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catholicbabybath · 23 days

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Now all of these hungry whores are trying to sleep with my cousins

Awe

Bouillon cube, honest to blog…

If women and little girls weren’t chasing everybody else down, we could work together to actually save the planet

There are white rats on one side and they don’t like me. Meanwhile, they have neglected their own children.

And then they’re mad at me because I’m still insisting that my daddy is a brown man

She goofed with which fella I never saw.

And it doesn’t matter. They goofed.

May they enjoy goof revenge sex together to never date publicly awe

Must be ashamed of you goof

Gave your child away, you gave your motherfucking child away you ugly goddamn slut

And then you decided to sleep with all of my boyfriends behind my back, so that you didn’t feel like a degenerate retard, because the only thing you even had for personality was what you took away from me

Everybody knows you’re just another worthless whore

But at least Nick will defend you, because I won’t

I said something about inferiority

And you will never cross that line.

Whatever the fuck he does with his time has nothing to do with me. He doesn’t want to be with a degenerate retard though.

Any Line, she could possibly try to cross that goddamn dumb hooker basically did

She slept with my ex lovers she pretended like she was me. She still tries to convince people she is me.

And I can’t wait for a medical doctor to murder her

You would be pretty disgusted if one of those guys even wanted someone like you

Scotty told me that Nick goofed

And apparently he had to sleep with my other sister

Soppy lie story.

I heard that soppy recently …

Anyway awe.

Look at part truths

Funny until they can’t claim your trauma any longer

But like I said, if you guys want to sleep with her, you can certainly get her number

I just really am going to need you guys to keep her name and tits out of my blog

I don’t ever want to hear about her again actually

I just don’t

See, I don’t chase other peoples lovers down, that’s junk like Teresa does

No one of class will sleep with her or be caught sleeping with her

Look at what lust did for y’all. Now you’re “I goofed”. Honey, you slept with my sister. Enjoy.

But we were never compatible. What losers.

Awe.

I hope MDs kill her, actually, really

Honey, I’m already aware of this fact that you have tried to get me killed and you thought because you had big titties you were really something important but let me remind you. My friend Cole has huge titties and they just killed her ass because she’s retarded like you

I did not invite you into my personal space and I think you’re a very disgusting pervert

And I think I’m probably going to ask a medical doctor to murder you very soon and then I’m going to get my titties fixed and you will be dead so you won’t be able to compare your tits to mine

I get a little warm in my heart when I think of winter, but then I get a little cold when I think about you pretending to be me singing a song that Tori Amos wrote because I think you’re a bag of incest garbage and you should have been aborted at birth

Anyway, like I said guys, she will probably go out on a date with you if she thinks I would be interested in you

So no more of that mentioning my sister garbage

Teresa everybody already knows you lie about everything every story you ever told was stolen from Rebecca or a similar source

You gave the sob story that you were raped by your stepfather, even though you came on to him

And anyway, what penis

Just as you tried to take the hope away from Rebecca, so that you could feel superior

You will lose all of that, and you will wish that you were dead, because when somebody puts time and effort into a relationship and then some dumb hooker decides she is going to interfere with everything

That’s a problem

Youre the kind of person who tries to take from other people, so you can say you are them, and you will never be me

I’m sorry that men don’t love you

Maybe if you weren’t such a whore

Mark wouldn’t sleep with you huh?

So I assume that Josh would

But Mark is where you needed validation, and you will never receive

And now, of course, some medical doctors will neglect your health, and it will probably only get worse until you are murdered

But you will learn boundaries, and you will live to regret ever crossing me

Awe. Joe and those feel inferior anyway.

But big tits!

Those players will lose more in the end. Goof jokers. Good lmao what’s good slut

Having a partner who isn’t the other goat might be good

Sigh. Well, someone wanted to use you to hurt me. So cute

Insult a hat… well… I mean, they can sometimes tell who’s who because of war… which actually, you weren’t there. So, goof junk, then what?

So you go sleep with the regular low class junk

Awe and everyone denies sleeping with you

Katie I’m not playing your game honey.

I’m not a degenerate, incest lover, and my name is not Teresa

So we’re not going to play that little game, where you get self-esteem improved based on delusions of me being the other sister

I made you banana bread. Well, actually, I made banana bread but you ate it

And I don’t think you would sleep with everything, just because she would

First, they would have to get a woman to degrade herself

Teresa, you will never be anywhere near any of those women. Why don’t you go sleep with your boyfriend and shut up I said boyfriends plural

That’s the only way you feel like you belong, even though you never will belong with me

Because you’re a whore

Shame on Katie or Marta for playing

I never slept with their dudes anyway lol but their boys wanted them thinking similar baby game junk

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pratchettquotes · 2 years

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"Nanny?" said Agnes.

"Yup?"

"Don't get angry, but you don't think Granny's doing it on purpose, do you? Keeping back, I mean, so that we have to form a three and work together?"

"Why'd she do that?"

"So we develop insights and pull together and learn valuable lessons," said Magrat.

Nanny paused with her pipe halfway to her lips. "No," she said. "I don't reckon Granny'd be thinking like that, because that's soppy garbage."

Terry Pratchett, Carpe Jugulum

#agnes nitt #nanny ogg #magrat garlick #granny weatherwax #esme weatherwax #carpe jugulum #discworld #terry pratchett #teamwork #group dynamics #leadership #working together #psychology #motivation #learn valuable lessons #doing it on purpose #soppy garbage

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aeshnacyanea2000 · 4 years

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‘Don’t get angry, but you don’t think Granny’s doing this on purpose, do you? Keeping back, I mean, so that we have to form a three and work together?’ ‘Why’d she do that?’ ‘So we develop insights and pull together and learn valuable lessons,’ said Magrat. Nanny paused with her pipe halfway to her lips. ‘No,’ she said, ‘I don’t reckon Granny’d be thinking like that, because that’s soppy garbage.’

Terry Pratchett - Carpe Jugulum

#Terry Pratchett #discworld quotes #GNU Terry Pratchett #quotes #Carpe Jugulum #Magrat Garlick #Nanny Ogg #Gytha Ogg #Granny Weatherwax #Esmerelda Weatherwax #headology #soppy garbage

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winteirsa · 3 years

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i know none of you know him too well, but i am really proud of magn.us luk.as da.mora for taking responsibility for his actions today rather than just ,, trying to fight/deny them & trying to push the topic of conversation onto something else. he is learning & growing and i am so, so happy for him.

#˚ 　　ooc ･ . ✶ i’m still a piece of garbage #usually when someone insults him or tries to get him to talk seriously about anything hem #bites back in a sharp comment #and tries to rile that person up #to deflect away from talking about him #or he just ... internally shifts the blame onto his father #but today he said : no i am in the wrong #and i have made mistakes #but i'm better now and i'm going to rectify them #and i am PLEASED #it's me getting soppy over my muses hours

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anitmb · 2 years

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I was having the hardest time deciding is Sunup an elder or not.

Sure she had a cane.

But she walked more like a plantasion owner instead of an old woman.

My trying to determine how much gravity has effected those boobs ?

But it wasn't until I saw her walk without the cane that I knew for sure that she is an elder.

Thankfully Aliens and age is a fluid state of mind and with a bit of alien Nraas technology Sunup was transferred to more child baring appropriate age ^_^

Bumping "accidentally" at the garbage bin. Sounds like so plot from soppy romance film.

With things going on so well Jared decided as Sunup to be his roommate and she accepted.

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strawwritesfic · 2 years

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Thor Odinson x Pregnant!Female!Midgardian!Reader: Where Gods Do Fear to Tread [Ch. 4]

Summary: You never imagined that shadow of death would be quite so dark.

Challenge: “9 Months” challenge by crackleviolet on Lunaescence Archive -- Bonus Three -- Rape Pregnancy

Rating/Warnings/Tags: M (rape (not written out in detail, but the first chapter goes up to the event and the rest of the chapters deal with the fallout); assault and battery; abusive relationship; stalking; pregnancy resulting from rape; victim blaming insinuations from various characters; discussion of abortion; references to depression; references to rape kits; references to law procedures; references to restraining orders, some foul language; not Infinity War compliant; not Thor Ragnarok compliant; set post-Ant-Man and the Wasp; Hope & Reader friendship; the Pyms as Reader’s second family)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Thor is not the character involved in any of the awful things warned about above. Additionally, if there is anything you’d like me to add to the tag list, please let me know!

Pairings: Thor/Female!Reader; Scott/Hope; Hank/Janet; past!Male!OC/Reader

Master List

Chapter 4: Where Do We Go From Here?

Breakfast with Hope and Scott became a trying affair in the two weeks following your meltdown. Both wanted to do everything they could to keep you healthy and, if possible, happy. Doing so was a tall order. Most mornings involved a lot of forced smiles on their parts, and struggle to cram in seconds or even thirds of whipped cream-topped waffles on yours. Not wanting to worry them more than they already were, you did everything you could to keep them happy in turn.

You would have thought Janet and Hank’s return would have put a stop to this difficult balancing act. Instead, their presence made it all the more difficult, especially when the morning of their arrival found you wedged between Hank at the head of the table and Hope to your left.

“So, Mom, I was thinking we might have a sparring session this afternoon,” Hope said, buttering a biscuit.

“That sounds lovely,” Janet answered. “You’ll have to give me some time to unpack, but—”

“Hope, give your mother some space, please. We just got in three hours ago. She needs to rest,” Hank put in.

“I think I’m in the best position to decide what I’m up for today, darling.”

“Of course you are. I just don’t want you overextending yourself.”

“I promise I’ll only let Hope punch me for a little while.”

“That’s all I ask.”

The two grasped hands, smiling in such a soppy manner that Hank looked about thirty years younger.

“This is great,” Scott, who was seated across from Hope, said around a mouthful of cereal. “I’m so happy you guys are reconnecting like this. It’s really beautiful.”

All it took was the sound of his voice to snap Hank out of his stupor. He shot Scott’s bowl a sour look as he went back to his own plate. “I don’t even know what you’re still doing here, besides filling my pantry with garbage.”

“Cocoa Puffs are hardly garbage. They turn your milk chocolate, a flavor I notice your fridge is severely lacking in. You need to learn live a little, Hank.”

“I think it’s amazing,” Janet said. She, too, had a bowl in front her instead of the eggs and pancakes Hope had made. “I can’t believe I haven’t tried this before.”

“Are you sure you don’t want something else, Mom? Something better for you?” Hope asked.

“Honey, I spent long enough with any food at all. I’m way past worrying about calories at this point.”

“Right?” said Scott.

Throughout this entire exchange, you hadn’t said a single word. You kept your eyes glued to your untouched food. This quarrel was not your quarrel because this family was not your family. Keeping your mouth shut went a long way in keeping attention off of you.

Unfortunately, Hank was no idiot. He caught your eye as he unfolded the newspaper that had been sitting at his elbow. Any hope you had that the stories inside said paper would be more interesting than your refusal to eat were dashed when he paused to point at you.

“And you. Don’t think I haven’t noticed something is going on with you.”

Your hand automatically jumped to your stomach. Thankfully, Hank was not at a good angle to see this, nor that Hope grasped your free hand beneath the table. For a moment you couldn’t come up with any answer. When you did, it was only a very lame:

“What are you talking about, Hank?”

Hank snorted. “Please. I’ve known you since you were in diapers. You think I can’t tell when you’re upset?”

“Quit interrogating her, Dad,” Hope sighed.

“Interrogating her? I’m not interrogating her. I’m asking her a question because I am concerned. I’d think you would be a little more so, considering [Name] looks like her cat died while we were gone.”

“You worry too much. [Name] isn’t your daughter.”

“She’s as good as! Ever since those parents of hers turned traitor and ran off to D.C.—”

Ding-Dong.

The Pym’s doorbell cut across the rest of Hank’s words. All of you shared a confused beat of silence before Janet asked:

“Who could that be so early in the morning?”

“Did you invite someone else over to replace my perfectly good food?” Hank shot at Hope.

Scott scooted his chair backward, already hastily wiping his hands on his napkin. “It’s probably Luis. He texted last night about wanting to talk about some X-Con stuff.”

“Lovely!” Janet was already on her feet. “I’ll let him in. I haven’t had a chance to speak with any of your friends in ages. Just come join us when you’re ready, Scott.”

“Great,” Hank grumbled as his wife disappeared and Scott sank back into his chair. “Just what I need: Those three yahoos treating my house like their personal storehouse, too.”

“You know, Hank, I’d ask who peed in your cereal today, but you’re not having cereal,” said Scott.

“Maybe if I hadn’t come into my home at three in the morning only to find my daughter half-naked in bed with her boyfriend, I could find it in my heart to be a little more pleasant.”

With Hank’s attention successfully diverted, Hope seemed to feel she could speak to you a little more openly:

“Are you done eating?”

One look at your plate would tell her that you hadn’t eaten more than a few bites of each item she’d made for you. Your insides squirmed with guilt. She’d been nice enough to cook you breakfast, but with her dad watching so carefully, no way were you being able to stomach anything more.

Knowing Luis would soon be there didn’t help. Not that he wasn’t terribly nice—just that he also wasn’t any degree of subtle. Without knowing how much of your circumstances Scott had hinted at to his friend, there was no way for you to tell how quickly Hank would put two and two together once Luis started talking.

Miraculously, Hope didn’t pressure you to continue eating that morning. She must have been thinking along the same lines you were—namely, getting you away from her father before disaster struck—because she let go of your hand, stood, and took your plate without your having to explain.

“Here, I’ll put this in the fridge for later,” she said. “How about you go grab a jacket and we can go for a walk while Scott and Luis talk shop?”

“Great idea,” you said.

“Wait a minute, wait a minute. We’re not done here,” Hank called as you headed for the door.

“Yes, you are,” Hope told him.

Whatever Hank’s retort, you didn’t hear him after the door swung shut behind you. You scurried up the stairs to Hope’s old bedroom without giving him a chance to come after you. One thing he and his daughter had in common: When they believed they were right about something, they just wouldn’t let it go.

Being in the room made you feel a little better. It had become yours at some point during your stay, or at least that was how everyone else referred to it. You were grateful for that; the Avengers had been unable to get in touch with Thor, and there was no telling when he might be back if Heimdall had cause to leave his post again.

Many of the occupied rooms of the house were on the lower floor, so you did not have to worry often about running into anyone by accident. Scott had even learned to knock before entering your quarters. Conversations usually drifted in there, too, which meant you never felt entirely alone. That morning, as you pulled on the only jacket you had brought from home, you could hear the faint sound of Janet’s laughter as she spoke to a man who must have been Luis.

Dressed for the weather, you rushed back to the stairs without another thought. Hope didn’t like to be kept waiting. Letting her come look for you would be an invitation for Hank to do the same. Better for you to be ready for her, so long as Luis was willing to let you go if you got sucked into another one of his long stories. You felt safe enough to talk to him, at least. Staying here with Scott popping in and out all the time had helped you to overcome some of your fear of men, if nothing else. Breakfast with Hank would have been impossible had you not regained a little of your courage.

“[Name]!”

Except you didn’t think you had courage enough to face this. You skidded to a halt just a step or two from the base of the stairs. There standing next to Janet was a very tall man with long hair drawn up part way into a bun—definitely not Luis. If you had been paying any sort of attention to the low tenor of the voice before, you might have realized that Thor had returned before he spotted you headed right for him.

“Well, well,” came Hope’s voice from behind you, “look who finally decided to show up.”

“Hope, dear, I’m sure that Thor has a good reason for not coming to visit sooner,” Janet said.

Hope smiled icily as she stepped around you. “Oh, I’m sure he does. Busy in Asgard?”

“If by ‘busy,’ you mean dealing with my sibling’s third resurrection and attempt at the throne in half a year, then, yes. I have been very busy,” Thor said. You doubted he had even seen Hope’s expression, because he couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

“Isn’t that convenient? Just leaving like usual and making Scott and I clean up your mess.”

“Hope,” you said softly, “it’s okay. He—”

“What the hell is he doing here?”

What with Thor’s sudden arrival, Scott had not been able to keep Hank distracted for long enough for you and Hope to escape the building. The two men burst into the foyer together. Scott had his teeth grit together in an expression of apology. Hank marched right up to Thor—who didn’t exactly look smaller when dressed like an Earth man—and jabbed a finger into his chest.

“I thought I told you that your kind isn’t welcome here,” Hank said.

“Not this again,” Janet sighed.

This mild assault got Thor’s attention, and he coolly shoved the prodding hand away. “Dr. Pym, I assure you that my business in your home has nothing at all to do with the Avengers or Tony Stark.”

“Business! What makes you think I care what business you’re on?” Hank demanded.

“Hank, let the thunder god speak,” Scott said, but it was to no avail.

“If you aren’t here to harangue us into some dangerous adventure that could have been otherwise avoided if one of you would keep Tony Stark’s ego in check, you must be here because of [Name]. Like that’s any better. I suppose you’re the one to blame for her drifting around here like she’s lost her cat for the past two weeks!”

“I am here in the hopes of relieving her. I have heard nothing of a cat. In fact, I was told the cause of her discomfort now has something to do with Kevin Davis.”

All hell broke loose after Thor’s name-drop. You flushed in the face of Janet’s gasp. Scott winced. Hope’s hand latched hard around your elbow. And Hank? Hank turned the full brunt of his anger on you.

“Kevin Davis?” he shouted. “You’re telling me all of this is because you let Kevin Davis back into your life? Good Lord, [Name], I thought you were intelligent!”

“That’s enough, Dad,” Hope said sternly.

“It is not enough! The one benefit to you bringing this lout into our family is because at least he got you away from Kevin! What did that idiot want this time? Did you give it to him?”

“Do not yell at [Name],” Thor put in. “She remains under my protection—”

“Oh, because you’re doing such a good job with that!”

“Hank, stop. Let’s give these two some space. Weren’t you the one that was so worried about [Name] this morning?” Janet said.

“Excellent idea,” said Hope.

Before you could speak a word in your own defense—not that you could think of a single one because Hank was right—the hand on your elbow yanked you in the direction of the door. Somehow Hope must have managed to get ahold of Thor as well, because she practically threw you both out the front door at the exact same time. Through it you caught only a glimpse of Scott and Janet tugging Hank in the opposite direction before Hope pulled the door closed behind her.

“So. Change of plans,” she said.

“It appears so,” Thor grumbled.

“You take [Name] on her walk. [Name], you talk to Thor. I’ll go do some damage control with Dad.”

You knew what she meant by “talk to Thor.” She clearly thought you’d used the two weeks of his absence to think up a way to tackle the subject of your being pregnant with your ex-boyfriend’s baby. Typically, your best friend had a better gasp on your abilities. Your eyes went wide as they connected with hers, but Hope had no pity.

“Better make it a long walk,” was all she said before she disappeared back inside the house.

This left you and Thor alone together outside in January. A January in San Francisco, however, was not going to give you any real cold to distract yourself with. No breaths puffed out from between your lips to watch drift to the sky; no goosebumps rose across your skin. All you were capable of doing was staring at your boyfriend like a deer caught in the headlights. Had he always been that large? You didn’t remember him being quite so large.

“I take it that you had not yet explained the circumstances surrounding your stay here to Dr. Pym,” Thor said.

The awkward moment did not end with your quiet answer of, “No.”

“I am sorry, then. It was not my intention to reveal to him anything you had not yet chosen to reveal yourself.”

“It’s…it’s okay.”

“No. It is my desire to keep your secrets when you have them. Please accept my sincere apology.”

“Really. He was going to find out anyway.”

Why could you not bring your voice above a rasp? Thor’s brow furrowed—over your inability to speak at a decent volume or the oddity of your statement, you didn’t know. He did not choose to explain his expression. Instead, he gave himself a shake, exhaled, and extended one hand out to you.

“Shall we go on our walk? I should hate for Hope to return and find us here ignoring her explicit instructions. We do not,” he added when you just gaped at the hand hanging in the air between you, “have to hold hands if doing so would bring you discomfort.”

He looked so sincere, gazing down at you with his calm blue eyes. Bile rose in the back of your throat when you risked a second look at Thor’s hand. It was so big, just like the rest of him. You knew from experience how easily it could envelop your own, or grip one side of your hips, or cup a single cheek. Yet all you could think of in that moment was another hand, another night, and how that hand had—

You screwed up whatever courage you had left to you. Kevin had already taken so much from your life—years, health, sanity. Were you really about to stand by and sacrifice your relationship with the man you loved to Kevin, too?

Before Thor could take your obvious reluctance as a no, you gingerly put your own hand inside his. The wide grin he shot you made you realize just how badly he must have wanted to hold any part of you since that drive home from the hospital. Your insides squirmed with guilt—but not fear, you were surprised to find. His hand was warm and strong and comforting as he laced his fingers through yours to lead you down the walk to the waiting street.

“I do regret that I upset Dr. Pym by coming over. Each time I hope he will be more amicable toward me, and each time I do believe he grows less so,” Thor said.

You could not spend the entire walk in silence. Though it took great effort to yank your thoughts away from the place you and Thor were connected, you finally managed an answer about a block away from your starting position: “That’s Hank for you. He’s really good at holding grudges.”

“Alas, the same can be said of Tony. The two of them could do such great and wonderful things if only they could find it in themselves to work together rather than apart.”

“Howard burned Hank pretty badly back in the day.” You tried to keep your eyes on the approaching street sign. That made things easier. “Hank hasn’t helped by making every little thing a big deal. I wouldn’t hold my breath waiting for either of them to come around if I were you.”

“Wise words as always, Love. I am grateful we are all on good terms with Scott, at least. Otherwise I would never have received your summons.”

So much for the naive assumption he hadn’t got those summons and was simply back in San Francisco because he lived there part-time. Could you think of an excuse that would convince him to give you more time before you explained yourself? You didn’t get the chance to ask before, having come to an empty bus stop bench, Thor sat down and pulled you gently into the seat with him. He clasped your hand in both of his and kissed the exposed tips of your fingers.

“I feared the worst when Heimdall brought me the news. I thought Kevin had come for you while my back was turned once more. Is that what happened?”

This was it. You could always tell him yes. As Hope had pointed out, you did not have to carry this baby to term. Thor spent a lot of time in Manhattan. How hard would it have been to schedule an appointment during some weekend he was off saving the world? Things could go back to the way they were. He never had to know.

You knew then and there you couldn’t do it. Kevin had said that, hadn’t he? That Thor never had to know? Did you really want to give Kevin that sanctification? Absolutely not. Someday you wanted to be able to look yourself in the eye in the mirror again, and making any more concessions to your ex-boyfriend would not allow you to do that.

Evidently, your silence caused Thor to believe you did not want to tell him. He let go of your hand so that he could cup the side of your face instead.

“If you merely wanted me here so that you could put an end to things between us, I will not stop you. Please do not believe that I would ever hurt you for any reason, let alone in retaliation.”

You wished for the hundredth time that morning that it wasn’t so easy to make you cry. “I still love you, Thor. I never stopped. It’s just been…”

“Difficult.” He nodded, smoothing some of your hair down. “I understand. But if you do not desire to break up with me, then I beg you to tell me the reason behind your call. Was I correct? Did Kevin try to hurt you again?”

“No. I haven’t seen him since that night.” Except in your nightmares, and in every crowd when you dared to leave whatever residence you had.

“Good. You called me for something, however. [Name], I made a vow to myself that I would never ask more of you than you were willing give me. Thus far I have kept that vow. Today I must break it. Please. Please tell me what errand you needed me for. If there is anything remaining to be done, I will do it. Nothing will ever make up for my absence the night you truly needed me—”

“Thor. Stop. You sound like Hope.”

“I shall take the comparison as a compliment. Few Midgardians I have met can match her strength. But you are avoiding my question. Dr. Pym is correct in his assessment. You are not well, and as far as I know, we do not own a cat.”

That almost made you laugh. Almost. Laughter. What a foreign concept. “No. No cats.”

“Then what? Will you not tell me? I confess that your call surprised me. I rather thought you no longer wanted to see me at all.”

“I know.” You gulped. “I’m sorry I’ve been so awful.”

“Never awful, [Name]. Distant, perhaps, but that does not require an apology. My only wish is to understand what is going on.”

Maybe if you had had a modicum of Hope’s strength, this would not have been so difficult. You squirmed on the bench; Thor shifted away. His warmth vanished, and you found yourself desperate for its return. Still the tears coursed down your cheeks, blurring him as though he was already walking away out of your life.

“Thor. You—you’ve been really great. About all of this. Not just this. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Really. I know it’s been hard and I’ve been—been so stupid.”

“You are far from stupid. And I would do all of it again, a thousand times over. I love you, [Name].”

“You won’t after I tell you why I needed you to come back from Asgard.”

“Impossible. There is no 'truth’ that could put a stop to my feelings for you.”

Rip the bandage off. Take the plunge. Breathe, before you pass out. All this you told yourself. Still it was not enough. Your deep inhale made your chest ache, but you knew there was no more putting things off. You did your best to blink away the excess moisture, searching all the while for one of Thor’s hand. You found one and gripped at it as though it were a swiftly retreating lifeboat.

“I’m pregnant, Thor.”

His eyes went wide.

“It's—it’s not your baby. It can’t be. Kevin must have—when we—he wasn’t wearing a…I swear I didn’t want this. I would never—I could never—”

Then you dissolved into tears too hysteric to allow you to finish your fractured speech. The hand in yours did not retreat, but neither did it move. All its heat seemed to have vanished. You didn’t just cry that afternoon. You bawled in a way you hadn’t allowed yourself since your drive to the hospital. Who cared if anyone saw you there sobbing alone in the watery sunlight?

Only you were not alone. Slowly, the hand in yours moved, but it never moved entirely away from you. It traveled up your arm to your shoulder. Thor’s other hand joined its brother on your opposite arm. Before you could fully register that he had not immediately jumped up and called for a one-way trip to Manhattan, he pulled you against his firm chest, wrapping his arms around you, cradling you, rocking you right out there in the open.

He pressed a firm kiss to the top of your head. This, more than anything, was what caused you to realize he had not left. His presence did not entirely quiet your continued hiccups and attempts to stifle your own sobs, but it did muffle them somewhat.

“I am sorry, [Name]. No. 'Sorry’ is an inadequate word. My heart breaks for you. But why would you think that this news would put an end to my desire to be with you?”

Pressed as you were up against him, you felt his deep voice more than heard it. You shuddered a little, pushing your face into him as far as it would go to answer in a muffled voice, “Didn’t you hear me? I’m pregnant. With another man’s baby.”

“You had no choice in the matter.”

“I had plenty of choices. I could have refused to see Kevin, for one.”

“Perhaps if you had invited him over with the express purpose of sleeping with him, I would feel differently. You did not. You could not. I saw you that night, remember? And you did not have the look of a woman who had accepted someone else’s advantages. That you are with child because of one man’s cruelty is no fault of your own, and I will not have you believing that it is.”

The tears now pouring down your face were silent. Thor’s shirt had been thoroughly soaked, yet you wouldn’t have minded staying right there sitting just like that for the rest of your life. At least you felt safe there. Then he shifted away so that he could look you in the eye.

“[Name], you must know that I will support you in this. You will never need to rely on that disgrace of a man. Do I make myself clear?”

He did, but you found yourself unable to respond.

Thor brushed some hair from your face with such care that you didn’t flinch away from his touch. “When I say I will support you, I mean that no matter what you choose. Keep the baby or do not as you desire. If keeping it will please you, I will gladly raise the child as my own.”

“Oh!” Something about that offer made your face heat up all over again. “I don’t know about keeping it.”

“Then you plan to give it away?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.”

“There are not many options left other than those two,” he said.

“I know. You’re right. Hope pointed out that I…I didn’t have to have it.”

He did not balk at the suggestion. “Is that what you want?”

“Maybe. No? I don’t think so. I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

“You will inform me when you have?”

“Of course.”

“I am pleased to hear it. Just know that I am here for you as long as you will agree to have me at your side.”

“I always want you here, Thor,” you murmured. “Even when I don’t act like it. Especially when I don’t act like it. I love you.”

Your eyes met his. Somehow you found the strength to keep your gaze up. He smiled before bending his head to kiss you swiftly on his mouth. No chance to return his affection was offered to you, for as soon as the act was done, Thor bounced to his feet with a clap of his hands.

“Well, then. Now that that has been settled, what say you we return to Pym Place? If I keep you much longer, Dr. Pym is likely to come searching for you, and Tony has told me not to go picking fights with him in public places. The news pieces give Tony some ailment he refers to as 'PR headaches.’”

If only things could be wrapped up so easily. What Thor suggested would mean facing Hank. By now, he and Janet would know the truth. Your fingers froze around the edge of the bench you had gripped to push yourself up, leaving you stooped awkwardly a mere inch above the bus stop’s surface.

“Or,” Thor said slowly, “you could wait outside in the yard while I gather your things from your room. We can go home together as soon as it is done.”

You sighed as you wrenched yourself into a standing position. “Hank will never forgive me if I don’t give him a chance to apologize. Let’s just get this over with.”

This time, you took Thor’s hand of your own volition. He gave it a brief squeeze while shooting you one of his most radiant smiles. You made a brave stab at leading the both of you back up the block.

Did you have any answers to your predicament? No. Did you have any answers to the more immediate questions Hank was sure to lob at you the second you stepped inside his house? No, again. What you did have was your boyfriend’s support and love, and for the time being, that was enough to keep the shattered pieces of your being glued together.

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kari69a-deactivated20220420 · 2 years

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the stark difference between store brand and name brand garbage bags like. hehe here's me with my soppy little wet plastic pouch! coming thru !

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magma-cjay · 3 years

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Lingering Fragments (cw: death, angst, implied suicide)

(foreword: ok MagmaCjay, you asked for it, don't say you weren't warned)

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They were all dead. Every single one of them.

With great effort Risotto staggered toward the headquarters, limping painfully, his right leg dragging, and barely attached to his body by Metallica's power alone. Torn nearly off and barely hanging on by a few strands of muscle and tendon, and the ability of his Stand.

He had barely escaped his encounter with the unassuming young boy. A boy whom he knew had ties to the Boss. Who had mistreated him and his team for far too long. Who he was a fool to have underestimated. But he was lucky to escape with his life. Especially when Bucciarati's team intervened.

If one can consider me lucky, by any definition, Risotto thought.

His whole team was gone. He was the last man standing. The rest of his men, his family, slaughtered like swine by Bucciarati's team, and for what? Hadn't they sought to betray the boss as well? Hadn't they sought the same goal? Weren't they two teams on enemy sides, yet united with a common enemy?

It was all so damn unfair.

It wasn't long until Risotto neared the Hitman Squad hideout, a small, shabby and unassuming apartment that lay secluded in the Italian suburbs. A place where he and his crew dealt their shady deals to survive and hid from the wrath of the Boss. A place that was what many would call the dark, ominous underground of Italy's streets, but was a shelter for his men and himself.

A place that was the closest thing he could call a home.

Barging into the door, blood pouring from his numerous wounds, Risotto stumbled painfully into the living room with a cry of anguish. A cry that echoed through the empty halls of the hideout and gradually warbled away into silence. A painful, deafening silence that hurt Risotto far more than Aerosmith's bullets ever could.

He collapsed heavily onto the kitchen table, breathing heavily and wincing in pain. His dark inky eyes darted down onto the table, which was empty, save for a newspaper, and a plate of long-stale crackers, which were beginning to attract ants from their time left unattended.

Risotto's heart sank like lead as the gravity of what those meant struck him harder than any blow from the Boss's stand. The newspaper was spread out at a crossword puzzle, the date: April 1st, 2001. Risotto wished this was all a fool's day trick, but the silence was all too real. All too agonizing to endure.

The crossword puzzle was half-finished, with angry scribbles and incorrect answers that Risotto recalled too well. Of the angry hollers of Ghiaccio, as he struggled to comprehend words, while Formaggio mocked him playfully for his incompetence while snacking on the table.

Now the remnants of Formaggio's last meal lay untouched, as if silently awaiting their consumer. But there was none. Once wise-cracking, prank-pulling, now just a charred, cold corpse on a street somewhere. Would he at least be laid to rest by whoever found his body? thought Risotto. Or would he be left to rot, be picked away by rats and roaches like garbage? Like the garbage he had always been treated as, by the world, by society, by the very gang they had found themselves trapped in?

The unfinished crossword puzzle also brought Risotto little comfort. He had always loathed Ghiaccio's rambling, his angry ranting at the most trivial of things. But now Risotto ached for that irate voice. He would have given anything to hear that voice one last time. Not that Ghiaccio's throat, pierced right through the spine and out his windpipe, drowned slowly in his own blood by Giovanna and his gunman, would ever make another sound again.

Risotto glared at the crossword puzzle, and the one word that Ghiaccio had managed to fill. "An eight letter word synonymous with forever."

Eternity.

Eternity. How painfully appropriate. Gone for eternity, never to be seen or heard from again. Forever. Just like the only family he ever had, with this one word, inked out in a sanguine red on the faded parchment, as if an ominous tiding of death.

The sight of these leftovers were too much for Risotto to bear, and despite the agony he heaved himself off the kitchen chair, stumbling to the living room and throwing himself onto the couch. His blood stained the faded, torn cushions, as he pressed his face into a pillow and muffled a scream. He breathed in through his nose, and caught a waft of a familiar scent. Prosciutto's cologne. His favorite pefume that he wore before...that mission. Risotto felt a lump in his throat.

Everywhere he looked, everywhere he went, the house was filled with little remains of everyday things, which like nails further hammered in the loss in his already wounded heart and soul. Scents. Sights. Sounds, or the lack thereof.

His knee accidentally pressed something hard on the sofa and with a static whirr the television came on. It was a dramatic soap opera currently on air. Melone and Illuso's favorite television show, featuring soppy tales of love and romance which they dutifully watched day after day, despite mocking jabs from Formaggio and Ghiaccio about their tastes in genre.

And now they will never know how the show ends. The last he had heard of Melone was a report from Ghiaccio claiming to have heard him scream on the phone and lose contact. And Illuso...was gone. Not just dead, but gone: vanished without a trace, melted into thin air, with not even a hair or piece of clothing to remind the world that he ever was.

Would anyone remember them? Would anybody even care?

They were just criminals to the world, weren't they? The scum of the earth, filthy, cold-blooded killers. They were the monsters of society, and to anyone else? They'd say they deserved to die.

But to Risotto, they were family. His family. His brothers in a way, who were all dragged in this horrid life by the cruel twists of fate. He'd wished to have escaped from the trappings of this mafia, but they were mired too deep into the quicksands of crime. He regretted deep inside having turned them into this life of a gangster. Especially Pesci. He was too young, too naive. He never deserved a life like this. He never deserved to see his big brother crushed under the wheels of a locomotive, and be torn apart alive shortly after by that damn Bucciarati's stand to spend his final moments in pain and terror at the cold, freezing abyss of a lake.

He despised himself at not having been able to save them. Of having failed to free them from the binds of this miserable existence. But it was too late. Since the day Sorbet and Gelato befell their dreadful end, he swore that he would lose no more further. But he did. One by one. And every single day, Risotto returned to find his home a little bit emptier.

Until there was none.

He was all alone in this cold, cruel, void, everyone he had ever cared about but a distant memory or a pallid lifeless corpse. There was nothing left for him. No one to turn to. Not even Formaggio's uplifting cracking jokes or Prosciutto's affectionate reassurance. He hated Giovanna and his allies for everything they did. If he could, he wanted to take their lives with his own bare hands, make them pay for the pain they wrought. But what would it bring him? Satisfaction? Justice?

There is no justice in this wretched world, Risotto thought bitterly. That's why I am here in the first place.

He could murder Giovanna and Bucciarati and the Boss for all he cared, but the damage was already done. Nothing he could do would bring back his family. They were dead, gone forever, and all of his efforts would have been in vain.

There was nothing left for him, but a future of emptiness.

Why did he have to suffer? What did he do to deserve all this? They were bad people who did bad things, but it wasn't their fault they were forced to become what they were. Risotto whimpered like a frightened child as he curled up on the bloodstained sofa, embracing himself tightly in a futile effort to make the pain go away, the pain of his body's wounds, and the agony that seared his soul like hellfire.

He wanted the pain to end.

A gleam caught his eye, down next to the sofa. Something black and shiny lay tucked against one side of the cushions It was Prosciutto's spare revolver, which he kept in good condition, and kept hidden away in case his original was lost or damaged if a mission went wrong.

It couldn't have gone more wrong.

Everything had gone wrong.

Their entire life had gone wrong.

With trembling hands and heaving breath Risotto reached out for the revolver and felt its cold, hard steel touch menacingly, and yet enticingly, to his stiff, shivering fingers.

Maybe this would make the pain go away.

For eternity.

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(afterword: yeah, told you this would get really depressing. i didn't know if Risotto would kill himself or choose to continue living, in which case he would just suffer all the more so yeah i never made a chapter two. oh well. sorry all you squadra fans for making you cry today)

#jjba #jjba part 5 #la squadra #tw death #tw suicide implication #okay first of all let me just-#*SOBS*#you are a talented writer and have too much power #holy shit #my heart wrenches now #thanks you weren't joking #submission

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rabbitrah · 3 years

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I AM WITH MY BEST FRIEND 😭❤️ SHE IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE HER SO MUCH. ALSO I'VE NEVER BEEN TO THIS CITY OR THIS STATE OR THIS PART OF THE COUNTRY BEFORE, SO EXCITE! As soon as we were done hugging and being soppy about being reunited she just instantly launched into a rant about how much she hates this city though, lol. Here was her running narration while she drove me to her place:

"This city is a nightmare. There's nowhere good to get breakfast here. You can't find biscuit breakfast sandwiches anywhere. No one makes them. We had to go to so many donut places before we could find yeasted donuts. Everyone sells cake donuts. The roads are a disaster. There are people everywhere. It's old as shit. There's so much old stuff here. *points to a building* That looks old. I don't know what it is though. Everyone drives like assholes and to survive you must also be an asshole. We tried to go fishing and the water was so nasty. I don't even like looking at it. No fish should live there. It's a wasteland, there's no parking. There are people fucking everywhere. Millions of people live here. Millions! More than one. I think. I don't remember. Too many for me. I can't go anywhere without google maps. It's so big. It's so annoyingly large. I miss living in the middle of nowhere so much. We live in a city and I hate it. Garbage trash wasteland. Dear God. Apparently it's fun to visit? But no one likes living here. No one says "wow, I love this city." No one that I know! I see a lot of cute dogs walking around here though."

I'm curious if anyone has any guesses about which city it is based on her scathing review? I'm not going to tell you if you're right or wrong, I just think it would be funny 😂

#txt

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eternal-misfit · 3 years

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You know, I may not be much of a Sniperspy shipper myself, but I have to admit: “It could be worse” is probably one of, if not the best fic I have ever read.

The interpretation of the characters, their interactions, the pace at which the main relationship unfolds...it’s just right, and feels so realistic.

It’s one of the rare fics I actually go back to, and I still enjoy it just as much as I did back in April of 2020, when I read it for the first time. And If I am in need of a good cry, I just re-read the ending (I’m not gonna spoil anything, but...actual goals. AF.)

Anyway, enough of my soppy soliloquy, just go read it, pairing be dammed.

Anonymous TF2er, you wrote this out of spite because you were sick and tired of all the badly written garbage out there. And for that, I thank you. Even ten years after it’s release, it is a breath of fresh air, and an excellent proof that fanfics CAN indeed be amazing.

Edit: think of it this way- it is so good that it makes a non-shipper say “huh, that’s pretty neat, I could see their relationship develop like that”.

Also, I rewrote some of my rambling.

#franzi rambles #tf2 #sniperspy #bloody suit #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #team fortress 2

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englishstrawbie · 4 years

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Prompt from @abroken-star: Maya teasing Carina about her messy English

Also at AO3.

The first time it happened, they were at dinner at a small Moroccan restaurant on the east side of the city. It was only their third official date – although there had been several unofficial dates in between. Carina was lamenting about a run-in she’d had with Owen over a trauma patient earlier that day. It had obviously irritated her, as she had been on edge all evening. Every few words, she would fall into her native Italian language. Maya had already learned to recognise the curse words and she was grateful at least that Carina chose to swear in Italian, given how small the restaurant was.

“So then he told me that he was taking the patient to surgery without even letting me do an ultrasound!” Carina exclaimed.

Maya nodded sympathetically, only vaguely following the story.

“So I told him, I wasn’t going to accept that in the bed!”

Maya had just taken a sip of wine and felt the liquid hit the back of her throat when she jolted upright. “You said what?”

She knew Carina had hooked up with Owen in the past and, okay, they hadn’t defined their relationship as exclusive but she hadn’t expected Carina to drop that bombshell so casually over dinner.

“I’m not a pullover,” Carina said.

She frowned as Maya simply stared at her.

“…ah, pushover.”

Maya listened as Carina corrected herself and felt relief wash over her as she realised what Carina was trying to say.

“You mean, you weren’t going to take it lying down?”

“Si!” Carina said. “That’s the same thing, no?”

Maya shook her head in exasperation, yet somehow couldn’t be mad. She smiled as Carina continued her story, oblivious to what she had just said. Maya could already tell that this woman was going to make life interesting.

* * * * *

The next time it happened, they were lying in bed. Maya had been happy to find a text message from Carina waiting for her at the end of her shift, inviting her to breakfast at her townhouse. Breakfast had been forgotten in favour of more intimate activities and now, here they were, still hungry and curled up in bed together. Carina’s head was rested on her chest, her limbs wrapped around Maya, keeping her warm in the cool morning air as they debated their movie choice for the day.

“The Avengers?”

Carina screwed up her nose. “Pretty Woman?”

“Eh,” Maya said unenthusiastically. “Bourne Identity?”

“Bridget Jones’ Diary?”

“John Wick?”

Carina rolled her eyes. “You always want to watch the action movies,” she grumbled. “Titanic?”

“And you always want the soppy, romantic movies,” Maya said with a gentle nudge. “Okay, how about a compromise – Mr & Mrs Smith?”

Carina smiled. “Hmm. That’s right down my aisle.”

“Excuse me?” Maya said, her eyes wide.

Carina looked up at her. “It’s a good choice, no?”

It took a moment before Maya realised what Carina meant to say. “Oh. You mean it’s right up your street.”

Carina gave a small shrug as her stomach rumbled with hunger. “There are still pastries in the kitchen,” she murmured. “We should get up.”

“In a minute,” Maya said, instead choosing to sink deeper into the mattress.

* * * * *

“You invited her our date night?”

They were stood in the kitchen, out of earshot of Vic who was curled up under a blanket on Maya’s sofa looking despondent.

Maya shrugged her shoulders. “I didn’t invite her, she asked if she could come over,” Maya said. “And I couldn’t say no, just look at her.” She looked over her shoulder at the sad figure. Carina followed her gaze. “She’s been moping ever since Dean asked her to move out.

Carina grunted. “Does she have to mope here?”

“Carina!” Maya scolded her. “She’s my friend.”

“Just because she’s out with the garbage, doesn’t mean you invite her over on date night,” Carina huffed.

“Out with the…?” Maya said. “Down in the dumps?”

Carina rolled her eyes. “Whatever. Can’t we just have an early night and go to bed?” She slipped her hand around Maya’s waist and pulled her closer, leaving a kiss on her neck.

Maya sighed. “We can’t.”

“I could pretend to be sick,” Carina suggested. “Maybe I’m coming down with a migraine.”

She sank her teeth lightly into Maya’s skin, causing Maya to let out small moan.

“Uh, guys, is there any more wine?” Vic called out from the sofa.

Carina let out a low, disgruntled growl.

“Be nice,” Maya said. “And I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Bribery worked. Carina flashed her best smile and picked up a bottle of wine. “You’d better.”

* * * * *

The rain and thunderstorms had ruined their plans for a picnic in the park, which is why they were settled on cushions on the floor of Maya’s apartment, an array of board games beside them. They had started with Scrabble, moved on to Checkers, and had just finished a game of Clue. Much to Maya’s frustration, Carina had won all three games.

“I don’t get it, I always win Clue!” Maya moaned.

Carina smiled triumphantly. “That’s just the way the biscuit breaks!”

“The cookie crumbles,” Maya said. Despite her competitive nature coming through, there was a playful glint in her eyes.

Carina reached over and gave her a gentle tap on the knee. “I’ll let you win the next one,” she teased.

“No, you won’t!” Maya said. “I’ll win because I deserved it.”

She twisted her lips as she looked through the pile of games. “How about Monopoly?”

Carina screwed up her nose. “Too long. And boring.”

“Operation?”

“Too much like work,” Carina said. She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully, looking around. The room was lit with lamps and candles, giving it a romantic feel, and suddenly she had no desire for board games any more. “How about we stop playing games.”

Maya tossed the Operation box to one side. “What do you want to do instead?” she asked.

Carina grinned and pushed herself onto her knees, shuffling forwards.

“You.”

* * * * *

It was supposed to be a quick stop at the hardware store on the way to the movies, except the store clerk that served them was barely out of high school and a condescending little shit who thought he knew better than Carina did just because he was a man.

“Carina,” Maya hissed. “Don’t.”

“No, this is important,” Carina said.

Maya’s cheeks flushed red as Carina called over the manager, her face pinched with anger.

“I’m going to give him a slice of my head.”

“A piece of your mind,” Maya corrected her, immediately regretting it when Carina glared at her.

Maya sighed. So much for the movie.

“I’m going to wait in the car.”

* * * * *

Maya flung open the door, smiling widely. “Hey stranger!”

“Ciao bella!” Carina said, taking a step inside and immediately pulling Maya into a kiss.

It had been two weeks since they had last seen each other; two weeks since Carina had received a phone call from home to tell her that her Papa was sick and needed her. She had jumped on an airplane immediately, nervous about what she would find when she got to Italy and fearful about how long she would be away. It had been months last time and she hated the idea of being away from Maya for so long. Fortunately, her father’s illness was not serious and, once she had persuaded him to see a doctor, he had made a swift recovery. As much as she loved being back in her native country, she had left him as soon as he was better, desperate to get home.

“I missed you.”

Maya smiled. “I missed you, too.” She slid her hands around Carina’s waist, kicking the door closed and walking them into the apartment until she could push Carina up against the back of the sofa.

“Never go away again.”

Carina smiled. “Well, they do say that distance makes the heart get bigger,” Carina said softly.

Maya laughed, causing Carina’s brow to furrow.

“I got it wrong again, didn’t I?”

“Yes,” Maya said, inching closer for another kiss. “But I like your version better.”

#station 19 #grey's anatomy #maya bishop #carina deluca #station 19 fanfiction #my fanfiction #prompt fic #sleeping resting loving

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