#i didn't realize it was already december :P

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seven 'ur not funny' lawless

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seven is from @infamous-if!!

#infamous fanart #infamous if #seven lawless #mc: niki #my art #she's so in love its pathetic /lh #i was supposed to post this when the demo came out #but since i dont have any sense of time #i didn't realize it was already december :P

[reqxxyt]

why not december

pairings: oscar p. x f!reader

summary: after discovering the man who once had your heart soaring from a glance was your bestfriends boyfriend, you are confronted with conflicting feelings, needing them to die down but all they do is grow the longer you know him. (part one)

disclaimer: heavily inspired by 'One Day in December' Josie Silver. This is a part two to 'followed by december'

warning: angst, falling in love at first sight, reader is a homewrecker..., cursing

masterlist requests are open!

[uedited] 2.5k

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“y/n?” What was it that made your heart go on a mile drive when you heard your own name called by him? Clearly, your silence as a response didn’t work in your favor, walking forward now leaning against the railing beside you, where you once had peace of mind. The silence lasted only a couple of moments before he finally began “Do you by any chance-”

“y/n!” was now your sister calling for you and looking for any chance to escape, you glanced at him for a second before excusing yourself grateful she cut him off. You walked up to your sister with a soft smile, appearing fine. Because you had to. “Have you received any news on the photographer?”

“Yeah, he’s already at the reception” you reassured her, allowing her to take a deep breath knowing how stressful weddings can be, it took a lot to convince her to have a big wedding from your mom but in the end, your sister ended up winning (being the bride and all) but even then, a small wedding is just as stressful. So you hand her your best smile, a genuine one meaning to reassure “Don’t worry about anything, I got this”

“You’re the best” she complimented and while you usually answered with an ‘always’, you found yourself staying silent, a tight smile tugging on your lips, almost forceful but your sister, already juggling with enough possible problems, didn't notice.

A couple of hours later you managed to not run into Oscar with having to arrange the reception and making sure everything stood perfect until it officially started, guests pouring into their designated places. Until you finally realized, because Martha was the only bearable person that wasn’t your sister, you and she had to sit together. She and Oscar, because he was her plus one. 

Why didn’t you realize this sooner? Now, you had no choice but to eat in front of the person that nearly made you want to throw up, feeling guilty. Instead of enjoying the food, you found yourself picking at it. 

“You okay, y/n?” Martha's sympathetic gaze met yours, which was meant to help but was indeed doing the opposite. 

“Not hungry” you made a poor excuse before glancing at Oscar, taking a quick breath. You needed to appear normal, and while normally you hated interacting with others, you needed to appear like a good friend, because at the moment you felt like a terrible one “So, uhh Oscar, do you study?”

You didn’t miss his look of surprise, you instigated the conversation. But it was your poor excuse for trying to appear normal. Hey, maybe he had a terrible personality in compatibility? That was your only hope at this point. 

“Yeah, literature and English,” he said, taking a sip of his drink and now you find yourself to be stunned. Martha gave you a proud smile, knowing it was the same major as yours. She really wanted you to get along with him.

“That's– that's great” You nod with a small smile, not being able to form a proper sentence. He gave you a soft smile, his eyes brightening but you blamed it on the lights behind you. 

“Yeah, Martha told me you study the same. What university?” He placed his fork down, putting his all attention on you. There seemed to be something behind those eyes, recognition almost but you doubted it. It's been a year, and you never spoke to him up until today, but your heart is aching either way. 

“Adelaide,” you told him, nodding along and his smile only got bigger, you wanted to sink lower into your chair. You took a glance at Martha, and she only held a comfortable smile, no sign of anything wrong. The pit in your stomach grew, in any other scenario you would probably lie to him, make him believe you weren't the girl that made him stop and stare a year ago. But Martha knew everything about you.

“She spent the entire month in the library, practically had to drag her out of there last year” Martha joked and internal panic started to settle, knowing where she was going with this when you spotted the spark in her eyes, “Hey, Oscar does too, maybe he knows about-“ 

“I moved on” you replied quickly and she gave you a strange look, confused to say the least before turning back to Oscar seeing his curious gaze now. Looking back at Martha with a small smile “It was silly anyway”

“Oh, okay” Martha’s gaze dropped, a bit disappointed, taking a sip of her champagne before the presentation began and just like everything my sister, Isabella wanted, it was perfect. Except for the constant glances you would hand to Oscar, to which he glanced at Martha. Forcing your eyes back on the center couple, you lifted your gaze, smile dropped an inch as you clapped along with everyone, canceling out the thunder of your heartbeat. 

Oscar went to the bathroom after that, Martha took another sip of her champagne, turning to me with a mischievous yet excited smile on her features, one that pinched her eyes, a blush slowly but surely rising onto her cheeks. 

"So?" she asked, you gave her a raised eyebrow, pretending to be confused because the last thing you wanted to do was spill your feelings about her boyfriend who she seemed to be fawning over as well. "Oscar," she said, and the way the name so simply rolled out of her mouth, you had to swallow the lump in your throat that began to form. She was clearly in the process of falling in love and you hated the thought of being the one to wreck that. 

"Yeah, he's great" again, a forced smile. But Martha recognized it, immediately dropping her smile making your heart quicken. 

"Just great?" her words don't sound convinced, barely heard over the music blasting. You hated the look on her face, disappointed. But because she was Martha, she took in a deep breath after a silent response, putting back her smile only smaller this time "Do you like him?"

"What?" you couldn't tell if your stomach dropped or if you malfunctioned in the moment but to the best of your attempt, you shook your head, a laugh, one wanting to be genuinely exiting, realizing what she meant, "I think he's perfect for you"

"you think?" her own eyes grew in adoration at the thought that he could be the one, while you clenched your jaw nodding with a small, soft smile before Oscar could arrive back, inviting Martha out to the dance floor leaving you at the table with only your niece in sight, who held her iPad in her hands. 

Only an hour later, Martha stumbled back to her chair with a chuckling Oscar, having his arm around her waist as support. You couldn't help but let out a small giggle, seeing her state as you helped her sit down, you gave a glance to Oscar noticing his flushed cheeks, probably having a few drinks himself and you can't help but think back to last year, his red tinted cheeks and nose, caused by the cold. You wonder if they would do the same now, but you looked away before he could notice your stare. 

"I guess I learned how much of a lightweight she can be" he tried to joke but you could only let out a small smile.

Only a couple of moments later, Martha had slung herself forward, resting her head on the table, sound asleep. You wonder how it was possible, considering the music being blasted but just rubbed her back instead. 

"What year did you graduate?" Oscar suddenly asked, you almost didn't hear him but you swallowed whatever you normally would try to pull and decided: fuck it, you can befriend him because once thing you didn't want to appear as a bitch that wouldn't talk to her best friends boyfriend just because of a silly thing… very silly (send prayers). 

"2021" you said simply, not in a rude way, glancing up at him to answer his own question. 

"2020" he said, understanding your look. "Martha told me you're into films, any favorites?"

A smile naturally rose to your cheeks, sparking an interest in the conversation, and just like that, you found yourself having the best conversation you've ever held in your life. Questions were thrown, answers were given, and while some lead to arguments and disagreements they ended with laughter. You've never felt so close to someone in such a small amount of time. 

It was only until midnight when you realized how late it was getting, servers picking up empty plates and the music began to repeat. Your sister gave you a glance, seeing you enjoy yourself not taking notice of who exactly it was that had your heart open in such a way that your natural smile and laughter would leak. 

"I'll take her home" you offered and Oscar nodded, not wanting to argue but either way you took his offer of having him help carry her to your car. On the walk over, the moments were silent until Oscar said

"if only you didn't leave so soon last year" making you stop in your tracks, you wanted, to dare yourself to believe you had misheard him. But he looked back, still with his arm around your best friend only a couple of feet from your car. Something between an amused smile and a small smirk on display as he tilted his head at you "You forgot, huh?"

You considered lying, hell you should've but instead, you said, softly "No, I didn't" before looking back down, forcing a foot in front of the other before you got to your passenger door, opening it for him to place Martha inside, an insane good excuse as to why he should've never brought it up. 

"I never saw you after that" he whispered, but you shook your head not allowing his words to register long enough to travel where it hurt most. Before he could reach out, you stepped back, wrapping your arms against your chest, body disgusted by all the wants you wanted at the moment. 

Your first thoughts should've been Martha. You were about to open your mouth to say something, but quickly closed it once spotting his upset look dropping whatever speech you made up in a matter of seconds. 

"I know we shouldn't-" he started. 

"No. Don't say anything" you interrupted him, shaking your head not sure if angry at yourself or just overall upset. "Whatever happened last year was clearly just some fucked feelings that occurred after a series of sleepless nights."

"So you feel nothing at the moment?" he countered, taking a step forward. "Absolutely nothing?" his voice low, in a desperate tone, daring me to say the words, ones that he both didn't and wanted nothing more than to hear. 

"No," you said softly, now at a small distance to where you could smell his cologne, mixed with Martha and you felt your own heartache at the familiar scent, stomach-churning now. You shake your head "I can't do this to Martha" stepping beside him and getting in the car, driving the miles to where you hoped he would be buried in your thoughts. 

You felt nothing. Absolutely nothing. Except for guilt as you glanced at Martha for the feelings you held for her boyfriend. Absolutely nothing, your head told you. 

"we broke up" with stained makeup, Martha walked into your bedroom only two months later and you immediately sat up at the news. With a crack in her voice, she softly asked "That's okay, right? You never like him anyway?"

You swallowed the pit back into your stomach, just nodding for encouragement. The truth was that after the wedding, you made up excuses to not hang out with them, denying any plans that could involve him. 

"No, he was a douche" made her chuckle, just hearing her laugh made the corners of your lips lift up. You never wanted to hurt her, had no intention. 

You spent the entire day comforting her and by the end of it, as expected went to the club. Getting wasted with her, although to your high dislike of alcohol, allowed her to drag you to try a couple of sips. The morning after, Martha ended up at some guy's place while you decided to go back home. 

Yet, with very little alcohol having drunk, you still woke up with a throbbing headache. Driving yourself to the local coffee shop, just as a treat, which ended you in front of a bookstore you've been meaning to visit. 

Sipping on your coffee did little to relieve your headache as you scattered around to look for books of interest.

"stalking me, y/n?" the soft, teasing voice nearly sent you to drop the book you were holding. You instead swallowed your fright, looking up at him seeing him with a small smile. Just as you expected, Oscar "It's been a while"

"Yeah," you only said, about to walk away. This was wrong. Not sure whether worse but wrong in any sense. 

"Are you really trying to ignore me now?" His surprised but upset tone followed you through every corner at a fast pace. "I'm not trying to start anything" Exhaustion being heard is what now makes your tracks slow down before coming to a stop. 

"You broke up with her, why?" you turned to him, looking up at him still in a hushed town, aware of their surroundings. He gave you a look of confusion, shaking his head.

"Is that what she told you?" he asked, looking a bit irritated and you only nodded, now the one confused. "She broke up with me. Said she noticed how I fell out of love with her. Said the spark was no longer there"

Your eyes narrowed up at him, realizing he was telling the truth, either that or he was one hell of a good liar but remembering from the wedding, he wasn't the best. "She always was a romantic" You can't help but release a soft smile, thinking about it. Yes, Martha believed in love, she wasn't the only one, but she was a hopeless romantic, believed that the second a relationship loses its spark, its game over, onto the next. 

His eyes gathered a cloud of sadness, "yeah" a small whisper. "Look I know, normally an ex-girlfriend's friend is off limits but" he paused, taking in a quick breath and you can't help but hold yours "Why not, just try being friends? I don't want to lose our spark.. of friendship obviously"

Biting your lip, thinking for a moment as your head pounding was interfering with your moral thoughts, saying a simple "Sure, I can do that"

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tags: @ladywhistledownx @almostjollypizza @hevburn @81astri @thatsdemko @elamultistan

hope i didn't disappoint-

#oscar piastri #f1 #f1 x you #f1 reader #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x y/n #reader insert #formula 1 #oscar piastri x reader #f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri imagine #angst

[bts5sosempire]

as yours (ix); stranger danger

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: sukuna ryomen x reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 2,103

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: fluff, comedy, a hint of violence, college au, mention of gang fighting/ involvement, a sprinkle of angst (future updates), cursing and swearing, slow-burn relationship, SIMPKUNA, tw: eating disorder (only for this chapter, skip it if it makes you uncomfy until you see another DOT)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:  "as a child, you have harbored a massive crush on Itadori Yuji; it wasn't until that college happened you dared to ask him. Trying to give him a letter, the one who you ended up giving to was no other than his no-good twin brother, Sukuna Ryomen."

𝐚/𝐧: we getting to the midpoint of the story, about to go up a notch, and mc's constant denial of attraction towards Sukuna. The fact that I fucked up on using Shimei's first name, not her surname, which is Honoka, and we are already this far into the story, so bear with me and my stupidity. Plus, I changed some things up, too, in some parts that are minor and nothing too serious in the story.

chapter 8 ✿ chapter 10

Shimei looks at herself in the mirror and eyes her partially nude figure; she smooths a hand down her flat stomach, and dissatisfaction comes across her face, she turns to the side, and her expression is more evident. And below her feet were wrappers of snacks she had just consumed previously. Without a thought, the urge to puke was intense that rushing to the bathroom was a priority. Shimei flipped the lid open and threw up any content she had been eating; it was not even an hour before the acid could digest the food.

The sound of her gagging was evident; Shimei cried while wiping tears away. Her stomach hurts from so much exertion that by the time she was done, she stood up and washed her face and rinsed her mouth. 'Why can't he look at me the same he looks at her?' Shimei's thoughts keep drifting to Sukuna and his lingering gazes that were always present to you no matter how much you loath it. She thought that a person like you didn't deserve it. 'I should be the one he looks at!' Staring back at her in the bathroom mirror was someone tired and worn out, with dark bags clinging underneath and gaunt cheekbones. 'I tried to do everything to make him look this way, but it's always her!' Shimei then tried to make a hairstyle that resembles yours, practicing her smile, trying to match it too eerily, and she turned her face from side to side see which features that she had that could be altered to match yours. But obsession comes with a price—her sanity.

With a frustrating scream ripped out through her, Shimei realized that you're far different from her, born from a good family that supports your education. Anger and jealousy shook her body so much that Shimei shattered the mirror with a closed fist and tore some skin from her knuckles. She swipes any of her beauty products or personal care onto the bathroom floor as it clatters loudly.

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At your table, nobody utters a word about the resort situation, not even Maki; the very breath of mention sends her skin running red hot. You didn't want to talk about it since Sukuna was handling the problems; you wonder what he talked about that left the manager shaking like a leaf afterward.

Your phone buzzes with text messages, and you look at it to find a miss call from your mom also.

Monday, December 23rd, 20XX

[Mom: Your sister is missing. The daycare said they don't know who took her. Before they got to her, she left with someone on the bus. -Sent: 5:06 pm]

Reading the texts sent your heart to a drop, and you paled immediately; your hands shook with fear that everyone at the table was alerted when you abruptly stood up, causing the chair to fall off with a thud. Your friends called out to you, but you started sprinting home as you pushed people aside. 'Fuck! How could they be so careless?!'

Yuji and Shimei saw your figure running across the campus at full speed that even your friends were struggling to chase you and calling your name repeatedly.

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Your body was pumped with adrenaline from running and hailing the first cab you saw (or jumping in front of it like a mad woman) to go to the daycare center where your sister was supposed to be. By the time you have arrived, blurs of red and blue sirens caught your field of vision, your mother helplessly crying, and your father's forlorn utterance while trying to calm your mother down. The cops were doing what they could by saying they were looking for her.

"Mom, Dad," you called out to them once you made it near enough. When you extend your arms to hug her mother, she pulls you down and tightly grips you while crying on your shoulder.

"Haruna is so small; I don't know if I could handle the thought of knowing if something bad could happen to her (Name)." Your heartbroken mother continuously cries.

"Did anyone see who she walked out with?" You asked, and your mother shook her head, and so did your father when you turned to look at him. The cops handed you a few photos of your baby sister interacting with a person who squatted down to her height; you couldn't see the person very well, seeing as their face was obscure, but the stature was a male.

The next one was the stranger picking up your sister by lifting her over the waist-length fence at ease; you notice how far away Haruna was compared to all the other children in the photo.

In the final photo, they both head toward the bus stop, with Haruna occupied by some small keychain and him holding her hand, but something caught your eyes. It was a tattoo.

"Is this all?" You ask the cop, feeling quite frustrated with the lack of evidence. They give you a few words of confirmation since the camera wasn't located around the whole premises; it was revealed under muttered breaths that a few of the cameras were nothing but props. 'What the fuck? How could this daycare still be running if they can't even have proper security?' Frustration turned to anger; you're kind of mad at your parents for choosing this daycare when you made it clear that it wasn't safe from all the reviews that had shown the negativity when helping your parents research where to drop off your sister. But since all the other daycares were too expensive to be decent, they stuck Haruna into a cheap one.

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By the time you and your parents made it home, it was already near 10 pm. Your friends were waiting and sitting at your doorsteps; you had left your bag and school work behind during your emergency. You usher your parents inside first and tell them you will be inside a few after talking to your friends.

"We heard what happened," Panda spoke up quietly. Words do travel fast sometimes. You took a long shaky breath and wiped away any tears that threatened to fall. Shifting around and wrapping your arms around, you wanted to reassure them about the situation, but knowing them wouldn't make it better. They could try to comfort you, but it wouldn't also make it better.

"I hate this feeling," you softly said, the feeling of discontent and fear settling on your nerves, "I don't know why this is happening, but I want her back safe and sound." Like your mother said previously, Haruna was such a small delicate child who could barely harm anything due to her size. An adorable toddler who hasn't been taught to fear the world or develop a sense of danger. Your fingers keep digging through the clothes of your elbows, wanting to pick the skin off.

"(Name) we will be on the lookout too," Maki said; even though she was always stern, the expression of trouble was painted across her face, but you know exactly why she said that. You remember Maki telling you about her twin sister Mai, who now went to a different college and had a fallout during senior graduation. Maki didn't go into great detail, but you get the picture, her desire to rekindle her with her twin and wanted things to go back to how they used to be. So far, the dream was out of reach; Mai had refused to reconcile at any cost. Maki couldn't do anything other than grant Mai's wish and let it be.

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You couldn't sleep; it was past 1 am; you tossed and turned in bed, waiting for sleep to catch you or just anything. But your eyes drifted to your window and saw sprinkles of snow salting the outside world. You wonder if Haruna is warm or being kept from harm. Pushing yourself up from your bed, your phone lights up. You saw the notification message pop up.

[Sukuna: Open your window. -Sent: 1:47 am]

Rushing out of bed, you went over to it and saw Sukuna, who was waiting for you in the snow; his face was dusted pink from the cold, with the tip of his nose and ears turning red. You didn't see him today since he last texted you hours ago from before, saying he would be gone for a while. But seeing him now is also surreal; you unlatched your window open. Pushing it open, the cold air breeze through the room, and you shook lightly at the temperature.

Sukuna made their way up to your bedroom window; he had no difficulty getting up. Uraume had told Sukuna through a phone call that your little sister went missing, so he ditched any plan he had that day and drove across the city for hours to comfort you. His heavy boots made it inside, and snow littered your floorboard; Sukuna gripped the window sills and heaved his body inside.

The man lets out light puffs of hot air as it evaporates, and the light coat of snow that managed to get him during his ride dusted itself onto your floor also. The first thing Sukuna did was bring you close to him; he refused to let go even when you tense up. It didn't take long for Sukuna to figure out who was behind the kidnapping; with all sorts of connections around him, pulling strings was easy. He felt your arms around him, and you relax gradually, making Sukuna hold you even tighter. He buried his nose into your hair and rubbed a hand against your upper back.

"I'm scared." You confess to him in a horse hush whisper. For some reason, it's easier to talk to Sukuna; you wonder if it was the way you're falling for him without knowing. Or was it the sense of security he brings whenever he's nearby? Perhaps it's both, or you're not sure at this point with your mind jumbled up about your sister's kidnapping.

"And I promise you I would bring her back," using his low gravitating voice, Sukuna guides you back to bed. He settles you inside the seat and sits by the edge of the bed, his eyes looking outside the snow before it flits back at you. Sukuna could see the tiredness in those orbs of yours, how the rims are also red. Even though he waited for a while until you fell into a deep sleep, he brushed your hair away from your face.

Sukuna pulled out his phone when he felt a buzz; what he read made his face instantly sour.

[Unknown: How's the miss you like doing? :) I thought you would like to know about her little sister's well-being; she's obedient after a few scares. -Sent: 2:43 am]

[Unknown: //sent attachment// -Sent: 2:44 am]

Sukuna opens the attachment and sees Haruna sleeping with her body curled up in a corner; they don't even give her proper warmth. He quickly sent the number to Uraume to track the location down but realized it was signal blocked, and he clenched his jaws in dissatisfaction.

[Unknown: I wouldn't do that if I were you, what you do depends on what happens to the pretty miss little sister here. You wouldn't want her to hate you if something terrible happened, right? -Sent: 2:46 am]

Even the number has a tracking service.

[Unknown: Meet me on Christmas Eve, I'll send the location. If you can accomplish this, I'll let you walk home with the little girl as a present for her family. Wouldn't it be great, though, to be more well-liked than before? This could make them in your debt forever, even that woman you have been pining for who knows how long. -Sent: 2:48 am]

If Sukuna could feel the bastard grinning through the phone, he could. The rat keeps slipping through the crack; he would ensure to exterminate it this time. Maybe playing too easy has made this fool too egotistical.

Taking one last look at you, he went out through the same way where he came out.

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You woke up hours later to see it was near 7 am; your mother would've woken you up an hour ago and chastised you for not being up on time. But today, she didn't.

Yawning, you stretch out in bed and suddenly remember that Sukuna was here; you look out to the window and notice it is closed, and there are a few foot towels on the floor to soak up the snow that had melted.

#fan fiction #jujustu kaisen x reader #masterlist #jujutsu kaisen #jjk sukuna #jjk x reader #sukuna ryomen #jjk toji #anime #jjk fanfic #jjk angst #jjk fluff #jjk #jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen ryomen #sukuna x reader #sukuna #sukuna ryomen: as yours (series) #sukuna ryomen x reader

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers West Coast #52: FRAGMENTS of a GREATER DARKNESS

December, 1989

Master Pandemonium reveals the untold secrets of his origin and -- the shocking truth about the Scarlet Witch's children!

Buddy, neither of those secrets will make you look less ridiculous with the lopsided, partially filled in pentagram hole in your tum tum or your ridiculous baby hands.

And I think John Byrne realized that the baby hands didn't quite have the impact he was hoping for because he makes them more grotesque imps on the cover but still look like babies attached to this man's hands in the inside art.

Mistakes have been made but stubbornly we preserve even when we shouldn't.

Speaking of mistakes: a little note to myself. I really should have done this issue to finish up the baby hands saga, then done Atlantis Attacks, then Avengers 311, then Avengers West Coast 53, then Avengers 312.

Sorry. Byrne writing both books means they're vaguely more interconnected than ever and then you have back to back company-wide events. I got mixed up.

And yeah, Wanda goes right from all of this baby hands stuff to being kidnapped and engaged to a snake elder god and then right into Acts of Vengeance. She's having a really bad life.

So last times in Avengers West Coast: Vision disassembled by the government. Put back together but loses his emotions. Wanda tricked by Texas college and pumped full of evil ooze that makes her racist. Later, she brings the robot Human Torch back to life in a fit of pique. Demons attack the Avengers West Coast Compound and while she's fighting Master Pandemonium, her babies get kidnapped. Her teammates don't seem to care but eventually agree to go with her to rescue them. When the Avengers track down Master Pandemonium, they see that he's jammed Wanda's babies onto his arms to be his hands.

The last time summary basically reads as 'shit keeps happening to specifically Wanda.'

This is supposed to be horrific. The previous page describes it as "a heart-wrenching tale of ultimate tragedy" but I am incapable of taking this seriously.

This man -- who was already kind of ridiculous as a character -- jammed babies onto his elbows and declared it makes him unbeatable.

This is his master plan. He is so proud of his accomplishment.

... Is he just going to use tiny baby hands for all manual dexterity tasks from now on? Is he going to pick up a sandwich with their tiny hands and bring it up to his mouth to eat? Is he going to hold a toothbrush with a baby hand and then brush his teeth? Actually, all hygiene tasks are going to be awkward and horrible like this.

THIS IS WORSE IN EVERY WAY THAN JUST HAVING NORMAL HANDS.

Wonder Man cautions that they'll need to be careful fighting Master Pandemonium since he has Tommy and Billy as human shields but Master Pandemonium laughs that Tommy and Billy can't be harmed because they're part of him and he's unbeatable.

Then he makes Tommy hand shoot demonfire with his tinier hands.

Don't try to make me like this through sheer ridiculousness, John.

Iron Man tries blasting Master Pandemonium with a strong enough repulsor blast to destroy an office block but the guy no sells it.

Master P explains he just wanted to use the baby souls to replace what was missing from his (and he chose these specific babies because?) but coincidentally they happened to be two of his missing soul pieces!

Ain't that a lucky break for specifically Master P!

Anyway, he does the thing he does and shoots dozens of demons out of his arms. And guess what? The demons are buffed compared to before because they benefit from him getting 2/5s of his soul back!

Sure, okay.

US Agent orders the Avengers to leap into action and Wasp thinks he sounded almost as impressive as Captain America there.

All he said was "Well, don't just stand there gaping! Demons they may be... but we're Avengers! Lets show 'em what that means!"

You're too easily impressed, Wasp.

Anyway, she shoots at a demon with her Wasp's Sting but the demon explodes into a hundred smaller demons. So Dr Pym pulls out a needle gun and shoots hundreds of needles to shred the wings of the hundred demons.

Damn, Pym. Brutal.

Vision strolls through the horde of demons, confident that his intangibility makes him untouchable.

Then a demon breaks his neck.

Damn. That'd be brutal if it wasn't Vision and if Wonder Man didn't explicitly state in the next panel that Vision can recover from that.

Wonder Man manages to make his way through the demons with less neck breaking than Vision and tackles Master Pandemonium.

He tries to pin Master P's arms at his side so he can't use Billy and Tommy to cast spells but one of the baby hands twists out of his grasp and bites his entire head.

Back on Earth, the Robot Human Torch flies above the Avengers West Coast Compound.

This is. A weird trend, actually. The issue after he was revived, I think he was introduced flying above the Compound and then landing. When he appears in Atlantis Attacks, he's flying above the Compound and then landing.

Is this stock footage?

But in this instance, he was making sure there were no more demons left. He also sees a weird tiny cat dashing into the bushes when he lands but he dismisses it as something to ask about later.

... Did Tigra get out? Dammit, Hank!

Jim Hammond, Robot Human Torch, heads back inside and sees that Agatha Harkness is just staring off at nothing.

So he decides to recap Master Pandemonium's whole deal to Ann Raymond, since she's around and doesn't already know.

You know the deal. Martin Preston (who has the same initials as Master Pandemonium? Wow) was a devil worshiping movie executive (retcon from being an actor) who drunk drove his way into a bad accident that cost his arm. He called for demons or whatever to save him so Mephisto appeared and replaced all of his limbs with demons. For laughs. He also took Martin's soul, ripped it into five and scattered them around the universe. Also for laughs.

Jim Hammond's recap calls the star-shaped hole in Master P's tum tum a "star-shaped scar" and bullshit. That is a whole. It has a suggestion of depth. It was a fight choreography detail that Wonder Man punched through the hole when he was trying to deck Master P.

It's not a scar, John. It's a star-shaped hole in his tum tum. GOD.

Anyway. Ann Raymond says cool story but what the fuck does this have to do with anything? Why is he kidnapping babies?

Agatha Harkness rouses from her weird trance to deliver some retcon exposition.

Remember when Vision dry-humped babies into Wanda because she was channeling a ludicrous amount of magic through her and through magic all things are possible, including spontaneous pregnancy?

Fuck you. Only god can create life.

(It is so fucking weird for Agatha Harkness of all people to say that only god can create life. She's been burned at the stake. Multiple times.)

Anyway, Agatha says that all along, Wanda's babies were "manifestations of Wanda's will. One small step beyond illusion."

How come Dr Strange never noticed if he oversaw the birth?

Stop asking Agatha Harkness questions. She has stuff to do.

To get Jim to shut up with his concerns about the Avengers, she reassures him that she has her cat familiar keeping an eye on them so she'll definitely know if they need help.

Cue the montage of the Avengers needing all the help.

Let's see. Hank has been grabbed by the ghoulies. Wasp is being eaten by a Murloc. US Agent is... blobbed? Iron Man is being bear hugged by an electric vantablack thingie. Scarlet Witch is holding hands with a horrible troll (because she needs to gesture to do stuff). And Wonder Man is being eaten by the baby hand.

Which still looks ridiculous.

Hm. But that might solve the question of how Master Pandemonium is going to eat with toddlers for hands. Maybe he can just eat through them.

Master Pandemonium decides that since absorbing some babies worked out so well, he's going to power up his baby hands by feeding them Wanda's soul.

He's just doing whatever pops into his head.

Dr Pym interrupts and tells Master Pandemonium that there's a huge inconsistency with his story. He says that Tommy and Billy are two of his missing soul pieces but then how come they were born before Master P met Mephisto?

Which... I guess is a date that Hank knows?

Because someone always has to be spying on the Avengers and Immortus already said he can't for this story, Mephisto is spying on things play out. From his throne of agony.

Mephisto smirks to himself that Master Pandemonium has no idea what's really going on.

SO HERE'S THE REAL STORY.

Narrated by Mephisto to No One In Particular.

So, Franklin blew up Mephisto once, back in Fantastic Four #277. I have no idea why the Fantastic Four were fighting A Devil. But Mephisto was eventually able to mostly recombobulate himself.

But missing five pieces of his essence.

(Do you see where this is going?)

Him jamming demons on Martin Preston's limbs and making a star-shaped hole in his tum tum wasn't just for laughs. It was to trick specifically this dude and only this dude no other dudes into searching for the missing Mephisto pieces while thinking it was his own missing soul.

In fact, Martin never lost his soul at all.

Master Pandemonium reacts badly to the news (from Hank, he can't hear Mephisto). He accuses Hank and Wanda of lying.

Anyway, then a portal opens and Jim Hammond the Robot Human Torch strolls out with the last two missing pieces of Master Pandemonium's soul but actually of Mephisto. And he promises to just give them to the dude if he promises the Avengers will be released unharmed.

Master Pandemonium agrees but as soon as Jim hands over the glowy things, he reneges.

Master Pandemonium: "With my soul fully restored, I need not be bound by the promises I give mere mortals! By turning the fragments over to me, you have signed your own death warrant!"

But when he places the last "soul pieces" there's still a piece missing. The center of the star.

And Master Pandemonium gets sucked into that hole.

Somehow.

In fact everything gets sucked into the pentagon shaped hole in his tum tum. The lair, the demons, everything but the Avengers. Leaving them in a blank void.

With Mephisto.

He tells everyone that all the soul pieces - including Billy and Tommy - have been restored to their proper place, ie Mephisto.

Then Agatha's cat digivolves into a bigger, scarier cat and everybody stands around narrating action that's just off-panel.

It is literally that scene from Gravity Falls.

John Byrne is a good comic artist.

Agatha Harkness contacts Wanda MAGICALLY. Wanda frets that Mephisto is going to destroy Ebony but Agatha dismisses her worries because Eboy is made of stronger stuff.

But this is all just a diversion, to buy time for Wanda to resolve this plot.

Agatha commands Wanda to open her mind and soul to her and then I guess something happens.

Something sure happens.

And everybody is back at the Avengers West Coast compound. With Mephisto defeated? Gone? Gotten bored and wandered off? Like, he only showed up two pages ago and he wasn't even starting shit. Ebony started shit.

This isn't a great victory against the devil. This was Agatha slamming the 'end story' button.

It's time for Agatha to Explain It All.

You see, by absorbing Billy and Tommy, Mephisto left a weak point in his defenses because the kids were still tied to Wanda by the spell she used to create them.

AND THEN AGATHA GAVE WANDA MAGICAL AMNESIA ERASING HER MEMORY OF BILLY AND TOMMY

And this, for magic reasons, caused the devil to poof. For a little bit.

Agatha says that Billy and Tommy were never real. Just a hysterical pregnancy that was magically amplified and snagged two of the missing Mephisto pieces as a basis to make imaginary babies out of.

Wasp points out how fucked up it is that Wanda is going to wake up and learn that her babies are forever gone because they were the devil but, see, the amnesia takes care of that.

No pesky questions about missing children or crying over missing children or going on fruitless quests for missing children.

US Agent points out how fucked up it is to make a mother forget her children and Agatha says she's basically a mother figure to Wanda so she knows best.

I don't like this story in all kinds of ways.

Even if I only hated the plot and character direction, the art on this issue is bad. And lazy. Hiding an entire devil vs cat fight scene off-panel and having talking heads just tell us how it's going? For shame.

The action was lackluster. Having the entire team just get rocked by Master Pandemonium instead of being able to put up a fight like previous times.

And it was less interested in telling a good story than undoing previous stories.

The issue ends with a tease of Atlantis Attacks, so Wanda is going to have a terrible time immediately after having a terrible time immediately after having a terrible time immediately after having a terrible time.

Either John Byrne doesn't like Wanda or he's the kind of guy who breaks the things he likes.

I already covered Atlantis Attacks, whoops, so next week more Avengers West Coast as Wanda has a terrible time in Acts of Vengeance.

Follow @essential-avengers to psychically send Wanda Maximoff well wishes and maybe a beverage of choice. Like and reblog to make me happy.

#avengers #essential avengers #west coast avengers #Master Pandemonium #Mephisto #Agatha Harkness #scarlet witch #wonder man #iron man #US Agent #the Wasp #hank pym #dr pym #the vision #robot Human Torch #tigra #teeny little tigra #gratuitous Atlantis Attacks mention #this was bad but at least it's behind me now

[bunnie-bits]

I've had a rly nice time getting to know myself this year (❁´◡`❁)

i had been on hormones already for like 5months but didn't get to explore myself any further bc the relationship i was in didn't rly leave any room for it 😓

but i started to explore myself a bit more in november n we broke up in december so january i was alone but Free 4 the first time in 6yrs (⁠￣⁠ヘ⁠￣⁠;⁠) it was p rough ngl (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) and the first half of the year kicked my ass emotionally bc i was struggling to make some good friends, but things rly turned around 4 me in the second half of the yr and I'm a lot better at being a social bunnie n making friends and i even have a good friend now I'm always excited 2 see (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) I've been wanting 2 know someone i clicked with ever since i moved here but it hadn't happened yet ╮⁠(⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)⁠╭

this has actually been the longest I've gone without being in a relationship before :3c i usually have been in LTRs or had a few consistent fwb i was p sweet to n would have over a lot, but as thirsty as i am on here i haven't actually been trying to get with anyone (☝️😌 yet!) for a while lol.

but it's given me a lot of time to learn about myself n my thots n feelings and desires :3 and i am learning new things all the time (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠) and i can make a fwend when i want to! ₍ ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ ₎ ᶦ ʷᶦˢʰ ᶦ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵒᶠᵗᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵒ.

and then old ladies have been so nicey to me, and i always am feeling prettier n happier w myself (❁´◡`❁) not that i change that fast but i just rly love myself a lot more bc i Know myself a lot more n im rly comfies w who i am. it's been rly lovely settling into this next phase of Me and im happy 2 have my kitty n my friends n all the hobbies i never had time for, and my friends on here have been So sweet n supportive the entire time 🥺💕 i would've been so lost if i wasn't on tumblr thru all that omg (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠) i didn't even have time to second guess myself or be self conscious bc everyone was so nicey 2 me and hyped me up immediately and always!!

being trans just feels v cozy as an experience 👉👈 mm, hm. yeah i realized i was enby in my 6yr relationship then became an enby trans gal during the later half of it too but i didn't rly get to find out What That Means until i left yk? (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) i was just happy that i finally did something besides be upset abt my body (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) but i didn't get to hang n talk w other trans ppl regularly, i barely got to see the friends i Did have (⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠) it was v isolating and getting to finally visibly Be trans and interact with the world that way is like i just got absorbed into a very big loving community and I've also grown 2 love myself n b comfies w myself sm more (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠) i rly feel like Me rn and I'm glad I've grown into this other important side of me. everyone is always so supportive ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

omg like getting she/her'd at work all the time when i use she/they (⁠｡⁠ﾉ⁠ω⁠＼⁠｡⁠) ppl also rly did learn n don't misgender me anymore. aaaakkskdks i have so many feelings i want 2 share them all but it's midnight and i have to eat™™™ (⁠ ⁠･ั⁠﹏⁠･ั⁠) n e ways, hi everybunny how r we? rly happy 2 night (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)🐇💕 i could talk forever 😈

#sleepover talk

[prettyoddfever]

Hello! I saw on your YouTube you said that there are a lot of videos you haven’t posted because they got taken down. You could try using Vimeo to post those videos because they aren’t strict with copyright and things like that. I would love to see some videos I haven’t seen before on there!

I started to do that last year with a couple videos, but then I took them down because I'm nervous about the legality of that... like if it gets straight up removed from youtube during the uploading process then I don't think I should post the full thing anywhere else. I've tried to add very short clips of the best moments from some of those videos into my longer edits, though! but in some cases even a few seconds of just the audio from an interview gets the whole edit blocked. And that seems silly because all of this content used to be available to download on fan sites like nbd... and I especially don't get why the SNL performance gets blocked when the rest of that episode seems to be on youtube just fine.

But it's not like I'm over here sitting on hundreds of videos that aren't online, sorry. There are only maybe 10-20 that haven't worked to upload. I'm missing a tragic amount of content. I really regret not saving more... I never planned to have an account like this where I'd be trying to recap stuff, and I didn't realize things back then were so temporary either. Blame Viacom. Here’s a list of some of the content I think I’m missing so far.

side tangent that’s slightly relevant:

Youtube wasn't that widely used in 2005 when P!ATD started touring. I remember using it more by spring 2006 (and then it was huge by that summer), but for a while fans were most likely to upload their videos from shows to sites that no longer exist, like buzznet. That's why there are only scraps of random videos from fall 2005 left on youtube... and those were often uploaded later from someone who didn't film them. For example, there are a lot of GroveStBrent's videos from a Chain Reaction show in December 2005 left on youtube because that person lost their original files around the end of the Fever era and asked if anyone had saved their videos. Those got collected, put into a zip file, passed around, and then someone put them on youtube. So the fact that there are way more youtube videos from that one show at Chain Reaction than anything else in late 2005 doesn't mean it had any special significance... those videos were just shared at a point when youtube was more commonly used. I think this is important to point out because it seems like some teens these days are under the impression that P!ATD wasn’t very big yet in fall 2005 since there are barely any videos from that season on youtube. The reality is that P!ATD was already quite popular in fall 2005… but youtube wasn’t. 

Anyways, people starting using youtube more as 2006 progressed and there was SO much content shared from shows & interviews during the last half of the Fever era. The problem was that apparently MTV owned a ridiculous amount of the shows/channels that P!ATD was featured on (even stuff like Razer). Viacom sued youtube around the end of the Fever era, which meant a good chunk of the Panic fandom's videos were deleted and some channels were removed for repeatedly trying to re-upload banned content. That's why so many of the Fever-era interviews that are left have an upload date of 2007 or later. And that's why we're left with scraps like that pathetically blurry short clip of Brendon holding Ryan's hand instead of the whole series of those T-Minus Rock episodes. 

Basically, I'm trying to share some basic content that the fandom had in 2006-2008, but I'm also trying to not do anything sketchy. The majority of the videos that I'm missing or just can't upload are tied to Viacom in some way... and it's so sad because what is any company even doing with that footage at this point. 

[discyours]

Hii, i just stumbled upon your blog recently and i wanted to ask you what helped you realize you liked men and how you become okay with it?? I think i'm on the same boat as you (i think i'm a mostly ssa leaning female) but i have like recurring thoughts or feelings like i'm lying to myself and that i have to accept that i'm a homosexual. For context, i don't think i'm repulsed by dick but due to me having some mixed feeling about my hooks ups with men in the past i feel like i'm doomed and that the reason i didn't enjoy them was because they were males instead of other factors (like them being mostly strangers i met at the party, sex being clumsy/bad in general, kinda being dissapointed on the fact that we couldn't do piv because they didn't have a condom, the one time one guy had a condom i kind of felt dissapointed that he had a small p*nis and didn't feel nothing etc) also the second time i actually had piv with one guy he was kind of big and hurted me but i also wanted him to continue?? Like i took a moment to go to the bathroom to piss and then i asked him to continue but then i also wanted him to finish soon so it could be over??? And then i stayed the night at his house and i remember not sleeping one bit because my thoughts were racing like crazy because if i didn't enjoy it then i was a lesbian but i wasn't repulsed by his p*nis only a bit awkward about it and honestly i think it mostly was because i wasn't really that attracted to him?? Like the other times i hooked up with guys although i was drunk (they were too) i definetely was more into it (i don't wanna get more graphic sorry 💀) and i don't know i feel like a walking contradiction and like i'm not making much sense.

Moving on, after that one last time, and ghosting the guy lmao, i got drunk like last december and tried to hook up with another guy at a club?? Like, there is a problem, and it is that i feel most horny when i'm kind of drunk (so you know, like a few drinks in, but i still know what i'm doing i just become more bold) and idk it messes me up that i don't seem to mostly have a libido when i'm sober so when i feel like i'm into a guy when i'm drunk i think maybe it's just a trick of my mind or the alcohol and that it's not real.

Also i have kissed guys before without being drunk and they were okay??? Like again i wasn't repulsed maybe just like whatever.

And maybe this is important info maybe not, but i had like a boyfriend when i was like 11-12 and i remember being okay when we kissed?? Like i wasn't head over heels or anything i guess but i remember doing it and being okay with it, fine even. Long story short, i broke up with him and didn't make out with a guy until i was sixteen at a summer camp and i got interested in a guy only to have his friend hit on me and so i ressignated myself to this guy. We made out and again, i didn't feel repulsed or anything, maybe just a bit strange about it. Funny thing that happened is that after that one time i didn't really wanna have anything to do with this guy and i would even hide from him if i could and felt like he was being too much from the remaining days of that summer camp except for like one day when we kissed again. I must admit that at this moment in time i was aware i liked girls and had already my first crush and kiss with one but i was mostly okay with identifying as bisexual even thought i remember feeling a bit unsure because of my growing feeling for girls, especially my best friend, and i even remember talking with a girl at the summer camp about this, telling her something along the lines of feeling like so much time had passed since i was interested in a guy that i was starting to worry that i only liked girls.

Lastly, i've been into yaoi and later mlm fanfiction since like i was 12-13, and i still read/ship m/m pairings even in rpf and somewhat enjoy the more nsfw fanfics out there so honestly i would feel really confused if i was a lesbian but idk i still feel confused and like my sexuality it's all i can think about and i try to rationalize it but i've been stuck in this since almost two years ago (again, i've had some doubts before, but i would always come back to the bisexual label because i would develop a minor crush on a guy (or at least i think i did idk anymore) but it never was like this bad at a mental level mostly because i felt like probably there were more lesbians out there but since getting into radfem/gender critical and learning that homosexuals/kinsey 6 are more rare it feels worse, like being a lesbian it's lonelier and i can't relate to osa women and there's a lot of homophobia because most people my age buy into the tra nonsense of gender etc etc and also because i don't feel like my teenage years also really make sense if i'm a lesbian?? But maybe i'm making things up?? And sometimes the idea of being a lesbian makes me wanna d*e but that's just internalized homophobia and i get by either telling myself it is what it is and i could learn to accept myself or kind of forgetting about it for a few days and i pretend (or not) that i find men attractive only to later come back crashing down.

Anyways, sorry for the rambling, i don't have anyone in real life i feel like i could discuss this with so i have to turn to strangers on tumblr. I feel like i just needed to vent a bit even if i feel like i could expand on this a lot more (i know, seems impossible) 💀 Also, sorry for any possible mistakes, english is not my first language

Have a good day!

Posted, I hope you don't mind I answered in a seperate post

#anon

[s-the-seething-songbird-2]

Logs for Thomas, Part 2: #4

Song stuck in my head: "Be Alright" by Dean Lewis

I woke up this morning with a terrible amount of anxiety in my gut. For most of today, I've just felt upset, scared, and a little nauseous.

Then, a little bit before writing this, I realized that today is the day we confessed our love for each other exactly five years ago. November 14th.

It's crazy to think about. I know how long ago it was. Ages have passed, and my life is so different now. Apparently, my body doesn't care.

It was so scary, and so wonderful, and I had... such high hopes for what would come after.

It literally could not have ended worse XD

Before I even realized the date, I also couldn't stop mulling over memories of that whole mess. I thought maybe I was just having a Bad Brain Day--and truth be told, that could still be the case; maybe the date is just a coincidence--but the date explains a lot. This has happened to me every year since then. November 14th is a rough day for me, as is December 23rd. The latter is significantly worse, at least, so I have that going for me (until then).

God, I hate the holidays.

I don't hate you, if that wasn't already clear. I never did. I can't.

I've been thinking about everything that went down with Shay this year. The idea of you hating me just doesn't match up with things you've said in the past. Then again, there are many things you've said that contradict with the things you've done.

But maybe thinking about it over and over is just going to drive me crazy.

It hurts, Thomas. I'm so hurt. I'm so hurt, and confused, and there's so much I would give just to talk to you again. Yes, nonplatonic things happened between us, obviously, but what I'm most upset about is that I've lost a friend, someone who was there for me for years and years.

Even back when I was in high school, when you'd call me stupid, insult my (former) religion, or make fun of my appearance, there was always a part of me that wanted, needed, you to like me, to be proud of me.

You said you were... You said you were proud of me. How can you be proud of me and hate me at the same time?

I know that, tomorrow, a lot of these feelings will dip back under the surface, and I'll be able to feel normal again, but waiting for those hours and minutes to tick is maddening.

One moment--I'm cooking d*nner, and I have to strain the p*sta.

Okay, I'm back!

Sorry, I know it seems silly to censor those words, but based on what Shay--and you, come to think of it--have said about y'alls sensitivities about f*od, I figured it was better to be safe than sorry.

Also, the weirdest thing happened to me a few minutes ago. I had already opened a can of p*sta sa*ce to add to the sp*ghett* literally moments before, but after writing one of these paragraphs and returning to what I was doing with dinner, I... completely forgot how to use the can opener?

Warning, boring rambling ahead. Skip to the blue asterisk to bypass.

Thomas, I've been using manual can-openers for years, especially more recently, since I've agreed to cook for my partners and their kids two nights out of every week (my girlfriend was overexerting herself both at work and at home, so we came to a consensus so she's less stressed out). But all of a sudden, it was really hard to twist the thingy correctly, and the lid wouldn't budge, save for a few dents in the can. And then I realized I was holding it upside-down. Except, I wasn't, because I tried it the other way, and that didn't work either.

I paced around the kitchen and got very irritated, wondering what the hell was going on.

Then, after taking some deep breaths, I tried again, and... I did it?

Look, I'm used to forgetting a variety of things--trauma does that--but this seemed excessive, even for me.

I got really freaked out for a minute or two because one of my biggest fears is developing early-onset Alzheimer's/dementia/etc., but I still had to finish making d*nner, so I put that thought on the backburner for a bit and finished what I was doing.

But then I noticed something else: I left a mess. I may not be the most organized person in the world, but this was on another level. I could barely even pour the strained n*odles back into the pot, so 1/3 of it was just strewn out on the stove, like a fresco of shitty m*c*roni art. And that doesn't even mentioned the sauce splatters all over the counter, among other things. I was even having trouble opening the can of br*sch*tta s*as*ning, and it's literally just a matter of opening the right side of the lid, which I did incorrectly several times.

Then, I wanted to clean everything up before setting the table, but I just... didn't have it in me? Every time I've made d*nner since I agreed to this deal, I've cleaned up after myself. Every time.

How did I forget all of these adult responsibilities so quickly? It was just, like,,, POOF, gone.

*And then I realized that these were all problems I used to have back in 2018, around the same time the affair started, when I was (bodily) 17 and just starting to learn how to cook.

So... it would appear that these mental/emotional flashbacks haven't stopped yet. -_-

That was frustrating--and unnerving. But I suppose this is further confirmation that our brain is still really fucked up over the whole thing.

I'll be alright, I promise.

Shit, I have to go now

-S

#logs for thomas #11/14/23

[transmasc-slykinnie]

Tw gr**ming, s*icide mentions, ab*sive friendships, manipulative behavior

I was gr**med by @jazzthesapphicqueen part 1 (this will be in parts because I am very exhausted and emotionally damaged by all of this and I have been friends with her for a whole year so there's a lot to process)

I used to be enbynoizkinnie and have deleted my blog multiple times and that ties into this, I met Jazz soon after I was gr**med by helios because she was already one of my moots, we first became friends because she asked for the full picture of a ns/fw drawing I did in dms and I gave it to her (she clarified that she was 17 at the time so I thought it was okay to he her friend, which oh yeah btw she like just turned 18 in december btw so funfact ig). We later moved to discord because I wanted to get to know her better and be her friend and already she was very guiltrippy towards me or very self loathing and whenever I had offered help or comfort she never really denied it but never said she wanted it and when she just kept saying how she "didn't deserve it", I am saying this to give an example of what kind of person she is because she'd constantly say that and make situations where I was hurt about her. There are multiple periods in the span I've been friends with her where I have almost k*lled myself because how ab*sive she was towards me (thus why I have deleted my account so many times, I just wanted to be forgotten) and for a time she had brought out the absolute worst in me and for awhile made me as bad as her, I am not a saint with how I was with her but I wasn't anywhere near as bad as her. I will admit her behaviors had heavily influenced mine and for awhile I couldn't stop traumadumping, guiltripping, and being codependent on her. Thing is I have brought myself out of that cycle myself and I've realized how fucking awful she was to me. Now onto the gr**ming, this is out of order but the most recently she has sent me porn and turned conversations s*xual and hinted at/coerced me into drawing p*rn for her. I haven't said my actual age publicly before in this fandom because I knew i would've gotten booed off but I started my account(enbynoizkinnie) at 14, I was 15 when Jazz did all this and now I am 16. So just for reference here, she is 17 almost turning 18 and im still 15

I need to make another post rq because I have more screenshots, these are all the ones I have right now and please be patient with me I still am having to process this and even now there are things I don't want to process. Also she was fully aware of my age and didn't really care.

I'll be reposting this with more images of her being vulgar/predatory at me and being aware of my age. And coercing me for free p*rn art and even sending me p*rn

#dmmd #dramatical murder #jazzthesapphicqueen #enbynoizkinnie #i dont know what else to tag

[fsketchart]

Blind Date - Daminette December

Hey, I'm sorry no tag list again.  I've got into some heated arguments today and I've been crying like crazy all day, so I'm sorry.  This prompt is rushed and written the day of, so I'm really sorry if it's rushed. Also, if anything is factually incorrect I deeply apologise!  For the dog, I'm just basing them off my Grandma's service dog so please bear with me! The dog isn't heavily included, I was intending to at first but nrndkendkndke yeah.  Also thank you Mari when I saw your Daminette December posts I remember I forgot mine so yayyyy- @noirdots

BLIND DATE

Damian walked down the street, heading to the local coffee shop.  He was needed back at the manor by Dick sometime in the afternoon but he wasn't gonna let that get in the way of his morning coffee.  Ever since he got his first taste, he was hooked. He kept his right hand in his pocket and the left to carry his bag and his belongings.  He wasn't in a good mood that day, and he needed to get some coffee to wake himself up.

When Damian arrived, he noticed the coffee shop was jam packed.  He knew he hadn't been able to stop by in awhile, but he still wasn't expecting such a long line.

Working as a barista, a short girl with black hair tied into low pigtails and bright blue eyes was running around.  She was jumping and running left and right trying to catch up to all the orders, but the customers seemed to think it was cute and didn't seem to mind all that much.  Alongside her was a dog who had a vest on his back. Damian didn't bother to see the dogs vest and just continued to the counter.

When Marinette saw him, she rushed over.

"Welcome to the Mini Miracles cafe!  How can I help you?"

"I'll take a coffee," Damian said.  He started describing his order and she just nodded along.  The dog beside her watched, and was alert. He examined Damian before continuing to look around the cafe.  It was then that Damian remembered that no dogs were allowed in the cafe. He would know, he had tried to take his own to the cafe before, but was shut down and asked to leave.

"Is that all?" Marinette asked.  Damian looked down at her and decided it was better to keep his mouth shut.  He didn't want to say something he'd regret. She seemed like a sweet girl, and so Damian held his tongue.

"Yes."

"Alright!  Coming right up!"

Damian sat by his usual seat with his bag and laptop.  Soon enough, the short barista came rushing back to the front.

"Here you go!" Marinette said, as she placed his coffee down.  Besides the coffee, she placed a cookie wrapped in a bag.

"I didn't order this?" Damian said, blushing slightly.

"You seemed a little down, and besides, I think I recognize you.  You're Dick's little brother right?" Damian's eyes widened in surprise.

"How did you know?"

"He's shown me picture.  He talks about you an awful lot.  He's mighty proud of you," she said with a sweet and sincere smile.

"You know my brother?"

"Of course!  I design a lot of his suits for meetings and business," she said.

Damian paused for a moment before suddenly remembering.  "Oh, you're Marinette Dupain-Cheng then, right?"

"Yup!" Marinette said, popping the p.

Damian held out his hand shook her hand.  "My name is Damian." Marinette waved goodbye and began to tend to the rest of the customers.

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As Damian worked, his mind kept drifting back to Marinette.  He remembered Dick blabbering on and on about her and her designs, and she seemed sweet enough in the stories.  But as Damian looked down at the cookie in his hand (the coffee long forgotten) he couldn't help but be a little intrigued.  She seemed sweet enough, and Damian figured he might as well get to know who really is the girl Dick has been blabbering on about.

Marinette returned, when Damian waved her over.  He pulled out his wallet, and handed her an extra large tip.  When Marinette tried to refuse, he held up a hand.

"Thank you for the coffee and the cookie.  Have a wonderful day." Damian stood up to leave, and Marinette awkwardly waved goodbye.

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For weeks, this continued.  Each time, Damian smiled just a bit more and Marinette seemed to laugh just a bit more.  Eventually, they couldn't stop talking to each other, the point where Damian's coffee, was often left forgotten.  Damian was feeling nervous about asking for her number, and was beginning to get anxious. Was it too soon? Not soon enough?  Damian couldn't decide.

Yet again, Damian walked into the cafe.  Marinette's dog barked twice when he entered and Marinette looked towards the door.  Damian greeted Marinette, and her smile and eyes brightened upon hearing his voice.

They chatted for a bit, as Marinette prepared his usual coffee.  Just as he was about to leave, Damian paused. Marinette waited, curiously.

"Would...would you be interested in going on a date?" Damian asked, a little red but refusing to break eye contact.

Marinette seemed a little surprised, but smiled.  "Sure, what were you thinking?"

"Uh, perhaps a movie?  I heard the live action remake of, 'Billy Bob the Wild Cowboy,' had some horrible voice acting and singing and whatnot, but I heard the graphics and animations were what really saved the movie.  I saw the trailer and the graphics were fantastic, I'm positive you'll love them."

Marinette paused.  She then burst out into giggles.

Damian just turned bright red and was about to apologise when Marinette held up her hand.

"Sorry sorry!  It's just…" Marinette tried to get her giggling under control.  "You realize I'm blind right? I thought I told you?"

Damian just paused.

And then began to profusely apologise.  Marinette just giggled as shook her head.

"It's alright!  Relax. I'm not angry!  Honest."

"But-"

"No, really.  Maybe we can work something out.  Text me?"

"I don't have your number…"

"I've..I've been putting it on a couple of your coffee cup with call me or text me on them?"

And sure enough, when Damian looked down at his coffee, he saw Marinette written on there with her number, with a hearted i.  Damian wanted to hit his head on a walk.

"Really do you wanna do a special date because you're blind or-"

"Woah I'm gonna have to stop you right there.  I don't need special accommodations. I already have my seeing eye dog, trust me I'm good.  If I have issues or need help, I'll let you know. I might be blind but I'm not helpless," Marinette said, and gave him the thumbs up.  Damian nodded.

"I uh I'll text you?"

"Yup!"

"Alright well, uh...bye?" Damian said, while trying to walk backwards to the door while doing finger guns.  While walking backwards, he hit his head on the door. Scrambling, he rushed out the door, his face red with embarrassment.  Marinette just giggled and went back to work, eager to see a text on her phone when she got home.

Bonus :

Kindness is a language the deaf can hear and the blind can see.

I'm sorry if anything is inaccurate.  Feel free to alert me if you know if I got anything incorrect.  Thanks for reading.

Below is a blushy Damian stick figure. Yay.

#daminette #marinette x damian #maridami #daminette december

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Oblivious Part 2

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You start to realize that you maybe have new feelings for Peter

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Days had passed since you found out Peter liked you. Seeing him after was awkward, neither of you really knew what to say. And you may have been blaming yourself for why it was that awkaward. 

Because as fate would have it. 

You had a problem.

A big problem.

Since that night 7 days ago, you couldn't get Peter off your mind. It was like a switch had been flipped and you were suddenly noticing him. Like really noticing him. Like the way he blushed when he did something mildly embarrassing. How humble he was in every sense of the word, he was a genius and he knew it, but not once had he ever looked down on someone for not knowing something. The way his eyes lit up when someone talked about old movies. And then you noticed how attractive he actually was. He had a cute face, you've always thought that, and you knew he was strong. But now you were beginning to find yourself becoming increasingly attracted to him (MJ had even found you checking him out on more than one occasion). So you couldn't help but make things feel increasingly awkward around him. You were starting to figure out your own feelings towards the boy and then reality hit.

"Holy shit." You hissed, once Ned and Peter got up to get lunch, leaving you and MJ.

"What?"

"Tonight's my date with Jason."

MJ raised an eyebrow, "And you forgot?"

"Yes! Oh my god." You continued to panic.

MJ shut her book, "Okay, let me get this straight. You forgot you had a date with Jason, when he's all you've been talking about for months now, after Peter tells you he likes you."

You narrowed your eyes, "I feel like this is a trap." 

"F/N."

"Alright! Fine, I don't really know what I feel anymore. I've completely forgot Jason even exsisted because all I can think about it Peter, and I don't know what to do anymore."

"...I don't know what you want me to say. This sounds like something you need to figure out on your own."

"Ugh, thanks for nothing." You muttered. "...Okay, this is what I'll do. I'll go on the date and then I'll just break it off tomorrow."

"So, you're still gonna go out with him?"

"Yeah, he-"

Peter and Ned had come back and sat down across from you and MJ. Peter had a frown on his face, and you instantly knew he overheard part of your conversation. The rest of the lunch period was uncomfortable. Peter hadn't really said anything, MJ almost never speaks anyway, so the period consisted of you and Ned trying to make things less awkward. But thankfully the period eventually ended and you all went to your respective classes.

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You sighed as you threw your backpack into a corner of your apartment. School had been exhausting to say the least. It's funny how just last week you felt like you were on the top of the world. The boy you had been crushing on had asked you out, but now you felt like a dumb teenager trying to sort out her feelings for her best friend.

And now you had to get ready for your date.

You and Jason had agreed to go to the mall. Where you'd probably just grab dinner and shop around together. You weren't as excited as you were a week ago so you decided you'd just change into just casual clothing. What was the point of looking your best when you were just going to dump him the next day. You felt bad, of course you did. Jason liked you but now you had Peter consuming your thoughts 24/7 and it was getting really tiring. You weren't sure if you wanted to be in a relationship with him, but you wouldn't say no to dating a little. Coming to that conclusion was tough because picturing yourself actually being romantically involved with him was very different, he'd always just been your dorky best friend. But the longer you thought about, you started to like the idea more and more. You just needed an extra push. You walked into your living room and fell on your couch, and let out an exasperated sigh into a pillow. Your mom, who you didn't even notice, sat in a chair with her laptop on her lap and started laughing.

"What's got you all worked up (N/N)?" Your mom asked.

"Life." Came your muffled reply.

"I thought you had a date with that boy tonight, why are you upset?" 

You usually told your mom everything, but you couldn't bring yourself to talk about Peter, it just felt weird to get all your thoughts out in the open about the topic. "It's hard to explain."

"Try me."

"I don't wanna say."

"It'll make you feel better, plus who am I gonna tell?"

"Ughh fine." You sat up on the couch. "It's about.... It's about Peter."

"Did you guys have a fight?"

"N-no, he- he kinda told me he likes me."

Your moms eyes widened, "When did this happen?" Your mom had been you and Peter's biggest shipper. You never quite understood it.

"Last Friday."

"And you didn't tell me!?"

"No cause I knew you were gonna be weird about it and I had to think about it."

"What did you tell him."

"I told him I wasn't interested, but I dunno anymore..."

Your mother raised her eyebrow, "You don't know?"

"N-no. I mean yes he's cute, and yes he's nice, and we're both nerds and we get along so well together but..."

"But?" Your mom urged.

"He's my best friend!" You exclaimed, frustratedly. "I grew up with him and what if we do go out and we break up, then I would've lost my best friend. And we've been friends for so long and I don't know how I'd even go about starting a relationship with hi-."

"(F/N)." Your mother cut you off, "Your problem sounds similar to a problem I had in high school."

You looked at her confused, "You liked your best friend."

Yes."

"What'd you do?"

"I married him." A look of realization crossed your features as you waited for your mom to continue. "Falling in love with your best friend is a weird experience. I didn't know if it'd work out at first either, but once we got past the awkward stage it was so easy. We already knew everything about each other and we just understood each other so well. So, if you like Peter and he likes you, try it out. And I've seen you two together since you were 5, I don't think there's any way for the two of you not to be friends, even if it doesn't work out."

"So you think I should give him a chance."

"Of course, he's a good kid. So go cancel your date, because I haven't heard you say a single word about him all week so i doubt he was that important to begin with, and go talk to Peter."

"Okay.. thanks." You mumbled.

Your mom smiled in return and went back to work on her laptop as you walked to your bedroom. You pulled out your phone and texted Jason, and after about 30 minutes of trying to think of the nicest way of letting him down you came up with.

'I'm so sorry, but Im not sure if we should go out. Something came up.'

After about 5 minutes your phone vibrated.

'Is it Peter?'

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion and typed back.

'Yeah'

'Then I understand, good luck.'

Okay, you definitely weren't expecting that, but whatever, you'd take it.

You then decided to text Peter.

'Can we talk tonight?'

A reply came seconds later.

'Sure, but don't you have a date?'

'I'll explain everything later, just come to my apartment at 7. My mom and dad will be out.'

'Alright'

Your heart was racing as you typed the messages. It was only 5 now so you had 2 hours before he would show up. You decided to figure out what you'd tell him, you rehearsed it in your head over and over, and before you knew it there was a knock at your front door.

You swung the door open, revealing a nervous Peter.

"Hey," you greeted and opened the door wider to let him in.

He nodded his head slightly at your greeting and headed to your living room. You shut the door and followed after him. "Soo, what did you want to talk about." Peter asked nervously as he sat down on your couch. You pulled a chair over so you were sitting across from him.

"I wanted to talk about what happened last Friday."

He sighed, "Listen (F/N), I get it that you don't feel the same, I don't know if I can handle being rejected twice."

"No it's- it's not that Pete."

Peter furrowed his eyebrows, "Then what is it."

"I've been thinking a lot, and I've come to realize that I'm not completely opposed to dating you." 

Peter stiffened and his eyes widened, before he relaxed and said sadly, "Seriously, it's okay, don't force yourself to like me if you don't, neither of us want that."

"No!" You exclaimed, "I'm not kidding Peter, you're the only person I can think about right now. You've been consuming my thoughts 24/7 and I'm freaking out!"

Peter chuckled a little, "Now you know how I've felt for 6 months."

"See! And you say things like that, and i don't know what to do. I like you, I'm really sure I do but I'm just so confused and I don't know how to deal with these feelings, because we've been friends for so long."

"Well what do you want?"

"I want to give us a chance, but I'm scared."

"Would it help if I told you how I feel about you?"

"Yes, please I need help."

"Okay, well." Peter grabbed your hands and held it in his. You looked at Peter with a blush on both your faces. "I p-panicked at first too. It happened after Liz left, and all through October and November was when my crush on you really started to grow. I started to notice every little thing about you, the way you stuck the tip of your tongue out when you were concentrating or like when you would bite your thumb nail when you were nervous. I started to admire e-everything about you. You're determined and your strong a-and I could easily list off a ton of things but it'd take too long."Peter chuckled before continuing, "I knew that it was more than a crush one night in December. We were having a movie night, and we were watching Harry Potter because you got tired of watching Star Wars and you were so insistent that we watch Harry Potter, I realized I couldn't say no to you and the way you smiled when I gave in just made my heart race." Peter smiled ear to ear at the memory.

You stared at him with puppy dog eyes, realizing more and more that you did want a relationship with the boy in front of you.

"And later that night." He said looking down at both your hands together before continuing. "It had to be about 1 am, Ned and MJ were passed out, and I had woken up from the TV, and I just found you curled up in my side, fighting off how tired you were trying to stay awake to watch Harry Potter, and I don't know, I just felt so weak for you. It was so simple but you felt so warm and you looked so cute, I realized that I wanted you more than just a friend and it felt so right. And then Monday came along and that was when-"

"Jason." You breathed out.

"Yeah, Jason had just moved here. And I remember the way you looked at him, you were like caught in a trance. And I knew I was screwed cause that was the same way I looked at you. I was so confused after, cause I thought that you maybe liked me back, but you didn't, so I tried to get over you but it just got worse, and I know we're young and don't really know what love is but I feel like I'm in love with you." 

Peter looked up but was met with your soft lips on his. Peter widened his eyes in excitement before letting them close shut. You were now standing up, leaning over him with one hand on his jaw and the other behind his neck. His hands went up to rest on your waist. The kiss quickly became deeper and a little rougher. He pulled you down so that you were laying on the couch and he was now above you. The kiss was passionate as both your lips fought for dominance, but unfortunately it didn't last long.

The door to your apartment was opened as both your parents walked in, you both pulled away quickly and were on opposite sides of the couch.

'Oh shit'

"Well I'm glad to see you two worked things out." Your mom said with a laugh looking at your disheveled forms.

Your dad looked a mixture between pissed but also very slightly relieved (probably because he trusted Peter). "I'm gonna go pretend I never saw that. Peter I like you but if I catch you with my daughter like that again you better run."

Peter gulped, "Y-yes sir."

"Um- I'll walk him out." You said quickly and pulled him along with you.

You stood outside your apartment door, and looked at Peter with a bright smile and hugged him. Peter wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. "By the way I take it back." You said, "You are the sweetest and handsomest guy I've ever met."

Peter smiled back down at you and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

#peter parker x y/n #peter parker x you #peter parker x reader #peter parker #spiderman x reader #spider man: homecoming #spiderman #spiderman x you #avengers x you #avengers x y/n #avengers #marvel #tom holland imagine #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland

[mephsation]

Heyyy babe, it's me again. First, how's your day going? Everything good? Second... Since the beginning of "Heartbeat" you had the chapter count set on 4 chapters, but then, you "blessed" your public with two more chapters. Would you explain us how the original outline was? What specific scenes where added? Maybe some that didn't make the cut?

Hello! Haha, thanks for asking. I got nine hours of sleep, which happens rarely, so it’s already going great. And how is your day? :P

The original plan for Heartbeat was maybe 30k words, if that. I wanted to do something quick but fun for Cellar as a nice birthday gift that would be done within the month of December. That clearly didn’t work out! But, since it was just supposed to be quick, I really only wanted to cover how things might have been in a universe where the main difference was vampires being real. How they met, how they’d deal with one of them being a vampire, whether or not there’d be biting… But when I finished the third chapter, the universe kept growing in my mind. The scene in 1893 NYC was originally an offhanded thought about the kinds of people Shane would have met in his long life. But it kept getting bigger and bigger and I had to write it down. I originally wasn’t going to post it, but cellar and soft-cryptids both told me to go through with it, so if you liked that chapter, you have them to thank for it!

And, as the month got a little hectic and I had no time to write, but time to think, I realized that I did have something of a plot that could be tied up. And people apparently joy fluff, so a couple extra chapters were a great opportunity to add some. (I never thought I’d write a sick fic. But there we go.)

That was a bit long winded, but hopefully it was sort of interesting!

Thank you so much for you interest :)

#Answering asks #My fic #My writing #farfalaracine #cellard0ors #soft-cryptids

[qu33nofh3ll]

Do you know if there are any police around? Cause I’m about to steal your heart. Yeah I'm making this a tradition haha this year I'll be SLC1 you know why ;P Sorry I didn't start yesterday! I hadn't realized it was December already haha oops. -SLC1 🔥

I okay girl!! ❤️❤️ I love youuu

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Man Utd News: Solskjaer shows moody Mourinho how it’s done: This tour is so different to last year

The Ole Gunnar Solskjaer closed his pre-match press conference for Thursday's match against Tottenham in Shanghai, he looked at the top table at a young interpreter who had just finished translating his last answer for the Chinese media. "I cannot confirm what she said is good, but I think she deserves an applause," said the manager of Manchester United .

His mandatory audience and Solskjaer smiled as he walked for the burning heat and humidity of the training field at the Yuanshen Sports Center, joking with his former teammate Wes Brown on the way out.

It was a well-known scene on the tour of United by Perth Singapore and Shanghai this summer and one that can no longer differ from the tone of a miserable and moody Jose Mourinho put in the US a year ago. It left Mourinho at odds with his employers and led to a series of events that led to his resignation in December.

Solskjaer, on the other hand, hopes his performances here – they have defeated Perth Glory, Leeds United and Inter Milan without conceding a target for the Spurs competition – they will much better shape for the new season. United prepares to go home, Sportsmail watches two very contrasting tours.

Ole Gunnar Solskjaer set up a tone of optimism the pre-season tour of Manchester United

MOOD

One senior United civil servant described Mourinho's downfall at United as & # 39; dead by a thousand cuts & # 39 ;. In the end he had done so much to let himself be fired that he just had to go.

There is little doubt that the deepest cut was inflicted on the US tour last summer and an extraordinary day in Michigan after United was beaten by Liverpool in the Big House with 4-1

In a cruel attack after the game, Mourinho claimed that fans could better stay away from such meaningless and friendly, the club criticized a lack of new signing sessions and moaned about the number of players from the first team available to him after the game. Worldcup.

United torrent pre-season was encapsulated last year by their 4-1 drubbing against Liverpool

It was crucial that Mourinho shut off the young players who had played alongside the star turn Alexis Sanchez. & # 39; Do you want him to be happy with the players he has around him? & # 39; At a club like United, so proud of their youthful development, which was seen as unforgivable.

A sour Mourinho had already collided with Paul Pogba in LA after refusing to praise the Frenchman for winning the World Cup, instead choosing to remind him that he now has the same effort and focus to United. It was typical of his negative thinking.

Although United had allowed Mourinho's wish to visit the US for the second time in a row and settle in Beverly Hills, it was not enough. The Portuguese coach cut a miserable figure during a joyless journey that set the tone for the next six months.

After ensuring that everyone would stay in Beverly Wilshire last summer, the Mourinho coaching team and the players booked The Assembly while other staff were staying at the Marriott.

Mourinho made players feel uncomfortable and not would allow them to enjoy their free time

They were concerned about socializing at night in case Mourinho saw them in a bar during one of his nightly walks. When he spoke to them the next morning, they realized that he would be closer than normal to see if he could smell alcohol in their breath.

By the time the tour had blown from Michigan to Miami, the envoy Mourinho had reached the breaking point. & # 39; This is true! & # 39; he could be heard screaming in his cell phone during a conversation in the lobby of the St Regis Bal Harbor hotel.

Fast forward 12 months and it is an infinitely happier United camp. Solskjaer also does not have all the new signing sessions he wants, but the Norwegian has taken it much better in his heart than his predecessor.

& # 39; I have not had any frustrated feeling at all, "he said Wednesday before the spurs game. We need to be patient. I believe in these players and I am sure we can do well. & # 39;

Solskjaer didn't get all the players he wanted this summer, but he believes in their current harvest

For United, Solskjaer is the opposite of Mourinho; a clubman who will never rock on the boat. There is of course no guarantee for success, but the toxic atmosphere that flooded United years ago has long since disappeared.

The new manager lacks discipline but has allowed his players to socialize more on tour. At Nobu in Perth, Aaron saw Wan-Bissaka, Dan James, and Scott McTominay stand on a chair during a team night and sing to their teammates as part of an initiation ceremony. On a day off, some players went shopping while Pogba and Victor Lindel visited the beach at Cottesloe.

Staff could be seen at night while having fun in the early hours at the casino at their luxury Crown hotel. Solskjaer and his coaching staff – Mike Phelan, Michael Carrick and Kieran McKenna – have created a sense of unity that contrasts sharply with last summer.

PROBLEMS

This tour is not without its issues. When United flew from Manchester with their luxury 88-seater jet to Manchester earlier this month, there was genuine concern that Pogba would not report for his service after stirring for a move and telling teammates he would stay away.

the Frenchman appeared properly and a situation that caused a great drama has largely disappeared, despite the efforts of his agent Mino Raiola. Pogba seems to have accepted that he stays and played well in each of the first three games.

However, Romelu Lukaku still has to perform due to an ankle injury that coincided with negotiations on the move to Inter Milan. Solskjaer, however, has taken Lukaku's absence into account, although it would be better for both parties to have his future resolved as quickly as possible.

United feared that Paul Pogba would not appear, but midfielder reported properly for season requirement

Pogba seems to have accepted he will stay in United and has played well in his ga mes

The other problem to hit United during this tour was the fear of health that led to spar-st team coach Mark Dempsey being hospitalized in Perth. The issue was dealt with promptly and sensitively by United, who arranged for Dempsey to return home.

Solskja's positive approach could not be much different than Mourinho who seemed to be pampered with a fight on every occasion in the US. None other than Anthony Martial who left the camp to be in Paris at the birth of his second child.

The two men were already at odds after Mourinho had made it clear that he wanted to sell the Frenchman his plate against the wishes. He was furious with Martial & # 39; s flash to France, and a problem that could have been dealt with more privately threatened to get out of hand.

The manager was already dissatisfied with the absence of so many players from the first team, and that only got worse when Sanchez was unable to fly out with the rest of the team at the start of the tour due to a visa problem.

TRAINING

Despite the easy nature training regime of Solskjaer United players are exposed more heavily than anything they have experienced under Mourinho.

There were 14 double sessions during nine days during the main training camp in Perth. High intensity runs increase by 50 percent to try to prepare the team for a very urgent game. The total distance traveled has increased by 10 percent. Solskjaer was surprised by the lack of conditioning of the players when he replaced Mourinho who in turn blamed his fitness coach Stefano Rapetti.

United has since been unable to train with the same intensity in the heat of Singapore and Shanghai. move from Perth, but there have been no complaints. Compare that with Mourinho's mood when the club traveled through China in 2016 during its first preseason.

When his pre-conference in Shanghai had to be moved due to the suffocating heat in the building, the new United boss sulked at the side of the field and had to be persuaded to come by and talk to the waiting media.

It was the form of things that came as Mourinho made in secret of what he thought about the facilities in China – and that was even before the Manchester derby in Beijing was canceled about the state of the field.

RESULTS

Nobody gets too carried away with preseason races. They are rarely a good indication of what will happen once the real business starts. But the ominous signs on tour last summer give an accurate picture of what would follow.

After an underwhelming draw with Club America in Phoenix and San Jose Earthquakes, a powerful United AC defeated Milan 9-8 on penalties in LA and ended with an encouraging 2-1 win over Real Madrid. But that 4-1 defeat to Liverpool in Michigan caused serious damage on and off the field.

So far this summer it has been relatively easy. United has won all three games and defeated Perth Glory 2-0, Leeds 4-0 and Inter Milan 1-0, preparing for Spurs. Solskjaer has the advantage of an almost complete team and two new acquisitions in Aaron Wan-Bissaka and Dan James, while the rise of teenage striker Mason Greenwood has been the biggest plus of all.

The collapse of last season after such a promising start under the former Cardiff manager is still fresh in the memory, and it would be reasonable to say that the jury is still at Solskjaer. But at least United head home in a positive state of mind this time.

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