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The sinking of Lusitania in 1915 was considered the spark that drew the United States into WWI. The British ship leaned so far starboard that most of the lifeboats were useless and in 18 minutes she was gone, taking 1200 innocent passengers with her.
#RMS Lusitania#Cunard liner#WWI#torpedo#Irish coast#submarine#tragedy at sea#Atlantic Ocean#1200 lost#U-boat#lifeboats#Ireland#UK#USA#7 May 1915#On this day
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GUESS WHOOOOO LOST THE POUR ONE OUT DRAFT. SOMEHOW. :)
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Happy Monday
I’m 🙂 grateful 🙂 all 🙂 the 🙂 fucking 🙂 time 🙂
#me#tbh I like the vibe of this album but I feel like I’m too old for it lol#this song is growing on me tho honestly might make it onto the menty b playlist#aaanyway was at the gym at 6:15 this morning and I’m exhausted#didn’t go to bed early enough for that shit#but I got my lifts done and finished w 1200 stairs by 7:30 so I feel pretty accomplished 😌#started a new program month w my trainer today - phase 5 bitches#who would have thought#he also asked me for my weight/inches lost so he could brag abt me to his other clients 🥹🥹🥹#he’s so proud and it was validating at just the right time#bc ur girl is tired and my brain is fighting me a bit#but I’m not fking stopping#wow talk about a tag rant lmao ily if you read all these#Spotify
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my partner, dad, and closest friend are all concerned about my health right now and urging me to just move anywhere I can find a short term tenancy asap even if it has to be a bit more expensive whilst I find somewhere else and I'm like. yeah. I guess this really is serious huh.
#me having had a cough since the day after i moved home and lost 6kgs: I guess this really is serious#lmao god. I will pay the £1200 whatever. it's for my health
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Tfw when you're trying to limit the amount of calories you're eating, and you realize just how absurdly high calorie most things are.
#i'm trying to lose weight with the guidance of doctor by taking an appetite suppressant and eating fewer calories#it's working pretty good so far but im refusing to get my hopes up too much#i've only been taking the medicine and limiting my calories for less than 2 weeks and i've already lost almost 8 and a half pounds#i don't have a specific weight goal in mind so much as i want to be losing weight instead of gaining#at minimum i'm making sure to eat at least 1200 calories a day but no more than 1500 calories a day#this is mostly because i've read that the minimum amount you need to eat to avoid your metabolism slowing down is 1200 calories a day#the medicine has actually also been helping my ADHD some as my brain feels more....put together if that makes sense#i'm mostly just distraught because i fucking LOVE mcdonald's breakfast sandwiches but they're all like at least 400 calories#this means if i want to keep my intake low i'll need to stop buying breakfast from mcdonalds#i can be convinced to do just about anything if you offer me an sausage egg mcmuffin sandwich#it's hard and there's no way i'd be able to do this without the medicine#but at the same time i'm just so sick of being fat and not being able to wear certain clothes or do certain things because of it#i love myself i really do but i know deep down i can't keep living like this if i ever want to truly feel confident in my appearance
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#not fallout#kal talks#negative#tbd#but man.#whenever i hit an anxiety spiral it really fucks with my appetite to the point that ill go days without eating much#like i can manage 1200 calories over 3 days#its not anxiety /about/ eating its iust that im anxious so i have no appetite and eating is really difficult#ive lost another four pounds#i can see my hipbones and my ribs#ive already got a borderline ED and struggle with food avoidance and it really concerns me that this could trigger fullblown anorexia#i think the reason ive been struggling with art and lethargy the last few days is because i havent eaten much#and im fucking tired all the time#and it doesn't help that my mom keeps pointing out how skinny ive gotten#covid made me lose weight and then the thing in march happened snd i couldnt eat for like 2 weeks#October and November were high spikes in anxiety for me too and i could barely manage anything#but like. christ. i can feel my heart beating and how i keep getting lightheaded from standing up and that always happened#but i feel like its gotten worse#fuck man idk. im not underweight for my height but its just the fact that i have not managed to eat much in the last 3-4 days#long ass complicated rant over im gonna delete this later.
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the ao3 addiction is an addiction , but it's objectively funny , so I don't do anything about it
See this is interesting to me because it's ao3 fanfiction in particular, not just any fanfiction. Hmm. As long as the website being down doesnt affect your day significantly and you can still go on normally knowing it will all be fine then all is good^_^
#fanfiction is so interesting to look into as a phenomenon cuz it is so normal and human#a kid in the 1200s probably imagined himself hanging out with his favorite knights#a lady in the 1800s was probably upset with the man the protagonist of the latest novel ended up marrying and she rewrote the ending#but these things just never got shared#ah how many things got lost to time or never got put down on paper to begin with#ask#kotoko🍰
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This drabble that I’m attempting to finish is turning out longer than intended.
I’m not sorry, but I do promise to post it under a read more.
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"let me just put down a little story to shake the dust off my writing skills" is say as i sit down and start working out the goddamn history of my fake world
#there's a point to it i swear#also i love world building so it's easy to get carried away#there's stuff before the cataclysm but it's lost knowledge#only god (me) knows :)#c4.txt#it's been over 1200 years since the founding of this empire#which is like i said roughly equal to our 1850s#it's like if in our year 800 or so worldwide catastrophe happened#and now everything before is just myth and legend#don't say anything about my math it's 00:34 lol
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projecting down to insignificance thinking about one of the familiars as a toddler kicking the lens out of barbara's glasses like one of my little siblings did to me a few years back
#trollhunters tag#it still doesn't fit back in right#hHH HALSO#leaving her glasses in random places like falling asleep with them on and they end up lost in the couch cushions#or on the floor beneath a blanket#JUST when a small child thinks it'd be a good time to jump as hard as they possibly can on that specific spot#that tweet thats like rent: $1200 electricity $200 REPLACEMENT GLASSES $4000 food $300 someone help me my family is dying#this whole post brought to u by how i just tried to give the kids goodnight kisses and my glasses got in the way so bad they almost broke#by nearly falling off btwn 2 kids where 1 would have 100% rolled onto them and crushed them#an underrated aspect of parental characters who have glasses. the hell of having glasses when ur surrounded by chaos.
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girl r u ok
i WILL MEVER NE THE SMAME AGAIN
#ik u don’t want an actual answer#but picture this:#your mom has left for two weeks to take care of her sick father who lives far away#leaving u with your dad and grandma#your dad also has to leave for four days because of a work trip#leaving u alone with your grandma that has slowly started losing memory after your grandpa died earlier this year#she asks u 1200 times a day what time it is/ day it is / year it is and just nearly forgets everything#and you have to try your best to be patient#you miss your mom#and then suddenly its comeback day#u wake up early to watch the mv and listen to album and then the pressure to create sets in#u try to gif but in every single set something goes wrong and u feel like u cant do it#it takes u seven hours to finally post a set and u think its ugly and you’re so disappointed with yourself#it’s overwhelming and u keep having these self deprecating thoughts and its a constant circle so u cry and fall asleep#u wake up to your mutuals showinf u so much love esp ashible and annie#and people miraculously like the set u think is ugly#and then your fav band goes live and u read the trans online and its funny#and then your bias the only one in the world posts not ONCE but TWICE#despite being so ia on social media#so yeah. i lost it for a second there </3#pls ignore all typos i promise i know correct grammar and how to spell </3#also ignore this whole thing hdjdjd#angels ☁️#love mail 💌
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finally getting some good games with the S Blast!
#splatoon#I included a splat zone match we lost but I got 1200 paint points and n1 splat zone inker#which means I'm improving with my use of burst bombs
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i need everyone to know that i am about to commit the most lesbian thing of my entire life that is push my ex's car 1200 meters to the mechanic's because she's cute and asked me nicely
#and when i say push i literally mean PUSH bc that fucking clunker is fully dead#1200 meters is around 3940 feet for my non metric squad#my sleeves better explode and she better faint at the sight bc otherwise that will be truly a lost opportunity#personal
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#food tw#tw eating issues#tw weight discussion#I’ve lost like 4 lbs in the last 2 ish months#and I overall feel a lot healthier and more comfortable in my body#i know that sounds crazy bc it’s just 4-5 lbs#but I’m a very short woman lol#so 4-5 lbs makes a difference#but I’m trying to lose about 3 more#and I swear#it’s so difficult#and I don’t want to ruin my relationship with food#but I’m trying to eat in a calorie deficit and most days it’s hard!!#my deficit to lose weight is only 1200 calories#and I’ve been noticing that on the days I eat over 1200 or I eat unhealthy foods I feel guilty and bad about myself#which isn’t good#like today I stress ate a brownie goldfish and pretzels#when I should’ve had like greek yogurt and an apple#and it’s just hard to eat healthy-feel full-and I have a giant sweet tooth so eating desserts cannot be cut out#i feel like I used to be able to eat whatever I wanted and I stayed the same weight#but after I turned 21 it was like nope#other
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Phantom's Number 1 Fan Part 3
John Constantine calls a joint Justice League and Justice League Dark meeting.
It's not something he wants to do. He barely works with the LJD, but at least that lot understands his work and knows what to do and where to go.
The JL members always ask questions and forget proper manners when working with the paranormal- John isn't the most well-mannered bloke around, but even he knows to permanently say goodbye to ghosts so that they don't follow him home- and it's like trying to teach an intern while dodging bullets.
He prefers to avoid the whole origination, especially since Bruce's death; everyone has been walking on eggshells, and there is a sense of disorganization drenched in grief that John breaks into hives just thinking about, but this is big.
Bigger than he can handle it on his own or with just the JLD. Even if the whole group gives the bats not-so-stable glances as they filter in.
John notices that one of Batman's brats is missing- the smart one- but he has heard that the kid suffered some kind of psychotic break from his father's death. It's sad, really, mainly because John used to believe that the third Robin was the one with the good head on his shoulders.
What's worse is that the Third Robin up and ran off, having gone off the grid when he refused to accept Batman's death. The boy hadn't said anything besides, "The portraits told me!" after having a miniature breakdown in his home.
It didn't help that around this time, the boy teammates had all dropped like flies except for one. So yes, John knows it wasn't a big surprise that he lost it, but it was still sad to see. Kid is only seventeen.
He hopes they find him soon to give him the help he needs. John would offer a spell to try and find him, but he needs to learn about the kid better, which means his spell can only point in a general direction.
Nightwing looked downright ragged, but losing a father on the battlefield and a younger brother to his grief did a number on anyone.
John hates himself just a little for dragging the grieving family here. He does, but again, this is bigger than all of them. This is a matter of life and death- literally.
"Listen up. We have a bloody level ten on its way to Earth if it's not already here." His words cut through the muttering crowd, shutting everyone up. A level ten makes even the big, lousy Superman sweat. He snaps his fingers, allowing his magic to shift into the image of a King Phantom sitting on his throne- painted in the early 1200s and the picture that can be used to identify him.
The art style would have been almost modern if it wasn't for the unease that the painting could cause due to the glowing green from his majesty's portrait. They say the green was ectoplasm from the king himself- and that alone should warn others to not mess with him.
Everyone Justice League Dark member hissed through their teeth, sitting up straighter and a few even pale. John is once again grateful that they understand just how deep in shit they genuinely are.
"This is the Ghost King. He is not to be confused with a god or king of gods. He's something else entirely because he makes gods nervous. He is on his way here to kill whoever is dumb enough to threaten his pregnant fiancee, and I fear the rest of Earth will be collateral if we don't prepare-"
"That's Danny Phantom," A young voice cuts John off. He is surprised someone would talk over him in a level ten briefing. All eyes turn to Robin- er, the new Robin.
The kid is frowning at the image, his signature scowl already deeper than usual. He's also heard the new Robin was a spoiled boy who was not a team player.
"You know King Phantom?" John asks.
Robin nods. "Placeholder is obsessed with him. Half his room is covered with King Phantom's heroics."
"Do not call him that.," Nightwing hisses a second later. He frowned when Robin ignored him but returned to the room without further comment on the boy's cheek. "Danny Phantom is a low-level search and rescue hero. He pops up around the world but only sometimes interacts with people. Robin- Young Justice Robin- was obsessed with him."
The room gains an awkward weight as no one is willing to bring up the mentally unsound MIA teenager.
It's too bad for them. John has never cared about making anyone comfortable. "You said his room is covered in images of King Phantom?"
From the corner of his eyes, John catches sight of Zatanna's face. She's pale white, with a horrified expression as if though she was standing before the grim itself. Every other member of the Justice League Dark is in a similar state.
"Yes, he has a whole wall of posters and stuff." Nightwing conforms, and shit John knows who Phantom's after now.
The thing is, one just doesn't have pictures of King Phantom. No one knows why, but the Ghost King can not be documented. Not without having some kind of connection to the King.
Throughout history, the only ones who have ever had even one solid picture of the king- John's magic doesn't count cause he can't well hold the thing up forever- usually meant that the King would appear before them at one point.
There is also a myth if one could beat a member of the royal ghost family, then one wish is granted to them. If one can kill a royal ghost member, death can be overturned.
It's not true, obviously, for death is not easily beaten like that, but John knows that as an expert, would a mentally unwell teenager know the same?
It was also known that if the King appeared before you, something terrible would happen. The sighting of King Phantom often came as an omen and usually right before a terrible disaster.
In the last disaster, they lost Batman, and if King Phantom had shown up, where the Third Robin have spotted him? Where the Third Robin have thought the King could return the dead?
Not to mention the rumors!
King Phantom was hunting down a group of humans known as "The Bats." John hadn't put that much stock in that rumor simply because it could have been anyone- hell, when he looked up the bats seven different groups appeared, varying from boy bands to zoologists.
But if he placed the name "The Bats" next to the Third Robin's psychotic break, his obsession with King Phantom, and his intertwined fates...well, shit.
There is a slight chance that the Third Robin's fate could be intertwined with the Ghost King in a positive light, but John has learned to not be optimistic in his line of work.
"I think the Third Robin is gunning after the Ghost King's fiancee and unborn child in a misguided attempt to bring Batman back to life. He may have kicked started a war that humanity can not win," He announces. He hates to say. hates to even suggest it, but the needs of the many outweigh those of the few. "We have to find the Third Robin and attempt to stop him. If we can't reason with him, we must put him down."
Wonder Girl gasps a sob, pressing her hand against her mouth.
John hates himself a little more as she sobs; a few rushes to confront her, but no one is unaffected by the news.
"I'm ordering a hunt for the Third Robin," Wonderwoman speaks up to her steady leadership, returning everyone from their despair. "Every available hero will help. Do not use lethal force unless there is no other choice. We may be able to find him before King Phantom's armies arrive."
John just hopes they are not too late.
Meanwhile, across the plane of existence, unaware of the manhunt for his head, Tim Drake is trying to stare down a Yeti, attempting to put him in silk clothes that are just fabrics held together by strings.
"No."
"But-But- but you have such a flattering figure! You must flaunt it! The Great One will barely be able to contain himself if he sees you in this!"
"No. It looks like something you wear on a honeymoon to seduce your spouse. I'm not walking around in that."
"Well, you don't need to bewitch his majesty. You already have a child on the way." The Yeit mutters, considering the fabric in his claws with a frown. He is Frostbite's royal tailor and has been attempting to dress Tim for over an hour. Everything he's suggested so far looks like it came from those romantic fantasy games.
It's like they want to make him a sexy consort or something.
Tim's teeth grind against each other. He hates how often his role is reminded, how casually the yetis mention that Ra's expects a child from Tim.
He doesn't even know how that child will come to be, and it makes him sick. He's been bidding his time, waiting for his wounds to heal and to find a weakness in the frozen fortress, but so far, he is unsure how he will escape.
And Bruce is still out there, waiting for Tim to get him. He can't waste any more time here.
"How about this cloak?" The Yeti offers, holding up a dark metallic fabric that reminds TIm of his Robin cape. "If we are going for a more conservative look, something that screams power is just the way to make the masses wild!"
Ugh, he really needs to think of a plan soon.
#dcxdpdabbles#dc x dp crossover#Phantom's number 1 fan#Part 3#The Justice League made the wrong conclusion#Or John made the wrong conculsion#Tim is still being pampered but now they want to show him off like a trophy husband they think he is#Danny is vibing while new Ghost King Lore is dropping
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pairing: bestfriend!peter parker x fem!reader
sypnosis: after peter misses his chance to ask you out to the homecoming dance, he has to suffer the consequences of his own actions
wc: 1200+
a/n: hiii!! i have the urge to write again bc im bored and i dont wanna do my summer course work. this prompt is based on this post and loosely based on that one scene in the movie ladybird when she gets picked up by her date. i wrote this super quickly so not the best but i hope u enjoy :)
peter had it first. he had the idea, the flowers, the poster, your favorite chocolate strawberries all ready for you. until brad davis came in and stole everything.
now he has nothing. he’s on your bed munching on the melty strawberries as he watches you get ready for the dance; you’ve asked for his help in choosing which dress you should go for.
“okay how ‘bout this one, pete?” the boy glances up at you, mid-chew with his mouth open.
his eyes snake over the outfit you’ve chosen. you do a swift twirl to show off the pretty soft blue satin dress that falls down to your mid-thigh with an open back. the skirt of your dress rides a bit high revealing a little too much. peter gulps, running his hands down his legs, immediately your sweet honey perfume floods his senses, his brain feels a little fuzzy, and he thinks the room gets smaller while his pants get a tiny bit tighter.
however, your eyes are what he takes in the most. you look eager, nervous about his approval, and hopeful for his admission.
his eyes widen as he gives you a soft nod and a pursed smile, “super pretty.”
you stare back at peter, his hair is flared, and you see chocolate smeared on his bottom lip. his posture looks defeated and you can’t help but wonder what’s wrong with him.
you give him a sour yet confused face, “why is your face like that?”
peter’s eyebrows furrow at your expression, “my face- why is my face like what?”
“like…” you take a moment to think, “like- you look like that chef in that one movie with the rat, he’s got that same awkward funny looking face.”
peter barks out a laugh in disbelief, “alfredo linguini?? from ratatouille?!” “yea! that guy.”
the boy in front of you offers you a pout and rubs his eyes, “thanks.”
“sure thing.” peter glazes over your seamless makeup when you take a seat next to him, “so, you’re really not coming? why not? it’ll be fun, plus all of our friends are going” you whine.
peter kicks himself every day since you got asked out to homecoming by brad. he knows he should have made his proposal to you sooner, but now that he missed his chance, he feels like he’s lost you.
“oh, so brad’s our friend now? and nah, it’s alright. i’m just gonna go patrolling tonight, might get some good action.” his eyebrows suggestively
you muster up a smirk and breathe out a laugh, “right. maybe you’ll find your own ‘cupid of crime’ that’ll show you a good time.”
peter groans at you, “oh my god, margot robbie is so-”
honk!
“oh,” your ears perk up at the sudden interruption, “i guess that’s my date.” you quickly stand up and straighten your dress, taking nervous breaths.
“i’m good right? my dress? face? hair?” your fingers run through your shiny locks, “its- i’m, i’m okay?”
peter has an indiscernible look plastered on his face as he gazes out the window and back at you. he’s shocked you’d settle for this, and even more appalled at you’re excitement to go with a douchebag who can’t even meet you at the front door. he knows you deserve better than this, and he knows he would treat you so much better with much less than your date. his stomach turns upside down and he feels his face get hot, breathing through his nostrils as he struggles to control his disbelief. he slowly stands up and meets your anxious expression peering up at him.
“you aren’t gonna get in a car with a guy who honks, are you?”
it’s almost as if the entire atmosphere shifts. peter studies your appearance. your face shimmered sanguinely regardless, brighter than the glitter that sparkled atop your eyelids.
it was safe to say you were excited to go to the dance, even if your date wasn’t your first choice. you had been waiting endlessly for peter to ask you to homecoming. you were almost depressed at the thought thinking your crush didn’t like you back, but even more upset at the fact that your best friend didn’t even want to take you as his date, romantically or not.
you remembered the feeling of delight swirling through your body as betty gushed about ned asking her to the dance, and mj agreeing to harry’s proposal.
you only wanted the same for yourself. the same thrill and warm feeling of someone wanting to take you as their date. you wanted more than anything for it to be peter, but you figured he simply didn’t think of you like that as empty time and hopeless anticipation went by. so yes, you did settle for brad davis. he’s only ever been sweet to you, with harmless flirting and sultry smiles in the halls. plus you had a hunch about peter’s displeasing stance on the man, and presumed this may have tipped peter over just the right amount.
you simply blink at his desperate eyes and nod, your adamant expression not wavering, “i think, yes, i am.”
you offer him a wistful smile when you brush past him, grabbing your purse on the way.
“y/n, stop.” peter’s finger’s wrap around your small wrist, your charm bracelet dangling against his hand.
“are you serious? what, the shithead can’t walk a few feet and knock on the door like a real man?”
“peter!” you snatch your wrist back and his hands rise.
you feel heat rushing up your neck and settling behind your ears. you had wanted a reaction out of peter when brad asked you out, yes, but the entitlement he has to mention about the manhood of brad angered you.
“i’m just saying,” he steps back from you, licking his dry lips while he chuckles back at you. “a guy who doesn’t have the balls to greet you at your doorstep isn’t worth falling for.”
you scoff at him, he was so sweet and now he’s only taking his anger out on you. “well it’s a good thing that he’s just a friend then. what’s it to you anyways?”
peter disregards your last statement, “a friend?! y/n/n, listen to me. you’re being naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.”
another honk outside pierces your ears, yet you can’t seem to shake your stare on the boy before you. you narrow your eyes at him.
“you sound jealous.”
peter sputters nonsense out and breaks his eyesight away from you, nervously running his hands through his curls.
“jealous? me? pfft. never. i’m not jealous, i’m- i’m being absolutely reasonable.”
you keep your eyes on him as he looks down at the carpet floor. he sighs and drops down at your chair, scratching the wood on your desk. his head shakes and ever so softly murmurs, “seriously, why are you going out with him?”
peter continues to stare at the rotten wood he’s chipping, “brad asked me to be his date, so i’m going whether you like it or not. unless,” peter glances back up at you.
“there’s something you’re not telling me.”
hope bubbles down in your stomach, and you anticipate his confession, waiting to hear the words of his true feelings that you know for certain are deep down inside him.
except, he doesn’t.
the boy only blankly stares at your desk, clenching his jaw, and drowns everything inside, letting you down yet another time. you turn away, disappointed in peter, ready to leave him alone for all the false hope and hurt he has caused you.
“right, well, when your balls finally drop, let me know. i’ll be at the dance with my date.”
#m's clubhouse! 🎧#m writes ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･#gif creds: @watson-emma#peter parker#peter parker x y/n#mcu!peter x reader#peter parker fluff#peter parker imagine#tom!peter parker x reader#peter parker x reader#peter x reader#peter parker x you#peter parker fanfiction#spiderman x reader#spider-man#peter parker smut#peter parker blurb#peter parker oneshot#peter parker fic#tom holland#tom holland x reader#tom holland smut#tom holland peter parker#peter parker angst#peter parker writing#homecoming#marvel
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