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GIVE YOUR HEART A BREAK - WANDA MAXIMOFF X F!READER

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Summary: A request based on the song 'Give Your Heart a Break'. Emobaby Wanda is trying. Enjoy @imnotasuperhero! Request here.

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Chapter I Chapter II

NEW YORK, 2016.-

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“That will be it, thank you, Jules.” The brunette thanked the waitress with a kind smile and stepped aside to wait for the order, putting back just one of her headphones.

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Wanda sighed.

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The stress that she felt every day in those training sessions vanished when she got to the coffee shop and had her favorite drink; could breathe again and focus on the book. Escaping from reality, the reality where she was an avenger. Something that not even in her wildest dreams would have imagined.

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The tabloids showed a picture of her exclaiming ' The new avenger: a young and inexperienced kid' or the 'Sokovian mutant' who now lived in the Avengers Compound was removed thanks to Stark a few weeks ago, she could once again enjoy her anonymity.

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“Wanda” Jules finally called.

Wanda took the coffee mug, it was her favorite. One with many stickers, some of them songs or books the girl liked but above all: the name of her twin brother, Pietro. She always carried it with her, it was one of the many things that Pietro had stolen for the people of Sokovia, but that mug was for her.

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Thanking the barista, Wanda walked over to one of the empty tables by the largest window, whose view included Manhattan Avenue, just between Central Park and Morningside Park. Leaving the coffee on the table, she took a book out of her bag.

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In the time Wanda was there, she chose to snoop around the top shelf in the Compound library, books that were or used to be her favorites and which she considered re-reading as a good hobby; get rid of Bruce’s stoichiometric formulas, or Natasha's Judo grappling techniques.

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She opened that book on page 64; an automatic smile spread on those lips. Pietro's jokes about her every time he saw her reading a book came to her mind, the times he tried to cheer her up when they didn't have enough to eat, watching his sister read a book over and over again.

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“Hello there. What are you reading?” A charming voice made Wanda look up. In front of her was a beautiful woman, with brown hair, a friendly smile and a coffee cup in her hand. “You seem to have more fun than anyone else here, or maybe I'm just really bored.”

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How long has she been sitting there? How come she hadn't seen her? Was she too lost in the reading? Wasn’t even aware of what was happening around her until that voice spoke to her. Oh, Natasha would be furious.

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Wanda raised one of her eyebrows, but she looked down at her book again. But not intimidated by the Sokovian, Y/N continued.

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“Is that book good? What is it about?” The woman said before taking a sip of her steaming coffee. “Cool coffee mug by the way.”

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Wanda just sighed. “I’m sorry, but I prefer to be alone, please.” The sokovian girl said with her accent, brought her book a little closer as well as the coffee mug, from which she drank a big sip before continuing to read.

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Hoping those words would have an effect on the stranger, and although she didn't want to be rude, Wanda didn't really want her free time invaded by someone else. She was already under a lot of stress the last few days, the last thing she needed was someone she doesn't even know bothering her.

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“Today feels like a good day to have a coffee, maybe a donut, I love donuts but the sugar sprinkled ones.” Y/N watched through the window as the trees moved slowly and the raindrops hit the glass. “I like rainy days, don’t you?”

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Wanda didn't even look up again, just tried to keep reading, even annoyed by having to read the same page so many times because the woman in front of her kept speaking.

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“I'm sorry, I didn't ask your name… ” The woman in the leather jacket nodded, leaning on the table to better see the cover of that book. “Well, you’re a bit quiet, I like that...”

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Y/N continued talking about the city, the weather, the coffee she ordered, the music video playing on the screen, but Wanda never answered.

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The Sokovian rolled her eyes when she was finally alone once more, but had to finish her coffee and run back to the Avengers Compound when she saw Natasha’s text saying they had ‘a job to do’.

Well, at least besides a tedious day of training, something different happened in her life.

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The story repeated itself the next day and also the day that followed, and the next. Wanda drinking a large latte, a book in hand, and the strange woman with dark hair who always came to sit with her.

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“I like how that makeup highlights your eyes, and your jacket, red and black is really yours.” Y/N smiled and finished her donut. “Well I have to go now, but I hope you have a good day, stranger.”

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That stranger chose to say goodbye and always leave there half an hour after sitting with her. Wanda returned to the Compound only about five minutes after seeing her leave.

And even though Wanda wanted to be alone with all her heart, that woman with the leather jacket was beginning to grow on her. Hearing her voice seemed… calming, and her sweet perfume was exquisite. And maybe getting a new routine wouldn't hurt at all.

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Three days passed in the same way, three days in which Wanda decided to arrive always on time and hoping to see the stranger one more time, even though her presence seemed annoying and invasive. She discovered that the stranger's name was Y/N, she read it on the cup Jules gave her everyday.

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When Thursday came, Wanda decided to repeat the routine once more. Although she didn't usually come back to the city on Thursdays since Steve used to organize a movie night -so he could integrate the newbies-, Wanda decided to go anyway, at the same time. Even tried to look ‘good’, something casual but just enough to make her feel 'pretty', even trying new perfume after parking the car.

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Wanda didn't even understand why she did those things, but the truth is that she hadn't started a conversation with anyone since she lost Pietro.

That afternoon she decided not to use her mug and use a disposable one with her name, maybe that way Y/N would know it.

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Took a seat at her favorite table, starting to read her book hoping to hear that voice that was even more interesting than the pages of any book but to Wanda’s surprise that woman didn't interrupt her again.

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'How strange' she thought.

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“Hey, Jules.” Wanda approached so she could chat with the girl. “Do you know if Y/N arrived today?”

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Smiling a bit surprised by the question, the barista shook her head. “Not today. It's weird, she comes every afternoon but she wasn't here today.”

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“OK thanks.”

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“Do you want me to tell her something if she comes?”

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“No, don’t worry.”

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The Sokovian looked around, her presence was distinctive, she just wasn't there.

Wanda pouted a little bit and decided to continue reading but the silence distracted her even more than Y/N. Wanda slammed it shut, glanced at the watch on her left wrist and decided to wait.

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5:30 pm Wanda arrived at the coffee shop. 5:45 pm when Y/N didn't appear in front of her. 6:00 pm when she finished her coffee very impatient. Couldn't even concentrate on reading.

6:30 pm when her hopes began to fade and... 7:00 pm when Wanda left the place.

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A sigh and confusion accompanied her back home, thoughts that were tangled like cobwebs impossible to decipher. Come on, she should be glad because now she could return to the book, having some peace, enjoy the solitude and tranquility but on the other side felt a small thorn of disappointment and did not even understand why. Someone else disappearing from her life in such an unexpected way.

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Wanda was an expert in pushing all feelings to the bottom of the abyss, so she did it one more time, avoiding thinking about what happened with Y/N. Just went back to her mornings training with Natasha and Steve, the lonely lunches, being alone in her bedroom, avoiding Vision and visit to the coffee shop on Friday afternoon.

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Jules handed over her coffee and a bagel, Wanda took a seat at the table by the window and opened her book to page 70 since she hadn't gone too far since Monday. But as soon as she started the first sentence the door opened and something in her head screamed for her to turn around.

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Y/N entered that place with that presumptuous walk, that side smile while Jules took her order, Wanda didn't even know how those expressions were familiar to her, perhaps she paid much more attention than usual… More than she wanted to admit.

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The Sokovian settled into her seat, her emerald eyes fixed on the letters, hoping that like every afternoon, Y/N would take a seat in front of her. But as soon as she looked up again, she realized that Y/N sat somewhere else. One of the tables in the corner.

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Wanda wrinkled her nose a bit confused, and although her expression indicated how upset she was, just decided to give up and keep reading. She should be happy, right? Y/N was finally leaving her alone.

She read perhaps two pages before reason left her body, because what she did next didn't seem coherent at all.

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Closing the book - stronger than she expected- Wanda got up and walked over to the table where Y/N was. Her brow furrowed, her lips pressed, her arms crossed. Wanda Maximoff looked at Y/N, who didn't get her attention until the sokovian cleared her throat.

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“Oh, hey.” Y/N settled into her seat. “Do you need something?” Y/N asked, her eyes met the sokovian emerald eyes and although Wanda didn't understand why she felt a little tingle when she looked at the stranger, it was overshadowed by her obvious annoyance. ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

“You didn't show up yesterday.” Wanda was encouraged to say out loud, still with her arms crossed and without looking down for a single moment. She was not going to lose this battle. Who the hell did she think she was?

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She was Wanda Maximoff, she was an avenger and one of the strongest ones. Strange moment where Wanda felt proud of herself.

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“I’m sorry, what?” Y/N put aside some papers that she seemed to be going through, the look of surprise and confusion on her face made Wanda hesitate a little this time.

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“You didn't come and now you are sitting here.” The Sokovian mumbled but no other words seemed to come from her lips for a moment. She swallowed and opened her mouth, but it was Y/N who spoke:

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“What do you mean I didn't show up?”

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“You stood me up!” Wanda finally confessed, using a rather high tone of voice, which earned the attention of some curious glances, but as soon as those words left her mouth, Wanda wished she had bitten her tongue. She pressed her lips together and swallowed once more, though decided to take a seat in front of Y/N to avoid making more of a fuss than they already had.

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“Come again?” was the only thing Y/N answered, her frown changed to a smile of amusement. Oh, that Sokovian accent drove her crazy.

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“You stood me up yesterday and now you are not sitting with me, why are you avoiding me Y/N?” Of course, staying silent had never been an option for Wanda, her mouth made her brain want to hit itself. Wasn't Wanda Maximoff good at hiding what she felt? Bullshit.

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“The h- I’m not avoiding… how do you know my name?” Y/N narrowed. “Weren't you the one who wanted to be alone?”

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“I just said that the first day, I didn't even talk on the next ones but I...” She crossed her arms.

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“Oh, that’s right. You kept ignoring me so I can’t see the difference. Now you can read without me bothering you.” Y/N waved her hands, shooing her away. “I’m busy, enjoy your afternooon and your book, miss.”

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“I wasn't ignoring you...” Wanda answered in a low voice, she was telling the truth, even though she tried to read or even seemed not to pay attention she remembered everything Y/N said.

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“I really wasn't...” Wanda sighed. “The first day you told me you like the donuts here, I tried them, but I think I prefer bagels. You also asked me about my book, it's not as interesting as you, but it's about some invasion or something where mind control it's the principal weapon. I don’t know, I don't think I chose a good book this time. By the way… I’m Wanda.

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The Sokovian offered her right hand to Y/N and they finally shook hands. A tingle ran through her body, a strange feeling that was initiated and provoked by Y/N’s touch and although Wanda tried to ignore it, she didn't let go for a few seconds.

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Wanda allowed herself to open up little by little, of course without telling her that she was an avenger or who she really was. She was grateful that Y/N didn't even seem to recognize her, so grateful for Tony Stark's pressure to keep her face out of the media.

Little by little Wanda allowed herself to smile, something she hadn't done since Pietro died. She wasn't going to deny that Y/N did everything to see her laugh.

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“Very good, Wanda. That has been fantastic.” Natasha nodded her head after seeing how the girl managed to get rid of two agents without using her powers. “That's all for today, guys.”

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Wanda nodded proudly, fixing her hair to tie it in a ponytail.

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“That was great, you're improving a lot.” Nat smiled as they both walked out of the gym.

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“Thank you.” Wanda nodded a bit shy.

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“I'm glad what you're doing every afternoon is paying off.” The Russian winked and then she walked away to go to her own room.

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Of course, that didn’t go unnoticed in the Compound, Natasha noticed the mood change in Wanda. Like her every day she woke up early so she could have some breakfast on time and train with her.

Of course, she knew what Wanda was doing outside the compound every afternoon. Hell, Natasha was a spy, and seeing how Wanda smiled in that girl's company made Natasha finally feel less worried about her new friend.

Y/N made her feel better, but Wanda was sure of one thing and it was that she wasn't ready to allow herself anything else.

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The brunette put her motorcycle keys in the jacket’s pocket and walked next to Wanda. That afternoon they decided to do something different, instead of staying in the coffee shop they decided to take it to Sutton Place Park and watch the river for a while.

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“How was your job today?”

That question caught Wanda off guard, of course she hadn't told Y/N the truth of who she was.

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How to do it? Hi, I'm Wanda and I'm an avenger. On top of that, I'm a mutant who can read minds and move objects. I could read yours but I don't want to be disappointed.

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Too much complexity, she wished for a world to escape to and Y/N was that now, the woman became her escape every day. She wanted to keep it to herself, or at least that was the advice Natasha gave her.

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“Good. I'm tired, but it’s something I’ve to do, as always, how about you?”

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“Cool, I've been working quite a bit on the project they gave me in class.” Y/N shrugged.

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“You work so hard for it, it will turn out great.” Wanda smiled a little tired and a little nostalgic. “Sometimes I wish I could drop my joob and just… go to college or something.”

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Noticing the sorrow in Wanda's eyes, the brunette pursed her lips thinking if what she was going to say next would be the right thing or if she would destroy everything.

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“That leads to the question I wanted to ask you, do you have Saturday off?” Y/N asked a bit nervously, hiding the blush as she sipped her latte. It tasted really good and especially with the cool breeze blowing against her face.

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“I don't have much to do.” Wanda wrinkled her nose, leaning against the railing to get a better view of the river.

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Nodding, Y/N reached into her jacket pockets for something and held it out to her. “Then the timing is perfect to give you this.”

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In her hands Y/N held two tickets to Cigarretes After Sex, really good ones. As if she were a light in a cold and dark place, Wanda's eyes lit up and allowed herself to smile.

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Nobody had been interested in that way before, besides Pietro, of course. No one had ever paid attention to her musical tastes before.

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“They’re playing at Webster Hall.” Y/N smiled widely.

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“Are you inviting me to see one of my favorite bands?” Wanda pushed her gently, taking the tickets to get a good look at them. She wasn't going to deny that that gesture made her heart race. “What is this kindness, Y/N?”

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“A date.” She answered without further ado, of course, it left her lips so quickly that it made Wanda and herself blush. “It means I want to ask you out on a date, if you accept.”

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“A date…” Wanda hesitated. “Y/N, I don’t…I don't know what to say.”

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“Yes? Maybe?” The brunette stopped facing her, the difference in height was something that Wanda found charming. “You can say yes.”

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“I just…” Wanda looked down, her hands hold those tickets as if she were holding an eternal treasure. “I don't think… I don't think I'm ready for this, and I don't want to hurt you.”

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Even though Y/N might have taken it the wrong way or could be upset, as Wanda thought she would, Y/N just smirked.

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“Hey, don't push yourself. You're not going to hurt me.” Y/N put a hand on the sokovian's shoulder. “Baby steps.”

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“Baby steps?” She murmured in that Sokovian accent; Wanda frowned.

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“Look, I know you don't like all this.” She wrinkled her nose. “Letting people into your life and I know that for sure it is because of the loss of your brother.”

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“It’s not just my brother… I don't think it's fair…” She remembered the last time Pietro was by her side, remembered pushing away the girl who flirted with him.

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‘Does every girl in Sokovia getting a dress from Paris?’

‘You’re jealous you’re not getting a dress’

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Wanda swallowed hard at that memory.

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“I know.” Y/N was quick to say. “I don't want to pressure you here, I like you.” Y/N smiled when she realized that she had said it. Finally. “Wow, I can finally say it. I like you, Wands. Yeah, I do… and although you’re an amazing friend, you are… different. I know the big heart that hides under that melancholy gaze. Just... let's go to a concert. That's it. Give your heart a break.”

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Those words paralyzed her.

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“I know that it is surely not in your interest to be with someone right now.” The taller woman shrugged. “But…just come see the band with me. We don't lose anything, because I assure you that even if you don't want to... you're not going to lose me. You're my friend.”

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Wanda studied her face, detailing every part of it. She was so beautiful. Oh, she wished so badly to read her mind but she didn't feel like it was good breaking it like that. She had to trust Y/N, not everything was solved by getting into people's minds.

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“It's a free trial.” Y/N said again, taking Wanda's hand to caress it for a moment and walk away again.

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“A free trial…” Wanda shook her head smiling. “You are truly something else.”

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“Yeah, maybe.” Y/N smiled and they both leaned on the railings to see the river and feel the breeze, moving their hair.

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The smile on Wanda's lips and her slight blush showed that without a doubt, she was going to try it.

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And that Saturday Y/N kissed her for the first time, to the rhythm of 'Nothing's Gonna Hurt You, Baby' in the background. And her hearts beat together as if they were part of the melody. Their lips complemented each other so well, and their hands intertwined the love… one that would never go away.

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“Let me give your heart a break” She whispered in her ear as Wanda hugged her, hiding her smile. Feeling happy for the first time.

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After that date they decided to go eat some pizza together; Wanda laughed like she never laughed before and she felt how her heart was breaking all the ice barriers to let that warmth invade her.

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Two weeks where they got to know each other, some dates which were great. Y/N was proud as they walked hand in hand together. Wanda Maximoff's warm hand against hers as they walked through the cool New York night.

They took the subway together from the Bowery to Soho, but when they left the station the storm began to fall on them, making the girls laugh out loud.

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“Nooo! Come on!” Y/N complained taking off her jacket and trying to cover Wanda but was imposible. Laughing they ran through the streets, splashing with each step, pushing each other, playing and just having fun.

They tried to call some taxis but neither stopped when they saw that these two were both completely soaked.

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“I didn't even want to go in that junk anyway!” Y/N yelled, amused when the last taxi just honked and sprayed them with even more rainwater.

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“What do we do now?” Wanda asked, taking refuge under the roof of a Chinese restaurant when she heard the loudest thunder of her life, a lightning lit up the city.

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“My apartment is near…” Y/N proposed, trying not to sound too bad. “If you want, sure.”

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And she was grateful that her brain allowed to speak. Y/N sighed when she saw Wanda with her wet hair, hugging herself. She looked so…amazing.

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Biting her lower lip, the Sokovian nodded wordlessly before beginning the walk to Y/N’s home. Together.

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Even though the guilt of not telling Y/N who she was or what she did sometimes choked her, Wanda finally had something of hers. Something no one could touch, something she couldn't lose.

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In the warmth of the home, they shared a slow and passionate kiss, slow music and the storm accompanied them all night. A night where they made love, where Wanda really got to know what it was like to be loved, needed and touched delicately but also passionately.

The Sokovian's pale, bare back arched as orgasm hit her, and her girlfriend's warm lips traveled down her neck and chest to go with her.

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A mischievous smile that they both shared almost all night, caressing each other, snuggling and sharing warmth.

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“I have to go.” Wanda whispered smiling when she saw that it was already late, stretching her neck so that Y/N would leave those soft kisses on her bare skin. “Natasha is going to kill me if I’m not there.”

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“Come on, call your work, say you're sick.” Y/N begged between kisses. “Stay with me.”

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Wanda wished she could.

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“Can't.” The sokovian pouted and kissed Y/N’s lips, the lips of that woman who little by little won her heart. Completely hers. “I'll call you later so we can talk… I promise we'll see each other tomorrow.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Are you sure?” Y/N narrowed her eyes playfully, watching as Wanda got up from the bed. Smiling at her from time to time; oh she was so damn beautiful. And Y/N was so whipped. “I'm going to miss you, Wands.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

“I'm going to miss you too, detka.” Wanda replied before kissing her lips once more, leaving that room behind with much regret. But then she smiled, knowing that she could come back later.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

Right?

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

With a bouquet of flowers that she chose specifically for Wanda, Y/N went to the cafe ready to see the girl she kept thinking about.

Jules smiled when she saw her once more and gave her typical latte.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Here's yours... Wanda hasn't arrived yet, do you want me to make hers now?”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

“She hasn't arrived yet?” Y/N frowned. “No, I'd better wait for her.”

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

Somewhat confused by the delay -something very strange in Wanda-, Y/N sat at her special table so she could wait for her beloved.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ��ㅤ ㅤ

But the minutes passed and her coffee got cold. Y/N's gaze remained on the window, waiting to see the brown hair go by, and breathe in relief.

But that never happened, she waited an hour and decided to call her but Wanda didn't answer.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

‘The person you are trying to call is not accepting calls at this time’

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

What the hell was going on? Y/Ntried to send her endless texts, she called Wanda even more times but only heard the voice of the answering machine tell her the same thing over and over again.

She looked at her texts and as if by magic -or a very good hack system- everything disappeared. As if their chat never existed.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

‘The person you are trying to call is not accepting calls at this time’

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

She was about to go crazy. Or maybe she was overreacting?

What was happening?

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

‘If you lose your one and only… There's always room here for the lonely’ Neon Moon by Cigarettes after sex was playing on the radio.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

Y/N lowered her head to look at her second black coffee of the evening, noticing her reflection in it and realizing that maybe destiny was giving her a sign.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Y/N, you should see this.” Jules, who seemed surprised looking at the TV, decided to turn up the volume on the News.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

But Y/N didn't pay attention until Jules called out to her again. This time in a more serious and desperate tone.

And when Y/N finally saw the television, she got up from her seat to get closer and get a better look. Not being able to believe what she was watching right now.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

“Criminals? Criminals, that's just the word I was looking for them, Janet. As you can see, now they transfer Clint Barton, Wanda Maximoff and Samuel Wilson to a prison for enhanced people called 'The Raft'. For collaborating with Steve Rogers who is right now an enemy of the United States. Being an avenger doesn't give them the right to break laws. And whoever breaks the rules in America will have consequences. Let this be a message for everyone out there.” Said one of the NEWS reporters.

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ

Oh, no. Please no.

I hope you liked it, this is a request from my friend @imnotasuperhero. 🐻

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I can’t remember who asked me to tag them in my fics, if you want, comment and I’ll tag you.🐻

If you all have more requests, feel free to send them to me.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader

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amaiaqt · 11 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤlet the wind carry my love to youㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤnot even the ocean that separates you will stop ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhis loving antics ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤheizou !

"anonymous order; ....a long distance relationship with heizou where he and his s/o send letters to one another."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthis is kind of set during the vision hunt decree when ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤit was near impossible to travel into inazuma just bc ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤplease enjoy, xoxo ♡

shikanoin heizou, in his line of work, was familiar to the difference of professional and unprofessional letters. he knew how to write with just in his words, he knew how to get his point across, he knew to be serious and unbiased.

but when it comes to writing just how much he misses you, it's different. it's not that it's difficult for him to express his feelings through paper, it's just not the same as getting to talk to you in person. he prefers telling you about his day over a cup of tea with you right beside him, instead of doing so by writing it down on a paper and having to re-do it several times whenever his handwriting looks even a little off or uneven.

he doesn't only miss you, he misses you being there for him. there for him to come home to, there for him to hug and kiss as soon as he walks through the door, there for him to snuggle his face in your chest after a long, hectic day.

but even if he wants you physically with him, he'd rather you be safe.

he can hold his own during the vision hunt decree with the tenryou commission, he can protect himself. but when it came to you, even if he wants to, he knows it would've been a risk he's not willing to take. as much as he wants to protect you himself, as much as he wanted to reassure himself that he can protect you by himself, he knew if he failed, the penalty for you, a non-inazuman citizen, would've been far worse than what he would get. he would lose his vision, but you would possibly lose your life.

he can't take that risk. just the thought of it made him choke on the air around him and rendered him unable to breathe for a few seconds.

he knew you'd be safer far away, in liyue, and he knew to put his connections to good use to make sure the communication between you two wouldn't be cut. so that day, he gave you one last, long, loving kiss on the lips as he hugged you tightly. he hesitated to let you go, "i'm sorry, love, if only i could, we wouldn't have to stray so far." he kissed your cheek, his hold around your waist was still tight. "i trust your decision for me, heizou. i'm just worried about you.." to your response, a tear formed at the corner of his eye. "don't worry, i'll send letters as often as i can." he promised.

he promised those letters to you, and he would never be able to call himself a man if he broke such a special promise. he snapped out of his train of thoughts when he realized a few tears have dripped onto the letter he was currently writing, already dried. he wiped away the rest of the tears that threatened to stain his cheeks as he dipped the pen in ink again.

" . . . i hope you're enjoying at least a little bit in liyue, love. don't let the fact we're not physically together stop you for having even a little bit of fun ! i know how you get, after all.

inazuma is still a catastrophe, supplies here have been scarce and the prices has raised just because of that. and for the commission, jobs have been entirely a mess. . . ."

a soft smile tugged his lips up, as he wondered what you've been keeping yourself busy with in liyue. he's aware you have relatives there, and old friends, so he has hopes that they're keeping your spirits up.

". . . we'll be together again soon, i promise you, and i'm not one to go back on my word, you should know.

i miss you so, so much, love. and i hope that when you feel the breeze brush against your skin, that you think of me. much like how i think about you when i pass by a beautiful meadow of flowers. . . ."

he continues to write for hours late into the night, chuckling to himself when he remembers how you'd scold him for doing such so late, but now you were the reason he's writing so late.

as much as he prefers telling you about his day in person, as long as you're safe, he doesn't mind smelling your signature perfume and pretending you're there. he sighs, smelling the robe he was wearing that he happened to spray with your favorite perfume earlier.

oh, how he misses you so..

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ© amaiaqt, 2023 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤdo not plagiarize !

#꒰ㅤdelulu publishing houseㅤ꒱#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #repost from yesterday oops #amaiaqt #♡𝅼 ་ ׅ : babe wake up amai posted ！#heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou x reader #shikanoin heizou #heizou

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hadesknockedupintheunderworld · 4 months

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Which era of Archie Sonic did you enjoy more? Pre reboot or post reboot?

Hmmm that's a good question. Idk I think I liked some of the writing post reboot better and I did like the new characters. I also personally think the removal of the love triangles specifically made the comic so much more enjoyable for me and opened up for better characterization for Sally. However, reading post sgw I did miss some of the old charcters (rip all those claimed penders ocs) and their now unresolved storylines, was sad at the loss of certain character struggles (like Rotor who was struggling between his health and wanting to be in the field again), and I missed how pre sgw had just some of the most insane or out of the blue plot developments/world building choices.

In terms of enjoyment, though, I'd have to say post reboot for the following reasons:

1. I enjoyed pre reboot for what it was more often than not, but I had my most fun during Flynn era. I liked how the Penders era moved things to being more serious, but I often felt like he had good and interesting concepts/ideas without the writing to back it up. Meanwhile, while Flynn wasn't perfect either, I felt like he was able to make a lot of those established relationships more believable to me, and while he also made some batshit plot choices he had more of the writing skills to back it up. This is all to say that aside from some stuff at the very beginning of pre reboot, it was a long while before I was able to really enjoy what I was reading instead of just taking things I liked where I could. Post reboot was a lotta Flynn, so despite the loss of characters and plotlines I enjoyed greatly, I at least felt like I could enjoy everything post reboot.

2. It didn't have all of those Sonic based love triangles. I know I know I'm a multishipper I ship Sonic with a lot of people but by god. I just could not take the Sonic/Sally drama anymore. Bunnie/Antoine was fine. Flynn actually made me believe in Julie-Su and Knuckles as decent partners. But by that point (and this is coming from someone who loved Sonic/Sally before reading the comic) everything going on re-Sonic and Sally's romance prospects with the opposite gender and each other was like beating a dead horse. And for Sally specifically, she had been recharacterized so so so many times pre-reboot just for the sake of drama that she often...didn't feel like her own character. So post reboot with the love triangles and the romance with Sonic removed I felt like we could really see who she was as a character and a clear vision of her ambitions/cares. I could feel like who she *is* wouldn't be changed on a whim for the purpose of plot.

3. As they say, people get better with practice. And while I thought some of his pre-reboot stuff was interesting, I felt like by post reboot era, Flynn had grown better at depicting the nuance of living under the eggman empire.

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So yeah I guess I'd say, gun to my head? Post reboot. But it's really more complicated than that. I did enjoy both a lot, and especially in the last like 80 issues pre reboot. Pre reboot was wild an interesting in a way that I enjoyed with characters and storylines I loved, but it wasn't always written amazingly and contained much too many ongoing love triangles and mehhh canon relationships to me. Post reboot gave certain characters more time to shine as characters, reverted the pre reboot growth of other characters, delivered some of its nuanced situations better, and was largely written nicely, but you could often feel that the post reboot team was now restricted in a much different way than they were pre reboot (like, pre reboot's struggle was keeping up with existing storylines and relationships and keeping things true to what they have been, but post reboot's struggle feels more like it may have had some of Sega's restrictions we see nowadays).

In the end, though, I miss characters and storylines from both pre and post reboot after the cancelation.

#anon interview #archie sonic comics #sonic the hedgehog #Thanks for the ask anon!#Like I said it's all just complicated. There were some things post reboot I liked when it came to making things closer to the games' style #and continuity‚ but there were other things I felt were a bit of a loss to say the least #To me the removal of the love triangles and the giving her an actual character was good for Sally #But I can't help but feel like Knuckles reverted a bit. I do love canon Knuckles a lot‚ and it's fine that they added Relic and Fixit so he #wouldn't be completely alone on Angel Island‚ but I really miss the family he built with the Chaotix + Mighty and Ray #I miss Lien-Da and Shard and Scourge and Elias (among others) so so much‚ but I also loved new post reboot characters like Eclipse and the #egg bosses and the freedom fighter teams #Honestly I just wish we could have had meaningful resolutions to both the pre and post reboot timelines because I cared about them both #Although tbh at least post reboot got to finish the saving the world light gaia/dark gaia thing. Pre reboot left just in the middle of #current events #Anyways I digress #If you have any more questions on my thoughts re the archie comics or anything else like that‚ feel free to shoot me another ask!

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undecime · 7 months

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welcome to UNDECIME: a show and headcanon based CANON COMPLIANT portrayal of THE ELEVENTH DOCTOR from SEASONS 5 - 7 of DOCTOR WHO. first established in mar 2013, re - established in oct 2023. this blog is 21+. NON RP BLOGS, PLEASE DON'T INTERACT. RULES UNDER THE CUT.

¹ ㅤ as mentioned above, this is a blog for the eleventh doctor. he is show and headcanon based and canon compliant. for now i'm iconless as i am too lazy.

² ㅤ this blog is mutually exclusive, meaning i'll only write with and accept memes from people who i follow and who follow me back. if this is violated i will not hesitate to hardblock. any -ists don't follow. blogs from stranger things, glee, the eternals, fnaf, and people that interact heavily with these fandoms will be ignored. blogs of billy hargrove, nick goode, homelander, kylo ren, jeryd mencken, stormfront, soldier boy, billy butcher, or tate langdon will be blocked and i won't follow those who write with these characters. due to some past experiences in the rpc, i have a private dni that i will only share upon request with mutuals.

³ ㅤ i hardblock and softblock very liberally. i encourage you to do the same. there will be no hard feelings if either is done to me and you don't need to worry about me vaguing you for doing so.

⁴ ㅤ the doctor is a pansexual man. shipping, if it happens, will only be done with proper plotting and some writing. the doctor is a bit tricky to ship with, seeing as he's a 1,000+ year old alien but again, with proper plotting and writing it can be done. please don't forceship me, don't try to force him into a relationship or anything of the sort or you'll be blocked.

⁵ ㅤ triggers may be present on this blog and will be tagged as #trigger /. ones of particular note are murder, drug use, and blood / gore.

⁶ ㅤ i don't post starter calls, i post plotting calls and reblog memes. i don't like that mandatory interest tracker thing and likely won't fill them out unless we're already friends. i softblock if no attempt to interact is made within a couple weeks of following.

⁷ ㅤ again hi i'm blythe. my main blog is @aldovah so if i'm not here, find me there ♡

#PINNED.#DNI. DNR.#BLYTHE. SHE / HER. 25. MST. AUDHD.#PSD CREDIT: ARIAPSDS.

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in3 · 7 months

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welcome to IN3: a j. j. abrams films and headcanon based CANON COMPLIANT portrayal of JAMES TIBERIUS KIRK from STAR TREK. first established sometime in june 2013, re - established in oct 2023. this blog is 21+. NON RP BLOGS, PLEASE DON'T INTERACT. RULES UNDER THE CUT.

¹ ㅤ as mentioned above, this is a blog for jim kirk. he is movie and headcanon based and canon compliant. i'm in the process of making icons, so for now, this blog will be iconless.

³ ㅤ i hardblock and softblock very liberally. i encourage you to do the same. there will be no hard feelings if either is done to me and you don't need to worry about me vaguing you for doing so.

⁴ ㅤ jim is a pansexual man. shipping, if it happens, will only be done with proper plotting and some writing. please don't forceship me, don't try to force him into a relationship or anything of the sort or you'll be blocked.

⁵ ㅤ triggers may be present on this blog and will be tagged as #trigger /. ones of particular note are murder, drug use, and blood / gore.

⁷ ㅤ again hi i'm blythe. my main blog is @aldovah so if i'm not here, find me there ♡

#PINNED.#DNI. DNR.#BLYTHE. SHE / HER. 25. MST. AUDHD.#PSD CREDIT: ARIAPSDS.

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formysol · 3 years

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ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ｡↷ ✧*̥₊˚‧☆ﾐ our day!¡ •ଓ.

hi, sol! time flies so fast and here we are right now celebrating our first monthsary ♡. we may not be able to celebrate it nor greet each other as the time clicks at exactly 00:00, it` s completely fine! my baby deserves to rest she` s been very hardworking these days and so proud of her 💓.

Bebeeee, batiin mo `ko pagkagising mo ha! chz. I have few (?) may not be a few but lots to say, first is I want to greet you again a happiest first anniversary to us may we be able to celebrate anniversaries <33. These days I know that we`ve been busier than before, we`re not talking a lot than before but I hope you do know that my love for you does not fade easily. I hope you know that I love you everyday. I must say thank you so much for understanding and waiting also whenever I`m away rest assured that I`m going to repay that with my love and sincerity in our relationship. Today, we aren`t able to have our bawi time, sorry! on 25 let`s at least spare some time to celebrate even for a short time our monthsary? Maybe after classes let`s have some movie date I`ll find some good movie to watch.

Do you remember? It was 14th in August, our first conversation. I didn`t know it will be the end of my dull days. My mornings, afternoons, evenings become brighter and happier because I get to spend them with you. Never expected that talking to you will be euphoric and light. I`m always grumpy in the morning but the thought of you, I started to look forward for sun to rise rather than asking and dreading for another day of existing. I never wanted to say that you feel like home but instead you feel like a place I feel like I`m allowed to be me and the place I`m always longing everytime we`re away.

You are always welcome to tell me your worries, fears, and doubts don`t hesitate to tell me all of those because you`re not alone anymore. You don`t carry the world on your shoulders alone anymore, you have me. As long as you have me I will make you feel safe to those who are trying to shatter and tore you apart. I will never let them leave a scar onto your soul. This may sound cringey but I mean it. Although there will be a days where the skies are gray and clouded, too hard for us to understand each other, please always remember that it`s just a problem, misunderstandings, it will never be a reason to turn my heart against you. It`s always going to be my love than those misunderstandings. It will always be you than the problem. I will never get tired of loving you but if I did, allow me rest, I`m just tired but my feelings won`t fade.

Happy kiwi and elai day! I love you so much. Let`s reach our dreams together! Let`s be together in our hard times and struggles, let`s reach the end contented and proudly!

↳˳⸙;; ❝ playlist ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗:

It's an unpredictable life on my own,

I could be surrounded by many but still feel alone

That's when you told me that you'd always be there for me

And I'm always coming back to the one I call home.

I don't really got time for love

But I'll make an exception for you

Without your touch I feel like I'm dying

But now you're here, I see our fates aligning

If only a kiss could say just how much I love you

Then our lips would never part

I can't describe the feeling you gave

When you blew me away and I

Carry that every day

My sunshine and my moon.

#Spotify

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oreodeouro · 4 years

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❛ KOBOTTOM — AESTHETIC FEELINGS! ❞

“if you feel like I feel, please, let me know that is real, you're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off youI love you, baby and if it's quite all right I need you, baby...” — by Oriana to @lcngbcttxm ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ to my heart I must be true ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ nothin´ left for me to do ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ you´re the one that I want ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ the one I need yes indeed ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ are you sure? yes, I´m sure down deep inside

#darkagepontos #tombo pt.4

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ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ Baby’s on fire… He is seventeen today. He grew up a little today. He is not blowing out the candles on a birthday cake, he is quaffing absent. There are dancing and jumping in rhythm familiar and unfamiliar people around him. Yolandi Visser singing with her soft childish voice through the music beats. The Shadow Empire has his own unique atmosphere in its purple neon lights, recognizable people of San Mishuno, impossible scream-singing with famous songs and expansive, but tasty alcohol cocktails, and the most important thing — connections. Without the connections Arvel would never negotiate with director of the club about arriving school students tonight. 20th October. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ My daddy says I’m like a slut to see «Hurray!», «Wooow!», «Yaeeah!» — just in one time. Then laughter and some dancing to the music. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ A South African cherrie makin’ history — Drink! Drink! Drink! — Arvel’s friends’ yelling happily. Arvel, putting his hands back, bends over the table and take a shot glass of vodka by his lips. He drinks it in one time and then after that little victory there are another claps and yelling. Arvel sits on the coach. Patricia Bradberry — called Glossy by everyone because of her pink hair and knowledge how to stand out — sits near Arvel immediately. She pats on his back and chuckles. — You are so profi! — she says drinking her Daiquirí. She puts her glass down the table and smiles, leaning back on the back of coach. — So… what about Riveira University? — Yeah, why asking? — Arvel asks and gazes at the friends going to the dancing floor. — Dunno, maybe you have changed your mind. Because I was thinking about studying in England. Maybe France, huh? — Glossy clenches her lips, she thinks and then shrugging her shoulders. — Father said that he’s ready to pay for any country, but it should be good to me. So… — Well, Riveira is one of the best Universities that do a really good job of teaching architecture. It’s your choice, dude, but I think that if we have a deal, so let’s not to ruin it? — grin on his face seems so warm, familiar and kind, that Glossy just pushes Arvel lightly. — You ‘re scoundrel, Tiedmann! You think only about not letting me go. Shame on you! — Glossy takes her glass and has a few drinks. — Oh, I think I’m ashamed just as much you’re thinking about messing our plan to conquer the Reveira. And that means… — Arvel raises his hand and shows ‘zero’ in thumb and trigger fingers.— So… that much I’m ashamed. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard Glossy’s laugh sounds softly and cute, and Arvel just looks at her beauty smile. Glossy has helped him in difficult situations, have helped him to make choice about his profession, was there when Arvel needed to avoid pushy thinking about to get up and go to study business for his father. He pulls her braids lightly to remind about childhood and calls her Cotton Candy, because her hair seems like that sweet. — Ok! Ok! You know that I really want to get to Reveira. Fuck, Willian Grimsho teaches there! I am in love with his theatre that he built in Newcrest. And… God! Have you seen how he mixed modern and neo-classic? God, I am just fan of this dude. — I heard also that in 2019 at the Reveira will be teaching Debora Hadid. I adore her deconstructivism. — Arvel looks away to the bar. — Okay, I am going to get more drinks for us. What you’ll have? — «Hot and Smoky», — Glossy smiles and, taking her drink from the table, finish it leavening the glass near others glasses. — I am going to bathroom…

#the sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 legacy #the sims 4 story #sims story #ts4 #ts4 legacy #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #arvel #rogodard eng #tlsoc eng

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starkarcreator · 4 years

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you want the

or the

ㅤ　눈물Tear 〔 : We'll

never get free lamb to

the〕무료

양고기~¡

　　水water。the cool

cat? `I only call you

when it's half past

five’〔 ﹕만들어진 onlч

breɑk me! 〕

ㅤ⊰罪 βασιλιάδες ঌ ,

, , Lɑ vıe en；vılle,

ouı, c'est﹢공

tout ce que nous ɑvons

connu ∫케 Quoı qu'↳l

ɑrrıve, quoı qu'on

trouve çɑ devıent

vrɑıment étrɑnge

ㅤ ८鏈 첨 Wıth

her wıne-stɑıned lıps,

she’s nothıng ﹙həч-

чə﹚ but 나는 trouble.

чou got me ın chɑıns,

чou got me ın chɑıns

for _ chɑıns

onlч breɑk me

ㅤ 界• 첨— don't

ımpose lımıts；love ıs

blınd 나는、let me shut

mч eчes, ı’m zonın'

﹢공_, чou

don't know who чou

mess wıth. tu ɑs le

rчthme

ㅤ ঌ •╱

but чou know? ıt doᥱs

not mɑtter ıf чou'rᥱ

smɑrt, stupıd, uglч,

﹙hɑndsomə...﹚ Gıvᥱs

the samᥱ； . whᥱn

чou'rᥱ ﹢죽은! ɑnd ɑ

corps ᥱ cɑn not laugh.

ㅤㅤφίλους친구 ╲

'Cαuse αll of my

demons αre my friends,

αre my friends. Best

friends forever. I'll write

them letters.

私のセーターを貸して

ください. We'll die

together,

⊰罪 ↳ how do ı

∫♧releɑse 車 ɑnd

get untıed? ı don't know

how to mɑke чou feel

ɑlıve. ↳Clɑerlч ঌ known

(@ow-own

ঌ舞 ↳ ɑll the tıme,

∫♤mч bɑbч 動 чou

on mч mınd. Dɑncın' ҂

κίνηση ın the

╲@moonlıght. ↳Get up

on the floor

ㅤㅤㅤ⚘百年८ Sσme

✧ ɑre tσld✫！

Sσme turn tσ dust ━ σr

tσ gσld,

생각해 me. Remember

↻ me fσr ١centurιes.

ㅤㅤㅤ⚘神仙८

Sometimes

✧ off✫！ for having

any faith. ━ Is when it’s

테스트 again and again

everyday

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ光。 ̶̲𝐍̶̲𝐞̶̲𝐫̶̲𝐯̶̲𝐨̶̲𝐮̶̲𝐬 (dᥲ)rk&nᥱss'১ `쩌면 ঐ ╱ You got me 緊張 : to ̲𝚜̲𝚙̲𝚎̲𝚊̲𝚔. You got me @¡nervous to ̲𝚖̲𝚘̲𝚟̲𝚎. You got me turnın` ɑll ɑr(ou)nd

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤঈ﹢̲ ßəyxß we're 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯, bɑbчgırl we're 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯. Theч ɑbout to see ɑ ﹙shıne﹚ cɑuse we're 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯. Theч cɑn't 打破 (u)s 擊落 cɑuse we're 𝘨𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘯

ㅤㅤㅤ 𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑶𝑵。 ❪度蜜月❫。 ҉ feels lιke the hσneчmσσn ㅡ The੭ truth ιs vσιd becɑ♡use theч mσve ɑwɑч frσm ιt.

ㅤㅤㅤ 𝟏𝟎𝟎𝟒 𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳。 ❪천사천❫。 ҉ I'm lιke ɑ beggɑr I dσ nσt thιnk ㅡ I੭ cɑn see♡чσu ɑnчmore, I feel lιke I'm reɑllч dчιng.

ㅤㅤㅤ 𝑾𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝑼𝑷。 ❪叫醒我❫。 ҉ Wɑke up, we’ve pressed fσr tιme ㅡ Our੭ reɑlιtч ιs lιke ɑ pɑιn, whιch ιs stuck ιns♡ιde ɑ stone pσt

ㅤησυχια ╱ 한 ; When ı go ınto the ground 𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙣`𝙩 𝙜𝙤 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩𝙡𝙮, ı'm bringin' 吾crown. When ı go ınto земля.

ㅤбриллиант : 내야 ╱ μάτια 199O¡ye what do you want the 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 or the 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩8

ㅤ　눈물Tear﹢̲ 〔 : We'll never get free lamb to the ̲𝗌̲𝗅̲𝖺̲𝗎̲𝗀̲𝗁̲𝗍̲𝖾̲𝗋〕무료 양고기~¡ 𝓂𝑜𝑜𝓃𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

　　水water。the cool cat? `I only call you when it's half past five’〔 ﹕만들어진 onlч breɑk me! 〕

⊰罪 ↳𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 how do ı ∫♧releɑse 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖車 ɑnd get untıed? ı don't know how to mɑke чou feel ɑlıve. ↳Clɑerlч ঌ known (@ow-own

ঌ舞 ↳𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧 ɑll the tıme, ∫♤mч bɑbч 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞動 чou on mч mınd. Dɑncın' ҂ κίνηση ın the ╲@moonlıght. ↳Get up on the floor

ㅤㅤㅤ⚘百年८ Sσme 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 ✧ ɑre tσld✫！ Sσme turn tσ dust ━ σr tσ gσld, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 생각해 me. Remember ↻ me fσr ١centurιes.

ㅤㅤㅤ⚘神仙८ Sometimes 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐲 ✧ off✫！ for having any faith. ━ Is when it’s 테스트 again and again everyday

ㅤㅤ𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 ; ░⃟ Lιkᥱ ɑ blɑck ❪秘密月❫。 ҉ shɑdσw ㅡ ╳ ㅡ thɑt ιs ɑbs♡σrbᥱd ιn thᥱ nιght I ιnfiltrɑtᥱ чσu, cσnscισusnᥱss.

⌠.OO1⠀ ᘛ ❪; ઇ﹏ γoυ ᥴan ᥴall мe ᥲn ᥲrтιѕт or ✫҂ ᥲnyтнιng ᥱlѕᥱ ❀γoυ ᥴan ᥴᥲll мe ᥲn ιdol

⌠.OO2 wнᥲтᥱvᥱr yoυ wᥲnт, ι do noт ᥴare ℬᥱᥴᥲυѕe ι wᥲѕ ᥲlwayѕ мyѕelғ ҂ ι ᥲм ғrᥱᥱ

⌠.OO3 ᘛ ഽcнᥲѕᥱd﹏ ❪ ℒovᥱѕ ❫ ˚ poιnт γoυr ғιngᥱr # ι do noт ᥴᥲre no ℳᥲттer wнaт yoυr rᥱaѕon тo вlaмe мe ι ĸnow wнaт ι aм

໒ : prιncᥱѕѕ ❪ ℒovᥱѕ ❫ ˚ ι нᥱarт 投 ιѕ cιndᥱrᥱlla ĸιndneѕѕ ιѕ ғrᥱᥱ. ℒovᥱ тoo ι тнιnĸ ᥲnιмalѕ ᥴᥲn lιѕтen ᥲnd тalĸ тo υѕ ιғ we pay ᥲттenтιon ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

ᘛ ℒovely 吽 cιndᥱrᥱll ιѕ reᥲdy? ғor ᥱvᥱryтнιng. ᥲѕ long ᥲѕ ιт'ѕ υp тo yoυ ᥴryѕтᥲl ѕlιpperѕ prιncᥱ + ♡ ℳovιᥱ♯royal ᥴaѕтlᥱ

꒰ αrtıfıcıαl&technologʏ 🖇

　　　　기술≀ıt's α 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 ୭

　　　 to hug ↳someone’

⠀⠀𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.𝐩𝐝𝐟 — :⠀ʏou penetrαte ın me 나는೨ αnd sımplʏ burn αll ꒰ 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐬 ꒱ ıntenselʏ ↺ αct wıth mʏ own decısıons.

ㅤεπιλογές : 🚫

ㅤrəady? · 🎮

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ㅤ𝒀𝑬𝑺! ⚔ 𝑵𝑶!

𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 FORGΣT ⭟ 𝐲𝐨𝐮

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GO AWAY ❌ φύγε.

인어 ঌ I'm on my WΛY

to the ╱ 𝑜𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓃 : 🌊

﹢Yℴu αnd I can nℴt hαvℯ αnything. I am dating and my boyfriend would not like to know if something happened

🌜 ७我在約會！ 달🌺١ ҂ flowᥱr🌹𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 ⌡↬ ᥴuρ¡d、🌸

K¡ss mᥱ 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥 lovᥱ mᥱ৲ 두려워하낑지 poιnt！

🦋 It isη't iη mч blood ⚘ ꦿ wᥱ ɑ don' t 🍭°

/영 🎨١ ⌇ridᥱ🌟𝗮𝗯𝗰𝗱𝗲𝗳𝗴﹏ ➵ ocᥱɑn、❄

Hᥱlp mᥱ ░ I’m ɑfrɑid」憎む愛または dɑrk﹚

☄𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲° ೃ､﹕sᥱᥱ lovᥱ৲ mч wɑч。🎻

ᘛ밍 🌷∫ hɑppч 💮▒؃ ɑpplɑusᥱ ١사랑해 🌼

Hɑvᥱ ೈ чou got colour ➻ 𝟏𝟐𝟑𝟒𝟓𝟔𝟕𝟖𝟗𝟏 minᥱ 🍁

👄 랑행복의 ࿐ thᥱ rᥱαlnᥱss 𝐀𝐁𝐂𝐃𝐄𝐅 ҂ ♡

ᘛ 챠밍 🍀༄I know just 𝐀𝐁𝐂𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐆 wɑntin ➷ 너를 🐾

purposᥱ ⚘ ꦿ Bαd romαncᥱ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭! Lovᥱ *ೃ 🍒

🍦행복의 삶평 ๛ diᥱ.clothᥱ১！🍷

- ̗̀🍰달 cɑn't sᥱᥱ 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚! ➳ 희망한 🎭 ɑngᥱl 🏩ⵂ

- sɑdness ▓ ℒolliρoρ 𝐀𝐁𝐂𝐃𝐄 Տɦɑઝᥱɾ ⚘ ꦿ - ̗̀❀﹏.

- 🐰 美しい離婚す Ꭻᥱllч ℬᥱllч ！🐩

/.001 ᘛ You're🐦giving me ɑ ℳillion reɑsons🦋 to🐾let you giving me ɑ🐇ℳillion ℒeɑsons to🐩it🥀the ❪show givin'❫ me ɑ҂ℳillion🦑reɑsome.'❀

/.002 ८ If I ℋɑd🍭ɑ highwɑy༅,I ℒould🍬run for~° the🍷 hills could ɑ 。ೃwɑy,🏰I'd forever be🎭♯°` stillyor⛲ℒiving me ɑ 🎠ℳillion reɑsons.'✧

피 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗲៹〔 bə：fuck lovə ─ ↯ 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎. old ı៹· 的 honəy, ıt's↝ 𝟗.𝟗.𝟗：↝Lust for lıfə.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ.

ㅤHONƎY 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟗 do not mɑkə mə wɑit forəver.៹ ╱𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫： (dᥲ)rk sidə.

ㅤㅤ LIKΣ Λ G6៹ ╳ ‹ 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥 ↳ Now I'm ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶ so fly like. ﹝𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟎﹞.

ㅤㅤ𝟔𝐎𝟏 LOVΣRΣS╳ 但 The : 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫﹚♡ Pull yoursꫀlf together Just don't mɑkꫀ me wɑıt forevꫀr. ❪shꫀ♡❫╰ :ㅆ Sɑıd comꫀ on supermɑn, sɑч your stupıd lınꫀ.

໒Bad : 岩 ∫She cɑlls me by nɑme.𝒍𝒍. I sɑy, bɑby, now it's lɑte.২

໒ ∫Good Girl: 웃 ∫ˇ𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! ❪ You already know my name 𝒍𝒍 today today, I want you to call me Daddy.❫ ২

২𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒚: 둻 ∫ sʜᴇ's ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍᴇ, ༶ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ sᴇx ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴀᴅ.༈

ㅤㅤ꒰╳̶D̶R̶Σ̶A̶M름꒱: ╱αre you lιstenιng? heαr me tαlk, heαr me sιng · ৩문𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬? 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞?✧.

ㅤㅤওLITTLΣ╳BABY: when you t͇e͇l͇l͇ ͇m͇e͇ to bewαre_𝘂𝗺𝗺៹ 합물ιs ιt somethιng 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰?

ㅤㅤঌ♡𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑨𝑵: noddιng y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶h̶e̶α̶d੭ 만heαr α word ι sαιd༄ ι can't [ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 ] ɞ.

ㅤㅤ꒰노력꒱: ೨but you n̶e̶v̶e̶r 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰╱ so, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 ιt gonnα be? › 야기tell me, cαn you heαr me?

ㅤㅤ৩ CAЯAMEL ㅡ ι̶'̶m̶ ̶s̶o̶ ̶s̶ι̶c̶k of ιt✧ 노브𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 defιcιtㅅnever lιsten, you never lιsten ↴

ㅤㅤওLITTLΣ╳BABY: when you t͇e͇l͇l͇ ͇m͇e͇ to bewαre_𝘂𝗺𝗺៹ 합물ιs ιt somethιng 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰?

ㅤㅤঌ♡𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑨𝑵: noddιng y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶h̶e̶α̶d੭ 만heαr α word ι sαιd༄ ι can't [ 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 ] ɞ.

ㅤㅤ꒰노력꒱: ೨but you n̶e̶v̶e̶r 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰╱ so, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 ιt gonnα be? › 야기tell me, cαn you heαr me?꒰운꒱: hι, ι'm the prιncess of my pαrents · (αyαyαyα) 나는♡的一天！ι would lιke to blow the bαlloon cαlled you_hey! l♡ч!

行♡k-k-k-kɑwɑιι♡wɑke up, got ɑ secret發whɑt ɑre you goιng to ১ ─ come ɑnd plɑy wιth 小ɑnd me♡⊰罪 ↳𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 how do ı ∫♧releɑse 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖車 ɑnd get untıed? ı don't know how to mɑke чou feel ɑlıve. ↳Clɑerlч ঌ known (@ow-own

ঌ舞 ↳𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧 ɑll the tıme, ∫♤mч bɑbч 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞動 чou on mч mınd. Dɑncın' ҂ κίνηση ın the ╲@moonlıght. ↳Get up on the floorOO1. ∫ ♡ ❝ ﹙﹢ αt nιgнт whєn thє ѕtαrѕ lιgнт υp mч rσσm. í ѕít вч mчѕєlf тαℓкιиg тσ тнє мσσи. ❞

OO2. ∫ ♡ ❝ ﹙﹢ í knσw yoυ're ѕoмewнere oυт thєrє ѕσmєwhєrє fαr αwαч. ι wαnt чσu вαck, ιí wαnt чσu вαck mч 6 thínk ι'м crαzч. ❞⊰罪 ↳𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 how do ı ∫♧releɑse 𝟏𝟗𝟗𝟖車 ɑnd get untıed? ı don't know how to mɑke чou feel ɑlıve. ↳Clɑerlч ঌ known (@ow-own

ঌ舞 ↳𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧 ɑll the tıme, ∫♤mч bɑbч 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞動 чou on mч mınd. Dɑncın' ҂ κίνηση ın the ╲@moonlıght. ↳Get up on the floor

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ya-ttori · 6 months

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𓈒 🍎🥛 ࣪ traumatized boys ૮ ˃𓈒꒧ ˂ ა 𓈒

#۫ 𓈒 ୧ you ' re no good for me baby #you ' re no good for me ㅤ ⊹ ࣪#lost in the cloud #baek cirrus #skylar #layouts #manhwa #manhwa icons #manhwa layouts #boys love #red layouts #soft layouts #soft icons #soft locs #coquette layouts #coquette packs #coquette icons #coquette dollete #brown moodboard

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rockinlibrarian · 7 years

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This is copied from my actual blog

(What follows was originally posted at Amy's Free Library of Rock, my actual Blog-blog as opposed to a Tumblr that I only usually REblog stuff on, but after @theselfexpress posted something yesterday I thought it might be good to have on Tumblr, too).

I'm kind of wincing at my own title. You know STORY is my favorite thing in the whole world. You know I'm all about the importance of stories and trying to separate the word "myth" from the concept of "falsehood." Story helps us give meaning to our existence. But we also sometimes use it to justify what we WANT to be true, even when it isn't. It's funny that this was a major theme in this season of Sherlock, too. I'd like to share my thoughts on that, sometime before it becomes too far past to be relevant. I'm also working on two different GeekMom articles at once (possibly three. Come Monday, if I don't get any more time to myself to type before then, definitely three). I also have (as usual, but at the same time worse than usual) a complete wreck of a house to deal with, a bunch of Christmas decor to put away, and a whole lot of commitments taking me out of the house, not to mention the day to day commitments of a family that somehow expects I should feed them everyday (even though they don't like much of anything I cook for them). There is SO MUCH I have to work on, and I haven't even mentioned settling back to do the final handsewing on my new butterfly brocade dress while watching the series of Soundbreaking I finally managed to get hold of, because that's pure leisure time. But I digress. (Often). I really want, right here right now, to address current events, yet again. We are at a scary moment of history. And if you disagree, this is probably due to the stories you are telling yourself, not the truth. And if you think the people who disagree ARE fully aware of the truth, you are also telling yourself stories, not seeing the full truth. The sad, frustrating, dangerous, and frankly somewhat traumatizing thing is, forces have transpired to fog the truth up for us. Gah, I know, that's vague. But that's the point. It would be nice to be able to point directly at Putin and blame the rise of totalitarianism on the Russian propaganda machine, but that's just part of it. It's easy to point to the new administration, which is doing it blatantly:

Re Spicer's lies, this is from someone who worked in a past administration. Important read. pic.twitter.com/XrjLJHRAGL

— Anna Rascouët-Paz (@rascouet) January 22, 2017

But again, that's just part of it. If we all called these things as they are, they wouldn't have any power. But the fog isn't coming out of a single sfx machine that we can just unplug. A spun story here, an appeal to People Like Me there, a information miasma without enough librarians, and countless individual stories-we-tell-ourselves being presented as truth in echo chambers among people telling similar stories, and you end up with a GREAT SMOG pouring in from countless directions. I'm super-sensitive to this fog, which is why I said it's somewhat traumatizing. It's traumatizing for ME. I don't like my mind being messed with. It makes me angry. It makes me frustrated. It makes me really really sad. And I feel like Cassandra when I see it happening and I can't get anyone to believe me (who doesn't already see it happening themselves). Let me show you how these things happen, using a tragedy that happened down the street from me this past fall as an example (skip the paragraph if you don't want to read a tragedy). Here is what happened, strict facts. A man who had been abusive and outright threatened to kill his pregnant wife showed back up to torment her and threaten her life again, even though she had a PFA against him. She called the police. Police showed up, too late, he's already shot and killed her and now he turns the gun out the window and shoots two officers, killing one, badly injuring the other. The police shut down the area and go on a manhunt for the rest of the morning, only to find the guy had killed himself right after. 'Kay. That's what happened. Here is one way the story could be presented, and was: the story of the police martyrs cut down in the line of duty by a cop-killer. This angle is still in evidence in our town-- the blue-and-black ribbons are still up all over, the signs that say "We stand with you, Cbg PD!" and "We salute our fallen officers." This angle really resonates with people, which is how my little neighborhood ended up making the national news. Implicit in this coverage is a "Those darn criminals keep killing our fine police officers!" message. And it goes farther, it gets turned into "Why do you keep accusing the police of brutality, can't you see THEY'RE the victims, THEY'RE the ones that keep getting SHOT DOWN because your lies about police brutality make people hate them?!" Whoa, slow down here. The guy shot them because he was a violent maniac and they were coming to arrest him, not because he was part of some cop-killer club or anything, lying in ambush just waiting to pick one off. Officer B truly did die in the line of duty, not out of some political demonstration. Now look at the way the story was NOT presented. I was surprised when the story made the national news because the sad fact is domestic abusers kill their partners ALL THE TIME, and you don't hear it on the national news unless one of them's famous or something really unusual and gruesome happened or, say, a cop got killed. Is this woman, and her unborn child, and all the other victims of domestic abuse, somehow less important than the police officers who were trying to save her? Is her life worth less? Why is her death not a national tragedy? Oh, sure, the police were in a way innocent bystanders, just doing their jobs, and they got shot. But isn't she equally innocent? Isn't it a tragedy that she's had to suffer at his hands and words all this time, that she tried to get help and protection and it ultimately didn't work? With all the black-and-blue ribbons all over town, in just one place do you see a memorial to her-- on the electric signpost of the drug store where she worked. Her coworkers love and miss her. But everywhere else she's forgotten. Now imagine what would have happened to the story the world saw if I change just one detail. You see, this woman was an immigrant from Egypt. Her killer husband was an all-american white boy with freakin' american flags waving off the back of his truck (I used to gawk at it, it was something). WHAT IF their ethnicities had been reversed? What if the killer was a Middle-Eastern immigrant and his wife was *gasp* blonde? If you don't think this would change the way this story was told, you haven't been paying much attention.

Y'all better make this VIRAL since any other media wont do it pic.twitter.com/A668T8CqmF

— ㅤ (@turntsIut) January 21, 2017

We all have our own Normals, based on where we grew up, where we live now, who we were raised by, and who we were raised among. When we see just a snapshot of another Normal, it's easy to jump to conclusions. Because this, people in that Normal must be this other thing. So we get a bit repulsed by the Others and retreat deeper into our own Normals, where everyone tells the same stories about What Normal IS that you do So we automatically frame what we see in terms of what we already consider normal. The story of the tragedy in my neighborhood takes on a different meaning depending on how you feel toward police officers, what your experiences or knowledge of domestic abuse is like, or how much you know about the culture to which any of the interested parties belong. We group people and experiences into "like me" and "not like me" categories in our heads, and when evidence goes contradictory to it, we rewrite our understanding of reality to fit. Sometimes we change our opinions. But other times we hold tighter to what we used to know as true. This is true across the board, but people who are still optimistic about our new president have had it particularly bad, lately. They were so excited to get a GOP president-- "GOP! Anti-Obama and Anti-Hillary! That means he's LIKE US!"-- that they fail to see that he's actually NOT. Oh, he's not a Democrat in disguise either, all right. He's not a normal president, period. But he must be good because he says things about Making America Great Again, and that's exactly what we want to hear, so....

Via @ddale8: Trump fans' favorite things about him are the stuff they made up in their own head pic.twitter.com/Jw6Xp7QClc

— Daniel Radosh (@danielradosh) January 19, 2017

Particularly fascinating are the folks in these pictures who admire his Godliness but wish he'd stop tweeting. I suppose because every tweet makes the UNGodliness stand out instead. It makes it hard for them to keep telling that story to themselves. If he keeps it up they may be forced to change their minds about him, and they'd rather not, so just shut up, Donny, and let them keep their fantasies, okay? Don't run away from reading me here yet, my conservative friends! Don't get complacent, my liberal ones! The Left has their own pretty stories, too. The most problematic one is lumping all President Trumpsterfire's supporters together with the worst of them. They've all made a serious mistake-- yes, you KNOW I think you've made a serious mistake, people who voted for him-- but not for nefarious purposes. Yes, they may kill people by taking away their health care, yes, they may invalidate people's marriages, yes, they may condone the persecution of millions of innocents because of their heritage or genetics, but they DON'T SEE IT THAT WAY. They know different Stories, they either don't HAVE all the facts or they can't make the facts fit into their Stories so they respin them as falsehoods. A few of them--a few-- really ARE hateful, bigoted scum. But when we call the REST hateful bigoted scum, too, it just makes it harder for them to listen to the actual truths you're telling that they need to hear! I've seen too many conservative friends bristling away from the movement toward justice because of this. I found the pictures from the Womens' Marches really inspiring yesterday. Then I saw a tweet from a conservative friend in response to someone who'd said LOOK HOW BEAUTIFUL EVERYONE UNITED EVERYONE IS WELCOME! "...not the Pro-Life ones," she replied bitterly. OUCH. I know what she means. I have no doubt that Pro-Life women WOULD have been and WERE welcomed into the marches, but a lot of Pro-Choicers have a problem how they talk about the Pro-Life movement-- they, too, lump people who genuinely believe in the sanctity of life with misogynists who just want to control women's sexuality. This is a particularly frustrating issue for me, because I grew up in a very actively Pro-Life extended family-- I've done the March for Life myself!-- and I thoroughly understand my family members' actual feelings on the matter, and I truly consider myself Pro-Life, even though from a political standpoint I am technically pro-choice.

The sign, read the sign, people!... meaning, mostly, my extended family...! #PROLIFEFORREAL https://t.co/IjEu4zvAg4

— Amy W (@rockinlibrarian) January 22, 2017

I don't think the picture shows up in the quoted tweet, here's the one I was referring to:

An outpouring of people with a lot at stake. #WomensMarch #WomenMobilizeNC pic.twitter.com/8FasRdksR4

— Zeynep Tufekci (@zeynep) January 21, 2017

I've had a real hard time at church since just before the election. Remember I said I hadn't lost my faith in God but was pretty disillusioned with the Church? Our pastor, he's a great guy y'know, but the Sunday before the election he said something like, "Yeah, we have to make a choice, and it looks like we have to make a choice between 'Bad' and 'Worse.' I can't tell you who to vote for, but I will say when you get down to it that the most important thing is protecting the Sanctity of Life, and we have to vote to stop abortion." And I'm just SERIOUSLY HAVE YOU EVEN LOOKED AT THIS GUY, HE IS ANTI-LIFE UNLESS IT'S HIS OWN! The fact that the Pro-Life movement has become SO FOCUSED on overturning Roe vs. Wade that they can no longer see that liberal movements have actually done far far more to REALLY protect the sanctity of life (I can't find the article I read about this last summer that uses facts to support this claim, but here's another article I found while looking for it that at least expresses the idea in more detail) is just... so depressing, really. And if we'd stop being so PARTISAN about it, we could SEE this, and actually WORK TOGETHER to truly protect LIFE. I think the most important thing we need to do is follow Haymitch's advice in Catching Fire, and remember who the real enemies are. I know we find it hard to forgive each other. I know we're angry, we're all so angry. But let's make sure we're focusing the anger in the right place. I saw someone say, "Trump didn't divide America!" -- true, we've already been divided. I've seen others say, "We need to stand together and put faith in the election process and our new administration." Or, the opposite, "We CANNOT play nice anymore. The Nazis weren't defeated because the Allies had a nice discussion and they all shook hands." BUT. A totalitarian government just LOVES when it can pit its citizens against each other. It LOVES to be all "if you're not for us your against us." There are people TRYING to get us to hate each other, pointing at all the worst actions of the "other" side instead of the many many more right actions. WE CANNOT LET THEM DO THIS. Civil war destroys so much. A revolution, on the other hand? If we all, ALL, take a good look around and see who the enemies REALLY are? It's rough when we're still divided over the stories we're getting, but the fact is the majority of people are GOOD PEOPLE. And when we stick together instead of turning on each other, we can beat this. I don't know if this whole quoted tweet will show up, but...

White women need to be the meat shields of this resistance https://t.co/SFyi332Ca1

— Goldeen Ogawa (@GrimbyTweets) January 22, 2017

You see this is the one she was quoting:

You don't think that maybe JUST MAYBE the police treat people differently when large numbers of white women are present?

— Carrie (@PlainJaneFoster) January 22, 2017

That original tweet was a little bitter, about how privileged white women are that they don't have THEIR protests broken up by riot police (when there isn't a riot). But Goldeen takes that and says LET'S USE THIS. You see what we can do when we ALL stand together? We can't let anyone try to divide us any more. We need to speak up even when we aren't the direct victims of an injustice. We need to listen to each other and not just assume that, oh, this is only about THEM, or that, oh, I don't see a problem so obviously there isn't really a problem they're just overreacting. If we open our eyes and hearts and stand together, we can keep the real enemies from their nefarious plans. We can make right mighty, instead of pretending might makes right.

And the fact this was worldwide. It's not just about us. It is about humans and the Earth.

— LibraryElfReads (@LibraryElfReads) January 22, 2017

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