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fatalwhims · 1 year

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i am going to ramble about Heart of the Sun Warrior into the void in hopes that someone will actually browse the tags and join me because i need to gush about this book through incoherent rambles

Wow how do I put into words how this book (and duology) made me feel?? Tan had me guessing throughout the entire book about who would be endgame. Just when you think the scale tips one way, she follows it up with a tender scene with the other boy (?? ok technically man, but we’ll affectionally say boy because they are my boys). It swung back and forth so much that tbh I got frustrated at one point and legitimately thought that Xingyin wouldn’t end up with either.

With Wenzhi’s last scene in DOTMG I had a feeling that he would be endgame. So I’m surprised that even with that feeling, I was so unsure throughout the entire book. With Xingyin + Wenzhi’s conversation before the final battle and the finality of the word “Friends” and Xingyin’s monologue: “a part of me mourning the end of something precious, that never truly had a chance to begin”, I thought that was it. I convinced myself that the “I love you” when he died was just her speaking in the moment. Yes it was a truth, but not the truth. And with Wenzhi dead I didn’t think there was any chance that she would end up with him in the end.

Unless he was reborn as a mortal. Which brings me to the ending... oh the ending. It was such a beautiful resolution. What a way to bring Wenzhi and Xingyin back together, but also involve Liwei. With his death, I thought the only way Wenzhi + Xingyin would end up together was if he was reborn as a mortal and she found him. But to have Liwei send him down so that he could regenerate his immortal self, to do this out of love for Xingyin to see her be happy...we love to see growth! And not just growth of Liwei, but also Xingyin in her decision to wait for the elixir of immorality. It’s the classic tale of an immortal falling in love with a mortal and having to watch them die and then find them again in each new life. Tbh it’s a tragic curse, but there was so much joy in Xingyin’s thoughts as she describes all the moments that they would share together, that it filled me with hope instead (that and the fact that it shouldn’t be centuries hopefully). And the resolution really comes full circle with Chang’e and Houyi’s circumstances.

My thing with love triangles is that I feel like the author can sometimes force their resolution by just writing out the one who isn't chosen by giving them less screen time. For a while I felt like that's what Tan had done. Liwei just didn't have as many opportunities as Wenzhi here to prove himself or do something for Xingyin. Wenzhi had the pivotal role of getting the scroll from his father and then casting the enchantment, which was the key part that tethered them together and allowed for the sacrifice. Liwei was imprisoned for part of the novel. Etc. Etc. But as I thought more about Wenzhi's death and how he gave his life for her and thus his crown, I realized that Liwei could have given up his crown too. Ok yeah, it's easier for Wenzhi to do that when he knows it's a choice of life or death. Maybe if Liwei was tasked with the same decision to save her, he would give up that duty as well (tbh he probably would). BUT in the aftermath, when he still wouldn’t make the choice and help her heal... when he still believed that she would be able to live there, despite how much he could sense her hurting, that was when I knew that Liwei just couldn't choose her over everything. And he admits it when they meet for the final time. I guess all this to say that, I’m glad that Liwei did have his chances and his choices and that he wasn't just written off as shitty guy.

#dotmg #hotsw #daughter of the moon goddess #heart of the sun warrior #sue lynn tan #tbh i have more thoughts but this is a little too unhinged already #also if you follow me and see this very random post on your dash #this is your sign to read this duology please lmao #celestial kingdom #*my post

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justicefanged · 8 months

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She missed him. A lot. Maybe she could have written it off as being around his brother but, even before then, even when they were still on the boat doing soapy pushups, her mind still kept returning to thoughts of Linus.

She's excited to find him too, when things have finally returned to normal. It had just been hard at first to find an excuse to approach him without coming off as too desperate. She's never been particularly great at the whole making friends thing but she's never really needed more than the little handful she had. Now that she's in Fódlan and they are not, Altena finds herself wishing she had more.

And then Lloyd finds her with a box that absolutely has some sort of creature inside and tells her to give it to Linus and she knows this is her chance. She can approach him with a reason other than the fact that she's lonely and likes him.

She wastes no time in seeking him out. On top of wanting to see him, she is quite curious about what's inside. And she said she wouldn't open it without Linus and she has always been a woman of her word. Linus is easily tracked down--he's not exactly the type of person that can fly under the radar--and her face lights up when she sees him.

"This is for you. For us, maybe? Your brother asked me to deliver it."

Supposedly, everyone that had left on that mission was back now, but fuck if Linus could find any of them! No Altena, no Lloyd, no Raven. Not a single one of them! And, boy, did he have a bone to pick with his brother once he decided to show his face! He'd been in a piss poor mood for the last month, and not being able to find the handful of people he actually got on with here was just grinding his gears even more.

He's stomping down one of the halls, coming back from some Saints forsaken lesson, and doesn't see one of the stray cats that linger around the monastery sunning itself on the pathway. His boot comes down on its tail, and the bright orange thing yowls like a demon before clawing and biting its way up his leg and then kicking off in a whirl of teeth, claws and puffed up fur.

"Well, don' fuckin' lay your mangy ass out in the walkway, ya overgrown weasel!" Linus barks down the hall, swearing up a storm as he kneels down to check out his leg. Nothing too bad, but man, those claws could really dig in when they wanted to, fuck!

It's as he's in this awkward position of fiddling with his trousers that he hears a familiar voice, his head jerking up to see Altena approaching him. Linus fumbles for a moment, trying to straighten up and fix his somewhat ripped up pant leg that absolutely had a couple of cat claws stuck in at the same time.

"Hey! What, uh--" The box was for him? Them? H u h? "Been lookin' 'round for ya, but this place is a fuckin' maze that changes layouts every day, I swear--" Wow, he was really tripping over his words here. Embarrassing as hell, but now that she's right here, in front of him -- with roses in her cheeks and this look on her face -- Linus can't really be bothered to care that he looks like a bumbling idiot right now.

"What I mean is, I fuckin' missed ya, 'Tena," he eventually blabbers out after a bit of an incoherent and overly loud ramble. "Next time you're goin' off on some excitin' adventure or whatever, ya can't leave me behind, ya got that?!"

But...the box wiggles and makes a noise, and Linus' curiosity starts to get the better of him.

"So, my brother rope you in to try an' smooth things over?" he asks, rolling his eyes but reaching for the lid of the box anyways. To his surprise, it wasn't bolted down or anything and came off easily to reveal--

"No fuckin' way...," Linus chuckles, low and breathy, sticking a hand in to pull the contents of the box out. A roly-poly, brown and black puppy squirms in his grip; sharp little puppy teeth biting into his fingers, high pitched but fierce growls joining the action. He clicks his tongue at the pup, getting its attention and freeing his fingers from its mouth.

"...Bet you weren't expectin' that," he says, tone all soft and playful as he shifts the puppy in his hands, getting a good look at him. And, yeah -- definitely a him. The pup didn't care for the inspection, making an outrageously shrill, almost honking squeal as he was handled.

"Wait, wait, fuck. I have the perfect name! 'Tena, what'cha think about--?"

#luminousrider #[I WANT TO SEE MY LITTLE BOY]#[HONK IS HERE]

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smoosnoom · 10 months

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moon moon moon moon moon!!

I can’t stop thinking abt that rb bait and your answer abt what character you associate w/ me. and while I can go on and on abt how I feel abt the Todd comparison (flattered and sobbing and shaking and-), what I’m actually referring to is “or maybe im just begging to be read idk”.

I have genuinely lost sleep just thinking abt that sentence. because maybe you are? maybe I am, and that’s why it feels so good to have it spelled out by someone else? im still not sure what the answer is, but I’ll take a fucking stab at it! (warning, this is being written after an 8 hour shift, on the back of 2 hours of sleep. vaguely incoherent rambling ahead)

let’s consider that we do make ourselves into books, pages splayed open in hopes that someone might take a second to read the scripture written there.

what’s the harm in that? that someone reads your book and doesn’t like it? that one day, someone will come along and read with fervor? delicately turning each page to get even the tiniest details of you tucked into the back of their mind?

to be read, it’s something good I think. if you choose it to be. if you do, in fact, want to be read.

and if you do, I think that’s great. I also think it’s a human trait. something we can all relate to at one point or another. whether you want to be deeply understood by one singular person, or understood by a group, to foster a sense of community. it’s so undeniably human to want connection and understanding and love.

something I think we have to acknowledge as well is the fact that you’re an artist. as an artist myself, I feel emboldened to say that all art is, is a means of connection. it’s saying, “yes, this is me. this is how I feel. this is how I love and how I hate. do you feel like this too? am I alone?” it’s a plea. “tell me I’m not alone”, and you aren’t. somewhere, at sometime, there will be someone who takes your art (be it a book, a painting, a song, etc.) and understands. understands the weight, the gravity, of your feelings so wholly that it takes them aback.

and hey, do you remember that photoset you rebloged abt Ethan Hawke? the one where he’s talking abt poetry? abt how art isn’t a luxury, but rather that it’s sustenance? these things we consume, that make you feel like we’re not so alone, that’s what makes us so, so human.

so do you want to be read? do I? probably. but who’s to say that’s a bad thing?

u know what elijah in those tags i also mentioned u are definitely the introspective thoughtful type and u HAVE COME TO PROVE ME RIGHT 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳

"and that’s why it feels so good to have it spelled out by someone else" yes !!!!! that kind of thing where u just want to know how someone else sees u !!!!!! maybe in the fact that my sense of self is as firm standing as a boiled piece of spaghetti fluttering in the wind but . when people let me know their perception of me Oh a shot to the heart !

i think it maybe ties into that terrible human want to be seen and understood . sure its one thing to be noticed but another to be known, and i think taking the time to Read someone is all the more mortifying but i think its also because of that swinging pendulum of whether or not itll come to heal or haunt u, right ? yes yes i think so

also the mentioning of being an artist, ohh that reminds me so much of this one quote !!! i read it in passing and it goes along the lines of "shame is the opposite of art" and u know what . i think that somehow relates because sure theres this embarrassment at being seen but also the hope that someone else sees what u've made and goes Wow me too !

elijah of course i remember it i think about that photoset any time i open a book or reblog some art or share a poem !!!!!!!! of course i do

thank u for dropping this entire ordeal onto me, it gave me lots to think about :) i was very inspired !

#yes ive written thisrpely month and months ago #but i have finished the fic #so here u go elijah #/ask

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blackberryjqm · 3 years

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so. the newsreader ended like that. this post will contain spoilers for whole the newsreader series, so don’t read unless you’re all caught up!

warning: this post is basically me incoherently trying to explain stuff about the characters. I have thoughts in my head but they get written down funny! sorry!

characters

dale - i have a lot of mixed feelings about dale. sometimes i think, ugh dale has the personality of sliced bread, but sometimes i think that i quite probably like him. i think the writers did a good job with his character, making him likeable enough to keep it interesting but to still have flaws and things he needs to work through. the first few episodes i was thinking, wow he’s kind of just like your every other straight white guy and i was kind of bored, but then episode four! episode four! (when they first went into the bar i was thinking that it was very homoerotic for someone who was supposed to be straight, but then they started making out, so). the aids crisis hit australia at a very convenient time in his life. in the final episode, i very much enjoyed/hated the scene where tim came to visit him at home. very well done !! all in all, i think dale is a well rounded character and it was very brave of him to tell helen the truth! (but, i’m still kind of mad at him because he was a dick to tim, but whatever)

helen - i love helen, but i did feel that her storyline was kind of overshadowed by dale’s, so if there were to be a second season…? before i get all rambly, i just want to state that anna torv is an incredible actor! especially in the halley’s comet episode, when she went from crying to straight faced in a matter of seconds. i would love to know more about her history and her struggles with drugs. i felt that though these parts of her story kind of got forgotten about a bit, by the end of it. well done to helen for being so understanding in the final episode. i didn’t really like helen and dale together throughout the series, but the scene right before they go to the desk, in the computer room, where dale opens up made me appreciate her more. i love helen norville !! if i could change one thing, i would make it so that her story focused a little less about dale, and a little more on her own problems.

tim - i love gay tim from camera! my favourite character! deserved so much better. the very first episode, i saw his haircut and his funky moustache and went “him. yes, i like him.” and I was right! he tried so hard throughout the show (i’m sorry dale is so stupid) and got so little back. tim had lots of good scenes, but especially the scene in the final episode when he goes to dale’s house. this scene made me cry. he is so considerate and thoughtful and constantly nice to dale, even when he’s being a prick to him. i can’t believe he quit his job! i just want him to be happy!!

rob - himbo himbo himbo. i literally couldn’t tell you anything about rob except that he’s dumb and i love him. did he have much of a character arc? no. but did he run all the way back to the station just to get noelene’s story through? yes. i hate his haircut and everything he stands for (football) but he is sweet and likes noelene a lot, so <3.

noelene - i want to kiss noelene!! noelene is the light of my life and she deserves everything. i don’t have that much to say about noelene as she didn’t have too much screen time, but i just thought you guys should know how much i love her. noelene gives up so much of her time and works so hard for her job only to be treated like shit so early episodes dennis and lindsay, i am going to beat your asses. this isn’t very interesting or intelligent, but i want to steal her clothes. okay, that’s all!!

geoff - I HATE GEOFF! yucky yucky man. should’ve died when you had your stupid heart attack. geoff is a prick and i despise him with my whole heart. he’s so pretentious, too, like he’s retirement age and when he gets fired he has to go and complain to another newspaper about it? baby. just sit and eat your dinner that your girlboss wife made for you and shut up.

thoughts for a (hypothetical) season two

so, i really, really don’t want to get my hopes up about a second season, but if there was to be one, these are the kind of things i’d like to see:

more information about helen’s family situation. we met helen’s sister a couple of times and learnt that she was put in a mental hospital when she was sixteen, presumably by her father. i would like to learn more about how that happened and why.

i would also like to see some more about helen’s struggle with drugs. this was shown to us multiple times, but it was never really discussed or anywhere near resolved.

helen and dale’s relationship is going to need quite a bit of work. i hope that they can work through their issues in a second season.

how helen and dale go sharing the desk/dealing with their personal and professional relationships.

more noelene and rob content!

more tim! it will be really interesting to see where his storyline goes now that he’s quit his job. i want him to be happy!

the fallout of geoff going to the press about his firing.

if any of you guys would like to discuss anything about this show send me a message or an ask! i’d love to get to know the seven people of the newsreader fandom!

#eek long post #sophie nonsense-ly explains stuff #the newsreader

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do-y0u-have-to-let-it-linger · 3 years

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hi!!! can i get an x-men shift please? i’m bi (but hetero leaning) and use she/her pronouns. i’m a sagittarius, INTP, and am super into pop culture, movies tv shows music stuff like that. i’m an introvert, pretty shy at first but once you get to know me i’m pretty funny and kinda an asshole. i’m 5’7”, plus size and curvy, with longish wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and wear black glasses. i dress pretty comfy, jeans and t-shirts, sweatshirts, but i also have a leather jacket when i want to look more put together. mostly wear vans and converse. i love taylor swift, star wars, and all the superhero movies out there. i honestly don’t know what my mutation would be, i’ve never found one that fits right i guess. can’t wait to see who i’m paired with! love your blog, and thank you :)

I ship you with Peter Maximoff!

Warning: ✨contains swear words, mentions of being high, and grammatical errors probably✨

Peter is the type of person who thinks of bold and outrageous plans, but is horrible at executing them.

This is especially apparent now that he is part of the X-Men, because of the high stakes that often come hand and hand with these plans.

Yet at this moment, standing in front of you, attempting to respond to your simple and reasonable question, he feels as though the stakes of this plan are higher than any other he has previously made.

You and Peter were very close, most of you X-Men were. Shared trauma bonded you all like a family. So you were very comfortable around each other, like the: "We literally laugh at each other's farts and say 'love ya!' When one of us leaves a room." comfortable, so it concerned you that he seemed so nervous. You repeated your, as previously stated, simple and reasonable question.

"Peter, what the fuck."

You were mid-way through Empire Strikes Back when he first appeared, standing in front of the TV. Generally, when someone is watching a movie alone with the volume level barely audible, at 2 AM in the morning, they do not expect to be interrupted, but there he was. Interrupting you.

So you had asked him if he wanted to watch the movie with you and he said no.

Then you asked him if something was wrong and he said no.

But after he had stood in front of the television long enough for you to have paused the movie, you had come to the conclusion that he was messing with you. Hence the two "what the fuck"s.

He finally responded, seemly returning to his body after his brain's small vacation to who knows where.

"I need to talk to you about something important, and I wanted it to go a certain way but that way never actually happens so I'm doing it another way." Well, that was even more incoherent than his usual sentences.

"Wait- are you high again?"

"No! No. Well, maybe a little- but that's not the point."

"Sure, now what's going on."

"We're like... technically co-workers because of us being X-Men and shit, right?"

"If Bat-Man and Robin are co-workers, then yes."

"Don't be self-deprecating, you're way cooler than a silly side-kick."

You raised your eyebrows at him, "I wasn't Robin in that analogy, but thank you."

"Wait, I'm Robin?"

"You are a grown man who just used the world silly un-ironically, and I feel like that's something Robin would do. Just to clarify I don't know shit about Bat-man."

"Hey I'm barely a grown man- I'm not 25 yet, that would entail being a grown man, and I've got time 'till then! Anyway, stop going off-topic."

"Then move on from being weirdly defensive about being an adult in the eyes of the state."

"Touché. So, we're co-workers."

"Correct. What's the point."

"That's a problem."

"Why?"

"Well, ok this needs to be prefaced so consider this me shushing you in a respectful and not sexist way. You have been shushed."

"...Ok?"

"Shh! Now I get to ramble. So you know movies?" He gestured towards the school's collection of movies that sat next to the tv, and you nodded confused. "So in these movies, things happen certain ways, but those certain ways seem just as scary as the opposite of those ways." Yeah, he was totally high. "So, wow I'm starting so many sentences with the word 'so'. Anyway- I want to tell you something but I don't want it to be like a movie but I don't want it to be like not in a movie either. So I just want to say it then leave. Like- I'm going to run after I say it. Is that okay? You are temporarily un-shushed."

"If you're dying it's not, but if it's basically anything else then yeah. Go for it, you speedy coward."

"Cool. I mean- the nickname hurt but cool. Cool." He looked at you for a second. "Can you like... turn around?"

"Turn around?"

He now acknowledged that that was an odd thing to ask. "...Yeah. Is that dumb?"

"No, no, I'll turn around." To lighten the awkward mood, you made a joke. "A reasonable price for your terrible secrets to be revealed to me." It was not a very funny joke, but you tried your best and earned a (pity) scoff from him.

You were now both sitting criscrossed on the couch, facing the same direction. You were staring at a wall you found very uninteresting, and he was staring at the back of the head belonging to a person he found very interesting.

"So- basically I think you're... pretty..." He said the word intending to add another adjective after it, like 'cool', but he decided against it because that would be stupid. "And I have this problem where when I figure out I want to, quote-unquote, date someone, which is a gross word, by the way, I'm always friends with them. That means it has to be this dramatic thing. But I don't want it to be! You know? I just want to tell you that I have a stupid crush on you like a normal person. And- that's why I suddenly started hating training, because who likes to see people they want to smooch almost fake die, huh? No one! That's who! And I want to explain why I like you, but whenever I talk to Wanda about you, I always end up describing you the way a first grader describes their crush! Like: she's pwetty and smawt or whatever but that's fuckin' dumb. I guess that makes sense because I don't have crushes on people ever, and I barely dated in school, so I have no idea how to do this and I just want to pass you one of those 'hey, do you like me?!' notes with the fuckin' checkmarks!! And I am an adult person who is kind of afraid of kissing! What?!? Also, I don't have abs like Scott! Or boobs, and I know you like people with or without boobs and boobs are great! Also, to backtrack, don't think that I think you would go for Scott, even though if you were to, I would be supportive of you, but also sad because I would prefer if you went for me! So I want to be normal. Normal like the people in movies who meet someone cute and ask them out and not like the movies with the big stupid confessions. Trust me, if I had noticed that I whatever you like a year ago, I would have asked you out! Well no I wouldn't of because I would be too afraid to talk to you. But anyway I made you this," He reached around you and handed you a folded-up note. "Don't open it until I run away, but just leave it here with your response. If you check no, I bet if we paid Jean enough money she would erase this interaction from our brains. I only have seven dollars but I'm betting on a 'friends and family' discount. But.. if you say yes, I can ask you out like a dick in a movie, knowing you'll say yes because I am a speedy coward. I want you to call me a speedy coward when I do cowardly shit speedily, then do this cute thing where you'd be like 'but you're my speedy coward''. Anyway, I'm going to leave now. Love ya, but in the way we always said it beforehand, not in a dramatic confession way. Sorry I delved into my childhood there. Bye." You felt him awkwardly pat your back.

There was a gust of wind that ruffled your hair, and you knew he had run away.

You lifted the note up, mind empty, still processing everything he had rambled to you, and started carefully unfolding it.

It was one of his previously mentioned "Do you like me?" notes.

You willed yourself not to straight-up giggle like a 12-year-old at his note. It was messily written, and clearly on the back of a mission briefing.

Shit, you didn't have a pen. You looked under the couch cushions but there was no form of a writing utensil in sight! The audacity.

You knew Peter well enough to know that he was probably not too far away, waiting for the result of his question and trying not to spy.

"Hey... uh... Peter? I don't have a pen."

Peter hit his forehead with his hand, where the fuck was he going to get a pen? It's not like he owned pens that were actually in a designated spot! How ridiculous would that be, who did he look like, Charles? Charles! Charles has pens in designated pen places!

So Peter ran into the headmaster's office and found a pen. He wrote a small note stating that he borrowed a pen and that he would return it. Looking at the note Peter found it did not fully encapsulate the desperate need for the pen. The note ended up something like this:

Hey Charles! It's Peter! I took borrowed a pen because a very serious situation manner situation has arised. arisen. From, Peter. You can't get mad at me because if you could legally marry my dad you would be married and I would basically be your step son! Thanks half dad!

He thought the addition of the 'step' in stepson effectively hid the fact that Charles was a father figure of his. What was he doing here again? The serious manner!

In an instant of you telling Peter that you did not have a pen, one appeared.

"Thank you!"

You checked the yes box, but had a want to write something adorable. You couldn't think of anything so you just wrote "This was weird." under your checkmark. Well played.

You entertained the idea of resuming your movie but decided against it, you thought it would be more dramatic if you left the room.

The minute you made your exit Peter sprinted into the room. He opened your note, jumped, pumped his fist in the air, realized that was nerdy, and tried to make a cool pose to recover.

Now he just had to figure out how the fuck he was going to ask you out.

#me 🤝 juxtaposing fancy words with words like stupid and cool and nice because i think it's funny #the muse has been gone for a few days so i hope this is good #screw you muse i'm writing anyway!#peter maximoff x reader #ship request #the ending is weird and the pacing is off but ily so forgive me

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fancymuffinparty · 5 years

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Just Say You Feel the Way That I Feel...

Rating: T; for suggestive themes and eating cake wayyyyy too fast

Pairing: Mikasa Ackerman x Annie Leonhart, Mikannie

Summary: For Day Three of Annie Week 2k19! (Modern AU) @annieweek

Prompt based on this post.

Annie needs a fake-fiance to try wedding cake samples and Mikasa’s cute and not really doing anything sooooooo...

Word Count: 1769

A/N: My first tumblr-exclusive one-shot of 2019! :O Ahhhh! I guess this coulda worked for Day One Sweets, but it’s a modern AU too so we’ll go with that! :)

Quick shout-out to Mikannie discord peeps that I haven’t chatted with in forever but i love y’all and HERE’S THE FIC I MENTIONED MONTHS AGO!!! :’D oof

*Title inspired by this song I heard at a wedding and was like-

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“Be my fiancé,” Annie declares as she saunters into the room.

“Your… what?” Mikasa freezes, her coffee cup halfway to her lips.

“Only for like an hour tops,” Annie says. Her eyes are glued to her phone, focused on whatever email or text she’s answering.

“You know it’s me you’re talking to, right?” Mikasa queries, wondering which episode of the Twilight Zone this whole fiasco is supposed to be.

“Look, there’s this amazing baker that’s been written up in the Stohess Times,” Annie explains. “The reviews claim the cakes are out of this world. I guess he’s famous in his hometown or something. Thing is he only does wedding cakes… So we’re sampling them in like twenty minutes.”

Annie mumbles something to the effect of ‘Booked it!’ after shoving her phone in her pocket, then orders: “Get your coat. We gotta go now or we’ll be stuck in traffic.”

Mikasa can’t fathom a response to the blonde’s rambling, merely staring at her as if she’d missed some sort of punchline.

“You like cake, right?” Annie asks, her brows furrowed.

“Well yeah,” Mikasa replies, still unconvinced. “But why are you asking me?”

“Because you’re here and clearly you’re not doing anything,” Annie says, slipping on her jacket. “This was also the only appointment I could squeeze us in. They’re pretty booked.”

“Why don’t you just buy one?” Mikasa asks.

“Buy a wedding cake? For myself? What do I look like? A crazy person?” Annie scoffs, grabbing her car keys.

Mikasa doesn’t have the energy to put up any more resistance, though she desperately wants to point out that Annie’s practically a monster for sweets and therefore if the blonde were to buy an entire wedding cake for herself, she doubts anyone would be the least bit shocked.

Accepting the circumstances for what they are, Mikasa simply shrugs, grabs her coat, and follows Annie out the door. They’re about to hop inside her car when she suddenly remembers the next phase of her plan.

“Almost forgot,” Annie says, handing Mikasa a silver ring. “Might wanna slip this on.”

“Seriously? This might be too far- even for you,” Mikasa mutters, tentatively easing the ring on. After settling themselves in the car, however, she can’t help but admire the subtle gleam of it. “It’s almost an exact replica of yours,” she notes.

Annie nods, half-smiling. “It looks good on you, Ackerman.”

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The trip is mostly silent. When her curiosity gets the best of her, Mikasa googles the famous baker they’re due to meet in but a few minutes. He’s a friendly-looking fellow named Nikolo from the Marley metropolis. The cakes are gorgeous and she admires the artistic quality to them. No wonder Annie had been so insistent.

Mikasa sighs and rests her head against the backrest of the passenger seat. She gets a bit carried away with her thoughts, allowing herself to imagine what it would be like if this was her reality. What if she and Annie were engaged? What if they really were going to pick out a wedding cake? What if the ring she’s wearing meant more than simply putting on a show? (For free food, of all things…)

But she quickly locks those thoughts back to the darkest corner of her mind where they belong and tries to focus on enjoying the day with her newly acquired fake fiancé.

“Okay, looks like we’re here. Let’s go, dear.” Annie’s out of the car before Mikasa can make an objection to the pet name.

They quickly walk into the bakery where they’re immediately engulfed in the sweet smell of sugar. Annie feels right at home.

“Hello! Welcome!” A tall, slim man greets the duo after they’ve entered the establishment. He introduces himself politely and shakes their hands, to which Annie offers the same in return.

“Wonderful to meet you, Nikolo,” the blonde says. “And thank you for fitting us in. We’re aware of how busy you are.” Without using so much as eye-contact as some sort of unspoken cue, she reaches for Mikasa’s hand, holding it ever-so gently and continues with, “This is my fiancé, Mikasa Ackerman. Soon to be Mrs. Leonhart.”

A blush flashes across Mikasa’s cheeks, enflaming the bridge of her nose. Yet somehow, she manages to keep up with the charade, inserting herself into the exchange.

“Thanks for having us,” she chimes in quickly. “My fiancé practically worships sweets and from what we’ve read online, you’re the go-to guy for wedding cakes.”

Nikolo accepts the compliment, albeit modestly. “I’m honored,” he says with a coy smile. “Now please. If you’ll just follow me…” He makes a civil gesture before leading them into a small room away from the show floor.

There’s a small table embellished with innumerable slices of cake, each looking like a uniquely hand-crafted work of fine art almost too pretty to eat.

Almost.

“So, there are many different styles as you can see,” Nikolo explains. “We have the chocolate delight, the raspberry white dream, the red velvet luxury, the lemon supreme, and of course, the classic buttercream vanilla. Please, feel free to taste and try them all, let me know what you think. I’ll leave you to it.” He quietly exits the room, closing the door behind them to offer his guests some privacy.

“…Wow,” Mikasa whispers in awe, still marveling at the decorative array of sweets.

“Still think my idea’s insane, Ackerman?” Annie quips.

“Most definitely,” Mikasa replies without missing a beat. “But this is going to be totally worth it.”

“Well come on then. We don’t have all day.” Annie hurries to the table and sits down, eyes locked on the slice of the white raspberry dream. Before Mikasa can even pull up a seat next to her, the blonde has already devoured half of the slice.

“Mikasa, you need to try this,” Annie manages in between chewing. She lets out a tiny moan, a sound that is practically sinful.

Mikasa rushes to sit down when she sees Annie shove another bite into her mouth.

“Hey now, slow it down there, Annie,” Mikasa warns, eyeing the blonde with a slightly judgmental look. “It’s not going anywhere.”

“Not my fault you can’t keep up,” Annie sasses back, cake still stuffed in her mouth.

“As your fiancé, I demand you-” Mikasa is unable to finish as Annie quickly shoves a piece of cake into her mouth, using the extra fork on the table.

“Mmmmph!” Mikasa grumbles incoherently at first but as soon as the burst of heavenly flavors overwhelm her senses, she’s practically fallen in love.

“How was that, darlin’?” Annie asks. Taunts, really.

“You’re cruel,” Mikasa replies, eyes rolling to the back of her head. “I need more.”

“Mmmm, that’s what I thought,” Annie drawls. “Maybe if you ask nicely.”

Mikasa huffs and reaches for a different slice of cake. Appears to the be the Lemon Supreme. Her mouth is instantly watering.

“Or I can help myself to this gorgeous specimen,” she asserts.

Annie gobbles down the rest of her own slice, feigning indifference. “Suit yourself.”

She scoops up a hefty serving of the red velvet luxury cake and devours the morsel in predatory fashion. Mikasa finds the blonde’s feistiness rather amusing.

“You oughtta savor the taste, Annie,” she suggests, chewing her next bite slowly. “You’re eating way too fast.”

Annie waves her off, cheeks stuffed to the max. “Believe me, I am thoroughly enjoying this experience.”

Mikasa heaves a sigh and shrugs, stealing a small bite of the red velvet luxury.

Oh, yes, she thinks, cherishing every beautiful second of this passionate moment.

This one’s her favorite.

“You’re making that face,” Annie says abruptly, interrupting her thoughts. “You like that one?”

Mikasa quirks a brow. “What? What face?”

“The ‘Mikasa face of approval’,” Annie replies, smirking. “No need to get all self-conscious about it. It’s cute.”

“Cute?” Mikasa’s chewing picks up, as does the frantic beat of her heart.

Annie’s still admiring her fake fiancé’s bashful expression, until she notices the small crumbs and frosting smeared at the corner of her mouth.

“You got something on your…” Annie points the mess out, to which Mikasa merely tilts her head, questioning.

“I got cake on my face or what?” Mikasa asks, setting aside her fork.

Annie nods, a smug expression adorning her face. “Mmmhmmm.”

Mikasa looks away, slightly embarrassed. Before she can grab a napkin and wipe the crumbs and frosting off, Annie reaches for her face, hand caressing her cheek tenderly.

“Here, let me help,” she says softly. And she slowly leans in.

Mikasa stalls, the anticipation looming over her as Annie eases closer and closer. The blonde gently draws her tongue over the smeared frosting, then merges their mouths together in a sweet kiss; innocent yet so deliberate.

Annie pulls away, but only slightly. “I think I got it.”

Mikasa’s breathing is hitched. “Is a… second helping possible?”

“Oh?” Annie hums. “You mean the red velvet or… do you want me to kiss you again?”

Mikasa’s just about had it with Annie’s sass, so without warning she slips her arms around her waist and pulls the blonde in closer. Their lips meet again, this time in a deeper kiss.

She can still taste the lingering presence of red velvet with every curious graze of her tongue.

“Oh, my! I am so sorry to interrupt!” Nikolo stammers as he walks into the room, wondering if he should just tiptoe out and pretend he didn’t witness their passionate makeout session. “Ummm… Just wanted to see if you two were doing all right.”

From the looks of it, it seems to be going very well.

The two pull away from each other, like shy bashful lovers. “We’re doing fine. Thank you,” Annie replies, clearing her throat.

“Everything tastes wonderful,” Mikasa adds politely.

“Perfect! Well let me know if you need anything.” Nikolo forces a smile, preparing to scurry away in humiliation.

“Actually, can we order the red velvet luxury?” Annie requests. “She really likes this one.” She shoots Mikasa a wink before interlocking their hands together.

“Of course!” Nikolo replies. “I’ll be right back with the order forms.” He excuses himself with a bow and promptly leaves the lovebirds to their own devices.

“Really, Annie?” Mikasa chuckles. “You’re really going to buy the whole cake?”

Annie’s gaze lingers to their joined hands and matching rings. Her little scheme to get her crush to try free wedding cake samples has seemingly rewarded her with the best of both worlds.

She keeps that to herself, of course.

“Why yes,” Annie replies warmly. “Only the best for my fiancé.”

#annieweek2019 #mikannie #mywriting #hahahahah canon? i don't know her :'d #wow i have so many writing projects #i'm glad i was finally able to get this one ready for annie week tho! :o #shout out to rinky <3 #you're like... my mikannie muse tbh #idk if this will show up in the tags but mehhh it is what it is :/#day 3: modern au

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a-black-pegasus · 5 years

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Written Love

Part 1

Because Tony Stark deserves love and here it is. Soulmate Au with Tony Stark and borrower Reader

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Tony wrote out an equation on his forearm. Only about two years ago did his "sign" come up, signaling that the freaking universe has suddenly decided he was allowed to have a soulmate.

Yay.

The thing with soulmates was not everyone had one. You never knew knew when, or if a sign would show up on you, or not. People said that if they did appear, that it meant you were destined for something special.

But lots of people who didn't have a sign accomplished amazing things all the time! And up until recently tony had thought he was one of those signless greats.

The pattern on his wrist seemed to scream the opposite. It was a vine, twisted around a needle layed on what could only be his arc reactor.

Whatever, a sign didn't make you anymore special than anyone else. Save for one small thing....

As he wrote out a formula for one of his smaller, more public projects on his arm, question marks began showing up. His soulmate, whoever they were, never had a single clue as to what his notes meant!

Stark loved it! He loved the idea that someone, somewhere was staring down at their arm completely baffled at the meaning of his notes.

He laughed out loud, and grinned. "Well, not everyone can be a genius." Tony shrugged.

The thing with soulmates was that once the sign showed up, whatever you drew on your skin showed up on the other person in the same location, and his soulmate was an artist! They had to be, judging by the things they drew. Flowers from odd perspectives, millions of dotted stars in a few inches of skin, smooth swirls that slowly transformed into cats or birds as he watched...he had to wonder if they were maybe a tattoo artist.

"Love you..." He murmered as he wrote it out on the back of his hand.

He waited a few minutes, and then words came up! Excitedly, he lifted his hand higher, and waited for the message to fully appear.

"...You think you do."

Tony frowned, and wrote back. 'Of course I do, I would even more so, if you told me where you were.' He scribbled out with a black marker.

'...I can't. I'm sorry.'

'Why do you always say that? Why not?' Tony wrote back, a weight growing in his chest.

It was several moments before more words came up, Tony almost thought he had annoyed them away— but then...

'Because it's for the best, and I don't want to talk about it'

Tony wrote back quickly, not wanting them to leave. 'Ok ok, we don't have to talk about it'

Sometimes if Tony pressed the issue to hard, it would be weeks before he heard from them again.

More words showed up. 'Thank you. I'll talk to you later, I have to go.'

He sighed, 'Alright.' and drew a messy wrench. Within seconds, a pine tree grew besides it. At least this means they weren't annoyed.

His father, his grandfather—hell, even his great grandfather, none of them had soulmates; but he did! It was incredible, and amazing! If only he could see, or talk to them face to face. He would just have to be patient.

One day he would find them.

***

You sighed as you read the writing, and finished up drawing your pine tree. Your soulmate was a human! It was almost unbelievable.

Within days of your mark showing up, enough words and equations to fill a book had spread over your body! It was ridiculous! Numbers wound around your arms, and comments spread down your legs, questions dotted around your torso— even a few doodles covered your face!

(You quickly, and rather irritatedly put a limit on where he could write after that)

What gave it away were the words he wrote. They were things only a human would ask.

'Whats your number? Did you go to college? Whats your favorite type of coffee? Do you like the beach? Did you see the new movie trailer for Jurassic world? Hey, wanna meet up and go biking?

His name was Tony. No last name, just Tony apparently. He seemed to be a math teacher, or some sort of engineer if the math jumbles scrawled out on your arms were anything to go by.

You almost wished you could meet up, just to see what he looked like, but the best you would have to settle for would be writing or drawing to him.

You had to admit you were getting good at it. You had never been a big talker, so you tried to put some effort into your scribbles. It was mostly just flowers, stars, or animals you escaped from on an almost weekly basis.

But putting that aside, It was time to borrow some much needed things; Having recently moved indoors due to the coming cold seasons, you needed to make stores of things like food, water, and bedding. Really anything you could get your hands on.

As you exited the hole, you looked around to check if the coast was clear. Hopefully this place would have fewer animals than outside.

Once you deemed the room clear, you ran out from the wall. The hard wood floor felt alien against your bare feet, and without the grass to offer cover you couldn't help but feel exposed, as if you were already seen.

Suddenly the very ground rumbled. Stumbling, you whipped your head around to look for the source. The ground never shook outside! Unless their was....

A human!

The smooth floor trembled more than any dirt ground! It was a struggle just to make it under the couch in time. Once there you let out a sigh of relief.

You were safe!

***

Tony's jaw dropped.

Had he really just seen....? No. He couldn't have! Could he? Clearing his throat Tony spoke.

"Um,... Friday. Am I drunk? Or did I really just see a tiny person running under the couch?" It was a bit early in the day, but hey! There were worst things he had done.

"Yes boss" Friday confirmed. "Do you want me to replay you the security footage on your tablet?"

"Huh, and they say seeing is believing." Stark waved his hand. "Ah no. No that's not necessary." He said, stepping over to the couch. Getting on his hands and knees with a sigh he looked underneath.

"Whoa..."

***

You shrieked, and reeled back. His face filled up the space in front of you. You drew your needle.

"Stay back!" You demanded shakily. "I'm warning you don't come any—Ah!"

His arm reached out, and grabbed you! You plunged the needle into his knuckle, but he didn't let go.

He gasped in slight pain, and winced. Standing to his feet he went over to a bar, and grabbed a cup. You could tell where this was going.

"N-no...No! Pl-please!" You cried.

"Calm down." He said putting you down. You scrambled to run away, and slammed into glass after only a few steps.

"Look," he grunted, pulling out the needle. "I'm gonna go make sure this doesn't get infected, and then uh... we'll talk. Name's Stark by the way. Tony Stark. Welcome to my house." He said sarcastically before putting a heavy ceramic bowl on top of the cup, and leaving you alone.

***

"No...no, no no no no!"

Tell leaked out of the corner of your eyes as you slumped against the glass. You curled your legs up tightly as you waited.

On your hand words formed.

'You'll never guess what happened. I just got stabbed with a needle!'

You could have laughed at the irony. Digging around in your bag, you took out a felt marker tip, and unwrapped it.

Rolling up your sleeve, you wrote. 'Wow, I literally just ran into Tony Stark' You waited for him to write back 'haha' or 'seriously?' To which you would have replied that you were just kidding, but that's not what happened.

Instead, Tony Stark came running back into the room, and slid to a stop in front of you. Wiping away your tears, you shoved your marker back into the bag.

"Show me your arm." He demanded.

You quickly rolled your sleeve back down rebelliously. "Why?"

Tony moved the bowl off the cup, and lifted the cup. You toppled back, but before you could even stand to your feet, Tony pushed you down flat against the counter with his fingers. Holding your arms out on each side as you struggled, he pushed your sleeves back.

"L-let me go!" You nearly screamed, trembling. What did he want? What was he doing?

Imediately his eyes widened as he read the tiny words on your arm, and saw the tree. Letting you go, he backed up, and ran his hands through his hair, mumbling under his breath.

You pushed yourself back till you bumped into the small counter rise. Frantically you looked for an escape as Stark rambled incoherently to himself.

After some moments he turned to look at you. "It's you..." Tony said loud enough for you to hear.

"M-me?" You stuttered.

Tony's hand darted out, and wrapped around you, bringing you closer to his face. You threw your hands up to protect your head only to feel something soft and somewhat prickly pressed against your side briefly.

Cracking your eyes open you saw his lips, and a peppered beard....did he kiss you?!

"I can't believe it! You're my soulmate.... you're... It's you!" He said absolutely ecstatic.

You flinched at his loud voice. "Wh-at? No. Not you! I..." Your voice trembled. This couldn't, not him! A million thoughts raced through your head of the things he could do to you for money, more fame, or I the name of science.

Tony couldn't keep the hurt from his eyes. "Not me?" He thought. Then he saw your face, you weren't just shocked or surprised, you were terrified.

Of him.

Gently, he set you back down, and let you step back. "I... I'm sorry, I just.. I just had to see if, and then you were— and I was so happy to finally meet you. Your Y/N right?"

You nodded. You had given your name on a whim way back, and now you wished you hadn't. "What now?" You questioned wrapping your arms around yourself protectively.

"What now? Er... Well." Tony scratched his beard. "Well now I, I can make you a place to stay if you want...where do you even live?"

Shuddering, you shook your head ignoring his question. You didn't want this. You didn't want to be some prisoner or pet.

"What? Well, well what do you want to do?" Stark asked.

"I..." You bit your lip. How were you going to escape? "I'm hungry." You lied. The last thing you wanted was food, you didn't even know if you could stomach it right now, but it was all you could come up with.

"Food?" Tony tilted his head. "...Yeah, yeah of course. I can do that. What do you want? Chinese, pizza, I can get you whatever you want. Anything at all."

"Do..." You had to think about it, a way to gethim to leave. "I saw someone making soup or something... It smelled good. C-can I have—"

"Yeah of course!" Stark cut off. "That was Happy's chili. But I warn you." He said with a slight chuckle. "It has some kick. You sure you want some?" Tony saw your quick nod. "Right. I'll be right back."

As soon as he left the room you took out your hook, and began climbing down. He was still gone when your feet hit the floor, and as you ran back to the hole.

Free! You were free! And you were never going to see Tony again if you had anything to say about it!

***

When tony came back with a small bowl of steaming chili, you were gone. Completely disaperared!

A stone settled in his chest. They left him.

Wiping his eyes he took a breath. He had only himself to blame after everything he did. Of course they would want to run.

Guilt and fear racked him. Did the universe make a mistake? Was he not compatible with them? No. He had seen the mark on their wrist, and the words on their arms. It was the same as his.

He could find them, He would just have to be patient for a little longer.

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#g/t writing #g/t #giant tiny #tiny #marvel writing #marvel #soulmate au #soulmate #(y/n)

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arachnaboy · 6 years

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hmmmm, do you think you could write something about peter impressing tony? like Tony's trying to do something or other and he's stuck and peter helps him? idk

Hell yes!! I love it when Peter does something and Tony is hella impressed and he’s all like god damn this kid is a genius (I had to rewatch some iron man and civil war scenes because I’m a complete dumbass in the science field and I had to brainstorm some sciencey stuff but I also realized that tony isn’t the smartest tool when it comes to security software breaching (like that one scene in Avengers 2 where him and banner tried to create ultron) and Peter seems to know a thing or two about computers so idk look I’m trying my best to make this as realistic as possible I don’t know what I’m saying 50% of the time but I hope it makes sense?) BUT OK IM RAMBLING I HOPE YOU ENJOY ANON—-

“Friday run another diagnostic on the security software. I need to know what’s keeping the firewall from collapsing. There has to be some kind of detail in the pattern I’m missing”, Tony commands the A.I, taking a sip of his 4th mug of coffee this morning.

“The same results appear. I really don’t think you should be focusing on the interior structure. There has to be an algorithm in the coding” Friday suggests.

“Nu-uh. I do the thinking” Tony sasses Friday. “I almost cracked it last time I just need to retrace my steps” Tony turns around in his swivel chair to face his monitor screens, typing away some calculations.

“This doesn’t make sense”, Tony mumbles to no one in particular and sighing.

“What doesn’t make sense?” Peter pipes up behind him, startling Tony. “Oh Jesus Christ kid” Tony puts a hand on his heart, his face getting a bit paler. “One of these days you’re going to put me in cardiac arrest”, he says letting out a shaky breath. Peter mumbles a quiet sorry, remembering Tony’s previous lecture on ‘sneaking around and scaring the living daylight out of him’.

“When did you get here anyway?” Tony stands up from his chair and stretches his arms. “I actually just came in but you didn’t hear me. You seemed really focused on something”, Peter replies, placing his backpack down on the floor.

“Yeah well its not working out too well. Damn files are encrypted with codes out of this universe or something”, Tony grumbles.

“What are these files for?” Peter asks and takes a look at the screen that has all of Tony’s calculations. “Hey woah these files are-”

“Yep I know. Terabytes worth of HYDRA files and documents from when S.H.I.E.L.D leaked all their secrets to the public” Tony finishes for Peter. “Zemo was able to get his hands on them and was able to decrypt all the files and extracted enough information to drive ourselves to a war” Tony rambles on, his voice faltering at the end of his sentence. It seemed like whenever Tony remembered the events of the Civil War he got bombarded with the feelings of sadness and guilt all over again.

Peter concentrates on the monitor, going over the digits and fields of data that would most likely translate to gibberish to the eyes of people who are inexperienced with computer coding.

“Anyways kiddo settle your stuff, I’m going to take a shower and freshen up a little. Won’t take long” Tony starts to walk out of the lab. “And don’t worry about all that, it won’t make any sense. I’ll figure it out later” He lazily waves his hand at Peter as he walks up the stairs.

Peter ignores Tony’s remark and continues to analyze the data that sits in front of him. “Wow that coding is some next level business. They really wanted to keep whatever was in there a secret” Peter mumbles to himself. A habit him and Tony have in common. They just babble to themselves whenever they were in deep thought.

Peter grabs a pen from his pocket and takes out his notebook to copy down the numerals on display. He messily scribbles the data, his handwriting mimicking a 4 year old’s, but he didn’t care. Peter was thinking too fast to register the mess he’s jotting down on the paper.

“Friday did you not pick up on the algorithm? The zero numerals seem to form a type of spacing between the other numbers” Peter wonders out loud. “No it hasn’t occurred to me” Friday replies.

“I’m guessing these files were encrypted way back when they had old tech. The pattern would seem too obvious and straightforward to decipher nowadays with all this tech” Peter rambles on in a low mumble. Talking to himself helped him remain focused and on track with the task.

“Hmmm, but if we reverse the numbers and then take the alphabetical data from the other firewall, then maybe…” he murmurs, biting down on his bottom lip in concentration, his hand not stopping the writing movements ever since he has picked up the pen.

“Aha. Winner winner chicken dinner” He sings, a smirk plastered in his lips. “And Mr. Stark said this wouldn’t make any sense” Peter mocks Tony’s previous statement. He drops the pen and types out his results on to the system, entering the access code to the files.

The monitor displays the words ‘Access Granted’ and an endless wave of files and documents start to roll up on the screen.

“Well done Mr. Parker. It seems like my system can now access all the files” Friday compliments Peter. Peter crosses his hands across his chest in satisfaction, admiring his work.

As he waits for Tony to return to the lab, he starts to tinker around the lab, brainstorming web upgrades. Couple of minutes later Tony renters the lab, dressed in casual attire. His hair is damp and a towel is draped around his shoulders. He grabs the towel from one side and starts to fluff out the droplet of water from his locks.

“Alright so tell me Parker what have been up to” Tony pipes up, making his way over to his desk. He sees a bunch of notes scattered on the desk in the messiest handwriting, almost incoherent. He then glances over at his computer monitor and noticed the once locked up and encrypted files have been deciphered and granted access.

“Friday did you do this?” Tony asks, in a shocked tone. “No, sir, it was Peter”

“Kid, come here” Tony calls loudly, his hands gesturing a 'come here’ motion towards Peter. “What did you do?” Tony asks, his eyes narrowed at Peter, almost in suspicion but more with curiosity

Peter shrugs his shoulders and says “well you skipped over the fact that these files have been encrypted using really old technology and I’m guessing Friday’s system codes weren’t compatible enough to decipher them”. Tony blinks at Peter’s explanation and then crosses his arms.

“And how on earth do you know old tech coding language?”, Tony retorts.

“Don’t really have much of a choice when all there is lying around in thrift stores is old tech” and Tony looks over at the notes Peter has written on the desk, then back at Peter.

“I don’t remember the last time I was this genuinely impressed”, Tony puts an arm around Peter’s shoulders and walks Peter out of the lab. “Where are we going Mr. Stark? I thought you wanted to work in the lab today?” Peter cocks his head at Tony

“No kid. My mind has just been blown out of the sky, I don’t think I’ll be able to process anything more for the rest of the day”, Tony says in an amazed tone. “I’m thinking we should, grab some pizza and watch a movie” Tony suggests

Peter’s face lights up at the idea of movies “You know we can finish that Star Wars marathon that you’ve been trying to run away from”

“Oh god. Alright fine. But we are NOT starting from the first movie again” And with that Peter nods his head in agreement. Tony tries to hide his smile by looking down, still mind blown by the kid standing right next to him. As much as Tony hates to admit it, Peter seems to amaze him more and more everyday whenever he decided to bless the lab with his presence.

—-Rip this was a disaster I was spitting out random computer related key words to make it seem like some sciency stuff was going down but really it makes no sense. Hope you enjoyed anon!

#Peter Parker #tony stark #tony x peter #Peter Parker imagine #tony stark imagine #marvel imagine

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thisisdefinitelyaboutyou-blog · 7 years

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‘13 reasons why’ episode 13; season 1 finale.

I understand this is the one with the suicide scene. I think I might be able to watch that. Maybe. If I trigger myself I will laugh so fucking hard.

Hannah’s giving life one last try. Somehow that’s how I ended up living until 32. Sometimes I think that’s my biggest mistake of all.

Only sometimes though. Right now I’m generally okay with existing.

Hannah’s shrugs off her ‘suicide project’ as ‘just this stupid thing’.

And once she purged that shit on tape she felt better. I get that.

She tried to reach out for help.

But took the razor blades as back up.

Marcus thinks he may have hurt Hannah’s feelings a little bit after trying to sexually assault her. KILL HIM.

“I THOUGHT SHE WANTED TO DATE ME BUT SHE DIDN’T" D: Just fuck off Marcus.

Clay taped Bryce’s rape confession on side B of the last tape.

Tony seems impressed.

I am (even if I’ve read some spoilers).

Clay <3

Tony has a point about them having sat on evidence for weeks.

Blow it up! Blow the fucking thing up!

Courtney giving her deposition.

Clay and Jess’s convo <3

I understand Jess’s reluctance to report the rape. It must be such a difficult thing to do. I have never had the courage myself.

I’m glad Clay noted that Hanna let Jess down by not telling her about being raped while unconscious, but I also don’t think Clay can be passing judgement on Hannah’s failure to do so, especially since the girl was already pretty mental at that point.

Who the fuck is Kat?

Is she the one from the pilot who spoke a bunch of truth and was then written out?

Yeah; with the amount of truth she’s speaking right now it must be her.

Justin and Jess are alive so I’m guessing it’s the nerd kid who shot himself in the head.

Justin, I give exactly zero fucks that you’re homeless.

Is Justin seriously emotionally blackmailing Jess right now?

“Try harder”. Damn Jess, the best line you ever spoke <3

Good Jess. Make that piece of human garbage go away.

Hopefully Justin’ll kill himself now. After killing Bryce.

Hannah is talking to Porter to get help. I’m sure this’ll end well.

If Porter cannot gauge that this Hannah doing suicidal talk he really needs to be removed from that fucking school. ASAP. Even in a fucking bubble a professional would be able to pick up on something being seriously wrong here.

Wow. Turns out Porter is almost an even bigger shit than Justin and Bryce. Almost.

Wow. I cannot believe Porter. Or rather I can, because I’ve dealt with neurotypical healthcare professionals devoid of empathy and they sound exactly like this guy. They’re not all like that of course, but some are. If you meet one, RUN.

“Just help me out here, please?” SHE CAME TO YOU FOR HELP YOU ONE-LEGGED CLOTHES HORSE.

“I need it to stop. I need everything to stop”. Reminds me of my incoherent ramblings during my breakdown :’(

YES CLAY. CALL THIS USELESS PIECE OF SHIT OF A COUNSELLOR OUT ON HIS BULLSHIT.

OMG THAT FUCKING PHONE. PORTER FINALLY HAD THE DECENCY TO PUT IT THE FUCK AWAY. HE ALSO NOTICED HANNAH IS DISTRESSED. NO SHIT SHERLOCK.

GOOD QUESTION. WHY DID THIS DIPSHIT NOT INFORM HANNAH’S PARENTS OF HER THREATS OF SUICIDE IMMEDIATELY? I think wanting for ‘life to stop’ is a pretty big give away.

Hannah tells Porter he doesn’t want to talk about her being raped. He denies it. Fucking right he doesn’t want to talk about it. Most men shy away from talking about rape. You know, if they don’t do it, it doesn’t exist, even if it is very much happening. LOL seriously fuck this Porter guy.

This fucking useless piece of shit is literally asking Hannah if she’s "done something she regrets" rather than actually considering the possibility that she might have been raped.

Someone needs to walk in with a 44 and blow Porter’s head off.

Oh my God. Is he gaslighting her about her own rape?!

Fuck that. This calls for an AK.

CANNON!!!!!!

Some of Hannah’s behaviour reminds me of BPD.

How many times have I been in a position where I’m about to kill myself and want to but can’t so I don’t? Too many.

The hyperventilating. That’s when your fucking survival instinct starts kicking in and starts telling you to fucking stop this tomfoolery. At that point I’m generally like “Fuck you, instinct, I want this. Can you just not let me have some dignity while I finally off myself?”

OMG Mrs Baker finding Hannah is so heartbreaking. She literally cannot compute and is talking to her as if she were a child who grazed her knee :’(

Porter, stop fucking acting like you suddenly care now that someone;’s called you out on your bullshit, You knew what Hannah had been through, but you only suddenly care because people are going to find out what an utterly useless and irresponsible cheap excuse for a therapist you are.

A lot of people failed Hannah and Porter is right up there.

Clay and Skye. Kinda cute. I’m nit a big Skye fan because of the yikes shit she said about Hannah’s killing herself, but yeah.

Wait, so if nerd kid/Tyler is still alive (and thus hasn’t shot himself in the head), that leaves... RYAN? YOU SERIOUS?

But nerd kid is still stockpiling guns?

Oh no. Please tell me he’s not stockpiling guns to do a school-shooting followed up by 13 tapes explaining why he did it in season 2.

Please.

Tony giving the Bakers Hannah’s tapes. Seems awful but necessary.

Of course Justin crawled back to Bryce.

But they’re parting ways for good now.

I’m so, so glad Jess felt like she could open up to her dad <3

I want to hug her and hold her and tell her it’s going to be okay somehow goddamit, even if it isn’t. Legit tears right now,

NO NOT FUCKING ALEX NO.

NOT ALEX.

NO.

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Here’s my thoughts on each track from Divide.

Eraser: The produced version is fucking amazing and I actually like it better than the live version he posted a few days ago. And that’s weird cause I usually like is raps better live. But fucking hell the produced album track is BRILLIANT

Castle on the Hill: This one has been out for a while and I just enjoy it all around. I love the story behind it and I love the music arrangement for it. And his acoustic performances have been amazing. This is gonna be a popular one at concerts. And let’s not get me started on the falsetto in his voice.

Dive: Holy fucking hell. This is like the sexier more mature version of Thinking Out Loud. Jesus Christ. It has a very Slow Dancing In a Burning Room vibe. And his voice... fuck me up his voice. I started laughing/crying in the chorus because what the fuck?! Oh and HOLY FUCK THE GUITAR SOLO IN THE MIDDLE OF IT. IT’S TOTALLY JOHN MAYER SHREDDING AND I’M FUCKING DEAD. Also... this song is going to sound incredible on vinyl.

Shape of You: This one has also been out for a while. But none the less, I love, love, LOVE this one. Such a tune. Great beat. Love how he’s talking about a beautiful woman is without being degrading and using vulgar language. I really don’t know how else I can describe this song other than I love everything about it.

Perfect: Welp... Ed was right. He said this was better than Thinking Out Loud and I have to agree. Don’t get me wrong, TOL is one of my favorite songs of his. But this one... this one is just... it’s literally Perfect - pun intended. It’s so sweet and heartfelt. And you can feel the love in every word and in his voice. I’m crying.

Galway Girl: I love everything about this. This is such a feel good song. I love the Irish feel and influences. I’m cheesin so hard right now. Talking about meeting on Grafton street makes me miss walking down Grafton Street and watching all the street performers and talking to complete strangers about anything and everything. This is gonna sound bad ass live.

Happier: I’m sorry... did he growl in the beginning of this? Because I’m asdl;kfjasd;lfj. Also his falsetto in this is unreal. And the emotion. I’m crying again. Jesus Christ this album has me all up in my feels right now.

New Man: I feel like this is classic Ed Sheeran in terms of style. I don’t really know how to describe it. It’s just to me... classic Ed. Kinda reminds me of a slower version of You Need Me in a way.

Hearts Don’t Break Around Here: “She is the lighthouse in the night that will safely guide me home” Fuck me up with that line. Bye. I can’t even. This has shades of Tenerife Sea in it in terms of the guitar and I love it. This is such a sweet, loving, and tender song. If this makes the tour set list, I’m very likely to cry hearing it live. Just like I did when I heard Tenerife Sea

What Do I Know?: If he’s actually harmonizing with himself in this track and I’m gonna launch myself into the sun. Jesus Christ. I mean... I know he can I’ve seen him do it live with his loop station, but this is just on a whole new level. Love the guitar in this track too.

How Would You Feel (Paean): Okay well... this one basically punched me in the feels the first time I heard it/saw the video he released. And that hasn’t changed. This is just a sweet, caring, loving song and it makes me happy. It also makes me cry. Maybe one day I’ll find this kind of love. Oh, and I love how simplistic this is musically. Just the guitar and the piano. Supermarket Flowers: Oh my god. I’m ugly sobbing. This is so beautifully written and composed. And brilliantly performed. This song hits so close to home right now that I can’t say anything more right now. If he performs this on tour we’re all gonna be drowning in an ocean of our own tears. This track on vinyl is going to fucking slay me. Barcelona: This track makes me want to choreograph some kind of ballroom dance to it. Damn shame I don’t know how to do any style of ballroom dance much less choreograph it. But damn if this track doesn’t make you want to get up and dance. Although I’d much rather be dancing to this track down the streets of Spain. His voice is unreal in this track as well. Wow.

Bibia Be Ye Ye: I feel like I should be on vacation in some tropical island paradise. Or like I should be going on a road trip with my best friend or the boyfriend I don’t have and we’re documenting everything on film and camera. This just sounds like an adventure song and now I want to travel dammit.

Nancy Mulligan: I love this song so fucking much. It’s so cute and it’s gonna be awesome live. I love the how the Irish influences have come back for this track. But it also has a Spanish flare to it and I love it. It just meshes so well all around. How can you not get up and dance to this song? If this song doesn’t make you smile then I don’t know what to tell you. Save Myself: First of all... this track deserves to be more than a bonus track. Second of all, this song is the equivalent of the tear jerker ballad in the second act of a musical. You know.. the ballad where the main character(s) have some big revelation about themselves and/or their relationship. It actually reminds me of two moments in Once. The first is where it’s just Guy and Girl and they’re out on a hill that’s overlooking the city, and Guy sings Sleeping. And the second is after they’ve finished recording When Your Mind’s Made Up and Girl sings The Hill. I can’t really explain it, but that’s what this track reminds me of. And yeah... DEFINITELY deserves to be more than a bonus track.

***** If you read through all my rambling non-sense about Divide, kudos to you. You deserve a cookie, or three or four. I told you it would be a rambling, bumbling, incoherent mess. As Ed has said, this album is special and it’s definitely some of his best work. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go eat my feelings by binge eating a box of frozen thin mints.

#Divide #Ed Sheeran #Teddy Sheeran #My thoughts #This is one of the best albums I've heard #It's definitely his best and the most special just as he said it would be #fuck me up i'm all up in my feels right now

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Sean Penn Wrote The Worst Novel In Human History, I Read It

Sean Penn recently released Bob Honey Who Just Do Stuff. It is, ostensibly, a novel. Sarah Silverman compared Penn to Mark Twain and E.E. Cummings. A Kirkus reviewer equated him to Kurt Vonnegut and David Foster Wallace. Salman Rushdie declared it a book that Thomas Pynchon and Hunter S. Thompson would love, possibly because he longs for the good old days when people wanted him dead. It’s telling that all these figures of comparison are incapable of disagreeing because they’re either famously reclusive or dead. Having recently read Bob Honey, I am confident in declaring it the literary equivalent of renal failure.

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To help you prepare yourselves, here are just a few of Penn’s many atrocities against the English language (he really likes alliteration):

Evading the viscount vogue of Viagratic assaults on virtual vaginas.

Criminal crumbs and corresponding celebrity crusts, bound together by dough.

This goat-backed lioness began to hoot like a bruxism bedevilled banshee.

The (Barely Existent) Plot Is Complete Nonsense

Perhaps the only thing you need to know about Penn’s book is that the brief first chapter, about three elderly people getting murdered in their retirement home, is called “Seeking Homeostasis in Inherent Hypocrisy.” Penn writes like he��s looked up every single word in his thesaurus except “dictionary.” He uses unnecessary terms, then provides 70 footnotes to explain the definition of the unnecessary terms, because he assumes that his readers aren’t at his level of intelligence. In a way, he isn’t wrong.

Here’s a typical sentence, in this case describing a woman: Effervescence lived in her every cellular expression, and she had spizzerinctum to spare. Penn thinks that if less is more, then more must be incredible. He writes novels like they’re a high school essay he’s desperate to pad.