#but also they're not what I'm confident creating soooo

[mcromwell]

Should I... post character ref sheets...

[radiolore]

venture x childhoodfriends!reader

heeeyyy soooo.... I watched that one episode of mlp where twilight meets and reconciles with Moondancer and it inspired me to write this 😈😈

ALSO MY FUCKIN DRAFT OF THIS DIDNT SAVE SO I HAD TO START OVER RASGDHFJXKSN

also I haven't written a fanfiction since like.. middle school and for reference I've already graduated so I'm sorry if it's not that good 😭🙏

Sloan Cameron, also known as Venture. a now very well known archeologist, talon fighter, and the occasional overwatch agent. needless to say, their strength, wits, and discoveries has put them in the news and a few articles a good number of times.

right now, believe or not, they're not on some site looking for ancient relics of the past. or, in some way they could be. right now, they're at home looking through old photos of their childhood. they had recently moved after their previous apartment had been destroyed in an omnic attack.

for hours, they had been giggling to themselves, reminiscing old memories.

"awww, that was when I dressed up as a mummy for Halloween! I got called a nerd so many times.." they cringed briefly at the teasing they used to face. not like it was their fault that nobody else seemed to care about having a historically accurate costume! well... nobody except....

"wait.. who's that?" Sloan grabbed another photo, one of them in high school standing next to someone. they scratched their head as they tried to remember who this mystery person is.

"oh! that's y/n!" they finally remembered. their victorious smile faded as they started to remember you. "wow i... completely forgot about them.." they furrowed their brows.

they started to look for more photos of you. the more they saw, the more they remembered.

and the more they remembered about you, the more they remembered what they did to you and the pain they caused.

you and Sloan were best friends. from grade school until high school. the two of you met in grade school, both sharing a passion for dinosaurs, and you were inseparable since. you did everything together. you had a passion for art that matched the passion Sloan had for archeology.

Sloan remembered how you always said that you'd become an infamous artist, creating art for all to see and relate to or empathize with. they thought to themselves... well, if you were as passionate as they were, as they remembered, they were sure they could look you up and find countless of articles and online discussions about you. it would be easy to get in touch with you.

so Sloan pulled out their old cracked phone, and started to do some research on your name.

but... nothing. not so much as an online profile appeared. they blinked, confused. what happened? where were you?

their mind was filled with conflicting thoughts about why they couldn't find you online. they didn't doubt your ability to become successful, but maybe... you have an underground succession thing going on?

after not coming to a satisfying enough conclusion, Sloan shook their head. then they had an idea. even if you don't have an online appearance, you two used to be childhood best friends. it wouldn't be that hard to find you.

Sloan didn't know why, but they felt compelled and determined to find you.

actually, that's a lie. they do know why. they just don't want to think about it.

~

Sloan's nerves were through the roof right now. they started looking for you in their old hometown, and, surprisingly enough, you never left. so after some asking around, they found the apartment you supposedly lived in.

Sloan felt nervous as they stood at your door, feeling like an unwanted guest. well, they kinda are, but you'd be happy to see your old friend, right? who wouldn't be?

taking a deep breath in and puffing their chest out to feign confidence, they finally mustered up the courage to knock at your door.

after waiting dreadfully for a few seconds, the door slowly creaked open. Sloan's heart raced with anticipation for seeing your face again after so many years. and, from what they heard from the people who live here still, it seems nobody else has really seen you that often either.

eventually, the darkness inside your home filled with some light as Sloan was finally able to see your face. wow... you looked.. different. but still just as beautiful.

you styled your hair/hijab differently now, you were wearing more casual clothes (assumably resting at home), and.... you had bags under your eyes?

Sloan stood there awkwardly, watching your face go from confusion to shock. they lifted a hand and said, "hey..." while looking off to the side, unsure of how to greet you after so many years.

"uhm.. do you remember me? it's me, Sloan! we used to be friends? I just moved recently and I found some photos of us, and I thought of you so I wanted to-" they started rambling a bit, before they got interrupted.

"what are you doing here." Sloan's heart dropped as they heard the slight venom in your tone and they looked at your expression, only to find an emotionless, yet slightly bitter face. it wasn't the face they remembered... you used to be so sweet and caring, never letting a sour expression on your face. so why are you so different now?

"er- well.. I wanted to reconnect. I know we haven't talked in years, a-and I'm sorry for not reaching out before! but I got so focused on my work that i-" they were interrupted yet again as you scoffed, looking away.

"right. I know you were. I see you all the time on the news." you sighed. "look, it was real nice of you to stop by, but I'd rather be alone right now. goodbye." you shut the door.

Sloan stood there, shocked at your words and reaction.

meanwhile, on the other side of the door, your hands shook as you gripped the doorknob still. your heart ached as you just slammed the door in the face of your old friend, and... your old love.

way back when you two were still friends, as you grew up, you grew to like Sloan. like, really like them. they were everything to you. they meant everything to you. that is, until..

you shook the thought away, not wanting to remember. you let out a shaky sigh, trying to clam down from the flurry of emotions flowing through you right now. you held your head in your hands, overwhelmed. another knock at your door snapped you out of your thoughts. feeling anger build up again, you opened the door again, narrowing your exhausted eyes at your ex-friend.

"why are you still here? what do you want from me?" you spewed at them, feeling annoyed at the sight of them still at your door.

"listen, I know that we've- I've been gone for a long time, but I really want to reconnect with you. I want to be friends with you again." they pleaded, hoping you'll agree to their request.

your heart winced at the word "friends". you bit your lip, closed your eyes and sighed. "no thanks. I don't need anyone else, and I certainly don't need you." you closed the door again, this time with the intention of ignoring them if they tried knocking again.

Sloan stood there yet again, not knowing what to do. you were so... angry. and they knew why. and they knew they had to make it up to you. they did try knocking again, but after you didn't open the door again after the third knock, they left. they were still just as determined as ever to make it up to you.

you on the other hand, was determined as ever to push your feelings away and forget about them. you thought you had moved on, but seeing them again just brought up so many old memories, feelings, emotions, and heart break.

you sat on your couch, going through your phone. finally finding your and Sloan's old messages, you scrolled through the countless unread messages you had sent. tears welled up in your eyes as every emotion you felt then made themselves known again.

you remembered the heart ache you felt. the betrayal you felt. the sadness, the anxiety, the frustration, and the anger. you felt so.. distraught. you didn't know what to do with all these emotions.

after what happened, you became a shut-in. you closed yourself off from everyone else. you never left your hometown, never having enough money to do so and no goal in mind of where you would even move to if you wanted to. the sheer pain Sloan had caused you ruined you.

you had spent countless nights remembering them. so many nights wasted on laying in bed awake at 3am crying your eyes out over them. after a while, you convinced yourself that you moved on and that they weren't worth your time or emotions. nobody was worth your heart anymore. and you weren't going to mope around anymore hoping someone would change your mind. and you certaininly weren't going to let Sloan give you that hope.

~

Sloan felt defeated as they continued on their walk throughout their old town. every idea they had seemed like an idea that wouldn't work or go well.

almost considering giving up and going home, they paused as they saw a flier on a telephone pole. it was an advertisement for an art show coming up, which happens to be the next day. face lighting up, Sloan had an idea, it may be a dumb one, but most of the ideas they had were dumb, and those pretty much always worked out, so why wouldn't this one?

grabbing one of the fliers, they started to make their way back to your home, remembering your door had a mail slot in it.

~

you were sitting on your couch, sketching in your sketchbook to calm yourself down from earlier. even after what happened all those years ago, you still pursued art as a hobby.

your ears perked up as you heard something go through your mail slot in your door. curious, you got up to check what it was. you opened up the folded piece of paper, and saw it was an ad for an art show coming up tomorrow at the local museum. you felt a little excitement run through you at the thought of going to another art show. you enjoyed going to shows like this, seeing other artists' work. but that excitement was short lived as it was replaced with confusion.

"why am I getting mail at 8pm at night...?" you mumbled to yourself. opening the door, hoping to catch the culprit who gave you this ad, you looked around but found no one in sight. you just shrugged your shoulders and closed the door.

around the corner, Sloan was hiding behind a corner, silently celebrating that didn't seem to find out it was them who left it there and, fingers-crossed, were going to the art show the next day. their heart raced again that day as they prayed that you would show up.

~

sure enough, the next day came and you dressed up in some nice clothes and showed up to the art show. but, as you were arriving to the first steps to the museum, a familiar face stopped you dead in your tracks. Sloan.

"what are YOU doing here?" you asked, irritated.

Sloan took some steps towards you, "well, I know how passionate you are for art, so I thought I'd invite you here! we could walk through the exhibits and all the art together and catch up!" they excitedly explained, reaching their hand out for you to take.

they looked away for a second, finally being more honest, "look i- I know I hurt you. and I wanted to make it up to you. so please, let me try." they pleaded, looking back at you, flashing that famous smile at you that you loved.

your eyes wavered, considering taking their hand for a brief moment. but then you swallowed your feelings and pushed their hand away.

"and.. you think this is going to make up for everything?" you questioned.

"uhh, yes?" they said, full of hope.

"oh, so, you're gonna invite ME to this art show, when you couldn't even bother to show up to the last one?" you felt your emotions begin to rise up.

"what after this? you're going to leave? are you going to leave me again without even saying goodbye?" tears started to well up in your eyes.

"everyone was expecting me to be able to make a name for myself at that show, to finally start my successful career in art like I said I would! and i completely bombed it! I felt absolutely humiliated!!" your voice started to rise as you finally started venting all your feelings about what happened to them.

"I spent the whole event thinking about you: 'where's Sloan?', 'where are they?', 'maybe they're just late!', 'where's the person that i love?'!" your voice cracked.

"I felt like I didn't matter to you! it was the biggest opportunity of my life and I needed you there, and you! DIDN'T! SHOW! UP!" finally being overwhelmed by your emotions, you stormed off, tears rolling down your face as you ran off back home.

Sloan stood at the entrance of the museum, unaware of the people staring and just focused on your fleeing form. they were absolutely mortified. they knew they had hurt you.. but they didn't know it was this bad. or maybe they just didn't want to accept that it was this bad. they let a few stray tears go down their face before wiping them and coming after you.

~

you were at home, feeling as embarrassed and exhausted as ever. you felt empty too. tears were still coming down your face as you heard a soft knock at the door. you knew who it was. you briefly contemplated ignoring it, before getting up and opening the door, avoiding eye contact with the tall figure.

"y/n... can- can I come in?" Sloan stammered, unsure if you'd actually say yes.

you didn't even care at this point, you nodded and opened the door enough for them to come inside.

Sloan looked around your home, various art pieces and papers scattered around. they watched as you sat on your couch, following suit.

"hey.. about what-" they started before getting interrupted by none other than you once again. except this time it was much different than the last times.

"im sorry." you croaked out. Sloan had a confused expression on their face.

"i-im sorry for yelling and making a scene like that at the museum. I'm sorry for being so cold to you before when you were just trying to make amends." you genuinely felt guilty. you started to realize that, as much of a horrible friend they were for leaving you, you were just as bad for treating them that way.

Sloan shook their head, "no, I should be the one apologizing." they paused. "I abandoned you when you needed me. and... I never even said goodbye. I left. and we never spoke for over 10 years." Sloan started to feel their own guilt begin to rise up in them as they confessed.

"the reason I left... well, we were 16 and I had gotten accepted for an internship with the wayfinders society. but... it required me to leave to wherever they needed me, whether it's Cairo, Petra, Egypt, anywhere. it was the biggest opportunity of my life... and I knew that if I didn't accept it, I'd miss out on having my dream job." they smiled a bit as they remembered their early days as an archeologist. you started to look up at them, listening to their explanation.

Sloan frowned again, "but... the day they needed me to get on the plane and leave.. was the day of your art show. I had to choose. and... I'm sorry. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by me. so.. I got on the plane and left." their voice started to waver. "i.. I'm sorry I never even said goodbye. I wanted to but... I didn't know how. I knew it'd hurt you. and after you started texting me so much, asking me where I was and why I disappeared and left, I didn't know what to do. I was scared." there were now more tears coming down Sloan's face as they finally confessed how they felt about that whole situation. ever since it happened, they had never told a soul about what they did. they had too much guilt ridden inside them to ever tell that to anybody, especially you.

you reached over to hold their hand, hoping to comfort them, just like you used to.

"im... I'm sorry you had to make that decision. I know it must have been an incredibly difficult one. but you not showing up and leaving without a word really did hurt me a lot..." you swallowed nervously, preparing to say your next words.

"the truth is... the reason why it was so important to me for you to be there was because.. I was going to confess to you afterwards." you closed your eyes, not wanting to see what Sloan's reaction to that was. "i... I had a huge crush on you for so long, and-and i had planned for months how I was going to confess, and after I heard about the art show and applying, I had a whole plan to invite you and confess to you afterwards." your cheeks started to flush a little.

"so... when you didn't show up.. and you left... it completely broke me. I felt abandoned, I felt like you hated me and didn't care about me." your voice started to crack again as tears threatened to spill.

Sloan's own cheeks heated up a little at your confession. you.. liked them? suddenly little behaviors you exhibited way back when started to make sense in their head. seeing that you were about to start crying, they brought a hand up to your face and caressed your cheek with their thumb.

you jumped a little at the sudden feeling of their hand comforting you. it had been so long since you've felt a comforting touch like this, let alone from them. you naturally leaned into and actually begun crying again.

"y/n.. I had no idea you liked me that much.. I'm sorry for not realizing sooner." they paused to think... they knew they never really had feelings for you like that. but... that was over 10 years ago. both of you were completely different people.

"do you think maybe.. we could start over?" Sloan proposed. they still wanted to make things up to you. hurting you was the last thing they ever wanted to do.

you sniffled as you looked up at them through blurry vision and teary eyes.

"i.. I'd like that." you finally smiled. the smile that Sloan loved.

"great.." Sloan cleared their throat as they stuck out their other hand to you for a handshake. "Heya! I'm Sloan, also known as Venture, it's nice to meet you! that's your name?"

you giggled at their silliness, but after calming down, you gently took their hand and shook it. "hi, I'm y/n. it's nice to meet you too." the both of you sat in comfortable silence, smiling at each other.

neither of you knew what your own respective feelings were for the other.. you didn't know if you loved them still. and Sloan didn't know if they'd ever grow to love you the way that you did. but either way, neither of you will ever be abandoning each other. you're here for each other.

~

HOLY SHIT I FUCKING FINISHED IT JESUSSSSS

anywayz

I hope at least one of u gooners liked this even tho I yap a lot 🙏🙏

also not proofread cuz it's like 5am and I've been typing for hours and I'm not gonna read allat 😭🙏

anywayz

hope it was good enough considering I hadn't written for years lol

Bai Bai :3

[charmixpower]

Okay, so Selina the earth fairy as an antagonist

S6 did this by, for some insane reason, by making Selina Bloom's childhood friend who's always had magic which doesn't work on literally every level. So I'm going to try and come up with some ideas that make parts of it work

Selina the earth fairy that was taught by Eldora:

Tbh this is the easiest option

Selina is an earth fairy from the old days along with Eldora. During the WotBC attempted wiping out of all magic users they fled to Tir Na Nog and live under Morgana and Nebula

The Legendarum is a book created by ancient Faries that Selina's family has been in charge of caring for for generations

When the fairies of vengeance are released Selina is soooo excited to help kill the Wizards and the Winx, and their leader Bloom take their revenge away from them by complaining that they shouldn't be allowed to kill the people that tried to WIPE THEM OUT

Selina is pissed, and her teacher Eldora, the woman that saved her life, going on about how forgiveness is the way isn't helping

Season 5 teaches her about the rest of the magical dimension, season 5 teaches her about the Trix

The Trix are blinded by their desire for revenge and make the perfect pawns. They don't care what they lose as long as the winx don't win

And Selina assures them, the Winx will not win

Selina the earth fairy that was Bloom's friend:

This one is a very elegant solution me thinks and it's the FUN one.

Selina and Bloom are childhood friends and the main targets for Mitzi's bullying. Bloom has kind parents, Selina does not, and for eight hours a day they have to listen to people talk badly about them. Mitzi never puts hands on them but they're social pariah's and deal with constant verbal harassment and false accusations

First year of highschool is more of the same and Selina is prepared for it to be them against the world again in their second year, and then Bloom never comes to class

Selina is alone to deal with the bullying she at least had a confidant in Bloom to at least tolerate it with, and now she's alone

Mitzi tells everyone that Bloom was sent to a school that caters to the mentally ill to finally convince the 16 year old that fairies aren't real, and Selina makes things worse for herself by defending Bloom

They text each other, not often and Bloom won't tell her what new school she's going to but they still text. Selina comes over when Bloom goes back to earth (and goes home before the Trix show up)

And then the next year Bloom goes to Mitzi's Halloween party with her new, cool, pretty, friends. Bloom excitedly tells her about it, she's finally going to make Mitzi the butt of the joke and all Selina can think is that she's been replaced

That's not fair though? Bloom is allowed to be happy at her new school so she bites her tongue and pushes down her resentment and rejects Bloom's offer to come with

Next year is...fine. Bloom comes to her graduation party, and she's a bit mopey that she didn't graduate with honors like her new friends but is over all more excited to hear about Selina's college plans. Bloom goes on a trip in the middle of summer and comes back glowing because "the mistake in my grades was fixed and now I have honors!" And it sounds like a lie but Selina doesn't bother calling her out on it. I mean? What if she's telling the truth

Then season 4 happens, and then it's revealed that Bloom is a fairy

Not only did Bloom replace her with better, prettier friends, but she also lied to Selina about being a fairy. Lied to her face about everything related to magic because apparently Bloom never trusted her

And Selina burns with resentment

Selina stops responding to Bloom's texts and avoids her. Everyone asks Selina if she knew, if Bloom told her, who those aliens are, and all Selina has is half truths from the stories Bloom spun her to respond with

Seeing Mitzi become a fairy, unaware of the dead magic that run though her, unaware that the power Mitzi was given comes with a price no one should have to pay, Selina is furious. Incandescent

Magic returned to earth and Selina can float small objects. She's one of the few people that after the earth's magic core was repaired gained magic and she's on the bottom of the scale of power in a group categorized by how they're not as strong as those who can use magic without the core

Hatred fills her lungs like smoke

Season 5 Selina sticks to herself. Bloom usually isn't on earth like she was last year and this Diaspro chick who came from a different planet to help earth get caught up with the rest of the dimension is on the TV all the time talking about Bloom. Selina hates the fact that this woman who met Bloom though a knock-down drag-out fight knows Bloom better than Selina ever did

Did Bloom ever think of her as a real friend?

(Bloom couldn't take the one person that was her friend though all of that calling her a liar, she comes to regret this)

Eventually, while stumbling around the woods, far away from faces that could mock and lie to her she stumbles across a book. The Legendarum. It promises her power, Bloom's regret, importance. All she has to do is open it, anyone with magic can, her strength doesn't matter with the Legendarum doing the work for her

How could she ever refuse?

[luanna801]

If you're still doing character bingo I have to ask for Cassandra Cain~

Listen, I am ALWAYS here for anything you want to send me. <3

And of course I'm delighted to talk about Cass!

"They are soooo cool looking" - I don't think I can say it better than this post did about Cass's classic Batgirl costume: "the only one who is more goth than batman. the pinnacle who will never be beaten. who else would take the batgirl costume and add a skull-looking thing as a part of the mask. who else would look be a silent specter of death in the night. she is the reason i made this goddamn list and i will never recover from this Look"

(Although, as a nitpicky comic nerd, I will note that of course original credit for the costume actually goes to Helena Bertinelli, who wore it first.)

"wasted potential" - WHERE DO I EVEN START HERE. Again, I'm not up on the current Batman comics (but what I hear is often... not encouraging), but in this case I would feel confident saying this no matter what, because even if they were writing Cass magnificently now, it wouldn't make up for the LITERAL DECADES they spent absolutely squandering her character, from poorly-written Heel Turns to shoving her on the backburner to outright ERASING her character from existence when the New 52 started.

"if they were real I would marry them" - I mean, what more can I say here? Cass is Wife Material. <3

"they're deeper than they seem" - I think it's VERY easy for her character to get reduced down to "strong and silent ninja stereotype", and lose all the different layers and facets to her. I think we've seen a bigger push to acknowledge her fundamental kindness and heart lately, but someone (possibly you?) made a fantastic point that even when portrayals get that right, sometimes they just make her too... bland? Cass needs a certain amount of WEIRDNESS and unpredictability to her. And I think it definitely often gets overlooked just how deep her psychological scars from everything she's been through go. You've made some fantastic posts about how she's actively suicidal for a large part of her Batgirl run, and yet I think that often isn't talked about.

"They got done DIRTY by the fans" - In spades, and I'm actually going to call myself out here, because I've been guilty too. When I first joined the DC fandom, I feel like the general consensus was that Cass just wasn't a relatable character and people often didn't understand her, and I just kinda took that at face value and assumed it was true for far too long.

There was a lot of "Oh, Cass is awesome, but I just don't GET her like the other characters", and on the one hand that's fair enough, we all connect with different characters, but I think it creates this endless feedback loop where fandom content isn't created about the character, and so people in the fandom don't start gaining a better understanding or feeling more connected to them.

I also think it can be the kiss of death to put a character up on a pedestal as an Important Character and not talk about the things that make them human, flawed, lovable, etc. etc. - I think people tend to do this from a well-meaning place, but in actuality I think it ends up alienating fans and making them feel like they can't connect with the character. (This was a huge problem with me and Wonder Woman at first, too.) Ultimately fans don't want an Icon, they want to connect to the character as a person, so you have to talk about the characters in human terms. All the more so if they're Important Groundbreaking Representation(TM).

"didn't get enough screentime" - In the comics too, but also- literally! Put her on our screens, please, DC! Put her in your animated shows and movies! Put her on the big screen! And no, whatever the heck was going on in the Birds of Harley Quinn movie doesn't count. Can we can an actual adaptation of her character onscreen pls?

[breathinfive]

HC: THE OG AVENGERS AS MÅNESKIN SONGS

Warning: English isn't my first language so I'm really sorry about grammaly mistakes.

AN: anyways stream måneskin they're perfect.

Tony Stark: I wanna be your slave

He's a fuckboy what do you expect.

I mean, he literally would play this song in the whole tower.

Also he gonna play it in loop.

Always sing the lyric.

And always hums it when he's doing robot stuff yk.

He love måneskin sinces he's know about them he is a TOTALLY #1 FAN OF THAT PERFECT ITALIANS.

Everyone in the tower are tired of him and the song but COME ON THAT SONG IS GOLD.

I bet u that he will bring the band to the tower for a private concert.

And he did it, pay me. 😎

Bruce Banner: Coraline

Thanks Tony, he know who is måneskin (and everyone in the tower btw)

He's is a emotional baby soooo the song represents him. The other guy problem we know.

That song makes him feel so in calm in his way.

Is his comfort song omg.

I 100% sure that Bruce heard the other songs from the band but makes his nerves grow up when he did it so 😫 (except for vent'anni, his other favourite song)

He was so excited when måneskin arrived at the tower, and very kindly asked them to play coraline. He's to cute cmon I wanna hug Bruce aaaaah.

Clint Barton: Lividi sui gomiti

He doesn't understand the lyric but he's into the beat gjkfkdjfk.

He love the vibes that the song spread.

He feels like a rockstar.

A completely a mood when he listens the song with headphones.

You can see him training normally but in his mind he's daydrevibes with the song.

When the guys plays that song in the private concert he's got insaneeeee.

Rockstar dad vibes.

Thor: Immortale

He loves the vibes that the band gives.

He wants to take them to Asgard and show them to Loki.

They remind him to Loki aaaaw.

Anyway, Immortale is he's favourite song because "they sang about immortal things and I am immortal" :D Thor words.

When the song plays he move his head at the rhythm.

That song put a smile on his face.

He KNOWS THE LYRIC.

He literally teach Loki about måneskin, teach him EVERYTHING.

A such fan as Tony.

Natasha Romanoff: Chosen

Black widow vibes.

That song gave her comfort.

Loves måneskin but she keeps it to herself.

A fan but a calm one (not like Tony and Thor).

She knows all the lyrics of the all songs.

Loves chosen album.

She feel proud when knows that måneskin wins eurovision.

When she training puts chosen in loop cuz give her confidence to fight.

My pretty widow has a crush on Victoria ;) who's dont I meaaaan- Victoria supremacy 🛐

Flirts light with the guys when they're in the tower.

Nat is a rockstar so enjoy the concert a lot.

She take some cool pics with the band. And also with the other avengers but then shes cuts them, gave her moment 😤.

Steve Rogers: Torna a casa

Nostalgic vibes for the old man.

He likes the calm genres of music but måneskin have a place in his heart.

That particular song makes him feel things that can't explain for himself.

He like the rhythm of the song.

He plays the song when his alone reading a book or drawing some doodles.

He put the song in this 21th century favorite songs playlist. (Created by Tony)

He is a fan of måneskin but kinda hide it for his partners, prefers keep it from himself as Nat.

But that doesn't mean he didn't enjoy the private concert.

Oh boooooy, he sang the songs that he knows with Thor and Tony.

[marc-spectorr]

heyyy hello to you too calliee!!💕

i apologise for not replying sooner, i reeeally wanted to but i have a pretty big exam coming up so today was a full day of studying, great way to spend a saturday🙄 so yeah we could say my weekend didn't start in the best way possible, but it's alright.

totally relate to the morning struggle to get out of bed ugh. WHY does it have to be soooo warm, soft and comfortable??! wish i could stay curled up in bed forever, it's so cozyy

and HOW DARE YOU kill me like that by announcing there may be a NEW FIC TOMORROW???!!!!! aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA i'm sooo excited (tbh even if it ends up coming out in a week i'll be just as excited lol)

hope your saturday was just as fantastic as you and that you accomplished everything you planned to♡

yeah unfortunately no thirsty asks but can't wait to see their comeback, they're so fun and make me feel less alone about my strange, dirty thoughts lol🥵

love the nickname teddy btw, so cute and fluffy kajhshajajdjkkas🥺🧸💓

also loved <3 anon's idea of this blog being a little book club of Oscar Isaac stans, cause that's definitely the vibe, just coziness, comfort, love with just the right amount of smut🤭 (oh <3 anon, loads of love to you too, you're such a precious soul and seeing an ask from you again made me so so happyyy)

also THE COFFEE PICTURE!!! mmm HELLOOOO??? I'M NOT FEELING SO GOOD. his hands, THE HANDS DEAR LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME wkkahshsjsskhdhdj (so so glad to see I'm not the only one OBSESSING over people's hands, 🌻anon totally agree with what you said and I hope you're having a great day too <3)

last thing, umh HOW can i possibly choose just ONE of your fics to be my favourite??? no, you're asking me the impossible. ugh they are all so goooood callie, i can't😫 literally everything you write just takes me to a whole new dimension that i never wanna leave ugh. you are such a talented writer callie, for real🥺💕 but like IF my life depended on it, IF i had a gun to my head and i had to choose my favourite i'd probably say the morning after. it's the first fic of yours that i read and it made me follow you instantly, so yk it holds a special place in my heart. then i fell in love with all your other works and can't wait to fall even more with each story you create💞💞

as usual this came out a huge mess, just me blurting out every single thing that crosses my mind lmao

i hope you're having a great day/night callie and can't wait to talk some more with you, love you to the moon and back💓💓

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teddyy, happy sunday to you my love ✨

oh my, no worries sweet !!! school is def no joke haha. but i really hope your exam goes super well :) i’m sending you the best of luck your way, you’re going to ace this and i will cheering you on from all the way over here 🍀🥰

my saturday started out slow but then something came up later on so i wasn’t able to finish writing 😭 but it’s alright! i’m going to work on the fic this afternoon and have it all ready for tomorrow :)) i’ve written half of it so i’m pretty confident that it’ll get done by the end of the day heehee.

and yeeees!!! honestly it’s been so fun with all these asks about oscar and moon knight 😭 just chatting and crying and simping about them together literally makes my incredibly happy like you don’t understand skjdjdjj. i wish we could have one big group chat here where we all can just *sob* at the same time lololol.

but omg you’re too sweet??!!? you’re making me cry right now forreal ahsjdjdkd. i’ve been so highly critical of my writing but your words are always so encouraging and uplifting 😩 i really appreciate all the love and support and ughh this is going to turn into a long sappy post if i don’t stop now so lemme put on the breaks for a sec lmao we don’t want another crying fest @ me.

as always, it’s been such a joy chatting with you love babe :)) hope you’re having a beautiful day and staying hydrated, love you and talk to you soon 💗

[chut-je-dors]

I'm writing a couple of mclennon fanfictions on my ao3 and a lot of the time i struggle to get confidence in what I write. I think it's to stupid or it's not good enough. I've also had a hard time at promoting my fictions and that's also due to my lack of confidence in it. I've read your ao3s and they're incredible if you can give me any advice I'd love to hear from you!

so glad to hear you think my work is that good! that's just, wow. thank you!?

as for the rest... oh mate this ask could've been written straight by my hand. I'm also insecure about my writing. every time I put out a new chapter I have a fear of "what if this is the one that people don't like, what if this is the chapter that makes them realise this story is not good, actually, and I suck at writing". I think part of those insecurities is created by my fics being fairly popular in the fandom; so I feel like there's an immense pressure to keep producing good works. and at the same time I don't quite feel that my works are up to par, or that they deserve all the praise they're getting. I'm also iffy about promoting my works, cos I don't want others to think I'm soooo uppity about them.

how do I deal with that? I try to write for myself, first and foremost. it also helps that I have Puck, who's always there to bang me around the head when I'm being stupid with my insecurities. I respect and love her as a friend and an author and her opinion counts higher than anyone else's, cos I know she's a killer writer. so when she says it's good, I trust her. other than that, I try to write in a way that I enjoy, and stories that I want to read. I think that even if people stopped reading my fics, I would still have those stories for myself. I also try to keep in mind that it doesn't need to be perfect, and that I'm often my harshest critic. I remind myself that people don't nitpick the stories they read; I don't care if someone else's fic has a bit of problems with pacing for example, if the story otherwise is engaging and fun. we're all hobbyists here anyway.

as for promoting you stuff... I've just decided to be obnoxious about it. I've created something, I want people to see it, and the only way people are gonna see it is if I shout it at their face. if someone doesn't like me promoting my own writing, they can unfollow me. that's as much as I'm willing to ponder it in these days; mostly I've just decided not to care what others think about it.

I don't have one answer for you cos I myself still deal with all these insecurities as well. but maybe it helps you to hear that you're not alone, and that I have the same insecurities as you. mostly it just comes down to being forgiving about my writing.

maybe someday people will stop liking my stories and the way I write. but till then I try not to think about the reception too hard and I'll keep writing, cos it's something I like doing. and I'll keep writing after people don't read my stuff anymore as well... cos it's something I like.

my best wishes for you and your writing! ❤️ the most important thing is not to give up. and there's always someone who will enjoy whatever you write.

(one thing came to mind to help with your insecurities: try to identify the parts in your writing that need improving, and then work on that. for me it is descriptions and somewhat clumsy sentence structures (comes from not being a native English speaker). so I pay extra attention to that stuff now, and it makes me more confident when I notice I've gotten better at it)

[sludgewoman]

Hey Lauren, I did my first modeling photoshoot last month and I was one of two plus-size models. The photos came out today and mine are really bad--even my best friend, who's also fat and body-positive, recognized that. It's an independent label and I thing they're just starting their foray into plus-size fashion so things may be a little rocky at first, but it really sunk my body image. I have a fashion show in the state capital next month, but I'm worried I'll look just as bad. What do I do?

First, I want to apologize how long it’s taken me to reply! I wanted to make sure I took the time to give you a good answer and on top of everything I’ve been dealing with a lot of stressful things so I’m so incredibly sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you. I know you’ve probably done your next show by now and I hope it went so much more better for you this time, even though I haven’t been able to respond fast enough, I swear I’ve had this message on my brain for a awhile and I’ve been sending out good thoughts out to you

I know we live in a time where people have access to cameras and editing tools more than ever and when we’re all posting our best selfies to social media, it’s so easy to forget that it’s way more human to take a bad selfie than a good one! A bad picture doesn’t mean anything about whether you’re beautiful or not and doesn’t say something about your worth. A bad picture is simply a bad pic! Literally everyone takes bad pics, we just don’t post them!  

Your size has absolutely no influence on if a pic is bad or not.  

Think about how proud your younger self would have been to know they grew up and became a model?? They would be so proud of you! They wouldn’t have cared how the photos came out, you got out there and did it. 

Plus size rep is soooo incredibly important, even if what we make doesn't come out how we want it to-it’s there! it’s beautiful! it exists! Even when you fail, what you make still means something to someone else. There are people who will always see you, no matter how bad a pic turns out, and see how beautiful you are. Look for those ppl and be that for yourself

Ngl it really sounds like the designer and the photographer just absolutely dropped the ball and let you down! Being a model is a skill of its own but to do your job right, you need a designer and a photographer who knows what they’re doing so you can all create something great! A designer okayed your look and sent you out and the photographer wasn’t checking their work as they took pics or communicated with you enough or something! Like it’s their job to say something, make alterations, and point you in the right direction so the clothing looks great, you look wonderful, and they can sell their product! 

The more shows you do, the better and more confident you’ll get because you’ll have more experience to back you up. You will work with better people in the future, if you have an experience like this again it’ll just make you stronger and sharper for next time.

Here’s some things that help when I’m in the dumps:

-Look at photos of yourself when u were a kid

-Look at photos of other plus size women

-Take some cute selfies

-Start a journal and fill it with happy thoughts about yourself

-When u have a bad thought about yourself, say three good things you love about yourself

 I hope this helps and you continue to grow as a model!! you got this!!