#it's like “adding details” to mario where the reason he jumps high is because of his shoes

[jaythelay]

I just remembered I have a tumblr in which I can share my thoughts:

Slenderman does not have a mouth.

Slenderman is hilariously cheesy, overused, and everyone's first thought, with a mouth.

There have been billions before and billions after that are eyeless, noseless, hairless, creatures with a mouth.

To put a mouth on Slenderman is not just to miss the point, it's to try and be edgy like a 14yo in 2006 using paint. It's not effective in any artistic regard, especially when you add it as a feature and do nothing the fuck with it.

Slenderman should not have a mouth.

[mangosdoodles-moved]

Intimate Soldiers - Dear Diary

Summary: I just lost a bet to Germany and now I have to clean up his room. However, I accidentely stumble upon his diaries, and before I knew it I had just read the first 10 pages. wHOOPS-- 

Word count: 1743

Based on: The episode from season 1, episode 27 (Where the Allies read Germany’s diary)

A/N: This is the first fanfic I’ve ever posted on Tumblr, ho boi. Also, English is not my first language, please be gentle-- ;w;

«Remind me not to make bets ever again..» Margaret mumbled to herself as she glared at the dark-red vacuum cleaner. Yesterday evening she and her roommate, Germany, were up in the middle of the night and played Mario Party. To make things a bit more exciting, she recklessly made a bet that she thought she would win. However, as overtired as she was, she lost concentration quickly and didn't give a shit, to say the least. So obviously, Germany won, and now she had to pay by cleaning his office while he was at the World Meeting. Margaret groaned as she checked his room. There were papers all over the floor, and his bookshelves were full of dust. “How is his room almost flawless-looking, but his office looks like a mess?!” She thought. Luckily, Germany would be late home, so she had a little hope that she would be done until then. She checked her phone. 10:30 AM. She could do it. Right?

After four hours of determined cleaning, Margaret was finally done. She checked the watch for the billionth time, and noticed it was 2:34 PM. She took a stretch, and sighed deeply. “Well, that took almost forever.” She said to herself. She was about to put the vacuum cleaner and the broom away, when she noticed she had missed a spot on one of the bookshelves. She grumbled, annoyed by that mistake, and went to clean it away. She may had been too hard, because three of the books next to the dust suddenly fell, and she jumped. “S-Satan i helvete..!”* she whispered sharply. She sat down on her knees and picked up the books, but froze as she read the books' titles. “Military Journal I”, “Military Journal II”, and “Military Journal III”. They were all green, and looked like very simple notebooks. Margaret felt her curiosity kick in as she opened the first journal. As she read the first pages, she recognized Germany's handwriting. And before she knew it, she had started to read the first “military journal”, also known as Germany's diary. After she read 10 pages, she quickly closed the book. 'What am I doing?' she thought. 'I'm reading his diary, I can't do that! It's private, don't you have some respect?' She stood up and was about to put them back on the shelf, when another curious thought kicked in. “Or perhaps if I'm...really careful, he would never find out about it..” Margaret slowly sat down on his office chair, and slowly began to read. “Lord Jesus, here we go..”

Dear diary,

Today, Italy told me he had cooked something for me.

“...That's it?” Margaret mumbled to herself, slightly confused. She brushed it off and began to check the other pages.

Dear diary,

Today, Italy was attacked by England and France while I was out.

Dear diary,

Today, that darn Italy slacked off from his training again! Lazy bastard..

All of the pages only had a few sentences, and that was it. The first journal was way too boring! It only consisted of Italy doing this and that, and that Germany was pissed about it. Nothing more, nothing less. Margaret put the first journal away, feeling a bit disappointed. Maybe she had a bit too high expectations for this. She had imagined very long and detailed paragraphs, not just a short and simple sentence. She slowly looked over at the two other journals, hoping that they would be at least a bit more exciting than the first one. She opened up and checked the second journal. Five minutes pass and still no sign of something interesting. It was the same as the first one: short and simple. “Guess it's his style, huh?” Margaret was about to close the journal and give up, when she noticed a sentence which triggered her curiosity.

Dear diary,

Today I met someone at the door. Someone I had never seen before. They look really.. odd.

“..This is new.” she thought as she slowly turned the page.

Dear diary,

I met the same person at the door today. Apparently, she's going to start working with Mr. Austria.

Margaret's eyes widened. “She..?” she mumbled. She checked the date of when that page was written. It was the same as she thought. When they met in Berlin. She was going to study there, and she wanted a music partner in the meanwhile. “..He wrote about me?” she mumbled to herself. She felt her cheeks heat up a bit. She felt somehwat.. important. She popped out of her little “bubble”, being low-key flustered, before she turned the next page.

Dear diary,

I finally managed to talk to her. Her name is Margaret. I have to admit, based on her strange-looking appearance, it does fit her somehow.

Margaret giggled. “Silly..” she whispered, as her smile widened. As she continued to read, she noticed that the pages mentioned her more and more. It mentioned several shenanigans that had happened with her and Germany, both good and bad. From her meeting Italy and Japan and even his “annoying brother”, to when he watched her play for the first time. All of these memories from several years ago spinned through her head as she read through the journal, feeling somewhat nostalgic. Another thing she noticed, was that he had started to write more and more each page. Sure, it was still a couple of sentences longer than usual, but that's a change. The pattern kept going for a long time, until..

Dear diary,

Something is not what it seems anymore.

She stared at the page. Did she miss a page, or did the pattern go to a complete stop? And what did it mean, anyway? Confused and a bit worried for Germany's thoughts, she turned the next page.

Dear diary,

I asked Italy if he have noticed any differences with her. He just started smiling at me for no reason, and Japan just stared at me.

Am I the only one noticing? Am I sick?

She bit her lip, as she felt her thirst for knowledge kick in, and turned the next page.

Dear diary,

I've asked Austria, Hungary and my brother about it, and neither of them seemed to have a good answer. Both Hungary and my brother laughed at me, while Austria seemed to smirk. Maybe I am sick?

..then the next page..

Dear diary,

I've been trying to finish this paperwork for hours, yet I can't seem to get her out of my mind. I've tried several methods to focus on something else, but none of them seems to work..

..then another one..

Dear diary,

Something is wrong with me. I tried to talk to her, but for some odd reason I couldn't be open as I've been before. I somehow got anxious just by saying “hello”.

..then another one..

Dear diary,

I'm starting to get worried. I need to search for an answer to this, there has to be something..?!

..and finally..!

Dear diary,

I think I know the answer.

Margaret was about to turn the next page, when she noticed that there were no more pages. She had just read the whole second journal. She quickly put the journal away and tried to find the last one. What was the answer? What happened? And why is he--

“And what are you doing in my office?” a deep voice said. Margaret popped out of her thoughts, and almost jumped as she noticed that Germany was standing right infront of her. Her heart started pounding out of shock. “I-I-- U-Uh..!” she stuttered in embarassment, her face slowly turning red. Germany kept staring at her, with a somewhat frustrated look on his face. “You read my Military Journals, didn't you?” he said with a strict voice. Margaret tried to look somewhere else besides him, but she ended up looking down, feeling ashamed. “I-I'm sorry.” she mumbled. She was about to pick up the books and put them back, when she heard him ask: “D-Did you read all of them?”

Margaret looked at him, slowly shooking her head. “N-No. I was about to read the last one.” she admitted in shame. Germany pinched his temple, before he let out a deep sigh and picked up the last journal. He then opened it, and with a confused look on her face, she asked: “W-What are you--” “You'll see.” he answered. He then took a deep breath before he started to read out loud. And what sentences that came out of his mouth, shocked her.

“Dear diary,

I've finally come up with a conclusion. It appears so that she has always been in my mind for almost a year now. A very long time, in fact. However, even if she has distracted me from my normal life, it's supposed to be...well, normal. This, apperantely, is an extraordinary feeling you feel when you care very deeply for someone. It is said to be one of the greatest feelings in the world, yet also the most painful. However, in a certain level, that is also normal. I don't think I should care too much about the pain, though. What is most important is what this means in general. It kind of makes sense, in my opinion. Now that I think about it, it makes a lot of sense. It all comes into place. She makes me feel content somehow. Everytime she walks over to me and says hi, with a smile on her face. Everytime she uses that freaking nickname just to tease me. Everytime she works so hard for her goals, despite her daily struggles. Everytime she is herself: That makes me happy. And I wish I could give her the same amount of joy, too. I've finally realized it. I've fallen in love with Margaret.”

Germany slowly closed the last journal and put them all back in the bookshelf. He looked over at Margaret, noticing that tears ran down her cheeks. He then let out a sigh before he walked over to her, welcoming her with open arms. She let out a weak giggle before she stood up and melted into his embrace. “Really..?” she finally managed to say. “Yes, really. All that time, I was like this.” he mumbled into her ear, letting out a chuckle. “Pretty cheesy, right?” He added, as he started to tear up as well. “I love you.” she whimpered. “I know, Margaret.” he mumbled. “And I'm so glad I do.”

*Satan i helvete - Norwegian swearing. Literal meaning: “Satan in hell”

[avengersfluff]

Feed Desire PART 2 Summary: Peter has been avoiding Y/N while preparing for the upcoming battle with Thanos. Y/N thinks it's because he just doesn't like her, however his reasons run much deeper than she'd ever imagine. A simple miscommunication on Drax's part now puts Peter in a very awkward position, live with the fear of becoming his father or act on desire. Warnings: Cursing and mild fluff. A/N::The first chapter was horrible and I apologize. I haven't written in a while so I'm a bit rusty. Also I'm still doing this on my phone so I'm sorry if there are mistakes. Word count::2473 *Part 2* It had been hours since Drax bluntly put the idea into Y/N's head that Peter found her repulsive. A few hours of Peter trying to explain himself to Natasha, explaining how his father hopped from planet to planet wooing women and disappearing never to come back. He explained how he watched his mother pine away daily after his father just for him to find out years later that his father was in fact the, as Peter put it, "king of all dick-heads". He explained in great detail that he had never been with a Terran woman before and how Y/N took his breath away the moment he saw her. How that if the events with his father hadn't just occurred he'd be chasing her and have no guilt about wooing her and leaving Earth the moment this war was over. Peter had broken hundreds of hearts across the galaxy and never once thought about how it must've felt when he'd just up a leave. Yet when he saw Y/N, he knew he wanted her. He wanted her so badly but he swore that his man-whoring days were over so to him the easiest way to not be tempted was to avoid Y/N and not let himself get too close. Natasha was stunned. She had put it all together that Y/N was haboring unknown feelings for the handsome space outlaw but she honestly never thought that Peter's distant act was him just trying to protect her friend's feelings from himself. It was a stupid notion on his part to just avoid her but a part of her wanted to make 'aw' sounds and tease the two endlessly about their secret crushes on each other. "Peter, that'd be really sweet if it wasn't so stupid." Nat gave Peter a huge toothy grin after he had rambled on while sitting on the edge of her bed with his head in his hands. "You went about this horribly." The redhead added unable to stop the chuckle from escaping her lips. Groaning, Peter knotted his fingers into his redish-brown hair. "I know, trust me I know. It's been driving me crazy 'cause she's so damn /nice/." "Yeah she is." Natasha nodded scooting up so she was perched next to Peter on the edge of the bed. "She's nice, too nice." Natasha's smile fell as she let Peter's words sink into her mind, the longer she thought about the more she understood his reasoning. "Listen, Peter," she started while placing a gentle hand on the man's shoulder, "you don't have to 'woo her' or chase her. Just, I dunno, be her friend. Y/N is a very passionate person, she is one-hundred percent devoted to her friends. Once you develop any type of friendship or relationship with her, you're stuck with her for life." Natasha knew her friend. She knew how Y/N was, how if she let Peter into her heart, that it would crush her the day he told her he would be leaving. Y/N loved so deeply that it worried Natasha anytime a man got close to her, even Steve or Bucky. To Natasha, Y/N was precious and she wanted desperately to protect her. In her mind, Natasha was the mother hen and Y/N and Wanda were her chicks. Peter glanced up at the redhead who seemed far away in thought. It didn't take him long to register that these 'Avengers' were a family, much like he and his fellow 'Guardians'. Apparently they were a close family and Peter knew he had to fix the mess he started and that Drax escalated with his drama. This was a family he definitely didn't get on the bad side of. Especially with two huge super soldiers lurking about, and not forgetting the God. "I should go talk to her." He whispered more to himself, to try and give himself a slight boost of confidence. Mentally he was telling himself that explaining this would be a piece of cake. Hell, he had talked his way out of situations that would've gotten him murdered, he could smooth over Drax's mistake. "Yeah." Natasha give him a light shove as he stood up before giving two thumbs up. "Good luck, Star-Prince." He cringed at the popular used mock name he had been given. "Star-*Lord*." He corrected for about the millionth time. "You'll graduate to Lord when you patch things up with my friend." The redhead chuckled before kicking back on her bed. ****** It took Peter forever but he finally found Y/N in the recreation room, her eyes glued to the gaming screen in front of her. Peter stopped in the doorway and just watched her for a long moment as she played and was clearly very focused on the Pac-Man game in front of her. Peter had to hand it Stark, he spared no expense when it came to fun factor of his compound. He had been sure he'd never see another classic Pac-Man arcade machine ever again yet here, Stark had not only Pac-Man but Galaga, Super Mario Brothers and many others that Peter always loved playing in his younger days. Their first day on earth, Peter spent the whole night in this room. Listening to music and playing all these wonderful games. He only left because Gamora had to pretty much drag him out by his ear. He leaned up against the door frame and folded his arms across his chest, a small smile daring to grace his features as he watched Y/N play the game. He took in how her eyes narrowed every time one of the ghosts got close. How her tongue was poking out just a bit in concentration. He even watched as her shoulders tensed each time she moved the joystick or pushed a button on the console. He was gawking, he knew he was but something about a woman who was so into her arcade games got him hot and bothered. Maybe it was because anytime he spoke of these games other women would look at him crazy. Yet here Y/N was, oblivious to the world around her while being completely sucked into this game that was his absolute favorite. "Shit." She cursed under her breath as the ghosts cornered Pac-Man, leaving her no where else to go. Peter chuckled once the familiar music of Pac-Man losing filled the room. "I hate those damn ghosts." Peter finally announced his presence causing Y/N to jump and quickly whip her head around towards Peter. With wide eyes, Y/N shifted nervously and quickly tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I didn't know anyone was here." She finally spoke up. "I figured everyone would be in bed by now." Peter pushed himself off the door frame and deeper into the room. "Most are, I just couldn't sleep." He lied. "So you like Pac-Man?" This was a nice ice breaker, or so he thought. Something to strike up a conversation before blurting out his apology on Drax's behalf. Y/N's brow shot up as Peter got closer. He never once tried to speak to her yet now here he was, alone with her trying to get her to talk about video games? "Uh, yeah. I pretty much begged Tony for these." She answered with a sharp nod of her head before turning back towards the game. "I saw someone beat my high score so I was trying to get my name back up there." This caused Peter to give a cocky smirk as he leaned up against the machine beside her, his eyes looking fondly on the high scores list. Number one, P.J.Q. "Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I didn't know that was your high score." He spoke with a chuckle. "You? You're P.J.Q?" Y/N snapped her eyes over to him in slight disbelief. "I thought Tony reset the scores just to mess with me." She admitted with a blush. "Peter Jason Quill, it wouldn't let me put Star-Lord in so..." Peter felt his body relax when the small smile threatened to appear on her lips. Her eyes still focused on the game. "You should talk to Tony 'bout that. I'm sure he could find a way to allow Star-Lord in there." "Shit, every game in here would have my name on it. It'd be awesome." A chuckle escaped his lips as he also turned his gaze on the gaming screen, watching with admiration as she skillfully played the game. "Listen, I was actually looking for you," he started with a soft voice, "about earlier...what Drax said--" "It's fine." She cut him off, her small smile disappearing and her body tensing slightly. "No it's not." Peter shook his head, he obviously threw her off her game because he watched as the blue ghost caught up with Pac-Man, thus ending the game a second time. "Drax is, well, he's blunt and very outspoken. Especially when he thinks he's right." Y/N sighed, pulling herself away from the game and quickly wandered over towards the couch where Groot laid asleep on a comfy blue throw pillow. "It doesn't matter. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion." Peter watched with a frown as she carefully scooped up Groot and cradled him carefully in the crook of her arm being very careful not to wake him. "But he was wrong." Peter stubbornly walked after her as she made for the exit. "I never said I found you repulsive. I don't know where in the hell he got that from." Y/N still felt her stomach twisting up into knots as she tried to scurry away from Peter. She had spent the whole afternoon looking in the mirror and crying. Her self esteem had taken a massive blow and her mind had convinced her that she was in fact repulsive as Drax had said, even though Groot stayed by her side all afternoon speaking his only know words in hopes of trying to cheer her up. "It doesn't matter. We can just drop it." She whispered over her shoulder as she made her way towards her room, Peter still hot on her heels. All she wanted to do was hide away and forget today ever happened. Silently she cursed herself for even bringing the subject up. Had she kept her mouth shut everything would've been normal and fine. Peter would still be avoiding her, not chasing her down the halls and she'd go back to suffering in silence. "It matters!" Peter snapped in a hushed tone as not to wake Groot. He reached out and grabbed Y/N by the shoulders and spun her around so she would be facing him. Also in an attempt to keep her from wiggling away he pressed her back against the door to her room, his fingers pressing lightly into her bare shoulders, the thin straps of her tank top rubbing lightly against his palms. "It matters to me because he was wrong. He couldn't have been more wrong." Peter's voice softened and his eyes were pleading. "Just, please let me explain." Y/N grunted when she felt the hard, cold wood of the door press into her back. Her breathing even seemed to hitch as Peter's eyes bore down into hers. Their current position made Y/N realize just how tall Peter actually was and how he easily towered of her. She couldn't blink or even form words right now but she could hear the sincerity in his voice. This apparently really was him wanting to explain, not Gamora or Nat forcing him to apologize or suffer bodily harm. Taking a deep breath, Y/N finally gave in, nodding her head before glancing down at the still deep sleeping toddler tree in her arms. "Okay." She nodded as Peter finally released her arms and took a step back. "Just, come in. I'm gonna go put Groot down on my bed and then we'll talk." Turning her back to Peter, Y/N opened her door and stepped inside, flicking on the lights. Peter stepped in after her, quietly closing the door behind him. Once inside he took a good look around the room, his jaw dropping slightly in awe as he glanced around. On her walls were old movie posters from the 80s. Ghostbusters, Aliens, Breakfast Club, Back To The Future, Indiana Jones and of course, one of his favorites, Star Wars. But not just any Star Wars, Empire. "Holy shit." He muttered as she stepped out of the living area into a room that was off to the left, clear that was the bedroom. While he was alone, Peter took this opportunity to snoop. Of course he headed right for the movie collection that took up an entire bookcase next to the flat screen TV. He smiled to himself seeing the movies were arranged genre. He noticed that Y/N held a great fascination for Science Fiction and space themed movies. He also noted there weren't very many "chick flicks" on this bookcase. He was about to pull away and go sit himself on her couch when a case on the TV stand caught his attention. "No fucking way." He breathed out quick grabbed up the case and his green eyes sparkled in excitement. "What?" Y/N asked as she walked back in the room to see Peter clutching the DVD case. "You like ThunderCats?" "The real question is, who /*doesn't*/ like ThunderCats?" Peter asked in excitement. "Shit, I used to watch this show every damn day when I was a kid. I can't believe you have a box set. Is this, holy hell it is!" Peter beamed flipping the case over to read the back. "This is every episode! Can we watch this?" He asked in a child like manner, his eyes quickly darting over to Y/N who was watching him with an amused grin on her face. Both her hands resting lazily on her hips. "Everyone here makes fun of me for watching this show." She chuckled walking over towards Peter and the TV. "It'd be nice to actually watch the show with someone who likes it as much as I do." She nodded picking up the DVD remote and taking the box set from Peter. Carefully she loaded the first disk into the player before heading over to the couch. Peter pumped his fist happily and raced for the couch. He ripped off his jacket and laid it over the arm of the couch before flopping himself down. For a moment he felt like a kid again and completely forgot why he was in her room to begin with. He was there to explain, not watch cartoons. Oh well, he thought, this would hopefully make things a little less awkward when he did explain because hopefully they'd be more relaxed around each other and maybe this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. *** Tags: @vic394 Tags are open.