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[gennabi]

FROM THE UNUSUAL(ISH) ASKS <33333:

1, 4, 6, 10, 11, 13, 15, 16, 17, 18, 20, 23, 25, 27, 32, 34, 38 and finally, 39!

ANSWER. THEM. JULY. ANSWER. THEM.

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- MBA 🥦

IM ANSWERING. IM ANSWERINGGGGGG.

warning, very very long.

1. who’s your celebrity crush?

i have LOTS lmaoo but right now , it's my girlfren lesserafim's sakura !! and we also have the always and forever my boo; chanmina !! and and taehyun and beomgyu from txt hehe

4. do you think its ok to separate the artist from the art?

OOOOH actually i've thought about this for a long time because it's quite... gray? and initially, my response would be "NO. WTF. THE ARTIST IS HORRIBLE." and i still somewhat stand by that. but then again, it's not like you can't compliment their works AT ALL. (which again, i've thought like that too at first). when it comes down to it , liking their works and supporting them are two different things. but then again, the arts and entertainment industry as a whole is filled with fucked up assholes who produce ethereal works. so, my answer in the end is yes. and no. yes because there's ways you can experience the art without directly profitting the artist or you just can't be that bothered to know every single artists' history and issues which is woo valid. and also no, because especially for arts, to make something out of nothing, is to produce with what you have and it's mostly coming from within, from a place of not so good intentions. and it's also bad because they're praised / walking around freely with a list of immoral actions trailing behind their back all because people put them on a pedestal and "but they're so good at what they're doing!!" while the ppl impacted by said actions were shunned

6. how many pairs of shoes do you have?

six shoes for the sixth question !! lolz . the dream is to have a shoe collection hehe my favourite one is my black heels because.. because... heels... pretty... pretty heels... pretty...

10. name a dog

the first that came to mind was mr chew from penguins of madagascar LMAOOO

11. what unusual talent do you have?

not sure if it's a talent but i have clairaudience if that counts? also i'm usually very calm during high tension situations (which then made me became the person assigned to rude customers during my part time job lmaoo) but downside is i get tensed in "normal/low tension situations" aha i still dont know exactly how that works

13. ever prank called a store?

i wishhhhhh i did but i'd feel too bad for it. i did prank called the police though (dont follow this, kids) but like that was when i was a.. well, kid.

15. what’s a question do you constantly get asked?

there's nothg in particular but it always surrounds fashion and the ol' "do you have a boyfriend?" because if you're happy and are always present in cute outfits, it must be because you have someone romantic. and apparently that's everyone's goal. /s

16. if you had to get a tattoo right now, what would you get and where?

this panel right here.

left inner thigh, slightly to the front and closer to the knee. not very beginner friendly and i might accidentally kick the artist because tickles tickles but hayakawa family is worth it.

17. google the top song from the year you were born

foolish - ashanti. niceeeee ill give it a go later

18. rant about your favorite musician

wanted to rant about the loml tomorrow x together but for today, ill talk about cigarettes after sex. idk their personality and cant be bothered to be interested in their life so ill talk abt the music hweeeeee. their music gives a very "come home and get yourself warm" and it always soothes me. when i feel a little lost and overwhelmed, putting their songs makes my heart at ease. like a very tight hug. like a blanket is draped around my shoulder and my face is cradled gently as the universe whisper to me, "it's okay, little child." it'd be VERY nice to slow dance to the songs too but idk how to slow dance in the first place so aha. and with that said, my fav song of theirs rn is "k - cigarettes after sex".

20. describe your blog in 3-5 words

requests shipped in 3 months. (or more. im sorry.)

23. if you could break one of your bad habits which would you choose?

to actually listen to my body. :)

25. what’s something you can’t stop buying?

this is so funny because im actually experiencing that rn which is rare bcs im careful w where my money goes. but last week was filled with hot roasted milk tea from tealive. in general though.. not exactly buy but i can spend hours looking around furnitures stores # ikea the light of my life . on a second thought , books / comics which ended up not being read </33

27. how long before a trip do you pack?

the night before. i pack fairly fast but if i pack on morning of the day, i wont get to be slow and enjoy my time hhgh so i always settle w the night before.

32. how old do you get mistaken for?

it's actually really bad. sometimes can be good. but ive had people thinking im four or five years younger than i am. but now that im in uni, ppl mistake me for being one or two years older but that's only because that's the average age of people taking the course. though outside uni, around my age but i think thats mostly because i drive a car lmao

34. do you like your hogwarts house or do you wish you were a different one?

i loathed it at first. and then i just sort of accepted it?? AHAH. because i also cant think of other house i am except the one im assigned to. and your boo is from gryffindor <3

38. post a picture of the outfit you would choose if you could have any outfit you wanted

i want to try every single style there is but im particularly drawn to thgs like these

39. describe your aesthetic

i don't have one... anythg that feels like a hug to me is my aesthetic? if that makes sense. fashion wise, it really depends on what i feel atm (no fixed style in mind) but in general, smtg a bit like these <33

BWAH IM FINALLY DONE UWAA that was SOOO NICE but felt like it took forever HWJAJAA THANK YOU FOR THE ASKS ANON heart eyes heart eyes

[margoshansons]

The Killing Kind (16/17)

Part Sixteen

MASTERLIST

Summary: Y/N finds her dad in a state he’s never been in before. The two have a conversation regarding family and patching up their differences.

Warnings: Mild swearing. ANGST. 

Notes: The penultimate chapter yay!!! It’s not very action-packed, but neither is the ending of the movie so...This is a lot more Quentin x Y/N focused more than anything and soon our beloved couple will be ripped apart thanks to well...the mid-credits scene.

“You can’t trick me anymore” Peter whispered, wrestling the gun and EDITH from her father. Y/N watched as her dad crumpled, his face hitting the ground with the rest of his body.

“Execute them all!” Peter announced, using EDITH to turn off the drones. Y/N raced forward, her body crashing into Peter’s, holding on tightly and refusing to let go.

The pair turned toward the man who had ruined all of their lives. The man who lay dying on the ground.

“How could you do this?” Peter asked, arms still wrapped around Y/N.

“You see,” Mysterio breathed, “People want to believe. And nowadays...people will believe anything.”

Silence followed his statement. MOvement slowing until…

“Is he?” Y/N asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer.

“All illusions are down” EDITH chirped. 

She collapsed. 

Her hand raised itself to her mouth, sobs wracking her body as she stared at the dead body of her father. His eyes blank and empty, all the crazy gone from them. Saltwater burnt her tongue as she sat on her knees, curling into herself as she mourned the man who abused her.

The man who had raised her. 

The man who was her first love before anyone else.

The man who broke her heart before anyone else could. 

Her body was on fire, not even Peter’s comforting embrace cooling her down. Pain spread like a virus, shutting every cell in her body down and the only thing she could think was My father is dead, my father is dead, my father is dead, my father is dead, my father is dead, my father is dead.

She crawled over, Peter long gone, wanting nothing more than to cradle her dad’s body one last time. To call him Dad without being patronizing, to tell him how much she loved him.

Her hand phased through his body.

Grief turned to anger as she realized what he had done. Her teeth clashed together before parting to release a scream unheard of. It rattled the glass, her fist pounding against the debris-covered floor.

With a start she stood up, hair hanging in sweaty clumps on her face, as her brain lit up with the exact location of Quentin Beck.

The taxi was simple to get. Easy to set up and easy to pay for. Entering the run-down building was harder than she had ever imagined. She grew up here. She was left here. She spent eight wonderful years of her life here before they were uprooted to New York. Before she got her powers.

The door swung open easily, her glare focused on the man in the MoCap suit struggling to sit up on the queen bed.

“You’ll strain yourself” She uttered, moving closer to him on the bed, energy expanding from her fingers. He watched as the daughter he had used and abused almost to death stitched up his wound, using magic he had done nothing but exploit in his lifetime.

“I was wrong” Quentin breathed out, pain lacing his voice, “You’re not useless. You’re amazing.”

Y/N ignored her father’s words, focusing on sewing the layers of muscle back together. “If I had been here any later you would’ve died.” Was all she said.

“Y/N” Quentin begged, asking his daughter to meet his eyes. The eyes that held too much pain for an eighteen-year-old. “I’m trying to tell you that I’m proud of you. Of everything you’ve done.”

“Why now?” she asked, anger seeping out. “Just because I’m healing your wound and have the power to kill you at any moment?”

Quentin shook his head, the gesture causing him to groan in pain. “You--are the best of us. Of everything. You’re so much better than your mother. Than me.”

“You never cared about my mother” Y/N called him out, “Why mention her now?” “Because she would be proud of you” He whispered, “Like me. And if I’m this close to death I want you to know the truth.”

Y/N froze, finally meeting her father’s ice-cold eyes. They weren’t crazy. They weren’t maniacal, they were simply eyes, and they were opening themselves up to her.

“Your mother wasn't from Earth” Quentin confessed, straining, “She never told me where she was from, only that she had something to do while she was here. We bonded over that. Our shared devotion to our purpose in life.”

“You’re lying” Y/N cut him off, voice thick with emotion as tears threatened to escape. 

“For the first time in my life,” Quentin announced, “I’m not.”

He pressed something deep into her palm, his rough hand gently brushing his fingers against the back of her hand. She gazed at the metal Triquetra he had pressed into her hand. It was a pin of some kind.

“She left that behind when she left me,” Quentin admitted, his breathing becoming shallower. “She never loved me. Not in the way I loved her. She just used me for my contacts at Stark Industries, to truly and get closer to the Avengers, I guess her plan failed when she dropped you off at my door. She used me too”

Y/N held back tears that were pooling in her eyes. Her mother wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t. This was just another one of his lies, used to manipulate her into doing his bidding. 

“So you took it out on me?” She asked, ripping her hand from his. “I was a child!”

Years of repressed emotions spilled forth, eyes burning from the tears gathering near the edge. “What did I do wrong?” Y/N’s voice broke, saltwater streaming down her face, “All I ever did was what you asked and you tortured me for it.”

Quentin was silent. 

“Every little girl grows up thinking her father is going to love her above all else” Y/N ranted, chest pained, voice thick with anger. “So why didn’t you love me? Why couldn’t you just do the bare minimum and love me? Was that so much to ask?”

His mouth opened but nothing came out.

She had her answer.

“Was any of it real?” Y/N asked, furrowing her brow, ignoring the sobs she released. Her childhood played across her mind like a home video. “Did you ever love me?”

“Of course,” Quentin protested, groaning as he leaned forward to grasp her hand. “You were my little girl, you were smart, you were...stunning. How could I not love you?”

Y/N pulled her hands away, unable to stomach the thought of this man touching her.

“You were given something I never had. Something that Stark made, something Captain America was given, you were born with something so precious in this world, and your mother gave it to you.” Quentin set his jaw at the thought of the unknown woman, “I was resentful. Of her leaving, of her using me, of you.”

She met his eyes, those vulnerable soft eyes that had once belonged to the man she admired more than anything.

Quentin struggled to move forward. “But I never stopped loving and caring for you. You are and always have been the best thing I’ve made.”

She straightened up, “Is that why you almost killed me?”

“I would’ve never done that” Quentin spat, “The kid forced my hand, your life is the only one I treasure more than my own.”

Y/N scoffed, bitterness pounding through her veins. “Liar.”

“I have lied about so many things” Quentin confessed, “But my love for you is not one of them.”

Y/N turned away, setting her jaw. “I grieved you” She confessed, “The man who had taken everything from me. My pride, my security, my confidence. I looked at your dead body and grieved because, despite everything you did to me, I never wanted you dead.”

She whipped around, meeting his gaze once again. “Looks like you’re not the only one who can’t kill a family member.” 

She traced her father with a glyph, keeping him in place while she tied his hands back. He was real. That much she knew. The glyph faded and silence filled the air between the estranged relatives during the long elevator ride down.

SHIELD was eager to get their filthy hands on the man beside her. The agent with an eyepatch handed her a paper business card.

“You need anything, call us” He instructed.

All Quentin could do was stare at his only living relative. “You’re going to regret this.”

“I don’t need your validation anymore” She spat. “I don’t need you anymore. I may be related to you biologically, but you stopped being my father a long time ago.”

Quentin stared at his daughter as he was cuffed, his eyes still in the vulnerable state she had found them in. 

The two Becks could only stare at each other, watching as the last piece of their bizarre family fell apart.

Ugh, my heart, that HURTED! But in all honesty, I think this is one of my favorite chapters in the series, especially with that reveal at the end (special shoutout to those who can figure it out). Also, the magic system is weird, but I just went with it. I figured it was similar to Scarlet Witch but with a touch of aliens.

Thank you for your feedback and please like, reblog, and comment cause it makes my heart very happy!

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