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eddiemunsonssoulmate · 5 years ago

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Make love, not war: The anti- OBX drama edition

Okay kids, listen up.

I’m too old for all of this drama and I’ve been on this hellsite for way too long to just keep watching it in silence so this is gonna be my only, long ass post about this mess that has occured/is occuring. I’m trying to get my thoughts out and and maybe talk some sense into the last three braincells some people have left.

These are my thoughts. My opinion. It’s totally fine if you disagree but if you feel strongly offended or called out by this, you might be part of the problem.

I’ve been watching the drama for a while now and normally I’m just someone who’s on the quiet side, grabbing a box of popcorn and watching how y’all tear each other to pieces but seriously?

Some of you really need to get a life.

Fandom life isn’t always easy, fandom life can be messy, some people are not what they seem, yadda yadda.

But seriously, did you lose all the respect you had when you’ve signed up on this website or social media in general?

First: The Rudy “drama”

Someone, a really sweet and nice to everyone person, stated a theory based on an anon ask who based their ask on a social media website. A theory. A worst case scenario of what might have happened. They wanted to be nice and answer to every anon they’re getting but guys.

Guys.

It was a theory. A mere idea of what might have happened because someone asked, nothing else. It was not facts, there was no evidence and the ask that caused all of this was not based on facts either. It can totally be fun to speculate about things. You’re allowed to believe what you want. Rudy’s a dick, Rudy’s a sweet angel, Rudy is a blue alien in disguise, everyone is allowed to have an opinion on something but oh my god.

Don’t make facts out of theories.

Don’t look at three emotes and be like “oh my god they have to be dating!”

Don’t make a drama out of two actors not liking each other’s posts on Instagram like what the heck.

When did Social Media take over your life so much that you interpret everything in those little things? There’s a real life out there, ya know?

We don’t know anything for a fact so let it go. Wait until someone says something official which probably won’t happen.

More importantly, stay out of actors' private lives as much as you can. Seriously. You’re welcome to state your opinion about them, make theories, stuff like that but tbh, it’s better to stay out of it because at the end of your day, it’s none of our business. Celebrity stalking is not and never will be cool. Don’t waste your time and energy of trying to figure something out they clearly don’t want you to see. Best example for this are like, baby news.

I know it can be exciting to figure stuff out. I know you can be totally curious because you like that person and want to find things about their life but don’t blow it out of proportion.

Actors are humans. Actors are not their characters. They have their own private life and if they want to share, that’s cool. If not, then that’s also cool. And tbh, the OBX cast is feeding us a lot more way more than other actors from other shows/movies, god bless them.

But who the fuck do you think you are that you’re sending them, the actors or the people talking about it, hate based on a simple theory on a website that has a life on it’s own and things that happen on here should stay on here? That’s not cool, it’s a shame for other people in the fandom. Why would you want to make a person feel bad because I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t like to feel this way either.

They’re grown ups, they can do what they want. You don’t have to like it but for the love of god:

Have some respect for a human being.

Second: The Chase Thing aka #chasestokespartyisover

That last sentence totally applies here too.

Have respect for a human being.

Boy made a tweet over ten years ago where he said something that was problematic. Was that cool? No. Did he apologize? Yes. Is it time to let it go? Totally. Was his hacking excuse true or not? WE DON’T KNOW.

You know what’s not cool tho? Some people taking their time to scroll down TEN YEARS AND MORE on a timeline to get some tea on them that you can use and complain about.

I know quarantine can get boring but jfc guys. There are more things to life than obsessing over an actor, ya know.

We all said shit in our youth, that’s a fact but people change. They grow. Don’t compare a teenage boy with a grown ass man.

You know what’s also totally 100% not acceptable? People photoshopping fake screenshots to show what a big mean white boi Chase is, trying to fuel the fire of hate. What the fuck is wrong in those minds?

Cancel Culture is a toxic phenomenon that should be the only thing getting canceled. You can’t cancel people, ya know. It’s fucking toxic to say something like that and just...don’t, man. I barely have any words left to describe this stupid thing.

Make love, not war. Spread love, not hate.

Fandom is not a place to rip each other to pieces. Not everything in this world is about race, sex/gender or problematic things. Just because someone doesn’t reblog a lot about Madison it’s mostly not because of racism or because she’s queer. Sure, that’s probably the case for some people but you know, those people aren’t worth it then.

Fandom is not a place that should spread hate around, especially not on anon, sending people asks filled with hate. There’s a bunch of younger kids on here, especially in the OBX fandom from what I’ve seen so far and it’s not okay to tell a 15 year old girl to tell her to go kill herself because she likes Rudy more than JD or shit like that. It’s never okay to something like that but it hits the younger ones even harder. Maybe it’s their first fandom and people ruin that experience on the spot, feeling powerful while on anon.

Fandom should be a place where we come together and have fun. Make friends and share things. Gifset, fanfics, theories about the new season, things like that. It should be a place to freak out over new teasers, new pictures from the set, the cast sharing stuff on their platform of choice and just things we enjoy.

There are different ways to block and blacklist on Tumblr, especially if you’re using it in a browser on your laptop/pc. Use that to block toxic people, tags you don’t wanna see and create your own little bubble where you’re happy in. Do this in case you feel uncomfortable with some people around here, so you only see what makes you happy.

Please remind yourself about the fact that behind all those blogs, there are real people. People who all have their own lives, own opinions, own ideas. Same goes for actors. They’re not there for your personal entertainment, they don’t have to share their complete private life with you. They’re human, just like you and me and it’s unacceptable to send them hate, no matter what they’ve done. You don’t have to like them but keep it to yourself or talk about it with friends, I don’t give a shit but leave it out of their sight.

Please remind yourself that we want to have a good time here and especially during times like these where we spend more time on here than we probably should *laughs*

If you made it to the end, thank you for your attention and taking your time and remember:

Be nice to each other, the world is cruel enough.

-Captain out.

#outer banks #obx #obx netflix #rudy pankow #chase stokes #madison bailey #jonathan daviss #madelyn cline #drew starkey #obx cast #this is just a massive brain dumb with lots of swearing lmao

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mostly-sentence-starters · 4 years ago

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Advice seeking anon here! I wanted to thank you! It was sort of about the technical side of rping and more on tips on how to deal with....the emotional side of things? But not like reactions/stuff going on in the threads I do have. But like...the disappointment of expectation.(Example that made me ask in the first place: Though unrelated but important to start off this with is that...I have friends who are mutuals but we don't write together. We do interact. Liking and commenting on posts and building a friendship that way. I am hecka anxious and I'm working on it. Like ya know, believing that mutuals DO wanna get asks from me and memes. But it's still disheartening when you send in memes they post, make starters, but they go unanswered with the other person later making posts about wanting more threads and being bored. I've had plenty of reasons myself as to why I can't answer certain threads. Ranging from time, RL errands or demands, or just the muse. I feel guilty they're not having fun but I don't feel like trying cos it's clear they're not waiting to hear from ME and so...I dunno, looking for tips on how as learn to calm my anxiety over not being the fix other people are looking for...but now that I've written this out, I'm guessing no one doing hobbies for free will be able to tell me much beyond...it's out of my control. And I guess to focus on what I can do.....I feel like being a kid again. Being in the same class with someone, even the same table and working together and being genuinely friendly but like...they still have their group of friend they hope to get hand written notes from.)

Hey there again Nonnie! There’s a lot to unpack here so most of it will be under the readmore! I totally get what you’re saying though and I have been mutuals with people similar to those you are describing. Of course every situation is quite different though, so keep that in mind.

First and foremost, of course it is important for people to remember RP IS a hobby. However, it is a collaborative hobby which means there is some mutual respect and decency required and communication is a must.

Of course real life / mental health / how much muse someone has / etc is a factor in how active a mun is. That makes sense and is valid.

From what I’ve noticed from my time RPing is that not everyone wants the same thing out of RP. A good chunk of people are more focused toward short on-dash treads/crack interactions, asks, writing headcanons, and plotting OOC. But not so much doing actual threads.

This version of RP quite frankly not for me, and it sounds like it's not what you’re looking for either. My primary concern is, and always will be the writing part of roleplay. This may just not be what this other person’s priority is, which may just mean you aren’t compatible. This doesn’t mean they can’t or shouldn’t RP this way--it just means it doesn’t mesh well for how you RP.

It sounds like you are putting forth an effort to extend an olive branch to them to RP. And that’s good! I do think it’s important to give people chances--to an extent.

But how you are describing what’s happening sounds very similar to some experiences I’ve had with RPers that have and issue with attention pandering/passive-aggressive behavior(x) on dash, which is very much not okay. If you have tried several times to extend a branch to them through memes/starters/etc. and the other person NEVER answers but is constantly or often harping OOC about how they want interactions but never send anything to other people and never answer asks you sent them yet still say they want attention/asks/etc?

That’s very guilt-trippy and acting like others exist to be at their beck and call whenever they want attention. And to piggyback on this post (x) you don’t owe anything to people who are not treating you with equal respect.

If this was a case where the mun had sporadic activity due to IRL/mental heath/etc. and thus can’t send in many memes to other people because of it, but do when they can but are just overall slow and sporadic with their activity? That’s fine (though it may not be compatible with all other RPers) it is fine and acceptable behavior to have a busy life and not be tied to your computer. But you should not be made to feel guilty for not showering someone with attention and keeping them happy 24/7.

I get very stressed out by seeing posts like “I’m bored! Come bother my muse! / Send me asks! / I want more threads! / I want more ships!” as well. Of course, in the end it’s up to you. Me however, I usually find myself unfollowing and dropping partners who do this because of the distress it causes me. RP shouldn’t be something that stresses you out to those levels or makes you cater to someone else’s every whim.

Honestly Anon, you may just have to let these people go. In my opinion, only from what I’ve heard it doesn’t sound like they are extending the same respect to you despite your attempts to make things work.

There are however, many people in the RPC who don’t do this type of thing that you will be far more compatible with and less stressed out by interacting with them. I personally recommend seeking those people out instead of giving chance after chance to people it sounds like it just won’t work out with.

But that’s only my experience, from what I can understand from your situation from this one ask. Maybe it is worth it to you to stick it out a little bit longer and see if you can make things work Perhaps filter/blacklist the mun’s OOC tag to stop you from seeing their posts asking for memes to be sent in and etc. and see if that helps.

But if RPing with these people bring you more distress than joy it may be time to let them go and look for some new muns to RP with. RPing got much better for me after I decided that interacting with people like that wasn’t for me.

I hope that helped a bit! If you have more questions feel free to ask (just may take me a bit! to get to)

- Mod Mudkip

#Anonymous #answered #not a meme #long post #modpost

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knightofameris · 4 years ago

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⇽ 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 ◜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜' 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗◞

𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠' 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: blacklist “ameris 500 celebration!” if you don’t want to see any of my posts about this celebration!

Status: 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃!!

Hii!! If you’re here, that means you’re interested in the social media self ship that i will make for ya! If that’s the case, here are the rules again just in case!

below the cut cus it’s long!

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

this will only be open from 12am september 23 - 11:59pm september 25 PST

any requests received before or after will be deleted (i may extend if i feel as if I can do more!)

do keep in mind that i’m starting classes soon so it will take me some time to get through this.

send it in through asks or submissions!

send in as many asks as you’d like

if you use an emoji to show who you are, include it on all asks :3c

nothing nsfw for this, thanks!

since this is a follower celebration,,, i do have to ask that you be following me! honestly, i won’t check if you are, thats too much work on my part but it would mean a lot if you’re following me to participate in this celebration! );

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨

i will be creating two instagram posts with one of them having a comment section (3-4 screenshots)

i might also include a screenshot of your profile and/or your s/o if I can put in more pictures!

chats with your s/o ( heheh (; ) (1-2 screenshots)

chats with your s/o’s team! (1-2 screenshots) (this will possibly be with the entire team or just a select few)

take a look at the example below as that’s what i’ve done for a friend of mine and for myself!!

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨

send in 1-2 headcanons about you and your s/o + ship name? Or take a chance and let me make one for u lol

send in a little bit about your personality!!

your pronouns! and a name you’d like to go by!

give me your instagram handle! (not your real one, but what it would be within haikyuu) otherwise, i’ll make a random one based off your name

what are your ~aesthetics~

what phone nickname would u have for your s/o (or any other people on the team) so it can be more personalized! or if ur like me where everyone is just their name besides a select few

do u have particular texting habits?

what’s your favorite animal? this is what I will be putting as your profile picture! alternatively if you submit all of this through my submissions and give me a piccrew, I will use that!

u don’t have to do all of this, I’ll definitely make do if you give me something bare bones! it’s really up to you how much you want to send in for how much you’d like this to be personalized!

(also this one’s not necessary, it’ll just be more ~fun~ but lmk if u wanna be a manager of the team! or if u have ur own little AU so u might have other certain details u want to throw in. otherwise i’m gonna make it a sorta free for all lol)

𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: hi! my name’s ameris and i ship myself with suga! my pronouns are she/her/hers and i like to think that suga and i have a sort of childhood friends to lovers trope. i also like to think that we go stargazing at least once a month no matter what! my aesthetic is definitely space heh. i’m a little bit like suga where i’m chaos and baby! i curse a lot and i have way too many interests to count but i always like trying new things! my instagram handle would be ameris_stars (dude idk lMAO) and suga’s name in my phone would be Koushi <3 i make a lot of typos and i like using a mix of emojis and emoticons/occasional kaomojis. my favorite animal is a fox or dog!

this,,, is a lot but i’m okay with that! heheh

to protect you, I won’t publish your ask! I will make separate posts titled w/ your name + s/o + emoji (if you use your emoji). If you do it off anon, I will tag you!

Request List!! If you don’t see your name on here, just submit it again :3c I will not be tagging for the sake of not spamming you guys lol.

—𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄—

#ameris 500 celebration!#welcome! and please send in some asks!

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typicalmidnightsoul · 5 years ago

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Home video fic

My first prompt fic. This was requsted by @ Dayanna_Cahill_Fray_Chase and @my-fan-side. Nesta discovers a home video which she watches with her sister basically.

The edits are basically a story board so plz check that out I wasn’t going to post these but my cousin made me <3 Love ya cuz.

If you have anymore prompts feel free to send them to me <3

Cassian woke up trying to reach for Nesta but instead finding a cold side of bed. He had gone to the rooftop pool with Nesta and safe to say they had a…rough night. He pushed himself up and leaned against the headboard, the bathroom door was open giving him a full view of his fiancé’s back in that pretty white bathing suit. She was putting on mascara, her clothes on the heating rack in the bathroom.

“Where are you going?”

“Starbucks then my old house. It’s about time I cleared that place up.”

He grimaced, the old house as in the villa she grew up in that have reminders of her dead parents.

He started getting up only to have Nesta push him down, “You didn’t get much sleep last night,” She started fixing her bandanna in the mirror, “Stay. I’ll see you later.”

He rolled his eyes, “You didn’t get much sleep either.”

“That’s why I’m going to Starbucks,” She winked and trotted down the stairs leaving.

Well then he could also get Starbucks.

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She was waiting in the line, scrolling through Instagram not bothering to look behind her. As she got to the front she smiled at the barista,

“Hey could I have-” a hand came around her waist.

“Caramel macchiato, Venti with extra whip, please.”

The barista smiled, “And for you sir?”

Cassian smiled, “me? Well-“

“He wants a Venti iced hazelnut macchiato, no whip and light ice.”

“Names?”

Cassian pinched her waist, “Nessie and Cassian.”

Nesta threw him a harsh look.

They moved along to the end.

“What are you doing here?”

“Helping you clear up your parent’s villa.”

She rolled her eyes.

“You know sweetheart you chug down coffee like its water I don’t think it’s healthy.”

“Shut up Cassian.”

The baristo handed their drinks to them giving Nesta a flirtatious smile which Nesta returned only to piss Cassian off.

Cassian growled.

She pulled him out of the coffeehouse before he could make a scene.

“Did you bring your car?” she asked him, because she hadn’t, she was planning on taking an uber.

He grunted a response she assumed was a yes.

As they got to his car, he opened the car door for her but didn’t look at her. She rolled her eyes.

She got in his black Bentley, as he got in next to her she pressed a kiss to his cheek, “Baby.”

No answer, “Baby!”

“Yes?” He turned, his lips so close to hers.

“I love you.” She pressed her lips to his, it always worked.

As she sat back, his hand went on her thigh.

“Are you sure you should be going there wearing that, babe? I mean as gorgeous as you look, will you be able to move around in it?”

She looked down at her baby blue Bardot tie front and high waist shorts.

“You’d be surprised sweetie.”

As they pulled up to the rustic villa Nesta sighed. Home.

She jogged up to the front door and opened it.

After all the Archeron sisters had moved out with their respective boyfriends and their father…passed the house was left the exact same way. She assumed it was an Archeron thing as after her mother died everything was left the same in her chambers as well.

She sipped her coffee.

“I’ll get started on clearing up the cellar babe, you get started upstairs ok?”

She mindlessly nodded heading upstairs; she had somewhere she needed to go. Something that was begging her attention.

She trotted down the marble hallway into her mother’s second room. The room she didn’t share with her father that she slept more and more in after their marriage was breaking. She went in and gasped. If Nesta didn’t know better she’d think her mother had gone to a party, because the room was immaculate, but still somehow like her mother.

Her mother’s perfume slanted on the table as if she’d just used it, her coat slung over her arm chair, a corner of her duvet folded over.

Her eyes got watery at the jewellery box on her mother’s dressing table.

She opened the box and sighed at the tune playing which she always sung along too and did so now.

“…and when you speak angels sing from above and every word seems to turn into love songs. Give your heart and soul to me and life will always be-”

She broke off at the twin bracelets in the box. She had given it her mother, when she was 13, in the morning for safekeeping because school wouldn’t allow it and forgot to get it back.

White gold chain bracelets with white gold hearts on them. She slid the bracelets on and underneath them, now out in the open from their absence were…pen drives. They had a gold geometric stick.

She giggled at how classy her mother is. Was. Her smile faded.

But what would her mother need to hide in a pen drive in her jewellery box of all places. Footsteps coming upstairs, she slipped the pen drives inside her pocket and closed the jewellery box.

Hands on her waist, lips skimming her neck.

“Clearing up, baby?”

She turned, “I was just about to start.”

“Oh really?” he looked around, “Who’s room was this?”

“My mom’s chambers, her second room.”

“Funny how she left everything for you. You must’ve been her favourite.”

“I was.”

They had countless arguments on this. Him defending Feyre and Elain, her standing her own ground. He was under the impression that Feyre was a villain in her story. She was. And Cassian wouldn’t accept that. He tried to justify Feyre’s actions. Nesta ended up not talking to him for 4 days, because on that topic she never argued for too long, just shut down.

This is why he didn’t push an argument today. She was trying to fix the bond between her sisters. But when the wound is fresh it doesn’t heal as quickly.

She was meeting them tomorrow. Ugh.

At least Cress would be there.

“My heads hurting I wanna go home.” He nodded and led her downstairs. As they got in the car Nesta felt like a hole was burning her pocket.

“Babe you ok?” He asked.

She nodded. Looking back onto the clear expanse of her childhood estate.

“You weren’t wearing those bracelets when we went in. In fact I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear those.”

She smiled, “I was getting in the car for high school and mum came out to give me my watch and she said, ‘Nesta jewellery isn’t allowed at school’ so I gave these for here to keep safe and forgot to take it back, she’s kept it safe for 11 years.”

He reached over and kissed her cheek. “They look amazing on you.”

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She clicked off her phone and tried to pull her brown mini skirt lower.

“Cresseida says she’s still on her flight from Manhattan. She should be here in a couple of hours.” Feyre and Elain both nodded, Elain stood.

“Want coffee?” Feyre nodded.

“Wait, Elain it’s my house I’ll-” Elain waved her off getting out three mugs. Nesta went and sat opposite Feyre.

“No need to make anything I have a stash of frappe’s in the fridge.”

Elain put the cups away and started picking out flavours.

Nesta took a deep breath.

“So I went to our old villa with Cassian yesterday…” Elain stopped her rattling of the bottles, Feyre sat up, “And I found these from mom’s old jewellery box.” She took out the pen drives.

“Cute. Have you seen what’s in them?” Feyre asked.

“No I thought I’d show you guys as well, just in case it’s a list of bad people.”

Feyre chuckled, “You watch Blacklist too much.”

Nesta rolled her eyes and got her projector out.

Elain came passing around the glass bottles she had topped with whipped cream and red straws.

Feyre gave Nesta a look.

“What? I brought this projector and literally haven’t used it since.”

She plugged it in.

A video started playing.

“Momma I can’t reach!”

A woman came into the shot, picking up the little girl in the middle of the orchid.

“It’s ok sweetie! Mama’s here.” She picked out the lemons and handed one.

A male voice from behind the camera said, “Nesta look at the camera darling!”

The woman turned showing her pregnant tummy and pointing the camera out to Nesta.

“Daddy I want to pick a lemon.”

The camera was passed onto to someone else and Randolph Archeron ran to Nesta taking her from his wife and placing her behind his head. Nesta picked a lemon and giggled showing it to her mother who was behind her. Adelaide took the lemon from her and went on her tip toes. Nesta leaning back to kiss her mother on the lips.

The video froze for a few seconds.

“Nesta what is-” Elain asked.

“It’s a home video, from when we were younger.”

Feyre glued her eyes back to the wall.

The video changed.

Nesta, Adelaide and Feyre were picking and posing with oranges. Elain holding the camera.

“Smile!!!!” her voice said.

Nesta dropped an orange.

“OMG Nesta!” Elain shrieked, “You’re ruing my shot!”

Nesta picked up the orange, “Ok geez.”

Feyre had started peeling the orange in her hand causing their mother to burst into laughter at Elain’s shriek.

Again another video slid in, a longer one this time.

“Come on Feyre!” Nesta shouted.

“Cominggg.” The camera started running towards Nesta and Elain.

“We were really cute,” Elain said.

Feyre nodded, “I can’t believe she kept these. Where even are we?”

“In Verona I think.” Nesta said.

They were wearing hats too big for their heads.

Elain stopped.

“Dad can I go with you I’m tired.”

Randolph chuckled from behind the camera and held out his hand.

“You were such a daddy’s girl,” Nesta said to Elain.

Elain swiped cream on Nesta’s cheek.

“Get Cassian to lick that off later.”

“Idiot.”

“Come on Fey,” Adelaide picked up Feyre and took Nesta’s hand.

She took their hats off, and held them.

They made their way through the tomato fields into the house. Nesta took the camera from Feyre and ran into the hall. She set the camera down on a counter and started dancing on her own.

“What are you doing Nes?” Adelaide came and picked Nesta up giving her a piggyback; Nesta giggled and clutched her tight.

“She loved you a lot,” Elain looked at Nesta, who was staring at the screen. She didn’t answer, unable to at the longing in Elain’s voice and in Feyre’s eyes. They had always been their father’s child; Nesta had always belonged to her mother. She had stayed with her mother till the end.

Little Nesta in the video said to her mother, “Where’s Feyre?!”

Her mother chuckled, “I don’t know sweetie.”

“Let’s find out, we shall go on a secret mission,” She took the camera off the counter and shoved in her mother’s hands,

“You hold the camera.”

“Oop, ok wait for me,” They ran through the house hiding next to the door look into the kitchen. Feyre had taken out an easel and had started painting.

“Honestly, she’s already started painting, Help me God,” Adelaide laughed at mini Nesta’s sass.

Nesta burst through the door, “Oh Feyre, whatcha doing?”

Feyre looked up and grabbed Nesta, “Good thing you’re here Nes, I needed someone to paint.”

Nesta flicked a lock of hair over her shoulder, “Of course.”

After a few minutes of Nesta fidgeting, Feyre screamed at her to "Sit still Nesta!!" But Nesta kept on looking over at what Elain was doing in the garden.

Adelaide sat down on the kitchen table, the camera jolting.

The video flicked to the next one.

Adelaide was walking up the stairs.

“We seem to have a messy situation downstairs. Proceeding with caution.” She flipped the camera hiding on the landing to show Randolph and his 3 daughters making cookies, Nesta as the first person to notice squealing,

“Momma!!” She ran into her arms smearing her with flour and icing.

“You smell like cookie dough!!!”

Their cookie making continued, throwing flour at each other.

The clip ended. Another one rolled.

“Welcome to our house tour at night.” Adelaide started.

Adelaide started walking through explaining the pictures on the wall.

“There’s me and the girls. Me and Nesta. Randolph with a very tired Nesta. Aw, look at my baby. Nesta with Oliver. Good god if he wasn’t like a brother to her then I would’ve predicted these two would’ve got married.” She laughed, “Well the guy who does get married to Nesta must be a really lucky man. There’s Feyre with her canvas look at her artist in the making. Elain with her flowers that she grew herself, my little gardener!” She moved along to some other picture her voice growing less fond, “Mine and Randolph’s wedding pictures, our anniversary. Lord knows where he is nowadays.” She went quiet, “Anyway let’s check on the little ones the nanny must have put them to sleep.”

She went into a big room, where Nesta was sleeping. The room was light and airy with fairy lights on the wall and Polaroid pictures.

“There’s my baby,” she caressed a hand down Nesta’s face pressing a kiss to her face. Nesta wriggled.

“Goodnight baby.”

She moved into another room, a pink one this time, “There’s baby Elain with her little elf doll.” Elain lay in a plush pink bed in the middle clutching onto a knitted elf doll. Her mother fixed her covers and pressed a kiss to her head.

The next room was covered in with plush toys, the walls covered with stuck on paintings she did at school and at home.

Feyre was still wearing her apron. Adelaide tutted, placing the camera on the desk and holding up a sleeping mini Feyre getting her out of the apron. She put her back to sleep and pulled the covers over her. Pressing a kiss to her forehead as well.

She looked at the camera.

“Can’t wait till they grow up. Hopefully they won’t turn out like me or Randolph. Oh Lord just let them be happy. Especially Nesta. I overheard her telling her teddy that “Daddy doesn’t love her,” I hope she finds someone who does. Who chooses her and keeps on choosing her every day. And this one-” she stroked Feyre, “she should get out from behind that easel every once in a while, just like how Elain needs someone who will be gentle with her as she is gentle with her flowers. I’ll probably show this video to my grandkids, embarrass their mums.” She laughed at the thought.

A door opened and shut.

“Randolph’s here. Let’s find out where he’s been. So bye future and old me and Nesta, Elain and Feyre. I love all of you.”

The video clicked off.

Nesta was toying with her ring. Tears slipping down her face as she knew it was slipping down Elain and Feyre’s. Her mum would have loved Cassian. Well, maybe not at first but…yes she really would have. She smiled at her sisters. Not being able to say anything.

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She had showed Cassian, obviously.

And he’d…well.

He was a fan of their mother.

And then she’d started crying,

“Baby, are you ok?”

“I miss her.”

“well couldn’t we get all those pictures she was talking about in the video and bring it here.”

She hadn’t thought of that, “But the house is in Verona.”

“Book tickets for us tomorrow so we can go the day after.”

She paused for a minute then squealed,

“Baby, baby!! You are the best.” She kissed him deeply.

She broke away smiling mischievously down at him.

“Can we take the yacht?”

She squealed again kissing him even deeper.

Tags: @skychild29 @my-fan-side

#nessian fanfic #nesta archeron #feyre #rhysand #cassian #nessian #elain #prythian #acotar #famfic #fanfic #sister #sister bonding

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lexicals · 5 years ago

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hey felix! wanted to ask real quick; what do you have blacklisted? i wanna make sure i can tag stuff more efficiently for u. (i don't think i reblog anything about animal attacks and stuff but just in case ya know) hope ur having a good day ❤️

I don't actually have anything filtered bc I honestly have never seen anyone tag for it?? If there is a tag that ppl use I'd love to know abt it, in the meantime I'll be adding "aggressive animal", "animal attacks", "aggressive dog" and "dog attacks" to my blacklist, so any of those would work! Tysm for asking/tagging ❤

(Hope you don't mind me publishing just so others can see, if we're mutuals I would appreciate ppl adding these tags to stuff where applicable!)

#asks #gravitaz #Fellow felix...... ty for giving me a chance to try that one out lol I'm still not sure #But yeah in general I mostly see this kind of content in meme videos surprisingly enough #Bc especially with smaller dogs people think it's funny but it just gives me flashbacks lol

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nonipsduck · 6 years ago

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Hey fellas, I’m back again with our Indruck- oriented server, Eggnostic! I’m Alexander, and 1/3rd of the mod team, but more importantly, I’m here to say that we will be accepting members again for a short period of time! Details under the cut.

We’re friendly, chatty folks- if you’re not interested fast-paced convos we probably aren’t for you! We do our best to keep things fresh and active, but as a result of such, have found it necessary to implement several rules. I ask you read over them before you decide if this server is for you or not.

1) Be Cool

1A) This includes respecting these creators. Don’t say anything you wouldn’t say to their face, both in terms of subject and tone. The language you use conveys a different meaning (ie saying ‘griffin goofed that a little vs berating him) and that matters.

1B) Going off of the above point, we have decided to ban hypothetical “maybe whys” regarding late episodes. While often well-meaning in giving them credit for not being perfect-content producing machines, it does not change the fact that theories are for characters, not real people.

1C) We also have decided to ban anxiety-ridden “What-ifs” regarding on why episodes may be delayed: if it is causing you serious emotional distress, it belongs in vent (however if the conversation spirals into people spouting off what-ifs we will intervene).

2) c'mooooooon

2A) We discourage hyper-analysis of TAZ as it is simply put, not built or meant for that and will not stand up to such analysis, which can be a big downer on a server about loving TAZ. There is no actual prohibition on such conversations… for the time being.

2B) Our stance on art/fic shaming is as follows: If it falls under obama's second amendment, such as whitewashing tones or features, conflicts with LGBT/ND/POC canon or headcanons (bearing in mind lots of folks are projecting their own real-life struggles), or the content is so horrifically awful (:remyvore:), you're fine. Direct attacks on the arts style, quality, and general artistry will not be tolerated.

id like to make sure everyones actually reading these to some extent, so please tell me your favorite amnesty character n why when you ask to join!

2C) Related to the aforementioned headcanons, there will be little tolerance for "but why"-ing POC,ND, and LGBT headcanons. It is also unnecessary to insert that you disagree with someone else's headcanon on such topics. Serious, genuine discussion is fine.

2D) Minimum server age is 14, Maximum 25. Please do not invite anyone to the server without privately asking a moderator. Public requests will be ignored and/ or deleted.

2E) We want to highlight everyone art fairly, so #art-and-stuff has a 5 minute (ish) cooldown between art posts. We just ask you wait five or so minutes before posting your art after someone else.

2F) Please be conscientious in both vent channels. Obviously ‘mood’, ‘same’, ‘kin’ ‘f’, ect are entirely inappropriate and won't be tolerated, longer messages with the same message (‘yea i’ve been there sucks man, oh yeah me too, ect) are equally unwelcome. Overly dismissive, Overly aggressive, or condescending (in nature or tone) solutions are also not appropriate.(edited)

3) nice.

3A) We love goofs and japes, and for this we have #really-wild-shit . For serious and horny NSFW discussion, we have exactly no channel because we don’t want it here. At all. Thanks.

4) We'd like to keep a deeply connected server, and in that case it does not make sense to have everything fall under the mods jurisdiction. If you find something to be in poor taste or in violation of OMA, simply respond with an :eye: emoji. If you need immediate action, or would like a mod to address a situation in any way, simply shoot us a ping.(edited)

5) Blacklist content. Not to be discussed or mentioned in any context. DM mod to add.

- Drug Use

- Alcohol

- Self Harm

- Suicidal Ideation + Threats

It is worth noting that these are rules for members already within the server, who have already established that they have many hc’s, theories, ect in common. While we cannot ask, much less enforce the following, know the following going in:

> Duck content is all presumed Trans unless stated otherwise… although if you feel the need to state otherwise you probably won’t enjoy the server anyways.

> George is the result of a 3+ hour debate over voice call and is the collective child of not only Indrid and Duck, but our server as a whole. He was and continues to be something we bond over. I’m not saying you gotta know all the lore (because good lord I dont even know it all) but realistically you’ll wanna at least enjoy the little raccoon king we’ve created.

> The rules are clear about NSFW content, but to elaborate on an area in particular: this server is Indruck and Barclane oriented. Chatter of other, conflicting ships isn’t… restricted, but folks are allowed to nip and tease ya. The exceptions only being age gap content (Duck/Pidge, Duck/Leo, Duck/Ned, basically anything around a 20+ age difference. ) and Anyone x Beacon content (he’s a sword with a mouth, and we know you aren’t thinking of him whispering sweet nothings).

> That being said we loooove a good goof. There are several running jokes and recurring topics that may make you uncomfortable, including but not limited to: vore, oviposition, piss, monster and robot fuckers, ect. They’re 110% ironic, but do occasionally spill out of the wild-shit channel for the sake of us being funny bastards.

if you’d like to join, reply to this post, do NOT dm me. im busy this week and it lets the other mods help out too.

We’ll be accepting 10 new folks, and its not super first come first serve. If you join and find that we aren’t for you, no worries: we do not have public exit messages. Thanks for reading!

#im also going to bed rn?#taz #taz amnesty

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fujisakis-kin-blog-moved-blog · 6 years ago

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Promo!!

Hey, it's Mod Fujisaki from @dangan-paradise! So I kinda started my own blog...just in case I leave because of some circumstances! Here are some things I can do:

-Icons (Sprites, Anime, Pride, Anthology, and Fanart! State what size unless ya dont wanna!)

-Pendulums (I can do the entire cast)

-Flower Crown Edits (Tell me the color)

-Minor Sprite Edits (like adding glasses, changing expressions, etc)

-Headcanons (Can be anything, but please read the blacklist!)

-Playlists (Tell me your favorite music, band, etc!)

-Moodboards/Aesthetics (Color and theme please!)

-Fashion Kits (Type of fashion, how much you're willing to pay, and allergies)

-Candy Kits (type of candy, how much ya wanna pay, and your allergies)

-Snack Kits (type of snack, how much you wanna pay, and your allergies!)

-Self Care Kits (mmm tell me what you like and your allergies eee)

-Edit Sets (3 icons, 2 moodboards, 1 header)

-Positivity! (No matter what, this will always be open!)

-Doodles! (I'll draw ya anything!)

Things that'll take a bit more time!

I can still do these things, but it will take more time! They are the following:

-Headers (State what size, and what colors you want to make it easier)

-Stimboards (I can do this, but it will take time. To make it easier state the colors and what you want specifically please!)

-Wallpapers (Please specify the size and colors!

Blacklist!

Before you request, make sure your request doesn't contain the following:

-Rape (please)

-Pedophillia (Haiji Towa is okay, but no mentions of him being a pedophile)

-Incest (Korekiyo and his sister is okay, but only as family and not a relationship of some other)

-Gore (ew)

-Nagito x WOH//Warriors of Hope (self explanatory,,,)

Tagging!

I'll tag some blogs, even if you didn't get tagged I'd appreciate the promo!!

@kayaydayy @dangan-paradise @dangankinthings @dangankins @danganronpeas @dangankinniehell @kinningharmonies @drkinnieedits @kinoronpa @chiakinanamiedits @chiakinhelp @pocky-does-things

#nagito komaeda

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imchaeturtle · 6 years ago

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Special announcement!!!

Hey y’all! 2018 is almost ending, december is just around the corner and Christmas is coming up YAY. Besides, it’s also my bday’s month and I’m almost reaching a 100 followers (whaaaat? already?) and I feel like celebrating so...

I’m doing a Christmas special!

I decided to post a christmas / winter themed the 100 moodboard for every day of december until the 25th.

In addition to that, I may post a drabble or five about this theme.

I’m open to requests until november 30th (ya girl needs to plan ahead lol), especially for moodboards.

I’ll tag everything with #t100christmas and #christmas in case you wanna blacklist it.

I’ll start posting on december 1st, so I guess I’ll see you then, my little angels!!!

[ Tagging two of my mutuals to help me spread the word: @doortotomorrow @dylanobrienisbatman ]

#yay im excited #i swear i'll try to write something other than memori fluff #that said #feel free to send me #a prompt with memori / zaven / becho #christmas special #t100christmas #christmas #moodboard #hell.txt #hell.jpg #hell.exe #event #hellachristmas

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biocontagious-rabbit · 7 years ago

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Hey

So a lot of people have been talking about Butch Pal lately and I thought, as a film maker I'd dip my ass into the pool.

First and foremost, Butch Pal is, at its core, a scam. Now let me be clear, it may not be a scam in the traditiinal sense, but in my opiniin it is still a scam. How? Glad ya asked:

So lets look all the possibilities as to why the money donated to Butch Pal didnt /really/ need to be donated.

Im gunna say it to get it out of the way: Butch Pal is a Youtube Show. It is broadcast on a platforn that you get to use and broadcast on for completely free. However, thats not the biggest deal here.

Next theres paying your actors. And while yes every film maker should pay their actors and those involved in filming, this isnt a big production project. You could have just grabbed some lesbian friends and some straigjt friends and done this and im sure they wouldve done it for free. I desperately refuse to believe that not a single one of the three main people involved had any lesbian friends.

Next is equipment. I could forgive this one, but most phones nowadays have high quality camera and, if they dont, you are able to download editing software on your phine for about 5$ to edit the video style and just clip it together in general.

Lastly is production value. Making the show look professional.

Now if Ally Johnson was a real filmmaker or Rob Schow a real producer they would both know that advertising is the biggest first impression to make or break your show. I went and watched the Butch Pal teaser videos (if one can even call them that) and I was immediately disgusted. While, yes they had a clear picture, someone in charge of directing the editing process decided it wiuld be a good idea to use a camera shutter effect.

Now if you know anything abiut film , youd know that things like camera shutter and active zoom not only drastically reduce the production value of your show, but it also is unpleasant to look at and leads the target audience to believe that that WILL BE the show quality.

So far not so good, I cant seem to find a single reason that the money was REQUIRED for the show. Yes, putting up a donation page for support and better equipment would be good, but the money doesnt seem to have gone toward anything that couldve had a cheap to no cost alternative.

Whether or not the show comes out, asking money for support is not a bad thing. However, Ally Johnson decided to take peoples money to pay her ACTORS when she could have had a completely free show.

Sounds pretty scammy to me, but I digress.

I also wanted to talk about the BIG BAD SITUATION.

If you don't already know, Ally Johnson and her big bad Butch Pal team decided to threaten a teenager with suing them for defamation after they publicly stated thinking the kickstarter was a scam.

While suing for defammation is a legal action that can be taken, these cases are only about 13% successful. Federal Law constitutes defammation as fraudulent spoken or written word that brings about hate to a victim, or ruins that persons reputation in some way. The reason many of these cases fail is because the United States Constitution protects the freedom to speak your opinion about a subject or person.

Any self respecting producer, filmmaker, director, et cetera would also know that THREATENING TO SUE A TEENAGER is something that hurts your reputation not only as a person but as a professional or even amateur director.

If Rob Schow WAS an actual producer, he would have told Ally Johnson to leave it alone.

Furthermore, if Ally Johnson WAS a professional voice over artist (as she claims to be) she should know the first rule any acting teacher teaches you is accepting criticism and not letting it get to you.

Scammers (and I mean all of them) often have a defense tactic against those who call them out as scammers. Anyone wanna guess what it is?

Big companies like to use this threat against kids because what are they gunna do? Do you think a kid or teenager really thinks they can win a court case against an adult?

Butch Pal for the Straight Gal is a show run by horrible people who are disguising themselves as professionals.

Ps: if for whatever reason Ally Johnson or Rob Schow see this and wanna threaten me, here's a few things to know.

1) I've been in the film game for 9 years now.

2) I work for myself. You cant get me blacklisted or fired.

3) Ive faced much worse legal action from much bigger teams.

You're fighting in my arena and I'm not scared of you.

#butch pal #butch pal for for the straight gal #pizza-queen #film #long post #rant #sorry i guess

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a-walk-in-silence · 7 years ago

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We Can Be Beautiful (Pt. 4)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4.9k

Summary: Heathers AU. You were used to the quiet life in Sherwood, Ohio. Albeit, you were bullied, but it was nothing compared to the shit storm that was about to happen when one boy showed up with an air of mystery around him.

Warnings: Cursing, Implied sex (NO SMUT), major character death, mentions of suicide, manipulation, name calling, maybe breaking and entering but not really?

Prompt: “You’re the one I choose”

A/N: Part 4 is here! This is for @gab-spidey‘s 2k writing challenge. So this does have a few heavy subjects to address. 1) It’s implied sexual reactions between characters. I don’t write smut, nor do I condone underage sex. But, it’s your choice. So, as a PSA, if you’re gonna have sex, age aside, make sure you’re safe. Wrap it before you tap it, with or without the pill/IUD. 2) I’m going to reblog some suicide hotlines after this part goes up because it deals with suicide-related issues. I’m going to consistently reblog these hotlines as necessary.

Key:

Y/N - Your Name

L/N - Last Name

Y/N/N - Your Nickname

Bold Italics - Dream Sequence

Italics - Writing in Diary

Song Inspiration(s):

Dead Girl Walking - Heathers Cast Recording

Me Inside of Me - Heathers Cast Recording

Peter’s engine roared to a stop as the both of you pulled up to a stop outside a plain brick house. He kicked out the stand before gingerly leaning the bike over enough so that his feet were now both supporting the weight of the bike and yourself.

You climbed off, hands clutching the Slurpees that Peter had stopped off to grab at the 7/11 before it closed so that you two could just sit and talk when you reached the destination. Wherever said destination was.

“Welcome,” Peter said smugly, motioning to the house, “to Casa de Parker.” He grabbed his Slurpee from your hand, taking a long sip. He went through the regular motions of cringing momentarily before smiling brightly.

“We’re at... you’re house?” You shuffled your feet, taking a small sip from the cherry Slurpee. “I, uh... why here?”

His arm slung around your shoulders, leading you through his backyard and to a ladder was propped up against a window. “Because I figured someone would like a chance to talk about their night. Go on, it’s safe. I don’t bite... unless you want me to.”

Your cheeks instantly became hot, and you tried everything to hide yourself behind your hair. Still, he clearly saw, chuckling behind you. You pursed your lips together before climbing up the ladder as fast as possible. In the back of your mind, you were aware of the fact that you were wearing a short skirt, and that Peter could probably see up it if he wanted to, but you pushed the thought aside as you pried open his window and climbed in.

His bedroom was plain, about as plain as the entire house. His sheets were black silk, about the only significant thing about the entire room besides two framed pictures that sat on his bedside table alongside a half-drunk bottle of Mountain Dew. One was of a young Peter and a woman with strawberry blonde hair and a man with dark brown hair and facial hair. The second was of woman with bushy brown hair and a man with slightly darker brown hair.

You sat down on the very edge of Peter’s bed as he clambered through the window, closing it behind himself. Instead of walking over to the bed, he turned on the radio, adjusting it so that it played the exact station he wanted.

Finally, Peter came and sat next to you, leaning casually against the wall and raising an eyebrow to you. “So,” he started, taking a moment to eye you up and down before continuing. “What happened at the party, Y/N?”

As if his question broke a damn inside, you instantly lost all of your composure and started to tear up a little. “I hate them! I hate myself! That stupid forged note to Wanda made her show up! And then they dressed up the stupid pig pinata to look like her! And they tried to make her beat it up! So I took it and threw it in the pool and then... god, I vomited all over Nat!” You hid your face in your hands, groaning. “I’m never drinking again... I lost my friends and now no one will ever sit with me at lunch again. I’m less than a nobody. I’m... I’m... an ex-somebody!”

A few moments passed before Peter finally laughed. You turned to him in confusion, but he only laughed harder. “Wait, wait, wait,” he said, trying to catch is breath. “You... you threw UP on her?”

Once again, you found yourself flustered as he laughed at you. “Stop it,” you mumbled. “This is serious. I don’t have any friends. I’m going to be blacklisted at school. What am I supposed to do?”

“Relax,” he said, finally not laughing. “Hey, I’ll sit with you at school, how about that? And, hey, there’s... what was her name? Wanda? She can sit with us, too.” He calmly brushed your hair out of your face, smiling down at you. “Fuck everyone else, okay? You don’t need anyone else.” Both of his hands firmly cupped the sides of your face, forcing you to look at him. “Hey, tell me you’re done with them, okay? You don’t need those stupid bitches.”

You gave him as best of a nod as you could with both of his hands keeping your face in place. “Yeah... okay... I don’t need them. I don’t need the Heathers.” Saying it gave you an air of clarity, and a broad smile took over your face. “Yeah. I’m so done with the Heathers!”

“Shhhhh,” he said, placing a finger over your lips to silence you. “My dad’s sleeping on the other side of the house. Keep it down, ya?”

You nodded even though you could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins. You felt like you could be anything you wanted, do anything you wanted.

A sudden idea sparked in your head as you moved to set your Slurpee on the nightstand. He raised an eyebrow at you as you snatched his from his hand, placing it next to yours. However, he didn’t say anything, simply watching as you watched him with an interesting glint filling your eyes.

“Hey, uh-” he started but you quickly put a finger to his lips to silent him. His eyes quickly went from amused to shocked in a few seconds as what you wanted suddenly washed over him.

“Peter,” you mumbled, leaning closer to him. “Peter, I want to forget that I’m basically a dead girl walking. I want you to help me forget. Please. We can make this beautiful, you and I.”

Slowly he nodded. You removed your finger from his lips and pulled his head towards your own, lips slamming against lips. The air became hot and heavy as you pulled him as close to you as humanly possible.

When you pulled away for a breath of air, you glanced over your shoulder to see the bottle of Mountain Dew. You laughed to yourself, leaning your forehead against Peter’s. “You might wanna, uh, chug that Mountain Dew,” you mumbled, your fingers toying with his curls. “It looks like you might be in for a long night.”

“Sleeping with the deranged desperado now? Pathetic,” said the voice of Nat. You quickly sat up, looking around the room to see Nat standing there, surrounded by kids that you both go to school with. “I will crucify you come Monday for this.”

“Nat? What’re you doing here?” you said, choking over your words.

She laughed maniacally as she walked over, running a hand through your already tousled hair. “I’m here to remind you that your done for. Come Monday, you’ll be an ex-somebody and a basic dirty little slut who sleeps with the weird kids.”

Your blood ran cold staring up at her as she turned back to the crowd of kids. “Nat, please...”

“Everyone!” she shouted, gaining their attention. Because of this, several of their gazes inadvertently fell onto you. “Y/N L/N is just a dirty little slut! Hell, I’m sure she’d blow you if given the choice!” She pointed at a random faceless kid standing in the sea of thousands.

Slowly you started to shake your head, tensing under their scrutinizing glares. “N-No. Nat please. Nat! Nat! No! No!”

“Y/N! Wake up!” Peter shouted, shaking your shoulders. “Stop screaming!”

You shot up out of bed, breathing heavily. A hand clutched at your throat that now felt raw from screaming so loudly. A second later, there was a pounding at the door.

“Hey Pops,” said the voice on the other side of the door. “I know you said there’s no guests allowed in the house but what sounds like a girl was just screaming in my room for reasons.”

“Shit,” Peter mumbled. You both quickly scrambled around to get dressed before Peter walking over to the door. “Well son,” he said, leaning against the door to keep his father from walking in. “Those better be some damn good reasons.”

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose, staring at you helplessly before opening the door to let his father in. “There better be,” said his father, walking into the room.

You found yourself stuck to the floor as you took in the man in front of you. He had dark brown hair, but it was definitely graying around the sides of his head. Meanwhile, he definitely seemed more clean shaven that he had in the picture that Peter had on his bedside table, but he also looked much more aged, as if he had gone through a lifetime and a half since that picture was taken.

“So, who’s the pretty lady and why is she in your room screaming?” he asked, leaning against the wall.

“Dad,” Peter started, walking over to you. You gave him a panicked look as he threw an arm around your shoulders. “This is Y/N L/N. She’s in here because... well... okay so she spent the night.” His father looked ready to argue but he quickly started talking over him. “The reason for it is because she had a shit day yesterday and came here to talk and we both kind of fell asleep here. Nothing happened!”

His father seemed to mull it over before sighing and shaking his head. “Well Pops, I’ll make sure to next time tell you when I have a girl over and if she intends to spend the night so that, in case she decides to scream at 7 in the morning, it won’t be a total surprise.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me, son,” Peter said, breathing a sigh of relief.

You watched the two of them interact, a little confused by their interaction. Why was Peter calling his dad son and his dad calling him pops?

His dad cleared his throat before holding a hand out to you. “I’m Tony, by the way. Tony Stark. My son took his mother’s maiden name at birth in case you were wondering.”

You stared at his hand for a moment before you took his hand in your own, shaking it firmly.

“Well dad,” Peter started, trying to end the awkward conversation. “I should, ah, get Y/N home before she’s missed.”

“You do that, son. Nice to meet you Miss L/N. Hopefully we won’t have so many early morning run ins like this.” He took a glance at your neck and sighed, shaking his head as he goes. “And make sure you cover that shiner you gave her, son.”

With that, the bedroom door closed. Your eyes widened as you ran to the small mirror in the very corner of Peter’s room. Sure enough, a few small bruises were peppered over your neck. You held your hands to your neck as if to cover the bruises before looking at Peter. “What am I going to do about the hickies?” you questioned, clearly unraveled about these new bruises on your neck.

He smiled, shaking his head as he went over to his bedside table and opened a drawer, pulling out a small makeup kit. “Sit on the bed, I’ll take care of it.”

You gave him a confused look, sitting on his bed. “You... do makeup? Hold on, do you even have my foundation in there?”

A laugh came from him as he dug around. “I have a few different shades that I’ve gathered over the years, Miss L/N. It does some good to have different shades. I always meet new people, and sometimes I meet friends who are stupid enough to get into fistfights. I learned makeup to hide bruises, and I have different foundations to cover different skintones. If I don’t have your exact foundation, I’m sure I can mix around and create it.”

You were impressed by his knowledge of makeup. Hell, he probably knew more than even you did. So you just let him go to work on covering your neck and blending the foundation so that the marks that were once visible were now practically gone.

“The key,” he told you as he cleaned up, “is to use a green primer for bruises. Dunno why, but it works. Since those bruises are more reddish colored anyway.” He shrugged to himself before he put the kit back in his dresser. “Any way, what’re we up to today?”

“I want to go home and change,” you said quickly as your dream from last night played on a lop through your brain. “After that, I want you to drive me to Nat’s place so I can apologize.”

“What?” Peter shouted, quickly standing up. “Hey, hey, hey. I thought you were done with the Lip Gloss Gestapo, why the hell are we going to apologize to their leader?”

You sighed to yourself, running your fingers through your hair to remove some of the tangles. “Ya, well, that was last night. This is today. I thought I could live in a fantasy without Nat’s gang but I can’t. My best bet is to apologize now and get it over with.”

He groaned but didn’t argue with you as you gathered your belongings and walked out his bedroom door. He followed you throughout the house, which you managed to blindly navigate through to the front door.

“Y/N,” Peter said, still walking behind you. You walked over to his bike and turned around to face him, a determined look on your face. “Why are you so hellbent on this?”

“This is my decision, Peter. So please. I want to go home and then go to Nat’s place. If you don’t want to take me all the way to Nat’s, then just take me home. I can get to her place from there.”

He sighed before climbing onto his bike. “I’ll get you to Nat’s. Wouldn’t want a pretty girl like yourself to disappear while begging for forgiveness, now would we?”

You smiled at him, thankful for his approval to do what you needed to do. You climbed onto the back of his bike, clinging to his torso for support as the engine revved to life.

“So how do we get in if we’re not knocking?” Peter questioned as you walked up to Nat’s house.

“Her family keeps a spare key under the mat. They go away every Satyrday morning to eat breakfast at grandma’s and Nat never goes along.” You lifted up the welcome mat to discover the silver key sitting there. You smiled to yourself before unlocking the door and walking inside.

Remembering to not keep the spare in the house, you walked back outside and placed it back in it’s spot before closing the front door behind yourself. “Hey Nat?” you called, walking through the house. “Nat, it’s Y/N, I want to apologize!”

A scoff came from the back of the house, just barely audible from the kitchen where you were located. “I hope you brought knee pads, bitch!” she yelled back. “Make me a prairie oyster and then we can talk.”

Your eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as you silently muttered to yourself, “A prairie oyster? What’s in a prairie oyster?”

Peter chuckled to himself before grabbing a ceramic mug from one of the cabinets. “Raw egg, vinegar, hot sauce, Worcester sauce, salt, and pepper. You’re welcome.”

“Gee, you really know your hangover cures,” you laughed. Quickly, the two of you gathered all of the ingredients that you needed and assembled the drink in the cup. Suddenly, an idea popped into your head, causing you to chuckle yourself. “Hey, hey, I should totally drop a phlegm globber into her drink. That’ll show her.”

As you attempted to conjure the phlegm globber, Peter grabbed a clear glass cup and the Drano from the cupboard below the sink. “You see, I’ve always been more of a Drano man myself,” he said smugly, pouring the blue liquid into the cup.

“Hey, don’t be a dick,” you said, pushing his shoulder. “That shit’ll kill her.”

“Thus curing her hangover.” He placed the glass on the counter, sliding it over to you. “I say we go Big Blue.”

You stared up at him, clearly confused by his antics. What the hell was he trying to do? “You can’t just... Peter, she’d never drink it any way. It’s bright blue.”

He seemed to contemplate that for a moment before grabbing another white, ceramic mug from the cabinet. “Okay, then we’ll put it in a mug.” He poured the contents of the glass into the mug to further prove his point.

“Peter, stop it.” The joke was no longer funny, and you were starting to become really concerned that he actually wanted to kill her.

“Come on, don’t be a chicken,” he said, clearly trying to egg you on.

“Peter! It’s not funny!” you practically shouted before remembering Nat was still in the house and probably heard your outburst.

He quickly came to your side, depositing the mug of Drano onto the counter. “Okay, okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He brushed a hand along your cheek, pushing the hair out of your face. “No Drano, I promise.” With that, he pulled you into a long, drawn out kiss. You got onto your tiptoes so that he wouldn’t have to lean down to your height.

“Y/N! Prairie oyster! Chop-chop!” came the voice of Nat from the back room.

Not breaking for the kiss, your hand reached over to the counter, pawing at it until you grabbed the closest mug.

You finally pulled away from the kiss and started to head to Nat’s room. “Hey Y/N?” Peter said, his eyes focused on the mug in your hand.

Stopping, you looked at him, your head tilting to the side. “Peter? What is it?”

“I-” He suddenly stopped, as if weighing his options. Finally, he smiled at you. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“Oh, um... Sure, I guess.” You gave him a weird look before smiling at him and heading to the back of the house.

Nervously, you opened the door to Nat’s room, dreading the look of smugness you knew she was going to give you. And, sure enough, there she sat on the edge of her bed, a sickeningly smug smirk sitting on her delicate features. She was dressed in a red silk robe that just barely went past her bum.

“Ah, look what the cat dragged in. And- would you look at that? It brought along a boy, too. How sweet.” She stood up and reached for the cup in your hand, snatching it before stalking to the other side of the room. “Well? Go on then. Beg.”

Your fingers fiddled together as you stared at your feet, unable to look up at Nat. “So, listen, at the party, I think we both said things-”

“Ah, ah, ah. On your knees, bitch.” You looked up at Nat in shock, who only smiled sweetly. “Did I stutter? I want your little boy toy to watch you as you kneel on my floor, begging for forgiveness.”

You stared at her in shock before looking to Peter. He gave you a helpless look before he turned away, clearly trying to save your dignity in front of Nat. You sighed to yourself before getting onto your knees. “Look, I’m sorry-”

“Mmmm, nope. Still not forgiven. You’re still dead to me, little Y/N/N.”

You looked defeated as she took a drink from her mug. Suddenly, she froze, the mug falling from her hands. Instead, her hands clasped to her throat as she started to cough, choking on something.

The moment her body went crashing into the glass table in the middle of her room, you jumped to your feet, eyes horrendously wide. “Holy shit,” you mumbled, your mind clearly not processing this. “Holy shit! I grabbed the Drano cup! I just killed my best friend!”

“I thought she was your worst enemy?” Peter piped in.

“Same thing!” you shouted helpless, kneeling beside her body. “Oh no, no, no, no, no. I’m going to be arrested! They’ll think I did this on purpose! They’ll have to send my SAT scores to San Quentin!”

You started to ramble to yourself, terrified of the situation at hand. You killed someone! How could you grab the wrong glass like that?

“Hey, she was reading The Bell Jar,” Peter mused, giving you a suggestive look. “Maybe you can avoid the slammer. Maybe you can try and-”

“No! No way! I can’t fake a suicide note!” You stared up at him.

“The other option is jail! Come on!” He ran over to Nat’s desk and grabbed a pad of paper and a pen. “Just fake her handwriting and no one gets hurt, okay?”

“B-But...” You stared helplessly at his hands. “I don’t even know what to write!”

He sighed to himself, shoving the pad and pen into your hands. “I don’t know! Maybe... like... I had pain in my path, much like Sylvia Plath. My problems were myriad-”

“I was having my period,” you said sarcastically before laughing to yourself. You had only made it rhyme because he had, and you found yourself to be hilarious. Your eyes suddenly glanced down at Nat and you started to scream again.

Peter grabbed your shoulders. “Calm down, Y/N!” You stopped screaming and he sighed to himself. “You need to think straight. Think, long and hard. What would Nat say? What are her final words to a world that doesn’t care?”

You sighed to yourself before glancing down at the paper. You can do this... You can do this...

“Dear world...” you said aloud, writing down as you went.

You can choose to believe this or not, but despite the growing number of friends I had, I couldn’t possibly feel more alone. I found myself to be constantly faking smiles. I even taught myself to french kiss boys, thinking it would help fix my problems.

But, instead, the world kept holding me down. It weighed like a concrete prom queen crown. No one dared to try and look past the rock star aura I put around myself. No one looked into my eyes, as if they feared me. But if they had only looked past this, they would have seen the terrified girl who spent countless nights clinging to her pillow and crying. This pain has left me a myriad of scars.

I suppose these scars are the curse of popularity.

When I’m gone, please box up my clothing and donate it to Goodwill. Give the poor my Nordic track, and donate my car to whomever may need it, even if it goes to one of those ghetto mom’s on crack. As for my TVs, CDs, and other worldly possessions, donate those to any charity that will take them.

No one thinks a pretty girl like me can have feelings or substance. Maybe I can help the world by leaving it behind. Maybe that’s the legacy I will carry on for everyone to see. Maybe that’s the me inside of me.

“Signed Natasha Heather Romanoff,” you muttered finally, breathing a sigh of relief. With that, Peter took the pad from your hand and tore out the paper out of the notepad and put it into Nat’s hand along with her copy of The Bell Jar.

“Come on, let’s go,” Peter said, grabbing your hand. With that, the two of you left Nat’s house, remembering to lock the door on your way out.

“Where are we going?” you asked as Peter pulled you along.

“Somewhere that’ll help us forget,” he replied. The two of you jumped on his motorcycle and left, heading towards the closest 7/11 store.

You came into school Monday morning and leaned against the wall. The entire school was reeling from the announcement of Nat’s suicide. A sullen silence had fallen over the kids, no one wanted to be the first to talk.

“Attention students,” came the voice of Principal Fury over the intercom. “Due to the unfortunate passing of Natasha Romanoff, we have on school counselors that are readily available to talk to anybody who may need it. Also, at the end of today, there will be a Suicide Awareness seminar held for anyone who wishes to attend.”

Once the announcement ended, everyone shuffled out of the hallways, heading to class. You looked at Peter who kissed you on the forehead, calmly running a hand up and down your arm. “Come on, I’m sure Miss Hill has a riveting lesson planned for today.”

You gave him a weak smile, still trying to come to terms with the fact that you basically killed someone.

He drew you into a kiss to help calm your nerves. “Y/N, we’re in the clear. No one suspects a thing. Now let’s go, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, okay,” you said, finally allowing yourself to relax, even if just a little. You followed Peter into Miss Hill’s classroom, where she had a stack of papers sitting on her desk. The desks in the classroom were set up in a huge circle, which gave you pause.

“Ah! Miss L/N, you must be a mess!” Miss Hill said quickly, coming to your side. “I heard that you and Miss Romanoff were friends. Sit, sit!” She quickly motioned you and Peter into a pair of desks in the giant circle. “Well don’t you worry, today we’re going to work on unboxing all of our feelings together! We’ll talk it all out and see this through!”

You gave a nod, throwing a look to Peter who looked pleased with himself. You had to physically fight the urge to laugh at the situation you were in. Nat was dead, it was your fault, and you were going to talk about your feelings?

The classroom quickly filled with more students as the bell rung, signifying the beginning of first period. Miss Hill grabbed the stack of papers from her desk and wedged her way into the middle of the circle. “I’m sure we’re all still in shock from the news of Natasha Romanoff’s suicide.” She gave a small nod to the classroom before returning her gaze to the papers in her hands. “That’s why I’ve mimeographed copies of her suicide note so that you can all study and feel her anguish.”

As she gave out copies, you couldn’t help but look at Jane who looked ready to fall apart at the seams. “I never knew she was in pain,” she mumbled, tears streaming down her face as she read the suicide note that you forged.

“Yes, yes!” Miss Hill said, finishing her job of passing out the papers. “I just want everyone to talk and feel, together! Tell us about whatever you’re feeling. This room is a safe place!”

As more kids talked about their feelings, you shook your head, trying not to laugh as Peter nudged you with his elbow. This whole situation was ridiculous. How did this become your life?

A throat cleared, pulling you from your internal laughter and to the scrutinizing glare of Miss Hill. “Y/N, you’ve been awfully quiet,” she said, trying not to hide her disappointment and failing. “What’s on your mind? This room is for sharing and, as a friend of Natasha, I’m sure you’re feeling quite a bit.”

“I...” You quickly forced yourself to start crying on the spot, hiding your face into your hands. “I miss her so much... I can’t help feeling that she did this because she... she...” Your mind quickly raced with what to do as your forced yourself to sob. “She wanted to give up her power,” you managed, mentally rolling your eyeballs at your response. “Maybe the only way she could do that was death... but why? Why did she have to die?”

A hand brushed your shoulder and you peeked through your hands to see it was Miss Hill. “Nat would be proud of you,” she responded, giving your shoulder a tight squeeze.

Despite the reassurance that she was clearly throwing your way, you felt anything but reassured. You finally stopped your fake crying as she moved her attention to other kids in the room.

Peter nudged your arm once again with his elbow. You glanced up to see him smiling at your, giving you a thumbs up.

You shook your head at him before glancing down at your notebook. You had spent all of Sunday writing, trying to get your thoughts together. Now was as good of a time as any to write about your day.

Dear Diary,

Everyone believe Nat’s death was a suicide. I suppose I can say that I’m in the clear now. Maybe Peter was right. Maybe I just need to keep my calm and nobody will suspect a thing.

But I can’t stop the nagging voice at the back of my mind, telling me that something is wrong. I’ve done something terrible and, believe it or not, I feel somewhat okay with this. I feel like I should feel worse for her death but... I don’t. And that’s what’s scaring me the most right now.

I can’t shake the feeling that I’m going to Hell for this. I can’t help but feel so loss right now. I feel like I should feel something more other than this unrelenting feelings of being helpless. But maybe, just maybe, these feelings will go away.

One can certainly hope, at least.

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