#AND RIIIIGHHT

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

I just changed my pfp 😭 I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to confuse anyone 🙏🙏

Emma may?

Pretty please?

Ask, and you shall receive 🙌🙂‍↕️

Dang, Fiddleford was THIS 🤏 close to fumbling the baddie of the freaking century

[velvetstreets]

damn he really said fuck the rest of y’all 😟

💀💀💀 forreal

I lowkey forgot about how NPLM shows tho 🫣

[mariaxman]

PIETRO MAXIMOFF X READER

Resume: you made a bet with Jean, when you’d ask Peter out he’d turn you down. Easy made 50 bucks, right! Exept he beats you to the punch..

A/N: I really love this, I love the cliché of kissing in a Ferris wheel sm AHHH:33!!

Charles Xavier’s school for Gifted Youngsters, Westchester,1974.

The summer breeze hit your skin like a bird’s feather, soft and gentle, as you stood outside of the institute. A year ago, a man from the future named Logan came and knocked on the door, claiming he needed the professor to save the world from ‘sentinels’, some anti-mutant, killer robots. You were 15 at the time, already having mastered your mutation, came along with them to give a hand. That, is when you met Peter. As requested you had to break out Magneto from the pentagon, and Logan ‘knew a guy’. He was JUST your type. Sure, he was a kleptomaniac and all, but god was he handsome, and a charming in his own very-weird-way. Though, it didn’t last long, as he went home the moment you stepped out the pentagon, Magneto in hand . You never forgot the handsome speedster, even ten whole years later. Sure, it was kind pathetic. But hey! Can you blame a gal? He was flirting with you the whole time AND WINKED AT YOU WHEN YOU EMBARKED THE JET BACK, of course you fell for him!

Charles Xavier’s school for Gifted Youngsters, Westchester, 1983

You never thought you’d ever see him again. Like, ever. But hey, fate works in a strange way. One second you were standing next to Beast as Havok wrecked shit, the next you landed surprisingly gently on the grass outside as the Institute blew up. You were dizzy and felt like you were about to blow chunks. Nevertheless, you stood back up on shaky legs and just stared at the mansion with wide eyes and a dropped jaw, not even noticing the speedster standing riiiighht next to you, staring intensely. Until he said a simple ‘hey’ and you yelped embarrassingly loud for a qualified X-woman. Atleast he laughed! Then you were kidnapped by.. what was their name? Oh well, then you escaped, fought apocalypse, Charles lost his hair, which is VERY pertinent, I know. And, well, you were back at the mansion soon enough, students were sat outside on lawn, huddled up as, mind you, it was totally broken down and needed SERIOUS repair. Which leads us to here, you and your friends(who are literally all teens which is.. yeah) went to the mall to pass time and buy new clothes after losing all of the old ones in the explosion, an activity you loved doing with Jean and Jubilee.. until now. You were browsing a store with said girls, grabbing a top, you held it infront of you.

‘’Is this cute?’’

You ask Jubilee, the top was simple in itself, a baby blue tank top with an embroidered yellow lightning bolt. It kinda reminded you of Peter..

‘’Yeah, that is really cute, BUT-‘’

Jubs says and snatches the top, putting it in your basket

‘’WHEN are you gonna make your move on Peter?!’’

The girls asks eagerly. Your cheeks immediately burn up in embarrassment

‘’make a move on him? W-what are you talking about?!’’

you chuckle nervously, looking away at the clothing racks. Jean chuckles from behind you, which startles you, just a little bit

‘’Come on now, Y/N. You definitely love him, you did since… 1973! C’mon!’’

The redhead exclaims, in the middle of the store, catching a lot more attention than your liking. Goddam telepath. You didn’t know what to say, really. You definitely wanted to date him, more than anything! But you just felt like Peter didn’t feel the same

‘’Okay, okay! Y’know what? I’ll tell him tonight, at the fair! But I bet you 50 bucks he doesn’t even like me a little bit!’’

You say as you walk to the cashier. Jean shoots Jubilee a look. ‘HE IS LITERALLY HEAD OVER HEELS FOR HER, GUESS IM WINNING 50 BUCKS’ she tells the other girl telepathically, which makes her vibrate with a giggle.

Now, at the fair, you were scared shitless. You made a promise, you gotta keep it now, huh? You’re sure Peter‘ll be sweet if he rejects you, yeah! You sigh, snapped out your thoughts when Jean and Jubilee dragged you to an attraction, giggling the whole way, which left Scott and Peter alone. The former elbows Pietro in the ribs, hard

‘’So, when are you finally gonna ask her out?’’

Scott teases, that irritated smirk on his face

‘’What? Pssfghhsss- what are you talkin’ bout?’’

the silver-haired man plays dumb, shoving his hands in the pocket of his silver jacket

‘’C’mon, dude. I know you like her— you’re literally staring her as we speak!’’

Oh, yeah, he was… it wasn’t his fault you were so gorgeous, for Christ sake! You were literally his dream girl come true, can you blame him?

‘’Okay, yeah, maybe I do like her a little. But she has great taste in music and a bitchin’ haircut! And.. pretty eyes’’

He mumbles the last part as he watched you settle in right between Jean and Jubs in the attraction, laughing your head off at something Jubilee said. God were you pretty

‘’Dude, I see the world trough a red visor and even I can see it’s definitely more than ‘liking’’’

Scott huffs, crossing his arms and looking ahead

‘’You should win her a prize, y’know, a plushie’’

The brunette shrugs. Yeah, he was right, he should

‘’Mh.. maybe I will’’

Peter grins. A few minutes later, the ride end and you stumble out with the other two, using Jubilee as support as you giggle, totally dizzy and giddy

‘’You’re not gonna throw up, are you?’’

Jubs quizzes and you shake your head no. Phew, that’d be embarrassing. You all continue walking as a group until Jean drags Scott over to the game booths. Scott grin in Peter’s direction in a ‘you go dude!’ Fashion. Jubilee catches on and lean closer to you

‘’I’m gonna go grab us a coke, okay’’

She pats your back and speed walks away before you can even turn around, leaving you with Peter. An awkward silence fall between you two until he speaks up

‘’hey, princess, want me to win you a prize? I’m pretty damn good at that game over there’’

He grins in his usual boyish manne— PRINCESS?? That was new, wow, why did that make butterfly flutter in your stomach..

You nod quickly with flushed cheeks and follow him when he grabs your hand and drags you to the booth. The game was easy, pop 10 balloons in one go and win a plushie. Easy enough. Peter walks up and pays the bored worker, who just hands him the 10 darts with a poker face. Shit job, huh. Surprisingly, he didn’t use his mutation. Which is pretty good considering the setting. He picks up a dart and shoot. POP, one balloon down. POP, two. POP. POP. POP. POP. POP. POP. POP. POP. Yay! Free plushie, considering-all-the-ones-you-had-got-Fucking-cremated! You giggle and jump on the ball of you feet as Pietro gets handed the big stuffed snow leopard plush. He turns to you and hands it over

‘’There you go, N/N’’

He grins when you hug him tightly

‘’Thank you Pietro!’’

You pull back and turn around when you hear your name, running over to Jubilee with two bottles of coke in hand. She raises an eyebrow at you then look over at Peter, giving him a proud thumbs up and a wink of approval. Which— to him — was a little perculiar, but honestly… you wouldn’t expect less from a girl name jubilation. Jean and Scott arrived back themselves a few minutes later, empty handed. Scott shrugged, his excuse being that his visor was at fault. Though Jean whispered that he just sucked ass at the games. You continued walking around the park, going on rides, when 23:00 hit. Many people left but you decided to do one more ride, the Ferris wheel. You still had an hour before it closed, so why not? You all went in the line, and when it was your turn, the teen boy there let Jubilee, Scott and Jean in a carrier, but told you to wait for the next one because the people limit was 3. So now, you were stuck, alone with Peter. Your crush for the past TEN FUCKING YEARS! Great. You took a quiet, deep breath and slipped in the carrier next to Peter, setting your plushie on the seat across from you both.

‘’Hey’’

The speedster jokes, grinning ear to ear. You smile back, resting your chin on your knees

‘’Hi’’

You look to your right when the Ferris wheel starts moving. You had the view on the lake beside the fair, where fireworks’ll be lit in a few minutes

‘’So, enjoyed your night, N/N?’’

He asks, cocking his head to the side

‘’Yeah, I loved it. Thanks for winning me a plushie too’’

You grin at him, full teeth, eyes scrunched and lit by the moonlight

‘’Hey, nothing less for my favorite friend’’

You laugh and continue talking, the wheel slowly moving your carrier up and up until it stops, right at the top. As if planned, fireworks goes off and you shoot around, smile as wide as your eyes as you stare out the glass at the colorful beam of light, reflecting on your face. But Peter’s stuck, stuck staring at you in awe. You looked absolutely gorgeous. He couldn’t look away, not that he wanted to

‘’It’s so.. Beautiful!’’

You chirp in amazement

‘’ Yeah.. gorgeous, even’’

Peter mumbled, still very much looking at you. You turn to look at him with a crooked grin and a raised eyebrow

‘’You good, dud—!’’ Peter cut you off by grabbing your cheeks and leaping foward, pressing his lips to your so gently. You froze, arms to your side until you brain fully apprehended what happened. Peter kissed you… PETER KISSED YOU!! You melt against him, arms coming up to rest your hands on his gently, smiling into the kiss. You were content, stretch that, you were ecstatic! Even when he pulled away, and.. whooped, huh. Strange way to react to your first kiss with a girl.. why did you find that cute? You laughed aloud, along with him. He swept you in a one armed hug

‘’That was the best decision I’ve made ALL NIGHT, woo’’

He chuckled and squeezed you against his lovingly, silence falling between the two of you until the end of the ride.

When you stepped out you were greeted by your three friends waiting for you, Jean grinned and looked over at Jubilee, who’s jaw dropped. You glance at Peter to find a lipstick mark over his lip. You snort and quickly join the girls while Pietro joins Scott, who’s deliberately holding back laughter, much to Peter’s confusion. As you’re walking out the fair, Jean leans in and whispers;

‘’You owe me 50 bucks’’

[spoonsock]

Starbucks love

Gwen Stacy x reader

Synopsis: Ever wondered what would the one and only Spider Gwen order from Starbucks? Me neither but take this anyway.

Warnings: Idk none I think. Not proofread. Writing this at 2am no joke what is wrong with me. Also DUDE. This is kinda similar to Intruder like wtf am I really that not creative. 😭

Also, fun fact, I’ve never been to Starbucks so if I got something wrong pls lemme know.

You didn’t really mind having a part time job at Starbucks. It wasn’t that bad. All you had to do was take orders, make them, write names on cups with your best handwriting. Sometimes kick customers out. Sometimes maybe serve Spider-woman.

Yup that’s right. It all started yesterday.

It was supposed to be a normal day. You clocked in early and mentally prepared yourself for what awaits you ‘cause you never know what might happen. God, what a good decision it was to say a few positive words before the day started.

Around 10 AM, the shop is not even that filled with people yet, three guys barge in, all of them with a gun in their hands. One of them points the gun at you and then at the register, while the other two guys walk around the people sitting at their tables.

“You empty that thing right now or Imma blow your brains out”. The guy says pointing a gun at your face and you freeze. You don’t move an inch, just stare right at him. Your eyes are not wide, you are not hyperventilating or anything. You are panicking, but not showing any signs of it.

The more you stare at the guy, the more impatient he grows. “What are you? Deaf? I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t take the damn money out this fucking moment”.

As soon as he finishes his sentence, the door of the shop slams open and (literally) twirling in comes, the one and only, Spider-woman. The armed men immediately turn to her and point their guns, but she slouches and puts her hands on her hips, looking at them unfazed.

“Seriously, you guys aren’t gonna make this easy for me, are you?”, Gwen asks and receives no answer. “…Alright then”

Before you can even blink, she hits one of the guys in the face, grabbing his gun and throwing it at the other guy. You watch as the the third guy tries to throw a punch at her face but narrowly misses and she succeeds to grab his arm and twist it, before kicking him in the stomach. She easily webs all three of the unconscious men up and the people from the shop clap. She bows jokingly and makes her way over to you.

“Hey, you okay? They didn’t take any money, did they?”, she asks but you are unable to answer. When the masked guy pointed the gun at your face, it triggered something in you. Pushed an “off” button in your brain and turned everything into blurry stop-motion pictures.

For the record, you’ve never been held at gunpoint. Well, until that day, but you hoped it was the first and last time. You didn’t know why it caused you to act like that. To just freeze and zone out. I mean any normal person would start sweating and fearing for their life, visibly shaking or something but you? It turned you off.

Whatever. Whatever it was, you zoned back into reality when you saw a white hand move in front of your face.

“Helloooo? Earth to..”, Gwen stopped and squinted to read from your name tag. “Y/N? Earth to Y/N! You there?”

You quickly took in your surroundings before pulling yourself together and nodding. “Yeah yeah, I’m. I’m fine. Everything is fine. Thank you. For helping. And for asking. I’m fine”, you stumbled across your words and even behind her mask, you could see Spider-woman hesitantly furrowing her brows at you. She didn’t believe you, obviously. You were a terrible liar.

“Riiiighht, well I’m gonna go then”, she stretched out her words before slowly turning around, picking the masked, armed guys off of the floor and exiting the shop.

Honestly, you thought that was going to be your last encounter, but oh boy, you were wrong.

Because she came back in the very next day.

“Oh, hello?”

“Hi”

“I didn’t really see any thieves or villains in our shop today, but uh, how may I help you?”, you ask, unsure of what was she here for, kinda scared that something bad might happen soon and she’s just there to try to prevent it.

“Uhhh actually I came to see you. A-and to get a vanilla latte. And a chocolate chip cookie. But I’m mostly here to see you”, you felt your cheeks heat up at her words. The famous friendly neighbourhood superhero, Spider-woman, came in Starbucks in which you worked just to see you. Strange.

“Um. Okay.”, you didn’t really know what to say to that. What do you even say in a situation like that??

“Soo, hi. Are you okay? You uh didn’t really look the best yesterday? I-I mean you can’t really look the best after being held at gunpoint anyway. Not that you look bad! You don’t! It’s just that, it must have been traumatic, obviously. Not just for you, I guess for everyone in the shop but-“

“I’m okay”, you decided to stop her rambling. “Thanks for checking”, you gave her a shy smile and she smiled back, you guess, but didn’t say anything. You two just stood there, in comfortable silence, until someone coughed behind the masked superhero and tapped their foot on the ground impatiently.

“O-oh um you uh are you going to order orrrrr….?”, you asked, remembering suddenly that you were at work. Where you are supposed to do your work.

“Oh ah yeah I-I’ll have uuuuuuuuhhh a short vanilla latte and a chocolate chip cookie. Please.”

“You’re seriously going to order the most basic white girl drink?”, you chuckled before you’re eyes widened. “NO. Please tell me I didn’t say that out loud”, you thought. But judging by the silence you were met with and the “o_0 expression” (if you could call it that) your friendly neighbor super hero held, you were wrong. “Oh fudge”, you furrowed your eyebrows before giving her the most sympathetic look you could make.

“I did not mean to say that I am SO sorry. I mean I didn’t even mean to think that it just kinda came outta nowhere, I’ve never said anything like that out loud ever. Or not out loud. I’ve never even thought something like that, honest! I seriously don’t have any idea where this came from I mean I would never ever guess your race- it’s none of my business! And it’s not like race has anything to do with the goddarn drink. It’s a drink! Anyone can order it! I have no say in that and I am SOO-“

“IT’S OKAY”, this time, Gwen interrupted your rambling (finally, it seemed like you could go on and on), “you can uhhh make up for it by, I dunno, maybe, givingmeyournumber?”, she was nervous, but you were oblivious unfortunately.

“Oh. OH YEAH I can do that..I’ll just go get your drink. And you cookie”, your ass has never left a place so fast. “SPIDER WOMAN. WANTS. MY NUMBER”, you squealed in your head while preparing her order.

You returned to her in a few minutes, a cup in one hand and a cookie in the other. “For here or do you want me to put it in a bag?”

“Can you put just the cookie in the bag?”, Gwen asked shyly and you nodded packing the cookie in the paper bag. Taking a sharpie that stood on your side of the counter, you wrote on her cup of latte “For Spidey ♡ by Y/N”, scribbling your phone number underneath and handing the bag and the cup to her.

“Thank you for your visit. Enjoy!”, you said what you always say to your customers and she jokingly gave you a two finger salute, turning around and exiting the shop.

The whole day after her visit, you’d check your phone every two seconds waiting for her text. At this point, you were already at home, watching a movie you picked out randomly to distract you from constantly glancing at your phone. Unfortunately, you were a person who constantly keeps their sound off and the movie actually intrigued you to the point you somehow forgot about the happenings of yesterday and today, at least until the movie ended.

And then it hit you.

You opened your phone to see four new notifications from unknown. FROM AN HOUR AGO.

You could barely contain your excitement. Spider woman. Asked you. For your number. She had your number. And she texted you. You have Spider woman’s number. And you’re about to answer to her texts. Holy quack.

Unknown

Today 20:14

hey, this is spider woman

wow that felt weird to write hahah

anyway thank you for the drink

and your number

You smiled at your phone. Who would’ve thought that she would be so awkward while texting.

Unbeknownst to you, an hour ago, Gwen was panicking hard. At first she didn’t know what to say. She spent 10 minutes just writing and then deleting and writing and deleting words. Eventually, she decided to muster up the courage and send whatever first came to mind.

The moment she clicked on the “send” button, she regretted it. Then she sent another message, to try to fix the situation she put herself in. Only to realize she is just digging her grave deeper. Before she knew it, she sent you four messages, then threw her phone as far away as possible without damaging it too much, to stop herself from sending another text in attempt to “fix the previous”. She grabbed her mask and pulled it over her head, hiding her face from no one in particular.

After a few minutes, she heard a ding from across the room and scrambled from her bed quickly, tangling herself in the covers, getting her leg stuck in them and managing to fall face first on the floor.

Groaning, she reached for her phone from the very position she fell into, expecting to see a text back from you.

“Iphone storage full” was the only notification she received. Gwen placed the phone to where it was, continuing to lay on her bedroom floor with her Spider mask on.

“This is going to be a long night”

[yellowanz]

LETS FUCKING GOOOOO I GOT THE KEYBAORODO!!!!

im so excited 4 this stupid keyboard to arrive

i haven't had an actual physical keyboard for mONTHS and i had to type with a mouse on this shitty windows on-screen keyboard:

im going insane.

[crowrave]

Odd Confessions

Crown ‘accidentally’ ingests some cursed mushrooms, trips balls, and blabs about something he wasn’t supposed to see.

Ngl this is just a crackfic I made for fun. It’s not properly written or well thought through so try to ignore any errors I made while doing this

(Or do, whichever makes reading it more fun)

⚠️ (Drugs and Swearing warning)⚠️

For someone so powerful, Crown was really stupid.

The brig had docked at Port Mistral after rescuing as many civilians and soldiers as possible. The place was in ruins; yet the fire was finally put out.

It wasn’t as hot as Sameria, but the remaining ashes kept the temperature of the island high. The torn-open trash and burnt bodies definitely didn’t help with its smell, either.

The ‘mercenary group’ was ordered to help clean up the mess, and to assist in rebuilding the broken-down town.

The mage had separated from the others to go wander around or something. No one knew how they had lost him on such a small chunk of land; but next thing anyone knew, the silver-haired maniac had disappeared for about an hour.

Eventually, one of the crewmates spoke up.

“Where’s th’ Cap’n? He’d nev’r leave a man behind!”

It was only then that the lot had realized how king Crown had been missing.

The masked deckhand, Wells, tried to reason with the panicking members of the captain’s ship.

“I’m sure he’s simply wandering around again. Although, they don’t usually stay gone for this long…”

Morden, somehow still standing tall despite the sweltering heat and wearing all black, demanded from everyone to split up and search for the missing captain.

“Edward, Enizor, come with me. You can track him down best. Let’s just hope he hasn’t gotten himself in too much trouble.”

And so they searched. And searched. And searched.

It went on for about 3 hours until one of the other teams, consisting of Iris, Wells, and another deckhand, had discovered a small cavern that seemed to have been made via breaking things with magic.

Suspiciously like Crystal Magic.

Morden rushed to the cave, pleading with whatever gods that would hear him in his mind that his friend would be alive.

It was difficult to see within, but light could still reach the end of the tunnel. Crystals seemed to be growing out of every surface, and a strange smell filled the air.

The dark-clothed mercenary crashed into its dark walls, shouting as loud as he could so the man would hear him.

Upon closer inspection, Crown was laying on his back, seemingly unresponsive.

Morden’s heart dropped.

Is he dead? Did he lose another friend? After all this, was this the end for him—?

“Ugh… I… Can hearrr youuu…”

Crown drawled out a responses, his eyelids heavy and his pupils blown wide.

…He’s alive. High as fuck, but definitely alive.

The thief sighed with relief; and then annoyance.

They were fine for just an hour, somehow managed to find a way to get himself higher than Cirrus.

Morden then begun to look around, as if some kind of culprit was to blame for his ally’s strange behavior.

As it turns out, there was.

The dumbass Navy Marine had gotten hungry, and then proceeded to eat some cursed mushrooms the had found.

How the bell did he even get those? They don’t grow in the Nimbus Sea.

Unless…

The now irritated criminal turns to his drugged-out companion.

“Why the fuck did you bring cursed mushrooms from Akursius Keep? And of all the food you brought, why choose that thing? The hell?”

Crown hardly said anything of importance, but he did manage to mutter some small tidbits of… something. He can’t tell if it’s true or not.

“The ghosts… spirits… notebook search… found food… hahaha… yummy…”

“…Youuu are funny lookin’ y’know that, Morty?”

“…It’s Morden. Remember?”

“Hahahahaha! Ha…. Oh, riiiighht…”

The bandit turns to the others, and shoos them away from the hole.

“He’s fine. Just a little dazed. I’ll help him to the ship. Tell the Empress that we had to cut short early cause someone got injured. Just make up that a building fell on him or something.”

The others quickly run over to the brig, and begin preparations for their ‘injured’ captain.

As he picked up his friend, the other began to writhe in his arms. Doesn’t look like he’s gonna make it easy to carry them back to Sameria.

“Noooo… don’t wanna get up… :(“

How the fuck did he just say a face? How high is he? What????

“Cmon, Cain. We gotta get back with the others. You can come back again tomorrow.”

“Ugh… Big Bossman Kai would let me stayyy… I’d get to blow up some more Assassin buildings.”

…Wait, what?

“What do you mean by that? What buildings?”

“Haha… there were some of those red guys walking around. They got those little silly lookin’ symbols…”

A cold chill goes up his back. They weren’t here alone.

“Cain, I need you to be serious with me. Where did you see them?”

“Theyyy’reee… underground??? …I thiiiinkkkk…”

The man’s eyes widen, before he grips onto the marine as tightly as he can, tucks him under his arm, and rushes back to the docks.

He begins to yell at the others.

“GUYS! GET OUT, NOW! We’re not alone on this island, we need to leave!”

Iris turns her head towards them first, immediately seeing the sorry state that both of her teammates were in, and forces everyone on the boat before taking hold of the brig herself.

“Set off for Sameria! Sails down!”

As they quickly make their escape, some Assassin Acolytes are seen to have begun swimming after them.

They are stopped in their tracks, however, as the crew quickly aims their cannonballs and fires.

So much happened in just a few seconds, and everyone is already exhausted.

“Morden! What the hell happened to Cain, and what was with the Assassins? Did they follow us here or something?”

The two men laid on the floor of the deck; one catching their breath from exhaustion, and other from simply forgetting to breathe.

“This dumbass found some cursed mushrooms from that fucked fortress back in the Bronze Sea, and decided now was a good time to eat them. Then, it turns out that the Assassin Syndicate had a base underneath Port Mistral, and they caught us sneaking around.”

“Shit. We’ll have to report that to Empress Nilah. Hopefully she can do something about it.”

Morden does not reply. He simply keeps staring at his currently high friend, and worries for his health.

“Will he be okay?”

The freckled redhead looks down at Crown, and starts poking and prodding at him.

“Mmmm… leave me alone… too bright…”

“…They’ll be fine. Though, might be another couple hours before they recover.”

That’s fine. He can take another few hours. As long as he’s still breathing.

The idiot he’s holding then proceeds to start wiggling out of his grasp and crawls towards the nearest chest full of gems.

Morden sighs, and opens it.

He watches as the man starts dumping it onto himself, maybe bruising or scratching himself in the process. He then proceeds to lay in the center of it and falls asleep.

The black-haired looter crosses his arms and lays beside him; trying to make sure his comrade doesn’t accidentally fall off the ship while rolling over.

This is gonna be a long trip.

[office3]

Ello!

*gives N an actual biscuit* *it’s like 1000 years out of date, frozen into a statue at this point* maybe this be a nice little keepsake for u?

*looks at the biscuit* thanks! I'll put it riiiighht here! *put the biscuit on his monitor stand*

[tryna-be-perfect]

I'm ill and I feel like shit but at least I have tons of school work to do ✨yay✨

Nah but at least my body will burn more c@ls though, riiiighht

Dunno if I should risk working out though I don't really want to get worse over the weekend lol

[askthesinclairs]

*I looked at him for a moment before I hit me*

"riiiighht right right right. Okay sooo uhh..."

*I leaned against the counter as I tried my best to explain it*

"sona is short for Persona or fursona. I'm using it for fursona. Both persona and fursona are like....you if you were something. Like....if you were to draw yourself as an anthropomorphic bear that would be your fursona"

-🐕

"..why would anybody want to be anything else then what they already are..?" *Vincent slides down the wall and just.. sat on the floor* "i see why no one here uses the internet now.."

[quinnysnursery]

POOKIE THE END OF THAT CHAPTER AHHHHH I NEED JAKE TO FIND OUT NOW ACTUALLY IM GOING CRAZY

(sorry if this comes across as pushy btw I’m just excited promise)

RIIIIGHHT? don’t worry, if he doesn’t find out the next chapter he will in the one after that but you guys didn’t hear that from me 🤫🤫🤫

(and dw! it didn’t!)

[rexhya]

a little life ˚ପ⊹ ⭐️ 4/5 stars

I wanna preface by saying that this 'reveiw' is simply an opinion and its most definitely just for fun, I like talking about things I like talking about—and this—is one of them, thats all.

contains spoilers !

reading length time: 7 days

⭐️ Things A Little Life Did Well

1. Jude's Trauma & Relationship's With His Friends

Not only is the writing style in this book utterly gorgeous but it's written in a way that makes you know Hanya did her research. There's this really strong connection between Jude and the rest of his friends, ( and though there is some context lacking on how exactly they became friends in the first place ) It's doesnt defer from the belivebilty of their relationship and I like that. It's also worth mentioning that you get hooked on wanting to know wgat exactly happened to him and when you do it's kinda of like this 'ohhhhh' moment, and you appreciate the fact it took so long for him to reveal anything about himself other than the most vauge and obvious things. With what he went through, it really makes alot of sense.

2. The Use of Strong Platonic Relationships

It's honestly kind of refreshing to read about the friendships in this book, I think the theme of struggling in a relationship that isn't romantic is so much more realistic for us and for this book obviously. It's also alot of fun reading the dynamicw between not only yhe main 4 but other friends and friends of friends and how the support and love for thoes people goes both ways. My favorite example of this is Jude and his unwillingness to forgive JB and how JB's struggle through addiction compromised weather or not Malcom was "allowed" to be friends with him or not, Jude's and Wilhem's reactions both felt right for their character. I also loved Jude and his adoptive parents relationship, they were exactly the kinds of people Jude would gravitate towards and it was nice to see really.

3. The Prose

Like I mentioned before I adore this writing style, I mean you kind of have to enjoy reading it somehow—the book is over 700 pages long ! It's written it's a way that you literally have to want more. You want to know what happens next and Hanya does a good job at making sure you do, ( despite the insanity of the length otherwise )

⭐️ Things A Little Life Did Not So Well

1. Repetition

Okay don't hate me for this but lowkey, I was evvverr so slightly starting to get sick of Jude and the BULLSHIT, like I feel like right before Jude is abused by Caleb there could have been at least 100 pages taken off, like looorrd have mercyyy, and it's not as if Jude really annoyed me anyways it's more of the fact that there were some interactions and self hate monologues that...could have just been left of I suppose. I think my the 500th page we understand the kind of person Jude is and to be honest I wish she had left some things up to interpretation instead of blatantly stating what it was.

2. The Unlikelyness of The Main 4 and their Careers

Okay yeah, everyone is so well off and somehow they themselves and their friends can just afford to hop to Paris and Peru every other weekend, riiiighht. Like in Wilhem's case I would understand, he's an actor so it's different but everyone else..? I mean what possible could Citizen and the gang be doin in China for the week, ( and don't say vacations because thats just wrong ) like hello? It's also worth mentioning there's hardly anything historical context outside of the world, I feel like despite the multitude of countries people visit there's so little happening in the real world it makes it feel like a closed box.

3. The Villians

Okay okay here me out, It's feels so unrealistic that everyone Jude had met in his entire 15's was so blatanly evil, ( perhaps there was also a black and white character issue here as well..hmmm) what really got me was Dr. Traylor how paper thin the human evil in him was, I understand Luke and I understand Caleb but the counselors? And then the psyco doctor that ran him over with a car? I get that it was supposed to be so detrimentally awful but idk somehow it was so awful it kind of missed the mark ( it felt over the top is what I'm saying )

⭐️ Overall ;; It's a sad sad book with a great story told, I think besides the general mishaps about the book Hanya did a really good job at telling a story about severe abuse and if not for the sentimental elements it had it would have been 5 stars, anyways.

[projectbatman193]

In fiction today (19/02) would be Bruce Wayne/Batman's birthday, but in reality we all know it is 19/08 right? Riiiighht? 😜

[codes]

OTHER EIMUGI ANON KILLING ME THE BLUEBIRD OF HAPPINESS THING IS SO >>> 💙🐦

RIIIIGHHT everybody get out ur pens and paper, we r writing about the bluebird of happiness as a narrative technique

[rwby-conversations]

Nora: Sneaking...sneaking...sneaking...

Blake: You know, it's not very sneaky if you say what you're doing.

Nora: AH! Blake! I was err...I was going out...to get... pancakes. Hey, wait a minute. What are you doing out so late?

Blake: Oh. Well. I was umm...I was going out too...to get...sunflower seeds.

Nora: Sunflower seeds? OH! Riiiighht! You're doing what I'm doing but we're not talking about what we're really doing!

Blake: Exactly. Have a good night with your pancakes Nora.

Nora: And you with your sunflower seeds!

*The two move by each other towards Ren and Yang's rooms in Atlas Academy*

Nora: Hey Blake?

Blake: Yes?

Nora: I haven't slept in a room on my own since I was eight. I just don't want to be alone.

Blake: I understand...and I know how you feel. Goodnight Nora.

Nora: Night Blake.

[im-catching-feelings]

All human beings listen up!

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I was lucky enough to read them years ago back when I wee youngun, and oooh they’re so much better than I can remember, absolutely fucking brilliant.

Delicious smut and heartbreaking angst riiiighht from the get go! Two chapters a week till Christmas (we’re already on chapter 4!) then the other four books at our disposal! Best. Christmas. Present. Ever!!

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Love ya @laceylesbos you’re fucking amazing

[archtroop]

Life here is so bizarre, I am sick at home, no contact with outer world, I get WhatsApp meme from our work WhatsApp, "Hey, if school's out we shoulda have some elections"*

And it's no holiday season rn, and schools get canceled only if there are one of two things falling from the sky, bombs or snow, and since snow is improbable, I am like, what did I miss,

So I open the news and, riiiighht, ofcourse. I should have known something is going on since I get Mossad advertisements on my pirate streaming site where I binge watch rn

And oh here it is again, on the front page of national news page, "hey we are recruiting!"

And first page news, jihad operative blasted, iron dome at full force over Gush Dan (further inner territory, rare stuff)

For real? That's how I am being aware there are bombings again?... Mossad ads on pirate streaming sites?

Also, "ok boomer" comes up now here in reference to our overlord and should-go-home-already Mr. Bibi, and you know it's ON when we bastardize US slang and add double meaning to it.

*Israel had three election days this past year (one for local authorities, two for prime minister, since the first was inconclusive... the second ain't conclusive either, we are bamboozled), becoming a running gag of some sort. Three national sabbaticals resulting in massive economical damage.