#tag yourself i'm Holland

[theonlyblackcanary]

Tyler and Holland's reaction to Posey interrupting a question for Tyler and ranting about Sterek.

They were not amused

@axelwolf8109 @blurbwitch @corrodxdcoffin @nytabycharles

[cartierre]

GOLDEN HOUR | cl16

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU charles leclerc x fem!holland!reader

side note: hot people listen to 'golden hour' by jvke, especially the fuji kaze remix.

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yourusername sometimes i do get along with my brothers (harry insta when?)

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samholland1999 just sometimes though ⤷ yourusername are you telling me we're not the bestest of besties? ⤷ samholland1999 maybe i'm your best friend, but are you mine? debetable ⤷ yourusername i'm gonna tell mum that you're rude to me

user1 i love their peak sibling energy

arthur_leclerc yet everytime we all meet up all you three do is bantering with each other ⤷ yourusername we shared a womb, survival of the fittest

user2 what's arthur leclerc doing here ⤷ user3 the triplets are friends with him ⤷ user4 y/n's "friends" with him ⤷ user5 she's legitimately just friends with him ⤷ user6 you must be new here

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yourusername my tattoo is the only reminder of last night

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user7 IS THAT ARTHUR? ⤷ user8 now hold up, arthur's not build like that ⤷ user9 wait- chaRLES? ⤷ user10 the dots are connecting

arthur_leclerc i nearly shat myself when you half flung yourself out of the window ⤷ yourusername it was getting sticky in the car...

samholland1999 i want to say i'm surprised, but i'm not ⤷ yourusername you just know me so well

user11 i want to have a wild night out in monaco as well :/ ⤷ user12 my heart says yes, but my bank account says no

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yourusername winning the race to your heart

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user13 you just made it obvious that the rumours are true ⤷ user14 i think that was the whole thought behind it

user15 aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh

samholland1999 one wrong turn of his and we'll have a problem ⤷ yourusername don't act all tough as if you weren't the one gushing over the news when i called you

tomholland2013 so i'm guessing you'll bring a plus one to every even from now on? ⤷ yourusername am i not enough for you?

user16 crying, throwing up

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charles_leclerc it was just two lovers, sitting in the car, listening to blonde, falling for each other

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user17 HIM USING THE LYRICS OF GOLDEN HOUR BY JVKE I LOVE THIS MAN ⤷ user18 my boyfriend can never compete against charles

carlossainz55 happy to see you happy 😊 comment liked by charles_leclerc

user19 i'm honestly so happy for charles. i feel like he's a relationship type of guy

arthur_leclerc say i'm the best wingman out there ⤷ charles_leclerc non ⤷ yourusername excusez-moi, wingman? you? nah-uh you just sat there and watched ⤷ arthur_leclerc guess who was "too busy" to pick you up? a good wingman does his job behind the scenes

user20 no way arthur was this sly ⤷ user21 ultimate rizz

yourusername so we're just going to skip the whole soft launch thing? ⤷ charles_leclerc they all have been knowing it already anyway ⤷ yourusername touché

[annab-nana]

hiya ! i'm so excited for your blurb sleepover! i wanted to request “Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.” with tom holland please <3

- alltoowelltom

hey love!! thank you @alltoowelltom <3 i did one similar to this here but let's do it again but ✨ differently ✨

warnings: not proofread, being on your period, having mood swings, mentions of drinking

❀ masterlist ❀

"what's up with you?" tom questioned when he came over to you in the kitchen, getting a refill and checking in on you. "you aren't glued to the floor in here, are you?"

the music was too loud, fuelling your already raging headache. your gut felt like it was at war with itself. you were so tired that you could probably fall asleep right where you were standing up. but, that was a lot to say and you didn't have it in you to explain it all.

"i'm just not in the party mood," you offered weakly, but tom wasn't having it. he knew you were normally the one that he had to pull away from the party, not pull into it. especially for sam and harry's birthday, you would never isolate yourself in the kitchen. they were your best friends.

tom held out his hand to you. "come on. stop being grumpy. it's lame."

you know he meant it jokingly. you knew that. but you felt like you were being a major party pooper on the birthday of two of your favorite people in the world and with your period, the mood swings were heavy. tears sprung to your eyes and you felt your face crumple. in an attempt to save yourself from embarrassment, you turned to face away from him, but he had already seen your reaction.

"hey, hey, hey," he spoke soothingly, taking a step closer to you and placing a hand on your cheek. "i was just kidding. please don't take it to heart."

you shook your head. "i know you didn't. it's just..." you let out a sigh before you continued to try to calm yourself down. "that time of the month so i don't feel good and clearly don't have control of my emotions."

tom looked around to make sure no one was near—it was pretty evident you didn't want someone to see you upset—and when the coast was clear, he pulled you into his side and led you up the stairs.

"tom, where are we going?" you inquired when you two reached the top of the stairs. you watched his eyes lock on a door before he walked you that way.

"sam's room because it's cleaner than harry's and he has..." tom trailed off while searching through the bedside table drawer for something. a few seconds later, he tossed some medicine bottles onto sam's comforter. "i'll go grab you a water bottle. do you need anything else from down there?"

"tom, i'm fine. you don't have to-"

"it's okay. the boys will understand." he backed up toward the door before flashing you a grin. "so, just a water?"

you couldn't help the smile that crept onto your lips. "uh, yeah. that'd be great. thanks."

his grin widened. "alright, be back in a minute."

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[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

The Redundant Rescue Mission

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52930006 by for_the_night “Oh! Hey guys, what are you guys doing here?” Peter asked, appearing from behind a tree. Bucky blinked. “We’re here to rescue you.” “Oh… I mean, I can go back if you want? I'm sure I can crawl back through the window and I won’t tell anyone.” Steve bawked at him. “Excuse me?” “I can even tie myself back up if it makes it better?” “Are you seriously suggesting un-rescuing yourself?” Or: Peter gets kidnapped, but Steve and Bucky are a little late in getting the mystery kid back to his dad Words: 4327, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of First Encounters Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Tony Stark, Peter Parker, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, BAMF Peter Parker, James "Rhodey" Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, First Meetings, Kidnapped Peter Parker, Steve Rogers Feels, Protective Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker is a Mess, Fluff and Crack, only a tiny bit of hurt, I know, So Unlike me, Tony Stark Needs a Hug, Parent Tony Stark read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/52930006

[teen--marvel]

hey, hey, party people! how we doing? i really hope you said great, but if not, have no fear! the weekly check in is here!!

i used to do these a lot a couple of years ago, and i haven't done one in 34 weeks! let's get into it.

if you've been here before, you know how this works, lol. but if you haven't, the "rules" are as follows; you follow at least ONE bullet point in this list, you're more than welcome to reblog and share to remind your other moots/followers how fucking badass they are. that's it!! i also like to put in here how i've been doing, as well, so that you won't feel to anxious about sharing how you've been doing.

i haven't been doing that great mentally. i've had major writers block, my oldest has been acting out the last few days, we have one more week of school (which also means one more week of babysitting... which i'm kind of stressing over), and just all the things, really. let me know how y'all have been in either the comments/replies, my inbox or my dm's.

now, let’s get into our points, shall we? 

i hope y’all;

drink your water or tea (gotta stay hydrated, my lovelies) 🥤

eat some good ass food (whatever your heart and stomach is telling you) 🍕🍟🥞🧇🍔🌭🥪🌮🌯🍝

remember that you’re a boss ass bitch and ain’t nobody can touch you (because you’re 🎵BAD, YOU’RE BAD, YA’KNOW IT🎵) 💪🏻🤘🏻💅🏻

take some time for yourself (treat yo’ self) 💸🛍️

have a self care day / weekend ; face mask, bubble bath, put on your favorite dylan o’brien, tom holland, joe keery, or joseph quinn movie / tv show or discover a new one, if the weather is nice - go sit outside with a cuppa (ahh, see what i did there? 😏) or a cup of tea or coffee or hot chocolate (pretty sure that's what a cuppa is, but just roll with it, lol)

and remember the most important thing ; you’re amazing, you’re important to a lot of people, you matter, and you’re strong, you’re smart, you’re beautiful, you’re enough, you will conquer the world, and you’ll get through whatever hell storm comes your way 💜💜😚

remember that you have people in your corner, and if you don’t, my dm’s are always open. i'm everyone's designated hype woman <33

i hope y’all have a great weekend. i love y’all to the moon and back, and hopefully i’ll see y’all back here next time for  ✨ j e s s ’  w e e k l y   c h e c k   i n ✨

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[plscallmeeren]

YOU REMEMBER

(Aged Up) Michelle 'MJ' Jones x Reader

Request: yeah

Summary: ok so (y/n) is basically Peter (Tom Holland) and Peter is just like Ned 2.0

It's after No Way Home so no one remembers him and MJ, Ned and Peter are off to college (you've also lost all your humour and happiness in case u were wondering)

Anyways things happen and memories are triggered.... Enjoy I have edited nothing as usual (it's so late I'm so tired wtf)

Warnings: Swearing; sad MJ; yelling/fighting

Word Count: 2.6K+

You watched from a rooftop as New York teemed with activity even in the dead of night - not that that was anything unusual. Crowds of party-goers cheered with joints in hand. Mini-supermarket clerks filled out expert crosswords while casual thieves slipped candy into their pockets. Burnt-out child hackers typed ferociously in the hopes of pirating a new online game.

Those were your lesser worries. Those weren't the things you dared worry about. Not that you worried much these days. None of it mattered much, anyway. No one was there to care if you failed at what you had tasked yourself with for eternity.

You brushed down your dirtied red and black skintight suit, to no avail. That didn't matter, either.

This was peace. Peace was leaning back against the cold concrete. Peace was pressing »play« on your playlist and hearing Sweet Gene Vincent ramble around the murky night air like a newer, cleaner mist with a Cockney accent and punk ideals. Peace was pulling out your phone and looking at old photos of you and your former girlfriend and friends even though you knew you couldn't afford the emotional exhaustion. Peace was finally letting all those tears slide from beneath folds of harsh ignorance. That was peace now.

It wasn't always like that. It used to be lying around the living room, spread out on couches, with Peter and Ned telling you about the new Lego Death Star with an electronic component and MJ lying across your lap with a smile that suggested they were being stupid as she stared lovingly up at you as you ran your fingers through her curled hair.

But that sort of peace wasn't possible anymore, so there was no point seeking or missing it.

A picture of Ned and Peter grinning like idiots as they stood in front of the cinema to watch a rerun of Alien slid across the screen.

It was replaced by an image of MJ smiling back at you, mockingly signing 'metal' with one hand as her foreshortened feet lay closer to you and the camera.

You turned your phone off. A police siren wailed pathetically in the distance like a droning call for help.

Peace was over.

•••

Massachusetts

The Hercules cafe bustled with customers overflowing the nine-person chair budget.

MJ, Peter and Ned were positioned fortunately in the best corner beside the window. It was about lunch time - peak hour at that particular instalment - but the three had arrived hours earlier already.

"Mrs. Zeis is killing me," Ned was complaining, only stopping to sip at his strawberry milkshake. "Two protocols, one theory essay and an experiment setup? Does she not remember we have other subjects, too?"

The snarky waitress who never wore a name tag - the counterpart to exaggeratedly sweet Mr. Lang - strode up to them, snarling. "Will you be here much longer? We have other customers, y'know."

"Yeah, we'll have another chocolate milkshake, thanks," MJ dismissed her smoothly, turning back to her friends.

"Yeah, she's pretty bad," Peter continued for Ned. "I wrote an essay once I knew was bad but I hadn't had time to do it properly and she literally just ripped it apart."

"That's cruel," MJ conceded, smiling as Mr. Lang brought her her order. "Any chance you'll be rid of her for the last semester?"

"Not really," Ned sighed in exasperation.

"I will," Peter added cheerily, stealing Ned's straw and slurping a great deal of milkshake away from him. Ned stared on in horror.

The waitress came up to them again, but before she could dart out that poised tongue Ned was reminding her they weren't finished. She walked away with such impotence as if they had greatly insulted her.

"I can't believe we're graduating so soon... I'm looking forward to Manhattan. It's not really a great place looking back but it'll always be home," MJ said thoughtfully, chewing on her straw.

"Yeah. We had some great times," Peter smiled, handing Ned his latte in attempted reconciliation.

"Yeah," Ned added dreamily.

MJ nodded. Then: "Hey, I'm getting major Deja vu right now. Either of you?"

"Nah, not really," Ned admitted sheepishly as Peter simply shook his head.

"Huh."

They were all silent for a moment, all in their own worlds, when Peter spoke up again: "I know this sounds totally out there and weird, but do you sometimes feel like someone's missing? I mean, like there should be a fourth of us? I don't know, maybe I'm just-"

"No, you're not wrong," MJ interrupted, peering around the cafe as if something might be written on the walls in reply.

"Hey, MJ," Ned said slowly, some eerie disturbance creeping up on his usual voice. "Where did you actually get your necklace? I mean, you wear it every day, so I just... I don't know why I thought of it..."

She looked down at where her black dahlia necklace rested on her collarbone.

She stared. There was something familiar about it, and yet it was like she no longer knew it or why it was there. But she did, didn't she? She had been wearing it every day for years since...

(Y/n).

"Are you okay? You look a bit pale," Peter commented, casting a sidelong glance at Ned, who looked similarly anxious about the look on their friend's face.

It was all coming back to her. Rushing, roaring memories like tidal waves washing up to a shore that had been awaiting them for a decade too long.

"It's (y/n). He's missing," she murmured, standing up straight in seconds and rushing right past the returning waitress, almost making her fall over.

"Children! That's what you are!" she yelled after her, but MJ could hardly hear anything beyond her beating heart and gaping lungs.

•••

You lazily pressed the »play« buttons on the remote, refocusing your attention on your Chinese takeaway as He's Just Not That Into You started. It was going to be stupid. You knew that. Scarlet Johansson was in it, though, so you didn't particularly care. Stupid was good once in a while, anyway.

Your mobile buzzed, making you groan as you set your food back down to get it from the faraway table.

+339 873 5386

Probably another scam, you thought in slight disappointment, but not much surprise. You hung up. There was no one to call you, anyway.

You sat back down on your bed which acted as a couch at times like these and pulled the Chinese food back into your lap. The credits rolled.

Your phone buzzed again. Unfortunately for your innocent food, you almost completely spilled it slamming it back down on the table to reach your phone again.

+339 873 5386

You hung up again, muttering to yourself about stupid people and their stupid money scams. You wondered if you could pay not to get scammed and then realised you were in the same issue all over again. Except maybe they wouldn't interrupt takeaway night as much.

Far away one truly stubborn woman decided she was not having your bullshit and booked the next flight to New York she could find.

•••

MJ had travelled once across Manhattan and still she hadn't found even half a lead on your whereabouts.

She was close to despairing after finding your old apartment empty, countless people who should have known you to render your name foreign and only Delmar who knew of an old boyfriend of hers at all - though even he thought he hadn't seen you in more than a couple of years.

Until she saw you.

You were walking harmlessly along in your favourite black hoodie - one thing that you wouldn't let change - when you saw her, too. Or, someone who looked like her. It couldn't be. What was she doing here? She was supposed to be in Massachusetts. Far away from all of this.

You quickly turned a corner, hoping whatever psychotic trauma you were reliving at that moment would quickly pass.

She couldn't be there. You had made sure of that. Dr. Strange had made sure of that. She was safe. Ned was safe. So was Peter. She's safe.

Your inner voice repeated it like a mantra, following you the entire rushed way to your apartment building and up its concrete wasteland stairs. You stood before your door, shaking, trembling, scrunching your eyes closed to reassure yourself her familiar gaze wasn't on your back.

You were right. You had lost her. Both now and then.

You fought a losing battle with the rusty lock on your door until it finally gave in out of pity, its swinging whine stolen and replaced by your own breathless sigh.

You kicked it shut, not bothering to lock it, considering there was hardly anyone who'd be much trouble to you in Manhattan - and if they were, no lock would stop them, most likely.

Collapsing on the mattress, the bare room's singular comforting component, your head landed in your hands as heavily as lead weight. It hurt so much. It didn't matter if it had been her or not. She would never be yours again.

You looked around your place. Nothing felt like yours anymore. This fridge with a spoon, fork and plate next to it, this iPhone charger and mattress, microwave and a closet with so few clothes the spider suit almost stood out - none of it held any identity you could associate with yourself. None.

The door creaked again, and this time there was no heaving breath to hide it.

"(Y/n)?"

Please no. Please not now, not here, not unprepared... She can't be here. She was safe. I kept it that way.

She repeated your name, but your fingers only tightened their deadly grip around the sheet. Silence. Finally, you looked up, because you were almost convinced, almost hopeful that familiar voice had been a fragment of your imagination or she had decided you a lost cause and left after all.

She was still there. Your body sagged in upset.

"Do you even eat?" she snapped, and you wondered whether she had meant it to be so harsh. More words followed, each cracking like a whip also. You plead mercy with your emotional masochism. "You haven't brushed your hair in days - don't deny it, I know how it looks. You practically have bruises under your eyes. You're like a bag of bones; no exercise, no good food, right?"

You didn't answer, simply staring at her. She was so beautiful.

"God, (y/n)," she whispered, voice so soft it hurt more; the way it cradled you while it lasted and dropped you from its billowing clouds far higher up than anything else. Her pain crawled as ugly tendrils across the floor and through the very soles of your feet to the weight in your lungs.

Silence, again.

"You remember," you stated deftly, but nothing in you wanted to accept it. It couldn't be. It just couldn't.

And yet... she had remembered. Your relationship had been so strong, she had remembered. How? Curiosity danced groggily on the sidelines of your train of thought.

"Yeah. Remember this?" MJ lifted the dahlia necklace from her chest, holding it up for you to see. You did. An array of yellowing memories about your trip to France all those years ago flashed before your eyes, reminding you of every reason you had to buy it for her and every reason you should have been bursting with happiness at the fact she was standing before you.

"How did you find me?" you asked instead, earning a deserved scoff.

"I told you I'd track you down." She clenched her jaw, as if remembering how angry she was. "You promised." It was a quiet reminder, but stone in its sureness.

Your muscles tightened as you looked away. You couldn't bare it. You were certain you had done the right thing, and yet...

"You promised you would find us," she repeated, a little louder.

Still, you didn't answer.

"Look at me!" she finally yelled, making you jump, staring at her with wide eyes. She never used to be so loud. She never shouted, even when you fought. She had changed... or maybe you had given her reason to.

Tears threatened to escape her, but her expression remained firm, impossible.

"I did. I was there, just like I promised," you admitted slowly, enunciating every word so that you may never have to say any again. "I saw you, MJ. With Peter and Ned. And it was just... it was so clear you were better off without me. Without this huge Spider-Man burden on your back. You were safe not knowing me."

"So, let me get this straight," she started, in a way that unlike before was similar to the way she usually talked. Casual-sounding, light. "Not only did you assume what was best for us and ignored what we wanted, but you also - for even a second - thought I could survive seeing you like this? You really weren't planning on finding us? Ever?"

Your stood, leaning clumsily against the mattress as you watched her. You didn't need to reply.

"No. No. I won't have this. You need to apologise. You need to- to- I don't know. Make it up to us. You think this is okay? You think this way of living works? Well, it doesn't. The Bell Jar isn't this fucking depressing."

You winced. She always referenced that book when she was calling something fucked up. She began crying properly now.

"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I'll do anything. There's nothing like this feeling that you could be responsible for the death of someone you love, MJ. That's not an excuse, but it's a pretty damn good reason. I understand you're angry, but you've gotta understand, too. You were everything. You are. I can watch from afar, but I can't watch everything end. If you're worried about me, worry about that. Your end would be my end. My fucking end, okay?"

Her chest heaved in wet sobs. You had only seen her cry three times before in all this time. You hated it. You pressed a finger to your cheek and realised you were crying, too.

"It's not fair. It's not fair," she sobbed, gesturing wildly in the air, her curls pushed to one side.

"I know. I know. Nothing's bloody fair," you sniffed, approaching her slowly, as if she were a shy animal, a stranger, perhaps.

It didn't take much. She slumped into your opening arms with all of her force behind her. Tears of yours mingled with hers on your shoulders and in each other's hair. Everything seemed tinged with the distant taste of salt.

She looked up at you, and suddenly your lips were connected once more, though it was sloppy and damp and certainly not your best kiss. But it was something. It gave your dingy kitchenette character and your mattress the air of a childhood sleepover in the living room.

"I won't leave you alone. Ever. You need to understand that. Whether you like it or not. You get it?" she murmured beside your ear.

You wanted to answer something romantic, something impressive, something to look back on - but all you could manage was a string of shaky "you remember"s.

[cleolinda]

Varney the Vampire: Chapter 14

Chapter 13: Interview with the vampyre

This is a short chapter and also a good one. If you were a fan of Henry Bannerworth Knowing That He Is In Dracula, this is the chapter for you.

I'm going to tag this "cannibalism" for real-life reasons, and also "unreality" because I want to talk about an aspect of fiction that might not be great for you if you don't feel like you're on solid ground. I mean, if people are using that tag for Goncharov, this is the high-octane stuff.

Chapter XIV.

HENRY'S AGREEMENT WITH SIR FRANCIS VARNEY. -- THE SUDDEN ARRIVAL AT THE HALL. -- FLORA'S ALARM.

To catch you up, the Bannerworth family's new neighbor has offered to buy Bannerworth Estate, since the family obviously will not want to live there now that a mysterious vampyre is harassing them by night. Upon arriving at the neighbor's house, Henry Bannerworth discovers that said neighbor: is the fucking vampyre. Like just chilling there, in a dim room, vampyring. Henry promptly starts having a very apparent breakdown, all while his kinda-uncle Marchdale is like, "Shhhhh, Henry, it's rude to tell people they're vampyres."

I. Still interviewing the vampyre

The unnamed servant brings the unnamed refreshments that Sir Francis has called for—unnamed but for "a glass of wine."

"You take nothing yourself?" said Henry. "I am under a strict regimen," replied Varney. "The simplest diet alone does for me, and I have accustomed myself to long abstinence." "He will not eat or drink," muttered Henry, abstractedly.

I grew up with the impression, and you may have too, that vampires specifically don't like wine, but why? I spent way too long googling this without getting a solid answer, as you will remember from our Public Domain Wine Dot Com digression. But I have finally learned that the "I never drink......... wine" thing was not in Stoker's Dracula, nor anything before it; much the way that Nosferatu (1922) introduced the concept of sunlight crisping vampires, it was the Balderston-Deane play adaptation (1924) that introduced the line, which was then adapted by Tod Browning for the screen (1931):

Both the line as written and Bela Lugosi's delivery put an outsized emphasis on it being wine. He could have been saying he didn't drink coffee after dinner. I'm spending an hour on google trying to figure out if it has anything to do with communion wine—nope. It ain't blood. That's all. As Henry points out, Varney doesn't eat or drink, period, and that's the underlying premise here. Because, you know. He's dead. That is the story that James Malcolm Rymer has going at this point in time, and he might or might not stick with it.

I'll wrap this segment up by noting that Henry is absolutely sure that the painting and the person are the same, because they both bear "the mark or cieatrix [a transcriber mistyped cicatrix?] of a wound in the forehead, which the painter had slightly indented in the portrait, but which was much more plainly visible on the forehead of Sir Francis Varney." A cicatrix—[sic]atrix?—is just a scar. The dude has a telltale scar.

II. Will u sell the house tho

Varney still has real estate on his mind (one wonders if this gave Stoker any ideas):

"I cannot yet," answered Henry, "I will think. My present impression is, to let you have it on whatever terms you may yourself propose, always provided you consent to one of mine." "Name it." "That you never show yourself in my family." "How very unkind. I understand you have a charming sister, young, beautiful, and accomplished. Shall I confess, now, that I had hopes of making myself agreeable to her?"

OH

NOOOOOOOOO

This is already bad for both Flora and her devoted Charles Holland, obviously, but you have to remember that Varney was inspired by the template of Polidori's Lord Ruthven, who was, pop-culturally, the Dracula of his time. And (SPOILER), the way the story ends is that Our Hero Aubrey is unable to prevent Lord Ruthven, who he has discovered to be a vampyre, from marrying, murdering, and vampyring his sister:

When on the staircase, Lord Ruthven whispered in his ear—"Remember your oath, and know, if not my bride to day, your sister is dishonoured. Women are frail!"

That is to say, in the context of 1819 rather than the consumptive Victorian "angel of the house" trope, morally "frail": the unnamed sister was willing to have premarital sex with Ruthven. Meanwhile, Aubrey has a literal rage stroke and is unable to tell anyone what Ruthven is, until after the marriage has been solemnized. These are the actual final lines of the story:

Aubrey's weakness increased; the effusion of blood produced symptoms of the near approach of death. He desired his sister's guardians might be called, and when the midnight hour had struck, he related composedly what the reader has perused—he died immediately after. The guardians hastened to protect Miss Aubrey; but when they arrived, it was too late. Lord Ruthven had disappeared, and Aubrey's sister had glutted the thirst of a VAMPYRE!

Welp. We're gonna need to call in some wellness checks on Henry, I think. But notice that we are in the 1840s—the Victorian era—now, and Flora has thoroughly been coded as both pure (to possibly a racist degree) and physically frail (except for when she's blasting vampyres). We are assured over and over that Flora is the very soul of goodness, and entirely worthy of that paragon of manhood, Charles Holland. I think the two of them might be in for some trouble, but it won't be "moral" temptation. Probably.

"You make yourself agreeable to her? The sight of you would blast her for ever, and drive her to madness." "Am I so hideous?" "No, but -- you are -- " "Hush, Henry, hush," cried Marchdale. "Remember you are in this gentleman's house."

Marchdale manages to drag Henry away before he can insult the vampyre who wants to continue stalking Henry's sister any further, because that would just be uncouth.

"Adieu," said Sir Francis Varney, and he made one of the most elegant bows in the world, while there came over his face a peculiarity of expression that was strange, if not painful, to contemplate.

Peculiar in what way? I have filed this away for later.

III. Coping: not even once

"Marchdale, it would be charity of some one to kill me."

"This man, Varney, is a vampyre." "Hush! hush!"

"I tell you, Marchdale," cried Henry, in a wild, excited manner, "he is a vampyre. He is the dreadful being who visited Flora at the still hour of midnight, and drained the life-blood from her veins. He is a vampyre. There are such things. I cannot doubt now. Oh, God, I wish now that your lightnings would blast me, as here I stand, for ever into annihilation, for I am going mad to be compelled to feel that such horrors can really have existence."

Honestly, I think half the problem is Marchdale telling him to shut up and not rock the boat. Everyone would feel a lot better if they could just gear up, ride out, and—

"Nay, talk not to me. What can I do? Shall I kill him? Is it not a sacred duty to destroy such a thing? Oh, horror -- horror. He must be killed -- destroyed -- burnt, and the very dust to which he is consumed must be scattered to the winds of Heaven. It would be a deed well done, Marchdale."

—yeah, that.

But how do you just go do that? This isn't Count Dracula, who lives in a spooky abbey and then flees home to his spooky castle and gets dealt with there. This is a dude who's going around the neighborhood being friendly and asking to buy estates. He's got servants, he's throwing around money on properties, he's trying to court your sister. How do you just go in and murderate him? What if, somehow, he's not a vampyre, and you were Extremely Mistaken the whole time, and now you're on trial for homicide?

Two examples from my taste in television come to mind:

One is the Hammersmith Ghost episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved: True Crime, in which a man decided to go hunt down and shoot a Boo Ghost™ harassing a district of London in 1804. It ended with one Francis Smith on trial for the murder of a bricklayer who happened to be wearing an unfortunate amount of white. I am sure Smith absolutely believed he was shooting a real ghost, right up until it became tragically apparent that the ghost hadn't already been dead.

The other one is the FASCINATING "Hunting Vampires" episode of Expedition Unknown, in which Josh Gates visits rural Romania to get scared by a cat and talk to a man who actually... well. Let me quote the fan wiki (content note: technically necrocannibalism?):

The next day, Josh meets Petra Rotar, a local journalist, and they drive to Craiova where they meet Daniela Barbu, a prosecutor. She had to charge six men who desecrated and exhumed the grave of Petre Toma. After Petre died villagers began to get sick and have nightmares with Petre in them. Six men went to the cemetery and pulled out Petre's heart, grilled it and prepared a potion from the ashes and everybody who was sick drank it. The villagers' jail term was suspended […] . Petra and Josh go to Marotinu de Sus and to the cemetery where they find Petre Toma's grave. Two angry villagers come but they are able to calm down and one of the men, Florin, is related to a man who dug up the body. Florin and Josh row across a lake to meet Florin's cousin Mitrica Mircea, where Mitrica [one of the six men] recounts the story for them and believes what he did was the right thing.

Like. This happened:

'No one is bothered who did it, it's their own business,' declared 80-year-old Tudor Stoica, shading his face with a fraying hat. 'This ritual often takes place, but in secret, within the family. The problem comes when the police get involved.'

This happened! And they're all sure they're doing the right thing! And I'm tagging this post "unreality," so if you have issues with certain kinds of ideations, I'm gonna say skip down to the next pull quote, but I'm trying to describe a certain quality in fiction: 

Of course I want to say that Mitrica Mircea wasn't doing the right thing, this is real life, there are no vampires to go around staking. But it's a funny thing, how people in genre fiction have to realize they're in genre fiction and things are real, and people in real life have to remember they're in real life and things aren't real, but also, the nature of consciousness is such that a fictional character might express the belief that they live in the real world, and a real person might find themselves in a traumatic moment thinking, This feels just like a movie. Do you ever find yourself in real life saying, "This feels like that moment in movies where the characters don't believe in monsters, and that's why they get eaten?" Can you, then, understand a character in fiction going through the same thing? I can't believe this is really happening, but it is.

Except that they are wrong, because it is fiction.

But they can't know that.

I feel fairly confident of my reality, and I'm confident none of my neighbors need to be staked. But I'll stop there in case anyone else isn't.

"Yes; but reflect, Henry, for a moment upon the length to which you might [have to] carry out so dangerous an argument. It is said that vampyres are made by vampyres sucking the blood of those who, but for that circumstance, would have died and gone to decay in the tomb along with ordinary mortals; but that being so attacked during life by a vampyre, they themselves, after death, become such." "Well -- well, what is that to me?" "Have you forgotten Flora?" A cry of despair came from poor Henry's lips, and in a moment he seemed completely, mentally and physically, prostrated. "God of Heaven!" he moaned, "I had forgotten her!"

H E N R Y.

IV. Marchdale what is your deal

Kinda-Sorta Uncle Marchdale pleads with Henry to not curl up and die because Flora needs him! Possibly to stake her someday! No, Marchdale, Flora has Charles Holland now! HUMPH, says Marchdale to that. As you will recall, Marchdale and Charles Holland loathed each other on sight for literally, in the literal sense of literally, no reason, and Marchdale stands by that:

"I, therefore, now prophecy to you that Charles Holland will yet be so stung with horror at the circumstance of a vampyre visiting Flora, that he will never make her his wife."

Bro, why are you like this. On one hand, Henry insists that Charles Holland is the soul of honor:

"You are, you may depend, entirely wrong. I cannot be deceived in Charles. From you such words produce no effect but one of regret that you should so much err in your estimate of any one. From any one but yourself they would have produced in me a feeling of anger I might have found it difficult to smother."

On the other hand, one might perhaps become concerned that the text keeps raising the issue of whether Charles Holland is trustworthy or not.

V. Anyway, when do we kill him

Henry and Marchdale agree that they won't tell the family that their new neighbor is the vampyre stalking Flora, because that always works out just fine. Marchdale declares, in fact, that there is no way that "this Sir Francis Varney, or whatever his real name may be, will obtrude himself upon you." Obviously, Varney will be intruding on them anon. Should he try such a thing, Henry announces that he will kill Varney really most sincerely dead:

"It would be fatal, so help me, Heaven; and then would I take especial care that no power of resuscitation should ever enable that man again to walk the earth." [Marchdale, very helpfully:] "They say the only way of destroying a vampyre is to fix him to the earth with a stake, so that he cannot move, and then, of course, decomposition will take its course, as in ordinary cases." "Fire would consume him, and be a quicker process," said Henry.

Well, I hope to fuck that they know where the matches are.

Varney the Vampire masterpost

[readingtheentrails]

Post seven comfort films and tag seven people.

Tagged by @missmacfire. I took ages to do this, sorry!

1. Legally Blonde. I can watch this forever. It's silly with a serious edge and it has bonus Holland Taylor

2. Mamma Mia. The songs are fun, the story tugs on my heart strings and I still think Sophie was wrong not to ask Donna to walk her down the aisle in the first place. Nonetheless, I have yet to tire of this.

3. The Mummy. What a fun, action-packed romp. And also Rachel Weisz is so beautiful 🥹

4. The Addams Family Values. I love the first film too but Joan Cusack as Debbie has my entire heart. She's magnificent.

5. The Emperor's New Groove. It's insane that this film even got made. The story behind it is bedlam. But I love this film so much. Kronk and Yzma are iconic.

6. School of Rock. Joan Cusack yet again stealing the show for me, but this film is so much fun and the music is great.

7. Miss Congeniality. It's so fluffy! I feel like I should hate this and yet I can't get enough. It always cheers me up.

I'm bad at the tagging part so here are some no-pressure tags: @orchidsshine @larissaweemsisalesbian @weemssapphic @dianneking @wasjustred @akacosima @bitch-we-have-a-hulk

And if you see this and want to do it, consider yourself tagged 😅

[imaginesfordifferentfandoms]

Who Do I Write For?

Reuploaded with new fandoms and characters!

Click here for my masterlist.

The only prompt list I have right now is my Taylor Swift one (Click here to see what songs are free!) so if you a certain character and song gives you inspo for them just send me a message!

If you have any of your own ideas message me too and I'll see what I can come up with! If there's a fandom you like on here but not the character just ask about them and I'll see if I'm up for trying a new person!

You can use the link in my bio to add yourself to the tag list!🤎

Marvel -

- Andrew Garfield's Peter Parker

- Tom Holland's Peter Parker

- Tony Stark

- Bucky Barnes

- Winter Soldier

- Loki

- Clint Barton

- Kate Bishop

- Yelena Belova

- Natasha Romanoff

- Steven Grant

- Marc Spector

- Jake Lockley

- Matt Murdock

- Frank Castle

- Jessica Jones

- Eddie Brock

- Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

- Charles Xavier

- Erik Lehnsherr

- Peter Maximoff

Star Wars -

- Obi-Wan Kenobi

- Anakin Skywalker

- Commander Cody

- Captain Rex

- Darth Vader

- Hunter

- Wrecker

- Crosshair

- Tech

- Echo

- Cassian Andor

- Han Solo

- Luke Skywalker

- Leia Organa

- Din Djarin

- Cobb Vanth

- Poe Dameron

The Last of Us -

- Joel Miller

- Ellie Williams

Doctor Who -

- 9th Doctor

- 10th Doctor

- 11th Doctor

- Rose Tyler

- Clara Oswald

9-1-1 -

- Evan 'Buck' Buckley

- Eddie Diaz

- Owen Strand

Narcos -

- Javier Peña

The Walking Dead -

- Daryl Dixon

- Negan

- Rick Grimes

Harry Potter -

- James Potter

- Sirius Black

- Remus Lupin

- Harry Potter

- Fred Weasley

- Draco Malfoy

- Newt Scamander

Criminal Minds -

- Spencer Reid

- Aaron Hotchner

- Luke Alvez

- Derek Morgan

- Emily Prentiss

House -

- Gregory House

- James Wilson

- Robert Chase

Miscellaneous Characters -

- Merlin

- Arthur Pendragon

(Probably forgetting some people, so don't be afraid to ask for other characters!)

[acheronist]

hello!!!! thank you so much for your tarot analysis of our beloved captain dylan ♥️🤍 i am here to say that i will be a devoted audience to any and all drw tarot content (for the next forever) but also specifically to ask about hank being the empress and sergei as the chariot, if you have time 😭 you can’t just “btw” that in the tags and expect us to be NORMAL about it??

omg please.... i am not the oracle of detroit for no reason. i have been pulling season overview tarot spreads + cards for every wings game since 2019. if i'm qualified for ONE thing on this earth it's talking about card associations to players ✋🏻

empress - 40

i know you can find a lot of shit about how the empress is supposed to be about embracing this ~feminine energy~ but i think that's kind of bullshit. i see it more as like.. tending the hearth? and being gentle and loving but still a protector and a teacher? guarding what is beloved and dear to you and carrying yourself with a sense of grace and confidence. which is very much the way hank's captaincy panned out, dont u think?

in the halls of drw captaincy, his was interesting because he wasn't a leader for years and years and years like nick or steve, but he was really crucial to the team in a transitional sort of time. the championship team legends were retiring, new guys were coming in, there was sort of a new identity getting built in the lockerroom? on top of the um *cough* questionable choices kenny holland made as gm? hank's presence on the team as a touchstone through dramatic changes is what always struck me the most about his nhl career. he was a security that fans (new and old!) had absolute faith in. that steadiness is not something you see in every random nhler yknow.

which leads me into the fact that the empress also is a card of creativity. the empress sits with a crown of stars above her head, which ALSO suits hank a lot i think. he was a rookie when nick was captain. he was captain when dylan was a rookie. that's quite a long stretch of time if you stop to think about it. he spent his whole career being surrounded by stars and players with insane levels of creativity and ability to play the game. AND HE HAD THAT ABILITY HIMSELF TOO which is why he lead the forefront of it all. the red wings weren't the red wings without the eurotwins leading them to victories for a long time.

and i think there's a very loving quality to the empress as well, which of course extended to the younger guys in the room, but really shone most bright in the way that hank took dylan under his wing immediately & still is there, post retirement and off the ice, in the way that he still mentors dylan through hard times in the rebuild. i think the passing of that torch was obvious from dylan's first game, and hank did a really beautiful job teaching dylan how to act and grow up and be the kind of captain that's worthwhile, and truly means something in this city. and that devotion / mentor / compassion ties back into the meaning of the empress in a really special way I THINK!!!!!!!!!!!

chariot - 91

oh boy where do i start... even going all the way back to his initial defection from russia, there's always been such a furious independence streak in sergei that i just know it's impossible to tell him to do anything. there's a direction and confidence and borderline audacious(!?) attitude / motivation that's been in his freaky little Sagittarius heart since he was 18. and i think when u boil him down to his barest essential traits, that's one of the more foundational ones!?? and there really is not a card better suited to that attitude than the chariot

there's also something to be said about the chariot card imagery where the driver is being pulled along by the black and white sphinxes.

yeah uh huh. yup.

but also essentially the chariot is about overcoming obstacles, having the willpower and the determination to keep moving forward, the self discipline to get better, etc WHICH ALL I CAN PULL UP QUOTES FOR PRECISELY HOW THESE IDEAS CONNECT BACK TO SERGEI.

defecting from 1990s russia and his whole family and his entire life to go to a country where he didn't speak the language because he had enough confidence in himself to become a star.

growing up learning to skate on frozen rivers until he was a child and able to outskate and outplay adults.

the toughness it took in his heart to go back to the rink every day after his best friend was in critical condition and win something that'll always be bigger and more important than his whole life as an act of devotion.

the way he didn't let getting exiled ruin his career, but instead used it as a doorway to the next great joy of his career.

the way he's only just stopped skating and yet he still is winning back to back cups and achieving records and making history in his own way.

there's a stubborn need to always one-up his own achievements that haunts him soooo bad & you dont have that drive without completely embodying everything that the chariot stands for.

[hashtagdrivebywrites]

The WIPpening, 2024 (WIP tag game)

"Rules: In a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs."

GIF by slightlyrebelliouswriter23

Howdy! I was tagged by @faeriekit! (This was fun, thank you!) Likewise, I also have a Dragon's Hoard worth of WIP's that I've been collecting since the early 2000's, but I'll list the ones I've worked on lately (read: being consistently worked on over the past year or so). I'll condense them to the most active and you're welcome to send me an ask about them.

Holy War is on the Phone (Danny Phantom x My Hero Academia)

The Wolf in Paradise (Batman)

Rockin' Robin (Batman x Batman Beyond x My Hero Academia)

Still you Stand, Sturdy and Smelling of Smoke (Spider-man (Tom Holland) x Batman)

Shield and Hearth (title may change?) (TMNT x Demon Slayer)

Are you there, God? It's me, Kuwabara Kazuma (Yu Yu Hakusho x Demon Slayer)

Then Again to Ash (My Hero Academia)

Essays on T-Posing to Assert Dominance Over [other] Pagan Deities (Batman x MCU)

Threads (title may change?) (Dragon Ball Z/Super)

Better, Not More (Demon Slayer)

[To Me] You Will Be Unique In All The World (Digimon Tamers)

Red Devil Rowdy (title may change?) (DCU x Danny Phantom x Scooby-Doo x Supernatural)

And Longer if I Can (TMNT; Sequel to As Long As Stars Are Above You)

Carnation Burn (title may change?) (Demon Slayer)

A Wine Dark Sea (title may change?) (DCU x My Hero Academia)

(I am just now realizing that I have more crossovers than anything else lmao. Imprint was a gateway fic.) I'm also going through a mild My Hero binge because I was gifted some of the manga and I'm trying to watch as I read (also the cast is just fun??).

-Throws out tags- If you've already done this challenge or don't have an interest in participating, please ignore me and go about your day lmao. (also, sorry in advance if I'm tagging the wrong blog, I'm still figuring out how this damn site works): @halfagone @nerdpoe @zylev-blog @gilbirda

Also, consider this "@" an invitation to do your own if you're a writer yourself and I missed tagging you (Hopefully this is...legal? I don't know. I don't think I've done something like this yet lmao)

[worldenough-and-time]

Fic Song Tag Game

Thank you @spindrifters for the tag!! This is gonna be unhinged jsyk, basically half these songs actually inspired the fic and the other half happened to be my hyperfixation song during an intense period of writing so they do not relate lyrically at all, but the vibes… the vibes.

True Blue by Boy Genius

But it feels good to be known so well

I can't hide from you like I hide from myself

I remember who I am when I'm with you

Your love is tough, your love is tried and true blue

Okay obviously I have to include the song that TTTB gets it’s title from. You’ve never done me wrong!!! Except for that one time!!!! Genuinely the sapphic Wolfstar anthem… what else can I say….

Body to Flame by Lucy Dacus

Longing for your short hair to grow back to the way you like

Thank you for the gesture

I regret ever implying that you could be better

Didn't mean to empty your perfect body

And fill it with my passing will

Easily won, weary of losing, gullible girl

Weak and alluring, well, we break our rules

Get drunk in the dark

Laughing aloud at the spinning stars

Ok this one is scary- so what happened is I wrote two scenes for TTTB before I ever heard this song, and then Mel read them and then she listened to this song and she was like “dude… this song is about your fic and those two scenes specifically” and I was like “haha yeah it’s Lucy Dacus, the Queen of Sapphic Pining” but then I listened to the song and like… the specificity. They lyrics match up exactly. You will see when we get to fourth and fifth year, but, Lucy, my wife, we were drinking from the same mother lake…

Vampires by Tommy Lefroy

And I know you

I know you

I know you know

I know you feel everything

Okay so this one has the above lyrics, which became a sort of source code for TTTB Sirius. I associate this song with her and it helped to ground my writing of her character in the first couple chapters. Anyway I love her, also Tommy Lefroy rules, they’re gonna get big, I just know it.

Holland, 1945 by Neutral Milk Hotel

The only girl I ever loved…

This one has absolutely jack shit to do with anything related to this fic, but I was deeply hyperfixating on it back in January when I was first outlining TTTB, sooo yeah. I also wrote the first scene I ever wrote for this fic while listening to this song on repeat at my favorite coffee shop.

The Bench by Like Roses

Break down with me on the phone

Just like we did those nights when I was at home

This is another one that lyrically doesn’t have much to do with anything, but really helped me achieve the specific angsty headspace I needed to be in to write the year one Christmas chapter when Sirius goes home to Grimmauld Place. Also the above lyrics really gave me ‘prongsfoot talking through the mirrors’ vibes. I know this song is actually about addiction, like I’m aware.

Francis Forever by Mitski

I don’t think I could stand to be

Where you don’t see me

Mel texted me in a panic because she had read a snippet of a scene I wrote from sixth year and then listened to this song in close succession and she said that she had never really listened to these lyrics before, or she didn’t fully get what they meant, until she read that snippet and thought about this song and had a breakdown. Anyway, something for y’all to look forward too. Post prank vibes, delicious angst.

Honorable Mentions go to:

The entirety of Transgender Dysphoria Blues by Against Me- nothing is more punk rock than being transgender and if you haven’t listened to this album yet, do yourself a favor and turn that shit up right now. Fucking bangers all the way through.

Dreamt We Were Closer by Ash Tuesday- look it’s not my fault that this is a Wolfstar song, okay???

For Sale: Ford Pinto by Rosie Tucker- my current hyper-fixation song, idk what will come of it yet but it is a whole vibe.

Tagging Mel @capacity-for-wonder who is on her honeymoon but will never miss a chance to make a playlist.

[annab-nana]

I'm so sorry may I request two? 'Having lunch dates with friends in their car while the rain is pouring outside' and 'Hydrating and moisturizing' both with Tom Holland. Sorry they're a little strange!

you 100% can request two! i think i can make it work 😉 hope you like it :)

warnings: not proofread

❀ masterlist ❀

"i am so sorry," tom apologized once you'd both shut the doors to his car. "i wasn't expecting it to rain today."

it took you a minute to catch your breath. you were laughing the whole way over, now-soggy sandwich in hand. "tom," you called between giggles, "it's fine, i promise. it's london. it rains all the time. i'm used to it and anyway, i heard somewhere that it's good for the skin."

you pulled down the sun visor in his car to look at yourself in the mirror and brought your hand up to rub in the raindrops that were still on your skin. after flipping the visor back up, you turned to tom to see him staring at you.

"what?"

"nothing," he started, letting out an elated sigh, "just you."

warmth spread over your cheeks at his words when your eyes caught sight of all the water drops on his face. not a thought ran through your head before you reached over and rubbed the water into his skin, his eyes fluttering closed at your soothing actions.

your thumb trailed down to run over his bottom lip and when it did, his eyelids opened ever so slightly. in your focused state, you'd unintentionally moved a good bit closer to tom and when he met your eye, you realized it at the same moment he did.

you glanced down to his lips before looking back at him. the timid request fell softly from your mouth. "can i?"

he didn't respond with words. he gave you your answer by slipping his hand behind your neck and pressing his mouth to yours in a delicate manner. you didn't think you had ever been handled with such tenderness and care. if only oxygen wasn't a requirement to life, the kiss could've lasted forever.

tom rested his forehead against yours as you both took in deep breaths. his lips curved up in a smile and he joked, "i think the rain should crash our dates more often."

"thankfully, we live in a pretty rainy area."

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[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

Its okay if you cant catch your breath (you can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/50300137 by A_Monument_Of_Cloud Healing isn't a linear process. It's messy, frustrating, and often painful. Yet, within the chaos of grief, there are moments of connection, understanding, and love, if only you allow yourself to find them. Or, May’s death leaves Peter raw and vulnerable, grappling with loss and the difficult journey of moving forward when everything has changed. Tony is trying his best to help him, but sometimes he can’t help but feel he’s not what Peter really needs. Demigod!Peter AU Words: 11995, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 3 of I am the sail, the plank, the mast that breaks (and gets replaced) Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Baggage, Grief/Mourning, Healing, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Whump, Hurt Peter Parker, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Parent Tony Stark, Protective Tony Stark, POV Tony Stark, POV Peter Parker, Tony Stark is Good With Kids, Tony Stark is trying his best, Demigod!Peter, Father-Son Relationship, Mother-Son Relationship, Peter Parker is Tony Stark's Adopted Child, Adopted Children, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Tony Stark Loves Peter Parker, Peter Parker Loves Tony Stark, Awesome Pepper Potts, Mentioned May Parker (Spider-Man), Dead May Parker (Spider-Man), son of athena Peter, Arguing, Secrets, I'm Sorry, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark Friendship (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Peter Parker & Morgan Stark are Siblings (Marvel Cinematic Universe), The Mist - Freeform read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/50300137

[heretostealyogirl]

@mayuris-basement-dweller eeeee thank you so much for the tag!!

I've been on AO3 for years as a reader but only recently as a proper writer, although those of you who've been following me long enough might remember my old Star Trek DS9 fic from a few years ago that I started on a whim and ended up abandoning after like 4 chapters LMAO. Anyway, you can find me under the same name as here on tumblr :>

Oh yeah. LOTS of smut.

I used to rp on roblox for fun when I was a bit younger and spent years doing more serious rps with my ex before we split. We did all sorts of fandoms and OCs and it was really fun and really really useful for OC personality/backstory development. I really miss it tbh :/

Nothing I post is beta'd lol

*glances at my 60k+ words self-insert OOT Ganondorf x reader slow burn romance fic* ..........yeah.

ALWAYS. Fluff is good shit.

95% of all the romance/smut I've ever written was queer in some way

Not currently, but definitely in the past. Some previous fandoms I've written for include: Transformers, FNAF, Spiderman (Tom Holland movies), Star Trek DS9, and Subnautica!

Oh yes, always. I usually go through several iterations of the outline that progressively get more detailed before taking the final outline and using that as the skeleton for the fic itself. It's taken a long time and a lot of trial and error to get my writing technique down, but this method works very well for me.

Oh god it is SO nervewracking. I hate it, but the anxiety just makes it even more gratifying when I do get the feedback (and/or kudos)

Too many to count.

I mostly edit and format as I go along, but lemme tell you, getting the hoverboxes to work on AO3 the other day was such a pain!!

That's the main reason why I keep my phone near me at night. I've told myself far too many times that I'll just remember and write it down in the morning, only to wake up and remember that I had an idea, but not what the idea was.

...please?

15. I wouldn't want it to be my main job, but I would LOVE to be a properly published author one day.

Currently I'm only writing for the Legend of Zelda, specifically my BOTW AU and the aforementioned OOT self-insert fic.

I don't really know any other fanfic writers off the top of my head so uhhhh anyone who sees this and wants to join, consider yourself tagged!

Tysm again for the tag <3 <3

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[teen--marvel]

i know it's been a while since i've done this, so let's see if i still got it, lol. (edited to add: my own blog has informed me that it's been two years since i've done a weekly check in... i'm terrible, lol)h

since it's friday, i just wanted to check in with everyone and see how we're all doing!!

everything is going okay on my side of the screen. been trying my best to get some requests written and put out, reacting/reviewing ellie's amazing stranger things rewrite, trying to take care of the care of the house, myself, the hubbs, the kids and make sure the ones i babysit aren't gonna hurt each other, lol.

anyway, how are y'all doing? good, i hope!

here's the normal reminders for y'all for the weekend!!

drink your water or tea (gotta stay hydrated, my lovelies) 🥤

eat some good ass food (whatever your heart and stomach is telling you) 🍕🍟🥞🧇🍔🌭🥪🌮🌯🍝

remember that you’re a boss ass bitch and ain’t nobody can touch you (because you’re 🎵BAD, YOU’RE BAD, YA’KNOW IT🎵) 💪🏻🤘🏻💅🏻

take some time for yourself (treat yo’ self) 💸🛍️

have a self care day / weekend ; face mask, bubble bath, put on your favorite dylan o’brien or tom holland or joe keery movie / tv show or discover a new one, if the weather is nice - go sit outside with a cuppa (ahh, see what i did there? 😏) or a cup of tea or coffee or hot chocolate

and remember the most important thing ; you’re amazing, you’re important to a lot of people, you matter, and you’re strong, you’re smart, you’re beautiful, you’re enough, you will conquer the world, and you’ll get through whatever hell storm comes your way 💜💜😚

remember that you have people in your corner, and if you don’t, my dm’s are always open

i love y'all!!!! even if we don't talk much anymore, i'm still here if you need me!!!

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