#because i meed to know what she was THINKING

[judastarkid]

there either needs to be a fic with an exploration of kat’s reactions and thoughts regarding her second life or i need to be told that no such things exists so i can give it to the world

[dinogoofymutated]

Hey!!! Thank you again for Remy's one shot, it was amazing!!

I saw that you would like ideas for Cable and Warren, and I may have a few...

Especially for Warren....

I'd love to see Warren and mutant! Reader that "hate" each other, and reader thinks she has no chance with him, so she goes on a date. Warren is jealous and watches over her, and swoops in once the date goes sideways.

Words are said, feeling we shown, and Warren giver the fairytale kiss. (Could end with them going at it on a rooftop...)

Could be sfw or nsfw, either way I'll enjoy it immensely!!! I can't wait to see more of your work ❤️

Sfw! Warren/Fem!reader

OMGGGG UGG I LOVE THIS SM!!! I have a slight obsession with prompts like this- soooo yeah lololol. Oh! Also, I feel like I should mention this is more based off of comic and show warren, and not the version of him from the apocalypse movie. Hope this isnt too OOC!

Tws: Bad date, Warren is kind of an asshole but we love him. Kissing in the rain.

Warren Worthington is a dick. He's always teasing you, snatching your books, and pencils, and really everything you meed and holding it out of reach. He'll thwak you with a wing on purpose, always saying some stupid excuse like "Oh I didn't see you there." When you know damn well he did.

And he's not even like this to anyone else! It's incredibly frustrating, especially with how often he'll just up and completely ignore you to go flirt with Jean- who's still with Scott, might I add! Ugh!

It shouldn't matter to you whether or not he flirts with other people- the guy was clearly uninterested in you. But you just... can't help it. You really liked Warren, more so before this whole event started, when you didn't know him that well but couldn't help but blush at some of the things he did. You knew he could be kind, and he had a sweet side to him despite the cocky persona he's always pushing. (Because is it really a persona at that point?) But he just seemed so out of your league. Around the time you started pulling away from him was when the teasing started up, and to be honest, it had just confirmed your thoughts that Warren didn't like you.

Whatever, though. You'd get over it. You wanted to get over it. And the opportunity was presented to you to do just that. You had been out shopping one day with Jean when a man had approached you- not Jean, but you. It was really surprising, as most men would completely skip over you to talk to your beautiful best friend. You didn't hold any resentment towards her, it's not like she can help it. But when a rather attractive man approaches you, asking you on a date? You couldn't help but be flattered.

    You were excited! Really, really excited for this date. You had put on a cute outfit, even throwing on a little makeup, dresses to impress you know? Plus, your date was really attractive, and for some reason, you felt like you needed to spruce yourself up a little bit to impress him. It had taken you forever to be happy with your look, with Jean reassuring you over and over that you looked perfect and that everything would be fine!

    Eventually, his car pulled up in front of the mansion to pick you up for your date. You only had to glance at the window before you were running down the stairs excitedly. Of course, leaving couldn’t be all that easy, could it?

    “What are you all dressed up for?” You hold in your groan at the sound of Warren’s voice. He’s leaning against the foyer wall, cocking an eyebrow at you with a smirk that makes your heart do something funny. Didn’t change the fact that you kinda wanted to punch him. 

    “If you have to know, I’m going on a date.” You say, rolling your eyes. His smirk drops immediately, but you don't really notice as you put your shoes on. 

    “A date? With who?” Warren Pushes himself off the wall to approach you, grabbing hold of your arm to keep you from running off just yet. You make a face at him, confused and a little annoyed at his attention. 

    “A guy. He asked me out while Jean and I were at the mall, not that you really need to know.” You snark. Warren scoffs at that, looking a little frustrated. He begins to talk again, but he’s cut off by the sound of a horn honking from outside. Your face falls, and your stomach drops at the sound. Your date must be impatient. You don’t like the implications of that. Warren looks angry, letting go of you as he takes a step back.

    “You’re really going to leave with a guy who doesn’t bother to ring the doorbell?” He asks. You can’t find any words to say, feeling a little hurt. You turn away from him, quickly opening the door to leave. Warren can see your face light up a little as you wave at your date, closing the door behind you. Warren’s wings sag a little, left in the foyer looking like a lost puppy without you. 

    “You know, if you were nicer to her you probably would’ve had a chance.” Warren sighs dramatically at the sound of Bobby’s voice, turning to see that he had been watching the whole time, eagerly munching on a bowl of cereal.

    “Can it, dude”

    The fact that you're going on a date doesn't sit well with Warren. There's a pit in his stomach that he can't seem to shake, and when he tried to talk about it, Bobby and Scott just waved him off, telling him he was just jealous- and well, he was. But that wasn't the point! He didn't like that you were going on a date with someone random, or anyone besides him, really. He just had a bad feeling about it all.

    He knows he doesn't really have the right to be as jealous as he was. The two of you weren't together- but at some point, he thought you would be. He liked you. More than friends should. He had for a while, but you started to pull away from him- so he started to do anything he could to get your attention. Sure, he wasn't exactly being nice, but he wasn't being mean. He wasn't trying to bully you or put you down, he was just… teasing. 

     Warren had been couped up in the library as the evening went on, staring out the window with a sigh as it had started to pour. He had been thinking a lot about what Bobby had said earlier, dwelling over it constantly. Normally when he was so caught up in thoughts like this he would fly around the mansion to clear his head, but with the storm outside that definitely wasn't going to happen. He sighs, resting his head against the window while his eyes begin to drift close, but a movement in the corner of his eye catches his attention.  He sits up a little bit, squinting at first to see whatever it is through the rain. When he finally realizes, it is like he was hit over the head with disbelief. 

...

     The rain was cold. You were shivering as you walked along the asphalt driveway up to the mansion doors, sniffling the whole time. You knew you looked like a mess, mascara running down your cheeks in inky black streams, soaked to the bone without a jacket to keep you warm. The date was a bust. You should have known better. Been smarter. Hell, you should have asked someone else to drive you so that you wouldn’t be stuck in this situation in the first place. Or at least brought your wallet so that you could’ve used the payphone to call someone to come get you. But here you are. You were sad, wet, and despairing over the long walk up the driveway, but at least you were back at the mansion. 

    It’s hard for you to see through the heavy rain, so you keep your head down towards the ground to keep the rain out of your eyes. You don’t even realize that someone had run out to get you until you hear footsteps splash through the puddled driveway. You try your best to wipe the tears from your eyes, praying that they won’t be able to tell with the rain, but it is hard to hide the puffy red face the tears left behind. 

    You don’t really want look look up when you feel the rain stop, already knowing who it is by the sound of his gait. Warren holds the umbrella out to you, and you take it. He has his trench coat over his arm, and he uses the extra hand to wrap it around your shoulders. It’s awfully big on you, but it’s warm and dry, and you're thankful. You wipe at your eyes again when Warren takes the umbrella back, trying hard not to start crying.

    “What happened?” Warren asks. You finally look at him, and the concerned look on his face just makes you feel worse. Your face scrunches as you tear up again, and you look up at the umbrella as you try to avoid the embarrassment. You don’t really know what to say. You don’t really want to say anything right now. But you do.

    “He didn’t know I was a mutant.” You say, voice shaking a little. Although, you can’t help but let out a pitiful laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation. “He thought that the school was just some place for rich kids. I mentioned it offhand because I assumed he knew- and he didn’t. He wouldn’t drive me home so…” You make a vague motion at your soaking clothes. Warren looks angry. Angrier than you’ve ever seen him before. He opens his mouth to say something and decides better of it. Instead, He wraps an arm around you and begins to guide you back to the mansion. You blush a little at the action, but realize he probably just has to stay close to keep the both of you under the umbrella- not that his wings even fit, by the way.

    “You’re gonna be soaked.” You say, pointing towards his wings. Warren glances back, flexing the limbs just slightly, and shrugs. 

    “I’ll get over it. Wouldn’t be much of a hero if I let a pretty girl walk in the rain, would I?” Warren flirts, sending you a wink. You send him an incredulous look, before bursting out in laughter. Warren gasps, putting a hand over his “wounded” heart. 

     “Seriously? That was a good one, and you’re just laughing?” Warren complains, which only makes you laugh a bit harder. 

    “Oh please, that one was so cheesy!” You manage to say through the laughs. Warren is smiling, and it’s different than the smile he wears when he’s being an annoying jerk. His hair is wet, and his clothes are damp, but to be honest, you really start to understand why they call him Angel. You look away when you realize you’re blushing, but you can’t seem to wipe the smile off of your face. 

    “That guy was an idiot, by the way,” Warren says after a moment. Your smile falls a bit at the reminder of the start of the evening. “He really has no clue what he’s missing out on.” You snort at that, unable to keep yourself from rolling your eyes.

    “You sure have a lot to say for a guy who doesn’t like me all that much.” The words come out before you can really think about it, and you’re caught off guard when Warren stops walking. He doesn’t remove his arm from around your shoulders, but he moves so that he can look at you better.

    “What do you mean by that?” Warren asks, His face twisted in an expression you can’t quite figure out. The question and the seriousness in his tone surprise you, and you don’t quite know how to respond at first.

    “I- Huh?”

    “You don’t seriously think I dislike you, do you?” Warren asks again, worry bleeding through his tone. You furrow your brow in confusion.

    “What?? Warren, you’re not exactly subtle about it.” You mention, and Warren’s recoil is unexpected.

    “Oh my god, you do.” Warren holds his face in his hands for a quick moment, wondering how he had done so wrong. “Why would I dislike you? I literally spend every waking moment trying to get your attention!” You can’t help but let out a noise of confusion, mind working overtime to get the gears working in your head.

    “By tormenting me, you mean.” You say, and Warren vehemently shakes his head.

    “No! That’s not what I…” He begins, but he trails off. He’s trying to figure out something to say. Some way to let you know about how he feels, and his thoughts, but he just can't seem to find the words.

    “Okay then, Prove it.” You eventually say, crossing your arms defensively underneath his coat. Warren frowns at you.

    “What?” He asks.

    “Prove it. Prove that you don’t actually hate me.” You repeat again. You’re not exactly sure what you are expecting him to do or say. To be honest, you half expected him to give up altogether, but you were wrong about a lot of things.

    “I- you seriously want me to show you. Right now.” Warren asks again. You shrug your shoulders in response.

    “Yup.” Warren seems to take a moment for the confirmation to process, and then he smiles just slightly. Like he’s in disbelief about what he’s about to do. Before you know it, warren has dropped the umbrella, cupped your face with both hands, and pulled you into a kiss. 

    You’re wide-eyed for a moment, simply letting him kiss you in your disbelief as the rain pours down on you once again. Your mind still hasn’t quite caught up yet. Warren is kissing you so deeply, so lovingly, that you almost feel like you’re dreaming. He separates from you for a quick moment before kissing you again, this one a little less intense, and finally you find yourself catching up to the situation. You kiss him back, heart thundering in your chest. You can feel Warren physically relax, his wings fluttering just slightly behind him as you fully lean into the kiss, hands latching onto his shirt as you move closer. You feel him sigh into the kiss, and despite the cold rain, all you can feel is warmth. 

    When the two of you finally separate, Warren rests his forehead against yours. His pretty eyes look at you with fondness, and you find yourself wondering how you’d never seen it before. All he really wanted was your attention, didn’t he?

    “...We are so gonna get sick after this.” You mumble, brain still stalling a little bit. Warren lets out a laugh, pulling away to pick up the umbrella again. He pulls you a little closer than before as the two of you finally make it to the front steps.

    “Yeah, Probably.”

[my3rzs]

could i have a xavier thorpe request with an established relationship and the reader gets injured by the hyde or during the fight with crackstone? Thank you im just a sucker for angst.

KEEP YOU SAFE | x.t x fem!reader

summary: after getting a fight with xavier, you get injured

notice: she/her pronouns, swearing, reader gets hurt, overprotective xavier? bianca and xavier were never together, bianca is not a bully in here (i think thats all)

pairing: xavier thorpe x reader

a/n: i spent maybe 5 mins brainstorming abt the summary :’), but reblogs would help and im literally too embarrassed to read this so i could proofread it but enjoy lol, but check the hashtag #xavizgirl so you can see all my works there ahaha

you and xavier had a fight last week and you haven’t talked to him ever since because he was jealous of a guy he saw you walking to class with,

though it was really stupid, you have to admit you did miss him a lot, you missed his stupid face, how he peppered you with kisses, how he handed you paintings of yourself or one of your favorite things you told him about, cuddling with him almost every night, you just miss him in general.

“hey, do you wanna hang out today? maybe go shopping?” bianca asks

you were too busy staring at a picture with xavier and you in it,

“huh?” you asked cluelessly as you heard muffled noises from her mouth

“let me guess, xavier? you’ve been ranting about the fight between you two for about a week, ya know?” the siren stated

“he’s just so stupid, he didn’t even let me finish what i was trying to say after he pulled me off the fucking guy!” you explained

“well, maybe you should just try confronting the boy. who knows you two just need to talk?” she answers

“well maybe i could do that, but what am i gonna say to him? it’s gonna be so awkward” you whined

“just explain how you’ve been feeling about the fight, how you barely know the guy, and stuff, but it has to be sincere and it has to come from your heart” she advised

“i’ll try my best, thank you bianca, i really owe you for this one okay?” you gave her a smile

“goodluck, y/n!” she gave you a thumbs up

-

you pulled out your phone go text xavier,,

y/n: hey can we talk?

xay: uh sure? why?

y/n: can we plz just talk

xay: ok, when and where

y/n: like rn, and maybe our spot in the woods

xay: ok be there rn

you hearted his message and put your cellphone into your pocket, you were walking in the forest so that you could meed up with xavier and make things right until a large, hairy, grey, big eyes, bloodshot monster stumbled you over, it looked like a beast or some sort of creature. it trapped you and before you knew it, it’s claw’s scratched your skin through your clothes twice and you were a literal bleeding mess. you tried to run as fast as you could and tried to grab your phone so that you could call an ambulance or xavier but realized you have dropped it while running, and that was all you remembered.

xavier was still waiting for you and he was starting to get impatient and think he was getting pranked, he has texted you nonstop and sent you calls but it kept going to voicemail, eventually.. he gave up and tried to go back to nevemore but he saw your unconscious body and you were bleeding.

“y/n? what the fuck!” he screamed as he saw you

“everything’s gonna be fine, everything’s gonna be fine” he said running to your body panicking and immediately called the ambulance

once they have arrived they took you into the truck, while xavier was so awfully worried and kept blaming himself while pacing, bianca and ajax walked up to him and asked what happened,

“it’s y/n.. she got fucking attacked!” the artist cursed

“hey, it’s gonna be alright, okay? the nurses and doctors are gonna make sure she’s gonna make it” ajax calms him down

“and besides, we can also visit her. dont worry, we’re all here for you xavier” the siren added

it has been 3 weeks and you still haven’t woken up, xavier was so stressed, his lips are so dry, he looked like he hasn’t eaten in about a week, and he has very dark eye bags, it was the weekend and he decided to go visit you.

he opened the door and saw that you still haven’t woken up, he sighed and put one of his letters on the table.

“i miss you” he muttered while grabbing your cold hands

“it’s all my fault” the blonde boy sighs

you opened your eyes slowly and saw him tearing up a bit, “xavi..?” you say

“y/n! you’re awake!” he looked up and saw that you were awake so he quickly wiped his tears with his sleeve.

“were you crying, xavi?” you asked and tried to sit up and but felt a pain in your stomach and hissed in pain,,

“fuck!” you cried

“hey, hey, hey, the doctors say your stomach is still not okay, so they don’t recommend sitting for now, yeah? but they say it will heal a bit fast, so you’re gonna be okay, alright?” he dodged your question

“xavi.. you’re ignoring my question” you gave him a frown

“i’m not crying, silly. and even if i was it wouldn’t matter, we need to focus on you right now, bubs” he points to you

“and i kinda want to apologize, for you know.. being jealous and overprotective, i’m the reason you got here..” he says

“don’t blame yourself, i should’ve waited for the next day” you chucked reaching out for his hand

he held your hand and kissed your forehead, “i won’t let anything happen to you, i promise i’m gonna keep you safe, okay?” he assured

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i didnt know how to end this and got lazy ahahaha

[w1shb0n3z]

"Oh, Falin's so pure! She'd never put one life over another! She loves everyone equally and would die of sadness if anyone gets hurt under her watch! She must he so anxious and shy! She meeds to be protected and- "

Ermmm, nuh uh?

Please don't infantilze Falin. I beg. my heart can't take it

Just because she's soft spoken doesn't mean she's a "uwu angel baby". That is a grown women that's been through some shit! We start off the series with her being eaten by a dragon goddamn it. You think dragons just pop up and scoop up unsuspecting damsels? NO. You gotta decend in a dank dungeon, beat monsters, and revive who knows how many people to reach that thing.

Also!

I dont think she's anxious. Even in what we see of her as a child, she isn't a really nervous kid! She's just introverted! She isn't really "shy" as much as "quiet". She wins the IDGAF war and is nice (rare combo)

[duckprintspress]

Round Table Discussion: Grammar Pet Peeves

Today, March 4th, is National Grammar Day! Last year, we celebrated with six of our favorite grammar quirks. This year, we’re going to the other end of the spectrum: we had a conversation with our editors and blog contributors about grammar things we hate. They may be technically correct, but that doesn’t mean they don’t make us crazy. Eighteen people, many anonymous, contributed to this discussion.

Dangling Modifiers

boneturtle: Dangling modifiers, hands down. Even when I can decipher what the writer meant based on context, it viscerally hurts me every time. When I am editing I have to stand up and take a lap around my apartment when I hit a dangling modifier. Remind myself that I am here to help. Learn more about dangling modifiers.

Commas

anonymous: Commas are not difficult! Commas end phrases. Full stop. That’s all they do. Is a phrase necessary to the grammatical coherence of the sentence? if the answer is yes, no commas because that phrase hasn’t ended. If the answer is no, commas! comma hug that bish if it’s the middle of a sentence. The difference between grammatical and informational is whether or not the sentence makes sense without the phrase. 

Examples: 

The man who ordered the six double anchovy pizzas claims to have a dolphin in his pool. 

You need “who ordered the six double anchovy pizzas” because you need to identify which man you’re talking about. The world is full of many men. 

The ancient Buick, which Madeleine purchased via Craigslist, belched black smoke whenever she pressed the accelerator. 

We don’t need to know how Madeleine purchased the car for the sentence to make sense. You don’t even meed “Madeleine” for the grammar to make sense. Therefore, hug that phrase! 

(a comma on each side of the phrase) or give it a dramatic send off with a comma and an end punctuation. (i could go into conjunctions, too, but those are a little more complex, and if you were taught them properly, i understand not getting the comma use 😂 ) 

Prepositions at the End of Sentences

Tris Lawrence: There was a dictionary (Merriam-Webster? Oxford? idek) that posted recently on social media about how the rule about not ending a sentence with a preposition came from English scholars trying to make English line up with Latin, and that it’s totally okay to do it… and I’m just wanting to point to it to yell THIS because uhhh trying to rework sentences to not end in a preposition often creates clunky awkward things (my opinion, I recognize this).

D. V. Morse: Ending sentences/clauses with a preposition. Well, not doing that is supposed to be the rule, but depending on the sentence, it can be a convoluted mess to try and avoid it. Winston Churchill famously told someone off after they “caught” him breaking that rule, saying, “This is the type of arrant pedantry up with which I will not put.” (Yes, I had to look that up.)

Pronoun Confusion

anonymous: I hate playing the pronoun game when reading. I hate it in life when someone comes up to me and tells me a story involving 2 people of the same pronouns and stops using names halfway through, and I hate it while reading too. Nothing makes me fall out of scene more if I don’t know who just did/said what. Use names. That’s why we have them.

Nina Waters: epithets. If I know the characters name…why? Also, when people use “you” in third person writing. There are times I’ll allow it as an editor/times when I do think it’s at least acceptable but not gonna lie, I absolutely hate it.

anonymous: My pet peeve … I read hundreds of essays in a given month for work, plus a whole lot of fanfic for fun. A rising issue that I have noticed in both places is incomplete sentences (lacking subjects, typically). I think it’s because people rely on Google’s grammar checker to tell them if something is wrong and…Google doesn’t check for that apparently. I’m increasingly convinced that my high schoolers simply weren’t taught sentence structure, because when I ask them to fix it they almost universally say some variant of “I don’t understand what you’re asking me to do.” Therefore, it might be punching down a little to complain about it. I’m not sure. It does drive me nuts though. Lol

“Would Of”

Neo Scarlett: Not quite sure if that falls under grammar, but I hate hate hate when people use “should of” instead of should’ve. Or “would of.” It just makes my toe nails curl up because it may sound right, but it looks wrong and is wrong.

Semi-Colons

Shea Sullivan: I saw a list punctuated by semicolons recently and that made me froth at the mouth a bit.

anonymous: I think any editor who’s worked with me knows that I have a pet peeve about using colons or semi-colons in dialogue. Or really, any punctuation mark that I don’t think people can actually pronounce. Semicolons can live anywhere that I don’t have to imagine a character actually pronouncing them.

English isn’t Dumb!

theirprofoundbond: As a former linguistics student, it bugs me a lot when people say that English is a dumb or stupid language because it has borrowed from so many languages. What people mean when they say this is, “English can be really difficult (even for native speakers).” But I wish people would say that, instead of “it’s dumb/stupid.” Languages are living things. Like other living things, they adapt and evolve. English is basically a beautiful, delightful platypus. Let it be a platypus.

Dei Walker: I remember seeing somewhere that English has four types of rules (I’m trying to find the citation today) and everyone conflates them. And I guess my pet peeve is that everyone treats them equally when they’re NOT. There are rules but not all of them are the same – there’s a difference between “adjectives precede nouns” (big truck, not *truck big) and “don’t split infinitives” (which is arbitrary).

And, because we couldn’t resist, here are some of our favorite things, because when we asked for pet peeves…some people still shared things they loved instead of things they hated.

Oxford Comma

Terra P. Waters: I really really love the Oxford comma.

boneturtle: me: [in kindergarten, using oxford comma]

teacher: no, we don’t add a comma between the last two objects in a list.

me: that’s illogical and incorrect.

anonymous: I will forever appreciate my second grade teacher’s explanation of Oxford comma use: Some sentences are harder to understand if you don’t use it, but no sentence will ever be harder to understand because you do use it. Preach, Mrs. D

anonymous: I am definitely Team Oxford Comma. I even have a bumper sticker which says so

Other Favorites

Shea Sullivan: I adore the emdash, to every editor’s chagrin.

Shadaras: zeugmas! I think they’re super cool!

Shea Sullivan and Hermit: I use sentence fragments a lot. Fragments my beloved.

English Grammar vs. Grammar in Other Languages

anonymous: so in English my favourite thing is the parallel Latin and Saxon registers because of how that affects grammar, but in Japanese my favourite grammatical thing is the use of an actual sound at the end of the sentence to denote a question, as opposed to how in English we use intonation? Also how in Japanese the sentence structure requires reasoning first and action second in terms of clauses. So rather than go “let’s go to the cinema because it’s raining and I’m cold,” you’d go “because it’s raining and I’m cold, let’s go to the cinema.” (My least favourite thing is the lack of spaces between words in the written form but that’s purely because I find that level of continuous letters intimidating to translate.)

I also love how Japanglish in the foreign communities in Japan starts to develop its own grammatical structure as a way of situating yourself in this space between the two languages. It’s used as a call-sign of belonging to that specific community, because in order to make some of the jokes and consciously break the rules of English or Japanese grammar and/or choose to obey one or the other, you’re basically displaying your control over both/knowledge of them. Like, the foreign community in Japan is often a disparate group of people with multiple different native languages who are relying on their knowledge of at least one non-native language but often two to signify their status in the group as Also An Outsider and I think that’s really interesting.

Nina Waters: Chinese and Japanese both drop subjects, and Chinese doesn’t have like… a/the… Japanese doesn’t have a future tense… Chinese kinda sorta doesn’t have tenses at all… (these are not pet peeves, btw, I love how learning a language with such different ways of approaching these things reshapes my brain). Chinese also doesn’t really have yes or no.

There’s a joke somewhere on Tumblr about that, though I actually think it’s about using “a” versus “the,” like, someone was giving a Russian speaker a hard time after they said “get in car” and they were like “only you English speakers are dumb enough to feel this is essential why would I be talking about getting into any random car of course I mean our car wtf.”

anonymous: on the subject of other languages, epithets are also something that happen differently in other languages. In French repeating a word (names included, and sometimes even pronouns) is considered bad writing. As in, way more than in English. Going by how grating the English translation of the Witcher books was to me when the French one was fine, I’d say it’s the same with Polish, at least. It’s also very interesting how brains adapt to writing styles in other languages.

What are some of your favorite and least favorite grammar quirks, in English or in the language of your choice?

[quismihiignem]

What if Magnus died before the sea of monsters happened. Magnus could have been the older cousin. And annabeth could have gone with Frederick to Boston in the year after the lightning thief. The beginning of the sword of summer happens but annabeth is a lot younger. Which would happen in January of that year because Magnus’s birthday (Magnus is 16 annabeth is 13). Annabeth doesn’t see Magnus in the same place as the original because she would be alone in the casket room. So she thinks that Magnus is dead and owns a mansion. But technically it’s frederick’s because she is thirteen so Frederick and mrs. chase and there kids move in with annabeth. At some point before the sea of monsters Magnus (with Alex)sneaks in to the mansion and finds annabeth she is home alone for some reason. And is very surprised to see Magnus. she hugs him and asks how is he here and then notices Alex and asks she ( Alex is a boy like in original). Alex corrects annabeth. Magnus says it’s a long story but annabeth says she has time cutting Magnus off in the process.

Magnus:you wouldn’t believe me-

Annabeth:try me

Alex:Gods are real

Annabeth:well yeah I know that

Magnus:you do?

Alex:*ignoring him* no like more than one

Annabeth:yes that is what I meant

Alex:okay we are einherji, warriors of Odin, residents of Hotel Valhalla

Magnus:please stop

Annabeth:alright so what are you doing here

Alex:*turns towards Magnus*why are we here

Magnus:looking for stuff Randolph might have left

Annabeth:you should look at the fourth floor that’s where we put all of his stuff

Annabeth starts heading towards the fourth floor and is rethinking her plans for the future wall she walks. On the fourth floor Alex Annabeth and Magnus fight a wolf and in the battle Alex shapeshifts. Annabeth sees this.

Annabeth:you’re a shapeshifter

Alex:yep a son of Loki

Annabeth:Loki?

Alex:yeah the god of tricks and mischief?

Annabeth:sounds kind like Hermes

Alex:who’s Hermes?

Annabeth:the god of travelers and thieves

Magnus:that doesn’t really sound like Loki

Annabeth:what is he like?

Alex and Magnus:evil

The conversation kind of ends there and Alex and Magnus start to look at the drinking horn that they wolf was after. They find the journal and the three of them go to the balcony to read it. They are aren’t in a rush because they came to the mansion a few weeks earlier than in the original. Annabeth can’t make out any of the words. But they read the last bit about the meed but none of them know anything about it. The Norse cow joke comes up and annabeth realizes that Alex likes Magnus but she doesn’t say anything. Alex says she needs to see Sam to do shapeshifting training. So see heads out and leaves annabeth and Magnus.

Magnus:so you knew about the gods

Annabeth:yeah I’m a halfblood

Magnus:ha same

Annabeth:who’s your father?

Magnus:Frey, your’s?

Annabeth:Athena, but I haven’t heard any of the gods you’ve mentioned

Magnus:I have not heard of Athena or Hermes are you sure they’re Norse

Annabeth:Norse, no they’re Greek

Magnus:the greek ones are real too?

Annabeth:yeah, you’re saying the Norse gods are real?

Annabeth has a puzzled expression while she re-rethinks her plans for the future. Magnus is silent for this. Eventually they see Frederick and the other chases came back from whatever they were doing. Annabeth rushes away Magnus and tells him to meet her tomorrow at noon at the bridge where Magnus died.

This is pt1 of this AU more may come soon

[silence-like-a-dead-man]

Bruce Wayne Music Taste Headcanons

(really quick so i deleted this playlist while cleaning out my yt unfortunately grrrr but yeah i meed to start fcking posting the stuff in my notes app that i've been keeping there for years)

Disclaimer & Huge Spoilers for The Batman (2022): This playlist is made mostly with pre-flood Batman in mind. I think that Bruce post-flood and post-Vengeance-arc has a broader and brighter music taste than the one I've curated for him. I may make a completely different playlist for post-flood Bruce because I believe that his music taste changes drastically when he enters his Hope arc.---------------------When he's in his cave, the music he listens to does not exist to calm him down. He purposefully listens to depressing, negative music with vulgar lyrics because he wants to stay in his misery, in his thick swamp of grief that is the Batcave. Bruce definitely has taste that leans towards the dark and the heavy (grunge, numetal, heavy metal, hard rock) but I think every once in a while he finds a song that he likes that doesn't fit his playlist genre-wise but he adds it anyway, most likely because he enjoys the lyrical content. (example: Excursions by A Tribe Called Quest is hip-hop, but the lyrics fit his life story extremely well, and the song itself is in Minor and feels very 'thick' and swampy due to the upright bass melody throughout the instrumental.) I think Bruce views lyrics as the most important aspect of the music he listens to. It's not enough that he vibes with a song, or that the song SOUNDS like something he would listen to. He needs to either relate to the lyrics or at least appreciate the lyrical content. I think Bruce listens to music that came out around the time he was born (he's a 90's baby in this Universe, age is late 20s-early 30s). He doesn't know a lot of new music, or even new pop culture because he's an absolute recluse and I don't think this man even knows who Beyonce is. He doesn't search for new music. He hasn't moved or touched anything in his parents' room because he wants to remember exactly what the room looked like the night they were killed. He doesn't want to get a new haircut or new clothes, he doesn't care about the newest ball or charity event or trend, he doesn't want new friends or acquaintances. He is the epitome of depression and PTSD. This may be really weird to say but I don't think pre-flood Bruce understood his privilege at all. He seems mildly confused whenever Selina brings up the fact that she's had life experiences that he couldn't possibly relate to because he's a rich white man. There are songs I wanted to add to this playlist (example: Alright by Kendrick Lamar) that talk about police brutality, political corruption, anti-government sentiments and the like, and I ended up NOT adding those songs because I don't think pre-flood Bruce had a good-enough grasp on the concept of privilege, ACAB, class differences, etc yet. A Kendrick song would be better suited for post-flood, "Hope" era Bruce.

(AN: Well, here's my first real fandom post on here! I think at some point I'm going to post my Billlie (kpop group) lore study, which may be used in momosunrise (YT)'s upcoming Billlie lore video, of which I am the original writer of in case anyone was wondering

(AN 2: I also may be posting a part 1 of a "Cillain Murphy filmography review" at some point, where I cover every film he's ever been in from 1997-2008. Be on the lookout for that!)

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector's Edition: The Field Where I Fix-It Fic-ed

Ahhhh, The Field Where I Died-- quite an impressive idea, not quite an impressive execution. These fics, however, make me glad that it exists in its own, weird little corner.

Dedicated to the one anon that wanted a TFWID fic list~! :DDDD

Loose chronological order below~!

**Note**: Will ghost edit this post later. ;)))

eponine119’s I Do Not Want To Believe

""I was powerless to do anything but watch as he rose in the field next to me, his chest covered only by his thin blue shirt. No bulletproof vest to save his life. And I knew he was going to die.

Worse, I realized, he wanted to die. To be with her. So that history would repeat itself. What could I do? "Mulder!" I shouted at him as I had so very many times before. It was no use.

Cringing inside I watched. Waiting.

No shots rang out. He disappeared into the building.

No shots rang out. I ran after him.""

Post TFWID Scully realizes that CSM is the contradictory lynch pin to Melissa Ephesian’s story. Mulder, meanwhile, believes their own bond broke the chain that linked he and his “soulmate" in tragedy.  

@alienbaby-babymama/ABBM515’s Soulmates 

""You okay, partner?” Scully reaches out to squeeze his bicep. She’d seen the same forlorn look on his face during his hypnosis session.

“Although this didn’t end how any one of us wanted it to, it was nice to know.”

“Know what?”

“That I’m not alone,” Mulder turns to look at her, “and neither are you. Never one without the other. Kismet.”

“Even if I don’t believe in that line of thinking, I’d have to agree.""

Post TFWID Mulder is glad that he and Scully loved each other every lifetime; and is willing to wait for the “right” moment in this one. 

Nicole van Dam's Forgive and Forget

""Perhaps it wasn't the initial meeting that caused him to question her position as a new partner. Just the mere apprehensiveness that lived in him since he was a small boy. It only took a day, one day of her trying to convince him she wasn't sent to watch him; to gauge his work.

She was sent because it was just the way it was supposed to be.

How did he know to trust her to tell her his life; his problems; his fears? How did she?""

TFWID Scully is resigned to Mulder and Melissa's connection... but ponders more deeply on her own.

@wendelah/wendelah1/avesuvianface’s (Gossamer, LJ)

With Regret 

""The deep connection I feel to Mulder isn't because we knew one another in a past lifetime. Even if we had, what possible difference could it make?""

Post TFWID Scully has regrets. 

LuvMulder’s Tonight I Watch You Dream

""You sleep fitfully beside me as I write, your brow furrowed in the solitary pain I have witnessed so many times since I first walked through your office door. On this night, at this moment, high above the earth, I feel you dream; yet, for the first time since I've known you, I doubt it is Sam you see. Unconscious oblivion, the softness of night and shadow are but words, failed promises that bring you no peace as we head back to our lives, far removed from the grassy fields of Apison, Tennessee.

I'm glad to be going home. We deserve a week of bad coffee and boredom--alone--in the clutter of our basement sanctuary.

I need. I sense....questions.

My friend--are we forever changed?

I am so afraid.""

Post TFWID Scully feels like she’s failed Mulder, unable to take the same leaps of faith that he asks of her. 

@happenstanced's (Ao3) For Eternity 

""Scully, look at me.”

I lifted only my eyes, looking up from under my lashes. Tears must’ve formed and were threatening to fall because his expression softened more than I thought was possible.

Uncharacteristically, I blurted out the one thought that had consumed me.

“Did you mean it?""

Post TFWID Scully is avoiding Mulder’s eyes… and he calls her on it. 

Anne Haynes’s (Gossamer) Greater Meed

""She had known he would come to her to talk more about what had happened to him in Tennessee. She hadn't been sure when it would happen, but she'd known it WOULD happen. It was as inevitable as predestination.

He put the sack on her kitchen table and shrugged off his coat, folding it over the back of a chair. "It wasn't about past lives, was it?" he asked with no preamble.""

Post TFWID Mulder has a nagging thought that something is off… and realizes that CSM was already alive during WWII. He expounds about his "stuck" psyche with Scully over ice cream; and she assures him that, of course, his life does means something.

Thalia D'Muse's Day to Give Thanks

""Mulder placed the cassette in his pocket, his mind completely enraptured by the tiny book in his hand. It resembled other small pamphlet-style books one might see at the check-out counter, exclaiming 'Lose 5 Inches In 10 Days' or 'Your Astrological Forecast'.

But the title of this one threw him. The cover was a faded blue with a white seagull, its wings spread across the entire page. Dark blue letters across the top told Mulder the title: 'The Writings of Richard Bach'.""

Post TFWID Mulder turns down Thanksgiving with Scully to brood over his loss and confusion. One of Scully's books enlightens his outlook, giving him hope. 

Stephanie Lutz’s The Wheel 

""He tilted his head back and looked up into the night sky. There was no moon, no stars. Heavy storm clouds had closed in as the sun was setting, blocking any chance of romantic night lights. Appropriate, he thought. Was she out there, somewhere, waiting for him now? As if in mocking answer to his question a smattering of raindrops struck his face.""

Post TFWID Scully lets Mulder have space to process before forcing comfort and understanding on him. He wants to believe; but she reasons they’ll always find each other, no matter what. 

Meredith’s (Alt.) The Favor

""There are parts of that experience I can't let myself forget. My mind was influenced by outside elements, but in my regression I did see some truths. It's just taken me time to sort them out for myself."

She couldn't bear to ask which ones.

"She played a role," he continued in her silence, "and so did you. I just had to figure out where the truth ended and the deception began.""

Post TFWID Mulder and Scully assist Langly on a family member case involving a psychic. He’s already processed his feelings about the episode; and the two discuss how they get each other. 

story_monger’s Searching Souls - Chapter 1

""No, stop, what are you doing?” Scully snatches at the bills, but Mulder slides them out of her reach, and before Scully can react the bartender has swung past to scoop up the pile.

“You can owe me a pizza or something,” Mulder promises her. He touches at her back. “C’mon, it’s getting late.”

Scully putters her lips and slides off the stool. 

Post TFWID Mulder picks up and drives Scully home, rebutting her personal projection ideas and shocking her into believing his theory (even if only for one night.) 

Christina M. Simmons‘s Near Death Experiences 01 & 02

""Eyes stared up at her from the yellowed tint of an ancient photo. Eyes that could have been green, or grey, or blue. A young man in a Confederate uniform, stern-faced... barely thirty, if that. It was the eyes that captured her, though. The expression in them.

Skeptical.

As though he didn't quite believe the camera would work. As though he wouldn't be satisfied until he saw the finished print.""

Post TFWID Scully decides that eternity is not long enough to debate her and Mulder’s ideas, seeking proof in Sullivan Biddle's journal for Mulder’s sake (and her own.) When there is only evidence to the contrary, she is reassured by his easy acceptance of her unbelief.

stellar_dust’s (Ao3) Instinct, With Better Light

""... You weren't in love with her, in this life."

"No .. no, I wasn't. If we'd met under different circumstances, ... maybe I could have been. But you're right, I wasn't."

"She wasn't in love with you, either."

"No. But she wanted to believe.""

Post TFWID Scully suggests that maybe Mulder and Melissa Ephesian were trapped in a terrible cycle because they weren’t “meant” to be. 

@saintbellamys/starsonfire's First Dates and Soulmates

""A comfortable silence and then, "Do you ever think about it?"

Scully glanced at him with curiosity, her nose almost brushing his neck. "Think about what?"

"Our lives. If they could've been different. You told me once that it seems like there could only be one choice and the rest were wrong. There are signs and everything leads up to all these moments.""

Mulder takes Scully on their first date. While stargazing, he explains how wrong he his first soulmates theory was.

@sunsoakd/agenderleadingplayer’s I Wouldn't Change A Day

""And you know you're supposed to want to say yes. You know that part by heart know, know that she would want you to say yes –

Wouldn't she?

– but instead you think about it for a minute, a minute and a half, two. And the answer is no, because if you answered yes then who would she have? And you don't, you think, want to make it seem like you saved her from anything; you didn't, you didn't, she saved herself, you just helped when the tears came down too hard, but...

The answer is still...

"No." It's said with an exhale, an air of finality to it. No, I will not die for you, no I will never, because us, together, that's our whole deal, isn't it? Together. That's the deal, that always was.""

Scully asks (boyfriend) Mulder if he’d die for her. No; but Mulder knows she already has for him. 

RocketMan/Darkstryder’s Mine 01, Mine 02, Mine 03

""In one brief flickering instant I could see the pain all behind her eyes. If I hadn't been looking directly at those sharp blues I wouldn't have even seen it. But I did. Fear and pain and hurt. She hurt for me. No.......she is hurting because she thinks I couldn't be her soul mate.

Even Scully wants a soul mate.

"You're mine," I whisper....""

AU-- Post TFWID Scully feels cut off from Mulder, sad and lovesick. When he realizes, he quickly corrects her misconception… then almost bungles it further. (But that doesn’t stop them from living their lives out together, finally gaining the afterlife in the next.) 

Diadem’s Somewhere 

""It was special. We had to say goodbye the following morning, and neither of us wanted to leave the other behind. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we walked down the main street of the little town.

We started talking about the Ephesian case. I don't know how we got on to it, but suddenly Mulder was asking me if I believed in past lives and reincarnation.""

AU-- Mulder and Scully finally admit their feelings… and then Mulder is shot. As he dies, Scully insists they will get this right when she finds him again. 

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls‘s a roll of stars and fade to black 

""All but the third, but the M.O. is the same for all the cases,” says Skinner. “Trace evidence proves that all three victims were at Forrester’s apartment at one point or another. It's open and shut. He lured these people into his apartment, drugged them, and kept them for hours before allowing them to return home. We have him on kidnapping and use of an illegal drug.”

Mulder turns over restlessly in bed, sheets tangling around him. “Do we know why he did it?” Scully asks, watching Mulder out of the corner of her eye. She is worried about him. First the attack by Samuel Aboah, and now this. They end up in the hospital entirely too much.

“The notes found at his apartment included recaps of the victims’ time at his apartment, based what seems to be some kind of past life experiences specific to each victim....” Skinner clears his throat awkwardly. “We're confirming this theory with the victims now.”

AU-- A rewrite of the episode: Mulder, druggily flashes back to his deathbed in another life-- Sergeant Sullivan Biddle at his bedside-- and uses those recovered memories to probe deeper. Scully and Skinner, meanwhile, try to make sense of and solve the case.  

Diana Alexander/Teresa Horne’s Not What It Seems 

""It had all happened so fast that it makes my head spin. In fact, the memory is only a blur. Though the thought of giving Mulder up tears my heart to shreds, I could've done it. I could've accepted that Angela was his soulmate eventually, and left them both alone. I could have gone out and gotten a life. He never would have been burdened by my feelings, and I would have gone on, no matter what the cost.

I felt a trickle of blood run down my neck and glanced down. The knife had grazed my neck before Mulder realized what his "beloved" Angela was about to do. He aimed the gun and shot her. It could have been merely a reaction, what he was supposed to do under the circumstances.""

AU-- Mulder’s soulmate puts a knife to Scully’s throat; which leads to a more personal (if implied) revelation for him. 

Erin M. Blair/Erin Blair’s Miss Series 04 - Miss You Four

""The truth is within our hearts and our love for each other.

I'm thankful that we're all together as a family. It will make us stronger somehow. When you told me of your epiphany that we were meant to be together, I knew then we were meant to be. I knew we were the true soulmates. Our souls connected through the spaces of time.""

AU-- S9 Mulder has returned with Will in tow; and spends his days, heart very full, watching his soulmate have everything she could ever have wanted out of life.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Thor's best friend + Týr's Fiance part 1

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Reader: female | Thor x sister-in-law Reader (Platonic)| Týr x reader (romantic eventually)

Notes: Yeah I'm writing for God of War: Ragnarök now I'm not sorry

Warnings: not really but involes: bitchy mom, arranged marraige

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You had always been good friends with Thor since childhood, and you always had each other's backs when getting into trouble.

You'd get into trouble at the Meed Hall with a drinking contest and then see who could walk in a straight line, staggering into another bargoer before a brawl struck out

Odin sees you as an asshole, and so do your own parents at your young ages

Always the two of you getting into trouble.

You knew he had a hard time, with his birth mother gone, his new mother in the picture, and his new brother Týr

He always did have a hard time connecting; especially with his dad's assholeness

You've both been on many adventures together, to Midgard to the mild falls, Jötunheimr to the cold snow to throw snow at one another, and to Muspelheim to warm yourself up afterward, paying Surtur a small visit with a hello.

He'd admit, everyone liked you: you were kinda hard not to like: always caring about everyone else while still caring about yourself.

Till one day late: you're waving to Thor as he goes home and you're going your separate ways

He goes to his father's study, as per usual, but is quick to hide seeing his parents talking just outside his father's study

"She is a child!" Her father argued.

"Child or not she is reckless, our bloodline will be ruined."

"She'll find someone she loves!-"

"That someone needs to be an Aesir, not some...Midgaurdian." Her mother snapped, "This isn't some fairytale story that you plagued her brain with: she needs to grow up. The All Father already agreed."

"Behind my back!? Like you do everything else?"

"yes, because I get things done, unlike you husband. I get shit done," Her mother argued, "She leaves for the temple."

"you not only wish to marry off my child but send her away-"

"Be silent!"

Thor was quick to leave, and to your house, running as fast as his feet could carry him, and to your window, but he was too late, damn his fathers telporting birds

"Mother."

"pack your sack."

"For what If I may ask."

"An expedition, to one of the temples-"

"You're letting me go to Midgard! For exploration!" Y/n cheered. "For how long?"

"A..winter or two."

"Really! Yes!" Y/n cheered, "Can I tell Thor before I go!"

"He knows already darling."

Y/n nodded, "Quickly now, you leave immediately."

Thor could easily stick up for you now: like you had him so many times, it wouldn't be hard, you made it seem easy

But he couldn't, and he felt ashamed of that

He didn't even try and chase you down to say goodbye: you were walking into your own demise

he didn't see you for a while after that

a long time

he drank himself to death: if he could that is,

What was he doing? He was sitting here drinking, you most likely restrained to a temple room

You didn't deserve that.

yet he drank and drank, and eventually, Sif came along

and like dust, with a blow of the wind you were gone; from his mind from his heart

And he married Sif

But it brought back you: his best friend, his practical sister; he would have liked you there, laughing your asses off together

He thinks Sif would have liked you

But it feels as soon as Thor's married, his younger stepbrother Týr is apparently sent to get married.

It's a big deal of course, an arranged marriage, by the Allfather himself.

It's unfortunate: You feel stranded, you feel alone; your mentally beaten into submission

So when everyone's gathered at the hall for the celebratory dinner: And you show up,

Your sure Thor choked, shit he's sure he choked.

But there's something different about you besides the clothing and the hair

For an immortal god, you look dead

In the eyes, in the face, you're color gone, no smile, and eyes cast down

You use to wear pants, roll around in the dirt, smile, and beat the shit out of him, this...wasn't you

Týr was a sweetheart, tried to help you warm up: tried to get to know you

He was being as forced as you were in full honesty

He could try and make the best out of it.

"I heard you enjoy painting."

He didn't even receive an answer

Sif was quite well aware of Thor staring you down.

"May I leave for air..."

"You mustn't ask me unless you wish my company-"

You were up the next second leaving to go get air.

Thor could have easily followed you

"So that is Y/n," Sif commented, breaking Thor from his head, but he didn't answer.

"Go to your friend, she needs your friendship more than anything."

So with a slight boost of confidence from his wife, he followed far behind in your footsteps

If he knew you which he did, he knew you were going down to the rocks where the ocean met the land

And sure enough, he found you sitting there, in the same damn spot as you would when you were kids on the small cliff

"hey, there shitface."

Y/n was silent, "Slime ball?"

Still silence, "Stick up my arse?"

Y/n looked back at him, then back in front of her, "My husband-to-be is not here, we can't speak."

"He can shove it up his wise arse."

Thor walked over, taking a seat next to her, the silence thick and heavy.

"N/n."

"My name is Y/n."

"Since when-"

"Since you knew what was going to happen to me," Y/n argued standing up and starting to walk away.

"What was I supposed to do!?" He argued Y/n turned her head.

"Be there! For me!" She argued

"What good would that be!? I didn't send you away!"

"I'm not asking you to fight for me! I'm asking if you'd have been there for me! You were my best friend! Practically my brother!"

Soon you guys stopped arguing, and out of all things started fighting, like physically

with swords and hammer

Sure, you felt angry-despair more than anything, but it changed, in both of you.

Fighting like this felt like you were both kids again, and with the ground wet, mud was bound to be thrown up.

and oh it was, covering the two of you in mud before your mother came out furious looking for you

both of you were brought back into the hall, covered in mud like children

he shoved you first, you shoving him back, and it continued until your mother stopped both of you

So the celebration contained, and your mother was embarrassed and furious,

you were a child, even if she tried to break you after all those years, flipping Thor promptly off as she dragged you off to change, earning a smack in the back of the head by her and a groan from you

Meanwhile, the celebration continued without you, and she put you in one of those fancy dresses, even though it pained your thighs as they rubbed together, and you had to pull it up every so often

You were quiet and quickly returned, your mother ordered you to act properly as you were sat next to Týr once again

Dancing was also apparent later in the night with music, you weren't much of a dancer besides fighting

Týr still tried to get to know you but was silent while doing it, watching you rather than trying and interrogate you

The Valkyries were quite a fan of you, promising training battles as they came up to you

Freya was also quite nice to you: sweet, a friend to confined in if you truly needed her,

"A battle!" Thor's booming voice came over the music, the slamming of his mug down causing the room to come to a halt, "For the giant's head!"

Týr looked her way, "I suppose he is calling to you."

Y/n looked at him, "I truly do not mean to stop your fun as long as it promises a conversation between us privately."

Y/n nodded, "For my head then."

Y/n was quick to get up, kicking off her uncomfortable shoes.

"Looks like you'll owe me ahead," Y/n smirked, "Perhaps yours?"

There was cheering from both sides, Sif had even turned on Thor, cheering Y/n on.

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 15

Dr. Two Brains did a double take at seeing the reflection of his old self staring at him back in the mirror. He rubbed his eyes with his hands and shook his head a bit, trying to regain his composure. "So Professor Goody-goody is back again huh. I haven't talked with you in a long time." Two Brains calmed himself down. He felt silly being startled at seeing his good side pop up again through a reflective surface. He hadn't seen that side much in a couple of years ever since his accident. Despite what people thought. The accident that caused him to fuse with Squeaky didn't create another person inhabiting the body of Steven Boxleitner. It had actually split his mind and soul into two sides of the same coin, with the good one being represented by Steven and the evil side being represented by Dr. Two Brains and far more dominant than his good one. "Well I am back." Steven responded with a shrug. Two Brains almost expected a but after that last word, but Steven did not respond further, just stared at him. He ignored the shadowed look Steven was having, quickly assuming it to be a trick of the light. "What brings you back now, trying again to make a futile plea for me to give up my life of crime and go back to my old boring life." Dr. Two Brains remarked sarcastically with a roll of his eyes. This is what would usually happen when his good side appeared. He would beg and plead with Two Brains to stop ruining his good name, to give him back control and to be free of the cheese obsessions. Two Brains of course would taunt and ignore him, he liked the villain life he has, with some minor issues of course. They really argued back and forth about their body's moral compass. The only thing those two sides ever agreed on was Becky. Besides rest and relaxation periods, Becky's well being and happiness were the only times the good and evil sides of Two Brains merged in order for her emotional and physical meeds being met. They would also never have their arguments in front of her. Neither side would ever get over that haunting and scared look she gave them when both sides first fought for control. Two Brains never wanted this daughter too look at him with such fear ever again. "Actually the reason I'm here is to mainly criticize your work skills as a villain." Steven responded with a sassy tone. Dr. Two Brains scoffed. "MY skills! I'll have you know buster I'm still the top villain around here. I'm still at the top of my game." Two Brains was really offended at Steven's remarks. How dare this goody goody side of his dare and try to critique HIS villainy. Steven snorted as if he heard a funny joke, further irritating the mad scientist. "Not from where I standing Dr. Two Brains. You have become more lazy and predictable ever since the day of the accident. You claim to be proud of your "reputation" as a top villain, but you haven't dealt with that slander the news broadcasted this morning for the whole city to see." Steven spoke in a scolding, lecture tone. "Why should I care what this city thinks of me? These people are gullible and moronic. They will forget about it soon." Two Brains responded with a roll of his eyes. Steven frowned, very unhappy with the mouse man's response. A sharp, but brief pain shot through Two Brains head as he immediately clutched the side where the impromptu headache came from. "This is why you should exactly care Two Brains!" Steven spoke with an dark and angry tone. His expression appearing more menacing than what would be normal for the good and kind hearted professor. "You let those morons at your old work use you like a guinea pig, allowing those ignoramus neanderthal police force to entrap you in a cage of tension, being afraid to even go out and commit a useless cheese because of some dimwitted law enforcement breathing down your neck." Two Brains clutched his ears. He didn't know what was worse, the return od his headache on full blast or Steven's yelling. He could no longer feel Squeaky's presence, only Steven's, but this time he couldn't tell the difference. @melodythebunny @dualnaturedscientist

[communitypoolswimlessons]

last July I decided to record my thoughts on the miraculous ladybug movie

, here you go

(prepare for the most massive text block of your life)

Why is the lighting so harsh all the time????Marinette's speaking v singing voice is soooo. Different

AND WHY DID GABRIEL HAVE LONG HAIR AT ONE POINT BURN IT

And also? Why do they have a ginormous portrait of them in MOURNING CLOTHES.

careless whisper playing as chat takes ladybug's hand is the most correct ever

Also, Adrian is me coded fr

Chat is chaos incarnate

WHY TF DOES CHAT LEAP AWAY LIKE THAT

Adrian get your life together why does a girl make you smile this much you JUST met her

stHAP WHY DID THEY MAKE ADRIAN SO BBGGabriel????? Singing?????

STOP it right now (his whole villain song is sendingggggg meede)

You know what I love how Marinette loves her dad

Marinette's emo song goes hard

I know this is, like, a show about magical powers and whatnot but I really like how they show the destruction of the fight and how, even while helping, damage is done

DONT THINK I DIDNT SEE LUKA I DID I WAS CHEERING HIM ON IN ANY SCENE HE WAS IN

HEATHENS. ABSOLUTE HEATHENS. WHY MUST THEY BITE THEIR ICE CREAM

The banter as they fight is killing me oh my god

And before people ask who I ship in the weird love square, it's just the two of them with the banter ladybug and chat noir have.

IDK WHY IT GOT SO COMPLICATED BUT IT DID AND IM CONFUSED. they are LITERALLY the same people, different fonts.

*breath has been stolen from my body* THE WALL OTS LITERALLY FANFICTION WRITING ITSELF

Also, /gen, how old are they? Because I know in the series they're like 14-15, but in the movie the animation really does make them look younger idk. I think it's around the same?

GEEZE when Marinette claps back she does so brilliantly

$$$picture of dead spider, could have been spiderman$$$

If a) chat noir gets akumatized or b) they don't end up together I will riot I have seen both happen and I have already suffered!!!! I've paid my dues!!!

IM SORRY THE WHOLE HAND THING WHERE IT SHOWS THE PROGRESSION THROUGHOUT THE MOVIE I HAVE DIED DEAD OH MY GOODNESS I HAVE PASSED AWAY /VPOS

Chat is so goofy frOH MY GOD NO NOT THE DOIBLE DUMP SHUT UP AND SHOW YOUR SECRET IDENTITY ALREADY

Also the earbuds?? As a symbol for Adrian's mental state??? Pretty smart ngl

There's only half an hour left Marinette needs to stop singing and get this fixed!!!

Why is hawkmoth like that???? He went from some silly goofy villain with a dark past to me angst machine who only cares about joining his wife like, yes that's his motive in the series but it's much more sane? I guess?

NOOOOO CARLESS WHISPER IS HIS RINGTONE?????

adrian oh my god stop being angsty AND DO YOUR JOB

Plagg has my whole heart fr

Sad we didn't get to see a slow transformation for chat tho

the suspense oh my god stop it

THEYRE TOO YOUNG FOR THIS YOUR HONOR GET YOUR GRIMY LITTLE HANDS AWAY FROM MY BABIES

damn got them with the force

OH MY GOD THIS MAN KNOWS THAT THEY ARE CHILDREN AND DOES. NOT. CARE. LIKE SIR???

what the heck oh my god OH MY GOD THE REVEAL ITS TIME

literally only half of the mask is gone when he recognizes adrian this man needs to spend more time with his child.

If hawkmoth has a redemption arc I will be waiting in line to punch him. Take a number I will gladly do so. Just lemme at him.

How does his cat ears stay on?

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THE REVEAL

why is the wife not in her glass case she's gonna decompose!!!!

[naranciiiasolos]

bedtime story #4

there once were two little frogs on a mushroom. these two frogs were just sitting. thinking. wondering what to for the day. until frog said “ hey lets go on an adventure” “ dude yea yourr roght we should “ and of they go

their first stop was a bridge. as they started to approach the bridge a small little troll stopped them and said “ solve me riddle then thou shall pass” the frogs were confused. but they accepted the little challenge “ the more you take, the more you leave behind. once you have answered this riddle thou shall pass. you have 10 mins yo figure this out “ the frogs started freaking out tryinf to figure out this riddle one if them statted waling around looking at different different things. when frog saw that the other frog leaving foot steps as it was walking. “ foot steps! the more steps you take the more foot steps you leave behind “ “ CORRECTT “ says thev troll. “ you shall pass “ the trolls opens up the the path tk the bridge and thw frogs walk right on it.

the frogs continued their journey when they heard a noise. a very loud noise. a noise that almost sounded like somebody yelling for help. as they followed the yell they found somebody. somebody on a very tall big castle. surrounded by lava. they look up and see a women. a beautiful women. she looked like she had just woken uo from a very long nap. “ HELP HELP PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE HELP WHERE AM I “ yelled the woman “ have no fear women we will come save you!! “ said the two frogs as rhe frogs approached thw castle they were suddenly spotted by something very big. but what was it?? a cat?? a lizard? A LIZARD WHO CAN BLOW FIRE?? that is no lizard that is a dragon! the frogs later had to jump into battle and foght this dragon. and won. they walked uo to the castle and saved the princess. they lead her back to her home and said goodbye.

the frogs continued their journey but later thought. hey its getting late and im gettimg tired. but i dont know where the wat home is. this is when a wizard appeared!! “ i can send you home! but for a price “ the frogs knew they didnt have much so they asked the super cool awesome wizard “ what is it you need sir “ the wozard later said “ i meed you both to get me a fly. but dont eat it! “ the frogs were confused but accepted. they went to look for flies and found a few. teying to catch them they accidentally ate a few until they finally got the one they needed. going back to the wizard, the wizard sent them back home. but it was dark. very dark. but a very nice dark. although it was dark. it was also very bright. because of the amount of stars that were out. the frogs both looked up. and laid down. watching the stars. seeing something so beautiful brought them to tears. “ we sure did get our adventure we waned didnt we “ said the frog. “ yea… we did… “ said the other frog…

the end

[kthynes]

I get the backlash he’s received because of his wife. I also really do think that people meed to take celebrities off a pedestal. These are real people with real lives, families, friends, and different ideologies. I’m not saying that what she has said in the past is okay. Those are not my ideologies. But I do believe that Chris has never publicly said any of those things and until he does I do think people should stop saying taht he will lose fans because of it. Enjoy his movies. Enjoy his work. And thats it. The worst thing that’s ever happened to celebrity culture is people expecting them to talk about every correct political and social ideology and to defend the plethora or rumors that aureound them. To make statements and ‘apologize’. No one knows what happenes behind closed doors. All I’m saying is please don’t pay too much attwntion to their private lives. Enjoy their art and, unless they publicly say such things, don’t be upset with him personally. He’s a wonderful actor, with a great personality and a flashy smile. The personification of Hollywood itself. That’s it.

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[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

Good grief, what the hell was I thinking??

There I was shopping and this guy I’m friendly with at Walmart comes up and asks if I can tale a pot belly pig.

Now I DID tell him I have more than enough animals. But then he starts telling me how a woman he knows might be moving to another state, and can’t take her pet pig. She doesn’t know where to find a home for it, and he knows I have a pet pig and a ton of other beasties, so one more shouldn’t be a problem…

I actually felt guilty for saying no! Me, who sometimes skips on food for me to feed the menagerie I already have!

So I say, well, the pig would have to move in with Ryoga and that might not go at all well. I mean, sure, I’ve always wished he had company, but for a full grown hog with tusks to have a much smaller pot belly pig move in might be dangerous. Ryoga has NEVER had to share anything but my attention. He’s had his own house, his own food, and when I’ve been by his lot he gets 100% of the petting. Ryoga is happy with me sharing oranges or bananas or (currently) grapes with him, but I’m outside the lot and literally the hand that feeds him. For all I know sweet Ryoga might want to kill someone, ahem, “hogging” things!

So I explain I’d be very worried about it working out. And what does the guy say? “Oh, I’m sure he will adjust.” Yeah, YOU are sure! Easy to say when you don’t even have a pig!

But then it’s the sob story, the whole “nowhere to turn” thing, suggesting the very life of the pig is at stake if a home can’t be found, etc.

And I can’t stand it.

I am such a fucking sucker! Why do I have a pet hog? Why do I have five dogs? Why do have about twenty cats on the farm that I take care of? Why did my family have almost every single pet we ever had? Because we are suckers!!! A stray shows up or someone turns to us in desperation because they need to get rid of a pet, and we can’t just say “ Not our problem. Let ‘em die if the shelter can’t find them a home. Or let ‘em fend for themselves. Not our responsibility to save them”

Hell, we once ended up with a rabbit because the owner got sick of them and threatened to make them into stew if we wouldn’t. Seriously, all they had to do was threaten the furball’s life and we went “FINE! We’ll take them!”

But damn it, this time I do NOT have the money to feed another mouth, and I can NOT build another lot just for a new beastie, and NO the pig can NOT move into my house!

**sigh**

Like I said. I’m a sucker.

I let the guy have my phone number so the woman can call me about it if she does end up moving.

I just couldn’t stand the thought of the poor homeless pig in this area where people so casually joke about killing any animal that isn’t a dog (cats included). I mean, they might not threaten to cook him like they do ALL the time about my Ryoga, but I don’t trust people around here to actually love pet pig. Since I’ve had Ryoga I’ve had too many casual chats in stores with people that had a beloved pet pig when they were little that their parents had killed.

But DAMN, this is a BAD idea!

Oh, PLEASE let this woman not move!!!!! ‘Cause if she calls and starts telling me she can’t find anyone else I might find myself with major snouted problem!!

I hate being a sucker for anyone, regardless of number of legs, that seems to meed help….

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 3: Magic Stones of Twin Cities

Narrated by no one.

Narrator: A long time ago, two twin sisters lived together. The elder one was named Erinka, and the younger one Erika.

Narrator: Erinka always danced as she swept through the market in the early morning, welcoming the dawn and returning home with a full load.

Narrator: Erika loved poetry and could sit still and stare at a flower all day, trying to come up with the perfect verse about it.

Narrator: They often fought. You’d mostly hear the impatient older sister, but the younger sister’s silence caused more tension.

Narrator: One day, the noise from the kitchen shattered the morning’s tranquility once again. After a tumultuous exchange, Erinka stomped and complained.

Erinka: Snow on high, how do you meed up breakfast even when you get up two hours early to make it?

Erika: Sorry I’m out of it... It’s maybe because I had a strange dream last night...

Erinka: What dream? Do you want to talk about it?

Erika: In my dream, I saw twisted colors and light spread over the sky, but... it was only over the forest on the Noddley snow peak.

Erinka: We always went together, and I’ve never seen that before. I told you not to stay up all night dreaming up poetry.

Erika: I know it’s just a dream, but it feels foreboding... If I’m wrong, though...

Erinka: You think too much. We’ll go take a look in the forest and settle it. You know what, let’s go right now!

Erika: But Erinka, we haven’t finished making breakfast yet...

Erinka: There’s berries along the way! Move your feet, Erika!

Narrator: Erinka took Erika to the foot of Mount Noddley, and the vision in Erika’s dream appeared...

Narrator: Strange motes of light floated in the air, dancing like a sea of luminous fairies.

Erinka: Look, Erika, the glowing lights look like they want to dance with me!

Erika: Such wonder and beauty... It makes me want to write a poem for such a scene.

Narrator: The lights few around them before floating toward the depths of the snowy mountains, seemingly beckoning them to follow.

Narrator: The winding path became smaller and it turned into a steep slope of bushes and unknown flowers. They rustled in the darkness.

Narrator: The sisters held hands and did not once let go. They ended up stepping on fallen tree trunks to cross the rushing river.

Narrator: On the other side, the light stopped under an ancient tree. It lit up a hole in the tree as if opening a door through time and space.

Narrator: They who looked at each other, walked into the light, and were immediately surrounded by nothing. Twisted, colorful light filled the sky.

Erika: Erinka, this is my...

Erinka: It’s what you saw in your dream! I see it, too!

Narrator: The light gradually faded. Everything became calm again, but now both of them had a gleaming stone in their hands.

Narrator: Erinka’s store had a crimson sheen, while Erika’s had a white luster.

Narrator: Miraculously, these stones depended on each other. Even if they were taken far apart, their magic would tie them back together again.

Narrator: They were just like the two sisters. They may argue or fight, but nothing could ever separate gem.

Narrator: They cherished the magic stones and often returned to Mount Noddley to scrub and shine the stones with hot spring water.

Narrator: When they did this, at night, the stone would emit a soft glow like two little lamps.

Narrator: The sisters grew each day until finally one night, they talked about the future in the magic stones’ lot.

Erinka: I wish that I could live somewhere were the balls ad parties never stopped

Erika: Then I wish... I hope I’ll live somewhere where I can quietly read poetry... And be surrounded by falling snow.

Narrator: The magic stones flickered. Bright beams of light cracked the night and pointed in a familiar direction.

Narrator: The two sisters when to the forest again, holding their magic stones and following the light. They came to a fork in the path.

Narrator: Both paths had a sign. One read “Red Castle: City of Lights and Balls.” The other read “White Castle: City of Snowflakes and Poetry.”

Erika: Erinka, aren’t these the lives we’ve wanted... But this also means... we’ll have to part ways to go on our own job.

Erina: What are you talking about? The magic stones will always find each other. As long as we have them, we will meet again!

Narrator: So Erinka and Erika both followed their own trail all the way south.

Narrator: At the end of the path there were two castles. One was covered in warm lights, and the other was covered with ice and snow.

Narrator: The residents of Red Castle excitedly danced around Erinka.

Red Castle Resident: There is a prophecy that a young girl with a red magic stone will come here. You are the queen we have been waiting for!

Narrator: The residents of White Castle candidly offered Erika hot tea.

White Castle Resident: We’ve waited for a young girl to come here with a white magic stone because of the prophecy. Please become our queen.

Narrator: Although these requests surprised them, the cities before them were surprisingly beautiful, and their residents were lovely.

Narrator: The two castles ushered in their respective queens, but Erika and Erinka were still thinking about one another.

Narrator: The magic stones led them again, and the dancing light pointed towards a river. The sisters stood on opposite banks.

Narrator: The magic stones the sisters held created a bridge that stretched across the river. On the bridge, the two finally held hands again.

Narrator: The magic also conjured an extension of Erinka’s hand: a Servant of the Void. And it created another eye for Erika: a crystal ball.

Narrator: When the colorful lights shone that year, a festival called Starsnow came with the falling snow. It brought blessings to all.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

[enjolraspermettendo]

For those who haven't seen my earlier posts, I just recently bought 29 books with the leftover money i had from the bonus the government gives us when we turn 18 to buy books and other stuff like that. It all amounted up to 399€, and it's 29 books all in a go and I got them for free so i'm still reeling about it, so now I will list all the books I got, and maybe why I chose them, just because the people meed to know. I bought books both in Italian and in English, let's start with the ones in Italian.

Demian by Herman Hesse. No particular reason, I just think I'll like it

Ninety-three by Victor Hugo. I have this goal of reading every book by our beloved Vicky Huge Hoe

The Aeneid by Virgil. I am italian and a former classics student and I have both the Iliad and Odissey. It would be a dishonor not to read it.

The memories by Marco Aurelio. I am OBSESSED with Hadrian's memoirs and I want to build a collection of all of the emperor's memories/biographies

Ernesto by Umberto Saba. I had to study the plot for school and I liked it. I know it's incompleted but I still want to read it

The poems by Catullo. Again, studied them and translated from the latin way too many, I want them on my fucking bookshelves

Notes from Underground by Dostoevskij. I read crime and punishment and have the Brothers Karamazov. Was curious

The brevity of Life by Seneca. Again, studied it, translated it, I want it on my bookshelves

The Women's war by Alexandre Dumas. I've read other of his works and I'm curious

We are all greek by Giuseppe Zanetto. An essay about how the ancient greek culture shaped modern culture

The Lady of the Camellias by Alexandre Dumas. My friend read it and sent me a vocal message fucking bawling. I need to read it.

Heroines' letters by Ovidio. Studied it, want it on my shelves.

The invisibles by Pajtim Statovci. The plot intrigues me

Claude Gueux by Victor Hugo. I want all of his books

Hernani by Victor Hugo. Same

The girl with a pearl earring by Tracy Chevalier. I am an art history student in an Academy of Fine Arts. It's basically mandatory.

Fires by Marguerite Yourcenar. I LOVE Hadrian's memoir.

I also got this children's book for my nephew but i don't even know what it is about

Now, onto the books in english.

Tender is the flesh by Augustina Bazterrica. Not my usual genre but I'm curious

The Perks of being a wallflower. I liked the movie

Zeus is a dick by Susie Donkin. I mean, she's right

Giovanni's Room by James Baldwin. I am curious.

Aristotle and Dante dive into the waters of the world by Saenz. I liked the first book

The Old Guard: Opening Fire by Greg Rucka. I love the movie and I need more Comics on my shelves

Call me by your name by Andre Aciman. I don't even know, I took it.

Young Mungo by Douglas Stuart. It really intrigues me

As Meat loves salt by Maria McCann. I have high expectations for this one

War of the foxes by Richard Siken. Crush lives in my head rent free so I needed this.