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[childoftherock]

long time no art! have these guys in wildly different styles

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[halfrican-heat]

Upstanding Gentleman (Ony)

Onyankopon was raised in a strict Ghanian household. He was pretty strait-laced...until he met you, of course. Still, Ony has many tricks up his sleeve that never fail to surprise you.

A/N: Yes, I'm high. Hello. So, this is the second Ony post I've had lingering in the back of my mind. It's in head cannon format but I think this could be something. Enjoy!

Warning(s): Explicit Sexual Content; Depictions of smoking marijuana; Penetrative Sex (p in v), Oral Sex (M receiving), Sex in childhood home, Black reader in mind, N-Word used; AAVE/Dialogue with Dialect

Pairing: Sober!Onyankopon x Stoner!Reader

Inspired by: Lauryn Hill and my bf :)

Sober!Ony was raised by a single mother who kept him in line. No drugs, no alcohol and he definitely had a curfew.

Straight A student and graduated the top of his class in high school

Spent majority of his childhood playing video games and taking apart old computers his mother would bring home from her teaching job.

Played basketball and practiced frequently with his friends

Loved taking photos and drawing

Only smoked weed once when he was seventeen and felt guilty about it for a week before he told his mom. (She smacked his head but wasn't that mad)

Never had a thing for drinking. His mom let him have some wine during his graduation dinner. His uncle, later that evening, gave him some liquor. Ony wasn't a fan.

Sober!Ony who went to college in a different state-- hours away from his mother.

He chose to go to a school pretty far away from home to study photography. He loved his mom but he felt like he needed a firm separation from his home life and college life.

That's where he met you. This sweet little thing from a town he had never heard of. So cute...

...and yet you smelled like trouble. Ony's suspicions were confirmed when you offered him a blunt in your car one night. Y'all had been talking for a minute at that point but you never gave off stoner vibes.

Ony declined but didn't mind hanging out as long as you rolled the windows down.

Turns out, you were a huge stoner. Bongs, smoking pieces, a stash larger than some of the ones he had seen back home. You weren't a plug, not really, you just really loved weed. You were super smart, too. Ony had known people like you from back home-- motivated stoners who smoked frequently but it didn't impede them getting shit done. You were like that and Ony really liked that about you.

Ony wasn't sure how to proceed at first but...one thing was sure: You had a hold on Onyankopon that he just couldn't deny.

Sober!Ony who, four years into your relationship, isn't super sober anymore.

"Mama, let me get one of them fruity drinks out the fridge." "They got alcohol in 'em Ony," You call from the kitchen. "I ain't ask you all that. They taste alright-- I feel like a classy nigga drinking them." "Okay, Classy Nigga," You say, bringing him one. "Mister Classy Nigga to you," He says, with a wide grin. "Pinkies out, baby."

Sober!Ony who branched out after meeting you but didn't partake as frequently as you did.

"Let me get a hit, baby." "Nigga, you don't smoke!" Ony kisses his teeth, side-eyeing you. "Then do that shit where you kiss me and blow the smoke in my mouth." You laugh loudly, throwing your head back at his nerve. "Okay, baby," You say, sparking up. Afterwards "Shit, where my inhaler at?"

Sober!Ony who made a great impression on your parents. Perhaps too great.

Your dad loves him, speaking highly of him every time your boyfriend comes up in conversation. "That Ony is a fine, upstanding gentleman," Your dad alway says. Little does he know... "What's that, ma?" His voice is husky in your ear as he thrusts into you roughly. His hand is over your mouth as your childhood mattress squeaks under your weight. Ony has you bent over, his pace punishing as he fucks you from behind. Tears streak your face as you helplessly claw at your sheets "Better be quiet," Ony drawls. "Don't want your folks to hear us, right? Or they gonna know what a slut you are for this upstanding gentleman."

Sober!Ony who loves the way you give head while high.

After many extensive and deep discussions about consent, Ony finally lets you give him head. At first, he was chilling. But then... "Shit, baby! Fuck," He groans, his head falling back. "Slow down, ma." You got his cum on your cheek from the first time he came but you don't care. You don't let up, taking his length down your throat. You suck the entire way down, slurping as you pull back to swirl your tongue around his leaking tip. Your tongue runs along the vein underneath his shaft before taking him back in your mouth, hollowing you cheeks as you slurp him down. "Fuck," He hisses, throwing his arm over his face. You had that man's toes curling and all.

Sober!Ony who loves how sexy you are at any given time of any given day but especially loves when you're feeling yourself while off the za.

Now the skies could fall...not even if my boss should call... Your hips sway seductively to the music as you take a pull from the blunt, in your own world. Lauryn Hill blasts from the radio as your lights change colors in a slow fade. Ony stands at the door of your shared bedroom, watching you sing and dance. You turn slowly, finally noticing him. You wordlessly hold out a hand to him with your body still moving to the music. See I don't need the alcohol...your love make me feel 10 feet tall... He takes your hand, pulling your body close to his. His hands trail your body, finding your ass as the two of you grind on one another. Yeah, Ony is gonna take his time with you tonight.

Sober!Ony who loves you as much as you love him despite your differences.

"Papa, you seen my bong?" "Judie?" "No, the other one." "She in the kitchen cabinet, baby."

"Ma, you seen my screwdriver?" "The fuck you doing drinking those?" "Bae...the tool. My tool." "Oh, it's on the counter by the microwave." a moment later "Onyankopon, what the fuck did you do to my damn radio!"

Overall, Sober!Ony who has changed a lot since the two of you got together. As long as you don't give him any cause for concern, he's happy to let you do as you please (and partake when he feels like it). You level each other up in ways no one expected. You're his lady and Ony doesn't want any one else but you.

"C'mere, my lil pothead," He says, cuddling up to you in bed. "Shut up, nigga." "Watch your mouth. Now lemme rub my legs against yours..."

A/N: I had fun with this. Asks are open!

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[ranposgirlboss]

happy 11 followers!! can i have a scenario where in the DOA there’s the reader making fucking tiktoks of the DOA, and the police are frustrated as hell cause they can’t track you down 😭😭

ABSOLUTELY.

i made this from the pov of the officers >:)

grammatically correct shit post

genre: silly, platonic yall are just besties <33

"Officer, they posted another one!"

The collective shuffling of papers was heard as everyone rushed toward the original announcer's destination.

"Where?! What is it?!"

They all gathered around, trying to see the computer the guy was sitting at.

nearly drowning sigma with nikolai challenge!! (gone wrong) (no sigmas were harmed in the making of this video)

"....what does this mean?" Asked one of the older officers.

"DOES THAT MATTER?! TRY TO TRACK THEM DOWN RIGHT NOW!!" Yelled the commander and the other officers got to work.

And yet, every time they tried to get the IP, Fyodor's mouse-like symbol appeared.

"Sir-"

"TRY ANOTHER VIDEO!!"

The man sighed and clicked on another.

me, nikolai and sigma question fyodors life decisions and almost get murdered!!

The officer watched a bit, hoping for some clues this time, but all he saw was this supposed "Nikolai" and the person holding the camera, yelling... some statement he couldn't remember, before running away giggling. The third person with two different hair colors was screaming in terror.

Ok, that's kinda funny.

However, before he could try to get information, he felt heavy breathing on his neck.

"Jared. Did you just laugh at one of their videos?"

"N-no sir-"

"You're fired, Jared. You don't understand how LONG I've been trying to get those FOOLS. You can't just laugh when we could be SO CLOSE TO FINALLY DISCOVERING WHO THESE PEOPLE ARE."

Jared's mouth was agape, but he knew there was no correct response to this. Maybe he could work at a car dealership or something.

He packed his things and walked out of there, finished with the frustrated screams of his co-workers in anger.

He was gonna get that job at Toyota.

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[extremelyblackandwhite]

pairing: dad!bucky barnes x au pair!reader

warnings: age gap (reader is 10 years younger than bucky), smut (18+, dni if under 18)

author’s note: i got given a vinyl of go your own way/silver springs last week by my mum that she bought when she was younger, so i've been playing it time and time again and it bled onto this chapter.

masterlist

i know i could've loved you but you would not let me.

Bucky knew Y/N was upset. That's all he knew. He knew she'd come from her date and ever since she'd been quiet as a mouse and that was something considering Y/N gave her opinion anytime the opportunity presented itself. He'd even change the order her mugs in, to see if she would say something, instead she just grabbed a mug and went upstairs to her room whenever he was home to watch Sadie. If he was looking after Sadie, then Y/N would not be found for long stretches of time, instead looked into her bedroom with note and after note typing aggressively - a routine which made Bucky thankful he'd never pursued a PhD or anything other than a bachelors. He'd started to leave little snacks around her room whenever she went out, a pack of Oreos stashed in her nightstand, dehydrated mango slices from the brand she liked on top of her computer, little pots of coconut yoghurt. He knew she was always in that bedroom and he also knew she wouldn't come out no matter if it was breakfast, lunch or dinner.

He was sure there was only one person to blame - Christopher. Sure, Y/N and Bucky fought about it before she went on her date, they always did, but it never resulted in her becoming a hermit, locked in her room. As such, Chris was now enemy number one and Bucky was sure if HR discovered, he would get in trouble. He wasn't making the kid's life too hard, he was just making him work nights and overtimes and weekends. He'd also sent Chris on a coffee run. Yet Y/N continued in her little cocoon of sadness and tonight was no difference. Bucky had ordered Italian in and ended up the evening watching Beauty and the Beast with Sadie. The redhead had fallen asleep at the midpoint and as Bucky was ready to call it a night, he heard the soft steps of Y/N's coming down the stairs, holding a stack of plates and mugs. She was in her little white vintage chenille robe embroidered with blue and pink flowers, her hair up with a way too big claw clip and white fuzzy socks. If Bucky wasn't worried about her, he'd be wondering about what was under her robe.

      - You want some Italian? - Bucky got up to follow her from the kitchen. - I got some of that weird spinach pasta you like. Extra mozzarella balls just as you like.

      - No. - she placed the plates in the sink, starting to wash them with the cranberry dish soap that she always bought the moment the first autumn leaf fell.

      - You didn't come up of your little cocoon today. You know, the cleaning maid is wondering if I'm cutting your pay since you're keeping one bedroom and one bathroom hostage.

      - I can move to the guest bedroom. - she moved to grab a plate but the slippery porcelain slipped, crashing into a thousand bits to the ground. She sighed, her lip quivering and almost as if by seconds, she started crying.

Y/N went down to her knees, grabbing at the pieces of porcelain and shards, as if pushing them together would bring it back.

      - Y/N, shit, darling ... - he went back to his knees to put his hands on her arms to pull her up. - It's ok, don't pick them up, you'll get hurt.

      - I'm sorry. - she sniffled, her hands attempting to go and rub her eyes but Bucky stopped them in case she had little shards of porcelain stuck to her palms. - I'll clean it up, I promise.

      - It's fine. - Bucky kicked the big shards away. - What's wrong, Y/N? Is it Chris? Did he hurt you?

      - I'm gonna fail my viva. - she sniffled once more. - And I'm gonna have to go back to Ohio and I'm not made to live in Ohio.

      - Why would you go back to Ohio?

      - My parents bought a farm there after retiring. I am not Ohio farm material, Bucky. I'm afraid of horses.

      - Why would you even fail your viva? You're a smart woman, you're at a good university, you are okay. - Bucky wrapped his arms around her. - Probably not for long if you keep not eating. Go seat and I'll get you your disgusting pasta.

      - It is not disgusting. - Y/N rolled her eyes before making her way to the table. - Buck? Can I become your secretary if I fail my viva?

      - No. Your skirts aren't as short as I'd like. - he joked, bringing her pasta in a plate and pushing it towards her. - You're too fucking smart to be my secretary, if you were in my company you'd be CEO or something.

      - I worked my entire life for this. - she toyed around with her food, looking up with eyes still wet. - You know? I didn't come from legacy families or families who could actually afford to send me to college, I worked my ass off because I thought if I did I'd get somewhere. I'd be someone, I wouldn't have to count my pennies, I would be respected. Instead, everyone thinks I'm a joke on track to become your unfuckable housewife.

      - Now c'mon, if you do become my housewife, I would fuck you at least once a night. - he joked trying to lighten the mood but Y/N merely deadpanned at him. - Twice actually. You have a nice ass.

      - Not helping.

      - Because you're being ridiculous. You wanna know the reason I hired you? You had zero experience but you were smart and you were fiery and independent and I wanted my daughter to be like that.

      - You're just saying that because you're tired of bathing, Sadie.

      - I'm saying that because you're a great student and you're a smart woman. Besides, if they fail you, we'll just have to bribe the university. We'll donate a building for you.

      - You're not funny. - she swallowed in a giggle before taking the first forkful of pasta.

      - No, really, we'll get you a building. - he moved to seat next to her. - Maybe an astronomy one.

      - How swell.

      - I mean, maybe an astronomy building will be too much. Maybe a farming one.

      - God, I'm never telling you anything ever again. - she took another forkful of food. Bucky was glad he'd distracted her enough where she was eating, genuinely eating. - How's Sadie?

      - Sadie is doing well. She's supposed to go back to kindie next week but I was taking of taking her to the office for a bit. You know? I don't trust the roudy kids.

      - It's a private kindergarten. The senator's grandchild goes there, Bucky. I doubt they have their own fight club.

      - Have you ever seen a bunch of 2 year olds? They're terrifying and Sadie is a sensitive baby.

      - So you'll take her to a corporate office?

      - It's gonna be her company one day. Start them young. - he joked once more. - You want some ice cream? I tried to look for one that would be suitable for 2 year olds but then I came home and goggle it and they said I should blend frozen bananas instead.

Truth was, he'd bought a bunch of flavours thinking one would be Y/N's favourite and would entice her to eat something. That had ended up with him holding over 10 flavours of ice cream in his freezer. He came back with a selection of flavours he thought he wanted in a nice little dish. Y/N always liked nice little dishes.

      - Maybe I just don't belong, you know? - Y/N sighed. - In academic research. Most people come from well off families or are really smart, I'm just ...

      - You're just you. - Bucky said, leaning his chin on his hand to stare at her.

      - Yeah. I'm just me. Plain, old, me. Daughter of working class parents, me. Mediocre grade at masters, me. - she sighed once more, looking at the melting ice cream. - I can't even keep a relationship from falling apart.

      - Chris broke up with you?

      - I am not dating Chris so he can't technically break up with me. Besides, it wasn't like it would actually work.

      - I'm sorry.

      - No, you're not. - she looked at him, cocking her head to the side. - You'll probably be dancing in the grave of my situationship.

      - I don't dance, Y/N. I'm a respectable man. - he once again tried to make light of the situation. - What happened?

      - Guess I'm not suitable or good enough or don't do enough. One of the three. Whatever. - she chuckled dryly. - It was nice to have someone like me even if the me they liked was someone I'm not.

      - You act as if other people don't like you.

      - It's not that they don't like me but they also don't like me. You know what I mean? They put up with me, they are alright with me, they are cordial but they don't like me. They don't tolerate me.

      - I like you. - those words flew out of his lips like it was the most natural thing for him to say. As if he were stating an irrefutable fact like the sky looks blue or the Earth is round. - I like you. Just the way you are.

Y/N's lips parted as she waited for something to compliment the sentence. I like you just the way you are but less difficult, I like you just the way you are but prettier, I like you just the way you are but less argumentative, I like you just the way you are but as a friend. Yet those words never came and she found herself instead staring at the man in front of her, staring into those blue eyes like some sailor drawn to the sea.

      - Daddy? - Bucky recognised his daughter's voice. Bad timing, bad, bad timing.

      - Hey bug. - Y/N got up from her chair and walked up to the 2 year old, kneeling down to her level. - Are you alright?

      - Nightmare.

      - Aw that's awful, bug. I'll go and tuck you in and stay there while you fall asleep. Sounds good?

(...)

      - I'm telling you, Steve. I fucked up.

      - When you said we needed to have an urgent meeting, I didn't think this would be it.

Bucky had called Steve in London, the meeting screen showing Steve in his office. Yet, instead of one of their regular meetings to check with the state of the London office, it was Bucky talking to Steve. He'd fucked up, he'd fucked up badly and he'd only realise he'd fucked up once he woke up this morning and Y/N had left, leaving a note merely saying she had gone down to Ohio to be with her parents for a bit.

      - You just said you liked her, so what? At least you didn't tell her you loved her. It could have been interpreted differently.

      - You don't understand, Steve. I told her I liked her just the way she is.

      - Alright, Mark Darcy, pipe down. Have you considered that maybe, just maybe, Y/N wants to go see her parents because she hasn't seen them in ages? Maybe because she's upset and wants to be with her mum and dad?

      - I'm telling you, she's gonna quit.

      - She's not gonna quit, Barnes. She likes Sadie too much, besides, isn't she with Chris Davis anyway? - Steve leaned against his chair, staring at Bucky through his screen. - Just relax.

(...)

A week had gone by and Y/N woke up with the sun shinning on her face. Being here was different than being in New York, it was quieter, calmer and all the sounds she could hear were the wind and the animals allowed close enough to the main house. This wasn't her childhood home, her parents had bought it yet it was comfortable. The furniture was the same and the feeling of her home was still available, it made her calm. Things were ... too much right now and she needed to be away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

She moved herself to the kitchen, pouring herself a cup of tea and seating on the wooden chair with her feet on top of the seat. Her mother walked into the kitchen a few moments later, kissing the top of her head before sitting down next to her daughter.

      - Do you want me to make you some eggs, shortcake?

      - I'm okay, mum. - she smiled at her mother. - Where's dad?

      - I sent him out to get some groceries. I wanted to talk to you alone.

      - That's never good.

      - Shortcake, I love having you here. You're my only daughter and I love it when you come to visit but it feels like you're running away.

      - I'm not running away, mum. I just came to visit.

      - When you're 3 days away from defending your thesis? In the middle of the night? I've known you for 27 years, shortcake. You're not visiting, you're running.

      - I'm failing. - she sighed, with a scared laugh. - I've looked through my papers time and time again and in 3 days I'll make a fool of myself.

      - Y/N, c'mon. - her mother put her hand on her shoulder. - You said that about your undergraduate and your masters. You've never actually came to me and told me something is going well academically.

      - This is different. I've invested almost four years of my life into this and I'm just so tired. The thought of failing is just ... terrifying.

      - You've always doubted yourself, always put so much weight onto your own shoulders. You don't need to be the best, Y/N. You don't need to impress us or make us proud, we've been proud and impressed by you since the moment you were born. Running away here is not gonna solve how you feel and you, Y/N, have never been a quitter. - her mother caressed her face, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. - You gave it your best, that's all you can do.

      - There's more. - since she was airing out things, maybe she should talk about this. It wasn't like she could talk to her friends, she didn't have many and she couldn't talk to her colleagues about it either. - There's this guy.

      - Christopher?

      - Not Christopher. Another guy ... He told me he liked me and it just ... it freaked me out.

      - Do you like him?

      - I ... I don't actually know. I, I never really allowed myself to think of him like that. He's different.

      - How different?

      - I never considered ending up with someone like him, you know? He's not what I'd envision ever but he feels, he feels like the only person who seems me. He seems me not postdoctoral student Y/N, not who I may be if I succeed or if I fail. Just me.

      - Then what is the problem?

      - I think he also doesn't consider himself ending up with someone like me. I think .... I think I could love him but he would never let me because I'm not the ending that he pictured. I'm just not the one.

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[ohtobeleah]

I’m not prepared to see how things transpire when Fe and Rooster go back to work. Especially if Jaidyn is gonna be there.

But you're gonna have to deal with it bestie. Because it’s gonna have to happen sooner or later. And we know shits gonna blow up. As always though here’s the Terms of Endearment Masterlist.

Warnings: Mentions of domestic violence.

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SunnySide daycare centre was a diamond in disguise. At first when you had been looking for a place to enrol Odette into when you realised you were going to be sticking around longer than intended it hadnt even fallen onto the short list of daycares you were reading into. It had been with Penny Benjamin's recommendation that you actually decided to go forward with the application process. A good friend of Penny’s had worked there ever since she could remember.  

“Tooster!” Dot giggled and squealed as Braldey held her up over his head, roaring like what he thought a dinosaur would sound like. Whatever sound left his ajar mouth was definitely not a dinosaur sound, but it made you laugh nevertheless. “Tooster! Dop! Dop!” Dot tried to plead with Rooster through her bout of giggles. 

“Hi Miss Y/L/N, just dropping Odette off are we?” One of the ladies at the reception desk asked as Bradley placed her down on the counter, letting her back lean against his shoulder as one of her purple backpack staples nearly cut his circulation off. 

“Yes please, and I also wanted to speak to someone about confirming the list of people permitted to drop off and pick up?” It was your first day back at work after the small Christmas and new year break you all got. The third of January saw SunnySide back up and running and in full swing again as most of its enrolled were military children. 

“Sure, not a problem at all Felix.” Bradley crooned his head your way to plant a gentle kiss against your temple, he could see the vein popping from a mile away. “Okay so i've got yourself listed as the primary caregiver and emergency contact, i've got a Jake Seresin listed too as a primary pick up and secondary emergency contact if we can't reach you and a Bradley Bradshaw was just recently added as a primary pick up and drop off and third emergency contact if yourself of Jake are not reachable.” The receptionist explained as she turned her head up from her computer screen to look at you. “Does that all sound good Fe?” 

“Yeah, all good.” You sighed out a breath of relief. “Um, I was also wondering if I could red flag someone?” Bradley knew it was hard for you to even ask, but you needed to make sure that Odette was going to be safe in the care of the child workers you trusted her to. He’d been the one to remind you that it was probably a good idea to get ahead of the game and expect Jaidyn to try something. “Dots dad has recently moved to town and I just want to make sure if he ever tries to collect her or comes to try and see her or something that someone will notify me?”

“Sure thing sugar, I just need a name and I can make sure that if that were to ever happen we’d notify you, but please remember unless someones been specifically nominated as a trusted adult, we wouldn't let just anyone claiming to be here for Dot pick her up Felix, She's safe here.” It was nice to be reassured. 

“Thankyou.” You smiled softly as you nuzzled your daughter, kissing her cheeks until she was smiling. Bradley had tried his best to do her hair this morning, you had to redo it but let him redeem his self esteem when he placed the purple bows against her pigtails. “Uh, his name is Jaidyn Dolan.” 

“Great, I'll make sure if he ever comes snooping around that you're informed immediately.” 

“Alright squirt, time to go.” Bradley roared again as he scooped Odette up, placing her down on the ground as he opened his arms wide for her to smoosh herself against him, encapsulating the almost three year old he’d give his life for. “You have a good day alright? and I want at least two new drawings, got some new picture frames to fill.” 

“You know you can't just keep using her for cheap artwork Bradshaw.” You were quick to laugh as you came to crouch beside him, Dot moving from his warm strong embrace to your loving, protective hug. “Love you Lieutenant Polkadot, see this afternoon baby.” 

“I'm gonna stockpile them so when she actually does grow up to become the next Picasso, i'll be making bank.” Rooster quipped as he stood with you, watching as one of the early childhood educators took Dot by the hand and walked her inside the daycare. “Come on Mamma, we better get to base.” 

You weren't going to lie, you were utterly terrified of what going back to work would bring. Nothing had changed really, but so much had also changed at the same time. Before the break, you and Bradley weren't exactly sure what the two of you were. Now? You’d gone ahead and made it official, Bradley Bradshaw was your boyfriend and you were his girlfriend.

God, you had a child, you were a fully grown woman and even just the idea of introducing Bradley as your boyfriend to anyone made you feel like a prepubescent adolescent. You asked if you could refer to him as your partner if anyone were to ask, Rooster said you could call him anything under the sun so long as he was yours and you were his. He didn't care that much for labels, he just wanted you and your daughter for the rest of his life. 

“If he comes near you Bradley I swear–” Holding the passenger side door of the Bronco open. 

“I can hold my own, don't you spend a second worrying about me Fe.” Penny had offered to lend you her car for a little bit while you looked on marketplace for anyone going for a good price. Jake was still waiting on his insurance claim to finish processing so he could cash in for a new Ford. You had politely accepted knowing Jake needed it more than you did. “Besides, I think the more important matter at hand here is making sure you remember to grab the keys to your new house before you leave this afternoon.” 

“True, true, still can't believe I actually got approved.”  As it turns out, one of the main reasons it had taken you so long to be approved for staff accommodation was that one of the admin workers knew of you and your beautiful daughter and wanted to find you something you could truly make a home. There was a new opening on the outskirts of the bass housing, a modest two story house with a garden and white picket fence. Three bedroom, two bathroom, two car garage. It had all the fixings and once you'd seen the letter and photos attached you couldn't contain your excitement. “I think Jakes almost a little too excited to see the back of me.” When you had told Jake that you'd been approved for your own place, he was beyond excited for you, told you that he was delighted to finally see that day, that he thought you were gonna be living rent free under his roof for eternity. 

Although he teased and pushed your buttons, never once did Jake insist eternity was a bad thing. He had sent Bradley a text soon after telling him to meet him at the hardware store that afternoon so they could split a pretty penny on a solid security system they could both remotely access. 

“He’s gonna remember just how quiet his home was before you showed up, trust me.” Bradley smirked as he started up the Bronco, strapping himself in and before he even thought about shifting into first gear–he made sure you were buckled in too. “You still wanna go look at furniture on the weekend?” 

“Absolutely, there's this lounge that is apparently stain proof at fantastic furniture I wanna have a look at.” You reached down for the catalogue you had thrown into your bag this morning, Bradley laughed when he quickly glanced over to see you had circled some items in red marker. “Wonder if I can get something that looks similar at the op shop.” 

“You dont wanna buy it new?” Bradley wasn't against second hand, he loved a good thrifted piece as much as the next guy. His favourite bomber jacket was actually found at an old overcrowded second hand store he went to once with a few buddies who were in search of some clothes of a themed Sunday Funday back in his TopGun days. But he thought if you were starting a fresh, new life, new house, new people around you who loved you for you, that you’d want some new furniture, owned just by you. No string or memories of any kind attached, owned by you and only you to create only the best of memories on and around. 

“Rooster, I don't think I’ve ever had a piece of furniture that's brand new.” You sighed. “I think the bunk bed I shared with my sisters was so old that every time something broke or snapped my brothers would just nail a piece of wood to the frame to keep it from falling apart on us in the middle of the night.” It was becoming abundantly clear that you and Bradley came from two very different backgrounds. “Roo—“ you reached over to place your hand on Roosters thigh. “My mum's bipolar, Frank? Well—he’s an alcoholic and an addict.” You explained with a solemn tone. “I did whatever I could to help raise my siblings and I wish to this day I could have done more than I did before they cut me out.” You never explained why you didn’t talk to your siblings anymore, Bradley had asked Jake one night over a few beers and the only explanation he gave was that you wanted a better life for yourself. “Everything I do, all the money I earn? Is so that Odette can have a better life, I wanna be able to give her everything because she’s a great little girl and she deserves a hell of a lot more than I’ve given her so far.” 

Rooster didn’t argue, he understood where you were coming from. Reaching up to grab the hand you’d placed on his thigh to bring it up to his lips, he pressed a gentle kiss to your palm. It made your heart do backflips the way Bradley didn't try and argue, didn't try and change your ways or your views. It made you feel loved for who you were–and there wasn't a single fibre of Bradley Bradsahw who wanted to change a single part of who you were. 

“So we make a day of it? I’ll rent a trailer and we can op shop the shit out of this house mamma.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~

The locker room was crowded with naval aviators returning to work after having been off for the last week or so. Bob Floyd was the first one to notice the new face amongst the sea of all too familiar faces he’d grown to know over the last year or so being stationed in North Island. 

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Jaidyn smeared as Bob found himself staring at the man he didn't know, turning his head sharply to anywhere else in the room but the man's line of sight when he’d been sprung. “Im just fucking with you man” Jaidyn smirked as he reached out to shake Bob’s hand. “Names Jaidyn, Zeus.” 

“For the love of god Bob don't touch him, I don't know where he’s been.” Jake hissed as he stepped in between the two aviators, puffing his chest and flaring his nostrils as he clenched his jaw. 

“Jake–” Jaidyn eyed off his former best friend like he’d seen someone come back from the dead. “It's good to see you bro, how's things? How's my missus?” Jaidyn was only beginning to test the waters to see how far he could push Jake Seresin in a public forum before he snapped. The locker room had never felt so silent before with so many people in it. “Heard she's been crashing at your place ever since she took off.” 

“Judging by the swelling under your right eye I trust Bradshaw already told you to stay clear away from her and we won't have any issues.” It was a nod to the bruised knuckles Rooster was still carrying the weight of after having busted his fist against Jaidyns face. “I wanna make one thing abundantly clear though–” Jake hissed through gritted teeth as he got up in Jaidyn’s face enough to have the slightly taller, brunette man stumble back a step or two. “You fucking go anywhere near her and I find out about it ill kill you, and thats a promise.” 

“What lies had she spun to you Seresin.” Jaidyn chuckled as Jake turned on his heels, heading back in the direction of his locker after having shook his head Bob's way, gesturing for the backseater not to go near him. “ I never took you for a bitch.” 

“Yeah well, I'd rather be known as a bitch than as the guy who beats up women.” Jake didn't even have to turn around to know Jaidyn had gone the darkest shade of red known to man. “Because I never took you as the kinda guy who would do that shit for fun.” There was something Jake's fellow aviators were missing in the confrontation going down in the locker room because in all the time they'd known Jake Seresin he had never once mentioned his former best friend or the girl he saw as a sister until you showed up at his front doorstep. “You damn near killed her and you know it.” It was what Jaidyn was smearing next that had Jake seeing red, that had him racing across the locker room at full speed, pushing past everyone and anyone who got in his way, just as you and Rooster were walking in hand in hand laughing at something stupidly corning he’d said just to make you smile. 

“Yeah well, it's damn near addicting when she makes such pretty noises.” 

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Bradley was off in an instant, leaving you at the threshold of the locker room as he raced over to break up the conflict unfolding. “ILL FUCKING KILL YOU YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” Jake had his hands on Jaidyn in three point five seconds, shoving his chest as hard as he could before he tried to throw a punch that would have knocked the slightly taller, brunette with the wicked and maniacal laugh out cold. 

“Jake!” Rooster stepped between the two men who were about to throw punches. “He's not worth it man, it's want he wants, don't give it to him.” On the way over, Rooster had passed the Admiral making his way over, it was only a matter of time.

“What the hell is going on?” Mickey asked as you stepped into the locker room looking all kinds of meek and to blame for the events transpiring. “Who the hell's this guy?” 

“Dots father–” Is all you said and suddenly all eyes are on you. The squad who had become like a family to you all looked at you as if you were suddenly so much shorter, so much more vulnerable and so much more broken than you really were. “Jaidyn is Odette's dad, he uh, he followed me here.” 

“Fe–” Phoenix was the first person to speak as you never took your eyes off Bradley as he tried his best to deescalate the situation. Throwing himself between Jake and Jaidyn like he didn't care for his own wellbeing, just those around him. 

“I'm fine Nix, really, I’ll uh–I'll be in the hangar if anyone needs me.” You held back tears as you faked a smile so painful it damn near pulled on all the strings in Phoenix's heart. “Fanboy please don't forget that the strap on your hemet still needs to be fixed before you go up today, come see me whenever you can, the new part I ordered came in over the break.” You thought maybe throwing yourself into your work would keep you sane enough to get through at least the first day back. But when you made eye contact with Jaidyn for a brief moment, the way he smiled at you like he knew he won made you want to throw up. 

“Neither of you two know what shes really like, shes got you fucking played boys.” Jaidyn scoffed as he broke himself away from Braldey and Jake who stood side by side, the rest of the team behind them looking over their respective shoulders. “We’re engaged, she loves me and it'll only be a matter of time before she comes crawling back, begging for forgiveness after she took our daughter and ran.” In retrospect, Rooster knew he he maybe shouldn’t have said it—but his words were escaping far too quickly for him to stop himself.

“You mean the same daughter who calls me daddy now while I tuck her into bed every night?” Bradley knew what his taunt would cost him, he was prepared to cop it too. Dot had never called him dad before and he surely never expected her to. But as Jaidyn swung a powerful right hook against Roosters cheek just as Admiral Beau and Pete Mitchell were stepping into the locker room to see what all the fuss had been about, it was worth it. 

“Lieutenant Dolan, my office now!” Admiral Beau shouted as he watched Rooster go down, Jake just barely caught his head before he cracked it on the side of the bench. There were a few seconds there where Bradley Bradshaw swore he could smell colours and hear shapes but it was so worth it as the taste of iron coated his taste buds. 

“Bradshaw you alright?’ Jake asked as he watched Bradley fight off unconsciousness, he could have sworn if this had been a cartoon he’d have stars flying around his head like in that one movie Dot was scared shitless of. Who Framed Roger Rabbit. He didn’t blame the two year old though, that ending kinda fucked him up too. “Rooster? You there.” 

“Oi be careful, he can actually throw a solid punch.” Bradley chuckled, showing Jake his blooded teeth as he sat up slowly. “Admiral Beau didn't seem too happy though, which is good.” 

“All you did was by yourself a little more time Rooster, I don't think this solves anything, if i'm being perfectly honest I think this might have made things worse.” Bob interrupted as he sat down next to Rooster on the ground with the locker room medical kit, assessing the damage. “Far out I don't know how your nose isn't broken.” 

“Where Fe?” It was his first question. “She didn't see, did she?” If there was only one thing Bradley Bradshaw was worried about it wasnt if his nose was broken or if he’d actually hit his head or not. It was if you’d seen him take a hit for a lie he told just to get Jaidyn to play his own game. You hadnt, you were half way back to your hanger by the time Rooster had hit the deck and Jaidyn was being escorted to the admirals office for disciplinary action. 

“Nah, she left before you turned yourself into a human punching bag.” Fanboy was the one who gave Rooster the answer he’d been hoping for. ”But hey, why do they call him Zeus for?” 

“Stands for Zero Effort Unless Supervised.” Jake replied as he stood with a groan, letting Bob take over as nurse's aid. “Im sure you’ll find out just how he got that callsign in the first place, hes a fucking terrible wingman.” 

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“Lifestyles——of the rich and the famous—.” You muttered along to yourself as you hung halfway into the engine bay of your latest victim. An old Tomcat that the admirals had asked you to bring back from the dead as a side job amongst all the services and everyday tasks you kept ahead of to make sure the Dagger Squad were as well oiled as they could be. “They’re always complaining—always complaining.” Good Charlotte’s The Young and the Hopeless album had been blasting through your speakers for about four or five songs now—filling the silence with the early two thousands music was enough to keep your mind on the task ahead instead of wandering off somewhere else. 

“Don’t change career paths Felix, you sound like a broken record.” Jake chuckled as he stood looking up at you from the ground below. You stood atop the ladder, looking down at Jake. “Can we talk for a minute?” 

“Only if you grab me a redbull from the mini?” You replied as you started making your way down. Being careful to take one ladder step at a time. Jake did as you asked and made his way over to where your mini fridge sat, filled with copious amounts of caffeinated beverages ranging from redbulls to massive cans of Bang energy. 

“Here.” Jake handed you your beverage of choice as he stole a five hour energy, he didn't need to ask, so he didn't. “So we found out who Zeus is gonna be flying with–” Jake wasn't even trying to beat around the bush as he took the five hour energy down the hatch. You had your mechanic suit undone and tied around your waist, leaving you exposed to your black stand issue T-shirt. 

“Don't say Bradley.” You groaned as you cracked open the can. Taking a sip as Jake looked at you as if he wished he wasn't about to say Roosters name. “Jake I swear–”

“Okay so I won't tell you Jaidyn is Roosters wingman now.” 

“Oh well you just did! Didnt you?” You sighed in defeat as you made your way over to the small lounges you’d thrifted for the workshop, more often than not the Daggers would spend their lunch breaks and down time in your hanger turned workshop. “God, that's not gonna go well.” 

“You’re telling me, Roosters already got a black eye and it's only day one.” Okay, Jake really had dropped the ball on that one. He knew you were going to find out sooner or later and he thought it was best if you found out sooner, but still, the way you looked at him like he’d just punched you in the face was not a good experience. “He’s fine, Bradshaw was just taking the piss and took a fist to the jaw, he's fine Y/n, lover boys still walkin and talkin.” Jake explained as he sat across from you in one of the old rocking chairs that needed new upholstery. “Thats not what I came here to talk to you about, fuck Rooster, hes fine.” 

“Jake–” 

“We wanna put some security cameras up in your new place.” 

“You wanna do what now?” Your eyes bugged out of your head a little as you choked on the carbonation of your red bull. “I feel like that's a little bit–”

“Necessary Y/n, it's necessary because I wanna keep you safe.” You didn't reply for a moment, you just sat across from Jake smirking as you mulled over your next statement. Sinking a little lower as you placed your legs up onto the coffee table that was covered in polaroid of you and respective members of the dagger squad– all slid underneath the glass slab. 

“You’re gonna miss me, admit it.” You chuckled, biting your bottom lip because you knew even if he wasn't going to admit it that you were right. Jake Seresin had gotten used to having you living in his spare room and he was in fact going to miss the chaos you so effortlessly brought back into his life. From the way you never replaced the toilet paper roll after a roll was finished to the way you would put a movie on full ball and still manage to fall asleep half way through. 

“Fuck off Fe.” Jake scoffed as he turned his head away from your eyeline. “I just think since you’re gonna be on your own a lot more often, if you had cameras, we could check in on you without physically having to check in on you.” 

“No common areas and I wanna know where every single fucking one is.” Pointing at Jake, you agreed to the cameras, understanding that it was probably a good idea even if you just had a few around the place. “And so help me god if you so much as stick your nose into my private life with bradley il–” 

“I don't wanna know what you and Bradshaw get up to behind closed doors.” Jake shivered at the thought. “I'm still scared from the display I walked in on at the dining table.” 

“Maybe nows not such a good time to tell you we fucked on your kitchen countertop too.” 

“You’re fucking gross you know that?”

“Eat me Seresin, I'm a grown up. I can do whatever and whoever the hell I want.” The two of you just sat there for a while listening to the same Good Charlotte album you would listen to when you were getting high together at the back of the yards. Jake's mum would kill him to this day if she knew her baby boy had been exposed to such a thing. 

“I don't care how old we get, you're still gonna be a little shit of a sister.” Jake broke the silence first as he leaned across, his elbows digging into his knees. “You’re a pain in the ass, but you're my pain in the ass and this shit you've got going on with Jaidyn is all of our problem alright?” Jake frowned as he watched you shrug like you didn't think you were worth the extra effort. “I think you should tell the rest of the guys how serious things really are so they can help too.” 

“I aint required reading Hangman.” You groaned as you let your head fall back against the chair. “But if we can drop the subject for now, i'll think about it, alright?” 

“Okay.” Was all Jake said as he pressed his lips together and nodded, standing as he came over the tussle with your hair. “I'll see you at home, don't forget to pick up your keys.” 

“Rooster already reminded me, but thanks.” You watched from the couch as Jake made his way out of the hangar. “Hey Jake?” You called out after him, watching as he paused in his tracks to turn his head back to where you sat. “I don't say it enough and I really should.” You cooed. “I love you.” Jake just smiled, he knew you did and he loved you back, so much. He’d known you his entire life and he still knew there was so much more to you than everyone saw. Perhaps Bradley would be the person to get to know you just a little better than Jake thought he did. 

“I love you too.” 

***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Talk out of your ass like that again and I'll be the one who smacks you upside the head you got it Bradshaw?” You growled as Bradley made his way over to you, dragging his feet along the bitchament from a long day. The side of his face knocked up and surely bruising. “Jake told me what you said.” Bradley had been avoiding coming past the hanger all day so you couldn't castrate him for being an idiot. 

“Hangman needs to learn to keep his mouth shut.” Dropping his bag, Bradley took you into an embrace he;d been wanting to give you all day, the smell of your shampoo always brought him solace. Kissing the top of your head a few times as he kept you close against his chest. Pressing your back into the side of the Bronco you had been waiting beside. “But I know, I know, I shouldn't have said it.” 

“You can't be doing that shit, he's dangerous and I don't wanna lose you.”

“Oh trust me mamma it’ll take alot more than a single right hook to take me down.” You loved the term of endearment Rooster had chosen for you. Mamma. It made you ache for his touch. 

“Really? Cause from the eye witness account Fanboy told me about when he came to pick up his helmet, apparently you hitting the deck like a sack of shit.” You taunted Rooster as he saw Jaidyn making his way over to his own car out of the corner of his eyes. Far too close to you than he was comfortable with. 

“Love makes a man do crazy things.” Rooster was serious when he tilted your chin to look at him. Holding your chin between his thumb and index. “I love you Y/n, and you don't have to say it back, but I do love you–so much baby.” So caught up in the way Bradley was looking at you like you hung all the stars in the night sky just for him and him alone, you hadnt even noticed Jaidyn near his car, parted only one space across from Roosters Bronco. 

“I love you too.” It was one of the first times you'd ever said that with genuine intent. You told Jake you loved him, but this was a different kind of love then the one you had for Jake. Jakes was unconditional sibling love. The love you felt for Bradley bradshaw you'd never experienced before. You really did love Bradley, so much it hurt. “Now how about we go check out my new crib huh? Ten bridge street is officially all mine.” 

“Ten Bridge street huh?” Jaidyn eaves dropped as he slammed his car room after having thrown his duffel into the back seat, leaning on the side of his car with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“I'm nine Bridge street honey, looks like we’re neighbours.”

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[dorkfruit]

i put this together using my computer's trackpad so the new year is already starting out . bad .

posts: J | F | M | A | M | J | J | A | S | O | N | D

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reflections on the year, my plans for the future, some studies i did, and wips for the next year all down below for those who are interested

tldr; we will be ianthing next year so watch out!!

oh dear lord it's been another year. 2024! can you believe it! i don't talk much on this blog because i have a tendency to talk too much, but it's my little new year's treat, so here we go.

RECAP

i started taking drawing "seriously" in December of 2020, starting to do studies and stuff, and each year since i've ramped it up more and more. this year, i did. a lot of studies. there's probably like at least 200 more in my folder now (not including the 300 days worth of gesture drawings i did), with things like painting, faces, feet, poses, etc. anything i was struggling with, i went right into studying it. my art has been mediocre for a pretty long time now, and it's only the past few months where i feel i'm starting to get the hang of it, which is exciting!

more importantly, i started posting a lot more on this blog. i really like documenting my progress, looking on where i was before and seeing how i've improved. everytime i draw some fanart, im like, oooghh i can't wait to show my (: followers (: !! lots of locked tomb art of course. i've been trying to nail the energy of the different characters, which is why i enjoy books so much, because you get a lot of creative control. drawing ianthe is my fav of course, cause she's my lil nasty, but also i enjoyed doing designs for characters i hadnt thought about before, like judith.

in addition to the locked tomb, we had some new fandoms that got brief moments in between iantheposting: Fear and Hunger, Postal, Faith The Unholy Trinity, and a couple of old ones too, like We Have Always Lived In The Castle and The Merciless.

i posted about 115 times this year, although most of those are shitposts LOL i love posting stuff on my blog and showing people my stuff <3

THE FUTURE

my plans? do more ianthe art, of course. ill be working on more studies, probably going to work on developing a style, and figuring out how to paint. i'd like to do more actually finished pieces, but let's be honest, it'll still be mostly shitpost doodles. i'd like to do more weird stuff. i've been messing around with some gore and NSFW near the end of the year, and it's fun to draw for me. i like idk art that evokes some type of emotion, especially discomfort, and so i find that type of art fun to do, so if you don't enjoy what i've done thus far in that direction, perhaps this isn't the blog for you. i really like horror media, and so i want to do some stuff like that too.

for specifics, i like western type art, a comic book-esque style i'd like to aim for. but i'd like it to be a little more. weird with it. i find comic books often draw all the characters the same, and make all the characters traditionally attractive, and that's boring to me so i'll have to work on finding a way to keep things weird, while also appealing in a graphic sense. the worst thing my art could be is bland and forgettable.

locked tomb wise... more tridentarii art. need to be really weird with it. i have lots of wips planned, like i have a whole page worth of just thumbnails, so i wanna get some of those done. also i had a few animatics i wanted to do. mostly stupid shit, once i learn how to do animatics, then we'll do actual serious ones. id also like to do more comics. i have some comics storyboarded out with my girlies, i like telling a story so, need practice on that. id also like to develop a way to consistently draw them, for convenience sakes, so i'm not fighting for my life every single time i draw these characters. oh and i wanna do some outfit stuff. i draw them in like. generic clothes everytime but i'd like to come up with a few actual outfit designs, that i can just reference back to. and, of course, more shitposts. lots of stupid shit in 2024 for sure. there was something else i wanted to say here but i can't remember.

ART

oki enough rambling, here's some IMAGES for yall to look at i know everyone loves to look at images.

began this year by warming up with gesture sketches (almost) every day. i started with 20 poses (30 seconds each), and then in november i was like. ugh my hands suck i need to get better at hands, so i switched to doing 10 hand sketches (60 seconds each). i want my art to be very energetic so it's important that i do these !!

anatomy studies of extremities because i'm flopping at those -_- ive gotten better with hands but they're still a struggle. i hate feet tho still

need to get my painting game up. i joined an art forum to get advice, and the biggest suggestion i got was working on my values, so i did various value studies. also lots of faces because my faces flop !!

random doodles to work on drawing from imagination. on my "sketchbook" pages, as i like to call them, i'm usually pretty loose and messy, since the point is just to be drawing so often these will suck, but that's fine. i don't think very much when i draw faces on here either so they end up being in my Instinctive Style i suppose you could say

ianthe wip. i was planning to do a few drawings based on the idea of her having Missing Arm nightmares, but the lineart was intimidating to me so i haven't worked on this one more yet /: also there was going to be a toontown gay homosexual toxic yuri comic that i was gonna put here with it but the page is way too long so umm guess that'll have to wait.

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anyways. thank you for reading if you got to the bottom of this! i appreciate all the support that i've been getting lately (extra big kissies for the same like 5 people who always reblog my posts youre the best). and we will be ianthing soo hard in 2024 so watch out!!

#and god bless. there is not a single background in any of these images. sketch on a white bg foreverz!! #my art #art meme #ianthe tridentarius #really got to tag her here bc . all this art is of her LOL

[aikoiya]

SV - Miguel O'Hara x Variant Wife Spiderwoman

A Spiderwoman Reader who was the Miguel variant's wife & mother to Gabriella. It took a long, long time & an exorbitant amount of groveling & swearing that he'll never let it happen ever again for her to forgive Miguel for the destruction of her world & the death of her daughter.

It's since been several years & they'd only just gotten back together & she'd moved in with him. Which means that their relationship is still fragile. Miguel has to live with the fact that it was his fault that her daughter, family, & entire world was gone.

S/O now despises lying when it comes to family, even in the case of surprises. Just say that you can't say or it'd ruin the surprise! She'd never really liked it before, but now she has very strict rules about it.

Believes that if Miguel hadn't lied about who he was & what happened to her husband, then maybe they could've caught onto what was happening before everything collapsed.

The stress of losing not just her daughter & real husband, but her entire family & world, plus her newfound deep dislike for lies, caused her Spider Sense to mutate to include a built-in lie detector, so now no one can lie to her. She's head of interrogation & has begun to study criminal psychology & Hellstromism. A.k.a. contact mind-reading or essentially reading a person's mind via their facial ticks & body language. Every small, unconscious movement has a reason & a meaning & Hellstromism helps her to understand what each minute twitch means. It's a bit of a magician's trick, but is extremely useful. If you've ever seen Now You See Me, its sequel, or any Ace Attorney game with Apollo Justice as a character, then you've likely got a good idea of the basic idea behind it. Though, these examples are a bit sensationalized.

Anyway, Miguel is determined to have her back. But then ATSV takes place…

—

When Miguel finally returned, it was to luggage. Confused dread settled like a stone into his stomach.

Y/N walked in with more suitcases.

"Corazon, what?"

Despite never even looking at him, the anger, disappointment, & sorrow was plain on her face. "Migue... Miguel... When I joined this society, I gave you a list of things I would not stand for…"

In an instant, ice filled his veins, knowing where she was going. "Mi vida, por favor. I-!"

She spun on him, angry tears in her eyes & began to yell at him. "At the top of that list was effing child endangerment! You nearly killed that boy! And it wasn't even his fault! All he did was react! All he ever did was the best he could to help people & save lives like any good Spider would & you treated him like a disease that needed to be eliminated! You blame him for what's happening, but you should be blaming his universe's Fisk & Doc Ock because the device was their creation! Their brainchild! Being in the wrong place at the wrong time was not his fault & you shouldn't take it out on him just because his universe was the one that might've been what started this mess that took my baby from me! He didn't ask for any of this Miguel!"

Miguel could only gape for a moment, greatly resembling a fish before his brain finally caught up with him.

"But the canon-"

"ENOUGH WITH THE CANON!! I think we have how the multiverse works all wrong! Think about it Miguel! When these glitches happen, they appear as literal glitches as if inside a computer. That isn't natural, it's synthetic! Shit only glitches in computers! So, either life is literally a simulation or something more is going on beyond simple canon divergence! And I've never bought into that existentialist bs! If that was all that was happening, then how is it that Peter B. & his Mary Jane are back together with a daughter when that was never supposed to happen?? Why has their universe not collapsed, but mine did?!"

Miguel's mouth opened to try & refute her words, but couldn't because she was right.

"I… I don't know…"

Y/N gives a heavy, tired, bonewary sigh. "I think that someone or something is doing this, Miguel. Like actively. I mean, the reactor in the kid's universe may have weakened the fabric of the multiverse, but I also think that something is out there taking advantage of that weakness, which results in these tears widening. Because simply diverging from "canon" shouldn't be enough to cause an entire universe to just... blip out of existence! That's how the multiverse exists to begin with! It should just create a new timeline like it always has! And if that's true, then we've been taking care of the symptoms when what we need to do is fix the source of the problems… And you can't tell me that you honestly think that you & Morales' friends are the first ones to have ever discovered multiversal travel when the entire point of the multiverse is infinite possibilities. There's also the fact that all the anomalies seem to only take place on Earths & always near a Spiderperson despite there being proof of aliens in damn near every universe! Why are there no alien Spidermen!? No universes without an Earth?! This suggests that whoever or whatever is doing this is somehow related to the Spiders or someone or something associated with them in some way. Possibly even targeting us specifically."

As the man absorbed this hypothesis, Y/N began to pick up her luggage & walk towards the door.

Miguel jerks towards her in dismay. "W-wait! Where are you going?!"

She gave him the most tired look he'd seen on her since she'd finally realized that her entire family was all gone & it hurt to realize that he'd been the direct cause of that weariness yet again…

"Listen... I understand why you did it. You just wanted to protect the multiverse. Never wanted what happened to Gabriella to happen again, but... that doesn't mean that how you went about it was right, Miguel. I'll help you to fix whatever is doing this, but I can't stay with you anymore, Miguel… I just… can't trust you…"

He already missed her calling him Migue.

One thing's for sure, he'll have to prove himself if he ever wants another chance.

---

I do eventually want things to work out between them & for them to eventually have a kid together (possibly a bunch), but I also want it to be a very, very long process.

One that doesn't just involve groveling & begging forgiveness as words are no longer enough for her. She needs actions.

In order for them to even begin to repair their relationship, Miguel would have to apologize to Miles for his actions & genuinely mean it as Spiderwife would know if he wasn't.

Which, I see Miguel having a lot of pride, so unless he was legit about it, he'd find it difficult to apologize to the kid to begin with.

---

I see Spiderwife as the sort to mom the heck outta the younger members of the Spider Society. Who, in turn, have given her the nickname Spidermom. Which she loves.

Maybe Variant Miguel's death was actually supposed to be her canon?

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[anonymouspuzzler]

Yay Yipee I Finally Remembered I Should Update Folks On Things That Are Happening

because hey whoops as some of you might remember Supposedly I Stream Sometimes! That Uhhhh Hasn't Happened In A While Has It! so I should probably let folks know what's goin' on!! the long and the short of it is

Around late November/early December I started having issues where Discord would crash and restart anytime I tried to screenshare my capture software with my friends who I stream with. This put console game streams (so 2/3 of the games we were streaming) on the backburner till I could troubleshoot and solve that issue

On top of that it was Fucking Finals Season for me at my Graduate School so at a certain point I had to be responsible and focus on getting my final projects & essays done, which meant sacrificing stream time till my break (where I would hopefully have time to troubleshoot and then do a ton of streaming to make up for lost time)

Except THEN literally the second I went home for the holidays my hard drive abruptly and completely died. It is very possible that this contributed to the aforementioned tech issues

I was able to replace the drive and get my computer working again but because I have a Fucking Curse a lot of tech-side things were lost or started experiencing issues due to the new drive, namely A) I haven't been able to get my capture software working yet and B) whoops my entire OBS layout is just gone now I guess

This whole saga, on top of juggling other life shit and work and the like, effectively ate up my entire winter break

so tl;dr! I have a computer curse and because of it streams are gonna have to wait till I can get both OBS and my capture software working again. I'm hoping to work on that this weekend so I can be back to streaming next week, but given my school & job workload I'm guessing it'll more likely be two or three weeks. On top of that, I won't be streaming most of March due to reason of "my partner is visiting then". all of this sucks cause I want to be streaming, both for reason of "i like spending time with my good friends doing this" and "haha whoops I'm not earning money now and oh boy there sure are a lot of expenses flying at my head like rocks huh".

I've already rambled a bit more than I'd like to now so here's da main points:

Streams will (HOPEFULLY) be back in February. When they are, they'll be Monday & Tuesday nights, 5:30pst/8:30est, for as long as my friends remain available at those times (we're all adults having to look for or maintain Day Jobs so availability could change. y'all know how it is). I may also do occasional one-off streams on weekends as my energy 'n schedule permits, most likely art streams

I'll continue to be around on Holly's streams Fri/Sat/Sun as her schedule permits, because I don't have to rebuild OBS from the ground up for that

There is a 99.99% chance I'll be totally absent stream-wise during March

Even though streams are facing The Troubles I am still taking art commissions! Those haven't been affected!! You can submit an interest form here and I'll reach out to confirm prices as soon as I'm ready to start work on yours

If, out of the kindness of your heart, you would like to toss some support my way during The Troubles (which would be much appreciated; as said I've got a lot of expenses coming my way and unfortunately my day job covers my rent and nothing more), here are some other ways you can do so: -- Tip me on Ko-Fi; if you pay $9 or more you can request a doodle that I'll do for you and post on here & twitter (and might stream the process of drawing once that's up and running again). Here's an example of some Ko-Fi doodles I did previously -- You can also tip through my stream page if you want but I probably won't see those till I start streaming again. Still appreciated!!! -- I have a Throne Wishlist that's mostly stuff like kitchenware, household goods, stuff for my kitty, etc. There's also a few Fun Things though, like vinyls and a billy big bass Jay insisted I add. Either way, if you wanna contribute to something on there it means a lot. You can also suggest items to make me laugh

an' above all: thank you for reading and for bein' around!!

#long post / #anonymous puzzler talks #sorry for the big ramble!! i just figured it was worth putting everything out there #you mighta heard bits and pieces of this on friends' streams slash twitter slash wherever #but i figured it was worth puttin' in one place #anyway if you read this far: i hope you're having a good day and if you're not i hope a good day comes your way!!!!! #edit: i forgot the link to the doodles!! silly me!!! that is in there now

[queen-of-the-avengers]

Iron Man 2: Part Three

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: canon violence and angst

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

x

After the press conference, you and Tony headed back to his house in Malibu. You need some space from Tony so you head down to his lab and sit in silence. Tony is dying and there is nothing you can do about it. You promised Howard you'd look after him but how can you when he won't accept it? Thinking about Howard brings you to Steve and how you wish he was here. Thinking about Steve brings you to Bucky and how much you'd give your life to have him here with you. It doesn't matter what you do, you can't ever escape his ghost.

How can you help Tony without knowing anything about science? You know nothing about Palladium or what could it be replaced with. Markus created the serum inside you. Even when he didn't have the Tesseract, he still made you a shapeshifter. You've met a lot of aliens in your day but you never asked to know about their genetic makeup—not even Carol. Bruce wanted your help with his creation of the Hulk but you really didn't know how to help except be there for moral support.

The thought of losing Tony brings back all those unpleasant memories of when you lose the people closest to you. Tony's impulsive and he's the only person who can make him see that what he's doing is dangerous and reckless.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Tony asks when he walks into the lab. In response, you hold up the blood toxicity device. There are no words to amount to how sad you are. "I wouldn't worry too much about it."

"Can't you be serious for one fucking second? Please?"

"Fine! I'm dying. People die, Y/N! You of all people should know that."

"Not you," you shake your head. "Not this young. The only reason you're dying is because of that thing in your chest."

"So, it's my fault we got captured in the first place? It's my fault for having deadly shrapnel in my heart?"

"No, Tony, it's not your fault. It's not your fault you're dying. What is your fault is having that thing in your chest and doing nothing about it. You're just accepting your end when you might have a chance to do something about it. I'm trying to think of a suitable replacement for Palladium, but you're not making it easy for me. It's not like I can go back in time to gather more information. It's like you're not even trying to become better. You're acting out because you think it's the end when it doesn't have to be."

"Look at what you are, Y/N. You're an alien with magical powers. If you don't have anything, what makes you think I do?"

"You remind me of me, Tony. I've been with you and your family for twenty years. I've seen you grow and learn from your mistakes faster than anyone. I may have defeated one person from making a huge mistake, but you've saved millions. If we put our heads together, we might have something. I need you to work with me on this."

"Give me one good reason I should."

"I'm the one that promised your dad that I'd protect you."

"Not good enough."

"In my entire life, I've lost seven people that were practically family. Hell, two of them were. I'm a thousand years old, Tony. Death is kind of in the job description. I bleed death and only seven have made an impact. Eight if you continue down this road. There will come a day when I lose you but it's not going to be now. Please don't make it now."

"What else am I supposed to do?" he sighs, throwing his hands up in frustration.

"For starters, you can keep drinking that disgusting shit Jarvis told you to drink. Then we go from there. Baby steps, but I need you to put in the effort."

"Jarvis, how many ounces a day of this shit am I supposed to drink?" Tony addresses his home system.

His entire computer network fires up and Jarvis is ready to help and to work. Since he's a computer, he came up with this concoction that counteracts the effects the palladium has on Tony.

"We are up to eighty ounces a day to counteract the symptoms, sir."

"Check palladium levels, please," you politely order.

"Blood toxicity is twenty-four percent. It appears that the continued use of the Iron Man suit is accelerating your condition. Another core has been depleted."

Tony plops down in his chair and you grab the small chest that's near his main computer. You open it to reveal five new cores just waiting to be replaced with the one in his chest. Tony lifts his shirt up and takes out the arc reactor. Out pops a rusted and slightly smoking core. It's not good to have this thing in his body, but it's going to take a lot more than you to change his mind. 

He's stubborn, just like his dad.

"God, they're running out quick."

"Yeah, because you keep using that fucking machine. You're not going to live forever, Tony. There will be a point where you'll run out of juice."

"It seems like you live forever."

"I'll die just like everyone else. It'll take a few thousand years before it happens, but it will."

"I have run simulations on every known element, and none can serve as a viable replacement for the palladium core," Jarvis informs.

You hand Tony a new core. It's silver and shiny but most importantly, it shows just how damaging it is to Tony when compared to the one that just came out. He replaces the old core with the new one and places the arc reactor in his chest.

"Jarvis, there has to be something. Even knowing where I'm from, you have to know something."

"Unfortunately not, Miss Y/N. He is running out of both time and options. Unfortunately, the device that's keeping him alive is also killing him."

All around the arc reactor are lines protruding from the device itself. It looks like a digital game of Tetris, but you know it's the poison from the element seeping into his bloodstream.

Pepper walks down the stairs to the lab without knowing what's going on inside of it.

"Miss Potts is approaching. I recommend that you inform her--"

"Mute," Tony cuts him off and the computer switches to the screensaver.

"Tony, you really have to tell her. What's going to happen when you're suddenly gone? She's going to start asking questions and I--"

"Is this a joke?" Pepper interrupts when she walks inside. "What are you thinking?"

"What is it?" you ask.

"What are you thinking?" she sniffles.

"Hey, I'm thinking I'm busy and you're angry about something. Do you have the sniffles? I don't want to get sick."

"Did you just donate our entire modern art collection to the..."

"...Boy Scouts of America?" Tony says it with her at the exact same time.

"You did what?" you ask in shock.

"Yes. It is a worthwhile organization. I didn't physically check the crates but basically, yes. Plus, it's not our collection, it's my collection. No offense," he shrugs.

"No, you know what? I think I'm actually entitled to say our collection considering the time that I put in, over ten years, curating that."

"It was a tax write-off. I needed that."

"Tony, stop," you whisper but he ignores you.

See, this is what you're talking about. He's dying and he feels like giving away all of his shit is better than actually dealing with his problems like a mature adult.

"You know, there's only about eight thousand and eleven things that I really need to talk to you about. The Expo is a gigantic waste of time," she coughs into her elbow.

"I need you to wear a surgical mask until you're feeling better. Is that okay?"

"That's rude," she sighs.

"Yeah, I agree with her," you cross your arms.

"There's nothing more important to me than the Expo. It's my primary point of concern. I don't know why you're--"

"The Expo is your ego gone crazy," you say for Pepper.

Tony's mind is clearly elsewhere because when he spots one of his Iron Man paintings, he picks it up and marvels at it.

"Wow. Look at that. That's modern art. That's going up," he grins and walks to the other side of the lab. You and Pepper make eye contact before following him like lost puppies. "I'm gonna put this up right now. This is vital."

"You've got to be kidding me," you groan.

"Stark Industries is in complete disarray. Do you understand that?" Pepper tries to put this in his thick head.

"No. Our stocks have never been higher."

"Yes, from a managerial standpoint--"

"Let's move to another subject," he shrugs.

He approaches one of his lab tables and climbs on top of it. On the wall next to him is a painting of a thick black line then been sold for millions. You can create something better than that in your sleep but you don't comment on it. He reaches for the painting and Pepper visibly freaks out.

"No, no, no, no. You are not taking down the Barnett Newman and hanging that up."

"I'm not taking it down. I'm just replacing it."

He takes it off the wall and replaces it with the Iron Man painting.

"Okay, fine. My point is, we have already awarded contracts to the wind farm people," Pepper changes the subject.

"Yeah. Don't say 'wind farm'. I'm already feeling gassy."

"Not to mention the plastic plantation tree, which was your idea by the way. Those people are on payroll..."

"Everything was my idea," he scoffs.

"...and you won't make a decision," she finishes even though he interrupted her mid-sentence.

"I don't care about the liberal agenda anymore. It's boring. Boring. I'm giving you a boring alert," he jumps off the desk and onto the floor. "You do it. Excellent idea. I just figured this out. You run the company."

"Yeah, I'm trying to run the company," she sighs.

"Well, stop trying to do it and do it."

"You won't give me the information..."

"I'm not asking you to try..."

"...in order to..."

"I'm asking you to physically do it. I need you to do it," Tony says louder than her to stop her from talking.

"I am trying to do it!"

"Pepper, you're not listening to me!"

"No, you aren't listening to me," she argues in frustration.

"I'm trying to make you CEO. Why won't you let me?" he asks calmly.

"Have you been drinking?" she asks after a moment of silence.

"No, that's just his personality," you scoff.

"I hereby irrevocably appoint you chairman and CEO of Stark Industries effective immediately. Yeah, done deal. Okay? I've actually given this a fair amount of thought, believe it or not."

One of the robots brings him a tray with a bottle of champagne and three glasses on it.

"I'm doing a bit of headhunting, so to speak, trying to figure out who a worthy successor would be. I realized it was you. It's always been you," he says sincerely.

Even though you're not romantically involved with Tony, you feel a ping in your heart at his words. It's always been you. It's always been you, Bucky. You have got to move on. The man is dead for God's sake, and it's been over seventy years. Pepper sits down in shock and confusion, and Tony pours the champagne into the three glasses.

"I thought there'd be a legal issue but I'm capable of appointing my successor. My successor being you." He hands both you and Pepper a drink but you can't seem to take a sip. "Congratulations? Take it, just take it."

"I don't know what to think," she finally says.

"Don't think, drink," he smiles and takes a sip of his own drink.

Will you ever find love like he has for her? Will you ever find love with someone who will last longer than eight years? Maybe if Carol never left, you'd still be with her. Would she still want you? Would you still want her? You haven't had true happiness since Bucky died. Will you ever find it again?

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[daydreamtofiction]

The Feature XVII // Benedict Cumberbatch x Reader

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Chapter Summary: You’re anxious to be reunited with Ben.

Chapter Word Count: 4K

Chapter Warnings: Morally-grey reader, strong language, panic attack and flashbacks. Readers must be 18+

A/N: If you have not yet seen The Power of the Dog, please be aware this chapter contains a spoiler.

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The world wasn't safer than I had thought; on the contrary, it was so dangerous that my practically naked self fit right in, like a car crash, it happened every day. Still, I had been waiting for this moment, and I marvelled at how organically it had arisen. I usually imagined poisoning myself or getting hit by a car. Someone official, a policeman or a nurse, would ask if there was anyone I wanted them to call. I would gasp his name-

"Lunch." 

You stopped typing and pinched the bridge of your nose between finger and thumb, taking in a deep inhale. 

"No thanks," you replied.

"It wasn't a question. Come on." 

You glared up from your computer screen to see Nick standing beside you, a hand resting on the back of your chair as he waited. Your fingertips were settled on the keyboard, as if the words were stuck in them, biding their time until they could be set free. 

"I don't want to eat," you said. "I just want to write. If I'm going to put this forward for an op-ed at the next meeting then I need to get it done." 

You had done nothing but write for sixteen days straight, as if words had become your food, your sleep, your sex, your conversation. You refused to admit to yourself that this newfound motivation had come from missing Ben. Instead you would tell yourself you were simply inspired, keen to breathe life into your thoughts, craft something beautiful from a topic others may find unsavoury. 

"Quinn, I could hear your stomach rumbling from across the bullpen," said Nick, reaching down and pressing 'save' on your piece, before switching off the computer screen. "Lunch." 

You huffed. "I need to make some new friends. You're starting to get on my nerves."

"You? Make new friends?" He laughed. "I'd pay to see you try."

You got up and slung your bag onto your shoulder, hooking your coat over your arm as you reluctantly followed him to the lift. 

"So where are we going?" you asked as the doors slid open on the ground floor. 

"I was thinking that new bistro down the street," he replied as you walked out of the building together. "I took my mum a few weeks ago and they do this amazing girasoli with like pine nuts and shit, it's so good." 

"Pine nuts and shit does sound good," you replied sarcastically.

The January cold made you suck the air in through your teeth, your entire body tensing as you quickly threw on your coat and hugged it tight around you. The streets were packed with people, dense crowds weaving in both directions, faces buried in phones, shoulders grazing as they passed one another. Nick was walking faster than you, making you huff and quicken your pace to keep up.   

"Do you ever just want to tell the world?" he asked.

"What?" 

"Like when you're walking down the street like this, do you ever feel the urge to scream out loud 'I'm dating a world famous celeb'?"

"I'm not dating him," you replied. "In fact, I might not be anything to him when he gets back."

"I thought he told you he missed you?"

"He did. But... you can miss something and still not want it back, can't you. I mean, I miss the Doc Martens I used to wear when I was in uni, even though they tore the shit out of my feet and I'd rather go barefoot than ever wear them again. I still miss them."

"Did you just compare yourself to a pair of old boots?"

"I've been writing nonstop, alright? Forgive me for being short on metaphors."

You crossed the road, moving within a large crowd of people, like two fish being swept along a strong current.

"You didn't answer my question," said Nick. "Do you ever just feel the urge to tell people?"  

"Of course I do. Actually I did tell someone once; some random girl in a coffee shop. I don't think she believed me though." 

He turned a corner onto another street and stopped at the first door, stepping into a restaurant you hadn't even noticed was there until now. Inside was small, all white tiles, wood grain and leafy plants, chalkboard menus on the walls and oversized lightbulbs with visible filaments. There were people in suits talking business over their food, influencers taking pictures of their plates before digging in. 

You were seated near the window, thanking the waitress for placing a jug of water on the table between you. It was only when you filled your glass that you realised your hands were shaking, hunger finally catching up with you. 

"So I read your Kiera Knightly interview," you said.

"Oh yeah? What did you think?" 

"Mhm, it was good. I almost felt bad for overshadowing it with mine." 

He chuckled as he took a sip of water, holding his middle finger up at you. 

You smiled. "How's your divine timing piece coming?" 

"Ugh, I don't think it is anymore. I've been fighting with Julia over it for weeks but she's not budging." 

You shook your head in disappointment. "You should just go over her head. Keep writing it and take it to Ellen Ford when it's finished." 

"No 'cause what if Ellen Ford tells me it's shit too?" 

He continued speaking but you zoned out as the smell of a chokingly strong cologne drifted past you. It was familiar, unsettling, like you'd breathed it in and now it was clogging up your lungs. You turned your head slightly, looking out the corner of your eye to the table behind you, struggling to see who was sitting at it when a sudden, bellowing laugh made it all too clear. 

"Oh fuck that's Dan Swain," Nick whispered.

You snapped your head forward, eyes plummeting to the table as you felt your heart beginning to race, limbs turning heavy and numb as you fought to keep your breathing steady. The man sitting behind you wasn't just your old boss with the obnoxious laugh, the guy who would call unnecessary meetings, who would get people's names wrong unless he found them attractive. He was the man who had cornered you in his hallway, who left unwanted kisses on your neck, bruises on your arm. He was the man who Ben got fired for you, who you hoped you would never have to see again. 

"Quinn, what's wrong?" 

Your eyes flitted up to Nick, and you watched as his face immediately changed; confusion morphing into concern within the time it took you to take two painful, shallow breaths. 

Tell me why you deserve it. Tell me what you've ever done in your life to deserve something besides opening your fucking legs for it.

You shook your head. "Can we go somewhere else please?" 

He glanced over at Dan, then back to you. "Are you okay?" 

Is that why you came here? Thought you could come and spread them for me, make this all go away? Well come on then, let's see how far it gets you.

"I can't- I need..." You pointed outside and stood up immediately, walking out of the restaurant without looking back. 

You kept walking, your feet carrying you further down the street until you finally stopped near the entrance of another building, bending down and resting on your haunches as you tried desperately to catch your breath, to swallow down the feeling of his hand beneath your top, his lips against your neck. 

"Hey! What happened, are you alright?" 

You could hear Nick's voice, but it was muffled and distant, like he was underwater. You forced yourself to look up at him, the sight of your coat and bag in his hand making the cold suddenly hit you. 

You stood up and took your things from him, quickly wiping away a tear. "I never wanted to come for fucking lunch," you spat. 

He didn't know what Dan did to you. Of course he had a hunch, but you'd never confirmed it and he never actually asked. You knew it wasn't his fault; of all the places in London, how could he possibly have known? But it didn't stop the anger, didn't make your chest feel less tight or the memories go away. 

He shook his head, eyes wide with bewilderment. "I'm sorry, I didn't..." He paused. "Quinn, what did he d-"

"Can we go, please?" you interrupted. "Literally anywhere else." 

He nodded, shortening his strides to stop himself from walking too fast. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ben: Hi. Are you free to meet tomorrow night?

Quinn: Hi, yeah I'm free.

Ben: It would be late, probably after 11? 

Quinn: That's fine.

Ben: Ok. I'll text when I'm on my way. 

Since the night on the doorstep, you had only spoken a handful of times. Always over text, always brief and indifferent, like he was saving everything for when he returned, sparing no words in the meantime. It was strange, having the man you had been so intimate with speak so impersonally to you. It almost made you feel worse than when he was ignoring your calls. 

Quinn: I saw my old boss yesterday. Had a bit of a meltdown, wasn't very nice to my friend about the whole thing.

Quinn: Spent the rest of the day wishing you were here. Because I feel safe when I'm with you.

Quinn: Is that weird?

Quinn: To feel safe with someone? I know people say it all the time but I always thought it was just a figure of speech. But I actually do feel safer when I'm with you. 

It felt like he'd been slipping through your fingers, and you feared you had made him jaded. 

Ben: It's not weird. I'm glad I make you feel that way. See you tomorrow. 

Always brief, always indifferent.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You stood on the pavement outside your flat building, hands stuffed in the pockets of your coat as you shifted your weight from side to side, the inside of your bottom lip tender and pulpy from your anxious biting. Above was a dark, starless sky, the street cold and still. You tilted your head back and let out a heavy breath, watching it leave your lips in a thick fog into the air above you.

You were nervous. So nervous that your insides hurt, every deep inhale providing only a second of relief before you had to let it out again, making way for the ache to return. You wondered if he was just as nervous to see you, if his was a feeling of dread or excitement, if he would smile when you came face-to-face or if he would struggle to even look at you. 

A set of headlights caught your attention further down the road and you watched as a sleek black Jaguar quickly came into view, the engine purring as it rolled to a stop right in front of you. You stood there for a moment, looking down at the glossy paint job, fancy alloys and tinted windows, wondering how much he paid for a car like this, if it was more or less than the watch sitting on your nightstand.

You made your way around to the passenger side and climbed in, closing the door and putting on your seatbelt before finally looking over at him. He was sat back in his seat, elbow propped on the edge of the window as he straightened the pair of horn-rimmed glasses that adorned his face. The other arm was resting in his lap, his fingers tapping the bottom of the steering wheel, like he was drumming along with a song in his head. 

"Hi," you said.

He stopped tapping and turned to look at you. "Hi," he replied with a slight smile. 

You smiled back, taking a second to observe what he was wearing; a dark green corduroy shirt over a white t-shirt and jeans. Casual. Comfortable. It made you wonder where you were going. 

"Are you cold?" he asked, turning on the heating before you could even reply. 

"Yeah, thanks," you said with a slight laugh. 

He pulled the car away from the kerb, taking off smoothly down the road. You watched his hands as they manoeuvred the steering wheel, his neck as he leaned forward to glance in the rearview mirror. God, you'd missed him. So much so that even watching him drive was somehow turning you on. But there was an atmosphere between you, like you'd forgotten how to talk to each other, the silences no longer comfortable but heavy and awkward. 

You'd been driving for a while, and you'd gathered by now he was taking you to his house. You wondered for a moment why he hadn't just visited you in your flat, though it was probably for the same reason you still found it difficult to be there. 

You cleared your throat and turned to face him. "Congratulations on your SAG nomination, by the way."

"Oh, thanks," he replied with a smile. 

"Very well deserved."

A laugh escaped his nose. "You say that like you watched the film."

"I did watch it."

"Really...?" he asked sceptically, raising an eyebrow. 

"Yes! The Very Powerful Dog or whatever."

He laughed again, louder this time, covering his mouth with his hand as he tried to compose himself. "The Power of the Dog," he finally corrected you.

"That's it."

He was still chuckling. The sound was infectious, making a smile grow across your face, a small giggle shaking your shoulders. It was as if, for a moment, nothing had changed. 

"Why don't you believe I watched it?" you asked. 

"Because it came out a month ago and you had no interest in watching it then, so why would you now? You didn't even see the new Spiderman when that came out-"

"Because I thought it might be weird." You shrugged. "Y'know, sleeping with you and then... watching you."

"Yeah, on a screen, Quinn, not through a set of binoculars." 

You rolled your eyes, turning to look out of the passenger window as the car fell silent again, travelling smoothly down the long, empty road as Ben picked up speed. 

"I watched the fucking cowboy film, alright?" you finally said, snapping your head back towards him, like his disbelief was killing you. 

"When?" he replied dubiously, eyes still on the road.

"I don't know, some time last week."

"What was my character's name?"

"Phil," you said confidently. 

"What was your favourite scene?"

"The one where you died."

He rolled his eyes and glanced across to you, a slight smirk in the corner of his mouth. 

"Oh my god," you said with a frustrated laugh. "Can you just please believe that I watched it? Because I did, I watched it. It was great and you were fantastic, okay?"

"Thank you," he conceded, pausing for a moment before speaking again. "Why?"

"Why what?" 

"Why did you watch it?" 

You both knew the answer. But still, it seemed almost pathetic to admit to it out loud. You'd watched it because you missed him, because you wanted to see his face, hear his voice. Because when you met him, he'd looked a lot like he did in that movie; the dark facial hair, the tanned complexion and broader frame. 

"It kept popping up whenever I signed into Netflix, so I finally gave in," you said.

He nodded, his gentle smile illuminated by the flickers of passing lampposts. 

It was clear he was going to let you have this one. That he wasn't going to press you for the real reason, make you finally give in and admit to what you both already knew. You were thankful for it.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, catching you off guard. "For disappearing. It was never my intention to give you the silent treatment, I just..." 

Oh god, this was it, you were finally talking about it. 

"I was confused about what happened, then I was angry, then I was sad, and I didn't know what to do," he continued. "Then I got these emails through from Faye and I decided to just bite the bullet and go and talk to her like you'd been telling me to." 

"I get it," you replied. "You don't really owe me an explanation-"

"No but it was a shitty thing to do. Instead of sticking around and talking about it, I left the country to see my ex wife of all people."

Your mind suddenly flooded with the image of his fingers wrapped in Faye's long blonde hair, her nails dragging down his back.

"How was it?" you asked, closing your eyes and shaking it away. "New York." 

"Interesting," he replied with a sigh. "I was only there for about five days, then I flew straight to LA for work." 

You nodded, pretending to acknowledge what he was saying. But the thought of them naked, together, bodies connecting in a tangle of sheets, was too loud to hear a word. 

He glanced across to you, pressing his mouth into a straight line before moving his focus back to the road. "Just ask." 

You inhaled deeply through your nose, chewing the inside of your lip as you plucked up the courage to speak. "Did you sleep with her?" 

"No," he answered quickly.

You felt the muscles in your back begin to soften, the thoughts slowly fading. 

"But you were right," he finished. 

You looked at him cautiously from the corner of your eye. 

"She loves me. She is in love with me." He said it like he almost couldn't believe it himself. "She said she went into the marriage with the sole intention of it being a PR move, but somewhere down the line..." He shrugged, unable to find the words. "I honestly had no idea. But she- she seemed to think it was obvious." 

"I told you," you said softly. 

"She'd even started to think the feelings might have been mutual. Which is why when I asked for the divorce, she said she felt blindsided. And when she walked in on us that morning... Well you were right. When you said she seemed heartbroken, you were right." 

"What did you say to her?" 

"Everything. Nothing. We went around in so many circles. But I know I apologised." He blew out an exhale, like even the memory was exhausting. "We talked for five days straight, barely left her apartment, just trying to figure out how we were supposed to move forward." 

"Move forward?" 

He paused. "She asked me to stay with her. To not go ahead with the divorce." 

A breath caught in your throat, like a silent gasp. "Sh-she...?" 

"She wanted us to give it a chance, to try and actually be together, properly. No contract, no hidden agenda." 

"A-and what... I- well what- what did..."

"Honestly?" He looked straight at you. "I considered it." 

"Oh." 

"I'd be lying if I said it didn't makes sense; we're already married, we get along, we have the same aspirations, we're both ready to start a family. She's already comfortable in the public eye, attractive, successful. I mean, there's no reason why I couldn't grow to love her, have a good life together..." 

"Well when you put it like that," you said, your voice almost a whisper as you turned to look out of the passenger window, recognising the road, Ben's house only moments away. 

"I'm not telling you this to hurt you," he said. 

"I know." 

"I'm being honest, letting you know how easy it would be to just-"

"I know." 

The car turned sharply onto the driveway and you listened as the tyres rolled over the gravel, followed by silence as he pulled the handbrake and switched off the engine. 

"I turned her down." 

You looked at him.  

"Because I knew that if I were to do that," he continued. "If I chose a life with Faye, it would mean never having the chance of a life with anyone else..." 

"Hm," you breathed. "Well I suppose it's nice to keep your options open." 

He exhaled a laugh, just one, and smiled softly as he reached out to place a hand on your face, his thumb stroking your cheek.     

"I really thought you hated me," you said quietly, letting your cheek rest in his palm. "I was so awful." 

"Yeah. And we're going to go inside right now and we're going to talk about it." 

You nodded, swallowing down the sudden lump of anxiety that had lodged itself in your throat.

He undid his seatbelt and climbed out of the car, making his way around to your door before you'd even figured out how to open it. He took your hand to help you climb out before handing you the key to the house. 

"Go in, get out of the cold," he said.

You walked up to the front door, glancing up at the security camera as you let yourself inside. You almost felt compelled to thank it on your way in, as if it were a person, as if its ability to pick up sound was a choice it had made that night just for you.

The house was in darkness, cold and draughty after not being lived in for almost a month. You walked down the hallway, dragging your finger along the wall in search of the light switch when you heard him shuffling into the house behind you. You found the light and turned around, watching him kick the door closed behind him and dump a suitcase and a large bag on the floor. 

"I could've helped you with those," you said. 

"What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you do that?" he replied, only half-joking. "Jesus, it's freezing in here. Go sit down, I'll get the heating on." 

He walked past you, gesturing for you to go into the living room as he disappeared into the kitchen. You slipped off your coat and hung it in the cupboard under the stairs, taking a few steps towards the living room before swiftly changing your mind. 

Instead you wandered slowly into the kitchen, watching him as he leaned forward, messing around with the heating controls on the wall. He was swearing under his breath, pushing his glasses further up his nose with his index finger. It made you smile in adoration, made you miss him all over again despite him being right there in front of you. 

He noticed you walking towards him from the corner of his eye and stood up straight. "I think my central heating's fucked-"

You took his face in your hands and pulled him into a kiss. A single, long, deep kiss. He felt tense at first, caught off guard, unsure of how to respond. But as you broke away to look up at him, you felt one of his hands on the back of your head, his lips returning to yours with an unmistakeable desire, like he simply couldn't resist you. 

Your breaths were hot as they mingled in the air between you, hands beginning to roam impatiently, his body pressing yours against the wall. But as your fingers began to travel beneath his t-shirt, ghosting over the bare skin of his waist, you felt him pull back. You opened your eyes and looked up at him, breathless and confused, as he stopped kissing you. 

"What's wrong?" 

He sighed, dropping his head and rubbing his eyes. "I can't."

"Wh-"

"I said we needed to talk. Talk. Not..." 

"Right. Okay. Sorry." You ran your fingers along your bottom lip, like you were wiping away the kiss, erasing it. 

"I just don't think jumping right back in where we left off would do either of us any good right now," he said. "It's clear the whole time we were having sex that we were on very different pages about what it meant." 

"But I wasn't on a different page. I told you I-"

"Technically you didn't tell me anything, you told my front door." 

"Ben." You rolled your eyes. "I asked you to go that night because I was scared-"

"I know, and I understand that. But..." he trailed off with another sigh. 

"But what?" 

"It's not that you asked me to go," he said quietly. "It's the fact that you let me. You stood there, Quinn, and you let me leave." 

It was your turn now to let out a sigh. The realisation setting in that this was going to be a very long night. 

"Because..." You paused, searching desperately for the right way to say it. "Because I've never known what it's like to want someone to stay."

He stared down at you, his brow heavy over his eyes. 

"And maybe it sounds bad but I'm… I'm selfish, Ben." You breathed out a laugh. "I like the fact that when all we have is sex, when our entire relationship is something that can only take place behind closed doors, it means I don't have to share you. It means I get all of you. If I'd have asked you to stay that night, after you told me this was more than just sex for you, I would've suddenly become a bigger part of your life than just the part no one else is allowed to see. I was scared of what that could do to us; if when a microscope was placed over me, you wouldn't like what you saw, and you'd realise you preferred me when I was a secret." 

He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly through his nose. "You can't always be in control," he said slowly. "You have to accept that I'm not wrong, or stupid, or naïve for having feelings for you." 

"I just feel like you're going to realise you like the sex and not me." 

"Well we'll soon find out." 

You raised an eyebrow. 

"No sex," he said bluntly. "From this point forward, we date, get to know each other, spend time together, clothes on." 

Your face said it all, narrowed eyes, parted lips, furrowed brow, like you were a child being unjustly punished. 

"I'm being responsible," he said with a slight laugh. "Slowing this down, just for a little while." 

"What if I don't agree?" 

"You'll survive." 

"Not sure I will. You didn't speak to me for a week and I almost slept with a guy who looked like he bought his teeth off the internet."

He laughed. "Almost?"

"Yeah."

"What happened?" 

You paused, like you were having to force yourself to tell the truth.

"He wasn't you." 

A/N II: The excerpt from Quinn's article at the beginning of this chapter is a blend of quotes from 'Something That Needs Nothing', a short story by Miranda July who is one of my favourite writers of all time.

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[farewelln3verland]

{The Chancer}

pairing: idol!seungmin x reader

a/n: this is for the amazing @krishastumblernow...i'm so sorry it took so long...but i took creative liberties :)

also...i reccomend listening to the chancer by christopher

Time and time again, you wondered how you’d gotten so lucky. Working for JYP, meeting all sorts of people. With your experience in the staffing department, you'd gotten the job to work specifically for Stray Kids. You’d been brought on in the NoEasy era, and you'd loved it ever since. 

Especially since that's when you met seungmin. He had been the kindest, most welcoming person you’d ever met, even through his shy smiles. He had personally shown you around, taking you to the best coffee shops in the area. It was under the guise of helping you out, but even though you turned a blind eye to acts of affection most times, the way he blushed and stumbled over his words…it confirmed his feelings easily. 

At times, you felt that with his idol life, compared to your considerably less unique lifestyle, it was bound to end. That you couldn't keep up. That you’d never even get to go on a date with him. 

But today. 

Today was the day. You just didn’t know it yet. 

{SEUNGMIN POV} ______________________________________________________

“Deep Breaths, Min.” Chan held up his hands, ready to stabilize.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m okay.” Taking a deep breath, I nodded to myself. Today was the day I’d convince y/n of my love. I'd do it after the group shoot. I knew they had doubts about if we could work, but I was going to prove we could. We were practically dating anyways, we always went to restaurants together, went on walks together…we did everything together. I was so lucky. 

Bustling into the room, y/n looked around frantically, then relaxed, their eyes landing on- Chan. Oh. 

“Chan! Thank god! You were meant to be ready for your shoot ten minutes ago!” 

“No, there was too much drama.” A light and airy voice giggled, and our heads all whipped over to a dark corner. 

“Wooyoung?!” Chan screamed. 

Somehow, the boy from Ateez had gotten in. Honestly- it didn't even surprise me anymore. He showed up when you least expected it. I think Changbin might have given him a key card. That was probably a bad idea. 

But what was somewhat more concerning was that he had Chan’s laptop. 

“Hey!” Chan lunged for the computer- but the red-haired boy was too quick- leaping over the sofa and out the door with Chan running after him.

There was a moment of silence as y/n and I looked at each other then burst out laughing. 

“Oh my god-” Y/n was bent over laughing. “I don't even know how he got here!”

“-Go out with me.”

I blinked. Shit. I was not- I was not supposed to ask like that.What is wrong with me? I've completely screwed this up-

I glanced around and saw the roses I’d planned to give them later. Shoving them in their hands, I immediately looked down and fiddled with my fingers. Hoping someone would come and put me out of my misery. 

“...Yeah. Okay.”

“Wait what-”

“Yes. I’ll go out with you Min. I think we could make this work.”

{END POV}

And that was how we came to be. Two months later and we’re still going strong. The company seems to know, but they aren't doing anything about it. And as for me- I’m ecstatic. I’m in love with y/n. Every time they smile, my world gets a little brighter. Everytime they walk into the room, the world stops around them. They are my one. My all. And that's how I know we’ll last. Because even the world knows how lucky I am that I got such an amazing person as the love of my life. 

The end is not the end for

The Beginning has begun

#seungmin x reader #seungmin x you #skz fic #skz imagines #skz scenarios #skz fluff #skz #skz seungmin #seungmin fluff #seungmin #wooyoung #bang chan

[marquez-junky8920]

Do the riders have to 18 or older for you to wrote for them?

And, can I request a Francesco Bagnaia x reader where the reader and him first meet after the reader has a bad day. Hopefully this isn't too specific. Thank youuu 💖❤💖❤

Bad Day

GIRL, FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED IT. Also, sidenote - writers block sucks a diiiiiick

From the moment you woke up this morning to right now, this day had been a banner day. And not a good one. This had been a banner shit day of all banner shit days. It started when your alarm didn't go off, so you were in a terrible rush to get ready for work. You weren't able to style your hair how you wanted it, you didn't have time to make your coffee, didn't even have time to pack your lunch, and you locked your keys in your car when you got to work. So as if the morning couldn't get any worse, you had to wait outside your office building for a locksmith to come and unlock your car so that you could get your keys to unlock the door to your office.

It didn't stop there. Oh no... At work, you had computer issues almost all day and were barely able to get any work done. Since you were so busy figuring out your computer, you forgot to order lunch and then as you were eating, you spilled some of your food onto your lap. It was just not your day today...

You clocked out and left the office, getting into your car and sighing before leaning your head against the steering wheel.

'Why can't something good happen to me today? Just one thing, that's all I ask...' you said to yourself, starting your car and driving to pick up some dinner and coffee for yourself. At this point, you were shocked that your car even started. Why not add one more thing to the list of bad things happening today?

You drove to the restaurant and decided to have dinner there instead of doing takeout. You wanted to zone out alone at a table and just take in the rest of the day around you. The hostess walked you to your seat and you began to scan the menu. Everything looked delicious since you'd hardly eaten anything today. Putting the menu down, you just put your head in your hands and rubbed your eyes out of exhaustion.

'Excuse me, Ms.? Are you okay?' you heard a male voice say from next to your table. You stopped rubbing your eyes and looked to where the voice came from only to find a very attractive, curly headed man. Brown, curly hair and some facial hair paired with chocolate brown eyes and the cutest smile you'd ever seen. Holy... Mother of god... Evem in the haze of your exhaustion, you realized who this was.

'A-ah yes I-I'm fine. Just tired. I've not had the greatest day today.' you said shyly. He walked over to the chair across from you and pointed.

'Do you have someone else joining you?'

'No! I came here alone.'

'Mind if I sit?' he asked, his brown eyes sparkling down at you.

'Not at all! I'd love the company.'

'I'm Francesco. And you are?' he reached out his hand to yours.

'Y/N. I don't mean to sound creepy, but I know who you are. I'm a huge fan of the sport.' you said, cheeks burning red when he took your hand and kissed your knuckles.

'Ahhh... Maybe that's why you haven't had the best day. There was no race.' he joked, watching a smile and laugh draw out of you.

'I think you may be onto something there. I hate summer break. It seems to feel like an eternity when you guys aren't on the track.' you said, taking a sip of the water the waiter had put on the table.

'Believe me, I know. It's hard to pull away from a passion like that and take a break. But it's nice to have the down time.'

'So what are you doing here? I thought you'd be on vacation in some ridiculously expensive place and having the time of your life.' you chuckled at him.

'I wanted to come somewhere where I'm not recognized. No one knows me here, so it's nice to be able to walk alone in the street and not be noticed or asked for pictures.'

'Well I hate to burst your bubble, but I totally recognized you. I may even ask for an autograph.' you said, giggling when he laughed.

'I'll give you a pass just this once.'

'Even if I ask for a photo too?'

'Even if you ask for a photo. But I will need something in exchange for my services.' he smirked lightly.

'Oh?'

'Give me your number.' he said smoothly.

'Ahh... That was awfully smooth of you Pecco.' you tilted your head and hid your smile by drinking another sip of water.

'Did it work?' he asked with a grin on his face.

'I think it did because I'm about to give you my number.' you laughed, grabbing his phone and putting your number in his contacts.

'Now, do we take the picture and get the autograph now or after we eat dinner together?' he winked.

'Let's do after. I haven't eaten today, so I am starving.' you said while picking up your menu again.

'You are probably the first fan I've met that chooses food over a picture with me.' he joked, liking the change.

'You severely underestimate my love of food then. Food and motogp riders are currently at a tie for first place on my priority list.' you laughed while looking over all of the delicious food options.

'By the end of tonight, I'll make a bet that motogp will be back on top.'

'What makes you so sure?' you quizzed him, squinting your eyes at him across the table.

'Because you're here with me.' he winked, taking a sip from his wine glass that he carried over from the bar earlier.

Turns out, that was all the good luck you needed that day. Months later, he asked you to be his girlfriend and asked you to travel with him. Best turn of luck ever...

END

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[killemwithkawaii]

Okay, so, I sometimes ageregress and I think Sal would too tbh. If you don't know what ageregressing is, it's basically age play without the sexual undertones (dressing up, being in the mindset of a child, having childish interest but more like an episode, you are still a functioning adult). Since Sal didn't get to be a child for that long because of the accident and bullying he could be a child with me as an adult fbjsicjsjsj

It would be so adorable to see him play with action figures or having tea parties with his s/o and plushies TvT

And Larry would be probably really chill about that too. Just imagine lil Sal talking really excitedly about his favorite color and Larry being like: "Woah, dude, that's so sick. Blue n pink really are special my guy"

It would be so adorable drzhdgjg >v<

I've actually answered an ask about Sal being an age regressor! Here's some more headcannons about it:

Sal as an age regressor-

[CW: SFW age regression/ little space, mentions of past trauma and abuse]

>This is likely something Sals therapist recommended when medication wasn't quite cutting it for him. Now that Sal's an adult and has the power and competence to make his own decisions, age regression could be a way for him to reclaim that part of his life where he was put into bad situations and didn't have any sort of control over how things turned out. He can use it as a tool to try and experience some of the childhood joy that was robbed of him when he was actually a kid in a safe and comfortable setting, free of grief, trauma, bullying, hospital stays, and adults with substance abuse problems.

>I'd expect him to regress to around the age he was when he got his injury to a few years older (a general range, probably not a specific age).

>It would probably be really hard for him to get into the mindset. Letting down his guard and forgetting about his self-consciousness and personal baggage takes a lot of practice, plus acting like a kid can dig up some bad memories by association. Most of the time, he half-regresses- not too big to relax and enjoy himself, but not too small to defend himself and snap back to being 'big' if need-be.

>He'd be EXTREMELY hesitant to let anybody know about his age regression or see him regressing, let alone be his caretaker, because it's such a vulnerable mindset to be in (he got enough shit when he was actually a kid, he doesn't need anybody judging him for acting childlike on top of all the other stuff people judge him for as an adult). Gizmo is the one exception, since he's been a major source of comfort for Sal since he was an actual child.

>A fellow age regressor would have better luck catching a glimpse of Sals 'little' side. He'd love to have someone to hang out with that likes video games and cartoons as much as he does!

>His friends DO find out (because he's a horrible liar). Larry finds the concept a little weird at first (because he was always encouraged to 'grow up'/ 'be a man'/ etc.), but totally gets it when he and Sal go to catch frogs at the lake or do some finger painting together and he sees Sal let loose like never before. Ash takes it in stride (it feels just like when she and her little brother were kids) and loves Sals genuine enthusiasm for doing craft projects with her and playing out dramatic storylines with her 'little dudes'. Todd goes down a rabbit hole researching the phycological mechanisms behind age regression and its applications in therapy, and is happy that Sal is using healthy coping mechanisms in tandem with his medication to help improve his mental health (he also gives Sal all the computer games that his parents gave him as a kid).

Also:

Me 🤝 Sal "Pink and blue are the best colors (we'll be in our blanket fort if you wanna fight us about it)"

#k.e.w.k. answers #k.e.w.k. writes #sally face headcanons #sal fisher #sfw littlespace #age regression #little space #tw age regression #tw little space #tw abuse #tw trauma #tw drug use #Sal in his deep gravely voice: 'oh hell yes finger paints!'

[moondonky]

Blood

I've been drenched, mauled and scarred, a thousand cuts, ive sweat red, tinted my eyes my hair my skin.. crawled for life, refused to not be left for dead.. banged the fuk up scraped and bruised and mangled and twisted, alot of memories of my blood everywhere.. there's a secret in blood, your not alive, your blood is alive..

Effin millenial why not, words speak louder than war, u can fight Satan with just words, u can cut down demons with just words,, u can save people with just words,, theres alot of shills out there right now, poisien pilling truth, half truths half verses, twisted with bullshit,, they never knew, just a way to monetize like it's sumthing new,, no discernment, they were not around to understand where it stemed from,, just parrots repeating... all of a sudden they will be talking about reptilians or that dinosaurs didn't exist, that nukes don't exist, or that the earth is flat, or that Victorian buildings were all dug up from the past.. talk annunaki and aliens or sum shit,, but first they'll talk about real shit, current shit, and then move to shit they don't even understand where originated from, those are poisen pills created for a reason.. none of that shit benifits you,, but real truth does,, and it can seem like conspiracy, can seem like religion, can seem like spirituality,,, but it's not, truth is a separate thing, it's understanding the world u live in, and how to navigate in it, to avoid certain things u have to know shitty it can be, how shitty people can be,, waking up is a realization of how mentally handicapped everyone is kept,, that most things preventing is in your head... truth will talk about history, and about science and religion and economies, and corruption,, only to understand the present moment, how we got here, what possible futures it could be going, what u can only guess and see what happens... and what could influence it...

It's crazy that what most of these shills say,, can be disproven, but they dont have real arguements do they, ecochambers of nonsense and bots, they are allowed through the algorithms because it benifits those in power,, truth is what's censored and blacklisted and monitored,, uncontrolled intelligence is forbidden..

Truth and those who know truth,, are careful what they say and don't sat much, they wait for the time and place, they watch people get led astray because it's irrelevant... truth already won, it was about people thinking for themselves..

Real truthers do not sell shit,, they are not trying to be rich and famous, they do not sell t shirts, they do not crowdfund, they do not try to get u toblisten to there shitty music, they are not try to get u to be a member on sum website, or content click and watch an ad creators.. every truther I know was just a normal person with normal jobs and normal lives that was smart and on the same trail of information, all met following an invisible pattern that is now cut up erased and saturated , they talked and collaborated and discerned information together, brainstorming for hours, they all had sumthing in common, they all liked solving puzzles and very good with computers.. this was 15 years ago,, the internet is not the same place that it was before,, truth is wild to talk about,, because it has powerful enemies.. as they say truth will set u free,, but u might b killed or driven crazy, ur life might get destroyed, u might be put on lists, u will definitely be persecuted... take it with a grain of salt that's what I did.. cuz it can make u anxious paranoid and depressed, thinking for yourself can be a trip, the world will seem like a matrix filled with npcs n shit, and u will never forget it or stop seeing it.. u will understand ignorance is bliss very quick

[sacredglitch]

M, N, T, V??

rubs hands Let's go;

M - If I forgive betrayal.

I'm a very situational person, I love things given context to so I can really put myself into the shoes of it all. But for general sake, I'm gonna say no. I can't. I have had a lot of people come and go in my life and many have been because they've hurt me, and in lasting ways too (dare I say....traumatising ways?). So if I end up hurt in betrayal? I couldn't forgive them. Context would matter of course, but...from current outcomes, it's a no.

N - If you want to know how I treat my friends.

I treat them like family. Honestly, if they're that close to me then they're family. One thing I do wish is that I got it back though. The saying I was raised around was "Treat others how you'd like to be treated" and it's stuck to me now.

But I've also come to learn that other people don't seem to grasp that concept or they abuse that concept. Which I guess wouldn't be wrong in comparison to my family's act sometimes but it isn't how it should be.

T - 5 things I love unconditionally.

Hmm, can't think of five but I can definitely do three. First is definitely my boys, my lil homeslices Bud and Murf (dogs by the by). Everyday there's something new with them whether it be Murf trying to back talk my Ma, or Buddy barking at Murf for stealing his blanket, it's like watching The Odd Couple with them. But I love them so much, they bring a lot of joy into my life just by sitting in front of me and blinking xD.

I suppose another would be the friends that have stuck by me through a lot of shit. They're few and far between and I don't tell them enough I love them but I do, and I appreciate everything and anything they do or say to me. Even if it's just sending me a picture of a racoon with a caption "God gave one look at me and ran away" or some shit I still love it dearly.

The stinky lil men that I've fallen for in fandoms. They're a widespread of personality, looks, even species but the unbridled joy seeing them in media posts or even hearing their VAs or actors in other media makes me so fucking happy. Giddy leg kicks and all, baby!

V - 3 big dreams.

Transitioning. That's the biggest one. I've probably mentioned it before at some point but that's been my big dream, specifically getting top surgery, cause I'm tired of wearing bulky clothes along with a binder to hide my size. I wanna wear open shirts damn it! Alongside going on hormones and finally feeling comfy in existing but top surgery is the big one. Hate that I don't have much of a choice but to go abroad but there's plentiful doctors with amazing top surgery records that have caught my eye. I hope it's sooner rather than later.

I'm conflicted on saying a job, cause in my current state, that's a no bueno for even education but I hope to one day be stable enough for it. And my dream job is...it's a toss between something to do with computers like cyber crime or ethical hacking for business' firewalls and protection and blah, or paramedics. Two vastly different jobs but they've stuck with me for most of my life. They're both (if I take the cyber crime route) jobs I can say "I've done something to help others" instead of letting whatever stop me and waste my time while I'm still kicking. They'll both be something I'll be proud I did.

This is probably the most open I'm ever going to be on tumblr (past me would be shocked but proud it's not DA anymore) but one other dream is to function. I want to be able not to overthink or jump to the worst case for anything in my life. I want to be able to have that deep breath and move on technique work for me and allow me to continue past whatever may have faltered me for a moment. I'm tired of getting upset over the littlest things, tired of thinking I'm disposable (despite much evidence in my past supporting it but the past is the past), tired of not understanding why I can't keep a hold on most things, and just tired of not...meeting what I should be meeting at my age?

There's no one pressuring me, no one hurting me, no one causing any of this but the silly little chemicals in my brain. And, currently, without supports in both friends/family and professional (because thanks HSE for telling me I'm "doing too good for their services") I'm just...not functioning. And it's tiring and irritating and just...

It shouldn't be a dream but it is. And that's one I'm striving for the most to happen ASAP. Because I can't deal with the lack of functionality I have anymore.

The list did say brutal honesty and damn did I get brutally honest at the end.

Anywho-

#LONG POST #This went from doing a funky lil ask to me screaming to the void #thanks tumblr #if it's not you patting me on the head then it's tiktok calling me out on wtf is going on #but it feels good to get off my chest too #wouldn't have rb'd if I wasn't prepared