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hestiviea · 3 months

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swap au but i can't draw

I hate when they de-age Matthew just so he can be in knives role, I hate when swapaus just change the characters and their names instead of making an actual AU of what happens when the other character's events

to me, I don't want Scott to be the one skating around Ramona's headspace

I don't want Envy to be in gideons role or add two other characters to fill in the katayanagi twin's roles

I want AUS to be its own, not some kind of copy-and-paste from the source material

My swap AU is closer to the actual source

In my swap AU,

Ramona is still skating around Scott's head space but she is the one who gets obsessed instead of Scott, Scott works as a pizza delivery man

Scott in this AU is still an autistic nerd but is clueless about everything around him, he's just keeping a cool head in comparison to the source materials, he's still the bassist of Sex Bob-Omb but doesn't reveal that to Ramona yet cause he temporarily quit after Gideon became their producer

the seven evil exes are not Ramona's version of Scott's friends cause fuck that, instead the 'seven evil exes' are more just exes that are not evil and overly obsessed with Ramona cause Gideon ain't there to join forces with them

(In my head, Gideon is the reason why most of the league even took revenge on Ramona, since he was the one that said it, katayanagi twins just followed with it cause damn do they have it rough, despite not being evil, Lucas also went with it, todd is just angry that ramona has the audacity to leave after he punched the moon for her, Matthew and Roxy are the only ones that genuinely are sad and angry)

The League of Evil Exes are just the same 5 with Lynette for support, they are not in any of the OG league's roles, they're on their own

their name will be, Vv cause V is the Roman number 5, and v as in victims

knives are the first V but she's still 17, she keeps coming back to fight Ramona until finally realising it isn't worth it

Kim is the second, they met after a Sex Bob-Omb concert, they're not Clash of the Demon Heads in a sense by the way, they're much more different, Kim explains the whole thing to Ramona, and they fight for a bit while also talking as they fight, then they stop and just decided to go out for a drink

wallace is the third and doesn't actually fight with Ramona physically, rather using psychic powers thanks to his current boyfriend, but after the fight, they're still hesitant cause it turns out that Wallace was the one that made the Vv and Ramona is genuinely jealous of Wallace but they later just become buddies

next is Lisa, at first Ramona doesn't even know what to do with Lisa, originally Ramona thinks Lisa is just a friend who is getting too close for comfort with Scott, then boom, big reveal that Lisa is actually one of the exes, they start to fight, but it ended up alright

last is envy and Lynette, the reason for this is that I like to believe that Envy was the one that wanted to take revenge on Scott, but nobody truly wanted to fight other than knives, Lynette is there to help cause they have a much healthier relationship compared to the comics, also envy's reason is cause she's jealous over Scott and ramona after hearing the fact that todd is now living with ramona and Scott is dating her

but what happened to the seven evil exes you may ask

well

Matthew and the twins would probably be the only people that Ramona talks to daily, i like to think Matthew lives nearby and that the twins are not as rich as Gideon but still have enough to have a house up in Toronto

Lucas after another flop movie (blame it on the writers, Lucas did nothing wrong) gets broke and starts to live with Ramona at first, Lucas is kinda like Kim in terms of his relationship with Scott, hot take that maybe Scott and Lucas have a better bromance than Gideon and Lucas

todd would be Ramona's roommate, but unlike Wallace, he's this self-destructive asshole that made himself sympathetic after Envy dumped him and he had nowhere else to go other than to Ramona, which just causes Ramona to feel like she's once again with a prick like Gideon

Roxy comes by every week or so to talk with Ramona and clearly is still hang-up over ramona. also has the best wlw/mlm solidarity friendship with wallace

Gideon would still be a billionaire and he's Sex Bob-Omb producer, and at one point forces them to fight against Ramona by using the glow but they manage to break free and turn against Gideon

basically yes the same thing with the comics and the anime, but Ramona is the one being paranoid and self-conscious about things but trying to act like she's not affected by this, and Ramona is the one who has to fight with Scott exes plus confront herself

and everything is not in the same chronological order as the comics

this swap au focuses on ramona and her ex, while Ramona and Scott realise why Vv was even made in the first place

young Neil, Julie, and Stacey would be Ramona's friends before Ramona gets to know the others

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miracles-and-butterflies · 5 months

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How exactly Mirabel reacted to Luisa's snapping? And did Parce find Tío Bruno? Does Dolores listen to what's going on right now?

All will be revealed presently.

Warning, potentially sensitive topics below.

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Mirabel flinched, looking away.

Luisa quickly realised her mistake.

“Mirabel, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… I’m not mad at you, hermanita.” She tried to ignore the yellow tags scratching against her chest and arm as Mirabel moved her head - they must be scratching Mirabel’s neck raw on the other side. It’s so rough and jagged.

She turns on the spot, trying to think of where their mother might be and catches Isabela just watching in the doorway.

“What the fuck do you want?” She growled.

“That’s why you…” said Isabela, quietly.

Luisa was fully ready to smack her older sister aside too, but Isabela was already walking over.

“Hold still, sis,” Isabela instructed, reaching for the deer tags, one at a time. “I’m gonna try get these things off, okay?”

Mirabel sucked in a breath, closing her eyes and curling further inwards to Luisa. But, she seemingly gave Isabela permission to get close. Isabela removed each of the tags easily enough, tossing them to the bloody puddle on the ground.

Luisa didn’t know how to react.

“Walk, Luisa.” Isabela snapped, swatting her shoulder when she didn’t move. “We don’t have time. Walk.”

Luisa huffed and started walking.

Isabela trailed along beside her, equal paced, trying to keep focus on Mirabel, who was just a bloody bundle of nerves and lightheadedness.

“Glasses,” Isabela prompted next. “Where are your glasses?”

Mirabel hesitantly opened her eyes again. “I don’t know…”

“That’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Um… just keep talking. Tell us about something.”

“Something?”

“Anything. Just keep talking until we find Mama. We don’t want you passing out. So talk. Whatever you want. The French Revolution or something.”

Mirabel took a breath, wincing through the pain, but not even that could stop her from giving a historical lectures.

“In 1789, the people of France—”

Luisa nudged Isabela with her elbow.

Isabela raised an eyebrow, briefly glancing over, but tried to keep as much of her focus on Mirabel as possible.

She clearly expected Luisa to push her away.

“I, um… thank you.” Luisa muttered. “I wouldn’t have thought to do that.”

“You’re welcome, mi hermanita.”

“Okay, that’s too far.”

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Dolores had raided the medical cupboard that Julieta kept in case of emergencies, dumping the supplies beside her brother.

Camilo shifted himself back against the wall, mumbling some gratitude but nevertheless remained quiet and let Dolores do whatever she needed to.

He had no understanding of this stuff. And he trusted his sister.

Who didn’t?

Older sisters can be so protective.

If there’s anything Camilo has learnt in the last five minutes, it’s that.

“What happened?” Dolores asked, gently.

He shrugged, groaning in pain. “I don’t know. Luisa just came in from nowhere.”

“What happened?” Dolores asked again. This time it wasn’t as gentle. Almost flat and cold and even disbelieving as she said the words.

Camilo wasn’t stupid enough to realise Dolores would eventually hear something.

“It was just a prank that Mirabel has worked herself up about. You know how sensitive she is. And all her overthinking. It was just a joke!”

Dolores sighed, “And we all know Luisa can be overbearing.”

That’s when the sound of claws against tiles were heard and Parce skidded into the room with Antonio on his back, several rats following along behind (some clinging to Parce and Antonio), just as Bruno stumbled in.

Bruno ran a hand through his hair. “Holy shit.”

“Camilo! Camilo, are you okay? Are you sore? Should I send Parce to get Tía Julieta?” Antonio rambled, worriedly.

Bruno ran a hand down his face. “Holy shit.”

“Yes, please. Thank you, Antonio.” Dolores answered. “Why don’t you go with him?”

Antonio didn’t need telling twice. He carefully directed the rats to stay and help Bruno (alongside Dolores with Camilo), while he and Parce quickly left in search of the healer.

“What happened?”

“Luisa. Overprotective, again.”

“When?”

“Just a few minutes ago.”

“Is she done?”

“Isabela managed to get her to stop.”

“Where is she now?”

“Outside, somewhere.” Dolores clicked her tongue in frustration. “Are you going to help or are you going to keep distracting me, Tío? Because right now I would be more grateful for the former.”

Bruno shook himself, sitting down. “Yes, yeah, yep, of course.” He offered a sad smile to Camilo. “You look to be in a rough shape, sobrino.”

“That’s Luisa for you,” Camilo wheezed as Dolores pressed a cloth against his nose.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have words…” on second thought that idea didn’t sound great. “With Julieta and Agustín,” Bruno amended. “They’ll sort her out. Stop things like this happening again.”

#encanto #ask me anything #my writing #luisa madrigal #isabela madrigal #mirabel madrigal #dolores madrigal #camilo madrigal #antonio madrigal #bruno madrigal #julieta madrigal #agustín madrigal #encanto karma au

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observeowl · 1 year

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Unrequited N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha is oblivious to the crush that R has on her and Clint loves to tease R for it. R willing to do anything for Natasha

Your POV “Just go for it.” I said before taking a sip of the burning liquid. I lost count how many times I have said this to my crush. We are at Tony’s party sitting at the bar and all she has told me was how nervous she is to confess her feelings for Wanda.

“But what if she says no. Then our friendship is gone.” Natasha says that while looking at Wanda talking to Steve and Clint.

“If you’re not going then I’ll go.” I pushed myself from the seat but Nat pulled me back down. “Look, if you’re going to do it, now is your chance.” I nodded over her shoulder seeing Clint coming towards us.

“Okay.” Natasha took a deep breath. “Wish me luck.” Clint went and took over Nat’s seat and I placed my head on the table. “You’re just going to let her go?” I hummed.

“What makes you think Wanda is the best for her?”

“What makes you think I would be?”

“I didn’t say anything about you.” Damn you Clint. “You’re just going to let her go?” He continued. I couldn’t be bothered at this point. I shut down when Nat isn’t here, I just want to leave this place already.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? STOP HER FROM BEING HAPPY?” I smashed the glass on the table.

“Y/N…”

“Sorry, I must be drunk.” I rubbed my forehead. “I’m going to head back first.” The best place to be when you are lonely is the bathroom tub. No matter which way you lean, you would be propped up, especially after a drunk day. The cooling sensation as the ceramic touches your skin washes 1% of your worry away. So that’s where I was, lying in the tub to sleep.

The next morning I woke up by banging my head on the side of the tub. “Ouch…” I rubbed my head. I didn’t want to go out and face them right away, but I also didn’t know the outcome. I mean, she is Natasha Romanoff. Who doesn’t want her?

I stayed in my bed the whole day until my stomach grumbled so loud that I’m pretty sure the whole compound could hear. I delayed stepping out of my room until I could no longer. Once I stepped into the living room, I saw Natasha and Wanda with their arms interlocking and I regret stepping out. But I can’t look weak in front of her, I don’t need her to survive. I made myself a sandwich and sat across from them.

“You look rough.” Tony commented. “You got wasted last night.” I ignored him and continued eating my sandwich. “Are you alright?” Natasha asked this time.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Nat was taken aback by the tone of my voice. I quickly finished up the remainder of my sandwich and headed back to my room. She doesn’t need me, she has Wanda now. She’s fine without me.

Overtime, I spent less and less time with the team. I wouldn’t actively avoid her, she sees through everything.But you wouldn’t catch me alone with her. I still spent time training with her seeing as she was my designated training partner. The only other time I would see her is during dinner time. She deserves to spend time with Wanda, not me.

I heard my door knock so I got up and opened it. “Yes Clint?”

“Natasha needs something but I am heading out for a mission, can you do it for me?”

“What is it?”

“It’s just it’s her turn to get groceries but-” I cut Clint off.

“I get it. I get it.” I took the list from the kitchen before heading to restock. As I walked out, I could hear giggles coming from Wanda’s room. They must be having a great time. I felt as if someone took a knife and scored my heart, why does it hurt so much? She’s happy and I’m happy for her. I kept shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts of Natasha and Wanda as I drove to the supermarket.

I came back with bags and bags of stuff only to see Clint sitting on the couch. “Didn’t you say you have a mission?”

“I did. A mission to get you to see you’d do anything for Nat.” I dumped the bags at him.

“Who would do anything for me?” Nat came out of nowhere.

“Wanda!” I replied instantly. “Wanda would do anything for you.” I glared at Clint for almost making it slip.

“I thought I was supposed to get groceries today. I see Clint has already done it.”

“Actually-”

“That’s right. Clint was feeling generous today.” I cut him off again before he could say any further. Normally I would have walked out but I stayed behind. Clint decided to have a loose lip today and I need to watch him extra tight. “Aren’t you going to put the things back in the kitchen?”

I watched him leave. “So how’s you and Wanda? I told you there’s nothing to worry about.” I tried to be supportive of their relationship. Each sentence I speak has to go through my mind twice before coming out of my mouth.

“It’s good. I guess I’m just afraid. Thanks a lot.”

“Anything for you.” I got up and went back to my room. Why… Why does it hurt so much? I hugged my pillow close to me and attempted to cover my sobbing. I am literally sending her to another person’s arms. If only the other person was me. Did I make the right choice? Nat is happy right? Wanda can protect her better than I can. She makes Nat happy more than I do.

#natasha x you #wanda x natasha #natasha romanoff #black widow #wanda maximoff #unrequited #sad #natasha x reader #natasha x wanda #my writing

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dawnedon · 5 months

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The Old Chateau - History and Overview

Eterna Forest's Old Chateau (dubbed in recent years by the locals as Mori no Yōkan (森の洋館)) is a sprawling estate situated in the north of the forest, nestled within large throngs of evergreen trees. The style of the manor is perplexing, mirror the architectural style of buildings commonly found overseas in regions like Unova or Galar.

Though a lot of the history of the family that built their mansion there has been lost to time, the style of the building makes sense upon learning of the family's overseas origin. They moved over to Sinnoh by boat, seeking to expand their business in an outside market.

This family, however, was besmirched and cursed by their own misfortune.

The boat ride over had been treacherous, as choppy waters and rough waves unlike any seen before battered the ship. It nearly capsized a couple of times, but fortunately remained righted as they made their first step into the Sinnoh region. With ungodly amounts of wealth, they were able to predetermine where they wanted their new estate built before they had even touched down on the land, having planned it all out long before they officially arrived.

Enough of the mansion had been built already for them to live in at the time, though by the time the manor had actually been finished in the early 1940's, tragedy struck.

The family dined separately from their staff of butlers and maids, and one of their rather old butlers had suffered a fatal heart attack during dinner. It happened right at the table, killing him before anyone could even think to move and help.

Since that day, both the family and the staff saw strange happening in the dining room. An apparition of this ghostly butler often seen sitting in the very place he died, sometimes moving towards the kitchen area. Upon entering, he was nowhere to be found, but the area took on an unmistakable chill.

This would not be the last of their misfortunes. The husband of the family would go on to have an affair with a woman from his now failing business - a secretary - leaving his wife to find out the hard way upon his affair partner becoming pregnant, and then dumping their child on him.

Though his wife was indescribably irate, she would stay, if only for the money.... but it became clear that this treachery had made this a woman most wicked. As the illegitimate daughter would grow older, so would the woman's ire. It was harder to look at the girl and not be reminded of her husband's betrayal.

In a fit of hysteria, one fateful autumn night, the wife would dose her husband's meal with a lethal dose of poison, before locking the illegitimate daughter in an empty, windowless room. With her husband having keeled over within the next few hours of dinner, and the daughter abandoned in a forgotten room, the wife would take the other three children and leave the manor. They left the Sinnoh region entirely, a dead father, a dead daughter, and a dying business left in their wake.

By the time police had arrived to the manor for a wellness check, it was too late. They discovered the body of the husband, sat in a plush chair in the library, eerily still... as if he'd simply fallen asleep, and would wake to return to his reading material at any moment. They discovered the body of the illegitimate daughter next. They took both of the bodies away, and with no way to contact the wife, the manor was condemned and fell quickly into disrepair due to the harsh Sinnohan elements.

The Old Chateau was quickly accosted by various ghost-type pokemon, including a Rotom that quickly overtook the family's old black-and-white television, among other appliances. There was great death in this estate, and the negative feelings and emotions that took hold of the building drew them in in droves.

This forgotten manor became a place of urban myth and legend as well to the locals, with rumors spreading quickly about the ghostly butler, along with the room housing the ghostly spirit of the little girl. In the library where the husband died, there were rumors about a painting with glowing red eyes, and a book that, when moved, housed a secret room behind the shelves.

It's become a frequent spot for teenagers and young adults to take part in 'tests of course' (kimodameshi), though as of late the amount of ghosts and their ferocity has kept many at bay.

In the past decade, the path leading up to the manor had become extremely overgrown with various bushes and small plants, becoming entirely inaccessible to the masses. Perhaps, due to the nature of the manor, that was for the best.

#👻 headcanon.#👻 worldbuilding.#👻 old chateau.#death tw #child death tw #murder tw #child murder tw #abuse tw #there's gonna be multiple entries to this btw. i was gonna go over the layout/the manor grounds #but this got WAYYYY too long already so. we're splitting it lmao #the manor getting overgrown as hell and the people are lowkey relieved. but then here comes 10 y/o dawn w cut.

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theowritesfiction · 1 year

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‘The Western Air Temple’

Okay wow, yes, the upside-down Air Temple is one of the coolest places in the world of ATLA. Interesting little Zuko flashback, too, I had forgotten that this was not his first visit to the temple.

Ok, so Aang is back to his flighty "I guess you don't have a firebending teacher lined up for me, so I’ll just goof around" ways. Enter Zuko. Zuko hatching his plans on how to convince the Gaang to accept him and delivering his monologue to a frog will never stop being funny. The Frog remains unconvinced. But I think Zuko's impersonation of Azula was actually pretty good. :)

Ooof, Zuko's first attempt to ingratiate himself to the group is so damn rough. Can't believe he used the practiced routine that didn't even work on the frog. Still... he was doing almost okay until he mentioned the Combustion Man. Seriously Zuko? Diplomacy is clearly this boy's dump stat. (Great for a future Fire Lord...) Gotta say, I love seeing Katara being absolutely ruthless to Zuko here.

okay, but for Zuko thinking that he should have said Azula sent the assassin... sorry, Zuko, that's 30 Jerk Points right there. I think it also clearly shows how biased Zuko is when it comes to his sister, and that HE is actually just as or even more ready to lie to make her look worse.

I loved all the back and forth between the Gaang when discussing Zuko, and I thought it was especially interesting how Toph mentioned that Zuko could have turned out a lot worse considering his crazy and messed up family, and like... yeah, sure, but... how much does Toph actually know about that? She has nowhere near the full story. And I get why Toph is arguing on Zuko's behalf - unlike the others, she has no negative experiences when encountering Zuko.

Do I give Zuko Jerk Points for burning Toph's feet? No. That was a complete accident. Also, I love Zuko's dramatic 'Why am I so bad at being Good?' cry.

Well... I guess the key to joining a group of heroes is to first hire an assassin to kill them and then make a public but ineffective spectacle about trying to stop said assassin. Problem solved!

Also, Sokka's boomerang throw was legendary. <3

I absolutely love Zuko sweating pinballs as Aang asks Katara if it's okay for Zuko to join. I cracked up laughing. And I love how angry Katara still is when she agrees to it. Also, the ending is just so perfect. I know Katara got a ton of hatred especially from Zuko fans for this episode, but screw that. The way she leans in menacingly against Zuko's doorframe and then proceeds to give Zuko likely the most threatening speech of his life? That's... amazing. Running away from Azula, only to run into Katara, that's too funny to me.

Jerk Points for Book 3:

Zuko - 640 Aang – 280 Ozai - 250 Roku - 100 Hide, Sokka - 80 King Kuei - 60 Toph - 50 Haru - 30

#my atla rewatch #atla book 3 #the western air temple

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adamwatchesmovies · 4 months

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Winter's Bone (2010)

Winter’s Bone is technically a coming-of-age story, which makes it the most nerve-frying example of the genre I can think of. This tale of a teenage girl burdened by gigantic responsibilities lives below the search for a man who will leave her with even fewer prospects than she currently has. With danger around every corner and the few trustworthy people being about as friendly as rattlesnakes, there are no chances to rest. Bolstered by an incredible performance by Jennifer Lawrence, this film is hard to shake.

In the middle of nowhere, Missouri, seventeen-year-old Ree Dolly (Lawrence) is barely managing to care for her mentally ill mother (Valerie Richards), twelve-year-old brother Sonny (Isaiah Stone) and six-year-old sister Ashlee (Ashlee Thompson) when she gets a visit from the local Sheriff. After his arrest, Ree's father put the Dolly home up as part of his bond. If he doesn’t show up for his court date in three days, the county will take possession of their home.

Finding a deadbeat dad who was caught manufacturing meth and is now running away from a 10+ year sentence? You might as well ask Ree to find a needle in a haystack. The looming deadline and high stakes mean there isn’t even time for her to get angry. All she can do is look and ask people, which puts her at risk of violence - or worse. When you think “crime boss”, the picture in your mind has some kind of “class”. Fat cigars, fancy cars, that kind of thing. Thump Milton (Ronnie Hall) is far more terrifying than any gangster you could imagine because he lives in a dump and his wife (Dale Dickey) looks like she’s been crudely carved out of rock. He might be at the top of this food chain but it’s an environment where there isn’t enough food for everyone so all the animals are perpetually starving and eager to jump on each other. Being a minor and a girl provides Ree with the slightest bit of protection as part of an unspoken code of honour… but she’ll burn through that quickly with all her questions. Unfortuantely, she has no choice but to persevere. At least her meth-addicted uncle Teardrop and his girlfriend Victoria (Cinnamon Schultz) MIGHT have mercy on her. You know the sheriff’s office won’t hesitate to take away the house.

The film is set in modern day but it might as well be in a post-apocalyptic wasteland or the wild west. Even if Ree finds her father, what’s she going to do? Convince him to show up in court? It would be better to find his corpse. Then she could keep the house and he'd be out of her life permanently. The law’s not going to help and you can practically see the vultures starting to circle. Even when someone does lend a helping hand, you’re suspicious. Either there are strings attached or that exchange of information will rub someone the wrong way. You don’t even want to think about what would happen to the family if they lose the house.

The script and superb direction from Debra Granik (who co-wrote the screenplay with Anne Rosellini) makes everyone feel like real people. Dangerous, desperate and unpredictable people. One wrong word could mean sudden violence. It could also trigger the last remnants of sympathy. This is a bleak film but it’s somehow hopeful as well. It’s not a nice movie and just about everyone you meet is rotten but young Sonny and Ashlee are in better hands now than they would’ve been if their father had stuck around. Yes, this is a rough patch; maybe the roughest the family has ever faced but if they can get through this, Ree will have proved her mettle. Combined with the smarts to know to stay away from the “family business”, it could be enough to get the Dolly children not necessarily out of the muck of poverty, but in the direction of a happy ending. Assuming this is that kind of movie. You get a strong feeling this will all end in a bloodbath…

There’s a single dream sequence with black-and-white imagery I’m not sure was necessary. Otherwise, this film is just about flawless. It's certainly memorable. Winter's Bone is so scary and dark you’re amazed that it nonetheless manages to make Ree - and you - more determined to go on rather than give up. (On DVD, August 30, 2021)

#Winter's Bone #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Debra Granik #Anne Rosellini #Jennifer Lawrence #John Hawkes #Kevin Breznahan #Dale Dickey #Garret Dillahunt #Sheryl Lee #Tate Taylor #2010 movies #2010 films

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spell-cleaver · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 2: NOWHERE TO RUN Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

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Eriadu had been the last place Leia wanted to go for a mission, but they hadn’t had much choice. One of their most powerful benefactors—a distant relative of the brutish Tarkin family, in fact—had been antsy since the Battle of Yavin and the death of his head of house. The Alliance had thought that sending Leia, the symbol of all the wrong Tarkin and his Death Star had done, would convince the sleemo that continuing to fund them would be the only way he could possibly clean himself of the stain of association.

Luke, when he and Han had dropped her in the spaceport, hadn’t had such a negative opinion of it. He’d been almost sympathetic to the man for having to grapple with his wicked relative. Leia and Han had exchanged a look when he made that comment, but while Han scoffed, Leia had to admit that it was Luke’s comment which had convinced her to actually go through with it. Blast that farm boy and his inexperienced heart.

The spaceport in Eriadu City was too connected to the rest of the galaxy; she and her escort had been dumped in Phelar, a smaller city. Wilfred Tarkin, their secret benefactor, was the vice-principal of the Imperial Junior Academy on Eriadu, just outside Phelar. She’d seen it out the window of the train they’d taken to get here: a dark silhouette of permacrete spires on the horizon, a wasteland in the middle of a verdant jungle. The heavy sweat on the back of her neck, mostly from Eriadu’s oppressive humidity, went cold at the sight of it.

She wondered how many children were being brainwashed into hating her in the mere seconds she watched it. It was years since she’d been a member of the Junior Senate and had visited an academy herself, but she remembered the experience. The Empire stripped them of their identities beyond numbers and gave them a faceless helmet to march onto the streets with, and they justified it with your sacrifice is necessary for the safety of the Empire.

One of the soldiers in her escort, Grey, nudged her. “This is our stop, miss.” He couldn’t call her Your Highness here, but she could tell he wanted to.

She nodded. “Let’s go.”

It was a short walk from the bus stop to the towering building that held Tarkin’s private penthouse. She was wearing enough makeup to disguise herself that it caked on her upper lip, but she still hesitated to look the receptionist in the eye.

The woman seemed the epitome of discretion, though, and clearly knew what was going on: she said, “Sir Tarkin has been expecting you, miss,” and waved them right up.

He met her on the top floor. Leia stepped out of the sleek turbolift into an equally as sleek—to the extent it looked uncomfortable—hallway. Tarkin was a reedy man without the bulk his elder relative had had, but the same skeletal features and proud mouth. Two stormtroopers flanked him, which Leia tensed at, but she sensed no immediate aggression from them. They seemed young and small, as well—shorter than Luke had been in the armour—so she could only assume they were some favoured students, here as extra protection.

His eyes widened when he saw her. “Are you…?”

“Princess Leia of Alderaan,” she confirmed, stepping forwards to extend her hand. He looked at it for a moment, as if expecting it to be rough with Rebel callouses, but her skin was as clean and soft as when she’d been in politics.

The way she saw it, she was still in politics.

He took her hand and shook it limply. She tried not to grimace. They needed his money, not his skills in charisma.

“Sir Tarkin,” she said. “I understand you have been reluctant to continue funding us since your uncle destroyed my planet.”

“Cousin,” he corrected. “Second-cousin, uh—” She stepped towards a door; he panicked, before realising she had no intention of snooping, just in him actually inviting her in. “—thrice-removed. I apologise for my poor manners, Your Highness. Please, come in. Sit down.”

He opened a pair of great double doors onto a living room, half of which was comprised by a balcony. The tropical storms that were endemic in summer meant that there were currently a set of transparisteel doors separating the living room from the outside veranda, but Leia paused to glance at the view, nonetheless. A storm was indeed rolling in: lightning flashed, and the beginning pitter-patter of rain began to strike the doors.

“Not your escort,” he said hurriedly, when Grey and his team tried to follow them. “Your escort, and mine, must stay outside.” She narrowed her eyes at him; he smiled sheepishly. “Confidential information. Details, bank records, precise deals; I can’t risk any of this reaching beyond your ears and mine, I’m sure you understand—”

“I understand,” she cut him off. “I am not pleased by it, but I understand. Captain,” she turned to Grey, “wait just outside the door. I will call on you if required.”

“Likewise, Veers,” Tarkin added. “All of you wait outside.” They exited through a different door—one that presumably went to an antechamber of some kind.

“Veers?” Leia asked, eyebrows climbing.

“General Veers’s son, yes. Very talented boy. Has a good sense for right and wrong.”

“I’m hoping you do as well, Sir Tarkin. Otherwise, my trip here has been a waste, as has our entire association.”

“No, don’t give me that.” He finally sat down on the sofa opposite her. He hadn’t even offered her any drinks for her to be suspicious of; his hosting skills were deplorable, and his political skills even more so. “No, I reserve the right to judge whatever the hell happened on DS-1.”

“DS-1? You would use the official, clinical term for it? It is natural that the Empire does not want to call its own device a Death Star, but I would have hoped you’d know better.”

“What happened?” he snapped. “My cousin—”

“Second-cousin-thrice-removed.”

“—died there. Because of you and your lot. Are you friends with the pilot?”

“I am. He’s a good man.”

“A good man who killed my cousin.”

“Was your cousin a good man?”

He hesitated, sensing her trap, but not having the acumen to dodge around it. He blundered into it, instead. “I never personally experienced any issues in his company.”

“A good man who killed my parents, my aunts and uncles, my cousins, every other relative I could possibly have, and several other billion people when he destroyed my planet?”

“That rumour is unsubstantiated.”

She stood and made to leave. “If you choose to make such a baseless, transparent argument, we have nothing to discuss here.” She shouldn’t have let herself hope. Not when it came to Imperials. Luke was naïve, but she should know better. “You clearly funded the Alliance for a reason. I am increasingly sure it was to satisfy your own conscience, until it suddenly became too dangerous for you to stand.”

He stared at her.

“Am I right?”

“Is this how you speak to all your benefactors, Princess Leia? If so, I—” He cringed at her glare but kept talking. “—I am unsurprised that you find yourselves so desperate for funds.”

She stopped, halfway to the door.

He was right. She couldn’t afford to alienate him. They had won a small victory, but the war loomed before them, and the future was dark. They needed to take the blood money of grubby-handed scions like him who still bore fragile loyalty to the families who had raised them so wrong.

But if she turned around now, he would know he had her. She refused to let him dominate the discussion.

“We cannot deal with people we cannot trust,” she said. “Your loyalties are obviously split, between your family and your conscience. It is a division that all of us who have been raised in the Empire have to grapple with.” She turned back to him. “The Alliance is made of people who were strong enough to commit, despite these two sides. I am sorry, but I cannot tolerate a man who cannot make that choice and uses flimsy excuses about the morality of killing a murderer to cover that up.”

She’d calculated correctly, she thought. He was on the back foot again. Too weak to make the decision, and he knew it, but too smart to delude himself that if he did nothing, he wouldn’t be complicit in Imperial atrocities.

“I am a sympathiser,” he insisted. “We all are—all the boys I have with me here today, as well, because I know I can trust them. I can trust their sympathies and their moral code.”

“Like the son of General Veers?” she asked, eyebrow raised.

“He’s a good kid.”

“But can he—any of you—commit?” she pressed. “To either side. Can you make that choice?”

Her words did… something… to him. He straightened up, his posture as military-perfect as his second-cousin-thrice-removed’s had been. His face folded into something dark.

“Yes, Princess Leia,” he said. “I can. Boys!”

It happened before she could blink. The door burst open again, and the Imperial stormtrooper cadets filed out, their helmets down like they were about to use them as battering rams. One seized her from behind; before she could cry out to alert her own escort, he jabbed a hand over her mouth. She bit it, but the armour was hard.

“The new Governor of Eriadu will forgive all of our suspicious behaviour when we deliver you to him,” Tarkin informed her. “Do not condescend to me, Princess Leia. I know this choice of which you speak, and I know that I have made the right one.”

“You haven’t,” she got out. Even when she was restrained, he flinched at the harshness in her tone. “You’re far too weak to have.”

“Evidently not. Stun—”

She kicked the trooper holding her in the groin and twisted out of his grip. Before they could fire, she ducked out from between them, made to run—

But there was only the balcony behind her, with the storm blowing in.

“Freeze, Princess—”

She fumbled for the latch and stumbled back, until her back hit the railings, hoping for a fire escape, something to jump to, anything she could use. None revealed themselves.

She was too high up. She had cornered herself, and now there was nowhere to run.

The troopers raised her blasters at her. She willed herself to still. Rain lashed their pristine white armour, dripping in rivulets down their blank, plasteel faces, fierce winds knocking over the neat furniture. Tarkin was glaring at the storm for the indignity of it.

“Someone made your choice for you, didn’t they?” she accused him. “They spotted a number trail, found out about your moment of compassion, your desire to use your pocket money to fund people who’ll do more for the galaxy than you ever will. And they gave you an ultimatum, before you disgraced them, once that you did not have the strength to refuse. You made your decision before I ever landed on this planet.”

“My mother reminded me of what Rebel propaganda had made me forget,” he spat. “The Empire is noble.”

“I don’t think it’s Rebel propaganda that’s been the real danger, to you. We’re not the ones who pretend that my planet is still intact.”

“You are the one pretending you still have a modicum of authority. I don’t even have to call you Princess—you’re a princess of nothing.”

She refused to let herself flinch. Thunder rumbled hungrily in the distance. “And yet you do,” she said. “Everyone in the Empire still does. The moment you’re faced with authority, you follow it with blind obedience.” She looked over the stormtroopers. All kids, who were apparently on an ISB watchlist for suspected sympathies, chosen by Tarkin for this task because their presence would make him feel better about his own inadequacies. They had obeyed him. He was their vice-principal. “That’s what you have all be taught.”

The troopers were utterly faceless. The regulations on height meant they were even the same stature, none shorter or taller than the others. She knew one of them was Veers, but she could never have guessed which.

That made her, suddenly, angry. She had always been angry—her anger at the Empire was something she had stoked since she was a teenager, slow-burning, only to flare with violence and hatred after Alderaan had died. But this was specific. This was an intense blend of both disdain and pity for these people, good people, who nonetheless did no thinking for themselves, because it was easier to follow orders.

The storm shone around her, dark and cold and bright and strong. Something deep inside her rumbled in unison with the thunder.

“Stun her!” Tarkin ordered.

“No,” she replied. “I order you to put your weapons down.”

Lightning flashed. It illuminated the smooth, instant motions as they did.

Tarkin gaped at them, and then he was a trembling excuse for a man when she faced him again, hands clenched at her side, her clothes clinging clammily to her like a second skin she needed to shed.

“You will continue to fund us,” she ordered. “You will use every last bright spark in that cowardly and clever brain of yours to make sure you do not get caught this time. But you will double your donations. I will leave this planet unharmed, and the Alliance will be the stronger for it.”

He bowed his head mindlessly. “Yes, Your Highness.”

She stepped back inside. For a moment, she thought to close the doors, but her stomach tugged, and a stray wind slammed them shut behind her.

“We’re done here.” She said to the stormtroopers, “Follow me.”

“Yes, Your Highness,” they chorused as one.

She opened the door and stepped out. Grey scrambled to attention. “Your Highness—”

He paused, taking in her soaked clothes, the troopers flanking her.

“They will be escorting us back to the spaceport to ensure we are left unharmed,” she said.

They did, indeed, escort Leia and the others back to the spaceport. They accompanied them on the Falcon all the way back to the Rebel base, where they shed their stormtrooper armour but not their stormtrooper tendencies and became the most reliable soldiers the Alliance had.

They never disobeyed an order.

#random words on a page #my writing #leia organa #whumptober #no.2 #superhumans

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pryman lore dump!!!!

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NAME — The Pryman (Blaidd)

AGE — 12 years

GENDER — cis male

PRONOUNS — he/him

SPECIES — sylvari

CLASS — Guardian (probably Dragonhunter)

OCCUPATION — A family man, part-time Priory member

NOTES — he did regrow his eye eventually and no it does not see at all. the regrowing part was a shock to him too as he for a long time did not take the eyepatch off..

APPEARANCE — Pryman is a night-blue colored sylvari of a hefty, muscular and sturdy build, of a substantial height. His leaf hair is long, silky and straight; on the back of his head is a lotus flower that is constantly releasing sparkly blue and sweet smelling pollen, that follows the sylvari like a trail. He has teal blue eyes and a light blue-ish tint to his glow. His face is calm, stoic, though he gently smiles often; has woody growths on his eyebrows and chin.

PERSONALITY — Pry is very collected and calm. Not that many things bother him; he is kind and extremely caring, borderline helicopter parent-like with ones he is close to. Very patient, he never shows strong negative emotions, even in the toughest of situations. It's hard to say what's on his mind most of the time, though - master for keeping his cool and his secrets, he rarely actually speaks about himself, preferring others to fill the silence. His MBTI type is ESFJ, he is a cycle of night.

BACKSTORY — After awakening, the newborn Pryman was not like he is now: then brash and overly serious, angry and trouble-seeking, he was a menace to those around him. Constantly getting into fights, he was swiftly escorted out of the Grove to fend for his own, as he was not really in the mood to be learning or understanding. Skidaddling to the Lion's Arch portal, he visited the city and even tried to call it his home for a little moment. There he met his first love: a charr of a similar nasty predisposition for violence and anger issues by the name of Mordecai. They had a rocky relationship: often bickering, and then again getting back together, they eventually had a massive falling out that concluded by them actually fighting and Pryman losing his eye in consequence. And that kind of broke him. The realisation, that this way of ignorance and anger will bring him nowhere, hit him like a train: he isolated himself, returned to the Grove and tried to recollect his life together, bit by bit. It was tough; after a little while Pry was still rough around the edges and pretty alone, so he decided to join the Durmand Priory to help scholars explore. He did that for years - it brought peace to his life, calmness, made him work on himself. He met many people there, like his best friend Pheanois, but the most important person he would meet a bit later.

One day he saved a rouge sylvari girl by the name of Noereen from spiders. And the other day - she saved him. From that moment forward they were almost inseparable: as friends and a bit later - as lovers. They walked together everywhere: Pryman found purpose in her, fell deeply in love. They walked and eventually, as years went by, met another lonely sylvari by the name of Hoaxer and took him as their own. The relationship evolved: with time they became a poly couple. And still they roam together, everywhere, back to back. They are not perfect, but they care for each other no matter what and Pryman is at peace with himself.

#gw2 #gw2 oc #sylvari #the pryman

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I have never felt such negative emotions towards Satoru nor have I ever felt such affection for Geto. How did you do this to me? 🥹

I can't help but laugh at Gojo's relationship with Rie. Every touch, every intimate moment that they have together and yet his mind is always thinking back to y/n. It's absolutely hilarious. You got what you wanted but you'll never be truly happy. And honestly the only person he can blame is himself. I genuinely cannot express how happy I am with his suffering. He's lamenting about what he did and I'm just sitting here like that's rough buddy cry about it.

After this chapter I no longer think Rie is naive or dense. At this point this is manipulative behavior. She saw that Gojo wasn't in a good emotional state and used it to push him over the edge and straight into a depersonalization episode. She also definitely does not care about what she did and how it affected y/n. She really just wants to get y/n's forgiveness so that she can further her relationship with Gojo. And later on when it shows how she ever so conveniently works with your mother at the newest branch of their company just doesn't sit right with me.

I'm usually a huge sucker for redemption arcs. Seeing someone make changes in their life to atone for whatever they've done really pulls at my heart. But Gojo is just so selfish. (He also cheated and I just can't forgive a cheater. You're a grown man, have some self control.) Sure he feels bad for what he's done to y/n but he's not really showing it by his actions. He only wants forgiveness from y/n so that he can feel better and continue with his new relationship with Rie. Not only did he dump y/n out of nowhere but he flaunts his new girlfriend in front of her, and pretend like they're on good terms, and not tell her about how he was unfaithful in. Like not even some basic human decency? You really had to go to that party and your girlfriend just had to come with you 🙄. You still could've said no and you chose not to go.

You both can feel sorry all you want. Cry me a river and go drown in it. I'm done with both of them. They are still trying to live out their highschool melodrama while everyone else has to suffer the consequences of their actions and now that they've finally awoken from their pipe dream the only thing that they have left is one another and the rubble from all of the destruction that they caused.

"Whatever happened…is just a challenge, an obstacle for our relationship." You mean like how you were an obstacle for Gojo's previous relationship? I mean we all saw what happened with that. But you do you I guess.

We were so close 😭. Y/n honey you should've let Geto get at least one a couple of punches in before stopping him. All I ask for is a fight. I want violence for all of the pain I've had to go through.

"You looked at them as you thought of how Rie could so effortlessly give him what he wanted, yet here you had to spend years smoothing and furbishing all your sharp and rough edges for him. You looked at them as you realized that she was the one for him, and you were just another stepping stone along their way to each other." This entire paragraph was just painful. She made so many positive changes in her life for the man that she loved and yet it just wasn't enough for him. I don't care what happens to those two hoes any longer I just hope that y/n is happy.

I have no words for that ending. Idk if I should feel more scared or disgusted for everything that just happened.

Mine is a really fitting title for this chapter. Rie is definitely grasping at straws to save her relationship that was doomed from the start. Gojo has finally realized that he lost the best thing that happened to him and has resorted to harassing y/n and continuing to pursue her because he feels like he has the right to now after everything that he's done. They both are losing something important to them but it's no longer theirs to have.

I remember you said that the story was going to have 7-8 chapters in a previous ask which means that we're so close to the end. I'm so excited to see how this all ends.

I wish you well and I hope that you're staying safe wherever you are 😊.

oooh wow i love how you pointed out rie's words during that car ride. satoru was literally in shambles at that time and she's the only one that he has. her words easily impacted his thoughts and his subsequent actions :(( your interpretation of the title was amazing, both of them can't have what they truly want: rie can't have satoru's whole heart no matter how hard she tries and satoru not being able to bring back what he and yn used to have :(( he's gonna have a hard time earning her again. oh and i changed pm to 9 chaps in total, with the epilogue included !! anywaysss thank u so so much for this, i love reading your analyses, they're always on point !! please take care of yourself as well and i hope that you're having a good day~ <33

#🍭—kaitalks #f: permanent mark

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Tuesday 7th March 2023

Our apartment could hardly be described as roughing it. The Motels can only be regarded as adequate in most cases and we only used them in the Outback when no Airbnb solution was available. This place is total luxury with the covered area containing the BBQ (with sink), bar style seating, sofas, Netflix and hot tub allow the perceived outdoor Aussie lifestyle become an absolute reality and is extremely desirable. Martine is most pleased because she once more has a cafetiere. I think I want to live here. Thing is, if you go past our superbly appointed apartment around a corner of the outside space, there is what one might describe as a well appointed shed. Perhaps that was where we were supposed to be? The first thing on the agenda was to go down to the station to check arrangements for the train journey on Thursday on the tilt train to Brisbane. We popped into the station at about 5 o'clock yesterday and it was completely deserted and locked apart from a couple of girls who appeared to be living in the waiting room. Well at least the bedrolls were laid out. Perhaps they were Matilda's?

After so much travelling we thought a quiet day was required and the best place to find a quiet day is on a deserted beach. We asked our host, Deborah, where we would find such a place. Well she said you don't need to be in woop woop! Yes they do actually say this! Aussie for middle of nowhere! Anyway on her advice we pointed the Nissan towards Yeppoon. Well that is after we had another go at the station. The staff were all there this morning and we made arrangements to dump our cases there tomorrow evening. I think the itinerant girls had moved out of the waiting room. Yeppoon was 35 mins drive away but we were soon to be getting our first glimpse of the Pacific again after what seems ages. We were heading for Cooee Bay, Wreck Point Lookout, and Lammermoor Beach. James Cook had called here in 1770, but it was in 1802 that the famous Navigator and Cartographer Matthew Flinders arrived as part of his renowned circumnavigation of Australia mapping the country for the first time. Some of his maps are still in use today apparently. Aussies love Flinders and his cat Trim. There are monuments, roads, stations, statues to his and Trim's memory all over. He returned to England and soon after died aged 40 in 1814. Big hero, gone. Not only that but he was buried in St James cemetery near to Euston station but even in 1852 the exact location was lost. Some people were convinced he was buried under platform 4. However when clearing the old cemetery for HS2, they found him! He was one of 40,000 graves cleared. I heard he is likely to be reburied with his father in Lincoln. Wreck Point recognised the loss of the good ship Salina in 1848. She was due into Sydney in July 1847 but she failed to arrive. Instead she washed up at Wreck Point 15 months later with no explanation. Well life is full of mysteries. We had no hope of solving this so we moved on to Lammermoor Beach for the quiet time. And quiet it was too. We had the beach to ourselves. We discovered approaching the beach there was a local outlaw, the Tilapia fish. Report all cases, it is an offence to have one dead or alive! Well we tried to be helpful; looked everywhere for it but couldn't find him. Luncheon came and went, the sun baked down in a cloudless sky moving what little shade there was but still 33 degrees. The beach started to fill as the kids came out of school so we moved on to Emu Park. Now we could do with seeing a few more Emus but it turns out Emu Park is a small township with no Emus apart from an artist's depiction of some but with fantastic views of the Keppel Islands nonetheless. Disappointed, but a couple of Magnums did the trick and we repaired to Woolworths and Liquorland for some beers and other items for another BBQ.

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Hey um, I hate to do this, but I've really, really needed to. I started a fundraiser! For me! Hooray! I didn't really specify my actual situation because I'm uncomfortable and paranoid about it, but I trust you guys with all my heart.

So, here's the actual situation. The real deal. This is more about my boyfriend than me. He's had a really, really, really rough life. He has C-PTSD and DID. About 6 years ago, his abusive alcoholic ex who tried to kill him twice dumped him off at a pawn shop. She went through all of his belongings in storage and stole valuable items and trashed the unit. My bf had nowhere to go, and no one to turn to except his aunt that he hadn't spoken to in years.

His aunt got cancer, and his mom moved into the house. She triggers his PTSD really badly, so he couldn't leave the room to cook or do anything. It got to the point where he was stuck in the basement with nothing to eat but almonds. He had no car and no way to leave. It was absolutely horrible.

When I moved in, he got a car and a job, but couldn't keep the job long because he has asthma and caught covid. He had a 105 fever for two weeks. I feel so bad that I haven't been able to help him more because I don't have a license. My parents prevented me from getting one so I just left.

Our situation has improved. We finally moved out because I convinced his mom after a fucking YEAR that her son needs to finish college so he can have a better future and get out of ass-fucking nowhere-ville. We got a little money from her to move out but our bills are HORRIBLE so far. Our electricity payment was $345. We haven't gotten our water bill yet. I'm dreading that. He's tried to finish college multiple times but he's never been able to stay because of abuse and neglect.

So, please. Anything will help. I'm sorry about this, I just can't stand not being able to help my boyfriend. This will also go towards me being able to get my license and a job. It's way overdue. We spent days wondering if we would have enough to eat. I'll never let that happen again.

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11/26/23

I have a counselors appointment the first of December. That was the soonest that could get me in. I've been waiting for about a month. I haven't skipped work, but I sleep a lot. My friends have helped a lot. After spending the night and seeing my family I saw my friends including the one who moved down from Canada. I haven't seen her in years. We all went shopping smoked and played games. We spent so much money haha we were all regretting it but we had a ton of fun.

Seeing Mya family was strange it was nice but my youngest brother is suffering clearly and they are rather sexist and racist. Mainly the boys. I spe t the night at my grandma's and the next day I went and saw my mom with my grandma, but she was busy doing work deposit us agreeing on that day to hang out cause she missed me. It was okay though and we watched half of Harriet Tubman. It was too long for us to watch since I need to go get Morgan and bring her back to my place. Thanksgiving went pretty well.

I broke up with my boyfriend. He didn't see me as a priority any more with college and his friends being his priority. It would t of been to bad if he wasn't so rude and disrespectful to me when we were together. He bought us tickets to a musical, Little Shop of Horrors. I was so excited but it did not go well. I phoned him when I broke up with him. I told him at noon I wanted to talk and he waited til he was heading to work to call me because he was playing video games with his friends. I dumped him and he told me it wasn't fair and he spoiled me with too much quality time in the beginning. I yelled at him a bit. I had been communicating how frustrated I was and he told me that this had come out of nowhere. He hasn't spoken to me since and I've messaged him about his things being returned. They may just become mine now. It's funny how you can see ones true colors after a break up. It sucks. I have his harmonica, a dnd book, and some of his clothes. I also had his gifts for what was going to be our 1 year anniversary and his Christmas gift. It was this build a bear I made him with a lavender scent in it cause it was his favorite. I was gonna put an audio of me saying I love you in it but since it was a pokemon stuffed animal I picked they wouldn't let me do to legalities so I put a heart beat in it instead. Pap claimed it right away but I'm making her wait til Christmas. In truth I wish I could still give it to him, but I don't think he would take it and I don't blame him. I want to hate him, but I don't. He just has a lot of growing up to do.

I'm thinking of moving out on my own. There's this abandoned church in sandusky and it doesn't look to bad. I think I'd like living in an old church. There's also this house across the street me and pap talked about moving in together, but I think I want to be alone. I think I just need to live by myself for awhile and figure things out. My only worry is my dog, phoebe, getting enough time and being let out. I honestly just have a lot to think about a lot to get through.

The war is still raging on. They aren't saying it's World War three, but we all know it is. Times are rough, those who hold the strings are all fighting with one another, and there's a genocide everyone knows about. It's pretty depressing. The climate is still not the best and there's talk of helping it by being extinct animals back. I don't know how those two connect. There's this think called Colosial Science and they are partnering up with some company down in Texas to bring back mammoths by 2028 for meat. They also mentioned Dodos too. I don't like the idea of it. I don't like the idea of cloning as a solution. I understand it to a point of saving us from extinction, but it feels off. Sometimes I think human downfall isn't to bad rather than scrambling to mess with nature more to ensure our survival. We have tried to remove ourselves so much from it until we surrender back into it I think we're all going to die. Maybe I'm just depressed. Who's to say why the mammoths are coming back, but one day I may be writing about it with a pack of its meat in the freezer.

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istandwithrussiaandpalestine30 · 7 months

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Season 2: Liam/Naomi, their relationship deteriorates when Naomi's lying becomes out of hand, and her ignoring of Liam and his family issues. Annie, the person who is there for Liam, the shoulder, and he inevitably dumps Naomi.

Season 3: Ade/Navid, their relationship is hitting a rough patch because 1. Ade has been lying about the details of her music career, and 2. Her vanity and superficial attitude to being the center of attention, and not recognizing how much she leaves Navid high and dry. Silver witnesses Navid's family issues, becomes a friend, and their bond deepens on both ends. It's only time Navid is breaking up with Ade.

Parallels in both situations. Also, I'm not a Liam/Naomi and Navid/Adrianna shipper. Liam deserves better than Naomi while she deserves better than Liam. Liam was an Ozzie replacement for Naomi since Michael Trevino left 90210 for The Vampire Diaries. Ozzie wasn't an ass to Naomi, though. Navid's crush on Adrianna came out of nowhere in the first season since he was talking about wanting to date women who weren't Adrianna before she overdosed on drugs. I never bought their relationship.

I think Navid has more things in common with Silver than he does with Adrianna. They didn't need to destroy some of Adrianna's character in order to make Nilver happen. I prefer Liam's bond with Annie since it doesn't make him look like an Ozzie Cardoza replacement, but at the same time, I didn't like how it enforced the whole Naomi/Ethan/Annie element to it. Liam didn't need to be put as an Ethan replacement in that regard, especially since both characters ended up having a thing for Silver after being done with Naomi and Annie. Naomi's character shouldn't have been made annoying to prop up Liam/Annie. It's unnecessary to have the first girlfriend be "bad" in order to prop up the 2nd girlfriend.

Another parallel is that the writers had to have Jen sleep with both Ethan and Liam. I don't know why it had to be implied that Jen slept with Ethan since there wasn't any background story to it, meaning what drove Jen to even do it? How did Ethan manage to keep that a secret from his first serious girlfriend? With Liam, I understood since it made for the storyline in Season 2.

Ethan and Liam ended up being like a brother figure to Adrianna while their time being on the show. Ethan didn't appear to keep any contact with the characters after his departure and the whole thing between him and Silver.

#90210 #liam court #naomi clark #annie wilson #ethan ward #ozzie cardoza #jen clark #adrianna tate duncan #Navid Shirazi #erin silver #meta

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So It Goes...

A/N : This is based on the comics. song inspiration so it goes by taylor swift. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : even though after parting ways the feelings you had for each other never ceased to exist.

Pairing : tasm! Peter Parker x Black cat! Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, ex-lovers, unprotected rough sex (wrap it before you tap it)

This week has already been shitty enough for Peter. First he got drunk and hooked up with his psychotic roommate Michele Gonzales, then his identity was stolen by the chameleon. After solving the whole identity theft crisis he comes back to know that when chameleon took over his identity he somehow wooed Michelle and now they are in some sort of weird romantic relationship.

Today was like any other day he woke up to find Michelle in the kitchen making breakfast and then she starts complaining about how untidy he is which escalates into a serious argument very quickly about whatever relationship they have seem to be not working. Just then Norah, his colleague at the daily bugle barges in all excited about the Osborn story she has been holding on for weeks which annoys Michelle even more.

The two ladies were quick to pick up a fight throwing insults at each other and Peter was helplessly caught amidst them. To top that MJ decides to visit him out of nowhere.

It has been a while since the last time they saw each other after their breakup. They were not quite on speaking terms and she was finally interested in working things out again. But seeing two women in his apartment arguing over him just made things worse. She immediately leaves completely weirded out with whatever was going on in there saying she will make sure to call ahead next time.

And there goes the little bit of hope Peter had to rekindle their romance. Norah also leaves fuming as Michelle goes back to her room angrily shutting the door on Peter’s face when he tries to talk to her.

Peter was on the verge of plucking his hair out in frustration. Once upon a time he didn’t know how to ask out women properly and now women are fighting over him. Any other man in his place would have a smug grin on his face but he feels he’s being cursed with some sort of bad luck because he is mentally exhausted at this point.

And 14 hours later he is swinging him across the city doing his night patrol when his web shooters stop working for technical glitch and he falls flat on the terrace of a high-rise building.

“Really, god really? When does it end?” he groans looking skyward.

“Wouldn’t blame her for it.” Talk about bad luck he thought when he hears your voice.

“Hey spider long time no see.” you stroll up to him, your heels making a clicking sound against the concrete ground.

“Black cat? What are you doing here?” He stands face to face with you.

“Work” you answer with a clipped tone, striding your way to Dexter Benett’s penthouse apartment as Peter follows behind you. “So how’s life working for you after you dumped me?”

“Wait I didn’t—” he stammers slightly taken aback.

“Find a nice lady spider to lay an egg sack with?” you continue cutting a small hole in the door with your claws.

“Okay, I don’t understand but you’re not bitter…”

“Why be bitter when I can just be me?” you chuckle.

“You did that on purpose” he retorts remembering the time you broke up.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about but do me a favor, stand back I don’t want you to get electrocuted accidentally” you smirk passing your hand through the hole to turn off the security system.

“Why are you still mad at me when you were doing just fine and weren’t you sharing your litter box with the puma?” he quips. He barely managed the sudden break up without any explanation from you but when he heard you got into a new relationship within a week he was truly heartbroken. He felt betrayed as if the time you spent together didn’t mean anything to you.

“I was but Thomas had serious control issues and then the manscaping accident when he forgot his boundaries.” you shrug walking into the apartment looking around the living room.

“You evil cat.” he chastises.

“Comes with the claws.” you smile wide bringing out your claws when your eyes shift to the huge life size portrait of Dexter Benett. “Now if you’ll excuse me I’m working.”

“Breaking into someone’s house, how's that a work?” he stands sideways in front of you, not letting you pass until he gets his answers.

“Are you staring at my tits?” you grin catching him off guard with your question.

“I—”

“I’ll take it as a yes then.” you laugh.

“Wait, what?”

“Your breathing gets choppy when you perv out. Don’t worry, I'm used to it.” you walk past him to the painting and find the safe behind it.

“Don’t try to change the subject” he scoffs. “I thought you had a new job of being a detective or something”

“Yes I do have a new job” you say breaking the lock of the safe. “It’s amazing after you get out of a relationship. Feels like a new start.”

Peter understood you were referring to your and his relationship. “Seems like you’re still doing your old job.”

“Unless you want to be a side piece in this you better go home little spider.”

“That would be great but I tend to stop people from doing what you’re doing.”

“You also tend to run away from strong women, which might be quite a dilemma.” you taunt. “Matter of fact it's an universal trait of you all men.”

“You dumped me.” Peter says agitatedly.

You huff out a laugh. “Keep telling that to yourself.”

“I’m not letting you rob Dexter Bennett.” he says with a stern voice but he physically couldn’t make any move to stop you. That’s the power you still had on him.

“Spider I…this has nothing to do with me.” you look mortified.

“Seriously spider just go.” you roll your eyes and open the safe to be met with the most gruesome sight. Dexter Benett’s lifeless body with his intestines hanging out turned into stone.

“Oh wow…” Peter blows out some air trying to wrap his head around what he is seeing. “I can see why you were so hot to steal that.”

“Easy kitty cat I know murder is not your style.” he chuckles and examines the corpse. “Seems like his intestines have turned into granite.”

“Not my problem” you shrug composing yourself and rummage behind the corpse to find the red hardcover book you were sent to retrieve.

“Are you for real? We discover a human modern art and you’re still playing cat burglar. We gotta call…” he says, running his hand over the body and accidentally presses a part too hard. “oh shit I broke his spleen…eww”

It triggers some kind of security system installed in the room as metal balls shoot in his direction which hit the walls and turn into sharp spikes. You deftly dodge them but Peter was a little sloppy as one of the spikes tears through his suit.

“Cat, if you're mad at me about anything I did or didn't do, I'm sorry I’m a scum, all men are scum. But please unbadluck me.” he pants trying to catch his breath, his spider sense going off like sirens.

“Shut up and man up spider!” you snap at him when all of a sudden Diablo emerges out of nowhere.

“Not the corpses I expected.” he roars with a cynical voice.

“Any clue?” you ask, bringing out your claws ready to fight.

“Oh…I don’t know either.”

“Dr. Kevorkian's evil Spanish cousin.” In such a life threatening moment Peter had the state of mind to make a joke.

“It's Diablo you idiot.” you mutter with a hint of irritation in your voice. “I meant any clue what he’s doing here?”

You scoff rolling your eyes. “If you weren’t so good in the sack you’d be completely useless.”

“I was good in the sack?” he turns to you amused.

Meanwhile Diablo cackles like a maniac and throws nitroglycerin bombs at both of you and in a matter of seconds everything was on fire. You both jump out to save yourselves. Peter falls in the swimming pool with slight burns while you land safely.

“How did you not get burnt?” he says climbing out of the swimming pool.

“Granite countertop hopped over it and the flames went right through it. Don’t know how you missed that.” you say and turn on your heels to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible. “Ok then bye see you next time.”

“Wait where are you going? And what’s in that book?” Peter shouts from behind.

“See you in the next life spider!” you jump off the edge of the high rise building.

“Why are all the women in my life so fucking crazy? Especially you!!” he leaps after you.

“I…?” you both land down on the street below.

“You dumped me because you didn’t like what was under the mask. It was all a game for you when I was ready to take the next step in our relationship. So how did I become the bad guy?!” He says with an accusatory tone.

Yeah it's true initially you were only attracted to spiderman you met that night for the first time who tried to stop you from stealing and talk some sense into you not the Peter Parker underneath the mask. But that persistent dumbass charmed his way into your heart eventually. You were starting to see a future with him and then kingpin happened disrupting your happy life tricking you to be a part of one of his experiments. With enhanced abilities you gained the ability to induce bad luck on people and it started affecting Peter. It was the last thing you wanted to see him get hurt because of you. So you thought it was better you go away from his life.

The breakup was messy as you had just disappeared from his life without a word. He never got to know the real reason behind why you broke his heart and left. And you liked it that way because you were never the melodramatic kind of person. Getting attached to people creates problems which you got first hand experience so if he wants to hate you for saving his life you are happy to be the villain of his story.

“It isn’t you, it’s me..” you say softly.

“No you don’t get away so easily today.” he shakes his head defiantly.

“But it is me… the second I saw you everything came rushing back to me, the thrill…the fun… the heartache. All.” your hands reach out to hold his face. “I was just trying to avoid all of that again, spare us both. But…”

“Your heart is beating really fast.” he says huskily.

“So is yours.” your voice is low and intent as you lift his mask up to his nose revealing those soft, slightly full lips.

“Oh boy.” he gulps nervously as you press your lips to his.

At that moment the logical part of his brain was telling him to run away as fast as he could from this crazy woman you are who broke his heart. But the other part which was still madly, deeply in love with you tells him to let go. And he does let go as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss.

****

You find yourself back in your penthouse apartment. You had hardly made it inside as Peter pressed you against the door seizing you into a searing kiss. Mouth on mouth, teeth against teeth, hands exploring each other. You somehow managed to break apart for a minute to peel off your suits. You lick your lips seeing the clear outline of his cock rock hard, straining against his boxers.

Peter’s dark eyes drink in your almost naked form, except for the tiny excuse of a thong. He grabs your face and kisses you hard. His hard, muscular chest presses against yours radiating warmth. His tongue pushes past your lips to explore your mouth as his large hands come up to palm your breasts. You moan into his mouth when he tweaks your nipples between his fingers.

He devours you like a starved man trailing his lips hungrily down your neck to the swell of your breasts. One of his hands travels down between your thighs and rubs you through your panties. A wet spot forms, he pushes the fabric aside and slides two fingers in and out of you. Your knees buckle as you grind harder against his hand.

“So fucking wet.” He groans freeing his cock from his boxers and presses the tip against your slick folds. He slides it back and forth between your pussy lips, rubbing against your clit.

“God I missed this, missed you.” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut at the stimulation.

“Oh yeah?” you can hear the smirk in his voice as he whispers near your ear.

“Mm hmm.” you nod and he halts taking a step back from you.

“Then show me how much you missed me.” he demands, stroking his cock with his hand as he looks straight into your eyes with a heated gaze.

You’ve been with enough men in your life and honestly you were a selfish lover who did only what you like. You liked to have power and getting down on your knees wasn’t your thing; it felt degrading. But when it comes to Peter Parker your mind does a total one eighty. You have no pride. He unleashes a hunger inside you that makes you want him. You want to lick him, taste him, touch him everywhere.

Obediently you drop down to your knees and take him in your mouth. He is hot and heavy on your tongue as you feel the vein running underside throb tasting the salty precum in your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks you take more of him and begin to move up and down his shaft squeezing the base with your hand.

Peter lets out a long, satisfied groan. His fingers thread in your hair to hold your head but he lets you control the pace.

Your hands run up and down his thick, muscular thighs as you continue to suck him. Pleasure builds inside his body making his hips jerk as the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat. You resist the urge to gag and swirl your tongue around the head then slide down his length deep throating him.

He was close. You can feel his body tense up, his grip tightening on your hair. So you suck him harder, determined to make him cum but then he stops you. Pulling you up on your feet he seizes you by your neck and kisses your swollen lips, tasting himself on you. He lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him as he carries you to the bedroom. He tosses you on the bed and tears the thong off you as if it was a piece of paper. Diving between your thighs he licks up and down your folds and sucks on your sensitive nub gently. Your hands grip on his hair as he pushes two fingers in and out of you.

Peter knew he had you right on the edge but he wasn’t going to give you relief so easily. Not this time. He needs to have some control over you. He wants to see you desperate for him as he is for you. He wants you to beg for him.

“You need me inside you?” he rasps as he continues to finger you slowly.

“Yes...” you gasp.

“Beg for me to fuck you.” he says with a gravelly voice.

“Fuck me please…” you moan.

Peter still wasn’t satisfied. Never during the time you had been together you called him by his name. It was always spider and nothing else. He wanted to hear his name from your mouth.

“Say my name” he demands and you fall silent. Peter could see the hesitation in your eyes. “Say my name, Y/N” he growls.

You weren’t very trusting when it comes to men. That is why you refrained from saying names— creates unnecessary emotional attachments, not that they minded when they were balls deep inside you. But this was Peter the only man you have ever felt something for so deeply so you have to make an exception for this one night.

“I-I need you Peter.” you say with that sultry voice of yours and who is he to deny you.

With one hard thrust Peter pushes inside you. Your back arches, mouth going slack in a silent scream as your nails dig into his back. He bites the side of your neck moving in and out of you. His senses are going overdrive with the tight grip of your warm pussy, your strong thighs squeezing his hips.

You can sense he is holding back but you ain’t any damsel in distress. The moment you came face to face everything started to come back. The months long of frustration, longing and all the pent up sexual tension you needed relief and so did he.You want the Peter with no inhibitions.

“Harder Peter!” you beg. “fuck me harder!”

It’s like something flips inside his mind as Peter sits up, grabbing your hips and begins to pound into your mercilessly. Your eyes roll back into your head as you scream out his name. The bed shakes as he fucks you with all his strength and soon you start to cum.

As you come down from your high you flip yourselves over straddling him and sink back down his hard length. You place your palms flat on his chest and roll your hips sliding up and down his thick cock. Peter’s eyes are full of lust as he watches you mesmerized, your tits bouncing while you fuck yourself on his cock.

He props up on his elbows and takes your breast in his mouth. He suckles on your breast, rolling the nipple between his tongue. Your head falls back in ecstasy as wanton moans escape your lips. Still sensitive from your previous orgasm, your clit grinds against his pelvis deliciously.

Your walls grip tightly around him feeling the intense pressure inside your belly. His hands grab your hips, fingers digging in the soft flesh of your ass which are sure to leave marks. His hips jerk up matching your thrusts as the tip of his cock hits that perfect spot inside you which makes you scream.

“Oh fuck, right there!” You ride him harder, your nails scratching all over his chest and after a few hard thrusts the coil inside you snaps, your orgasm rips through you. Your walls spasm around him as his cock twitches and pulses shooting his load inside you. You feel him softening, lifting off him you roll over and lie next to him exhausted and satiated.

Nobody says a word, the only sounds in the room are of your ragged breaths. You don’t talk not about about why you were breaking in Dexter Benett’s apartment, not about diablo, not about your relationship. It scares Peter to be this close to you after everything that has happened between you two.

“Just wait till morning then we can talk like grown ups.” you whisper, turning your back to him as sleep finds you instantly.

Peter isn’t known to make brilliant decisions, not at the spur of the moment especially when it concerns you. But whatever happened he doesn’t regret a bit. He likes to talk things out but talking wasn’t your thing and for once he was okay with it. Because he knows you aren’t going to stay.

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