#I am not fine

[sorryimananti-romantic]

as a fellow deluyuyu looking out for another deluyuyu.. do NOT look at Yunho's Saitama Day 2 pictures 💀🧎🏻‍♀️🕳 we don't have the hotteok health insurance!!

bro.

YOU'RE TELLING ME WE WITNESSED THE YIPPLE???? HE ACTUALLY BROKE THE WALL DFKJGHJDFHGJKDF

AND HE LOOKED THIS HOT ANYWAY???

I. AM. NOT. OKAY.

[enii]

[thatsnotevenmyname]

Did I finish tsc or did tsc finish me?

[mistofstars]

When they run away from Smaug in Erebor and split up in little groups...

And Thorin runs away with Balin and Bilbo.

It gives me so many feelings.

Because ultimately, he chose the people he is ready to die with (didn't they all?).

And they follow him willingly, to whatever end 😭

[nishicchikouchi]

I WILL SHARE MY SUFFERING

[peepeepoopoomonster69420]

hi chat it's me again do u know anyone who sells copium i really need it at this point 😭😭

[timetravellingkitty]

any hysterical story you want to make up about north korea or china is true in india when we literally lynch our neighbours for eating meat

[c28hunter]

JOKER OUT METAL ALBUM WITH JURE MAČEK VOCAL WHEN?!

[nuclear-caffeine-addiction]

woah watcha dreamin about there charlie??

source: scuderiaferrari instagram

[yeonslayjun]

HELLO?!!?!??!?! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I AM NOT OKAY!!!!! AN UNDERWATER KISS?!?!?!?

AHH AHHHHHHHHHHHH HHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HUALIAN FIRST KISS I REPEAT HUALIAN FIRST KISS THIS IS NOT A DRILL PEOPLE AHHHHHHHHHHH

[mutantfactor]

Till The End Of The Moon | Tantai Jin

[shelleysmary]

something something....the bear being about the trauma you pick up from your family your job your history literally anything...the bear also being about the grace the inspiration you pick up from your family your job your history literally anything...chef terry took a phrase from her father and now it lives in carmy lives in luca lives in syd and marcus and richie, mikey couldn't find a healthy way to cope with his fear of failure but he told his brother to "let it rip" and now every single person who will ever step foot in the bear's kitchen will see "every second counts" "let it rip" thereby keeping alive bits of terry's father and carmy's brother. syd taking inspiration from a book given to her by her dad...the passing on of knowledge from chef to chef, the family recipes, marcus infusing his desserts with parts of their shared history...

[pheratina]

been reading all the young dudes lately, never watched harry potter, never will, just like fanfiction.

I have just been told they are all gonna die and... i am not fine.

[myfandomistingling]

LET THEM BE HAPPY!!!!

[frenchtoastwithabaconsmile]

Earth 42 Miles Struggles (Angst + Au!)

A/N - From a tiktok, Earth 42 Miles is apparently more skinnier than Earth 1610 Miles so... ANGST IDEAS, this is just a fic to show Prowler Miles struggles. To add on my fic, I headcanon that Prowler works with kingpin. I am not sharing the video cause tiktok plays unfair with me and leaks my tiktok account. Alsoo... I'm using a translator so sorry for the bad spanish. Side note, Is it safe to assume Miles is still 16 in this?

Credits go to!

Would like to say thank you for giving me permission to base this off the fic I'm making, that's all ^^!

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Miles stood behind Kingpin, his mask over his braided hair as he listened to his conversation with Dr. Olivia. Today was like no other, Kingpin plotting for the collider and Dr. Olivia telling him recent results.

He was not interested, to say the least. All he was worried about was his mom getting enough to eat and finishing his assignments before dawn.

He was getting slimmer and lankier by the second. But he didn't mind. Every time he lifted his shirt, he saw the faint outline of his ribs poking out his skin.

Not to mention his sunken eyes for staying up late to do his assignments and the missions Kingpin makes him go through. With every mission or assassination he has to go through, it's either a new bruise or a scratch or worse, a stitch.

He only sighed at the thought as Dr. Olivia nodded goodbye and Kingpin turned to look at him.

His shoulder couldn't help but tense as Kingpin slowly walked towards him.

"Go along now, I know you still have your homework or something," Kingpin said in his low voice and Miles nodded, his mask disassembling as he sauntered on outside but was suddenly stopped by Kingpin.

"Hey, Miles."

He slowly turned around but unexpectedly his cheeks were suddenly grabbed by Kingpin, dragging him back and pulling him close, Mile's head, cramped in Kingpin's palms.

He winces a little as his clawed gloves grasp onto Kingpin's arms as he's lifted up, one eye closed as he struggles against the grip.

"I heard what happened in the last mission. Don't mess up, alright?" He asks in a harsh whisper, if Kingpin closed his palms out of fury, Miles's head would be squashed.

Nothing much happened during the mission he went on but, if anything did happen, it would be bad for him and Kingpin.

Though killing the last scientist Kingpin assigned him to, the family walked in. It was horrifying for the family and Miles, Kingpin must've heard the news but no worries, he would deal with it.

"Yes, Boss.." He manages to muster. Kingpin shifts his gaze and his glare is bitter.

He clicks his tongue and he throws Miles back down on the ground, harsh and rough, making Miles groan. Miles blinks away stray tears and he gets up, pain shooting up his sides.

He limped on his way out, hissing in pain with each step he took. He rounded a corner and saw Dr. Olivia, already waiting for him with guilt shining in her eyes as she saw Miles holding his sides in pain.

She was different from Kingpin, she did care. She gave him food from time to time but not money. Miles didn't know why she did but he let it happen nonetheless.

He looked up at her and she held a plastic container. "Here, I had some leftovers." She whispered, extending her arm.

Miles used his free hand to take the food and limped past her, Olivia eyeing him as he left Alchemax, his breath shuddering from the pain.

On the way home, he changed out of his Prowler suit and reached home and already saw his mother waiting for him by the table and was expecting what she was gonna say.

"Miles, I can't cook today. Lo siento, cariño." She apologized, rising from her seat and cupping Miles's cheek as he smiled softly, just knowing his mother was safe,

"Te encuentras bien? Estás cojeando.." She muttered as she tucked a braid behind his ear, her eyebrows knitting together, noticing the way he held his side.

"Mom, it's fine. Traje comida." He assured her, holding up the plastic container, her eyes widened as she hesitantly took the food and set it on the table.

"Qué hay de ti?" She asked as Miles moved away from her hands, making his way to his room.

"I won't eat anytime soon... No comeré pronto… Tengo que hacer tareas y la comida se echará a perder porque para entonces ya la habré olvidado." He explained and he glanced over his shoulder.

"Just eat." He said softly and his mother sighed, guilty, her eyes begging him not to shut her out again. He didn't want his mother to be guilty about eating the food all by herself but he wanted his mother to be healthy and well even if he wasn't.

He walked into his room and he sunk in his chair, sighing and staring at the paper laid out before him. His shoulders were aching and his sides were still hurting, had Kingpin thrown him down too rough?

He walked over to the mirror and lifted his shirt, at first, he saw the vague outlines of his ribs on his skin but then, he saw the bruise, placed arrogantly on his sides.

He clicked his tongue and stared at the other scars on his body placed around him. None stuck out, he traced the stitch on his sides and he dropped the shirt, letting it cover him again.

These scars were painful, mentally and physically but he had to ignore those feelings, for his parents. He did this for a reason and complaining was not an option and he had already etched himself too deep in it to stand back.

He went back to the desk and sighed, rubbing his eyes and at that moment, he felt like his eyebags had deepened.

He picked up his pencil and his pen and started working on his assignments, and he wasn't stopping until morning.

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A/N - Hello!! Author again, hope you enjoyed that and please, tell me if you want more ^^! Possibly an X reader? Anyways, I'm sorry if it isn't to your liking :( It's okay though, people have different preferences, also credits to gab1sbestie and this hasn't been edited yet so there's gonna be mistakes, I assume. Thank you and that is all, have a great day!

[iamhisgloriouspurpose]

Dash magic—a double hit from @mastreworld. I'm fine, really.