#the astronauts didn't drink it

[kply-industries]

A short-lived mascot for Tang, the tangbot.

#animated gif #animated gifs #gif #gifs #old advertisements #old ads #retro #vhs #cartoon #flashing #tang #robot #tangbot #C-3PO #ripoff #mascots #the astronauts didn't drink it #70s

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve and Eddie lay on the floor of Steve’s living room, staring at the ceiling fan as it moved on the lowest setting. They were both equally high, floating together like they were laying on clouds.

"Eddie?" Steve asked.

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you something?" Steve asked.

"Anything, man," Eddie said.

"I like more than one thing," Steve said. "So much more."

"More than one thing of what?" Eddie asked.

"You know how some people like one thing and the opposite thing, but some people like one thing and the opposite thing," Steve said. "I like more than one thing, you know?"

"Like some people like Star Wars and some people like Star Trek, then there are people who say it's the same thing," Eddie said. "Which is bullshit. Some people like both of them, like me."

"You like Star Wars and Star Trek?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, problem?" Eddie asked.

"Nah, man, I'm friends with other nerds," Steve said. "I also like Star Trek and Star Wars. I also like basketball. I like so many things. Is that weird?"

"Nah, man. I don't have a problem with basketball, not anymore," Eddie said. "There's just so many things out there to like, you know. Gotta keep my mind open."

"I think there's a word for what we are. I just can't think of what is," Steve said. "My head is so foggy."

"Yeah, I think your ceiling fan just turned into a helicopter, man," Eddie said.

"Oh, man. I do not want a helicopter in my living room," Steve said.

"You're right. It is better that we're both sober," Vickie said.

Vickie and Robin were sitting on the couch, a bowl of popcorn between them.

"Told you, highly entertaining," Robin said. "Don't worry, once they sober, they'll remember that they're boyfriends and that this is the fifth time they're coming out to each other."

"Eddie?" Steve asked.

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you something else?" Steve asked.

"Yeah."

"Like sometimes, I don't feel like a man. Sometimes, I feel like a woman, but other days, I also feel like a man, and like other days, I don't feel like a man or a woman," Steve said. "Is that crazy?"

"Nah."

"Okay. Okay. We are encroaching on a territory I didn't know existed," Robin said with wide eyes.

"What do we do? Do we pretend like we didn't hear that?" Vickie asked.

"I mean, I think so. I don't know," Robin said. "Yeah, I think so. He's got to be the one to come to us on his own with that like he came out as bisexual. So, yeah, I think we just forget."

The next morning. . .

Robin walked downstairs and into her friend's kitchen. He was standing at the counter, drinking coffee. Robin stared at him, her heart full of affection and love for her platonic soulmate.

"Good morning, Robin," Steve said.

"It certainly is, good that is," Robin said, her eyes filling with proud tears.

"Are you okay?" Steve asked.

Robin sobbed and threw herself at him, hugging him tightly.

"I love you, no matter what shape you come in," Robin said.

"Uh, okay?" Steve asked. "What the hell does that mean?"

"Like if you ever decided to become. . . Astronaut shaped, I think it would be cool. Stars are beautiful, you know, and it's a beautiful thing because we're all made of stardust. And if even if you didn't want to be an astronaut, it would still be beautiful stardust," Robin rambled.

"Robin. . .did you wait until this morning to smoke weed? Why didn't you smoke with us last night?" Steve asked.

"I wanted to see what you and Eddie talked about when you guys were high," Robin said.

"And?" He asked.

"So many wonderful things," Robin sniffled. "I'm so proud of you, and just so you know, I'll support whatever decision you make."

"What if I decide to shave all my hair off?" Steve asked.

"Even then, I'll still love you," Robin said.

"Even my eyebrows?"

"I still love you. . . Dingus."

Robin kissed his forehead and skipped back upstairs to Vickie, leaving Steve with the same wave of affection that hit her just moments ago.

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual eddie munson #genderqueer steve harrington #genderfluid steve harrington #robin buckley #lesbian robin buckley #stranger things vickie #bisexual vickie #rovickie #rockie #rueleigh writes #robin & steve #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p #platonic soulmates

[lu-vin-it]

Where in the World Have you Been Hiding?

── ⋅⋅⋅ ────꒰ ୨ ♡ ୧ ꒱───────

Summary: Phantom Of The Opera is your favorite musical. It also happens to be someone else’s favorite musical.

Pairings: Remus Lupin x Reader

Pronouns: None mentioned, but I wrote R to be more feminine.

Word Count: 1,001

Warnings: Underage drinking

A/N: Let’s pretend that The Phantom of the Opera was out when the Marauders were in school! Also, thank you to @mictodii and @stqrluvr for proofreading.

Halloween was Remus’s favorite holiday. It was the one day where he actually looked forward to the party that would come at night, and he adored costume shopping.

So just like every year, he and the other Marauders went shopping together and found the perfect costumes. Sirius and James dressed up as Dumbledore and Mcgonagall, Peter as a disturbingly realistic tree, and Remus as the Phantom of the opera.

You weren’t as obsessed as Remus, but you did enjoy the holiday. You went to a party here and there with your friends, and usually dressed up, but that was the extent of it. Even as a child you didn't go trick or treating since your parents were always working.

However, like tradition, you and your two friends, Lacy and Genevieve, went costume shopping together. Lacy was dressed up as a fairy, Genevieve as a quidditch player, though you weren’t sure which, and you were dressed as Christine from Phantom of The Opera.

You were sure no one would get the reference. Wizards and witches usually weren’t brushed up on Muggle media, and it had just come out. But you just couldn’t help yourself. Christine’s dress was beautiful and when you saw a replica in a shop you had to have it.

Before the party, you and your friends got ready in your dorm. Lacy was covered head-to-toe with glitter— which matched your room that was also now completely covered in glitter. Even if you cleaned it with magic, you knew you’d be finding specks of glitter for months.

The great hall was packed with people in costumes. Even Dumbledore was dressed up as an astronaut. The hall was also beautiful, with floating pumpkins and gorey decorations. They even had someone playing an organ– or maybe it was charmed– you had no clue as there wasn’t an organ in sight. Genevieve made a beeline for the drink table, pulling you and Lacy along with her.

“Think anyone has spiked this yet?” Gen asks with an evil glint in her eye.

“Of course we have, gotta be quicker than that.” You and your friends turn around to see James and Sirius dressed up as.. Dumbledore and Mcgonagall.

“Interesting couple’s costume.” Gen responds with a smirk. “What’d you put in there?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” James crosses his arms (getting a fair amount of beard hair in between). Lacy reaches over and grabs a cup, quickly downing it.

“Tequila?” She asks. The boys stare at her and Sirius nods.

“Well we’ve got firewhiskey in our dorm, party in the dungeons tonight, see you there?” The boys smile and nod.

“See you there, ladies.” James replies.

“Hey aren’t you dressed up as that one girl from that one musical?” The raven haired boy asks, pointing at you.

“Oh, yeah, Christine from The Phantom of the Opera.”

“No way! Moony loves that musical. He’s dressed up as the guy with the mask.” You giggle slightly.

“As the Phantom of the Opera?”

“Yeah, the guy with the mask.” You shake your head at Sirius but don’t respond. Sirius looks around the hall before he locks eyes with someone and waves them over. Before you know it, the Phantom of the Opera.walks over to you. Your jaw drops slightly.

“Hey! Christine!” Your face breaks out into a grin.

“Hi! Oh my gosh, I didn’t think anyone would know my costume! And you’re all dressed up as him!” You fangirl.

“I didn’t think anyone would get it either! Your dress is so similar to the one she wore on broadway.” You nod.

“I know right? I saw it in a window and I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I spent basically all my life’s savings on it.” You laugh nervously.

“I’m glad you did. You look great.” He looks you up and down, taking you all in, before meeting your eyes and freezing. “I mean– um.”

“Do you wanna dance?” You interrupt. He sighs and nods. You grab his hand and pull him away from your friends, whom you may have forgotten about. The dance floor was incredibly crowded, and definitely less romantic as you hoped.

And yes, you hoped. It wasn’t every day that a guy dresses up as the romantic interest of the person you’re dressed up as. You were definitely meant to be. Plus, you’ve always thought Remus was cute. When his hands landed on your waist, it took everything in you not to jump on him right there on the dance floor. Instead you put your hands around his neck and swayed with him.

“Favorite song from the musical?” He hums.

“Hard one, Wishing You Were Somehow Here always makes me cry, but I also love Wandering Child.”

“Extremely great choices.”

“What’s your favorite?”

“Masquerade. It’s just so fun to sing.” He nods.

“You’re right, my Mom and I were singing it nonstop after we saw it.”

“That’s wonderful, I can imagine it now, Remus Lupin and his Mother singing and dancing to Masquerade.” Remus laughs.

“Don’t imagine it. It’s embarrassing to admit it as it is.” He replies playfully. You shake your head.

“I think it’s cute.” A silence falls between you for a moment.

“How long have you known Geneiveve and Lacy?” You glance over at your friends, Lacy was drinking another glass of punch and Gen was flirting with Sirius.

“I’ve known Lacy since we were in diapers. We’re cousins on my Dad’s side, and my Mom is good friends with her Dad— they were both Slytherins back in the day. Gen came along in first year, great thing too, Lacy and I are far too shy to make friends without her.”

“You don’t seem shy.” You blush.

“That’s because I’m talking to you.” He smiles.

“Oh really? Am I special or something?” You roll your eyes.

“Don’t get cocky, Lupin.” You glance over at your friends again, they’re still occupied. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Where would we go?” You hum in thought.

“Bell tower?” He smiles.

“Sure.”

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin fanfiction #fanfiction #harry potter x reader

[call-me-strega]

Dc x DP Prompt #2: He was Tragedy

I’ll start off by saying not everything that I am about to write will be canon compliant but I don’t really care about that. I also won't claim to know everything there is to know about Jason Todd but this my take on his character. And as for Danny I'm working mostly off of tidbits from the show and lore made by fans.

~~~

Jason Todd was born to an alcoholic father and raised by a drug addict mother. Both were victims of poverty in their own ways. His father turned to the drink to cope with the loss of his job and later, life as a two-bit thug supporting a family he grew to resent. His mother got caught up in addiction when she was young, watching her own mother use it to cope, and she grew dependent on it to deal with her husband's abuse. He grew up in a life of poverty and abuse.

What a tragic reality.

Daniel Fenton was born to a simple-minded father and a strong-willed mother. Both outcasts in the same way. Regardless of their inventive or scientific brilliance the two were shunned for their ardent belief in paranormal science. Two, otherwise talented individuals, the laughingstock of their community because of it. But they found love in each other and their mutual beliefs. They were utterly wrapped up in each other, their work and their desire to prove themselves . So much so, that they often forgot some of the most important people in their lives. He grew up watching his parents neglect and forget about him and his sister to pursue their obsession.

What a tragic reality.

Jason Todd watched his father beat his mother and his mother loose the fight to addiction. He learned the harsh realities of life on the streets. He knew people doomed by the cycle of poverty in a corrupt system. He learned that some people had twisted minds and devious desires. He understood the injustice of the world from a young age.

How tragic that is.

Daniel Fenton watched his otherwise in-love parents fight every Christmas and tear up their house. He learned harsh realities of his own life in his kitchen where food came back to life. He knew his sister grew up too fast to take care of him. He knew that his friends' parents didn't like leaving them in his parents' care. He understood the injustice of his situation from a young age.

How tragic that is.

Jason Todd still loved his mother and Danny Fenton still loved his parents. It was tragic that their parents cared but didn't love them the same way.

Jason Todd had a chance at a happy life but nothing was ever cut and dry. He loved his books and his new family. But he struggled in a community that didn't truly accept him. He did his best to change the world as he fought crime. But life isn’t fair, and it certainly isn’t kind. Jason Todd was 15 when he died.

It was a tragedy.

Daniel Fenton still lived a happy life but nothing was ever cut and dry. He loved the stars and his two friends. But he struggled in a community that didn't truly accept him. He did his best to change his world wishing to be popular or an astronaut. But life isn’t fair, and it certainly isn’t kind. Daniel Fenton was 14 when he died.

It was a tragedy.

Jason Todd could feel his bruised skin burn and smoke fill his pierced lungs. He died wishing for his for his father to come save him. He awoke in the dark 6 months later and crawled his way out of his grave. He gained more awareness in a pool of green. He was filled with anger and trained to be deadly.

Everyday he will know tragedy.

Danny Fenton could feel electricity dance on his burning skin as every molecule of his DNA was being overwritten. He died hoping his friends were still safe. He came to 10 minutes later with his body in a limbo and faintly realizing that he wouldn't get a grave. He gained more clarity when his eyes flashed green. He was filled with guilt and fighting to protect.

Everyday he will know tragedy.

Red Hood does somethings he regrets and others he doesn't. It gets worse before it gets better. But it's still not good. Some days he still gets mad and somethings he'll never let go of (his father's bataraang at his neck). But he moves on, reconciling with his brothers, he learns to cope and he's getting better. He takes responsibility upon himself to protect and avenges the downtrodden in the way he knows works. He tries to improve both sides

He fights to stop tragedy.

Phantom learns the hard way not to do things he'll regret. He knows it can get worse and strives to do better. But it's still hard. Some days he's resentful and somethings he wishes were better (his parents still shoot at him). But he moves on, his sister and friends teach him to cope and help him get better. He is given the responsibility to protect others and maintain balance in whatever ways he can. He tries to protect both sides.

He fights to stop tragedy.

When they meet it's not love at first sight. There is no desperate attraction or magnetic pull. There is patience and slowly growing close. There is nurtured love and hard-earned trust. There is looking into each other's eyes and understanding that, yes,

He was Tragedy.

These two find solace in having someone understand even a fraction of the tragedy they know. Their love is like a fire that burns hot and slow. It is bright and passionate and fills them with warmth. They love each other deeply and they know:

They will not let their story end in Tragedy.

#dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #dc universe #danny phantom #danny fenton #red hood #jason todd #dead on main #danny x jason #dp x dc #angst #character study #tragedy #falling in love #with someone who understands #slight ambiguity #Strega’s dc x dp prompt

[daisychains111]

incorrect chb camper quotes but it's actually just my sister's quotebook from Twitter

Disclaimer: This post is gonna be LONG AF

Percy: "Ahh, die quieter"

Clarisse to Silena: "Do I look majestic?"

Will: "I live in America. Cultures?... casserole"

Nico: "At-home lobotomy"

Baby Nico to Clarisse: "You look like Harry Potter, You just need a scar black hair, different clothes, and to be a boy. "

Annabeth:"I don't know if I have enough sanity for 2 Holy books"

Leo: "I've seen titties before....not really in person, but yk"

Annabeth: "Do you have ears?"

Jason: "I kinda wanna work at Taco Bell"

Piper: "I've never been passive-aggressive in my life"

Will to Apollo: "There's no batteries in my butt Dad I'm not a robot"

Clarisse: "I'm not upset I don't hold grudges"

Ares to Clarisse: "I don't like your clothes it forces me to look at you"

Frank to Leo: "It's not 'drip' it's stupid"

Travis to the whole Hermes Cabin: "I'm the Rizzington bear... like Paddington bear but Rizz" (after his 1st date with Katie)

Nico: "I love Olive Garden, I wish Italians were real"

Rachel: "Come on, you guys stop trying to cockblock the view"

Katie: "If people can smoke weed in the middle of the day, then I can drink chamomile tea"

Rachel: "You don't want to piss me off I'm witewally a werewolf"

Piper about Jason: "All my friends are boys, and one just died... he would have made a great bridesmaid"

Frank: "I was doing a silly but the funny didn’t land"

Jason: "Why am I white"

Rachel: "I am not a whore, I am a celibate queen!"

Drew: "It's not the fashion statement that you think it is"

Nico about the Ares Cabin: "They're gonna call you a slur, but they're gonna be really nice about it"

Piper to Annabeth: "If we both think it, it's not bitchy"

Grover: "I'm just gonna write a paragraph or two about global warming"

Annabeth"I have like a 7th-grade reading level!!! (this is impressive when you're dyslexic)

Jason: "Dude I love yoga"

Will: "They say that Utah is the promise land"

Kayla: *explains what a text-fic is to grandparents (Apollo)*

Clarisse: "Put that on your Twitter!" *points knife at me*

Travis: "Do you eat?"

Katie: "...um yes?"

Travis: "Oh, I mean do you want to eat." (when he asked Katie out the first time)

Hazel: "That's not gonna change my heart. That's just gonna make me cry!"

Alabaster: "I wanna find someone somewhere to impregnate and then steal the baby......Where's your Twitter, that was kinda funny"

Percy about Leo: "I would spoon that man so hard"

Frank: "The closer I get to nature, the closer I get to being a werewolf"

Apollo: "I feel like Jaba the Hut"

Rachel: "It's because you ate girl dinner"

Apollo (same convo^)"I fell asleep, and I woke up, and I ate a girl dinner, and I didn't feel that good"

Percy: Don't mind me just cleaning the ocean" *hand angrily on hip*

Will to the Stolls: "Although my bellybutton was once my mouth I don't want soda in it!!"

Connor: "Look at how majestic I am"

Clarisse: *gasps* *throws uno cards* "This is communism at its finest, and I hate your life." *Is losing* "All I'm doing is humoring you now. There is no reason for me to play anymore." *throws cards* *again*

Nico: *passes out*

Will: "We need to take you to the doctor like right now."

Nico: "No fireworks are more important than my health"

Leo about Percy: "That's a pretty boy right there... if we were in prison, it's over."

Kayla when Will came out to her: "Slay motherfucker"

Annabeth: "I hope to not run over any old ladies...old men are fair game tho."

Percy: "Main characters get bullied, Jesus....yep!"

Leo: "What if I was an astronaut!!!!"

Travis: "Banana, Banana, Meatball"

Clarisse: "I am going to break your toe shut the hell up"

Katie to Connor: "I hope you get bullied in high school."

Clarisse about Leo: "This guy's a fuckin goober"

Clarisse: "What did you do to your sweatshirt? Did you get hungry?"-Grover: *sighs*

Nyssa (Hephaestus kid) to Leo: "Dont hurt me. I'm Batman!.... You better not tweet that"

Kayla to Apollo: "It's called multi-tasking Apollo! "

Apollo: "It's mother to you"

Clarisse: "I could fight God and win"

Percy: "So you wanna fight rn"

Clarisse: "No, I'm good"

Jason; "You look gang"

Leo: "What? I look gay!?!?!"

Jason: "You look straight, but nice"

Leo: "Oh... thanks!"

Apollo to Rachel"Lie, deny, cry, and for good measure be a raging slut."

Silena: "There's all kinds of nature out here"

Katie: "Live, laugh, love, low iron"

Annabeth to Piper: "Keep backing up...Cuz you have a fear of commitment

Lou Ellen to Katie: "Does your knee affect your shoe size... or are your feet just that small??"

Travis: "The amount of testosterone in me, peanuts are allergic to me!"

Leo: "I'm cracked up on feeling sexy"

Connor to the whole Hermes Cabin: "The "10" of us? our parents sp*rm pets"

Apollo about Athena: "OH gods, a single mom"

Apollo about Kayla's dad: "I cheated on myself with a man"

Malcolm about Athena: "She's a mom boogie woogie woogie"

Nico: "I cried at Chick-fil-A the other day"

Nico: "Live, laugh, lobotomy."

Drew about Thalia: "She has no friends and a dead brother."

Katie: "I wrote fanfiction on my i-pod touch"

Lacy to Leo: "Was it a tech? or was it a human?"

Will: "Live, laugh, love, tampons"

Kayla: "Die, cry, hate, condoms"

Aphrodite to Clarisse: "Do you like being a girl? You just always wear pants"

Percy: "Chill I know how to make conversations I have Rizz"

Will: "What! no! cow!"

Frank: "Fvcking knock it off seriously you guys are acting like children!!"

Travis to Lou Ellen: "Yesss pussy-pop you slayed"

Ashlyn (Hermes kid): "Chick-fil-A is mid, Taco bell is where it's at"

Percy during tlt: "You couldn't even buy a gumball with that shit (drachmas)"

Percy (same convo ^): "A quarter? You could buy a gumball with that shit"

Nico: "Your soul and your money!"

Tyson: "You've seen fishes, fishes move fast"

Leo to Frank: "What the fvck is a kilometer"

Leo making fun of Frank: "Mua ha ha ha I'm Canadian"

Percy: "Jesus didn't give up his life he gave up his weekend"

*as seen at 2am in the Apollo Cabin*

Gracie: "You're discriminating against me"

April (the token straight): "It's cuz she's gay"

Will: "We're all gay."

Nico: You don't have any slurs about you."

Leo: "No because I'm perfect"

this was fun to make lol....there will probably be a part 2 but like far in the future. if you made it this far I love you....also if you don't recognize names it's bc I deep-dived Wiki to find canon names for each cabin.

If y'all want one-shots based on these TELL ME I NEED STUFF TO WRITE ABOUT

#percabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #percy and annabeth #annabeth chase #percy jackson #camp half blood #hazel pjo #nico di angelo #travis stoll #connor stoll #tratie #katie gardner #lou ellen blackstone #will solace #jason grace #lacy pjo #leo valdez #frank zhang #drew tanaka #heros of olympus #hermes cabin #rachel elizabeth dare #rachel x connor #twitter #incorrect quotes #piper mclean #trails of apollo #riordanverse #rick riordan #hazel levesque

[mooodyblue]

take my pressure to the moon, astronaut | austin x plussized!reader

summary: it's valentine's day and austin wants to treat you right, only for it to backfire due to the anxious thoughts in your head.

warnings: nsfw mdni p in v, mentions of body image issues, mentions of not wanting to eat, read at ur own discretion 🙏🏼 probably missing some warnings idk

wc: 2.2k

a/n: i had nothing planned for today but alas. had a breakdown last night, got an idea at midnight and stayed up till 3 am just to finish this in one sitting. i told myself how i wished there were more plus sized!reader fics that weren't just smut and here i go writing more smut. but it's valentine's day! please be mindful of the tags. stay safe and happy valentine's day my friends <3 title is from 1/6 by sunmi 💗

masterlist

you always hated valentine's day. but it was different this year considering you were with austin now.

previous years, you'd find yourself in the clearance isles the day after, stocking up on your favorite snacks and then have your own late celebration. however, you'd never admit that to austin. you'll still be checking out that clearance isle though.

you didn't think you'd actually get to spend the day with him considering his busy schedule. he'd specifically asked for the day off just to treat you today. you were pleasantly surprised when you woke up to breakfast in bed, made by austin. it was nothing fancy. the tray had a plate of waffles, fruit, toast, eggs and of course, your beloved iced coffee that had mostly milk and creamer in it because you hated the taste of coffee. it's the little things that austin remembers and it's one of the main reasons he won you over.

he set the tray next to you, smiling proudly. "just call me gordon ramsay!"

you looked at the tray, a surpised expression on your face. "oh, austin! this is so-"

"but wait, there's more! hold on." austin left to the room only to return shortly, a small bouquet of roses in hand. "happy valentine's day, baby." he handed you the roses and placed a kiss on your cheek before sitting next to you, moving the tray to your lap.

oh, you could have just cried right then and there. "i didn't even get to do anything for you." you frowned.

"don't worry about it, trust me." he chuckled. he took a piece of fruit from your bowl, "now eat! i have a fun day planned for us." he said, feeding it to you.

after breakfast, you washed up and sat down at your vanity to do your make up. austin joined you in the bedroom, propping himself up on the bed and scrolling through his phone as he waited patiently for you to finish.

"what do you have planned? should i be scared?" you joked, working on your eyes.

he looked over at you, "scared? maybe a little." you widened your eyes, snapping your neck at him. "i'm just kidding! don't worry about it. 'm gonna take you to go buy a new dress for dinner tonight, then i was thinking we could....."austin continued to list off your plans for the day, but all you could do was focus on him mentioning dinner. knowing him, he most likely booked a table for the two of you at a restaurant. a public restaurant.

"...ashley told me about this amazing place in beverly hills......" you weren't even paying attention anymore. the thing is, your weight never really bothered you. it didn't bother austin either, he loved you no matter what size you were. but for some reason, you suddenly felt self conscious at the idea of eating at a public restaurant where you could easily be photographed mid bite, just to end up on the cover of some headline about someone at your weight dating austin butler.

crazy enough, you'd never eaten in public with austin. no fancy dinner or lunch dates, maybe an occasional date at a cafe, but you'd usually just get a drink and nothing else. you refused to eat in public, it was a genuine fear that you had.

"you still with me?"

you looked at him through the mirror, going back to applying your eyeliner. "yeah, sorry."

dress shopping was rough on you, especially knowing someone could easily photograph you trying on unflattering dresses and dresses that were a bit too small on you. you'd gone through five dresses already and you ended up hating them all, it was frustrating. you wished he didn't have plans on taking you out to dinner tonight cause it definitely would have made shopping a little easier.

"austin, i don't like any of these." you said through the dressing room door. "and the last one you gave me didn't even fit, it's embarrassing."

"hold on, i'm still lookin'" he went through another rack, lips perking up at a red dress that was just your size, perfect for valentine's day. "try this one on." he tossed it over the door and stood by the wall, waiting for you to come out.

the dress did fit and you were surpised at how good it looked on you, smiling softly at your appearance in the mirror. you walked out of the stall, showing it off to austin. "what do you think?"

"oh baby," he whistled and motioned for you to turn around, giving him a show. "i'd have you right here in this store if i could." your cheeks warmed up at his words, feeling your self esteem get a nice boost. "you're buyin' that one. can't wait to show you off tonight."

those words kept lingering in your brain, how he was going to show you off. it scared you slightly. you had no issue being photographed with austin, although annoying at times cause y'know...privacy. but why were you suddenly so bothered by it? you refused to bring it up to austin. you know he worked hard to get these reservations and you didn't want to ruin his plans for you.

on the way to the restaurant, you felt yourself get even more nervous, anxiety bubbling up in your chest. you really didn't want to do this. austin would understand completely, but maybe you'll push through just for him.

unfortunately, you were seated directly across from a window, perfect for someone to snap photos of the two of you. the restaurant was also filled, which didn't help at all. "i told 'em to put us in the corner." he sighed, looking over at the window. "i think we'll be alright though."

he'll be alright, but you? who knows. you just smiled and nodded, looking down at the menu and looking for something not messy, something that wouldn't have people questioning your eating habits the next day.

everything on the menu worried you, there was no safe option and you were definitely going to be laughed at on social media no matter what you ordered. you gave up and went with a pasta.

you weren't giving much to the conversation, just nodding along and taking sips from your wine. austin could tell something was off and you knew. "you alright?" before you could answer, the food was brought out and you looked down at it, questioning whether or not you should eat it or take it to go. "y/n?" he knew the moment you looked up at him.

you really tried not to cry or even tear up, it was all just frustrating for you. you wanted to eat the pasta in front of you, but your brain wouldn't stop giving you all these scenarios of what people would think of you.

austin pushed plate over to your side and stood up. "scoot over."

"what are you doing?" you asked, looking up at him.

"just-" he gestured with his hands for you to move. you moved your plate to the side along with your body as he sat beside you, shielding you away from the people there. it was a little awkward having you two sit on the same side, but it was kind of sweet. "will you eat a little bit? just for me?"

you looked at him then back down at your food, picking up the fork and taking a bite from it, covering your mouth with your hand anytime you chewed just out of habit. you could tell it made austin slightly sad, but he was just happy to see you eat.

he decided against dessert which made you feel slightly bad. "are you sure you don't want dessert?" you frowned.

he placed a hand on your lap. "i have something at home."

you only ate half of your food, too anxious to eat but well enough to eat enough to make austin happy. you'll eat the rest for breakfast tomorrow, anyway.

his hand didn't leave your thigh on the whole ride home, occasionally squeezing it and caressing your soft, delicate skin.

"i'm sorry." you muttered.

"for what?"

you looked down at your lap, watching how austin's hand gripped at your thigh. "ruining dinner."

"you didn't ruin dinner." he sighed. "i'm just happy you ate. i'm proud of you, baby."

you gave him a warm smile, but there was still that slight feeling of dread for ruining dinner.

the moment you got home, you put your leftovers in the fridge. as you turned around, you were met with austin leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as his arms darted up and down your body. "austin i-"

"don't." he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. "i wish you could see yourself the way i see you."

"oh, austin...." you rolled your eyes.

"listen to me." he moved his arms to cup your face, "you're gorgeous. you're the most beautiful human being i've ever laid eyes on. you have no idea how bad i wanted to rip that dress off of you and take you right there in front of everyone to see."

your cheeks got hot, a familiar sense of warmth running through your body.

"gonna fuck all of those nasty, little thoughts out of that head of yours. i promise you." he growled, crashing his lips onto yours. he caught you off guard, stumbling and having your back meet the fridge. your hands cupped at his jaw, letting his tongue slip through your mouth. his hands traveled all over your body, stopping at your breasts as he squeezed them through your dress. "love your tits so much." he muttered in between kisses.

you felt him hard against your thigh, only making you crave him even more. "fuck, austin-" you gasped.

you moved your hand to give him some pressure, only for him to slap your wrist away. "don't worry about me baby, let's focus on you." he pulled away from you slightly to bend down and hook his hands under your thick thighs. you let out a slight yelp as he lifted you up and brought you to the other side of the kitchen, slamming your back against the wall as he continued to explore your mouth, tasting the sweet, wine still on your lips from dinner.

you tried to pull yourself down, pulling away from his lips. "i'm too-"

"shut up." he met your lips again, coaxing you out of your thoughts once again. he began hiking up your dress to just above your dripping, wet cunt, tsking at the lack of underwear. he pulled the zip down of his dress pants, pulling himself out of his underwear and finally freeing his hard cock, glistening with precum as he wrapped his hand around himself, moving his fist up and down a few times. "see what you to do me? fuck."

you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist as your arms went to neck. "oh my god, fuck me. please." you begged.

he wasted no time and eagerly inserted himself into you, throwing his head back at the warm, right feeling around him. "feelin' so good around my cock, baby. keep those legs around me." he slammed in and out of you, watching as your breasts bounced along with his thrusts, the straps of your dress slipping with every move of his hips. "love this body of yours baby, takes me so fucking well. can never stop thinkin' about you."

there was something about knowing how you made austin feel, all of your insecurities from before suddenly feeling pointless. you wanted to appreciate your body more, after all, austin loved it therefore you should love it too. you were always so amazed at how much he loved your body, how he explored every part of it during sex, squeezing and kissing in all the right places. and now being fucked against the wall, his strong arms holding you tightly against it as he groaned into your neck, praises leaving his mouth left and right, you couldn't have asked for anyone better.

"oh my god, austin. austin, austin, austin." you moaned, throwing your head back as he hit your sweet spot.

"yeah, say my name baby." he slammed a hand against the wall as he moved his hips faster, nipping and kissing at your neck. "god, you were made just for me."

the sounds coming from the both of you were pornograpic, the sounds of your moans and juices filling the entire kitchen. you felt yourself getting closer, your orgasm bubbling inside you quickly. he knows it as he feels you flutter around his cock, earning a grunt from him as his own climax was approaching. "oh my pretty baby, love you so fuckin' much."

"aus, i'm gonna-" you whimpered.

"me too, c'mon. gonna fill you right up." his thrusts began to stutter, slowing down as his orgasm hit, moaning as he felt your walls clench right around him. "that's right, so perfect for me, good lord." he panted.

he kissed you again, pulling away and touching your forehead with his as the two of you caught your breaths. "marry me." he said breathlessly.

your eyes widened. "what?"

he let out a breathy laugh. "you heard me."

you didn't know what to say. there was so much to take in. he still had you pinned up against the wall, his cock was still inside you and he just came inside of you, now suddenly you're being proposed to. you let out a laugh, "i can't believe you just proposed to me with your dick still inside of me."

"still waiting for that answer."

you hummed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "let's do it."

taglist: @flwrs4aust @father-of-2cats @ellie-24 @dilfelvis @shantellescrivener @orngdrv @pennyroyalcreep @18lkpeters @purejasmine @ranaissinglw

#austin x reader #the gif makes me giggle

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Girls Group 3 Round 3 Match 6

SUBMISSION PROPAGANDA:

Yor -

"She has to wear Her Outfit and have Her Weapons to get into assassin-mode! if "I can't do my job unless I'm wearing my special Job Clothes" isn't some AuDHD rep idk what is."

Mai -

"I decided to read the wikipedia for Mai and it describes her as "very observant and aware, often noticing subtle details that others would easily miss", which I'd say is a great way to start off this propaganda piece.

She is a perfectionist with her art in a way that ends up with her not going with the intended solution to an assignment. Specifically I am thinking about an episode in which she was scouted for an art competition, the main goal of which was to draw a spring scenery, "something that makes you think of spring" to be exact. While the episode does have the explanation on how she ended up with doing a portrait rather than the scenery, her arriving from point A to point B is something that is unusual for the outsiders - in the episode she loses the contest, despite having made the best artwork by technical standards, simply because she didn't fulfill the topic criteria.

She's against breaking the rules, in the Splash Star movie she gets mad at Saki (her girlf- I mean, best friend) for being very, very late and then taking a shortcut through the river instead the intended path. They had their biggest falling out over those things combined (well, that and a few others, but those were a direct results of Saki not abiding by the planned schedule, which was the biggest problem Mai had with her).

Also her family is so autistic as well. All of them have their special interests that most of their life revolves around. Both of her parents are profs at a University in their special interests as well. Literally the only thing we see from her parents is them being into archeology (her mother) and astrology (her father). Their house has at least two telescopes, for god's sake. Her brother is literally so autistic as well, he also struggles with social connections w/ his classmates. He's been drinking milk since he was little, because he wants to be an astronaut so bad, the only thing he ever talks about is the space.

I also just now remembered of that one moment where Saki lost a baseball game, the last one of their season, that she really wanted to win for her upperclassman, who was going to graduate this year. After the game, they end up alone and Saki starts to cry to which Mai smiles (inappropriate reaction to the situation), she also doesn't try to comfort her any further, letting her cry herself out. I'm not saying it's bad, I'm saying that sure isn't allistic."

#autistic anime girls poll #tumblr polls #mai mishou #mishou mai #precure #pretty cure #futari wa pretty cure splash star #splash star precure #sxf #spy x family #yor forger #yor briar #sxf yor

[ferrarihamilton]

STORMCHASER?? 👀

this fic has been ruminating in my head for almost a year..... it's a chalex au where charles stopped racing after winning gp3, and alex's family moved to the US when he was young and he visits every summer break just before storm season starts.

Charles texts him at 3:18AM on a Saturday in the middle of July: Alex! I hope you are dreaming sweet dreams. I will be in Dogwood in a week! Can I stay with you?

Alex smiles when he sees it in the morning. Charles asks the same question every summer, and he’s always so polite about it. Like Alex hasn’t seen him throw up on himself after drinking a box of wine, and hasn’t been opening his house to Charles for four years now. Like he doesn’t know how the first thing Alex does upon waking is check the forecast. He might not have the fancy equipment that Charles has, but he can see the cartoon of a little raincloud with lightning as well as anybody else. They’re promised high winds at the beginning of August. Alex had already prepared the spare room.

He replies, Hey charlie. What day would you be arriving?

The typing bubbles appear immediately, and a second later a string of kissy faces come through, followed by Hmmm thursday I think

Alex thumbs up the message, and then sends a photo of his view of the sunrise for good measure. In the foreground, there’s his windowsill, littered with various trinkets that Charles has brought before, and then below, the cafe's porch awning, and the sprawling fields for miles to see. Even without opening the window, the air feels fractious, hot.

Alex knows Charles understands, because he sends back four emojis: a battery, an electric plug, a thermometer, and a satellite. Alex smiles again, helplessly, before tucking his phone into his back pocket and heading out start his day.

Chloe is already starting to make breakfast. She turns as she hears him come down the stairs, and smirks when she sees his face. “Charles due soon?”

“Shut it,” he says. Chloe just smirks wider as she hands him a bowl and a carton of eggs.

+++++

Dogwood, Oklahoma, population 300, sits on State Highway 39, and the township’s economy is mostly fuelled by the tourists heading north to Kansas. It’s completely unremarkable, utterly boring, and the perfect place to spend three weeks of summer when your day job normally consists of multiple timezones a week.

His mum had bought the house and the attached cafe soon after they moved to the US: Albon's, a classic tourist trap place with cheap sandwiches and coffee, morphed into half a farm slash petting zoo when Luca wouldn’t stop rescuing animals and plunking them firmly in their backyard. The tourists kept asking about the donkeys wandering around the picnic tables, and Zoe had said eventually, “Well if they’re not going away, we might as well make some money.” They’re proudly advertised as family-owned and operated, which is supposed to make the people feel good about spending their money there, but mostly gets brought up through gritted teeth whenever Zoe and their mum argue about finances.

Alex tries not to get involved. Even though he makes more than enough money now for them to not need the cafe, he thinks it keeps his mum happy, to be reminded of the first life they'd had that was completely theirs.

And the cafe is how him and Charles are still friends. Alex had been furious when Charles told him he wasn't continuing with racing after winning GP3. Alex would have given everything to have beaten him, and here Charles was, acting like it didn't mean anything.

But Charles had followed him to Oklahoma that winter, instead of going home. He'd helped out at the cafe, and the night before his flight back to Monaco, he'd told Alex that he'd enrolled at Oklahoma State, tentative major in mech-E. Later, Alex will think that he probably had wanted to be an astronaut. Instead, when Charles' prof in sophomore year had taken his class out in the middle of a thunderstorm, and Charles had dragged Alex along with him, Alex had had the almost religious experience of watching Charles’ face as the sky crackled with lightning.

They’re still good friends; they text fairly frequently, but it’s been a year since they’ve seen each other. Charles is a proper stormchaser now, galivanting around the country on grant money from the college. He looks happy in every photo he posts on Instagram, writes long blog posts using words like isobars and Doppler effect and mobile broadband MNVO. And without fail, he stays at Alex's family home for a week before the storm season begins in earnest, and Alex sends him off to run after tornadoes, like a wife watching her husband leave for war.

+++++

Charles arrives in a flurry, bringing with him a battered Jeep fitted with mods Alex isn’t entirely sure are legal. As she does every year, his mother comes out to stand next to him on the porch as they pull up, and her eyebrows are thoroughly unimpressed until Charles’ smiling face hops out.

“Oh Charles!” she coos. “He was always such a good boy,” and then Charles is kissing her on both cheeks, saying hello and how she looks as beautiful ever, before he turns his attention on Alex, and even though Alex is twenty-six, he feels himself flush.

“Alexander,” Charles singsongs, and then mushes his face into Alex’s collarbone as he hugs him. Alex huffs out a laugh, wraps his own arms around Charles.

“It’s good to see you too,” he tells him. Charles beams at him, and Alex hasn’t followed Charles on one of his tornado chases since he was twenty, but under his gaze, he feels supercharged, electric.

Charles insists on helping out around the farm, because Alex absolutely puts his foot down when Charles offers to pay them for his week stay. This would be useful, because it’s the busiest part of the tourist season, if Charles were not completely useless. He takes nervous steps away when the animals approach him, clumsy with the dirty plates when clearing tables, and even though Alex knows that Charles can operate software with GIS overlay and the college’s ham radios that tune into Skywarn frequencies, he stares at their cash register with the same trepidation most people approach large spiders. And despite all of that— he charms all the little old ladies that come though the café doors, even when he messes up the orders. He makes Melina laugh, which in turn, lets Zoe get on with the bookkeeping undisturbed. He also brings in a shitload of tips. Alex hides a smile, watching Charles flit around and somehow be totally out of place and completely at home all at once.

It’s hard not to be charmed by Charles, his quick hands and the way he looks when he’s concentrating. Alex was a lost cause when he was eighteen; he sees no reason why that might have changed now.

+++++

Alex is always worried that Charles will get bored when he stays. Usually, he’s a doer, not a worrier, but he still has a training regime to keep up, so it's not like Alex can skive off to entertain Charles.

But they do have one tradition, and there’s nothing else to do on a Saturday night. So Alex takes the pickup truck they usually use for moving animals, cleans the hay and muck out, and drives Charles out to the fields. It’s a clear night, and they can see the stars, and he spreads out the blanket over the truckbed, throws down a couple of pillows, and leans back to look up at the night sky.  

“Tell me about your year,” Charles demands, once they've settled in.

Alex shrugs. Anybody can find out how his year is going from every sports website under the sun. He nudges Charles. “Tell me about your year.”

But Charles shrugs too, even though he’s smiling, and starts telling him about clouds instead. “Cumulonimbus,” he says. “Cumulus means ‘heap’ in Latin and ‘nimbus’ means storm cloud. They mean a storm is coming— air currents care carrying the water vapour up. When they develop, they have this dome.” He cups his hands into shape. “And then they can become supercells.”

Alex knows about the team that Charles is going with this year: Lewis, who used to work for the National Weather Service but now he’s a storm spotter for fun; Seb, a professor of climatology and technically their team lead; Daniel, who looks like he’s only there because he’s an adrenaline junkie and a good driver.

Alex knows from reading the captions on Charles’ Instagram posts that storm season starts in August, and the café is the first stop. For the next two months, he’ll follows the weather patterns as they shift and morph on radar displays, driving into fields, into wide-open terrains of grass and dirt and lakes with no roads and a cloudless sky, and waiting for the winds to pick up before they go.

He knows their time is limited, so Alex drinks in the sight of Charles and all the ways he’s changed in the time they’ve been apart. He tries not to wish for anything more.

At the end of the week, two more Jeeps roll into the driveway, Seb, Lewis, and Daniel all get introduced in quick fashion, and then Charles kisses Alex high on his cheek, and waves at him the whole time they’re driving away. Alex watches him go, waving, sore.

+++++

August turns into September, and the season picks up again. Williams has a solid midfield car now, and it's good, seeing the fruits of his hard work, having a team around him that listens to him, takes him seriously. Him and Charles continue to text, infrequently, as they always have. Charles tells him about amazing tornadoes, sends photos of himself at the World’s Largest Ball of Twine in nowhere towns on the side of highways, miles and miles of cornfields.

In return, Alex sends photos of the track, some terrible coffee they make him try for a marketing challenge, Luca screwing his face up at his maths homework, the crowd of fans at Singapore.

This is why it’s particularly insulting, that Alex finds out from fucking Lando of all people, that Charles got struck by lightning.

“What,” he says. His hands are clammy where he’s clutching his phone.

“Yeah, Max mentioned it to me. Guess Daniel told him. They’re having one of their weird on again things again.”

Alex couldn’t care less about whatever drama Lando has embroiled himself in. He’d known, logically, the risks of storm chasing. Except it was Charles, who has always seemed bigger than it all, exempt from the rules of physics and karma and everything else that made the rest of them mortal.

He checks Charles’ Instagram after Lando hangs up. The last post is still there, from a few hours ago. Alex had already seen it, liked it, thought nothing of it. A photo of a long stretch of highway, Daniel’s exaggeratedly frown. Location tagged Humboldt, Tennessee: stuck here for a few days with an upside down smiley face.

There’s a shiver running up his spine, a tense, live wire. If he touched anybody right now, he’s be unsurprised if the venom of it ran straight through them.

That feeling only intensifies in the twenty-four hours between Landos call and him pulling up outside the only motel in Humboldt. He stands outside the car feeling angry and frightened as he figures out what to say to Charles. This is greatly ruined by how Charles stumbles out ten minutes later in socks and slides, and stops dead.

“Alex?” He blinks. "You're supposed to be in Austin."

Alex is; it's Wednesday, race week. He has media duties in the paddock tomorrow.

“Did you get taller?” Charles asks, when Alex still doesn't say anything.

“I don’t think so,” Alex manages to get out. He's still feeling that sickly furious feeling, and Charles must see it on his face, because he huffs.

 “Fucking— I’m fine, the car is ruined but it had to happen at some point.”

“Does it?”

Charles squints at him. “Is this a trick question?”

"Charles," Alex says, but he's stopped by movement in the motel. harles glances back. A door is open, and Seb is lounging casually against the door frame in sweats. Alex didn’t know it was possible for a man wearing a headband to look so frightening.

 “Let’s go for a drive,” Charles says.

+++++

Charles directs them back onto the highway. He riddles with the radio, turning the dials until it crackles into a frequency that’s giving a weather report. Alex has to keep his eyes on the road to drive, but he knows what Charles looks like even without turning his head: lips pursed, hands twitching like he’s looking for a notebook before his thoughts fly away.

"Here," Charles finally says. It’s a dirt road turn off that looks like it leads nowhere, but Alex turns off all the same.

“You’re here,” Charles says wonderingly, even before he's killed the engine. Alex takes a deep breath, turns to face Charles. Seeing his face, whole, open, looking at Alex in that way lets the last of Alex’s worry melt away.

“Okay,” Charles says, and Alex leans forward and fists his hand in the collar of Charles’ shirt, and kisses him.

#jo writes fic #chalex #this one is actually kind of good........ maybe i'll give it another crack #i was going to explore all the 'what if' possibilities of drivers choosing not to be drivers. what life could have been !!! #& esp coming off the back of alex's 2020/2021 years - how it would feel to watch charles do something equally adrenaline inducing #and be really really good at it. but ultimately alex choosing to go back to racing bc he loves it #and therefore him being better at racing for the resolve in that choosing #ALSO HI KAY !!!!!

[imdowndownbutdefinetlynotout]

"Britney Spears knows what it's like to feel trapped: First by poverty, then by fame, then by her family.

She has been subject to scrutiny and ridicule throughout her life. As a teenager, journalists repeatedly asked her questions about her breasts and her sex life. As an adult, she was imprisoned under a conservatorship that stripped her of some of the most basic human rights.

For 13 years, she could not see her two sons without approval. Her driving licence was confiscated. She could not choose her meals, and was forbidden from drinking tea or coffee. When she wanted to have a contraceptive intrauterine device (IUD) removed, her request was denied.

That court-imposed order, overseen by her father, was lifted two years ago, when a judge ruled Spears could make her own decisions again.

But her new memoir, The Woman In Me, reveals that was no happy ending...

Those events cast a shadow over Spears' life story. Along the way, every betrayal and public indignity feels like a step along the path to her eventual incarceration.

It began as soon as she exploded onto the pop charts in 1998. She was an overnight sensation, but the press refused to believe she had any agency. Her songs were written for her, they noted, while suggesting that her public image was created by creepy, salivating older men.

The more she was perceived as a product and a pawn of the music industry, the easier it became to erode her autonomy.

In one of the book's most chilling moments, Spears recalls her father telling her he's assumed legal control of her personal and professional affairs.

His words: "I am Britney Spears now."

The early chapters of the book stress how much people underestimated her.

Spears may not have written her music - but when she was given ...Baby One More Time, she stayed up all night to make sure her voice was "fried, and "gravelly", enhancing the song's yearning maturity.

And when it came to shooting the video, the 16-year-old rejected the original pitch - in which she'd have been "a futuristic astronaut " - and insisted on a high school setting with dancing in the corridors, just like Grease.

Both decisions were crucial to the song's success - but no-one was willing to accept a blonde teenager from a Louisiana trailer park could outsmart the collective brilliance of the music industry.

"No-one could seem to think of me as both sexy and capable," she writes. "If I was hot, I couldn't possibly be talented."

Although she exercised creative control behind the scenes, Spears' publicists infantilised her.

She was marketed as a chaste, God-fearing country girl - even though, she writes, she had been a regular smoker since the age of 14 and lost her virginity around the same time.

At first, however, she toed the PR line...

Eventually, however, Spears' innocent image set her up for a downfall.

In one of the book's most harrowing sequences, she talks about having a medical abortion during her relationship with Justin Timberlake. The pills she had been prescribed left her in agony but the couple were too scared to visit a hospital in case the news leaked. For hours, Spears was curled up, "sobbing and screaming" in pain on the bathroom floor.

"Still, they didn't take me to hospital," she says. Instead Timberlake, "thought music would help, so he got his guitar and lay there with me, strumming it."...

After their separation, she was vilified in the press, with Timberlake strongly hinting she had cheated on him (she says it was the other way round, with "one of the girls from All Saints").

Timberlake has yet to respond to his depiction in the book.

The couple's break-up only increased the appetite for gossip about Spears' personal life. The tabloids hounded her. She recalls a photographer from People magazine demanding she empty her handbag, so they could check whether she was carrying drugs or cigarettes.

Eventually, the pressure became too much. In 2007, reeling from the death of her aunt Sandra and suffering from post-partum depression, Spears marched into a hair salon, picked up some clippers and cut off her hair.

"Shaving my head was a way of saying to the world: [Expletive] you," she writes.

"I'd been the good girl for years. I'd smiled politely while TV show hosts leered at my breasts, while American parents said I was destroying their children by wearing a crop top. And I was tired of it."

We all know what happened next. Instead of being seen as an act of strength or rebellion, Spears' buzz-cut was used as evidence of instability.

Within a year, she had been placed under the conservatorship.

Spears is a straightforward writer. She doesn't embellish or decorate her prose. That matter-of-fact style amplifies the horror of those years.

She talks about being pinned down on hospital stretchers and forced to take medication against her will. At home, she isn't allowed to take a bath in private. Boyfriends are vetted and informed of her sexual history before they can go on a date.

At first, she tries to appease her parents and the doctors. "If I play along, surely they'll see how good I am and they will let me go," she says.

When she considers rebelling, access to her two young sons is used as a bargaining chip.

"My freedom in exchange for naps with my children... was a trade I was willing to make," she admits.

But even while she was supposedly incapable of looking after herself, Spears was sent out on tour, hired as a judge on X Factor and booked for a four-year Las Vegas residency.

The singer, who used to collect receipts in a glass bowl in order to keep track of her taxes, carefully documents the millions everyone else made from those engagements, while she was given a strict allowance of $2,000 (£1,635) per week.

Losing all sense of self, she almost gave up.

"The fire inside me burned out," she recalls. "The light went out of my eyes." ...

It's impossible to read The Woman In Me and not feel sad and outraged on Spears' behalf.

One tiny detail of her new life, in particular, emphasises how grey her world had become. "Now," she writes, "I get to eat chocolate again".

Spears' story is told with the same approachable warmth that made her a star. And, outside the defining events of the last 15 years, she spins a good yarn - whether describing her pregnancy cravings (food and sex, apparently); or reliving her terror at dancing with a snake at the 2001 MTV Awards.

Her family aside, there are no real villains or scandals to be uncovered. But nor are there any great revelations about Spears' music or inner life.

What we are left with, not for the first time, is a cautionary tale about fame and the corrupting influence of money. And, just maybe, a glimmer of hope for a woman whose adult life has been dictated by others.

"It's time for me not to be someone who other people want," she writes. "It's time to actually find myself."

#Britney spears #Britney #feminism #mental health #conservatorship #conservatorship abuse #justin timberlake #kevin federline #2000s #1990 #90s #the woman in me #bbc #free britney #women's rights

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Chrysanthemums, Dahlias, and Lavender - Peter B. Parker X GN Reader

Title: Chrysanthemums, Dahlias, and Lavender

Peter B. Parker X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Uncle Ben (Mentioned), Aunt May (Mentioned), Peter's parents (Mentioned), Reader's parents (Mentioned), Flash (Mentioned), Doc Ock (Mentioned) Green Goblin (Mentioned), MJ (Mentioned), and Mayday (Mentioned)

WC: 2,872

Warnings: Angst, two main character deaths mentioned, peter's parents' death mentioned, Spider-Man canon violence mentioned, blood mentioned, wounds mentioned, confessions, teasing, banter, post Into the Spiderverse, pre Across the Spiderverse, and fluff

The warm summer breeze gently brushed against Peter's face, and the smell of Chrysanthemums, Dahlias, and Lavender filled his senses, making him smile; it reminded him of his childhood. Now, Peter's childhood was messy, that was the best word he used to describe it, but within that mess was you. Peter met you when he was very young. After his parents died in a plane crash, which led him to live with his Uncle Ben and Aunt May. He was deeply grateful to his Aunt and Uncle for taking him in and making sure he was fed, clothed, and well taken care of. The love they had for him made the pain of his parent's death a bit easier for him to bear. 

And when Peter met you, at the age of ten, he knew you and him were going to be fast friends. You felt the same. You had just been playing at the small park near your home when you saw another little boy your age, playing alone. And with that, you bounded over with a giant smile on your face, hands clasped behind your back as you asked the little boy if he wanted to play with you. His wide, surprised eyes quickly turned into those of delight, a bright smile appearing on his face as he agreed. From that day on, you two spent every moment you could together.

In the Springtime, you'd play at the same park, pretending to be pirates hunting for buried treasure, explorers looking for the missing Lynx, or  astronauts who had just landed on a new planet. In the Summertime, you both would continue to play in that park, running off to get ice cream from the nearby ice cream vendor, having small picnics Aunt May would help with, and even going swimming if the two of you could. In the Fall, you and Peter would play in the fallen leaves, play hide-and-seek behind orange trees, carve pumpkins on the porch of your house, and go trick-or-treating together. And as Winter slowly came around, you would both go out to play in the snow - even though there wasn't a lot of it - teaching Peter how to ice skate, and drinking Aunt May's famous hot chocolate while watching movies or sports with Uncle Ben. This continued for years. You were over at the Parker’s residence so often in fact that Aunt May knew your favorite food by heart, and made you it for your birthday.

As you both got older, going into middle school, Peter was glad to have you there with him. You made middle school easier to handle. You helped him when he never really thought he'd make any friends, and he helped you when you were stuck on something in your homework. It was a win-win. And though you both didn't have as much time to spend together, you both made the most of it, and that also went for high school as well. 

When you both entered Midtown High, Peter began to notice certain, small things about you. The way your nose wrinkled when you were concentrating on some hard math homework, how your eyes narrowed when you got to a really good part in your book. The way you smiled, teeth showing as you recalled something funny. The way you laughed, body shaking and shoulders jolting slightly as you did. The way you hugged him in the hallway after not seeing him for a couple of hours, whispering “hi, Pete,” into his ear. At the end of the day, you'd pull at his hand to drag him out of the school, ready to study together, or just hang out. You were also always there for when he needed you, either for when Flash was being a jerk, or when he just wanted you beside him. And how pretty you looked when you were just there… Existing... Peter loved all of these things about you. And it wasn't like he hadn't noticed these things before, he had, but this time he seemed overwhelmingly aware of them.

He was terrified at the revelation that he was crushing on you, and he didn't know what to do. Should he tell you? No, he didn't think he could survive that. Even though he could tell you anything and everything, his crush on you was not on that list. But, the more that he sat on the idea of confessing it, the less he liked it. What if he messed up and said something wrong or you rejected him? Or worse, what if you left him forever? No, he couldn't risk that. He needed to wait until he figured things out. So he continued to sit and ponder and think about it until his brain hurt. Which took a while, but he thought, in conclusion, he wouldn't say anything at all. Better to have you as a best friend and love you from afar.

His loss, since you felt the same. Of course you did, why wouldn't you? He was Peter Freaking Parker, your best friend since you were ten, and practically the love of your life; and had been since fifth grade. You were convinced that you were going to marry him when you were a kid. You remembered running up to your mother after a couple of meetings with Peter, jumping up and down as you told her that you were going to marry him. Your mother thought it was pretty cute, young love or whatever, but thinking back to it now, you felt a sense of second-hand embarrassment from it all. 

But that never stopped you from falling deeper and deeper in love with Peter. Again, how could you not fall in love with him? He had the sweetest personality. He was kind, and understanding, and always made you laugh to the point that you would hunch over crying. He was practically a genius, always getting full marks in all of his classes - you did help him with his history homework once, but that was neither here nor there. You loved how he would tilt his head to the side slightly like a puppy confused as he asked you to repeat something. You loved how he was so passionate and driven; he was always the one who pushed you to try harder or better yourself. And you loved how he cared. How he would always be there to cheer you up or comfort you when you were sad, or angry. And even when you both had a fight or disagreement, he was always there for you, no matter what. 

But, after Peter got bitten, everything changed. He got taller, he didn't need his glasses anymore, and for some reason... He could walk on walls? At the age of fifteen, he became Spider-Man. And you were the only one who had known. Peter needed someone to go to when this had all started, and you were the first person to pop right into his head, as you usually did most days. He was extremely worried and nervous about telling you, but after his Uncle Ben died, he had no one else to turn to. He couldn't tell Aunt May, Peter was sure that she would blame him for Uncle Ben's death, as he blamed himself.

He remembered that night. Climbing up the trellises on the side of your house, pushing himself up to your window. Knocking on it, he tried to control his breathing as he watched your soft, yellow curtains being pushed aside. Peter felt relieved to see you, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion before you noticed how upset he was. Peter's mind was foggy as you pulled him inside your room, sitting him on your bed as you held his hands in yours. He felt numb, his Uncle's death replaying over and over. He could still feel his Uncle's weight in his arms. He failed him...

Peter remembered snapping out of his dark mind and thoughts, his eyes met yours, noticing that you were talking to him; he couldn't make out your words. It was as if he was underwater, your words and voice sounded like they came from so far away. Peter blinked and focused on you, trying to hear you. When you spoke again, he realized that you were asking him something, but he didn't understand what. All he could focus on was the fact that he had lost his uncle. Tears fell down his cheeks, his hands gripping onto yours tightly. You stopped, your confusion and worry fell into sorrow, and you didn't hesitate to pull Peter into your arms. 

He told you about his Uncle, about the spider bite, about his growing powers... He told you everything as the tears fell rapidly down his face.

From that day on, Peter came to you whenever he was injured or wounded. Even without any wounds, Peter came over to see you after patrol. Peter would sit in your bathroom as you patched up whatever cut he had on him, holding a frozen bag of peas to the bruise on his cheek, or wrapping gauze around the bullet graze on his arm. Those quiet, almost unnoticeable touches between you would fill Peter with warmth, bringing light to his dark, messy world. They gave Peter hope that maybe someday, he could start to build a life with you, that he could stop worrying and just concentrate on doing everything in his power to keep you, and others in New York, safe. 

Peter would often look back on those nights, way past midnight, sitting in your bathroom on the closed toilet seat. You between his legs, wiping away the blood on his face from the cut on his forehead. You were so soft and gentle, taking care of him, apologizing when you cleaned the small cuts; hearing his little wince. You had felt terrible, seeing the pain in his eyes, and you hated seeing him in pain. You hated seeing him swing over to your room, either with a gash or a couple of bruises, always making you worry some night that he might not come back. But you were insanely proud of him, watching on the news when he'd take down bad guys... He was changing the world and making it a better place to live. 

Twenty Five Years Ago - June 4th, 1996 -

Digging around in the small first aid kit, you pulled out a stray bandaid in the plastic box, smiling at the design. You placed the Spider-Man bandaid over the cut, smoothing it over while trying not to add more pain than necessary. After finishing up with the bandaids, you grabbed the first aid kit, stashing it back under the sink. Leaning back against the said sink, you tilted your head slightly as you met Peter's gaze. 

"You doing alright?" You had asked softly.

Peter nodded, standing up to pull you close into him. Wrapping his arms around you, he buried his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent. "I'm fine," He had whispered, "Just a little banged up..."

He heard you chuckle lightly. Lifting your head, you leaned your forehead against his. "Good thing you're not heavily bleeding, don't want blood all over me." You tried to joke, your smile widening at the sight of his slight grin.

The two of you stood in that position for a moment or two longer, then Peter pulled back from you slightly, putting both of your hands on either side of your neck, his thumbs brushing your jawline, looking at you. "Thank you... For helping me today, I mean... Thank you for everything," He said gently. "I don't deserve you."

You shook your head, "You deserve the world, Pete. And of course, I would help you, you're my best friend." Peter felt his stomach twist into knots as he nodded. “Can’t just leave you here to suffer.” You then added.

Peter then let out a nervous breath, "Look, I've... I've been meaning to say something, it's just hard to get the courage up, y'know?" You nodded, encouraging him to continue, you knew he needed to talk to you about something, being best friends with him for so long, you could just tell that there was something on his mind. And you wanted him to feel comfortable doing so. Taking another deep breath, he looked away from you, his lips pressed together in a tight line. After a few moments, he sighed. "I don't know where to start," Peter mumbled, his shoulders drooping.

Biting your bottom lip, you tilted your head to the side, silently relishing in the warmth his hands gave you, "Do you... Is this something you could show me? Or do you want to write it down? I could get paper and a pen..?" You had then asked, and Peter took the opportunity, shutting his eyes tight to press his lips to your cheek quickly.

It was less than a second, just a peck, but Peter kept his eyes closed, in fear. If he opened them, he was worried that you would have some angry expression on your face or something... But when he heard nothing, he opened his eyes, seeing you staring at him curiously, eyes wide. "What- Pete..." Your voice had trailed off.

Peter gulped, dropping his hands from you and rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry... I-" He paused for a moment. "I - I shouldn’t have done that. I like - like you more than a best friend should." He blurted out. Peter watched as your eyes widened further. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His heart began to beat faster. Was this the wrong time? What was going to happen now? Did he ruin it..? Peter swallowed. "Well, I ruined everything, didn’t I?" You didn't say a word.

You had answered Peter’s question with a kiss.

Present Time - May 18th, 2019 -

As the years in high school continued, you and Peter's growing relationship continued. When you both were free, you would spend every minute together. Watching movies together, going on little dates, and sharing sweet kisses after patching him up after his Spidey adventures. You planned to move in together, and Peter planned to marry you. 

Peter never felt this kind of love before. It overwhelmed him in the best kind of way. Every time he saw you, butterflies erupted inside of him. You were his sunshine. The one who made him happy, even when things weren't going great, even when the darkness seemed to engulf him. You were different. In a good way. Everything about you was perfect, and Peter loved everything about you. From your beautiful eyes, which sparkled whenever you laughed, to your soft lips, which tasted just like your favorite ice cream flavor. From your personality, always there for him and never made him question his Spider-Man responsibilities - even when your dates were cut off and he was sent away to fight Doc Ock or Green Goblin - Peter adored everything about you. You were the love of his life.

"I'm sorry I was gone for so long... Got sucked into another dimension and had to help this kid out… He’s a great kid... Everything's fine now though. I’m fine." Peter muttered, presently sitting on a small picnic blanket, just like you both used to do as children, "I should've come right over after I got back, but I had to do something first. I just wanted you to know that I didn't forget you..." Peter didn't hear you reply, so he continued, "I never could forget you... You're my everything. You helped me so much over the years. So thank you." He couldn't bear to turn to look at you, as he felt the tears pool in the corners of his eyes, "I know a lot of things have changed over the years. I know that I sort of fell into an endless hole of depression for a bit as well... I wish you didn’t have to see me like that." Letting out a sigh, he shut his eyes, "I'm gonna be a dad..." He basically ripped off the bandaid, a small smile appearing on his face, "And you would love MJ, she's strong and independent, just like you." Still with no response, Peter turned to face you, "I hope I've made you proud."

Your gray gravestone stared right back at him - silent - with your name, and a small inscription that read; 'Here lies a dreamer, a lover, and a best friend. May your memory be the sunshine in the darkest of days.' He traced the edges of the engraving of your name with a trembling finger. As he did so, Peter could've sworn that the wind suddenly picked up a bit, but he decided to ignore it. Turning to his side, he grabbed his water bottle, uncapping it; watering the Chrysanthemums, Dahlias, and Lavender that were potted beside your grave, as he used to do every Saturday.

"I have to go now... But I'll come back soon, okay?" Peter promised you, his heart pounding in his chest as he gazed down at the green, grassy ground, his hand still resting on your tombstone. He wiped the tears away, sniffling quietly; he never got an answer.

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[viviannesmonster]

CHAPTER ONE OF "POISON"

You sighed and you walked out of your apartment.

"Morning Mrs. Chen." You said as you walked into the small convenience store by your apartment.

"Good morning (Y/n), have you found yourself a date yet?" She asked.

"Hahahah." You laughed sarcastically as you grabbed your favorite drink from a freezer.

"How's your job going?" She asked as you walked up to the counter.

"Great. The people I work with are great."

The bell rang again and a man walked in.

"Good morning, Eddie." Ms. Chen said.

"Morning Ms. Chen." Eddie, your friend and neighbor said walking in.

"How are you and Annie?" She asked and he walked towards you quickly.

"We broke up."

"Oh dear." She said.

Eddie walked up to you and grabbed you by the shoulder. "Eddie, what happened?" You said.

"I went to report that damned criminal who sent those people into space and-"

"And let me guess. You insulted him to his face, got Annie fired and then she broke up with you."

"How did you- did she already tell you about it?"

You nodded. "Yes."

He sighed. "I need you to help me."

"With?"

"Breaking into his lab."

"Eddie!" You said. "I'm not breaking into the guy's laboratory!"

"Please (Y/n), I need to prove to my boss that this guy's a criminal and so that Annie can get her job back and get back with me."

"Eddie even if she gets her job back I don't think-"

"I'll buy you dinner afterwards."

You stared at him for a few seconds before sighing and crossing your arms.

"If you do that and pay for my rent for the next month then I'll do it."

"Yes! Oh thank you (Y/n). I could kiss you!"

"Please don't." You said pushing his face away from yours. "Let me buy my shit and then we can do whatever it is you want me to do."

"Alright, fair enough."

After grabbing your stuff, Eddie had you hop onto his motorcycle and he drove to the lab.

When you two arrived, there was a lady waiting by a car.

"You're here." She said. "Who's this?"

"My photographer." Eddie lied.

"Very well."

She had you and Eddie disguise yourselves under the seats and then she drove inside the lab.

Once inside she explained to the two of you what was going on.

She explained that Carlton Drake, the founder of the project, was trying to find a place for humanity to live since Earth was on the brink of collapse.

While doing so, one of the ships found a Comet that supported life on it, and the astronauts brought some specimen back.

She explained Drake believed that the key to human survival was to bond with these specimen, which are known as Symbiotes.

"Drake is having poor people sign up to be volunteers and he is killing them because the symbiotes need a match in order to survive. If it's not a match, then the host will die." She said.

"Like an organ transplant?" You asked.

"Exactly."

When you three got to a specific door. The lady said she would keep guard while you two grabbed evidence.

You two walked inside and Eddie started taking pictures of some people who dies.

"Oh my god..." You said.

Suddenly someone pounded on the glass and it scared the both of you.

"Marie?!" Eddie asked as he put his hands on the glass.

"Isn't that the poor lady who always gave you newspapers?!" You asked.

"Yeah!" He said as he began putting in codes to try and open her door.

When it didn't work, an alarm began blaring and Marie began violently twitching.

"Help me break the glass!" He said as he grabbed a fire extinguisher.

You looked around for something to grab but Eddie already broke the glass.

Marie jumped out and landed on you.

"(Y/N)!" Eddie yelled as she began to choke you.

"I'm your neighbor Marie..!" You wheezed. "Stop it..! I'm your friend..!"

Eddie pushed her off you and when he did, she collapsed and died.

"Marie?!" Eddie yelled holding her wrist.

You stood up, rubbing your neck. "Eddie we have to leave!" You yelled as you two ran out of the lab.

The alarms were blaring and you began to get a headache.

You and Eddie ran into the woods.

"You okay?" Eddie asked as you two were far away from the lab.

"I'm great." You said sarcastically. "Couldn't be better."

•

The next day, you got a terrible headache and you felt super dizzy and awful.

"What the hell is going on?" You asked yourself.

Suddenly you had a craving for chocolate and you grabbed some Nutella from your cabinet and you grabbed a spoon and started eating it.

After eating so much Nutella, you began to feel nauseous and you threw up in the toilet.

"What's wrong with me?" You cried as you stood up to brush your teeth.

After brushing your teeth, you looked in the mirror and sighed.

"(Y/n)."

You screamed after you heard the voice say your name because not only that, but your face distorted as well.

"I'm never drinking again!" You yelled.

You backed up, tripped over your shower curtain and hit your head causing you to pass out.

•

When you woke up again, you readjusted your shower curtain and picked up your phone.

You had two missed calls from your boss, and so you called him.

"Hey Mike." You said. "Sorry I don't think I'll be able to come into work today. I threw up last night and I'm not able to move. I think I caught the flu or something, I'll see you when I can." You left him a voice mail.

"Food."

You yelled when you heard a voice say "food".

"Who said that?" You asked, looking around your apartment. "Hello?"

You sat down on your couch and sighed. "What the hell is going on?"

You picked up your phone again and called Eddie.

But he didn't pick up.

"Damn it Eddie!" You yelled throwing your phone across the room.

You began feeling all sorts of weird and you rushed out of the apartment to Mrs. Chen's convenience store.

You grabbed a whole bunch of shit and began walking out with it.

"(Y/n)-!"

"Eddie will pay for it when he gets back!" You yelled.

You rushed back up to your apartment and slammed the door and began eating all the junk food.

"Do not open the door."

"Who is in my house?!" You yelled.

After you yelled that, someone knocked on the door.

You went over and opened the door and a bunch of men rushed in and held you at gun point.

"Who the hell are these people?!"

"Do you guys hear a voice or is that just me?"

The man who was supposedly the leader pulled out a walkie-talkie. "The girl has the symbiote, arrest Eddie Brock and we'll bring her back."

"Wait, I have a symbiote?!" You said. "I'm a host?!"

"Shut up!" One of the men said with a gun.

"No need to get violent." You said putting your hands up.

"What are you doing?"

That voice must be the symbiote. "I'm putting my arms up?"

"You are making us look bad!" It said, putting your arms down.

"No I'm not!" You said putting your arms back up.

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not man! Stop trying to get me killed!"

"I will take care of this myself!"

"What?!"

"(Y/n). The bug." One of the men said.

You let out a little laugh and then long black tentacles shot out of your back and threw all the men against the wall.

Then you were pulled against the wall as more men rushed in and the symbiote knocked them out too.

"Outstanding! Now, let's bite all their heads off and pile the bodies up in the corner. Piles of bodies...piles of heads..."

"No!" You said. "I don't wanna eat anyone!"

Another guy tried to shoot at you but the symbiote stopped him as well and you ran out of your apartment afraid.

Then when you were cornered, you were forced to jump out of a window and you landed in someone else's apartment.

"Woah what the hell girl?!" Some dude said.

"How did you do that?!" Another dude said.

"I have no idea..."

Police started shooting at you again and you ran off.

You ran out of the apartment and found Eddie's motorcycle, with the keys still in the engine, conveniently.

"(Y/n)."

You stopped after you passed a car and the symbiote forced you to back up and look in the car window.

Instead of seeing your reflection, you saw a monster like creature.

The symbiote.

"Woah...What the hell..." You said touching your face.

"Like what you see?"

"What are you?" You asked.

Before the symbiote could answer, a drone started flying at you and ran to Eddie's motorcycle.

You started driving it and more drones flew after you.

"Oh shit!" You yelled when you symbiote started driving much faster.

"Duck!" He yelled when a drone flew above your head and a tentacle pulled your head down

"Thank you!" You said after the drone crashed and exploded.

"You're welcome."

As you continued driving, more and more drones tried attacking you.

Then cars started chasing after you.

"What do we do?! What do we do?!" You said as cars drove towards you.

The symbiote then had you fall to the ground as he gave you cover from any marks and he changed your direction.

Then you started driving up a hill and he picked up the speed.

Which sent you flying over the hill.

Thankfully, the symbiote caught the bike and brought you back to it before you both hit the ground.

You two continued driving away from the cars and suddenly two cars closed in at your sides.

"We're going to die!" You yelled.

"We're not going to die!"

Suddenly the bike crashed into one of the cars and you felt a wave of blackness wash over you.

When you opened your eyes and you were much taller and a black lines were around your vision.

"Woah woah what's going on?" You said.

"Eyes, lungs, pancras. So many snacks, so little time." The symbiote said as his hand lifted up the guy from earlier.

"Woah I've got claws now."

You leaned closer to the man, until you felt someone poke you in the back.

You turned and bit someone's head off.

"WOAH WOAH WOAH WE JUST BIT THAT GUY'S HEAD OFF!"

"Fuel in the tank, get used to it."

"Get on the ground!" Someone yelled and you jumped into a river and swam off before they could catch you.

You jumped back up to a bridge post and leaned up against it, turning back to normal.

Then the same face you saw earlier, made of the same stuff the symbiote is made of appeared out of your shoulder.

"Who are you?" You asked, holding your stomach.

"I am Venom. And you are mine."

"Don't you think you should take me out to dinner first?" You joked.

"Listen carefully, (Y/n). You did not find me, I found you. Consider yourself my ride."

"Ride to where?"

"Back to Drake's ship, remember him?"

"How do you know about him?"

"I know everything." Venom said getting close to your face.

"Oh, you do?"

"Yes. I know everything there is to know about you."

"How?"

"I know what you love and what you hate. I know who you love and who you hate. I am inside your head, and every thought you have. I have."

"So you mean, back at the when I saw your reflection in the car you-"

"Yes. I knew exactly what was going on inside your head in that moment. Freaky human."

"Okay okay!" You said, shutting your eyes. "You don't have to go any further."

You sighed and looked up at Venom again. "Anything else I should know?"

"If you do not feed me, I will eat your insides."

"Oh...great..."

"Listen to me (Y/n). Cooperate and you just might survive. Do as I say, and I will protect you. Understood?"

"Sure.." You said. "So where do we go now?"

"We go get food. I'm hungry."

"Very well." You said.

Venom pulled you up onto the bridge and you began walking to a fast food place.

While walking there, you noticed a car pull up to you.

Annie and Eddie walked out.

"Shit..." You whispered.

"Who are they?"

"Friends. Do not hurt them." You said.

"(Y/n)! What happened?!" Eddie said walking up to you.

"We tried to go to your apartment but the police wouldn't let us! The whole building was evacuated what happened?!" Annie said.

"Annie...go home..."

"But-"

"Now!" You yelled.

She stood there for a few seconds, then backed away to her car.

You grabbed Eddie by the collar. "I'm only involving you in what's going on because you got me involved."

"What did I do now?" He asked.

"Do you remember when you took pictures of the dead people at Drake's lab?"

"Yes?"

"Do you remember that one scientist lady talking about symbiotes and hosts and shit like that?"

"Yes???"

"I'm a host. Eddie. I have a symbiote!"

"You do?! How is that possible?!"

"Because you dragged me into this! And now you're going to get arrested and I'm going to be used a lab rat!"

"No you're not."

"Oh be quiet, I'm not in the mood."

"I didn't say anything?" Eddie said.

"Not you! The symbiote's talking to me!"

"It is?"

"Yes! It speaks to me in my head!"

"...are you sure you have a symbiote and you're not just going crazy?"

"YES!" You said, making Eddie jump back.

"Y-Your face. It-It-"

"I know it does that sometimes!" You said.

"Freeze!" The police yelled.

You and Eddie put your hands up.

"Not again.." You said.

"(Y/n)." Eddie said. "What do we do?""

"I want to eat them." Venom said.

You sighed and let Venom take control of your body.

"Go hide!" He said to Eddie.

Venom started biting off the heads of the some of the officers before he turned around and saw Eddie being dragged away in handcuffs.

"Eddie!"

Venom turned around and grabbed Eddie, pushed the officers away and started climbing up the building.

"Careful Venom!" You said. "You better not kill my friend!"

"Oh calm down. He's fine."

Venom jumped into one of the rooms and Eddie started throwing up into an office plant.

"Sorry." You said, taking control of your body.

"Your world is quite beautiful. I'm a little sad to see it go."

"What does that mean?"

Venom didn't answer.

"(Y/n)?" Eddie asked.

You turned to see Eddie wiping his mouth.

"Thanks for helping me get those pictures." He said as he wrote something down on a piece of paper.

"What are you doing?"

"This is my boss's office. I'm leaving the evidence against Drake here for him to see."

"Okay?" You said. "Weird time, but okay."

"Can we go back down?" Eddie asked.

You nodded as Venom took control of your body again.

He grabbed Eddie and slid down the wall.

When he reached the ground, you heard someone scream.

"It's okay Annie!" Eddie said.

"Annie?!" You said.

"Annie." Venom said.

"That thing is talking to me!" She screamed, backing into her car.

"It's me!" You said taking control of your body. "It's (Y/n)!"

"How- you- what?!"

"I thought I told you to go home!" You said.

"I did, but then Eddie called me saying that you needed to go to the hospital!"

"Eddie!" You yelled.

"What?!" He said. "You obviously do! You just turned into an alien!"

You groaned.

"I can't go with you Annie! It's not safe to be around me!"

"I don't care (Y/n). Get in the car. Right now."

You sighed. "Fine." You said as you and Eddie got into the back of her car.

"Now someone explain to me what the hell is going on." Annie said as she started to drive.

"Eddie and I broke into Drake's lab to steal some evidence against him-"

"Eddie!" Annie yelled.

"And while we were there, I got infected by one of the alien symbiotes there."

"So, you have an alien living in your body?"

"I guess so. He talks to me in my head and he takes control of my body sometimes and I get stronger and faster and shit like that."

"Are you in pain?" She asked.

"No, I'm just hungry. All the time."

You saw an extra shirt in the back seat. "Can I put this on?" You asked. "My shirt's wet and cold."

"Of course." She said.

"Thanks."

"So, I'll have Dan take a vital scan and then he can do an MRI."

"No! No MRIs"

"No MRIs." You said.

"Why not?"

"High pitched noises are very bothersome."

"High pitched noises hurt his ears."

"Anything else?" Annie asked.

"Fire."

"Fire." You repeated.

"Is he talking to you now?"

"Yes."

After some silence, Eddie spoke up.

"Ann? I just wanted to say that...I'm sorry about everything I did...and...I love you."

"Aww that's nice."

"Thank you Eddie...but now is really not the time..."

•

When you arrived at the hospital, Dan, Annie's new boyfriend, ran a vital scan on you.

"(Y/n). Your body is dying..." He said.

"What?!" You all said.

"Do not listen!"

"This parasite you have-"

"I am not a parasite!" Venom yelled, making you pound the desk.

"Please don't call him a parasite, it makes him angry."

"This thing you have, whatever it is, it's killing you." Dan said.

"No I am not!"

"Wait- I-I'm dying?"

"NO!"

"Yes!"

"Venom's killing you (Y/n)!" Eddie said.

"He needs to get out of your body!" Annie said.

"Your body is slowly shutting down, he's killing you!" Dan said.

"BE QUIET!" Venom yelled taking control of your hand and choking Dan.

"I'm sorry! I can't control him!" You said, trying to get Venom to let go.

"Wait! I have an idea!" Annie said as she started playing a loud high pitched noise on her phone.

You and Venom started screaming as you knelt down and covered your ears.

Venom began thrashing around and eventually was forced out of your body.

Dan closed the doors on the room Venom was in and Annie managed to get you out before he closed the doors.

Venom latched onto the glass trying to reach you and you stared at him.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asked.

Ignoring him, you stood up and pointed your finger at Venom.

"You were poisoning me? Killing my body?! What happened to protecting me?! What happened to "we"?!"

"I'm leaving." You said, walking out of the room.

"Wait!" Eddie said. "I still need to take you out to dinner!"

You walked out of the room and to the elevator, but when you got there, the police were waiting for you.

Without Venom, you had no chance of fighting back and let them taze you.

•

When you woke up, you were strapped down to a chair and the man who broke into your apartment earlier was standing in front of you.

"Well look who's finally awake."

"Hi." You said.

"You've been a major pain in the ass, you know that?"

"Out." Drake said, walking into the room.

"But I-"

"Out!"

After a few seconds, the man walked away and Drake looked at you.

"Comfortable (Y/n)? I'll get straight to the point. Where's the symbiote?"

"I don't know, we parted ways."

"Look, I'm trying to save humanity and give it a chance to survive-"

"You're insane." You said.

"That hurts. I'm not insane. What's insane is how humans live. All we do is take, take, take, take, take. But this time, I'm giving humanity a chance to grow, to survive with these symbiotes. Now I'll ask you again, where is the symbiote?"

"I'll say it again, I don't know."

"WHERE IS HE?!" A symbiote taking control of Drake's body yelled.

"Holy shit! That is the scariest thing I have ever seen!"

"WHERE'S VENOM?!"

Drake took control of his body after the symbiote roared at you and ordered the man to come back in.

"Dispose of her in the woods, we'll find the symbiote without her."

"Great." You said.

•

After walking in the woods for a while, you were kicked to the ground and held at gun point.

You closed your eyes, when suddenly the man holding you at gun point screamed.

You opened your eyes and looked around.

"Hello?"

Suddenly, his body fell from the sky without his head.

"Oh."

Just after you said that, Venom dropped down from the tree.

"...That's what you look like..."

"Hello (Y/n)." He said, picking you up.

"Woah...hi..."

Venom opened his mouth and you grew worried.

"You're not going to eat me are you?" You asked.

He didn't answer.

Instead he leaned down and kissed you.

You closed your eyes, confused as hell but you weren't complaining.

After he pulled away, you realized Venom was back in your body and that you just kissed Eddie.

"Eddie?!" You said, wiping your mouth.

"Your heart rate has quickened again."

"Shut up..." You whispered.

"I just somebody's head off..!" He said.

"Yeah, I know. It's not fun." You said.

"The one with Drake is Riot, he is our leader." Venom said.

"Drake has his own symbiote." You told Eddie.

"Shit." He said.

"We have got to go!" He said.

"Go where?" You asked.

"I'm going to!" Eddie said.

"No! It's too dangerous!"

"What's he saying?"

"Venom says it's too dangerous." You said.

"Well I'm going anyway!" Eddie said.

"Not today!" Venom said, taking control of your body.

Venom ran off and started climbing trees.

"Wait what about Eddie?" You said.

"He'll be fine. It is not safe for him." He said, letting you take control of your body again once you were far enough away from Eddie.

"We have to stop Riot. If we fail, he will return to earth with millions more of my kind and take over the planet."

"So is that why you wanted to go back to the rocket in the first place? So you could feed on the planet?!"

"Yes! But it is different now!"

"Oh. Really? Why?"

"On my planet, I am kind of a loser. But here we could be more. Besides I am starting to like it here."

"Oh really?"

"Yes! But there will be nothing to like if we do not stop him."

"Cut the bullshit. What really made you change your mind?"

Venom took control of your body again. "You did (Y/n). I have grown very fond of you. I cannot live without you. Figuratively and literally."

"Thank you." You said as he jumped over to where the rocket was. "But how can I trust you? You were killing my body."

"I was not killing your body. Like I said, I cannot live without you. What would I gain from killing you?"

"...Fair point."

After you said that, Riot jumped out of a window towards the rocket.

"Holy shit! You can take this guy right?!" You said.

"He has got shit you have never seen." Veom said.

"So what does that mean? Are we gonna lose?"

"Probably."

"Oh fuck it. Do your thing Venom."

"Gladly."

Venom jumped and started crawling towards Riot then got in front of him.

"Venom! Get in the rocket!"

"No! We won't let you destroy this world."

"Then die."

Riot created a spike ball with his hands and Venom gasped.

Then he created a spike with his hands and almost hit the both of you.

"Holy shit!"

"Told you."

They started fighting and eventually Venom fought back.

As they fought, they were ripping each other apart and eventually Riot knocked Venom back.

"Get up Venom!" You said. "You got this!"

Suddenly, Venom was ripped from your body and Riot held him up planning to eat him.

"Venom!" You said, standing up and reaching for him.

He connected with you and took control of your body again.

They started fighting again and eventually you and Venom were consumed by Riot.

That was cut short however due to the fact that a high pitched noise started playing over loud speakers.

Separating all four of you.

You landed on the rocket and Venom was a few feet away.

However Drake got up quicker and started kicking you away from Venom.

You tried fighting back but Drake overpowered you.

He soon connected to Riot again and he stabbed you through the chest.

You fell to the ground and watched as Riot climbed onto the rocket.

Just as your eyes closed, you saw Venom crawling towards you.

When you opened your eyes again, Venom was in control and was climbing onto the rocket.

"Thank you for saving my life!" You yelled.

"Of course!" Venom said. "You are my host!"

He started tearing up the rocket which caused it to explode.

The fire surrounding you during the explosion forced Vemon to leave your body with the parting words: "Goodbye (Y/n)."

"Venom!" You yelled as you landed in the water.

•

"So you're finally taking me out to that dinner you promised me?" You said as you ate your food. "More like Lunch, actually."

"Yup." Eddie said. "I know how much you love this place."

"Yeah." You said.

"Look." Eddie said. "I'm sorry about Venom."

You smiled. "Thank you Eddie."

"So...next week, I'm going to need you to come with me to some big event."

"What for?"

"Well. You were one of the reasons as to why I got those pictures so...I need you to be there so I can give you credit."

"Thank you Eddie."

"So about the kiss.." Eddie said.

"He had better not take credit for that. That was my idea."

You smiled, hearing Venom's voice.

"Yes?" You said to Eddie.

"That was Venom's idea."

"Good."

"I would never do that to you, because I'm still trying to win Annie back."

You nodded. "I understand. Well, I better head home. My new cat is waiting for me. Bye Eddie!" You said rushing out of the restaurant.

After the explosion, Venom had burnt and supposedly died.

That was until you were walking home the other night and he had approached you while controlling someone.

You were happy to be reunited with Venom.

Ever since he returned, he has been acting a little different with you. Flirty almost. You can't exactly explain your relationship with Venom, but you're happy with it.

"You said there were some ground rules you wanted to talk to me about now that I am staying?"

"Yes." You said, putting your phone to your ear so you didn't look crazy.

"You can't go around eating anyone you want to, okay?"

"Why not?"

"Because there are good people and bad people."

"You can never ever eat the good people. You can do whatever you want with the bad people because I now know that the heads you eat are not going into my stomach."

"Very well. No good people."

"Exactly." You said.

"I'm very happy you're back Venom." You said.

"I am happy to be back as well."

"Question?"

"Yes?"

"How do you tell the difference between good and bad?"

"I'll show you an example when we get to one." You said, walking into Mrs. Chen's convenience store.

"What do you want to eat for dinner later?" You asked. "Because I can tell you're getting hungry."

"You know me well (Y/n). I don't have to even threaten to eat your organs anymore."

"Yes yes, what do you want?"

"Tator tots and chocolate."

"Whatever you want V." You said, looking at some brands of chocolate.

Suddenly the door opened and someone held Mrs. Chen at gunpoint.

"Please, I can't keep doing this!"

"The money, Chen. Now."

"That's an example of a bad guy." You whispered.

"Got it. Can I eat him?"

You nodded and let Venom take control of your body.

He grabbed the man by the arm and walked over. "You come in here again. In fact, if you go anywhere in this city, preying on innocent people, we will find you."

"We will eat both of your arms, both of your legs, and then we will eat your face right off your head, do you understand? So you will be this armless, legless, faceless thing, rolling down the streets, won't you?"

"Like a turd in the wind. Do you feel me?" Venom said, making you laugh.

"What the hell are you?" The man asked.

"We are Venom."

"On second thought..."

Venom leaned down and ate thr man entirely. Not just his head.

You regained control of your body and turned to Mrs. Chen. "Sorry about that."

"What was that?" She asked.

"Oh nothing. Just a little uhhhh...Night, Mrs. Chen!" You said leaving the store.

"I forgot how funny you were." You said, putting your phone up to your ear.

"I suppose I am pretty humorous."

"I ready to go home and watch TV." You said walking to your apartment.

"What is "TV"?" Venom asked. "You seem to be very fond of it."

"I'll show you. I'll show you all the things we humans do."

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE

-> Chapter 2

#venom symbiote #venom #venom x reader #venom 2018 #female reader #fanfiction #chapter 1 #monster fucker

[goldenhickeysandramen]

Things I dont like of Chapter 2 (the rise of solos)

You have heard me say it more than once that I don't like Chapter 2.

After much thought, and internal reflexions (cause sometimes I catch myself being mad or sad) I want to share with you the reasons (as a therapy):

1. There is no Ot7 content. Obviously, it's not the purpose, but if we want to see our favorites together (e.g. jikook), it's hard, and it makes me very sad 😥. There is only content from those who have something to promote, and so they do crossover, or a 2 x 1 (even in the design department).

2. Chapter 2 is the rise of solos, and maybe the end of the power or strength Army (as fandom) used to have. 

The true face of many accounts that are SOLO has come out. 

And when I say “SOLO”, I mean those who want the artist outside of BTS. I respect all opinions. But, if I knew that was their pov from the outset, I would not follow those accounts. Still, I follow accounts that follow and agree with those accounts... 😓😓 and the fact is that I don't know what the fuck to do, because sometimes I have the feeling that I need to start over and do a clean up, even though that would mean not following moots that I appreciate a lot.

I'm a bit of a solo myself. We all are. With our favorites. It's logical. 

But I want BTS back in 2025 or 2026.  I don't want any of them to leave the group unless they want to. 

And so far, they have expressed their willingness to be back together. I don't know... maybe they are constantly lying to us... or maybe it's the FUCKING TRUTH! 

As solos become more polarized, fandom will lose strength.

3. I do NOT like Hybe's planning at all. I'm sorry for what I'm going to do now, which is to compare, but it doesn't seem right to me that Hobi, for example, had almost 4 months for it (from July 15th when JiTB was released til mid October when Jin released the Astronaut) and Jimin only 4 weeks. Of course, the solution is to give more time to Jimin (not shade to my dear Hobi).

Let's see... wasn't this supposed to have been planned for a long time? This chapter 2.... 

Didn't Suga or RM have some songs already prepared before? 

Why not the vocal line? 

And what the fuck happened to the 3 songs and 3 MVs that Jungkook was talking to Hobi in early 2021?

Something is wrong here? Do you see it too?

4. In addition to planning, it should be added that Hybe is being very negligent in the way it promotes its biggest intangible assets: BTS members. I won't expand on this, because I already made a post.

https://www.tumblr.com/hickeyramenjmjk/714301263540584449/he-doesnt-deserve-this?source=share

But I do want to add something. It is good for all of us to speak out and raise our voices in the face of injustice. But we have to keep in mind that the solution is in Hybe now and the radio issue.

In my opinion, it is not organic to make massive purchases to boost anyone's position. I mean, from my pov, the merit is to take the song to the top 1 because everyone who listens to it, likes it, and then "it sounds more and more" and also they buy it. Army is needed, especially at the begining, but can't be the only source of success of BTS. 

BTS members deserve to be EXPORTED worldwide! Hybe DO YOUR JOB! 

5. Despite some glimpses of change (i.e. Bangtan naked era 😏) some things remain the same, to my own disappointment (but my fault & my expectations).

By this I mean certain very Kpop dynamics, which BTS still respects. Despite their privileged position and sailing between two seas: kpop and more western culture .... I think it's clear to us that where they are living influences their behaviour.

By this I mean all: the subject of women, how they should present themselves in front of Army, maintaining the illusions of the "ships", having  impeccable friends and collaborations (although as drinking is culturally accepted there, that seems to be well seen...).

It is funny to me when I see a lot of my PJMS-moots think that everything Jimin is going to do is always some kind of "coming out". There may be glimpses, and hints, but nothing could be further from the truth. Expectations of him are very high (free him from that burden!).... and they forget that he is one of the members who has the most respect for the elders and for his culture and values. If you talk to K-army they will point out that Jimin speaks with impeccable respect for Army. It's not for nothing that he's always at the top of the reputation rankings.

(Side note: maybe that's why the final part of "Letter" is so important, that it's not written in informal and that Jimin would never sing in that tone to Army).

There are things that have not changed and I wished they would change. For instance:

- I never expected jikook to come out of the closet, if I'm correct and they are together. But I also didn't expect such a level of misguidedness and protection (compared to other members, with whom they seem to go out to the theatre, football or drinking with no problem).

- I expected Taejennie to attend a premiere together, of some of their actor friends, and they didn't even greet each other at the Harry Styles concert. 

I don't think I'll ever get over this. 

https://twitter.com/taenniefacts/status/1643833776986890241?s=20

Even if you don't think they're a couple, and that it was all a set-up (a bit naive, actually), it's impossible to think that they don't know each other, given that they share a lot of friends (starting with the Paradise family). 

But on the contrary, to cover up what for me is obvious, Tae has over-used certain mass-raising behaviours.... you know what I mean.

- I thought Jimin was going to tell us a bit more about his album, and he censored things for the minors in his vlive. I will never forgive our Jiminie for this.😣

I still have faith in Jungkook's recent misbehavior 😂. Although not much either.... But if he comes out in one pic alone with Calvins, I'll adore him for life and think there's hope for change 🥹

Anyway... the best thing about this era is seeing their talent and getting to know their solo works. Obviously. And of course to see how all the top brands want them...

and  how they show more and more skin! hahahahaha....Let's enjoy it...

cr: @taebokkiii

Don't get me wrong.  I'd rather 10 times “chapters 2″ than see them go off to military service.

But I MISS BTS. A LOT. 

AND I MISS JIKOOK, TOO MUCH indeed.

And I needed to make this post, because it's a way to get out the helplessness I feel these months (while I also think about what to do with my twitter experience lately and the rise of solos).

[cicada-circuitry]

Hello I am curious about “we’re not friends.” (because: who is not friends? [I have some guesses]) and “there are only victims of virtue here” because that is a banger title

oh man okay a VERY COOL KID in my inbox LETS GO

11. we're not friends i blame entirely on @moocowmoocow writing this molly/karen femslash february fic that i happened to read right as I was getting to the karen/danny arc in s2 like honestly it might have been literally the first FAM fic i ever read just blindly opening the tag and it gave me some kind of brainworm i could not get rid of. {there really are so many people this title could apply to sooo curious about the guesses}

Tiny snippet:

"Oh! I can come back another time. It's nothing urgent." "Nonsense. He'll be home..." Molly waved a vague hand. "Sometime. Eventually. You can come in. Have a drink. Smoke. Both." Nervously, Karen stepped into the Wayne-free Cobb residence after Molly. "Well, if you're sure he'll be by soon." "Didn't say that." Molly lit a cigarette. Offered the pack. Karen used two fingers to press it away. "No thank you." Seconds ticket by as Molly smoked, leaning idly against the frame of the kitchen doorway, watching her. Karen swallowed and wrung her hands. "If it's going to be a while I can really—" "It really bothers you, being here with just me." Karen's mouth fell open. "No, I— Well, there's no reason for you and I to— You're Ed's friend," she said a little sharply. "Wayne and I are friends. It's... a little odd, but it makes sense, given your— Given his—" "Given Wayne's the astronaut wife." Something about that made Karen flush.

4. there are only victims of virtue here is... margo x irina. i am pretty sure i am never going to post this fic so the fact that there are more than 20,000 words of it is completely inexplicable the margo in russia arc really just hit me like a truck.

its a mix of expanding on a bunch of season 4 itself and an exploration of what might happen if irina gets to decide star city isn't through with Margo after the season ends after all.

here's one early bit of it tacked onto the night after the coup

Her flat is unwelcoming when she stumbles in at quarter to ten. It should be relief, taking off her coat, unwrapping her scarf, fumbling her way into the shower to finish washing the blood out of her hair. She should feel safe now. 

She doesn’t. She sees the dark spots in the corners of her shower she’s never been able to scrub away. The flecks on the vinyl curtain she should have replaced months ago. The crack in the cheap mirror whose dingy glass manages to make her look paler than she is. Levering herself down into her bed, it’s not her old life she’s comparing it to. She’s lived in worse. This place has multiple rooms, a functional television, even an out-of-tune piano. It’s not like she’s regressed to her bare bones fresh-out-of-college apartment she never even furnished for preference of furnishing her closet-sized office. 

Her broken glasses make a concerning clicking noise when she sets them down on the bedside table. She turns out the light without looking and groans her way into a position that only aggravates every single muscle that’s been tugged the wrong way in the last twenty-four hours, but doesn’t seem like it’ll prevent her from falling asleep. It’s not even that she can’t feel safe in this part of the city anymore, after being forcibly dragged away. 

It’s the itching, straining feeling that she shouldn’t be here. 

That she was exactly where she was supposed to be three hours ago. Before two of Director Morozova’s silent, scowling men drove her home. 

In an empty Roscosmos building scattered with the remnants of its last guard—half-finished cups of coffee, papers strewn across desks and floors, a single broken briefcase leaning up against the knee of the cosmonaut in the mural in the main lobby. Where Irina had said, “I expect you back here tomorrow, Ms. Madison.” 

Margo—rattled and bruised and bloody and exhausted as she was—had said, “Are you sure you wouldn’t like me to… stay?” 

#congratulations you somehow managed to pick TWO of the rare not margo x molly fics on this list #pretending i am not even SLIGHTLY embarrassed about my choices lmao #for all mankind #margo x irina #irina morozova #karen x molly #c-c answered asks

[lazerswordweilder]

This definitely isn’t the best, but I sat down to watch a Ranboo stream and suddenly realised I was two hours in and had this. Not my best art, but I still liked it :)

This was going to be in the tags but it exceeded 30:

I do not have an already existing au for this btw but from what I gathered pretty much Danny's at a high school/college at Gotham, he woke up on the street with his last memory being some dramatic fight ending with something about clockwork. these aren't blanks in his memory, those are blanks in my memory. but yeah. he's depressed, and can't contact his family or even know if they're alive. he tried drinking but his core burning even the strongest alcohol in seconds. he's aiming to become an astronaut in this universe, because doctors here aren't aware about his 'accident' aka the first few minutes after the portal where his heart stopped, that permanently scarred his record because they didn't have a clue what caused it, so he couldn't go to space because of safety risks. he is destroyed emotionally though, and is only really giving it a half assed attempt, which still puts him on the Waynes and/or Bats radar because he has: otherworldly (ghost zone) and insanely advanced (have you seen tuker? or the learning machines Lancer used) tech. he also has experience and idea from geniuses like tuker, his parents, himself, technus, also a load of dead geniuses. Yeah but, he’s the smartest kid in school by miles, but a complete and total loner because of how much he’s hurting. Everyone thinks he’s weird.

^^^that’s pretty much all I thought about while drawing it. But I’d imagine he contemplates killing himself but can never bring himself to because his ghost half has respect for the dead instincts and he can’t bring himself to get taken out like that, he wants to go out fighting, struggling, fighting tooth and claw, in a blaze of glory. I’d also imagine he tries not to know the bats, also ghostly respect, at least one of them is a ghost of some sort, and a lot of them are liminal or ecto contaminated, he doesn’t want to mess with them. He just shows up to class with coffee fit for Tim, and survives.

Then I’d imagine he ends up in a relationship, either strong platonic, or family/brother(maybe even father???), or strong sexual/romantic, with one of the bats (probably one of the siblings cause age differences y’know, but let him stew around in his emotions for years, then throw him at the older bats if you want) and then they help him get back home. He gives them all unmelt ice necklaces that can be used to summon him in return (thousands of years into the future most are still family heirlooms and they become incredibly powerful magic artefacts that summon the king of the dead himself), both for emergencies and just catching up.

#my art #lazerswordweilder writes #dpxdc

[kanmom51]

I’ve been wondering if Jungkook is working on his solo album at all. We don’t hear much about that, other than his Dreamers schedule. Is there any news on when he might be releasing something or at least some timeframe for any teasers? Jimin has been steadily working really hard and we get small glimpses through the reveals of his collabs, but crickets about JK. I can’t help but wonder what he’s doing with all his time. Maybe someone’s heard something I haven’t come across.

We haven't heard about Suga either. Or Tae. But they are all working on their music, their albums or collabs.

Idk if you remember the Festa dinner months back, but there we were told Hobi will be first to release, and although they didn't share the actual order of releases JK did blurt out something about Suga being next and him to follow Suga.

That was all thrown out of the window with RM pushed forward and Jin's Astronaut. I also think the Busan concert threw them off a little too.

We don't know what brought about the change in order though.

Is it the order of their upcoming military service or perhaps issues with the actual material for the solo albums, not being ready yet.

BTS have been working damn hard over the past few months. Don't let the lack of content and unknown schedules deceive you.

I'd go so far as to say that the past few months leading up to Jin's enlistment have been one of the busiest and hardest times they had gone through. Working on creating content to fill close to 2 years of absence, working on their solo music, preparing for the Busan concert, working with other artists on collabs etc.

Add to that the uncertainty, the stress, the anger, not easy times.

I think the reason we aren't hearing about JK's activities is because he's not the next nor the next next, lol, to be releasing his solo.

Logically Suga should be next, as he would have to enlist by the end of March, which is probably why we got Suga and his talk over drinks 'show'.

As Hobi is already done, JM will follow. And we've seen him hard at work. He also told us he's hard at work. And this is by his choice (all the photos posted by the people he's worked with wouldn't have seen the light of day if he hadn't agreed to them being posted).

It's funny how people are saying JK is doing nothing. Less talk about Tae probably because he's being more visible (even if not by working on music).

Kind of plays to the same rhythm as something wrong with Jikook because we don't see them together. They aren't sharing their work process with us, doesn't mean they aren't working. We knew about Left and right for the first time around JK's trip to NY before their visit to the White house. He recorded it way before that. I also want to remind you of RM talking about Indigo, telling us how long he's been working on that album. JK or Tae not being up next does not mean they aren't working on their music, for their own solo albums or for collabs with others. Doesn't mean they aren't writing, producing, recording.

Either of them not sharing their work with us doesn't mean they aren't actually working.

Add to that how JK has gone all stealth on us in the months following the wipeout of his IG account. At first he was sharing with us. Moments, clips, stories with actual fan interaction, showing his utter love for army. But something happened. Was this a belated reaction to the whole JM stolen mail and breach of privacy issue? Was his reception at NY the final straw? Who knows. What we do know is that it's all gone, and replaced by a super professional very cold concept with zero to little moments shared, that is, that aren't promotional in one way or another. Very pretty. Very detached and distant. JK said "I've had enough" and disconnected.

Anyways, bottom line, work, in some shape or form, is being done even if we aren't privy to it.

#ask

[half-deadmagicperson]

And He Answered

Chapter 1

For @phicphight

Words: 994 (For this chapter)

Prompt: Mermaid AU, where instead of being ectobiologists, Jack and Maddie Fenton study wildlife from under the sea— specifically mermaids. Amity Park is next to multiples large lakes and rivers, the Ghost Zone is underwater, all the ghosts are mers, and Danny is struggling to find a way to explain his sudden aversion to any things water.( By @erebecula )

Summary: Danny Fenton was just fourteen when his parents built a submarine. It was designed to travel to a world unseen. When it couldn't handle the water pressure, his folks quit, but Danny was stupid and went inside of it.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Drowning

This is chapter one of this series which will probably become my pet project this month.

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        Drs. Fenton are marine biologists who have been trying to prove the existence of mers for years. One of their pet projects was a special sub that could help them capture a specimen or two, as well as travel deep enough to find them. Danny was cleaning their lab when he noticed the sub in all its glory. He was curious about the strange vessel and decided to board it. While he was looking around the cockpit, he accidentally bumped a button on the control panel. An alarm blared as the sub was dropped into the depths of the surprisingly deep lake.

    The sub went down and cracked under the pressure. Water rushed in and filled the cockpit. Danny started to tread water. It was no use. Eventually, there was no air left in the sub. The lake water stung his eyes. Danny held his breath as long as he could. He needed to inhale, but he couldn't. Water rushed into his airway, and he started to choke. The lake filled his lungs and he couldn't breath. This was it. He was stupid for ever boarding the sub. His vision blurred. He'll never get to say goodbye to his family or his friends. Danny will never get to be an astronaut. At least, he'll be among the stars. Goodbye world. Everything went black.

     "We got a pulse!" A muddled voice spoke. Danny's eyes flew open as he lurched forward and coughed out a bunch of water onto the blanket on top of him. He was in a hospital, sitting on a gurney. He looked over to see a doctor and nurses as well as his family. His head ached like there was no tomorrow. How did they find him? He was at least 5000 ft below. 

    "What happened?" He asked groggily.

    "We were wondering if you could answer that," his mom said, "we found you washed up on the beach. You-you didn't have a pulse and you weren't breathing. Jazz called the doctor while I started giving you CPR. We were so scared Danny! We thought we were gonna lose you."

    At this point his mother started to cry and pulled him into a hug.

   "Those damned mer probably did this," his dad replied, "I, Jack Fenton, swear to tear them apart for what they did!"

    Danny knew at some point he had to figure out how he got on shore, but in the meantime he was tired. He decided to get some sleep. Hopefully tomorrow he'll be able to go home.

    A blue man with a whipy beard appeared. His complexion was both young and old at the same time. His form appeared to shift with the shimmering in the water between a child, an adult, and an elder. His face wore a gentle smile. He summoned a ball of blue light and blew it towards Danny.

  "You're destined for great things young halfa. You will unite the land and sea. It's only a matter of time."

    The man smiled and faded away.

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    Danny woke up super thirsty. He looked around the hospital room for some water. Thankfully, he was given some breakfast which included something to drink. Today he had to do some final check-ups so he can go home.

    The day dragged on. Most of the time he spent texting his friends Sam and Tucker, telling them that he was okay. The doctors came and cleared him. The only concerning thing was his slightly colder body temperature, but that should hopefully go away soon.

    The Fenton Assault Vehicle (equipped with harpoons and nets) rolled up into the driveway of their house. It felt good to be home. Danny walked up to his room and pulled out some clothes for a shower. The grime from the ocean still clung to his skin.

    Danny turned on the faucet in the bath. He ran his hand under the water to see what temperature it was at before he turned to place down his clean clothes. Not a moment after he set his clean clothes down did he notice something shiny on his hand. Were those scales? Sure enough on the back of his hand was blotched with iridescent black scales. He rubbed his hand with a towel, and they disappeared. Maybe he should just go to bed. He's so tired he must be seeing things. Yeah that's it. Just tired.

     Danny laid down in bed and looked out his window towards Lake Amity. He watched the water lap slightly against the sand. It was quite peaceful. A sense of longing filled his heart as he stared at the still, murky waters. He wanted to be out there in the stillness. He has no idea why, especially since he literally drowned like two days ago. He watched the light shimmer against the water and the temptation grew worse. He NEEDED to be out there. The water was calling.

     Danny told his family he was going for a walk and strolled to the rocky beach. He walked over to a part of the cove where he could be alone. The water was calling him.

     Danny stepped into the water and walked in. Scales grew wherever the water touched. He felt rejuvenated. Finally, he walked so deep his head was the only thing above water. The supernatural draw of the lake caused him to go further still, until he was fully submerged. His legs fused and grew into a beautiful black tail with green fins. The black in his hair melted into a snowy white, and his eyes became an emerald green. Gills etched their way on his neck that enabled him to breathe. Webbing grew between his fingers. A dorsal fin sprouted on his back, punching a hole through his shirt. He was no longer just Danny Fenton, the son of  weird marine biologists . He was something new. He was a mer, or at least half of one.

   The water called him, and he answered her.

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