#rep tv is around the corner

[likeanageoldclassic]

we’re not making it til the end of this week without the rep tv announcement, we’re getting it tonight or in tokyo, but WE ARE GETTING THE ANNOUNCEMENT THIS WEEK.

[kimmie2me]

Greeny Ghost

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𓂅⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Ghost!Midoriya Izuku x AFAB!Reader

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The alley stretched out longer than you’d thought, shadows swallowing the corners, broken only by dim streetlights. You’d walked down plenty of places like this before, but this one was unnervingly quiet. Your friends were supposed to be with you, daring you into the so-called “haunted” alley, but when you turned back, you saw—no one. Just empty space.

“Those jerks,” you muttered, kicking a stray pebble with an irritated huff. Just your luck to get abandoned in the middle of a ghost story.

That’s when you saw him: a faintly glowing figure at the far end of the alley, barely visible in the low light, his form flickering like static on an old TV. He wore a junior high uniform, like he was frozen in time, but it was his eyes, wide and curious, that had you rooted to the spot.

"What the hell." You blurted out, which caused the ghost to jump a bit.

“You… you can see me?” he asked, sounding more surprised than you felt.

“Guess so,” you replied warily, feeling your fists clench. You took a step back, but he stayed still, watching you with something close to wonder. “A-are you the… ghost? Y'know.. that one ghost?”

“No. I mean, yes, but… not like… like an evil ghost!” he said, frowning as he waved his hands in the air, trying to seem harmless. “I don’t hurt anyone or anything. I just… hang around.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? So why are there all those rumors about people going missing in this alley?”

He let out a dramatic sigh. “I have no idea! I’ve been here for years, and no one ever went missing because of me.” His arms crossed, and he gave you an indignant look, clearly offended. “I keep watch over the place. There’s a run-down building nearby, and sketchy people use it for… whatever sketchy people do. I’m just here observing them, making notes sometimes.”

“Uh-huh,” you said, unconvinced. “Sounds like something an evil ghost would say. Plus, why would anyone believe some… green-haired ghost taking notes?”

His frown deepened and he sighed. "Really? 'Green-haired ghost? I have a name and identity, you know? My name is Midoriya Izuku."

You shrugged, giving him a skeptical look. “Sure, whatever. and I'm giving you a new identity: ‘Greeny Ghost.’ Also, how am supposed to trust you? You're a ghost and the movies basically explain what you're supposed to do. Just don't haunt me or I'll pour holy water down your throat.”

He threw his hands up. “Why are you making this harder than it has to be? I’m just here because I, well, exist here.” His voice softened a bit, frustration giving way to a hint of sadness. “It’s not like I can go anywhere else.”

“Yeah, and every creepy spirit says that before they drag you into some other world and keep you locked up for eternity,” you replied with a smirk, folding your arms in a show of exaggerated defiance. “Sorry, but I’m not falling for the ‘poor trapped ghost’ act.”

Izuku groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as if your words were physically painful. “You remind me so much of Kacchan! In a bad way!”

You raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Uh-huh. And what, or who, the hell is ‘Kacchan’?”

Izuku looked at you, his face twisting into an expression halfway between exasperation and resignation. “Kacchan! My… a friend from junior high. Sort of. He’s… well, actually, no, he’s nothing like you.” Izuku seemed to rethink this, blinking in realization. “He’s a lot worse.”

“Wow. So you’re saying I’m less tolerable than some guy named Kacchan, who, by the sound of it, doesn’t sound like someone with a good rep?” you said with mock offense, pressing a hand to your chest. “Way to compliment a girl, Greeny-Ghost.”

He looked like he was about three seconds away from floating back through the alley wall, giving up on this ridiculous exchange.

You look at him a bit more closer, and you note he looked about your age, but… different. Ghostly, of course, but there was something else, something in his eyes that almost seemed… lonely. You didn’t know if you believed him, but something about him made you stay.

“What’re you even doing here?” you finally asked, taking a careful step forward. "Are you trapped here or something?"

“Besides not being evil?” he shot back, still salty. But when he saw you weren’t about to leave, he sighed, softening. “A villain got me… in this alley. I was just a kid, and I never really… left, I guess. People pass by now and then, but nobody usually sees me.” He shifted, looking suddenly uncertain. “Actually, you’re the first one to ever talk to me.”

You studied him, noticing the worn edges of his uniform, the tired, resigned look in his eyes. He seemed less scary and more… well, kind of tragic. Still, you weren’t about to let your guard down. “Yeah, well, maybe people hear the creepy noises you make,” you challenged. “Y'know it freaks them out.”

He blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Oh! You mean the notes? I’m trying to keep track of the activity around here,” he said defensively. “Besides, no one told me my note-taking was creepy.”

“Right,” you said, biting back a smirk. “So you’re a scholarly ghost, huh?”

A light blush appeared on his cheeks. “Look, I don’t get many hobbies! Ghosts don’t have a lot to do except observe.” He crossed his arms, giving you a quick glare before his expression softened again. “Anyway, I’m not the villain here. The creepy noises? That’s just me muttering to myself or something.”

Your arms relaxed a bit, the eerie feeling of the alley giving way to something else entirely. His earnestness was unexpected, and honestly, a little endearing.

“Alright, Greeny,” you relented, softening just a little. “Maybe you’re not as evil as they say.”

He sighed, looking relieved but still a little skeptical himself. “That’s… comforting, I guess.”

You shrugged, shoving your hands in your pockets. “Guess I’ll see you around.” You turned, giving him a small wave as you walked away, his faint figure watching you until you disappeared around the corner.

.....

Three days later, you found yourself back at the alley. You weren’t sure why—maybe it was the way he’d looked at you, or that stupid hopefulness in his voice. This time, you came with something: a small letter in your hand, the ink smudged slightly where you’d clutched it nervously.

You called out, half-expecting him not to show, but he appeared, looking pleasantly surprised.

“Back already?” he teased, a lopsided smile on his face. "

“Don’t get too excited,” you shot back, trying to keep your tone casual. You extended the letter. “It’s… from your mom. I found her, told her I met you… and I convinced her to write something for you. Don't ask why I did it. You looked so miserable here, it made me miserable.”

His mouth dropped open, his expression turning from surprise to something you couldn’t quite name. He took the letter in shaking hands, his gaze fixed on it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“She… she actually remembered me?” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He looked up, tears pooling in his eyes. “Thank you… I can’t believe you’d go out of your way for… for me.”

You shrugged, feeling a little awkward under the weight of his gratitude. “Figured you could use a reminder that you’re not just… some alley ghost.”

He laughed a little through his tears, wiping his eyes. “I’m really not an evil ghost,” he said, voice soft and grateful.

“Yeah, well,” you replied, rolling your eyes with a small grin. “You’re still Greeny Ghost to me.”

Izuku blinked, visibly surprised by your small grin, and for a second he just stood there, processing it. Then, with an awkward but excited energy, he smiled back.

“D-do you want to, uh… stick around for a bit? I could, um, show you what I’ve written down,” he stammered, gesturing to a tattered notebook that materialized in his hands.

You chuckled. “Sure. Show me what a scholarly ghost looks like.”

He lit up, practically vibrating with excitement as he began flipping through his notes, talking fast as he pointed out every bit of information he’d gathered. You listened, half amused and half impressed by his careful, detailed observations. Each page was crammed with tiny, meticulous handwriting that covered everything from people he’d seen pass by to strange objects left in the alley over the years.

“I try to keep track of everything,” he explained earnestly. “It’s not like anyone really notices me, so I figured… maybe someday, if someone needed to know anything about this area, I’d have it all written down.”

“Sounds like you take your ghostly duties pretty seriously, huh?” you teased, glancing through his observations. "Well, I try to be a hero in my own way" He replied with a small smile. As you skimmed a particularly eerie note about some “sludge villain” incident that had occurred nearby, a thought hit you.

“Wait, was it… the sludge villain? Was that what got you here?” you asked, looking up to find his expression turn somber, yet resigned.

“Yeah,” he murmured, a shadow passing over his face. “It all happened so fast. I didn’t even see him coming. They said… All Might couldn’t get there in time.” He paused, then shrugged, as if he’d long made peace with it. “Guess it’s just the way it happened.”

You looked at him thoughtfully, and something in you softened. “You know… I think All Might was really sad about what happened to you.”

Izuku’s eyes went wide, almost panicked, like you’d just told him he’d accidentally disappointed a beloved friend. “S-sad? I didn’t want him to feel sad! I mean, All Might is my hero! He’s… he’s… I never wanted to make him feel like that. I was always cheering him on!”

You attempt to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, which failed as it phases right through. After a second try, you deem the gesture to be futile. “Hey, it’s okay. All Might probably knew that. And who knows? I bet he even came to your funeral.”

Izuku looked up, the panic giving way to a kind of hopeful wonder. “You… you think so?”

“Of course,” you said, grinning a bit. “And hey, maybe that ‘Kacchan’ guy you mentioned showed up too. You’re not as alone as you’d imagine, Greeny.”

He looked at you, eyes brimming with a strange mixture of gratitude and disbelief, as if no one had ever told him something like that before. “Thank you,” he whispered, voice soft and full of warmth. “For saying that. It… it actually means a lot.”

You shrugged it off, feeling a little flustered under his earnest gaze. “Yeah, well, can’t leave a ghost like you feeling down, right?”

Izuku chuckled, the sound light and unexpectedly comforting. “I guess not,” he agreed, eyes still shining with gratitude as he turned back to his notes, flipping to a fresh page. “You mind if I write down that you came back? I think… I think I’d like to remember it.” You nod.

"Yeah, sure you can."

From that moment on, he followed you like a quiet shadow, slipping into conversations, teasing you as much as you teased him, and reminding you of the friend you’d found in the most unexpected of places.

[revasserium]

Im here to say that college!au opla!zoro is your most superior zoo version yet. Please share any more thoughts you have on this cute couple!!!! I love their dynamic so much

listen;;;;;; i love college!au opla!zoro so much. so…… because i am… unwell about this man, sfw and nsfw headcanons/snippets of college!au opla!zoro (most of this is based on the death before decaf fic where zoro is a fencer and reader is a physical therapy major):

sfw:

afternoon naps on the ratty old couch in the living room of his dorm; luffy is his roommate who is simultaneously never there but also randomly always there at the weirdest most inopportune moments

“what did you say he studies?” “uh… something about international policy but he got in on a sports scholarship too.” “yeah? what’s he do?” “gymnastics.” “wait — seriously?” “yeah he’s /weird/ flexible.”

sharing pizza at midnight, sitting in his lap as he scrolls through highlight reels of past olympic fencing bouts, his chin occasionally brushing against your shoulder as he explains all the different rules and moves; you can feel the light stubble, feel the deep rumble of his voice along your arm where it’s pressed against his chest

him kissing you awake, opening your eyes to find him smiling, smirking, more like — “morning…” “mornin’. you were drooling on my pillow.” “shut up!” “nah, it was cute.” more kissing, you trying to shove his face into the pillow, him easily pinning you beneath him, arching an eyebrow; you sigh, blushing, “it’s too early for this.” “it’s never too early for this.”

jerking apart when you both hear luffy’s voice shouting from the living room, “have fun you guys! i’m going to usopp’s to watch the game! don’t forget to hydrate and take breaks! oh — and i left guac for you guys in the fridge!”

“i thought he was gone!” “i thought so too —” zoro groaning when you hear the door slam, burying his face in your shoulder

study sessions where he’s just doing weight training in the corner and it takes everything you have not to be distracted by the shape of him, shirtless, powering through reps of bicep curls, when he drops to the ground for pushups, the way he grins when he catches you staring and asks if you want to help hold his feet down for situps

coffee runs in the morning, standing in line with his arm draped around your shoulders; nami grinning, “see? toldya making out would’ve solved things.”

pecks goodbye in front of the main lecture building, hearing the way the rest of the fencing team hoots after you turn away, hearing zoro loudly telling them to shut the fuck up if they don’t want their asses beat

him blushing up a storm when you wrap your scarf around him and scold him again for forgetting his own, saying that he needs to take better care of his body if he’s gonna make it to the olympics; him scoffing and looking away and, “well… i’ve got you to take care of it for me, don’t i?”

nsfw: (mdni beyond this point pls)

fucking the locker rooms post bout, his hand cushioned behind your head because say what you will about jock!zoro but he’s still something of a gentleman

netflix and chill saturday nights bc he doesn’t have practice sunday mornings and he’s not about to let all that time to go waste; leaving the tv on as he pulls you over his lap, fingers dancing up the sides of your waist, pressing you down over his cock, groaning when he fists his hands in your hair and pulls

drunk!fucking at frat parties in strangers bedrooms, bc who tf cares who this room belongs to as long as there’s a bed and a door that somewhat locks and sure, the sheets are gonna smell like sex after you’re finished but who’s gonna try and fuck with you when zoro’s always got an arm around you, when he’s got you tucked into his side whenever you’re together, even if it’s just studying at the library or sitting at lunch in the dining commons

the most jealous, possessive sex… bc. zoro doesn’t share.

making out in the stacks bc you said you were getting a reference book but you were gone a bit too long and zoro had come to “find you” only to find you trying to reach a book on a level that’s just a bit too high; him reaching up to pull it down for you, pressing a hand to your lower stomach and pulling you back against his chest, “need some help, princess?”

fumbling back to his dorm after said failed study session in the library, him kicking the door shut and tossing you on his bed, him mumbling some cheesy line about needing to brush up on his anatomy before pushing your knees up and burying his face between your thighs

[lynnlovesspidahman]

this is me trying.

peter parker x reader

part 2. || part 1.

masterlist.

warnings : angst, mentions of violence, swearing, lots of self-doubt (peter im sorry)

word count : 2.7k

summary : There’s always two sides to a story. An apology is put into place.

Peter felt like he was living three different lives at once.

Each taking so, so much energy every single day.

His job, an assistant for Dr. Octavius at Octavius Industries. He felt guilty for arriving late every day, and still somehow having a job.

Peter was smarter than Doc, they both knew that. So that meant he would be called to office very, very often.

Usually because of some mistake Doc had made while working on the new prototypes of prosthetic limbs.

But the pressure it brought could get to be too much sometimes. One small mistake could cost millions of lives — or dollars — if not noticed early enough.

But he knew it would help the world someday, in so many ways. The exhaustion was totally worth it.

Spider-Man. Peter had loved and genuinely enjoyed playing his alter-ego.

Constantly, day and night, he was out. Out saving people everywhere. Sure, his work wasn’t appreciated by everyone but it was 100% worth it — to him.

But Spider-Man came with considerable costs. His everlasting lack of sleep. Peter can’t remember the last time he really got his 8 hours. The bags under his eyes made that apparent enough.

The physicality of the job, how many times had he stopped a car with his bare hands? He lost count years ago.

The bruises, cuts, broken limbs, brought immense pain, even to Spider-Man. Sure, he can heal faster — a nights rest, a heating pad, and your some soup is more than enough — But that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

And the emotional weight it brought.

The crimes haven’t slowed, if anything they’ve gotten much more prominent all around the city.

The overwhelming amount of times he has to swing across New York to fight off large groups of thugs has become too much.

And honestly, he’s so sick of it.

And so, Peter stopped pulling his punches as much.

The guilt didn’t come until later.

He climbed through your apartment’s window after a long, long night of patrol.

You were sitting there — unaware of his presence— watching TV, all cuddled up on the corner of the couch with your mini Spidey plush.

“Hey, beautiful.” He called out to you.

“Holy shit-” You jumped and turned around to look at him. “You can’t just pop out of nowhere like that, you scared the hell out of me.”

You got up and walked towards him, “Was patrol okay?”

“Uh, yeah it was alright, kicked my ass tonight though. I’m worn out,” He stretched his arms above his head.

“Hm. Why?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Uhm, I mean I fought bad guys all night?” He scoffed, a stupid question, he thought.

“Or was it because you practically killed someone tonight?” You bluntly said.

You had taken a step away from him, like he was a danger to you too.

“They were a criminal!” He shrugged.

“Why does that matter? You can’t just completely take someone’s life away. That’s not who you are. Before you say you didn’t, you came real close to.” You stood your position.

It felt like you shot him straight in the heart.

He should’ve listened to you. But instead, he took a shot right back at you, a shot to kill.

“Again, they’re criminals. I’m sorry I had to calm things down somehow. I’m sorry I needed to do something to catch a break for once in my damn life. And you’re not exactly helping that.” He looked away from you. He felt ashamed.

You were right, he knew that, even then. But his pride couldn’t let him admit it.

“What is wrong with you? You love Spider-Man. And you always talk about how killing sickens you. You’ve changed, Peter.” You spat back at him.

He should’ve just ended it there, stopped the excessive violence, stopped the fight. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been in your kitchen on that faithful Tuesday.

It had been two days since that argument.

His almost perfect rep was officially ruined (Jameson had a field trip that day, too). The stress was at an all-time high.

He almost couldn’t handle it. He didn’t want to anymore.

He was still so angry at you for being right. Because you always were.

You were the one who kept him balanced, who took care of him no matter the time of day or night.

He hadn’t been back to your apartment since the fight, either.

But he would return to it after a tough night the day after. And the next.

And you forgave him, so fast (He took you to see the Barbie movie, paid for every snack and drink you could’ve wanted. It was indisputable on your end). The guilt from what Peter’s put you through has just stacked on and on.

Now he really couldn’t handle it anymore. 

And so, there he was. Sat atop a random rooftop rethinking everything.

He debated his life. His three lives, more like. Which parts were worth it, and which weren’t. (It was really fucked up, who measures parts of their life in worth and just decides which to throw away?)

He couldn’t lose his job, how would he make money?

He couldn’t stop being Spider-Man, he knew that.

And there was you. The biggest and undoubtedly the most important part.

But you were also easy to throw away, he thought.

So much stress and time would be lifted off of his shoulders.

(Little did he know, it would be the complete opposite. His injuries didn’t heal all the way like they did when you took care of him. Every time he was hurt, it would linger for days at a time. He missed how much you’d worried for him. He really took you for granted.)

And so, he decided in the next couple of weeks, he would break it off.

And he did. On the Tuesday the following week.

He looks back on it — to this day — and realized everything he had said to you that evening, wasn’t directed at you. It was directed at himself.

Of course he enjoyed loving you. He didn’t enjoy being himself was what.

He needed to be his best for you because he couldn’t be with anything else. He failed at being the friendly and reliable Spider-man. Him and Doc didn’t get the grant they’d been needing for so long.

And when he did try to improve when you called him out that night, it just wasn’t enough.

He didn’t deserve you.

He took everything out on you, he didn’t mean a word he said. But you didn’t know that.

Peter never had an outlet to take anything out. He couldn’t leave you with every burden of his life, Doc and him weren’t that close, and May couldn’t know he was Spider-Man.

He snapped that Tuesday.

And there’s nothing more that he regrets in his entire life.

But he couldn’t burden you anymore. He wouldn’t.

He did nothing but keep you up late at night, hurt your feelings, and make you do everything for him.

Peter loved you. And he couldn’t let himself torture you like this.

So he forced himself to let you go. You would move on, anyways. He couldn’t.

He listened to every single one of the voicemails you sent.

Every. Single. One. He’s never heard you sound so down (Because of him, nonetheless).

It took so much out of him to not respond. More than what he had to give.

And after five weeks, he finally caved.

He texted you.

9:52 PM

Hey, beautiful.

You wouldn’t forgive him quick this time, he knew that. This time wasn’t just some fight. He tore your heart apart.

But he would work for your forgiveness, he swore to himself, God as his witness.

You read the message immediately. He knew you had gotten off of work, so it wasn’t completely abnormal.

But you didn’t respond. He checked his phone all night and the next morning (He was desperate for something, even if it was an angry text. He hated nothing more than you ignoring him).

So he texted you again. He just went straight for it this time, no holding back anymore.

1:16 PM

Can we meet up?? I think we can agree there’s still some loose ends we need to revisit, together.

Read 1:18 PM

He was patient this time. He tried stepping in your shoes, and it broke his heart. He couldn’t imagine you snapping on him like he had.

He couldn’t live if you were angry at him like he was at you. And if you weren’t going to respond again he was debating on just showing up to your apartment. Can’t ignore him that way.

2:12 PM

Y/N 💞 : “Loose ends” is a funny term. You mean when you randomly showed up to my apartment and broke up with me for the stupidest reason?

He cringed. This was a dumb decision.

2:12 PM

I know, trust me. I just want to talk. And explain myself.

Explain my biggest mistake. I’ve never regretted anything more than leaving you and taking the anger at myself onto you.

He debated on sending the message, but he didn’t.

You would just see it as him trying kiss your ass into forgiving him. It worked before.

2:14 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, why? Why are you only just know texting me? Why are you trying to meet up when you tore my heart into pieces? Why are you seeking forgiveness randomly?

Why are you asking such hard questions, he wanted to ask.

2:14 PM

Idk, I miss you?

I miss you and still love you. I regret that night so much.

Can you just hear me out? Please?

Nothing sounded right. But he just went for it, again. At this point, he was pacing across his rooftop, anxious for your response (If you even gave him one).

2:15 PM

Y/N 💞 : Peter, I swear. If you make me regret this, I’ll come for you. Worse than any enemy you’ve ever faced and ever will.

He laughed at that one. You wouldn’t —right?—

2:15 PM

I won’t, Y/N. I promise. Tomorrow, Micks at 3?

Read 2:16 PM

You left him on read, but he counted that as a success — you didn’t refuse his offer so.. —

He would come back from this. He has to.

Peter was late. Fuck him.

Why did you even give him your time of day anymore? This man could tear you apart and you still gave into his words.

3:13 PM

Peter 🕸️ : Babt, I’mso sotry. I got caugjt up with worl, I’m bloxks away I sqaer.

You could barely understand him, but you were used to his usually proper grammar slipping while he was swinging.

How dare he? How dare he beg you to come out here and he gets to show up late??

He practically busted the restaurant’s door open. He rushed to your table.

“Baby I-”

“No,” You interrupted. “You don’t get to call me that. Fuck you, asshole. You ask me to meet you and you show up late? Are you kidding me?” You crossed your arms and stood up from the booth you were sitting at.

“Y/N, I’m so, so sorry. I got caught up with Doc at work. Huuge internal wiring problem. I don’t even understand how he could’ve messed it up so badly,” He talked with his hands, he was so cute when he did that.

You took a step towards him, and slapped the shit out of his stupidly attractive face.

“You don’t get to break me and show up late when you wanted me here.” The tears were back. You were livid. You shoved your finger into his face as you scolded him.

“I know, I know. I keep fucking up and I’m sorry. Lets just sit down and let me explain everything. I promise you, it’s worth it.” He put his hands on both of your shoulders to keep you from leaving and tried to calm you down.

“Hands off,” You pulled his hands away from your shoulder and slumped back into the booth.

You wanted to go home.

“Okay, okay.” He sat down and stared at you.

“Well?” You waited, “Let’s hear this explanation,” You rolled your eyes.

“Well, uh-” He paused for a moment, “I don’t know how to start.”

You waited for him to continue, arms still crossed. You really didn’t want to hear him out.

“Do you remember when I almost beat the life outta that guy? Like a month ago or something?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes again, not exactly a good moment to bring up.

“I feel like that’s where it started,”

“Mhm..” You nodded for him to keep going.

“I started slipping. I stopped pulling my punches and I was so stressed out every moment of my life. A-and one day I just got so sick of it,” He started choking up, you almost felt bad for him.

“So I sat down and tried to organize my life. I wanted to rid myself of stress and try to free up time for myself in order to y’know, rejuvenate.”

You sat there, you were expecting plain excuses. But it seemed he had something real going here.

“I couldn’t rid myself of my job — how else would I be able to live? — and obviously Spider-Man isn’t a choice. And there came you. The best and biggest part of my life.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.

“I was stupid, I thought that by taking a break, I’d feel more free. And feel more.. well less stressed out. If I had something to myself then I would be better and feel okay? I don’t know.”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Don’t look at me like that, please. I was so overwhelmed with everything. I’ve been so behind on rent, and crime just never stops around here. Its like it raises more and more every week.”

“I thought-” He took a deep breath, “I thought that if I had one less chore — trust me you are not a chore to me — life would get easier.”

You’re guessing he tried to rephrase his words he said before, he’s almost repeating himself.

“But it didn’t. At all. I was in pain all the time — emotionally and physically — it didn’t help at all. I said I didn’t enjoy loving you. I lied. I didn’t enjoy loving myself- or being me.”

Your heart clenched for him. He hurt you so bad, but hearing how he truly felt made you slightly reconsider things.

“I didn’t enjoy the stress of my life, and I don’t have any outlet for my anger. And you forgave me so easily the last time we fought. And I guess I took advantage of that. I took all of the hate I had for myself onto you. I think that will forever be my biggest mistake.”

Your eyebrows scrunched.

“I love you. So much, Y/N. More than words can describe. I’ve never regretted anything more in my life and I can’t ever be away from you, again.”

“I broke it off thinking it would cause me less stress, but I understand now that it was you who took the pressure away. Being away from you, Y/N,” He laughed (At his own pain, seemingly). “I’ve never felt shittier in my life.”

Your tears flowed. Your expectations were well exceeded. He’s fucked up so much, but he makes up for it every time. And this time, it wasn’t done by kissing your ass and spoiling you, you recognized that.

“I can’t explain how sorry I am. I regret what I did to you that night so much. More than anything in the world. I just hope you can understand that.”

“I hope you can understand me.” He kept eye contact, his eyes were watery. “I know how complicated I can get,” He let out a breathy laugh.

“Pete.” You just about whispered his name.

“Yeah..?” He wiped his eyes on his sleeve before answering you.

“I forgive you.” You smiled, still crying from his well thought out (you had to give him credit) apology.

“Wait- Really?”

“Yeah. I do.”

He stood up and hugged you from across the table.

“But..”

“But..?” He repeated you, curiously. He let go of the hug to look you in the eyes.

“You’re gonna have to pay for the meal if you really want me back.”

He laughed.

“I love you.”

He grabbed your cheeks and pulled you in for a kiss. He’s never kissed you so hard.

Stunned, but pleasantly surprised, you sat there for a moment. Unsure of whether you should kiss him or not.

But you grabbed his collar and melted into the kiss.

No matter how hard he had broken you, his words brought you back to him.

And you wouldn’t regret it, you knew that.

part 2 is finished 🥹

just wanna explain a few things just in case:

peter is a lil ooc w the excessive violence and it’s not him to be like that but i feel like every body gets to that point where everything can be just too much. even spider-man.

i also feel like he needs a healthy outlet for his feelings, being spiderman, he’s constantly busy. not exactly easy to make friends. but also being spiderman, he doesn’t wanna leave y/n with all of his problems, he’s supposed to be the hero. so he bottles it all up. to the point where he just burst one day and took it out on her. (not good!!)

also i felt like him being a man, he’s going to feel insecure if y/n’s the one taking care of him all the time. he’s the man, it’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. and that’s okay!! often times, old traditions still lies deep within all of us. men’s mental health matters too!! men can still feel insecure!! EVERYONE DOES. but that doesn’t mean we (as people) can take out our insecurities or anger at ourselves onto other people. most times, they don’t deserve the hate we bring onto ourselves.

that being said, not everyone can be perfect. (peter is a great example) we’re all going through something in life and are constantly being tested. but, the biggest thing is to always persevere no matter what. you’re never going to have more on your plate than you can handle. if you’re struggling, always remember to reach out to someone. a loved one, a professional, or even me. my dms are always open. i love you all. 🩷

anyways,

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!!

i hope you all enjoyed this story as much as i liked writing it 💗💗

[brienneoftarth1989]

Yes Captain part 5

Captain Phasma x fem reader

Previous / Next / Series

Summary: From that moment onwards you did everything in your power to avoid your capture sin hit the more you tried to ignore her the more you seemed to run into each other.

Warnings: None

Requests open

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After spending two weeks isolating yourself from the world it was finally time to leave your depression cave and get back to work. You needed to get on with your life and you weren't going to let Phasma stop you from living your best life. Over the last two weeks all you did was binge watch tv, eat junk food, cry and sleep. That was your life for two weeks and you had finally had enough.

A couple of your friends did stop by and check in on you. They did wonder why you had completely shut the world out. You could have told them the truth and the reason why you were in so much pain was because of Phasma but you decided that was a bad idea. You realised if you had told them, then there was a good chance you and Phasma would get in trouble. Therefore you told them that you just had home stuff going on.

They believed it so that was all that mattered. You didn’t really know how your first day back would go. Hopefully you won't see Phasma at all. Last time you wanted to see her you could never find her so hopefully it should be the same this time round. You needed to try and get back into your routine so you decided to get changed and head down to the gym.

You made yourself a quick protein shake before grabbing your gym towel and making yourself down to the fitness centre. Today you were going to work on your chest and arms and when you finally saw all the gym equipment you finally felt all the motivation come back to you. You made your way over to one of the stations so you could start your chest press.

This is just what you needed. You put your headphones in and played your gym playlist. As you were working your way through your workout you saw someone walk into the gym out of the corner of your eye. You didn’t really take much notice of them though as many people were in the gym at this time of the morning so you continued on with your workout.

Midway through your workout though you started to feel like you were being watched. You always seemed to have a sixth sense for when someone was looking at you. You stopped what you were doing and looked around the gym trying to find the culprit. Just as you were about to give up looking, someone finally caught your attention.

There she was staring at you looking as smug as ever. Seriously, that would just be your luck. The one day you finally decide to go to the gym and get your life back together she happens to be here reminding you why you were so depressed in the first place. You couldn’t be dealing with her today so you decided to finish the reps you were doing and leave.

Yes you were half way through your workout but you really couldn’t be there while she was watching you like you were her prey. You started to pack your station up when you heard footsteps getting closer to you. As you went to turn around to leave you almost walked into the one person you are desperately trying to avoid.

“Don’t let me stop you from finishing your workout. It looks like you are only half way through it” she said smirking at you knowing that she was getting under your skin. “Captain, I have finished my workout for the day. I am only doing half a workout as I haven’t been feeling too well so wanted to work myself back in gently” you lied through gritted teeth. “Fair enough. See you around y/n” she said as she wandered off to one of the other stations while you quickly stormed out of the gym.

How could she act like everything is fine? You went from fucking each other, to her avoiding you and then admitting she just used you for sex and now everything is fine again. You were getting emotional whiplash from everything. You just wished you knew where you stood with Phasma. Are you just going to be friends and are you going to spend the rest of your life avoiding her?

At this point in time you knew exactly what you wanted to do and that was to stay as far away as you possibly could. She had hurt you and there was no way you were going to act like you were friends when that was far from what was happening. Therefore you headed back to your room to get ready for work. There was no possible way she could distract you there.

Once you were back in your room you had a quick cool down workout as you didn’t have time to do it in the gym, no thanks to Phasma. Once you were satisfied with that you jumped in the shower before then getting ready and dressed for work. It was 8:50 when you had finally finished getting ready so you made your way down to your workstation to go have a look at your work orders for the day.

You made your way into your office to see the pile of work orders already placed neatly on your desk.. You flicked through the pile seeing that most of the aircrafts you would be fixing today were a variation of tie fighter aircrafts. You also saw that the flagship also needed some general maintenance so you had that to look forward to.

However your heart dropped when you saw the final aircraft you would be working on today. There it was in black and white. The Naboo Royal Starship. Captain Phasma’s aircraft to be precise. Seriously was the entire galaxy out to get you today. You had spent weeks not being able to find the woman and now she seems to be everywhere. Why was the universe torturing you like this?

Thankfully her aircraft was the last one to work on so once you have done what needs to be done you can just leave and hopefully not have to see her again. You grabbed the pile of work orders and started making your way through the list. You grabbed your headphones and blasted one of your playlists. The first song that played was It’s Nice To Have A Friend. How typical was that, you’ve never felt lonelier and this was the first song that had to play.

The day went by relatively quickly while you were working. You managed to get through almost half the work orders when you checked the time. It was 12:30 and you could feel yourself getting hungry. You were currently in one of the lower decks of the flagship repairing one of the boosters. Once that was repaired you grabbed all your tools and made your way down to the cafeteria. You grabbed a selection of food that you enjoyed before finding an empty table to eat at.

You chose a small table in the far corner. No one could bother you and it meant you could just eat and listen to your music. Both of Us was now playing and you were just happy vibing to the music and eating your lunch. As you were having your own little disco you saw someone sit down opposite you. At first you didn’t look up at all. Out of all the places this person could have sat and they decided they wanted to sit with you. Well you weren’t going to give them any satisfaction so you continued eating and listening to your music.

You were happy minding your own business when the person opposite decided to kick you under the table. At first you ignored it as you believed it was an accident but then it happened again. You snapped your head up to see who was kicking you and you weren’t surprised to see the one person you were avoiding smirking at you.

You took out one of your headphones and just looked at Phasma. “What do you want, Captain?” you asked not really in the mood to hear her sarcastic response. “Nothing much, just wanted to sit and eat my lunch” she said while looking down at her food. Was she being serious? Why couldn’t she just leave you alone? With that you decided that you were finished so you grabbed all your belongings and went to get up to leave.

“Wait, where are you going?” she asked you. She didn’t care at all. She never did and so whatever cruel trick she was playing you weren’t going to fall for. “I’ve finished my lunch so I’m going back to work” you said as you walked off leaving Phasma sitting at the table just staring at you as you walked away. You really wished things hadn’t ended the way it did. You would have loved to have lunch with Phasma and chatted but maybe certain things weren’t meant to happen.

You made your way back to your workstation and got on with the rest of your jobs for the day. You turned the volume on your phone up as ivy was playing and it was one of your favourite songs. As you were working on one of the tie fighters you felt someone tap you. You quickly turned expecting to see one of your colleagues but instead you were met by Phasma again. Seriously, this woman does not quit.

You took out of your headphones which paused your music before looking up at Phasma. “Can I help you Captain?” you asked really hoping that she didn’t want anything at all. “I need my aircraft now,” she said to you sternly. You looked over to her Naboo and then back at her. “Sorry Captain, it's last on the list so I haven’t got round to fixing it yet. You can take it if you want but I wouldn’t recommend it as it’s not safe to fly” you said getting back to what you were doing.

“No, I need it now so if I were you I would stop what you are doing and fix what is wrong with my aircraft so I can use it” she said starting to get angry. All you could do was let out a small laugh. “Sorry these orders have come from Supreme Leader Snoke, so if you have a problem I would go speak to him first. If he moves your aircraft up the list then I will be more than happy to repair it for you. Until then Captain there is not a lot I can do” you said to Phasma as you got back to your work.

You had this massive smirk on your face as you got back on with your work. You knew that your comment had pissed her off. How could you tell? Well she stormed off like a big baby and the only way her aircraft would get moved up the list was if Snoke gave the word to do so which is highly unlikely.

You finished on the ship you were working on and Phasma had still not returned which obviously meant that she didn’t get the approval otherwise she would have obviously come back to brag. As the time moved forward you were finally able to get through all of your work orders for the day. You were relieved as it meant you could finally relax.

You made your way back to your room but just as you were about to sit down and relax you heard a voice come over the intercom. “Y/N, Y/LN and Captain Phasma to my office now. I repeat, Y/N, Y/LN and Captain Phasma to my office now” you heard Snoke say over the intercom.

Great what could this possibly be about you thought as you got up and made your way up to Supreme Leader Snoke’s office.

[podado-t-memes]

Deaf Representation in Media (Image Description Included)

Full Disclosure, I am a Hearing woman so all information in these slides are from online Deaf resources (I linked below), but if anything is inaccurate or needs tweaking please let me know! I’ve also never written out the Image Descriptions so please let me know if I need to fix anything!

[ID 1: Four hands using ASL to spell out “Deaf.” The background has various still images of people signing “I love you,” Fingerspelling “Hawkeye,” and a title card from a show reading “The Boy from 6B.”

Then reads “Representation in Media” / end ID1]

[ID 2: Stock Photo of mother and child with Hearing Aids.

There is a statistical chart in the bottom left corner that reads “New Study of Hearing Loss among US adults aged 20 to 69. Who has hearing loss? 14% of adults aged 20-69 in 2011-2012. Prevalence of hearing loss has declined slightly from about 16% in 1999-2004.”

The caption around the picture reads “What is Representation? Representation is the portrayal of another culture or people/person in media that is done respectfully and not stereotyped.

Why is Deaf representation so important? Approximately 48 million Americans have some degree of hearing loss (Hearing Loss Association of America). Good Deaf and Hard of Hearing Representation can be very validating to those in the community because they can see themselves in these characters. Accurate representation can be educational for people outside the Deaf community to learn more about it in a non-stereotyped way.” / end ID 2]

[ID 3: Photo of the National Association of the Deaf logo.

The caption over the logo reads “ According to the National Association for the Deaf (NDA) proper media portrait of deafness should include:

The production should be accessible. Clear cooperation between Deaf individuals and all media personnel, interpreters, etc.

All terminology, when referring to Deaf or Hard of Hearing people, should be up-to date and not offensive.

All descriptions of Deaf individuals should be based on the people’s personalities and not be patronizing by including terms like they are “overcoming,” “inspiring,” “special,” etc.

Media should listen to the knowledge and ideas from those in the Deaf or Hard of Hearing communities, and not from those outside the community (even if meant well).

Media should make conscious steps to work with the other groups a Deaf individual might be part of such as other cultures, religions, ethnicities, sexualities, etc.

All media should be made accessible and available for all Deaf and Hard of Hearing folks.

/End ID 3]

[ID 4: In the Background is the poster for the movie “Coda.” Four people are looking into the camera and holding up the sign for “I love you.”

The caption over the poster reads “Recently, there has been an increase in the general public’s interest in Deaf stories with the success of the Movie “CODA” (2021)... But we still have a long way to go with Deaf Rep…” /end ID 4]

[ID 5: The image shows two sheets taken from the Deaf West theater. One shows What TV genres see the most and least Deaf representation? While the other is on what types of Deaf characters have hearing audiences seen represented in media.

At the top the caption reads “According to NRG and the Deaf West Theater…”

The caption below the charts reads “Depending on the type or genre of media an individual consumes may determine how much exposure they get to seeing Deaf people represented.

Even within the already small portion of Deaf people represented, there are even smaller subsections of minorities shown less in the Media.” /end ID 5]

[ID 6: The screen shot is of the NRG webpage article “NRG and Deaf West Theatre release roundtable film on Deaf representation”

The caption above the image reads “Linked below is a video from NRG and The Deaf West Theater where they are interviewing Deaf people in the creative industry (Writers, directors, actors, ect.) talking about their experiences with and the state of Deaf representation in today’s media. https://www.nrgmr.com/our-thinking/entertainment/nrg-and-deaf-west-theatre-release-roundtable-film-on-deaf-representation/” /end ID 6]

[ID 7: Caption at the top reads “Good examples of Deaf representation!”

Below we have pictures of 4 different Deaf characters. On the top left is Theo from Only Murders in the Building. Top right is Jackie from Craig of the creek. Bottom left is Marvel comics Hawkeye. And on the bottom left is Daphne from Switched at birth. /end ID 7]

[ID 8: Caption at the top reads “My personal favorite… Linda Bove (Sesame street from 1971-2002)”

Below the caption are 16 pictures of Linda throughout her time while on sesame street. Mostly she is with her co-star Bob. /end ID 8]

Resources:

[whynotzoidbergdotorg]

Hi, I was just wondering what are the other reasons you dislike Ali Nahdee. I personally thought she had good point in native rep but she sometimes gets into anti stuff. She acts like seeing abuse relationships on tv will cause people to get into them. I personally didn’t like her but I still thought she had something to say.

she was personally racist to me.

back when all of the marketing around the princesses being in wreck it ralph 2, she had gone to the disney store to “critique” the pocahontas merchandise (totally normal behavior for someone who’s not even powhatan….) and had made a comment that a pocahontas doll was “paler than she was” (and provided an image in poor lighting—I would grab the tweet in question but not only did she block me, but she also nuked the whole thread after blocking me)

now, I didn’t follow her, and I actually had found the tweet in question in early 2019 when I was searching for reference images of disney’s pocahontas (as I had been commissioned to draw all of the disney princesses for someone) and her tweet came up in the results, because i specifically had been looking for the version from that movie (commissioner wanted me to draw those versions of the princesses in specific)

anyways I pointed out that not only was pocahontas not actually that dark skinned in the movie (providing a direct screenshot from the film as proof), but that historically she wouldn’t have been that dark skinned either (because get this, I’m actually part powhatan—and while I am admittedly white passing due to being mixed race, my maternal grandfather, who is native american, isn’t that dark either. he does have copper colored skin, and does tan rather than burn, but he isn’t like. super dark like ali was complaining pocahontas wasn’t on that specific toy.) anywho i prefaced my tweet with my heritage (I’m actually related to the real pocahontas’s family, funfact. not a direct descendant, more like…a distant cousin??? though in the past I have remarked on how in the portraits of her that exist, I look fairly similar in certain facial features, mainly my nose, eyes, hairline, and overall head shape)

anyways, after i pointed this out, and made it clear I didn’t think she was saying this maliciously, I just think she might have had a warped view of how pocahontas is meant to look…she blocked me, and then started subtweeting me…

first, she accused me of using a “poorly photoshopped image” of pocahontas to prove my point (I didn’t, I screenshotted directly from the movie off a cartoon website, so likely the source was a DVD since there was no logo in the corner, and from what I could tell the colors of other characters and scenes looked correct)

THEN she accused me of lying about my heritage—and mind you this was AFTER she blocked me so I couldn’t reply to defend myself or further expand on my native heritage—which anyone who has EVER talked to me for an extended period of time knows I am HAPPY to infodump about. Because both I and my mother have done tons of research about our family tree—and that part of our family in particular (since its one of the few parts of my mothers family thats well documented and in a language we both natively know.) I mean I even know the specific name of a shawnee chief I am directly descended from! (Cornstalk—funfact, the mothman mythos is closely tied with Cornstalk’s curse, which is an alternate belief about the strange events associated with mothman sightings)

Now, again, anyone who knows me knows there are THREE things that really really tick me off in regards to my native heritage—and that is 1) calling me, or any other woman of native descent “pocahontas” (because first of all, her name was actually Matoaka, AND she’s not event the only significant native american woman in history), 2) being asked if I am related to Pocahontas/Matoaka (I actually punched a kid over this once when i was little. ironically I then later found out I actually am distantly related to her. what a small world!), and 3) being accused of lying about my heritage for “oppression points”. (well, there’s more than three, but that would just be getting into a whole other tangent, and I’ve already gone on like, four tangents in this post alone)

This last one makes me absolutely furious because I’ve had people (all white) say I can’t be native because “don’t look native” to them. when like. that’s not even fucking true??? other native american people (specifically other cherokee people—which is one of the tribes I am descended from) have recognized me as looking native american, and like other members of their tribe. I literally have the facial features, I just happen to have fair skin, and lighter hair. I mean hell, if you looked at my baby pictures (which I don’t have any on my device right this moment unfortunately) I did not look like a “white baby”. I didn’t start “looking white” (as in my hair lightening) until I was older. I’ve had white people try to gatekeep and erase my heritage from me because of their own perceptions of my appearance (based solely on my skin-tone).

So yeah, the bitch accused me of lying about a significant part of my heritage, a part that’s very VERY important to me, a part that I refuse to let others erase (especially since I’m SURE the colonists who murdered Cornstalk and his son—both my ancestors—would love to erase that misdeed and bury it).

I mean, imagine claiming to be all about the rights of indigenous women, and then smearing and making sweeping accusations about another queer, indigenous woman! Could never be me.

But I guess I could never understand the brainrot of someone who spends all day complaining about fictional representations made by white people, instead of raising up indigenous creators who worked hard to create their own, better representation instead.

[idiosyncreant]

Watching Aggretsuko after a long break and obsessed with her

Fenneko really out here repping women’s wrongs

Can’t remember exactly when I first sfarted watching this, but I didn’t sink into this show as much when I was a student and maybe even working food service

Even tho my job is very different and I have a lot of ambitions, the existentialism of a life where you’ve arrived at the place you’ve spent years getting and now have to figure out who to be around other adults who don’t necessarily need to know about your “true self” is much more relatable now. Lol.

But I love that there are strong femme characters in so many different shades, and that she is growing to appreciate them.

Anyway, this had been your irregularly observed “What TV I’m Watching” corner!

[swiftthisway]

Valentine’s Day is just around the corner…

@taylorswift @taylornation I trust no one 😉❤️

*rep themed because it’s my grandnephew’s favorite era not because I’m expecting rep TV. I’m 113% ecstatic about TTPD taking center stage 🤍

[likeanageoldclassic]

taylor unpinned the 1989 tv post, mentioned reputation tv and then there’s this pic… are we getting a present for new year’s day?

[rumyarabella]

The sound of heels echoed through the empty room as the woman paced back and forth. Her world was meticulously organized, as controlled as her cold, calculating mind demanded. The coat, the keys, the phone, the folders—everything in its place, exactly where it should be. Routine was her refuge, her only certainty in a chaotic world.

The television was on, but muted, a silent presence in the corner of the room. The news flashed across the screen, but Courtney, as usual, paid it no mind. She hated noise, hated interruptions, and the damn device was only there as a substitute for an alarm clock that had broken weeks ago and hadn’t been replaced. Nothing new disturbed her, nothing unexpected.

She glanced at her watch, her movements precise like a machine. Six o’clock sharp. Not a minute more, not a minute less. She left the house without noticing the headline announcing the disappearance of several hikers.

A few minutes later, Courtney was in her usual café, opening one of her folders and reading diligently. The scent of coffee hung in the air as she read. Outside, the rain tapped against the windows, but she had come prepared. Another benefit of her meticulous planning: she always brought an umbrella when the TV forecasted bad weather.

As she waited for her drink, she overheard two young people at the next table chatting at a noticeably loud volume.

"Have you seen the newspaper?" one of them asked, waving a sensationalist front page. "There’s a story about a group of hikers who disappeared in the mountains."

"Yeah, I saw it. It’s tragic. I don’t know how so many people can get lost on a single hike—the media’s been flooded with it for days."

Courtney thought it was just another piece of news that would pass by in her life. After all, who had time to follow every sad story in the press? If it didn’t involve a case, it wasn’t worth her attention.

"Then you don’t know yet! They just confirmed that on that hike were—MS. REYES?"

The young people jumped slightly in surprise, apparently too absorbed in their conversation. She simply gathered her things and went to pick up her drink.

Miles away, in a small neighborhood store, around 2 p.m. that same day, the sky remained gray and the air damp as Duncan, wearing his worn leather jacket, stepped inside. The overhead lights flickered with an irritating hum as he made his way to the refrigerator to grab a beer. The murmur of shoppers filled the air, blending with the strong smell of fish.

As Duncan picked out a brand of beer, he overheard fragments of a conversation between two older women standing in line at the checkout.

"Have you heard about the hike?" one asked, her tone filled with concern.

"Yeah, they say they’ve found bodies, but they’re not sure who they are."

Duncan barely paid attention. He had heard similar stories before—people lost in some remote corner, victims of fate or their own stupidity. There was no room in his life to worry about those poor souls. He didn’t know their names, nor did he intend to learn them.

Later that same day, as night fell, DJ was at the gym, sweat dripping from his brow as he pushed his limits during his workout. Over the gym’s loudspeakers, the radio broadcasted a news bulletin about the same tragedy.

"Recent reports indicate that the search for the missing hikers continues without success. Authorities have identified several of the missing, but are still working to confirm if any of them match the bodies found this morning," the announcer said, his voice grave and professional.

DJ paused his arm reps to reach into his pocket and quickly pull out his phone. He needed to change the song and get back to work. He briefly removed an earbud to let the coach know he’d be taking a bit longer in that section.

And this is the first part of chapter 1

[aintmyjewelry]

i do believe the rep tv announcement is right around the corner. idk when all the other fans got it in their head she’s only announcing stuff while on tour

[kessielrg]

[Super Danganronpa 2] Pixel Perfect: Chapter 4

Chiaki is given a one-up.

Or, in which Izuru wonders if letting her die would have been more merciful than this.

And Hajime can’t stop apologizing.

Summary: In which a party is held to celebrate a hospital discharge.

Notes: /

Rating: K+

AO3 link: here

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“A little to the left… No, your other left! Mikan! Mikan, watch out!”

A shriek and a crash, Mikan fell off the ladder and to the floor. Everything came down with her. Mikan whined as everyone that went to her side found her in a compromising position.

Today was the day of Chiaki's hospital discharge. In honor of such an occasion, former Class 77-B were holding a party. Everyone had gotten involved in one way or another. From the decorations, to the food, to even distracting and helping Chiaki herself, there were no slouches to be had for this celebration.

“She’s coming! Everyone, get into place!”

Several curse words were uttered by various peers as they quickly scrambled with the last of their preparations. The lights were almost kept on until someone remembered at last second.

Working a wheelchair on her own was the least challenging thing Chiaki had gone through these past few days. Taking the walk (ride?) alone had been her own choice. Independence was as simple as leaving the hospital. A part of her just couldn't wait until she could get up on her own and just go around the island on her new wheelchair. Kazuichi had promised he'd make her a scooter, but that wasn't much of a priority for her right now.

Being out, getting fresh air, that was what felt most important.

Suffice to say, having her friends all crowded around her cottage came as a genuine shock. Streamers and confetti decorated the modest abode. At the door was even a banner that read out 'Welcome home Chiaki!” in pastel pink lettering.

“Surprise!” her friends all declared at once.

Chiaki moved closer. She wondered what the inside of the cottage looked like if the outside looked like this.

“You guys didn’t have to do this.” she soon said to them all.

“Of course we had to! Anything for our class rep!” Ibuki cheered.

Chiaki let out a small laugh.

“We’re not at Hope’s Peak anymore.” she pointed out. “I’m not class rep now.”

“Doesn’t matter!” Nekomaru thundered. “Once a class rep, always a class rep!”

Chiaki started blushing now.

“You guys are sweet.” she said.

“And you haven’t even seen the inside yet.” the Ultimate Imposter chuckled.

“The inside?”

Everyone nodded, moving aside so Chiaki could enter. Once safely inside, the lights were flipped on and Chiaki got to see the inside of her cottage for the first time.

The basic interior was about as you’d expect- four windows (two on the right and left) allowed natural light to flow in, a four-poster bed with pastel pink curtains hanging down, and a private bathroom at the lower left corner for when Chiaki just needed a quick rinse. It was the added details that truly made it the room for the Former Ultimate High-School Level Gamer.

Lining one wall was a shelf filled with every console in existence. Next to it was a large flat screen TV. A bookcase on the other side of the TV held numerous video games of all types of genres and eras. On the opposite end of the room, there was a gaming computer setup with two monitors and a PC stand that glowed in certain areas.

Seeing it all overwhelmed Chiaki with emotion. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Guys…” she choked out. “This is-”

“No more mushy shit,” Hiyoko interrupted. “We’re here to party, and it’s about time we get to it!”

“Yeah!” the others cheered.

Chiaki smiled- a tear of joy running down her face for all of a moment.

With that, former Class 77-B partied well into the night. Everyone got a hand at playing a game from Chiaki's new setup. The only one who didn't seem to go near the games was Chiaki herself. But she would go on to claim that it was because she was having more fun watching her friends get along.

She wasn't the only one who seemed a bit absent at the party. Hajime held back by the door, simply staring at the others as they had the time of their lives. Izuru could accurately know who was going to win which game and when. Interacting while they were all so busy felt needless. Even after all this time, he was just as much a nobody as ever.

That is, until Chiaki noticed that he hadn't joined the festivities. She moved over to him -making it look like coincidence- and hummed as she stayed next to him.

“I know you told me about The Tragedy, and what our friends did during,” Chiaki said, hoping to make some form of communication going, “But it's moments like this that make it easy to forget that. It's so strange. We're all just kids still, you know? We're still leveling up in a RPG where we choose who we'll be. Our time at Hope's Peak may be over, but I think that's a good thing.”

“It doesn't scare you?” Izuru wondered with a raise of his eyebrow. “Not just Hope's Peak is gone now.”

Chiaki shook her head.

“Nothing scares me when we're all together like this.” she admitted. “The energy we all share- that's hope. I wish this was the side of them that everyone else in the world got to see. What they got to remember.”

“Yeah...” Hajime sighed. Both him and Chiaki looked toward their friends once more. The others were having such a blast that they didn’t even seem to notice the other two. But that was alright- they had each other, after all.

Hours passed and the party soon came to a close. Ibuki was the last to leave, having loudly provided the party soundtrack for most of the night when she wasn’t gaming. The silence that came after was fast and nearly deafening. It was a different kind of silence that used to fall in the hospital. Here there were crickets, and even the faint chatter of her friends from outside as they went to their own cottages for the night.

Chiaki moved her wheelchair close to her bed and started to navigate out the same way Mikan had taught her. She scooted from the wheelchair to the bed with practiced ease. After that, it was just a matter of getting her legs in the right position again. Chiaki rested her head against her pillows, closed her eyes, and sighed.

“I’m home.”

[echantedtoon]

Kiddo Week Day 6 (DLC) Nyakuza Metro/Artic Cruise

She was always a different cat from the rest of the litter.

Welcome to Nyakuza Metro where the blinding lights would bedazzle you and blind you from thievery that would take place there. Giving the city a bad rep. Giving CATS a bad rep. Fur as black as night. Claws all sharp. Faces constantly hidden behind masks. Every single cat the same except for one place. Welcome to Alpine Skyline Mountains. Where the cats were tan, wore more masks,....and were still thieves honing the mastery of cloaking magic to disappear without a trace after they nabbed your things. Thieves. Thieves. THIEVES!!! All thieves. The planet of Subcon knew of Nyakuzians and their kind. Thus after countless years of thievery and bad reputations a stigma was born. All cats were untrustworthy no matter which corner of the planet they came from. So cats were not to be trusted. And you either followed the crowd or were labeled an outsider. But what happened when one was born an outsider? Well...I guess you would get her. From the moment she was born she knew she was different. For one she wasn't even a cat at all. A human. Born and then abandoned within the city of cats. That what happened to her for as long as she could remember.

Bow was always very away she was different. It was hard not too notice when she wasn't even the same species with no fur or claws at all. Growing up in that orphan's home wasn't the greatest either in a city known for it's high crime rate especially to those of the younger age. She never knew how she came to be here or where she came from or even if she even had a family anywhere out there. She once asked, only to be told she was found on the doorstep one rough night like every other cliche kitten that she had to bunk with. At first it wasn't too bad. Some of the kittens let her play with them but it mostly things like keep away with them keeping things from her and making her always picked last or being picked on. Taking her toys and teasing about how she looked so different from the others. It stung. Stung deep. She knew she was different, but it wasn't her fault. She still liked cats. The giant cats that pulled the subways were much nicer. Always purring and letting her pet and play with them whenever she walked up to them before being scolded for holding up the trains and shooed off again only to be teased and stolen from again. She felt so...alone. It was awful. Sometimes she'd cry but it seemed like no one seemed to care. She didn't fit in at all. She didn't belong here. It was...wrong.

So that's why she ran away. In the middle of the night when everyone else was cat napping, she slipped out as crafty as any other cat burglar and slipped away into the busy streets. You didn't grow up in a city of cat burglars without learning to slip away unnoticed and pick locks. That was one thing she was thankful for at least. Street smarts could make or break you out in this crowd. But then that begged the question..Where would she go from here? She didn't want to remain here. She couldn't remain here! Nothing about here was good at all! And she couldn't last forever. No money for food or shelter and even if she did have it, it'd just be eventually taken from her anyways soon with all these thieves walking around. The idea of where to go came to her as she was passing a TV store with the many expensive looking TVs stored in the windows to be displayed. She had glanced at it glumly as she walked past but stopped upon seeing someone on the screens. Someone...Who looked LIKE HER!!! The man was no cat and wore no fur but a blue suit advertising some kind of fishing business in a far off town! Mafia Town! ...Mafia Town huh? A town full of other humans like herself? That was a good place right? It must be if there was people like her instead of cat burglars that wouldn't hesitate to steal everything including the kitchen sink.

Well there was only one way to find out.

[worldtouradvicetravel]

Movenpick Royal Lotus Nile Cruise

Movenpick Royal Lotus Nile Cruise

With Egypt Nile Cruises, you may explore the world's most famous river while experiencing a fantastic tour to all the historical sites between Luxor and Aswan. You have the option to select your Nile Cruise from a variety of luxurious Nile Cruises with top-notch amenities thanks to World Tour Advice. Visit the High Dam, the Philae Temple, the Valley of the Kings, the Temple of Queen Hatshepsut, the Colossi of Memnon, and the Karnak and Edfu Temples while sailing between Luxor and Aswan.

Discover a private ride down the fabled river on a luxurious Nile Cruise with World Tour Advice as we provide a selection of Nile Cruises in Egypt to take in the Nile's alluring beauty. On board our Luxor to Aswan Cruises or the Movenpick Royal Lotus Nile Cruise, you may see the fascinating history of the Ancient Egyptians while relaxing in a luxurious, comfortable setting.

Royal Lotus Nile Cruise, one of the greatest Nile cruises available, is one of the premium choices provided by World Tour Advice.

Includes

Meet and greet service by our REP in arrival & departure to/ from Egypt Nile cruise

Transportation by private air-conditioned Modern vehicle to/ from Egypt Nile cruise

Accommodation aboard 5 star Royal Lotus ship on full board basis

Tour to visit Karnak temple and Luxor temples

Trip to visit Valley of the Kings, Hatshipsut temple 

Excursions to visit Edfu temple according to the Royal Lotus itinerary

Excursions to visit Kom Ombo temple according to the Royal Lotus itinerary

Tour to visit Philae temple, unfinished obelisk and The High Dam

Sailing around the Elephantine island and Botanical Gardens

Entrance fees to the above mentioned sights between Luxor and Aswan

Egyptologist tour guide during your excursions and nile cruise holiday

Egypt Nile cruise service charges and all applicable local taxes

MS Royal Lotus Movenpick Excludes

Optional tours such as Abu Simbel from Aswan, or Sound and light show

Any items not mentioned in Sonesta St. George tour itinerary

Tipping Kitty

International flights

Personal expenses

MS Royal Lotus Movenpick Facilities

Panoramic windows in each cabin

Cabins are fully air conditioned

Private bath/shower with hair dryer

Satellite color TV

Protection and smoke detector in each cabin

Spa center and message

Swimming pool, bar & Sun deck

Safe box in each cabin

Telephone system with international calls.

Doctor on calls on board.

Laundry service & housekeeping

All major credit cards accepted

The rOYAL Lotus cruise Restaurant

The Crescent Lounge and Bar and The Observation Bar

A refreshing plunge pool cleverly linked to a relaxing heated Jacuzzi

Sundeck Bar / Sun Deck has a canopied area

Fully equipped gymnasium

Bridge tables and an internet corner

Royal Lotus Nile Cruise 4 nights 5 days

Day 1# Monday  Luxor Tours

Start your Nile Cruise holiday on board Movenpick Royal lotus from Luxor city, Luxor has a pristine, rugged and wild landscape waiting to be discovered, World tour advice Tours delegate will meet and assist you upon your arrival at Luxor airport, train station or Luxor hotels. direct transfer by private air-conditioned van to board MS Movenpick Royal Lotus Nile cruise. Step back in time to 500 bc Take a fun and memorable day trip after your Lunch meal on board Royal Lotus Nile cruise, then meet your professional tour guide, start a guided trip to visit the biggest temples ever erected in the world Karnak complex and Luxor Temples. Back to your ship for afternoon tea and dinner,at night free time to walk in the city or Sound and light show in Karnak temple, overnight stay on board in Luxor

Meals: Lunch, Dinner

Day 2: Tuesday Luxor West bank Tours - Edfu

Enjoy a sumptuous on board the Movenpick Royal Lotus Nile cruise boat, followed by a guided trip to Luxor West Bank, go to visit the chief place in West bank ( Valley of the Kings ), Proceed to Hatshepsut Temple at El Deir EL Bahari, ruins of Amon Hotep III mortuary temple including the Colossi of Memnon. Back to the ship for lunch and an afternoon tea during sailing towards Edfu. Dinner and overnight a board Ms Movenpick Royal Lotus Nile cruise on Edfu. Meals: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner

Day 3: Wednesday- Edfu to Kom Ombo Tours

Enjoy a yummy breakfast on board the MS Movenpick Royal Lotus Nile cruise ship, Take the chance to visit Edfu and its impressive architectural legacy ( Horus Temple ), Transfer from cruise to the temple will be an exhilarating experience by horse carriage, Back to the board, sailing to the south to Kom Ombo. Enjoy Lunch on board. A guided tour to visit the temple shared by the two gods Sobek and Haroeris. Sailing to Aswan, dinner and overnight stay.

Meals: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner

Day 4: Thursday Aswan Tours

 Aswan has a whole slew of attractions and sightseeing opportunities for travelers, So enjoy your breakfast , then meet your tour guide and start an exhilarating tour to visit the high dam of Aswan, which separate Nile river and Nasser lake, visit Philae temple and the unfinished obelisk, back to cruise for lunch meal, after noon optional  tours to Nubian village and botanic gardens, Overnight in Aswan

Meals: Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner

Day 5:Friday Check out

Breakfast on board, Disembarkation after breakfast. Optional tour to Abu Simbel temples, Transfer to Aswan Airport or railway station.

Meals: Breakfast   

Itinerary 3 nights 4 days Aswan To Luxor

Every : Friday 4 days, 3 nights cruise sailing from Aswan to Luxor

Day 1 Aswan sightseeing tours from Nile cruise

Friday Embarkation to Royal lotus Movenpick Nile cruise, Relish a luscious Lunch, starting your tours to scout the legendary High Dam, Feast your eyes by gazing at the magnificence of Philae Temple, Sailing on the Nile by Felucca, visit the stunning not complete obelisk in Aswan ancient granite quarries, lately transfer back to your Movenpick Royal lotus Nile Cruise, Tasteful Lunch meal is waiting for you on board Afternoon tea, Relish Captain\'s welcome cocktail , Taste the delicious Egyptian Guava juice, Dinner and overnight on board Ms Royal lotus Movenpick Nile cruise in Aswan.

Overnight in Aswan

Lunch- dinner

Day 2 Kom Ombo- Edfu tours from Nile cruise

Saturday Optional tours to Sound and light show in Philae or to visit Abu Simbel temples

 Saturday Relish a luscious breakfast on board Royal lotus Movenpick Nile cruise, feast your eyes at the time your Cruise Sailing from Aswan to Kom Ombo, scouting the glamour of Kom Ombo Temple, then sail to Edfu, Lunch included on board, enjoy Egyptian Galabeya Party, overnight on board on board Royal lotus Movenpick Nile cruise in Edfu.

Overnight in Edfu

Breakfast-Lunch- dinner

Day 3 Luxor tours from Nile cruise

Once you finish your delicious breakfast on board , start a tour to visit Edfu where you will see the enchanting Temple of Horus,followed by sailing to Esna,

Cross the lock of Esna and proceed sailing to Luxor, Arrival Luxor, Now amuse your eyes by a tour to see the legendary Karnak Temples with its enormous Pillars hall, then stir towards Luxor temple to Explore the relation between the 2 temples.

Overnight in Luxor

Breakfast-Lunch- dinner

Day 4 Disembarkation- Luxor Tours, End of Nile cruise holiday

Relish your luscious breakfast on board followed by Disembarkation from Royal lotus Movenpick Nile cruise, Unleash your inner explorer by the Nile cruise tours between Valley of the Kings (visiting 03 Tombs Only, Tut Ankh Amon with additional ticket), and Queen Hatshepsut temple tour, It is known now with the name of El-Deir El-Bahary, your last visit will be to Colossi of Memnon, Watch the glory of the two huge statues, Then our tour guide will escort you back to Royal lotus Movenpick Nile cruise, Lunch included on board, Belly Dance Show, dinner and overnight on board Royal lotus Movenpick Nile cruise in Luxor.

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[deconstructthesoup]

Last song: "Curses" by the Crane Wives---I've kinda been listening to it on repeat lately, as it's given me a lot of inspiration for a new story

Favorite color: Deep, bold purple, but also some shades of lavender (purple in general, really)

Last book: The No-Girlfriend Rule by Christen Randall---it's got D&D, it's got sapphic slow-burn friends-to-lovers, it's got found-family vibes, it's got self-acceptance, and it's got great neurodivergent rep. It's slowly becoming my comfort book.

Last Google search: "Snilk," which is apparently what happens now whenever I think about Yuan-Ti (thank you, Drawfee)

Last movie: The Addams Family (1990's version), to celebrate Halloween

Last show: The Mary Tyler Moore Show, watched with my grandparents last night (watching old TV shows with my parents/grandparents is a guilty pleasure of mine)

Sweet/spicy/savory: SAVORY. Hands-down. I'm all right with a little spice as long as I can drink water, but I can't handle too much sweet.

Relationship status: Also chronically single, asexual as fuck, and too busy to actually put myself out there

Current obsession: Oh, sweet Jesus... uh, honestly, yeah, Dimension 20's still captured my heart, even if I share it with Dead Boy Detectives, Slay the Princess, Leverage, and Midnight Burger. Also, said new story I'm coming up with. I have a problem.

Looking forward to: Putting up the Christmas tree with my mom on Saturday, and watching The Shop Around the Corner afterwards!

And next... @remaking-machine, @olivethetiger?

Bit late but I got tagged by @cassyapper ily <3

Last Song: Born Under Punches by Talking Heads

Favorite Color: Teal green and light blue (Anything that looks like the ocean

Last Book: House of Leaves (Yes it's great, yes it did break me in ways I didn’t think any piece of media could)

Last Movie: A hallmark Christmas romcom that I watched with my mom called “Christmas on Call” (honestly a pretty good movie, would recommend tbh)

Last Show: started watching Dandadan

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: Spicy and sweet (but sweet in the way mangos and maduros are sweet)

Relationship Status: I’m Demisexual and single

Last Google Search: alice collin twilight (was trying to remember what her hair looked like when my friend mentioned it on a Discord call lol)

Current Obsession: JJBA (duh)

Looking Forward To: For my best friends coming back down to Florida for the holiday (miss you guys) and working on art and our comic project!

No pressure! @astronomical-bagel @hierophantstar @devotedlittlefreak