#my excuse is actually the fact that i saw this thing on IG

[somedaytakethetime]

Don't you even dare to ask me what this is because I don't know myself. I'm a harlot, I'm plagued, I'm the devil, I don't know. That's the answer. I find information online and I.JUST.CAN'T.LET.IT.GO. SCREAM INTO THE VOID WITH ME OKAY?? P.S. DON'T READ THIS

Notes: the most cursed, demonic, absolutely horribly filthy thing I'll ever sear anyone's eyes with? Possibly? This isn't as daring as I can get, ask my best friend if you don't believe me, but this is the most daring I'll ever be on here Warnings: do I need to? Read every other clue, babes, just.. pure filth... you know where the exit door is if you're a child. Also there's body insecurity in this. From a male perspective. Which gets written about very little, in my opinion, but it's prevalent and well... we're here to change the insecure kings opinions of themselves 😤 Word count: 4 154 words

It's a gradual thing. Something you don't realise at first. It happens slowly and covertly, so you don't really understand that it's happening. But at some point you start to piece it together. He watches himself in the mirror a lot, after showers and when he's getting dressed early in the morning. He avoids looking at himself late at night, especially after heavy and harsh days at work. He avoids looking at his body, unless he's scrutinising himself. Like... after.. Every. Single. Shower. You don't understand that's what he's doing at first, because he's so serious and focused as he looks at himself in the mirror from all angles. You assume he must be checking for bruises, cuts, scrapes, etc. That he must be assessing the damage that a harshly physical job brings. You'd want to take in all the damage too because it's painful to sit on a bruise you didn't know was there until you squashed it.. it's happened to him a lot more than he'll ever admit. But.. you catch him squeezing his stomach once. He did it so fast you barely understood that's what he did. Until it hit you that he just did something you're always doing too, when you look in the mirror, and feel insecure about yourself. He becomes closed off after that. Doesn't touch you as much, doesn't let you touch him much either. His clothes have always been looser, he likes being comfortable, but somehow they become even looser. He avoids anything that flatters him, dresses in baggy, completely dark clothes. Like he's trying to become a walking void. He starts stressing about aging too. Looks in the mirror and prodes at his face, looking for wrinkles and white hairs. None that exist at all. But he seems to think they do.. and then he starts making comments..

Seems obsessed with your age too, the difference between you both. Who's younger, who's older, how many years, months, days, there are between you. What he was up to in x year vs where you were. What he was doing, what he already knew how to do, what little amount of experience and life you might have lived in year y when he was already on an inevitable path to becoming who he is today. Becomes obsessed with time, stresses about the future. Stresses about the past, feels sadly nostalgic, reminisces and wishes he could have been there earlier, wishes to change who he is to match up with you better. Wishes things were different and there was more time. Acts as if the end of the world is looming near and there's only 5 more minutes on earth left to spend together. Looks sad and forlorn. And the most frustrating and infuriating thing is that he doesn't let you in. Shuts you down when you remind him that reality isn't what he's imagining in his head lately. Dismisses you when you challenge his view and explain that things are fine and there's so many more years in a lifetime to be lived, there's time for everything and more. Pushes you away when you try to touch him at times even.. makes you feel cold inside. Confused and scared that things might be falling apart and you can't fix it because he won't let you in. It starts to enrage you. Because he keeps pushing his own perceived notions of everything onto you, assumes the "reality" he's seeing as something that you are seeing when you couldn't see it further from that if you tried. It all comes to blows late one night after a disastrous dinner.

You put on your nicest dress. You wanted to look nice for him, wanted him to see you again because he wasn't looked at you in a while now. You miss him so badly. Miss his touch, miss his kisses, miss.. well.. you miss feeling his body on yours in ways that the bible possibly wouldn't approve of.. it's been what? a month? possibly a month now. He complains he's stressed, that there's too much on his plate, that he's too distracted by work but he forgets that.. usually.. it was most prevalent when he was stressed.. because, in his own words, 'you relaxe me like nothing else, baby'. Cheesy and he's the first to admit it, but there's something deep and almost fragilely emotional behind the jokes. Like every time he teases and says cheesy lines he means them deeply, he's just afraid to show exactly how deeply that is. Even in the longing looks he gives you, which have become more frequent lately, it's as if he's deeply afraid to lose you but only biding his time until you'll inevitably walk away. As if he doesn't believe he's good enough for you.. and he makes it evident all through dinner. Comments on how the waiter keeps checking you out, something which would normally bring out his jealous side and he'd feel the need to assert his dominance to every man in a 10km radius. Not tonight. He comments on how young the waiter is, how he seems to be in great shape, and dares to look at you and say "Maybe you should ditch the old man and go for a young one.. it might suit you better." winks and tries to act like it's playful but.. you've had enough. You push away from the table "That's it. I want to go home. I've lost my appetite." and you just walk out to go wait by his car. He's fuming by the time he gets to you but says nothing. Drives in absolute silence too and you're so hurt and angry you can't find it in yourself to say a word. When you arrive, you rush into the house, leaving him behind to park in the garage, but he's somehow not far behind you by the time you're tossing your shoes aside. "Did you think that was funny? Did you enjoy ruining our dinner?" he has the utter gall to say... and you lose your temper finally.

"Excuse me?? I did what now?" and he marches towards you, presses his body to yours, you almost feel angry when you think this is the closest he's gotten to you in 3 weeks, he looms over you and reminds you exactly of how big his body is, says irritated "You stormed out over a stupid joke and you ruined the nice dinner we'd been having. By now you should know that I joke around a lot, I don't get why you acted this way tonight. You can be such a child sometimes." you're not in your right mind but you're so angry that you push him. Harshly. He stumbles back a little, wasn't expecting that from you, looks at you hurt and offended. But you just scoff and march towards him now "No, I did not. You ruined our fucking dinner by being a Debbie Downer. Same way you've been every single fucking day lately. Mentioned some other man whom I wouldn't even look once at proper, let alone twice, daring to suggest that I should make a switch. How are you this fucking dense?" you're toe to toe, looking into each other's eyes, angry at each other. There's a crackling of electricity in the air around you, you're both on the verge of losing your tempers entirely. "Maybe you need a younger man, he'd probably have more patience to put up with your childish behaviour. I'm old and tired." you've never wanted to slap him before, but he's making it really hard on you not to.. "No, you're fucking not! Have you heard yourself lately?! I'm old this, I'm finished that, I'm such and such. What the hell has gotten into you?? All the jokes about me being too young, all the comments about other guys and their bodies, all the shit about how I should probably leave before I have to start caring for the elderly.. what the fuck?? What is your problem?! If you're sick and tired of me just break up, don't bully me into leaving and try to make it seem like it's my fucking choice!" he suddenly gets serious. He feels there's a threat to his relationship, that the real option that you might leave is right there in front of him, that this is the end.. and he doesn't know how to deal with that. He's hurt just thinking about it. So he shuts down as he always does. "If you want to leave you can go right ahead. You know where the doors are and no one has ever locked you in this house against your will. But don't blame it on me, I haven't told you to do shit." and he just walks away.

You stare at the wall in front of you, the empty space he's left behind, for likely 5 or more minutes. It's eerily quiet in the bedroom, even though he's in there, and you're trying to let your anger settle down. He's hurt, he feels threatened, he feels pushed. He only ever reacts with cold detachment when he feels deeply hurt. You're trying so hard not to be hurt but you can't help the tears running down your cheeks. You love this man so much it hurts, physically, like there's aches in your chest when you think about how deeply you love him, how desperately you desire him, how much you want to spend all your minutes with him forever. It hurts deeply that he doesn't seem to accept that, or believe it, lately. Something has changed and he won't let you in on it. It feels cold to be left out, you thought you shared everything as one. It's painful to think you don't. But you don't want this to be the end. You're not ready to let go, you'll never be. You take a deep breath and turn around, walk to the bedroom and find him curled in on himself. Frozen in place and eerily still. 'Deeply hurt.. makes two of us, mate' you think. Clearly, he's not ready to let go either. You lay down behind him, wrap your arms around him as best as you can and you feel his whole body tense up. "I love you. I don't understand why you don't believe me, but I love you so much. I don't know what else to do to show this to you in a way you'll accept it too." He takes several minutes but eventually turns around. His face is red, he's trying not to cry in front of you but his eyes are filled with tears. He pulls you to him, kisses you softly but so deeply, whispers in that rough and affected voice of his that's so unfairly and wrongly sexy for the moment, "I love you so much that I want to die thinking about you leaving me." "Then why are you pushing me away?" he won't meet your eyes, his voice is soft and whispered, dripping with insecurity now, "Because I don't deserve you."

"No. No no no. No." you shake your head, hold his face and keep kissing him, want to pour all the love you feel into him so he'll believe it too. His hands wrap around your body, pull you so tight to him that you can feel every line of muscle in his body, every tendon moving, every ridge and curve of him, "Don't ever say that again, just don't. Don't say that." he shakes his head "It's true. You're just.. you deserve better. I'm washed up, tired, old and just.." he whispers so so quietly you barely hear it. Fat. It takes you so many seconds to realise he said it. He just called himself fat. The scoff you let out fills the air. You're furious now. Who said it? Who insulted him? Who broke his confidence this way?? Who was it?? You'll have their heads on a platter. How dare anyone insult your man? How dare anyone make him feel like his body isn't the picture of perfection? In another century he would have had artists tripping over themselves to sculpt him out of marble, he would have been Adonis.. David.. the ideal male physique. He would have been considered a god. "How dare you? Who said it??" he just looks at you "Who the fuck said you were fat? I'll kick their ass! Who was the fucker that made you feel insecure??", he leans up and moves from you, sits up on the bed, and looks at the floor, "No one had to say anything. I have eyes, you know? I get dressed around men every single day, I've seen more men naked in the last ten years than most people have in a lifetime.. I can see the differences between us." you scramble up to sit next to him, angry and shocked that he's thinking these things about himself, "How the fu-.. no! Absolutely not! What the hell?? No! You are not less than any other guy. In fact! You're hotter than all of them combined! There is not a single guy out there that can compete with you and win. You're just..." you gesture wildly, can't even pin down exactly what he stands for and how insanely attractive he is, "You're everything! You're all of it! You're smart, you're cultured, you have unbelievably quick reflexes, you have a body that would make Gods jealous, you're so fucking fine.., you also have the stamina of a fighting bull and.." you trail off, get distracted by all the flashes of heated memories flooding your mind, all the times he's had you whining, writhing, moaning, biting and clawing at him.. all the times he's had you in tears from how good he is.. all the times he's left you wobbly legged and sore, faint even hours after he was done, dreaming about it and wanting more.. your voice is clearly affected when you speak again "You're so good, baby, no one can match you. Ever. You're the whole package. You're so sweet and caring too, and loving, and supportive. You make me feel so safe, so loved, so confident.." you feel deeply hurt that he makes you feel beautiful and desirable every time yet he's riddled with insecurity and you can't fix it as easily, you don't have to be subjected to seeing women you know on the covers of 'Hottest Guy Alive' magazines and making it to the tops of 'hottest players' lists.. he has to see that. Polls, online discussions, debates, comments, everything from everywhere. Subjected to scrutiny. Criticism. Comments about their bodies and doubts about their fitness levels depending on their shape. It makes you sick. Makes your blood boil. It happens to women, of course, but men rarely get another man defending them. Especially in this field. You want him to see it, want him to know it. So.. you take the best approach you know how: go for his ego. Turn him on. You get closer to him, say softly, "This is strictly off the record and just between us but...", whisper right in his ear, "You're so fucking hot that I'm always soaked around you..." he straightens up, gives you such a heated look.. you keep whispering, looking him in the eyes, "Especially lately... you haven't touched me in so long.. just the other night... I-.." "You what?" you can feel him radiating heat, radiating need..

"You were sleeping naked.. which you rarely do lately and it's really fucking offensive mind you.. but.. the sheet had moved down because you keep tossing and turning lately.. and you were just there.. totally naked... hard.. and I.. fuck, I wanted it so badly.. I've missed you so much.. that I just touched myself imagining all the times that we've woken each other up to have sex.." he scoots closer to you, his eyes are on fire.. "Did you now?" you nod and bite your lip softly, whisper so so quietly "I was completely drenched.. I've.. really missed you... you have no idea how attractive you are.. and the effect that has on me.." he kisses you so roughly. Pulls you to him tightly, his tongue making it's way to stroke against yours, he pulls back and bites your lip, grins when you whine, kisses you deeper, spit and tongues mixing together as you fall back into a pile on the bed. His hands leave a fire in their wake as he pulls your dress off of you in a hurry, you undress him just as hurriedly, albeit rougher than he was, desperate to get him exactly where you need him. It's a need at this point. The same way you need to breath to survive. You need him to survive too. You go insane without his touch. You've been so irritated and on edge lately... he's been so cranky too... because you're both balls of pent up sexual frustration. "You're not fat, not even a bit. The only thing that's fat about you is your co-" he laughs into the kiss he gives you, a light-hearted laugh, and a giddy feeling spreads through your body. He hasn't been this happy in a long while. You love his laugh, you love everything about him. You cling to him as his body sinks into yours, so deep that sparks burst behind your eyelids. It's been enough time since this happened that it's a stretch.. he's.. not the smallest man around, in fact.. "Fucking hell, you're too much, you know that?" he just laughs, low and rough, mixed with a moan right there in your ear, "You've never complained before.. quite the contrary, baby.." he's right. You love the feeling of him. How big he is, how heavy his body is on top of yours, how warm and sturdy he feels too.. he makes you feel caged, but in the most comforting way possible. He's breathing in your ear as he thrusts slowly, it's been a while for him too, he needs to go slow for the sake of both of you. Needs to let both of your bodies adjust again, sink into this feeling, enjoy how good it feels when you're this close. He's missed you like this, under him and so willing.. he's missed your body as badly as he's missed closeness to you. He's such an idiot for going this long without touching and kissing you..

He sinks even deeper as he drops more of his weight on you, you whine loudly and bite on his shoulder, nails digging into his strong arms. A struggling, disbelieving laugh is exhaled from him, he shivers and moans roughly. He doesn't even want to move, just wants to stay right here, exactly like this, forever. He pauses to enjoy the feeling, the warmth, the slickness, the clenching. How soft your skin is. How pliable and tender you are under him. He feels every bit of him touching every bit of you. Suddenly he becomes hyper aware of that. His naked body is touching yours. His stomach... he's taken the biggest dislike to his stomach now... he doesn't have the tight, washboard abs he sees on most guys. He's meatier, always been. It makes him insecure lately. And he's now hyper aware that that fleshiness is touching your body. He recoils at the thought, his body tenses up and you feel it immediately. He starts to pull away but you lock your legs around his hips, pull him back, say desperately, nearly in tears, "No, no no no. Don't. Please don't, I need it so badly. I've missed you. I want you so much, god, I want you so badly. Don't. No, just don't." he pauses, tries to clench his abs so he can make his softness less evident, so it doesn't touch you that closely, and you know he's doing it. You used to do just that at the start. Tried to make your body look and feel more toned. So that he'd love you and he wouldn't find you unattractive. He made you realise that he thinks you're the hottest thing on two legs no matter how you look. So.. "I love your tummy, stop doing that shit." it startles him, he looks down at you and you're starring right into his eyes. You lock gazes and your voice is dripping with need when you speak "You don't realise how fucking amazing it feels.. you don't get that your body is just.. amazing for sex. I want you to press down on me because it.. I can't explain it but it feels so good. Like you're touching me deeper even without touching me. It feels amazing, it's just.. sex with you feels godly. Relax. I want to feel your body, all of you. Because it feels really fucking good from my end and you're robbing me of a really good orgasm if you hold back.. and that is what I might have to leave you over.." he looks unsure for a long moment. You play with his hair, your other hand runs your nails up and down the middle of his back and you feel him shiver, he moans softly.. his lids slide shut.. and you feel it. He starts to relax, little by little, let's all the restraint go and presses down on you.

You can feel every millimetre of him pressed to you. Locking you down against the mattress, overheating your skin. Making you dizzy, skin on fire as he speeds up, sinks so deep that your eyes can't focus and you have to shut them. There's a pounding in your head, your heart is beating so fast that you can feel the veins pulsating in your temples. Every muscle, every tendon, and every bulging vein in his body is palpable to you. You feel the tensing and the relaxing, the tendons stretching and pulling back, you can feel his blood rushing in his veins, his heart beats in sync with yours pressed tightly to your breast. You're only one body in this moment. You feel the tummy pressing into you, putting pressure on your core, something that feels so good and he tried to pull away from you.. nearly robbed you of one thing that drives you wild. You love the look of him, you love the feel of him even more. It makes you desperate, pant for air, makes you shiver and moan, soft and whiny, into his neck. Makes you rise higher and higher as you tighten more and more around him. He's speaking but you can't focus on what he's saying, so lost in your own need that all his whispered words turn into just the hum of his sexy voice in your ear. You can feel it building up at the base of your spine, can almost touch it right at your fingertips. He moves faster, whispering something that sounds so sexy yet you can't make out exactly what it is, and you just crumble under him. Claw his back, bite his shoulder, muffle your garbled whines and moans and fall apart so hard that you feel you're melting all over. You feel him, right there, right along with you too. It feels heavenly, you've missed him so much. You're giggling and crying afterwards, muffled sounds into his shoulder, tears staining his skin as you shake and cling to him. He pulls back, concerned that you're hurt, you look at him and give him a watery smile. "I love you so much." emotion chokes you and he looks affected too "I love you so deeply, I love you.". Tears are running down your face as giggles burst from you. You pull him down into a kiss, melt into him, sigh so relaxed and just hold him tightly. He rolls sideways and takes you with him, holds you close and plays with your hair, kisses your temple as you trace circles on his chest and rub your face all over him like a cat. "Are you okay?" he asks almost a little concerned and you nod, smile up at him, "I missed you.." you're rewarded with a sweet kiss, a soft smile and a caress to your cheek, "I missed you too. I'm really sorry for being a dickhead. I was a fucking idiot, I'm sorry." you nuzzle him and say "I think I can forgive you..." he raises an eyebrow and gives you that look he always does "If..." you sigh.. smile so sweetly.. devil personified.. "If you keep doing that all night.. you know.. to make up for all the times you haven't lately.." he burst into a light laugh and says, a little cocky, "I think I can manage that.." before he's kissing you breathless. It's going to be a long night, but that's exactly what you had been planning for..

[garfinkelstingle]

Hi! I absolutely love your fics, could you do a fake insta fic with timothee? The face claim being Rachel Zegler with she/her pronouns. Thanks!

pairing: timothee chalamet x fem!reader

a/n: nonnie there is no excuse as to why this took me so long apart from the fact that i was in a slump... but now i am (sorta) not! i hope you guys like it and have a great day & week xxx (also some of these "posts" are very self-indulgent AND i'm going to the eras tour twice next year so i'm just so excited aaahhhh!!!!!!)

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yourinstagram miscast23 gala!! loved every second of it (and not just because i felt like a million bucks in this dress)

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tchalamet how are you real???

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tchalamet like i'm serious it should be illegal to be this good-looking my gOd

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yourfan36 THEYRE SO CUTE WHAT

yourfan89 mommy? sorry, mommy?

haileesteinfeld hot stuff

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tchalamet felt cute, won't delete later cause my girlfriend won't let me

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yourfan78 im literally so jealous i couldn get tickets rip

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yournamenews Y/N via her Instagram story yesterday

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yourfan15 i thought this was fake at first but she even put it in her highlight????

timmyfan39 wish i had someone who looked at me the way timmy looks at y/n ughhh

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timmyfan98 the fact that my two (three) faves had dinner together yesterday has done more for my mental health than my parents ever did

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tchalamet personally i think that the earrings are the highlight of this picture

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[asmogorna]

Okay so there’s this ww artist on ig called like tooth lilys or something and he’s always causing drama in the ww fandom and he mouthed off about your art and now heaps of insta ww fans are like talking about you :| free publicity?

ahhhh so thats whats happening .. lmao thats crazy

i checked out their story, and i sure doooo love how they leave some things out when talking about both situations that they mentioned to make me look worse ..

ok so

warning, yap session incoming

the "will wood in a (miku) binder" thing happened back in fall 2023 when i was still semi new to the fandom and didnt know a lot of things. so tho i to this day i dont think it was that big of a deal, i wouldnt do it today

it was an artwork made for shits and giggles, the context of which i have explained here before. i never meant to imply that will wood is trans and i certainly dont "headcanon" him as that. my curse is that even when joking around i tend to try and make my art look good, so i get why people thought it was unironic. and i know that it sounds like a lame ass excuse, but it legit didnt cross my mind that people would think i drew will wood as a trans guy or smth. legit my only thought process was "funny haha internet thing" + "my favorite thing" = "good idea"

now the usage of his real name is something i am genuinely sorry for, but it was an accident and a genuine mistake on my part. i remember seeing someone mention it casually in some comment section, and assuming that it was ok, since i didnt know he was in any way against it. (i also thought that it was the same name that he used in "the real will wood" in that one section cus it sounded a bit similar).

when i was informed about the fact that he doesnt want it spread around i deleted the post right away and apologized, so bringing it up like something i did on purpose and out of malicious intent is a tad bit .. misfitting, if you can use that word

now the hot topic of the day: my waywood art

i have said this before and i will say this again, how i feel about rpf is solely based off how the people involved feel about it

to clarify: i never drew anything inappropriate or even suggestive with them, the "worst" thing is 2 simple sketches of them smoochin. or. this.

idk if this is what they were referring to when talking about me drawing will wood and gerard way "making out" (specifically. because i think "making out" implies to be more sexual stuff than small kisses). and if so, then it once again feels like blowing things out of proportion

and now the point i want you to get: will wood wouldnt give a flying fuck

like i said earlier, i never drew anything inappropriate, because that would actually cross will's existent and real boundaries. you know, the ones that he stated

im not making some conspiracy theories about him being gay, like some people seem to imply in their inbox messages to me

im not sending a whole ass smut fanfiction to litwtc gmail or something, i dont bother him in instagram dms asking if he wants to fuck gerard way, im not shipping him with people who he actually knows personally and has to look in the eyes of from time to time

im not doing anything that he would actually care about

him and chris have joked about him being attracted to gerard before, and though im not saying that you can joke about everything theyve ever joked about, i feel like in our case its clear that will clearly doesnt care about the implications ? (i generally believe that ww fans would get their panties twisted about less things if more of them listened to what these 2 talk about so calmly on litwtc but i digress)

if he saw that some random teenager on tumblr is drawing him and gerard way (gasp of horror) holding hands, he'd laugh at it max and then move on with his day

people are treating the whole situation like i posted pictures of him from when he was a kid or leaked patreon content or drew him fully naked or anything else that, you know, would actually affect him in one way or another

what im doing is innocent fun which isnt even likely to reach either of them. will wood very rarely checks tumblr and, once again, i genuinely dont believe he would care. and gerard way aint got no internet + he doesnt care x 2

it is weird but rn this is what brings me the most joy, even if its silly to say. both will wood and gerard way mean a lot to me and putting them in situations together makes me happy. i am but a child full of fun whimsy

i wont be posting any more explicitly romantic art to avoid more drama, and i also wont be responding to all the anon messages i received because there are like .. too many of them. an overwhelming amount i'd say. sorry about that

i really didnt mean to cause such a fuss, and i understand why some people might be uncomfortable with what i do

i fully understand why you would dislike my waywood hyperfixation shenanigans, and i dont have a problem w you over that, but treating me like pure evil because of a thing so insignificant is just.. overdoing it

once again, i will be toning it down, but it really isnt the end of the world if i dare to draw will wood and gerard way being a tad bit gay (which is, i apparently need to mention, not me actually saying that will wood the alternative musician is a homosexual gay who is in a genuine for real actual real gay homosexual relationship with gerard fucking way the lead singer of my chemical romance. i think speculating on other people's sexuality and gender identity is boooo tomato tomato tomato)

sorry for the rant and sorry to all who were disappointed by my lack of remorse. come back in a couple years when i turn 18 and stop having fun and artistic freedom

thank you for your attention and i hope i at least cleared some things up to those who werent w me throughout every event where i get involved in fandom drama

bye bye

[artsyannierose]

Nene’s Dead Corpse and her ghost bf

randomly made a crap ton more sense to me

why?

fricking school (screw school I hate you (no not rly I’m just stressed))

Anyway I’m a biomed class where unit 1 is studying medical investigations forensic science style

and one of the things is like, what happens to a person after the body has been dead for a while (post mortem or sum, see im learning :D)

Things like algor mortis, livor mortis, I’ve heard of. In fact I’ve even studied the clouding of the corneas before, but it never got to me till today

maybe it’s cause I cannot for the life of me study forensics without my wild imagination giving me nightmares or just panicking when I’m alone but aNyWays

I tend to imagine characters associated with death in these scenarios so I don’t lose it in class💀

*cough* Nene *cough cough*

So as I was taking notes on the slideshow, some of the images of clouded corneas reminded me strangely of something familiar, but at that point I couldn’t tell. There’s something haunting about the eyes (or maybe it’s just my over-analytical brain loving small details like this) they’re GORGEOUS

LIKE

IDK THEYRE PRETTY

Maybe it’s ‘cause the true color of the iris is completely visible in all its glory, without the pupil obscuring it

(something like this?? A little vivid tho lol)

but like

there’s no

life

no reflection, no emotion…nothing (which is so hauntingly beautiful leave me alone I’m a sucker for this now)

it’s literally just an eye with nothing but color

and then it hit me…it’s exactly the look Nene had when Mirai fast-forwarded her time

you can see in the image it’s just her plain magenta eyes with a fuzzy de-saturated blob in the center…aka clouded corneas

And that honestly made me realize that in this scene she’s not—she’s not even unconscious

No she’s literally, physiologically dead

THAT IS A CORPSE HE IS HOLDING

she is literally a dead body this hits me so hard😭😭

and I can imagine algor mortis kicked in by then, her body was probably cold to the touch

so imagine how he felt, and I’m aware people have analyzed his emotions but just think about it

he’s always seen her so full of life and hope, and now all he has left is an empty shell of her, cold and dead with no life left inside

…just like him

the more I think about it Hanako is just an animated corpse

he has no reflection in his eyes most of the time because he is ✨dead✨

I mean Mei, Mitsuba, and Hanako don’t have a little white reflection dot like Nene and Kou

Or maybe I’m overthinking it and Nene’s eyes are just super reflective

even for someone who presumably took his own life, he probably never saw tsukasa’s body start postmortem and actually feel dead bc it looked extremely bloody ngl (I’m guessing he killed himself right after 💔)

and now he’s holding someone he cares about like this for the first time and I’ll bet that scarred him

and he figured out that never, never ever did he ever want to see his sweet assistant like this again, lifeless in his arms

and so after that, cue Hanako in his villain era who basically became a yandere the entire picture perfect lmao

and he was unbelievably adamant about it too

I mean honestly if I held anybody I knew lifeless like that I’d be scarred for life and crying for days

seeing the light drained from someone’s eyes is so interestingly sad to me

Look at the difference:

Happy

vs Sad/Determined

vs Depressed (ig??)

vs Dead

She still has so much emotion in her eyes

and then d e a d

literally looks like a porcelain doll

wait she looks so pale in the last image compared to the others now that I think about it

I love aidairo’s eye for detail it’s so fun to figure out

Well anyways thanks for coming to my Ted Talk essay atp-

IT’S PAST 1 AM AND I SHOULD BE STUDYING FOR SAID BIOMED CLASS AND HERE I AN GOING ON A TANGENT ABOUT A FICTIONAL CHARACTER’S EYES

send help

anyways excuse me while I grab a box of strawberries to munch on and cry my eyes out all over my homework before I sleep-

[idkimboredrnsodoomscroll]

It’s really funny watching Agatha All Along with gen x parents. Because no matter how accepting they are and “woke” so to say (I mean I haven’t come out to them but they suspect and make jabs) but like they’re still a little “unintentionally homophobic?” Like they aren’t trying to be but like shit doesn’t make sense to them and like they still subconsciously think things they were taught when they grew up.

Like I just rewatched Agatha All Along (for the 5th time 💀) with them (it’s their first) and we watched all 4 episodes, and like even after the whole ya know…almost kiss and like super sexual tension shit that went on in that episode. They were still coming up with reasons on why they could possibly not be into each other (Rio and Agatha) because they didn’t actually kiss.

It was kinda funny because what they were saying kinda made sense and like I could see how they saw it from their point of view. But like they were totally wrong. And like my dad didn’t believe me until I looked it up and proved it was confirmed 💀. And like after that they were totally fine with it and still are looking forward to the next episode. But like why could they just accept the very obvious fact? Why did they keep making excuses? They are in NO way homophobic people, we are an arts family and my dad is friends with many gay people and theater people. It just amuses me ig how hard it was for them to accept it, while being VERY accepting gen X people.

Idk anyone else have thoughts on it? I have like so much more to say but I don’t know how to word it.

Also like I love my parents so much and I’m so grateful and lucky to have them specifically as the person I am and this is in no way trying to bash and hate on my parents it’s just more interest in the different ways of thinking we have.

[thebroccolination]

it confuses the hell out of me how Tumblr out of all places harbors most negativity toward BMF. situation it's much better now though, but the early period and before the show aired was nothing but spite an vitriol filling the tags. on the bright side, pretty much every other platform is head over heels for BMF, especially Reddit. they're usually critical af but BMF seems to be universally praised. anyways, I'm beyond excited for the remaining eps, and here's hoping for a strong finale so this show becomes one of the often recommended ones 🙏

On BMF getting more negativity on Tumblr than other places:

I thiiiiink it's because Tumblr has an especially high North American/European user base, and that's where the majority of the Krist hate seems to come from. What people still point to (the IG story, the rape filter joke, the "I don't want to watch Singto specifically kiss other men because this is fanservice on a variety TV show that people are going to quote out of context as me saying I don't like watching men kiss" thing) are either debunked or happened years ago, but when interfans arrived in droves in 2020, they kicked up old news like it was brand new and passed around hearsay like it was fact.

I mean, even I've learned new things since I made my post and thread about Krist back in September. For one, GMM didn't arrange his press conference in 2020 to address the issues. Krist did. Even though he'd already apologized multiple times over the years for things he never repeated, he still wanted to take accountability because of the amount of attention interfans were bringing to it. Part of that press conference was Krist even saying he'd never make excuses for what he's done and that he'll apologize as long as he's asked to.

The first(?) apology Krist made for the IG story was long, long ago, one I can't even find a translation for, that's how long ago it was. But Krist's long-time fans said that someone did translate it, but their English wasn't strong, so interfans picked apart their translation as if Krist's apology was lacking. (It's like how some interfans criticized Win in Between Us for being forceful because the subtitles originally said "kiss me" when what he actually said in Thai was "can I kiss you?" Interfans who don't speak Thai just make assumptions based on translations sometimes and it's part of my villain origin story.) Again, I don't have the apology to hand, but apparently one part of it was Krist saying something like, "I responded without thinking of how it would look. As a Y actor, I don't have those kinds of bigoted thoughts. This is my home, and I'm very proud of and supportive of the community that's raised me and cared for me," and the fan translation apparently paraphrased all of that into something like, "As a BL actor, of course I'm not homophobic." So like. Even when he's apologized, interfans have historically found a way to throw rocks at him anyway, so it gets exhausting to see people casually calling him homophobic because Melanie in Minnesota saw a screenshot of an IG story on Twitter and then made a list of six problematic BL actors you should definitely avoid because they skin babies and punt puppies into volcanoes.

On BMF being great:

I'm so excited for the last three episodes. \:D/

I'm so proud of Krist and Gawin for the work they've done up until now. It's wild to think about the amount of information they had to keep in mind as they were filming. Because, like, series already film out of order, but they also had to keep in mind different timelines of the same characters out of order. The fact that you can see not only Kawi's growth but everyone else's as well so fluidly and consistently over the episodes so far says a great deal about the quality of the production, I think. The directing, the writing, the acting. All of it is really, truly phenomenal.

Aaahhhh why is it only Tuesday. :'(

ANYWAY thank you, Anon! Sorry for the rant about Krist. I'm just tired of seeing him get so much hate for years on end when he's such a loving and giving person who's been a vocal queer ally since SOTUS. Not just during Pride, either. He really has been deeply misconstrued by interfans at large, and I just hope the people who've made up their minds about hating him (and the ones who've made their hate so public they're too stubborn to admit they misread him) will just learn to ignore him and stop tormenting him. He's already suffered panic attacks and depression as a result of the constant abuse, and it's repulsive that anyone thinks that's acceptable to do.

[noihavenosanitythanksforasking]

Can I give you some honest advice? Do your own research on the Noah topic. Because the anon that said the rape was a lie is full of shit.

The situation is a lot more complicated, and people truly vilified Noah for things he didn't actively do and that he didn't actively say.

Noah didn't say or do anything outrageous. Someone held up a sticker with him in frame and he didn't agree with it (didn't disagree either I'll grant you that) but he didn't hold it, it wasn't his.

And his IG post should tell you everything you need to know because he was literally saying what everyone should be saying. That innocent people didn't deserve to die - whether they're Israeli or Palestinians.

And the thing is, Noah is Jewish, how he understands and perceives his own culture has to be acknowledged as well. But please, do your own research.

You said you're I'm new to the fandom but I'm sorry for my bluntness but is no excuse for bringing up a subject like this without having the full picture. Because that's how misinformation is spread, with people not taking a few minutes of their day to understand something before even posting about it and bringing up a topic that has been talked about ad nauseum.

If you want to vilify a teen boy be my guest, but make sure you're doing for the eight reasons and based on what you actually know and not what some random online told you.

girl i am doing my own research?? am i not allowed to express my concerns on my own blog on the internet? im legit a 17 year old kid tryna figure out what the hell happened and what to believe. im not attacking anyone. i never said i was taking one persons word for it. im just trying to figure out what i believe. i personally dont give two shits about anyone's political opinion but i DO CARE that thousands of children are being killed. im not saying that noah is a terrible person im just trying to understand. everyone makes mistakes and im allowed to be disappointed in a public figure for being tone deaf or whatever. im not calling for his death. im not sure why my tumblr is suddenly a battlefield just because i saw that he apparently didnt consult his pr team before making a post. sure maybe he did nothing wrong. that doesnt change the fact that he hurt people? again im not trying to attack anyone nor do i have the authority to make any sort of statement but im allowed to be upset/ want to look into the topic without being treated like im holding a gun to his head. im not trying to be rude and obviously this is a sensitive topic for you and i get that. your totally entitled to your opinion and beliefs and im not trying to take that away from you.

if i was a influencer with thousands of followers and very much in the public eye i would understand your advice on this. but im not? im a kid on my blog with a very small following of people who most definitely do not hold my opinion as law. no one is making their opinion off of mine (and if you are dont bro). i dont even have an opinion yet??? im looking into the topic as we speak.

i dont know noah. im not jewish. im not Palestinian. i am not educated on any of the politics involved and i dont want to be. all i care about is people are dying. and thats not okay. weather or not noah was supporting the genocide or not his actions were tone deaf and obviously not throught through. yes he is a teenager. however noah is a public figure. thousands of people look up to him. he has a team of people managing him and no matter how you spin it it shouldn't have happened. again im not saying hes a terrible person im saying he made a mistake? im not calling for his death or wtv. please understand that i am legitimately just trying to figure it out for myself. posting something on the internet (that was not in any way shape or form attacking him or calling a terrible person whatsoever) to try and see other peoples ideas on the situation is a normal part of information gathering.

i hope this didnt sound rude im not trying to be rude im just trying to communicate my stance rn

[star-drip]

random lore update that makes no sense again and probably overlaps and contradicts everything!! yay!!!

anyway, my favorite thing about the cult in my paracosm is how closely it follows the "boiling frog" metaphor.

(ig i should put a tw for the mention of animal harm, also transphobia/death/harm mentions)

"The boiling frog is an apologue describing a frog being slowly boiled alive. The premise is that if a frog is put suddenly into boiling water, it will jump out, but if the frog is put in tepid water which is then brought to a boil slowly, it will not perceive the danger and will be cooked to death. The story is often used as a metaphor for the inability or unwillingness of people to react to or be aware of sinister threats that arise gradually rather than suddenly."

i've always loved learning about cults and groups of people who share some kind of unique practice/belief. real stories and fictional stories are both equally as interesting imo. my favorites have always been the ones that are morally wrong to us but so normal to the group. i also just like the "evil" ones lmao.

OH MY GOD I WANT TO REWATCH HEREDITARY!!! i feel like it is perfect inspo for how i kind of want to go with my paracosm's cult. (hard movie to watch though. mentally draining asf. the lore is amazing though)

if it wasn't horrendously obvious, the way my paracosm operates changes all the time, but the main theme of manipulation and cold comfort always stays the same. >:)

they worship demons, yes, but they also just believe a bunch of random shit for no real reason. like, how butterflies mean somebody is blessed and how moths can "tell them" to harm/possess/people. they often use this to make excuses to sacrifice people. they also drop their blood on random flowers as a gift to nature. like, okay, you do you. i guess. 🥰

so for some shit i already mentioned a long time ago (i think), emerson was given to her aunt, because she was born after luca. her mom only wanted one kid and not two. emerson is still fully aware of this shit with the cult and branded, but she's still not fully immersed into it like luca is (they are also severely transphobic to him so that's fun!)

fun fact! anyone seen as "possessed/part demon" is seen as "godly" until they step into the real world that has regular beliefs! then it is basically the purest form of evil! fun!

most people in the cult are "cursed" at a young age to be like this. it causes the curse to be branded on their skin. :3

this cult is basically the rival to like anyone's morals ever. you will be seen as the worst person ever by everybody if you are in this cult. everyone who is a part of this has to hide the branding at all times and show no signs of the "demon magic," whatever the hell that is.

BACK TO THE MANIPULATIVE SHIT

basically, they do what any cult does. they find vulnerable people and preach their beliefs to them, telling them how much it changed their lives for the better. they will even tell fake stories. they just want their group to grow more powerful.

what are their main beliefs? these demons are good guys and not horrible pieces of shit like everyone says! they make you soo connected to the spirits (yes there is a spirit world that people can go to. not everyone can access it) and totally not draining you of your soul! you just have the most powerful religion!! it's powers!!

honestly, half of the people that grew up around this stuff just assume it's normal until, one day, they realize it's not?? scary shit. i love that shit. i love the crisis moments.

the people that end up being sacrificed are often the ones that find out how bad it actually is too, and they tried to get help (wonderful. spectacular. nobody saw that coming).

what exactly is bad about it though besides killing people? 😟

(tw again) promotes harm of any kind. self harm, abuse, sacrifice, promoting false hope, feeds on weakness- tells them that this is all for a good cause, it is not. lmao.

i don't have it all figured out. i still don't have any real rules for the magic. it's just kinda there right now. 🥰

OH. do luca and emerson's friends know? NOT YET. (except for aiden because he was low key involved for a minute).

okay bye.

(oh, also, the spirit world rivals with the demonic part all the time. it's almost like kingdoms or parts of land or some shit.) byeee

[thelonesomequeen]

Seriously, they actually believe that calling his wife an escort and harassing him and they’re friends and family is actually helping him. They think they know more about him then he does. They even claimed they are trying to save his career 🤭//

and they continually blame it all on Chris because he brought her into their world. They never take any responsibility for their actions. It’s always it’s Chris’s fault.

Yep Chris has made them behave like they do and because they have this version of what AB is like in their heads they think it’s ok to body shame and name call her and not only her but just about anyone connected to either of them. The false accusations they started and others believe them. How many times have you seen her described as an escort and that other word with absolutely no evidence its true.

I can’t imagine what kind of DMs they have received.

The fact they can’t walk away shows just how obsessed they all are and you have to laugh at their excuses as to why they are still here. “I just want to see how it ends”, “I just here for the fun” etc

And everytime someone has a different opinion to them they are immediately labelled as a plant or someone from their team. Every time something happens it a plant or planned. God if you believe them AB spends all day on tumblr/IG/LSA.🙄

They are so predictable with their actions. It funny to watch

And they really think they know what Chris and co are doing all the time.

The most hilarious thing is they going on how they are not private and yet here we are not knowing anything about their lives. Now and then there’s but we see of her with friends or a sighting (which is always labeled as fake if it’s a him with her unless there’s pictures and even then they are called photoshopped or not them or old)

They go on about the thousands of articles about the wedding but again no real details of the event and we don’t even know if the whole NDA thing is actually true. I mean the articles can’t even agree on the location in MA and I think that’s the way Chris wants it. He has closed off from the public it’s so obvious and a small bit of that is because of the ‘crazy but we’re not crazy fans. If I saw like I did the other day someone wishing my partner would die I certainly would turn away from the public/fandom. The so called fandom/hate accounts have only themselves to blame.

[carebearmareee]

the 1

tws: cursing, talks about faked death, fight(ish)??, running away from home, lots of angst but it gets better, implied anxiety (ig?? idk i’m bad at putting tws and i apologize for that)

in which vincent solaire needed a permanent vacation from new mexico, from his friends, from his life. so he decided to fake his own death, leaving everyone and everything that he loved behind (except for his camera, his favorite book, and money that was supposed to be paying for college).

vincent solaire has been lonely ever since the however many years ago he decided to trick everyone he ever knew into thinking he was dead. well… not necessarily everyone. the only excuse was them. he had to tell them, had to let them know that he would be safe. but he did not plan on ever seeing his first love again, especially not at the crowded bus stop of the place he had ran away to.

there was no way in hell, he was just going to flat out deny the fact that he even saw lovely there, if it even was his lovely, he had no way of being sure and didn’t want to confirm his suspicions either way. but, oh, how he missed them. he missed their laugh, their beautiful smile, the stupid jokes that they always cracked, and the way that they made him feel, like he was truly wanted by someone for once. and vincent couldn’t help but stare out of the corner of his eye. they looked different, older, but still just as pretty as the day that he left, the day that he tried not to think about because it only made him miss them even more.

“please, lovely, come with me.”

the look on their face after he had told them his idea was one that he would never forget, a concerned pout had found it’s way onto their lips, eyebrows furrowed slightly. they looked like they were about to cry, and it hurt vincent to remember it.

“you- you know i can’t do that vinny. i have my future all planned out, you know i could never do that. i need to finish school! i’m sorry..”

“lovely, you have no reason to be sorry. i just- i’m gonna miss you,” he sobbed, moving closer to give them a tight hug, “i’m gonna miss you so fucking much."

lovely pulled away from the hug, looking vincent in the eyes, "no, vincent. no. i can't do this. i can't just lie for you when everyone is worrying about where you are and if you're even alive or not!"

"i'm sorry, i need to do this. you know my parents don't exactly approve of me doing what i want, even now that i've moved halfway across town they still find ways to try and control me, and i'm just tired of it! i need to leave, even if that leaving comes with consequences, it's the only way i might be able to be myself. i want you to know that i will always love you, whether i see you again after tonight or not."

they sighed, gently grabbing his hands, "i'll try to lie for you. but please don't actually die or something," they teased, blinking back the tears in their eyes as vincent leaned in to give them one last kiss goodbye.

the memory left as quickly as it had came, leaving vincent aching to talk to them, because no matter how much he tried to deny it, there was just one thing that he missed about new mexico. his lovely. he was sure now, that this person was the same one he had loved all those years ago, he could tell by the way their brow furrowed as they looked down at their phone, and from the silver ring with a small heart made of pearl in the center that they wore on their ring finger, they fiddled with it (vincent had also noticed this, a habit that he knew they were prone to) while holding their phone with the other. it was the little things that vincent liked to look for, and also remember. he really liked maine (despite the bitter winters), but he still missed them.

lost in thought, he hadn’t even noticed the bus that had pulled up at the stop, his mind to busy reminiscing about the past to even notice it. someone tapped him on the shoulder.

“hey- um, the bus is here,” the stranger said politely

he turned around quickly, only to find that the stranger was not in fact a stranger at all, but his lovely. and they seemed to realize the same thing, because when their eyes met their expression was nothing but pure shock and terror.

“oh my- holy… vincent?” they asked quietly, even though they knew damn well that he was in fact, still vincent.

jokes were the only thing that kept vincent going in moments of chaos or panic. they to helped ease the tension when someone asked him how his childhood was or if one of his friends grilled him about his mental health, it had become such a habit, even in a serious moment like this, the only thing he could think of to say was, “well you see- i actually go by hugh, now,” he cleared his throat quickly, “hugh jass, if we’re getting fancy.” he would regret saying that in a few seconds, but for now, he just flashed a stupid grin.

the bus had pulled away by now.

“you leave me for six fucking years and THAT’S the first thing you say to me?!! I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE YOU AGAIN! AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN THINK TO CALL ME, THE ONE TIME I TRY TO GET AWAY FROM STUPID FUCKING NEW MEXICO OF COURSE, I JUST HAD TO RUN INTO YOU OF ALL PEOPLE.”

people waiting for the next bus were starting to look at them now, many of them being people that vincent knew. almost all of them wondering who the boy they had grown to love was getting yelled at by.

“hey- um lovely,” he winced, he hadn’t meant to call them that, but old habits die hard. it’s not like it’s easy to just forget a nickname that he used for someone who he had thought had been the one. he watched their eyes wander to the ground when he said it, he remembered it all to well that it hurt. because maybe they could still be the one, and it would just take time, “we need to talk. and not here, like somewhere private, and i can explain, and you can explain. i think i- i think we both need this. please?” he was honestly desperate at this point, any old feelings that he had shoved down and tried to hide had come bursting up to the surface.

maybe vincent solaire was lonely since the six (yes, he remembers how many years it has been now that he received a lecture from them) years that he left new mexico. maybe it would change in the three hours that the two talked about where the both of them had went wrong. maybe the change started when he offered for them to stay the night, but they were sleeping on the couch wether they liked it or not, because they did not want to make anything awkward. something may have changed when vincent made them coffee just how they liked it the next morning. days turned into weeks, the couch turned into vincent’s bed, which eventually turned into cuddling, and then to kissing (vincent swears that after their “first” kiss, he was very calm. lovely tells a different [truer] story.), dates and buying new clothes that were more fit for the chilly maine weather, vincent thinks that he was a fool to ever leave new mexico, even though he was miserable there, somehow fate had brought the good parts about new mexico back to him, in fiddling with rings, in bright smiles, in watching sunsets, in dinner dates. in his lovely.

“i wonder if things would have been different.”

“hmm?” they look up at him lazily, hands not stopping petting the orange and white cat in their lap (vincent got the cat after few months of lovely living with him and realizing that they weren’t going to leave).

“if i never left. if you went off to college and i just stayed. maybe we wouldn’t be together now.”

“oh, stop, you know that stuff creeps me out. besides, i’m here with you now, that’s all that matters, vinny.”

[hislittleraincloud]

“She hasn’t said anything because her stans” Anon be serious, her stans HATE Miller’s Girl but she at least posted stories about it. Stop making excuses for Jenna lmaooo. She had the courage to post about Palestine despite the fact that a lot of people are zionists but is afraid of posting about some romcom movie?

I don't know what stories Ortega posted abt MG because I was too busy writing AB. But from what we did see, I saw VERY LITTLE promotion for Miller's Girl. In fact I think it might've been either the Anon who told me that there was a movie about an Afterburn Wednesday-like character she was playing and that was just before I published the chapter with the MG-like flashback w/Fortunato in it...it was either that Anon or the fic wife, and either way, I didn't see a damn thing about it.

But as for WSSF, let's say that Jercy was an actual thing. That you know, in the normal days of television before this shitty internet happened, that's what co-stars who were attracted to each other would do, and co-stars who are attracted to each other often go do little pet side projects together (or go to fashion and awards shows together). And let's just say, for the sake of argument, that Jercy was happy together before all of the Wenclairs went completely psycho on PHW because of some misplaced possessive protectiveness of JO. That during that happiness, they made a little movie together, a movie they both thought might slip into the pocket of their shared experiences as the weird Tim Burton power couple as they continued on with Wednesday.

If you were Ortega, how would you fucking feel right now about it?

I think the drinking's probably a tell (and may be one of the reasons she's just started...looking like she does). Y'all don't want her to have anything nice, you just want to use her as the rubber doll that you use her as with all of those goddamn Jenna Ortega x reader 'fics'.

Also re: the Palestine stuff, she links but does/says nothing else while Barrera is always yammering on about it on her IG. She's left her charity stuff (all/most of the activist things she "cared about" when she was a teen) behind as far as I can see (if not, feel free to UD me). She seems to want to be that rubber doll for us...disengaging from fans is part of that "here, lookit my face/tits, lookit my work, love me" ride she's on (it's funny because celebs like that often whine about not being understood or appreciated for who they are as people, wahhh I got feelings blah blah...then they refuse to tell us who they are as people, or they make up shit for 🌸Stories🌸).

I mean, do it now before things really go South, do it while young...but don't forget that we have a glut of info/entertainment already and don't get upset over the sketchier things you yourself stepped into eyes wide open.

Ha ha, I think this is the whiplash another Anon mentioned regarding how I yap about her. I guess that I have a compulsion to temper things with a little reality dressing due to the fickle nature of humans. ETA: BRUH THIS IS ONE OF THOSE ANONS I THOUGHT I PUBLISHED LOL

I think it's a combination of the weed, the writing, and whatever the fk else has been on my mind that's making it hard for me to focus. I should try meth again.

[mono-red-menace]

haven't really been checking my notes that much and i didn't realise that post about privilege started spreading.

don't like that because it wasn't well worded ig. i saw some replies which made me think people were taking it as "you hold no responsibility for your privilege whatsoever, it's wholly a structural thing," which wasn't my intent.

my intent was "your privilege isn't a brand on you which marks you as One Of The Bad Guys. that's a juvenile interpretation. the world isn't a cartoon. you still have to accept your privilege, and be responsible and educated about it, and stop being defensive about how you Can't Possibly Have Privilege because you're Trans and Have ADHD and whatever else."

i feel like every single post on here you have to think of every single way someone can misinterpret it and snuff it out before they can misinterpret it, which is. horribly exhausting. like i wanted to talk about it a bit bc i was seeing this attitude that being LGBT disqualifies you from having white privilege. or that being trans means you can't be transmisogynistic, both of which are false, yk, and i think it stems from that place i was talking about, of people taking Privilege as some Brand Of Evil.

i was just making a comment about how people think of the world as Oppressors Who Can Only Oppress and Victims Who Can Only Be Victimised and it's so frustratingly juvenile and leads to the worst shit imaginable.

like TER/Fs. like the whole thing with them is that they see Woman as a Victim class which can Only Be Victimised, consisting of all the "Females" (in which they include trans men) and Man as an Oppressor class which can Only Oppress, consisting of all the "Males" (in which they include trans women).

(disclaimer for that previous section. when i am talking about which groups they see as Female and Male, i am not saying they don't hold transphobic views against trans men. very commonly, they hold the belief that they are "misguided females who want to escape the patriarchy," which is an extremely transphobic view, and my statement about them seeing trans women as Males is to say that they see trans women as an Oppressor, despite holding privilege over them.)

the whole ideology is an extremely reactionary movement based in this juvenile worldview, in which they do not believe they are able to hold any privilege whatsoever, and therefore they are FAR more likely to wield that privilege against people they are privileged over. they are permanently in a state of reaction and victimisation which enables them to wield their privileges over others as a cudgel, all the while feeling as though they are in the right for it.

they often take the fact that they are women to the conclusion that they are one of the "Good Guys" and they are therefore immune to being one of the "Bad Guys."

and like. the far righters have a different take on it, which varies between them, but some common ones are that They're actually the oppressed ones, not people of colour or jewish people or anyone else. Them, white christians. They often view their being told they hold privilege in a very different way, which is that it's a label that is used to Silence them. to brand them "Bad Guys." which actually "proves" that they're the "Good Guys," and are oppressed.

they are aware of their privileges, and shunt the responsibility away, and then excuse their decision to not be responsible for their privilege by saying things like "Racism is over, but now it's being turned On Us, because the people we were racist to Want Revenge!" or some stupid shit. (this can also progress to "racism is over but it was actually good" or "racism never happened" or some other positions)

they take it to the other extreme. no responsibility for their privilege whatsoever.

you can still hold privilege. be aware of that. always be aware of that.

but it is not a brand on you. you are not The Bad Guys Who Can Only Oppress And Can't Be Oppressed.

Stop taking everything in these extremely juvenile black and white ways, for real.

idk if this is clear enough. 🫠 i really really really hate how Excruciatingly Precise you have to be so people don't take what you want to say the wrong way.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Sanaa I had the weirdest dream. I won’t explain it all because I'm lazy, but I'm friends with my ex. I know it's a bit weird to be friends; actually, we are best friends, but anyways, so R was hanging out with my ex. Wait, let's give names. My ex is “M," and my friend is “R." They are hanging out together, and they posted a picture on Snap. You can't see Ms. face, but I know her well enough to tell that it's her, and I see it, and, not gonna lie, I get pretty jealous. A few days later, I was at a shop, and I was about to close the curtain on the changing rooms when R showed up. Btw, I was not talking to M for god knows what reason, and since R is my best friend, I told her that I wasn’t talking to her. Then R told me to hide and kept looking in a direction, and I knew that it was M. Just when R was going to close the curtain, M showed up, and she looked at me and said, Why are you hiding from me? What did I do to you? And then I ran away while I chased her. Im gonma cut short, we talked, and then this is really random, but its a dream. She said let's go to the amusement park, so we went there, and I woke up. But the interesting part is that most of these also happened in real life, and it was a few days ago. I did see R post a snap with M, and M's face was in fact not in the picture, and I haven't been talking to M since Saturday, which is long. We always send each other stuff, including amusement park stuff. I wanted to go to the amusement park with her, but she kept making excuses, and we didn't go there. I saw it in my dream, so I must’ve really wanted to with her IG, and also, im not gonna lie, I was jealous when I saw Rs snap with M.

I told you i wasn’t gonna explain it all but i kinda did

I yap so much 😔

⁉️⁉️⁉️ OMGGG????

damn that’s crazy i would’ve throught i was supernatural or some shit…

i think you need to fix that relationship with m and r cause otherwise bbygirl things are gonna get WILD. i think you should try and talk to r at least yk??

i don’t mind that you yap, i love seeing long asks hehehehe 🥺🥺

[hoghtastic]

I was told that some Stans allegedly think J reads this blog and some of her posts are intended to troll us. Apparently Stans find it enjoyable, because to them the fans who don’t like her are just jealous and haters anyway. And therefore J parading Alex, teasing and hinting isn’t that concerning but rather funny when we're angry or annoyed. OK.

First, let's assume she actually reads this blog and responds to criticism by posting his apartment and „unofficially“ officially says she moved in for example, like she did while he was in Paris. That would be a huge red flag for me. J has no reason to actively seek out and troll critical voices from the fandom in general. Her Instagram comments are positive. As far as I know, there were only 3-4 instances of fans writing something critical under her maaaaaany maaaany posts this year. And one fan asked her about the art she copied, that’s not critique or hate but just the truth exposed. Only three people or so from the 2.2m fans he had (mostly female) who criticized her publicly on IG, that’s almost nothing. It’s a very very mild reaction. Three people from the 2.2m fans are 0,000136%. (Even if it would be more it wouldn’t be a lot) And if anyone wants to talk about her DMs.

I personally don't care what happens in J's private messages. Firstly, she can set it up so that she doesn't see messages from people she doesn’t know personally and she doesn't have to read anything from followers she doesn't know personally anyway. Secondly, J could tell us anything, we ourselves can't look at her messages. So I don’t care. I care about what I can see and her public comments are all positive for her. I recall Stans excusing her „you snooze you…“ stunt with her responding to hate. Made no sense to me too. A : show me the shit storm she got that justified a revenge and B: what type of revenge is it to demonstrate your „power“ over the fans by demonstrating that she is in charge of Alex content? What type of character would do that?

Ok now we come to the fact that she wants to troll us with her stories. No, people, that sounds so stupid, I can't process it. Why should she? She has everything she wanted, right? She has a dream relationship with a man that is out of her league (my opinion) and her career is suddenly going places. If trolling us brings her joy, although she has a good life, she's a bad person period. And if I imagine that Stans celebrate that behavior, I find it disappointing too. For me, J's behavior is already pathological. She takes advantage of his fandom and Alex, takes over everything he has in high speed and triumphantly parades each step on social media but in a sneaky not too obvious way. But if I really believed that she posts certain things on social media specifically to make us angry or sad, I‘d additionally consider her evil. At the end of the day, we all love Alex, some more, others less. I can't speak for everyone, but for me, I think J will do him a lot of harm (in the grand scheme of things). That's why I'm not happy about them, but rather worried. And the Stans celebrating her trolling us would be weak of them in my opinion. 🤷🏼‍♀️.

Finally, I have to say I don't think she's reading this blog anyway. How would she know this blog? Most fans don’t even know about it.

I believe she is posting what she is posting because she's simply craving the attention she gets from the new followers and because they're all there because of Alex, she clings to him and his things like Gollum to his ring. As we could see, she had to claim his apartment publicly as her apartment because he was giving attention to his fans after a long time. She saw it on IG and she wasn’t involved. It bothered her. And one story wasn’t enough to show who’s boss but several stories in a row topped by a post reminding his fans that she was in Paris with him a year ago. I believe all the other pictures were just a pretense. I don’t think she came to this blog and saw some anonymous comments and therefore confirmed their living situation.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this, anon, in a very well put manner. 😊 I absolutely agree with everything, especially that I also don't believe Johanne knows of or is reading the blog, and even if she was, to be bothered by and actively trolling a bunch of anonymous people on the internet would be kind of childish and I dare say plain sad, even for her. She's a public figure, she's put herself in a position that made some people dislike her, and she has to accept the fact that not everyone will adore her. No one is 100% liked by everyone and that's life. Which leads me to question, why are the stans bothered by this so much? Why do they automatically assume that those who don't like her are hateful and jealous? People are allowed to have an opinion, whether it's positive or negative, and shouldn't be afraid to share it or bullied for it. And that's exactly why this blog was created for, to grant everyone a safe, neutral space to voice their opinions. It was never meant to be a "hate blog" about Johanne, as some stans may see it, but the fact that most comments here are negative, in comparison to Instagram, where there's mostly praise, leads me to believe that people don't feel free to share them there, because everyone who dares disagree with them is automatically attacked and deemed a "hater", "not a true supporter", etc... Which is something I don't agree with. And the fact that the stans still stalk this blog and allegedly come up with such theories (that Johanne reads the blog and responds to criticism in a trolling manner), even finding them enjoyable and an adequate response, is in my opinion laughable to say the least. Why do they take personally what some anonymous people think about a person they support, but doesn't even know them? Why do they want everyone to love Johanne as much as they do? It was never that serious and personally, I couldn't care less that they love her so much. People are free to like or dislike whoever they want, so why don't they do the same? It reminds me of that saying about people with and without tattoos — "the only difference is that people with tattoos don't care if you don't have them".

But at the end of the day, Johanne is living her best life and we're all just a bunch of people commenting and gossiping for the fun of it. No one is going to hell for having a negative opinion, and no one will become her best friend or win a medal for adoring her and fighting every stranger online who doesn't like her. 🤷‍♀️ So yes, I'm an apologist for "live and let live" as long as we're all being respectful to one another, and can't really understand why the stans are always so serious about such matters.

[plwasehelpme]

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C/W: gn!reader; angst; angst to fluff; worried tighnari; a brief mention of the words "borderline kill yourself" is a thing but it's just tighnari being scared :(; likely ooc, actually; i've never written for this sassy fox mushroom nerd before; no beta we die like signora; could be read as platonic but you gotta be blind as fuck my guy; hc that rukkashava mushrooms are toxic as fuck bc yk; they look it;

END C/W.

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A/N: yeah i made this ig. i fell in love w/ tighnari at first sight and just ":]]]]" every time he went on screen. i didn't mean to make it angsty. i swear i didn't. anyways ty to this post for giving me ideas. you're to blame for this dumpster fire, buddy. 👍

So without further adieu ....

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Tighnari's Guide To Why You Should Not Eat Sentient Fungi (Or, Why You Should!)

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"Are you doing this on purpose?"

"Doing what?"

You try to convince Tighnari that you have no idea what he's talking about, but judging by his reaction, it really doesn't seem to work.

It doesn't help that this is your third sweetwater mushroom this month.

"I have explained to you countless times what the effects of sweetwater mushrooms are. I've also explained the effects of raw rukkashava mushrooms, the large glowing mushrooms in the mushroom forest, and even the sentient fungi that riddle the forest grounds."

Tighnari opens his mouth before just sighing. You shrug. "I'm a bit forgetful?" It's a silly and sheepish response, but you're not very good at making up excuses. You'd think by the fourth or fifth scolding you would be.

Tighnari stammers for a bit, at a loss for words. That didn't work.

"You ate a sentient fungus. That is not forgetfulness that is- I don't even- what could possibly motivate you to eat a breathing, floating fungus?! Do you have a death wish?! We didn't even have a filled reaserch paper on what would happen if you tried to eat those because anyone who tried was a known idiot!  I can't even fathom an explanation as to why in the entirety of Teyvat-"

"Yep, I get it. I'm really stupid for doing a really dumb thing. Yeah, yeah. Anyways, would you mind readressing the toxic mushrooms again? Juuuust in case i do a stupid thing all over again? Please?" You give him your most convincing puppy eyes. They probably didn't work but he agrees anyways. You know he'd never miss a chance to rant about mushrooms.

You've always found his enthusiam about them endearing.

"... I don't exactly appreciate being interrupted, but it certainly couldn't hurt."

Tighnari clears his throat.

"The first and most important thing to note about Sumeru's fungi is that while some are edible, that's certainly not the case with all of them. Some fungi, like the sweetwater mushroom cause smaller adverse effects like halucinations, while others - rukkashava mushrooms, for instance - are potentially fatal. Distinguishing the difference between these mushrooms is extremely important ..."

You listen to him ramble on about the difference between edible and sweetwater mushrooms for the first half before moving on to rukkashavae fungi. He then explains the effects of the evolved fungi around Sumeru - emphasising that it's for your sake - and you wink at him. He glares at you before going back to what he was saying as you chuckle to yourself.

You haven't been a forest ranger for too long; you graduated under Tighnari pretty recently in fact. You had applied to be forest ranger trainee, and you were luckily accepted. Immediately, you saw Tighnari and if you didn't believe in love at first sight, you certainly did now.

When he introduced himself as your instructor, you mentally fist-pumped as he started to tell you about one of the most important lessons you'd ever learn as a trainee. The difference between fatal, poisonous, and harmless fungi.

Even though you did try to listen, you wouldn't stop staring at his ears. His big, tall, fluffy, ears that looked oh so soft. He seemed to notice evident by his mildly annoyed questioning of 'is something troubling you?' to which you practically begged to touch his ears. Much to your dismay, he replied with a very adamant 'no.' before continuing on. You giggled and just stared at him the whole way through.

After a while - and a lot of poisonous mushrooms - you two started to get closer. Tighnari may seem stern at first, but the way he tends to people shows that at the root of it all he does care; even while scolding it's in their best interests. You realized that when you two started joking around and having fun.

You didn't want to brag, but you felt a lot closer to Tighnari than the rest of the other trainees.

When you did finally graduate, you were happy. I mean, you were an official forest ranger now, how great is that? Tighnari even conrgatulated you for it personally. It made you feel great, but when you were put on a mission with someone other than Tighnari you started to feel a bit lonely.

It was sad, really. You and Tighnari were practically never paired together, and you couldn't really tell if you missed what you had or if you just missed Tighnari. It hurt, and so you tried to replace it.

You would joke around with your other partners. Play around, have some fun on missions the same way you used to with Tighnari.

It wasn't the same though.

Nobody would scold you while doing something stupid, yelling more as your giggles turn to laughter because they're so worked up.

Nobody would see a new plant or animal and immediately try to get your attention, this normally cold forest ranger going starry-eyed as you smile endearingly at him while he goes on and on about the local wildlife in this particular section of the forest.

Nobody would help you get out of the forest when you got lost, gesturing to follow him as he tells you he knows exactly where you are, occasionally gripping your wrist because 'you aren't paying attention' as you just giggle and tease him.

You'd tease him about little things, small things like how despite his aversion to touch, he'd still grip your wrist. How he'd change the subject as his ears and tail twitch - presumably from the storm, though you liked to think you were flustering him. You'd joke to him about it, saying that maybe it was just his excuse to touch you, but every time he touched your hand ever so slightly you felt fishes swimming circles around your stomach, usually accompanied by a cottonny feeling under your skin. Soft and fluffy, warm like your own personal blanket even as the cold, wet drops of  rain and dew hit your face from high-up leaves.

You remember thinking you were the only person who's wrist he's touched in a while, even if it is just to guide you out.

You remember how he never truly denied your claims.

At the end of it all, it was evident that you missed all those moments simply because it was Tighnari. You missed the fun because Tighnari was the only person you knew who could provide to you all those moments and more.

Moments that could of been.

Moments that should have been.

But, then you had an idea.

Tighnari's information abput mushrooms had always stood out to you, but you could never figure out why. You always remembered looking at various mushrooms and trying to figure out exactly why you found them so peculiar.

At least, until you accidentally ate a rukkashava mushroom.

Forgetting that they were inedible, nigh-deadly, and required immediate medical attention as soon as they were eaten, you decided to cook one as you couldn't find much food anywhere else. It looked alright, so it couldn't have been too bad, anyways.

Until you started getting dizzy, when your partner at the time asked if you were alright you responded with an obvious 'yes' obviously. I mean, so what? Maybe you were a little dizzy but it couldn't have been that bad. Sure, you walked into a tree twice, got them lost at least 4 times in the span of a few minutes, but everything was a-okay!

You passed out shortly after.

Only to wake up to a 'tsk' from a familiar voice.

Opening your eyes showed a small blur of green, white and black, with some very tall almost triangular appendages on top.

Tighnari?

He seemed to be tending to you, getting some sort of medicine as your head lay on his lap. Noticing you opened your eyes, he sighed, before asking why you had eaten an extremely rare, and more importantly extremely dangerous type of mushroom.

You explained that you had forgotten at the time and that you were hungry, because, well, you were, and you had. As Tighnari glared at you, seemingly looking for a more satisfactory answer. After not getting it, he just sighed, and told you not to do it again.

Huh?

Why didn't he ... ?

When you asked why Tighnari didn't scold you, he simply explained that he knows your potential and your mind. He knows that sometimes, you slip up and do something a little stupid. He understood that, and explained that it's fine to do that,

occasionally, nobody's perfect, afterall. Tighnari knew that with you and your experience, it was definitely the most likely out of all the possibilities to be just a silly little mistake, but asked for the next mistake not to be eating a potentially fatal mushroom. You giggled, and said it wouldn't.

Not by accident, anyway.

Suddenly, you had an idea.

Due to never being on the same missions with Tighnari, you never got to see him. If you had eaten a potentially poisonous mushroom, you were taken to see Tighnari.

After that little visit, and after you fully recovered, you decided on a way to be able to spend more time with your beloved little fox boy. A way that wouldn't really interfere with his work schedule, and a way that you could blame on just 'another messy slip-up.'

...

"... s'cuse me! Excuse me. Hello?"

Tighnari snapped his fingers in front of your face.

"Huh- what-?" You look around. That's right, you're facing the consequences of your actions.

Seems you spaced out for a bit.

"Oh. Hi, Tighnari!" You say, a cheerful tone dipped in honey. Excitement and a kind warmness swirl together and flood your prescence all over again before you freeze. Tighnari's arms are crossed and he's frowning. Usually, this would mean he's ready to scold you, but this is different.

It's an expression you've never seen before on him.

Was he mad? Agitated? No, he's scolded you hundreds of times, you'd know when he glares sharp, piercing daggers that bypass your eyes and into your soul. But, this time it's soft; instead of that light but familiar stabbing, you feel cold. Chilly, an icy feeling like lying under a waterfall, and as the water drops on your face, you start to look back with the same sorrowed expression.

Pity. No, worry.

He was worried about you.

" ... Are you alright?"

"Yeah, of course. I'm fine."

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Tighnari. I promise."

Tighnari pauses.

"... Why are you doing this?"

" ... Doing what?"

This time, you didn't understand what he meant.

Tighnari touches your shoulder. He stares into you.

"I know what you're capable of. I've seen it firsthand. I've seen that even if if you make a mistake, you always learn and try never to do it again. I know you know well enough, so ..."

Tighnari pauses and looks away.

"Why do you keep trying to borderline kill yourself?"

You sit there, stunned. Somewhere down deep, you understood that maybe he was worried. Somewhere down deep, you may have even felt a little guilty for it.

But, none of that compares to how it all felt now.

As Tighnari got up, you wished now that you had realized how much you'd scared him. You wish now that he'd spoken up sooner and you wish now thay you had never missed him as much as you truly did.

That you had never been as selfish as you truly were.

The room falls silent, the only sound being the pattering of rain and the occasional crash of thunder. Neither you nor Tighnari dared look at eachother, in fear of seeing something you wouldn't like, despite your own glances. A particular loud crash of thunder and Tighnari brought his hand up to his ear, presumably to lessen the blow to his eardrums. He didn't remark about it, instead he wordlessly turned away from you to get an oral medication.

You were the first to break the silence.

" ... I missed you."

Tighnari's ear twitched as he stopped in his tracks. He seemed like he wanted to say something, yet he remained silent. He tilted his ear to you.

"I ... I wanted to spend time with you. I missed the times we had while I was in training. I missed your enthusiasium when you'd find an aspect of the wildlife and explain to me what it is, or how it works. I missed listening your voice even when you'd scold me for doing something dumb, like eating a sentient fungus, for intstance." You chuckled at the last sentance, almost sadly, still not daring to look up.

"I missed ... I missed you, Tighnari."

He was still silent, still standing in place. Still frozen on his way to find your medicine. You were looking down, almost scared to look up out of shame. Shame that such a small, personal issue, something so insignificant escalated to something that could make even the cold, stone-faced Tighnari lose his composure for the worst.

It was dumb. It was something you should have dealt with on your own.

Something you shouldn't have gotten him involved in.

Footsteps resumed as Tighnari quickly grabbed a bowl of your medicine. They got a little louder as Tighnari got closer before coming to a stop once more as you see his knees on the ground in your peripheral vision.

" ... Look at me."

It's gentle, yet you can't find it in yourself to look up. You look towards what you can see of him but you don't dare raise your head.

"Look at me."

He says it more sternly this time. You take a steady breath and look upward towards his face. He wears an indecipherable expression.

"Open up."

He brings a spoonful of liquid to your mouth. As you open your mouth, as the cold, bitter liquid slides down, Tighnari looks away. You both avoid eye contact as he puts the bowl down and you turn your head away. Then Tighnari just sighs.

"You didn't need to eat a poisonous mushroom to spend time with me, you know."

You look back at Tighnari, his expression still unsolvable.

"I understand that I am busy most days, whether it be my work or something else i happen to be preoccupied with."

His ears tilt down a bit, his tail curls into himself as he turns to face to you as well.

" ... But, if I do happen to be free one day."

He pauses again, avoiding eye contact.

" ... I've always felt that the best way to progress a relationship with someone is to, well, spend time with them."

He looks up at you again. You look back at him.

" ... If you wanted to."

You stare into eachother's eyes as each confession processes in the other's mind. The words swirl around with the returning fishes, minds and heartbeats racing between the two of you.

"I'd ... "

You look down, but not out of shame this time.

" ... I'd like that."

You smile as the words come out and your eyes trail back up to Tighari's face, dusted a barely noticable pink. Yours as well, probably, but you decide not to comment on it. At least, not at this moment.

" ... I would too."

Tighnari seemed to release a breath he didn't know he was holding, standing up and gesturing his hand out for you to grab. Ears perking up and tail uncoiling as you slide your hand into his own and get up. Both of you glance into eachother's eyes as that same warm, cottony blanket carressed you both once again.

"Just one thing."

You were broken out of your trance as Tighnari gave you a mildly agitated expression once again. You tilted your head, puzzled as Tighnari pinched his nose bridge.

"Don't ... Don't eat any more toxic mushrooms. Please."

Tighnari sighs exasperatedly as you give a cheeky smirk his way. The second he looks your way he crosses his arms and glares at you, a small pout apparent on his bottom lip. You laugh.

"Okay, okay! I won't, I won't."

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[peterparkersnose]

the witch and the spider chapter 5- brooklyn bridge

tasm!peter x reader

tasm/nwh!peter x reader

NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

After you and your Uncle, Doctor Strange, closed the portal on the statue of liberty life went back to almost normal. Besides the fact that the two other worldly Peter's were trapped in your universe.

*this is probably the farthest thing from anything canon

   *Tony Stark, Black Widow, young Steve Rogers, Vision, Loki are all alive

      *Timeline is completely off for some facts

next chapter linked at the bottom

word count: 2.6k

warnings: none

a/n MJ wtf dude, I mean go off ig. also loving the idea of dilf!peter (tobey maguire) lately but not for this fic. 

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read time: 9 mins 43 seconds

gif credit @midnighterho​

"MJ, I have no clue what to do." you sighed, pacing your bedroom. MJ sat on your bed cross legged. "Have you tried talking to him again?" she asked. "I mean yeah, but I feel weird." "Why?" "I don't know. Whenever I see him I either feel like I'm going to throw up, pass out, piss myself, or all three at the same time." "Oh so you've got it bad for him," MJ laughed. "I can't let myself do this. He's from another universe! He's 28! He has a life back in his universe. He needs to go back to his universe. God- he's Peter, MJ! You know how weird that is?"

You were too busy wrapped in your thoughts that you almost missed the knock on your door.

MJ followed you out to your kitchen and watched from the kitchen island. You opened the door. "Speak of the devil," MJ muttered. You flicked a salt and pepper shaker with your magic from across the island and hit her elbow.

"Peter!"

Oh my god that was way too energetic

"Hey, everything okay?" he asked. You looked at him confused. "Yeah? Why wouldn't it be?" "I don't know, I got a weird feeling. I thought I should check on you."

"Weird feeling, or did you just want an excuse to see her?" MJ asked from behind, chewing on a cookie she found. "MJ!" you gritted through your teeth. "Sorry about her she's just..." you laughed it off. "Oh," Peter 3 laughed. He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. "You want to come in?" you asked. What the hell am I doing?

"Oh, I mean it looks like you have company."

"You can come back later," MJ yelled again. "MJ, can you go check my, uh, phone in the bedroom?" "Why?" she smirked. "Make sure it's still charging." you gritted, crossing your arms.

"I'm sorry about her she's... quite a character." you laughed. "Oh, it's alright. But what she said- later? I would love- I-I mean like to see you again." he said, staring at his shoes and trying to muster the courage to take a glimpse of you. He was very visibly nervous. "That would be nice." you smiled. "Thank you for checking on me," you smiled. "Anytime I mean- do you have a phone? I mean of course you do but," "You want my number?"

Internally. Screaming.

"Yes, actually. That would be great."

You pulled the pad of pen and scribbled it down on a post it.

"See you later?" "I'll text you."

You closed the door and ran into your bedroom, squealing. "OHMYGOD MJ t-this doesn't feel real HOLY SHIT!"

"Wait-" she said, shushing you. Your door was knocking again.

It was Peter, again.

"I-I'm sorry but the last digit got smudged and-"

Oh shit. Did he just hear me?

"Oh, uh it's okay. Here," you awkwardly laughed. Your face was bright red. You re wrote the number and handed the piece of paper back to him. Your hands touched for a moment, and you felt your witch senses go off. You were surprised you didn't shock the poor boy then and there. You saw the hair raise on his arm. He sensed it?

"Okay," he said, smiling. You two both ignored the fact that you just shared that spiritual sense moment.

"Okay,"

"I better go, uh, thank you." he said, backing down the hallway giving you an awkward wave.

"See you later, Peter!" you yelled down the hall.

-

"You did it!" Peter 2 exclaimed. Peter 3 was sitting on his couch, bouncing his knee up and down. "I knew you could, buddy. Your amazing."

"I don't know I mean, I haven't done this since Gwen." he sighed.

The vision of Gwen falling down that clocktower repeated in Peter's head.

"Nothing bad is going to happen, Y/N can hold her own. What did you say- she can't die?" Peter 2 asked. "Yeah, well, it's still a lot." "She's not Gwen, Pete. You're okay." Peter 2 reminded Peter 3. "What if this is stupid- she's from another universe. But something about her..." he trailed off. "Makes your senses go nuts, huh?" Peter 2 asked. "Yes! I can't explain it." "That's how I felt with Mary Jane. I mean, it's complicated but I still love her." "Gwen didn't even make me feel this way." Peter sighed. He loved Gwen so much, he felt so guilty betraying her. "Gwen would want you to be happy." Peter 2 said, patting Peter 3 on the back. He almost read his mind.

"So, what are you going to text her?" Peter 2 asked eagerly. "I haven't even began to think about that," Peter 3 sighed, placing a hand on his forehead. "Start off basic- a 'Hey, it's Peter.' is probably good."

Peter pulled out his phone. He was surprised it was still functional here, but to some odd rules of the universe it was.

He typed in your number in his phone

To: (your number)

Hey, it's Peter.

"Should I send it?" Peter 3 asked, his hand was shaking. "What is this- high school? Just send it. We're all adults."

sent.

He threw his phone across the couch and couldn't bare to look at it.

"Hey- look at me." Peter 2 said.

"You are doing great. Everything will be okay," "What if she think's its weird- I mean it has only been like 38 hours since I've met her," "Do not doubt yourself. You are Spiderman. You are amazing at everything you do! Hell, your a very handsome looking fella," Peter 2 laughed. Peter 3 smiled. "See? You've already gotten a response," Peter 2 said, picking up Peter 3's phone.

From: (your number)

Hey.

"Just a hey?" he groaned, throwing his phone back at his pillow.

"A little immature, I'll admit it. Maybe she's writing more." Peter 2 tried reassuring him. "Immature? I mean, she is 20." "Oh my god she's 20. She probably thinks I'm a creep!"

"Hey- no thinking like that. If she thought you were a creep she would have totally ignored you by now."

Peter 3's phone lit up again.

From: (your number)

I'm sorry about my friend earlier, she has some crazy ideas.

"See? She's starting a conversation."

He saved your number in his phone.

Y/N (Witch)

"How many other Y/N's do you have in your phone?" Peter 2 asked. Peter 3 shrugged. "I like staying organized."

-

It was the middle of the night. You were fast asleep, when suddenly you were jolted awake.

You had no clue, but three doors down Peter was awoken also.

Your senses told you something was off- something wasn't right. You threw on your robe and poked your head out of your room. The hallway was dark and empty, minus the one flickering light at the end of the hallway. You quietly made your way down the hall and looked out the window where the light flickered. As you stepped under it, it went dark. You were about to take out your phone and turn on the flashlight, but you were grabbed in the hallway and swept into a room.

You struggled against your perpetrator but once you regulated yourself, you found yourself with Peter.

He looked at you with a finger over his mouth and shushed you. "What is happening?" you asked him. "I'm really sorry please just stay here," He slipped past you, leaving his quarters.

Why am I sitting alone in his quarters?

You then saw from the corner of your eye, a blue man flying through the air.

"Electro,"

You immediately were about to speed into action, but Peter 1 came into the room.  

"Look," you said, hiding behind a dresser and watching him aimlessly float over the city. Peter 1 joined you. You noticed he was already in his spider suit. "Oh, so we're fighting now?" you asked him. "No, I am."

"Your going to need my help Pete," you sighed. "No, I want to do it. Be the one to kill this sick-"

"Hey!" Peter 2 whispered, poking his head into the apartment. He gave Peter 1 a nod and Peter 1 started to follow him out. "Where do you think your going?" you say, grabbing his arm. "Y/N, this could be our only chance." "Your not going without me." you insisted. "Y/N you don't understand-" "I understand completely fine Peter. Let me get changed." you said, pushing past him.

You were exiting the apartment and was met by Peter 2. "Hey, could you please just stay here." he begged, looking concerned. "What is everyone's deal? I'm going out to help Peter kill that thing." you sighed. "But Y/N-" Peter 1 said from behind you. "It's after you."

"And how do you know that?" you asked, whipping around to see Peter 1. "Mr. Stark's equipment picked up on some energy readings in the last hour and they were directed at harming you."

"That's why I saved you from the trap before, he was trying to get you." Peter 3 sighed. "Why would he want me?" you asked. "Remember when we found Mr. Osborn, before you had all that energy come out of you. It injured him pretty badly." Peter 1 explained. "He's been re charging and gaining back his strength but he wants you dead."

"It hurt him- even better reason to let me come." you yelled, pushing past Peter 3 and into the hallway. Peter 3 webbed you back to him. He wasn't expecting to do it as hard as he did, and you flew into his arms. "Y/N. Don't." he said. You could see a tiny flicker in his eye. You recognized it as the memory of Gwen. Mind reading at it's finest. You sighed, stuck in the man's embrace. He didn't want to loose you.

"I want to fight." you insisted, struggling in the webs around your wrist. "Please Y/N, just stay here." Peter 1 begged. "Absolutely not!" you yelled, now pissed off. What right do these men think they have telling you to stay here and let the men go out and do the fighting.

Peter 1 webbed you to a chair against your will. They brought in a half awake Tony. He was unbelievably pissed off he was missing his beauty sleep to babysit you. "Just please make sure she stays here Mr. Stark," Peter 1 sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Be carful out there, kid." Tony yawned.

Peter 3 looked at you, bound up in the chair. He felt so guilty for doing this, he would have loved being out there and fighting along side you. He also knew he had absolutely no right doing this. The longing in his eyes tied a knot in your stomach. He couldn't bare staring at you any longer and followed the rest of the Peter's down the hallway.

"What's up with that?" Tony asked in a suggestive tone once they left. "What?" "You and uh- Peter." "Which Peter," you smiled coyly. "You know- the scrawny longer nose one." "Oh, Peter 3?" "What, you two hooking up or something?" Tony asked, crossing his arms. "Are you interested in him or something?" you said, mocking his tone. "C'mon Y/N. I saw the way he looked at you."

You sighed. "Your not really the type of person to confide in." "Alright, alright. Don't tell me then. I'm just going to assume the worst." "The worst?" "Oh, I dunno. Maybe you two haven't spent a moment apart, and I mean apart." Tony said, making the dumb pointer finger hole sex reference with his hands. "Oh Jesus, Tony. That is NOT true." "Really? Because you could already be infected with his hybrid spider-witch babies and-"

You were sick of hearing this and gave him a simple sleep hex. "Now, how to get out of here." you muttered to yourself. You used the reflection spell and teleported out of the webbed chair. You ran to your quarters and put on your suit. Next, you used the conference room and searched for any reports of where they could be.

Multiple Spider-Man's spotted at the Brooklyn Bridge? posted 3 mins ago

Spiderman sighting on the Brooklyn Bridge, WSAP News Tonight posted 6 mins ago

Mysterious Villain spotted fighting THREE Spidermen? posted 38 seconds ago

"Brooklyn Bridge,"

-

You ran off Tony's launchpad into the air, heading straight towards the Brooklyn Bridge. You were almost there- you could see the bridge. It looked abandoned, normal. No Spidermen to be found. You were almost there, when a shot of electricity flew through your body. You hit the ground hard, leveling up grass in your path as you fell in an empty park.

Electro flew to you, hovering above you in the air. "That hurt," you yelled to the man. He grunted and shot more electricity at you, but you blocked it with a portal that faced right back at him. His electricity overloaded him once again, but he ended the strain out of his hands. "You think you can do this- defeat me?" he yelled. You got up from your pile of rubble and flew up to his level. "You want to try?"

You were conjuring an energy ball just as a web tied around your waist. "God fuckin damm-"

You were pulled through the air and met by Peter 2 in a tree. "What the hell are you doing?" he panted. Electro took notice to this, but was hit by an electric web by Peter 1. That distracted him and he flew after Peter 1. "I had it covered before you had to pull me away." you yelled. "We meant it when we said stay back." "Really? Because I was about to kill that thing in another three seconds before you pulled me away."

"Where is Peter 3?" you asked. "Why?" Peter 2 asked. Oh god, why did I ask that

"I-I dunno I was just wondering." you lied. "He's out looking for you. When Stark came to he called all of us."

Thanks, Tony.

"Let me go find him."

"No, I'm taking you back to Stark Towers." Peter 2 yelled. "Funny." you smirked, hands crossed. "Excuse me?"

You grabbed Peter 2 and flew through the air with him. He frantically tried to web off to another surface, but you were flying too fast.

You found Peter 1 fighting Electro, looking pretty tired. You dropped Peter 2 off on top of a building.

"Now I know why MJ hated that," he panted, trying not to throw up.

"Hey, Electro!" you yelled, balling up the energy again. He turned his attention from Peter 1 to you. "Don't!" Peter 1 yelled. You threw the ball of energy at him, and he just absorbed it. It wasn't powerful enough.

Electro laughed, taking a large sum of his energy and shooting it at you. You couldn't move fast enough. It was inevitable to hit you. In what seemed like slow motion, Peter 3 shielded himself in front of you out of nowhere.

"Peter!"

The blast knocked both of you on your asses on top of another roof.

Peter 3 was shaking in his suit. You ripped off his mask. His skin was painted black, his hair was fried. Electro found you again.

You were so angry. He hurt Peter. You could have been able to handle the blast. Peter was merely human.

You built up the largest amount of energy you had ever used. It took almost all of your functional energy. You blasted this at Electro, and he writhed in pain. He yelled, sending lightning bolts out over the river. He then seemed to combust, falling apart. He was dead.

You dropped to your knees, then fell next to Peter 3. He was breathing heavy. Your energy was gone, you were surprised you were even still conscious. You turned over with whatever energy you had left and grabbed his spandex covered hand. His eyes were wide, in a panic. Your vision went blurry as he slowly faded from your sight.

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