#across the divide

[windslar]

And so it begins

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[teamphobia]

I think

I am going to go on a walk.

[frostbite-yinny]

<The video is shaky, and there is constant shuffling ruining the audio completely. You can see flashes of green and a soft call of a Sceptile before the camera lowers down on the ground with the Pokemon. Done toying with the phone, the Sceptile settles down to watch with it in his grasp. Yinny is seen sitting at the end of the table in her house. Surrounded by way too many bottles for one person. Her eyes are located on the liqueur as she tries to remember what she was drinking.

Something nudges her legs, and without looking down, she reaches downward to pet her Liepard. Ignoring the way her Froslass is hovering right in front of her. Staring. Not judging, oh no, but something close.

As another empty bottle hits the ground with a thud, her Charizard approaches. Starting to get worried by all the things littering her new floors. Worried about scratches. He places his claw on her, a weak attempt to stop her. She doesn't respond, only glancing at the claw and gently petting it before returning to the glass in front of her.

One swing and it's empty.

A purple figure gets in the shot. Her gengar, ever the sensitive one with tears already in his eyes. He mirrors the Charizard. Yinny shook her head, her voice gentle as she tell him to go to sleep and that she will be fine.

The gengar doesn't move.>

[lostmoonofjupiter]

Some pearl, blue, tea, forget-me-not inspired post dividers I made :)

[acrossthedividenuzlocke]

| Chapter 7: Page 17 |

...huh, didn’t notice I never posted this here, uh, that comcludes chapter 7! Stay tuned for more -checks watch- ...later today!~

[blueflare7pkmn]

I want to help Uncle Bane and Mom... but I don't know how...

[poke-irs-real]

Oh the adoption squad is deep in it now

yinny you are going to die of liver failure

bane you need a hug so badly

[kaybaeisgay]

no but really let’s talk about the dynamic between the older gen spideys vs young gen spideys for a moment, because it’s really got me fucked up.

miguel and all the older gen spideys seem so entirely accepting of all these “canon compliant” rules, because those rules absolutely validate the trauma that every one of them has gone through. the idea of “oh our pain had a reason, oh our heartbreak was for something after all” is a VERY powerful notion that—understandably—they welcome with open arms because they have already lived it.

but the younger gen spideys…. yes, most of them have bought into miguel’s logic for most of the movie, because of course you’re going to listen to the 1,000,000 adults all telling you the same thing when you’re fucking fifteen and desperate for any semblance of mentorship. and it sure does make a lot more sense when you yourself have also experienced a similar trauma to all the others.

but that’s exactly it, isn’t it? they’ve all experienced the same trauma—

that miles and pav have not.

so, no. actually, fuck your rules. and really, fuck your demands that i must suffer what you suffered just because you cannot accept me without it. and good on miles for saying it—good for all of the spideys who realized he was right—realized he was asking all the right questions instead of drawing all the wrong conclusions.

(yet. for all my anger i feel towards the older gen for pressuring him in that way….i also understand why they cling so desperately to these stupid “canon” rules. because, if miles can manage to resist it—if he or gwen or pav can escape what they never could—then suddenly, they have to ask the question of:

“what didn’t i do right?”

and

“was all that pain really for nothing?”

and accepting your life after having to ask those questions instantly becomes much more difficult.)

[theemeraldforesthideout]

June

[mojo-chojoo]

i might have a type after all

[teamphobia]

@safrina-shards *Ring Ring!*

I hope I don't wake her or anything...

[frostbite-yinny]

hey Yinny you doing alright?

-@muse-tadeo

Yeah, just-

Nothing is wrong. I just need to find a way to stop myself from making double portions. I'm too used to leaving breakfast and lunch for Bane befreo I go to work and pokemon are getting to them...

[windmill-ghost]

Probably the one millionth person to observe this, but it seems like Americans can intimately understand for themselves that citizens of their state have little control over the actions of the state, don't necessarily agree with or understand the actions of the state, and might be actively harmed by the actions of the state... but have a lot of trouble imagining that this could also be true for people in other parts of the world.

[acrossthedividenuzlocke]

| Chapter 8: Page 1 |

Guess Ginger isn't used to the roughing it life, interesting choice tailing a bunch of kids through the wilderness then~

[judasisgayriot]

For @gerardexplain x

[biting-miguel-ohara]

omgie congrats on 300 followers!!!! could i perhaps get prompt #14 with miguel o'hara-? something fluffy please (ﾐ´ω`ﾐ)

- 🎀 anon

14. "You look cute wearing my clothes."

CW: fluff, clothes sharing, very mild miscommunication (?), kissing, gn!Reader

“Hey, Miguel.” You stroll into his laboratory, making yourself comfortable in a chair. You’re only here for a moment, on your way back home after a difficult mission.

He’d let you crash in his suite for a night, given how utterly exhausted you’d been. And given you a change of clothes after your spider-suit had been destroyed.

He was so nice. So perfect. It wasn’t any surprise you had a massive crush on him. There was no way it’d be reciprocated though. You were sure of it.

Miguel glances up. For a heart-stopping moment, his gaze wanders over your body. Then he smirks. “You look cute wearing my clothes.”

Your brain does an emergency reboot, leaving you staring at Miguel in bafflement. “What?”

He chuckles, low and smooth, leaving his workstation to move towards you. Even in his lab coat, he looks huge.

He reaches out with a clawed hand, gently titling up your head. Brushing his fingers along your cheek and smoothing his thumb over your bottom lip!

“I said,” he murmurs, “You look cute wearing my clothes.”

You just stare up at him, heart racing in your chest. He was— He just— Your poor crush has no chance against him.

You duck your head a little, suddenly bashful under his gaze. “Maybe… you should let me wear them more often, then…?”

You’re flirting with Miguel O’Hara! Well, technically, you’re flirting back, but you’re flirting with Miguel O’Hara. Only the handsomest, strongest, most deadly spider in the whole Spider Society.

He chuckles again and leans a little closer. “I’ll let you wear them as often as you like.” His thumb rubs along your lower lip again. “But I want something in return.”

Your heart sinks for a moment. Of course he wants something in return. You nod slowly, still gazing up at him. At his mesmerizing brown eyes. And gorgeous lips. “What… do you want?”

He quirks a brow in amusement, gently tugging on your lower lip. It takes you a moment to get it and your eyes widen when you do. “Oh! Oh! Yes! I accept! Or agree! Or whatever—“

He cuts you off with a soft press of his lips to yours. You melt into the kiss, lost in the plush feeling. It’s sending tingles down your spine, your heart pounding in your ears.

He pulls back and you chase after him. Catching him in another kiss. You can’t help it. Who would, really?

He’s smirking when he finally does pull away. “Took you long enough, little Spider.”

Your cheeks heat, but you ignore the bait. Instead, half breathless, you murmur, “Talk less, kiss more.”

He’s more than happy to oblige.