae was calling you. The call lasted a long time, mostly you ranting to him about the fact that your dad didn’t even acknowledge your existence, but it was fine. You were fine.

Tae had to leave because Hana was over and they had paused the movie to talk to you, so you let them go.

Briefly, before you fell asleep, you wondered whether or not you should have called Yoongi.

***

The morning after your return, you awoke to the birds outside and your horse looking at you through your window. You had always been lucky enough to have a bedroom overlooking the stables. You hadn’t seen him in a while, and you were excited to get out there later and take care of him like you used to.

Quickly, you put on some clothes and raced outside. Who needed breakfast?

On your way out through the kitchen door, you ran into your mom and dad.

“What are you planning?” Your mom asked, giving you a cup of coffee. You looked over towards your dad, and all he did was read his newspaper, glasses on the end of his nose, sipping his orange juice.

“I’m gonna go riding,” you revealed, putting on your boots that you dragged down from your closet. They were dusty but oh well.

“Gimme a minute to get my boots, and I’ll come out with you,” she suggested, putting her mug in the sink and walking to the hallway closet to grab her boots. You loved riding by yourself, but you were here to make amends with your parents, so riding with your mom needed to happen. Riding was so cathartic. It was bound to be a great day.

Getting your horse ready was such a calming experience for you. On the back of your brain, you realized that you wanted Yoongi to see this part of yourself. It was a thought that quickly came and left, but it stuck with you for a bit.

Your mom must have noticed your expression because when she was brushing Tae’s horse, she asked, “What’s on your mind?”

You bit your lip when you looked into her eyes. “I was thinking about a boy.”

“Ooooo...the boy you told us about?” The horse was temporarily forgotten.

A small smile grew on your face as you thought of him. “Yoongi.”

“Well what about him?”

“He’s such a city boy, but I can’t help but want to show him this side of me. I’m not even sure he really knows about this part of me, and I just want him to come home and see this. I want him to know the person that I am when I’m not doing my job and in the spotlight,” you said, strapping the saddle down. Your horse was getting excited.

You mom answered after she mounted Tae’s horse. “He seems to make you happy.”

Leading the horses out, you couldn’t help but smile wider. “He makes me smile and makes me want to love.”

“You love him.” Not a truer statement had been spoken by your mom before.

“I think so,” you admitted, giving your horse a nice pat. He was doing so well even after not riding with you for so long. Deciding that you needed to up the pace, you brought him to a gallop and sailed forward, urging your mom to follow suit.

The land was beautiful and smelled like grass and flowers. The sun was starting to beat down, so you slowed your pace. Once you made it to a learning between trees, you shrugged off your sweater and tied it around your waist, so you wouldn’t lose it.

“Mom, can I ask you something?”

Your mom’s eyes were closed as she smelled the air and soaked up the sun, but she still hummed in response.

“How do you know when something is worth it?”

“Be more specific, baby,” she probed, opening her eyes to look at you. You saw so much of yourself in your mom. Honestly, you were glad that you weren’t too much like your dad.

“I’m worried that I’m making the wrong decisions. I’m not sure if Yoongi is the right fit or if my job is worth all that’s going on.”

“I think your heart has to tell you. I don’t want you living your life based on what your father wants, if that’s what you’re worried about…”

“But I just want to have a good relationship with him,” you admitted with a sigh.

“He’ll come around. And if you want my advice, I’ll tell you. Although your job probably won’t be forever, I think there are a lot of doors that it opens up for you, and if you love creating, don’t let the fear of failure or the fear of your father’s acceptance keep you from your happiness. As for the boy…I know I’ve never met Yoongi before, but he seems to make you happy, and I don’t believe you’d ever date someone that Tae didn’t approve of.”

“Actually, Tae encouraged us to date. Yoongi makes music online and produces, and honestly he’s amazing. He’s been Tae’s favourite artist for years; whereas, I only met him a few months ago.”

“He also has an online presence?”

“Yeah, but it’s more complicated. So Yoongi does music under his alias Agust D and covers his face so no one recognizes him. But the morning that I told you and Dad about him and my job, we had decided that we wanted to start dating. And now I’m getting a tonne of hate from people because they think I’m stringing along two people and sometimes more because of all the guy friends that I have, when in reality, it’s just Yoongi. I haven’t spoken to him in a couple weeks.”

“Oh, y/n, you can’t let what other people say about you affect your decisions. If you want to date the boy just date him.”

“But mom! I don’t want him to have to choose between his career as Agust D and me. He really likes his privacy and being alone, and I don’t want him to have to give that up for me. Especially because I’m not special enough for him to change his whole life.”

Your mom slapped your shoulder after your remark about yourself. “You are so special, and don’t let anyone ever tell you different.”

“And then there’s the fact that his ex-girlfriend still hangs out with him and is trying to be my friend. She’s actually very nice, and I think we’re going to be friends.”

“What do you mean that he still hangs it with her?” You knew that your mom was trying to pry some more, and you would indulge her. This was the time for that.

“I am under the impression that she still likes him but from what I’ve heard, he didn’t ever really like her too much. I don’t know, really, and I don’t really care to find out more. Everyone tells me that he likes me, but she’s just so pretty and perfect and nice and kind. Maybe she’ll rub off on me…”

“Well, she sounds like a lovely person, but the heart wants what the heart wants, kiddo. Now I need to head back because your dad needs my help today. I just wanted to talk to you some this morning.”

***

A week had gone by, and your dad was finally talking to you again. Gradually, he had been looking at you and acknowledging your existence, but this morning, he had actually wished you a good morning and asked how your sleep had been.

It really surprised you. It seemed like ages since you last heard his voice. Hell, the last time that you had properly spoken was a yelling match. Your conversation was strained, but your mom must have told him about your chats and what was really bugging you, so there was a silver lining.

Within that week, you’d also been getting a lot of reading and writing done. You hadn’t told anyone besides Jade that you’d been writing, and she was the most supportive person. She wanted to be a journalist, so it was basically fate that the two of you became friends. It was destined to happen. The book that you started was a story somewhat based on you and Yoongi —something you hadn’t realized until just that morning.

You weren’t talking to anyone else, because you didn’t want to be a bother, and you needed a break from your old life. Jade was still a relatively new addition, and a female, so you just knew that she was going to understand and be of help whenever you needed.

Your mom liked you join you outside whenever she found the chance, and today, she brought out some lemonade and sandwiches for you to have for lunch. “Mom,” you asked with half a sandwich still stuffed in your mouth. Chewing a little and swallowing some, you continued, “Do you think it’s unhealthy that I can’t stop thinking about the one person that I’m trying to avoid? Even with everything going on with dad and my job and school... I still can’t keep my mind off Yoongi and how he’s doing or what he wants.”

After taking a small sip from her glass, your mom sighed and closed her eyes. Her hand found yours when she replied, “I think what you’re experiencing is completely normal. I never told anyone this before, but my parents didn’t approve of your dad. They thought he could never love and they hated the fact that he was a farmer. I went through a similar thing that you are going through now…only we didn’t have the internet.”

Later on, you were sitting outside in the sun, reading, when Yoongi’s daily phone call should have came in. It had gotten harder and harder to decline the calls, and you were sure that you were going to give in, but it did not ring.

You waited for a few more minutes, distracted from your book, but your phone stayed silent. You briefly wondered if something had happened to him. Maybe you had jinxed it from the talk with your mom.

***

It’s now been a month away from social media and your normal life, and you were missing everyone. Yoongi hadn’t called you since that day. You just wanted to see Tae again. That morning, as you were brushing your horse, getting him ready for your daily ride, you spotted your father at the barn door.

He cocked his head, motioning for you to follow him, so that’s exactly what you did. The two of you walked around the yard together in silence for a while, until he finally spoke, “Are you doing this just to spite me?”

“Doing what?” You were watching the sun come over the hills in the distance, waiting for its warmth.

“Your job, school, and the boy…” He answered, taking his hat off and pushing his hair back before putting his hat back on.

“Oh, those things…I want you to know that I am not doing anything to make you purposefully mad. I just want to figure out my life without following anyone else’s orders.”

You were surprised that he was staying so calm. Heck, you were surprised that you were staying so calm. Neither of you were generally known for your calm demeanour, after all. “I just want what’s best for you, y/n. I want you to know that. I’ve been thinking for a long time, and your mother talked to me…we want to see the grandkids, and I do want you to be happy, so I am willing to let you figure it out. I will try to respect your decisions. As long as you talk to us more often and let us know what’s going on in your life, then I’m letting you go.”

“I’ll tell you things, I promise.” The sentence was loaded with worry, and it was awkward between the two of you. Neither of knew what to do about how well you were getting along.

“So tell me about this boy, then,” he probed. You wondered what exactly he was trying to get you to reveal, but you decided to tell hime everything.

You told him that you were sure that you were in love with him. You told him about his subtle, caring nature. You told him about his job. You told him about Tae’s liking him. You told him about Agust D.

When the conversation was over with, you felt a sort of weight lifted off your shoulder. There was no hug or affection shared between you and your dad, but there was a small smile. You would take what you could get.

In fact, you were feeling so much better, that you decided to go inside and film a video.

However, although you’d made peace with your dad, you still needed to figure out how to not let all the hate and negativity that comes from being present online affect your life.

You were going home, sooner rather than later.

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