#she is a young black girl in nyc at night I’m scared for her

[oddly-casual]

I love her with all my heart and soul but genuinely what was she thinking trying to walk into an isolated space where a thief stole her scooter and she was just gonna???ask for it back???

#mutant mayhem #tmnt #tmnt mm #mm april #she’s so cool and so swag but she cannot fight as far as we know #“I’m an unarmed non combatant YOU DONT TELL THEM THAT #and she went alone like I hope she sent somebody her address or something #she is a young black girl in nyc at night I’m scared for her #but also she hella bold just going in there with nothing but a helmet #like April is smart and when she knows she can’t handle something she finds a way around it #like getting splinter when the boys get milked #but she also lives for the thrill like she was there the whole car chase scene and in TCRI #mm spoilers

[creamytinydays]

The Crush: A Spiderman x Everlark crossover

Summary: Mild-mannered student by day, famed thief-turned-hero the Black Cat by night, Katniss Everdeen is juggling taking care of her sister and protecting New York City all while not trying to fail Criminology 101. If that weren’t complicated enough, she’s got a crush on two guys - Spiderman, and the cute nerd she sits next to her in class. What’s a girl to do?  

Unbeta’d, written quickly in the dark under a bridge like the troll I am, etc etc

Rated: M-ish? Kissing n stuff. 

Enjoy! 🕷

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I will never get sick of this. I’m hurtling through the air, as graceful as a ballerina, the alleyway a dark ribbon far below me. Jumping off of buildings used to terrify me. Now, it’s old hat.

I somersault through the air before landing lightly on the rooftop, my black boots barely making a sound on the concrete. 

Spiderman lands just a moment after I do. His toned body is wrapped up in red and blue spandex like a present. Even under the mask, I can tell he’s smiling. 

“Looks like we ruined their night,” he says, jerking his thumb to where we left two thieves webbed on the side of the building across the street. Their obnoxious voices carry across the street.

“Curse you, Spiderman!”

“God, do people really say that?" I wrinkle my nose although Spiderman can’t see under my mask. “So cliché.”

“Very unoriginal.” He laughs.

“I’m a little offended they’re not cursing me.” Granted, the Black Cat is much newer on the NYC superhero scene, but still. You’d think I’d get some credit.

Spiderman is watching me intently, and I assume he’s admiring my new costume. He’s barely kept his eyes off of it all night. I preen a little. I did a few favors for a tailor in Hell’s Kitchen, and he paid me back with this fitted all-black jumpsuit and matching cat-ear mask.

“Where to next?” I ask. The city is spread out like a maze of twinkling lights below us, and the night is young.

“Looks like this building could use some surveillance,” he says, his voice low.

“What? There’s nothing going -”

Spiderman pushes me up against a wall, his hands all over me. I lift up his mask just above his mouth and he moves mine, just high enough for our lips to touch. He kisses me hard, but I barely notice the bricks digging into my back. 

Yup. He definitely likes the new suit.

Normally I’m the one that pounces on Spiderman after patrol, but today his movements are urgent, like he wants to devour me. I am definitely not complaining. 

His slim hips press into me, making my head get fuzzy. He tastes like sugar and smells like rain. Last week, I was able to make him moan so loud it scared some pigeons. Tonight, I’ll try to make a new record.

I lick the soft skin of his neck and he groans. “You’re going to be the death of me.” 

I bite him, scraping my teeth under his ear. “Ouch, that – ahhh—”

I lift his mask even higher, but he catches my wrist.

Damn.

“Don’t you think it’s time? We’ve been partners for months,” I pout.

He jerks his mask back on and leaps onto the wall above me so he’s well out of reach. 

“Come on, don’t be like that.” I cross my arms.

“Are you ready to reveal your identity?” he shoots back.

“How about you go first and we’ll see.” I twist some of the platinum blonde hair of my wig between my fingers. I always wonder what he would think if he saw my actual hair, which is long and dark. As for what’s behind his mask, it’s driving me crazy not to know.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Cat,” he says flatly.

“Seriously? We were just getting started!” But it's too late, he's leapt off of the building and is swinging off into the distance, which is a bit dramatic if you ask me. I sigh.

Maybe he just doesn’t like you.

Insecurity twists in my stomach like a knife. But I push it away. Just because he doesn’t want to reveal his super-secret identity just yet doesn't mean anything.

I climb my way down into the alley, then head towards the Upper East Side, and home.

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Unfortunately, my commute home is interrupted. Or rather, I interrupt five men attempting to rob a woman in dark side street. I take four of the guys out easy, but without Spiderman to watch my back, one of the morons manages to slice my arm with his pocket knife. I punch him between the eyes a little harder than necessary and he falls to the pavement, which is perhaps an overreaction on my part, but very satisfying.

When the woman is safely on her way with her purse returned, I sprint home until I'm finally climbing in the living room window of the apartment that I share with my sister. 

“Look at you!” Prim is still in her scrubs, sitting on the couch. She eyes the blood dripping from my wound and sets her TV dinner aside. “I’ll go get my kit.”

“I’m fine!” I call after her, and try not to get blood on the carpet as I sink down at the kitchen table.

“You’re not fine,” Prim says. I only yell a little when she douses antiseptic on the wound. Luckily, Prim manages to stitch me up in no time.

“You’re so smart. Why didn’t Buttercup bite you instead of me?”

Prim swats me on the arm. "Buttercup didn’t bite you.”

"Sure he did. The bastard."

Buttercup, the cat in question, glowers at me from his chair. I don’t remember much about the night I got my powers - just the wet slide of rain on my skin, a dark alleyway, the smell of blood and finally waking up to a this damn tabby meowing at me, as if to say, “you're late.” He followed me home and hasn't left since.

“All set.” Prim sets down her needle and fixes me with an evil grin. “So, when are you going to ask out to Spiderman?”

I groan. “Thanks for the stitches, duckie." I ruffle her hair and dance past her to my room.

“Come on!” Prim calls, but I shut the door before she can give me the third degree. How can I ask him out when he can’t even trust me? What are we going to do, go on a date to a movie in full costume? I flop onto my bed. It’s tomorrow’s problem. Tonight, I sink gratefully into sleep.

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There’s nothing like New York City in the fall. The crisp air, the Halloween decorations on the stoops, and the store displays of diamonds. Ok, maybe that last one is not quite fall-themed, but I find myself drawn to the window of Tiffany’s where I try not to drool over a diamond necklace. My fingers itch. I’ve never broke into Tiffany’s, but it would be so easy. And don’t I deserve a little treat? Apparently, word has gotten around that I’m working with Spiderman, and now no shortage of freaks are crawling out of the woodwork to take a bite at me. Freaking Vulture of all people tried to take me out today during an early-morning patrol in Central Park, the jerk.

The necklace is so shiny, and princess-cut, which is my favorite.

But no, those days are over. When I got my powers, I promised myself I’d only steal enough to get Prim through med school, and pay for my degree. Those days are over.

With heroic restraint I turn away, and march to class along with a horde of my fellow NYU students. I find a seat in the huge lecture hall, filled with the chatter of students.

I’m just pulling out my notebook when a student beside me speaks.

“There’s something in your hair.”

“What?” I turn to see he’s cute, with intelligent eyes behind glasses.

“There.” He plucks a leaf out of my messy braid. “Have you been getting into fights with plants?” 

No, but Vulture thought it would be funny to throw me into a tree.

“Thanks,” I say. He flashes me a smile. He has a dimple, just one, on his right cheek. It’s adorable.

“Are you a criminology major?”

“Environmental science and French double major.”

He’s eyebrows disappear into his curly hair.

“Are you?” I ask. 

“I’m a computer science major. Just declared it. I was debating between chemistry and computer science for a while.”

My interest is piqued. I haven’t met a lot of computer science majors since they always seem chained to their laptops in the STEM labs. 

“Why does a future software engineer need to take Criminology 101?”

He fiddles with his pen. “Why are you taking this class? It’s not exactly a French major course requirement.” 

I can’t tell him it’s to help support my, uh, extracurriculars. He lets the question hang, and neither of us move to answer.

“What else are you taking?” I finally ask.

“Calculus, physics, Python. Oh, and photography.”

It’s my turn to raise an eyebrow. That’s a lot of classes. “Why photography?”

“I have this internship with The Daily Bugle.”

I make a face. “Ugh, the Bugle is the worst. Always slandering Spiderman for literally no reason.”

I realize too late I’ve probably offended him, but he shrugs nonchalantly. “Yeah, I tend to agree. But it pays the bills.”

“I’m Katniss.” 

“Peeta.” He shakes my hand, and his bicep flexes under the blue long sleeve shirt that matches his eyes.

I’ll have to ask Spiderman if he knows Peeta. He has some contacts at the Bugle, like his photographer that magically gets all these amazing shots of Spiderman taking down bad guys. I’m beginning to think he takes his own photos and just sends them in to his photographer friend there. 

It looks like Peeta about to say something more but the professor strides in and the lecture begins. I scribble notes but keep getting distracted. Peeta laughs at the professor’s jokes, and each time my heart does this weird little flip. I even catch him staring at me once before he looks away hurriedly.

At the end of the hour, I’m packing my bag when he flashes me a smile.

“Want to grab coffee tomorrow? There’s this cute coffee shop called The Bean–“ 

“In the East Village?” It’s a clean but tiny hole in the wall, and hardly anyone goes there. I know this because Spiderman and I have been a few times to fuel up on caffeine before patrol.

Wait – is this a date? Peeta is smiling crookedly at me. I picture a flash of red and blue and guilt sits heavy in my stomach.

“Um, maybe?”

“Maybe?” Peeta cocks his head. I’m starting to melt under his guileless gaze and nerdy-cute glasses. How can I say no?

“No, I mean – yes. Yes, let’s get coffee.”

Spiderman has made it clear he doesn’t want to share his identity. Which I totally understand. But we can’t have a relationship if we’re always hiding behind a mask.

“Noon tomorrow?” I suggest. This date will be good for me. Even if Spiderman kisses me with the intensity of a fire consuming a house, even if his laugh is like a spring breeze – no. Stop it! 

Peeta nods, swinging his bag gracefully over his shoulder. 

“See you then, Kat.”

I freeze. There’s something in the sound of his voice, or maybe it’s because it’s so close to what Spiderman always calls me, that makes me do a double take.

For the first time since I’ve met him, Peeta is frowning. “Nope, I can see that was a mistake.”

“I prefer Katniss.” I shrug. 

“All right. Katniss.”

I like it when he says my name. A lot. But I don’t show it.

I turn on my heel and hurry out of class.

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[sleepyhollands]

can u do a peter blurb of the reader being scared of thunder pls??? and he comforts her? thank ykuuuuuu

y/n had finished studying for the big exam tomorrow. she’d eaten a balanced dinner, showered and done her skincare routine. she even managed to get to bed on time. everything had gone right tonight.

except, now that the girl was finally in bed, not a single worry in her mind, it started storming. not just rainstorming. rain, she could handle. but it had to thunder.

y/n was staying the night at peter’s, since she’d studied with him and ultimately decided the trip back to hers wasn’t worth it. he was asleep next to her, body still and breathing even, and she envied his peacefulness.

at every crack of thunder, y/n cuddled further into peter’s chest, occasionally whimpering at the odd, especially loud booms. she figured she was moving too much or making too much noise, because he started to stir, rubbing at his eyes as he woke.

“y/n?”

“sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you,” y/n said, heart full of guilt. “go back to sleep, pete.”

“no, wait, something’s wrong, what is it?”

she shook her head, “it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

just then, another loud CRACK, and y/n squeaked, nuzzling deeper into her boyfriend’s arms.

“oh, i see what’s happening,” peter said, wrapping his arms around his girl, slowly tightening them. y/n didn’t respond. instead, she squeezed her eyes shut in hopes of blocking out the frightened thoughts.

“it’s okay, y/n, don’t worry. you’re alright, i’m right here.”

“i know it’s stupid, but—”

“it’s not stupid, pretty girl. you’re allowed to be afraid. that’s not stupid.”

“it’s childish.”

“it isn’t. let me be here for you.” he snuck his hand to the back of her head, gently holding it against his chest. y/n focused on matching her quick breaths to his slow and steady ones as he ran his fingers along her back.

“feel better?” he asked, voice gravelly.

“mhm. thank you.”

“’course, princess. anytime you need me you can wake me up, i promise.”

y/n glanced up at him, eyes already falling heavy due to lack of sleep. “love you.”

“love you too.”

peter held her for the rest of the night, and by the time the storm died down, y/n was fast asleep in his arms.

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[writinginthedarkwood]

Alien Shoto! Capturing your heart <3

Alien Shoto Todoroki x Reader!

This is a continuation of Alien Izuku x Reader AU! You can read that here here -> https://writinginthedarkwood.tumblr.com/post/188136408454/kinktober-alien-izuku-x-fem

This was requested by a follower of mine! They gave me an idea they liked and I ran with it. I’ll write for you toooo just ask <3

Warning: contains kidnapping. Also some freaky alien sex ~

It was all over the news. It started with the disappearance of one girl. She was a freshman in college, a quieter girl. Her mother said she had anxiety and insomnia, and frequented walking in the middle of night when she couldn’t sleep. “She wouldn’t just take off, something happened to her!” She cried on camera when she was interviewed. The police chalked it up to a random incident until about a month later. Every day girls between the ages of 13 and 25 disappeared in rural America. It was slow at first, farm towns in the middle of nowhere that didn’t usually have much trouble were panicking. The police were stumped. Thirty days after the first kidnapping, that girls face with a crown on it was burnt into a soybean field near her college. At first, the police thought it was a tribute to her by other students. The farmer who owned the field was frantic. He said a bright light burnt the picture into his field, killing his crops. The police brushed him off, but people were shaken up all over the country. On the 31st day after that first girls disappearance an entire girls school in Japan was abducted, seemingly out of thin air. Girls 13 to 18, all 300 of them were gone in one night. Their beds were still made like they were in their, nothing was disturbed. One girls teddy bear was gone with her, but mostly all of their things were left untouched. The Russian government reported the disappearance of teen girls went up by 36% in all of their major cities. The strange thing was, it didn’t matter their race, how much money they had or even where they were during the time of abduction. The only thing that connected the girls? None of them were married. The world news exploded, conspiracy theorists claimed it was the end of the world. People rioted in the streets, some families were hiding their daughters in bunkers. Some randomly married their daughters off to try and prevent them from getting taken.

My mom pulled me out of college. I traveled back home, my family lives in New York City. Mom boarded up the windows to our apartment while I watched the T.V. I picked at my nails, people were gearing up for war against the Government. NYC hasn’t been affected by the disappearances. People went missing at a normal crime rate for the most part, which has people thinking the the abductions had to do with some type of project, and the New York elite prevented the government from effecting the city. “This is just a precaution darling, nothing will happen to us here. “ She said as she hammered the wood onto the frames of the window. The news was running a piece on the newest conspiracy.

“This man here say’s that he watched his daughter and her two best friends disappear out of thin air.” The man said with a shaky voice. He was at a dairy farm in Wisconsin. The farmer grabbed the mic out of the reporters hand, his face stained with tears. “They were with me, and then they were gone! A bright light flashed and they were gone.” He stuttered as the reporter tried to take the mic back. He positioned himself in the center of the camera and raised his voice. “It was aliens! I saw the light! The government is ignoring the only answer to this crisis!” He started screaming and the camera cut back to the main station.

A loud crash came from outside the window. Mom and I turned to each other puzzled. “Was that a car crash?” I asked her. She shook her head, her face pale. “It was probably nothing.” She said. People started screaming in the street below us. “Stay right there. Don’t move I’m waking up your brother.” She said, her voice barely above a whisper. She rushed to the back of the apartment and banged on my brothers door. I ran to my room and looked out my window, people were running in a mob away from something. They abandoned their cars, screaming for help.

A mother pushing a baby in a stroller was panicking, a wheel of her child's stroller fell off of the curb and jammed into a sewer grate. She was trying to pull her infant out of his stroller, but people were shoving her. She froze and started crying. I threw my desk drawer open and grabbed my craft scissors. She’s just under my fire escape, I can pull them up here and to the safety of our apartment!

I shoved my window open and almost fell trying to get down the slick metal stairs. The ladder that would lead me to the ground jammed, I stomped it with my foot until it fell to the sidewalk. People scurrying out of the way. I shoved myself against the flow of the mob and looked in the stroller. The baby was red face and sobbing, probably scared to death. I cut the infant free and the mom gathered him in her arms, trying to thank me over a new deafening sound. Was that, marching?

Before I could tell the mom to climb the ladder, she took off running. What’s happening, was there a bomb? Is the army here?

The swarm of people started shoving me away from my apartment building. The wave of frantic humans wouldn’t allow me to push against them. My shoulder was shoved, I’ll have bruises all over my body if I make it out of here.I started to slip to my feet, I can’t move! A strong hand reached out and grabbed me, pulling me out of the crowd and onto the hood of a parked car. He wrapped both hands around my waist, saving my life.

He was breath taking. His face unlike any young man you’ve ever seen. He had a black military cap on, his entire uniform was black except for silver metals pinned to his shoulders. A solider? What branch of the military has all black uniforms? He had long hair that swept over his forehead. One side was bright red, and the other, stark white. He had a deep tissue red scar on the left side of his face. His eyes two very different colors. He shouted over the crowd. “I saw you save that woman back there.” I nodded my head yes, feeling shocked. “Why did you do that?” He asked, it was hard to hear him over all of the commotion. I looked over his shoulder, smoke rose over the city line, something had crashed in the middle of times square, what is that? He asked again, closer to my ear. “Why did you do that?”

Why? I don’t know why. Something came over me and I had to help her. “She was in danger, her and her baby could have been trampled.” I said close to his face so he could hear me. His face was stoic and I swallowed, he was studying me. “We need to get you to safety.” Was all he said, he stood me up and looked around, surveying his options of where to go. He helped me keep my balance, the running mob knocking into the car was making my legs wobble. He held me by my elbows, close to him. This isn’t the time to be thinking about how strong and handsome my savior is, but I can’t help myself. The sound of marching grew louder, and I saw what everyone was running from.

An invading army, men of every shape, color and size plowed through the streets in formation. They were breaking into every building and pulling women out into the streets. I gasped in horror. “What’s happening?” I screamed and the young man pulled me tighter into his arms. “Don’t worry I’m going to get you out of this shit hole.” He had a high tech watch on, he was messing with it in a language I didn’t recognize. I squinted my eyes, the apartment complex across the street from mine was being raided by the men. They wore all white uniforms, similar to my rescuer. A man pulled a woman out of the building, he had huge muscles and purple tinted skin. Are those scales painted on him? The woman didn’t fight him, in fact she looked kind of happy to be with him. She gripped onto his shoulder and before I could even finish blinking.

They were gone.

Aliens, the crazy people on the news were right. The object down the street that had crashed was shining silver in the broad daylight, it was a ship. The man who pulled me out of the street turned my body to face him. He put a hand under my chin and made me look him in the eye. “Hold on tight.” I nodded my head yes, hypnotized by his icy gaze.

“Y/N!!!” I heard a scream. I snapped my head away from him and looked up at my window. My mom was waving frantically, my brother half way down the fire escape coming to get me.

Before I could say a word, tingles ran through my whole body for just a second. Like a light current of electricity rippled over my skin and then dissipated before I could blink.

We were in an all white room, a lot of people were. It was noisy, people were chattering. I looked around. Some men in white uniforms had animal body parts, some were different colors of the rainbow. Some had extra limbs, and some looked completely normal but with brightly colored hair. They all had normal looking women with them, some girls were softly crying, and some were happy and holding onto the man that was with them. They started disappearing through sliding white doors. I realized I was still holding onto the man that saved me. I let go and took a step away from him. “What the hell is happening!” He took a deep breath and adjusted his cap. “I feel so much better getting off of that nasty planet, how do you even breathe all of that smog?” He said, ignoring me. I took another step away, bumping into a girl who was asking the same thing. Her escorting man was holding her hands and kissing them. “So you really are an alien?” She had her jaw hanging open, her tone shrill with surprise. “Yes but we’re going to be so happy together! You’ll start to feel it soon.” He said with a wide toothed smile. Before she could protest, a smile crept across her face too. “You’re so... you’re so sweet.” She said to him and he laughed and picked her up in his arms. She was terrified a minute ago, but after he kissed her knuckles she blushed and was okay with this?

With every couple that left this big white room, another would appear. I shot daggers at the two toned haired boy. “What are you.” I hissed through gritted teeth. He looked at me with a bit of confusion, but then straightened out his face. “You’ve probably gathered that I’m an alien.” He looked around the room, seeming a bit stressed. “Can you just come with me? It’s loud in here.” He stuck out his hand and I rejected it. “Start talking, why did you bring me here!” I shouted, my entire body was shaking with fear. “I want to give you all the answers, please just come with me.” I wanted to trust him, he spoke earnestly. I reluctantly followed him, but refused to touch him. He took me through a busy hall of couples, lot’s of them giggling and kissing. I saw a much younger boy, without a uniform holding hands with a scared human girl, she had to be only 13. They were talking to an older alien man who was smiling. “Isn’t she sweet Kai? You two get to be friends forever. No hurry though, you two need to grow up some!” The older man said as he ruffled the alien boys hair.

He pressed a code into a screen on the wall, a door that blended in with the wall opened and he invited me to step inside. The door shut behind us, and I realized I was in a small apartment type place. Most of the interior seemed normal, a wooden table. A microwave, a bed in the corner with white sheets. The technology on the appliances was all types of touch screen, but other than that it all looked vaguely familiar to a bigger dorm maybe. He sat at the table and I stood by the door. “Won’t you come sit with me?” He asked politely. I shuffled towards the table, sitting across from him. I eyed him carefully, he studied my face with a slight smile. “My name is Shoto.” He had his hands clasped in front of him on the table. “And you’re Y/N, right?” He asked. I nodded my head yes. “Do you believe in fate, Y/N?” He asked while staring right into my eyes.

“I’m not sure.” I said barely getting my voice out of my throat. “Well, fate is the best way to describe how we met, but it’s actually a little more scientific than that.” He gave me a small smile. “My species is very similar to yours, but we have one fatal design flaw that no amount of science can fix.” He started explaining. “Eons ago, before your planet even held homo-sapiens. My species almost died out. We evolved to produce several offspring at one time of conception, but our a mutation in our genes prevents our female offspring from living to maturity.” He messed with his fingers like he was nervous. “Our population numbers dwindled, but our amazing specialists on the matter discovered a solution.” He upturned his palm and held it out on the table, silently asking me to take it. I ignored it. A pained look crossed his face, but he retracted anyway, “We have the ability to mate with species similar to ours, and this helps the spread of much healthier genes. We’re in a constant cycle of finding a new planet, returning home, and then sending the next generation out to find another planet. The system works only if the planet we find has a species that meshes with ours.” He paused for a moment to check and see if I was following. I nodded my head, urging him to go on. “It can be very dangerous if it doesn’t work. We spend our whole lives studying the species, and we send our leader to find his mate first to make sure it works.”

The girl! That girl who disappeared a month ago!

“This is where fate ties in.” He looked like he wanted to reach for my hand again but resisted the urge. “This is my first reproductive cycle, I didn’t have the greatest role models growing up, I learned everything I know from school. So bare with me as I explain this...” A small blush sprinkled over his cheeks for just a moment. “We feel strong ties to the universe, it links us to who our partner at the right time and the right place. None of this is random, it’s all very calculated. I was supposed to find you today. That’s why I lead my squadron through your city.” He fidgeted for a moment. “When we mate we mate for life, our bond will never be broken.”

“You want to...” My face blushed wildly. “You want to mate with me?” I choked out. He nodded his head. “Of course. You’re the perfect female for me, you’ll look beautiful carrying my offspring.”

I felt faint, my head spun and everything hit me at once. “What’s wrong you look-” He panicked and stood so fast his chair hit the floor. He grabbed a bag out of the cabinet and threw it on the table. “I’m fine I just feel like I might pass out.” I leaned my head onto my arm on the table and closed my eyes. This table is so cool, I could just take a nap here. I felt a sharp prick in my arm, but I felt too weak to sit up. “Don’t worry Y/N I read about this in class.” He said softly with a hint of something frantic in his voice. I felt a jolt of energy and sat straight up. “What did you just inject me with?!” I looked at my arm in horror, he’d placed a needle and was filling me with something. “Just some organism essentials. Do you feel better?” He asked, his face riddled with concern. “I feel a lot better actually.” A light spot of blood was left where he pricked me. He dropped the needle in horror and pulled me out of my chair and slammed me on the table. “Hey!” I called out in protest. “You’re bleeding!” He yelled, studying my arm. “Humans can die from lack of blood!” He dug through his medical bag, tossing things onto the floor. I giggled, I can’t help but laugh. “It’s just a speck. You can just wipe it away and it’ll clot on it’s own.” I rolled my eyes and he stopped searching through the bag. “Oh.” He said plainly. He grabbed my arm and licked over the spot of blood, I tried to recoil but he held my arm firmly in place. His spit was extra sticky, like warm honey. He dragged his tongue slowly up and down my arm. His spit sunk into my skin and I felt a rush of emotion. I reached out and grabbed him in my arms. He was stunned at first, but then wrapped his arms around me back. He hugged me for a moment before pressing my back against the table. He planted a firm kiss on my lips and swirled his tongue around inside my mouth, I felt an extreme heat boil in my lower belly. I put both hands firmly on his shoulders and shoved, gasping for air. "What are you doing?" I said losing my breath. He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Is my saliva not working? My hormones should be coursing through you, releasing large amounts of oxytocin in your brain.” He grabbed my chin and tilted my face back and forth, looking deep in my eyes. “Your vitals seem normal...” He trailed off, feeling my pulse on my wrists. “Your spit is supposed to do something to me?” His touch alone was driving me crazy. My heart pounded against my chest, my lungs are tight and I can barely breathe. “Yes it should be signalling to your body that I’m ready to mate. Your ovaries should be excreting hormones preparing your va-” My face blushed wildly and I interrupted him. “I know how sex works!” I blurted out. “Are you trying to  brain wash me with that stuff?” I felt my arm where he had licked. Though it felt like gel before, my skin was completely dry in that spot now. “Don’t be ridiculous, of course not.” He spoke so seriously. “My chemistry causes a reaction with your chemistry better than any other potential partner. My instincts guided me to you, your pheromones are very potent to me.” He nuzzled his face in my neck, pressing me close to him with his hand on my lower back. He planted a kiss on my collar bone, he gently used his tongue to glide over the sensitive part of my skin. I shivered, goosebumps covering my whole body. He trailed wet kisses up my neck to my ear. “I can take good care of you, forever...” He whispered, his voice was growing raspy with anticipation. “You don’t need to be stubborn.” He pulled away from me and put two fingers in his mouth. He sucked on them for a moment, covering them in saliva. The sticky substance trailed from his lips and followed him to the waist band of my leggings. He placed the tips of his fingers on my entrance and moved up and down. My body betrayed my mind, I gushed onto his digits. I bit my lip, holding back a moan. He smirked and plunged his fingers into me. “Shoto...” I whined.

You don’t know this man! He invaded your planet and kidnapped you!

My rational thoughts started to fade as he swirled his fingers around. I was expecting some type of pain, his hands look so strong and callused. “Tell me how you feel...” He purred. His eyes were glazed over with want, his cool exterior melting away the more he touched me. “I- I feel good.” I mewled back, my arms shook while trying to hold myself up on the table. “Say you want to be my mate.” He commanded while pressing hard on my g-spot with his fingers. He softened his tone a bit sounding sweet. “Please Y/N... I can’t bring myself to hurt you.” He looked pained. I could see his want press hard against his pants. I melted at his sweetness. “I want to be your mate-” I said breathlessly. He ripped off his uniform jacket and threw it to the ground, the medals on the pocket clinging together as it hit the floor. I pulled my shirt off at the same time. He stopped holding me for only a few seconds but we grasped back onto each other like we were both touch starved. His lips crashed against mine, I clawed at his shoulder blades and he pulled my leggings of with a rip of the fabric. “Spread your legs.” He growled and I obeyed. My legs wrapped around his hips as he pulled his pants down and quickly stuffed himself inside of me. I took a sharp breath in and my body felt just the slightest bit of relief, finally getting what it wanted. He pounded his hips into mine, grabbing onto my back and neck for support. I held onto him as tight as I could, feeling like I couldn’t get close enough. He thrust into me with hard slow strokes. I moaned his name over and over again, feeling my body tighten with pressure. “I- I’m going to cum-!” I couldn’t help but scream. Shoto grabbed my hair at the nape of my neck and groaned a short, almost growl like sound in my ear. “Dammit-” He said under his breath, his body gearing up for his climax. I burst onto him, my body gushing all over his staff. I screamed his name and he quickened his pace, hitting me harder and faster. I started to cry out for more when he stopped and pulled me into a soft kiss, his body pulsing. “Did you finish?” I asked just before his cock changed shape, still inside my canal. I squealed as his eyes rolled back into his head and he panted. I felt a small orb leave his body and pulse into mine. A shiver ran up my spine. “What the hell!” I tried to move away from him and he firmly grabbed my ass, sliding me back to the edge of the table and holding me there. “Don’t panic.” He said with a heaving chest. Another object pulsed into me, and then another. My body suddenly squirted again, an explosive orgasm rocking my entire being. I gripped the edge of the table, unable to even make any noise. He kissed my lips tenderly and pulled out. “Oh my god...” I covered my mouth in shock at his member. It was silver with deep purple veins. It leaked a few shiny gooey drops of liquid before the opening closed, looking vaguely similar to human genitalia, but with no slit.

He quickly covered himself by pulling his pants back up, looking lightly embarrassed. “As one of the King’s generals I should have more composure.” He looked down at me, happy with how much of a mess I look. “But you’re so lovely, I just couldn’t wait any longer.” He helped me off of the table and guided me to his bed. “Come here Y/N. Let’s rest awhile before we go again.” He said devilishly as he tackled you onto the soft comforter.

Part 3~ https://writinginthedarkwood.tumblr.com/post/188289769294/alien-bakugo-x-reader-the-warrior

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Roses Linger With A Sigh

Pairing: Alvar Vacker/Ruy Ignis

Wordcount: 1,786

Notes: I’ve had this in my drafts for a while and I finally worked up the motivation to finish it. Enjoy! (Also: Walgreens is a convenience/drugstore and the BBG is a public garden in Brooklyn.)

Taglist: @everyonehasthoughts, @clearlykeefitz, @loverofallthingssmart, @a-lonely-tatertot, @enbies-and-felonies, @molly-sencen, @lemontarto, @appalyneinstitute1, @ruewen-and-rising, @silver-snow, @linhamon-roll, @hyperlollypop, @never-ever-too-many-fandoms, @keeper-of-the-lost-queers, @impostertamsong, @vibing-in-the-void

“Fuck Walgreens,” Ruy growls, slamming his hands down on the counter. His only employee, a young woman named Umber who’s always wearing black hoodies, doesn’t even flinch. 

“They’re marketing them as The Best Roses in NYC,” she informs him in a bored tone. “And they’ve got lines up the block.”

“Ugh.” Ruy gags. “They’re probably not even natural roses.”

Umber shrugs, tallying another mark on her inventory sheet. She’s not much of a talker, and she has a tendency to scare small children, but she’s a good worker. And it’s not like Ruy had much of a hiring choice, anyway. Very few people want to work in a flower shop. 

“This is going to destroy our monthly budget,” Ruy groans. “Valentines is our busiest time of year.”

“Yep,” Umber says. 

“We don’t even need that much money! Rent isn’t even that high! All we need is, like, a few hundred dollars a month! Is that too much to ask?”

“Yep.”

Ruy sighs. “Can you work the counter this morning? I’m going over there to see for myself.”

“Sure,” Umber responds absently. “Don’t get distracted by the cute guy.”

“The what?” Ruy blinks.

“Never mind.” Umber waves a hand towards the door. “Have fun.”

-/-

Two and a half minutes later, he stands inside Walgreens, staring at the display of roses. Sure enough, they’re chemically altered- larger than normal roses, petals too red to be natural. Ruy supposes they’re pretty, in a shiny plastic way. 

“Can I help you?”

Ruy spins around to see an employee, clad in the stereotypical blue shirt, giving him a bland smile. His nametag reads Alvar. 

(He is also extremely hot. Ruy chooses to ignore this fact.)

“No. I’m fine.” Ruy responds icily. “Just great, actually.”

“Okay,” Alvar says. “Tell me if you need anything, I guess.” 

He turns away and manages to take two steps before Ruy calls “Actually, hey! What are these?” He points to the rose display. 

“Uh.” Alvar blinks. “Flowers?”

“No,” Ruy shakes his head. “No. Absolutely not. Those are not flowers. They’re aliens. They’re disgusting.”

“Sir,” Alvar starts, calm tone beginning to slide into annoyance. “Please stop shouting about the flowers.”

“Stop calling them flowers, then!”

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave the store,” he says. “Or we can have security escort you. Your choice.”

Ruy snorts. “Like I want to be here anyway. Have a nice day with your fake flowers.” He marches towards the door as Alvar turns into the makeup aisle, muttering under his breath about crazy fucking customers.  

-/-

“And then he just kicked me out. Like I was a piece of trash or something!” Ruy stabs a tulip into the floral foam, making sure it’s standing up straight. On the other side of the store, Umber wraps a bouquet in paper and sets it in a bucket of water, waiting for pickup. 

“I don’t even know why I’m so hung up on it, either. I just- he was so rude-”

“You think he’s hot,” Umber says bluntly, “and you hate yourself for thinking he’s hot.”

Ruy stares at her. “What-”

“You’re very easy to read.” Umber stands up, grabbing her lunch container from the back area. “I’m going on my lunch break now.”

“It’s four in the afternoon.”

Umber shrugs and ducks outside. Through the slightly-vine-obscured window, Ruy can see her heading towards the coffee shop a few doors down. He sighs and moves into the back room, gathering up some more soil for their potted plants. 

He hears the doorbell chime and he calls “just a second!”, grabbing soil bags at double the pace.

“Why are we here again?” an oddly familiar voice asks. Ruy can’t quite place it. He turns to move back into the shop, peering through the gap between the soil bags. There’s a teal-eyed girl standing there, rolling her eyes at someone out of Ruy’s sight. 

“It’s Mom and Liv’s anniversary tomorrow,” she tells whoever’s standing next to her, “and you haven’t gotten them anything.”

“I was just going to pick up a box of chocolates or something. God knows work has enough of them.”

The girl wrinkles her nose. “No one wants your shitty Walgreens chocolate.”

“It’s not that bad-” whoever’s talking stops suddenly as Ruy staggers into the room, setting down the soil bags and brushing his hands together. 

“Sorry about that,” he says, glancing down at the soil one more time before looking up at his customers. “What can I…”

Alvar from Walgreens stares at him, eyes wide. 

“Oh,” Ruy says cooly. “You.”

The girl- Alvar’s sister? She looks way too young to be his sister- raises an eyebrow. “Do you two know each other?”

“No,” Alvar says at the same time Ruy says “Unfortunately.” 

The other man glares at Ruy, jaw twitching. “We’ve… met.” He says finally. “Biana, can we just buy the flowers and get out of here?”

Biana looks at her brother, smirk pulling the corner of her mouth. “Yeah, sure,” she responds. “What do you think? Lilies?”

“I actually don’t care,” Alvar says, following her into one of the aisles. Ruy watches them, eyes wide. 

What the fuck. 

Biana sets a pot of lilies on the counter, smiling sunnily at him. “Just these, thank you.” Ruy nods and rings them up, mumbling out a “have a good day” as the two leave. The bell behind them chimes merrily. 

What the fuck. 

-/-

He’s still confused the next day when Biana enters the store again, still smiling but this time with a tiny blond girl beside her. They’re talking at a speed Ruy can’t even comprehend, and Umber wrinkles her nose. 

“You take care of this,” she says. “I don’t like kids.”

Ruy doesn’t answer; working with Umber, you get used to stuff like that. He gives the girls in front of him his best customer grin. 

“Good morning, what can I get for you?”

Biana shakes her head. “Nothing. Well, nothing right now, at least.” She tilts her head towards one of the signs in their window. “You do flowers for events, right?”

“Uh-huh.” Ruy says. Biana pumps a fist and hands him a folded piece of paper. 

“Ok, that’s all the information. We’re having a party in the BBG on Wednesday night, and we need flower arrangements.”

Ruy is pretty sure the BBG makes flower arrangements, but he’s not going to argue with business. “All right. You need to pay up front, though.”

Biana produces a credit card (who are these girl’s parents?) and waves a cheery goodbye. Ruy flips open the paper.

Wednesday, 7:00-11:00 pm. Brooklyn Botanical Garden. Client: Della Vacker. Fifteen bouquets of marigolds. 

And a note, scrawled at the bottom in perfect slanted script:

Feel free to come dance. -BV

“Hey, Umber,” Ruy calls. “What do you think of a party Wednesday night?” Umber pokes her head out of the fertilizer aisle. 

“Can I wear a suit?”

-/-

The Brooklyn Botanical Garden’s conservatory is lit from the inside, strategically placed lamps and fairy lights hiding among plants and flowers. Ruy’s just finished hanging the last bouquet on a column when the doors open and the hosts enter. 

First is a woman with long, sparkling braids, avidly talking to a woman who Ruy assumes to be Biana’s mother. Next is Biana and someone who must be her brother; same teal eyes, same wide smiles. And the fifth is…

Ruy should have expected this. Should have figured something was up when Biana called him the second time to make sure everything was in place, should have been suspicious he was being paid so much for such a simple job. But he didn’t think it was probable; what reason would this fifteen-year-old girl have to orchestrate such a thing?

Now he knows. Biana Vacker is just a terrible person, same as her oldest brother. 

“Good evening,” Ruy says, stepping down off his ladder with one last tap to make sure the marigolds are secure. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Vacker.”

“Della,” she corrects. “The flowers look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Ruy smiles. “I’m afraid my assistant and I have to be going now, however-”

Umber appears next to him, giving Ruy a look that is both unconcerned and really angry. “You promised me a party,” she says calmly. “We have nowhere to be. We’re staying.”

It’s very hard to argue with Umber. 

So six turns into seven, and the guests arrive, and people are celebrating… something. Ruy’s still unclear on what it is. 

Umber is gone, off somewhere dancing or drinking or summoning demons (who knows what she does in her free time) and so Ruy is left leaning against a column, watching people dance by. It’s not fun, exactly, but it’s not too bad. 

At least, it’s not too bad until Biana moves over to him, dragging a very annoyed Alvar.

“Look,” she says impatiently. “If you’re not going to dance, at least talk to your friend.”

“We’re not friends,” Alvar says in a tone akin to a frustrated five-year-old. Biana rolls her eyes.

“Whatever. I’m gonna go dance with Marella. Don’t set anything on fire.”

Alvar groans and leans against the column, closing his eyes briefly before turning to face Ruy. 

“Do you want to dance?”

“I- what? Why?” Ruy sputters. Alvar shrugs. 

“It’ll get Bi off my back. And you seem like the only one here who won’t talk my head off.”

Ruy considers. “You know what? Sure. Let’s dance.” 

They sweep onto the floor as Ruy tries frantically to remember his middle school waltz lessons. Alvar jerks his head toward one of the bouquets hanging on the wall. 

“Nice flowers. Walgreens roses are prettier, though.”

“They’re-” Ruy starts, noticing the corner of Alvar’s mouth twitching. He starts to laugh and Ruy joins in.

You’re right. The Walgreens roses are a joke.

“You know I actually don’t care about the roses, right?” Alvar asks when they’ve both calmed down. “They’re the worst.”

“Then why do you work with them?”

Alvar shrugs again, moving them across the dance floor with some sort of fancy box step Ruy can’t hope to replicate. 

“I needed a job. Walgreens was hiring.”

“Oh.” Ruy thinks of his own store, shelves crowded with supplies they don’t have the time or manpower to organize. Before he knows it, his mouth opens. “Well, we could use an extra hand. Over at the store, I mean.”

“Are you offering me a job?” Alvar cocks an eyebrow at him. Ruy does his best not to flush.

“If you wanted one.”

Alvar flashes a quick, sharp grin and spins them around, dipping Ruy close to the floor.

“I think that sounds amazing.”

-/-

Walgreens beats them out for rose sales on Valentine’s. Ruy doesn’t even care. 

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imagine the movie Wild Child, but Silena Beauregard as Poppy Moore...

silena beauregard was born and raised in Malibu, CA. she lived with her mom, dad, and little sister until her mom died when she nine years old in a car crash. before the crash, silena was quirky, respectful, sometimes even quiet. but after the crash, she was like a totally different person. as soon as she hit middle school, she became a party-girl, and her nights weren't complete without drinking, dancing, or trashing somebody's house. of course, it also didn't help that her dad owned a million-dollar chocolate company and was rarely home

the last week of the summer before her sophomore year, silena's dad announced that his new girlfriend was going to move in with them. naturally, silena reacted with nothing short of a large ball of rage. when the moving trucks arrived, they were greeted by more than 100 teenagers that silena had invited over to take, trash, and torch all of her father's girlfriend's belongings

as if this wasn't enough, silena herself wanted to participate. silena scooped up a handful of clothes and started running full speed to the pool in her backyard. instead of jumping in the pool like everybody assumed she would, silena didn't stop running, but instead ran behind the pool to where the cliff looked down into the ocean, and dived in

right as she came up from the ocean, her dad arrived, and he immediately started kicking everybody out

flashforward to dinner that night, silena's dad tells her that she's going to boarding school.

in new york. and not the city new york, no, the countryside new york.

after dinner, silena stormed to her room. her younger sister, Lacy, came into her room and spent the night. they didn't get any sleep, though, but instead talked about their mom. "i've already lost her. i can't lose you too, S."

the next day, silena began packing. her friend, Kelly, helped her while lacy sat on the bed, talking about new york. "What if your school is like in Gossip Girl? That'd be awesome!" when lacy stepped out, silena and kelly looked at the school's website. the school showed a lacrosse field, outside dining pavillion, horse stables, a lake, and dorms. "could be uglier, I guess." kelly left, promising to call silena every night

the next day, silena and her father left early so silena could see the campus before classes started, and they drove all the way from california to new york; "S, it's like a roadtrip! Fun, right?"

it took them about two days to get there, and when silena and her dad finally get to the campus, it's two hours till dinner. as soon as she stepped out of the car, silena was met by the school's dean, Professor D. who introduced her to the school's head girl, Drew, and her friends

silena immediately takes an instant disliking to Drew, which is only increased when drew looks at silena's phone case. "'Pink is powerful?' Ha! Pink is weak- like you, I'm assuming." when drew tried to take silena's hand to shake, silena pulled it back roughly. of course, drew was taken aback. "You shake the head girl's hand out of respect." she yanked silena's hand

silena pulled it back. "When the head girl has earned my respect, then I'll shake her hand..

Biotch."

after drew and her posse stormed off, silena was introduced to Clarisse, her "big sister." while clarisse was nicer than drew, you could tell she didn't like silena either. all silena wanted to do was go home.

clarisse told silena to get any bags she needed and follow her to their room. when they got there, silena was introduced to her other roomates; Katie, Thalia, and Annabeth, though everybody just called Annabeth "Wise Girl"

when she got to the room, silena found out that technically she wasn't allowed to have her phone, except for sundays, and during the week it would be with her dorm's RA

silena hated this. this rule. this school. this whole thing.

two weeks pass, and silena wasn't any closer to liking this school, but also not any closer to finding a way out of it, either. her and her roomates barely talked, and when they did, it was snarky remarks or arguments

one night, silena ended up sneaking out after lights-out. she went to the school's computer room and logged into her email to write to kelly. after she wrote and sent the email, silena looked for the log out button so she could get back before anybody realized she'd left. right before she was about to log out, she saw somebody else sneaking around, just out of the doorway

it was annabeth.

silena left the computer to investigate. she walked out of the comouter room on her tippy-toes, looking this way and that for signs of anybody else. a thought popped into her mind, maybe she's meeting a guy, but as soon as that thought came, it was gone. silena creeped behind her and saw annabeth walk into a doorway. silena waited, counted to ten, then followed and peaked inside the room. it was the school's library. ugh, lame. silena left and started heading back to her room

when she was on the second floor on the way to the third, a fire alarm went off. scared of getting caught sneaking around during lights-out, silena hopped out a window and onto the fire escape. she walked on the fire escape until she got to an apparently empty bathroom. she hopped through its window

when she gets into the bathroom, she realizes it's actualky occupied. a voice calls out from her from behind the shower curtain. "may I help you?" it was a man's voice. holy hell, i've walked into one of my teachers taking a bath! "Uh maybe. I'm Silena Beauregard, sophomore, room 308. How do I get out of here? without getting caught, I mean." the faceless voice gave her directions and she ended up getting out without getting in trouble

a couple days later, silena is in pe class when she gets in a fight with drew. it starts out with a witty comment from silena, as it always does, but then drew threw the first punch. soon, both girls were rolling around on the ground, equally pulling hair and punches. "Silena Beauregard from 308?" it was the voice. silena looked up, but instead of coming face to face with a professor, it was a boy. a boy her age. "Charles! Hey, Charles! Hi, how are you?" Drew was quickly on her feet, rushing to shake his hand.

"Uh, well. Goodbye, now." Charles left, and silena found out that his full name was Charles Beckendorf, and he was the Dean's nephew. "How do you know him, fresh meat?"

"Aww, are you mad because you have a crush on him, old meat?" Drew's friends had to drag her away before another fight ensued

as she walked to her dorm from pe, a bucket of sewer water was dumped on silena's head, courtesy of one of drew's minions from seventh grade. silena wasn't alone, though, and turned around to see clarisse. clarisse laughed for several seconds before composing herself. "Okay, let's say we get yourself cleaned up, alright?"

after they had cleaned back up at the dorms, clarisse handed silena her phone. "We gave Mr. Brunner decoys; some old flip-phones. Go ahead and call your friend if you'd like."

silena calls Kelly but it goes to voicemail, and she texts her a simple "imy girly <3" instead

when all the girls are in the room, silena opened up about her mother's death and how hard it was at this new school. partly because they liked her, and partly because they felt bad for her, they all agreed to help Silena get expelled from school.

over the course of several weeks, the girls pulled a series of pranks; dying the lake blood-red, re-recording over Mr. Underwood's lectures, etc. they never got in trouble though, and the only thing the pranks were successful in doing was bringing the girls closer, though they didn't know it

after she realized their pranks weren't working, clarisse suggested a different approach: silena would seduce charles, and the dean would be so mad that he'd expel her immediately

their plan was put into motion at the school dance a week later. the girls were allowed off campus, and they went shopping for dresses in NYC. while they were shopping, clarisse suggested they all get their hair done. Silena went along with them, then even ended up swapping her platinum blonde curls for her natural raven-black waves. when the hair stylist was done, she realized with a shock that she looked exactly like her mother. she liked it

the girls showed up twenty-five minutes late to the dance, per silena's suggestion to be fashionably late. they were by far the most dressed up and stylish there, also due to silena's large interest in fashion and design

when they got there, charles was standing in a corner, awkwardly talking with drew

"Hey, Charlie, wanna dance?"

They danced, though it was more like Silena danced and Charles just standed there and watched. "Nobody ever calls me Charlie, y'know. It's either Charles or Beckendorf. I like when you call me Charlie."

in the middle of dancing, Silena tried some new move she had seen on one of her shows, but she tripped and fell on her head. charlie picked her up and took her outside to sit down. when she assured him that she was okay, charlie just started looking at silena instead. he leaned down to kiss her but they were interrupted by drew's followers

just as she was leaving, charlie asked silena on a date

the next day at school, silena was called into Professor D's office. he scolded her for not only for behaviour but also the fact that she had brought alcoholic beverages on to the school campus. silena sat silent through the whole stretch of this talk, waiting patiently for Pr. D to finish up and expel her. instead, her punishment was joining the girls' lacrosse team

after a good two weeks of lacrosse, silena had started to like it. she found out her mom not only went to the school when she was young, but also was the team captain to lead them to nationals, and silena was determined to do the same. somewhere along the way, she found herself actually falling in love with the sport. and something somebody else.

silena and charlie's first date was the day after her talk in the dean's office. charloe took her off campus to an underground bunker. silena was surprised to see that while it was a little packed, it was very neat and fresh-looking. "welcome to bunker 9." they had a picnic then went on a drive. the date ended with a kiss that made silena feel as if she was floating

when she got back to her room, she found Clarisse, Thalia, Katie, and Annabeth crowded around the computer. "What're you reading?" the girls turned around, faces mad and hurt at the same time. "Your email."

when she looked at a screen, silena saw an email from her account, though she hadn't sent one. it went on for more than a hundred words, with the summary being that she was only pretending to be their friend so they'd help her get expelled

silena checked her account to see that a similar email was written to charlie. both charlie and her roomates shut her out and refused to talk to her

upset and alone, silena decided to call kelly. when she did, she found out that kelly had been sneaking around with Silena's on-and-off-again boyfriend, Luke, since the first week of them dating in eighth grade. silena deleted both their numbers. she sat there, feeling almost as alone as she had when her mom died

poppy was in the common room after lights-out when she really started to feel depressed. absentmindedly, she started playing with her lighter. the flame accidentally touched the curtain and scorched the corner. though she put it out before anything else happened, silena was so spooked that she decided to retire to her room. as she walked, she heard footsteps, and her slow pace turned to a fast sprint

a few minutes later as she laid awake in bed, silena turned her head to see that outside of her window the common room was on fire. silena got up, started yelling, and slammed down the fire alarm to wake everybody up

once everybody was evacuated, the teachers started doing head-counts. silena and her roomates quickly realized that one of their own was missing. "ANNABETH!" silena pushed past the crowds, ran past the firemen, and made her way to the library. when she got there, she saw Annabeth trapped behind a fallen bookcase. silena, dizzy and bleary-eyed, led annabeth until they reached the kitchen, and the firemen carried out the collapsing girls.

after the fire was successfully put out, charlie pulled silena aside. when she tried to talk about the email, he only shoved her lighter into her hands. "I believe this is yours." he refused to listen to her explain and walked away, fully believing that she was the one who started the fire

the next day, silena sat in the dean's office awaiting his decision. ironically and cruelly, she found herself wishing not to be expelled. though she held off for a while, she started crying. she couldn't tell if the tears were because of the fire, or her friends, or even her mom, but whatever the cause they didn't stop. until somebody called her name. "Silena"

silena looked up to see charlie staring her right in the face. "I believe you. It was an accident, wasn't it? Tell me everything."

later that day, silena was set to attend a hearing concerning her future at the school. at the hearing, she told her side of the story, starting from when she first got to the school, and her roomates realized she didn't send the emails

they quickly left the hearing, and silena was convinced they hated her

they returned after several minutes of investigative research and took the stand in favor of silena. they defended her against drew and debated back and forth until drew let it accidentally slide that she had saw silena put the fire out, then started it back up herself again

of course, the case was immediately resolved, and silena was cleared while drew was expelled

silena spent the next weeks preparing her team for their nationals game. when the gameday came, silena was surprised to find her dad in the crowd with the rest of the parents. mr. beauregard was equally surprised to see silena's new natural, happy appearance

silena and the rest of the team ended up winning their nationals game by a landslide, and afterward they had a party at the beach by camp

silena ended the schoolyear completely different from when she arrived. she was now officially dating charlie, her team was staying with her for three weeks in the summer, she learned more about her mother and became closer with dad, and she was finally, truly happy.

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The past two quarantine months have been like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my lifetime, and I turned 56 in January. So rather than regurgitate what you’ve likely read in the news or on social media, I’ve decided to share how I’ve spent my time these past two months along with random thoughts. I hope you’ll continue along with me as I share what I’m doing each week.

Books

Oh, how I’ve missed reading! With my business so insanely busy (for which I’m truly grateful) these past few years, I’ve barely had time to read little more than Slack, emails, texts, and social media updates. Not exactly satisfying for this lifelong, avid reader. This quarantine has allowed me a little bit of extra time, which I’ve put to good use.

In no particular order, here’s what I’ve read: 

The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E. Harrow is fantastic. Read it in one sitting because I didn’t want any of the details of this lacy, incredibly intricate work to fade. I highly recommend it. A mix of fantasy, drama, and a love story (because in the end, aren’t all stories love stories?), anyone with a working brain will love this novel.

  Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng is also superb. I’d heard about this book for a while, yet only got around to it because it’s also now a mini-series on Hulu (which I watched afterward – also very good, though the character arcs and the plot changed in crucial, at times startling, ways).

Curious if you’ve read the book and watched the series, what your thoughts are? I could write an entire post about it, yet I’ll only share this…

As a child, my parents hire a housekeeper. My folks both work full-time and we are not in any way rich or well-off. Neither of my folks has college degrees – Dad is an assistant manager at a chain drugstore and Mom has just completed x-ray tech school and works nights at San Bernardino County Hospital. We live in a small house on a long street in the smoggy Inland Empire of California.

There are two of us, my older sister and me. Then my mom gets pregnant when I’m nine and has my baby sister when I’m ten. My folks advertise for a housekeeper and Miss Louise answers. She’s African American and willing to work for the little they can pay her. She smokes a lot (outside only, so as “not to hurt the babies”), insists on wearing a uniform though my mom tells her it isn’t necessary and comes looking for us in her big old white Caddy if we aren’t home from school exactly 20 minutes after it lets out.

(Miss Louise’s husband’s name is George. If you are alive in the 70s and watch The Jeffersons, you understand why this is an endless source of amusement to my sister Caren and me.)

Being that young, neither Caren nor I understand what privilege means. We didn’t get whatever we wanted because my parents are always strapped, yet there is food on the table, and the lights are always on. Except for the occasional venture to Disneyland or Knott’s Berry Farm that one time (mom hated it), our vacations consist of driving to visit our Zayde (great-grandfather) in a nursing home in Santa Cruz, or some other relatives we don’t know somewhere in L.A. (I remember one great-aunt who drank. A lot.) We’d always stop at Cantor’s for a soup and sandwich (the highlight for us), and be back on the road. We don’t mind because it is anywhere but home.

Anyway – my entire point is that in Little Fires Everywhere – the show – Kerry Washington’s Mia is an artist who takes a maid job with Reese Witherspoon’s Elena Richardson’s family to keep an eye on her daughter Pearl, who is quite taken with the teenage Richardson clan. The racial and financial dichotomy is blatantly obvious: a rich family who’s seemingly got it all vs. a seemingly poor black single mother, which adds to the ‘fires’ mentioned in the title.

The book really made me think about my own privilege and despite how well my folks treated Louise, and how much we loved her, and she us, there would always be that wall. Granted, it was a business arrangement and my folks paid her for her services, and in truth, anyone could’ve answered the housekeeping ad. The fact that she was African American and we were white created a racial divide that’s undeniable.

The third book I read is Certain Cure by Jennifer Valoppi, also excellent. It’s the first in a series (parts two and three aren’t out yet, darn it). The novel chronicles the life of three generations of the Cummings family; Claire, a woman in her 70s who has been diagnosed with terminal cancer, Helene, her television journalist daughter and Justin, the teenage grandson whose adoration of his “Grams” leads him to discover the dark secret behind the miracle technology that is not only curing Claire of her cancer but tempting his mother with eternal youth, as traditional medical industries wage war against the mysterious doctor from China who threatens them all.

I had no idea what to expect with this one, and I’m glad I read it. Valoppi is a former TV journalist from NYC so she knows her stuff. I’m not particularly religious (or scientific), yet I didn’t find either the science or religious stuff bogged me down.  Fascinating read. I highly recommend it.

Movies and Shows

Gosh, so many. With four of us in the house (and two teens), it’s worth it to me to pay for Hulu and Netflix, Amazon Prime Video comes with my Amazon Prime membership already, plus my internet plan comes with AT&T Direct, Showtime, HBO, and other premium channels. For the amount of entertainment, it’s worth the money.

I watch movies and shows on my iPad at night, once I’m finally off my computer. I don’t know about you, but I don’t like a super loud TV with stereo surround-sound barking at me after a long day of noise and stress. So I go upstairs to my cozy bed, surround myself with blankets and pillows and cats, and snuggle in for a few hours to watch a movie or a few episodes of something I enjoy.

Another note: not a big ‘reality TV’ watcher, mostly because, as a writer, I prefer well-written shows. I also don’t like the negativity and yelling normally associated with those shows. That said, I do watch Vanderpump Rules (on Bravo) with my daughter (age 20). We bond.

Shows

Here’s what I’ve binged these past few quarantine months, show-wise (no links because you can Google):

Ray Donovan – ggggggreat! Heard it was wonderful, yet truly had no idea how awesome. Liev Schrieber is captivating as Ray. Flawed, human, sad, and, in case you don’t know, a childhood sexual abuse survivor (church abuse). I had no idea going in this would be a theme of the show, yet it was handled with care and truth. The entire supporting cast is also amazing. Every season is great. Watch it all. I hated to see it end.

Homeland – the first four or so seasons were mesmerizing. Then, I got bored. This last season had me falling asleep and then WHAM! that ending. Worth it.

Hunters – Good, not fantastically great. The twist in the last episode will get you, though.

Upload – Loved it! Thought it would be silliness (and in some places, it was, but that’s okay – we need a little silliness right now). Had a ton of heart which I love.

Bosch – come on, it’s Titus Welliver. He’s fantastic. This last season didn’t draw me in as much as the entire rest of the series, though. You?

The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel – terrific, all of it. Every season, every episode, every character.

Tales From The Loop – amazing. Anything having to do with time-travel or the bending of time, I’m a total sucker for. This hurt my brain in a good way.

The Feed – weird but good and thought-provoking.

Dark – by far, my favorite show year. A German show dubbed in English (you get used to it – don’t let that scare you off), this time-bending, decade-moving hit show spans two seasons and every episode is worth watching. And the music – my god. Amazing. Here’s a Spotify playlist link.

Movies

Parasite – thought-provoking. Took a while to get into it and then boom! It just goes full-on insanity. Well-written, well-acted, and the message of the movie is just, wow. No spoilers in case you haven’t seen it, I highly recommend it.

Hustlers – loved it. Whatever issues people have with strip clubs and ‘dancers,’ get over it. These girls are amazingly talented, are in amazing shape, and work hard to make money for their families. What I loved the most about the movie is that it’s all about the women; the men are only there as a plot device. It’s a movie entirely shot through the ‘female gaze’ (though of course, men will enjoy the dance scenes which are sexy, yet not unclothed). How many movies can say that?

Memento – I think I’m probably one of the few people who had never seen this neo-noir psychological thriller starring Guy Pearce looking like Brad Pitt (who was originally considered for the role). It was great, I think? LOL. My brain still hurts.

Call Me By Your Name – Lovely, sad, gorgeous. (And I will not make a juvenile peach joke.) And the music! Oh, my.

Zombieland – I hate zombies, I hate horror movies. I hate gore and squishy sounds. This movie was cute. (Not ready for the sequel, yet.)

Music

As mentioned above, the music in Dark sent me off on a ‘who are these talented musicians?’ lark. I’ve discovered so many. Here is who I’m listening to right now (all free on Spotify) and links provided here:

Apparat (you’ll recognize the opening theme of Dark and stay for the rest).

Agnes Obel – wondrous. I’ve played her entire catalog repeatedly since discovering her music on Dark. She’s become a commercial favorite as well now. Familiar is the song used in the show that’s received the most play.

Alev Lanz – otherworldly. I’ve not heard anyone like her. Her songs on the Dark soundtrack and Black Mirror are what she’s most noted for (May The Angels, and Fall Into Me, respectively), however, I love all of her work. Her harmonies are like nothing else. One song is layered with her voice and African throat singers – it’s gorgeous (May The Angels). She’s active on Twitter and we’ve interacted a few times. She’s beautifully transparent about her love of music and it shows in all her work.

Patrick Watson – I heard this song, Good Morning Mr. Wolf, on the Ray Donovan soundtrack and immediately clicked my SoundHound app. Who is this talented being? This song, in particular, sounds so large and cinematic – I wondered – is he is a film composer? (yes). A band? (yes). And so much more. I cannot get enough of all of his music, and still, I play this one song on repeat – repeatedly.

London Grammar – I discovered this band a few years ago and still adore them. Strong is still my favorite song, though Rooting For You is a close second. Hannah Reid’s vocals are big and beautiful.

Hilary Woods – ethereal and lovely. Especially the song Kith.

Sufjan Stevens – many of us just discovered him from the movie Call Me By Your Name soundscore, however, he’s been a working musician since the early 2000s. Talented beyond.

I could go on and on, but I’ll stop here. I made a Female Rockers list on Spotify which you’re welcome to.

Thoughts on Quarantine

My Business

Living in California, I’ve barely left the house in two months, with the exception of going to the pharmacy for meds or for the occasional physician appointment for me or the kids, because of the quarantine restrictions in place. And I’m okay with that.

I’m fortunate that my business is primarily online-only: I work with authors and small businesses on their branding, marketing, and promotion, so given that all real-life events are off the table, I’ve been quite busy working with my clients to ensure their products and services are still viable.

This doesn’t mean I don’t need help as a small business. I applied for an SBA loan and couldn’t even get onto the website the first time – it was pretty ridiculous – like the end scene in Beetlejuice. You all know who those first small business loans went to, right? Not small-potatoes people like me. So the second time around, it went much smoother, and I’m grateful to have received a small loan which will definitely help me keep going with rent, insurance, and other expenses.

I still did my annual non-profit initiative for writers, NaNoProMo (National Novel Promotion Month) this year over on my business site, BadRedhead Media, yet only for two weeks instead of the entire month. Daily blog posts from experts on everything publishing-related plus amazing giveaways. It’s always exhausting, yet I find enormous gratification in helping writers.

This year, however, getting writers to comment to win amazing, FREE giveaways was like pushing a house up a hill. I get it – people are focused on putting food on the table instead of commenting on blog posts, even if the giveaways were worth $500. That’s why I wanted to do this initiative this year – to help writers who are in a jam – yet only a smattering of writers participated.

I’m seriously rethinking if I want to do it next year given the financial cost as well as the personal toll. My first therapist, who I started seeing after I gave birth to my daughter Anya (I was terrified to leave her to go back to work, given my history with childhood sexual abuse), gave me this tip whenever I had trouble deciding whether to do something:

“If you ever aren’t sure if you should do something, ask yourself this question: Is this good for Rachel? If the answer is yes, do it. If the answer is no, don’t. It really is that simple.”

Self-care, y’all.

Social Media

I’ve stopped interacting with the crazies on social media (and who knows, maybe you’re one of them so truly, no offense), but I’d rather stay safe and keep my family safe by working exclusively at home – which I mostly do anyway – than venture back into face-to-face meetings with clients. I support four people with my business and if something happens to me, four people are doomed.

So the answer is simple to me: stay home, work from home, and don’t risk dying from this virus.

I don’t buy into any of this ridiculous conspiracy crap. Sorry, not sorry. You can if you want to. Spending time arguing with people online about it takes away time from my business, my kids, my guy, and my own sanity. Speaking of which…

Mental Health

There were a few mix-ups with my meds when this all started, and I couldn’t get my prescriptions filled and delivered before I ran out, so I ended up having about a week of insomnia which I’ve never had to deal with. I was a zombie (the non-squishy kind) and it sucked.

If you have insomnia, I’m sorry. I feel for you.

It’s all straightened out now, thank goodness. My son Lukas and I donned our masks and drove to the local CVS the other day because I couldn’t wait two days for my meds to be delivered. It felt like walking into a dystopian future walking in there: everyone in masks, tape six feet apart for the waiting line, plexiglass between us and the cashiers.

I’m thankful for these measures, of course, and wonder how long we’ll need them, or if this is our new normal?

My Writing

I finished the final edits on Broken People and sent it back to my editor. She’s had some health issues, so the delay is understandable. To be honest, I’m not in a huge hurry to launch a new book right now. Here are the questions that run through my mind:

Do people have money to purchase a new book?

If they do, will they want to read my new book?

If they do want to read my new book, will they take the money they do have to read mine, and then review it?

Does it even matter in the grand scheme of life? 

I’m an author just like any author – I want to get my work out there so people can read it, engage with it, connect with me. I hope they’ll like it, feel something, reflect on their own lives, learn something new, particularly about being a childhood sexual abuse survivor. It’s a weird limbo to be in right now.

Our New Normal

This phrase is bandied about quite a lot yet let’s face it: it’s life as we know it, now. The anxiety is real, too. I haven’t hugged or kissed my elderly parents who live two miles away in two months. I bring them toilet paper and cookies from our favorite bakery (drive up and trunk drop off, pay online only) and drop it on their porch.

All these scenarios run through my mind: If I go to do this, what happens if? I know I’m not the only one. And yet, we can’t predict anything. So I sit here, writing this post, safe inside my little house bubble, grateful I can pay my rent, put food on the table (delivered by Instacart, thankfully), and everyone around me is healthy.

What’s your new normal? What have you been reading, watching, and listening to? If you’ve stuck it out this far, I thank you. Would love to hear your comments! Safe hugs, y’all. 

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Read more about Rachel’s experiences in the award-winning book, Broken Pieces.

She goes into more detail about living with PTSD and realizing the effects of how being a survivor affected her life in

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Teenage Girl Admits To Staging Her Own Kidnapping That Made National News & Folks Are Pissed

A teenage girl has admitted she staged her own kidnapping that made national news. Find out why she did it, and why folks are pissed inside….

Karol Sanchez, 16, made national headlines after video her being kidnapped on a Bronx street in front of her mother went viral. An Amber Alert was issued, and police were searching for the abducted teen. Turns out, it was all a hoax.

Karol reportedly admitted to staging the incident. The reason? She reportedly wanted "to get away from her strict mom” who wanted to move the family back to Honduras. It's also reported Karol didn't want to leave so she could be with her boyfriend, a 23-year-old alleged Crips gangbanger who was once arrested for murder.

The alleged abduction went down around 11:20 p.m. Monday (December 16th) as the 16-year-old and her mother were walking near East 156 Street in the Bronx. In the video footage, you seen two men jump out of a car, grab Karol, shove her mother to ground, and then drag Karol in the car before speeding off. Check it:

  ALERT: NYPD looking for 16-year-old who was kidnapped Monday night while walking with her mother in the Bronx

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— NYC Scanner (@NYScanner) December 17, 2019

    An Amber Alert was issued in hopes of locating the missing teen:

  AMBER ALERT: Karol Sanchez (16) was kidnapped by a group of males around 11:30PM Monday evening on Eagle Ave in the Bronx. She is 5’5” tall, 150 lbs. Suspects are described as four adult males in their 20s with dark complexions. pic.twitter.com/C5TzpEtOAR

— NYC Scanner (@NYScanner) December 17, 2019

  Fifteen hours later, Karol reappeared at the same interception that she was allegedly abducted from. It’s reported she walked up to two police officers sitting in a squad car and told them she was the missing teen.

“We were looking at the [missing poster] picture saying, ‘I hope she’s OK,’ and she walked right up,” said Akash Singh, 29.

“She was trembling while she was walking. She just looked really scared,” continued Singh, a construction worker on a project in the area. “She put her hands on her knees and she started talking to the cops. They jumped out of the car and put her in.”

  After police brought her down to the precinct, she was reunited with her mother:

  WATCH: Moment Karol Sanchez was reunited with her family after being kidnapped in the Bronx

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— NYC Scanner (@NYScanner) December 17, 2019

    According to reports, there were four men in the car and it turns out that the men were her friends. Karol isn't expected to face charges, but cops were still looking to question the four men who were in the car, one of whom is believed to be her boyfriend.

Twitter has been quite vocal about the situation. And people are upset, especially since young, black women are being snatched up and being forced into prostitution rings.

  So we had to start 2019 with Jussie Smollett's hoax and now end it with Karol Sanchez's staged kidnapping?! I am too through! 2020 can't come soon enough! pic.twitter.com/jMi1n0BuSy

— Giselle J. Phelps (@GisellePhelps) December 17, 2019

    What Karol Sanchez did just set black girls back. It's bad enough the media & police don't take missing black women serious. So the 1 time it actually makes national news it's staged. We got so many black girls who are currently missing parents left heartbroken.Girl really pic.twitter.com/i9W3WZIULA

— Kayla Got The 411 (@kaylagothe411) December 17, 2019

    Karol Sanchez and Jussie Smollett trynna set black folk back fifty years single handily pic.twitter.com/jSPd34y2gM

— Babyface Kese (@BabyfaceKese) December 17, 2019

    If Karol Sanchez really staged her own kidnapping... it's gonna be a LOT harder for black girls who are legitimately missing to get their justice. Oh, Jesus.

— Sydney Noel (@sydneynoels) December 17, 2019

    I’m having a huge problem accepting some ppl’s excues for this girl staging her own kidnapping. How can you come and call this a dumb decision bc she’s a 16y/o? Not once in my pre-teen or teen years I ever thought about this horrible decision which in fact has consequences.

— andrea (@cabacaceresxoxo) December 18, 2019

    Now I've done some stupid ass shit ass a teen due to my mom being over protective, but staging a WHOLE ASS kidnapping? The police would have had to lock my momma up before releasing me to her because I would have shown up dead the next day. https://t.co/deTtWZrONt

— Alexis Mozell (@Masemom5) December 18, 2019

    I hope the young lady who staged the kidnapping (knew the story was off from jump) doesn't get in any real trouble. Also hope her homies who tried to help her don't either. If my parents tried to take me to another country indefinitely as a teen.....I absolutely woulda ran away.

— Sardonic Savage, MPA (@4hannahannah) December 18, 2019

    The people want the facts NEOW. This whole situation was sketchy from jump. I figured she was targeted but not that she orchestrated it. I really hope that’s not true

— orlando brown prince michael jacksonjr aka blanket (@cuzzinneenee) December 17, 2019

  Some folks online were skeptical from the beginning with some people accusing her mother in being in on it: 

"My initial thought is that a family member or associate knows why this happened. There are plenty of girls that age walking alone," one commenter wrote.

"I wonder if it is a family associate," another user wrote.

"omg so scary! but seems like inside job!," one person wrote.

What makes this situation worse is the fact that black women are being abducted and sold into sex trafficking. The NY Daily News released an article in 2017 about how dozens of Bronx teen girls were actually missing with fears of possible abduction and forced prostitution. There are so many women being sold into sex slavery, so for her to lie about being kidnapped is just too much.

Thoughts?

Photo: New York City Police Department

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For Day 3 of MattFoggy Week: Matt Murdock Appreciation/Favorite Matt Moment

This is... Kinda late in the day to post, but I waffled for a long time. The next chapter of the Netflix/616 crossover would’ve been perfect for today’s theme, but it’s just not done yet. Instead, have some little bits and pieces from my WIP for the Marvel TV Bang, including one of my favorite Matt moments (who could choose just one??) aka Baby’s First Act of Vigilantism; apologies to the mods if these are still supposed to be anonymous but I figured that was just for art claims purposes--

((The premise of this fic is that NYC summons Matt to protect itself from Fisk (also a demon). Since the City has no soul of its own to sell, it lets Matt choose any person he wants. ;) Three guesses who the lucky winner ends up being--))

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When Matthew Murdock dies, his hands are inches from the throat of the man who ordered his father’s murder, close enough that he can feel Roscoe Sweeney’s body heat against the pads of his fingers, pulsing like blood. They get no closer than that.

He takes a single bullet to the base of his skull, and can still feel the burn of it when he no longer has a skull to feel at all.

Matthew Murdock falls through the cracks, the way he always has. His body is destroyed beyond recognition and dumped without ceremony or care into the East River. There’s no one to miss him. No one to wonder if his soul has passed on.

It hasn’t.

The devil in him claws to the surface, clings to the City, clings to revenge, laughs at the way the City – webbed with energy and darkness and pain like a cracked windowpane – clings back. And even when the rest falls away, all the senses that remain falling silent with no input at all, there’s a piece the City in Matt and a piece of Matt in the City. A seed of each one in the other, a place where they’re the same – ravenous, protective, wounded.

And so perhaps in the end that’s the reason – the reason that, eleven years later when the City feels its first stirrings of true fear, it pulls Matthew Murdock out of the nothing, out of the void, out of the Ether. Draws him like a blade from that empty realm of demons and offers him anything he asks for.

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The first thing he hears as he gasps in his first breath is screaming. Everything screaming. Himself, screaming. Every sense warring with the unprecedented, sudden onslaught of information. It’s like being blinded all over again.

… All over again.

Because he was. Blind. Before, yes. Before the aching gulf of nothing, before the Ether. Before it, he’d been… He’d been…

Matthew, the City seems to sing, soothing him from its barrage of sounds and smells and textures. Matthew Michael Murdock.

Yes. It all comes back to him, leeching through him like blood through veins – Jack Murdock, the accident, the orphanage, Stick… The mobsters.

The gun.

One shaking hand reaches for the back of his neck, but there’s no scar beneath his sensitive fingertips. Just soft skin and the wispy, silken brush of hair. The City has made him whole again. Bright and shiny and new.

And older. He must… He must be older, he thinks to himself, because he had been only seventeen when he died and he feels sturdier, a little taller than he did then. When Matt rubs a hand across his face, shakily assessing the differences in his body, he feels the itchy rasp of stubble where before there had been nothing but smooth skin.

The clothes he’s wearing are different too, not the simple, threadbare things he’d had on – hand-me-downs from the orphanage. Instead, the fabric against his skin is soft, gentle. High in quality, fitted like a dream. A button-up shirt, a silk tie, a suit jacket and slacks. Dress shoes. There are a pair of glasses perched on his nose. He pulls them off slowly, runs the pad of his thumb along the edge of the frames. Round. Matt slips them back onto his face. He tries to imagine the picture he makes. Professional, maybe. Like the lawyer his dad always wanted him to be.

A strange, contented feeling fills him that he knows is not his own. It’s the City, taking pride in its work, telling him, Look what We have made of you, feel the strength We have given you. And there is strength. A well of power so deep it almost scares him, thrumming under his skin, between muscle and bone.

The power of a demon.

Because that’s what he is now, he realizes with a shudder. A demon. One of the more-than-human creatures that stalk the streets of the City, that leave black Marks on the skin of the people living in it like dirty fingerprints.

The City has always had demons in it, and they have always had magic, but this? It’s beyond anything Matt recalls hearing about as a child or a young man. What he’s been given is fathomless. He could do anything with this power. Rip the world apart and put it back together.

But even with so much magic at his beck and call, he’s— cold. It’s like a hunger but it aches in his fingers and his heart instead of his belly. He… Needs something. Something…

The asphalt is warm under his feet, hums with life and energy, but not enough. The City can’t give Matt what he needs. What he needs…

That’s right, he thinks to himself. That’s right. A soul. He needs a soul. But even if the City is full of souls, it doesn’t have one of its own to keep Matt warm.

What warmth it does have surrounds Matt, strokes a summer breeze against his cheek and says— It’s ok. Choose one. Any one you want is yours, if you do as We ask.

And Matt is so desperately hungry for that warmth, and he loves his City – remembers, from Before, having always loved it, having learned that love from his father and from the people around him – that he says yes without any hesitation at all.

The deal is struck.

The City needs a protector, and Matt needs a soul, and then… Then the screams inside them both will stop.

--

It’s not long into his summoning that Matt hears the girl crying. Every night, crying. Her father comes into her room at night, and terrible things happen, and she cries.

The City is used to those sobs, even if it doesn’t like them. To Matt, though, they’re grating. They fray his nerves, rub them raw. But this isn’t in his deal, this isn’t part of the plan.

Still, it… It doesn’t always take demon magic to fix the world’s problems. Matt phones in an anonymous tip. He waits, he hopes.

The crying doesn’t stop. It actually gets worse – silent and gasping and painful. Helpless rage burns in his stomach like cold fire, only enhancing the chills that shiver through his body. But there is nothing he can do, no part of this that he can wrestle under the heading of the City’s deal. And the City is used to the crying, even when it hates it. It has to live with every person in it, the girl’s father included – the City doesn’t love him, but he’s still a part of it, one flickering flame among millions. And the only ones Matt is allowed to harm are the ones the City summoned him to. There’s no cruelty to the way it ushers Matt far from the girl’s window, but it still hurts. Aches inside him like a festering wound that Matt worries will never be healed.

Until the girl does something new. Until the night that she sets a book, dank with mildew, on her bedroom floor with a heavy thump. Scribbles something into the wood of the floorboards in firm strokes of what must be, by smell and sound, chalk. Dark energy fizzles in the air that night, a summoning to be done, a deal to be made. A deal born of vengeance and terror and the desperation of a child betrayed. A deal that sings for him. And Matt is clever, and he’s powerful, and he’s the City’s favorite. The deal is his almost before he can think to ask for it.

--

Matt’s hands are wrapped with cloth but the man’s blood seeps through them. It’s hot and soothing against his skin. He wants to bathe in it, use it to drive away the chill that still haunts his bones. When Matt flashes his victim a smile, his teeth are fangs and there are huge, twisted horns sprouting from his skull.

“Touch your daughter again and I’ll know,” Matt breathes, pressing a burning hand to the man’s jaw and leaving behind his Mark; a warning, a brand – equal and opposite to the one hidden beneath his daughter’s sleeve, a jagged mirror of Matt’s Mark that flares with malevolence instead of protection. “Touch her again and you die.”

“W-who are you?” the man demands, terror laced through every breath.

Demons don’t have names. Don’t remember them. They choose new ones, when they surface. And even though the City returned his name to him, Matt knows what he wants to say. Knows the message he wants to send this man and anyone like him.

Those Murdock boys, he remembers his grandmother saying, can almost remember the way the wrinkles creased her face, they got the Devil in ‘em. There’s nothing in Matt now – not even a soul – so he knows there’s no Devil in him.

Matt grins, savors the stinging, already-healing pain of the split in his lip.

“Me? I’m the Devil.”

And as long as that means he can keep the City safe, keep people like Eva safe… Well, Matt’s just fine with that.

--

Karen’s companion smells heady and sweet, enough that Matt can almost taste it on his tongue. Enough that his fingers twitch with desire when he considers burying his nose in the man’s neck to better inhale his scent. Even more alluringly, the man’s soul swirls with magic – Matt is put in mind of photos of the galaxy that he saw as a child. It’s blazingly warm, like sunlight on the skin, and it dances when the man laughs a perfect, glittering laugh. A tremble born of arousal, of hunger, chases its way through Matt’s body at the sound.

 --

“Are, um,” Karen asks hesitantly. “Are demon Marks always black?”

“What kind of question is that?”

The stranger sounds puzzled, concerned, and the tone of his voice – so full of care, love – sends another shiver of pleasure down Matt’s spine. He wants that tone with a greed that borders on terrifying. Wants it directed at himself.

“Well.” Karen’s voice breaks Matt out of the trance. “Well, say one was… Red. What might that mean?”

The rhythm of the man’s steps stutters, halts.

“Karen, I have literally never heard of a red Mark in my life. Is there… Something you want to tell me? You didn’t, you know, make a deal or something, did you?”

“No!” Karen lies. “No. Just, you know, curious, I suppose.”

“Right.” Her companion doesn’t sound at all convinced. “Well, you know… You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“Yeah, Foggy, of course. Of course I do. Really, it’s nothing.”

 --

Foggy, Matt mouths to himself, feels the shape of the name on his tongue. Foggy Nelson. It’s… Silly. Whimsical, and gentle, and sweet. Like the man it belongs to. Perfect.

Franklin Percy Nelson, the City purrs proudly – first-middle-last with no hesitation, not even considering the power that name could give Matt over the man strolling, unaware, down the street below him. The power to break free of any spell he casts, to thwart any exorcism he attempts… Even to bewitch or enchant him. It’s an intimate knowledge, but it’s not one Matt wants from the City – it’s not something he wants to use or exploit.

And anyway, he… He likes ‘Foggy’ better than Franklin.

But while Matt might be— enamored, he’s not a fool. Very rarely is anything as it seems at first— Er. Well. Matt isn’t much for glancing. But the point is that people aren’t always what they seem. And as much as he doesn’t want to think that this could be the case with Foggy… Matt’s not used to good things falling into his lap. He wants to be sure, to be absolutely certain, before he makes his choice.

He’s got a little recon to do. The City seems amused with he whole thing, and it doesn’t protest. Actually even seems eager to find out what Matt will do next. He takes this show of interest as the gift it is, and temporarily shifts his focus, from the City’s deal to Foggy.

#mattfoggyweek #matt murdock #daredevil #mattfoggy #writing

[monaedroid]

Janelle Monáe has landed. Since 2007, she has been beloved for funky records that map out the world of Cindi Mayweather, her android alter-ego who lives in the year 2719. Now, Monáe’s turning the sonic spaceship around. “This album is more near-future,” says a thoughtful yet lighthearted Monáe of Dirty Computer, over lunch a few months before her two big concerts in NYC. “So, for the first time, I’m like, ‘Okay, I’m here now.’ ” The LP, an amalgam of dancy beats, classic R&B and laid-back neo-soul grooves, has an impressive guest list: Grimes, Pharrell, Stevie Wonder, Zoë Kravitz and Brian Wilson all make cameos. More impressively, though, the new effort launches us into the Moonlight and Hidden Figures star’s reality—her feminism and activism, her self-described pansexuality and what it’s like to be black in America today. Pleased to meet you, Janelle.

I love your super-stylized look. Where do you mine your inspiration? I love the ’80s. I’ve been pulling from Bowie, Blondie—just when people didn’t give a fuck about their clothes. It was a vibe. It wasn’t about name brands; it wasn’t about designers. Everything you had on was about how you wanted to express yourself. You didn’t let the trends speak over your art.

Prince, who worked on Dirty Computer, seemed to believe that, too. Prince has been an inspiration to me since I was a little girl. He did, in fact, scare me a lot. I think it was the fact that I had never seen a man express himself like Prince. You just got the sense that this is a free-ass motherfucker, you know? And it inspired my free-ass–motherfucker spirit. And then I got to form a great personal relationship with him. If anybody understood where I was trying to go musically and sonically, it was him. Whatever you needed, he would say, “I’m here.”

Your past few records were set far in the future. Was there a moment in terms of women’s rights that made you think “I need to move to the present”?

It was the whole. It wasn’t just women’s rights; it was also minority rights, poor people’s rights. And if you think about the election—like, Americans voted [Trump] into office, and everything he stands for is so divisive. That right there should be enough to make you feel awake, alive and feel a responsibility.

Was it tough to explore those issues? I really just had to spend time getting to understand myself: How do I talk about these questions that upset me? How do I talk about the sting of being called a bitch for the first time? How do I talk about the sting of feeling like my existence as a minority could get me shot and killed by police? Speaking to Stevie Wonder was a help. He’s on an interlude on the album. I don’t want to misquote him, but it goes: “Do not let your words of anger get in the way of your expressions of love.” I think this album is rooted in that.

What narratives drive Dirty Computer? I think the narrative first comes from a young African-American woman living in America through my lens. You take off the makeup, the costumes, the artist—I am the daughter and descendant of working-class parents and grandparents. My grandmother picked cotton in Aberdeen, Mississippi. She helped build this country, and when I think about being a woman, being a minority and being a queer black woman, I think it makes me feel a deeper responsibility to make sure people who are like me feel seen, are heard and feel celebrated.

On Twitter, Missy Elliott wrote, “I wonder what artist would take a chance on me directing a video for them.” And you essentially did this: [Raises hand]

Oh my god. First of all, I grew up idolizing Missy Elliott. She is the master of visuals, so I would be honored to have her do anything. It’s been a long time coming.

When did you first meet? When I first started my career, I did a showcase here in New York City. I was so nervous. I didn’t look like any of the other artists who were performing that night. My music didn’t sound like them, and I was in this tuxedo and had natural hair. I wasn’t what you would call a “typical” R&B black female artist, and I was really having anxiety about it. I did my thing, and I remember seeing her in the audience. When I came offstage, she was one of the first people to greet me. She told me she loved my performance and thought I had something special. Just the affirmation I got from her right there helped me embrace the things that make me unique.

Who is inspiring you now? I love Cardi B’s authenticity. I think I’m just inspired by strong women. I’m inspired by the #MeToo movement; I’m inspired by Time’s Up. I’m inspired that black people are telling our stories for ourselves. We’re not letting society or the entertainment industry erase our stories—they’re coming out authentic. I’m inspired to be alive during a time when Black Panther is kicking so much ass at the box office. We’re in an incredible time.

Photograph: Colette Aboussouan

.https://www.timeout.com/newyork/music/janelle-monae-on-prince-metoo-and-her-free-ass-motherfucker-spirit

#janelle monae #janellemonae #dirtycomputer #timeout #timeoutmagazine #nycprimeshot #new york #metoo #dirty computer #prince

[dylanobrienisbatman]

100 Questions

it’s long so it’s under the cut, but man was this fun. thanks for the tag @the-most-beautiful-broom ♥ i’ll tag my loves (if you want to haha this is a lot) @raven-reyes-of-sunshine @perhalta @dracovengeance @hedaalicia and @amihanmayari

1. What is your nickname? Bails

2. How old are you? 24

3. What is your birth month? February

4. What is your zodiac sign? Aquarius!

5. What is your favorite color? green (Aw hey linds, same !!) 

6. What’s your lucky number? I was number 8 for marching band every single year (F8 for flute 8) except my junior year, and my junior year we had a shit show, so im calling that. 

7. Do you have any pets? 5 dogs back home in seattle but none where i live now or in NY when i get back

8. Where are you from? everywhere and nowhere. my dads military. but im american! 

9. How tall are you? 5’ 5″

10. What shoe size are you? 7

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? A whole lot, but they’re not always all with me. 

12. Are you random? not really. im pretty set in my routines and very comfortably a home body

13. Last person you texted? my best friend @broadwaybound2016

14. Are you psychic in any way? not even a little tbh

15. Last TV show watched? The Bold Type (WATCH IT ITS AMAZING)

16. Favorite movie? I’m not really sure but i just watched Love, Simon and im literally just crying because of it right now so im gonna go with that until further notice

17. Favorite show from your childhood? probably Lizze McGuire

18. Do you want children? Nope

19. Do you want a church wedding? I dont really want to get married

20. What is your religion? agnostic? maybe? im not religious, and not very spiritual. I love spirituality, things like crystals and stuff, but i try not to appropriate those things from groups/cultures who actually use them. I’d love to learn more about them and be someone who actually knew how to practice but, again, i dont want to step on toes culturally and take things that aren’t mine to take

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? a lot! a ton of surgeries on my ears

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? nope, im literally a goody two shoes

23. How is life? lovely

24. Baths or showers? showers!

25. What color socks are you wearing? i dont really wear socks? i like those little half socks. I’m not wearing any rn

26. Have you ever been famous? nope.

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? probably. i’d love to have a voice, and if it was for doing something i love, i cant think of anything better than getting to share my passion with the world like that. But it would definitely be a lot of pressure

28. What type of music do you like? i’m into literally anything. I love Hayley Kiyoko, the 1975, big fan of just basic pop like ariana grande and charlie puth, Harry Styles’s album is a masterpiece, Shawn Mendes, 5th Harmony. i love anything.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Yes!!

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? just two!

31. What position do you usually sleep in? on my stomach

32. How big is your house? my house at home is a 5 bedroom 3 bath, my apt in amsterdam rn is just a room in a hotel type place with my own bathroom, and my apt in nyc is a studio

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? i literally hardly ever eat breakfast, but i love a bagel

34. Have you ever left the country? I’m in europe RIGHT NOW! lol

35. Have you ever tried archery? once, i was terrible

36. Do you like anyone? Not right now, but i might want too

37. Favorite swear word? i love the word fuck. it’s got so much you can do with it. i swear like a sailor.

38. When do you fall asleep? ummmmmm? whenever i guess lol 

39. Do you have any scars? A few small ones. a decent one on my knee from falling off my bike when i was 8

40. Sexual orientation? Bisexual

41. Are you a good liar? excellent

42. What languages would you like to learn? ALLLL the languages. I’d love to learn native hawai’ian. i spent my high school years there and the culture is so incredible, and i was so welcomed into it by my friends who were from there, i’d love a chance to really connect too it and try to learn that. 

43. Top 10 songs? Oh boy... im just gonna bullet these because i cant decide the order but this is the general

the way i am - charlie puth

young god - halsey 

rather be - clean bandit

feelings - hayley kiyoko

woman - harry styles 

make me feel - janelle monáe 

six inch heels - beyonce 

get right witcha - migos

my my my - troye sivan 

nice for what - drake 

44. Do you like your country? i’m torn at the moment. I hate tr*mp and everything him and his stand for, but i think america can be a wonderful place. 

45. Do you have friends from the web? Yes!! <3

46. What is your personality type? MBTI: INTP 

47. Hogwarts House? Ravenclaw

48. Can you curl your tongue? yes!

49. Pick one fictional character you can relate to? I am Hermione and Hermione is me. (also i really relate a lot to Lexa from the 100, which... is interesting. the way she suppresses feelings, her generally logical approach to things, the way she is totally useless around pretty girls.) 

50. Left or right handed? right!

51. Are you scared of spiders? If they’re like, big spiders yes. or if they come out of nowhere. im way more scared of cockroaches tho.

52. Favorite food? For some reason this question has been really hard for me lately? idk. i love a good indian style curry, and tacos? 

53. Favorite foreign food? Indian!

54. Are you a clean or messy person? I’m CLEAN, but im messy. i feel like cleanliness and orderliness have been misconstrued to mean the same thing, but clean is to dirty as orderly is to messy. I’m clean and messy, i am not very orderly, and i am NOT dirty. 

55. If you could switch your gender for a day, what would you do? Experience a walk down the street in a city at night where im not afraid

56. What color underwear? black

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? not too long, but it sometimes takes me a long ass time to pick an outfit 

58. Do you have much of an ego? It’s as big as it should be. 

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? i suck on them until i can bite them

60. Do you talk to yourself? Constantly.

61. Do you sing to yourself? Hell yeah

62. Are you a good singer? i’m decent but i need another voice to match with. on my own i can’t carry a tune. 

63. Biggest Fears? failure. and heights. 

64. Are you a gossip? I can be, but never about like.. bad things. I like to talk about how this friend or that friend did x y z cool thing but im not like “omg did you hear so and so hooked up with so and so” 

65. Are you a grammar nazi? Not really because i can’t spell for shit

66. Do you have long or short hair? Short-ish? i cut my hair in march of LAST YEAR and then trimmed it again this year and i want it to fucking grow

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? i would definitely forget some

68. Favorite school subject? History

69. Extrovert or Introvert? Pretty introverted. 

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nah, im not allowed too for medical reasons

71. What makes you nervous? when I see kids wandering and their parents not noticing (okay im keeping that because me too, but also travelling? like the in-transit part of travel, catching busses/trains/planes makes me panic)

72. Are you scared of the dark? not at all

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? i try not too unless its major. usually its unintentional or the mistake is irrelevant to the flow of the conversation/situation  

74. Are you ticklish? Yes, but i hate being tickled unless its like, my sister or my dad

75. Have you ever started a rumor? No

76. Have you ever been out of your home country? Yes i have lol (linds, ily, we DEFINITELY have been over this already)

77. Have you ever drank underage? a little, but not until i was like 19, and then i was in europe for 6 months, so i didnt REALLY drink underage until i was like... less than 6 months to 21

78. Have you ever done drugs? Pot pretty regularly here in Amsterdam, and i’ve done shrooms

79. What do you fantasize about? getting a beautiful loft in a big city (preferrably london or NYC), with a kick ass job, a dog, and maybe a girlfriend with huge curly hair.

80. How many piercings do you have? Four

81. Can you roll your R’s? Yep!

82. How fast can you type? I just took a little online quiz that said i can type 72 words per minute with 93% accuracy? 

83. How fast can you run? lol I don’t run (same linds... same)

84. What color is your hair? brown!

85. What color are your eyes? Green!

86. What are you allergic to? I’m a bit lactose intolerant and pineapple makes my tongue itch?

87. Do you keep a journal? no, but i wish i did sometimes 

88. Are you depressed about anything? I’m not depressed “about anything”, im just generally someone who experiences a pretty mild case of depression.

89. Do you like your age? Yeah, i dig it.

90. What makes you angry? bigotry, ignorance, and spilling things. I spill drinks constantly, i spilled a WHOLE BOWL OF CEREAL ON MY FLOOR THE OTHER NIGHT.  

91. Do you like your own name? I didn’t used too but i really do now

92. Did you ever get a foreign object up your nose? not that i know of

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child? I don’t want kids. 

94. What talents do you have? i have a pretty great memory, but for random things i dont need 

95. Sun or moon? Moon <3

96. How did you get your name? My dad, he just liked it. My middle name was also my dad, he heard the name Jess on the movie A Man From Snowy River and he thought it was a nice like, nickname/pet name, so he gave me the middle name Ges (pronounced like Jess) with the intent of calling me that (it didnt stick), but he didn’t want anyone to think my middle name was Jessica, so he spelled it Ges.

97. Are you religious? I am not, but i have a lot of respect for the concept of religion, as long as its used for the real purpose, which is to make people feel peace and help people find love and comfort. 

98. Have you ever been to a therapist? I have not, but i shold

99. Color of your bedspread? White

100. Color of your room? White, with one black wall 

#about me #this was so fun thanks linds #tag game

[starryfictionalgirl]

Partners in (Fighting) Crime Chapter 13: Partners in Fighting Crime

Masterlist Partners in (Fighting) Crime

Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!hero!reader

Warnings: Cursing, violence, angst, mentions of smut.

Summary: You and Peter face your biggest challenge yet, saving NYC from the weapons dealers and facing an unexpected challenge along the way.

A/N: Loosely based of off the song Partners in Crime by Set it Off. Here it is guys! The finale of Partners in (Fighting) Crime! It’s pretty long but super good! So please read it and I hope you enjoy! This series may be the best thing I’ve ever written I’m super proud of this final part to the series so please take a read!

You held Peter and the two of you landed in some bushes by the opening of the hangar.

"What is that thing?" He asks.

"I don't know. Can't you scan it or something?" You ask him.

"Sure can!" He says proudly and scans. "Oh my God..." He says and tenses. "Babe it's a huge bomb that they're going to use to blow up half of NYC!"

You felt lightheaded like you were about to throw up.

"It's that powerful?" You ask.

"Well essentially it's a bunch of bombs all put together. Not one huge explosion but a bunch of little ones that once the first one goes off will deploy and then there'll be explosions in other parts of the city." He explains.

"Peter...We have to do something! Can you figure out how to stop it?" You ask and Peter scans it again.

"Not from here...We'll have to get closer." He says. "Looks like we'll have to punch our way through this one..."

"Alright let's go in!" You tell Peter and start running forward.

"Wait!" Peter calls back to you. You turn to him. "Don't I get a kiss first? Isn't that what couples do before they go off to battle?" Peter asks and lifts up his mask a bit to reveal his mouth and he puckers his lips.

You rolled your eyes and walked over to your boyfriend and planted a sweet, long kiss on his lips.

"Satisfied?" You ask him and he smirks and pulls his mask back down.

"Very." He says.

"Let's get going Spidey." You tell him.

You both start by sneaking your way in. Peter shoots his web at one of the guards and yanks them back. Then you would knock them out with a punch or a kick to keep them quiet. Eventually you snuck around all the big crates and you both jumped on top of one to make an entrance. Peter cleared his throat.

"Step away from the weapon!" Peter announces in a ridiculously deep voice and it takes everything in you to keep from laughing. But you couldn't help but snort a little bit. "Babe don't do that you're ruining our entrance." He whines softly.

"I can't help it your voice sounds so funny!" You whisper shout and giggle a bit. He groans and turns back to the villains who were now all pointing various weaponry at them. "Everybody freeze!" Peter commands them.

"Nobody move!" You add.

"Shut down that bomb!" Peter demands.

"Or we'll have to fight you." You add. "This is your last warning."

"Shut down this weapons business once and for all. And my doll and I'll be on our way." Peter says and wraps an arm around your shoulders.

"Your doll?" You ask Peter.

"Yeah! It's my new nickname for you. Do you like it? It makes us sound older." Peter says.

"Yeah like Steve old! Pete they're supposed to think we're in our 20's not from the 20's!" You whisper shout to him.

Someone hit you with a blast and you flew back into a crate. Peter looked at the guy who had just shot his girlfriend.

"Oh dude, you really shouldn't have just done that." He tells the man.

He looked confused. Then out of nowhere you flew straight towards him and took him out, sending him into the crates. You looked down at the black blast mark that was on your red chest plate.

"Seriously! My best friend made me this and now I'm going to have to waste time cleaning it because of you jerks!" You yell and start flying around at top speed and stealing their weapons so Peter could deal with them.

"Yeah nobody messes with my girlfriend!" Peter tells one guy he just webbed up.

"Why? Because then you'll beat us up?" He asks.

From behind Peter he sees you lift a jeep and toss it at a crowd of guards that were coming at you. They all screamed and scattered, now terrified to fight you.

"Nah man she's got that covered." Peter says then shoots a web at a lamp post and swings off to join you in battle.

The two of you make quick work of the guards and make your way over to the bomb.

"Babe can you figure out how to disable this thing?" You ask Peter and he scans it as quick as he can.

"Yeah! I've got it! You fight off any other guards that come out here I'll disarm it!" Peter announces and rips out a control panel cover and gets to work rewiring it.

All of a sudden he spasmed and fell on the ground, his suit sparking and making him thrash around.

"Baby what's wrong?" You ask worriedly and rush over to him and cradle him in your arms, looking him over trying to figure out what's going on.

"My suit. It's like someone's hacked it..." He groans and tries to get Karen to run some tests but he could barely hear her voice through all of the static.

You heard a low evil laugh behind you and turned around to find someone decked out in a black metal suit like Iron Man's with glowing wires on the sides, that led up to his fists and he smiled at you as he pressed a touch pad on his wrist and made Peter thrash around on the ground.

"Whatever you're doing to him stop!" You demand.

"And let that annoying bug hack my computer." He chuckles. "I don't think so princess." He says darkly and presses a button and Peter cries out in pain as he's shocked with electricity.

"Spidey!" You exclaim and tears spill from your eyes as you watch your boyfriend spasm in pain.

In an instant you had left Peter and flew straight towards the bastard that was hurting him. He knew that you were coming for him. And you knew that he knew that. So just when he thought you were simply making a straight attack and punched, you had flown up, grabbed his arm and twisted it, and threw him into some crates. It created an explosion since they were filled with bombs and you wiped your hands and went back over to Peter.

"Well that was easy..." Peter says.

"Yeah. That's the thing about tech suits. Sure they give you a bunch of features. But they're not worth shit if you can't trust your own gut and know how to actually fight." You explain to Peter and he groans a bit and holds his side. "Are you sure you're okay?" You ask him.

"I'll be fine." He tells you. "I heal fast remember."

The two of you smile at each other. Then all of a sudden two metal sheets wrap around your waist and legs, constricting your movement and you're flung backwards into the ground. You groaned and struggled against your binds, worried when you noticed the man in the suit hadn't been destroyed like you thought, and was now moving towards Peter.

"You are a clever girl young Dragonfly." He says darkly to you. "In fact, as I have been hearing about you and your spider's partnership I have come to admire your drive and prowess in battle." He compliments.

"Then why are you hurting her!" Peter demands and shoots a taser web at the villain and shocks him.

He chuckles as the electricity shoots through him.

"Those webs won't hurt me silly little spider." He laughs and grabs the web and throws Peter over his shoulder and he lands on the ground with a thud. "And I'm not going to hurt her. I'm going to save her, and make her more powerful."

"How? By torturing her, making her feel worthless until she succumbs to your warped beliefs? That won't work on her. She's too strong for that! Too strong for you!" Peter declares and shoots a web grenade at the man and he gets blasted onto the ground laughing.

"Oh how ignorant you are..." He says and Peter comes over to him and stares him down. "I know that won't work. No one owns her and no one ever can. The way she became so strong was by eliminating the man who held her back..."

"What are you talking about?..." Peter asks.

"Spidey." You said in a soft voice, turning to him. "You know how I was raised by my abusive dad until a year ago right?" He nods.

"What does that have to do with this?" He asks.

"The night I got my powers was the same night I ran away from home...after killing my father." You say and then dead silence falls over the area.

No one said anything. You just watched as the eyes on Peter's mask widened a bit and he stiffened. He looked scared, you felt your heart breaking. He must think you're some sort of monster.

"You killed him?" He asked you softly.

"It was an accident." You choke out softly and tears start to form in your eyes. "I was just defending myself but I didn't know how strong I was. I punched him in the head really hard and then he was just laying there on the ground...I checked his pulse and...there wasn't anything. You must think I'm some sort of monster now..." You explain and Peter tries to come over to you to hug you.

"No way! Of course I don't! You didn't mean to it was-" He tries to say.

He wanted to hold you in his arms, tell you that everything was alright and tell you how much he loved you. But he couldn't. Because the man behind him had broken out of the webbing and grabbed him by the neck. He chuckled lowly.

"An accident. Yes." He says.

"How the hell do you know about that?" You spit at the man holding your boyfriend and try to get out of your restraints.

They were holding you by some sort of alien technology that you couldn't break through.

"Because I was there that night and saw the whole thing." He explains. "And I'm here to let you know that you are guilty for nothing my dear daughter." He takes off the mask on his suit and fear shoots through you as you look upon your father's face.

"Dad..." You say softly.

"Dad!" Pete exclaims. "He's your father! Really!" He sounded super annoyed. "How come every villain I have to fight is always the father of the girl I like!"

"Calm down Peter Parker." Your dad says and squeezes his throat.

"Let go of him!" You say and struggle more, trying to use all of your strength to break free. "You hurt me my whole life and there's no way in hell I'm going to let you hurt him!"

"Why are you fighting me?" Your father asks. "I'm trying to help you become stronger. You see, once your knew hero persona appeared on the scene I knew it was you. You're the only person I know with dragonfly wings and super strength. And you were very close with Spider-Man and through some little spying discovered that my Y/N was dating Peter Parker. So obviously he's Spider-Man. And there were some weapon sellers who were very angry about him destroying their business...So naturally I got along well with them. But there was also something else I realized. He's holding you back my dear. You claim that no one owns you and yet you let this little brat tell you which battles to fight, when you should rest, what the plan is, I mean what a hypocrite! I mean imagine all of the power you could possess and good you could do on your own, without being held back by this little pathetic wimp! Honestly if you wanted to be restricted like that you should have just stayed with me."

"You're the one who's pathetic for thinking that I let him control me like you used to do to me! The difference is that I actually love Peter! We're equals! We both consent to everything we want to do. And each of our opinions matter. That's a healthy relationship! And the other part...Is that Peter understands me better than anyone else. He makes me feel so happy and I get so happy by seeing him happy. It's something I wouldn't trade for anything else. I love him..." You say.

"I love you too princess." Peter chokes out.

"I had a feeling you would say that." Your father says. "You've been brainwashed by love. I was like that once. Then your mother died and everything became clear and I realized that I didn't need her as much as I thought I did. So now because I love you so much I'm going to liberate you as well!"

He squeezed Peter's neck tight and then threw him into some crates of bombs then fired a blast at them with one of those high tech weapons. You watched as Peter struggled in the crates. He wasn't quick enough because the lack of air he was getting had disoriented him and the whole thing blew up before he had a chance to get out.

You couldn't even describe the feeling that came over you. It was like you had died as well. But then your anger surged and your mind went blank as you broke out of your bonds and ran over to your father. You punched him and kicked him and threw him around, trying to make it even. Trying to make him feel as much pain as you felt right now.

"Yes! That's it darling! Kick me! Punch me! Feel how much stronger you have become now that you're free!" He says.

"I was free with Peter..." You tell him. "And now you took that away from me too!" You say and stab him in the leg with your sword and he cries out in pain. "I'll kill you for real this time you bastard!" You tell him.

"If you do that then half of New York will die." He says. "I'm the only one who can stop that bomb."

"Then I guess I won't stop it..." You say and fly over to it and hold out your sword.

"Y/N!" He exclaims.

"You want to light this thing up so badly...Fine! But we're both going down with it!" You say and cut threw some wires that Peter had pulled out and that set off the bomb.

"NO!" Peter exclaimed as he saw the first big explosion and you get engulfed in flames.

He had just managed to escape his own demise by rolling off into a ditch but just as he got back up you were killed.

"Again, I can't save someone I love..." He mutters to himself then starts to cry.

But like you, his grief was soon replaced with fury and he was determined to eliminate these horrible weapons sellers once and for all!

You groaned and sat up in the bushes after you got flung into the woods by the force of the blast before the flames could reach you. Once you regained enough strength you got up and made your way back to the hangar where the bomb was. And you saw your thought to be dead Spider-Man fucking shit up. Your eyes were wide and you let out a small sob and cupped your mouth. A surge of happiness went through you when you saw Peter had survived! But you had also never seen Peter so mad and so strong and forceful. This wasn't your innocent awkward Peter right now. This was something like the Hulk. You were scared, but also, there was something rather heartwarming about Peter getting so upset over your "death". He loved you so much that he would get this upset over you getting killed. You smiled a bit but then knew you should stop him so you made your way over to the current ball of fury that was your boyfriend. Peter flipped a guard over his shoulder and started punching him, harder than he should have. You rushed over to Peter and held his shoulders.

"Peter! Peter baby it's fine! I'm fine..." You tell him and he visibly relaxes and drops the guy then runs over to you and hugs you as tight as he can and you do the same to him.

"You're not hurt at all?" He asks. You shake your head no.

"No...I heal fast too remember." You remind him.

"Oh yeah! Forgot about that..." He says and looks at the guy that he just beat up who was now groaning in pain. "I'm really sorry about that man." Peter says. "You see I thought your boss killed my girlfriend and-"

"Enough apologizing come on there's a bunch of other bombs that just got thrown somewhere and we have to stop them!" You exclaim and grab Peter's arm.

"Not so fast my dear..." Your father says and flies down in front of you two. "It appears that bombs don't stop you two...What a shame. Good thing I thought of some other things that might." He says and all of a sudden a bunch of HYDRA soldiers appear behind him. "Do you two really think you can defeat all of these trained soldiers with high tech weapons?" He asks.

"Yes." You say and look at Peter.

"Because we're lovers..." You say.

"And partners." Peter adds.

"Partners in Fighting Crime!" You both say and charge them.

The fight was rather easy. Peter launched web grenades to take care of the big groups and you attacked them from the air and at one point let Peter attach a web to you to swing from to take people down.

"Peter would you like to activate instant kill?" Karen asks.

"Karen what the fuck I told you to stop asking me that!" Peter exclaims. "I don't want to kill anyone!"

"Yes you do." She says in a bit of a darker tone.

"What?" Peter asks in a bit of a nervous tone.

"Kill them Peter...kill them all..." She says.

"Okay I'm shutting you down." Peter says and shuts down Karen's app and makes a mental note to fix her later.

Your father was shocked by how in sync the two of you were and how effective you were at taking down an army of soldiers all by yourselves. Once the last of them were taken out he turned to fly away but Peter shot his suit with a web and pulled him down and slammed him into the concrete.

"Please Y/N leave him!" Your father begs. "Being with him will only make you weak!"

"Then explain how we just took down your so called army all on our own?" You ask and smirk. "You'll never take us alive."

"I'll always fight at her side 'till death do us part." Peter says and holds your hand and gives it a soft squeeze.

You both blushed. Your dad growled and suddenly his suit started charging up. But you sensed that he would have one last trick up his sleeve so you crossed your arms in front of you and blocked the blast, holding onto the energy. Peter stared at you in amazement.

"Goodbye father." You say and fly up into the air, ready to shoot him.

But Peter saw your dad smirk and pull out a gun. He was going to shoot you while you were distracted. You were about to blast the energy back at your dad but then all of a sudden you saw two red lasers shoot him and he fell limp to the ground. You shot him anyway with the blast and flew back down to Peter.

"Pete...What was that?" You asked.

He took off his mask and gave you a serious look. He had a few tears streaming down his face.

"Instant kill." He says. "I killed your dad for you..."

"But I thought you were like me and didn't like to kill people..." You say, confused.

"I don't. But I had to this time." He says. "He had a gun ready to shoot you while you were distracted preparing to shoot him. I've already lost one person to a bullet because of me. I wasn't about to risk that happening again...I'm sorry you probably hate me but-" You hugged him.

"I love you Peter." You tell him and pull back and look at him.

"I love you too Y/N." He says and pulls you in for a passionate kiss that leaves you both breathless.

You both didn't even notice Captain America and Iron Man land in front of you.

"Do they know we're here?" Tony asks as you and Peter devour each other.

"Probably not. Spider-boy wouldn't be going to town on Y/N like that if he knew I was right here." Steve says.

Peter moaned into your mouth and started moving his hands down a bit and blushed as he gripped your ass, making you gasp softly in his mouth. Then Steve cleared his throat and Peter yelped and jumped away from you.

"Congratulations! Your names are cleared! You're both free to fight crime and lead your normal yet sort of not normal lives!" Tony announces.

"Seriously!" You exclaim and smile. "But how-"

"Steve let us know once you two left the quinjet what was going on. And we were about to come help you but then we had to go and disable the bombs that the big one that you blew up deployed and we showed up just in time to see you guys fight to save NYC and...that makes a pretty compelling argument for your freedom. So Peter's little treason is overlooked and his lovely and terrifyingly powerful girlfriend's name is in the clear as well!" Tony exclaims then gasps as Peter jumps on him and hugs him.

"Thank you so much Mr. Stark I love you so much you're the best-" Peter rambles and you laugh as Tony struggles to get him off of his suit.

"Steve he's sticking to me help me get him off!" Tony grunts.

Steve laughs and holds Peter's waist and pulls him off of Tony then sets him down next to you. Peter smiled at you and you could tell he was about to ask you something.

"You know...If we leave now...we could make it to the dance at school tonight. That is if you still want to go with me?" Peter asks shyly.

"Babe you just saved my life and you're my boyfriend of course I'm going with you!" You say and hug him tight. "But it's a Halloween dance...What are we going to go as?"

"I have a really cheesey idea..." Peter says and smirks.

Michelle stood by the bleachers in an all black outfit sipping some punch. Ned came running up to her in his Hulk costume. She snorted.

"The Hulk really?" She asks.

"Well what are you supposed to be?" Ned asks.

"The void of our existence." She says simply.

"Well I can clearly see that." He says to himself.

"What did you say?" She asks him.

"Nothing!" He squeaks and looks scared.

They hear the gym doors open and you and Peter walk in dressed up as Johnny and Baby from Dirty Dancing.

"You got her back!" Ned exclaims and he and Michelle run up to the two of you.

Michelle never looked so happy in her life and she picked you up and spun you around and Ned lifted Peter up and hugged him tight.

"But what are you guys doing here? Aren't you being hunted and stuff?" He asks.

"Nope. Our names are cleared." You say happily.

"Whoa how did that happen?" Michelle asks.

"Long story. I'll tell you all later." You say.

"I love you guy's costumes!" Michelle says. "But why Dirty Dancing?"

"Well I like the dress and Peter's always gelling his hair so it fits." You say.

Suddenly you blushed as you heard the song Time of My Life play and Peter smirking at you.

"You little shit..." You mutter and he smirks.

"May I have this dance princess?" He asks and holds out his hand and you smile.

"Of course." You say and take it and he leads you out to the dance floor.

He was a surprisingly good dancer. Everyone had formed a circle around the two of you and cheered you two on while you danced with each other. And then Peter started backing up and he held out his arms for you. You smiled and ran towards him and he grasped your waist and lifted you up. Everyone cheered again. Peter brought you down and kissed you. Even though everyone was freaking out around you. It felt like it was just the two of you.

"So what do you guys want to show us?" You ask Michelle and Ned as they lead you and Peter upstairs in the bakery.

"A little something Ned and I got together for you guys." Michelle says and you and Peter look suspicious but nevertheless follow them.

You and Peter's jaws dropped when you saw the transformation the second floor had gone under. There were two high tech computers on opposite ends of the room. Michelle hit a button and a wall slid out and your suits were revealed in high tech display cases.

"Thanks to some generous donations from Tony Stark Sweet Pete's now doubles as your very own base of operations!" Ned declares.

"This is incredible! Are those computers for us!" Peter exclaims.

"No!" Michelle angrily shouts. "Those are for me and Ned. You guys already have the cool suits! Let the people in the chairs get something cool of their own for once." She says and you smile at her.

"What's that room for?" You ask and point to a door by the stairs.

"Oh that's just a spare bedroom. We'll probably find a use for it later." Michelle says and shrugs.

"What about Aunt May?" Peter asks.

"Your suits hide in the wall and we just told her that the computers are for research projects me and MJ are doing as a part of our new Stark internships." Ned says and they show their Stark Industries badges to you guys.

"This is so amazing..." You say.

Suddenly an alarm goes off.

"Looks like you two better suit up and head out!" Michelle says and you and Peter smile at each other and do as she says.

It all worked out great. Michelle and Ned ran operations for you guys while you fought crime and defended NYC. And you and Peter fell in love with each other even more over the once y'all were legal you two couldn't keep your hands off of each other! Michelle and Ned knew never to go in the spare bedroom in your headquarters after a mission. After the first time you two came back they had come up to congratulate you and from the moans and other noises they heard in that room the two of them knew that you probably didn't want to be disturbed and rushed downstairs to stuff their faces with cupcakes to forget what they just heard and they never bothered the two of you after a mission again.

It was pretty obvious that the two of you would get married. And you did. Peter proposed to you by writing out "Y/N will you marry me?" In a web under the same bridge he asked you to the dance with. And after beating him up a bit for being so cheesey you of course agreed to be his wife.

That spare bedroom still got a lot of use ;). But then one day you two gave it a different one. Because one of the times you two "used" the bedroom, you created the need for it to become a nursery. And now there was a crib and some Avengers toys. And a little mobile with dragonflies and spiders hanging over your daughter's head that she could fall asleep under while her parents were out fighting crime. One day your little wall-crawler with dragonfly wings would join you and your husband in the fight against evil. But for now you and Peter were, and always will be partners in fighting crime.

A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading this series and I hope you enjoyed! If enough people want me to I will probably write up a one shot based epilogue for this with some smut (taking place when they're over 18) so stay tuned! This has been my favorite thing to write and I hope you guys loved reading it as much as I loved writing it! I will continue to write other stories for Peter but thank you again for reading this series!

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[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

African Limo Driver named Chap, infiltrated

See we would walk two blocks Or more from where we were

We are literally 8 and 6 years old and we look like knock outs. Beautiful.

So we Didnt want to get raped or wait hours for a Trump car when Taxi was right there

So we would get in and act like whores and see what the driver did.

So i would memorize the cab plate numbers because they had letter and numbers as oppose to the cab numbers and aura feelings and she would remember the faces because people's eyes scared me from staring back in the mirror. Some still haunt me.

So this way we would be safe to taxi.

Then we would become friends because I would feel the person emotionally energy over time -- I was 6.

So like one night Ivana felt a bad feeling from one and said to skip it

But i knew the tag we rode it 4 times already and told her the times but he was parked at the curb funny and kept backing up

And I said Ivanka, I'm getting in something is wrong. I always called her Ivana. So she jumped in after. And he said "i think this girl is getting kidnapped over here what you two think?"

Well we always walked from where we were so no one knew where to get us if They wanted to

And she remembered him as the black guy which she mentioned and had a funny story.

So we told him something was probably not wrong but to go over cause we knew the girls

And he kept saying munchkin Cause they were short but age 4 and 5.

So he sped over and he blocked them in and we hopped out and dwmaned our friends which they denied having -- in the trunk because they folded the seat down and let them slide in.

Thats when we told them how old we were and why we had been at a child's play

So he began picking us all up there and keeping us in the limo and waiting till every one got their parents to pick them up from the car or inside instead of waiting on the street.

He saved a bunch of kids... Before he got shot in the head. I healed him but he wasmt too scared after that... But a little so he still tried. And kept on for 2 years before He got shot again and no one was around to heal him but them so he got into the factory.

He was a good man. I called him "Chap" a British term because that was who worked that area. That got him infiltrated so he helped the little ones escape home.

6 years later his legs got chopped off and a month later he killed himself.

But thats how Ivana and i learned to trust instincts around cars. First we acted like whores.

Then we watched for kidnappers with him at the Children's Play Theater where she had acting and modeling classes.

So she would go inside and infiltrate and he and I would work the cars and streets. "Chap and his little strap and honey little lap"

So we would ride with kidnappers.. Her and i would whore act and he would murder the ones interested.

I handeled psychology and sociology well so I'd be the backseat judge and learn from his adult wiseness from Black Culture and Black 'Hood

So if he disagreed then he would kill and everytime we disagreed it was because the perv would be on me. I would watch for Ivanka but not myself. So i never knew when a perv was onto me.

So her and Chap taught me to let my guard down to feel that when our acting was working. Cause i knew when they trapped someone in but I didn't know when I did.

I got caught up once. Chap was late... So this guy was asking if I wanted to sit in his warm car. Sure... Chap had said he would be no more than 5 minutes late. From the backseat I heard this young Mexican's belt come off and he told me to climb over the seat. I said no.

Chap went up to the passenger side raised his index at me and walked awsy and i was all but chap! I need help!! Then i didn't see him walk back so when he opened the door I swiveled on my seat with my knees and ankles together to kick him in the knees as i was taught. I fucked him up real good.

And he shot the driver in the head. In front of me. He said he and Ivana couldn't tell if he was perv or not. So he set me up.

He couldn't walk for almost 2 weeks. I felt proud. I was scared!! I felt anger and i knew this guy wanted to do shit to me and i knew the danger in the business.

The 2nd time I did it I begged for forgiveness. It hurt less but 2x as long.

By the time the 5th time came around he was immune.

We killed 40 people before we even told Ivanka. He thought I had told her. I thought it was a lot to worry about. We were just kids

I didn't worry about Chap unless I was busting his knee caps. And I didn't think about pervs unless they had their belts off. Then I waited for Chap. We developed a system so he was always there. In the back Window I'd flash a peace sign. Okay to kill. A palm for stop, bullets.

So you see Abu in the Hood that stuff was taught. Catch them in the act and your mind is always set right.

96 we killed in less than 1 year. In the rich people parking lot.

Don't try to dingaling with little kids.

He went to Heaven.

And didn't get kicked out.

He will come back here late next month. Everyone has a schedule.

NYC BROOKLYN IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR JAMAL!! 💎💗💎💗💎 34 AT DEATH

1990 we met

#abu chap #jamal

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WHAT TO WATCH THIS WEEKEND March 1, 2019 – TYLER PERRY’S A MADEA FAMILY FUNERAL, GRETA

It’s my birthday weekend and while I’m not that interested in either of the two new wide releases -- both moderate releases opening in less than 3,000 theaters -- I probably will go watch some old movies around my work schedule. (Check out the full repertory line-up below!)

Either way, at least one of this weekend’s wide releases is being geared towards a very specific built-in fanbase, and that movie is…

TYLER PERRY’S A MADEA FAMILY FUNERAL (Liongsate)

Written and Directed by Tyler Perry (Too many movies to list them all.) Cast: Tyler Perry, Cassi Davis, Patrice Lovely, Mike Tyson, Ciera Payton, KJ Smith MPAA Rating: PG-13

Every night I go to sleep hoping and praying that I never have to write about another Tyler Perry movie again, and apparently, I may finally get my wish, at least in terms of Perry making another Madea movie, since this is apparently his last movie in a franchise which began all the way back in 2005 with Diary of a Mad Black Woman. (Actually, Madea began a lot further back than that with Perry’s stageplays, but 2005 was when Madea first entered my limited worldview, and I’ve written about twenty of his movies while only seeing maybe three or four of them.)

And because this is my column and I can do whatever I want, that’s all I’m going to say about his latest movie. J

On the other hand, you can read more about the movie and its box office prospects over on The Beat!

GRETA (Focus Features)

Directed by Neil Jordan (Too many movies to list them all.) Written by Ray Wright and Neil Jordan Cast: Chloe Grace Moretz, Isabelle Huppert, Maika Monroe, Colm Feore, Stephen Rea MPAA Rating: R

This week’s other new wide release is a high-concept psychological thriller from Ireland’s Neil Jordan which stars Chloe Grace Moretz as a young New Yorker who finds a purse on the subway that belongs to a Greta Hideg, played by the effervescent Isabelle Huppert. I think some people will enjoy this movie more than others, although as you can read in my review below, I was rather disappointed by it. I have a feeling that this will get a “C” (or lower) CinemaScore, too.

Mini-Review: In what seems to be a genre that’s making a comeback, Irish filmmaker Neil Jordan returns with his most sellable (i.e. obvious) premise in a long time, pairing two strong actors in a fairly mundane thriller.

Chloë Grace Moretz plays Frances, a new New Yorker working as a waitress, who finds a purse on the subway belonging to a Greta Hideg (Huppert), politely bringing the older woman the purse. Having lost her mother a year prior, Frances at first finds a kindly substitute in Greta, but Greta starts to get clingierj, especially when Frances learns that leaving purses on subways is the way Greta finds new “friends.” As Frances tries to break off the relationship, Greta keeps showing up and her presence becomes more threatening.

To avoid spoilers, that’s probably all you need to know about the fairly basic plot that gets some credit for filming New York City as New York, complete with Greta’s NYC ID card

I’ve seen better work from Moretz, but it’s not like the role of Frances gives her much to do besides acting scared or freaked out, depending on the circumstances. By comparison, Huppert gives a delicious nutty performance as the title character, and it’s obvious she’s having fun behaving badly.  Possibly the biggest shocker of Greta is how great Maika Monroe is as Frances’ flaky and shallow roommate, who actually instills the film with a deliberate sense of humor rather than when you’re laughing at how weird it get.

Overall, the writing isn’t great and whoever composed the score goes so overboard with some of the cues, you might find yourself wondering whatever happened to subtlety?

Some things work, for sure, but much of the movie just seems to be so overwrought with Moretz overreacting to everything, and it’s clear Jordan was trying to make something more mainstream to feel pertinent again after a series of odder arthouse offerings.

Greta is fairly ridiculous and blatantly obvious, and frankly, don’t we deserve more or at least a little better from an Isabelle Huppert film?

Rating: 6/10

A last minute addition here: Since the Oscars were on Sunday, a number of theaters whose movies won prizes will re-expand the movies, some of them with new material. For instance, Bradley Cooper’s A Star is Born is being rereleased with 12 minutes of new music after “Shallow” won Best Original song, while Universal will likely expand Green Book into more theaters and Sony will do the same with Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse. Granted, two of these are already available via home video, but they’re also worth seeing in theaters, and I might actually go see A Star is Born a third time.

LIMITED RELEASES

This is actually a fairly decent weekend for foreign fare with films by auteurs from Germany, Iceland, Austria, France and England, but the movie I’m most excited about is APOLLO 11 (Neon), the new documentary from Todd Douglas Miller (Dinosaur 13). If you were a fan of Damien Chazelle’s First Man (or even if you’re not), when it comes to space travel, the first Moon landing in 1969 by Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin is still one of the greatest moments in history. With their historic trip to the Moon hitting its 50thanniversary in July, Miller has gone through never-before-seen footage and audio that’s been sitting in the National Archives to assemble an amazing film that tells the story using the REAL footage and audio to tell the story.  Apollo 11 will open exclusively on IMAX screens for one week only – I certainly will be seeing it again in this format -- and then expand nationwide on March 8.  I was able to see this before its premiere at Sundance in January, and it’s already become one of my favorite movies of the year.

Easily one of the finest German filmmakers making movies these days, Christian Petzold returns with his new film TRANSIT (Music Box Films), a loose adaptation of Anna Seghers’ 1942 novel “Transit Visa” starring Happy End star Franz Rogowski and Paula Beer from Frantz and Never Look Away. Franz plays Georg, a German expat living in Marseille among refugees who falls for the mysterious Marie (Beer) whose husband has disappeared with Georg taking his identity. I’m not quite sure that what Petzold was trying to do with this, especially with the decision to set the story in present day despite clearly being a story set in Nazi-occupied with Georg having escaped from the concentration camps, but he set the story in modern-day France. I can understand that Petzold might not have wanted to do another WWII set story after the excellent Phoenix, but he seems to be reaching here, and I’m not sure the idea worked. It probably also didn’t help that I had just rewatched two far superior films about immigrants made in the ‘40s, The Third Man and Casablanca, as bookends to seeing Transit for the first time. I think some might like this better than I did, and if you’re a fan of Petzold’s previous work, you can see this in New York at the IFC Centerand Film Society of Lincoln Center.

Another fine filmmaker with a new movie this week is England’s Michael Winterbottom, who returns with the crime-thriller THE WEDDING GUEST (IFC Films), starring Dev Patel. It’s the filmmaker’s second film made in India after 2011’s Trishna, starring Freida Pinto and Riz Ahmed, and now he’s working with the other Slumdog Millionaire star. Patel plays a man hired to kidnap a woman who is about to get married (played by the smokin’ hot Radhika Apte), but things don’t exactly go as planned. It’s a slow-moving, moody film that once again shows off what an amazing actor Patel has become, something that continues into the real-life thriller Hotel Mumbai released later this month. This ALSO opens at the IFC Center.

French filmmaker Gaspar Noë returns with another strange movie, this one called CLIMAX (A24), which follows a French dance troupe as they start to go insane after having a party in which the alcohol is spiked with acid. I generally like Noë’s films, especially Irreversible and Into the Void, but this one goes off the rails quite a bit without being nearly as edgy or perverse as his previous work.  I’m not sure if this is just more

From Iceland comes Benedikt Erlingsson’s WOMAN AT WAR (Magnolia), an amazing film starring Halldóra Geirharðsdóttir in a dual role. First, she plays 50-year-old Halla, a woman who has been involved as an environmental activist in vandalism and outright sabotage until she learns that her request to adopt a little girl from the Ukraine has been accepted, forcing her to rethink her life choices. Geirharðsdóttir also plays Halla’s twin sister who gets pulled into her sister’s machinations. I saw Iceland’s Oscar entry a while back and thoroughly enjoyed it, especially Geirharðsdóttir’s performance and that Erlingsson doesn’t try to make this too serious of a drama by including a score performed by a band that appears in random scenes. A Woman at War also opens in New York at the IFC Center and Landmark 57th, as well as in a few theaters in California. You can see the full release schedule on the Official Magnolia site.

And then, there’s Austrian filmmaker Wolfgang Fischer’s STYX (Film Movement), which will open onWednesday at the Film Forum, another one-woman film starring Susanne Wolff as a doctor sailing on her own when she encounters a sinking boat full of refugees. She calls for help but is told to sail away but she instead takes in one of the refugees who falls overboard. This is an amazing film, one that will inevitably be compared to Robert Redford and Chandor’s All is Lost because so much is focused on Wolff’s performance, but it’s an extremely timely film in terms of what’s going on in the world today and much more effective than Transit in that respect.

After premiering at the Tribeca Film Festival last year, Ondi Timoner’s biodrama MAPPLETHORPE (Samuel Goldwyn), starring Matt (Doctor Who) Smith as the famed and often controversial New York City photographer, is finally opening. I remember generally liking this, especially the performance by newcomer Marianne Rendón as a young Patti Smith, and I hope Timoner, who has made some fantastic docs over the years, will continue making forays into narrative films like this. Mapplethorpe opens in New York at the Cinépolis Chelsea and at the Landmark Nuart in L.A. with director Ondi Timoner in person for QnAs on Friday and Saturday night at the latter.

Fresh from its premiere as part of the midnight section of Sundance and a month-long run on DirecTV, Lee Cronin’s directorial debut The Hole in the Ground (A24/DirecTV) involves a mother and her young son Chris moving to a home in the Irish countryside next to a forest that hides a sinkhole. When Chris vanishes than reappears, his mother thinks that it might not be her son at all. (So basically, it’s a rip-off of Stephen King’s Pet Sematary.) 

Opening in quite a few theaters across the country is one of my favorite actors, Michelle Monaghan, as immigration attorney Judy Wood in Sean Hanish’s Saint Judy (Blue Fox Entertainment). Wood fought for immigration rights by defending a woman being persecuted by the Taliban in a case that changed American asylum laws, while at the same time also juggling life as a single mother. Also starring Common, Alfred Molina, Alfre Woodard and Peter Krause, it’s getting a fairly decent release into roughly 100 theaters this weekend.

I also haven’t had a chance to watch Danishka Esterhazy’s LEVEL 16 (Dark Sky Films) yet, but I was intrigued by the trailer I saw at the Alamo a few weeks back. It involves a girls’ school called the Vestalis Academy, who put its students through rigorous training to become a “clean girl.” The ultimate level of training is (you guessed it) Level 16. The film focuses on Vivien (Katie Douglas from Every Day) who runs into a former friend Sophia (Celina Martin) with whom she shares a dark past. It’s playing in select theaters on Friday including a special screening at the Alamo Brooklyn on Saturday night at 10pm as a former Fantastic Fest selection. It will also pay the Alamos in Yonkers, Houston, Austin, as well as in Columbus, Ohio and a few select cities, as well as on VOD.

Opening at the Angelika in New York and then in L.A. and other cities March 8 is Keith Behrman’s Giant Little Ones (Vertical), a coming-of-age story starring Josh Wiggins and Darren Mann as high school besties whose lives are changed forever after an incident at the former’s 17thbirthday party. The film also stars Maria Bello and Kyle MacLachlan.

Two years after Sharkwater director Rob Stewart’s death while filming his final project Sharkwater Expedition, the doc will be released by Freestyle into select cities. In the film, Stewart was following and exposing the billion-dollar illegal shark fin industry, travelling from West Africa to Spain to Panama, Costa Rica and France.

Joe Sill’s Stray (Screen Media) stars Karen Fukuhara (Suicide Squad) as an orphaned teen who teams with a detective (Christine Woods) in trying to find her mother’s murderer, discovering a supernatural force in the bargain. The film also stars Japanese pop star Miyavi and Ross Partridge. Select cities and On Demand.

Stephen Portland’s psychological horror film Something opens at the Cinema Village in New York and the Laemmle Music Hall in L.A. Friday before its VOD/Digital release next Tuesday. It stars Michael Gazin and Jane Rowen as a young couple trying to deal with life as new parents who suspect a stranger is watching their home.

Lastly, we have the Brazilian horror hit Cannibal Club (Uncork’d Entertainment) deemed by some as the “goriest film in years” about a wealthy Brazilian couple who eat their employees. It opens in theaters Friday and On Demand March 5.

LOCAL FESTIVALS

If you’re in New York City, there’s a couple options for movie-watching, including the 9TH ANNUAL ATHENA FILM FESTIVAL, an amazing grassroots woman-run festival dedicated to showcasing women filmmakers and female-centric films. This year’s opening night film is Julia Hart’sFast Color starring Gugu Mbatha-Raw as a woman with superhuman powers., but some of the other films being screened are Mimi Leder’s On the Basis of Sex, The Favourite, the docs What She Said: The Art of Pauline Kael and On Her Shoulders and many more. I still haven’t made it to the festival mainly because it’s just too far uptown.

On top of that, The Film Society of Lincoln Center presents its annual RENDEZVOUS WITH FRENCH CINEMA, running from Feb. 28 through March 10 and featuring some of the finest films from France, many of which might never get U.S. distribution.  Opening Night is the NY Premiere of Pierre Salvadori’s The Trouble with You, and there’s lots of new films from the likes of Bruno Dumont (Coincoin and the Extra-Humans), Mikhaël Hers (Amanda), Quentin Dupieux (aka Mr. Ouizo) (Keep an Eye Out!), the amazing Mia Hansen-Love (Maya), Louis-Julien Petit’s Invisiblesand lots more! I rarely know where to begin with the festival, but there’s always a few gems in there.

STREAMING AND CABLE

Streaming on Netflix Friday is Chiwetel Ejiofor’s directorial debut THE BOY WHO HARNESSED THE WIND, based on the true story of William Kamkwamba, a 13-year-old Malawi boy who comes with an inventive way to end famine in his African village. The movie premiered at Sundance and recently opened the 22ndNew York International Children’s Film Festival, but unfortunately, I haven’t seen it.  

Also, HBO will air the controversial two-part Michael Jackson doc Leaving Neverland on Sunday and Monday nights. Again, haven’t seen it, so can’t add too much beyond what’s already out there.

(I’m going to ditch this section altogether if some of the publicists working on these movies don’t make more of an effort to get me screeners or invite me to screenings. I’m not PAID to go to so much effort to promote these films.)

REPERTORY

METROGRAPH (NYC):

Celebrating some of the work of the Chinese filmmaker who died last April, this weekend sees the start of Ringo Lam X3 featuring three of the master’s films: 1992’s Full Contact (which I saw for the first time this past weekend, and it wasn’t great), 1987’s City on Fire and Prison on Fire, all three of them starring Chow Yun-Fat. On Friday night, The Academy will present a new 4k restoration of Billy Wilder’s 1959 comedy classic Some Like It Hot, which will screen all weekend. This week’s Late Nites at Metrograph is Jean-Luc Godard’s 1967 film Weekend, while the Playtime: Family Matinees offering is Tim Burton’s 1988 classic Beetlejuice, starring Michael Keaton and Winona Ryder.

THE NEW BEVERLY (L.A.):

What’s quickly becoming the best reason to live in L.A. is the amazing repertory programming at the Tarantino-owned New Beverly. This week sees double features of Operation Mad Ball (1957) and Good Neighbor Sam (1964), both starring Jack Lemmon, on Weds and Thursday; the rockin’ double feature of Let the Good Times Roll (1973) and American Hot Wax (1978) on Friday and Saturday; and then a Gidget double feature of Gidget Goes to Hawaiian (1961) and Gidget Goes to Rome (1963) on Sunday and Monday. The weekend’s Kiddee Matinee is Tim Hunter’s Sylvester (1985) starring Melissa Gilbert, while the midnight offerings are Tarantino’s Kill Bill Vol 1 on Friday and The Kentucky Fried Movie on Saturday.

MUSEUM OF THE MOVING IMAGE (NYC):

As part of its series Ben Hecht: Fighting Words, Moving Pictures, celebrating the filmmaker and the Adina Hoffman’s new biography of him, MOMI is showing Alfred Hitchcock’s Notorious (1946) on Friday, Josef von Sternberg’s Underworld (1927) – which will include a book signing by Hoffman -- and Hecht’s own films* Crime Without Passion (1934) and The Scoundrel  (1935) on Saturday, Howard Hawks’ Twentieth Century (1934), and Otto Preminger’sWhere the Sidewalk Ends (1950). This month’s Fist and Swordoffering is Lu Yang’s Brotherhood of Blades II from 2017. As part of MOMI’s ongoing tribute to the recently-departed Jonas Mekas, they’ll show the filmmaker and Anthology Film Archives co-founder’s 1964 film The Brig a few times over the weekend.

*Apparently, these movies were filmed at the Astoria-based Paramount studio where MOMI now resides. How cool is that?

FILM FORUM (NYC):

Henry-Georges Clouzot’s 1956 doc The Mystery of Picasso (Milestone Films) will premiere at the Film Forum in a new 4k restoration on Friday, showing the master painter at work. The Film Forum is also starting a new month-long series Forbidden Fruit: The Golden Age of the Exploitation Picture, curated by Bret Wood. This weekend’s offerings are Narcotic (1933), Mom and Dad  (1945) and 1938’s Child Bride. One of my all-time favorite comedies, Stanley Kramer’s star-studded 1963 film It’s a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World will screen as part of Film Forum Jr. on Saturday and Sunday.

EGYPTIAN THEATRE (LA):

The Luchino Visconti: Cinematic Nobility series continues on Wednesday with Bellissima  (1951), screening with “The Job,” a 55-minute segment from the 1962 anthology film Boccacio ’70. Thursday is a double feature of White Nights  (1957) and The Witches  (1967), Friday screens1960’s Rocco and His Brothers, and Saturday is a double feature of Conversation Piece  (1974) and The Innocent  (1975) with Burt Lancaster’s daughter Joanna Lancaster appearing in person to answer questions about the former.

AERO  (LA):

The Aero’s Hitchcock, Truffaut and Jones (as in the Film Society’s Kent Jones, who made a documentary about the two filmmakers?!?) begins on Friday with a double feature of Truffaut’s Shoot the Piano Player (1960) and Hitchcock’s Rope  (1948). Saturday is Jules and Jim (1962) and 1964’s Marnie, while Sunday sees a double feature of The 39 Steps (1935) and Confidentially Yours  (1983). No word on whether Kent Jones will be in attendance but the two filmmakers won’t be. Also on Sunday, as part of the series Albert Finney Remembered, the Aero will show the 1982 John Huston musical Annie.  

BAM CINEMATEK (NYC):

The George Romero retrospective Living with the Dead: The Films of George Romerocontinues with Diary of the Deadon Weds, Survival of the Deadon Thursday, Stephen King’s The Dark Halfon Friday, Creepshowon Saturday and both Knight Ridersand Martin (1978) on Sunday, as well as the 3D version of Dawn of the Dead. I’ll be seeing Martin if anyone needs to find me.

IFC CENTER (NYC)

Waverly Midnights: The Feds shows a 35mm print of the John Woo action-thriller Face/Off (1977)starring Nicolas Cage and John Travolta, as well as Brian De Palma’s The Untouchables  (1987), Weekend Classics: Early Godard presents the master’s 1965 film Alphaville, while Late Night Favorites for the weekend is David Lynch’s Blue Velvet, David Fincher’s Se7en AND once again, Ridley Scott’s Alien.

QUAD CINEMA (NYC):

The West Village theater is still showing Joan Micklin Silver’s 1977 movie Between the Lines through the weekend. Also, the Quad will premiere a 4k restoration of Christopher Munch’s The Hours and Times  (1992), which looks at a trip John Lennon (Ian Hart) and Beatles manager Brian Epstein (David Angus) took to Barcelona in April 1963.

LANDMARK THEATRES NUART  (LA):

This Friday’s midnight movie is Takashi Miike’s Audition  (1999) – can’t believe that came out 20 years ago now!

MOMA (NYC):

Modern Matinees: Sir Sidney Poitier ends on Thursday with 1965’s A Patch of Bluewith Wednesday showing 1961’s A Raisin in the Sun.

And that’s it for this week. Next week, Marvel Studios’ Captain Marvel!

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3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?usually a receipt or random index card i find on the floor

6: do you keep plants?just one. two actually, but they share a pot. they’re both aloe. i’ve had them for almost two years, when we planted them in the pagan club i go to

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?kind of but i’m really self-conscious about it

12: what’s your favorite planet?i know this probably means real planet but all i can think of is coruscant from star wars. if it has to be real i guess i’d pick neptune.

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!If two pieces of the same type of metal touch in space, they will bond and be stuck together permanently.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.i don’t have friends tbh but i can tell you about one with my family? we were playing apples to apples (basically a family friends version of cards against humanity) and there was one card with the word “hippopotamus”. i was like ten and while i totally knew what a hippopotamus was i had never seen it written down so i horribly mispronounced it. they bring it up Every Time. the same thing happened a few years ago when we were playing this american history trivia game and i mispronounced monticello. also with one of my friends in high school (hi gabby) we were hiding in the stairwell during lunch because we didn’t want to go to the cafeteria and she picked up the lid of my water bottle and pretended to ring it like a bell and made this ridiculous noise and i laughed so hard i had to go back downstairs to the water fountain so i wouldn’t literally choke and die.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.my favorite bag? idk. i used to carry this purse that had a blackbird embroidered on it. it was grey and had a really cool design. i’d pinned a lot of stuff to it like a rainbow ribbon (for gay pride and all) and a few band pins and others from hot topic. the bag started getting really worn out and i decided not to replace it because i feel like carrying a purse really feminizes me. other than that i guess it’s just my backpack. i mostly use it for school but it’s also really great for carrying stuff when i’m going into the city or headed up to boston to stay with my sister. the trials of not having any one specific home…

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?hell no i have so many horrifying secrets even i would run screaming if i hadn’t lived through it

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?i did not know bubblegum came in different flavors. i thought bubblegum was its own flavor. i’m so uncultured

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?yes

33: what’s your fave pastry?probably cinnamon rolls? i don’t know that many different pastries

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?fall out boy. specifically folie a deux

39: what color do you wear the most?black

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!it’s this new place you might’ve heard of it. starbucks?

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?i try to but idk if i have that much opportunity

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?when i was a kid it was ghosts/monsters. also being abandoned by people but i didn’t really put it into words at the time. and it kind of is still the same? i hate being alone in the dark because the monsters could get me and also i feel abandoned

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?idk what person to pick… sick little games by all time low makes me think of stuff my cousin and i talk about a lot

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?does myself in the mirror count?

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?it reminds me of sitting in the car with my sister driving when i was like fourteen. also my dad relentlessly mocking us for literally everything we’ve ever done. overall i like the song, but it has Memories

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?yes i love poetry!! my favorite poems are the fairy reel by neil gaiman, alone by edgar allan poe, do not go gentle into that good night by dylan thomas, and everything ever written by either emily dickinson or sylvia plath

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?i try to keep anything from getting damaged but other than that i’m only fussy about collector’s items, irreplaceable stuff and vinyls

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?white roses are my favorite flowers but i feel like i’d need something in black. with vines or something badass.

69: what are your favorite board games?it isn’t a board game but i just found this cool card game called timeline. there’s a deck of cards with historical events on them and you have to put them in order of when they happened (dates are on the back). they have different themed packs and you can combine them it’s really cool

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?i should but i don’t. i sometimes make lists or schedules of what i’m going to do but i always end up ignoring it.

75: tell us about your pets!i only have one dog. her name is Chloe Belle we got her when i was eight. my entire family picked the name Chloe but the name Belle was my suggestion. she’s a yellow lab. we also used to have cats (Rainbow and Sunshine) but they died a few years ago. we had them since i was two. before we had Chloe we had another dog named Chelsea but she died. we also used to have my sister’s rabbit named Honey, my hamster named Acorn, and our three hermit crabs (Hermie, Hermietta, and Hermione, yes we were in fact that stupid)

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?they annoy me but i guess they’re not that bad

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.i suck at writing but i’ll tryI’ve only been to the ocean a few times in my life but I’m ok with that. The depth and complexity of the sea is no comparison to whatever is raging inside this girl, and you don’t need to be in love with her to see it. I still can’t decide if her eyes were blue or green but I can promise you they were the exact color of the water that morning at Thunder Rock when we said goodbye. When she smiles at you somehow her eyes get wider and you feel like she’s pulling you into her soul. She really is, but it’s still a trap. You’ll never be able to stand by the shore again without remembering her every word and the way she grabbed your hand and how the particles of sunlight reflected equally of the water and through her eyes. She was a source of light herself and when she finally noticed she left to irradiate the life of someone who deserves it, taking that intensity with her.

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?hells yeah i want so many tattoos. the first one i’m going to get is the thing frank drew for me at the show last week. i’m doing that one really soon because i’d like to be able to show him when i see him in april. i also want to get a constellation on my left wrist, i’m thinking the pleiades. i have a vague design for an mcr tattoo in progress, involving a compass and the lyrics “nothing you can say can stop me going home”. i also kinda want to get fall out boy lyrics “mummified my teenage dreams no it’s nothing wrong with me the kids are all wrong the story’s all of heavy metal broke my heart” tattooed on the back of my left shoulder. also idk how safe it is but i kinda want a metallic gold bird wing tattooed on my entire right side but i’ve hear metallic tattooes are dangerous. when i get top surgery i’m going to design something to cover the scars. also i want a spiderweb on the right side of my neck (not sure if i want a spider in it or not) and on my right hand and forearm (just the back) i want the human skeletal system as it actually appears in my body, in greyscale. the last two i’m not getting unless the musician career works out because i need to be able to get a real job. also if i ever end up getting married i want the date of my wedding tattooed on the inside of my right wrist in roman numerals. i will probably add many more but that’s all i’ve thought out so far

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?Pan’s Labyrinth, Mad Max: Fury Road, Gone Girl

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.NYC is anyone at all surprised? sadly i have never lived there but it has always felt like home even since i was too young to have any concept of that. especially at night in the snow. walking through central park on a winter evening is a profound experience. also there’s just so much there!! so much culture and so many people something is always happening. i know beyond any doubt that that’s where i belong

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?since i got my hair cut short i can’t really do different styles. right now it’s buzzed on one side and a few inches long (but uneven) on the other. it just sits like that. i want to grow out the long side so that it’s chin length and leave the short side buzzed but i don’t think i have the patience.

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?hardcore procrastinate

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.twin skeletons, you’re crashing but you’re no wave and headfirst slide into cooperstown on a bad bet by fall out boy. ghost of you, the world is ugly, the light behind your eyes, the only hope for me is you, mama and all of i brought you my bullets you brought me your love by mcr. holy, eyelids, and fire by pvris. the wasp, dead as fuck, abigail, eternally yours and immaculate misconception by motionless in white. paralytic states and dead rats by against me! therapy, a love like war, satellites, cinderblock garden and painting flowers by all time low. wrecking ball and little pistol by mother mother. oceans, world destroyer, all i want is nothing, and where do we belong? anywhere but here by frank iero and the whatever the fuck he’s calling it now.

also my apologies for going into way too much detail about most of this i know no one cares but i had nothing else to doand thank you so much for asking!!!!!!

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