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katastrophic-n3vulaa · 9 months
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a little excerpt from a new daredevil and avengers fic im writing.
premise: matt did die at midland circle, but he learnt many things from stick, and he can be the devil in more than name, so he refused to fall.
The world is on fire.
All his nerves are firing, the cuts on his body like flows of molten rock, the raw skin over his torso is covered in flaking patches of blood, the microscopic particles in the air running like sandpaper over his open skin, the vibrations of a train more than twenty blocks away arching through his bones, the lines of still-warm blood that flow down his body feels like someone carving a white-hot knife through him even though blood isn’t even close to that temperature-
Footsteps sound on steel sixteen blocks away. He flinches, burying his head deeper into his shoulders, but he can still hear all of it- 
The minivan with AC/DC blaring through the speakers and the shouts and yells of the eleven people drunk and dancing thirty-seven blocks away, the cars on the streets, the screech of breaks failing as one car slams into a corner shop’s glass window, taking a drunk couple with them into death,
a man with a broken rib and a woman with a dislocated shoulder screaming and yelling at each other in Romanian, as a little girl two rooms over holds her baby brother in his crib crying, three pairs of people having sex, the dying heartbeat of an old woman sitting on the side of the road, staring up at the stars,
the gunfight at the docks, two kids screaming for someone to save their father as an alcoholic mother smashes a bottle into his exposed back, a teen sitting on top of a ten-storey building zipping up a bag and stepping off the ledge-
A child in the corner of a room, gagged and long since out of tears shivering violently as their blood pressure drops to lethal levels, a sister curling around the dying body of her older brother held by her mother and father as their son dies of something that could’ve been treated had they been anywhere else,
the screams of children, teens, adults and elders alike, the laughs of thirteen different people- some hysterical, some cruel, one joyful- and the thousands of different heartbeats he hears-
He can hear the gravel under his feet, the scrape of his bare feet across it, the bones in his body moving, joints rotating as his ligaments move in an instinctual way to walk, his muscles contracting and expanding, his blood rushing around his body, the blood still running on the outside of his body over skin, his heartbeat, the grinding of his teeth and his eyes blinking but he can’t see and he hasn’t been able to since he was nine-
He shudders as the scent of rotting and decaying bodies rush over him, joining the smell of salt, wind, pollen, dead fish, sulphur, motor oil, sweat, sex, alcohol, skin, nylon, plastic, burning rubber, metal, leather, cologne, perfume, tears, bricks and more and more and more and more-
But he hears familiar humming from a familiar place as he clenches his eyes shut to stop the dust and sound and light from touching them, and he stumbles from an alley as the talking of four people becomes crystal clear, he can hear the mechanical whirring from a man’s chest,
the high-pitched endless squeal of hearing-aids from another, the trained quiet from a woman, and the heavy thundering heartbeat from a man who’s muscles twitch then move as the man steps towards him, and he can hear the man’s lungs contract and air start moving as the man’s vocal folds move and the man starts yelling, “sir!” and he flinches, burying his head further into his shoulders and limping on forward to that familiar place.
bc i haven't slept, for anyone who actually reads all the way down here, you get a present called the google doc link where i put my chapters. all it's got is some of chapter 1 at the moment
Also, the 'him' refers to matt, because he quite literally just revived himself and escaped after a year of semi-torture, and he doesn't remember his name yet.
the man refers to steve (captain america) most of the time
also i know the formatting is shit, but ao3 has more space so hopefully it dont look as shit on there
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kotlcpuppetshow · 1 year
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'But I ain't done a fucking thing to you
So, God forbid I'm seen just as an average human being
I mean, imagine if antagonists lacked any evil scheme
I'm the gap between a tragedy and comedy
Don't come at me
I'm the main character, and you have to like me'
This is the last chorus in The Main Character by Will Wood and it s c r e a m s Fitz Vacker. I do not accept criticism.
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damastorrr · 1 year
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He's shit at every game he plays
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pipedreams13 · 2 years
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My love for books will always be infinite
Each time I put a book back in the shelf after finishing it, it feels like I'm adding another universe to a multitude of them.
And these universes bring me home
(P.S. I just finished reading they both die at the end)
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trollarcany · 29 days
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untitled?
i don't believe that you and i were ever meant to be more than friends.
your emotional defiance and lack of compassion,
it encompassed my entire self.
i walked on the shells of the eggs i cracked open for you
just for you to throw the mess right back in my face,
all the while accusing me of treason and betrayal.
and i cannot say, with good conscience, that i truly wish you the best,
because my heart and soul say that you deserve what you gave tenfold,
because my heart tears with the recollection of every memory you've given me.
i long for the inevitable dissection of you.
perhaps the doctor's who perform the procedure can figure out what i was unable to after our time together;
whether or not you have a heart in there.
by then i hope that technology is so far advanced,
and although i am not a praying woman by any means, for i do not believe that God would hear these pleas, I pray
that they can still see the imprint of my name and my declarations of love in your brain,
that they replay your memories of us, one by one,
and the tests determine if you really felt anything for me at all
or at the very least, provide someone with proof of what we had.
but until then i will no longer be waiting on the floor
with saltwater raining from forests of blue and gray.
they will find traces of you even still on the ridges of my brain,
and they won't have to wonder "why?" because they'll have the evidence.
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spiderdoesthings · 5 months
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A bit about me
Well, here i am. actually doing this instead of chickening out.
i think i made accounts and got social media because i constantly talk in my head about this shit so why not spill it to the whole world, right?
alright, well, here we are...actually doing this.
Hi! Im SpiderDoesThings, or just Spider! i am a gender queer artist, furry, and gamer! i have a disorder called anxiety which essentially means my brain doesnt like me. while your fear/stress level may start at a 0 mine typically starts at a thirty-fifty, which doesnt seem bad till you go through the whole day. I also have OCD but its not as major.
I struggle to do things like this, to talk to people because my brain is constantly fearing that family or friends who dont know these things are going to see this, but i rest in the case that no one knows about this account because its a private one.
I really enjoy dragons, pokemon, moths, and currently im on a TLOU/Genshin impact hyper fixation!
also if you see me talking as if its to multiple people, thats just how i talk i guess. not outloud but when im typing for any website, no matter if i have 0 followers i just got used to the whole typing to multiple people so, sorry if that bothers you. it just kinda makes me feel like im actually able to vent and not just talking to a document
TW for darker topics (SH, Su!c!de, and general talk about it)
So... yeah. I've self harmed for a little over a year or so now. and no, this is in no means meant to glorifie the situation but rather to bring out that your not a monster for doing it. it started on my legs, quickly moving to my ribs and chest, then my wrists and god the stress.
the whole "barcode" joke seriously applies to my arms and legs, possibly worse. this whole thing is just one big vent and one big about me thing. its not as much a trigger as i dont want to comment on something saying "oh same" and have people question, so, i'd rather say it here.
Im doing... okay now. my thoughts arent as much su!c!dal (dunno if im allowed to say that-) well, the cutting isnt. it distracts me from the thoughts.
end of TW
im rambling now, but uh... yeah! thats me! good to meet you all!
if theres any questions uh, im more then happy to answer.
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spooksier · 2 years
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me when the emotionally repressed character is revealed to have had something happen in their childhood that was completely out of their control but changed them in a way they can never come back from
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hellspawnmotel · 2 months
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cementing my place as the crossovers for no reason guy
(third pic based on)
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ohposhers · 3 months
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troll who isnt allowed caffeine or she'll reenact the Hammy energy drink scene from over the hedge clay prefers tea anyway
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mipexch · 3 months
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stupid big ass eyeball
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context(???)
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brother-emperors · 10 months
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something. about. the horror of being sent on an impossible (death) quest and obligations and hospitality politics. the trauma of not having a home, and then the trauma of being in a house that becomes actively hostile to you, one that would swallow you whole and spit out your bones if you step out of line. all of this is conditional, your existence continues to be something men want gone.
it's about going back as far as I can with the perseus narrative because there's always a version of a myth that exists behind the one that survives. the missing pieces are clearly defined, but the oldest recorded version of it isn't there! and there's probably something older before that!! but it's doomed to forever be an unfilled space, clearly defined by an outline of something that was there and continues to be there in it's absence.
and love. it's also about love. even when you had nothing, you had love.
on the opposite side of the spectrum, this is Not About Ovid Or Roman-Renaissance Reception, Depictions And Discourses On The Perseus Narrative.
edit: to add to the above, while it's not about Ovid, because I'm specifically trying to peel things back to the oldest version of this story, Ovid is fine. alterations on the Perseus myth that give more attention Medusa predate Ovid by several centuries. this comic is also not about those, either! there are many versions of this story from the ancient world. there is not one singular True or Better version, they're all saying something.
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Perseus, Daniel Ogden
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Anthology of Classical Myth: Primary Sources in Translation, edited & translated by Stephen M Trzaskoma, R. Scott Smith, Stephen Brunet
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lastwave · 7 months
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yall love autistic kids until they're autistic. fuckin. "homeschool kids are so weird" "the neighbors kid:" "wolf girls" "horse girls" "sword boys" its all just rebranded making fun of autistic traits. "well i was autistic and wasn't like that" ok good for you. a lot of us were. there are kids that are. that see those jokes . once it became unacceptable to just outright say you were making fun of SpEd kids yall invented new ways to say the same shit.
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catboytwelve · 12 days
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Finally catched up with the new dw episodes. I hope someone hasn't done this already, but this is my contribution
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pa-pa-plasma · 9 months
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okay look, the real reason that zepotha shit is never gonna be Goncharov (besides it being a marketing ploy) is because Goncharov was treated like a fandom (collaborative including celebrities, built upon over time, openly fictional) & zepotha is treated like a tiktok trend (no collaboration, dies fast, treated like reality recklessly). it doesn't matter if it's interesting or cool or what, they've been built on completely different foundations. you're comparing Spiderverse to Endgame here. hydrogen bomb VS coughing baby. zepotha will never have Lynda Carter & Martin Scorsese's approval.
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captainswhore · 1 month
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you see price sitting like this when you walk into a room post mission- and you know exactly what it is he needs.
he's licking at you and holding your thighs open with his rough palms- and you can't take it. his calluses and his beard and the fabric of his sleeves are rubbing at your legs just right- but not enough for you to lose focus on his hot tongue rubbing on you and in you and you've never been wetter in your LIFE.
his only problem? you're still moving too much. he can't reach where he wants to inside of you because you keep wiggling out of his way. his hands want to touch you everywhere- not just hold your thighs still. this is when he begins to squeeze at you everywhere, and tell you to rest your thighs on his shoulders.
"b-but price- hhnngh ohmygod- i c-can't. they're too big. thighs are too big"
you whine at the loss of contact, but then you look down and see him staring at you with massive pupils and a wet face. "lovie- my shoulders are broad for a reason. rest your thighs on em and i swear they'll have enough room"
and you listen, and you're crushing his ears with your thighs, and he's never been happier. the next time you look down? he's rutting into the mattress and you see his hips stutter when he groans into you and your vision goes white
(@chamomiletealeaf and i had SUCH A HORNY discussion about this and she told me to post it so here i am- and also omg photo creds to her. we've gotta reign it in lmfao)
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isjasz · 10 months
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[Day 38]
A businessman saw an opportunity
Designs of boatem from @applestruda and @vesperionnox <3
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