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everydaydg · 16 days ago

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Big ball of life!

A neat update on what ive been up to lately because im bad at posting things when its not 11-12 in the morning. just a big ol ramble

Big apologies to all my mutuals that are not awake at the hours of the day haha...

So! A couple oooooof things!

I tried the Chicheme Boba!! (and went to the mall)

I went to the mall around 5pm the other day, sun was setting but I had something planned out.

A nice 128GB sandisk usb, at just 10 bucks

what a fucking deal! ive wanted one of those for my wii since I hacked it!!

So I walked all the way there, went to the new tech store they opened up in the place; a nice guy then went and pointed me in the right direction (despite... going there like 3 days prior so I already knew where it was lol) and picked up the USB, all of that went without a hitch

So that was all done, my main reason to go to the mall was done but then I realized "Oh hey I have like 15 bucks at hand, I can proly get myself a used vita game! The game store usually sells stuff at like... 12 bucks? should be fine!"

... it was 20 bucks... but hey! I know where to find a copy of walking dead and wipeout haha

So I was going back to the entrance a lil thought peeped my interested... that chicheme boba... I had posted about it when I was eating shawarma... man it was tempting but I didnt get it that day. Temptation struck me again on the way out and I was too weak

And so I bought it... a large one too because... again it was in the budget and I dont buy boba ever so might as well make it a real treat to remember.

god it was so fucking big it lasted me all the walk back home... and my god was it delicious but maybe I shoudnt have added pudding

never tried pudding on boba so I wanted to give it a shot and it wasnt bad! but having the corn of chicheme, the bubbles themselves and the pudding was a bit much to chew on

But as for the flavor itself, the nice taste of chicheme and the sweetness of brown sugar boba, two of my favorite drinks combined into one sweet delight.

What a treat it was! (Again prolly shoudnt add pudding if im going to order it again but man it was great)

What a wierd product to sell. It does feel like a cheap way to pander to panamanians by making boba with a popular traditional drink... but shit man im the target audience, I know they were gunning for someone like me to drink the corn tapioca nightmare and I am me god damm it

it was nice 8.5/10

(man that usb is really dang nice...)

I had a grand day at the park today!

I love going to the park. Its basic as hell but there is nothing more delightful to me than getting a good walk outside. I do spend alot of time cooped up in my house because theres always hobbies to mess with and I dont have much to do at any rate

but that doesnt mean I dont like going out.

Whether its taking a walk through the city or going to the park, its always a delight but today I chose a nice walk through the park to see what had changed since I last visited!

Went out early, made breakfast and then got out before the sun started to get violent.

oh my did a couple of things change alright, to start. the devil found his way in heaven

was greeted by the... sight of a PRIME vending machine... I dont think the two people behind that drink are very good peopleeeeee and I dont care for that kind of beverage soooooo... eh

not gonna throw a hissy fit over it tho.

Now! something cool!

Theres a chinese lantern festival going on in the park till early february!! Man it was really lovely seeing all the stuff they had set up!! I didnt take alot of pictures haha but was very much enthralled with this fish and snake

Oh man I should visit at night! would make for a wonderful experience

(neat stickers)

I had a hell of a good walk going around the park. The sun might have gotten mean but man that didnt't stop me from having a lovely time!

(Man looking at this thing after being in this website for a few years now... some people would fucking murder for the kink water fountain... I speak to too many people that would be into this sort of thing...)

After a solid bit I was a bit tired of walking so I thought id go and check how the library was doing! The park just has... a fucking library in the middle of it because why not and I love it. its a lovely place. I visit it semi frequently when im bored... havent renewed my library card in years tho...

Man they had old Guinness record books... man the 2000s one was in all silver and everything... didnt give it a read tho, wasnt feeling like it.

I thought libraries having software was but a myth but... no they did have software arround, that was funny.

Their internet lounge is FUCK ASS OLD DUDE

THOSE COMPUTERS ARE THE SAME ONES IVE SEEN FOR OVER A DECADE...

I wasnt feeling like reading something heavy either, so I picked out something light that caught my eye, right next to a book about taking good care of iguanas... a book dating back to the 70s about cats.

Pola Weiss - The Most Beautiful Cats

Translated to Spanish.

Good god, the poor bastard had no cover anymore, with so much use it was faded, it was but a white slab... or maybe it was printed that way? what an odd choise, you'd think they would want to show a cute kitty in the cover like the english release but... they didn't for the translation???

(Picture of original release)

only way you could tell what book was even about was with the spine of the thing which surprisingly lasted all those years

I know its a bit silly to pick a book of this nature when going to a library with a lot of genuinely useful references for a lot of material id love to invest time in and a bunch of novels I genuinely want to read... but sometimes you want something simple. Digestible. I was already a bit tired from all the walking...

There is no shame in reading a book about cats , there is but a simple joy in reading a book that shows how even 5 decades later... we still love cats. It is good to challenge yourself but there is no shame in taking comfort in a simple delight

And what a delight it was indeed, what a lovely book. you can tell Ms. or Mr. Polla loved cats very much utilizing such fun ways to describe the furry beasts.

Cats and their kittens being described as a mother and their children.

Pola pretty much just referred to kittens as little children that love to play and that children would love to play with... if it wasn't because of their sharp claws.

the first section is just called "Cats, the great philosopher". Its lovely!

Reading about stories and legends of how cats came to be is so silly and fun. I even found out that kitties are blind for 10 days because they dont have the strength to open their eyelids

I didn't finish it sadly but ill gladly go back and read more.

So after getting my fill of cat reading, I picked up my bag and bottle of water and headed off but I noticed something neat

"Hemeroteca"

I genuinely had no idea that bellow the main floor had one of those.

I thought that floor was storage because of how many ladders and pots where down there... genuinely didnt look like a floor anyone should go to haha...

It was a archive of newspapers!

they had a bunch of articles on Martyrs' Day, some encased in glass covering anniversaries of the date through time... man... same building where you can read about someone's passion of cats, you can read archives of mayor historical events that shaped the country... man its going to be 61 years since that happened...

60 years later and the students who fought to have the flag in the zone of the canal are not forgoten, theres something beautiful in history... man... reading a story like that in an age where a dumb fuck can just go on and say he can take away the whole canal...

...

Listen. I like to be a simple blog that tries to stray away from heavy topics, as a form of escapism for anyone that follows and for myself... but lets not be ignorant of how things are going. I know you've heard about it enough... I'm terrified.

I post about silly things as a way to not get depressed and keep remembering that yeah, I love the world... even if the people in it can be... so fucking stupid sometimes.

Hey... its not all bad news, outside of the US there's a lot of wonderful things happening. The world is advancing always and that's beautiful... lets live to see more.

It will pass. as all things do.

Lets live to tell history, ok?

Let's live.

After a long day out, I walked back home and relaxed with some Wii games with that new USB stick. happy to live another day.

and that's just... a lil ball of life of mine. a big ramble from the guy behind the screen.

Not alot of proof reading on my behalf... sorry... im pretty tired hehe...

Well then. Good night everyone and sorry if it got a bit heavy by the end there.

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natchitoches · 1 year ago

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Wow! That is something else! This is like McDonalds for Gyoza! (I intentionally compare everything to McDonalds success and fame in fast food franchising.) But could you imagine. You know? If besides that salad restaurants could be paired with shawarma so you’d ask, what was the salad type of chain you went to and you’d say shawarma, another entirely other but impressively ordinary type of fast food chain could be Chinese dumplings. Now this is really true and it could be true that it’s sides like rice and fried chicken, would also help market conditions, in so far as wings for instance are becoming a fetish, lonely enterprise when they’re served alone without like shawarma or burgers or even rice: some people like rice so much as I do.

But think about it! Dumplings + salad + chicken wings and spare parts + rice and maybe noodles; it’s more compelling than a single thing at a time and less tedious than all things at the same time. And you’d just say I’m going to Baby Dumplings. (I’ve been trying to sell this idea for over 10 years but it never quits impressing me and sometimes even differently every time: seriously not unlike successful fast food should be.)

#NSWAustraliaMascotSydneyRestaurants

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rebeccccccaaa · 4 years ago

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𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁

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𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: You’re a hydra experiment gone wrong. Not to mention Steve Rogers hates you; and you have no idea why.

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: angst, substance abuse, alcohol consumption, enemies to lovers kingda but not really, smut 18+ (slight praise?, a bit of pet names? protected sex ;), riding, cockwarming, choking)

𝒶/𝓃: might do a part 2 blurb, but i’mbeginning to run out of ideas so send some requests! also thanks for 100 followers!! :,)

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You sat by the window of your room with a cup of coffee as always wishing life would be different; but also not. You were grateful for your life you’re able to have now; being with the Avengers, learning how to control the powers you now possess. Grateful to have a home again.

Years ago you were out with your friends for the fifth time that week, getting drunk and high off of anything you could get your hands on. Your fiance broke off your engagement for his secretary; typical. You got fired from your job the week prior. You were days away from being evicted from your apartment. You had no family; your life was falling apart.

You were also the perfect target. Stumbling out of the club black out drunk and high as shit you were taken into the darkness never to be seen again. You woke up surrounded by darkness freezing, shivering from the cold. You had no idea where you were, what day it was, who was staring at you from the shadows.

“Welcome home,” the voice taunted you.

You spent years in that cell. They wanted you to possess dark magic. And you did, oh did possess alright. You remember that night like it was yesterday; that night haunted your dreams every night.

You would sit in your cell, moving the toy blocks they left for you to use. You mostly practiced your magic with them considering no one taught you how to use them, they only wrote shit down whenever you saw them. No one ever spoke to you and whatever voices you did hear were whispers in languages you couldn’t understand.

Earlier that day so long ago, a ‘doctor’ injected you with this thick disgusting black liquid. They had been at your door all day waiting for something to happen. But they got what they were looking for; experimenting on you for.

Your back burned and ached as if there were nails clawing at your skin. You screamed in agony, begging someone to help you, to take the pain away. You could see your once blue veins that ran through your body turn black. Your skin ripped on your back, bruises forming, black feathers growing out your body.

Once they were entirely out of your body they applauded. They actually praised the ‘doctor’ who made you into this, this creature. They left you to deal with the pain. You shook in fear and agony. You had wings. Fucking black wings.

They called you the Fallen Angel. You possessed the powers of Lucifer himself. You didn’t fully know it however.

Months later the avengers infiltrated the base. Natasha found you; you were severely dehydrated and malnourished. But you recovered quickly and here you were staying with the avengers fighting alongside them taking down bad guys and shit.

There was a light knock on your door taking you out of your horrid memories.

“Hey, babe,” Natasha opened your door and peeked her head around.

“Hey, Nat,” you replied.

“How are the wings?”

Since you’ve been with the avengers you’ve become happier with your life again and your wings started getting light in color, they’re still not white however and you don’t know why.

“Still gray,” you chuckled.

“That’s so weird. You haven’t done anything and that goop that was in your system is filtered out. What’s making them gray?”

“I have no idea. Anyway are we even sure they're supposed to turn white? I mean I’m no angel; I had a shit life before all of this happened. Maybe it’s just baggage.”

“But it makes sense, you know,” she defended.

“Not everything makes sense.”

“You hungry? Sam was thinking chinese takeout, Tony said shawarma and you’re the tie breaker.”

“Awe man, you guys suck. What do you want?”

“Shawarma,” she whispered.

“Ok. shawarma,” you agreed.

She grabbed your hand and led you to the living where everyone waited for the tie breaker. Your wings were so big and they dragged behind you every time you walked, ran, anything. It was hard sometimes, they were heavy too but you got used to it.

“She said shawarma!” Nat shouted.

Half the crowded cheer and the other half whined. Delivery came fast thankfully and everyone gathered on the couch, Tony putting a movie on while you guys ate. You sat with Bucky and Nat; usually Steve sits with Bucky but Sam was also on the couch next to Buck.

Steve came up to you making your stomach drop; he was so handsome but here’s the thing, he hated you. Since you came to the tower, he always said they shouldn’t have brought you. That you were too dangerous and you could hurt someone; that hurt you.

You spent so long hating yourself for what you became but with the avengers help, excluding Steve, you’ve been able to learn to start loving yourself and appreciate how you can use your powers for good and saving people. But every time your name came out of Steve’s mouth, it was degrading and you hated yourself a little more each time.

And you don’t know why.

“Move.”

“I’m sorry?” you questioned, taken aback.

“I said move,” he said sternly.

“Steve, she was here first. Don’t be a baby. Go sit down somewhere else,” Nat said.

Steve stared at you making you look away in discomfort. He sat in the loveseat alone glaring at you like you had killed his mother or something. The movie continued however and people kept eating. Steve was still grumpy glaring at you whenever you laughed at a scene or said something out loud or literally did anything.

“Rogers, L/n. Briefing, now,” you snapped your head to the voice who was Nick Fury.

“You two doing anything?”he asked when you three were alone.

“We were-”

“Good,” he interrupted.

“I have a mission for you two. We’ve been getting hyperactivity on our radar at these coordinates for the past week now. We do have reason to believe it may be another hydra base trying to regroup maybe, get the band back together type of shit.”

“And you need us why? The rest of the team is in the living room,” Steve asked him.

“You two know hydra best and it’s too soon to put Bucky on a mission that involves Hydra. I’d like you two to complete this with no casualties. We have authorities ready to arrest them, they're just waiting for you,” Nick gave you both a file.

“I want you both on the plane in 5. And please for fuck’s sake, try not to yell at each other. Y/n, Steve is your captain just do what he says,” He walked out of the room and you rolled your eyes. Whenever you guys go on a mission together he always has you stand back and even stay on the plane with Bruce sometimes. You more than once rejected his instructions; now thinking about it might be the reason he hates you…

“Try not to kill yourself this time,” Steve said before leaving to suit up.

The mission was going well and all fell into place. Until while the bastards were under arrest getting ready to be transported, one of the Hydra agents recognized you. He mocked you and laughed at you. Taunted you and brought memories of your time with them back to your mind.

Tears formed in your eyes, you were so angry. You used your powers, developed from the darkness and began slowly killing him. He turned red and choked gasping for air. Steve watched you begin to get angry, feeling empathy for you. But when he saw you snap, he knew he couldn't trust that you’d cause trouble.

“Y/n, stop,” he said. But you didn’t stop; you wanted the bastard dead.

“Y/n!” you ignored him.

Your brain drowning all sounds except your breathing and his lack of. Steve grabbed your arms and dragged you, you bursted into tears, memories and trauma flooding back. Steve was pissed that you couldn’t go a single mission without doing something you weren’t supposed to. But he also knew that what you had gone through was torture and he felt sorry for you.

He somewhat knows about the torture that Hydra has inflcited in the past. Bucky talked about it with him and sometimes still has nightmares about it. His behavior probably doesn’t make you feel better. He didn’t mean it to get this far.

When Nat brought you on the plane, he was hesitant. But he knew if they left you there you would die in no time. After you rested, ate, and cleaned up, he was mesmerized. You were very beautiful but Steve felt like because of Peggy he shouldn’t love another person. Like she would be mad if he moved on.

So, he avoided you at first. Absence turned to frustration when you wouldn’t leave him alone like he had thought. Frustration led to insults and now you think he hates you with everything in his body. But he couldn’t feel further from hate for you.

Sure, he got frustrated when you didn’t listen to him on missions; primarily because you thought he was being a dick on purpose to antagonize you. But when you came home, safely, and laughed with everyone about Bucky tripping and falling on his face, he fell in love a little bit more with you and your laugh. You looked so happy; without him.

But Steve can’t let it happen, so now he stomped away from you pretending to be upset over something so stupid.

“Where are you going?” you yelled at him.

“I really don’t need your shit right now, Y/n,” he snapped.

“No, you’re gonna deal with it. It’s been more than a year, Steve! Grow up and talk to me like a real man! Why do you hate me so much?”

“Enough!” he boomed, scaring you.

“Leave me alone,” he said lowly, having more impact than if he were to yell.

“Please,” you cried, “Talk to me. What did I do?”

“You want to know the truth? You’re too powerful. You’re already reckless and if you knew the capacity of your abilities you'd become more reckless. If you’re more reckless you’ll die; and if you die, that's on me. I can’t let that happen,” there was sincerity in his voice for once; the truth but not the one he wanted to really admit.

“That doesn’t explain why you hate me.”

“God I don’t fucking hate you!”

“Then tell me the truth!” you yelled back.

“I hate myself. I hate myself for feeling the way I do. It's not fair to her.”

“Not fair to who?”

“To Peggy.”

“I thought Peggy passed away.”

“She did,” he went into his room and sat on his bed head in his hands.

“I’m confused.”

“I can’t help what I feel for you; and that’s not fair to Peggy. I feel like I should still be in love with her but I’m not.”

You stood by the closed door listening to him.

“You like me?”

“No, I think I fell in love with you. I thought I could stop by avoiding you but your so fuckin stubborn. You were determined to be my friend; and I don’t want to just be your friend. So I said a couple of mean things and it went too far. I never meant for you to hate me or for you to think I hated you. I was just stupid.”

“Yeah, it was little stupid,” he chuckled at what you said.

You walked towards him and stepped between his legs. He grabbed a hold of your hips and buried his face in your stomach. You held his head brushing your fingers through his hair softly. He looked up at you with soft eyes filled with regret and sorrow. You could tell he was frustrated.

“Is it wrong? To love you?” he whispered.

“No, Peggy wouldn’t want you to spend the rest of your life moping when you could choose to be happy, like she did. She would want you to move on, live life. And that doesn't mean with me. I mean in general. Does that make sense?”

He nodded sincerely.

He slid his hands to the back of your thighs and sat on his lap. You gasped and your wings fluttered behind you, expanding with excitement. Steve chuckled at that and you buried your face in his neck feeling embarrassed. He cupped his hand on your face and naturally you leaned into his hand looking into his blue eyes.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked.

You simply nodded before leaning up to him to connect your lips with his. Your wings once again expanded; lightly ruffling against each other. You pulled away and attached your lips to his neck peppering light kisses all around.

You connected your lips once again and it was Steve’s turn to attack your neck with pecks. You’ve alway worn shirts that were either very low in the back or cut to make room for your wings. Either way Steve slowly pulled your shirt over your shoulder trailing kisses along your chest and collarbone.

“I really care about you, Y/n. Please let me show you.”

You hesitated only because it’s been so long since you had been intimate with someone.

“We don’t have to-” he started.

“No, I do. I really do; it’s just been a while, you know? Being held hostage and all,” you joked.

“I understand. We still don’t have to.”

“Steve,” you whispered in his ear.

“I want you. I want you to fuck me.”

You heard him growl lowly before he stood up with you and almost laid you on your back.

“Steve, I can’t lay on my back!” you laughed.

“Oh that’s right! I’m so sorry,” you both laughed for a second.

He set you down on your feet and stripped his shirt. Your eyes shot straight to his chest, your hands reaching out to touch his chest. He smirked at you before taking his pants off leaving him in boxers; for now. He reached for your pants as well eyeing you to make sure he wasn’t moving to fast but after a smile and a nod he slowly pulled your own pants to join his discarded on the floor.

He kissed your thighs that were slightly scarred from your time with hydra. He stood up and you pulled your shirt down off your shoulders letting it fall to the floor. Steve’s eyes watched your breasts. His hands reached for them as you did to his chest when he took his shirt off.

You pulled in for another kiss until Steve had enough.

“I need to be inside you, baby girl,” he pulled his boxer down, taking your panties off after. He grabbed your hand sitting on the bed. His back leaned against the headboard and you crawled into his lap, your knees falling to either side of his hips. His hands rubbed up and down your thighs and hips.

He reached for a condom and handed it to you winking and smirking. You tore the foil with your teeth keeping direct eye contact with him, Steve getting harder and harder every second passing. Your took his cock in your hands, bigger than you thought it would be, and rolled the condom on squeezing a bit making his hips jerk up into your hand.

“Knock it off, pretty girl.”

You leaned forward and lined your entrance with his cock moving your hips around a bit teasing him before you actually sink down. Steve was so impatient though, he gripped your hips and thrusted quickly into you making you gasp loudly and moan not long after.

You moved quickly, breasts bouncing with each thrust. Steve groaned under you, fingers digging into your hips.

“My angel. You feel so fucking good,” he grunted.

You simply whined and moaned, feeling euphoric being around Steve. Your wings moved along with you guys gracefully expanding further as you got closer to your oragsm. Steve’s hand moved up your body to wrap around your throat, his thrust getting more sporadic. He squeezed gently making your eyes roll back; your wings getting bigger.

“Your fucking perfect, angel. You gonna cum soon? You gonna cum around my cock?”

“Yes, Stevie. Oh god!” you moaned.

Your moans got louder, echoing in the room. Skin slapping against each other mixing with the lude sounds of you both where you were connected. Steve released his hold on your neck and grabbed your waist moving wildly in and out of you.

Your pussy pulsed around Steve’s cocked. When the pressure building in the pit your stomach finally bursted your wings fully expanded and your back arched. You felt Steve’s dick throbbing until it went soft inside you. You collapsed on his chest trying to catch your breath again.

Steve moved you for a minute taking his cock out of you; discarding the condom in a trash bin. He grabbed a towel and iped you clean first then cleaning himself. He crawled into bed with you and you moved your knee over his hips as before making him laugh.

“What’s wrong, angel?” you liked that name he gave you.

“Can you…?” you mumbled into his chest.

“What was that?”

“Can you put it back in?” you asked louder.

“My cock?” you nodded shyly.

“Anything for you, angel.”

You laid on his chest with his cock settled inside you and you dozed off. Steve lightly scratched your back after turning his bedside light off. Before he fell asleep he saw a soft glow of wings turning white. He questioned it but ultimately fell asleep. He’d ask you about it tomorrow morning.

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You woke up with your head on Steve’s chest, naked limbs tangled with the sheets. Steve was on his phone, his hand scratching your head gently.

“Good morning.”

“Morning, bug.”

“Sorry to keep you in bed,” you said sitting up; you pulled the sheet with you to cover your chest.

“Don’t be sorry, angel.”

“I’m really hungry.”

“Want to grab breakfast downstairs? We’ll come back up afterwards. We can cuddle some more,” Steve kissed you with a smile.

You stood up grabbing your shirt from last night and Steve handed you a pair of cledan boxers to wear. He dressed himself before walking with you downstairs to the kitchen.

You walked into the kitchen first everyone’s eyes wide. You thought at first maybe it was because they might have heard you and Steve last night but Nat spoke up before you could ask.

“Your wings! Their white!”

“What?” you asked shocked. You opened your wings so you could see them in front of you to see that they were in fact white.

“How did that happen?” Nat came up to you.

“They weren’t white last night.”

“They changed after you fell asleep, angel,” Steve spoke up; everyone’s heads snapping toward him, confused.

“They did?” you asked, he nodded and smiled coming up to you grabbing your hand.

“What the fuck?” Tony said.

“What the hell happened? I thought you guys hated each other?” Bucky asked.

“It’s a little complicated,” you said.

“Ok but that doesn’t really explain why they’re white now,” Nat spoke up.

“I think it’s because I wasn’t truly happy and fully free of my past until yesterday. I was able to move on and now being with Steve now makes me happy.”

“Really?” Sam joked.

“Yes, really,” you laughed.

“This is gonna take some getting used to,” Tony said.

“Did you guys…?” Nat asked suggestively.

Your eyes grew wide and you got hot. Steve only laughed which was enough of an answer for everyone.

“As long as you’re both happy,” Bucky said.

“We are,” you looked up at Steve, wrapping your wings yourselves and shielding a heated kiss with Steve.

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers smut #steve x reader #steve x y/n #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers angst

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omnivorousshipper · 4 years ago

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Hey Omni! I suffer from bipolar disorder so I am wondering if you can do Owen having a manic episode.

Hi friend! I want to preface this like I do whenever I write about mental illness, or another area where I have no personal experience

I have only done the minimal amount of research to write this, and I apologize if the characterization seems off or is wrong. Please let me know if I have gotten something wrong and I will fix it

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When Letty opened the door to one of Owen's many hideouts, she wasn't surprised by the sight that met her. Over the year she had worked with Owen, she had seen him in this state several times

He was standing in the middle of a controlled mess of information

All around him were chalkboards and whiteboards filled with notes, papers, and blueprints. In front of him was a table that had all sorts of bits and ends scattered on it

Owen himself was jumping from one thing to the other, constantly muttering under his breath. His frantic words were covered up by the radio playing in the background

Not bothering to quiet her footsteps, Letty walked towards him. Peering closely, she could see the dark circles bright as day under his too bright eyes

He didn't seem to notice her as he jumped back towards another whiteboard

"If I could just hire one more person, then this would be perfect. I need another man here, ready to jump with the goods when we grab them. When he jumps, we'll have an escape car at the bottom and we'll head back to here- Wait! Which car? It'll need to be nondescript but fast enough if we do get caught. Who do I know that could get me one on short notice? Tanaka? Is he available? But he just had a kid a few months back. Was it a boy or girl?"

Letty shook her head

She knew exactly how this would go

Owen would get caught up in a plan and wouldn't sleep more than an hour until he completed it. But then it was complete, he would always insist that he had enough energy to pull off the heist right there and then

But Letty knew he couldn't. Not when something even remotely shiny could distract him. He might talk a big game and insist on doing reckless things. Even going as far as doing stupid and dangerous things, but Letty knew nothing good would come of it

After repeating this several times, she knew how to deal with Owen. Or at least knew how to help him calm down enough

"Owen!"

It took several calls of his name, but finally, his head snapped up and he stared at her wide eyed

"Let?"

It almost broke her heart to see him almost shaking with pent up energy

"Good, you're here. You can help me plan." He said rapidly. "The national art museum is going to be showing off the world's largest diamond and were going to steal it. First we need to-"

"Why?"

Owen blinked at her owlishly

"Why what?"

"Why are we stealing it?"

Owen squinted at her

"We can't sell it, Oh. And you can't walk around wearing it either. So, why are we stealing it?"

"Because we can?" He said hesitantly

Letty sent him a flat look, but his eyes darted away from her and glanced back over his notes. She could tell she was losing his attention and fast

"Owen! Unless you're getting your mom an early birthday present, drop it."

"Late birthday present." He mumbled

"What?"

"It would be a late birthday present. Her birthday is in June."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Oh." Letty snapped. "Your mom's birthday is in December."

Owen lifted his head and stared at her

"Guess I forgot." He shrugged. "Deck is the one to remember those things."

Letty had never met Deckard, Owen's older brother, but she pitied him greatly

"When was the last time you ate?"

"Don't know."

"Owen. Think back and tell me."

"Thirty, no, thirty three hours ago."

"Owen!" She shouted, making him jump

"What?!" He glared at her

"How many times have I told you not to starve yourself!"

"I'm not! I just wasn't hungry."

"You're always hungry, Oh." Letty shook her head. "What do you want to eat?"

Owen turned towards her fully and had a thoughtful look

"Pizza? No, maybe sushi or something more Chinese. What about Mediterranean? You always love the shawarma at our favorite place."

Letty smirked slightly. At least his mind was off diamond heists

"Order whatever you want and have it delivered to my place. We'll eat there."

Owen nodded unconsciously, walking around the table and towards her. He was still mumbling under his breath about what he wanted to eat

Letty grabbed Owen's hand and led him outside towards her car. Shoving him inside, she sighed

She just knew there was going to be ten different take out deliveries waiting for then when they got back

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sparkmender · 6 years ago

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Nicknames: Samsa, Sami, Sam, etc., Moon-mun, sometimes Biscuit Zodiac: Pisces! Height: 5′6-ish, 5′7?? Never get the same answer Time: is an illusion Favorite Band / Artist: Uhhhhhhh Scott Bradley’s Postmodern Jukebox Song stuck in my head: Artificial Flowers Last Movie I watched: Good Omens Last thing I googled: ‘how get scurvy’ Other blogs: TOO MANY?? Why did I choose this username: Rung thinks of his profession as putting hearts and sparks back together. Following: u h like. 200 on here. Average amount of sleep: 4-5 hours sporadically, who knows What I’m wearing: Utility trousers and a grey tee Dream Job: Wherever Disney’ll make use of me Dream Trip: Moon!! MOON Favorite Food: Beef stew or mutton, or maybe shawarma Play any instruments?: Piano and fife Hair color: Nearly black, with some chocolate and honey undertones Languages you speak: English, Spanish, Hebrew, some German, some Yiddish, some French, some Italian, a little Russian, very little Chinese, spotty Japanese, and horribly mangled Portuguese. Most Iconic song: Once Upon a Dream Random fact: I can fence, joust, load a cannon, sharpen a sword, and basically do Witcher bullshit for fun Describe yourself as an aesthetic: A forest early enough in the morning that mist still clings to the trees and hills. There’s a cabin overgrown by blue roses and white posies. Something moves in the yard-- though it has antlers, it’s too large to be a deer, too humanoid to be a moose. It’s hanging the laundry.

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wantingtobekorra · 7 years ago

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The Music I Can Give You - Part 2/?

Summary: Generally, you’re a fairly open person with the team. You tell them about your past and in turn they seem to open up to you as well. The only thing is, is that no one on the team knew of your intense love of music. It was something incredibly personal to you and you kept it close to your heart, not willing to open yourself up to other people’s judgement. That is, until Bucky Barnes came to the Tower. You never spoke to Bucky but the more you watched and observed him, the faster you found yourself falling for the kind, strong man. It’s only after seeing Bucky being tormented by one of his nightmares do you realize that maybe there is something that you can do to help him, and quietly show your love for him at the same time.

Warnings: None. A little self doubt maybe?

Word Count: 1.1K

A/N: Guys I am so flattered by the response I’ve gotten from this series! I would still love to hear feedback even if it’s just to say that you liked the chapter! If you would like to be tagged please let me know by commenting on the chapter or messaging me privately, I want to make sure I don’t miss anyone! Hope you guys enjoy this next chapter!

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Squinting at your laptop, you absentmindedly reached down and pulled up your fuzzy socks. Even with the brightness turned down to the lowest setting, the light from your laptop was blinding in the darkness of the kitchen. You and the team had come back from a tough mission earlier that night but while everyone else went to bed, you had been updating and editing your music, trying to find something to help you relax enough to actually get some sleep. The only problem was that Bucky kept popping into your head. You knew he was sick of being coddled and looked at with pity and sympathy but you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. More than sorry, it pained you to learn from the snippets you had overheard, of the horrors that he had endured during his time under HYDRA as the Asset. Staring blankly at your computer screen, you absentmindedly bit at your fingernails, thoughts focused on Bucky. It truly awed you, how someone was able to survive repeated brainwashing and torture for 70 years and yet could still recover and become a sweet, kind, and gentle man. You wished you could say something to help him but you were terrible with words; you were sure if you tried talking to Bucky about his experiences or tried to relate to him in some way he’s think you were trying to make the conversation about yourself without you meaning to. Blinking a couple of times you glanced at the clock and realized with a start that you had been staring into space for the last 20 minutes. Shaking your head you got up and opened the fridge, looking for something to much on before you went to bed. Sorting through the fridge, you were trying to decide between day old Chinese food or Tony’s shawarma when you heard a scream come from down the hall.

Without even going to see, you knew it had to be Bucky, his room was the only one on the same floor as the kitchen, away from the other dorms. Instinctively you sprinted down the hall towards his door. You had always wondered why he chose to live separately from everyone else; now you knew why. Cursing as you sprinted down the hall, you slid to stop outside his door and reached the handle having every intention to shake him awake out of his nightmare but you stopped. If you woke up Bucky now, in the middle of the night, in the middle of a night terror, what would he think? You had hardly spoken to him since he had gotten here and now you were going to barge into his room and see him at his most vulnerable? If you did that, Bucky would be mortified, and probably completely freaked out by your presence. Bucky hated to be a burden and tried so hard to shield everyone from his own issues, you couldn’t put this extra stress on him of you knowing of his weakness; someone he didn’t even know. Slowly withdrawing your hand from his door you started to walk away back to the kitchen when you heard a whimper through the door. Half turned away, you looked again at Bucky’s door. You couldn’t leave him to this pain. You couldn’t let this sweet, selfless, innocent man be tortured by his mind, not while you could do something about it.

Silently sliding forward on your socks you gently opened Bucky’s bedroom door, making sure to not make a sound. Walking into his room, you waited for your eyes to adjust to the dark and what you saw made your heart crack. Bucky’s sheet were half-kicked off, his legs tangled up in them at the foot of the bed. His normally soft hair was plastered to his faced by sweat and tears while his face was drawn in pain, his teeth clenching so hard it looked like they might crack at any moment. The saddest part was how he held his arms. His right hand was clutching the mattress, desperately clawing at something while his other hand, his metal one, was held tightly to his chest as if trying to keep it from getting taken from him…or hurting someone. Another cry of pain snapped you out of your daze and your eyes focused back on Bucky’s face. Walking forward you gently sat on the edge of his bed, making sure to not jostle him at all. Carefully reaching out a hand you smoothed it down his metal arm, knowing he could feel it even if it wasn’t made of flesh and blood. Lifting your hand you repeated the motion, softly trailing your hand down his arm until it unclench from its cramped position around his torso. Moving to his forehead, you gently pushed the stray hairs off his face and neck and watched as the tension slowly melted from him. Focusing back on his face you noticed his eyebrows were still drawn down over his eyes, a deep crease forming over his forehead. Lifting your other hand you leaned over and smoothed your finger over his eyes, smoothing his features until they relaxed. You sighed softly and looked over Bucky again before standing up. Gently you lifted his legs and untangled the sheet from his legs, pulling his comforter from off the ground you moved them softly over him, knowing that you were often freezing after having a sweat-soaked nightmare. Quietly tucking him in, you paused for a second before leaning forward and softly pressing your lips to his cooling forehead. “Sleep well Bucky.” you whispered, stroking his face one last time before turning away.

Backing out of his room and closing the door, you silently stared at it, thoughts buzzing through your head so fast you hardly had time to focus on any single one. Turning away from Bucky’s door you silently walked towards your own room, not bothering to grab your computer from the kitchen, suddenly too tired to do anything other than go to sleep. Yawning as you reached your room, you lifted a hand and rubbed your face, trying to wipe Bucky’s painful expression from your memory. You never wanted to see him like that, to see him in such torment and pain, not after all the shit he’d already survived. Just as you crawled into bed you noticed your hand was wet from where you had been rubbing your face. You had been crying and hadn’t even realized it.

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charlie-writes1 · 4 years ago

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Arcade Date

by: @charlie-writes1

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Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: KiriBaku

Warning: gay

Word Count: 1.5k

Posted: 3.6.2021

a/n: I think I had taken this from a story I was writing like a year ago but then deleted the rest of the story? Idk.

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Kirishima and Bakugo go on their first date.

I waited outside school for Bakugo. I can't believe this is happening. I had had a crush on Bakugo for as long as I can remember but have never had the courage to talk to him. He's just so intimidating.

I tapped my foot on the ground nervously as I waited. It had already been a few minutes and I hadn't seen Bakugo leaving the school yet. Maybe he didn't actually want to go on a date with me? What if it was some strange prank?

"Just calm down Eijiro, he probably got held back or something," I told myself taking a shaky breath. He was a trouble maker, maybe one of the teachers had to talk with him.

"Sorry I kept you waiting cutie," a gruff voice came from behind me making me turn around. There I saw Bakugo. I could feel my face starting to heat up from the nickname. "Damn teacher needed to talk to me."

"I-it's fine," I managed to say. "A-and my names K-Kirishima, not cutie," I told him.

He rolled his eyes, but I saw a smile on his lips. "Whatever you say K-Kirishima," he said with a small smirk. I crossed my arms and turned my head trying to hide my blush. "Come on, my cars this way," he said, nodding his head over to the parking lot.

I followed him to his car quietly, not really sure what to say or do. I've never been on a date before, and Bakugo and I have never talked other than a few words in pacing and when he asked me out, which I still down understand why he did.

"S-so, Uhh where are you taking me?" I asked looking over at Bakugo as I buckled my seatbelt.

"It's a surprise," he said. "You do like surprise don't you cutie?"

"I- my name is not cutie," I muttered crossing my arms and looking out the window.

"Whatever you say cutie," he said chuckling a little which only made my heart beat faster. "So what sort of food do you like?" He asked.

I looked over at him. Was he taking me to a restaurant? A little early for dinner don't cha think? "Well, I'm not really a picky eater, I-I'm good with almost everything, except olives and squash, I hate olives and squash."

He let out a breathy laugh at my answer. "Noted," he said.

"What food do you like?" I asked curiously.

"Favourite would have to be Chinese food and shawarma, but I don't like mushrooms," he said. No mushrooms huh...

There was another moment of silence. "Why'd you ask me out?" I asked the question that had been on my mind since lunch. It had been a complete surprise when he asked me, he had pulled me into the washroom, pinned me to the wall and then asked, well more of told me that we were going to go on a date.

“Tonight after school you and me are going on a date,” he had said before kissing me and leaving. I had been too stunned to protest, not that I wanted to.

Bakugo glanced over at me but didn't answer, instead, there was a very small smirk on his face as if he was daring me to guess. I looked back out the window and saw we were turning into a parking lot, the arcade parking lot, to be exact.

I had never actually been here before, my parents always said it was a waste of money and time. They were probably right on the money part but it would be fun!

My face lit up and my nervousness was forgotten as I got out of the car. "An arcade!" I said excitedly.

"Come on, let's get this date started," he said putting his arm around me as he tried to lead me to the front door.

As soon as his arm had found its way around my waist my mind went blank. I had noticeably stiffened as I tried to will my legs to move.

I noticed Bakugo smirk a little. "You don't need to be so tense," he said rolling his eyes. “It’s not like I’ll bite.”

I didn't really know what to do so I just nodded saying I understood. He led me inside and I was instantly in awe of all the coloured lights and games.

"What do you want to do first?" He asked. I looked around a little before spotting a game that looked like fun. Bouncing on my heel I pointed towards a game labelled Galaxian.

By the time we were on our fourth game, I was getting comfortable with being around Bakugo. He was a lot of fun to hang out with!

"Your turn to pick!" I said happily as I tried to organize the tickets we had won.

Bakugo smirked, "this one," he said pulling me over to the basketball toss. I was not the best with this sort of thing, my hand-to-eye coordination was horrible. Bakugo started up the game, he had 30 seconds to get as many baskets as he could. He was really good at it. "Your turn," he said smugly stepping away from the game and daring me to do better.

I handed him the tickets and took my place in front of the game. Ok, Eijiro, you can do this, don't make a fool of yourself. I started up the game and did my best, but in the end, I only got 5. Told you I was bad at this.

I turned to see Bakugo laughing, making my cheeks flush red in embarrassment. "D-don't laugh at me!" I said.

"Give it one more try, I'll help you," he said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and sighed before turning back to the game. I didn't know what he meant, it's not like you can really help someone in this game.

"Fine whatever," I said a little annoyed. I was about to start the timer when I felt Bakugo behind me. "B-Bakugo?" His face was very close to mine and I was very confused about what he was trying to do.

"Relax, I'm going to help," he said pressing the timer. He helped me aim the basketballs, but I couldn't focus on the game, only Bakugo's hot breath tickling my neck and the way his chest would brush over my back every time we tossed the ball.

When the timer ran out I had gotten 15 baskets, definitely an improvement but not by much. I turned around and Bakugo was still standing very close, his hands placed on the game at either side of me, trapping me in. Without warning, he leant down and kissed me. It was softer than when we were at school.

I didn't know what to do. This was my second kiss, ever. What do I even do? How do you kiss someone? I don't know what I'm doing.

Someone clearing their throat gained our attention and made us look to the side. A girl I recognized from school was standing there with her arms closed and tapping her foot. "Are you done with the game?" She asked, annoyed.

I heard Bakugo growl softly in annoyance. "S-sorry we'll get out of your way," I said before Bakugo could say anything rude.

I pulled Bakugo over to another game but his eyes were still glued to the girl. "That bitch is so annoying," Bakugo grumbled lowly. I wondered if it was just because she interrupted the kiss or if there was more to it.

"Do you know her well?" I asked still flushed from the kiss.

Bakugo nodded but didn't say anything more on the subject. "Come on, we should cash in our tickets now. I have something else planned and we can't be late," Bakugo said looking down at his watch.

"Wait can we do one more game?" I asked. "Just the claw machine."

Bakugo studded me for a moment and I did my best to give him puppy dog eyes. "Fine," he sighed. "Be quick."

I smiled and ran over to the game quickly starting it. There was a shark plush that I had seen when we came in that I wanted to try and get. "Come on..." I muttered as I maneuvered the claw over the toy and pressed the button.

Bakugo watched me in amusement, I probably looked like an excited two-year-old to him. I watched as the claw closed in around the toy and picked it up into the air. I smiled brightly as it was caries over to the drop hatch.

Picking it out of the prize box I turned to Bakugo smiling. "Look I got it!" I said happily showing him the red shark plush. The fact that I got it my first try was a miracle, these things are usually rigged or something.

He chuckled a little. "Yes, I see that," he laughed. "Come on cutie, let's cash in the tickets now," he said nodding his head over to the desk.

I blushed a little and followed as his arm found its way back around my waist. We went to the local pizza shop for dinner, and then he drove me home. All in all, it was a great first date, and Bakugo said we'd do it again next weekend, so I have something to look forward to.

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cozyincanada-blog · 8 years ago

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Lesson 15, Task 2: What has influenced me?

Culture is defined as the arts and other manifestations of human intellectual achievement regarded collectively. That’s just a fancy way to say culture is what people do, like, and believe together. But how is culture formed? Do you form culture or does culture form you? Often culture is established through individuals who dare to be different, and then the population reacts accordingly. But what cultural aspects have influenced me?

Food is part of everyday life and without it the human race would die. My diet is composed of water, tea, almond milk, variants of food including pasta, pizza, shawarma, burgers, salads, chow mien, curry, pho and many more, and maybe some chips or nuts for snacks. But why? Why don’t I eat pizza everyday? Through the influence of media, I often choose the healthier option. With news saying cured meat gives you cancer I cut down on sausage and pepperoni. Additionally, cultures in different countries helped to shape my food preferences. Living in China for three years has made me like to try new things. That’s why I enjoy Indian, Chinese, Japanese, Mongolian, Korean, and Greek foods. You never know if you don’t like it if you don’t try it. That’s what I like to say.

Fashion is such a tricky subject. I feel as if it changes constantly so it’s nearly impossible to keep up with. Definitely what influences my fashion choices is society and social media. Being home schooled I may be a little late to trends but through social media I am able to keep on top of it. However I don’t just blindly follow fashion trends. I take aspects of what is popular and make them my own. I like wearing flattering, yet loose T-shirts. Flannel shirts on top of T-shirts are one of my favourite styles. However, unlike the rest of the female young population, I’m not a huge fan of leggings, so I don’t wear them. I allow society to shape my style, but it’s still MY style.

Architecture is one of the most beautiful things man has done to the world. If you were to Google “Brilliant Architecture” there would pop up a lot of modern buildings that seem to defy physics. This isn’t what I like. For living in, I like simple and classy. I don’t need my house to be an architectural wonder. However, for admiring, I love the detail work, such as in old English castles and buildings. As much as I love how large and beautiful the building is as a whole, I like the fine tuning the most, just to think that someone took the time to individually decorate each brick, or a seemingly insignificant part of a building is what I like. Why? Likely because my dad was always fascinated with geodesic domes, and I never liked them, so he inspired me to find out what I do like. Also, I think another aspect of influence would be the Royal family because the fancier the building the more royal it seemed. Living in Canada our culture is tied to British culture. That is probably why it’s affected me.

Culture usually defined leisure activities as those that are popular, such as soccer, football, dance, gymnastics. However most people get involved in specific leisure activities depending on what is cool or what their friends do. I personally loved to play soccer as a child, and I was influenced to do so because my mom signed me up and I just grew to love it. Since returning from China I’ve been heavily involved in the world of dance. Growing up with a German Baptist background, my parents never signed me up for dance classes. In China we as a family experienced so many different cultures and met so many different people. One of these people was a retired ballerina who showed us how dance could be used as something other than a way to gain praise and attention. Dance is very popular. When you do dance people know that you’re cool. Funnily enough, I don’t like that because whenever I admit I’m a “dancer” it sounds kind of odd to me. What influenced me was entertainment. I loved watching High School Musical and thought it would be fun to learn that kind of dancing. Who knew that seven years later I would be pre-professionally training in ballet and would have completed an Advanced 1 exam through the Royal Academy of dance? Definitely not I.

Because of the insane amount of hours spent dancing added together with the hours of schoolwork, I have little time for entertainment. However, Instagram and Youtube would rank as my top 2. I think society as a whole influenced me to love Youtube. It’s kind of sad but since the time of being five years old, I can’t remember a life without the internet. Additionally, I never had an Instagram account until my friends told me that Facebook was getting to be lame. Of course, I still use Facebook, but not for socializing with my friends, more like socializing with cousins and aunts and uncles. A majority of all my entertainment came from my peers and friends, either when I went to public school, or my friends at dance. Instagram just seemed like the best way to also stay in contact with my friends from China. Instagram was just the norm in public school.

In conclusion, I’ve been influenced by peers, friends, family, geography, and total society. Researching and writing this assignment I was sure that I chose all my likes and dislikes because I’m an individual, but really I’m just part of our culture in Canada. Is that bad? Not necessarily. Going forward, however, I will be aware that as I make my choices I will be sure that it’s what I want and not what anyone else wants.

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