#Chatterbug

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 21 thoughts:

Well that was sure a turn around from last arc's "I'm going to rally the students so I don't get captured."

I know my daughter has made some . . . mistakes, but I'm not a fan of her turning herself into the openly corrupted and also bad at their job parahuman cops.

(Parahuman cops as in "cops who police parahumans" not "cops who are parahumans")

Like look, I get it. A precog told her to cut ties. I can't say it's wrong to follow that advice. But she could do that in a lot of ways that don't involve the PRT.

The second not from Dinah just being "I'm sorry" is brutal.

But before she can turn herself in she has to absolutely fucking crush the PRT/Protectorate for outing her civilian identity.

I love how fucking simple taking out the entire PRT headquarters was for Skitter and her girlfriends!

Who needs anyone else? Bitch brings muscle, Tattletale brings information, Skitter brings battlefield control. Lesbian polycule power activate!

Was it an overboard response? Maybe. Was it badass how she just took out so many heroes and PRT troops with ease? Yes.

Poor Dovetail has one of the most embarrassing introductions ever. First time we see her and Skitter is wiping the floor with her and thinking about her "crummy power".

God I hate Tagg so much that he makes me miss Piggot. Like she was absolutely terrible, but he's worse! And making me miss Piggot makes me hate Tagg even more!

Kindly old cemetery groundskeeper who doesn't pay much attention to the news! Never a bad trope.

They gave Butcher 15 to Cherish???!? Like sure they give all the reasoning for it but like ... it just seems like a really high risk situation. If she ever gets out it's going to suck. A lot.

THE SCENE AT RACHEL'S PLACE OH MY GOD!

SHE IS BUILDING A COMMUNITY! I LOVE HER SO MUCH!

Rachel just over here finding everyone like her and giving them a place. Legit crying. Look at that fucking growth!

(Also shout-out to my wife for having basically done the same thing. It's how I met her. It's how I met one of my girlfriends. And so many other important people. So ya. I fucking love this.)

Also you ever like a girl so much you try to give her an entire planet? Cause Taylor sure has.

"Rachel I don't want you to be sad when I'm gone so you can basically have this whole other planet we found."

GGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!

Imp let Regent take control of her . . . welp. Like, I'm not really surprised by this. And in a different situation I wouldn't even really find it that weird. I'd do it with the right person. But combination of age and the situation they are in and Regent being Regent annnnnd ya. Welp.

I did love how much of the interactions between Skitter and Regent/Imp really was just her struggling with parenting two teenage supervillains.

IT'S NOT SO EASY, IS IT CHILD?!? MAYBE YOU'LL CUT ME SOME SLACK AND LISTEN TO MY ADVICE IN THE FUTURE!

(She won't)

I fucking LOVE that she made the bible themed hero kneel. Absolutely fucking amazing.

Oh shiiit, Skitter just flat dropped that guy multiple stories. Is she going to far?

. . . wellll, these guys do literally worship the Endbringers so I guess a little aggression is ok.

Damn, Valefor sure has some fucked up powers, I wonder what they're gonna do abou-

. . .

. . .

. . . . . .

. . . wellll, these guys do literally worship the Endbringers so I guess a little aggression is ok.

. . .

Yep.

. . .

. . . I think I preferred when she just used a knife.

So anyway

Not a fan of Taylor having more alone time with Brian (not because I have any issue with the idea, but because I think she needs to be focusing on her girlfriends), but I am a fan of her using bugs to clean her dress and fix her hair afterwords while Brian just kinda sits there and has to contemplate what he has gotten himself into. Queen shit.

Flechette was SO mad that Parian wasn't "cute" anymore, I couldn't stop laughing. Sure, she said "You had to take the playfulness away? The joy?" but we all know what she meant. Of course, it's won't take very long for the new costume to get Flechette's attention. (I have to mention that this is basically exactly what I said when reading the scene, and the interlude a few chapters later just proved me right.)

Flechette is just so hopelessly gay

Miss Militia is actually getting very mild respect from me right now. Like, she's still working for the cops but she is actually agreeing to silently push against some things. Now, she says she doesn't have more power then that but she is a very well known hero and if she would publicly speak out about certain things there is a decent chance she could do more. That would of course be putting her position at risk though. Which is why she only gets very mild respect right now.

OH MY GOD I DIDN'T JUST GET TO SEE TATTLETALE'S MURDER WALL, I GOT TO SEE HER ENTIRE MURDER ROOM!

Fucking multiple bulletin boards with threads connecting them. Everything color coded. Reference numbers to files with more details. Multiple TV screens, computer with constant information dump. God. It's like a literal representation of the inside of my mind while I read Worm. SO MANY THINGS TO FIGURE OUT!

I love a lot of characters, but Tattletale always stays near the top. She gets me.

And from the fucking joy of getting to see that setup I come crashing the fuck down.

Like, I have completely figured out at this point that Skitter is turning herself in. I know what is coming. She's had her moment with everyone else and Tattletale is the last one.

And then. Then just . .

No goodbyes.

😭😭😭😭😭

HOW DARE THIS BOOK MAKE ME FEEL MY OWN FEELINGS!! I'M TOO GAY FOR THIS!

I do find it hysterical that the PRT officers working the front lobby don't all recognize Skitter on sight. Fucking gas station employees will manage to keep track of people with pictures on the "bad check" board, you'd think the PRT could manage to have their officers keep track of the face of one of the most well know villains in the country, if not the world, who also controls their city. PRT is forever bad at their job.

That one guy did notice her eventually though, so I guess he gets to be employee of the month.

The Number Man interlude thoughts:

The inside of this mans mind is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen and the constant reminder of the horrible things he is helping Cauldron do to all their prisoners was very helpful because it was the only thing keeping me from deciding that The Number Man is a perfect soul that can do no wrong.

I have no illusions here. I am weak. This man is a monster and I should not have any trouble remembering that.

But fuck shit fuck oh god fuck I don't even need him to touch me. I just need him to TALK to me. I just need him to get high with me and let me pick apart how his mind works!

He understood numbers, and through them, he understood everything.

That line. Absolute killer. Fucking take me.

. . . anyway yes it's a very interesting interlude!

Loved seeing more of the inner workings of Cauldron

I very much want to see the final level of their basement that only the Doctor goes into because I said that I thought Cauldron had a dead (for values of dead that are non-definable) higher dimensional being in their basement back during arc 15 and now I know for sure that there is something down there. I wanna know if I was right!

Oh my god he was friends with Jack

"Friends"

Look I make everything gay ok? It's not my choice! Sure it means I get to enjoy every tiny bit of Wolfspider and Chatterbug cause I see all of it. But it also means I see the ships I don't want to think about!

I men what was I supposed to think when Jack said “We can live this. Together. Every waking second…”?

Gay

Parian interlude thoughts:

And speaking of gay!

Fucking Flechette just full blown "Fuck all of this I want you to tell me what to do for the rest of my life!"

Full U-Haul lesbian.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

This is Parian's new costume having an effect.

Just so gay. I love it.

Also Bitch just so fucking ready to break Skitter out. So fucking gay.

And the incredible loyalty, which is gonna hurt if she ends up feeling betrayed by Skitter.

Still gay though.

Tattletale, basically without powers, just completely giving Accord the "fuck off, we're in charge" was amazing. All she had to do was promise to consider his binders and he was all in. This poor man just wants somebody to read his ideas! He's like a aspiring screenwriter just begging people to read his script.

[sleepy-ghost-puppy]

uh oh bad time to be tiny rn

[bugtower]

I want to add onto this post my personal experience, I hope that's okay. Adding a cw for suicidal thoughts just in case.

I have been on T for almost 2 years, the first 1,5 of that was through,,, less than legal means. I was very lucky, there's a non-profit organization in my country that helps trans people get on HRT and they regularly send the batches they receive to the lab to get it checked and make sure there's no harmful substances in there, and getting medically approved needles and the like for injections without a prescription is possible and legal here. Everything went fine for me, including the 2nd time I had to order testosterone and it held up until I did finally get a prescription for T.

However, despite how well everything went for me transitioning through this route, I do not recommend anyone DIY-ing HRT.

For me, DIY-ing testosterone was a last resort. I had been majorly screwed over by the gender clinic i was on the waitlist for (keeping it vague on purpose) and, being fully aware of every single risk involved, i knew that if the testosterone didn't kill me I would've probably done so myself if I hadn't started at all. I knew I was/am physically really healthy, I informed my gp about my decision and he did check-ups every once in a while to make sure everything was still good, I also told everyone close to me what I was doing in case it Didn't go well. I feared for my life for the first few months on T about what bad things could possibly happen.

Yet I do want to say, that this decision is one of the best decisions I've ever made in my entire life. That is not something I'm going to lie about whilst adding my own experiences to a post about transmasc opression and how DIY is Not a safe and viable option for us. I feel more confident, I love the changes that my body has gone through since starting hormones (yes, even the change people consider "bad/negative/weird"), I can finally exist without wanting to crawl into a hole due to dysphoria and low self-esteem and mental health.

I was lucky, and I don't regret the decision I made. I only regret how i was pushed into a position where i had to make this choice in the first place. Choosing between putting yourself in danger or death is not a choice at all.

"you should just DIY your HRT" hey what if I told you that trans men/mascs can and have been arrested (and subsequently killed or put in serious danger) because of that. what if I told you that I spent weeks in jail being denied medical care for because of my (PRESCRIBED!!) possession of testosterone. what if I told you most of the methods of getting testosterone are extremely similar (and can be from the exact same sources) that people get other substances and can be massively triggering to addicts. HEY WHAT IF I TOLD YOU TRANS MEN ARE SYSTEMICALLY OPPRESSED

[bugtower]

born to drive a old shitty 2nd hand car i got for cheap, forced to save up for years to get a more expensive 2nd hand car because capitalism is a hellscape and i got no clue on how to fix cars

[puppyeared]

throws oc lore at u <3 (anton belongs to @poicyss )

[olichat-reads]

the way something in me BURNS whenever someone talks over someone else mid-speech

[cartoonemotion]

send me asks

[love-and-hisses]

Chatterbugs Pita, Pumpernickel and Crouton.

[pahtoosh]

mind reader

[image ID: a distraught Sebastian Stan looking at a sheet of paper. the paper has three sections. the first has three boxes labeled "yes", "no", and the last one with ellipses. the second one has three boxes labeled "please", "hugs", and "kisses". the last section has scribbles. the first section is in black and white and uses a mature font, while the second section is colorful and uses a playful font. /.end ID]

masterlist

18+

wc: ~1000 words

warnings: crowded mall. reader goes nonverbal. fluff

a/n: this was requested by @valetim09 ! thank you so much for your patience <3 I also want to add that everyone has a different experience with going nonverbal. this story is a reflection of my own. if anyone has a different experience and would like to share, I'd love to listen so I can write something different next time!

pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

summary: Bucky takes you to the mall and you go nonverbal.

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“Just one more store okay? You’re doing so good for me, bubba.” Bucky praised. 

You took a deep breath, a difficult feat while your Daddy had you speed walking across the mall. He led you to a store full of bath and shower products. The storefront was brightly decorated for the holiday season, twinkle lights dangled behind animal statues posing with bottles of soap. This display would normally have you tugging on Bucky’s sleeve, begging to take a look, but today it was just another addition to your overstimulation. 

“Okay we just need to grab washcloths, lotion, and the bubble bath set for your little friend.” He squinted at the list.

“Sweetheart, which scent did you want to get for them? We’ve got bubblegum and blueberry written down but they’re also crossed out.”

He looked to you for a response but figured you might be distracted by the display shelf in front of you. 

“It’s okay, we’ll just get both. Let’s keep moving.” He darted back and forth between aisles, trying to gather everything as quickly as possible. Your daddy was so distracted, he didn’t notice how overwhelmed you were getting. All the different, potent scents in the store were no help. For the moment, the only thing you could do was hold onto Bucky’s sleeve with one hand and use your other to cover your nose. 

It took Bucky a while to find the items. By the time you finished checking out and walked back into the mall, it had gotten significantly more crowded. Ever the strategist, your daddy held all the shopping bags in his vibranium arm so he could wrap his other arm around you and move both of your bodies as one to a faster exit. 

He let out a relieved exhale once entering the parking lot. “Oh man, that crowd was crazy, wasn’t it?” Bucky loosened his grip so he could look at you. You were clearly listening, but didn’t respond. 

He looked at you curiously. “What happened to my little chatterbug?”

You simply tugged his shirt and pointed to the car. 

“Okay, we’ll go home, baby. I know that’s what you’ve been wanting.” Bucky looked both ways before stepping off the sidewalk and walking to the car with you. 

He helped you buckle into your seat and placed the shopping bags in the trunk before sitting in the driver’s seat. Some days Bucky would have a chauffeur so that he could sit in the backseat with you, but today was not one of those days. 

After making sure it was safe to go, he wasted no time before pulling out of the lot and driving home. Bucky wanted to ask you if something was wrong, but he knew you’d be more comfortable discussing it at home. He settled for softly playing your favorite music and glancing at you in the rear view mirror once in a while. 

When you reached the house, one of Bucky’s employees put away the shopping bags as he led you upstairs. 

“You doin’ okay, baby?” He asked, holding your hand as you two walked towards your room. 

You shook your head. 

“Can you use your big kid words and tell Daddy what’s going on?”

You shook your head again. He helped you sit on your bed while he stood in front of you. 

“Okay then,” Bucky said, placing a hand on his chin. He looked at you carefully, as if he could tell what you were thinking if he just looked hard enough.

“Are you feeling extra tiny today?”

You shrugged, still looking up at Bucky unblinkingly. 

“Did something happen at the mall?”

You shrugged again. 

“Let’s try something new, sweetheart.” He went to your desk and picked up a crayon and a sheet of paper. “Can Daddy use these?”

You nodded. 

Bucky crouched down at your desk while he wrote on the paper. As with everything he did, he looked completely focused. His concentration face was a familiar sight when paired with the large oak desk in his office, but it looked a little silly and out of place with your bright, plastic table. The only seats available were a few floor cushions. He settled for sitting on the floor as to not mess up your cushions with his “outside pants”. You craned your neck trying to see what your daddy was up to. You could just barely make out a few letters before he was finished. He drew a few more lines, then handed you the sheet of paper with a hard book underneath and a new crayon. 

“Daddy made some ‘buttons’ for you, okay. You press this one to say yes, this one for no, and this one for I’m not sure. This spot is for you to make your own buttons. And this spot is if you want to write more. Does this help?”

You pointed at the “yes” button. 

His eyes lit up, then he complimented you for being such a fast learner. 

“Can you tell Daddy why you aren’t speaking right now?”

“Mall. Too much,” you wrote. 

“You got overwhelmed at the mall, bubba? And now talking is too much?”

“Yes.”

He let the crease in his brow deepen before taking a breath and relaxing his features. “I know we were supposed to have dinner with Natty and your little friends today, but how about we push those plans to another day? We’ll have a quiet night with just us. See if we can calm this baby down.”

You gave him a small smile. “Yes.” Then you created a new button. “Please.”

Bucky chuckled. “Even when you’re not speaking you’re still the smartest, most polite baby in the entire world. Can I give you some kisses?”

“Yes.”

He peppered your face with kisses until you were giggling and smiling so hard it hurt. You took things easy for the rest of the night, just watching tv, eating the dinner Bucky made, and listening to him read a book. You kept the button sheet that Bucky made in a special folder in case something like this happened again. After you added two new buttons labeled “cuddles” and “kisses” of course.

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 23 thoughts:

So much happened in so few chapters, how do I even break this down?!?

First off, Colin had better stop fucking bonding with my daughter! And apologizing and making amends for past wrongs! I'm a huge fan of redemption arcs and second chances and that is being used against me! JUST LET ME HATE THIS MAN!!!!!!

My bug daughter is in prison but that's almost like, a minor side thing? It barely matters right now except that it gives some background structure. Compared to everything else the prison bit is just . . . a thing.

I'm in tears over bug horse. I'm bawling. I may never recover. RIP Atlas, you were the best of us.

TAYLOR GOES TO THERAPY!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED!!!!!!

I love Jessica so much! She does such a good job. I want to bake her cookies as thanks but I'm not sure if that would trigger some type of conflict of interest.

Fucking Glenn. I want to hate him and love him all at the same time.

Is he an artist? Absolutely! He has a vision and it is beautiful.

But also if it comes down to "letting the world end or compromising said vision" he might be the kind of person who would watch the world burn with a tear running down his cheek, because at least it was beautiful.

Look I get it. My daughter is terrifying. But that isn't because bugs are scary. It's cause my daughter is terrifying. Making her use butterflies just means a bunch of people are gonna start having butterfly phobias.

Like come on, Clockblocker gets to break fundamental forces of the universe and cause people to question their very existence!

Do not try to tell me that someone getting time frozen and just . . . skipping a chunk of time because their mind is not part of the time stream for a few minutes would not provoke some deep thoughts of existential dread! Sure not in everyone, but not everyone is scared of bugs either! I just think it's very unfair.

The Adepts are fun. Sure powers aren't "magic" but might as well have fun with the idea! Besides it seems to be working and if I had powers I'd absolutely love to lean into a magical focus idea.

I am quite upset about the fact that during the whole Thirteenth Hour thing Weaver didn't get to shove bugs down Clockblocker's throat to save him. It would have been so poetic. Saving the day by shoving bugs down throats was still super amazing, I just wanted it to be Clockblocker.

It was the most extreme level of active awareness and minor "control" while being disabled that we've seen from Taylor so far though! Really curious to get more into that, the nature of passengers/shards, and all those things. I have so many thoughts, but they're all just speculation right now (I don't think writing 75 pages of theories that all end up being wrong is really gonna be very helpful).

“If anyone asks, you kicked their asses with butterflies.” Clockblocker gets it!

It was really cool to get more into different vibes of the world with the Vegas section! I love me some thinkers and strangers.

I'm very glad The Number Man used a sniper rifle. I would have been a little disappointed if he didn't after getting into his head in his interlude - it is just the perfect weapon for him. Motherfucker over here just bouncing bullets.

Finally got to see more Bambina after the little bit in arc 8. Her power is wild, I love it! Also Bambina's mom just shot right into the top contenders for "worst parent in Worm". Like, WTF lady.

August Prince is wild. Sucks when the most effective use of your power is "human shield" though.

Considering she had an interaction with The Number Man and Contessa, Taylor actually came out of it pretty good! Sure they lost the target they were trying to bring in, but I don't know that they really had a chance of keeping Pretender. Contessa isn't easy to stop.

The only problem I have with the Las Vegas Wards actions is hiring Bambina to break Pretender free. Otherwise ya, fucking ditch the Protectorate. Given the information they have it makes sense.

TAYLOR HAS FAN MAIL!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Grue's letter was way to heartfelt. Tattletale clearly wrote most of it.

Like come on: "I could hit you, hug you, yell at you and hold onto you for hours all at the same time. It’s fitting that I want to kiss you and throttle you at the same time because that’s what you were to me for a long time. You drive me crazy and I can never understand what’s going through your head." This is totally Tattletale! She couldn't flirt with Taylor in her own letter, she had to be sneaky about it!

"You’re an idiot. I want you to know that. You’re an idiot, Skitter. You’re brilliant and reckless and I’m betting it makes sense to you to do this but you’re an idiot." - also Tattletale.

LOOK I'M GONNA MAKE THIS SHIT GAY AND THERE ISN'T ANYTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME!!!!!!!

Imp's letter might be my favorite.

Tattletale's actual letter ends with "See you there, hun?" Just. So fucking gay. Sorry I don't make the rules.

Speaking of gay, Rachel's letter!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wolfspider wolfspider wolfspider!

Like I mean come on

"Being around you wasn’t simple or quiet but things made more sense.  Your minion with dark hair said we need to be around people but I’m around people and still feel somethings missing." GAY

"Going to take puppies to your place again soon. Show the kids to them. Might help." SO GAY

"You have plan, okay. But if your plan means you’re thinking about fighting us you should know I am getting very good at hunting and skinning things." HOLY SHIT IT'S THE MOST LESBIAN THING EVER

"We both stay alive. Try hard." TOP-TIER GAY SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!

GGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY

AND THE SCENE WITH THE CHILDREN!!! AND THE BUTTERFLIES! AND THE DICE!!!!!!!!!!!

dies of joy

Seriously, 23.4 is the most beautiful chapter in Worm so far and it'll be very hard for it to be outdone.

I could talk about just that chapter for pages. It was perfect in every way. Even if I knew it had to end with Behemoth pretty early on. There was too much hope in that chapter for it to end any other way.

But in the middle of all that downward "oh fuck it's Behemoth" stuff we got an Undersiders reunion! With so much gay!

Like - “But you guys mean a lot to me.  I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, but I couldn’t without letting on that something was going on.  You’re my family, in a way.  As lame as it might be, I love you guys.” My head turned from Grue to Rachel to Tattletale as I said it.

SO FUCKING GAY

She starts at Grue sure but ends with Rachel and Lisa when saying "I love you". Certified gay.

So gay that even Imp agrees! Though I've been doing the long drawn out “Gaaaaaaayyyyyyy” since like arc 2. So Imp is a bit behind the curve here.

TAYLOR WANTS TO GO ON A DOG PARK DATE WITH RACHEL! IT'S THE MOST LESBIAN DATE POSSIBLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!

Weaver's new flight suit is pretty neat. Dragon is a pretty good big sister.

Cody Interlude thoughts:

THIS motherfucker! I was waiting for him to show up again.

I am so mad. I'm so fucking mad.

Cody is the worst. He's pathetic and dumb.

And Accord just has to go and get killed by him in the dumbest way! GOD DAMMIT ACCORD I SIMPED FOR YOU SO HARD!!! AND THEN YOU DIE TO CODY! OF ALL PEOPLE! YOU CAN'T BE COOL IF YOU DIE TO CODY!

Chevy too! I thought he was cool and all, but he had to die to Cody. God. The worst.

ALSO MY BABY GIRL HE TRIED TO HURT MY BABY! THE ONE WHO ISN'T MY DAUGHTER!

SOMEBODY HELP TATTLETALE!

I did like seeing more of the mechanics of the Yàngbǎn after getting hints about how they work in the Lung interlude.

The power sharing plus the power amplification is a pretty broken combo tbh. Feels like there is some pretty neat stuff that could be accomplished with that.

Fuck this man though. Simmy just had to whisper to him and just dove right in. Cody can't even conceptualize what fighting back means, that would require him to grow as a person in literally any way.

Sucks for the Behemoth fight though. I guess my daughters are going to have to save the day. Again.

[sleepy-ghost-puppy]

Oh my gosh hi!!! Im sorry i forgot about this blog but I'm back!

[neristudy]

Android app for German Learning

Do note * - it is means that I use apps only with apk/premium unlocker, bc for one reason or another, free version of the app is not usable/not so great.

And yes, I have duolingo as well - but we all had it at some point, so heh.

LingoDeer*:

great for picking up vocab;

better prononciation than in Duolingo;

though it is quite better for asian languages.

Chatterbug:

German videos;

German "shorts" like Youtubes/TikTok one;

Learngerman DW:

Basically cheating, bc we all love DW here, and if you don't - check it out, it is really great;

Easy German:

Learn german by reading newspaper articles!

Seedlang*:

Similar to an old duolingo with its tree, but quite lacking w/o premium.

LingQ*:

Read, listen, add your own sites/apps/videos for it to create a captions in German!

Create flashcards.

Readle*:

Great app with a lot of short stories to test your reading skills;

little test at the end of each text to check if you understand what you have read;

Voice overs for every text!

Flashcards:

Better than Anki for me, since it is a lot easier to set up;

Avaliable voice overs for both sides of a flashcard.

Beelinguapp*:

App for reading!

Have a split screen and read 2 text (in your native & in German) at the same time;

Create flashcards~

[bugtower]

just saw someone on instagram say "crying is girl core change my mind" i know it wasn't meant to be that serious, but hows about we stop gendering emotions in the fuckass year of 2024 please release me

[olichat-reads]

Mountain

Bakugou x reader

Summary: Your love for Bakugou is like a mountain but even mountains crack & crumble eventually, don't they?

Warnings: angst :D like all the way. its just angst. maybe w a sprinkle of fluff. major character death not katsu dw.

A/n: its one in the morning & i chose violence 😂😌 here's to the first proper angsty fic i've ever written. please join my mourning.

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"Hey, Katsu. I know this is pretty selfish of me. And I know this will be nothing but a nuisance to you. Even so.." you trailed off, lifting your gaze off the ground to meet those ruby eyes you've fallen for, practiaclly beaming up at him.

"I like you, Katsuki!"

That was the day it all started, the day your friendship changed.

Bakugou & Y/n. The two of you were a well known pair amongst the students in UA & everyone in your presence in general. Everyone knew the explosive blonde who was loud, rash & rude, the ambitious Bakugou Katsuki who vowed to devote his life to become the future number one hero.

Then there was you, his bestfriend since childhood. The complete opposite of the angry blonde- a good natured, friendly chatterbug who is seemingly blind to her bestfriend's outright menacing demeanor, Bakugou's happy second shadow he can't seem to get rid of. You made quite the jarring pair indeed. But being friends with Bakugou came to you easily.

It was no wonder loving him felt just as simple. Regardless of your feelings being unrequited.

Somehow, despite having attempted crossing the line of platonic friends, you managed to keep your friendship with Bakugou. Persistent enough to stay by his side. Never allowing things to be awkward. Sometimes it felt like nothing ever changed, like you were the same annoying bestfriend that stuck by him growing up.

And sometimes you'd randomly blurt out your feelings for him when he so much as buys you your favourite drink on a whim.

"Aahhh Katsuki I love you-"

"Why the fuck must you go out & say it at the weirdest times?!"

"I can't help it! I have so much love for you y'know? Sometimes it just overflows! Especially when you're so nice to me!"

"I'm never being nice to you again, dammit!"

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Every valentine's day held a memory Bakugou obtained against his will.

"Bakugou Katsuki, please go out with me!"

"Hah? Is this whats got you so damn twitchy all day?"

"Aw come on! I'm asking out the guy I like here. Of course I'm nervous!" You pout childishly, still holding out the black box of chocolates wrapped neatly in an orange bow.

"Tch. As if you haven't been doing that every other day for the past 2 years. Whats left to be nervous about?" He rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of it all. Shifting his attention to the box in your hands, he narrowed his eyes as if it personally insulted him, before returning his annoyed gaze to you.

"You know I'm not taking it. When are you going to learn that this ain't going nowhere, hah?"

"Ugh, you meanie," you huffed, flopping down in Midoriya's empty seat, spinning it round to face the grumbling blonde's desk. "Its always worth a shot," you mumbled out. Undoing the the ribbons, you'd open the box & share the chocolates with him. Chattering about your internship & studies as if you didn't just got rejected by him.

☆

He asked once, after rejecting you yet again, if you were ever going to give up on your feelings for him. If you were ever going to realize that your efforts were futile & there was nothing for you to keep fighting for.

"I can't give up so easily, silly! My love for you is so heavy, it feels like I'd suffocate sometimes you know. Its like- like a mountain!" You explained eagerly, hands waving in the air to emphasis your point.

"Tsk. And what happens when you run out hm? What happens when that mountain chips away bit by bit, until there's nothing left?"

He'd seen it that day. Something flickering in your eyes just for a second, disappearing before he could put a finger on what it was, replaced by that same stupid smile you always wore.

"Wah~ I'd actually be crushed, huh? Who knows if I'd survive~" you sang out playfully.

It was hurt.

He recognized it now. Who knew how many more times you've blinked that look away, locked up the agony he inflicted upon your heart that only yearned for him to accept its love. How many times that stupid smile masked the heartbreak underneath. How many times he convinced himself it was fine, because you were smiling. That you were fine.

"Goddamn idiot."

☆

Your love for him was like a mountain, you'd say. He wondered if it hurt, every time he chipped of a piece by his harsh words. He wondered if it pained you everytime his rejection made a little of that love crumble.

There were times you'd appear at his door in the middle of the night. So late, that you didn't wear that smile & he didn't yell at you for waking him up, both of you too tired to keep your own walls up to notice the others' was down. You'd look so tired, so small & frail, like a broken soul defeated by life itself. Yet something would still faintly sparkle in your eyes, no matter how dull, when you looked up at him apologetically.

Neither of you would speak. You'd climb into bed with him & hide away in his chest. He'd never see it, having you curled uo so tightly against him, but he knew you'd cry yourself to sleep, feeling the tremble in your body & the tears soaking his shirt. He'd stay awake until your breathing finally evened out.

He'd never ask you. Everything seemed like a dream the next day. He'd wake up alone, no signs of your late night visit. He'd see you in class as usual, the spark back in your eyes as bright as ever, as if it never dimmed in the first place. You'd act as you always would, bubbly & way too excited.

He never knew what had you crying on those nights.

He'd be convinced he dreamt up the night before if you didn't address it in your own subtle way.

When Mina & Kaminari would go on their daily pestering about your blatant crush on your bestfriend. Moaning for you to just go out with one of them instead, whining why you'd waste your feelings on their grumpy friend while you giggled at their antics.

"How could I not love Katsu," you'd say, subtly locking your eyes with him from across the classroom. Something soft & grateful in your gaze before you turned back to your noisy friends.

☆

Your heart seemed thethered to him no matter what he does.

He remembered the time you burst into recovery girl's office. You've been away on your internship. You must have heard about his incident from your classmates when you got back. Knowing them, they must've made a bigger deal off his injuries than they actually were.

He'd jump slightly as the door slammed open to reveal you- wide eyed & panting. Your frantic gaze searched the room until they landed on him, scanning him for the severity of his injuries.

Having seen he was okay, that he was conscious & well, you all but fell to your knees, the last of the adrenaline seeming to have drained from your exhausted body.

"Fuck," you breathed out a shaky laugh. "Fuck, Katsu. That's bad for my heart."

He saw you crying that night, tears wetting your cheeks & dripping off your face. Yet you still wore that smile, as wobbly as it was.

He hated that stupid smile.

Even now, as you lay on the hospital, it never leaves your face. That dopey, lovesick expression looked terribly out of place on your broken body.

"I thought you loved me, hah? Was that a lie? If you love me then hold on, you little shit. You want me to love back, don't you? Then, stay alive. Don't you dare die on me now or I'll kill you myself, you hear?" He heard his own voice crack, felt his cheeks grew wet, but he didn't care.

"Fuck. Fuck. I love you too, you fucking dumbass."

You laughed at that. It sounded wrong. Weak & frail, muffled by the oxygen mask that was barely helping your shallow breaths. Yet, it was just as melodic as Bakugou remembered. It has always been such a pretty sound.

"Thank you, Katsu."

☆

Standing at the edge of the beach alone, he felt as though he could almost hear you laughing by his side as he looked on at the blue sea. Just as you did all those time you pestered him into going to 'your favourite place in the entire world' you claimed.

"Because this is the place I fell in love with you," you'd tell him every single time. Recalling the day your entire world changed & your heart grew twice its size with love for your bestfriend.

"Sounds fucking cursed." His response the same each time as he watched the waves crash into the shore, lightly lapping at his feet.

And you'd laugh something so happy & free in the golden light of the setting sun, the bubbly joy so contagious, he couldn't help but crack a smile.

He holds onto the memory, keeps it safe in his heart as to never forget what your laughter sounded like, worried one day he'll forget.

Its been awhile since he heard it after all.

5 years felt like forever with the emptiness you left behind.

His life felt too quiet with you no longer around to fill the silence. It left his heart heavy. He could almost hear your teasing at the thought.

'I thought you said you'd enjoy the peace & quiet when I'm no longer around, hm, Katsu? Gonna finally admit that you were wrong?'

It was a weird feeling. He knew you so well, he could guess what you'd say to him as if you were still around. Could almost hear it, to the point it felt like he was talking to a ghost of you.

Somedays it was comforting. Other days it felt like a knife twisting in his chest.

"I miss you, stupid."

'I know, Katsu.'

Sometimes Bakugou wondered.

If he hadn't left so many cracks in your mountain, if he hadn't let it crumble & chip away along the years, would you have had enough love to stay alive?

🌟

A/n: i can't believe i actually wrote this in one sitting. i feel like i'd hate the formating when i reread this tomorrow morning. but hey i hope you enjoy the read. or broke your heart. one of those.

[five-nights-at-artsys]

speaking low, do what I'm told

[or: the former instructor learns something about the head technician.]

for Phone Guy Month, prompts 20 and 21 - Family/Friends and Truth/Lies!

Davis didn't realise how loud he shrieked as Foxy's hook grabbed his lower leg and tore a good chunk of flesh and skin from it. He didn't know what the hell it wanted to do to him, but it can't be good.

Things were a bit of a blur, for a moment. One second he's fighting for his life, and the next thing he knows, Foxy is lying there — deactivated, at least for now, his hook right next to his bleeding leg — and the night shift guard is checking up on him.

"Y-you okay there—?" Scott asked, approaching him.

"What do you think?!" he snapped. "My leg got fuckin' pierced— I could've died!"

"S-sorry, sorry— Just— L-look, uh, I-I'll patch it up— We have a medkit for these kinds of situations near here."

As the other man searches for the medkit, he let out a heavy sigh. "Just- Just grab the bandage and toss it to me. I'm not a kid, I can do this on my own."

". . . a-are you sure?" he said. "Look, um, just . . . let me help, o-okay? You're clearly—"

"It's fine." He grits his teeth. ". . . as fine as it could be anyways. But hey, 'least it wasn't—"

. . bad joke?

". . . p-please don't."

Bad joke. ". . sorry. Just— Needed to lighten up the mood somehow, y'know?"

Judging by the lack of response, the guard doesn't seem to think the same. And . . yeah, that's fair. Most of the older employees would rather not be reminded of the many, many past incidents at Fazbear's — Not even as a joke.

The guard quickly handed him the bandage, before looking at what remains of the near-horrific incident. Foxy's still lying down — right, Davis remembers now, he tased the damn thing (not his proudest moment, but it's either that or get hurt even more) — and, well, frankly, the backstage's even more of a mess than usual.

But instead of commenting like he had expected the man to do — he was always a bit of a chatterbug — he insteads picks up the lone camcorder on the floor.

. . wait.

Shit. Shit. He was supposed to record the maintenance session for their boss, but Foxy's attempted attack on him made him completely forget about that.

"Is- Is that thing still recording?" he quickly asked the other man. .

. . to no real response. ". . what even . . happened here . . ?"

". . Hello? Earth to Ralph, everythin' okay?"

Is he zoning out again? He can't imagine the night shift being particularly kind to one's health and mind. Especially here, with all the rumours of the damned place being haunted. . .

. . . and considering what he himself heard and saw before the attack, seems like not even people who wouldn't be in the night shift otherwise are safe, apparently.

(Is this place actually—

No, that's. . . That's silly.

that can't actually be his kid calling out to him, right?

god. god, he's so sorry, fritz, if that truly was him calling out to him.)

". . y-you know, Davis, you, uh, kind of sound like my brother. I never really noticed that."

. . .

Wait what.

Hold on, did he speak with his actual voice earlier–? He usually tries to fake it at least somewhat, especially around Scott — God knows what hell of a conversation that would arise, considering . . .

Davis could only really force a chuckle out of his mouth. “Really? Oh- Oh wow, must've been a—”

Ohhhh shit.

Ahem, his throat cleared, and a voice adjusted a moment too late. "—I- I mean—"

"Phillip, h-how long are you going to keep lying to me?"

. . .Ah.

Fuck.

There's no use doubling down at this point. Better to just get it over with.

"Look, Scott, I can explain—"

"Oh, c-can you?” Even with the stammer, it was clear as day that he was seething. "G- Go on! E-explain, then — Explain why y-you disappeared off of the f-f-face of the earth and- And then reappeared with a- a new identity and pretend you're somebody else—!"

"Whoa, whoa, Scott—" Davis Phillip backs away a bit — As best as he could when he now has a slight limp to his leg. "Listen, I'm sorry — I really am — but I've got my reasons, I—"

"D-do you?!" Scott yelled, holding back tears. "Do you now?! Wh-what is it?!” And that’s when he grabbed the older man by the collar of his shirt, and continued to cry and ask, "Tell me, what is it?!"

Phillip thought he had found the right words to say if a day like this ever comes. But with his younger brother's sudden outburst, he finds himself frozen in place.

How long has he been holding back all of that anger?

"I- I was just trying to find out—"

"It's- It's about Fritz, right? You're. . . still looking for him. .?"

". . you could say that." Phillip sighs. "It's more like . . I'm investigating this restaurant in general, but if I can find out what happened to him, that'd be great."

There was a long pause between his words. ". . . Foxy's not supposed to have any lines relating to a dad, right?"

". . no? I- I don't think we established any parents for Foxy, at least."

". . well, guess that answers it."

"Wait- Why'd you ask?"

Phillip quickly readjusts his technician uniform. Scott's not that strong, but apparently he's got enough strength to somewhat mess up the part of the jumpsuit that he grabbed earlier. "Take a wild guess."

The guard thought about it for a good moment or two, before the realisation dawned on him.

". . oh. Did. ."

The technician nodded. "Can't believe out of all the places that are rumoured to be haunted, this shitty pizza place's the one with actual ghosts."

He thinks he hears Scott mumble something under his breath, before looking back at him. ". . Oh, Phil, could I ask something of you?"

"Shoot."

". . can you . . . maybe try and keep this a secret?"

". . .Keep . . what a secret?" There's a lot of things you could talk about regarding tonight.

"Uh. Everything, preferably? Wh-what happened with Foxy, this conversation . . just. . don't mention it to anyone, 'kay?"

That's . . . a reasonable enough request, he supposed.

And yet, a sense of dread starts to form in the pit of his stomach. ". . why, though? It's not like anyone would believe some crap like, 'Ooo, I saw a dead kid's ghost and then one of the animatronics tried to attack me'! Right?"

". . doesn't mean it'd be. . uhm, great, if something like that ever comes to light. For the franchise, a-at least."

"This damn restaurant's circling the drain anyways! Who cares about a dumb rumour or two to the pile?!"

"Please. Just for once, Phil— Please just shut your mouth a-and keep a secret," Scott begged.

"And what if I don't?"

One of Scott's eyes start to twitch, just a little bit. ". . then. . well, I guess I'll tell Mr. Afton who you are."

Oh.

Oh God No. "Hey— Don't fuckin' snitch on me!"

"Look- H-how about we make a deal? I don't talk about who you actually are, and you don't talk about what happened tonight. Deal?"

The pit in his stomach is still there, very much so, but . . . he would really rather not want to deal with any bullshit that may come up from his real identity being revealed. So with a heavy heart, he answered, "Yeah, deal, whatever. I can do that, I guess. Just don't tell anybody else 'bout- Y'know."

". . don't worry about it. I could keep secrets well, I'd say." A faint, insincere smile forms on Scott's face. His own little way to lighten up the mood, when things were tense.

As Phillip leaves for home, a part of him still thinks about his brother's smile.

God, he's such an awful man.

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