ok but having miles hold gwen up with his web in the exact same way as when tasm2 gwen died, AFTER THEY LITERALLY TALKED ABOUT GWEN SUFFERING A TERRIBLE FATE AFTER FALLING FOR SPIDERMAN!!! and then to reverse that later on with gwen being the one to web him Like That and miles being the one to cut the thread and let himself fall, i’m going insane
I just wanna apologize for being inactive for about 2 months. I have a lot of going on, and i don’t really have time to sit down and write, also doesn’t help that i’ve never written fan fiction before. I have a lot of drafts, but i’m kinda insecure about them, because I think that they are ass.
I will probably post next week, don’t really know what day, but trust. Also I want to thank you for still following me even if I haven’t posted.
ANYWAYS
I LOVE YOU GUYS SO SO MUCH
ALSO PLEASE SEND REQUESTS BECAUSE IM THE LEAST CREATIVE PERSON EVER
uni sort your shit OUTTTT bc why has my head of inorganic chem emailed us saying we have a 3pm lecture every Monday but my online timetable only shows my math class in the morning 😭😭
Death Cleric origin story for a one shot im running (@thatsmimi 's character!!)
Context: A sheperd in the their small town that's about to be attacked by raiders. Death refuses to take one person, a divine connection is forged.
Full text below the cut
"It's a normal day. The sun is just setting over the horizon and you're finishing the daily count of the animals before going back to the house to help with dinner. You didn't get a chance to react. The moment you began thinking about it, the spear was already deep in your heart. You saw darkness, and light, and something massive. Something incomprehensible, something you could feel calling to you. But somehow, you couldn't hear it, instead of being pulled you fell back down.
You woke up. You opened your eyes, still leaning over the upright staff that was jammed into the ground by your own body weight. The smell of animal guts hit your nostrils before the smell of human blood. You stood up without pulling the spear out, looking around. Half the buildings in your town were burnt away, unrecognizable from the form you swore you'd seen just moments ago. Your home is gone, and so are your memories of happiness, for now. You pull out the spear but no blood comes out. Walking through the town, still grasping the cold metal, you see only a few survivors. You can't see your family buried under the rubble of your house. You look out towards the horizon, the sun is rising. A hesitant hand touches your shoulder but when you turn you find nothing. A small necklace hangs from your staff. A spear through a heart decorates the pendant. You wear it with purpose. The sun is rising, but the warmth faded away from your skin"
if your favourite goncharov scene ISNT the fruit stall scene where katya and sofia talk about pomegranates and apples then idek what to tell u man... it is THE most layered wlw/female-experience-and-solidarity scene in cinema tbh
as obsessed as i am with shauna’s insane level of grief, i would’ve really liked to see how jackie’s death affected everyone else. obviously she wasn’t really close with anyone but shauna (especially by the end), but they were still a team, they were a team for a long time. and this was the first death in the cabin group - aside from laura lee, though i don’t see that as a death they could have prevented. jackie, though. any one of them could’ve reached out to her that night and brought her inside the cabin. they could’ve saved her. we see by jackie’s “dream” as she’s dying that all she wanted was to be welcomed back into their circle and accepted and loved. i refuse to believe everyone is just over it in two months.
Had 2 panic attacks today and now feeling so miserable. Why can't I be a normal fucking person who reacts to things rationally and normally. I hate being like this.