#oh what is the tag for wolverine and spiderman?

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I’m watching Deadpool and Wolverine tomorrow, but my ancient roots are with Spideypool. But… Yknow… Deadpool has two hands…

Anyways here how I think the other two would fall in love. No I will not make a cleaner version of this. See y’all in a few months.

[httpscomexe]

I’ve recently become obsessed with Wade Wilson and Logan Howlett, and I love your FSD and Ensnared series.

I wanted to make a request on a poolverine one where Deadpool and Wolverine were both hired by the Avengers to find the reader and bring her to the tower because even though she’s just a normal civilian, she actually has some secret shit up her sleeves like a Mafia boss or something, but they kinda grow on her?

Thank you 💛❤️

Risk of Contract - Red and Yellow

Summary: You’re back to partying after a few years of giving up, but of course, your idols have to get in the way, and you quickly learn just how bad you’ve fucked up with the Avengers.

(Find what I'm currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Pairings: Logan x Reader x Wade

Warnings: Individual Warnings PerChapter - Kidnapping, drugging, language, cruel jokes, underage drinking, mentions of murder, blood, fight, sexual jokes, Honda odyssey, early stage obsession? Logan and Wade are both warnings.

Word count: 4815 (Find all chapters here) Chapter 2

P.S. If you’d like to be tagged, please let me know through an ask, DM, or comment. Thank you. (This fic is going to be a non-con with triggering kinks such as blood kinks and pain kinks)

P.P.S. Red and Yellow=Wade and Logan, Yellow=Logan, Red=Wade

There it was again. Another TikTok edit of Logan Howlett on your FYP. You’ve considered deleting all of your socials a few times. Your little crush had developed into an obsession. Which, for some reason, was becoming unhealthy. For some unknown reason, it made you genuinely sad that you knew you would never be able to meet Wolverine or Deadpool. Hell, you lived right in New York, and you’ve never even seen Spiderman for fucks sake. Everyone else has, but for some reason, you haven’t.

It actually made you jealous of your friends.

Yea, you were a normal college student who was working for your degree, but you lived in the heart of the city and you’ve never seen any of the heroes. Worst of all, you’ve never seen Wolverine or Deadpool, your idols. They weren’t the best to look up to, but you loved them.

Every edit you got on instagram or TikTok almost had you crying yourself to sleep.

So yea, it was unhealthy.

But you couldn’t help it. And with Halloween being today, it was even worse. Maybe a Wolverine costume wasn’t per-say the best idea.

You felt like a weirdo being obsessed with the two men, but you didn’t care.

You’re a loner in the school. The only reason people knew you was because you’ve shown up to parties on multiple occasions uninvited, but one specific time you got overly drunk, and your ex just wouldn’t leave you alone. So you got into a bit of a fight, and broke some kids' furniture.

That was in the past though, and he finally forgave you after two years, so there you were again. Dressed in a slutty Wolverine costume, walking up the front steps of the rich kids mansion, his parents went out on their annual work trip for Halloween.

Of course, you weren’t the only one dressed as Wolverine. The fight for humanity was just won to protect your earth, so obviously everyone was dressed as them. The most realistic being some of the football players.

“Hey! Y/N!” You turn as your friend runs towards you, a bald cap on her head. She was dressed as Charles Xavier of course. She was still disappointed she wouldn’t be able to bring a wheelchair to the party. Her definition of a cruel joke. “Love it, you look hot.”

“Thanks.” You chuckle, bringing your hands up to show the claws you programmed to come out upon clicking a button with your thumb, her mouth making an ‘O’ shape as they retract.

“That’s cool as fuck, I wish I was smart, your costume is way cooler than mine.”

“Pfft, what? You are absolutely rocking that bald cap.”

“Oh har har, very funny.” She walks up to the front doors of the mansion with you. “I’m glad Luke is letting you back in, just don’t fight anyone this time please.”

“I’m not promising anything.” She rolls her eyes and shows one of Luke’s bodyguards the texts on her phone which proved she was invited, then you show yours.

“You again? There better not be another fight.”

“Promise.” You tell him, your friend looking back and rolling her eyes.

“What happened to no promises?” She whispers, a smirk on her face as she walks in with you.

“They don’t count.” You tell her, immediately making your way to the table with red cups, and you quickly pour yourself a drink.

“Maybe you shouldn’t drink this time?”

“Oh hush, don’t deny me my happiness.”

“Still think you should go to rehab.” You give her a look, which she immediately takes as a sign to shut up.

“Hey, surprised you showed up.” An arm lays over your shoulder, you look over to see your best friend, and he’s dressed as Spiderman for the fifth year in a row.

“Spiderman again, Peter?”

“He’s my favourite, I think he’s cool.”

“He’s probably not.” You shrug, messing with him.

“Well you’ve never met him.”

“Yea, well I’m not as lucky as you.” You roll your eyes, taking the first sip of your drink.

“Hey Ned, how’s it going?” Peter's arm leaves your shoulder, and he goes to greet Ned before they do their long ass secret handshake. One they do so often you’ve memorised it.

“Peter Parker?” Flash… “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“I come here every year…”

Their conversation fades out as you stop listening to it. Flash being the asshole you fought with in the first place.

You start to think again that maybe you shouldn’t be there. You could always go to another party or just get drunk in your own dorm, you weren’t sure why you even bothered coming.

Right.

Michelle.

“Hey, yay. You came.” MJ nudges you to get your attention. “How long have you been here?”

“Not long.” You answer her, drinking some more and you feel your phone buzz in your pocket, but you ignore it.

“Are you alright?”

“Yea, why?”

“You seem different.” She tells you, tilting her head up a little and her eyes stare down at you. “I don’t know what it is.”

“I don’t-”

“Did you take drugs?”

“What- No-”

“I’m joking, calm down, you don’t have to take everything so seriously.” She teases.

“I’m not taking anything seriously.” You chuckle. “I’m totally chill right now.”

“Oh my God, stop yelling at me, it was a joke.”

“You jerk.” You playfully punch her shoulder. Her little tactic to put a smile on your face works, as usual. You take another sip of your drink, the alcohol easily slipping down your throat.

Looking around the mansion, which was now filled with people, your suspicions were true. A majority of the kids were in their Deadpool and Wolverine costumes.

“What are you supposed to be right now?” You ask MJ, your eyes trailing up and down her costume. It was like a child mashed together a bunch of colours.

“Oh my little sister made it for me. I’m Captain Spider.”

“Captain Spider?”

“Yea, Captain America and Spiderman.”

You try not to laugh, you really do. And you don’t.

It comes out as more of a snort. Then it turns into a laugh.

“Not funny, she worked so hard on it.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You continue laughing, covering your mouth to try hiding it.

“Are you already drunk?”

“What? No…” You lie. “What makes you think that?”

“You giggle a lot when you’re drunk, but not normal giggling, it's obnoxious.”

“Oh please, go find your boyfriend. He’s Spiderman.”

“What about you?”

“I think I’m gonna leave.” You see the visible disappointment on her face as you tell her you’re going to leave soon. You didn’t like the party aspect of parties. Always too many people.

Then there was Flash…

“Hey, glad you finally forgave me.” Shit.

“Who says I forgave you?”

“Well you showed up so I assumed-”

“I don’t forgive you.”

There’s silence between the two of you before MJ speaks up.

“Let’s um… Let’s calm down, how about Flash you go that way, and Y/N-”

“Yea Y/N, calm down.” Flash interrupts her.

“Don’t interrupt my friend…”

“Or what?” He puts his drink down on a nearby table, a little harshly as some alcohol jumps out and drips onto the table under it.

“I beat your ass last time I’ll do it again.” You tell him, you head tuning out MJs voice.

“You did not win that fight.”

“You would’ve been in the hospital if Peter hadn’t pulled me off of you.”

“You weren’t even close to that level.”

“I broke your nose, asshole, why do you think your face isn’t symmetrical anymore?”

“One more word.” He warns, but you only smirk. You throw your head back, finishing your drink in one big gulp before setting down your empty red cup next to his full one.

“Fuck you.”

Your hand swings first, before he can even process what you had said. He looks back up, stunned from the punch as a trickle of blood leaks from his nose.

“I think I fixed it.”

“Asshole!” He jumps at you, knocking you into some other people dressed as animals.

“Hey!” You hear Luke’s voice, his dumbass shouldn’t have invited you again. Or he shouldn’t have invited you both at least, that would’ve been logical.

He tries to get to you as you easily overpower Flash, on top of him as he covers his face, preventing you from throwing punches at his nose, but his arms were sure to have bruises. You knew Luke wouldn’t be able to reach the two of you, he was skinny, and the crowd of people barely moved an inch as he tried to push them out of the way.

“You fucking bitch get off!” Flash yells from underneath you, his hand finding an empty Cola can on the ground which he quickly smashes against the side of your head before getting up quickly, immediately grabbing something from the table as you pop onto your feet, you knew better than to turn your back on the person you’re fighting. “You crazy fucker…” He mumbles, a full bottle of alcohol in his hand being held by the neck, which he was ready to smash on you. But you didn’t care as you wiped a little sliver of blood off your cheek and walked towards him. You had much more experience in fighting than he ever will. “Come on! Come at me!”

“Do you ever shut up?” You groan, and he swings the bottle at you, which easily smashes over your head, and as you drop to the ground, your arms wrap around his legs, making some people gasp as you drop him back onto the ground, your knee sliding over broken glass as blood seeps through your Wolverine costume, your fist colliding with his jaw, not nearly all of your strength put into the punch, as you didn’t exactly plan on breaking his jaw.

Though it might do him some good.

And you were about to let him pull the white flag, your fist halfway in the air, preparing to come back down, but then he spoke again, and it pissed you off.

“You’re such a freak.” He pauses, and then the next part blows your steam.

“It’s no fucking wonder your dad abandoned you.”

You jaw clenches, and all mercy leaves you body as you’re about to put all of your strength into the punch, but a force stops you, and you’re forced to your feet.

“What the fuck?”

“What’s going on?”

“Y/N?”

“Her eyes…”

You hear everyone mumbling, but you don’t bother paying attention as the arms around your waist bring you away from Flash. You can’t seem to turn your head, your eyes are locked on him, some camera flashes hitting your pupils, but you ignore it. You wanted to fight-

No.

You wanted to fucking kill Flash.

But you’re dragged away, and only when a hand slaps you across the face do you snap out of it, and you’re outside now, two of the football players standing in front of you. One in a Deadpool costume, the other in their Wolverine costume.

In anger, you shove at the one dressed as Wolverine, and he barely budges as he stares down at you, his mask covering his face.

“What the fuck man! I had him!” You shout as you push him. “Fuck!” You scream, the outside of the mansion's front yard completely empty as everyone else continues partying inside.

“Not very pretty words for a very pretty mouth.” Excuse you?

“Excuse me?” You look at the one dressed as Deadpool, your voice stunned, sounding offended as he stares down at you.

“How about you calm down?”

If another person tells me to calm the fuck down…” You shout the last few words, it was worse than being told to smile more.

And for the first time, you look up at the dude's face who was wearing the Wolverine costume. He was a full grown fucking man. He almost looked like… No, it wasn't possible.

There was no way the real Deadpool and Wolverine would just show up to some random Halloween party, they had more important things to deal with.

Or so you thought.

But then your stomach drops as the man takes off his mask.

It was really him.

You turn your head to look at the guy in the Deadpool costume- err- suit. He had already removed his mask.

Sure enough, it was the real deal.

“What the fuck-?” You mumble.

Of all the ways you see these guys face to face, it was like this.

Blood leaking down your face from your scalp because a bottle was smashed on your skull, your lips also covered in it from the amount of blood, well- basically the entire right side of your face was covered in the blood, some still occasionally dripping down from the cut on your scalp, and you knees were also blooded, along with a huge gash on your thigh as it seeped through your yellow costume, staining the fabric.

“You got a nice punch for a college girl.” Wolverine speaks up finally, his arms crossed as he stares down at you, almost like he hates you.

“Well that's because she’s a bit more than that, ain’t that right?” Deadpool asks you rhetorically, and you debate how to answer it before your phone starts ringing in your pocket.

You pull it out, the screen now cracked from the fight, the screen telling you that ‘Mark’ was calling, so you pick it up and take a step back from your idols.

“Hey man, what’s uh- what’s up?”

“Did you get my text?”

“Probably, I just haven't seen it yet, why?”

“Well how about you look at it, it’s really fucking important.” He hangs up. Such an ass.

You open the messaging app, one notification from him.

And your heart stops.

Shit. You tell yourself.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit.

You slowly look back up at the two men. They knew exactly what the call was about.

Of course, you finally meet these two, in the wrong setting, at the wrong time, wearing the wrong thing, and for the wrong reason. Couldn’t possibly be worse.

“Anyways, uh… I should- I should really go-” You tell them, your voice shaking embarrassingly as you take a few steps back, they take the same amount of steps forward.

So you break out in a run, it doesn’t last long though.

You’re quickly stopped, your hair pulled as one of them drag you back.

“Woah there biscuits, we just wanna talk.” Wade turns you around, holding you by your shoulders as Logan tenses up, just waiting for you to run. “We’re not gonna kill you, just a few questions and we will be out of your hair.”

“Really?”

“Yes, then replaced by Nick Fury's agents.” You scoff as he keeps you still. You don’t bother fighting back, you knew damn well you wouldn’t be able to overpower him.

“Wonderful that makes this so much better. Look.” You gently take his hands off your shoulders. “I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m definitely not who you think I am.”

“Oh you are. We know exactly who you are.” Logan speaks.

“Who am I then? I am a twenty year old college girl with a drinking problem who goes to my friend's drama club every Friday. Doesn’t sound very Wolverine and Deadpool worthy.” You blab out, hoping they’d just leave you alone.

“No, see. You’re the girl who was abandoned, or rather ran away,” Ouch. “At a very young age because of daddy issues, who decided that she would cope with the loss by becoming a very, very hated bounty hunter, mercenary, assassin, whatever you may go by.” Wade spits out, nodding a little in the end. “But we just have a few questions.”

“Fuck you.”

“Again, your mouth is too pretty to be saying that nasty word-”

“Wade enough.” Logan shuts him up, and looks down at you, bending down a little to reach your height. “You going to tell us everything you know about your boss, or we are going to have our fun fucking your face up before we give you to Fury.”

“Again, you have the wrong person.”

“Give it.” He stands straight, holding his hand out to Wade as the guy in red reaches into his pocket, placing a syringe into his palm. “You don’t wanna talk? Fine. We won’t let you go.” He tells you, taking the cap off the needle and grabbing you as you try to move away before stabbing the pin into the side of your neck, and he pushes the contents into your veins.

When you wake up, it feels like you’ve been sleeping in a dusty room for years, your body immediately gasping and coughing for years as the smell of alcohol and murky water clouding your lungs like we're in a swamp.

Your head spins, and you groan in pain, whatever they injected you with fucking hurt. You wouldn’t be surprised if it expired as you sit there, feeling paralyzed. Each of your limbs in pain and a tear falls from your eye, but you sit up, the worst of the pain targeted towards your waist, like you’ve done a thousand curl ups without a break.

The room is as you expect it to look, the murky scent of a swamp on making you lightheaded. There’s a green glow on the walls as the sun shines through a window curtain, and you’re sitting in a bed that was more than likely the origin of the smell, a dirty hand rag sitting on the edge.

“Fucking disgusting…” You mumble as you throw your feet over the edge of the bed, your bare skin touching the cold, worn wooden floor. You make your way to the bedroom door, expecting it to be locked but it opens easily, the hinges screaming as you slowly open it, checking for anyone in sight, but there was no one. Until a head peeks up from behind a counter.

“Are you awake girl?” The voice asks, an older woman's face looking towards the area you were standing in, but not quite. “Hello? I swear I heard the door open…” She mumbles, and stumbles towards you. She’s blind. You realise, stepping to the side slightly to avoid her running into you.

“H-Hi?”

“Oh! Hi. So you are awake.”

“Yes, sorry. Where am I?” You ask as she begins to walk back over to behind the counters, tripping on the way over a box but catching herself.

“Dammit Wade, stop moving things…” She growls, her teeth clenched. “You are in my humble abode. Wade said to keep you here until he got back.”

“Well, I have to go-” You take a single step towards the front door, but stop.

“My name is Althea hun, what’s yours?” She asks, and you tell her your name. “That’s a very pretty name. Wade and his friend Logan have said a lot about you.”

“Have they…?” You roll your eyes a little. What could those two possibly say about you, someone they’ve never met before.

“Yea, they tell me you’re stubborn, but you’re smart.”

“That's… not a lot, but okay.”

“Oh there’s more, mainly from Wade but I don’t think you want to hear the sexual fantasies that I was cursed to listen to from the day I met him.” Your eyes squint in confusion, and your mouth moves as if you’re about to say something, but nothing comes out. “Are you hungry? I know Wade has some leftover mac and cheese, but it’s shaped like unicorns. Although I can’t see very well obviously and I personally think they’re shaped like a penis. Or at least that’s what the shape feels like when I eat it.” She opens the fridge taking out a tupperware bowl and she slides it onto the counter. With as much as you wanted to leave, you didn’t want to be rude.

“Yea no they uh…” You look down at the leftover noodles. “Yea those aren’t unicorns.”

“I fucking knew it.”

“OH! That was amazing! A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!” You turn around quickly, and you’re met with Wade removing his mask as Logan walks in behind him like a lost puppy. Logan's eyes quickly land on you while Wade talks about whatever was so amazing. “Gasp! She’s awake.”

“You don’t actually say gasp, Wade.”

“Well it’s more fun to say gasp than to gasp you should try it some time. Oh wait, you’re too busy grumbling to be able to gasp.” Ironically, Logan grumbles something under his breath. “Well hey there goody-two-shoes. Has blind Al kept you entertained?” Blind Al? He hooks his arm over Althea's shoulders and takes the tupperware of noodles from her. “What’s wrong? Not a fan of the unicorn noods?” He laughs a little, opening the container before picking up some of the noodles with his fingers and shoving them into his mouth as Althea mumbles something you don’t hear, then there’s a presence behind you.

“How long have you been awake?” Logan asks you, his hand settling on your shoulder as you jump to the sound of his voice.

“She hasn’t been up long. Maybe five minutes.” Althea answers for you. “Now are you sure you aren’t hungry? We’ve got crackers, cup noodles-”

“I ate the cup noodles.” Wade interrupts.

“Well we have crackers still and-”

“I ate the crackers with the noodles.”

I’m sure we have half a cucumber left in the fridge.”

“What? Last time I used that thing it wasn’t cut.”

“Used?”

There’s a long silence before Logan speaks up again. “Look, kid.” He makes you face him. “We just have some questions. S.H.I.E.L.D wanted us to bring you to them, but they have this torture method I’m not very fond of that they use when people don’t co-operate.” He explains, his eyes staring into yours, searching for an understanding. “And I know you aren’t the co-operating type, to Wade and I thought it would be best to bring you here. But if you don’t cooperate with us…” He gives you a warning look, and you nod a little. “Good.”

“I just don’t get why they need to question me.”

“You’re smart. And that makes you a threat.” He tells you, and sighs. “So are you hungry?”

“I’m okay.”

“You haven’t eaten in two days.”

“Two-” You stutter, your eyes widening and your eyebrows quirking up. “Two days?”

“Yea, and you don’t even wanna know what Wade did in the bed next to-”

“Okay Ms. Menopause, don’t you have an eye appointment at 2?” Wade shuts her up.

“Why would I have an eye appointment? I’m blind.”

“Let's talk outside.” Logan grabs your arm, and leads you outside of the little apartment.

“I just don’t get it, I didn’t do anything wrong. At least not recently.”

“You have a suit.” Fuck. You freeze as he brings you into the hallway and looks down at you. His height is more intimidating than it should be.

“I- Have… A suit?”

“Yes. Which Tony Stark believes was created by Stark tech. He had a shipment that was stolen last week, and it’s leading back to you.” You stand there speechless. Feeling ridiculous as your shift on your feet, still wearing your Wolverine costume. You didn’t steal shit.

“I did not steal anything.” You answer him honestly. Who in their right minds would steal Stark tech? That’s a death wish.

“Well, they say otherwise, so until you can prove your innocence and that you are not a threat, especially considering you murder people for a living-”

“Woah okay.” You put your hands up defensively. “I have not murdered someone in a little over two months, it gets stressful.”

“Big pay.”

“Really big pay, but not enough for me to do it like it’s a full time job.”

“Then how do you make money on the side? Part time theft?”

“Are you kidding?” You ask, genuinely. “No, I’m a lab assistant at the college I go to.”

“Is that where you get your tech?”

“No, I buy stuff off Facebook and then break it down and repurpose it.”

“With the money you make from murdering people?”

“No, with the money I make from grading chemistry tests.”

“That’s barely $300 a month, I know how much you make.”

“Stalker alert.”

“Look.” He sighs, rubbing his hand down his face. “What was the name of the last man you killed? On March the twenty-third?”

“Does it matter?”

“Oh it matters.” He nods. “It matters a fucking lot. That was a very important person.”

“He was a drug dealer and trafficked children.”

“Yes, and he had very vital information, which the physical evidence was destroyed in the fire you decided to start.”

“I didn’t decide to, it just kind of happened.”

“You turned on a lighter and threw it behind you.”

“So you can get video evidence on that but not video evidence on what he did to children?”

“Did you get anything out of her yet or do we need to waterboard her?” Wade steps out, a dog in his hand. What the fuck?

“We are not waterboarding her.”

“But it always works.”

“I can breathe underwater.” You break into the conversation, and both of their heads turn.

“You’re a mutant?” He asks, more of a declaration though.

“Will that be used against me?”

“Say it again I wanna get it on recording.” Wade giggles a little and hands Logan the hairless pug, its collar reading “Mary Poppins,” then he takes out his phone, the case was adorned with pink sparkles and a unicorn sticker that was peeling off and covered in blood.

“Your friend thinks everything is a joke?” You ask him, and he just nods.

“Yea, you have to be a dick to him first and insult his past if you want him to be even a little serious.” He scratches the dog's head.

“Speaking from experience I’m assuming.” He nods.

“Uh oh, the one eyed ninja is calling me, do I pick up?”

“Yes you pick up, or he’ll come here.”

“Hello Mr. Fury.” Wade speaks into the phone. “Oh no, we still haven’t found her.” He pauses, presumably letting Fury speak. “No, no. We’ve got everything under control.” You reach out and pet the dog that’s still in Logan's arms, and her tongue reaches out to lick you. “No you do not have to put another bullet through my head, that hurt last time- what? No. Of course I’m not lying to you.” Then he suddenly reaches over, and knocks hard on the wall next to him. “Oh? Do you hear that? That’s the stripper I ordered, I have to go before it gets cold. Okay love you bye-” You hear the hang up dial tone before Wade even finishes his sentence. “He’s on his way.”

“You’re fucking kidding me.” Logan growls, handing Wade back the dog.

“Oh I wish. He doesn’t know you’re here though because of the whole…” He moves his hand in a circular motion. “You know, our universe Logan being dead and all… So I guess you can take Y/N and go out for a few hours, come back when I text you it’s safe.”

“And how will he know it’s you texting, not Fury?” You ask.

“We have a safe word.”

“Safe word…?” You look between them. “Like for sex.”

“Yes.” “No.” Two different answers.

“You’re both chaotic.”

“Lovers franchise.” Wade whispers.

“His ‘safeword,’ is bazinga. Whatever the fuck that means.” He makes air quotes.

“Okay well, I’d rather be with you two than see whatever Fury has in stock for me. Where was he? Is he on his way or-?”

“Oh he’s waiting by the front door.”

“What?” You and Logan say in unison.

“Yea, so you’ll have to take the fire exit.

This fucking dude.

Logan growls and grabs your wrist before leading you down the hall and to the window at the end of it before sliding it open.

“Come on.” He steps out, and grabs your hand to help you, not letting go until you were both steadily standing on the metal stairs of the fire exit, then he closed the window and he led you the way down.

“So where are we gonna go?” You ask as you both reach the ground, him helping you down as if you’re fragile. Which you weren’t.

“I know a place.”

“Just don’t murder me…” You mumble, sort of a joke as he leads you to the parking lot, a set of keys in his hands as he clicks a button on them, a Honda Odysseys lights blinking as it unlocks.

“As long as you behave and tell me everything.” He opens the passenger door for you.

“I can guarantee you will not be harmed.”

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@askazara @oldmanwithashield @smolbendyhorn @indoraptorgirlwind @ultimategamernerd @thek2b @sobeautifullyobsessed @koffeebiscuits You guys make us smile. Just know that. You make us smile so very much and we appreciate you!

@og-ant-man and @totally-not-spiderman-askblog I haven't interacted with you all that much yet, but you guys seem pretty cool. I foresee a lot more interactions between us and I look forward to all of that.

@youknowwhoiamaskblog Last but most certainly not least, Iron Mun, the other half of the Mun Bros and the person who is as much Tony as I am Scott. I could write a book about you, my friend. Every time I see you pop up in my notifications in anyway at all, I drop everything and check. Heck, sometimes I scour your blog because I'm such a fan of your content. I adore how you portray Tony, and you already know your tags give me life. You make me laugh, you break my heart, and you make me want to hug you and Tony for all sorts of reasons! And I am so so so so proud of our Math Bros and the content we're creating. Let me just say, RDJ would be so proud of your rendition of such a beloved character. You're so funny and sweet and kind and a really creative writer don't look at me like that it's true you are! I am so so so glad you and your Tony reached out.

Okay...did I get everyone? Did I miss someone? Oh geez, I hope not. I really don't want to hurt someone's feelings. Wow, look at this list. It's long, and that's such a good thing. I feel loved and blessed, and I know Scott does too. Trust me ;)

[vivern-of-nosgoth]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Thank you for the tag, @thedietelf and @deliciaexmachina !

Three Ships: Karl Heisenberg/any OC or y/n [RE8] (I just really like our man in any action); same with Hank Anderson [DBH], Savage Opress, Darth Maul or Darth Vader [Star Wars] (doesn't matter, I like to read what is happening inside of their brains), aaand I guess, Deadpool/Spiderman (they are so innocent and painful in the same time, I can't).

I don't really care about any romantic lines, and usually read general fanfiction, so show me how you can fix or destroy this story, or maybe open me another point of view.

First Ever Ship: oh, I guess it was April O'Neil/The Shredder [TMNT 1987 TV series] also Wolverine/(all of his tragic girl stories); Rogue/Gambit [X-Men: The Animated Series 1992]

I REALLY liked Rogue like daaaamn I wanted to steal this girl even then, hah. Wait a second… *looking in a mirror, noticed my new favorite haircut* Oh I see the pattern.

Last Song: Yaki-Da - I Saw You Dancing

Last Movie: Taxi 4 [2007] (Taxi 1-4 is my fave film series, I can do anything when it's on TV, my body works, my brain is calm)

Currently Reading: Everything Is Fucked by Mark Manson

Currently Watching: just some fave youtube channels

Currently Consuming: spicy mushroom/carrot and rice

Currently Craving: fucking end of all of this shit around, maybe alien invasion, also noodles and next chapter of Wingman by Anjaliya (AO3)

Also my sad ass in the Picrew lol:

I gentle tagging:

@crowtrobotx , @loo-nuh-tik , @diamondcitydarlin , @bingusbozo , @hometown-unicorn , @heathkrycek , @guttersnarls , @heisendaddysimp, @donkmykong , @one-detroit-detective

[seveneyesoup]

alright gang my friend asked a question i didn’t have an answer for: how do weeping angels decide when to send people back to?

theory 1: they send back the amount of years you would have lived so you die the year you were born

comment: obv not the case. billy shipton met sally sparrow as a young man and an old one on the same day, and was very much alive during his own lifetime

theory 2: each individual angel has a set time to which they send people, and two people sent to the same time (eg martha and the doctor) were simply sent back by the same angel

comment: plausible, i think, but if they’re “as old as the universe, or very nearly,” then the dates on our (and their) past that they were sent to were in the future. perhaps each has a set length of time back?

theory 3: it’s totally random who gets sent to when or where

comment: sure. but it’s boring.

theory 4: the date in the past is determined by some combination of the strength the angel has and the amount of energy they need, and those factors set the parameters for how far back the victims go.

comment: i like this one. it makes enough sense, and ties into the idea mentioned elsewhere that the blink angels were almost starving. i don’t really like the other weeping angel episodes, they sort of ruin the concept of them, but i like the idea that the originals were hungry. no one goes back too far because it takes a lot of energy to send them back, but the payoff is instant, and makes them stronger.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Stalker X Stalker, Part 5

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Perma tag: @nathleigh

Stalker x Stalker taglist: @aespades @jayjayspixiepop @blueslushgueen @fan-written @seraphichana @nerd-nowandforever

Marinette listened in on Tim for three days.

Not actively, of course, she didn’t hang onto every word he said. She just let her consciousness drift in and out of the conversations he had while she worked on finishing up the outfit she had designed for Audrey...

And, yeah, she was getting to the point where she was willing to bet on him being an okay guy. Better than okay, even. He was just so… genuine?

The first two days he had come in sick. She knew the signs of working while sick by heart, the trudging around and the groaning and the constant banging your head on the desk when you pass out randomly, and damn she was pretty sure even she wasn’t as bad as him. He probably shouldn’t be working at all, to be honest, he was CEO and there was nothing stopping him from taking the day -- or even just a few hours -- off. But, no, from the sound of it he was drinking ungodly amounts of coffee and calling it okay.

And despite the fact that he seemed absolutely miserable, he hadn’t taken it out on anyone. She had yet to hear him be impolite to anyone, not even the people that worked under him. His secretary had made a scheduling mistake and he had not only assured her it was fine but didn’t even require her to fix it.

Even when he was talking to himself while working he never once said anything questionable. And he talked to himself a lot. It was like a podcast, honestly, just hearing him rattle off numbers and weird business terms she hadn’t learned because she was self-taught. He talked almost constantly and he should have slipped up by now, yet here she was three days later with nothing to show for it except for a whole lot of guilt.

Marinette hadn’t thought much about it on the first day, everyone had their good days from time to time. On the second day she said ‘oh, it’s a coincidence’, but on the third day she had to call it: her paranoia had been a little unfounded.

Literally the worst thing about him so far was that he didn’t seem to care much about his own health… and that wasn’t really a bad thing about him as much as it was a bad thing for him.

So, yeah, it looked like she had no real reason to listen in on him anymore.

… but…

Something about him was nagging at her. He was a nice guy and she’d like to be his friend… it was just that, sometimes, she could swear she recognized his voice.

And it wasn’t like there were a lot of people she knew in America, she knew who he probably was.

Her hand itched towards the tiny device hidden under her window seat. One click (and maybe a little researching) and she’d know for sure who the bats were. The only thing stopping her was the knowledge that, if she did know their real names, she’d accidentally call them by them once and immediately get thrown either into a cell or out of Gotham. She was a meta (kind of), she was already on thin ice. She didn’t need the paranoid idiots that were the bats being more wary of her than they already were.

So, she left it alone.

She kept the bug, though. Mostly just because she wanted to hear it directly from him rather than just guessing by his voice. After all, voices can be similar. If he were to directly talk about bat business while she was listening in, though… that would definitely be a point towards her theory, to say the least.

And, yeah, she knew it was kind of messed up. She could be listening in on some innocent guy for all she knew, but it was… morally kind of okay? The whole thing about stalking is that it makes your victim feel unsafe. If he was Red Robin then he had found the bug and hadn’t felt unsafe enough to remove it and if he was a civilian then he would never know about the bug and therefore couldn’t feel unsafe. Therefore, it wasn’t stalking, not really.

… yeah, that makes sense.

She glanced at her sketchbook and yawned. She really needed to get a new outfit idea soon. Good thing Tim said he was taking her out tomorrow --.

Shit, Tim was taking her out tomorrow.

She jumped up from her spot at the window and ran to her closet. What to wear, what to wear...

Frenchie: where are we going tomorrow

Spiderman: It’s a surprise.

Frenchie: fuck your surprises tim what do i need to wear

She heard his laugh crackle through her earpiece. Rude.

Spiderman: Casual clothes.

Frenchie: there are LEVELS of casual tim

Spiderman: Oh, so we’re breaking out the capital letters. This must be serious.

She scoffed. Of course it was serious.

Frenchie: just tell me what to wear

Spiderman: A t-shirt and jeans is fine.

Kwamis, send her strength. Like she was going to wear a t-shirt and jeans. Did he even know who he was talking to?

But at least she had a gauge on how casual she could go. She picked out a light pink button down and black shorts for herself and then, because she had a little bit of foresight, she added some black tights.

She smiled faintly and dropped back in her bed.

She couldn’t wait to see where he was going to take her.

She found out the next day. Because that’s how things work.

She raised her eyebrows. “There’s no way it’s actually called a ‘space museum’. You’ve gotta be lying.”

Tim shrugged, a grin poking at his lips. “Do you really think I’d make it up?”

“Well, considering your outfit, I’d say you aren’t the most creative of guys so maybe you did,” she teased.

Tim looked down at his outfit and pouted. He was wearing little more than a black turtleneck and pants under a white jacket. “Must you make fun of every outfit I wear?”

“Only the bad ones. Seriously, would it kill you to wear a little bit of color?”

He rolled his eyes. “At least I thought to bring a jacket. It’s thirty degrees!”

She had forgotten that Americans used Fahrenheit, sue her.

Of course, she was never going to admit to this. She stuck her tongue out at him. “Maybe I’m just not a wimp.”

He snickered. “Oh, so you’re not cold?”

“Not at all.”

“Then stop hugging that coffee cup.”

She looked down at the coffee cup that was her only source of warmth and happiness in this cruel world that had two different measuring systems (three if you counted Kelvin). She gripped it tighter. “... no.”

He rolled his eyes again and, after a beat of hesitation, shrugged his jacket off and offered it to her.

Marinette normally wouldn’t give in this easy… but she really was cold and his clothes were far thicker than hers were and she knew that her teeth would start chattering soon which would have been so embarrassing...

So she blushed faintly and slipped the jacket on. It smelled like ungodly expensive cologne. “Thanks.”

He grinned. “I’m taking your coffee as payment.”

“No --!”

~

After dropping by a cafe so Marinette didn’t kill him, Tim took her to the space museum (yes, that actually was what it was called).

He thought she would have missed the night sky. Gotham hardly ever had a clear night due to the thick smog that hung over the city like a curse. And they spent quite a lot of time outside at night, she must have been feeling a little homesick.

So, he rented out the museum for the day. Yes, the whole museum. He was rich and mildly famous and what was the point of that if he wasn’t going to use it to make the people he cared about happy? He doubted she would be able to enjoy the sights as much if people were constantly taking pictures of them and asking about their relationship.

She raised her eyebrows just slightly but otherwise didn’t acknowledge the lack of people.

They slipped through the rooms quietly in search of inspiration.

Many of the rooms were your typical museum things: exhibits showing off different space rocks and explaining stars and supernovas. They didn’t stop much here, obviously, there was little to be inspired by. The most that happened for a long while was Marinette stopping from time to time to take a picture of a nice color that she wanted to try and replicate later.

And then she had stopped to look at a spacesuit. She blinked a few times before breaking into a grin and flipping to a new page in her sketchbook. He could barely make out the name ‘Jagged’ from where he was fiddling with his camera a respectable distance away.

So, Marinette, at least, was having a productive time. Tim was… a little stressed, to be honest.

Tim was having a particularly hard time getting ‘inspired’.

It had been years since he had picked up his camera, which was certainly a problem but it wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that he had never been one to take pictures of locations or objects. Sure, there was the occasional picture of the Gotham skyline, but he had always had a tendency towards taking pictures of people. Batman and Robin working as a team to take out a bunch of thugs, Robin and Nightwing racing each other across the rooftops, Batman and Nightwing stopping for ice cream after a particularly long patrol… and now he wanted to take pictures of Marinette.

But that would be weird because a) the first day he had implied he took pictures of attractions in order to alleviate suspicion about why he just so happened to be on the same rooftop as her and b) she probably wouldn’t think they were close enough for him to take pictures of her.

He kind of wished he could just go back to the old days where his subjects didn’t know he was there and he wouldn’t have to worry about what they would think about him if he took a picture of them.

His fingers itched towards the camera hanging from his neck because she looked so cute with her tongue poking out of her mouth and her orange, yellow, and white colored pencils sticking out from between her fingers like little Wolverine claws and he loved the way his jacket looked on her and --.

“You can stop staring, I’ll be done as fast as I can.”

His brain shorted out and the only response he could come up with was a squeaky: “Sorry?”

She looked up from her work with an awkward smile. “I’m sorry it’s taking so long, I just… if I don’t do it now it’ll slip my mind. I’m working as fast as I can, though.”

He was rebooting. Give him a minute.

Ah, there it was.

Wait, she thought he was being impatient?

“Nononono take your time, it’s fine! I just...”

He trailed off before he could finish the thought because this was the second time they had hung out he couldn’t make things awkward between them already.

… but she was giving him a confused, vaguely concerned, look and he was pretty sure that if he didn’t come up with something soon it would be awkward anyways.

“IwasjustwonderingifIcouldtakeapictureofyou?” He blurted out before he could stop himself again.

She blinked once. Twice. And then a blush spread across her face.

“Oh. Uh… sure?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he said.

“It’s fine. A little sudden but… fine,” she said with a tiny smile.

Tim couldn’t keep the smile off of his face.

Not one to be blushy for long, apparently, Marinette flashed a wink. “Should I call up my friend Adrien for modeling tips or…?”

He rolled his eyes and schooled his face back into his usual grin. “It’s fine, just keep working. I’ll figure out angles and stuff.”

She tipped her head to the side confusedly. “Don’t you need me to be still?”

He didn’t look up from messing with the settings of his camera. “Not at all. You’re probably going to be one of my easier pictures.”

“... thanks…?”

“I do mostly nighttime photography. Capturing things in motion without it blurring requires a --.” He cringed. “Sorry, um… basically, when you want to take photos of things that are moving fast, you need a lot of natural light.”

“... you can talk about it more in depth, if you want.”

He shrugged. “I’d bore you.”

“I like your voice,” she said… then she seemed to realize the implications because she cleared her throat and did her best to backtrack: “In comparison to every other American I’ve heard so far, at least. Why do your accents… sound like that?”

“Ah, yes, because everyone knows that French people have the best accents.”

“Excuse you, I have been told by many people that my accent is actually very nice.”

He grinned. “By whom? Half-drunk men on the street?”

She gasped as if offended. “I get my information from much more reliable sources... like drunk women in bathrooms, thank you very much.”

“I see. My mistake. I apologize.”

“As you should.”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Don’t you have a design to make?” She looked down at her sketchbook and a silence stretched between them as she squinted at her design.

“You forgot what you were doing, didn’t you?”

She groaned and rested her head in her hands.

He took a picture of her exasperated pout.

~

Marinette ended up with two outfits.

One was for Jagged, based off of the spacesuit she had seen. She had figured that, with all the songs he wrote about being free, there was bound to be one about how he ‘finally had his own space’. It was good to be prepared.

The other was for Cassandra Wayne. Marinette hadn’t thought much about it, to be honest. She just knew that Cassandra liked the color black with designs on top of it, and that the planetarium had a nice star pattern that would work for that. It would be super expensive, what with all the gems she would need, but it wasn’t like the Waynes couldn’t afford it.

… and then she looked up to see Tim pouting.

She giggled, resting her head on her hand. “What?”

“My sister is getting a dress and I’m not.”

Oh, so he was an actual fan. Interesting.

She brushed that conversation aside in favor of teasing him: “You want a dress?”

“Yes! No? Yes? I --.” He huffed and took a seat in the chair next to her. “I have faith anything you make will look nice.”

She felt a blush rise to her face and she rolled her eyes. “Hm. Telling the person in charge of your wardrobe ‘I have full faith in you’ is a terrible idea.”

“Oh? I don’t think you, in good conscience, can make and give me anything bad.”

She squinted at him for a minute before breaking into a grin. “Wanna bet?”

He leaned back in his chair, scrutinizing her for a few moments, before smirking. “Sure, how about we put five thousand on it?”

She choked. She’d forgotten he was rich rich.

She was quick to backtrack: “Nah. With all your fashion choices so far I can’t trust you not to wear it to some Gala or whatever it is you rich people do.”

“Damn, there goes that plan.”

She grinned and looked down at her sketchbook. After a few seconds she flipped to a new page. She squinted at his outfit for a few moments before starting to doodle something.

“What’re you making now?”

“I’m making you something with some color.”

He huffed. “Excuse you, I’m a goth in a family of goths. I can’t wear color.”

“Yeah, yeah. Trust me, I know. I’d say Richard is the black sheep of the family in that aspect but he’s the one wearing color.”

He laughed a little. “So Dick is the white sheep, then?”

“Yea --.” She stopped and then squinted over at him. “Dick?”

“It’s what he insists everyone calls him.”

She looked down at her sketchbook for a moment, processing, and then shook her head. “Your brother has a degradation kink.”

Tim brought his hand to his mouth in stunned silence before pulling his phone from his pocket and definitely not informing the family group chat of his discovery.

She snickered and went to work on the outfit again. It was a simple one, because she didn’t want to go too far out of his comfort zone, but there was no way she was going to be friends with a monochromatic idiot.

She leaned over until her head rested on his shoulder. He tensed up just a little before resting his head on top of hers.

~

When she had finished he took a picture of the planetarium to keep up pretenses and they had made their leave.

… but first, they stopped by the gift shop. Because why not?

Tim could have bought everything there for Marinette -- and probably would have, if asked -- but, considering she had freaked out about five thousand dollars earlier, he figured maybe he should keep that more or less quiet.

Instead, he followed her around while idly bouncing a Saturn shaped bouncy ball. It was a terrible shape for a bouncy ball and he kind of loved it, to be honest. Not to mention the little smile Marinette made behind her hand every time the ball would try another mad dash for freedom was pretty cute.

And then they hit the t-shirt section. And her lips twitched as she reached out and picked up a bright blue shirt that said ‘May the F=MA be with you’ in white text.

“It’s awful. It’s perfect.”

He grinned. “Wow, look at you. You know one of the simplest physics formulas by heart, aren’t you smart?” He joked.

She bowed. “I know, I know.”

He held out a hand for it and she stared at him for a few seconds in confusion.

“I’ll hold it until we get to the front desk.”

She squinted at him. “I’m paying for my own shirt.”

“I can afford it,” he said with a sigh.

“So can I.”

“Either you let me pay for it or I’ll keep track of everything you buy while with me and add it to your commissions.”

“... either you let me pay for it or I’ll never make an outfit for you ever again. I know your measurements and style, Timothy, you won’t be able to get past me.”

They narrowed their eyes at each other, daring each other to call their bluffs…

And then his shoulders sagged. “Fine.”

He’d just have to use his connections to lower prices on fabrics for her. Did he mention that he was rich and mildly famous? Yeah. It was pretty cool.

~

She smiled as she leaned against the doorframe to her apartment. “Thanks for taking me out. It was fun.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets and smiled back. She was determinedly ignoring the way his smile made little butterflies flutter in her stomach. She patently hated butterflies. They weren’t allowed.

“I had fun, too. Want to do it again, sometime?”

“... sure, I guess you passed my test.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Your test?”

“Oh, yeah.” She waved him off. “If you had made any creepy comments today I would have blocked you.”

He seemed a little relieved by this information, though she wasn’t quite sure why. “That’s a pretty good test to have in Gotham.”

“I know, I’m pretty smart,” she said jokingly.

He shrugged. “Yeah.”

Damn it, now she was blushing. Shit.

She crossed her arms over her chest. “Do you flatter every girl you take to the space museum? Is this your strategy?”

He snickered. “Well, considering you’re the only girl I’ve taken, I’m going to have to say yes.”

She hummed. “I’m glad I’m so special to you, because that means you won’t drop me when I never give you this jacket back.”

He huffed. “You can’t just do that.”

“I can and will,” she teased. Then, because she wasn’t a completely cruel person, she reached up to her coatrack and pulled down a red scarf for him. “Here, take this so it’s more of a trade than stealing.”

“If I don’t?”

“Then you get to walk back to your house in the cold like that.”

He snorted. “What happened to not wanting to steal?”

“At least I offered!”

He rolled his eyes and leaned down so she could wrap the scarf around his neck.

She looked up at him, a blush spreading across her face, and then carefully draped it over his shoulders. “There. Now you have a splash of color.”

He smiled at her. “Ah, I see, this was all just a plot to get me to wear colors. It all makes sense now.”

“Of course.” She tugged him down more by the scarf to press a kiss to his nose. “You should wear red and black more often. They’re totally your colors.”

He smiled a little dopily. “You have no idea.”

She pushed his face away. “Weirdo. Go be cryptic somewhere else.”

“Fine, fine. See you in a few days.”

“See you then.”

~~~

Bonus Batfam group chat stuff

Timtamalam: What if Dick makes everyone call him that because he has a degradation kink?

LetMeLeaveTheChat: i fucking hate this family.

BloodSon: This is exactly the kind of lowbrow humor to be expected of you, Drake.

Timtamalam: I’m unappreciated in my time.

CAss: :0

Timtamalam: See, this is why Cass is the favorite.

YouDontSeeMe: DickJoke please respond

DickJoke: I raised each and every one of you and this is the thanks I get

LetMeLeaveTheChat: sucks to suck, dickwad.

DickJoke: That’s it when I get through all this dumb Heartless stuff I’m coming back to the manor and we’re all going to have family time

CAss: :(

ItsEggplantNotPurple: damn it

YouDontSeeMe: crap

LetMeLeaveTheChat: fuck. and an extra “fuck” on duke’s behalf.

BloodSon: Look at what you have done, Drake.

Timtamalam: Sorry guys.

[fantasticstoryteller]

New Dynasty Chapter 56

“Found the dino,” growled Wolverine as he sniffed the area. He could almost—almost scent Deadpool. It was surprisingly hard to track the mercenary now that he didn’t fire his guns on a regular basis—and took regular showers. Luckily there was a lingering scent of Peter with the mercenary making it slightly easier.

Or it would if Peter, as Spiderman, wasn’t right there. Spiderman’s own scent was, while downplayed, interfering. Still, Wolverine would never tell the man to leave—because even though he could heal from almost anything it was never wise to antagonize someone missing both child and mate. Especially not when that someone was also related to people that Charles needed to stay on the good side of.

Spiderman ducked down and put a gentle hand on the dinosaur’s flank. It shivered, shuddered—and then the dinosaur flipped itself until it was on its feet. It snorted and looked rapidly around before turning to Spiderman. “Go find Arachne,” Spiderman ordered.

The dinosaur leaned forward, sniffing the each crook of Spiderman’s neck in turn. The costumed hero didn’t even flinch. Then it turned, lifted its head, and let out a huge roar that sent Wolverine into a fighting crouch before the thing turned and trotted off.

“Is it really going off to find Arachne?” asked the agent who’d been tagging along with them.

“I’m not sure,” Spiderman admitted. “I’m not connected to her like Deadpool and Arachne are.”

“Well, if there’s a chance,” muttered the agent before taking off after the dinosaur.

Wolverine pulled out of his crouch and looked between them with narrowed eyes. “I’m not sure which of you scares me more.”

“Don’t think about it too hard,” advised Spiderman. “Can you scent Deadpool, or are the lingering scents of the city too much?”

“The scents are too much,” Wolverine admitted.

“Well,” said Spiderman as he pulled out a phone. “We knew it was a long shot.”

“Who ya callin’ Sugar?” drawled a voice behind him. Wolverine whirled and crouched to look up at—his former teammate.

“Rogue,” he said, not hiding his surprise.

The woman gave him a saucy wink. “Logan. Spiderman. Heard good ol’ DP went missing. Word is everybody wants to find him.”

Spiderman observed her. Wolverine wasn’t sure if the two had ever met before, but all the hero did was ask a question. “Just why does everyone want to find him?”

Rogue chuckled. “Because Sugar,” she said as she strode forward, “the little Princess is looking for her daddy and we all want to help.” She pulled out a phone of her own. “Rogue checking in. My area’s clear.” She rattled off the coordinates. “Oh, I just ran into two lovelies doing a search of their own. I’ll ask where they’ve checked.” She held the phone away from her mouth. “Princess is shading her little map to make sure no one checks the same areas twice. You want to ask what hasn’t been checked?” She handed the phone to Spiderman.

“Thanks, Rogue,” the masked hero said as he took it and spoke.

“A ‘little princess’?” quoted Wolverine as he looked at the woman.

Rogue chuckled softly. “Oh, yes. The little girl came running into one of the most disreputable bars in town and asked all the people in it to help her find her daddy.” She reached over and tweaked Wolverine’s nose with a gloved finger. “And they all rushed out to help her. Even Weasel’s making himself useful, for a change.”

“Good job,” Spiderman said into the phone. “I’ll see if some of the people Tony has out can network with you—I don’t think any of them thought of shading the map like that.” A pause. “Of course he does. Whether or not they’re friends, they are teammates and teammates are like family.” Another pause. “I think this is one of those things that will make more sense when you’re older. Okay. Love you too. Bye.” He hung up and handed the phone to Rogue.

“So you know the Princess too?” asked Rogue casually.

“I do,” admitted Spiderman. “And if that woman thinks she just take the child, well, she’s going to learn that she has more of a bite than anyone suspects.”

“What woman?” asked Wolverine.

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

Marvel 20 Questions

No one tagged me, but I saw this and wanted to fill it out.

1. Favorite solo film? Captain America: The First Avenger. I always love the origin stories and seeing Steve stay honorable and sweet when he becomes a super soldier is my favorite.

2. Favorite team-up film? Probably Civil War. It sucked choosing sides (though I picked team Cap immediately), it was cool to see who would side with who.

3. Favorite female character? Shuri without a doubt. It used to be Natasha, but Shuri is boss. I love her personality.

4. Favorite male character? Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Logan Howlett, or Peter Parker. I love them all so much.

5. Best canon ship? I really loved Nat and Bruce. Also, Peter and MJ are life. Same with Tony and Pepper.

6. Best non-canon ship? I kinda like Nat and Clint. I didn’t have much of an opinion but after Endgame, I was all for it!

7. Favorite actor? Tom Hiddleston, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Evans, Chris Pratt, Sebastian Stan, Hugh Jackman... I could go on. I like pretty much all of them. Though I think I can say Paul Rudd is at the top of my list.

8. Favorite actress? Scarlett Johansson.

9. Favorite director? Joss Whedon hands down.

10. What was the first MCU movie you ever watched? My first Marvel movie was the first generation of Spiderman movies. In the MCU, it was Iron Man.

11. Which MCU movie have you watched the most? Civil War probably. I saw it five times before it even came out. If it’s not that one, it’s totally The First Avenger.

12. Favorite super-suit? T’Challa’s suit that Shuri made him.

13. Favorite weapon? Bucky’s arm.

14. Favorite origin story? Probably Captain America’s. His or Wolverine’s (I KNOW HE’S NOT IN THE MCU, BUT I LOVE LOGAN HOWLETT!!!!)

15. Favorite villain? Winter Soldier. He was a badass. And he turned to the good side. :)

16. Favorite fight sequence? So, it’s not really a fight scene as it is a chase, but when T’Challa goes after Bucky and then Bucky takes that motorcycle from a dude and does that sweet trick with it? Yeah.

17. Favorite line from any of the films? Not in the MCU: “Fuck off” (Logan in First Class). In MCU: “That is America’s ass” (Steve in Endgame).

18. Favorite scene from any of the films? The motorcycle scene in Civil War or the scene where Steve jumps on the grenade during boot camp. My heart swells every time.

19. If you could pick an Infinity Stone to keep, which would you choose? Oh, man. I don’t remember most of them. Probably the mind stone. It’d be nice to have a little more control over my brain more so than using it to affect others. The space one would be cool, too.

20. Which Disney Plus MCU series are you most looking forward to? If I was going to ever subscribe to it, I’d watch the Falcon and Bucky one. I love the two of them personality wise, so I hope it’d be hilarious.

[goponylover]

I Knew Him Tree Bros Fic

Based on @nellos12 Middle School AU

Evan was cleaning out his closet. He had just finished a big project for college and found himself with nothing to do. Ever since he started working at the Pottery Barn he always felt the need to keep himself busy. It was tough, balancing work and college but he managed. He was also slowly reconciling with Jared and Zoe. How they forgave him he'd never understand...

"You're trying to put your past behind you, remember" He thought.

He pulled down a stack of books from his shelf and found they were a bunch of old yearbooks. Evan smiled slightly. He had never really cared enough to want his yearbooks, no one signed them anyway, but his mom had made sure to order and keep every single one. He pulled a random one from the stack, his seventh grade yearbook, sat on his bed and began flipping through it. Within minutes he found his old class photo. He traced along the many faces searching for his own but something else caught his eye. A tall boy with tangled red hair falling into his eyes and a cheeky grin on his face.

He recognized his eyes. 

Blue with just a smidge of brown in the left one.

Could that be...?

No. No way. There was no way he and Connor were in the seventh grade together! He would have remembered! He would have...although his hair was different. A lot about him looked different. His frame was much more filled out in this this picture than the thin, lanky teenager Evan had come to barely know. His cheeks weren't so hollow, though his cheekbones just as high, and his eyes weren't so angry. The more he looked at the picture the resemblance grew.

"If I don't get an answer for this I'm gonna lose my mind!" He thought.

He hesitantly picked up his phone and dialed Zoe's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey! Zoe It's-It's me. I um...I kinda have a-a-a question for you. I uh I was looking in this old seventh grade year book and I saw something and I really didn't wanna have to ask you but your really the only person I could ask and this is gonna drive me crazy if I don't figure this out and-"

"Evan!" She interrupted. "Just...ask the question."

Evan took a breath. Zoe had always helped him calm down. Carefully he asked the question. "....Did...did Connor ever have red hair?

There was quiet for a moment and Evan was sure he had really screwed up but then-

"When he was younger, yeah. He was a natural ginger like mom. He dyed it brown in freshman year and he kept it like that ever since so...yeah."

"Oh...ok...I'm sorry."

"Don't Evan. It's okay. Why'd you wanna know?" He could hear her smile over the phone and thanked God that she was so understanding.

"...I think Connor and I might have had the same seventh grade class."

"Oh..."

Silence reigned again. Evan hated that. Those moments of silence when no one was sure what to say or even if something should be said and it was all just so horribly awkward. Evan HATED it. With a passion. He was about to stutter out something, ANYTHING just to break the tension when Zoe did it for him.

"...Hey maybe sometime...you could let me take a look at that picture? I've almost forgotten what Connor looked like with red hair."

"Y-Yeah of course." Evan answered.

Zoe chuckled. "Y'know this whole...mess...its kinda given me a new perspective on him. Made me remember the good days."

"I thought you said there weren't-"

"I was wrong." She sighed "I guess I spent so long thinking about the bad stuff...I forgot about the good. Heh. Y'know the other day I was thinking about this video interview thing dad was doing for his company and they had Connor and me stand in the background and they told us 'look like your talking, it'll look more natural'. And Connor said to me, 'So we could say anything and no one would ever know?' He he! So we were like, 'Watermelon, watermelon watermelon, crocodile, hairdryer, toilet paper!' just talking random nonsense! I had to try so hard to keep a straight face and not ruin the shot!"

She broke into giggles.

Evan chuckled. "That's...awesome."

Zoe's laughter died down and for another short moment there was silence over the line. 

"I haven't thought about that in so long...how could I...forget something like that?"

Evan felt like he should say something but all that came out was "I...I-I don't um..."

Zoe interrupted before he got too lost in his rambling.

"Evan?"

"Y-yeah?"

"Thanks for calling."

"Oh...oh yeah uh n-no problem thanks for uh...thanks for talking to me, Zoe."

"Bye Evan."

"Bye."

Evan hung up the phone and put his face into his hands. So much was coming back to him. 

"Hey."

Evan turned and saw a somber looking kid with messy red hair. He had seen him before, he was known for his hair triigger temper and most kids avoided him. One time a girl had shoved him up against the wall in fourth grade and called him a "psycho freak". She had gone home with a bloody nose and missing four teeth. And now he wanted to talk to him?!

"W-what? Me?" Evan stuttered.

"Yeah. C'mere." 

"W-why?"

"Just come here! I'm not gonna do anything bad!" He stomped his foot childishly.

Evan reluctantly approached the preteen and was almost hit in the face himself by accident as the boy stiffly held out a crumpled twenty dollar bill.

"Come to my bar mitzvah." 

Evan blinked at him. "...what?"

The boy rolled his eyes when he doesn't understand.

"Come to my bar mitzvah and you can have this."

Oh. Ooohhhh. Wait. This guy wanted him to come to his party? Why? And why was he paying him?

"I-I would come anyway."

"...Really?"

"Y-yeah."

The red haired boy stood there looking stunned, almost confused for a moment. He looked him up and down, almost like he was assessing him, before sliding the Spider-Man backpack off of his shoulders and fishing an equally crumpled invitation out of it. He handed it to Evan who took it, still not quite believing this was happening to him.

"Its this friday. The address is inside. I'm Connor. By the way."

"Uh...okay...why me? N-not that I don't wanna go! I-I I do! I was just wondering-" Evan stuttered, flailing his arms trying to communicate his point. He half expected Connor to just snatch the invitation out of hand.

"Cause I have no friends. And I know that you don't either. So..." 

That stung a bit but it was true. The two stood awkwardly, staring at each others shoes for a moment before Connor began to walk away.

"I-I have a barmitzvah coming up soon!" Evan blurted out before he could stop himself. Connor turned to look at him, confused. "W-what I mean is uh i-If you wanted to come...that'd be...uh...that'd be cool."

There was that stunned look again. "Um...sure." And with that he turned and walked away.

It was a relatively small party for such a big house. Probably because he was the only one who showed up. They mostly stayed in Connor's room, played video games and ate cake and chips. Evan was actually having a pretty good time. After a little while Connor's mom had ushered them outside to play. Having nothing else to do they started playing tag. It was a little childish and kinda weird with only two people but fun. When Connor caught up to him he tackled him, trying to roughhouse and bruised his cheek. Evan had started crying and Connor let him go immediately. He led him inside and gave him a water bottle for his cheek. "Shit! I'm so so sorry Evan!"

"...That was a swear."

"I just gave you a bruise and you're worried about me swearing?!"

"S-sorry..."

"What're you apologizing for?"

"I-I'm not m-mad. It's okay." 

They stayed inside and talked until Evan's mom came to pick him up.

Connor did end up coming to Evan's Barmitzvah later that year.

"So my m-mom's f-finshing the cake w-we could just h-hang out until then." He said timidly as they walked into his room. Connor stood awkwardly in the center of the room looking around before his eyes fell on a bin of carefully ordered comic books next to his bed. "You like comics?" He asked.

"Y-yeah! Wanna see em?" Evan perked up after being asked about something that interested him. Connor smiled. 

"Got any Spider-Man?"

"Sure! I-I like Wolverine." Evan added as he picked up a Spider-Man comic and handed it to Connor.

Connor shrugged. "He's okay."

"D-do you not have any? C-comics I mean." Evan asked.

Connor frowned. "A few. My dad doesn't like em."

Evan didn't say anything more. So he and Connor sat on the bed, read comics and talked about superheroes until his mom called them down for cake.

Connor and Evan talked consistently through seventh grade. They didn't often go over to each others houses but they saw each other at school and hung out there. So when the middle school dance came around it was only natural that they'd go together as friends. Neither of them were gonna get dates and their parents were pressuring them to go ("It'll be good for you!" They said.) so they went together. They stood off to the side in a loud, crowded, sweaty room before the noise became to much for Evan and they went outside. Evan was breathing hard trying to calm down.

"You okay?" Connor asked. 

"I'm fine! J-Just...don't like crowds...why did our mom's make us go?" Evan panted. Connor shrugged. "Cause they want us to make friends."

Evan shook his head, finally calming down a bit. "Yeah...I guess." 

"But I've already got a friend. I've got you." Connor said, pushing his red hair behind his ear.

And then Evans heart was racing again as soon as it had calmed. "I-I'm you're friend?"

"Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?" He asked, suddenly becoming defensive.

"N-no! No I just d-didn't know if you were okay y'know...with me." Evan looked at his shoes. 

Connor looked away. "I didn't know if you were okay with me."

"O-of course I am! Y-You like Spiderman and videogames and your funny and c-cool!-"

"And psychotic." Connor smirked self deprecatingly.

"...I d-dont think so." Evan muttered. Connor half smiled. "You're pretty cool too."

Evan's heart skipped a beat. There were butterflies in his stomach.

Before he could think about what he was doing he stood on the tips of his toes and pressed his lips to Connor's. The kiss was quick. Barely a few seconds. When Evan pulled back Connor's face was taken over by a shocked expression. "Oh crap! This is it! I'm gonna get punched!" He thought. But Connor didn't move. He was rooted to the spot. A blush slowly rose to his cheeks and as it slowly sunk in what he had just did Evan began blushing too. The blonde turned away and covered his face with his hands. "I'm s-so sorry!" He whimpered. Connor didn't respond. Evan summoned his courage and peeked between his fingers. Connor still hadn't moved, his hand was covering his mouth, his eyes stared straight ahead and a dark red blush was up to his ears.The muffled sound of the booming music was the only sound between them. And that's how they stayed until their parents came to pick them up.

After the dance they talked less and less. Evan asked Connor if he was mad at him, Connor had said no but the distance between them continued to grow. By the time eighth grade rolled around and Connor moved house the separation was pretty much permanent.

Evan lifted his head out of his hands and felt the tears running down his face. He knew him. He actually knew him. Connor had been his friend. He had been his first crush. Evan laid back on his bed. In a few minutes he would call Zoe again, or maybe his mom, he would explain what he had remembered, he would explain to someone who would understand. But for now he lay back on his bed and cried for a bit. For the first time he fully felt the effect of Connor's loss.

(Points if you recognized the JaidenAnimations reference!)

[stark-park]

Tag Game

I’ve actually done this before, so the bold will be my updated answers.

Rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 people you’d like to get to know better!

Got tagged by @ dani-ellie03   @theonceoverthinker

Name: StarkPark

Nickname: Stark (but some people also call me Starkle, Starkie & Starky)

Zodiac: Leo. Rawr.

Height: 5'2??? I think?? Yeah I’m still not sure

Orientation: 🎶THE ACE OF SPADES! THE ACE OF SPADES!🎶 I’m a spade… or I may well be Asexual, you choose 😂 I’m currently horizontal as well if that helps

Nationality: English (yes there’s a difference between English and British. Does anyone care? Probably not.)

Favorite Fruits: Raspberries! Om nom nom

Favorite Season: I do love a good season 1, its of course the origins of goodness. Season 3 of OUAT is brilliant though so it’s a joint fav. Season 4 of Doctor Who. I suppose I like Autumn if you’re talking weather seasons.

Favorite Books: Robert Muchamore’s CHERUB series! Ohmagawd it’s the best! Kid spies 👌 I also love Jodi Taylor’s Chronichles of St Mary’s series. They are FRICKIN HILARIOUS! It has history, it has sarcasm and by golly does it have tons of TEA! YES BOI! AND I’M ACTUALLY GONNA OWN ALL OF THE CHERUB SERIES SOON! 

Favorite Flowers: Delicate. Don’t you just love those delicate flower friends 😁 Yeah still not a flower person but I guess I like lotus flowers because they look cool and daisies because they’re the easiest to draw

Favorite Scents: 50 cent? Nah I’m joking! I don’t know what he smells like. I guess, I love the smell of rain and damp grass in the summer (but only after it’s stopped raining, I don’t wanna get wet!). The smell of food is always lovely. Foooooood!!!!! Also new book smell can be quite pleasant. Aftershave as well because its just, so fatherly, like, you get a whiff of aftershave in the wind and you know what direction you’ll find ya dad. I hope that doesn’t seem weird.

Favorite Colors: Navy blue and burgundy red 👌

Favorite Animals: PUPPIES, PUPPAS & DOGGOS! 😍 can’t wait until I have a job and life and can actually provide a beautiful life for my pup. I also love wolves, red pandas and big cats!

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: I know I’m English, but can I just get a chocolate milkshake instead? Okay so my friend made hot chocolate and I don’t mind it now. But I’d still prefer a milkshake.

Average Hours of Sleep: 👀 depends on whether I have an early morning or not. I’m a terrible person to get to sleep but then I don’t want to wake up. So… 8-10 hours? More like 6-7 if I have a 9am lecture. This has not changed one bit. I’m still a mess.

Cat or Dog Person: I think I’ve cleared this one up. Refer to the favourite animals question. But I do love a good kitty cat too.

Favorite Fictional Characters: David Nolan/Prince Charming & Killian Jones/Captain Hook. Tony Stark/Ironman, Clint Barton/Hawkeye & Agent Phil Coulson. Logan/Wolverine. Harvey Specter. Qrow Branwen, Professor Ozpin & Sun Wukong. The Doctor (War-11th), Captain Jack Harkness & Donna Noble. Also: Alice Jones/TILLY!!! Lucifer Morningstar. Toph Beifong. Peter Parker/Spiderman. Princess Shuri of Wakanda. The main cast of Brooklyn Nine Nine. Sheriff Hopper, Dustin Henderson & Steve Harrington.

Number of Blankets You Sleep With: Um… a duvet. In the winter when it gets really cold I have a blanket, dressing gown and wear multiple layers of PJs. I’m stubborn, I suffer in the cold and the heat.

Dream Trip: No idea. I’d like to visit Canada, Australia and New Zealand. But as long as I go with people I love, I’ll go anywhere.  My dreams don’t really give much advice. Oh trip, not tip! Okay... I’d love to go to Steveston in Canada where they filmed OUAT but also I’d love to go to a big nerd convention, I’d love to go to one with Colin O’Donoghue and Rose Reynolds together but I’d also love to go to a Doctor Who and Marvel convention too. And yeah, as long as I go with good company, I’m good.

Blog Created: 24th May 2016 Yeah I’d be confused if this had changed

Followers: Please refer to follower, [3 hundred and] 94 I have 94 followers but couldn’t resist the HP reference. 159 now. Woot!

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[depressedbutoptimistic]

"what makes you think you're transsexual?"

Oh the usual,

The way that looking at the curves of my own jaw can make me want to grab a knife and cut it to a more square jawline.

The fact that the day I was called "Sir" twice in Starbucks, by strangers, was one of the happiest days of my life.

The nights I've spent crying, bleeding, in the shower, wondering why I can't stand wearing skirts.

The serious consideration I once put into cutting my own breasts off.

The pounding in my head that makes me feel like I'm going to implode when I try to force myself to be the girl people want me to be.

The nights I lay in bed crying because I have to hold myself still so I don't literally Cut Off My Breasts.

The way I fantasize about a flat chest.

Memories of being 12 and getting angry because I wasn't growing facial hair like my friends.

The churning of my stomach and the acid I taste in my throat when I have to choose a bathroom in public.

The way my palms sweat while I wash my hands and try not to think about how anybody in a public bathroom might get aggressive or violent because they don't like Transgenders.

The way I feel like choking while I make a 5 second descision as to wether I trust a complete stranger not to physically attack me because they don't approve of my identity.

Memories of being 8 and telling myself that one day I'd grow a penis like my brothers, that I was just secretly a boy. Whispering to myself that I just had to wait for the day everyone else would find out, and keep it secret until then.

The feeling of tears streaming down my face when I realised I wasn't going to grow the same way my brothers were going to.

The way I cried alone after I was told I couldn't wear my brothers wolverine or spiderman costumes outside the house.

The anxiety I had that I would have to be a girl in the school play.

The way it stings when my mother tells me it hurts her for me to take her daughter away.

The way it burns to know my mother wants to take me from myself so she can have a daughter.

The thoughts of suicide I get when I think about how no matter how sure of myself I am, people like you will always make my life difficult because I exist.

The Fire In My Heart That Makes My Otherwise Timid, Stuttery Voice Rise Strong When I See Somebody Hurting another member of the LGBT Community.

The Absolute Ecstasy that I feel reading Vaughen written on gift tags, in a handwriting that once scribbled my unfamiliar deadname.

The warmth in my heart I feel when my best friend hold me in his arms and calls me, "Brother."

The absolute giddy feeling I get when Im called a, "Boyfriend."

The absolute comfort I felt in my 8th grade science teacher dressing in Drag too during a show with me, during my senior year.

The little tears that start to gloss over my eyes when a child tells me, "I think I'll start to call you bro, since you act like a boy anyway."

The way I cried when I put on my first binder, and the euphoric realisation that this really was the answer.

Of course, you probably wouldn't get it. You don't actually have any emotion invested in why I think this. You don't care how I feel, or how it feels for me to read this on a positive post about my identity. On December 21st, 2018, you didn't care that I might have been having a bad day, or that my only solace was knowing that at the least if I posted this on Tumblr my grandmother wouldn't call me a tranny, a dyke, or otherwise insult me.

You must not have considered that this December, people who you insist on berating may be struggling with mental illness. You must not have considered how difficult is can be to be LGBTQIA+ during the Holiday season. Nobody told you how much more likely Transgeder people are to commit suicide. Maybe you're unaware that during the winter, major Holidays such as Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, Christmas and New Years encourage kindness and goodwill.

You won't apologise for the negativity you're putting into the world.

So the real question I have for you is

What Makes You Think You Deserve The Answer?

What makes you think people deserve the negativity?

What makes you feel you need to do this?

Why Do Trans People Have To Prove It To You?

If you ever want to have a real conversation, my private messages are always open. That goes for anybody reading this.

I'm just glad I'm more sure of myself than to really care about your opinion. I'm glad I can use my voice to let others know that it's okay not to be cisgender.

Cat

Being boyflux is like you have a cat and that cat is your gender and then sometimes he leaves the house and you have no gender but you still have a hiuse and nothing else in your house changes

but sometimes he comes back and has dead mice for you and you cry and the mice are dysphoria.

Thank you for listening to my ted talk, send tweet.

[despairsfavoritebear]

Welp.... I guess I’m doing this.

BCTagged by @4361726f6c696e65 (THANKS!)

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 blogs you want to get to know better

Nicknames: I’m going to be honest.... I don’t have any.

Star sign: Aries

Height: 5′5.5, 5′6

Time right now: 2:44 PM

Last thing you googled: Titanic Decks

Song stuck in my head: Uh, I don’t have one for once

Last movie I watched: Deadpool???? I think?

Last TV show I watched: Dragon Ball Super????

What I’m wearing right now: Blush pink kimono with orange roses, a dusty rose blouse, dark wash jeans, and blush pink flats

When I created this blog: Uh..... 2 years ago? Maybe 3? I have no idea. I forget.

What kind of stuff I post: Danganronpa fanart and Danganronpa memes. Occasionally, I will write stupid things for DR

Do I get asks regularly?: LOL NO

Why did I choose my url: I was trying to come up with a clever username.... this is what I came up with

Gender?: I am a female.

Favorite color: Green

Average hours of sleep: HAHAHAHA like 4 to 6 hours maybe?

Lucky number: I’m probably the unluckiest person you will never meet so... I don’t have one

Favorite characters: Oh... Oh dear. This is going to be a long one. OKIE DOKIE.... Monokuma, Monomi, Chihiro Fujisaki, Toko Fukawa, Sakura Ogami, Hajime Hinata, Chiaki Nanami, Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu, Sonia Nevermind, Peko Pekoyama, Mikan Tsumiki, Gundham Tanaka, Kotoko Utsugi, Nagisa Shingetsu, Shirokuma, Kurokuma, Chisa Yukizome, Seiko Kimura, Big Daddy, Little Sister, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Jim Moriarty, Yuuri Katsuki, Victor Nikiforov, Yuri, Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Phichit Chylanont, Christophe Giacometti, Deadpool (Wade Wilson), Peter Parker (Spiderman), Professor X, Magneto, Wolverine, Psychlock, Emma Frost, Rouge, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanov, Clint Barton, Selina Kyle, Pamela Ivy, Harleen Quinzell, Jason Todd, The Joker, Raven, Beast Boy, Sansa Stark, Jon Snow, Arya Stark, Tyrion Lannister, Daenerys Targaryen, Widowmaker, Gabriel Reyes, Jack Morrison, Hanzo Shimada, Genji Shimada, Reinhardt, Jesse McCree, Angela Ziegler, Zenyatta, Jamison Fawkes, Hana “D.Va” Song, Jonas Wagner (from Long Exposure), Mitch Muller (from Long Exposure), Zelda, Link, Marshall Lee, Prince Gumball, Marceline, Princess Bubblegum, Greece, Prussia, Norway, Denmark, England, America, Kaneki Ken, Hideyoshi Nagachika, Touka Kirishima, Jean Kirschstein, Marco Bott, Levi Ackerman, Miles Edgeworth, Franskia von Karma, Rey (from Stark Wars), Life (from MOLAD), Death (from MOLAD), MIMIKYU, Jack Zimmermann, Eric “Bitty” Bittle, Shitty Knight, Larissa “Lardo” Duan, Chris “Chowder” Chow, Adam “Holster” Birkholtz, Justin “Ransom” Oluransi, William “Dex” Poindexter, Derek “Nursey” Nurse, Kent Parson, Noctis Caelum, Ignis Scientia, Gladiolus Amicitia, Prompto Argentum, Cidney and many, MANY more. Oh my god....

Dream job: Dude. History Professor OR Managing a museum. That would be sick (working on it) but I guess you want a DREAM, DREAM job, it would have to be probably an author or editor. 

Number of blankets I sleep with: Depends. If it’s cold, 4; If it’s warm, one to two.

I tag: @just-a-weeb,  @ultra-who-even-cares, @otakushifter, @primus-is-king-8413, @3dglassesandgemshards, @towaciity, @danganronparuinedmylife, @faith-and-fandom, @shsl-gamer-rper