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sassafras--manson · 3 months

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Tagged by my friend @weirdness-is-good to do 15 questions and tag 15 friends 👽

1. Are you named after anyone?

my first name’s from a non recurring character in a soap opera my mom had watched since she was like 14. she swore that’s what she’d name her first girl and kept it a secret so no one could steal it for That Long (and i have 2 older brothers and i’m rly glad they weren’t girls cuz idk who i’d be without this name) // my middle name is after a close family friend that i rly don’t know much about, other than seeing a photo of her holding me as a baby. she passed when i was super young so i never met her when i was any older. i should ask my dad about her.

2. When was the last time you cried?

i’ve started coming off my ssri so i been at least tearing up if not full on wailing every day of january so far hahaha effexor withdrawals are no fuckin joke

3. Do you have kids?

i could see myself fostering kids some day. otherwise being the cool aunt is perfect for me (and i just got a brand spankin new niece on the 12th!)

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

i did gymnastics/dance, basketball, track, and cheerleading growin up. i wanna get back into gymnastics/dance classes tho (i wanna do pole dance so bad) cuz my muscle memory and flexibility without practicing or stretching is still crazy

5. Do you use sarcasm?

fosh

6. What's the first thing you notice about someone?

their style and like their attitude

7. Eye color?

green

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

i love scary movies and movies that get me all soul searchy and weird, but sometimes you need something happy that’s not that deep. i just love movies. i should keep a letterboxd. i got one and just never use it cuz i haate ranking/scoring things. but i watch so many movies

9. Any talents?

turning cigarettes into smoked cigarettes 😤

but fr i’m a pretty decent singer. some friends’ band broke up recently so a couple of them and i are talkin bout startin a band where i get be somewhere between a punk and the 80s hair metal star of my dreamsss

10. Where were you born?

in a small hospital in a snowstorm

11. Hobbies?

goin to shows a lot. stick n poke tattooing. i wanna do every art n craft imaginable. but mostly i take film photos (i wanna take more AT shows but i get self consciouss), make jewelry, paint, upcycle clothes. watchin movies (usually while i’m doin art). one of these days i hope i’ll start writin poetry again like i used to but it feels awful far away as a concept

12. Any pets?

2 black cats, my fluffy lil spunky lady Elvira and my slinky v sweet and polite boy Houdini

13. Height?

5’9”

14. Favorite school subject?

i’m not in school, but it was always art, even tho i barely got to take any art classes

15. Dream job?

i’d love to be a tattoo artist and stick n poke for a living, traveling to different shops or just traveling n poking independently (help me gain traction plzz n follow me @ stab_worthy on insta 🥺) and honestly i think i could make it happen. pointillism just *made sense* to me when we did a project in my one high school art class and in the same way stick n poke *made sense* as soon as i started doin it. it’s one of the few things i don’t feel weird about saying “i’m good at this”. i’m self taught and always learning, but yeah, i’m good at this :3

tag 15 ppl

idk if i even know 15 ppl on here now that i’m rebuilding, post blog deletion 😭 so even if we’re kinda new or distant mutuals ur still makin the list (plus then i won’t be as new or distant) 🤡

@sea-wolfe @tangledupinblue8 @inertiatic @carbonfootprince @wastedefforts @ectrica @msf-diamond-dog @diegc @wonderfulcaricatureof-intimacy @oneafter909blues @corpest @lily-of-elysium @venusmolting @vulpeasera @delusionsofamor

#about me #tag game

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cognacdelights · 1 year

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All of his life JJ Maybank had been a runner. He picked up and left when the going got tough and simply just started all over again. A new day, a new city, and a new life. He was the master of moonlight flits; one minute he was there, and the next he had disappeared into the midnight shadows.

He spent the later of his teenage years skipping out on every foster home that he had found himself in — never sticking around long enough to learn their names, or even so much as give them a chance. He knew them by number, rather than name.

He flaked on the one serious relationship that he had ever had; he nipped it in the bud and cut it off at the thorns after the girl blurted out that she loved him in an intoxicated haze. The thought of such a serious conversation about his inner most vulnerable of feelings sent his head West, spiralling with anxiety-ridden thoughts and flooded with doubt. He cited a crock of shit excuse about how he was never looking for anything serious, and that he could never be the man that she deserved. Then, he was gone. Perhaps he was right; perhaps, if his first instinct at the sign of anything deeper than surface level was to run, he wasn’t ready to be in a serious relationship and he couldn’t be the man that she deserved. Perhaps he had done her a favour.

Hell, the guy even pulled a Houdini at his own father’s funeral. Admittedly, it may have been deserved, but he forfeited his one and only chance to bring closure to that part of his life. He could have shut the door for good on the turbulent journey that was his childhood, but instead of watching his father be lowered into the ground and quietly saying a few final words, he bolted. Somewhere between his uncle’s short and curt tribute and the closing notes of the ACDC song, he had silently slipped out from the very back row of pews and disappeared through the crack in the door.

Leaving was all that he knew. It worked — so why fix what isn’t broken, right?

That was until now.

#wip #i think you're going to like this one #jj maybank #outer banks #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x reader #y/n x jj maybank #obx #jj maybank outer banks #franks talks to herself

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wolfgirl-valentine · 10 months

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Rules: Put your playlist on shuffle. For each of the 10 interview questions, select a lyric from the random song that comes up. (Skip if there aren’t any lyrics and make sure to drop the name of the song in your interview answer!)

First off, how would you describe yourself in one sentence?

She’s got a face full of tears held back by the strenght of five

Ruby- Foster the People

What kind of [Libra] are you?

Most of what I used to be had vanished in the waves

Wasteland- Woodkid

You’re visiting your favourite spot. What are you thinking about?

Thinking I’d be strong there But I was a fool

The Winner Takes It All- ABBA

If your life was a movie, what do you think the first review would say about it?

Don’t believe in God don’t believe in that shit

Evil Eye- Franz Ferdinand

Say you get a book deal. What are you titling the memoir?

Got shackles on, my words are tied Fear can make you compromise whit the lights turned up it’s hard to hide sometimes I wanna disapear

Houdini- Foster the People

What would you say about your best friends?

You are the night you are the ocean you are the light behind the cloud

Beyond -Daft Punk

Think back to when you had everything all figured out in high school. What was your life motto as a teenager?

Now there’s no holding back I’m making to attack

Howl - Florence + The Machine (all lies, i have never have a thing figured out in my life)

Describe your aesthetic now

It’s not easy as willing it all to be right gotta be more than hoping it’s right

Hands Open- Snow Patrol

What’s a lyric that they’ll quote in your eulogy?

He opened his eyes, as black as a dream Trying to speak, his only words a scream

Born in the Month of Darkness - Copilot Music+Sound(From the OST of Dishonored 2!)

And for our final question, say you believe in soulmates. What do you think their first impression of meeting you would be?

But inside you your heart it’s black and it’s hollow and it’s cold

The Hand That Feeds- Nine Inch Nails

Thanks for the tag!! @watercubebee

too shy to tag anyone if you want to do it, do it! :)

#tag games #i like them #they are neat #i can't sleep is too hot in my city :'(

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ofalltheginjoints · 1 year

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for music asks: 21, 26, 27?

21:A favorite song with a person’s name in the title houdini by foster the people

26:A song that makes you want to fall in love i fell in love again by kid bloom (i have a whole playlist dedicated to songs like that, i love them sm)

27:A song that breaks your heart god. so many. stage 4 fear of trying comes by fiatc or humpty by mitski

send a music ask?

#ty peach!!#ask games

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domesticated-feral · 2 years

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🎶✨when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🎶✨

Ok ok ok so like Ill try to not name 5 songs solely from duster or deftones cause that's all I'm listening to these days but here's 5 songs I'm jamming out to constantly these days.

1. Metamorphosis by Interworld (I want this ingrained in my brain)

2. Xerces by Deftones

3. Moon Age by Duster

4. Riding Horses by Gustavo Santaolalla (for the Brokeback Mountain soundtrack)

5. Houdini by Foster The People

#only 5 songs what a shame #feral says things

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menotthatkindoforc · 2 years

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got paid 20 dollars to pet sit for like an hour and the only thing that wasn't easy was the spotted dog (his name is Rocco) nipping the back of my hand because he only knows me as "person who cuts nails" but i won him over with treats and by the time i left he was readily approaching me and licking my face and hands (including the spot he nipped. thanks buddy). lyla however, the black dog, is the one my parents fostered for a little bit so she was elated to see me. houdini, the handsome feline fellow, is super friendly so despite my allergies flaring up now i enjoyed his constant rubbing against my legs and hand and little motorboat purrs. 15/10 would do again

#he broke skin but it didn't hurt that much #shit at work i usually dont get tipped when a dog bites me so #ill be like 'yea he bit me a couple times' and they'll be like 'oh no im sorry :( well ok have a good day thanks'

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presidentroarie · 1 year

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3, 22, 40 ? /nf

Hey, how's it going? Always lovely to see you on my dash or in my inbox <3

I don't know if it's for the nosy or for the genuinely nice note, so I'll answer it for both

3 (Nosy): Do I smoke? No

3 (Nice): Do I miss anyone? I miss my friends over breaks when I can't see them and I miss my old pets who have since passed on

22 (Nosy): What do I want to be when I'm older? Either a botanist or an architect

22 (Nice): Describe my crush. Ginger, tall, freckles, blue eyes (I know he kinda sounds like Dex Dizznee but I promise this is a real person who exists and he also looks entirely different from any Dex art Ice seen, canon or fanart) He's pretty cool and I feel like talking to him with his name is too daunting so I refer to him by his last name. He's in the grade younger than me because he got held back because he didn't do the work, so I really only see him in the hallways, but he visited my mom (my mom has been a grade teacher for years at the middle school my sister and I went to and so she had my crush the same year I was in that grade) and he remembered my name despite not seeing him or talking to him for years, and I'm also really hoping he doesn't have Tumblr because I feel like this is super obvious.

40 (Nosy): Who do I wish I could be? If you mean to swap lives with someone, then Sophie Foster because that'd be awesome (and I might be a little tiny bit obsessed with Fitz Vacker) If you mean to be more like someone, I'd like to become wittier like Sadie Kane and be braver like Annabeth Chase

40 (Nice): Favorite Memory? Adopting my first cat, Houdini

#thanks for the ask!#ask answered #asks #thank you for the ask #thanks for the ask

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hgmarban · 2 years

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Achilles and the Tortoise

BY CODY CARVEL

Born into a family of escapees, orphaned—

parents mulliganed,

fled, deserted to the desert.

His first escape, years before

he left the family for prison,

was getting himself adopted.

Twenty years later, at the beginning

of a twenty-year sentence, including

four counts of bail jumping,

Sister Sylvia told me he would pick

me up from school. Instead, the police

showed, told me if I didn’t tell them

where he was, I’d go to jail, too.

Five years under my belt, I laughed

until I cried.

Used to imagine meeting him, once-

familiar-looking Magwitch,

in a cemetery oceans away—

perhaps once more, after myself

escaping into good fortune,

newly minted gentleman child, rich

opening the door to a chatty

cockney stranger, You’re my son—

more to me nor any son.

I’ve put away money,

only for you to spend.

Thereafter I only ever have seen

him in newspaper headlines,

rap sheets, too afraid to move beyond

the first few sentences—

Outlaws Terrorize Tri-State

Spelling Bee Fosters New Attitudes Among Inmates

Officers Comb Metro-Area for Escapees

Escape from confinement additional 7 yrs

Escapee Returned to Prison After 4 days

Wanted Man Breaks Handcuffs, Flees

Yet ... never escaped the Dirty South.

And each time he went inside

then vanished, he stingily stole breath,

bits of a beating heart

left little pieces of himself in cells,

courthouses and scattered bits

’neath the Mason–Dixon

far from World-Famous Houdini,

King of Cuffs was amateur,

Zeno proving no

motion is possible, time

is divisible, infinitely

To me the poem Achilles and Tortoise is about a young boy who was adopted into a new family as he was either abandoned or left behind by his last family, in the first verse it says “Born into a family of escapees, orphaned” to me this means that he escaped his family or on other words was left for dead that’s what I take away from this line. I will note when I saw the name Achilles in the title I made the connection with the ancient Greek warrior, and maybe the poem is referring to him in his young years. I know Achilles didn’t have a family and only had his cousin so maybe just maybe this could be about the actual Achilles however in the second verse I interpret that he left his family as they must have been some type of criminals as he knew he was going to prison whit his family if he didn’t escape, or the prison could be his family himself and in order to be free he had to leave them. But by the third verse my realization changed that this was not the Achilles I was thinking of instead this is just a boy given the name of an ancient Greek hero, when I saw that he talked about school then it clicked this was a modern story and a modern point of time. What I found interesting is by the end of the story I basically took away from this story that this child has been either bail jumping or finding ways to actually avoid real crime, this was without a doubt a very interesting poem however still a little disappointed as I was really hoping it was a poem about the great Achilles.

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sodacowboy · 9 months

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Fostering a cat. Named him Houdini because his tail looks like a magicians wand. Guess what he’s learned to do.

#my excellent naming skill has cursed us #hopefully bungee cords will be enough to contain him for the rest of the night

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nauj-aral-the-one · 2 years

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Reposted from @rescuealldogsco RAD COMMUNITY! If you re-blog please don't remove the credits 🙏 🙂 what working together can accomplish many of you know, we caught the beloved dog who was the talk of most social media groups in Montreal and DDO yesterday - dubbed "Houdini" (rightfully so, he wasn't an easy one to catch)! We also found his family and he is back home with them! It is truly mind boggling when we all come together to rescue a dog! It starts with a sighting, then a neighborhood that posts on Facebook, turns into good Samaritans reaching out to us on social media, volunteers out on the streets searching for the dog, our fosters taking the dogs in to have a roof over their head, the vets who treat the dogs urgently - what a GREAT chain reaction to help these lost souls. And sometimes, when we finally find the owners, what a joy to see the lost animal reunited with their families! (Most of the time anyway). Like any situation in life, there is always a takeaway from a negative situation, and a lesson to be learned - here is what we typically takeaway from local emergency “missions”, such as Houdini: •Make sure your dog is microchipped, and that your information is up-to-date on the providers website (EIDAP/ Identrac are 2 major ones) •Make sure your dog is ALWAYS wearing a collar and it’s probably fitted (except when in their crates as certain collars are hazardous or at bedtime when the doors and windows of the house will no longer be opened) and that they have all their tags on their collars (microchip tag, rabies tag, your name and number tag, airtag if you have etc.) •Before leaving your dog with ANYONE, ensure to check that the yard has proper fencing (no holes for potential escape routes), ensure the person is comfortable with handling a dog, and most importantly GET REFERENCES FOR NEW DOG SITTERS. We don’t recommend asking for a sitter on social media! •NEVER approach a dog head on and never chase the dog. These dogs are stressed, scared, anxious, and may feel the need to protect themselves, or even bite if they feel threatened by the person approaching. Also too many people around can make the situation worst. Continue in comments 👇 https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce5ENHnuLPQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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averagewriter-inthedark · 2 years

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To Infinity & Beyond ♾ | Doctor Strange Imagine

My Marvel Masterlist

Pairings: Doctor Strange x female!reader/enhanced

Content warnings: fluff, mentions of violence and death. Set after the events of Endgame | Female reader (she/her)

Premise: Having gained powers to conjure illusions after being exposed to the reality stone, Y/n L/n never thought she would ever find purpose in the world—even after being recruited to the Avengers. But after the mad-titan Thanos wiped away have the universe for five years, the aftermath grants her not just her wish, but something so much more.

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“I always thought I’d be alone,” her soft voice rang out in the darkness. “Wouldn’t find purpose or even friends.”

“Why is that?” he asked gently from beside her where they laid on the roof of the Sanctum, watching the stars sparkle in the sky. The constellations appeared to be dancing after she gave a flick of her hand shortly after climbing up. He felt her shrug underneath his arm—the gentle brush of her head against his shoulder from the movement.

“It just didn’t seem in the cards for me. I was always on my own since I was a teenager—having been raised in the foster care system my whole life. Those types of connections never felt they would work for me. School was the only escape—and it wasn’t until I started working for Jane and Selvig that I felt some stability,” her voice lowers as the memories started to fill her mind.

“Then this power came,” the red-ish gold glow emitted from her fingers, causing him to turn him head. “—and I thought it was it for me. I was scared what it meant—not understanding even after Thor tried his best to explain. The way it affected Jane before I absorbed it made me believe I would die—cause she was dying with it in her. Even after they removed it, a piece still lingered and I didn’t know how my life would be.” She paused to sigh, “—but then the Avengers came and changed that.”

“And how was that—in the end?” The glow subsided from her hand and she set it back to her side.

There was a moment of silence before she spoke again, “It was good,” a sad smile took over her features. “I enjoyed my time with them.” She looked up so she could meet his eye. “If I hadn’t stayed—if I hadn’t helped,” she corrected, tone becoming soft, “I wouldn’t have met you, Stephen.”

Stephens eyes twinkled when they looked down at her, his hand coming up to stroke her hair. He pressed his lips to her forehand, letting his mouth linger for a bit while saying, “All because of some gems with power beyond anything we’ve seen.”

2018 was the first time Y/n L/n met the Master of Mystic Arts, Stephen Strange.

It would be a point in time that would change the trajectory of her life. Never did she think a simple meeting regarding Thanos would lead to the outcome they endured.

“Ms. L/n?” The voice startled had her jump from her spot on the couch when a glowing orange ring filled the room and a man stepped out from it. “You’re the one they call ‘The Illusionist’ correct?”

“Uh yes,” Y/n squeaked out, “who the hell is asking?” She did not recognize the man in blue and red—not having been part of the Avengers.

“My name is Doctor Stephen Strange,” he introduced himself before nodding his head to the portal, “I’d like you to come with me please—it is very important.”

Y/n was about to question the reason for urgency when two men stepped from behind Stephen making her eyes widen. “Tony—Bruce!” She hadn’t seen Bruce since Sokovia and for Tony it had been few months. After the Accords fiasco Y/n kept to herself and stayed at the tower.

“Hey, Houdini,” Tony greeted, ignoring her small glare at the nickname. “Sorry for popping in without calling first, but we’re on the clock apparently.”

Bruce gave a wave, “Hey, Y/n. Tony’s right— you gotta come with us.” So that’s how Y/n found herself in the New York Sanctum for the very first time. And it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

Strange and Wong explained the origins of the Infinity stones—which gave Y/n some answers to questions she had wondered considering her power came from the reality stone. Strange had noticed her curious expression, “Your power comes from the reality stone from what I hear.”

“Yes it does,” she confirmed without looking away from the projection Wong had conjured. “Was an accident. Still don’t understand it much—I just call it illusions whenever I use it—hence the nickname.”

Strange comes to stand beside her, hands clasped in front of him. “I would say you’re manipulating the reality around you,” he says then adds, “seems more fitting don’t you think?”

Y/n looked at him, brow raised. “Hmm, never thought of that. I guess you’re right—you would be the expert about this I assume.” She let out a small laugh, crossing her arms while turning back to the others. Wong finished telling the origin of the stones and then the topic of Thanos was brought up.

“So Thanos already had the mind stone and gave it to Loki in hopes of collecting the space stone,” Y/n put the pieces together, “—but Loki failed. Now Thanos is after them all.”

“Yes,” Strange agreed, “there are two stones on earth. The others are out in space somewhere but considering the information Dr. Banner has told us, Thanos has more than enough resources to get all six in a short amount of time.”

Y/n couldn’t help but let out an exhausted sigh—pinching the bridge of her nose, “Ross is so going to put me in the Raft.”

Everything seemed to happen so fast Y/n could barely blink. One minute Tony is about to make a call to Steve, the next they are in the city streets fighting two of Thanos’ children. She used her powers to distract them by conjuring multiple versions of the group so they were unable to detect the real ones.

Ebony Maw, however, had powers just as strong and managed to erase her illusions with a flick of the hand. Y/n did her best to combat the alien while helping Strange since Tony was busy with the bigger guy. When the sorcerer became incapacitated allowing Maw to take him, Y/n used all her might to conjure a stairway to the ship—surprising herself when she was actually able to ascend them.

It was something she had never done—bending reality to form physical matter. Although it worked, each time she stepped on a stair it would disappear so Y/n had to run up them before the illusion completely disintegrated.

When she snuck onto that ship, she had no idea she would not be retuning to Earth for nearly five years.

It was one fight after another when the fuzzy feeling went away after consuming for what felt like five seconds. The last thing she remembered was Tony telling her to stay and her crying out for him. So when she opened her eyes and saw Tony was not there, but everyone else was confusion filled her veins.

“Y/n,” a familiar voice called out and she spun around to be met with Stephen.

“Strange,” she breathed in relief. “Where—Where’s Tony—what happened?” The Titan they were on looked similar yet different and Tony was nowhere to be found.

“It’s been five years,” he continued before she could interrupt—seeing the look of shock on her face. “It was the only way—they succeeded and now it’s time to finish the job.”

“What?!” She exclaimed, watching him start to wave his hands. “W-what the hell do you mean it’s been five years? What did they do?”

He just looked at her with sympathy, “I’m sorry, but there’s no time to explain,” with another circle of his hands, the orange ring illuminated and a portal showing destruction opened. Y/n stepped in front, hands glowing while looking around the scene in front of her. When her eyes landed on Tony, seeing the look of shock on his face mixed with relief she knew something had to have happened.

She didn’t want to believe Stephens words were true and it had been five years—but the distinct aging from Tony told a different story.

After blood and chaos, the battle came to an end—and Y/ns lost a piece of her heart. Tony was gone—as was Natasha. Yes they were victorious, but was it really worth all the loss?

Following the funeral Y/n found herself seated at one of the benches on the lake house patio. Her eyes were closed—but her mind was elsewhere because when Stephen found her there was an illusion playing out where Tony and Nat were seated in front of her. It stopped him in his tracks. The images of the two looked so real, Stephen felt it was if they were really there.

His eyes fell on Y/ns tear stained face and his heart clenched. “Y/n,” he softly said, making her stop the projection. She let her shoulders deflate, opening her eyes to stare out to the lake while he slowly moved toward her. “Mind if I sit?”

“Go ahead,” she replied, turning away to wipe her face. “I thought you’d be gone by now.”

“I was heading out,” he nodded, clasping his hands in his lap as he sat down beside her. “—thought I’d pay one last respect to Pepper before leaving.” He waits a moment before adding, “And I wanted to see you as well—see how you’re doing. I know you and Tony were pretty close.”

Y/n let out a tired laugh, “We had our moments. I cared for him—he helped me after everything happened with the Accords and Thor was gone. I didn’t have a place to go, and Ross was hesitant of letting me out in society because of my powers. Tony managed to convince Ross I wasn’t a threat and could stay at the Tower.” She looks down, heart swelling at the memory. “He was a good man—despite the mistakes he made.”

Stephen agrees, taking a moment to let the words linger before speaking again. “Are you going to be okay?” She turns to look at him before shrugging.

“I was on my own long before I met the Avenger. Being alone is not something I’m a stranger too. I’ll manage—see where life takes me.”

Stephen places a hand on her shoulder, waiting for her reaction before saying, “You’re never alone, Y/n. Look around,” he gestures to the various people around the lake house. The Bartons were still there—Clint having a conversation by the lake with Wanda, and Thor was with Banner. Peter and his aunt were with Harley, Rhodey, Happy and Pepper while Morgan clung to her leg.

It was bittersweet.

“I may not have been an Avenger,” Stephen begins, capturing her attention again. “But I saw the way you all share a special bond. It’s unbreakable—and you will always have them even if you don’t realize it.”

Y/n processed his words, feeling a sense of hope fill her veins and a smile soon made its way on her face. “Thank you, Stephen. I really needed to hear that.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied genuinely, “and if you ever need anything the Sanctums doors are open to you.” He’s surprised when her hand comes up to take his, feeling the warmth of her palm.

“I might take you up on that,” she told him, glancing back at the lake briefly, “—and you don’t be a stranger either.” She squeezes his hand. He laughs, promising to not be and she put her hand back in her lap. “Things are gonna be different now.”

He follows her gaze to the lake, smiling at the sight of Morgan on Peters shoulders and Harley chasing them. “They will, but we’ll get through it,” he briefly looks to her adding, “together.” That seemed to make her smile.

“I know I shouldn’t make those illusions,” Y/n then said, letting her eyes flicker to the floor. “It’s just—It’s just nice to see them like that. To remember how they were. I never got to say goodbye to Nat, you know.”

Stephens face turns solemn, remembering Tony wasn’t the only one she lost. “I’m sorry. I wish there was—.”

“No,” she stops him with a soft voice, “There was nothing we could do—you saw the possibilities and what needed to be done. The universe was saved because of Nat and I know she’d be proud to know we were victorious—that her sacrifice was not in vain.” Y/n thinks back to her time with the amazing woman, “And although I’ll miss her, I know she’s at peace.”

A silence takes over between the two and he waits a moment before speaking. “You shouldn’t feel bad about your illusions.” When her tilts in confusion he continues, “—if remembering how they were helps you cope, then you should do it. You have a gift, Y/n—and you shouldn’t feel guilty of using it. Especially if it helps you.”

She leans back against the bench, a little shyly, “I wouldn’t call it a gift—.”

“But it is,” Strange interjects, surprising her more, “It’s not everyday someone comes in physical contact with an infinity stone and survives, let alone is given a power. Wanda and her brother were the only ones to survive the exposure of the mind stone—,” he nods to the redhead talking to Clint. “—It chose them.” He looks back to her to see Y/n already had her eyes on him. “Just like the reality stone chose you. You’re special, Y/n.”

Gratitude erupts in her, and Y/n smiles once again at the man. “You know, for someone who says he doesn’t have a way with words, you really know how to make someone feel better.” The statement makes him laugh.

“I was someone who would take everything and anyone around me for granted. Didn’t really see the value in things,” he gives a shrug, “—but I’ve realized that isn’t how one should view life. I needed to do better, and I hope saying it also helps others.”

“Well it does,” she tells him. “And someone should tell you that everyone in awhile.”

Stephen raises a brow, an idea coming to mind. “Maybe you can be the one.” Y/n didn’t know what exactly he was implying, but it was enough to cause heat to rise. She turned away when he started to smirk, biting her lip to stop the smile from peeking out.

Funny what life brings you—even in the strangest of times.

“You know something came to my mind,” She suddenly says, making his brow, “All of us had some contact with these stones at one point—none of us having known each other prior,” she pauses glancing at the new friends she called family. “But these little gems with power beyond anything we’ve ever seen, managed to bring us all together,” her eyes meet his, bittersweet emotion filling them.

The corners of his lips curl up, “I guess the universe had a plan for us.” She mirrors his expression, mischief twinkling in her gaze.

“What’s that thing Buzz Lightyear always said?” she paused, laughing when Stephen already started to chuckle at the joke she was implying. He took her hand again and together they said the words.

“To infinity and beyond.”

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