#I'm glad we lost him without ever knowing his past identity

[pimsri]

In Defiance of Death

[bubble-popping]

day 28? four whole weeks! more of the au from the past two days :)

After what seemed like a hundred ventilations and a thousand chest compressions, Dream finally felt their body twitch. He pulled away immediately, watching as they seized and coughed before abruptly sitting up to expel the water in their lungs in sharp bursts. All the tension fell from Dream's shoulders in an instant. "Oh, thank God! Are you alright?" Dream asked, though he wasn't really expecting an answer. He waited until their fit of rough coughs and stuttering gasps passed to place a hand on their shoulder. He promptly regretted it.

They flinched away, hissing as they turned to glare at him. Yet, inexplicably, the look dropped as they seemed to stare in utter bewilderment.

"S-sorry!" Dream raised his hands in placation. "I didn't mean to scare you." They didn't respond. They simply stared, vivid green eyes wide and unblinking.

Actually, when Dream really focused, their eyes were identical to eyes of ender. He should know, he'd held, thrown, and followed the spheres hundreds of times.

"Woah..." he breathed, now extremely intrigued. "Who, or what, are you?"

Though visibly reluctant, they opened their mouth as if to speak, only for another set of coughing to start.

"Oh! Right, sorry. Um, do you have any other-" Before Dream could finish his sentence, in the middle of trying to see if they had any other injuries, he found they were, in fact, a he. "OH, wow, uh, here!" He spotted his cloak just a few feet away and snatched it up to wrap around the creature's form, effectively hiding his entire form in the dark green fabric. "There we go. I know it's not much, but it's something." Hesitantly, the being tore his eyes from Dream's face to look down at the article of clothing. Dream saw a flash of something in his gaze, as if he somehow recognized it. He didn't usually wear the cloak, especially not on manhunts where it'd just be in the way, so he wasn't sure how that was possible. But, seeing that it managed to calm the creature, judging from the way his shoulders lost some of their tension, he was glad he brought it along on this trip.

Dream suddenly jolted. Shit! He was supposed to be heading home!

"Well, since you seem okay now, I'm gonna go. My friends are probably worried about me," he explained, despite knowing the creature likely had no idea what he was saying, and gathered his stuff from the bank of the river.

Without a second thought, he once again started walking towards Home.

He heard shuffling behind him, assumed it was the strange creature leaving as well, until the unmistakable sound of an enderman reached his ears.

Dream froze then twisted back around to find the maybe-enderman standing, clutching the cloak around his shoulders and staring down at him.

"Woah, wait, is that what you are? An enderman? Can you say something else?" Now very intrigued because no enderman he'd ever seen before looked even remotely similar to the one in front of him, Dream walked back to him.

For whatever reason, he also seemed surprised by his own sounds when he vwooped.

"Wait, this is so cool then! Oh, I gotta show you to my friends. They'll totally freak out!" Dream giggled mischievously to himself. "My name is Dream, by the way, I just remembered I never said that." He held out a hand, somehow again forgetting there was no way an enderman understood what a handshake was. The enderman stared at him--clearly not having a problem with eye contact like normal endermen--as if he was the weird one.

Yet, he shook his hand. But when Dream glanced down, something else far more important overrode his brain.

"OH MY GOD, you have toe beans like a cat! That's so cute!!" Unable to help himself, the runner took the larger hand into his two and started pressing at the smooth, lime green pads, causing his claws to repeatedly lengthen and retract.

Unfortunately, his fun was cut short by the buzzing of his communicator. "Okay, okay, already!" He directed his anger at the device before looking back to the albino enderman. "Um, do you think you could come with me so my friends can see you? They won't hurt you, I promise, I just wanna see the looks on their faces. They're gonna be so confused. So, what do ya say?"

[stuckytoyoulikeglue]

I've been wanting to get my thoughts on Steve's ending off my chest for literal years and I read something earlier that finally prompted me to write it all down.

This is entirely my own, personal, biassed opinion.

I do not want a fight. Or even a 'healthy debate', if I'm being honest.

If you don't agree, that's cool, just move along, nothing to see here.

Please don't be mean, I'm a delicate flower and I can't take it.

So... Like most of the people I've come across in my preferred branch of the fandom, I didn't love Steve's ending.

Unlike a lot of people, I didn't actually have a problem with the end result, just the motivation behind it.

Chris was done, Steve needed to be written out, Tony founded the universe and deserved to be its ultimate saviour, so the best case scenario was to give Steve a happy ending. I'm glad he got a happy ending. I love him, I wanted him to be happy.

But...

The exact same story arc, only without it being his choice, would still have given him the happy ending that Marvel presumably wanted for him. It would have given him the girl that got away, and the chance to finally live the life that he thought he'd lost, and all without betraying his character.

I still think it was incredibly dumb not to leave him trapped in the past (and making the most of it) after returning the stones, rather than having him choose to walk away (from everything, but especially Bucky, no matter how you see their relationship), but one thing that I keep seeing posts about (some joking, but most not), that I do not get at all, is why so many people seem to think that everything else would have played out exactly the same, just with him as Peggy's hubby instead of the man she married in the MCU timeline (I'm not debating here whether that was Daniel or not).

Yes, Steve's character was damaged by his choice to walk away, but he's still Steve. He wouldn't have sat idly by and watched Hydra sink its claws into the SHIELD Peggy was building in front of him. He wouldn't have just left Bucky to stew in Siberia. We don't even know if he actually put down the shield for any real length of time.

After all, he didn't return to pass it on to Sam until he was an old man, and the shield he passed along was a different shield. Maybe it was a new one that was made for him after his old one was lost to the ice, maybe he had it made specially to give to Sam, who knows? But what we do know as a result, is that whatever happened in his new timeline, it was not the same as what happened in ours.

Personally I choose to believe that Bucky lives next door, the Starks come round for tea most weeks, and everyone just dotes on ickle baby Tony, not least his dad. They're still in touch with the rest of the Howlies, though they don't get to see them as often as they'd like, and ideally Zola is rotting in a cell somewhere.

Admittedly, I'm not sure what I reckon happened to the original Steve from that timeline. Maybe he didn't survive the ice, maybe they defrosted him early and the two Steves started a rota for playing Cap so they both get a chance to actually have a life in between punching bad guys. Maybe he's living in sin with Bucky, pretending he's our Steve's identical twin brother if anyone ever sees them both at the same time. It doesn't really matter.

My point is that damn near anything could have happened in that new, mysterious universe, because the only certainty we have is that it was exactly like ours until Steve went 'back' to it, and it was definitely not the same as ours from that point on.

Butterfly effect and all, Steve's mere existence guarantees that it's different and, as I already mentioned, the shield that he gives Sam provides concrete proof of it.

Of course, I'm not saying things necessary played out any better. Maybe SHIELD didn't fall, but the governments of the world did. Maybe Steve saved Bucky only for him to be hit by a bus mere weeks after he brought him home to Brooklyn. But in no world did Steve sit there casually tossing a salad while fully aware that his brainwashed best friend was off to murder the president.

That is all (for now).

PS. I love Peggy. I'm still miffed they cancelled Agent Carter. I don't think having her marry Steve in an alternate timeline takes anything away from who she was or what she built in ours. Her legacy is entirely intact in our world, and in another world she was doubtlessly equally kickass, she just got to have Steve too.

[msookyspooky]

I am so glad you liked it babes!!! It legit pained me to write the ending bc Randy and y/n are endgame idc idc.

BUT i've decided to bestow some mercy and write a part two with a happy ending. 😌😘💗

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Once Randy left, you finally allow yourself to cry. Hot tears flow down your face and to stop yourself from totally breaking down, you put your hand over your mouth to cover any sounds, the only sound is muffled crying as you slide down the wall and curl yourself into a ball.

If only Billy, Stu, and James could see you now. They'd get a kick out of it.

Gathering your nerves, you pick yourself up from the floor, you make way to the bathroom and turn on the shower.

You don't even bother to turn the light on, just letting the night light give off a small glow.

You catch your reflection in the mirror. Your eyes were red and puffy and tears stained your cheeks. But you didn't care. You just lost your best, and only, friends in a matter of seconds.

All because you decided two help two psychos who seen too many movies.

You gripped and stared down at the drain as you tried to hold in tears. You were suffering the consequences of your idiotic actions and you had no idea how to claw your way back to the land of the living.

Why did you ever agree to help those pricks in the first place?

The more you thought about Randy and Dewey, the more you felt your throat grow harder to breathe in as you choked out a pitiful sob followed by your building tears finally overflowing from your eyes.

After the shower and some loud sobbing, you step out and go into your bedroom and quickly change into a tank-top and sweats.

You hear the floor creaking and before you realize what was going on, you quickly grab the gun from the drawer and aim it but you don't pull the trigger.

"Miss us, sweet cheeks?"

Your eyes widen as Billy and Stu come into view.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Missed ya!" Stu says, throwing himself on your bed and grabbing your teddy bear, the teddy bear Randy had won you at a carnival a few years ago. You send Stu a glare as you snatch the bear away from him and place it back into place.

Billy stands in place, his arms crossed, not saying anything.

"No, seriously, why the fuck are you two here?"

"Business," Stu jokes.

Again you send him a glare before turning to Billy, hoping he could give you a serious answer.

"We won't be long. We just wanted to tell you that we think we know who the killer is."

"No. I'm done."

"But, sweet cheeks," Stu starts.

You cut him off. "No, shut up. I've lost my two best friends today. All because I had to help you two shit heads."

"What do you mean?" Billy says.

"I told him that you were alive and I knew and that I was helping you."

"You did what?!" Billy says.

Normally, you would flinch. You've did it with James whenever you would fight or in the past when Billy or Stu would raise their voices. This time though, you truly didn't care.

'Yeah. Now, I want you gone. I want you to leave and get the fuck out of my life. For good."

"Your life would be so boring without us, admit it," Stu says.

"I think I would sleep a lot better."

"You really want us to leave and stay away?" Billy asks.

You nod. Pack, skip town and go to a different state or even country, change your identities, and don't contact me again. No letters, no texts, no calls."

Stu sighs as he gets up from the bed. "Fine. But you're going to miss us."

"Doubt it. Now, get the fuck out. Now." You pointed the loaded gun at them both.

They didn't say anything as they both nod and leave. You make sure they actually leave before you try to find Randy and Dewey.

You find the duo at a motel.

"Please, Ra-" you stop yourself, "Randy. Please let me in."

Randy sighs before letting you in.

You sit at the edge of the bed, trying not to give into the urge to just break down in his arms.

"I know this is all my fault, Randy. It was my decision to help them and I should have told you immediately."

"You really should have," Randy points out.

You nod. "Is there any way for me to forgive me?"

To your surprise, Randy begins to wipe the tears that were streaming down your face. "I already did."

"You have every right to be - wait, you do?"

He nods. "I do. I talked to Dewey about it and he still seems to trust you and if he trusts you, I trust you."

You let out a sniffle. You were one-hundred percent sure your eyes were again red and puffy but you didn't care. "Randy I am so sorry. After you left, they broke into my house and I told them to leave."

"You did?"

"Yeah. I told them to leave me alone forever or get a bullet in the brain."

Ray bends sits down to you. "That must have been a heavy burden."

You nod. "Yeah. But that's all behind me now. I am sorry. Truly, I am sorry. I just...never had a safe place to land, you know?"

Randy nods. He then slowly interlocks your pinkie with his before fully intertwining your hand with his. "I can be your safe place."

You are a good, kind, talented soul thank you 🖤🥺😭

[qqueenofhades]

The photo set you reblogged of Yusuf and Niccolo helping throughout time just filled me with so many happy feels and it made me realize that it seems so common in media with immortal couples that they take breaks from each other and reconnect after a few decades. Which is a great trope but seeing these two that seems to have been attached at the hip since the day they met just fills me with all the heart eyes.

(I haven't read your fanfics for them yet. I know I'm a bad fan but if it helps I havent been able to read anything since all this started but while writing this ask I got the feeling that all this rambling I spewed out is a big theme)

Hush. Bad fan nothing. We all are coping with this stupid, awful year in different ways, some of us by escaping into fandom and some of us being unable to engage with it and some of us doing both or anything else. You certainly don’t owe me or anyone any obligation to interact with our content, fic or otherwise. So just to have that there on the top. You’re good, hun. :)

ANYWAY, thank you for giving me a chance to meta a bit on the boys and their relationship and to have a window into what my brain looks like pretty much 24/7 these days. (I blame them.) I keep thinking about all the ways this couple is depicted in the TOG film and how lovely it was and how unusual it is for me to have an OTP where I actually love them in canon and don’t need to violently disavow it in order to create AU fan content with just the characters. (See: Timeless, Game of Thrones, pretty much any show I’ve hyperfixated on at some point.) I love AUs anyway, because that’s the way my brain works, but the fact that I can also enjoy canon just as much is rare for me and for a lot of us. I saw a post somewhere remarking on how the fanfic for Joe/Nicky isn’t fixing anything, which is usually the point of transformative fanworks: we take something that canon atrociously fucked up and fix it. But in this case, all our interpretations are based on actually appreciating the way they’re presented in canon and wanting to enjoy that and uphold it, and that -- especially with a couple like this one -- is shocking??

Like. Despite my historian gripes about the occasionally incongruous details for their graphic-novel backstories (which are the only things I HAVE fixed in my fics), I’m just... deeply appreciative of the care which everyone, writers and actors and all else, put into depicting Joe and Nicky and their relationship. And god YES, one of the things I love the absolute MOST is that they’re a loving, faithful, committed, happy married queer couple over centuries, and that seems to be the case for as long as they’ve known each other/ever since they got together. (See Booker’s “you and Nicky always had each other.”) These fools can’t sleep apart from each other even when they’re stuck on a freight train in the middle of nowhere, they flirt like teenagers at dinnertime and even when they’re strapped to gurneys in a mad-scientist laboratory, they make out to enrage bad guys and also because they’re just still that goddamn into each other after all this time.

I think it was Marwan Kenzari who pointed out that there’s simply no way to truly state the depth of their knowledge and devotion and commitment to each other. They’re 950 years old. They have known each other since they were in their thirties; they’ve been husbands for literal centuries. There is no way anyone else in the world could possibly come close to replicating the kind of bond they have with each other, and neither of them have ever had any inclination to look, because why would they? Especially with the fact that queer couples in media, even otherwise sympathetically portrayed ones, often have Drama and Third Parties and Promiscuity and whatever else (because of the tiresome old canard that Gays Equal Hypersexualized!), and Joe and Nicky don’t need or want ANY of that. There’s no urge to make their relationship a cheap source of soap-opera conflict. It’s the rock and the center and the core of both of their lives, and everything they do stems from that.

There have been some great metas/comments on how neither Joe and Nicky are sexualized, they dress like stay-at-home dads during quarantine (Marwan Kenzari and Luca Marinelli are both objectively gorgeous men, and they’re out there looking like that, god bless), and the viewer is never invited to goggle at or fetishize their relationship. There are no leering or exploitative camera angles on anyone, and their expressions of love aren’t posed or intended to titillate the audience, they’re just solidly embodied and natural and lived in. It’s never bothered to be stated clunkily in dialogue that they’re a couple; we just see them exchanging looks and smiles in the early part of the film, and then we see them spooning on the train after the mission in Sudan, which confirms it.

At every turn, the narrative celebrates the kindness and love shared by the Immortal Family, the individual characters, and Joe and Nicky, especially and explicitly in queer form. The villains of the film are also defined by how they react negatively to that love. @viridianpanther​ had a great meta on how Keane as a villain is especially set up to menace Joe and Nicky as the narrative representation of toxic masculinity, aggressive heterosexuality, and the usual “Kill Your Gays” trope that we’ve all come to wearily expect. But instead, after that scene where Joe and Nicky fight Keane, Nicky is shot and comes back to life in Joe’s arms rather than dying permanently like we probably all momentarily expected, and then Joe gets to FUCKIN’ BREAK THE NECK of the guy who enacted that violence.... good GOD. The first time I watched it, I almost couldn’t believe it was happening. (This goes for the whole film, but especially that scene.) Like... when do we get that?? When do we EVER get that???

Obviously, there are so many stereotypes, whether visually or in behavior or character traits, that could have been assigned to a gay Italian character (excessively dramatic, effeminate, fashionable, etc) or a gay Arabic/Muslim character (explicitly announcing He’s Not Like Those Muslims, having to actively reject his heritage to make him more palatable to westerners, being tormented over being gay, etc) and Joe and Nicky subscribe to none of those. I get very emotional about Joe referring to Nicky as the moon when he is lost during the truck scene partly because it’s SUCH a common motif in Arabic love poetry. To call someone your “moon” is a beautiful way to say they’re the light of your life, and since the Islamic calendar is obviously lunar and the holidays, months, and observances, are set by the phases of the moon, this also has a deeper religious significance.

I don’t know for sure if they did that on purpose, but it it’s a lovely and subtle way of showing us how Joe clearly doesn’t have an issue with being both queer AND Muslim, and is able to draw on both facets of that identity in a way that a lesser narrative would have denied him. And that is just really wonderful. Yes, we’re seeing these characters when they’ve had centuries to settle into themselves, but there are plenty of writers who would have forced those conflicts artificially to the surface, rather than letting them be long in the past. It’s the same way when you watch a film set in the medieval era, it wants you to know that it Is Set In The Medieval Era. Cue the filth, misogyny, racism, violence, etc! Rather than it being a lived-in reality, it has to be jarringly drawn attention to, and I’m just so glad they didn’t do that with Joe and Nicky. And for them to have met in the crusades and fallen in love??! Come on. That’s just rude. Rude to me, personally.

Anyway, this was a rather long-winded and feelsy way of saying that these characters are constructed, acted, and written organically in such a way that you hate to even THINK of them being separated, and it’s not because they can’t function without each other, but because they are two halves of a whole. We also see that the characters themselves can’t stand being forced apart: Joe’s freakout in the truck scene when Nicky briefly won’t wake up, Nicky making sure to tell Joe that he’s glad he’s awake in the lab, the whole post-Keane fight scene that I talked about above, the way Nicky fights ferociously to get to Joe when Merrick’s stabbing him, etc. For that to be given to the queer couple, where the strength of their love and devotion is reinforced as one of the emotional goals of the story, and for that queer couple to be written in the way that Joe and Nicky are, both individually and as a unit, is just so very rare.

Because yes, there’s plenty of drama and angst and pain in their lives, but there’s none at all in their relationship, and that’s what fans keep telling TV writers the whole time: they WANT to see the couple confront things as a unit, rather than being kept on tenterhooks the whole time and forced to go through manufactured or artificial drama. It would feel especially wrong for Joe and Nicky, who have known and loved each other for 900 years. The fact that their respective actors also put so much care and love into them is very obvious, and makes me feel even luckier that they’re played by people who clearly get them and honor them and know what they’re doing.

Basically: of course Joe and Nicky have been with each other the whole time, and of course we’re all drowning in feelings over it, and I feel very blessed that this ship exists, and I very much need the sequel ASAP. Thanks.

[johnkrrasinski]

i want your midnights; 

full masterlist

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 1,749

Warning: fluff!! pure feelings 

Summary: this one’s written for the @mypoisonedvine​‘s festive writing challenge with the prompt “kissing at the new year’s eve count down.” there was only one person that you wanted to celebrate new years with and it was bucky barnes, the love of your life. 

a/n: not my best work but eh, i needed some holiday fluff with bucky. comment and reblog if you like! 

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You straightened the skirt of your dress, trying to make yourself look presentable as you took a deep breath. To say you were nervous would be an outrageous understatement. You haven't played for a big crowd, let alone a crowd in awhile. The last time you were standing with identical emotions swirling through your stomach was when you were in your adolescent years. It wasn't because you grew bored of it, it was simply because you grew up and life had its funny way of surprising you. This occupation wasn't merely a job, it was a lifestyle. And this lifestyle didn't allow you to think that you'd ever have the chance to revisit this forgotten passion.

But here you were. About to perform one of your favourite songs on the grand instrument placed in the centre of the room and you feel like your stomach was sinking. You were good and you were adored. Suck it up and don't be a coward!

The ticking clock shows that it was three hours away from midnight. And the party was in full swing because it's New Year's Eve and Tony Stark was a man of flamboyant parties. And may God help you if he discovered your hidden talent.

"You should sing on New Year's Eve! Entertain the guests before midnight. What's better than live music at a party?"

"I don't know, Tony... I haven't sung in so long."

"You literally just did two minutes ago!"

"Okay first, that was in my room where no one was watching and second, you weren't supposed to see that!"

Tony walked up to the mini stage with a microphone in one hand and a glass of Champagne in the other.  "Ladies and gentlemen, can I have your attention? I shouldn't be asking, after all, you were invited to my party." The elicited a few chuckles from the guests. "Let me start by thanking all of you for coming here tonight..."

Tony's speech was muffled by the grasp around your waist by a familiar pair of arms. "Nervous?"

"Extremely."  You smiled despite the averment.

"Baby, don't worry. I've heard you sing and you have one of the loveliest voices in the world."

"You're just saying that cause you're my boyfriend, Bucky..."

"That's true, but the latter is also true."

You turned around in his arms and threw yours around his neck. "Thank you for the encouraging words. I feel a bit lighter knowing that you'll be in the crowd."

"My pleasure, darling." He kissed you with his hands still on your waist, holding you close but Tony's words disrupted your moment.

"We have a special and exclusive performance tonight. Please welcome, my friend, ____ ____!“

The soft claps welcomed you and it was your turn to take the stage.

"Good evening, everybody. I'm y/n and I hope you enjoy my performance tonight."

A sprightly "whew!" was heard and you instantly recognized Clint's voice.

Your fingers pushed the first few notes of the intro and the sound immediately changed the atmosphere in the room.

"There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby..." You sang to the microphone. "Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor, you and me from the night before but..."

"Don't read the last page but I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you're turning away, I want your midnights but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day." You still hadn't dared to gaze at the audience so you focused on looking down on the black and white keys.

"You squeezed my hand three times in the back of the taxi, I can tell that it's gonna be a long road. I'll be there if you're the toast of the town babe," you didn't know why but your heart drove your gaze to the crowd and you instantly found the person you were singing for. "...Or if you strike out and you're crawling home..."

"Don't read the last page but I stay when it's hard or it's wrong or we're making mistakes..." You didn't look away. You couldn't. Not when the love of your life was staring right back at you with those warm steel blue eyes. "I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day." You meant every word.

"Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you, hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you, hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you." This time your eyes wandered to the crowd, familiar and strange faces staring back at you with contented looks and you hoped these words would cling to them.

"...And I will hold on to you." Because they did to you and you did to the man standing a few feet away from you but your hearts and your minds remained connected.

"Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere, please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere..." A brief flashback played in your mind; the lovers turned strangers, the friends turned enemies, the loved ones turned ghosts. You barely heard from them anymore these days, but you could still remember their laughters, an epitome of the good memories. You hoped that this dynamic ragtag group of vigilantes would never turn into one of those tragedies. Another buried name that goes up to the monument.  

"There's glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby, candle wax and polaroids on the hardwood floor," your heartbeat hummed the euphonious melody, "...You and me forevermore." There he was. Smiling at you. Always smiling because you were the light of his life and his simpers were genuine and frequent now.

"Don't read the last page, but I stay when it's hard or it's wrong or we're making mistakes, I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day, hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you, and I will hold on to you." You chanted the closing lyrics and when the last note resonated, the guests' claps were louder this time, invigorating your confidence.

Everyone returned to their own things; catching up with their friends, laughing on the couch and drinking by the bar and Natasha was even standing behind it like a professional part-time bartender. Some were slow dancing and the others are already a little too drunk.

"That was beautiful, doll."

"You think so?"

"I know so. You got a gift, you shouldn't hide it from the world."

"I'm not trying to hide it, Bucky. I just... I didn't have the time with the world-saving and all. And music makes people happy, but it doesn't save lives."

"Well, if I don't know when I'll see you play again, then I'm glad at least we got tonight. And you're wrong, doll. You certainly saved me."

"Your words will be the death of me, Barnes."

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Everyone gathered around, watching the big screen displaying the countdown to midnight. As the numbers go down, the more energized people become. Your arms were tangled with Bucky's, not wanting to be far away from the person you loved the most seconds before the year finalizes its chapter.

For a moment there, you felt happy. You looked around to see your teammates with smiles on their faces, stress-free and humans. This job hadn't allowed you to be just a human living a normal life. But tonight was one of the rare moments where all of you could just be normal people celebrating holidays.

And then there was Bucky, the man who had lived for a century, whose entire life was stolen away from him, and the man that your heart chose to fall in love with, and you were lucky enough that he chose you too. You had spent two Christmases together, and now you were entering another new chapter together, and there was no one else you'd rather wake up with an awful hangover with. There was no one else who would be there to give you Advil in the morning and deal with your mess.

5,4,3,2,1...

"Happy New Year!"

You and Bucky kiss, as all the cheers and noises, faded into the background. Bucky grabbed you close by the waist, and you had your arms around his neck trying to hold onto his lips as long as possible. You ran your fingers through his hair, feeling all the overwhelming affection you had for him. Bucky felt it too deep in his bones, who would've thought that despite all the atrocities his hands had to commit, someone as beautiful and wonderful as you would love him despite it all? Would kiss him on New Year's Eve and would stick with him through another year?

"Happy new year, darling."

"Happy new year." You couldn't fake the smile forming on your face. “I can’t believe it’s our second New Year’s together.”

“There’s no one else I’d rather spend the rest of my New Years with.”

“Are you saying you’re willing to spend the rest of your New Years dealing with my cranky hangover moods and pulling my hair back when I throw up?”

“As long as it’s you, I’m ready for pretty much anything. You’ve had my back and picked up my mess when I was at my worst, doll and I didn’t deserve it, but you did so without asking for anything, and I’m willing to do the same for you.”

You nearly teared up at his words, the past two years hadn’t always been the smoothest road with rainbows and butterflies for you two. You stuck with Bucky through his nightmares, panic attacks and his therapy sessions and you loved him despite all his open wounds and permanent scars, and Bucky had never felt luckier to have fallen in love with you too along the way. It began with a friendship and bloomed into something deeper, and the last two New Years that you had spent together reminded you that you could walk through every hurricane that life threw at you as long as you were together.

“You always knew how to calm down my fears and lift up my spirit and I’m eternally grateful for that.”

“Guess we’re just perfectly imperfect for each other, huh?”

“Guess we are.” He kissed you again with a huge smile on his face and zest for writing the first page of 365 pages with you.

[doyelikehaggis]

Rowing the Rarepair Rowboat: Carenzo | Caroline Forbes x Enzo St. John (The Vampire Diaries)

"Thinking of jumping down and trying to walk across it?" Enzo asks from Caroline's right, sitting beside her on the stairwell. His tone is light, joking, one that she hadn't quite realized she'd missed all these months they've spent apart. 

She sniffs, sucking in a deep breath that only makes her chest hurt, and lifts her head up. She keeps her eyes straight ahead, staring at the buildings stretching out in front of her as far as she can see before the snow makes it impossible. 

"The thought crossed my mind," she admits, cracking a slight smile. "With vamp speed, we could probably get to the airport just in time. Compel a pilot if the flight's cancelled." She looks at him, blinking once or twice to see him better as she pulls a teasing look, nudging his shoulder. "Or we could just get you to fly it, Captain Lorenzo."

Enzo chuckles at the emphasis she puts on his name. It eases a little bit of the twisting in her stomach, her smile a little more genuine as she watches him duck his head for a moment.

"I actually didn't go by my right name back then," he tells her, and she raises her eyebrows, but he shakes it off. His eyes and his smile turns sad as he gazes at her. "I'm sorry about all of this, Caroline. I know you wanted to be on that flight."

She did. She needed to be on it. Lizzie and Josie are counting on her. Were counting on her, and now she's probably going to have to let them down. Again. She had told herself she would be there, especially after everything that's happened with them lately. 

"It just wasn't supposed to be like this," she says, shaking her head. "I was only supposed to be gone a few months. I wasn't—wasn't supposed to miss Christmas, or their birthday, or—"

She clamps her mouth shut, her throat aching like it's made of sandpaper.

"I just wanted to be there."

There are only so many holidays she's going to get with them. Even without the merge, she was always going to outlive them, and she's hated the thought since the day they were born. But it's so much worse now. 

"They have six years left," she says quietly, her voice shaking and her chin wobbling. "And I am running out of options. I just—I just wanted to be there, you know? For one day, at least. To see their faces light up. To watch them just be happy, without having to worry about any of this, to just—to just be there with them, as a family, and I—I just wish I had my mom because I am so lost and I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

She breaks down completely, sobs racking her body in a matter of seconds. Enzo's quick to pull her in, his arms wrapping around her as she closes her eyes against the tears and all of it. It's too much, too overwhelming. Everything hurts too much and she hates it, and why does this keep happening? Why can't something just go the way it was supposed to, why can't she be allowed to be happy?

"It's alright," Enzo murmurs into her hair, one hand stroking her back, her face buried in his chest and hands clinging to him. His voice cracks ever so slightly, and he tries to clear it. "Let it all out, sweetheart. I'm not going anywhere."

She can't begin to express how much relief the last part brings her, even if it fills her with so much dread as well. Everyone who promises they aren't leaving her finds a way in the end. Even the immortal ones. She just hugs him tighter, letting herself believe it for this one moment, because she needs this. She needs him.

They just sit there. She doesn't know for how long, but Enzo never once stops talking to her, his voice soft and soothing. Slowly, the bubbling of pain and guilt and too many other things that are tearing her apart from the inside starts to ease until it's a gentle simmering. Her sobs turn to sniffles, the tears eventually dry, the shaking in her body turns to shivers. 

Enzo pauses, and she can't see him but she can feel his chin move from her head and assumes he's looking at her. "Cold?" he asks her with concern in his voice.

Caroline huffs out a soft laugh that holds the smallest fragment of humour. "Freezing. So much for vampires being immune to everything."

Enzo chuckles along with her, one of his hands moving to her arm, rubbing through her thin coat. She curls in closer to him.

"We still function as humans," he reminds her. "Even we're not immune to frostbite. Immune to dying from it, yes, but getting all of the symptoms of it where our hands go numb and can't move? Unfortunately, no. Probably not the best idea to be sitting outside in the coldest weather of the century."

Caroline hums her agreement. Her throat is still aching, rubbing raw every time she talks. 

"Here."

She feels Enzo move again and pulls back slightly to look at him. Her eyebrows furrow in confusion as he produces a scarf seemingly out of nowhere.

"When you came up here, I was going to follow you but figured you'd end up on the balcony in our room," he explains as he winds it around her neck, adjusting it to wrap it around and back down. "But then I remembered the key, and I saw the door coming out here open. You've always had a thing for being outside when you're upset."

Despite all of the crumbled, broken pieces inside of her, she smiles a little. He pauses, checking to make sure the scarf looks okay. She just gazes at him as he gently moves a few strands of her hair until he pulls his hand back. Alarm rises in her as he begins slipping his arm out of his own jacket.

"What are you doing?" she asks him as he takes it off. 

"You need it more than I do," he simply says. 

Caroline starts to protest, but he's already wrapping it around her shoulders, seemingly unfazed that he's now sitting in the middle of a snowstorm in nothing thicker than a flimsy long-sleeved t-shirt. 

"But you just said—"

"Darling, I meant you're not immune to the cold," he cuts her off, shaking his head. He has a faint smile as he adjusts the jacket, pulling it closed around her. "I've endured much worse than a chill. Trust me, I'm perfectly fine. I can barely feel it anymore."

Caroline's heart sinks. It always does when she knows he's referencing his past in Augustine but trying to veer around actually saying it. She watches his face as he continues playing with the jacket, and then the scarf, making sure they're both just right enough to keep her warm. 

"I'm glad you're here," she tells him softly, making his hand falter and his eyes move back up to hers. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You would get through this," he says, completely serious and sincere. His hand is still hovering next to her, a few strands of hair between his fingers. "You would be upset, but you would pull yourself together, and you would find a way to get on that plane. Even if it meant you had to march right through this snow and demand that the plane takes off otherwise you'll fly it yourself if you have to."

Caroline can't help but laugh softly at his exaggerated tone, his intentions clearly to make her do just that as his eyes sparkle with a flicker of happiness. She knows he's right, of course. It would feel so much harder if she was here all alone, stranded with little hope of getting home, but she wouldn't stop trying to find a way to make it happen.

She sighs, wiping her eyes, feeling the dried tracks on her cheeks. "Well, it's a good thing you're here then, because putting me in control of a plane definitely wouldn't get us home."

"Nonsense," Enzo says, grinning, wrapping an arm back around her shoulders. "You'd make a damn good pilot. With some supervision."

"Oh, high praise from an ex-captain," she jokes, then pauses. "It is ex-captain, right?"

Enzo nods. "Yes. That whole part of my life is in the past."

Caroline just nods back as he shifts to lean against the wall behind him, pulling her closer. She settles against his side, tucked under his arm, her head on his shoulder. There's no hope of the snow stopping any time soon, and by the looks of it, they don't have much of a reason to be in any rush anymore. 

A beat passes, silence falling over them like the snow blankets the ground. She listens to the beating of his heart as her own finally slows back to an even pace, the anger and frustration and guilt seeping out of her, leaving her nothing but exhausted. 

"Can I at least ask what your alias was?" she asks softly, her curiosity poking at her as she looks up at him with a slight raise of her eyebrows. 

Enzo glances at her, then smiles.

"Michael Quinn," he answers with a strange raise in his accent, slipping from the gruff, charming British one she's used to, to a slightly softer American one.

He gives a laugh at her obvious surprise and confusion, and his voice goes back to normal.

"I adopted a completely different identity back then. Faked an accent, pretended to be American. It was easier to blend in."

"That makes sense," Caroline agrees, but can't quite wrap her head around the idea of an American Enzo, even if just for an act. 

"I started off a pilot in '42, because of World War One," he continues, to her surprise. "By '52, I was made a Captain of the US Air Force. I ended up working with the government. Shocker, I know."

Caroline's definitely thrown, that's for sure. "I thought you weren't allowed to talk about this?" she questions. 

"Well, considering all of the people I worked with back then are more than likely dead now, I think I'm safe," Enzo says, shrugging. 

Caroline nods slowly. His logic makes sense. And if he thinks it's safe to talk about then who is she to argue? It's not as if she wouldn't like to know more about this secret part of his past.

"So, the government?" she asks, twisting around in his arms and resting her chin on his shoulder. "What, did they have some shady secrets? Oh, did it involve alien conspiracies? Please, Captain Quinn, tell me this story has aliens."

Enzo laughs, and it makes her feel a little more at home for a brief moment. This storm will pass, she thinks. In all senses.

She'll call Alaric, somehow, and let him know what's going on if he hasn't already been filled in. They'll work something out. She will find a way back to Mystic Falls, even if she does have to compel someone to fly them home.

[theangrypokemaniac]

Since I rant enough about the wizening Ma and Pa received in Sinnoh it's only right to wreak bloody rhetorical vengeance elsewhere:

However harsh it may be, I'm glad Takeshi Shudo isn't alive to witness the hateful desecration of his legacy.

...

In a universe where no one's allowed to age, why are the modern Jessie and James so withered and decrepit?

Dragon Ball has been on for more than three decades. Its stars were permitted to grow up, because the head can cope with the opportunities this offers.

Yet Goku, Krillin, Bulma et al bear a greater similarity to their younger selves than these gurning invertebrates do to Team Rocket, wearing a papery approximation of their skin.

Akira Toriyama is actually concerned about his life's work, still coming up with interesting concepts, brand-new characters, and most importantly, values his audience by keeping to the established canon.

If a Dragon Ball fan reads this, I am so jealous of you.

Consider yourselves fortunate not to have seen the thing you loved the most pulverised and the resulting glutinous mass moulded back into makeshift sloppy cadavers.

Look at the state of that man! That's a good picture these days!

Why have the eyelid lines turned into upside down bags?

And why has she collected her lashes for this particular screen shot?

On eyes with a strangely feline slant...

Has she had a face lift?

Get yer money back on that one, love.

And why has he marks under his eyes and round his flapping gob to add the hint of exhaustion?

And why don't her lips reach the edge of her mouth anymore?

And why must he display Beaver Toof, as if he's only got six pegs left?

Giving it to him but not her implies she's lost the lot, needing to gum objects for a result.

And why do her low-slung ears consist only of lobe?

And why can you see his featureless lugs? Why does his barnet stand outwards in tentacles like he's taken to wearing a floppy Starmie?

What's that's meant to be, purple dreadlocks?

And why is her hairline curved and absolutely straight, like a bad wig, apart from the perfunctory bits to the side, which I guarantee won't alter their position throughout the run?

Hair used to move about, now by law there's a set pattern which cannot change. Stamp that life out immediately.

And what's that flaccid growth between his weary peepers? Is that meant to be fringe?

PFFFT!!!

And why are her digits just as thick and oblong as his?

It ain't fingers. It's trotters.

And why's he got a back to his throat, but she hasn't?

And why are we forced to witness it? You can see all the way to his dangler!

The great gaping pink cave looks like the end of Looney Tunes when Porky Pig pops up and stammers: "That's all folks!"

Remember a lack of Beaver Toof? And triangular mouths?

Remember when Meowth was a cheeky, spirited little cat, not a middle-aged human midget, an emaciated wreck bored of it all?

Remember when it wasn't deemed necessary to expose us to internal organs?

And when James was a handsome, hysterically camp dandy, not a creepy, snot-ridden science dweeb?

And when Jessie was a beautiful, stylish young girl, hot-tempered but loyal, not a sullen, cold, reptilian, Botoxed-to-the-gills gorgon?

Remember when Team Rocket were fun? And attractive?

Remember when they had joy in their hearts in spite of their poverty? And vim? And hope?

Remember them acting with flair and imagination?

Remember when their schemes had variety?

Remember when they had more than a single disguise per era?

Remember when they had many occupations? And were good at them?

Remember when they'd have a go at everything and weren't reduced to flipping condemned meat in a grotty burger van FOR THREE YEARS?!

Remember when those in charge didn't despise them, when they got happy endings?

Remember split screens? And face faults? And background tones? And purple streaks down your cheeks?

Remember big, bright open eyes, not shrunken, sagging and empty holes afflicted by glaucoma?

Remember when Jessie had eyelashes?

Remember when Pokémon was an anime?

And when James had a fringe, not a bent swelling like a balloon animal?

And when the artist could be arsed to draw Meowth's Charm properly?

Remember when the voices weren't nails down a blackboard?

When Meowth didn't sound like a wedge of coal grinding beneath an oil-deprived door?

When Jessie's dulcet tones had a wider range that just screechy, and weren't reminiscent of a cacophonous banshee clawing her way from a bog, using her own mug as a shovel?

When James speaking didn't suggest he was at best, suffering sinus difficulties, and at worst, constantly battling to swallow his own sick from looking at her?

Mind you, I'm grateful the 4Kids cast are no longer here. They deserve better, and their presence would only validate the crude bastardisations.

Every time the guttural howls reach my poor ears a chill runs through my system, and reminds me of The Pokémon Company sacking the real dub crew in preference for a job done on the cheap.

Remember speed lines? And Pokéball-throwing animation?

Remember a new motto performance in each installment, not the same stock footage reused again and again?

Remember when it rhymed?

It shows.

Remember remembering it?

Remember when Team Rocket would walk down the street in their uniforms and no one took a blind bit of notice despite the organisation operating there?

And they didn't fanny about in one scabby polyester costume every minute they were travelling, even when NO ONE KNOWS WHO THEY ARE?

Since Unova, whilst confronting Ash and this era's soon-to-be-forgotten companions, you get this exchange:

Moron-Of-The-Week: "Who are Team Rocket?"

Ash: "They're bad guys who steal other people's Pokémon."

EVERY SINGLE BLOODY TIME!!!

WORD-FOR-WORD IDENTICAL!!!

The writers have such deep appreciation for their work they're sending in cut-and-paste scripts.

Remember blasting off when something blew up, not an explosion from nowhere, or giving it the slip with a jet pack, or abduction by a Care Bear?

Remember when the eyebrows matched the hair?

Remember when he wore it long?

Remember blue shock? And sweat drop? And hammerspace? And comedy violence?

Remember her jagged hairline? And it being RED!!!

Remember proper highlights to it, rather than the odd white lump now and again, as if sweating like a pig, or their heads are infested with giant space ticks?

Remember when they were in all the episodes? And were main characters? And on the introduction sequence?

Remember when Jessie and James used to hug? And hold hands?

And bicker as only a couple can, but you knew they'd never cope alone?

Remember when they'd fly into each other's arms under the flimsiest pretext?

Remember when they meant more to one another than just being a pair of unconnected and disembodied wraiths coincidentally walking down the same road?

And they had more than civil interactions?

Remember when she loved him as much as he loved her?

And no one else could ever take his place?

And canon wasn't infected with the ruinous depiction of her as a hard, heartless bitch barely tolerating him until someone 'better' came along, at which point she'd fuck off without a backwards glance?

'Better', as in a scabby, satchel-mouthed, gormless cretin, just to add surly insult to merciless injury.

Never has such a life-long and hardcore defender of the faith flipped into an ardent Rumishipper as I did after that episode, once I'd swept up the fragments of my soul.

Remember when they were sympathetic?

Remember when they showed human warmth?

Remember when they cared about each other?

Remember when they weren't just a jangling, distorted mess of half-recollected traits?

Remember when they weren't really evil?

Remember Rocketshipping? That was a thing once, believe it or not.

Remember when they had a conscience?

Remember when actually wicked characters turned up, and Team Rocket ALWAYS sided with Ash, rather than the nauseating spectacle of suddenly being best buds with the Boss?

Remember when they had contact with the Twerps?

Remember when Team Rocket and the Twerps loved each other in secret and would endanger themselves to save their 'enemies'?

Everything that was once good and winning about them was sucked out, degree by degree, to leave the corpse, hollow and dead, strung up on wires as a grim marionette.

I'm sure most who see this will vehemently disagree, that I'm completely wrong, that THEY like them.

Yes, you like this three, but you don't like Team Rocket. This is not them. You have yours, and I have mine, but let's not pretend they are the same.

Why, if there is no difference, would I be so hostile, when they meant so much too me?

Did you ever wonder where the original fans went, why they all departed en masse? It's not because they 'moved on' or 'matured'.

They didn't leave Pokémon. Pokémon left them.

As the makers rely so heavily on repetition (sorry, nostalgia) they arrogantly expect us to still be here, having blithely welcomed our memories minced and our canon ripped up or ripped off, apparently.

We're intended to put up with watching them lay waste to ťhe series's body, clinging on for when a rotting bone is pulled up now and again and waved at us, before they chuck it aside to continue the dismemberment.

It's been eaten from the inside out, explaining the facial collapse. Behold the beauty on show:

You see what I mean, don't you?

Don't you? No, because otherwise you'd say the same.

How anyone feels able to describe three deformed freaks as 'hot' or 'cute' I will never comprehend.

The uniform collar protrudes like a solid pipe, emphasising the pencil necks.

It gives the impression of wrinkled, leathery tortoises peering out of their shells to secure a tasty lettuce treat.

Is that pretty? No.

Is it so surprising I don't care for my favourites to resemble melted waxwork skeletons of their own dæmonic counterparts?

S&M is a most fitting name, for this is torture.

In the film Death Becomes Her, Meryl Streep and Goldie Hawn vie for the attention of Bruce Willis, both taking a serum giving everlasting youth and slimness.

The catch is it confers immortality, but not invulnerability, so when pushed down the stairs Meryl survives but is dead, her neck broken, thus she's zipped up in the morgue fridge.

When Goldie is shot with a canon she too rises, internal organs blown out.

The rest of the adventure involves the pair losing the war against time, patching up and painting over peeling grey skin, holding onto loose limbs as their bodies fall apart.

This obviously is the case here. The trio lapped the potion up at the close of Sinnoh, experienced a fatal accident and are now steadily crumbling to mush before us.

According to grave-diggers the head always goes first, so there you are then.

I have a suspicion that Giovanni lured all three to his crypt, experimenting on them to engineer his ultimate super soldier, which explains their flat, plastic appearance. Those since Unova began are the cyborgs, the real ones locked in his cellar.

You may notice I have about the lowest opinion possible of the current writing team, as they deserve.

Why should I have any respect for vindictive halfwits like this, who hate Team Rocket so much they're going out of their way to distort and uglify them, expressing the resentment in celluloid?

Jessie, James and Meowth lost their only defender in Takeshi Shudo. From that point they descended from loveable, hapless tragic figures to self-parodies (Hoenn) whiney, irritating divs dumping one another at every interval (Sinnoh), robotic, amoral scum (Unova and Kalos) and now physically repulsive minor additions (Alola and Galar). Is that trajectory all accidental?

It not that it's a new 'style' (for want of a better word), as were that the case, this hideousness would apply to the entire cast, but it's only done to Team Rocket. How could that be unless motivated by malice?

Given the sub thesps are obliged to prostrate themselves in the dust, begging fans to make their appreciation known, it smacks of desperation.

They wouldn't need to ask that were the trio treated as an integral component. They must sense the objections and are thus drumming up support to avoid the dole queue.

Are those in charge so resentful of their presence it manifests in mutilating them, keen to do anything that may alienate the fanbase, so at the first sign of a dip in popularity they can leap upon it as the perfect excuse to write Team Rocket out?

Why be surprised? These are imbeciles who reject their own canon at the close of every generation, so why care about someone else's?

If people have to harangue the writers with grovelling praise of their retcons, rehashes and all-round twatting about, butter 'em up sufficiently, with the implied threat of deserting the franchise should Team Rocket be ejected, taking their purses too, all so the smug, avaricious berks deign to put the trio in the next generation, that proves they don't want them, so how can what they write for their characters be objectively of any worth?

Team Rocket would've departed by now, were there not a palpable worry their absence might ring the death knell of the whole thing, turning off the financial tap, which is what matters.

Therefore they are retained, grudgingly, and only so long as the clamour continues at its current decibel level. If that drops it's over, and don't expect a romantic resolution. Why should pleasing you be a concern when you're to leave with them?

Ask yourself: how much of your devotion is based on what they are right now, and how much is from who they used to be?

How long can they live off past glories?

The offences done in Unova and Kalos were bad enough, but remarkably Game Freak found further depths to plumb, therefore it can only get worse.

I have of course retained the loveliest for last:

Be still, my beating heart.

No, really, be still. Stop infact. 

Planet of the Apes.

[strsburn]

happy birthday by the way

happy birthday by the way

summary : reader gets tired of peter's half assed excuses and disappearing acts. just when she is ready to call it quits, a secret is revealed and suddenly it all makes sense

see also : peter parker is bad at keeping his identity a secret, and y/n just wants to spend time with peter on his birthday.

pairing : peter parker x female!reader

genre : light angst, fluff

words : 948+

side notes : in honor of peter parker's birthday. this is dedicated to @flirtypeter bc I wrote this based on party favor by Billie Eilish, and we are both Billie Eilish fans so 🤧

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"hey peter! y/n again, uh call me back when you get this-"

"hey peter! when you got a minute, we really need to talk-"

"you know what, nevermind. by the time you get this, your numbers going to be blocked so-"

"-Just. I love you. I hope you're safe."

You sighed as you finished the last voice mail. It had been a few weeks since Peter had started to bail on you during your dates, and while it was okay at first, you could only take so much of "I'm so sorry I got held up at by the stark internship-" or "I just lost track of time, I didn't mean to forget really" before you reached your wits end.

You figured you'd give him one last chance as you made reservations for his birthday at his favorite restaurant and he swore to you, he'd be there at seven sharp. No more, no less. 

But as you glanced at your phone for the fifth time that night, the hour changing to nine, you knew he wasn't showing up. 

Tears stung your eyes both from the cold and frustration and you wiped your eyes, your face red from embarrassment as you saw the pitying looks the waiter gave you as you paid for the check and left the restaurant. 

Your heels clicked on the wet pavement as you walked home and your mind raced, creating multiple scenarios as to why Peter had been acting so strange the past few days. Just as you passed the alley way, you were quickly grabbed and pushed against the wall.

You gasped in alarm as an unfamiliar man stared at you with a wicked smirk painted across his features. 

"That's right, sweetheart. Don't make a sound, or something bad might happen to ye'" Your eyes widened in fear as you caught the glint of metal that shined under the moonlight. A knife.

He moved to snatch your purse from you, no doubt to inspect it for money. But before he could so much as move a muscle, his arm was yanked back, the knife being thrown across the alley way. 

"Tsk, that's no way to speak to a lady." You watched in awe as a familiar figure donned in a red and blue suit emerged from the shadows. 

The man, recognized the hero as well and let out a snarl as he lunged for him.

"Spider-punk!"

"Actually it's spider-man. Don't worry, you'll get it sooner or later." He taunted. 

Without another word he quickly shot out multiple webs, sending the man across the alley and onto the wall. 

He shot one last web across his mouth and then turned to you, his eyes widening once he recognized your face.

"Y- I mean. Ma'am are you okay?" He coughed.

You shook your head, slightly shaking at the events that took place just moments before. 

"Y-yeah, thank you, I-" Before you knew it you burst into tears, everything from that day finally catching up to you. 

Spider-Man was quick to bring his arms around you, trying to calm you. 

"H-hey it's okay. Look, just hold on." He wrapped his arms tight around your waist then swung quickly to a nearby building, setting you down gently then sitting next to you.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked gently once your tears turned into soft sniffles. 

You simply nodded before you began to explain the day, your tears returning when you started to talk about Peter and his distance recently. 

Unbeknownst to you, Peter was mentally beating himself up as he realized how bad his actions were and how they were affecting you. 

"-and then today, he had promised he would show up for dinner that I planned for his birthday. He didn't show up and he never even had the decency to text me that he couldn't make it." 

Shit. I totally spaced. He thought

"I didn't mean to forget!" He suddenly blurted, his face paling and eyes widening when he realized his mistake. 

Your eyebrows furrowed at his statement before you realized you recognized the voice. Before he could move you reached over and pulled his mask off, revealing your boyfriend who smiled sheepishly.

"P-peter?!" Your voice rose in shock before it turned into anger. 

"You're spider-man!" 

Peter hushed you, grabbing you once again and heading for his house around the corner. Once you two had climbed inside his window (after Peter had checked for any unexpected visitors of course) he shut it behind him and began to explain. 

"I'm sorry, y/n. Believe me I didn't want to keep this from you but I did it because anyone that I love, or I care about, could be used against me if my enemies found it. I couldn't risk it." 

Your anger vanished as you understood Peter was only doing it to protect you.

And suddenly the missed calls and fails to show up, all made sense.

"You didn't miss the dates on purpose. You were out helping people." You spoke out loud, and Peter nodded guiltily. 

You walked over to him and brought him into a hug. 

"I'm so sorry, Peter." He hugged you back sighing in relief that you finally knew, a small prick of fear pricked at the back of his mind but he shoved those thoughts away. Focusing on you in his arms. 

"I'm just glad you're here with me."

You spent the next few moments just listening to his heartbeat, before your eyes caught sight of the time on the nearby clock.

11:59pm

"Oh yeah, happy birthday by the way." You giggled kissing Peter on the lips. 

He sighed bringing his lips back to yours. 

"The best birthday ever." 

[tarashima]

I'm glad to see you're back! I was hoping you could answer something about yesterday's episode. Because yes, I did think the whole thing was sad but people keep talking about redemption and I don't really see it? It felt pretpr out of nowhere tbh

I have other asks to reply to but I kinda wanted to deal with this first while it’s still fresh in my head (and I admit, it doesn’t work that well atm, thanks a lot, vrains). And I’m sure there are people who can put this together better than I can, but here it goes: 

This is still not a complete redemption for Ryouken’s character, he has some more steps to take. But what we got in this episode was the biggest, and most important, choice Kougami Ryouken has ever had to do since he was a child. 

We all know he chose to do the right thing by saving Yuusaku and the other victims from the Lost Incident, a choice not easy to make as an 8-year old that probably knew next to nothing about what it would mean beyond saving the kids. 

After that, Ryouken never again did a choice that wasn’t beneficial for his father and his goals. He followed without question and without hesitation as being the ruthless leader of a terrorist organisation. Saying Kougami isn’t the one to blame for Revolver’s actions is highly incorrect, but it’s equally incorrect to say Ryouken didn’t have a choice as well. 

(Although, don’t forget that Ryouken has constantly been plagued by guilt for all his actions, something to always brush aside for the greater good)

Then Kougami dies, Revolver loses against Playmaker and stops the Tower of Hanoi, failing to fulfil his father’s wishes and leave for three months. 

And what those three months did to him was a huge change in his methods. 

Because suddenly, his honour is even more significant. He never used the fact that he knew Playmaker’s identity in season 1, but he’s not allowing any of the other to do it either as soon as they know. 

Suddenly, putting innocent lives on the line isn’t the right way anymore. The Knights care little to nothing about SOL at the moment when they caused plenty of havoc in the past. Reactivating the Tower as it was would’ve solved all the problems with the Ignis and again cause eventual millions of casualties, but instead got turned into a big scanner, searching for Lightning and Windy. 

Then we get to the final battle, and as the duels continue, and as everyone keeps being hurt/killed, Revolver’s dormant but still existing sympathy keeps growing. Spectre’s death shakes him, he shows no approval of how Windy treats Soulburner and Flame, and he definitely doesn’t approve of how Lightning handles Playmaker and the unfair duel against Kusanagi. 

(it’s really hard to just show with screenshots, but Revolver’s voice is very soft and filled with concern through the whole duel with Kusanagi)

And as Soulburner gets defeated, he gets just as shocked as Playmaker. 

Then we have his own duel against Lightning, and suddenly, he’s not as hostile against Ai, speaking with him in a much softer and calmer voice compared to what he did in season 1 and when he returned in his season, while still showing the unchanged hostility towards Lightning.

So, doing this long journey, it’s clear that something changed in Revolver. He’s suddenly not as ruthless as he was, or rather, he’s much more selective with it instead of showing it towards everything and everyone. 

Lightning using Jin as a hostage was, however, the true crossroad. 

The choice was simple; finish Lightning and kill him, Jin and Spectre for the sake of humanity, or stop the attack and try to come up with another way of defeating Lightning that didn’t involve sacrifices. 

Will he continue down the path as Revolver, the ruthless cyber-terrorist who doesn’t care about the cost as long as the greater good is achieved? Or will he do the choice he did as a child a second time and save innocent lives with uncertain consequences for everything else? 

Making the first choice is easy, and he almost does it, just not as confident as he’s been in the past. 

But he doesn’t. Yes, Playmaker is the one who talks him out of it, but the choice is still his. And he chose to once again be the child he once was. 

He took the biggest step towards a better future that lights up his path. 

The result? Him dying. And he smiles, as he remembers the carefree days as a kid who was nothing but excited about the world and the future. 

And nothing makes it even more clear like his final words, because the journey he’s done from season 1 is astounding when you put it in perspective and when you remember how he has continued to become less hostile and impersonal, and instead much softer towards Ai: 

Revolver isn’t done with his redemption arc. But he’s there. He made the right choice and has taken the first steps on the road towards a better future. 

I’ve rambled enough now, and my eyes hurt from tears, so I’m going to stop now. 

Thanks for asking, anon, I hope I made it somewhat clearer for you 

[this-sapphic-paradise]

Alone

Lena catches Supergirl crying, and they have a much deserved talk.

"Supergirl?" Lena's brows furrow as she sees the hero on the balcony of Cat Grant's old office -- well, her new office. Even though Lena is confused, her tone is still bright when she asks, "What are you doing here?" But the smile she has on her lips disappears as she walks closer and sees the hero quickly wiping her tears away. "Supergirl…is everything okay?"

"Y-Yeah…" Kara laughs a little awkwardly, wondering why she didn't hear Lena approaching her. "It's nothing, Ms. Luthor… I-I'll get out of your way--"

But before she can move, Kara feels Lena's hand on her shoulder, "Hey," Lena says softly, "It's okay, you can stay here… And I'm here if you need to talk."

It is strange for Lena to see the girl of steel crying, but it is a good reminder that even the strongest beings in the world have a softer side; that they too feel the weight of the world, and sometimes they crumble under it.

Kara stares out over the city, unmoving. Tears stream down her cheeks as she tries to organize her thoughts, as she tries to make sense over the past few weeks. "I love this balcony…" she starts, her voice barely above a whisper. "I got some of the best advice from Ms. Grant standing right here while we looked over the city…"

Lena lets go of Supergirl's shoulder, and silently leans against the railing to admire the view as well; maybe she would be able to see the city through Supergirl's eyes.

"I miss her, you know? Miss Grant… But she had to leave… They all do…" Kara shakes her head; anger bubbling up inside her chest, and she does her best to push it down.

"They?" Lena asks softly. "Who are they?"

"My parents, Krypton, my aunt, Kal-El, Miss Grant, Mon-El! They all left! And I'm… And I'm still here…alone."

Lena doesn't flinch when Kara's voice rises through the sentence, but her heart breaks when the hero finishes voicing her thoughts in a broken whisper. If it were Kara, if it were her best friend saying such things to her, Lena would hug her without hesitation; but this isn't Kara, this is Supergirl, so Lena tentatively places a hand on her arm. "I'm sorry." It's all she can muster, because what can Lena say to someone who's lost her entire planet? "I…We, humans, will never understand how big of a loss you suffered… I might be saying too much, but I have a feeling not even Superman understands it, right? Since he came to Earth as a baby?"

Kara cries quietly, placing one hand on top of Lena's, and she nods at her friend's question. "I was supposed to raise him, you know? We were supposed to arrive on Earth at the same time, and I was supposed to raise him, teaching him everything about our planet, about our family… But my pod, it got knocked out off course, and I got stuck in the Phantom Zone for twenty-four years… While I was asleep in that cold nothingness, he was here learning how to be more of a human than Kryptonian… And when I finally arrived, he didn't need me anymore, he was already Earth's hero and he couldn't look after me…"

"Wait." Lena raises her eyebrow, and Kara notices how the grip on her arm tightens. "You're telling me he abandoned you?"

"It's not--" Kara sighs, she doesn't want to have this argument with Lena too, Alex already gives her enough of a hard time over it. "He didn't know me, I was a stranger to him, and he has two lives he needs to juggle. I understand why he did what he did… Sometimes-- Sometimes I think it was a blessing, honestly, because I don't know if I would have been able to take it trying to teach my only living relative about our culture, and seeing him not being interested in it. At least my foster family wanted to learn everything about me…"

Lena feels Supergirl's reluctance on the subject, so Lena files that bit of information for the next time Superman tries to act like he has the moral high ground over her.

“You’ve never told me anything about your foster family.” Lena says instead, smiling softly at Supergirl. “Do you have foster siblings?”

That makes Kara smile; she can’t help herself, Alex always brings out the best in her. “Yes, I do.”

Raising her eyebrow again, Lena decides to try her luck, “How many?? One, two, three??”

Chuckling, Kara shakes her head. “I can’t tell you that, Miss Luthor.”

“Lena, please. I thought after the airplane incident you’d keep calling me by my first name.” She says, grinning.

“Lena.” Kara nods. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” With a little smirk, Lena teases, “One day you’ll trust me enough to tell me more about yourself.”

Kara frowns and turns to Lena. “It’s not about trust, Lena.” There’s such sincerity in those blue eyes that it steals Lena’s breath away. “Because I already trust you, more than you’ll ever know, to be honest…”

“Then…why?” Lena manages to speak even though she seems to be getting lost in Kara’s eyes.

“Because…” Kara feels a wave of guilt washing over her, and she forces herself to look back at the city. “Because I’m selfish.”

Lena blinks a few times, thoroughly confused as to why Supergirl would say something like that. “W-What do you mean?” She asks, going back to leaning against the railing; only this time her shoulder is brushing against Supergirl’s as they stand closer than before.

“I… I need to keep my two lives apart…” Kara starts, trying to figure out how she can explain this to Lena without defeating the purpose of keeping her identity a secret. “You… you mean so much to me, Lena… You’ve helped me more than you realize… and I need to keep things the way they are…or…or…” The idea of not having Lena as a friend to just Kara Danvers fills Kara with anxiety. “Or I fear something inside me will break.”

Lena looks at Supergirl with confusion clear in her eyes, and Kara braces herself for the obvious questions Lena surely is thinking about, but they never come. Slowly, the furrow of her brows disappears, and instead of looking confused, Lena smiles softly at Kara, and nods. “You mean a lot to me too.” Lena says, gently bumping her shoulder to Kara’s. “And I understand… I mean, I don’t, not really, but this has been working for us and if it means that much to you, then I’m okay keeping things as they are.”

Before Lena knows what hit her, she finds herself enveloped in strong arms. “Thank you, Lena.” The words are whispered against her neck, making Lena shiver.

“You’re welcome.” Lena sighs the words, bringing her arms up to hug Supergirl back. Something about the hug feels oddly familiar, which goes along with Lena’s theory that she knows Supergirl’s secret identity, but now that she knows for a fact that Supergirl needs her two personas to be apart, Lena will make a conscious effort not to think about it too much.

The hug goes on for longer than either of them intended to, and to Lena’s surprise, when Supergirl pulls back, she’s crying again.

“I…” Lena trails off, fidgeting with her fingers. “I’m sorry for being responsible for sending Mon-El away. I didn't mean to make one more person leave you.”

Kara shakes her head, “You were only helping me. And it was my decision to push the button, Lena, not yours. I’m sorry Edge used that to make you believe you had hurt those kids.”

Lena gives Supergirl an appreciative little smile. “It’s okay. I’m just glad I have Kara and Sam as my friends… they wouldn’t give up on me even when I had already given up on myself.”

“Remind me to send them a gift basket then.” Kara chuckles, drying her tears.

Lena shakes her head good-naturedly. “Can I ask you a question?” She asks; her features turning more serious. At Supergirl’s nod, Lena continues, “Who is Mon-El to you? He was important enough to be on your list earlier, but he’s Kara’s boyfriend…”

“Oh…um…” Kara swallows hard.

“Because I really like you, but Kara comes first, and if he was cheating on her with you…”

“Oh, no! No! Nothing like that!” Kara rushes to appease Lena, although her heart melts a little at the way Lena stands up for Kara Danvers. “He-He’s just a friend… A good friend…a friend who knows my planet…who knows about my customs and traditions… He’s the closest thing to a Kryptonian friend I have…”

“Oh…” Lena nods, worrying her bottom lip. “I promise one day L-Corp will find a way to clean the lead off the air so he can come back, Supergirl."

Smiling even though there's a knot in her throat, Kara says, "About that… Four hundred years from now, L-Corp will find the cure for it." At Lena's inquisitive look, Kara explains, "Mon-El… He traveled back in time… He's back, and thanks to your company he can breathe our air again."

Lena is speechless. There's so much going on in her mind, that she can't help but laugh in disbelief. "Y-You're telling me that I did it?? Th-That I managed to keep on the right path??? That L-Corp will continue to do good long after I'm gone?!?!"

Kara smiles softly at Lena's enthusiasm, and nods. "I had no doubt about that."

"This is crazy!" Lena laughs again, shaking her head. "But wait, you said her traveled back in time? How long has it been for him?"

Kara turns her gaze to the city bellow them once more. "Seven years… He's married now… I'm sure he'll try to go back to his timeline soon…"

"Wow… Um…" Lena frowns. "I think I should call Kara."

"No!" Supergirl rushes to say. "Sh-She's okay. I mean, she's dealing with it. Her sister is there for her."

Worrying her lip again, Lena nods, and silence sets between them.

“I know I’ll never understand what you’ve been through,” Lena starts without looking at Supergirl. “As I said before, no human truly can, but…in a way, I understand. When I lost my mom…I lost everything; I lost her, my house, my friends… Everything I knew…gone, and suddenly I was with this knew family who might as well have been from a different planet.”

Kara turns her head just slightly so she can discreetly watch Lena as she speaks. It’s during moments like this that Kara remembers how young Lena actually is, and how much she’s been through.

“I don’t remember much about my mom, and I never knew anything about my father, well, at least not until Lillian decided to tell me Lionel was my real dad to try and get something from me.” Lena scoffs, shaking her head. “My dad is now gone, Lillian has tried to kill me many times, and I watched the only person who truly loved me turn into a monster.” Suddenly Lena has an urge to drink something strong, but she forces herself to stay still. “And once again, the life I knew was taken from me. No one wanted to be associated with me anymore… the friends I thought I had, left me; the man I loved couldn’t understand why I needed to move here.” Sighing, Lena rubs her temples and a practiced smile appears on her lips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to turn this into a Lena Luthor pity party. All I’m trying to say is, even though no one on Earth can understand the scale of what you’ve lost, some of us can still understand what it feels like to lose everything and having to start over.” Placing her hand on Supergirl’s arm once more, Lena says, “Just know that you’re not alone. I’m here for you, and if you ever want to teach me anything from your culture, I’d be more than willing to learn.”

Kara can’t stop her tears, but she’s smiling brightly again. “Thank you, Lena.” And as a word crosses her mind, Kara’s smile turns into a full-on grin. “How about we start with the word 'mbysh'?”

Lena returns the smile, glad that she was seemingly able to comfort the hero. She tentatively repeats the word, making Kara giggle. “Hey! Don’t laugh at me!” Lena laughs along with Supergirl.

“I’m not laughing at you! I promise!” Kara snorts out a laugh. “You just sound very cute! Come on, try again.” She says, repeating the word for Lena.

Lena can feel her cheeks burning at the compliment, but she repeats the word after Supergirl, earning an excited squeak. “Better?” She asks.

“Yes! It was perfect!” Kara beams.

“Good!” Lena says proudly. “But what does it mean?”

Kara tilts her head to the side for a moment, smiling softly at Lena, before leaning in and kissing Lena’s cheek. “Friend. It means friend.”

[1-800-444-tune]

New Moon is going to be according to my status calculations on my app on my Windows tablet , at 3: 41am on the 6th of March, coming up, in zodiac sidereal for the New Moon is Aquarius. Predictions and more details to be posted later this week as I gather evidence and write my article.

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I have totally stopped posting the free daily and weekly horoscopes did you notice?

That's because I do not feel like I should be giving out my great divine guidance fir free anymore, I'm feeling used and over worked, also

I only post the daily card of the day for tarot then a few other specials daily, and weekly but everything else I am currently putting on hold until I can at least afford some damn toilet paper. Because I just am not dealing with helping out a bunch of people with their super important questions for free when I do not get help myself for the things I truly need, don't you think my not having fucking toilet paper is a little bit more of an emergency than whether your boyfriend or non boyfriend likes you and you're truly actually meant to be with them, I have to apologize in advance if I seem like I'm being selfish, or rude. Please, I intend to not do any harm by bringing up this fact. Only voicing that I too, have maybe, maybe just maybe, bigger problems than your issues that I think are pure selfish things st this moment in time I'm real sorry that I do feel this way, maybe being broke has made me bitter a tad ... I don't know, cause I used to always go out of my way to assist anybody even if I did not know them, and I'd concentrate on their problems more than mine always focusing on helping others instead of helping myself, now I am purely from the heart, just reaching out for just some compassionate, you do not have to donate much just 3$ or more would get me through the day, 10$ could get me the toilet paper plus my dignity. Today. So if you feel like helping a lost soul out here in the Galaxy.

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Hey everyone I just want to say I care deeply about each and every tumblr blogger on here, and I sincerely hope the best for you always, and right now I am doing little candle prayer magik to send you all some healing and luck , and if you do decide to donate, just simply write to my ask box your about you donated and I will be doing a super special ritual tonight (for another reason, personal worship) but I will include your name personally into my piece , and you will truly I swear notice something great happen to you by the time of the New Moon, on the 6th like I wrote at the top of this post

I really actually did not intend for this post to get so long or go on about my personal issue, also I'd like to remind you not to judge a book by its cover, I have huge medical bills and current legal fees that I am trying so very hard to keep up with, this is a really really hard time for me, personally I am not even wanting the morning to come when I go to bed at night. I feel borderline suicidal, if that isn't hard times, I don't know what is... and I'm not even looking for sympathy, or anyone to feel anything towards me except knowing my strength of how far I've come and acknowledgement for this strength that I, an unpredictably unstable mentally ill woman of faith, have come so far from where I used to be and made it through my spiritual awakening which I thought was truly the end of the world it was doomsday dread style scary shit ! But I made it out alive! And now I am a much more magical person because I'm so blessed with my true path of destiney realised again this issue feelings of wehen I was a young teenager, it's like I get to start fresh as new beginning, I actually got a real second chance at life, because if you knew me really knew me, you'd know, that, I had strayed off the great path and was walking along a fine line where I was in constant danger daily. Hourly. I was always in harms way, just on the darkest side of life, depressed and not living for myself at all. I was not trusting my intuition, I was being abused and bullied all the time. And that constant abuse tore holes through my personality and literally metaphorically emotionally ripped me right apart inside and out. I was such a mess I hit rock bottom anxiety struck me harsh but it was good for me in the end because at rock bottom, you have no other choice but to rise up from where you currently are, it's such a true realization, but the main thing is I had gotten better from the abuse, and left finally the abusive relationship and all the other abusive people in my life because as I was going up n up no choice but up, I was gradually actually slipping into my divine timed spiritual awakening which shook my world.

My journey to progression and eventually getting back onto my rightful birth path, my destiny too, this all started my spiritual awakening and shifts in consciousness, I was truly blessed to be cursed at this time. It all started when I went to the homeless shelter in april 2018, just before my birthday it's like surreal how it was all so planned out like this, it's crazy, if you guys only knew the whole entire story of what I have gone through and the truly horrific events that I now realised were all tests, and lessons, and that's my favorite way to look at my very abusive past and the unfortunate circumstances that wound me up a homeless addict on the streets of cities I dwelled in for times that seemed so rough and brutal I thought the pain would never end. Addiction can happen to anybody. But this is something that I actually feel in my soul that I was supposed to, meant to, go through. To realize some things, I had to experience this hard lifestyle. For me to eventually get to a place of gratitude and humility and to actually drop all my selfish ways and have more compassion, and learn that I am meant to have these traits because I am a great healer. In my community I live in currently, a lot of them know my past but do not judge me one bit, they all truly appreciate my free community services that I provide for those in need, they are all suffering from mental health issues and I am treating them (not so much their mental condition but other problems they have at home or with their body) . I am really good at working with herbs, spices, and essential oils. I make and invent cures to almost anything! And I have a biig book of herbal remedies that I, myself , have invented or have found online and then tweaked the recipe to bed much better!! This is volume. 001.2 of my Book Of Shadows. I have written so very many books about magik and the laws of the universe. I cherish my sacred personal theories and extensive wealth of knowledge I have collected. I'm just good at organizing this shit for some reason. If I wasn't so private of a person and afraid of people stealing my information without my consent then I would gladly post more of this type of stuff then I already have,in this blog and my other one which is personally a better one.

Anyways, now you know where I stand, where I come from a little bit.

I really really hope that somebody will take the time to donate to me this day so that I may be I can feel better and like somebody actually cares. I have over spent to the max on credit cards with online shopping, and shipping all kinda of witchy trinkets and necessities, the basics, I am stuck with a huge credit card bill, and I have my boyfriends credit card that I did not know until yesterday, but, he put everything to be on me. He totally used my Health Card and SIN # TO GET WHATEVER HE WANTED BUYING SHUT ONLINE AND SHIPPING TECH STUFF TO HIS FRIEND! I feel like I got scammed and I'm damned or something !! Not only am going to be suffering from PTSD and anxiety around men forever, because of this selfish Identity use basically total FRAUD, I AM NOW stuck in a bad position and with a bill and now the worst part is that I am actually facing federal prison because of some of the activity he did while assuming my identity ?.. thanks ?

I feel very very stupid, I feel like a total idiot for listening to my ex-commonlaw boyfriend, I'm glad I just decided to give him literally all of the furniture and all the shit we owned. It makes me feel less guilty about all the negative emotions I have towards him. I know it does not make it right but it does help believe it or not, because J eventually end up thinking about it as a positive .

If you have at least got this far through this rambling write up post , then congratulations, sincerely- thankyou for listening !

You are amazing

You have a purpose

Find your destiny

☆you're made of star stuff, you're a star!

You are perfectly imperfect

Your magic is valid

No matter who you are or how experienced you are in Pagan Tradition /Wicca and Witchcraft/The Occult or any related subjects and interests in lifestyle choices, your magic is valid! It doesn't matter if you JUST decided to become a witch TODAY or 5 minutes ago, that title is yours to hold onto and have forever or for as long as you decide!

Everybody is special!

Everyone is worth it!

Nobody deserves to be bullied or told they are wrong for what they believe in, simply , everyone's path is unique and it's just not four to critic anybody for the path they are choosing! There's a lot of confused witchlings baby witches and some bullying religious type overgrown babies out there. I think everyone should just have a little more like a lot more respect , because it can be intimidating to anybody who wants to share their opinions that they might feel are good ideas but are second guessing the post they want to make based on fear around the way some communities are reacting and trying to police these people's opinions. As far as I know this blog site was actually created to actually share your opinions without judgement and harsh exchange of words based on the content context. I can relate to this oppression. I feel as if not only does it sometimes the fear of rejection stop me from posting but also I have a big fear of being hated on for a lengthy and slightly random post I write it then I delete it right away. It's just that I actually have severe symptoms of A.D.D that my doctor is not currently helping me to treat, so I can get a bit off track sometimes, and my subjects vary like for example in my main post it starts as a simple astro galactic observations post, my starting of this post I just realize was about the New Moon . Then I started talking about my software that I cannot afford and then i went on to talk about my emergency thats actually bothering me even more , the fact that i cannot wipe my ass today and i do not live near any restursnts or anywhrr literally that has toilet paper availible in their washroom or else id just go to McDonalds and use theur washroom, simple as that...but not availible sorry, and now that im still rambling ans have your attention i have an offer actually for some people that do donate, I'd like people to donate towards so that I can provide a few lucky people with

Free Natal Astral Chart plus some informative explanations about your planetary alignments with accurate predictions to your life. I could eventually provide a much more accurate source of information in my reports than I do with this program I'm running off my laptop as of right now, but currently if you'd like a real actual Astrologer like produced Natal Chart , I am calling everyone to donate to this account here www.paypal.com/4tunef8 and let me know in my ask box that you have donated to my space cosmos exploration programming software .

This is getting way too long I know, but if you really did actually read some of this message at least the good parts, then please share my link to my paypal in your blog with a short excerpt on why they should donate to me , my cause, my business (just started) , and also donate to the astraunomer cosmos Explorer Division Technology that I am so very excited about but I know I have way bigger problem,than, that, but I just wanted to give you guys an idea if what I can do for you. We can make a trade? Please!? To dedicate my time and efforts to assisting every one with their issues gives me great joy, I just love to be useful, and a helping healing hand to any literally anybody , and so ooo much of my days are spent spending my hard earned money on others . To make them that herbal remedy for their skin they truly need because every skincare product on the market is littered with toxic shit that causes bad reactions and the treatments for acne I make that I've invented do not infect or irritate the skin, so they need me, and they cannot afford this 290$ treatment but I actually spend MY money each month just to get the satisfaction of doing the right thing as nd also satisfaction that my products produce results that are beyond what I ever expected of them, sometimes I need a confidence booster and this once a month or twice sometimes, spending I do to make and create this great acne treatment that's herbal and more of a holistic approach.

My greatest flaw right now is not my addiction or the abuse I'm going through anymore, I don't live on the streets (yet) have a pretty decent apartment but my greatest flaw is helping people if that can even be a flaw? It is though, I have so many many more examples of times during the month that I am called up "hey witch doctor, we got a problem, are you free?"

I am on paranormal investigating teams in surrounding communities as well, this takes out so much energy, time, and yes, you guessed it, money !!

Anyways again I am actually going to close this rant ramble weird thoughts flowing from my mentally ill mind.

I truly truly hope that somebody, just 1 person even, does decide to care enough about me , a poor lost soul, to donate some about, it's all up to you, I'm not putting any rules and I just am not one to tell people what to do or how to spend their hard earned dollars or anything like I do not push ideas onto people, I'm just not like that, I totally believe in freedom for all, I don't wish for world peace at night because I know that that isn't possible, there's some cultures that just do not mix and a lot of cultures prefer to stick to their own and that's great because how else would the culture survive and the traditions live on to the next generations if they were mixed with a bunch of other cultures and lost their true identities as a nation , that would be sort of sad in a way, but I'm really not properly medicated and should not even maybe be observational posting about this when in not well in the mind fully yet this day. But a donation will help me to wipe my ass and that's my main goal.

Kk,baiii, don't hate, just donate #freefaeona #donation #astrology #worldwide #tarotreading

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Four times Kara didn't say she loved Lena (and one time she did)

Original work on Ao3. ENJOY! ●●● i. The first time Lena heard Kara say ‘I love you’ it wasn’t directly at her. They were in the middle of yet another interview – or maybe it was the end, she kind of lost track of time around the bubbly blonde reporter – when Kara’s phone ringed and she excused herself to answer her sister’s call. “Hey, Alex!” She had said with a smile, rolling her eyes at something her sister said back. “I’m not bailing on you, I’ll be there in time, don’t worry!” Lena tried her best to pretend she wasn’t eavesdropping even though Kara was right there in front of her, humming at Agent Danvers words. “Try to relax, okay? I’m on my way.” Kara smiled affectionately, and Lena wanted to scream at the butterflies in her stomach to fucking get it together. “Bye, I love you!” Lena quickly looked up at those words, heart beating fast and fucking butterflies making a fuss yet again. While she and Lex had a great relationship growing up, always supporting and teasing each other over dreams and silly things, they rarely shared any affections. He used to ruffle her hair when she done something good or a smart move at chess, and she would touch and squeeze his arm when one of his crazy projects worked out without exploding his room. The first and probably only time they said I love yous was right after Lionel’s death. Kara said I love you to her sister like she meant every word of it, and like she wouldn't stop saying that any time soon. Kara's words made Lena's insides melt. "Sorry about that," Kara said shyly, hanging up. "We're having dinner with my sister's girlfriend's family for the first time tonight. Our mom is meeting Maggie's aunt and husband, and Alex is freaking out making sure everything looks perfect, so apparently I have to be there right now or I'm dead!" Lena laughed and walked Kara to her office door, before they shared a brief but tight hug. "Text me later to let me know Supergirl's sister didn't kill her." Kara blushed and nodded, "Bye, Lena." Lena stared at Kara as the blonde walked to the elevator, thinking about her fainting I love you and how Alex Danvers was lucky to hear those words everyday. ii.  Visiting the DEO base for the first time made Lena remember her first time in Disneyland right before Lex went away to college - Lillian's last attempt to spend more time with her son and Lionel’s gift to Lena for her 12th birthday.  Everything was magical. She went there to sign the papers about Kara's secret identity, but then somehow ended up helping Winn solve a cyber attack happening simultaneously all over the country after the surprise release of an alien malware used to collect informations about every alien related secret the government had. It would take Winn and his team hours to solve the problem. With Lena's help though, it took them two.  Kara wrapped both arms around Lena and Winn's shoulders as the whole base clapped and cheered over their success. Even J'onn J'onnz's lips turned upwards a tiny little. After that it turned a common occurrance for Lena to visit DEO for professional reasons, weather to help Winn and his brilliant team with new algorithms, or Alex's researches in the incredible base's lab, or maybe only to watch Kara working out. And she knows the last one it's not professional, okay? Don't judge her. Lena knew by now that Kara and Winn were best friends even before she came out as a superhero. She knew they bonded over working for Cat Grant the great Queen of All Media, and she admired both of them for putting up with all of Cat's crazyness.  Kara and Winn were like over excited puppies or maybe kindergarten partners in crime, and Lena was glad Kara had someone like him to be there for her no matter what. Even if their closeness made Lena jealous as fuck sometimes. But of course she couldn't say that out loud. Lena and Kara were only friends.  Sure, they hung out, had lunch or dinner together most days, were partners in game nights for the past couple of months, secretly texted each other about boring meets they had to attend, teased Maggie and Alex for being such a married couple already and Kara gave Lena the best back massages ever... but they only friends.  And if Lena felt something for the blonde, that was entirely her own problem. She couldn't force her feelings on someone else.  Kara was such a lovely human being and her friendship with Winn was really a precious thing to see. The three of them were once again in the lab, hunched over a table where Winn was trying to recreate Kara's aunt special suit that prevented Astra and the others from the dangerous effects of kryptonite.  Kara was quite happy with the possibility of not having to worry about the mineral in a fight, and Lena couldn't say she wasn't relived over the fact maybe she didn't have to see Kara being carried to her sun bed still bleeding.  She wished she could wipe away that memory.  "I can't believe it!" Winn said quietly, making Lena and Kara stop their completely serious thumb fight to look at him. "I'm a freaking genius... oh God, I'm a freaking genius!" Kara was already smiling widely, "You did it?" Winn raised his fists in the air, jumping up and down, laughing. "Gimme a Rocky Balboa song, baby, because I DID IT!" Kara screamed and threw herself in Winn's arms, holding onto him like a baby koala. "I fucking love you, Winn! I love you! I love you!" "Oh, I know! I know!"  Lena wanted to stab the jealousy monster right in the eye. She didn't have time to dwell too much into it, though, becuse Winn and Kara were now looking at her with that twin glint in their eyes and...  Oh no. Lena was tackled to the ground before she could run, trapped in a messy group bear hug and giggling fits. When Alex found them down there with raised eyebrows, the three of them screamed 'WE DID IT!', before pulling her down too.  iii. Lena Luthor was a genius.  Lena Luthor was the youngest CEO L-Corp had in its history.  Lena Luthor was fucking scared to meet Eliza Danvers. "You're pathetic, Luthor." Maggie mumbled as they cut vegetables for the salad in Kara's kitchen.  Lena looked up to see Maggie's annoying smirk. "What are you talking about?" Lena asked, eyes now back to the baby carrots she was meticulously cutting.  Maggie looked over her shoulder to where Alex and Kara were talking as they set up the table. When she turned her eyes back to Lena, she was smirking again.  "You may look all calm and collected, but buying all these flowers arrangements and that expensive wine that probably costs more than my apartment kinda gives you away." Maggie whispered. "Actually your devotion to those carrots and how you make heart eyes at Kara makes it even more obvious." Lens blushed but tried to act cool. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Right. And I didn't fuck Alex on your office couch." Ew. EW! Lena's hand slipped as she looked with widen eyes at the detective, face as red as the blood now dripping from her index finger all over the kitchen island. "You and little Danvers were taking too damn long to make a good use of it." Maggie shrugged as if it was nothing. "MAGGIE!" She pointed the knife towards the detective. "What's happening here?" "Lena, you're bleeding?" In a blink Kara was right beside here, Lena's hand in hers as she took the knife away from the CEO to give a better look at the cut. "Margaret it's what's happening! They had sex on ou- on my office couch!" Kara gasped as she looked at her sister and her girlfriend, Maggie laughing so hard she barely made any sound and Alex hiding her flushed face behind her hands, mortified.  "Maggie, I can't believe you!" Alex groaned. "Lena's meeting was taking too long!" Before anything else could be said, they heard the doorbell ring. Kara glared at Alex as she still held Lena's hand in hers, making some pressure over the wound to keep it from bleeding too much, and Alex took a deep breath as she moved to open the door. Eliza was already smiling when the door opened, but the smile quickly turned into a frown when she noticed the tension.  "Is something wrong?"  "Lena cut her finger." Kara quickly said. "Oh dear..." Eliza quickly walked inside the apartment and approached the two of them, pushing Kara's hand away and replacing her daughter's hands with her own, looking at the cut. "It's deep, but nothing serious. Kara, go grab the first aid kit." Kara was gone and back in a second.  Eliza moved Lena to the couch as Alex and Maggie finished cleaning the kitchen island and preparing the food, Kara watching attentively as her mother patched up Lena's finger.  "There you go. All good." Eliza said when she finished wrapping Lena's finger in a Minions band aid. She smiled. "I'm Eliza Danvers, by the way." Lena gulped and looked up into the older woman's eyes, suddenly feeling nervous yet again. "Lena Luthor, ma'am." Kara giggled at her words and Lena felt very embarrassed. "Only Eliza it's fine. I was actually looking forward to meet you, Lena. Of course, under better circumstances."  Lena looked surprised at Eliza. Since Kara's invitation to dinner to meet her adoptive mother last week, Lena had been nervous. She wasn't used to meeting moms and this was Kara's mom. "You were?" "Kara talks so much about you, I felt like I knew you already!" "Mom..." Kara whined, cheeks turning pink and looking away. Lena heard Maggie and Alex giggling in the back like high school teenagers. "She only said good thing, of course." Eliza took Lena's hands between her own and looked right into green eyes. "And I also would like to congratulate you on your public speech in the Congress about the new National Alien Immigration Law Center. That's a very important step for aliens to come out of the shadows and seek our help. Hopefully more and more countries will follow our lead. I'm very proud of you, Lena." Lena felt her eyes stinging as she looked back at Eliza. In all her twenty five years of miserable life she never heard her own mother say such gentle words with that soft motherly tone.  She took a deep breath and tried her best to prevent the tears from falling. "Thank you, Eliza. Really." "Oh, come here!" Eliza opened her arms and pulled Lena into the warmest hug she's ever felt - except Kara's. Then she felt Kara hugging both of them, reaching for her mother over Lena's shoulder to kiss Eliza's cheek. "I love you, mom." She said softly. "I love you, too, sweetie." Alex cleared her throat.  "I love all of my girls!" Eliza said louder as they laughed. iv.  Maggie was a little shit.  They all knew that. And Lena would never forgive her for having sex on her own office couch before Lena even had the chance to maybe, one day in the future, make a good use of it with Kara.  It was their couch! But still, Maggie had Kara's back and vice versa.  Sometimes they went out to lunch only the two of them, when neither Lena or Alex had the time to tag along. They started to do yoga classes together, which Lena couldn't really complain because Kara stretching her body was an amazing sight, before they moved to kick boxing.  When Kara started to say fuck more often, Lena and Alex both agreed that that was probably the limit of things. "You'd think I would be glad my little sister and girlfriend are getting along so well, but I kind of wish they hated each other right now." Alex said as they watched Maggie and Kara pour the biggest glass of beer the alien bar had down their throats, trying to see who could drink faster over a stupid bet.  "Kara thinks she's turned into a badass." James said, chuckling when Maggie and Kara finished their beers at the same time, the two of them burping loudly. "For Christ's sake..." Alex mumbled as they approached their table once again. "Did you finish?" Lena asked Kara when the blonde sat back down by her side, wiping away the beer mustache the reporter had with a napkin.  "Uhum!" Kara hummed and nodded quickly, her glasses sliding down her nose a little. "Maggie was teaching me some cool pick up lines!" Alex glared at her girlfriend, who raised her hands in surrender. "She might want to use some in future!"  Lena pretended she didn't see everybody looking at her with the corners of their eyes. She knew they all thought she should make a move or something towards Kara. But why did it have to be her?  If Kara felt anything for Lena, she would've said something by now. But Kara was as affectionate with Lena as with everybody else. And she didn't want to mess up their friendship.  "I might!" Kara nodded quickly again, smiling. "You should try it right now, little Danvers!" Maggie, the little shit.  Lena sighed as she prepared herself to see Kara find some bulky guy to practice her ridiculous pick up lines on, but the blonde only bit her bottom lip, looking around. Then she turned to look at Lena. "Hey, Lee! I may be Batman but you're Robin my heart!"  Kara's cheeks were flushed from the drinks and Lena thought she looked beautiful.  But all of their friends were making such a fools of themselves as they punched the table, laughing hard. "Was it good?" Kara looked from Lena to Maggie, seeking for her master's approval.  "Try the Super ones!"  Kara thought for a moment before she looked at Lena again, "Did I hit you with my heat vision? Because you're on fire!" Lena palmed her red cheeks as she too started to laugh at Kara's words. "Oh! I have another: I think your clothes are made of kryptonite, we have to get rid of them immediately!"  "Okay!" Alex said as she clapped her hands. "I think that's enough, let's get this ladykiller home!"  Alex helped Kara with her coat since the blonde was too drunk to put it on her own, and Lena grabbed Kara's purse, following Alex and Maggie outside, as they supported the blonde's heavy body to Lena's car. "Than you for our lessons, master. Did you think it worked?" Kara asked Maggie, the reporter's arm still around her shoulders.  "You'll have to ask Lena later." Maggie said with a smile.  "Okay... I love you, Maggie." Kara said softly, kissing Maggie's cheek. "I love you, too, baby Danvers." Maggie closed the passanger's door and winked at Lena over the roof is the car. "She's all yours now, Luthor." Lena could only wish.  +1. Lena was getting used to hear Kara say 'I love you' to almost everyone by now. She said it to Mon-El once after he got beaten up by some giant crazy alien that looked like a crocodile, putting himself between the Croc and a group of citizens, giving them time to run. He was starting to learn to be a hero and a good Supergirl sidekick. When he didn't spent time hitting on girls, that is, but Kara or Maggie would always slap the back of is neck as they told him to treat girls right, so Lena hoped he learned that too. Kara often said 'I love you' to J'onn.  She ended calls with Clark with the same words. Cat Grant visited her once at CatCo and guess what? 'You know I love you, Cat!' She said it to Brad, her doorman when he helped with the grocerie bags. She said it to Lena's doorman once for the same reason.  And she said it to Bruce Wayne after an interview over the phone, but she insisted she didn't mean it, it was just force of habit. But she never said it to Lena. Not even once. Not even if just by the force of habit.  And Lena shouldn't feel hurt, but she did. "Do you love me, Kara?" Lena finally asked one night. They had been watching a movie on Alex and Maggie's place as they waited for the couple to return with the food. Lena's head was resting on Kara's thigh on the couch, but apparently Kara had been so startled by the question she jumped, forcing Lena to sit up. "W-what?" Kara asked nervously. "Why are you asking me that?" Lena sighed. "It's just... you have this crazy habit of saying 'I love you' to just about anyone!" She finally said, running her hands over her dark hair, frustrated. "You say it to Alex, you say it to Eliza, you say you love Clark before finishing your calls, you said it to Brad the doorman once. Even Mon-El got his declaration of love!" Kara was opening and closing her mouth quickly, like a fish out of the sea. "But.... that's... that's just... me, you know!" Lena smiled sadly at that. "I know. I do know. But you never told me. Not even over a phone call."  Lena looked down at her hands, suddenly feeling very stupid to start this discussion. "Look... let's forget I said anything, okay?" She smiled but it didn't sound funny. "I get it. It's hard to say those words to a  Luthor and-" "It's not that." Kara said just above a whisper. "I could never say I love you without making it sound something so much deeper than that." Lena looked up quickly, frowning at Kara's words. "What do you mean?" "I wouldn't be able to say I love you without wanting to make love to you." Kara's hands were shaking as she said that. "I do like to say how much I appreciate having people I can trust and cherish in my life. I had no one. My planet was gone. And this was my second chance." Kara took Lena's hands between her own. "But meeting someone like you it's a one time thing, Lena. Our friendship it's something I would never risk losing." Lena felt Kara's hands move to her cheeks. "You don't know how much I love you, Lena. How many times I had to force myself to keep the words inside. I love your smile... Rao, it feels like flying over the clouds and bathing in the first rays of sunshine. I love how green your eyes are. I love how I can read your humour through your eyebrows, and I love the way you clench your jaw when yore concentrating too hard on your work. I love your voice when you say my name and the sound of your laughter, I love your skin and how soft it is, it makes me crazy. I love how you love people, no matter where they're from." Lena smiled as she wiped away relieved tears, because Kara finally said she loved her. "I'm fucking in love with you, Lena." Even better.  "I'm in love with you, too, but I hate you for taking too fucking long to tell me that!" "Then I'll have to say it everyday." Kara smiled, before leaning in and covering Lena's lips with her own in a slow but deep kiss. They broke apart a few moments later, trying to catch their breath.  "I love you. I love you. I love you..." Kara mumbled as she peppered kisses all over Lena's face.  The CEO smirked as she laid down on the couch. "You know, I think Maggie's couch it's so comfortable." Kara raised an eyebrow. "Lena, no..." "Lena, yes." Then Lena yanked down the woman she loved and that loved her back for another hungry kiss. Suck that, Maggie!