#''i know its the fray'' listen i have a bunch of leftovers from my high school music taste lmao you cant judge me

[albatris]

hmmm time for another post with a target audience of Just Me

so

i know it's the fray but like. listen. listen

there's songs on the atdao playlist which address tris's various mental states and at least a few of my own personal psychosis vibe tunes are thrown in n lots of them are kind of. A Lot. like the overarching mood through this category of songs as a whole is some combination of confusion, isolation and terror

the exception to this is "trust me" and it is also my favourite one of the songs that fall into this category. do i have any idea what the song is actually supposed to be about? nope! but i have ocs and i am Willing To Reach

that's all! that's what this post is. I'm going to get some work done now goodbye

also I literally did not have enough space in the tags to go on the tag ramble i wanted to go on but i KNOW i have addressed at least the end point before in much better words so i will leave it at this for now

#''i know its the fray'' listen i have a bunch of leftovers from my high school music taste lmao you cant judge me #its not my fault some of them have extremely fitting lyrics..... leave me alone...... #but yeah. it's the fray! but im very fond of this song and its role in the playlist #🎶🎵 we're only taking turns holding this world 🎵🎶 #🎵🎶 it's how it's always been / when you're older you will understand 🎵🎶 #songs for when ur a human vessel for apocalyptic forces that have been passed on from person to person since the beginning of time #songs for being the latest tired scared lonely person in a neverending chain of tired scared lonely people #whose souls are angry and restless and resentful and hurt and won't leave you the fuck alone #songs for being a house. you're not a part of this and It's Not You but it lives here and you can't look away #songs for shouldering a burden you don't want and never asked for and knowing it's completely incomprehensible to everyone around you #17 years old n having understandably a whole lot of different feelings about this including the confusion isolation and terror #addressed in other songs but mostly just an unspeakable endless ancient exhaustion #like. does any of that come across lyrically? absolutely not #emotionally though?? in my heart?? yeah #anyway. i havent explained any of this before #this little apocalyptic timebomb just gets handballed from person to person and life to life at random #in order for it to spread and continue its decay of the universe #is it a disease? is it the universe's in-built preprogrammed death? who knows #if it gets passed to you. you dont do anything with it. nothing you do does anything #its not conscious or evil its just Inevitable. just endlessly marchin on #you as a vessel or ''carrier'' dont channel it or anything honestly you're just a host basically #it can cause an acceleration of decay in the world around you #you may also find yourself on the receiving end of Communications from previous carriers #its a whole ramble i could go on. there's a lot to it. more than i can explain in the tag limit lol #is it real? no. i mean yeah? real is subjective? but no. it's not. though the story makes it clear that the point is #that it doesn't matter whether it's real or not because either way it doesn't change anything bc tris is still a good and kind #person whose life has importance and purpose blah blah #it's not a story about overcoming or eradicating this belief in the end it's just like. finding a way to exist alongside it #not accept it necessarily. just to find some solid ground to coexist with it without being in a constant state of guilt and panic #atdao

[rhaenyra--targarvyen]

Pizza

A (belated) birthday gift for @the-crazy-lemonade-lady ! Sorry it’s late!

Inspired by a post I saw a couple days ago that I just couldn’t not write a full fic for...

Peter hasn’t seen a mess this large since that unfortunate day in chemistry last year where Marcus Stone (accidentally) almost blew up half the lab. 

Of course, it’s awesome too. Every superhero he’s grown up aspiring to be like, raised on stories of their bravery and self sacrifice in the face of impossible odds, are all in one place. Not fighting each other. And Wakanda is amazing. So he’s not exactly surprised that things are so crazy, but really-it’s just pizza toppings. 

Tomorrow they all go their separate ways to fight Thanos (or, as Mr. Stark likes to call him, the giant space grape) but for tonight they feast like champions. Apparently, that means the best pizza that Wakanda has to offer. 

“Spider-Man, give us a headcount,” Mr. Stark says, and Peter complies: there’s Captain America, Black Widow, Thor, Hawkeye, and Dr. Banner, along with the New Avengers War Machine, Falcon, Vision, and Scarlet Witch. There’s the Winter Soldier-or the White Wolf, now. There’s Doctor Strange. There are the ‘good’ aliens: Other Peter, Gamora, Drax, Mantis, the talking raccoon, and the talking tree. And then there’s King T’Challa and Princess Shuri and a bunch of the Dora Milaje who are watching the chaos and trying not to look entertained. “How many pizzas are we going to need?”

Peter is pretty sure that a few of them could eat a pizza or two on their own. “We have twenty. Do we want leftovers?”

“Yes,” Shuri pipes up. 

“So...thirty?” 

Other Peter is talking about how he hasn’t had real pizza in twenty years. Apparently they don’t have it in space. Poor aliens-they’re really missing out. 

“Better make it forty.” Tony jots this down. “You never know when pizza is going to come in handy.” He raises his voice so he can be heard above the general clamor of introductions and half joking arguments. “What does everyone want for toppings?” 

There’s no (definable) response: either no one hears him or no one cares.

Tony gestures towards the fray. “Do some mingling, Spiderling. Introduce yourself while you’re at it.” Of course. Because Peter’s only here to be the errand boy. He had to fight hard to even let Tony allow him to go to space. He hates to see all that effort go to waste now. 

Okay Peter, he thinks as he approaches the first knot of people: Captain America, Dr. Banner, War Machine, and Black Widow. Be cool. Still, his voice squeaks a little bit when he says “Mr. Stark wants to know what toppings you want on your pizza.” 

Dr Banner raises his eyebrows. “When Tony said he hired a kid I didn’t realize he actually meant-”

“I’m going to be eighteen in October.” But he’s used to the jabs about his age-another reason why he’s glad he’s not an actual Avenger. The jokes would be unbearable. 

Black Widow rolls her eyes. “He’s a good fighter. And we need all the help we can get.” He feels himself stand a little bit straighter, buoyed by sudden praise. “Black olives.” 

“Half cheese, half pepperoni and sausage.” Dr. Banner shakes his hand. “Nice to meet you-”

“Peter. I’m Peter. It’s good to see you, Dr. Banner. Although I’m glad you’re not a giant green rage monster.” 

He laughs. “Call me Bruce. And I’m glad too, Peter.” 

Captain America wants all sausage. “How’s Queens?” 

“It’s...Queens.” He’s tempted to ask how is life being a wanted fugitive but he worries Cap might take that the wrong way and he would rather not have an Avenger pissed off at him, especially Captain America. 

“I’ll take meat lover’s if they have it,” Colonel Rhodes says. “Tony should know that.��� They nod at each other. Peter has been interning at the Avengers base for Tony the last couple of summers, so they see each other pretty often. It’s nice to see another familiar face, in the middle of all these super people. 

He writes all of this down and says his goodbyes before he moves onto the next group: Thor and the aliens. “Do you guys want pizza?” 

Thor nods very seriously. “I would like all the toppings on my pizza.” 

The raccoon swears. “You can’t be serious. That’s disgusting.” 

Gamora rolls her eyes. “Leave him alone, Rocket.” She turns to look at Peter and he realizes offhandedly that she’s kind of hot, green skin and all. “Pepperoni and black olives.” 

Other Peter looks like a little kid at Christmas. “Half pepperoni, half canadian bacon. That’s what I always used to get when I was a kid.” He looks at Peter in confusion. “Aren’t you kind of young to be an Avenger?”

“Yeah. I’m not, actually. Technically. I got an offer, but I turned it down. I’m a friend of Mr. Stark’s.” He gets the feeling they’ve already stopped listening. 

“I hear you’re going to space with us,” the talking raccoon says. “How long can you hold your breath?”

Other Peter steps on his foot. “Rocket, be nice.” 

“It’s a fair question-”

“Just order your pizza toppings.”

“Pineapple.”

“That’s gross, no one gets pineapple on their pizza-”

The raccoon responds with a series of words that Peter is pretty sure he’s not allowed to repeat, so he moves on to the other three aliens instead. 

“What is this ‘pizza’?” Drax says, looking like he wants to break Peter’s spine. Or maybe that’s just his normal expression. 

Peter is just panicking over how to explain pizza to an alien when Mantis says “It’s like...a pie, except instead of chocolate and whipped cream it’s sauce and toppings.”

Drax still looks confused but Other Peter seems to realize what’s going on so he says “Just order a couple cheeses and a couple pepperonis. We’ll figure it out.”

Peter goes to the talking tree next, who’s playing Angry Birds on a cell phone that looks like it saw its heyday ten years ago. “I am Groot,” he says, without looking up. 

“Hi Groot. I’m Peter. Do you want-”

“I am Groot,” the tree says a little louder in a tone that Peter knows well: shut up I’m trying to concentrate. 

In the spot next to Groot’s name Peter writes I am Groot. Tony can figure that out. 

Falcon and the Winter Soldier are arm wrestling and they don’t look happy to see Peter. They both place insanely complicated orders: one eighth black olives (“No wait,” White Wolf says, “make them green”), pineapple, canadian bacon, sausage, buffalo if they have it, and then Falcon orders a dessert pizza. 

“What’s that?” Peter asks. 

Falcon narrows his eyes. “You don’t know what a dessert pizza is? You haven’t lived.” 

He writes that down too, with two question marks after it. Maybe it’s an Avengers thing. Maybe there are team perks that he doesn’t know about. 

He accidentally walks in on Scarlet Witch and Vision making out in a side hallway so he backs away slowly and doesn’t write anything down for them. He’s going to have to watch a lot of b-99 to get that image out of his head. Not that he’s against it or doesn’t ship it or whatever but...he was not prepared. 

Hawkeye is talking with the royals. He barely even notices Peter when he says “Canadian bacon.” 

The King is a little bit nicer. “I would like pepperoni and antelope meat, if possible. And order several more for the Dora Milaje if you could. They would like some but are too polite to say so.” 

He scribbles that down. “Thank you for letting us stay at your palace, your highness. It’s...nice.” Which is the understatement of the century, but words aren’t his strong suit. 

Shuri doesn’t look up from her tablet. “I’d like what my brother has.” She smiles at him. “I’m almost finished with the new updates to your suit.”

“Oh...um, you didn’t have to-”

“All of your tech is horribly outdated. Maybe in your country it helps you, but it won’t here. I took in the effect that zero gravity might have on it and I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.” She grins at him and he can’t help grinning back even though he still isn’t quite sure how she accessed his suit when it’s hanging up in the closet in the guest room. He’s lucky; some people had to share. 

He comes back to Tony with the finished list, exhausted. Tony finishes the phone call; from what Peter can hear of the other end, the pizza worker sounds vaguely terrified. 

Tony raises his eyebrows as he scans the list. “What’s a dessert pizza?”

Peter shrugs. “I guess we’ll find out.” 

With the Avengers, there’s never a dull moment. 

So I played with the timeline a little bit so I could get all of them in Wakanda-hope it’s enjoyable anyway lol. 

#fic #avengers #infinity war speculation