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achrilock-atmospheric · 21 days ago
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politishaun · 25 minutes ago
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What Happens When Republicans Simply Refuse to Certify Democratic Wins?
Biden’s electoral college win was only certified because enough Republican secretaries of state and county election board officials did their duty to democracy and resisted pressure to thwart the will of the voters. Every lever of Republican power has since been wielded to punish them. Minor county board officials have been receiving organized harassment and death threats. Secretary of state Raffensperger in Georgia is not only facing a major primary challenge, he was also stripped of his power to certify the election in the future. Every Republican not already committed to preserving their power by any means necessary has been put on notice that if they do not cooperate they will be physically threatened and politically replaced.
So what happens in 2024 if President Biden or Vice President Harris win the Electoral College, but local Republicans on county boards with majority Democratic votes refuse to certify the election; when state legislatures who have seized control of certification refuse to certify their state tallies; when a potential Republican majority in the House of Representatives refuses to certify the Electoral College tally? What happens when they refuse to certify Democratic wins in purple state Senate races, throwing control of the Upper Chamber into limbo and chaos? What happens if Biden/Harris wins the popular vote by 8 million votes and 30 electoral college votes, only to see Republicans in states like Georgia and Wisconsin decide that their GOP legislatures will send electors for Trump or Tucker Carlson or Josh Hawley instead? What happens if Democrats legitimately add to their lead in the Senate, only to see Republicans refuse to certify those tallies as well, keeping GOP Senators in place for the next session?
The short answer is that the matter would go to the courts. The clear rule of law says that state legislatures cannot overrule the will of the voters. But if the vote isn’t officially certified, there is no official will of the voters. There are laws stating that elections must be certified by certain dates, but there a dearth of precedent around what happens if they don’t. And given the Trump administration’s stacking of the lower courts and the wildly conservative imbalance on the Supreme Court, it’s not clear that the outcome would favor the preservation of democracy. Nor is it clear that the matter would be resolved in time to prevent civil conflict–or, in fact, that Republicans in the state or federal legislative branches would honor the Court’s authority should it side against them.
A Republican Party hostile to democracy can use America’s creaky Constitutional system to create a series of unprecedented roadblocks to majority rule. Not just by suppressing the vote or drawing unfair districts, but by refusing to accept the vote itself. The result could throw the nation into political violence unseen since the days of Ku Klux Klan terrorism if not the Civil War itself.
There are ways of addressing these problems. The role of certifying elections can be taken out of the hands of either local or state partisan officials and given to independent judicial boards, electoral courts and elections commissions as in many other developed democracies. The electoral college can be bypassed by the National Popular Vote. We can strengthen laws around the requirement to certify elections per the tabulated results, and increase the transparency and security of those results by requiring paper trails and open source software on voting machines. We can end the gerrymandering that allows anti-democracy conservatives to control legislatures and House delegations in states where the majority of the population votes against them. We can stop the end-run tactics used to take elections administration out of the hands of local officials secretaries of state and put them under the thumb of partisan legislatures, and make it harder for legislatures to send separate slates of electors.
But to do almost any of those things would require at a minimum ending the filibuster.
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magicpumpkin3 · 3 hours ago
Could you do the dorm leaders reaction to their s/o struggling with selfharm or how they react to catching them self-harming? Hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable (;ŏ﹏ŏ)
Note: it's okay with me but thank you for the concern! I have never experienced major self-harm so it may not be realistic one!
Note№2: I apologize for headcanons being shorter then usual, I'm not really capable of writing something like this and I don't want to bring discomfort to my dear readers.
Riddle Rosehearts
Great Seven!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! He's general reaction to... everything is just anger. Riddle didn't expect to see that when he walk in to the bathroom. He'll get that sharp object as far away from you, as possible. He's in such a state if shock that he can't stop yelling at you. Don't get him wrong! He is worried sick about you, that's all.
Personally I think Riddle has never done anything like that and never had the need. He genuinely doesn't understand why are you doing this. To him, it's such an dislogical mive from your side? Why would you do it? It certainly won't help! It'll only cause more problems.
Riddle would try to talk with you about it after scolding the living overbolt out of you. He would try to understand the motive behind your motions and help you go through it. He isn't the best in understanding something like this but he sure wants you to feel more comfortable and understood around him.
Leona Kingscholar
No words, just straight up, yets the sharp object away from you, hosts you his shoulder and carrys you to bed. Hope you're down for being hostage of his grip for about 48 hours. Leona was in a complete stage of shock, he just smelled someone's blood and followed the smell, he certainly didn't expect to see this. His reaction is just a failing attempts to process.
Personally I think Leona had considered self-harm in a long past but didn't do it. After a long silence he will question you. He kinda understands you and doesn't at the same time. It's still quiet a mystery to him. Like Riddle, he doesn't get it, why would you hurt yourself? It certainly won't help you.
Leona would talk with you about it. Stiff and awkward but he would, without any teasings or friendly bullying. He doesn't want his herbivore doing something so dang stupid again, Leona wants you to be happy and healthy.
Azul Ashengrotto
WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS ANGELFISH?! Azul is full on panicking. He doesn't understand! He just came into a bathroom to wash his hands, nit to witness you hurt in yourself!!! He throws sharp object away and immediately hugs you, pressing you close to him. Azul isn't sure how even he reacted. He just full on started crying.
He doesn't let you go...at all. If you're going to move, he's moving with you. Personally, I think Azul has experienced self-harm, so he maybe able to understand you. With that amount of self-doubt and anxiety in past I believe he did it a long time ago. But that doesn't mean he'll allow something like this to happen again!
Azul will talk with you. He doesn't want his angelfish doing such horrible things to themselve. He wants you to feel lived, cared for and most importantly understood.
Kalim Al-Asim
WHAT?! Kalim's general reaction is terror. He has no idea what to do. He knows that you're in pain and you're causing yourself pain, that's probably it. He will slap the sharp object out of your hands and will hold you. He cried a lot, poor boy doesn't understand anything! He was just walking to the bathroom to turn off the lights, no to see you doing those horrible things to yourself!
Personally I think, Kalim has never experienced self-harm or even though about it if that matters. So, he doesn't have a clue, why are you doing this?! It's so painful! Kalim hugs you for a long time and isn't planing on letting you go.
Sunshine boy will talk to you. He wants to understand why. He certainly doesn't approve your methods of dealing with problems but he wants to know why this? He wants his precious one to be happy, not hurt!
Vil Schoenheit
Potato! WHAT IN THE NAME'S OF SEVEN-!!! Vil, much like Riddle, yells his head off. Can you blame him though? He was just about to check his make up, not to find you, doing this!!! Vil is angry and frustrated. He has no idea how to properly react to this. In all honesty he was about to slap you but instead slapped that sharp thing out of your hands.
Prepare for the lecture of your life. Personally I think, Vil had thoughts about self-harm in a teen emo face but quickly declined it. He wasn't stupid enough to do it. Vil maybe able to slightly understand your motives but, oh dear potato, how much he disagrees with you.
Vil would also try to talk with you. He doesn't need to understand, he gets it, Vil needs to know the causes of your actions. He will try to find out what exactly makes you turn to this method if solving your problem. He wants he's potato in perfect well being, physically and mentally.
Idia Shroud
WHAT IN THE UNDERWORLD?! Idia was hardcore terrified, sad and frustrated at the same time. He was just about to check on you in the bathroom, not witness you losing exp!!! Idia is so lost he doesn't even realize that he practically knocked you off your feet he made sure to get rid of a sharp thing first and tackled you. He starts crying, choking on his sobs, he asks you why are you doing this.
Personally I think, Idia has experienced self-harm not a very long time ago, there's even a slight possibility he still does some self-harm. He understands you more then any of the boys. But that doesn't mean he'll allow it!!! You're his favourite player№2! He can't have you losing exp just because!!!
Idia will talk with you about it. Stuttering and letting a few sobs here and there, he'll still talk to you. He may even share his experience and try to work it out with you, so you both would be on max exp! He wants his player№2 to be happy and get lots of new achievements.
Malleus Draconia
Child of man?…He can't stick the facts together. Why are you hurting yourself? Generally, Malleus isn't sure what he feels, he's so overwhelmed by emotions, he doesn't even notice how he summoned storm on accident. He would be terrifying if it wasn't for his pained expression. Automatically he uses his magic to get rid of the sharp object.
Personally I think, Malleus has never experienced or considered self-harm. In all honesty he probably doesn't know it's a thing. Poor Malleus, he thinks, he did something and that's why you're doing this to yourself. He'll cradle you in his arms and won't let go he even may lock you up in a tower with with him.
Malleus would talk with you and try to understand why are you doing this. He may get something from your point of view but he'll quickly state his opinion about it too. He'll try to work this out with you. Malleus might be a mess when it comes to emotions but he won't let his precious human hurt themselves. Physically or emotionally.
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fionatheicicle · 9 hours ago
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This is straight up state terrorism. This shit needs to be fucking stopped now! Call on the USA and European nations to cut off all financial and military aid to the Israeli government.
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More Tyrian facts with B! @repentant-sentry-sinon, @dimitrescusupremacy, @evil-regal-vampiress, @lovelylady-bug
When Tyrian discovers that Angie can bleed, she ensures she never accidentally stabs Angie and does her best to protect the Doll.
Angie has terrorized Tyrian to the point where the wolfwalker has climbed a fridge once and refused to get down, because she “wants to punt the fuck out of (Angie) but she bleeds! She's a living fucking being!”.
The only person Tyrian doesn't need to heal is Alcina since the latter has her own regenerative abilities. But she did save all four Dimitrescu women from dying permanently once Ethan had stolen something like the grave robber he is.
She's overlyprotective of Moreau, stating that fish is her favourite food so he'll be her favourite brother in law.
She calls Heisenberg her drunkle (drunk, uncle) or just her uncle, which pisses him off.
(He sees her as actual family since he hates his (The other three lords).)
Despite Miranda being the “Mother”, she really wants Tyrian to submit to her in a sexual manner. Donna just likes the fact that Tyrian doesn't look at her scar strangely.
She's all up for polyamory.
Tyrian and Donna actually bonded over having scars they're scared of showing to others.
Alcina's okay with the union between her “sister” and her wolfwalker girlfriend but not between Miranda (her “mother”) and her girlfriend. Not that Miranda cares what Alcina thinks.
Donna, Angie, Alcina, and Alcina's trio of gremlin children all know Tyrian's Celtic name- Némain. Miranda doesn't and only refers to Tyrian as Tyrian.
Even Karl and Moreau know her Celtic name.
When Tyrian discovers Miranda sees the four Responsibilities she created where because she wanted her own daughter back and called the Four Lords her false children, Tyrian rightfully loses her shit.
Tyrian's probably the only wolfwalker who has performed necromancy and is the only witch who still has her soul.
Tyrian found a way to resurrect Eveline, whom she dubs “The Moldy Baby”. She's just looking for ways to make sure Miranda can stop stealing someone else's baby.
Tyrian has also threatened Miranda to stop being a cunt to her other Four children and to be a better mother to all four of them, making the suggestion that she could try to help Miranda as her significant other.
Miranda, pissed she's being threatened but ecstatic that her Eva is returned to her, agrees.
Tyrian's mum teaches the two (Miranda and Némain) how to be good mums, applauding and praising Alcina (who has a praise kink, same girl) over raising Bela, Cassandra and Daniela.
Tyrian has indirectly quoted Salem in saying, to Ethan Winters, “why do you keep coming back?!”
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powerjack · 16 hours ago
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im oversharing this got long sorry. just reminscing on shit ive thought about a million times over again
theres so much art i want to create and so little motivation. i should start smoking weed again bc every time im high i get my best ideas or at least like, it takes away the layer of film over my brain that stops me from being able to come up with creative ideas, but also im scared its going to send me into mental hell again. like i need to be in a perfect state for it lest i fear im going to invoke my months long existential crisis again and i Cannot be doing that shit rn. but also i wonder if its going to be worth it anyways if i can create something to leave on this earth again. like ive been so bad at creativity lately like i want to draw and produce things and im bubbling over with energy and i feel the ideas fermenting in the deep recesses of my brain like theyre nestled into the grooves and folds but i cant access them yet. and i know i can if im stoned. i might turn into a hermit hunched over my tablet all hours of the day just making shit tbh. i absorb so much of the things around me and i know if i try to make something now its going to basically be direct copies of the things i saw but if im high im sure i can actually create something new and beautiful. im scared of being intoxicated again but i was scared to drink again too and i got drunk and proceeded to love it and want to drink every single day because surprise surprise i have alcoholism coded into my dna and consequentially have an addictive personality in general. which is why i felt like my life was useless without weed. all up until i was finally able to get my hands on a stash that would let me smoke whenever i want versus when i would get a small amount every couple of months and completely and utterly fail at ratioing it out and binge it all and then have ridiculously introspective trips where id start to go a little crazy at the end (i have a distinct memory of looking at a meme that had a woman on it and thinking ‘jesus christ... what the fuck is that’ and then spiraled into thinking about how life is pointless but i didnt have enough weed to continue with that train of thought and if i did i may have had my crisis a lot earlier, it was just inevitable) i just felt like being high was the only time i could actually get in touch with my inner self again. like i used to before the thick clouds of depression and psychosis settled in. but then i finally was able to get high for longer than short bursts of time and it all came to a head where my brain broke and i have existential terror now that i feel im going to not be able to deal with confronting again. but every time i say that it never ends up staying permanently, it comes in waves, it all comes in waves. back and forth. i feel beauty in life and then i feel fear. i feel like its all worth it and then i cant stop thinking about the inevitable heat death of the universe and the pointlessness of it all. and then i get a hug or listen to a really good song and i feel like its worth it again. i wonder if this is just a period in my life im not a total stoner or if its actually permanent. anyways point is i want to make so much stuff that my hands ache and my brain rots when i think about how many things inspire me. thats why my aesthetic tag is #inspiration, its been like that for many years now, its stuff that inspires me. but at what point am i going to turn that inspiration into reality? im bad at initiative. my initiative is going to be when i pick up the pot again because im too lethargic and procrastinatey to create the things i want any other time. but when will that be? i cant see a therapist or anything rn and working it out on my own has been mildly successful, not bad, im not spending every single day in terror like i was at this point last year. it started all going away around august after starting in march. march 30th in fact. from then on its been a constant battle with dissociation. funny because just earlier in march was some of the best experiences of my life. i think if lockdown never happened this never would have happened either but at the same time im left wondering how anybody can go through their life without wondering about the meaning of it all and coming out the other side with purpose and resolve. mine was to enjoy myself and find as much beauty and love in life as i can before i die and enhance the lives of the people around me while i can because i feel too small to do anything on a grander scale. and im fine with that, for the most part, but i still get attacked by these waves of thought where i wonder what the purpose of reality is . i always have to smack myself and remind myself no dumbass you already went over this a million times, just enjoy yousrelf while youre here. but when im high its a million times worse cuz the only time i can get my mind off it is when im replacing it with horny thoughts and thats not the only thing i wanna do when im high ofc i want to experience and create and listen to music. but i mean i havent smoked since june. i think the 15th ? i could go back and read my journals to tell exactly when it was but yeah its been almost a year now and i feel like i might have it in me again. i used to love getting high and working on shit so much. some of my best works and most  creative projects and honestly just most enjoyable periods of my life were when i was high. going back to what i was saying about early march 2020 being the best time of my life, idk what it was about me but i was just having a grand old time experiencing absolute beauty playing ark with my friends, feeling so creative and developing new ideas and experiences, and using the freedom and motivation i felt ingame to also want to explore the world irl. i seriously was close to actually finally reading my survival manual and start camping and shit and i wanted to visit my relatives in their hella secluded farmhouse in the middle of fuck nowhere kansas, cuz i did visit there during that time period and i loved it to death, i felt so free. two different relatives actually and they both had that same aesthetic about them. of course they were horribly racist but i mean, thats rural kansas for you. i just wanted to camp in their woods. its funny because that month was simultaneously the best and worst of my life. all because of weed! if i never started smoking or rather never found a reliable source at that point in my life i wonder how i wouldve turned out? id like to chalk this up to fate that im like this, maybe its for the best, maybe smoking again wont help me but maybe it will. i have a way to ease myself back into it i just need that leap of faith and  bravery like i felt when i was drinking again. its funny because i used to be such a fucking druggie and i wanted to get high all the time and then after my existential crisis that all just. stopped. i feell ike everyone i know is sick of me talking about it but it really fundamentally changed me on the inside even if it doesnt seem like it much on the outside so i feel its right of me to talk about it sometimes. it makes me feel better at least. like this is jsut a thing t hat happened, not a fated break from the universe i cant come back from yknow? i dunno. ive rambled on way too fucking long and idk if anyones gonna read this. tldr i want to draw and create so many things and i have too many ideas to deal with but i only feel ill be able to unlock my creativity and motivation if im high but due to bad past experiences im terrified to get high again. i mean ive done and made some pretty cool stuff since then but the motivation and ideas are much fewer and far between compared to the absolute deluge i get when im stoned , whether any of my ideas are actually any good or if they were just high ramblings is up to debate but i think it gave me a really good way of looking at things and i made some pretty cool stuff and i miss it a lot but i dont know if going back to it is going to be a mistake or not and im not brave enough to find out if itll hurt me again or if im ready. yyyyaaaayyyyy hahahaha ✌
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brendanicus · 22 hours ago
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I think the number one thing to take away from the Israeli occupation of East Jerusalem right now if you’re an American is to remember that Israel’s brutal, genocidal apartheid state would not exist without the protection of the US government. Like, it’s hard to overstate just how much Israel depends on the US for its existence, and how much the US will give Israel everything it wants to murder and oppress Palestinians because it needs it to control the Middle East. There is virtually no difference in US politicians’ policies towards Israel. Biden just picked up where Trump left off, such as keeping the US embassy in Jerusalem, and I can guarantee his administration’s not going to do jack shit about Sheikh Jarrah. Even the most progressive and left-leaning politicians y’all love like Bernie and AOC are at best critical towards Israel, but do not want to stop funding and supporting their regime of terror, because, again, Israel is too important to the US for the US to not fund its crimes against humanity.
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mariawithanaccent · a day ago
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how to learn to erase
-"I am... having some issues again." -I heard her say quietly and hesitantly. I left what I was working on and looked up at her.
-"Why is that?" -I inquired.
-"Well... I am having trouble with that I am learning and... I don't know, with the habits I have kept for so long? I don't know if I could even call them habits" The thing is... they are colliding and not getting on so well with each other. -She answered as her eyes went to fix themselves on a corner of the room. When I recall how she looked that night I was not sure in the moment if she was embarrased for that what she was about to say or if she was replayin' a sad memory - but whatever it was at that moment, it didn't seem good enough by the way she would just turn off from time to time as if she wasn´t there at all. Where she went in those moments was something I used to ask myself very often when thinking of her.
-"Your habits...?" -I asked not sure about what she was talking about.
Finally she looked up from the corner she was immersed in and looked directly into my eyes. Was that a grieve look?
-"I know we all come from the same source... I know one should break the habit of separation, I know I feel better when I let myself go... but then comes this minute after the joy in which I no longer feel safe... like if I had some sort of regret for having let myself be exposed too long... which... I know is ridiculous to still have that feeling of insecurity. I get it takes time to build up trust with everything and everyone... I know it is a process, but... sometimes I feel very tired... I feel very tired of trying to keep myself on the right track, of trying to trust anything at all, of trying to change the way I think and the chip I kept alive for more than twenty years. How does one keep up with something new and entirely different after more than two decades thinking, acting and feeling the other way? How does someone not get tired of trying hard every second with every atom and cell one has?"
Of course, as you may see, the fact that she came up with such a thing out of the blue was just like a deep dive into cold water in the midwinter. I just stood there silently, not even trying to come up with an immediate answer for already my mind was trying to keep up with that what she had just said. And clearly she knew this. She knew she had taken the granade out and thought it was better to finish off everything than to leave it just in the middle of a dead sentence.
-"And we have this very ridiculous mindset that we are safe and sound when keeping distance. And by we I include myself in there. Sadly enough, I have been having this mindset for years and years, and especially since the last four past years, this has come to be reinforced by the experiences and people I have encountered. How do I tell my fears to trust in what I deeply feel? How do I let my true self get out of the bubble, and make it confide in that not everythig and not everyone out there have harming intentions? And yes, Jan, I see that all at every minute confirms me the contrary, but most of the time the terror overcomes those lil moments of true joy. That mindset tells us to be on our guard, to not fully give ourselves to nothing nor anybody, to expect the unexpected, and to go beyond that what our emotions try to cloud in the moment. How do I even destroy this clouding mindset?" -She suddenly stopped and gave me this time a very intense look.
And finally she said.
-"Tell me, do you know how? Could you even show me how?"
Why on earth would she ever want to put a task like that to me... why on earth we firstly permitted to let us be driven from our truths to an state of mind that kills who we truly are and what we truly feel...?
Why did she...
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hieronymuscrow · a day ago
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The Police, Crime, Sentencing and Courts Bill
The Police, Crime, Sentencing and Courts Bill
As a result of the pandemic, restrictions were placed on peoples right to assemble and protest. The Tory government seized upon the pandemic to further an agenda of eroding civil liberties; an agenda that has been in motion for a number of decades now. On top of this, the Tories have embarked upon the wholesale looting of the public purse, funnelling public money into the pockets of its donor's. It has also exploited the pandemic, to introduce by stealth, further privatisation of the NHS. Now that the vaccination programme has been rolled out some of the restrictions have been lifted, raising the possibility of people taking to the streets over the summer to protest the corrupt practices of this government. Within this context The Police, Crime, Sentencing and Courts Bill, that is currently moving through parliament, becomes a concern.
The bill poses a grave threat to the right to protest. The new legislation is designed to give the police the power to stop a demonstration if it is too inconvenient, noisy or disruptive. This of course is the very purpose of taking such action. The language used in the bill is vague which will give the police a broad leeway in interpreting when they can stop a protest. Challenging such decisions through the courts will require time and expense; while corporations will be able to exploit the legislation to have protesters moved away from their premises. It is a large piece of legislation covering a lot of topics, that would normally be introduced through a number of pieces of legislation. Instead it is being pushed through at a time when parliament is not fully functional due to the pandemic.
Even with its size it still leaves out things like gender based violence at a time when rape convictions are at an all time low, but finds space for creating offences with large prison terms for defacing statues of slavers. It will become a crime to fail to follow restrictions that a person should have known about, even if they have not been specifically warned about it. It will provide for a 10 year sentence for "intentionally or recklessly causing a public nuisance": successful protests, such as the suffragettes or civil rights movement have often resorted to civil disobedience, taking action which could be interpreted as a "public nuisance".
This comes on top of legislation that gives legal cover for any crime committed by persons engaged in the covert operations of the state, up to and including murder, rape or torture. Terrorism legislation has also been used to charge activists who were engaged in peaceful protest. Other legislation has been enacted to give legal cover to war crimes committed by UK personnel while serving abroad. We are well on our way to a police state.
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brookstonalmanac · a day ago
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Events 5.8
453 BC – Spring and Autumn period: The house of Zhao defeats the house of Zhi, ending the Battle of Jinyang, a military conflict between the elite families of the State of Jin. 413 – Emperor Honorius signs an edict providing tax relief for the Italian provinces Tuscia, Campania, Picenum, Samnium, Apulia, Lucania and Calabria, which were plundered by the Visigoths. 589 – Reccared I opens the Third Council of Toledo, marking the entry of Visigothic Spain into the Catholic Church. 1360 – Treaty of Brétigny drafted between King Edward III of England and King John II of France (the Good). 1429 – Joan of Arc lifts the Siege of Orléans, turning the tide of the Hundred Years' War. 1450 – Kentishmen revolt against King Henry VI. 1516 – A group of imperial guards, led by Trịnh Duy Sản, murdered Emperor Lê Tương Dực and fled, leaving the capital Thăng Long undefended. 1541 – Hernando de Soto stops near present-day Walls, Mississippi, and sees the Mississippi River (then known by the Spanish as Río de Espíritu Santo, the name given to it by Alonso Álvarez de Pineda in 1519). 1639 – William Coddington founds Newport, Rhode Island. 1788 – King Louis XVI of France attempts to impose the reforms of Étienne Charles de Loménie de Brienne by abolishing the parlements. 1794 – Branded a traitor during the Reign of Terror, French chemist Antoine Lavoisier, who was also a tax collector with the Ferme générale, is tried, convicted and guillotined in one day in Paris. 1821 – Greek War of Independence: The Greeks defeat the Turks at the Battle of Gravia Inn. 1842 – A train derails and catches fire in Paris, killing between 52 and 200 people. 1846 – Mexican–American War: American forces led by Zachary Taylor defeat a Mexican force north of the Rio Grande in the first major battle of the war. 1877 – At Gilmore's Gardens in New York City, the first Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show opens. 1886 – Pharmacist John Pemberton first sells a carbonated beverage named "Coca-Cola" as a patent medicine. 1898 – The first games of the Italian football league system are played. 1899 – The Irish Literary Theatre in Dublin produced its first play. 1902 – In Martinique, Mount Pelée erupts, destroying the town of Saint-Pierre and killing over 30,000 people. Only a handful of residents survive the blast. 1912 – Paramount Pictures is founded. 1919 – Edward George Honey proposes the idea of a moment of silence to commemorate the Armistice of 11 November 1918 which ended World War I. 1921 – The creation of the Communist Party of Romania. 1924 – The Klaipėda Convention is signed formally incorporating Klaipėda Region (Memel Territory) into Lithuania. 1927 – Attempting to make the first non-stop transatlantic flight from Paris to New York, French war heroes Charles Nungesser and François Coli disappear after taking off aboard The White Bird biplane. 1933 – Mohandas Gandhi begins a 21-day fast of self-purification and launched a one-year campaign to help the Harijan movement. 1941 – World War II: The German Luftwaffe launches a bombing raid on Nottingham and Derby. 1942 – World War II: The German 11th Army begins Operation Trappenjagd (Bustard Hunt) and destroys the bridgehead of the three Soviet armies defending the Kerch Peninsula. 1942 – World War II: The Battle of the Coral Sea comes to an end with Imperial Japanese Navy aircraft carrier aircraft attacking and sinking the United States Navy aircraft carrier USS Lexington. 1942 – World War II: Gunners of the Ceylon Garrison Artillery on Horsburgh Island in the Cocos Islands rebel in the Cocos Islands Mutiny. Their mutiny is crushed and three of them are executed, the only British Commonwealth soldiers to be executed for mutiny during the Second World War. 1945 – World War II: The German Instrument of Surrender signed at Reims comes into effect. 1945 – End of the Prague uprising, celebrated now as a national holiday in the Czech Republic. 1945 – Hundreds of Algerian civilians are killed by French Army soldiers in the Sétif massacre. 1945 – The Halifax riot starts when thousands of civilians and servicemen rampage through Halifax, Nova Scotia. 1957 – South Vietnamese President Ngo Dinh Diem began a state visit to the United States, his regime's main sponsor. 1946 – Estonian schoolgirls Aili Jõgi and Ageeda Paavel blow up the Soviet memorial which preceded the Bronze Soldier of Tallinn. 1963 – South Vietnamese soldiers under the Roman Catholic President Ngo Dinh Diem open fire on Buddhists defying a ban on the flying of the Buddhist flag on Vesak, killing nine and sparking the Buddhist crisis. 1967 – The Philippine province of Davao is split into three: Davao del Norte, Davao del Sur, and Davao Oriental. 1972 – Vietnam War: U.S. President Richard Nixon announces his order to place naval mines in major North Vietnamese ports in order to stem the flow of weapons and other goods to that nation. 1973 – A 71-day standoff between federal authorities and the American Indian Movement members occupying the Pine Ridge Reservation at Wounded Knee, South Dakota ends with the surrender of the militants. 1976 – The rollercoaster The New Revolution, the first steel coaster with a vertical loop, opens at Six Flags Magic Mountain. 1978 – The first ascent of Mount Everest without supplemental oxygen, by Reinhold Messner and Peter Habeler. 1980 – The World Health Organization confirms the eradication of smallpox. 1984 – Corporal Denis Lortie enters the Quebec National Assembly and opens fire, killing three people and wounding 13. René Jalbert, Sergeant-at-Arms of the Assembly, succeeds in calming him, for which he will later receive the Cross of Valour. 1984 – The Thames Barrier is officially opened, preventing the floodplain of most of Greater London from being flooded except under extreme circumstances. 1987 – The SAS kills eight Provisional Irish Republican Army volunteers and a civilian during an ambush in Loughgall, Northern Ireland. 1988 – A fire at Illinois Bell's Hinsdale Central Office triggers an extended 1AESS network outage once considered to be the "worst telecommunications disaster in US telephone industry history". 1997 – China Southern Airlines Flight 3456 crashes on approach into Bao'an International Airport, killing 35 people. 2019 – British 17-year-old Isabelle Holdaway is reported to be the first patient ever to receive a genetically modified phage therapy to treat a drug-resistant infection.
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Hi! Can I ask for headcanons of Senkus reaction when he depretrifies his s/o ? Like would he hug right away or wait , how would he present her to the rest of the people etc.. just what you think I love how you write him 😁😁
OMG YESS, I LOVE IT WHEN PEOPLE REQUEST FROM ME! ASK ALL YOU WANT! This is gonna be long, but most of my H/C’s are because theres so much that i wanna dive into, i want the characters to feel real as if they could jump out of the screen and hug you and say “its gonna be ok, i’m here”.this prompt was a real challenging one, as i had so many things that i could do with it, however i ended up on this :)
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Ishigami Senku x S/O!F!reader : Depretrification.
It had been hundreds of thousands of years since Senku had heard your voice, seen your eyes light up and touch your hands. your lips touching him, your hands around his body, his around yours for a tight hug, he practically fantasized about the moment he would finally meet you again.
when he was petrified, he had so much in his mind, like he was counting and making strategies left and right and his mind was going in circles trying, hoping, to see the light of day.
but whenever he was close to giving up, the thought of you gave him hope and made him keep going.
he swears that at some point, he heard your voice calling out to him, like an outstretched hand awaiting for someone or something to just grab it and take ahold of it, give it a sign that it wasn’t alone.
‘when i get out of here, i’m gonna do everything to save them! 10 billion percent!’
he counted, made plans and tried to theorize everything he could, often pushing himself to the point of being so worn out that-even if he knew death would take him into his grasp if he lost the battle of consciousness- he could just rest.
and then he woke up...
and the sun, the clouds and even the nature around made him take a breath at how new and exciting this world was.
but it also made him to start the long process of work-
of course, he had to survive first and make sure he wasn’t just dancing into deaths hands by being vulnerable.
in between everything, he had to save Taiju and Yuzuriha, defeat Tsukasa, etc of course... but he never forgot you.
everyday that you weren’t with him was another day you couldn’t be together, to hold and cry and laugh, just to be together.
it got to the point that at night, he would wake up and cry out for you, often sending Chrome into a panicked state, like WTF was wrong with Senku?
(of course, when Chrome brought it up to him, Senku made him promise to keep it a secret as there was no way in hell that the information of him having night terrors or looking weak when he was in a position of having to look strong could haunt him in the future.)
after he spent a few months figuring everything out, he went out to try and find you.
Chrome, Kohaku and Gen wanted to help, but it was obvious to anyone that he needed to do it himself- he needed that private time to be vulnerable and loved once he found you.
of course, by this point he needed to get the miracle water from Tsukasa, distracted the guards with a small explosion near by them. when they turned away to investigate, Senku had scooped up all the Nitric acid he needed and fucking bolted.
it took a bit, but through his calculating and observation skills, he found your petrified body.
and that's when he stopped and thought about what he would say, what he would do, and he knew what to do.
It was all a game of chance, to see if your we're awake and waiting for him.
Your body laid on the ground on a small hill, with flowers bursting around your body, as well as moss covering you up 😉
When you asked Senku later, he would reply that he thought time illogically stopped as he looked at the person he had been dreaming and hoping for- the person who encouraged him to never give up.
It was time...
He went over, bent down and poured the Nitric Acid on your face, hoping that the first thing he saw was your eyes meeting his so he can see the love in them again.
And that is exactly what happened.
The stone cracked and suddenly you were free from your prison of stone bolting into his arms, disregarding (or rather, not noticing) your state of undress.
“SENKU!” you cried as you both pulled each other closer to the other one, trying to impossibly get closer to the other more then they already had, their heartbeats mixed into one as they both started crying. “Y/N... I’m sorry I made you wait!” he buckled down and learned onto your shoulder, feeling all the stress and the night terrors melt from his body like wax.
You somehow managed to lift his head up from your shoulder and cup his cheeks, your eyes meeting together, both spilling like over filled cups onto the ground below as the wind swept the leaves and petals around.
“I’m here now, aren’t I?”
And then you leaned in for a kiss and if he had any doubts that it was a dream melted away in the kiss.
Of course, senku didn’t forget to bring a change of clothes, so once Y/N changed, the headed off.
Senku had no more Nightmares, his stress died down and if he had any doubts for the future, you were here with him, so it didn't matter...
Everyone loved you, especially when they saw how close you two were and how different senku seemed to be.
“I love you, Senku”
“I love you too, you silly girl... Y/N.”
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talbottoneshat · a day ago
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Mini Research Paper
Ashley Gilbertson - Zoe
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Ashley Gilbertson is a 34 year old Australian photographer and frequent New York Times photojournalist. He is primarily known for his front-line photography of the Iraq War, and has since covered the 2008 financial crisis, 2011 occupy wall street protests, and the 2016 European refugee crisis. More recently, he has been one of the primary New York Times photographers covering the COVID-19 outbreak in New York City. I was interested in his work as an example of what types of photographs get the platform to report on historical events, and how the decisions made by the photographer have the power to shape the wider culture’s understanding of them.
His first published book of photographs, Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot, draws from his years covering the Iraq War. Starting the assignment as a freelancer at just 24 years old, he made frequent trips alongside American troops between 2002 and 2008. The resulting photos are a wide range of dramatically framed moments: a dust-covered squadron ducking for cover, an injured soldier in a spotlight of sun, the front-page snapshot of the shadow of a helicopter over a military camp below. Although clear in their subject matter, in many ways I saw these images as challenging the conventions of wartime documentation: the cold black and white imagery of the world wars, impersonal, but heavy in patriotism. Instead, Gilbertson’s photos are instantly identified as modern in their vivid and bold colors, often taken at intimate distance, sometimes slightly blurred as if on the run. 
This change in form reflects the change in warfare itself, a chaotic environment that caused PTSD for many stationed there, including Gilbertson (Mccauley). Describing his journey from “naive” to “battle-worn”, he stated “Covering the war used to make me feel like I was doing something important, but I have grown to accept that Americans will not stop dying because I take their pictures; sectarian violence won’t end because I photographed one woman’s death; and abuse won’t stop because I witnessed the aftermath of one interrogation. I’m just recording history now, documenting the decline, in the hope that the people who don’t recognize it now may one day look back at my pictures and see the war for the mistake-riddled quagmire it was—and is. (Gilbertson, Last Photographs)” His change in perspective is shown in some of the more tense photographs of the project, like the one below. The caption identifies the silhouette of a US Marine looming over a hunched figure, shot and detained. In the framing, the absence of the heroic soldier archetype, you instead see the stark shadow of violence--in his own words, “there are no good guys in Iraq”. 
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Gilbertson’s more recent projects include photo essays for the New York Times, Clusterfuck COVID-19 (2020) and A City Ruptured (2021). These collections are emblematic of most of his post-2008 work, which is entirely black and white, crisper, and more somber in tone. These choices, along with a more distant approach to the subject matter, give these projects a tone of historical objectivity instead of the visceral intimacy of Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot. Many of his photos from early covid-19, like the one below, document the eerie emptiness of the city after lockdowns. There is no feeling of terror, though, instead focusing on the unchanging imagery of Grand Central Station, and other iconic New York locations. 
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His later images, like the winter one above, are similarly formal, embodying his earlier goal of “just recording history, documenting the decline” while looking timelessly detached from their own time period.The reflective historical gaze becomes the primary audience for these works, intending to document for a later date, rather than necessarily push change in the current one. There is no longer the sense of urgency, in all its vivid colors and cinematic framing, which felt political about his earlier work. Casting the situations as tragedies instead feels strangely depoliticizing, embracing a passive voice even in a high-stakes situation. 
At the same time, the more recent topics he covers are of mostly invisible threats: economic decline, a respiratory virus, uncertainty. In this choice of subject matter I see a through-line in his work; many of the most powerful images in Whiskey, Tango, Foxtrot are focusing on what’s not there, allowing them to be about war abstractly, instead of the specific scenario depicted. In his follow-up work, Bedrooms of the Fallen, he shows the aftermath of the war by doing exactly that--portraits not of soldiers who have passed, but the empty place they left behind. In all of Gilbertson’s work, the use of emptiness is breathing room for the viewer to fill in the story happening just out of frame. 
Bibliography
Gilbertson, Ashley. “Witnessing the Birth of the Coronavirus Economy.” New York Times, 19 March 2020, https://www-nytimes-com.proxy.library.nyu.edu/2020/03/19/business/coronavirus-photos-economy.html.
Gilbertson, Ashley, and Joanna Gilbertson. “Last Photographs.” VQR, Summer 2007, https://www.vqronline.org/vqr-portfolio/last-photographs.
Gilbertson, Ashley, and Nelson D. Schwartz. “A City Ruptured.” New York Times, 9 March 2021, https://www-nytimes-com.proxy.library.nyu.edu/interactive/2021/03/09/business/economy/covid-nyc-economy.html.
Gilbertson, Ashley. “Portfolio.” http://www.ashleygilbertson.com/.
Mccauley, Adam. “Overexposed: A Photographer's War With PTSD.” The Atlantic, 20 December 2012, https://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2012/12/overexposed-a-photographers-war-with-ptsd/266468/.
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tomorrowedblog · 2 days ago
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Friday Releases for May 7
Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for May 7 include Wrath Of Man, Mythic Quest S2, Resident Evil Village, and more.
Wrath Of Man
Wrath Of Man, the new movie from Guy Ritchie, is out today.
A mysterious and wild-eyed new cash truck security guard (Jason Statham) surprises his coworkers during a heist in which he unexpectedly unleashes precision skills. The crew is left wondering who he is and where he came from. Soon, the marksman’s ultimate motive becomes clear as he takes dramatic and irrevocable steps to settle a score.
Locked In
Locked In, the new movie from Carlos V. Gutierrez, is out today.
After a diamond heist takes a fatal turn, a pair of thieves must entrust their fortune with an accomplice at a high-tech storage facility while they lay low. Hiding the goods within the labyrinth of storage units, the thieves’ inside man pays the ultimate price when he turns against them. Now, hellbent on recovering the missing stones, they seize the facility and kidnap surviving employee Maggie, threatening her family unless she helps them. Locked in with nowhere to run, Maggie’s only chance to escape alive is to fight back and stay one step ahead of her captors in a deadly game of cat and mouse.
Mainstream
Mainstream, the new movie from Gia Coppola, is out today.
A young woman (Maya Hawke) thinks she’s found a path to internet stardom when she starts making YouTube videos with a charismatic stranger (Andrew Garfield) – until the dark side of viral celebrity threatens to ruin them both.
Monster
Monster, the new movie from Anthony Mandler, is out today.
Monster tells the story of Steve Harmon (Kelvin Harrison Jr.) a seventeen-year-old honor student whose world comes crashing down around him when he is charged with felony murder. The film follows his dramatic journey from a smart, likeable film student from Harlem attending an elite high school through a complex legal battle that could leave him spending the rest of his life in prison.
The Unthinkable
The Unthinkable, the new movie from Victor Danell, is out today.
It’s midsummer and Sweden wakes up to a state of emergency. TV, internet, and telephone networks are down, and before anyone realizes what’s behind the collapse, a series of unexplained attacks take place around the country. Alex, a successful pianist whose controlled existence is upturned when his mother dies in a suspected terror attack, returns to his childhood village to arrange the funeral. There, he must reconcile with both his father and his old flame, Anna, who he has desperately been trying to forget. As old feelings come back to the surface, more mysterious attacks plunge Sweden into chaos and confusion.
The Water Man
The Water Man, the new movie from David Oyelowo, is out today.
Gunner (Lonnie Chavis) sets out on a quest to save his ill mother (Rosario Dawson) by searching for a mythic figure who possesses the secret to immortality, the Water Man. After enlisting the help of a mysterious local girl, Jo (Amiah Miller), they journey together into the remote Wild Horse forest – but the deeper they venture, the stranger and more dangerous the forest becomes. Their only hope for rescue is Gunner’s father (David Oyelowo), who will stop at nothing to find them.
Here Today
Here Today, the new movie from Billy Crystal, is out today.
When veteran comedy writer Charlie Burnz (Billy Crystal) meets New York singer Emma Payge (Tiffany Haddish), they form an unlikely yet hilarious and touching friendship that kicks the generation gap aside and redefines the meaning of love and trust.
Undergods
Undergods, the new movie from Chino Moya, is out today.
An otherworldly journey through a Europe in decline… UNDERGODS is a collection of darkly humorous, fantasy tales about failed societies and doomed fortune.
Above Suspicion
Above Suspicion, the new movie from Phillip Noyce, is out today.
Based on the true story of one of the most notorious crimes in FBI history, this gritty crime-thriller stars Emilia Clarke (“Game of Thrones”) as Susan Smith, a young woman desperate to escape a seedy life of crime and drugs in a Kentucky coal mining town. When a newly minted FBI agent named Mark Putnam (Jack Huston, “Fargo”) recruits Susan as his informant for a high-profile case, she believes her bad luck may finally be changing. But as Susan and Putnam’s relationship deepens, so does the danger, setting them both on a collision course with deadly consequences.
Apples
Apples, the new movie from Christos Nikou, is out today.
After a pandemic causes people to develop sudden amnesia, a man is enrolled in a recovery program designed to create new memories.
The Paper Tigers
The Paper Tigers, the new movie from Quoc Bao Tran, is out today.
As teenagers, kung fu disciples Danny (Alain Uy), Hing (Ron Yuan) and Jim (Mykel Shannon Jenkins) were inseparable. Fast forward 25 years, and each has grown into a washed-up middle-aged man seemingly one kick away from pulling a hamstring—and not at all preoccupied with thoughts of martial arts or childhood best friends. But when their old master is murdered, the trio reunites, soon learning that avenging their sifu will require conquering old grudges (and a dangerous hitman still armed with ample knee cartilage) if they are to honorably defend his legacy.
Jupiter’s Legacy
Jupiter’s Legacy, the new TV series from Steven S. DeKnight, is out today.
They’re the first generation of superheroes. But as they pass the torch to their children, tensions are rising — and the old rules no longer apply.
Mythic Quest S2
The second season of Mythic Quest, the TV series from Rob McElhenney, Megan Ganz, and Charlie Day, is out today.
With the quarantine finally over, the new season of “Mythic Quest” finds everyone back in the office (well, almost everyone), attempting to build upon the success of Raven’s Banquet by launching an epic new expansion, but Ian (Rob McElhenney) and the newly promoted co-creative director, Poppy (Charlotte Nicdao), struggle with the game’s direction. Meanwhile, C.W. (F. Murray Abraham) reconciles some unresolved issues from his past, the testers (Ashly Burch and Imani Hakim) test the bounds of an office romance, and David (David Hornsby) loses yet another woman in his life as Jo (Jessie Ennis) leaves him to assist Brad (Danny Pudi).
Shrill S3
The third season of Shrill, the TV series from Aidy Bryant, Alexandra Rushfield, and Lindy West, is out today.
Everything finally seems to be falling into place for Annie—she’s managed to dump her man-child boyfriend, catch the eye of a powerful new mentor, and snag some high-profile assignments—so why isn’t everything clicking? Sometimes life’s big challenge isn’t getting what you want, it’s knowing what you want.
Resident Evil Village
Resident Evil Village, the new game from Capcom, is out today.
Set a few years after the horrifying events in the critically acclaimed Resident Evil 7 biohazard, the all-new storyline begins with Ethan Winters and his wife Mia living peacefully in a new location, free from their past nightmares. Just as they are building their new life together, tragedy befalls them once again.
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battle-of-alberta · 2 days ago
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celestialily replied to your post “To anyone: what happens if you're away from your...”
it’s 1am and exam week is over and this is TOO existential for me rn ok ok i saved all these pics to my phone for when they make sense. i cannot stop thinking about looking at familiar birds or ed hitching a ride back home. my whole life has been in these cities and i can barely fathom being away from them… fucking sweet penthouse details tho, u worked hard on those
Happy end of exam week and I'm Sorry For Giving You An Existential Crisis instead of a celebration.
It actually didn't occur to me that there would be people reading this who never leave home and it gave ME an existential crisis and I realized that every thing i write about these guys is undercut with homesickness. Like, I moved away from Edmonton age 9 across the continent to a foreign country right at the start of the War on Terror and I'm starting to accept that it /was/ traumatic for me and it /did/ inform a huge part of my perspective on things and has put me in this semi-permanent state of homesickness for "the life I was supposed to live where I didn't move away".
I started this blog while I was studying in Toronto and living with family in Victoria these past three years, I've been back in Edmonton for four months and I STILL have this sort of pandemic-induced homesickness that is a combination of "things have changed because time moved on without me, AGAIN" and "i can't do many of the things I used to do either because I'm no longer a student or because of restrictions" and its uh. Something that I've been dealing with my whole life and I guess these comics are a way to process... all... that.. stuff.
(also when i was growing up in Edmonton there's always going to be one friend who ends up moving to Calgary which when you're small sounds like they might as well be going to the ends of the earth and you'll never see them again. But also growing up in the public school system in a major city it feels like your friends coming from China and Kenya and all these places were like a day trip so IDK MAN TRAVEL IS WEIRD) (and also I think these guys feel bits and pieces of that immigrant diaspora as well as bits and pieces of urban indigeneity but it's not really my place to really analyze what that means in depth because I'm neither a new immigrant nor indigenous)
But yeah I am a uh very nostalgic person who is always trying to recapture those feelings of coming home, i get misty eyed on a plane in and I feel an extreme sense of satisfaction from setting on the path home and turning those familiar corners and I figure... if that's what gives me energy that's what must give them energy too. So I inject a lot of my childhood memories as well as new memories i've constructed as an adult with the knowledge I've gained about "what's different/special" from going away. Yeah :')
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swanimagines · 2 days ago
Could I request D14 + D16 with JEROME VALESKA, please? Thank you!!!
Fandom: Gotham
Prompts: D14. Betrayal + D16. Hallucinations
Warnings: mentions of abusive behavior + death + angst
A/N: For my birthday we'll publish a little angst drabble of my 2016 obsession, I miss Jerome :( I hope you like it!
Word count: 701
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You had put up with a lot with Jerome. You fell in love with that shy, sweet teenager all those years ago, when you were both 14 and bonded over abusive parents. He was sweet, bringing you flowers and charming you, but as you grew up, you started to see flashes of his opposite site. He started talking about wanting to hurt his mother back, while you wanted to run away together, settle in together to a nice town, but he wanted to stay, he told you that he needs to pay his mother. And during next months, he started to grow more aggressive and you saw pure hatred in his eyes whenever his mother slapped him.
But you loved him, so you stayed by his side. When he killed Lila, you covered it up with him. You loved him too much to end things, and you had tried to tell yourself that Lila deserved it as she was a terrible person.
But it had only gone downhill from there. Jerome got all meddled up with other criminals after he broke out from Arkham, he got unrecognizable and started killing people who hadn’t ever hurt him personally. He was a hitman for Theo Galavan, aiming to be something bigger, to terrorize Gotham.
But you stayed by his side, desperately hoping that you could pull him out from his lunatic state. But deep down you knew he was too far down. And when he died, you mourned for him, but in a way you were relieved, because Jerome wasn’t the same person who he had been before.
Then he came back to life, and came straight to you. His face was stapled on, scaring you at first since you didn't recognize him. He brought you to a carnival to watch his latest achievement. He had a delusion to kill that young orphan boy named Bruce Wayne and wanted you to watch, to be there to support him, and you didn’t know how to say no. You still loved him, even when he was even deeper down, and it just became worse.
He got sent to Arkham once again, and you prayed that they’d know what to do to him, to bring him back. But when he broke out again, he was just worse. His face had been reattached surgically this time, and now he was after more people. He bragged about all his plans to you, believing you still were faithful to him, not guessing you actually feared him now. You were just good at covering your fear up.
But when he wanted to kill his brother and Bruce once again, you betrayed him, you told about his plans to the cops, crying hysterically, letting all your fears and the feeling of losing your old boyfriend to flow out. They managed to stop Jerome with the intel you told them, but your intel also killed him. He jumped down the roof, and ever since then... you had seen him in your dreams every single night, sometimes you heard his footsteps, sometimes you saw him sleeping beside you when you turned around.
But the worst thing of all was when he appeared to you in a form of that 15 year old boy, back when he was that shy boy who wouldn’t hurt a fly, back when his mother wasn’t as bad in drinking as she turned out to be. Back when he was still the boy who you fell in love with. He followed you, and with a broken voice, asked you the same voice over and over again.
“Why did you kill me? I loved you. We could have been happy together.”
You never answered to him, hoping he would go away if you would try to make yourself believe he wasn’t there. But there was always a part of you who felt immense guilt for betraying him, the love of your life who you had tried to turn back into being a good person for so long. There was always that little voice inside you, gnawing you and laughing, saying you didn’t do enough, and that Jerome’s death was entirely your fault.
And that thought would never leave you alone.
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chiildishhopes · 2 days ago
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void magic // reality warping. 
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most things stated here, in regards to kaida’s powers, is in regard of arc 3 / arc 4 !!! 
—   the world as one knows it is false. There are codes that bound their souls to this game and she is stuck to venture, knowing that there is a true end somewhere, yet is stuck making mistake after mistake, watching friends and family die on repeat... 
Kaida is a void magic user. It comes with the territory of being an adiuto as while it was once rumored these creatures were the same as ibrida, it would seem they are actually destined for fates worse than death as guardians to this realm. Where Kaida may not have been the first of her kind to be able to load, save and restart ... 
She suffers this seemingly alone. There is no adiuto other than the Judge himself that she can turn to for guidance amongst the horrors that this magic untangles before her very eyes. She has lived many lives and watched herself make mistakes over and over. Learned from them yet if there is one thing Kaida is down right terrified of, is the change to the timeline every time something goes differently. 
In that case, she has held herself to a high guard, always worried that with any little change to the world, she may bring upon a worse ending. There are times during events that she has repeated countless times that she freezes up, a panic overwhelming her and crippling her. The sickening chime of Morpheus and static ringing in her ears as her reality warps, only to be snapped out of it by friends who care.
When her void magic goes ary, anyone who can see magic, and those who can’t will notice sudden changes to the area. There a soft white noise static that ramps up in volume. Peoples words don’t seem to enter the air, things visibly glitch in and out of place, into walls, into floors. And Kaida simply watches in terror of it all, unable to stop it willingly until she can calm down and get a hold of herself once more. 
Regularly however, Kaida does use void magic to do other things besides save and load. She stops time with a flick of Morpheus and it allows for many things to be done quickly without seconds passing by in reality. 
A regular magic user would not understand this is void however unless they’ve experienced these sorts of magics before. And Kaida herself can not mention that she has gone back and restarted several times, as there is a “ bug “ in the code that forces a reload upon the mention of such, wearing Kaida out. 
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luvcherrie · 3 days ago
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our first kiss on the ferris wheel
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pairing : irl!georgenorfound x gn!reader
warnings : cursing
word count : 0.7k
a/n: fully inspired by new girl 😩
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The sounds of childrens shrieks and screams of pure terror and joy surrounded you as you and George stood in line for a funnel cake. George wrapped his arms around your neck from behind as he rocked you gently. You sighed, constantly throwing your head back on the boy behind your shoulder.
He cocked his head slightly to the side meeting your eyes and giving you a small smile. You and George had met five months ago when you ran into each other while you were touring one of the universities in the Uk.
Immediately after he pointed you in the right direction of where to find the entrance of the university you had traded numbers and began talking everyday. You had gotten to hang out at a coffee place near his house once before you had to go back home to the states, and it had been the most fun you had had in a while.
The two of you talked for hours on end learning things about each other until closing time when the owner practically had to drag you out.
The night was still fairly young so you walked around London until three in the morning when you realized you had one more uni to tour before meeting up with a few friends that lived Chelsmford.
After that you had developed a bond with the british boy. Once you went back home you talked on the phone, fell asleep on facetime, and texted endlessly.
And George knew he was falling for you, so you spontaneously booked a flight back to the Uk just to visit the boy who had somehow captured your heart.
“You okay?” He smiled. His nose nudging against your cheek, a warm honey smile on his face.
“Never been better.” You hummed a smile on your face as well. “You sure?” His eyebrows knitted concern washing over his features as he started to question if you really wanted to be here with him.
As if you could see the thoughts floating around in his mind you quickly shook your head turning out of his grasp and cupping his face.
“I am perfectly okay, was just thinkin’ about how lucky I am to have met you.” You leaned up on your tippy toes slightly pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek.
“I can get whoever's next!”
Proceeding down the dirty rock path that led around the Carnival grounds, Georges’ hand wrapped around your waist as you feed him pieces of the cake in your hand every time he’d open his mouth the obnoxious ‘Ahh’ leaving his pretty lips.
“Ooh.” He put a hand over his mouth as he chewed and talked at the same time. “We should go on the ferris wheel.
The line doesn’t look too long.” He finished pointing at the big moving wheel in the corner between a game and small ride. “Yeah lets go!”
“God I can’t believe I allowed you to talk me into this.” You whispered gripping onto George's arm peeking at the ground ever so slightly. His laugh rumbled from his body causing you to feel the vibrations from it. “Why’d you come up here then!? I didn’t talk you into anything you came willingly.”
The boyish smile on his face was evident in his tone as he jostled you slightly.
“George I swear to fucking god I’m going to kill you.” The threat was an obvious empty one as you only grabbed onto him tighter.
Figuring it’d be better for him not to tease you when you were genuinely terrified he slowly moved his arm from your grip before wrapping it around your shoulder and bringing you closer to him just as you stopped right at the top of the wheel.
“There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Wearily you opened an eye when you felt soft breathing on the side of your face. The british boy smiled scrunching his nose a bit concealing a giggle. “We’re going to be perfectly fine.” A relaxed sigh left your mouth as you nodded but neither of you made any movements to pull away.
“May I kiss you?” You nibble at your lip the question catching you off guard. Once the realization of what he had asked settled in you nodded, George wasting no time connecting your soft pillowy lips to his.
The comfort of having his lips on yours made you feel at home, as if you were on top of the world.
Well.. you were sort of.
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crewman-penelope · 3 days ago
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Old Debts
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Fandom: James Bond / Rami Malek
Chapters : 3 of 21
Characters : Lyutsifer Safin, Tatjana Safin ofc, Luc Dupont omc, Marie Dupont ofc, James Bond, Moneypenny, Q, M, Felix Leiter, William Tanner, Blackmarket tycoon Yuri omc, Secretary of state for defence Ben Wallance
Relationship : Lyutsifer Safin / OFC Character, James Bond / Eve Moneypenny 
Warning : Lemon, crime, terrorism, espionage, double cross, dub-con, death scenario, racism, politic drama, apartheid subject 
Rating : MA
Gene: Crime / Drama / Terrorism 
Summary : New terror cells got their hands on Safin's weapon via the russian blackmarket, and neither Safin nor Bond are pleased. Not to speak of the FBI, the CIA and the MI6. 
Note : non of the characters belong to me, nor did I get any money from it. This fanfiction is written for entertaining purpose only.
3. Stay in our lover's story
Tatjana laid with wide open eyes in bed. She listened to the tellie, a noisy sound in the back with some static in it. After a while she heard Lyutsifer and Luc going down to the basement. She knew her husband had setted a small lab down there to experiment with.. well, she didn't know what he was doing there.
One time she had overheard Luc, speaking of a plutonium delivery, what had let her skin crawl. Everyone had seen what Lyutsifer was able to do with gas. No one wanted to find out what could happen with radioactive material in his hands. 
After being awake for nearly two hours she gave up the idea of sleep and went to the kitchen. She heard already Marie in it, making breakfast for the twins. In an hour the boat would come, collecting the boys to bring them to the main land. Like every morning since the twins started school. She still couldn't wrap her mind upon the idea her little boys, nearly six now, were already in school. 
Where did the time go? 
She entered the kitchen with a jawning, stretching her arms up. 
"Bonjour, Marie." 
"Bonjour, 'jana." 
Marie handed her a mug of coffee, double sweet, double cream and poured herself a mug to sit with Tatjana. 
A ritual, both women enjoyed and needed. The gossip corner, so Lyutsifer often jest. And it was true. Tatjana and Marie changed thoughts and ideas, making plans for the day every morning. This morning was different, though. 
"What's the deal?" Tatjana sipped at her coffee and watched Marie. 
Marie combed with her fingers through her short hair and sighed. Her eyes wandered everywhere but not to Tatjana. 
"There was an accident,", Marie began. "In Africa. South Africa." 
By the tone of Marie's voice goosebumps appeared on Tatjana's skin. "What had Safin done?" 
Marie shook wildly her head. "Nothing. Nothing this time. Luc told me that one of the terror cells he had sold gas had also sold it to a different resistance cell." 
"In Africa.", Tatjana added, not questioned it. 
Marie nodded and had some coffee. "Yes. He thinks there were Russians involved." 
"The reds!", Tatjana spatted out. If she despised a group of people, it were Russians. She thought the Oligarchy the worst form of state status. Nepotism and bribes are the drive the Moscow high society lived on. Everybody else were starving. Like in the Tsar Epoch. While the small but rich group of Oligarchs raped and plundered mother Russia, the simple man lived a hand-in-mouth existence. Thankfully - yes, she was thankful for that - Safin's 'Breath of chaos' had nearly destroyed this way of plundering. 
Tatjana opened her mouth to curse, but stopped in time. Maksimilian had entered the kitchen, his brother Matvei behind him. 
"Hey, guys!", Tatjana greeted her sons with a wide smile and embraced both, smoothing them. "And already dressed." 
Proudly she checked both, ready and dolled up with khaki shorts and colourful shirts. 
"Where's papa?", Maksimilian asked, while both boys settled at the table. "Working already", Tatjana answered and watched Marie pouring milk in the twins cereals. 
As if conjured by his son's words Lyutsifer entered the kitchen with a stony expression, that soften immediately as his eyes caught the twins. 
"Ah, eager for school?", he hummed and walked from one child to another to kiss his son's forehead. 
"Na..", Matvei sulked. "I want to go swimming.." "… and Baracuda-fishing!", Maksimilian finished his brother's sentence. 
Tatjana saw Lyutsifer smiling. Not many people could make him truefully smile, but his sons managed every time.
"Well then I propose we skip school today."
Tatjana thought it at first a tease, but the expression on Safin's broken face showed Tatjana he was serious. 
While the boys cheered up Tatjana darted a glance at him to get ignored. Lyutsifer sat down between his sons, caressing effectional their backs. 
"Well, looks like we have the best papa in the world…", she faked a smile. 
Lyutsifer nodded distinguished. "Yes.", he told her, eventually catching her eyes. "We are going on an adventure." 
Tatjana understood at once. There was nothing more to say. She brewed a fresh cup of mint tea for her husband and sat down with him, while Luc went to the radio, telling the school ship that the kids were sick.
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natromanoffxox · 3 days ago
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Something Hot
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, violence, gun use (please message if you think I need to add any more!)
TAG LIST: @chicken-wang09 @ima-gi--na-tion @severepeanutartisanhands @madamvirgo @wickedmuses @ali-lie @madamevirgo
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CHAPTER 15
Gunshots where going off all around you, but all you could do was run. You had nothing to protect yourself with, not even a fucking stick for Christ sake. There was banging and crashing all around you, as if the whole building was falling in on itself. You needed to find Natasha.
As if the lord above where listening to you, Nat came running from the other end of the hallway you were in, spreading a smile across your face that was quickly dropped when you saw what she was running from. The Hulk. The fucking Incredible Hulk. In his state of rage, he was barging through everything, literal walls breaking down in his wake, nothing stopping him, nothing slowing him down. You stopped and pushed yourself up against a door, waiting for the right moment. Just as Natasha was opposite, you dragged her towards you, pushing the door open and falling in a ball of limbs into the room behind. It took her a second to recover, picking herself up on her elbows to look at you, breathing heavy and eyes wide with terror.
“If you tell anyone about the state I’m in, I’ll have to end you myself.” She joked, making you let out a breathy chuckle. Was she seriously joking at a time like this?
“What’s going on?”
“Clint and Selvig, they’re under Loki’s mind control. They just came at us out of nowhere. I sent Thor after Loki to make sure he doesn’t get out.”
You winced at her words, making Natasha’s eyes narrow. She knew you knew something.
“What.” It wasn’t a question, but a demand.
“Loki got out.”
“And how would you know that.” She sat up, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I think that’s a question for another day. Right now, Thor is locked in that cell and this building is about to collapse around us.”
Just as you said that, the walls began to crumble. You grabbed Natasha’s hand, pulling her to her feet as you ran through the room, dodging the falling ceiling and heading for the stairs. God, how you wished you had some crazy super powers right now.
“We have to get Thor.” You said, heading back down the stairs towards the cell. Surely enough, he was still there, smacking his hammer against the glass in attempt to break free. Natasha ran to the board, pressing a sequence of buttons before the locks lifted and the glass door slid open.
“Come on, Blondie, we’ve gotta go!”
You managed to escape just in time, the whole building collapsing around you as you ran for the exit. When you were out, it was just as bad as the inside.
“He opened the portal.”
It was if there was a gaping hole in the sky. Weird caterpillar looking monsters flying out. Where you dreaming? Was this shit actually happening?
“Come on!” Natasha grabbed your hand, pulling you towards her car to head straight into the battle field, because that’s totally where you wanted to be. Right smack bang in the middle of THAT.
Why the hell did you sign up for this?
She handed you a gun, locking eyes with you, sending every bit of love she had inside her into your eyes. You didn’t know whether you liked it or not. Was she reminding you she loved you or making sure you knew it just incase something happened? Either way, she was out the car and you followed close behind. People were screaming in the streets, running for safety in every direction.
You were in the middle of a war, wearing leggings and a crop top, armed with one gun.
Jesus Christ.
The team got to it straight away. Natasha chucked something at you, and when you opened your palm you saw an ear piece. You put it in and began to hear everything the team were saying, keeping connected to each other no matter where they were. You saw Tony up in the sky, the rest down below with you.
“I’ve got eyes on Loki.” You heard Nat’s voice, following her view as he flew the weird flying caterpillar around in the sky.
“We’ve got to close the portal!” Steve shouted, and you began to figure out where it was.
“How?” You asked, not understanding a single thing of what was going on. Is this really the shit The Avengers had to deal with?
“Loki’s Scepter. Get him, get his scepter, close the portal.” Nat told you, making eye contact as you his behind a car for cover. You looked back to the sky, trying to find the God of mischief once again. He was stood on the top of a building. Perfect.
You ran, ignoring everyone’s cries for you to stay down.
“Y/N stop!”
“What is she doing?!”
You knew what you were doing. You were going to trick the trickster. No one tried to destroy your world.
You were in the building Loki stood on, waiting for the elevator, refusing to take the stairs for the whole journey up.
“Hi Loki!” You waved at him as you finally reached the roof, making him spin in shock.
“Y/N?! What are you doing here?” His face said it all, he definitely was not expecting you.
“They brought me out here, didn’t want to leave me in the crumbling building, you know? And there’s loads of shooting down there, thought I’d be safer up here!”
You look around at the sky and then down below as you walked up to him, gun hidden in the back of your leggings.
“So... whatcha doin’?” You rolled back and forth on your feet, smiling the same smile you’d gave him earlier. He simply laughed, shaking his head at you before summoning one of the ugly caterpillars his way.
“Daddy issue stuff.” He climbed on top of the beast, scepter tucked by his side.
“Wow, can I come?!” You put on a face of pure shock, a wide smile to look amazed by what was in front of you. You saw a flash of doubt in his eyes before he laughed again.
“Fine, little one. But only for a moment!”
“Y/N don’t you dare!” You heard through the earpiece.
You climbed on behind Loki.
“Y/N I swear to god!” Oh you were in trouble. But not as much as Loki, which eased your mind slightly. If you could get the scepter, you could close the portal, and that’s all that mattered.
“You okay back there, little one?” Loki turned slightly to try see you as he flew the freaky thing, seeing your smile of pure joy. It actually was quite fun! Other than you know, the murder, shooting and chaos all around. You heard a shot from behind you making you duck your head down low. When you turned, you saw Natasha on one of the ugly flying caterpillars right behind you, getting closer by the second.
“Oh, oh. I’m in trouble.” You muttered, loud enough for Loki to hear.
“Don’t fret, little one.” That being said, he shot up higher into the sky, dodging the building last minute and spinning in the opposite direction. Should you have really got on the back of this thing? You looked down to see Natasha right below you.
“Sorry Loki, gotta go.” You patted his shoulder and stood up quickly, grabbing his Scepter before jumping.
“You better stay catch me Natasha.” You almost cried as you fell through the sky. The wind was nearly knocked out of you when you landed, thankfully not on the floor, but on the beast Natasha was flying.
“That was cool as fuck.” You heard Tony laugh through the earpiece.
“Hi, babe!” You smiled, getting a look of pure rage in return.
“As impressed as I am, I am furious.” You couldn’t keep the smile from growing on your face, and you could see hers creeping too. You let out a laugh before kissing her cheek, making her real smile come through.
“Get that to the tesseract, I’ll get Loki.” She told you as she flew you to the ground, letting you land on your feet before you ran to the portal. What now?
“What the fuck do I do now?!” You looked between the glowing box and the scepter, cluelessly.
“Push it closed!” Nat shouted back in your ear. Yeah, ‘cause it’s so obvious...
You jammed the fork in, pushing with all your force to try and close it.
“Hold your horses.” You heard Tony throw piece, stopping your attempts to see him flying up towards the portal holding a nuke. Holy. Shit. Before you could reply he was gone, disappearing into the black hole. Was he coming out? He had to right? He had to!
“Tony?” You spoke but earned no reply. Natasha ran to your side, eyes wide at the scene above.
“Come on, Stark.” You heard her mumble, and knowing that she was worried, worried you even more. You couldn’t lose him. Not like this.
“Close it.” Natasha said.
“What no, he’s-“
“Close it!”
Tears in your eyes, you jammed the scepter back into the box, finally stopping the beaming blue light and shutting it off. You couldn’t look. You couldn’t watch as he didn’t return. It was Natasha’s sign of relief that finally made you open your eyes again. Looking up, you was Tony falling through the sky, pummelling towards the street below.
“He’s not slowing down. GUYS! He’s not slowing down!”
Out of no where, Bruce, or should you say the Hulk, flew forward, grabbing Tony as he clung to a building, tearing the walls as he fell with speed. You watched as he slung himself backwards, hitter the floor in a crash. You ran to the scene, Natasha on your heals just as Thor tore of Tony’s mask. He wasn’t awake. Eyes shut, not moving.
“Tony?” You said in a tiny voice, choking back the tears that dared to shed from your eyes.
“Come on. Wake up, you stupid idiot.”
He didn’t move.
“Wake up!” You screamed at the man in metal in front of you, holding on to his hand as if it were going to wake him.
“Y/N-“
Natasha was interrupted by the raw that came from Bru- the Hulk, shocking Tony’s eyes wide open as he gasped for air.
“Oh, thank god!” You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, falling back and holding your head with the hand that wasn’t in his.
“Well, that was something.” He coughed out, slowing lifting himself to a sitting position. You all looked around, seeing the distraction of the city you lived in. That was going to cost a pretty penny to fix...
“So... Did I just help save the world?”
The team let out a queue of laughter at you question, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Yeah, but we’ll be having words.” Natasha gave you a look, a look that said ‘you’re in deep shit’, but her smile never left her face, showing how proud she was of you.
“What now?” You asked, looking at the team around you.
“Anyone hungry? I’m starving.” Tony replied, sending you a cheeky smile as you raised your brow at him. The man just basically left earth and died and now he’s hungry?!
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Considering the building you once all lived in was now gone, along with everything inside it, you all headed to your old restaurant, ready to end the night with some good food before you figured out your next move. It was far enough away from the chaos to not have been effected.
“Hi Taylor!” You smiled at him as you entered the building, The Avengers right behind you. He smiled at you before it dipped and grew bigger at the sight of the hero’s.
“Y/N! It’s been ages! What can I do for you?” He stepped up to you, not so sneakily sparing glances to your friends, your family.
“Food. Saving the world build up one hell of an appetite.”
“Near death situations get me peckish.” Tony chirped in behind you, making you roll your eyes at his joke, though knowing him he probably was not joking.
You took a seat round the large table, taking in the sight in front of you. The Avengers, your family, looked like shit. Everyone was dirty, their clothes covered in dust and blood. Their faces had cuts and bruises from the fighting and shrapnel that flew around them. Tony, Thor, Loki, Bruce (yes, Bruce, not the Hulk) who wore a a T-shirt and shorts that some kind civilians gave him, Steve, and Natasha.
Ah, Natasha. Even when her hair was messed up from the battle, a small thin cut by her brow with dried blood around it, covered in claret and muck, was still just as beautiful as ever. How did she do it?
“What are we going to do about him?” Steve nodded towards Loki, who sat beside you silently, hands cuffed in front of him. You gave him a look of apology, you didn’t want him to feel betrayed by you for some reason. You actually think you saw him as a friend, something you would not be announcing to the group.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered to him as you touched your foot to his leg beside him to get his attention. The team were discussing where they could keep him locked up, unable to do any more damage than he’d already done.
“Don’t worry, little one. I know.” He gave you a smile. A real smile, not a fake one, not a trick. You could see it in his eyes, he really meant that.
“We can go to my holiday home. It has enough room for us all for a while. And we can keep... him, in the basement.”
The idea of locking Loki up in the basement of a house did not sit well with you, then you remembered it was Tony Stark, and his basement was probably equivalent to a normal persons living room.
“We still need to talk.” Natasha whispered in your ear, sending a freezing cold shiver down your spine. You did not look forward to that. Before you knew it, she was dragging you by your hand to the other side of the restaurant, where no one was around to hear the upcoming conversation. You glanced back to the team, eyes full of worry but all they done was chuckle at your terrified state.
Thanks guy, really helpful.
“What were you thinking?!” Natasha let out as soon as you turned to face her. Oh, she was mad.
When she said you were going to have words, she really meant it.
“I was thinking ‘do whatever it takes to save the world’” You shrugged back, regretting the action as soon as you done it seeing the flame behind her eyes ignite.
“You could have been hurt! Or worse, killed! Did you think about that?!”
“No, I was thinking about making sure no one else got hurt or killed!” You admitted, and some part inside of you warmed at the words. You were talking like a true agent of SHIELD.
“What if I lost you, huh? What would I do then?” You could hear the hurt behind her words, her mind probably going back to seeing you lying in a hospital bed. You stepped forward, taking your hands in hers, and looking deep into her eyes.
“Don’t you remember? It’s me and you, always. I’ll never leave you.” You grinned, watching as the anger left her eyes and her tense stance deflated. You’d won her over, and she pulled you closer to her, wrapping her arms round you like you were the only thing keeping her alive. You breathed her in, carving this memory into your brain so you could never forget it. You loved how protective she was.
“Come on, I’m hungry.” You pulled back, giving her a quick peck on the lips before smirking and leading her back to the table. You saw something in Loki’s eyes as you sat back in your seat beside him.
“She’s off limits. You fuck with her, you fuck with me.” You mumbled as you tilted closer to him, pretending to itch your ankle as you spoke. When you looked back up, he was giving you a genuine smile, and you knew he was silently agreeing with your statement.
“I would never, little one. I would never hurt you.”
You let yourself sit back with a sign, slowly tuning in to the conversation the rest of the team were having beside you.
“Oh, you’re in it deep. She has you wrapped round her finger.” Thor laughed, looking at Natasha before looking at you and grinning. Oh, boy.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realise today was the day you wanted to die, Blondie.”
You had to literally pin Natasha to her seat, sending a glare Thor’s way telling him to shut up before she really did kill him. Natasha hated being seen as weak and vulnerable, and teasing her about her relationship was possibly the biggest grave anyone could dig themselves.
“Are you all going to behave while I put in our order? Can I actually trust you to not kill each other?” You asked, a serious question. Steve and Tony were glaring at each other again. Natasha’s eyes were sending out a look that could kill straight to Thor. Bruce was just watching the scenes play out, and Loki was smiling at the ruction. He must really love it when people fight, being the god of mischief and all that.
With a huff, you left them, pushing up off your seat to go to the bar. What a day. 
“Just give me seven burgers, they’ll get what they’re given.” You laughed to Carly. Seeing her sweet smile made you miss her even more than you realised, she had always been such a good friend to you.
You forgot it had been half a nearly year since you’d set foot in the place. It made you realise that you’d been with Natasha for almost 8 months. Damn, that was a long time! Though no one knew anything of it for half of that time. But you couldn’t be happier with your new life. It was if you were a whole new person, again. Your mental and physical health had never been better, and you were saving the world. Not bad considering you were a drug addict only a few years back. Who would’ve thought you’d be where you are now?
You glanced up for a moment, silently thinking about how proud you’d of made your father today, even if you had been a little reckless.
“So, you’re an Avenger now?” Carly raised a brow with a smirk, nodding towards the group who sat behind you bickering. You looked down at yourself, your lovely grey leggings covered in black dust and your use to be favourite white shirt now ruined.
“I wouldn’t go that far, but I do work for SHIELD.”
It was as if they all had super hearing, as you heard a throat clear behind you, and when you turned you saw them all giving you warm and proud smiles.
“No, Y/N. You fought along side us and you saved the world. You are an Avenger.” Tony told you, giving you a look that you could only describe as the look a father would give their child when they’d done them proud.
You were an Avenger.
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A/N: Again, I know this isn’t how it originally goes in the film! I had to make it fit, I’m sorry! Don’t hate me...
A little bit of a longer wait for chapter 16, my working hours have increased and quite frankly my love for writing and reading is keeping me up til stupid o’clock in the morning. I’m working on 7 hours sleep in the last 72 hours. I’m surprised I can even spell half the words right at this point✌🏻MUCH LOVE💕
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