#who hurt Miles again

[nicoscheer]

Do you want to discover what bands @mileskane listens to while ironing his shirts? Then listen to this episode of the music podcast @kendedital with the nicest and funniest guy in the music business!

We had a blast! 🫶🏽

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"I'm willing to play anywhere. Even now, if I were offered a gig at the pub across the street, l'd take it. I simply love playing. If you asked, I'd play right this moment. I just love playing, I'm not arsed. It's what it's all about." X

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Miles when being asked about AM’s new sound:

mk: "you gotta respect it, you know, like, that's me bro, i'm always gonna have his back, you know what i mean? yeah and i respect for a big band to follow their gut. that's what al does and you gotta respect it whether you like it or not. it's kind of what all great artists do."

interviewer: "like it's cool that you kinda... you want to fucking do it so you do

mk: "yeah, man, that's me boy. if he wants to sing french or sing nigerian, i'm gonna have his back, you know what i mean?"

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🫶🏽🫶🏽🥹🥹🥺my boys

Like I hate it that he’s always asked bout AM and TLSP cause he’s promotion his solo tour but this is 😘

So you’re telling me they are literally promoting Miles and Liam djing with a Tlsp pic 😭😭🫠🥺

Imagine if Alex were you just casually show up behind that DJ booth

with his bosom friend Alex Turner

At Crammerock we saw him strolling backstage. We decided to put on our naughty shoes and ask him. He turned out to be very amable and he was immediately enthusiastic about our concept,

So, you set out on your own

You shut up shop, you're leavin' home

You feel no need to settle down

In the crippled crook of your earth bound town

And you've been down this road before

Which is not to say you're bored

Or that you shouldn't want for more

It's just your expectations should be lower

There must be somethin' more than this

More than ideal homes or domestic bliss

What is there left for you to do

'Cause you've seen the future and it's nothin' new

And you've been down this road before

Which is not to say you're bored

Or that you shouldn't want for more

It's just your expectations should be lower, should be lower

And you've been down this road before

Which is not to say you're bored

Or that you shouldn't want for more

It's just your expectations should be lower, should be lower

Apparently wasn’t happy with the text placement so had to repost it 🤣🤣🥹

His eyebrow slit and bear looking fucking clean

Also I hate everybody who lives close to Gent or Sheffield

Miles last night with chef Tom brown and Jay Forrester at the opening of Tom’s new oyster bar (pearly queen shoreditch/ where Tom and friends repeatedly posted that the logo outside is the new bat signal 🤨y’know like miles guitarist said that the mirrorball is their bat signal) (also the fact that Tom reposted the pic of them via puppetspaces ig)

The pictures of Miles with Tom and Jay

So proud of him selling out within less than two hours

Miles helping Tom with taste testing

I love that as soon Chef Tom Brown is involved everybody starts using Miles’ music; here a custom knife made for TB using troubled son

A nice recap of the opening night, the way Miles disappears in that hug with Tom is 🥹🥹🥹

#miles kane #Liam toon #okay I’m in love with that picture how adorable are they pls #also that poster for Japan looks absolute boss #I envy people who live in gent #08/11/2023 #so proud of him #Instagram #also no darling I hate that he’s so self deprecating sometimes like darling believe me you could play Coachella (not sure if they’d let #you after the kiss cause homophobia) but if you ever return to Coachella it’s certainly gonna be as an artist and not as a crew member #who hurt Miles again #why is he always posting fucking sad songs 😭 #what is he doing listening to this depressive music in the evening pls can we just all give him a massive hug

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Spring is here , the true beginning of the year , the season where my soul reborns and blooms .

I have made some progress in terms of the person I am becoming, truly in all my honesty all that i have done is to stop caring for everything that once used to matter , the less I care about anything in particular the less I am bothered and the happier i stay. And i really hope everyone here is doing well and I appreciate all the love that was sent.

The problem is I care a lot about everything and i don't even get the bare minimum in return and when i do get it it's too late, so much time has passed by then ,when it comes by then i do not want or need it because it's the not care that came out of love it came out of their guilts. And the longer i wait for it to come by -the more I learn why I don't need it anymore .

I am slowly learning to value myself ,trying to put myself in a position where I can agree that i too deserve all the good things and love even on the days when i have nothing to offer .

Idk guys I am just here to rant and to be stupid

Better late than never they say , I guess it's not too late for me either, I will start my life and live up to what I want & how I feel ,i don't have to care about anything else as long as I feel alive in my bones things will eventually flow, I will fall in love with myself little by little day after day.

I will choose myself instead of choosing others and I will fall in love with my solitude instead of bearing it with me , i don't care if I end up alone if I do end up all by myself I will be with someone who i know has a tendency not to give up .

Life is really short i just don't want to sit and watch it pass by , if I am lucky enough I will have 40 more springs to experience , I have clear boundaries and thoughts in my head now, eventually i will find peace through it I hope so.

Ramdan kareem to people who celebrate it here please remember gaza in your prayers and fastings

#i love everyone here i hope you all are really good and if you are not i will just hope you all will be eventually #things will get better guys give yourself a chance dont crosss oceans for people who cant cross a mile for you #choose yourself over and over again let things go let people leave when they want to #keep yourself happy you are all you have everything is temporary #do good for yourself don't do anything whixh will hurt you in any way shape of form #seem therapy if needed #always remember if it can happens once it can happen again #dont think too much about anything just live do your part feed yourself well #find happiness in small acts of your living #this stupid blog is currently still active on Instagram in case you want to read more of poetry #remember you deserve all good things but don't go around hurting people #take care of your heart bye 🫂❤️‍🩹

[tswwwit]

Will Dipper always have almost no magic of his own, even after being reincarnated? He obviously has a talent for life magic but he can’t really train to get better at it, because he’s using Bill’s magic for it (and we know the latter hates it lol). I just don’t want my guy to be sad and miserable forever🥺 He deserves to become a cool and independent magician! And prove his bullies wrong once and for all!

A reincarnation of Dipper could definitely have more magic of his own! And as clever as he is, there's a bright future ahead of him. Perhaps even one where he's excellent at life magic and healing, and getting a little cocky about his own talents.

Bill, of course, upsets all the plans he had for his life. Again.

The good news is that it's a life where Dipper could use more life magic. Theoretically. The problem there is going to be hashing out how he can use it once they're bonded again.

#answers #It'd be pretty fun to see a Dipper who's managed to get a few neat achievements under his belt magically. Perhaps even... smug about it? #Suddenly faced with a guy who knows even more than him by miles #A Dipper with ideas about how to break this 'bond' and cast Bill out. Only to get increasingly stressed out as all of his efforts fail #I mean c'mon. It's Dipper. The big walls of 'I'm Great' he built were only to protect the anxiety-ridden core of himself #Bill is amused. You put up a pretty great fight kid!! You mighta made a dent if this thing didn't have centuries of weight behind it #Even then it's pretty rock-solid construction; bet you'd *hate* to meet the guy who forged it #Though in all honesty. Dipper wasn't trying *quite* as hard as he could have to break the thing #Something kept holding him back #Alternately: Healer/Doctor Dipper who's now Very Annoyed that Bill's getting in the way of his chosen practice #So what if it makes Bill sick? Screw him. If they're stuck together then what's the magical equivalent of separate bank accounts #No way he's giving up his awesome talent. He's great at it. It helps people. Bill can go kick rocks #Alternate of the alternate: Dipper insisting *Bill* learn a few life tricks even if it's uncomfortable for him #Goading him into it by declaring that well. His knowledge isn't *really* infinite without *That* area of magic. Is it. #Good job Dipper! You truly know how to needle your husband into doing stuff he normally wouldn't no matter the lifetime #Probably comes in handy when Dipper gets Very Hurt that lifetime! Bill'd rather stumble off to be sick in the bushes than lose him again

[milimeters-morales]

okay i’m thinking of a story where Rio gets like VERY hurt/seriously ill and has to end up staying in a hospital for a long time, and the doctors aren’t optimistic about her chances and it seems like nobody else but Miles and his dad are. And i want Miles to talk to his dad, Hobie, Peter, and Gwen about it, since they’ve all lost mothers/mother figures in ways (would have to wing it for Jefferson) and i want him to just. go through it basically. get supportive and optimistic answers, get closed-off and realistic answers, get silence and pitiful looks. and i want it to affect literally his entire life because it should! People begin to notice how down Spider-Man is, his friends at school notice, people he doesn’t even know can tell he’s upset. and i also want the ending to be ambiguous even though my heart is telling me to make it a definite “Rio lives” ending.

#this would be like a hurt/little comfort or hurt/no comfort basically #miles morales #spiderman #spider man #rio morales #about a loved one with a chronic illness/not that much time left #and the uncertainty that comes with life and miles gets all existential #and the ‘sacrifice’ of being Spider-Man and whether or not this counts because #this was going to happen whether Miles was spider-man or not #the story is about not having control no matter who you are and trying to accept that and how ‘sacrifice’ is a really. um. it’s definitely+ #a way to view being spider-man as this constant loss and sacrifice of your loved ones #okay well ignore me lol rambling again

[sage-nebula]

Last night I went on a binge reading @chaoxfix's Sonic & Tails fics (and I recommend that everyone else do the same, they are excellent), and in particular "build away and away and away" has been sticking in my head ever since. At least to the point where I'm still thinking about it after sleeping. In specific, I'm thinking about . . .

I think a lot of people have probably played with the idea of, "What if Eggman raised Tails instead of Sonic?" There was a Sonic Boom episode that lightly touched on the idea, I know. One where Sonic gets sent to a reality where he never existed, and Tails is working as Eggman's "sidekick" instead. Now, setting aside my usual annoyance at applying the term "sidekick" to Tails re: Sonic like it's not a demeaning term (it is), as well as the fact that, being Boom, the episode didn't delve nearly deep enough into that concept as I would have liked, it just got me thinking . . . what that would actually look like, for Tails.

First, there's the obvious path to take, the "Tails does evil!" take. And I don't think that's necessarily a wrong path to take. The series has made a point time and time again to highlight that, while Sonic and Eggman are arch-enemies, Tails is Eggman's intellectual rival. Eggman and Tails are the ones whose levels mirror each other in Sonic Adventure 2. In the IDW comics, not only do we see that Eggman respects Tails' abilities ("Prower wouldn't be that sloppy," he says to Orbot in "Bad Guys #2"), but Starline even makes a note about how Tails' house looking like a fox head is similar to how Eggman made his ship look like his own face. Moreover, children learn their morals and values from the ones who raise them; it's not a stretch to think that if Eggman raised Tails, he would raise him with the idea that "there's no such thing as evil, really, just science and progress and sometimes you have to kill a cow to make a steak." It's not about hurting people for the sake of hurting them, but about scientific process and how sometimes that means people get hurt even if you'd rather they didn't.

But the fic I linked above made me start thinking about how, it's not just good that Sonic found and raised Tails because he raised Tails up to be a hero. But rather, it's what's best for Tails' own well-being. Because Sonic likes Tails' inventions, yes. He's so proud of all of Tails' accomplishments. But Tails' engineering isn't the first thing about Tails that Sonic cares about. First and foremost, Sonic cares about Tails, as a person. He cares that Tails is safe, that Tails is healthy, that Tails is happy. (Insert, "I want to see it grow up happy" etc meme.) If Tails said one day that he was tired of inventing things and wanted to stop doing so for a while, then—after making sure that Tails wasn't saying this under any duress and that it was what he really wanted, because such a sudden change of heart would be alarming—Sonic would support him 100%. He doesn't care about Tails because Tails' inventions are useful, he cares about Tails because he genuinely loves him. And, as depicted in the fic I linked above, he'll directly intervene when Tails is doing things that harm himself in the name of scientific progress.

But Eggman would never do that, for so many reasons.

First of all, there is no one in the universe that Eggman cares about more than himself. His well-being is the only (organic) person's well-being he's concerned with. And this doesn't change when he is working with other living people; he doesn't care how Shadow is doing throughout SA2, and he barely pays Rouge any mind outside of whether she can get the Chaos Emeralds for them or not. In the IDW Comics, he not only uses Rough and Tumble to spread the Metal Virus to Sonic, but he has no qualms about strangling or otherwise beating the shit out of Starline the second Starline does something he disapproves of, even before their relationship goes sour. Heck, in one of the annuals we see that Eggman has a Zombot Starline doll in his toy room. Stripping Starline of everything that made him a living person was at least always an idea in Eggman's head, if not an outright plan. Just because Starline idolized him didn't mean Eggman cared about him, and the same would go for Tails.

But more than that, Eggman very much operates mostly by way of his id, i.e. his base desires / surface-level wants. He doesn't have much of a superego (moral conscience) to speak of, and thus nothing for the ego (middle ground) to mediate. What this means is that when Eggman wants something, he goes for it, consequences be damned. This is why he builds his theme parks, invents Metal Viruses, tries over and over again to conquer the world, etc. He doesn't care who gets hurt so long as he gets what he wants, and he doesn't really see a problem in this line of thinking.

So to bring this back to the fic that originally got me thinking about this, wherein Tails drinks a concoction that actively hurts him but allows him to invent things at the speed of light . . . where Sonic steps in and destroys as much of it as he can because he is understandably alarmed at the idea of his little brother ingesting toxic chemicals to produce better inventions, Eggman would have been delighted at Tails' invention of the Miles Electric Juice and would encourage him to drink it, and drink it, and keep drinking it. Eggman would never drink it himself—as stated, his own well-being is one he does care about—but if Tails destroyed himself in the name of making new tech for Eggman to use? Perfectly fine. Eggman doesn't need Tails any more than he ever needed Starline; if Tails can serve as a lab assistant for a little while, that's fine, but if he runs himself ragged to the point of death while inventing . . . well, that's fine, too. If Eggman ever gets sentimental, he can just build a robot version.

I don't think Eggman would ever directly harm Tails unless Tails "stepped out of line" the way Starline did. If Tails ever tried to act as Eggman's equal, then Eggman would be very quick to remind Tails of his place as a subordinate. But just because he doesn't actively mistreat him doesn't mean he takes good care of him, either. Sonic had stumbling blocks in their youth; he was a child raising a child, he did the best he could but of course there were still pitfalls. But he always put Tails' safety and well-being at the top of his priority list, while that wouldn't even be on Eggman's priority list, much less near the top.

It's just something that's interesting to think about. Under Sonic's guardianship, Tails grew up into a hero, yes. (Hero, not sidekick!) But he also grew up into a healthy, happy, well-adjusted and stable person, for the most part. Under Eggman's guardianship, I don't think he'd be nearly as healthy, well-adjusted, stable, or happy. And that's before we get to all of the crimes he'd be complicit in. It's just an interesting line of thought.

#miles tails prower #dr eggman #sonic the hedgehog #unbreakable bond #(well it's mentioned) #I believe in both nature & nurture. i think it's a 50/50 split. so I don't think Tails would be *radically* different #but he would still be quite different w/ different morals but also his anxieties & neuroses dialed up to 11 #plus I do think there would be times when he'd tried to offer his input or smth in a way Eggman wouldn't like #& he WOULD get struck for it. but unlike Starline who also had his ego hurt Tails is little enough that he'd just internalize it #& would learn to *never speak out again* #don't know if this would be a world w/o Sonic or not. I like to think it would be bc I can't imagine a world where Sonic meets Tails #& doesn't immediately go ''you're being adopted. by me. sign here'' lolololol #but still. lots of possibilities & stuff to think about #sth

[arsonist-chicken]

PSA, don't talk about anything in your town hall that you don't want every employee and their families to know. Maybe avoid your town hall in general and move to a town where none of your relatives or anyone else you know works unless you want them to know your business.

#source: my mother works in the town hall in the social housing department and immediately when arriving home #starts telling everyone everything that happened today and who applied for housing and who got it and who was kicked out etc etc. #which I Do Not want to know; and also it's another reason for me to move away for a while at least after graduating #because otherwise i'd have applied for social housing in my town which. requires filling out the forms that my mother reviews now. #she doesn't decide who gets housing but i don't need her to look at all my documents and insurance times and former employers etc etc #SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I don't want to know any of this!! how do you arrive home and immediately start talking a mile a second!! #@people who are in relationships: how the FUCK do you deal with coming home and not getting some peace and quiet? #i would lose it if I came home and was immediately talked at for the entire evening about things i don't give a shit about #and that should also not leave the town hall or even the office it belongs to #'are you not hungry or do you just not want to eat with us'. what. the fuck kind of answer do you expect to that. #yes i'm hungry but i'd rather sit in my room hungry and go to my swimming club hungry later than eat with you #and be talked at and questioned about what i did today and what my plans are for the tenth time this week #and having to repeat everything twice for some reason. sunday aka me leaving cannot come soon enough #mine #vent and rant #i also don't need to hear about her GODDAMN DIET PLANS *AGAIN*. i don't care i don't care i don't care!! #leave me alone with dieting!! i'm perfectly capable of falling back into disordered eating habits all by myself! I don't need someone else #to talk about diets and weights and weight loss and calories and weight watchers all the time for that! #i'm perfectly capable of hurting myself like that all on my own; i don't need outside encouragement! god. i cannot wait to live alone #and have my own damn kitchen and enough money to buy proper food that's good for me and that i like regularly. #maybe even see a dietician once to help me find some foods with iron and other things i often have too little of. #and no one to tell me when to eat and then be passive-aggressive about it when i say i don't want to eat now

[quietwingsinthesky]

laying on the floor thinking about franziska & miles….

#guys help it’s setting in again #when the characters… when the characters are siblings…. raised by an imposing father who eventually hurts them in ways that will never heal #(to be clear. I am team Manfred Von Karma wasn’t like. exceptionally abusive. I don’t think he was a monster to his kids while raising them. #I think he imposed extreme standards of perfection on them and himself that have done so much harm to miles & franziska. #so. emotional abuse. yes. but I don’t think it was like. an intentional evil scheme. #I think he just raised kids while having a fucked up worldview. #‘he killed edgeworth’s dad’ YES. YES HE DID. MONSTER!!! but what if. he did that. and then raised franziska & miles with love. #with all the love Von Karma could muster to show. and it was harsh. it was cold. but it was love. #and THEN. AT THE ELEVENTH HOUR. THE FINAL MOMENT BEFORE DL-6 COULD FINALLY GO AWAY. that was when he unraveled. #and that makes his betrayal and plot to destroy edgeworth even worse… #what if that. what if.) #anyway. miles being the first one in the game to say to Franziska’s face ‘you are being emotionally immature and violent like a child’ #and franziska shooting back with ‘well! I came here to win a case and make you come back-‘ #(sidenote: DID SHE HAVE ANY REASON TO BELIEVE HE WAS ALIVE? BEYOND GUT INSTINCT??? INSANE. INSANE BURDEN TO PUT ON HERSELF. #WIN AGAINST PHOENIX. REMAIN PERFECT IN ALL WAYS. AND YOUR BROTHER. THE LAST FAMILY YOU HAVE. WILL COME BACK FROM THE DEAD. INSANE GIRLIE.) #‘-but now that you’re here I don’t even want to look at you because you’re a painful reminder of everything that went wrong.’ #franziska is rotating so fast in my mental microwave… the way she emulates Von karma in court. all the action. none of his control. #either of the court or of himself. franziska DOES act like a child. she hits people when she doesn’t get her way! #and it’s like yeah OF COURSE SHE DOES! SHES BEEN DOING THIS SINCE SHE WAS 13!!! THATS HOW SHE ACTED THEN AND NO ONE DARED CORRECT HER #BECAUSE SHES A VON KARMA. SHES PERFECT. SHES A SCARY LITTLE GIRL WITH A WHIP AND NO ONE FUCKING SAID ‘hey. uh. maybe. don’t hit people?’ #god I am just fascinated by her. the way she has Von karma’s finger waggle animation but her version doesn’t stop the dialogue #and force you to watch the whole animation… she literally does not have the same power he did… #putting her in a cat carrier and taking her to the vet. that’s how I feel about her #ace attorney #franziska von karma #miles edgeworth #btw I’m only on AA 2 so if my analysis is way off somehow? that’s why.

[solarisposting]

screaming myself hoarse til I pass out we were together during a very tumultuous time in our lives I will always have your back and be curious about you about your career your whereabouts!!!

#not about j we're good - about the friend who i haven't shut up about in the 14 years i've been on the hellsite #the fun part is that i know his forever career and his forever whereabouts and it will break my heart into shards for the rest of my life! #and goddamnit we weren't romantically together but instead together as part of a weirdly codependent friend group of four and we were #near identically weird and fucked up emotionally and in our humor and how we spoke and how we meshed and i will NEVER fucking get over it!! #i'm still agog that i sent you a last chance hail mary sort of letter like the lyrics in this song about how i think about you often and #have always believed in you and been rooting for you like all the rest of us who knew you before things got really bad because you were and #are such a fucking incredible person and musician and friend and so smart and creative and LOVABLE! i said that in the letter without #realizing alanis said that in one of THE best lost love songs of all goddamn time! #i wish i could tell you one more time - right now today immediately or better yet five years ago - how i have always loved and admired you #and everything about you. even now. all the way out here in iowa i am still loving you with everything i have in me every single day #knowing i will never speak to or see you again [i think about you all the time but i don't need the same] and i finally started to admit #that to myself and my friends and my therapist in 2021 and i'm more at peace with it than i ever was or thought i could be in 2019 and 2020 #but i know it's gonna take my whole lifetime to get a grip on it and accept it. and it'll stop hurting one of these days. i know it will #i don't think i've ever loved a friend as much as I loved you. i think you were the best friend i've ever had #and that's one of the nastiest parts of it - we were good friends and you did seem to like me plenty #but i think i was the w-h-auden_morelovingone.txt by a mile. i was a weird obsessed stage 10 clinger. #and that's surely a large part of the dwelling and the fixation. if things had been more equal then maybe it'd be very different now. #guess i'll die because i sure ain't finding out!! #HELLO LOVES HAVE SOME RICH NUTRITIOUS ANNIE LORE ON THIS FINE FREEZING COLD SUNDAY AFTERNOON! #ann with an ie #<- this was a nightmare to type out and feel but i wanna keep it around for whenever i get the balls to talk about it in therapy again

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

on the verge of tears thinking about edyn tidestrider btw if you even care

#i love her so much....... #i love you fuxked up sibling relationships #as soneone who is/was an older sister to a younger brother. ohhhh her character hits me so hard #if nobody else in the world will support you i will. even if we're miles and miles apart i hope you can trust me to protect you. #please tell me things please trust me to share your burdens #i would take on the entire world if it meant you would be safe and happy even at the cost of everything #ughhhghggghghghghghh my eyes hurtttttt #love you a million............ fucjkkkkkkk #if all the adults in our lives arent good enough to you ill be the adult for you. #ill be the support system for you that i never had simply because im older #i want to undo the things they did to you so you can come home again..... #i hope you can forgive me for leaving you one more time but i need to do this to keep you safe...... #i fuckigngnnnggggg love edyn i love her i love her im in tears over her letter. i think being stabbed would hurt less #aauhhgrhgahghghghaghrghghrrrhgggh #reaction time

[abirddogmoment]

Mav spent the weekend chasing plastic bags, eating pieces of dried rabbit hide, and visiting with his friends, so he's a pretty happy dog.

#dogblr #maverick #chase ability #chase ability program #he finished his CAX which is his chase ability excellent so thats pretty cool! #he was being kinda maniacal though so i pulled him from most of his sprinters runs #because i was so scared he would hurt himself #the courses this weekend were extremely small with a thousand corners and it felt really unsafe #esp for a dog like mav who has little regard for his wellbeing #he took a couple of tumbles and i was so scared hed hurt himself #i probably wont run him with this club at this venue again #but it was good #mav was very enriched #mav and dune both ran EXCELLENTLY #pike did amazing in her socializing #and all the dogs got to eat some rabbit so they all went home happy #thank you miles for these photos ❤

[seancamerons]

So here is a genuine question so, if denim vests, dresses, pleated denim skirts, and even shoes, pretty much all denim everything, flares too, crops, shrunken blazers, and even gauchos are making a comeback...

How long will it be before sequined shrugs or regular shrugs and layering make a return from a roughly 18 year hibernation?

Like you ask yourself in a store off racks or see on teens and the early twenties and generally younger humans walking down the street, is it like 2006 again?

Even Timberlake is supposedly collabbing with Timbaland and Nelly Furtado. NSYNC, in full as a five piece, who mind you, has been split up for well over almost 20ish years, may even might reunite. It feels crazy. 2006 was what? A whole adult has been born lived their entire toddler and adloscnet eras and is now currently in 2023, an adult since then. That is crazy.

I can’t believe im saying this, but I am lowkey here for it, and dare I say interested and entertained. In the same breath boom, I feel dreadfully old. Even the members of my generation peers and the 40ish members of NSYNC. I joke about it often to myself, but ugh, it's not really a good feeling despite physically being fine as to be expected. The thirties suck.

The gods of fashion say fashion comes in cycles. I suppose this is what it means. Thanks for reading if you made it this far.

I refuse to be old or become old. I make an effort though I lowkey wish I had a cocktail like Meryl Streep had in Death Becomes Her where I remain ageless and can wear all the beautiful clothes with a yoga toned body and looks to match. Life ain't like the movies, and you see all or most of the clothes you donned in middle school or high school on teen children or on the youth of today. I didn't sign up for this.

Yikes, this is how my mom probably when flares came back in the late 1990's or when I was obsessed with watching Nick at Nite or TV Land with the shows of her time like it was brand new. Let's also not forget the VH1 and 80s obsessions. It's a boomerang, it's a cycle and it's driving me crazy.

#fashion #observations #things i see when i shop #2000s nostalgia #you wanna feel a little humbled? go to the wild fable section its a 2000s dream i promise you its impressive #its like the trl era #it also hurts a bit #i envy those who can pull off those bold looks #rant #i feel like grandpa lou in rugrats like in my day #it may not be 15 miles up the hill in the snow and back again the cold winter and school but somewhat similar #a toddler liked my purse at target or walmart and she deadass said that ladys bag is so cute! #lady? #i do not understand how now i hear ma'am or ms address #yet still get carded for drinks and a pack of smokes #we live a strange world i wanna fib forever #no one in my life wanna play along with me being 29 forever lol ive been “29” for 3 years lol bc 2020 didnt count #my post #personalish?

[neclearsapphilleanlover]

Newer flag

New flag

This reminds of the saying “if you thought of it, it’s probably been thought of before…”

#new polyam flag isn’t it #polyam #poly #the second one is better #new Polyamorous flag #polyamorous flag #the new Polyamorous flag kinda sets off my sensory issues and hurts my eyes - no offense to the OG artist who probs didn’t mean for this to #replace the new-ish polyam flag but a make an alternative it people where given a step and took a mile… again #I am autistic btw - that’s why the sensory issues

[luvjunie]

earth 42 miles reaction to reader hanging up the phone on his face mid argument?

— facetime

pairing: e-42!miles (aged up) x fem!reader

contains: arguing, minimal cursing, slightly toxic behavior lol

summary: you love miles, but his overbearing nature is beginning to irritate you. the two of you get into an argument over it on facetime, and you snap at him and hang up the phone. wc: 1,537

a/n: ik the pic might not make sense regarding who hung up on who, but i like it so we finna pretend it does lol. miles/reader are only aged up for plot

“look mami, you not hearin’ me. i’m not tryna control you, i’m just saying maybe it would be best if-“

“that is literally you trying to control me.”

you cut miles off from another one of his mini tangents as you stared at him through the facetime call on your screen, so far beyond the point of caring to hear the same thing he’d told you a million times.

you loved your boyfriend with everything in you. honestly, you did. but in the last few months he’d grown to be so much more controlling than he was in the beginning, a result of his ridiculous need to protect you and it’s got your head spinning on your shoulders. you couldn’t do anything without him looming over you, and you’re fed up. it was suffocating, and you needed him to know that you could handle yourself.

you heard his voice come in again from your phone’s speakers.

“aight fine, if that’s what you wanna think, then that’s cool. but i don’t want you going out that late, chiquita, simple. ain’t no discussion.”

“alright, bro.” you sighed, and he tutted at you.

“i’m not your ‘bro’. don’t do that.”

while you knew your boyfriend only wanted the best for you, you didn’t really understand the extent to all these rules he’d given you. like no going to the corner store at night, having to keep your location on at all times, or having to send a picture of yourself when you’d gotten back into the house— so he could really make sure it was actually you texting him from your phone.

since then, you’d deemed it safe to assume that he most likely had immense trust issues, and that was why he acted so strangely, because any other reason for this kind of behavior seemed ludicrous to you.

miles had yet to tell you he was the prowler, that certain people had bounties on his head, which included anyone who may be involved with him, anyone he holds close to him. he saw everything that went on in this city— when night had fallen and the streets became far too dangerous of a place for a defenseless girl like you to be out in them. you had no idea the kind of people he dealt with, the things he’d seen, the things he had to do. he just didn’t want you to get hurt, but he wasn’t the best at expressing the sincerity of his words, and they often came out too rough, too harsh. it was the best he could do, he was trying to communicate effectively, he really was. but time and time again you’d failed to try and understand his pleas past the words spoken to you; to actually listen to them, and comprehend them, and not just listen to respond.

so, being you, you retorted like the stubborn girl you always were. the stubborn girl he’d fallen so helplessly in love with and was only trying to protect with his entire being.

you scoffed, rolling your eyes at him in disbelief. “look, you can’t tell me what to do, miles. i can do what i want.”

he didn’t hear anything that came from your mouth, because the expression on your face had completely distracted him from the conversation at hand.

“hol’ on, did you just roll your eyes at me?” his brow raised, daring you to answer that question with anything but a ‘no’.

what you responded with wasn’t necessarily a ‘yes’ per sé, but it definitely wasn’t any better.

“oh, so you wanna control my face now, too? dictating what i do with my life or the shit i say isn’t enough for you?” you challenged.

his head dipped back as he laughed, a deep, provoked laugh— though the both of you knew nothing was funny, and that this was always how he reacted before he actually got angry. laughing it off was a means for him to screw his head back on right, as if a warning to you to not push him too far, because anybody who spoke to him with this kind of gall just had to be joking.

he exhaled heavily, a hand scrubbing down his face.

“can’t lie, you talkin’ mad crazy right now, ma. i think you need to cool it with that.” he warned, corners of his lips turned into a forewarning leer. “ima let that lil’ shit you just said slide, cause i love you, and ion wanna hurt your feelings, but we done talking about this.” he decided, leaning forward to prop his phone back up on his desk before scooping his playstation controller back up into his hands.

“and watch your mouth.”

chin retreating towards your chest, you were taken aback at how quickly he decided for the both of you that the conversation was over, as if you had to agree with him, as if things were decided simply because he’d said so. and somehow, you found it in all your unbridled nerve to make things worse.

“yeah, you’re right. we are.”

thumb pressing to the red X, you hung up the phone, leaving miles to gape at the black of his screen with shock etched into his features. he waited for you to call back and tell him it was an accident, and sat there for a minute, leg bouncing to maintain what little patience he’d managed to cling onto during this entire ordeal. he swallowed his pride and called you back, only for the screen to read ‘facetime unavailable’ after just two rings. you declined it. squaring his jaw, he calmly nodded to himself, phone snatched up, jacket thrown on and controller tossed onto his bed— game forgotten about.

“bet.”

____

you were fuming after you’d hung up the phone, steam probably would’ve been puffing from your ears if something like that were possible outside of the cartoons. there was a tiny part—no, a huge part of you that knew you shouldn’t have hung up on him like that; that regretted it. a part that knew miles’ was genuinely trying his best to speak to you calmly in the way he’d learned how, specifically for you, when calm was something he rarely ever felt. but you couldn’t help your anger either, and figured a break from the conversation, and a shower to calm you down would do the both of you some good.

you sauntered out your bathroom after about twenty minutes, a towel tightly wrapped round your damp torso and a heavy, depleted exhale departing from your lungs.

you felt relaxed. the heat of the water had washed away most, if not all of your anger towards the situation and you sighed to yourself, ready to come back to the discussion with a level head, and to apologize to your boyfriend for snapping at him and ending the call so abruptly. it was rude of you, and honestly you hadn’t thought it through until you had already—

“you know, ion usually fuck with cats like that, cause y’all kinda freak me out. but you cool.”

the inner dialogue of your thoughts were cut off by a familiar voice, muffled through the shut door of your bedroom.

“what the fuck—“ you hurriedly started towards the door, hand barely remaining on the doorknob for a second as you flung it open, to see none other than your boyfriend, miles, sat in your desk chair with your cat, bella, in his lap.

he was leaned back, his large green puffer jacket still on, legs spread in his grey sweats. he looked very comfortable for someone who had just broken into a home.

“how the hell did you get into my house, miles?”

you stared at him unbelievingly, quickly shutting the door behind you. he was in no rush to lift his head to address you directly as he scratched the underside of bella’s chin with his pointer finger.

“window. you should really lock that.”

“even if i had, you would’ve picked it.” you argued.

“true.”

his eyes eventually met yours, and they gave you a drawn out once over, gaze following the drops of water that rolled down your skin. there was a hint of a smirk on his lips, and he almost forgot what he came here for. almost.

you felt your face heat up, grip tightening over your bath towel as you shifted on your feet, suddenly feeling flustered from the boldness of his gaze. so he looked away.

“let’s hope that shower gave your mama some of her sense back, huh?” he dipped his head down to address your cat in a sweet voice, before gently lifting her off his lap and placing her back onto the floor, only for her to drag her head and body along his calf with a purr. traitor.

he leaned back once more, hands patiently clasped between his open legs and head cocked to the side, twin braids swishing behind him when he did so.

“so wassup? you wanna try that conversation again?” with a brow raised he studied your features, as if he were silently challenging you to talk that same shit you did over the phone to his face.

“do you know what boundaries are?”

“nah, not really.” he admitted.

you swallowed, gesturing towards the open room for a reason you didn’t know why.

“can i at least get dressed first?” you cringed at how your voice sounded when you spoke, but the way he was looking at you had your mind reeling and you could only focus on one thing at a time— the argument long forgotten. to be honest, you don’t even recall what you had a problem with.

he shrugged. “sure, if that’s what you’d like.” arms crossing over his chest he spun around in your swivel chair, now facing the same window he’d come in through. “lemme know when i can turn around.”

you sighed.

this boy was going to be the death of you.

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─ you're the sunflower ੈ✩‧₊˚

✶ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader

✶ synopsis: everyone on the team loves you, expect miguel who seems to hate you more than anyone.

✶ warnings: angst!! major angst. sunshine!reader x grumpy!miguel. reader is nicknamed sunflower, mentions of death.

✶ notes: there's one spanish sentence in this, I'm not good with spanish so if I've made a mistake please tell me so i can fix it! part two is already up!!!

Everyone on the team loved you from the moment you joined, everyone, except Miguel. 

You knew Miguel was cold towards everyone, but he was extra cold with you. Maybe it was because of how different your personalities were. 

You were the embodiment of sunshine, always positive in any situation, putting others before yourself. Hence why everyone calls you sunflower, it fits perfectly, Miles was proud of coming up with it. 

Miguel on the other hand was cold and distant but that didn't stop you from trying to get him to open up. You'd try to have simple conversations with him but nothing, all you would receive in reply was an eye roll or a slight grunt, but you wouldn't give up that easily. 

Like today, you got him some coffee. 

"Morning, boss. Got you some coffee." You said in your usual cheerful tone. 

"Why?" He raised his eyebrows, looking down at you suspiciously. That's the most he's said to you all week. 

"Because I wanted to." You shrugged, placing it down on his desk. 

He steped down walking towards his desk, you couldn't help but stare at him, unfortunately for you, everything about him was so attractive, it's such a shame he hated you. 

"This isn't how I like my coffee." 

"Huh?" You snapped out of your daydream at the sound of his voice. 

"The coffee, it tastes terrible. Get it from another place next time." 

"Well, actually I made it-" But he had already walked away from you not listening to a word you said. "Alright, never mind, I'll just go back to work." You mumbled hurt by his words. 

"Wait, hold on." You looked up, thinking, maybe he'll say something nice after all. 

"Yeah?" 

"Take the coffee with you, I won't be drinking it." 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"Girl, why do you look so sad? Did Miguel do something again?" Jess asked with a frown, she did not like seeing you sad. 

"No."

"Sunflower…"

"Okay, yes." Miguel being cold towards you was normal, he never spoke to you unless necessary. Out of everyone here, he probably hated you the most, even more than Miles.  

"Sunflower, I've told you to stop trying." Jess sighed. 

"I know, I know… why does he hate me so much, Jess?" 

"That's just the way he is, don't overthink it. It's his loss, baby." She replied, gently patting your shoulder. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Today was going to be a good day, you were so sure of it. 

But, of course, you were wrong. 

Everything was going great up until a few hours ago. 

Miguel had assigned you on a mission to catch an anomaly, alongside a few other spider-people. His instructions were clear, stick to the plan and catch the anomaly. It was supposed to be simple. 

If only you didn't disobey him. You screwed up badly, and because of that, you could have been killed. 

"Why don't you ever listen?" Miguel shouted. No one had ever seen him this angry. 

"I was just tryin-" 

"¡Ay, por el amor de Dios!" Being yelled at by your boss in front of your coworkers was humiliating, everyone was looking at you with pity. 

"I'm sick of this, why can’t you follow simple instructions? Is it that hard to understand?" He barked, towering over you. 

"It's not a big deal." You tried to keep your composure, you didn't want to humiliate yourself further by bursting into tears. 

"Not a big deal? You could've died! A simple mistake would have ruined the whole mission." 

Don't cry. Don't cry. 

"But we're all fine, aren't we?" You weakly chuckled. That was the wrong thing to say because it only made him angrier. 

"Oh? If that's the attitude you have then you shouldn't even be on the team." Ouch. 

"Miguel, I think that's enough-" Hobie said, quickly jumping in. 

"Not now, Hobie." He growled. 

Never once did you think that you'd be in a situation like this. 

"If you put more focus on trying to be good at your job, rather than impressing me, we wouldn't even be here!" Oh, so he did notice that. 

At this point, tears were streaming freely down your face and you made no attempt to stop them. 

"Yep, you got it, boss." You smiled up at him through your tears. It was pathetic, but you did not care, you just wanted to leave and never come back. 

"Next time make sure this doesn't happen." 

"It won't happen next time." That's because there won't be a next time.

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[devilishcupid]

CARBON COPY | Miguel O'Hara

☆ premise: trying to find miles morales in earth-42, he encounters you. or at least, a version of you.

☆ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!alt universe!reader

☆ warnings: across the spiderverse spoilers, pregnant!reader, clueless!reader, angst, hurt no comfort, miguel's pov, some swearing

☆ a/n: oh my god. across the spiderverse is literally a masterpiece. into the spiderverse already is, but the spiderverse team said, "we can do better." they didn't have to, but they did.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Jessica asked through the commlink. "This is risky, even by your standards."

"It doesn't matter. The quicker we find Miles, the quicker we get out of here." Miguel muttered into his earpiece as he walked through the busy streets of Earth-42's New York.

"Yes, but blending in? For all we know, a version of us exists here."

"Which is why you need to stop talking and start looking, Jess." Miguel hissed a little too loud, earning looks from a few passerbys. He winced. Jessica had a point. If a version of them did exist in this universe, it would be best not to bring attention to themselves.

"Miguel!"

And... that was now thrown out of the window. Cursing under his breath, he turned around reluctantly to face the person who called him—only to find that it was you.

His eyes widened, and his lips parted at the sight of you. Never in a million years did he expect to see her again. But here you were, the absolute spitting image of her. Your clothes were exactly the same things she would wear, your hair and makeup done the same way.

Finding different versions of people in different universes was not uncommon. There's literally a society uniting the different universes' own Spider-people, for God's sake. But Miguel didn't expect this. He didn't expect a carbon copy of his dead wife on a universe where Spider-Man did not exist.

He should've said he wasn't Miguel, that you were mistaking him for someone else. Hell, he shouldn't have stopped and turned around in the first place. He didn't know what came over him, but in a second, he had his arms wrapped around your body.

"Miguel, hon, are you okay?" You asked, your voice laced with surprise and concern. You had no clue that the man who was hugging you was not your husband. At least, not your husband in this universe.

Miguel grunted in response, his ability to string words together to form a sentence rendered broken by your presence. He squeezed you tighter. He couldn't believe he was holding you in his arms.

You weren't the same woman he fell in love with. He knows this. But he couldn't help himself. You looked exactly like her. Felt exactly like her. Sounded exactly like her. Shit, you even smelled like her.

"Damn it, Miguel, keep it together! She's not your wife!"

Hearing Jess' voice snapped Miguel out of his stupor. Remembering his mission, why he was there in the first place, he pulled away from you. He didn't want to. He wanted to hold you longer. But he knew that if he did, he wouldn't have been able to stop.

"Honey, what's wrong?" You asked, cupping his face in your hands. God, how he missed feeling the warmth of your palms. "You're acting weird."

"I'm fine, sweetheart." He gave you a small smile, his hands wrapping around yours and his lips pressing a kiss on each of your wrists. "I just missed you, that's all."

You laughed. "What are you talking about? You saw me this morning."

Miguel could only chuckle in an attempt to hide his sadness. What was only hours for you was months for him. "Right. I did."

"Are you sure you're okay, though?" You asked again, eyebrows furrowing and the corners of your lips downturned.

"Don't worry about it, darling. I am."

He wasn't. But you didn't need to know that. You didn't need to know that in another universe, the two of you were married. You didn't need to know that you had a daughter together. You didn't need to know that he loved you and your daughter more than life itself, only for him to lose you both.

"Listen, I have to go. I'm having lunch with a friend. But I'll see you later at Doctor Nguyen's, okay?" You placed your hands on your stomach, a smile forming on your face. "I can't wait to see her again."

Miguel swallowed the lump in his throat before forcing himself to smile. Only now he noticed the bump on your stomach, carrying a different Miguel's Gabriella. "Yeah, me too."

With a kiss goodbye on his cheek, you walked away, blissfully unaware that he was not your Miguel. He watched as you disappeared around the corner, knowing it was the first and last time he was ever going to see you again.

But that didn't matter. He'll find Miles. He'll make sure the canon isn't destroyed. He'll make sure another version of himself wouldn't have to suffer the loss of his family the same way he did. He'll make sure you and your kid were safe.

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[bountycancelled]

OPLA characters reacting to a sweet, girly reader who turns out to be a a ruthless fighter

genre: headcanons, fem! reader, kinda suggestive??, idfk just read it bro

requested: nope, but reqs are open! pls, for the love of god, request for the opla♡

feat: zoro, sanji

a/n: reader's feminine but not female if that makes sense, only witting again because I'm obsessed with the one piece live action. also, this may be a little ooc, since I haven't watched the anime/read the manga, sorry about that! also, if you wanna be added to my perm taglist, pls feel free to ask!

☆ZORO☆

when you first joined the crew, zoro was immediately unsure of what exactly you brought to the table. I mean, they already had a swordsman, a sharp shooter, a navigator, a dumb cook and a captain/motivational speaker. so what were you doing here?

from luffy's explanation of you, he was aware that you were a good fighter, but he had never seen you in action.

the only things he had seen from you were stuffed animals laying around the ship, pastel outfits he could spot for miles, and bows that had been put in his hair while he slept.

he was tolerant of you at best, and straight up apathetic at worst, but finally, there came a time where someone tried picking a fight with you since you seemed like an easy target while you were walking with him and nami.

although he wasn't particularly fond of you (lies), he still felt the need to defend you as a crewmate, but the ass whooping you gave the stranger made him freeze in place.

there was blood splatter on your pretty face, deep red sploches of your cute clothes, and a look of pure hatred in your eyes. and you had never looked more beautiful in zoros eyes.

that was the first time zoro had ever smiled at you. sure, he had slightly smirked at your cuter tendencies, but in that moment he was truly smitten with you.

from that day, zoro wanted to train with you. what you lacked that he had in experience, you made up for in absolute cruelty when fighting. you were quick, agile and you weren't afraid to make zoro hurt, and he loved every second of it.

zoro would sometimes smile when he saw bruising on his body from his time training with you but catch himself and go stone faced immediately. no, he was not falling for you, absolutely not.

except he was, and the next time you showed up by his side with a slight limp, some tears in your cotton candy coloured clothes, blood all over you, and a sadistic smile on your face, he would tell you as much.

SANJI♡

sanji is unsurprisingly, enamoured by you the second you join the straw hats.

I'm talking, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky, cheesy and constant compliments like "you're cuter than any of your stuffed animals, yn-swan~" and even brushing up on his baking skills to bake you aesthetically pleasing sweet treats that always put a smile on your face.

if I'm being completely honest, it doesn't bother him that he doesn't know exactly what your strengths are, you could be amazing at everything like barbie or you could literally not know night from day and he'd still admire you all the same.

one day, you're wearing bottoms that are on the shorter side not that sanji minds at all and you're out exploring the island you're at with him by your side, holding all your bags because in his words "angels don't do hard labour when he's around" when someone decides to hit on you.

you reject them politely, but when they make a less than appropriate comment about your outfit, you click your tongue and shake your head, readying yourself to hospitalise someone.

sanji's mood switches to one of being happy because he's around you to one of murderous intent the second this rando tries you, but you already have them wheezing on the floor with broken nose before sanji can even lift his leg off of the ground.

you're back to usual self, fixing the bow on your hair while complaining about how fucking hard it is to get blood stains off of your clothes, while sanji is thinking about how fucking hard he is

safe to say that this heartless, terrifying side of you makes sanji fall even harder and question whether or not he's a masochist.

he'll still insist on doing things like carrying you anywhere (most of your shoes you impractical as fuck, but style>functionality always) lifting things for you and treating you like a piece of fine china because that's exactly what you deserve, no matter how badass you are.

only difference is, now he'll never come to aid when it comes to kicking ass, because he enjoys seeing you take people to heaven and back more than anything.

he compliments now range from "omg you are the most adorable, lovable, doll-like angel I've ever seen" to "please punch me, step on me, make my nose bleed, choke me-" and he's now ten times more annoying about you than he was before, which no one thought was possible.

believe me when I say that images of you in frilly outfits with your eyes gleaming like diamonds eveytime you make someone bleed occupy 90% of his thoughts. (the other 10% is all things cooking, of course.)

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