#it's 8am and i haven't slept yet

[weaseltube]

Uncanny Vash AUs throwing on traits like "strict carnivore", "doesn't like cooked meat"; my man is already a humanoid energy to matter conversion machine drawn to foods with a high carb/sugar or calorific content. Oh doughnuts are so cute and innocent and silly, pizza is such a meme party food! It's not like his natural instincts as a non-human have created a deceptively lol so randum bias towards fun happy junk food, all of which is steadily fueling his otherworldly vortex of unimaginable reality bending force. Your human eyes can't see it, but underneath the flesh churns an immensity that is perpetually moments away from tearing the fabric of his world to shreds, sucking in everything around it and compressing them into such densely packed atoms you wouldn't recognise the sight of them - that is, if you could even see through to the other side and live.

And he lives with this. The hungry phenomenon that even his brother couldn't contain. Stood side by side with humans like you or me, stepping around us with the utmost care, reaching out as delicately as stroking petals, determined to be a safe existence in our midst.

Yet the hunger remains, and he can't help feeding it.

[frostfires-blog]

While I also see where you are coming from, I think we'll just have to agree to disagree.

Just as romance was not a major plot point in JJK, I don't think it was a central theme in BNHA either. Arguably, JJK focused more on romance given Yuta's JJK 0 character arc—with its "love is the most twisted curse" theme—and Miwa x Muta's narrative.

It's not that I don't see why UraDeku shippers are excited and happy—because I do. However, I can not even in good faith say that UraDeku is canon because it was not outright confirmed. "Is there potential given the epilogue? " Yes, there is... But that is where Horikoshi chose to leave it.

Getting to know someone more can be indicative of the beginnings of a romance—but it can also refer to just deepening your understanding of someone on a platonic level.

Although we are obviously not all on equal footing, ultimately nothing was confirmed. So the fact that some shippers are using the epilogue to discredit other ships urks me immensely.

The fact that Horikoshi went so far as to say that 429-430 was the true ending to the series while 431 occurred "with the cameras off" furthers my hypothesis that the chapter wasn't something he seemed passionate about writing.

Furthermore, I don't think the main point of chapter 431 was to imply or confirm romance between Izuku and Uraraka. The chapter was about the characters, particularly those in class 1A, adapting to adult life while coping with their traumas and adversities.

In the last few arcs, Izuku and Uraraka have been connecting not over shared romantic feelings but through shared convictions. This chapter connects back to that as Izuku realises that Uraraka has been internally struggling with complex feelings pertaining to Toga's death.

As someone who is not only struggling with similar feelings but also possesses an innate sense of heroism—he is urged to go to her. In order to speak with her and help her. They agree to continue to talk to help each other process these feelings. Whether this mutual concern stems from a platonic or romantic interest is left up to personal interruption.

Things are purposefully left open for the reader to decide. This is why I can not agree that UraDeku is canonically confirmed.

It's totally cool if you didn't agree with my original post—but ultimately, it wasn't made with malicious intent.

I didn't intend to discredit UraDeku's development prior to chapter 431. My little anecdote was simply stating that the events of chapter 431 were not validation enough to agree that UraDeku was confirmed.

Furthermore said anecdote was reinforcing that it is never okay to ridicule other shippers even if your ship is confirmed—especially not if its status is debatable.

I drew the parallel between ItaFushi and BakuDeku because both series have a largely shared fanbase, and many other parallels have been drawn considering the events of each epilogue.

Obviously, not everyone is going to agree with this parallel. Shipping is subjective—and just because you ship one pairing in one series doesn't mean you'll support a slightly comparable pairing in another. I myself am proof of this as many people are confused about my taste in ships in series like Naruto and Bleach.

That's pretty all I can say on this matter...

If I had a nickel for every time almost half the fandom called a ship canon based off of a casual conversation in a shounen manga's epilogue, I'd have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice…

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If I had a nickel for every time a shounen manga ended with no canon ships but somehow half the fandom still found a way to discredit one of its most profound fanships just because they were M/M, I'd have 2 nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

[ezri261]

Chamber was never one for showing genuine interest in somebody. The people he slept with were merely flings or just used for his plan. But once he got into the protocol; he didn't expect his first love to appear.

[♡] Past Day

(Y/N) (L/N), born in (O/C), forced to move to France for business purposes. There, they met Vincent Fabron, a child whom they were afraid to converse with due to the fact of how he looked.

Vincent, didn't mind this. He was used to people avoiding him due to multiple circumstances, but something drew him towards them, like a magnet of some sort.

Of course, he had to find out. He tried his best to befriend the shy person, and little by little, he saw how they slowly came out of their shell and started initiating more conversations.

[♡] Past Timeskip

"Vincent! I made you a necklace! It's a thin one, so you can hide it if you want."

"Ah, merci (Y/N), you are far too kind."

Vincent looked at the necklace and put it on. It fit nicely around his neck, and it felt... Nice? Lovely? He felt something, but he couldn't pinpoint the word, but having (Y/N) give him something that was hand-crafted was... Flattering.

[♡] Past Timeskip

"I'm getting forced into an arranged marriage with the Laurent Family."

They cried into Vincent's arms as they vented out their frustrations. They didn't want to get married so early, and Vincent's heart ached when he heard what they were getting forced into.

"Chéri, I promise that I'll get you out of this mess, okay?"

He didn't know why he said that; he didn't even know how to get them out, but when he saw the hopeful look in their eyes... He knew that he was going to find a way.

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Too bad that the first light happened, causing them to separate.

[♡] Present Day

Chamber walked through the halls of the base, trying to familiarize himself around the area since this is where he will be staying most of the time.

Agents knew not to trust him, given his past, yet he couldn't care less.

His mind wandered over the past, hoping that he'll meet them again soon, and not their lifeless body.

[♡] Present Timeskip

"Chamber! You’re joining Agent 8, Fade, Omen, and Raze for a mission on Bind. They'll inform you more about the mission in the common area."

It's been a few months since he joined, and he knew most agents, and some were warming up to him. But, he hasn't met 'Agent 8', and was more curious at the fact that Brimstone didn't say their code name, only their Agent number.

"Pardon me, but who is 'Agent 8'?"

He couldn't help but ask, who wouldn't when you haven't seen the face of this 'Agent 8'.

"You'll meet them in the common area. You lot will leave at 8am tomorrow."

After Brimstone informed Chamber of the basics, he went over to the common area to find the other three there

"Excuse me, but isn't 'Agent 8' supposed to be here?"

"Yeah! They're just about to return from a mission! I don’t know how the heck they even do it; always in missions!"

Raze boasted, quickly turning over to Fade to go over the mission one more time as Omen was standing next to them, listening in and giving his own thoughts.

Chamber furrowed his eyebrows and nodded. So the reason why he hasn't met this mystery agent was because they were always in missions..? How hardworking.

Chamber shook his head and walked forward to know more about the mission, putting the other thoughts to the back of his mind.

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"Sorry for the delay. I got caught up with some other things."

Chamber turned around just as the mystery person was taking off their hood; only to be met by the same (E/C) eyes that he adored, the same ones he looked forward to meeting everyday.

"I'm (C/N), I'll be the one leading the team. I'll assign Omen to lead when something goes wrong on my end."

NOTES:

(Y/N) (L/N) = Your Name, Last Name

(O/C) = Origin Country

(E/C) = Eye Color

(C/N) = Code Name

[aphroditesmoon]

whatever fits together

gwen stacy x spidergirl!reader

summary: gwen meets your little brother for the first time (･ω･)

warnings: afab!reader, orphan reader, makeout session.

A/N: idk man I just want gwen to wife me up fr.

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ALL YOUR LIFE, you've only ever saw your brother in your future. There were other people, of course. Whatever friends left that you you haven't ghosted or the ones that haven't left you at the time. But the only constant present you've ever considered in the decisions you make for yourself, has always been your brother.

You were orphaned at 14. Technically only your mother had died in the bus accident, but you can barely remember your father's face, he was dead in your mind.

When Miguel scouted you in, you saw how he tiptoed around your story, and how he tried to sympathise with you, but if you were being honest, you can't really remember how you managed to raise your brother on your own for 3 and a half years while also learning to manage your newfound powers. You knew you it was hard, but you also knew that before you joined the Spider Society, every decision you made was for survival, it was your natural instinct.

There were no space in your life for you to sit around and be a child, nor were there any time to consider every emotional and mental consequences your choices could've provoked. You had to grow up. You had a 3 year old to raise then.

Once you've joined Miguel, you thought you'd finally find some sense of peace within yourself, with all the security and stability the spider society provided.

But coming home to an apartment you've been provided after your first mission, all you felt at the sight of your clothes, arranged in an actual closet instead of a duffel bed, and your brother sleeping in a room he could finally call his own, was nothing, except for a terrible and tremendous stab of pain in your chest.

It was all worth it for him, you truly believed that. And yet you felt like it wasn't worth anything to you.

The strangeness of feeling so alone around a place filled with so many people. You didn't know the first thing about making friends, or having hobbies. In fact, you weren't even sure if you knew what you really looked like anymore, with all the crime fighting and changing hotels every week, you didn't really have the time to be looking in the mirror. It was terrifying.

And yet despite all of that, the universe has somehow managed to slip in an angel shaped as a blonde and witty girl in your life. Somehow she was a lot more shittier in starting up conversations than you were, but from the first glance you shared with Gwen, a mutual understanding was formed.

And from there, a bond was made.

You love early mornings, even when you were often alone, the hours spent after the clocked reaches 11pm have always felt loud, and suffocating. Shops are fully opened and streets are filled with people off to work. So every day, like an automatic alarm clock, you'll find yourself waking up around 7 to 8am to fully enjoy that morning glory.

You've seen the sun sparkle everday in your life, but never have you seen it shine this beautifully through your light blue curtains. Looking below it, your eyes meet the sleeping form of Gwen Stacy by your side.

She was snoring lightly, and though it annoyed you at first, it was also a subtle reminder to you that she was there, next to you, as you tossed and turn in your bed trying to get used to the alien feeling of sleeping with someone else besides your smaller sized brother sharing your bed.

Checking the time on your phone, large numbers of 9:15 reflects on your eyes. making you let out a low sigh.

You came home and slept late last night. Arriving to your apartment through a portal past midnight, hand in hand with Gwen as you introduce her to your house, and to your roon.

It was a Saturday, you comforted yourself. And you were in your bed, making out with the most beautiful girl you've seen, what's the rush anyways. The sudden slam opening of your door jolts you up, and enters from there, a very loud and jumpy 7 year old who was expecting the joyous feeling of finally being able to wake up earlier than his older sibling and getting to brag about it.

He halts on his step when he sees the stranger at your side, who is now wide awake thanks to the slammed door.

"God's sake, what did I say about knocking?" You scolded while getting yourself out og bed, toes clencing at the cold tiles when your feet reaches the floor.

"There's someone next to you, can you see her?" He asks, ignoring you.

Gwen's face was dazed and confused, her eyes were squinting and she wasn't showing any signs of getting up. "Yeah I see her." You replied, walking over to him. "That's my buddy, yeah? Be nice to her."

You hear a incoherent mumble from him as he remains staring at her strangely.

"Why don't you help me get the eggs out? You can help me make breakfast?" You suggested, turning him around and kissing the back of his head. "Is she getting breakfast too?" He asks while walking away to the kitchen, his loud voice bouncing off the walls. "Yes, please." You shouted back to him before moving towards your girl again.

"Sorry about that." You spoke with a much hushed tone. Gwen has her upper body up and againts the headboard, eyes fully open as she takes you in under the sun's glow. "No it's fine, I actually forgot you had a brother to be honest." She admits, smiling as you crawl onto the bed towards her. "Really? I thought I must've been talking about him too much that everyone probably has his name memorised." You chuckled. She hummed and shook her head.

You let your fingers intertwine with her laid out ones, closing your fists into hers. "Do you like eggs?" You whisper at her, leaning in closer to her face. "Yeah, I do." She whispers back, booping your nose. "I also like your brother, he's cute." She adds.

A laugh sprouts out of you as your foreheads lay againts eachother's. "Oh no, he's a real fox once you get to know him, next thing I know you two will be teaming up againts me." She snorts and pulls away slightly to properly look at your face. "Also buddy?" She teases, recalling your early words. "I had my tongue down your throat like-" You groaned and shoved her playfully trying to hide your blossoming smile.

"Oh yeah, sure, lets tell him that." You intererject sarcastically. She rolls her eyes and presses a kiss on your cheek before climbing off the bed where you're still on.

She walks over to your desk and then to your vanity, last night's crumpled shirt still on. "You have a vinyl player." She noted, pulling out your vinyls.

"Japanese Breakfast-" She reads, "and Mitski. Of course you like Mitski." You huffed at her words, nearing her. "What's that supposed to mean?" Gwen makes an incomprehensible noise and shrugged her shoulders. "I don’t know, like, you're, emo?" You choked out a laugh, eyes widening at her explanation. "What?" You breathed out, still laughing. Gwen joins in with a giggle as she tries to reason.

"I've never seen you in anything but black, I mean except right now." She gesturesnto your teal shirt. "Also, having a Mitski vinyl is already one of the requirements, I think."

"Anddd, Radiohead? You're a cliche."

You scoffed, pulling her away from your vinyl player towards the door. "You would know." Gwen gasps loudly. "What is that supposed to mean?" You only smile while pushing her to kitchen with your arms around her waist, holding her from behind.

The smell of eggs fill your nostrils when you entered the kitchen, untangling your hands from Gwen, you swore under your breath before sprinting to your brother, cracking eggs on the pan. "I told you to get the eggs out only." Pulling him away from the pan, you tell him to take a seat while you handle the eggs.

"I've seen you do it, I know how to make them myself." He mumbles. "I can hear you." You voice out. "Elephant" He tries again. You gave him a glance, frowning. "I heard that too?" "Good." He responds.

Hearing Gwen chuckling quietly, you spare her a glare too. "Just like I said, already teaming up."

Your brother hops off his seat after a long minute staring at Gwen from the fisheyed view his glass of water gave, Making her eyes look ten times bigger than they are.

"My sister says you're her buddy." He says it like it's a question. Gwen raises a brow at him. "Did she? I don't know, I think we're a little bit more than buddies." You tense, turning around to glare at her again. "Gwen-" you called out in a warning tone.

"You're best buddies?" Your brother's voice speaks before shw could. "Oh my god." You groaned to yourself. Gwen actually laughs at that. "Yeah, something like that." He analyses her answer until he decided it was good enough. "Okay, she's never had any friends before." This time you actually spin around towards them.

"Dude." You chastised him. "I have friends, you've met them!" You defended yourself as he starts to giggle loudly at your offended state. "No you don't." He affirms, making you stick out your tongue at him before placing the plates of breakfast on the table.

"Don't worry little dude, I can tell." Gwen tells him, the both of them giving you a top from bottom look.

"One more word and I'm throwing both of you out." Your brother has the decency to look scared before digging into his meal, but Gwen only grins at you widely before winking. She also notices how much your brother likes to kick people's feet under the table and then immediately blaming someone else when you scold him. "Your buddy did it! My feet can't even reach you!" He yelled. "Yes it can, I can literally feel your tiny toes right now, don't make me kick you back." You threatened, earning another kick before he seriously stops.

Once everyone has finished eating, you went straight to do the dishes, profusely refusing any help from Gwen, enjoying the bits of control in your life you feel whenever you're cleaning up things.

"Can I show Gwen my spidergirl collection?" Your brother begged. You fight againts a grin, saying yes to him.

Despite keeping a very strict no contact rules you had for authoritative figures and the press, your New York has still found a way to capitalize off of you, which was the Spidergirl Dolls that came with many different stylesnof clothing fron the same theme of your suit.

Gwen gives you a smile and a thumbs up before following him, his voice echoing from the hall as he explains the difference of the dolls. "-and this other doll has a samurai sword too-", you shook your head.

How the hell did they even came up with these concepts?

Finishing off the last few dishes, you make your way to the hall, where both of your favourite people are sitting crossed legged on the flower patterned carpet.

"What's up here?" You ask him as you crouch down to sit.

"The sky." He jokes. "Funny." You respond dryly. Gwen gives you a look that says 'I wonder where he gets it from', making you toss a doll at her that she catches easily, smiling.

Gwen turns to your brother, holding up a caped spidergirl doll. "How much are these anyways, where im from, these kind of figurines are expensive." He looka at her dumbly and shrugged. "Figyu-?" She ruffled his hair, "Never mind."

Moving to sit closer to her, you explain the pricing. "If you buy directly from the store, they definitely cost like a $100 or more, unfortunately I don't think even the real spidergirl would've been give a discount." You explain, hinting that your brother has no idea about your secret identity.

Gwen snorted at your last sentence. "Foul, so what, you bought fake ones?" You slapped a hand across your chest, feigning hurt. "No, excuse you, I bought them second hand. You have no idea how many people there are online, giving up good quality figurines for less than $50." Gwen responds with a knowing 'ahh' while nodding her head. "That makes sense."

"Most of these were bought for his birthday, though I think this year he'd like something else, hm?" You question from his side, wiggling your brows.

"I want a Transformers." He answers simply. "A trans what?" Gwen exclaims, confused.

You smiled at her face expression that was similar to a terrified cat, eyes widening in a bewildered manner. "A Transformers." You repeat aloud. "It's a car robot, like its a car that turns into a giant robot." You were describing it horrendously, but it got the job done. "I don't think we have that in my place." Gwen justifies her reaction. "Are you from loser planet?" Your brother asks, receiving stutters from a baffled Gwen and a embarrassingly loud giggle from you.

"I'm from a very normal and cool place alright." You share a look with your brother, side eyeing her. "I saw that." She calls out. "No you didn't!" He yells out all of the sudden before getting up and running to his room.

You flinch at his movements and shouted loudly, "Where are you going?" After a few seconds of loud breathing and feet stomping, he finally responds. "Im showing her our Transformers CDs!"

"Oh." You exhange a look with Gwen. "Looks like you're in for a ride, feeling alright for a movie?" She looks suprised but accepts the offer easily. "Bring in the trans cars."

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The little boy lasted two hours before passing out. His head on Gwen's lap triggered a slight jealousy in you. Although knowing that he will grow up and eventually meet new people he'd be fond of more than you, it was still jarring to see it play out right in front of your eyes.

You reach your arms out gently to him, "Let me take him to bed." You whisper to Gwen who only responds with an okay.

He's deep into slumber as you carry him into his room and gently place him onto his bed. After fluffing out his pillow, you let go of your palms holding on his head, letting it gently fall onto the soft material.

Gwen's footsteps are quiet behind you, the small sound of the creaking door tells you she's there.

Getting back up on your feet aftet tucking your brother in, you spin around to the curious girl who's eyes are roaming his walls. "Did he draw this?" She giggled, pointing at a drawing you made. "I love him but this literally looks like a deformed Mickey Mouse."

She glaces to you in hope of sharing a laugh but immediately turns quiet when she notices your frown. "That's mine you dipshit." You snapped and walked over to flick her forehead.

"Ouch, sorry." She apologizes in a groan. "It does look like a deform-" you shove her out of the room before closing the door behind you.

"It is not a rat, its a bear." She grins at your pouting face. "Whatever you say."

You thought she'd be opening a portal back to her universe by now. How is her father now worried? Does he not see what's he's been gifted with?

It was visibly dark outside, the clock barely striking 10pm yet. You'd spent the whole night yesterday with eachother, and the whole day too, binging Transformers movies. If it were you in her shoes, with someone else that wasn't her, you would've left much earlier, the tiring efforts of socialising was usually worst than any weekly villain.

She stops walking when she realizes you've halted in your steps behind her. Her head tilts to look at you. "What's wrong? You don't want to sleep?" She asks.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing leaves your lips. Gwen's face contorts anxiously as she turns around towards you. "What's wrong?" She asks again. You force yourself to talk. "I want to sleep." Silence fills the space between you and her for a solid minute. "So do I." Gwen finally decides to say cautiously.

Your shoulders drops, letting your strained body and features relax. "Yeah, okay. Let's sleep." Gwen is cut off before she coukd even start as you continue where your words left off by intertwining your fingers with hers and leading the way to your bed. She says nothing about your behaviour after, accepting your returning affections. "If you wanted to makeout instead, just say that." She jokes earning a tired chuckle. "After that long ass movie? No, I'm wrecked."

[hanmaitani]

Label Us Whatever

PAIRING - Tendou Satori x Reader WC - 1.3K GENRE - Angst, Suggestive What You Missed - after a month of being in your 'friends with benefits' relationship with satori, you realize that you were thinking about him subconsciously, and maybe it was time for a label.

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You were still yawning as you got back to your dorm room door. It wasn't even light out yet and your arms felt heavy as you lifted them to put your key into the lock. You had to fiddle with it more than you wanted to, silently cursing yourself for never putting in that maintenance request to fix the lock that stuck.

"Morning, sunshine." The joke came from the dorm door across the hall. You turned to face your best friend with a sigh. The blond-haired boy was leaning against his doorframe, the door still open so that you could see past him and into his room.

"Why are you up so early, Eita?" You yawned around his name and blinked at him a few times, trying to shake the sleepiness out of your brain.

Eita scoffed and raised his eyebrows at you in disbelief. "Haven't slept yet, got a major paper due this afternoon, gotta finish editing." You peeked around him and saw an array of discarded coffee cups and energy drink cans near his desk and nodded in understanding. "Why are you coming home at 5am?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes, leaning against your still closed door. "8am class. Had to get ready." You brought your hand up to wipe at the corner of your eyes where remnants of sleep lingered, nearly scaring yourself when your hand brushed the keys still hanging out of your door as it came up.

"Where were you?" You opened your mouth to reply but you were too slow, he cut you off again. "Actually, nope, don't answer. I already know. Same place you've been for the last four nights."

You groaned and closed your eyes, leaning your head back against the door. "Don't start Eita, it's not been that long."

"Really?" Eita's eyebrows raised in challenge, his hand gestured to the key in your door that you'd sworn was out to get you. "You know your door is only sticking in the frame because you've not been here, right?"

You sighed, going quiet as you looked down at the door. Had you really been done that long? You truly hadn't noticed.

You never planned to find your way back to Satori's dorm after class instead of your own. It was always something that happened spur of the moment.

You ran into each other. He texted you towards the end of your class. You got stressed and texted him.

After each time, you never meant to stay. You were just so tired and the thought of walking back to your own dorm just didn't sound appealing. Not when there was a warm bed you were already in.

Eita's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. "C'mon, you're wearing his jacket." You stared at the jacket draped over your body. Purple fabric that was way too large to be your own. "Y/n, you said this was a 'no feelings' situation and you're getting a little close."

"It's none of your business, Eita!" Your voice raised at him as you glared, irritation flooding through your tired body and overtaking any sense that you had. "It's just whatever. Leave it alone. So I stayed a couple nights. What. Ever."

Eita rolled his eyes and shook his head. "You know what, it's too early. I'm not dealing with this." His door slammed shut before you could even process that you'd snapped at him.

"Fuck," you mumbled in frustration before turning back to your door. You jiggled at the handle and groaned, smacking the wood when it didn't open. "Stupid old building."

You shouldered the door and stumbled into your dorm as it gave for you. You couldn't help but feel foreign in your own room. You had been at Satori's for a while.

"Stupid Eita." You dragged the sweatshirt off your body, the warmth and comfort going with it, and tossed it onto your chair.

There was nothing between you and Satori. It was all whatever.

As much as you hated to admit it, Eita's words ricocheted around your sleep-deprived brain for the rest of the day. Especially when you stepped through the doorway of Satori's place instead of your own at the end of class. Again.

"You okay?" Satori asked, his eyes trailing after you as you entered. His long body stayed leaning in the frame as the door fell shut but his eyes trailed the sluggish nature of your movements, laced with concern.

"Just tired," you lied, "pent up." You tossed your bag onto his desk chair and stood there for a second, sighing as you looked around the room.

Everything in it was more familiar than you ever thought it would be. You couldn't understand why your first instinct at the end of a day was to come here. It was stupid, truly. You shook the thought out of your head as you felt him tug on your wrist.

He was moving to sit on his bed now, tugging you with him so you stood before him, body slotted between his legs. "Then just relax," his hands rubbed circles into your wrists before moving to your hips to draw you closer, "let me help." He mumbled the words as his eyes locked onto your throat, moving his lips to follow and press to the hollow just below it.

"Satori." You sighed out his name as you let your head relax, fall back loosely and succumb to his lips. He hummed in response, vibrating across your skin as his hands burning paths to the hem of your shirt. "We're still doing the 'no feelings' thing, right?" Your eyes were trained on the ceiling as the question tumbled out.

His movements faltered for a second before he fully pulled back to look at you, guiding your head back up with a palm so you could lock eyes. His brows were stitched together as you could see confusion paint its way across his face. "Where did that come from?"

You suddenly felt extremely embarrassed by the question that you let slip. Heat flooded up your cheeks as you stuttered. You hadn't even meant to ask. "I just- I mean I just wanted to make sure. You know, that we were still on the same page." You excused, worried that you'd crossed a line you couldn't uncross.

He was quiet for a moment, taking in how you trembled in his arms, soft circled under your eyes from the recent nights you'd spent with him rather than getting sleep.

It was like the conversation the two of you had to start this situation was floating between the two of you there. Like a screen asking if you really wanted to delete that label or keep it.

Satori pressed it for you. "Yeah, yeah," He nodded, "no feelings." He ignored the feeling of something tugging inside of him when he watched you sigh in response to the words, relief washing your features and relaxing your body.

You smiled at him, keeping the label. "Right." You nodded along with him, the relief feeling weird as it sat in your own chest. Eita didn't know anything. "We're just..." you scrunched your face looking for the right word, "whatever."

"Yeah." Satori sighed, a small smile on his lips as he leaned back to put his lips on your skin again. "It's whatever." He brushed his kisses against your collar bone as his hands slipped against your bare torso, heading for the latch on your bra.

"We're just whatever. No feelings."

The declaration, the agreement, the label was there to make you both feel better. But somehow, there was a tightness that it created in both of your chests.

You couldn't be bothered to think about it. It had lifted a weight. Created a certainty.

You and Satori were just whatever.

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@faumpje @all-in-the-fandoms @pearl-blue-musings

[moonlight-at-dawn]

Well i TRIED starting ANGRY smut, but it turned out to be TOUCH-STARVED instead, and honestly that's on me for setting it after Menancia instead of Cyslodia, so I guess that'll come first

I need to write some gratuitous alphionne smut, but of what variety... angry half-masked thorny smut... touch-starved half-masked thorny smut... lovey first time smut... so many more options...

[annafayeink]

I finished the first draft of my second chapter. All I need to do is edit and then it's ready to be posted, but tomorrow today (it's 8am and I haven't slept yet) is such a busy day... I'll probably not be able to do it until monday 😭

[friendly-neighborhood-arsonist]

Took the dog for an hour long walk! It's now 8am and I haven't slept yet...

The look!

Make sure to stay safe!

Excited for walkies

Back from the walk (very happy dog)

[vanillabat99]

I haven't slept yet (it is almost 8AM) but before I go to sleep, I wanted to share how my appointment went!! My doctor still hasn't heard back from the insurance company, and I also found out that cardiology didn't ghost me!! They denied my referral due to my symptoms not being severe enough 🙃 I'm gonna (hopefully) be getting another heart monitor test done sometime soon, and then we will go from there ._. Even though things kinda suck, it was a good appointment!!

[jinyuwintravels]

📍 Buscalan Village, Tinglayan, Kalinga

🗓️ May 14, 2022

❓ I first learned about Whang-Od when I was still in college, maybe around 2007-08. I have always been fascinated but I have no plans to get a tattoo yet. From what I've heard, it's not very hygienic to get a "batok" tattoo. They said Whang-od uses the same "thorn" for everyone in line and only changes when it breaks. Aside from this, the road from the Buscalan drop-off to Whang-od's village is very difficult to traverse because of the steepness of the cliffs and the area being underdeveloped.

Fast forward to 2022, also because of the pandemic, I'm thinking about a lot of things that might never happen, and one of them is getting a tattoo from Whang-od. At that time, she was said to be 105 years old although this is debated.

I already have one tattoo, a machine tattoo, and for me it's time for a new tattoo (queue Urbandub). So I joined a tour to "Buscalan", which took around 14 hours from Manila. We arrived early morning, around 4am but they said we couldn't go to the village yet because it was dangerous to hike at dawn. So we waited for the sunrise before going up, actually, we went down and then went up.

Just to share, I just came from my work shift and haven't slept yet. I didn't get to sleep in the car either. I also didn't have breakfast before climbing. So when we were going up, the hike was supposed to be relatively easy, maybe 30 minutes. When we got close to the village, maybe 100 steps, I got a little dizzy haha. So I sat down for a while and rested. I was accompanied by a guide and the other climbers also helped. Someone gave me candy, someone picked any leaf from the side and rubbed it on my head.

Anyway, moving on. Per our tour guides, the area is now better developed, having a new path that is much easier to go through. There are portions of the walkways that are cemented, metal railings here and there, and a nice little bridge way. We arrived at the transient around 7am and Whang-od hadn't started tattooing yet. She would start at around 8am. They sell thorns at the transient which is used for the batok tattoo and it is individually required, which is good. So no more sharing thorns, and it also serves as a souvenir. It costs 100 each. While waiting to get a tattoo from Whang-od, you can get a tattoo from other artists and they will even come to your transient.

I chose a crab tattoo which symbolizes a "traveler". The artist ran the tattoo 3 times so yes, it is 3 times as painful too. But it did not prepare me for the pain Whang-od's tattoo would bring. She hits hard haha.

When Whang-od started around 8am, we took a peek at her. We also took pictures to see the vibe of the place. She would start with the previous day's "leftovers". So since it was Saturday, she prioritized those that were not finished on Friday. When we peeked at Whang-od, we also saw that there were white boards where the number of vans, names of the guides and how many pax were listed.

There were 24 cars on Friday, and 36 on Saturday. So let's say there are 10 pax in a car, that's a total of 360. At least 360 people want to get tattoos. So good luck to the "day trippers" because if you get to the village late, they will not be able to accommodate you.

It was around lunchtime when we got in line for Whang-od and the tattoo was quick. She only makes 3 dots design but with the number of people in line, you can see and feel that she is tired.

When it was my turn, I chose the 3 dots to be placed on the side of my wrist. For me, the machine tattoo hurts more than the "batok". But compared to the crab tattoo pain, Whang-od's whip hurts more. We all noticed that even though the thorn is still stuck in your flesh, she will hit you again. That's what hurts, but the whole tattoo session only took 2 minutes.

Whang-od's 3 dots only costs 150. 500 on the crab. The tour fee is 3,300 including the van and transient, as well as food, yes, food as in breakfast lunch dinner on Saturday, and breakfast on Sunday. I just bought a T-shirt for 350. I would have liked to buy coffee (delicious promise), and keychains or magnets but I don't have any cash left (no data signal so no gcash).

⁉️ After a tattoo from Whang-od, you can do whatever you want. So we went to the rice fields or terraces, walked around the village, and took pictures.

We drank on Saturday night, and then after Sunday's breakfast, we left Buscalan. There is a little side trip to Benguet and Baguio. The term "core memory" is trending and this is one of my entries. Life in Buscalan is very simple. It's also good that sometimes you are disconnected from the internet and social media and away from your daily routines because while it may be tiring for the body, it is very fulfilling for the soul.

[griefpersevering]

the ripples they cause

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: When She Loved Me

Notes:

Hello everyone!! I just wanted to say thank you so much for all the love you've been giving this fic - when I originally started writing it, I thought maybe a couple of people might want to read this strange fix it fic, but now over 15,000 of you have! It's absolutely mindboggling to me that so many of you are still here reading my silly little story!! Anyway, mushy bit aside, I hope you really enjoy this chapter. We've been building up to it for a while!

Sneak Peek:

It's nearly been a week since MJ's text.

Peter's barely slept since Tuesday. He spends his days poring over the spell book, making notes on the sections that will help them and mouthing the strange spells until he's memorised them. When the time comes, he won't need the book to complete either of the remaining rituals, just in case Doctor Strange decides to steal it back before then.

At night, he wakes up from nightmares of being trapped in a cell for the rest of his life. And like tonight, once he's awake, all he can think of is the emoji on the end of MJ's text.

He pulls the duvet over his head, trying to force himself back to sleep. There's nothing he can do about the rituals yet; not while they're still waiting for Yelena to return from Ohio with something belonging to her sister. And his trial is in the hands of the judges now. Matt, Foggy, Karen, and the other bridesmaid who is also a lawyer all assured him at the wedding that they've done everything they can.

His trial is supposed to take place tomorrow at noon, but they still haven't told him whether it will be postponed — or even better, cancelled altogether.

Every time he drifts off, his thoughts circle back to the text. What does MJ want to talk about? He hasn't spoken to her in weeks, unless you count the letter he asked Matt to deliver. But that was just a lie anyway; that his friend in California is having an operation, so he offered to fly over there to help him recover for a few months. No mention of Spider-Man, or the campaign she's been running in his name.

He rolls over, the duvet tangling between his legs. There's light peeking around the corner of his blinds, so it must be the morning. He'd been hoping for a lie in after the wedding, but if he's awake already, he may as well get ready to face the day.

By 8am, he's showered and dressed in his least crinkled shirt. MJ asked to meet at the donut shop, and it feels like returning to the scene of the crime.

He eats some burnt toast slathered in Nutella which does nothing to ease his stomach. Then, he gets out the ancient broom that came with his apartment and sweeps up the confetti that he tracked in from the wedding.

Yesterday was a nice break from his melancholia. Matt and Foggy deserve their happy ending, even if he feels a bit jealous. Besides, being married means they never have to testify against each other.

Maybe, when he finishes the rituals, he'll introduce Mr. Stark to them. He knows Matt isn't Iron Man's biggest fan, but he'll get over it. And he wants Tony to see that his sacrifice helped so many people in so many ways — the Nelson-Murdocks never would've tied the knot if it weren't for the Blip.

He pulls on his sneakers — now sans confetti — and slips on his coat. The sun is shining brightly this morning, and he takes it as a good omen. But although the clear skies will melt some of the snow, the lack of clouds means it's still freezing.

He said he'd head over to Brooklyn in the afternoon, so he's not in a rush. But first, he'll make a pit stop at the Midtown School of Science and Technology to make some more webs: he's running low, and whatever happens tomorrow, he has a feeling he'll need them.

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[mcrmadness]

I tried to google about spring tiredness (in Finnish), why is every article about being burnout and related to work, and not about the phenomenon itself??? Like, I just wanted to know if spring tiredness as a term (well it's one in Finnish at least) means excessive tiredness in general and whether it has something to do with seasons etc. or not, but everything is about "this is why you might be tired at work during spring" - NOT WHAT I WAS ASKING ABOUT???

This is more like a chronic jetlag. I know it takes time for a body and brain to get used to the changes of a sleeping schedule, but I also know my own circadian rhythm is not normal. My sleep phase is delayed, and my day has more than 24 hours in it. I would say 30h is closer to the amount of hours in my inner clock.

But at this point this is getting ridiculous. It feels like my inner clock would be partially broken and only has 12 hours now. It's not the first time this has happened, but it's hella annoying when it feels like my body does not stop producing melatonin at all. It's like having melatonin high 24/7, my whole body is shaky and my muscles feel SO WEAK because of that. And I know I'm not sick or anything like that, because this is how I feel when I have stayed up for 24 hours too, and this time I haven't.

This is now the third day in a row. I have slept at night, I wake up around 8am, I become really tired at 10am, afternoon is the worst, just wanna have a nad at 5pm and then can't wait for it to be late enough so that I can go to sleep because if I go to bed too early, then I will wake up even earlier and will be even sleepier and drowsier the next day.

I woke up after 8am today and I have been awake for 2 hours and I already feel so exhausted. I haven't even eaten any breakfast yet and I still feel like I'm ready to go to bed cos I just want to sleep. I SLEPT FOR OVER 8 HOURS WHY IS MY BRAIN LIKE THIS. Besides, it was MY BODY that woke up. It could have very well kept sleeping for a couple of hours more but no. Just had to wake itself up and be like "oh it's morning :)" and now it's getting sunny outside and I'm getting so much more tired it's insane. I affects my ability to even do things cos my whole body feels so annoying and I can't focus on anything because of the sensory things. Even tho that might be also the key, and it might help me wake up physically if I actually went for a walk or something instead of sitting in front of the pc the whole day doing nothing cos I feel too exhausted.

But yeah, this is my normal. This is what happens with my if I can't follow my circadian rhythm, and some times my brain does this thing especially in the spring where it just randomly clicks and follows the majority's normal circadian rhythm which doesn't fit my body at all. I keep being told you can get used to it and you can learn to get used to waking up in the mornings. No I cannot. I have done that, I have been in schools and had to wake up to those early on for YEARS because my schools started at 8am, I have had a job that started before 8am. My current school starts at 9am. I am able to distract myself from the feels of tiredness with work, especially physical work, but if I keep sitting in one place, I just get so tired. I was always so exhausted at school and even in vocational schools I have had to fight against my body's urge to fall asleep in class. It usually doesn't matter if I have slept enough hours, it's just that I'm forced to wake up earlier than what would be natural for me. It's like if someone with the normal rhythm was waken up at 2am to go to work/school at 4am. I bet they'd get drowsy too eventually.

My own normal circadian rhythm would be to sleep from 2-4am to 10-11am. If I wake up at 11am, I won't get nearly as tired as I get now that my body has kept waking me up between 7-8am after I've gone to sleep between midnight and 2am.

Hopefully it gets better today if I manage to shower after breakfast and then manage to leave the house.

[martsonmars]

It's 8am, I haven't slept yet, we're out of toilet paper, I need and want to get out of this flat but I don't want to get dressed

[pandivzn]

So I FINALLY get to post these since her birthday has passed, I'm feeling a lot better and it's finally finished... But Happy Belated Golden ✨ Birthday My Lovely FriendKe! 🤗 This was surely a piece I had to push through.. (btw please excuse my affirmations in the background, lol it was like 8am and I haven't slept yet 😅 ) even now posting this lol it felt like most odds were against me, but ya girl made it through!! And I'm really proud of it 🥹

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[anaimlesswanderer]

First day I could have slept in, stayed awake until 3am to watch movies, and someone called me at 8am.

No idea who because I didn't get up and haven't called back yet, but it sucks.

And it's snowing heavily. Luckily I didn't plan on going farther than the small shop in my street to get tobacco.

[forehead451]

i am so petty for this? like PETTYYYYY BUT. feel like already a decade and im still not over it SMH

literally one of the worst days of my life in an emotionally draining way.

she planned an intervention for me. at her house. at 8am. had to pack all my stuff after work to move out the night before (friday) so id be ready to move when i returned (sunday). woke up and left the apartment at 5am. it took three hours of transit (subway, coach bus, regular bus) followed by walking in february thru the snow and ice cold and the sun hasn't even risen yet.

i barely slept. i never wake up at 5am and i had to do a whole trek. arrive at the house with a bunch of our friends. im barely alive and haven't eaten. belly empty and i always need breakfast or will eventually get dizzy if i exert myself too much but we were going FOR breakfast so ofc id wait. just as we're serving our food, im putting food on my plate and starving hungry. while i do so she starts the intervention and the only person who actually was there purposely stayed home. im on the spot and people (who i love but regardless) who were completely removed from the situation i hear youve been discussing me and my worst moments and deepest shames and they're telling me ive not been myself while she's speculating on my motivations and that ive been trying to manipulate and take advantage of that person and im just thrown for a loop. its been some of my darkest times and ive also never liked myself more as a person and finally have someone who i actually connect with in an emotional, physical, and intellectual way that ive been craving so im so happy while also hating myself bc of my failures. so the things that im happiest about are what are causing them to be concerned and the worst things in my life are being laid out in front of everyone. all before 9am on an empty stomach in the winter and im fucking freezing.

then after crying for the entire morning and afternoon, i then have to lug my weekend bag across the city and i can't go to my boyfriend's bc hes not home and im supposed to meet him at his friends house who I haven't even met before for a dinner party and i cant go back to the apartment bc shes home and i have no privacy to cry and we'd have to talk about what happened, that or maybe she was at her bfs so she had the keys. so i go to my bfs friends house where all his best friends are congregating and i dont know anyone and im emotionally drained and freezing cold and then he gets there late and doesn't say hello to me immediately and im sitting by myself in the corner and trying to be engaged in the conversation happening and then its dinner time and he almost doesn't sit next to me for reasons ill never understand and then all we go home at like 1am and im ready to collapse and then at home, i am still in shock so when he asks me how it went and how i felt about it i tell him it was good and thought i told him all about it only to realize months later that all id said was "it was good, i learned a lot" and didn't tell him how gutted i actually was. so.

idk

i go home the next day and sob while packing up my toiletries and say im so sorry over and over to her. then i move out and thats that 48 hours of hell.