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dragonfly0808 · 5 months ago

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college advice? i’m starting in the fall 😭

oh FUCK

Kay, so, I’m no professional here but I am about to pass into my 6th semester, so will hopefully soon be wrapping up my 3rd year of college so here’s some of advice

First off, go in the mornings, if you have a chance to do your schedule, go in the morning, it’s so fucking heavy to have to go in the evenings, did that once, never again

try to find a website or blog where students can give teachers reviews, these exist for most colleges and while it can be very hard to build your schedule based on the best teachers and I wouldn’t recommend doing that, it can help you be mentally prepared and know what each teacher values most ahead of time

always have smth to entertain yourself. You WILL have teachers who don’t show up or constantly cancel classes and while its fun using that time to catch up with friends, you should take a book or smth with you to keep yourself entertained during down time

if you have AFI’s (I have no fucking clue what they’re called in english but they’re activities, conferences, talks, outings, stuff like that) check how many you can do per semester and keep up with them, don’t leave them till last minute. For example, I need 14 to finish my career and can do up till 4 valid ones per semester but can only do them till my 7th semester. So check on that if you do have them as a requirement as well

Make sure you check out every part of your campus to know the best hangout spots. This is mostly just for yourself and to not get lost.

Hang out at your library if you have one, check out what they have even if you don’t particularly plan to use that many books, it can help motivate you and find more passion for your career if you’re feeling down or having doubts.

learn how to properly reference articles (perplexity is a great tool to find references)

make sure the teachers at least recognize you and, I would recommend to limit yourself to a certain number of classes you can miss. I try to limit myself to skip 3 classes from each teacher and try to not miss at all, the teachers recognizing me as someone who always goes has given me second chances and opportunities for extra points.

ALWAYS DO OPTIONAL PROJECTS FOR EXTRA POINTS, even if you feel confident in the subject, better to be safe than sorry

carry a cardigan or a light sweater and a small umbrella. You never know what teacher is gonna put the AC like it’s antartica and an umbrella can save you from sunburns and unexpected rain

carry headache pills or any medication you use semi-frequently, also a small utensils kit cause who likes using disposable utensils when you can carry your own + it’s better for the environment, also a hair tie

have an ‘emergency kit’, I have one that barely takes up a lot of space in my backpack and I am just now having to refill it 5 semesters in, I have mini deodorant, a small toothbrush/toothpaste I’ve never actually used, mini wet wipes, mini hand sanitizer, mini perfume, mini brush, toilet paper, band-aids, pads and kleenex.

^ these last 3 are cause my mama taught me to always be prepared and cause I personally can be a bit paranoid, I’m the mom-friend who always has anything anyone could ever need :) so those are according to the type of person you are. I also carry an UNO card game for when multiple teachers cancel on us (yes my backpack is very heavy but the paranoia can’t catch me if I’m prepared)

If you’re propense to low-sugar do NOT skip breakfast and try to carry a small snack, or in general always carry a small snack

if your career involves having to go to the laboratory, LISTEN TO THE INTERNS/LAB ASSISTANTS, half the time, they’ll know more than the teacher

remember, when it comes to group projects, you don’t have friends, you have classmates. Someone can be a great friend but an awful classmate and I am not risking a grade over a lazy friend, prepare yourself to separate those 2

try to figure out what to listen to when doing hw or studying, me personally, classical music (specifically cello music from the barroque period) really helps me focus

ALWAYS DO YOUR HOMEWORK, those are some of the easiest points to get

Finally, don’t be afraid to decorate your backpack! One of the funnest things of college to me (cause I was at a strict school for middle school and spent highschool in pandemic) has been to decorate my backpack with pins!

I’ve found a great thing about college is that genuienly no one cares about your interests and you can freely express yourself without fear of being bullied or ridiculed. Everyone is far too tired or focused to care. At least that has been my experience so far, be ridiculous if you like

I have ATLA pins, an asexual flag, spider-gwen, a matching carebear with my bestie, the school mascot and a dinasour (still looking for a winx pin)

I think that’s all I can come up with for now, so yeah, hope this helps and best of luck bestie!

#college life #college #I’ve been doing this far too long #Can yall tell im paranoid?#winx club #college advice

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and-claudia · 1 year ago

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Against All Odds pt.6 (Joel Miller x fem! reader)

Warnings: more angst

General Warnings for later on: The main story will have an age gap between Joel and the reader (Reader will be 25 once we get to the main storyline), this will also be your warning that it will eventually be an x pregnant reader (if that's not your jam, I'm sorry) there is also going to be more graphic/trigger parts later on so please always to be sure to read the warnings BEFORE reading. This story will also be 18+ and TO BE ON THE TAGLIST YOU CAN NOT BE AN AGELESS BLOG (i do actually check that) also there first hand full of parts are all prologue so Joel won't actually be in it for a bit

word count: 4000+ (sorry this one wasn't as long, this ep is more about Bill and Frank so there wasn't a whole lot to work with and I wasn't sure what to add either)

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We walked along in a deafening silence for about two hours, no one daring to say anything. We stopped to eat, but none of us seemed to actually have an appetite. It wasn’t until after our short break that someone finally spoke up.

“So how much further do we have to go?” Ellie asked.

“We’ll try to go another hour then finish the trip tomorrow.” Joel said, throwing his bag over his shoulder.

“Get to the river and stay there for the night?” I asked and he only nodded.

He began walking without another word leaving me and Ellie to follow him. Once again, we were thrown into silence. We made it to a clearing beside the river as the sun began to set, making the shadows of the trees around cast us into darkness.

“We’ll stay here.” Joel declared.

“There’s no Infected here, is there?”

“No.” I tried to reassure the younger girl.

“Sometimes.” Joel said gruffly, contradicting what I had just told her.

“Rarely. Joel has only ever come across one way out here. We’re ten miles from the outskirts of the city. We will be safe, I promise. Joel and I will switch off keeping watch throughout the night.” I said.

“I’ll keep watch.” Joel said, leaning against a tree with his back to us.

I walked over to him and gently placed a hand on his shoulder, “Joel, you need to get some rest. You stayed up last night on watch. I can help watch.”

“No, Tess and I kept watch.” He snapped as he corrected me.

I sighed, “Joel, I know you’re hurting, but please don’t take it out on me. I had nothing to do with that. I’m sorry, I really am but we need to keep going. That’s what she wanted.”

“You’ve realized when she got bitten, don’t you?” He asked, looking forward still.

“No…” I hadn’t really thought too much about it.

“I’ve been trying to figure it out this whole time and I think I got it. The only time it could have happened was in that damn museum. And it got me thinkin’... maybe if I wasn’t so focussed on protecting you, then maybe we wouldn’t have gotten separated. Maybe that clicker wouldn’t have gotten her.”

I dropped my hand, “You- You’re not seriously trying to blame me for Tess getting bitten? Are you?”

He didn’t answer my question just turned around and squatted down to get his canteen.

“I am going to go fill my canteen. You and Ellie should probably do so soon or you’ll have to wait until the morning.” He said as I stood there stunned.

After he walked off I walked over to where Ellie was sitting and sat down near her.

“Dude, are you okay?”

I only raised an eyebrow in response to her.

“You look pale… oh please tell me you’re not gonna hurl again.”

I shook my head.

“Wait, what were you two talking about?” She asked realizing this had something to do with the conversation I just had with Joel.

“He’s blaming me.” I said quietly.

“For?” She asked clearly confused.

“Tess.”

“How?! It’s not like you’re the Infected who bit her.”

I just shrugged.

“Do you need to refill your water or can you wait till morning?” I asked wanting to change the subject.

“I can wait.”

I nodded, “Get some rest, we’ll get you to Bill and Franks tomorrow.”

What I didn’t mention though was that I had just made the decision to stay with them as well and let Joel go back to Boston alone.

After a while of trying to find a semi-comfortable, or more so tolerable, position to sleep against the tree I was leaning against I fell asleep. Despite what he had said earlier I had set a two-hour timer on my watch and had gotten up when it started going off, ready to take over watching out for our little group. But when I offered, Joel gave no answer and after a few attempts, I just gave up and walked back over to my spot to go back to sleep.

The next time I woke up, it was just after dawn and Joel was nowhere to be seen. I panicked for a second thinking he just left us, but I knew he would never actually do that, no matter how pissed off he was with me. I figured he probably went off somewhere to go to the bathroom or something so I decided to be productive and go ahead and refill our waters down at the river. I grabbed all three of our canteens and began to walk down to where the water was deeper so I wouldn’t get dirt in them.

When I got there I was surprised to find Joel there. I didn’t say a word or get too close. My plan was to refill the waters and that is what I was going to do.

“You’re up early.” Joel commented upon seeing me.

I only hummed in response.

“Did morning sickness wake you up?” He asked.

“Nope. I feel fine, Joel. Just refilling the water.” I said, closing one of them and grabbing the next.

“Let me get the last one.” He said reaching for it.

“I got it. I don’t need your help.” I snapped.

“Is the girl awake?” He asked after sighing.

“Ellie,” I emphasized her name, “is still asleep.”

He just sighed again before standing up and walking back to where Ellie was at. I finished up filling the last of the canteens before collecting them all and heading back as well.

3rd person PoV

Joel got back to where Ellie was now sitting against a tree, awake. He didn’t say anything to her just went over to his bag to grab a small piece of jerky to eat before they left for Bill and Franks.

“Do you want your jacket back?” Ellie asked, Joel had given it to her to cover up last night.

He shook his “no” before tossing her the pouch of jerky for her to take a piece as well.

“It’s not her fault.” Ellie said after a few beats of silence.

Joel gave her a weird look.

“Yn, she told me you blamed her for what happened to Tess. You can’t blame her for that. I don’t what exactly you two have going on, but you need to figure it out, and that means you need to realize that she didn’t get Tess killed, I get that you’re hurt but you can’t let that keep you from what you know you gotta do. I mean come on, man she’s having a baby, don’t you want to be there for her? For your kid?”

“You’re right, you don’t know what we have goin’ on, so don’t pretend to.” Joel said as he threw his backpack onto his back.

By the time Yn got back the other two had already gotten ready to go.

Yn’s PoV

“You ready for a five-hour hike?” Ellie asked.

“I don’t exactly have a choice do I?” I joked as I handed her her water.

“Let’s get going.” Joel said, taking his from me as well.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Ellie finally broke the silence we had been walking in since we left.

“I thought you said there weren’t any infected out here?” She asked.

“Rarely, why?” I answered her.

“What is he looking out for then?” She asked, referring to Joel.

“People.” He answered for me.

“Oh,” The younger girl nodded, “Are Bill and Frank nice guys?”

I could tell she was just as tired of the silence as I was.

“Frank is.” Joel replied causing me to crack a small smile to myself.

“How’d you get that scar on your head?”

That question made me cringe as I waited to see what Joel would answer. But when he gave no response, Ellie decided to press the matter.

“What? Is it something lame? Did you like fall down the stairs or something?”

“I didn’t fall down any stairs.” Joel snapped.

But that didn’t stop Ellie, “Okay, so what then?... ew don’t tell me y’all were doing some weird sex thing and it went totally wrong.” She said, cringing.

“It wasn’t a sex thing.” I said to her.

“Okay, well if you won’t tell me, I’m sure I can get Yn to. She clearly knows.” Ellied said.

Joel sighed, “Fine, someone shot at me and missed.” He said, which wasn’t a total lie.

“See, that’s cool. You shoot back?” Ellie asked.

“Yeah.”

“You get him?”

“No, I missed too. It happens more often than you think.” Joel said.

At this point, I reached up and gently grabbed Ellie to pull her back in step with me so she wouldn’t ask any more about what had happened.

We continued to walk along the path until we came to an old convenient store gas station on the side of the road. I remembered the palace. It was used to stash supplies on runs.

“Wait here. I gotta grab some stuff I stashed.” Joel said, walking closer to the entrance.

Neither Ellie nor I listened and continued to follow him.

“Why do you have stuff stashed here?” Ellie asked Joel.

“You ask a lot of goddamn questions.” Joel grumbled.

“Yes, yes I do.” Ellied replied causing me to bite back a laugh, “But you didn’t answer the question.”

“We leave supplies on routes so if we’re running low on something, we can-” I began explaining but was cut off.

“No way!” The younger girl exclaimed.

I turned to see what has caught her eye. It was a Mortal Kombat arcade game.

“You ever play this one?” She asked as she messed around with joysticks and buttons on it.

“I never did, but my brothers would sometimes.” I said, stepping up beside her.

“I had a friend who knew everything about this game.” She said.

“Really?”

“Yeah! There’s this one character, Mileena, who takes off her mask and she has monster teeth and then she swallows you whole and barfs out your bones!” She exclaimed.

“Well, that’s a lovely mental image.” I teased before turning around to see what Joel was getting into.

“Do you remember where you put it last time?” I asked genuinely since he seemed a bit confused.

“Yes, give me a minute. I’m just zeroing in on it. It’s been a while.” He said.

I putmy hands up in surrender.

“Well then while you zero in on it, Ellie and are gonna look around.” I said.

“It’s all been picked over already. You know that.” He said.

“You never know.” I said as me and Ellie began to look around.

We came up to an open doorway and she hesitated before looking up at me.

“You think there’s anything bad in there?” She asked.

“Not besides grumpy butt behind us.” I said referring to Joel and his attitude.

That made her laugh before she walked through. We walked into a smaller room that just had more debris on the ground. Ellie kicked a piece of cardboard out of the way to reveal a hatch on the ground. We both eyed each other before squatting down to open it.

We got it open but before we could investigate Joel was calling out to us.

“You two good?”

“Yeah!”

“We’re fine!”

We yelled back. Then we turned back to the opening we had just found. It was pitch black and we couldn’t see anything inside of it.

“How deep do you think it is?” She asked.

I shrugged before grabbing a piece of debris and dropping it in. It quickly hit the ground so it wasn’t too deep.

“I’m going to go down there.” Ellie said, already taking off her bag.

“No, you’re not. I’ll go. You stay here.”

“You have precious cargo. I’ll go. Look I’ll flip that trash can over and give myself an escape route.” She said.

“Joel is going to be pissed if I let you go.” I said.

“Then you didn’t let me. I bluntly ignored you and went anyways. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”

Before I could react she had jumped down into the floor. It was only about a minute later I heard the gasps of an infected.

“Ellie, get out now.” I said quietly but loud enough for her to hear.

“It’s stuck. It’s fine.”

“I don’t care, get the fuck back up here.” I said sternly but she ignored me.

By the time I was able to stand up, drop my bag, get my gun ready, and jump down, Ellie was already crouching in front of it. Sure enough the infected was stuck under rubble. I watched as Ellie stabbed it in the head with her knife.

“Okay, if you’re done playing with that thing, can we go? Joel is going to freak if he finds out you got that close to one.” I said.

She sighed and stood up before walking back over to me. I could hear Joel calling our names as we climbed out using the trashcan. Ellie went first and just as I climbed out Joel stepped into the doorway of the small room.

“What the hell were you two doing down there?” He asked.

“Looking.” I said, before standing up and grabbing my bag.

“Picked over, my ass.” Ellie said as she stepped passed Joel, proudly showing off the box of tampons she had managed to find down there.

“You find the stash?” I asked.

He nodded, “Left the rifle there too. It’s almost out of ammo and I don’t think they’ll have any for it. Practically useless now.” He said.

I nodded.

Then without another word, he turned around to walk out. I followed behind him. Soon we were walking again. The silence took over.

There wasn’t really much to see this far from a QZ. It was now mainly just land. There was an occasional abandoned car or building but other than that it was just nature. It was nice to listen to, but it was also boring. The last time I had walked through here Joel and I were talking the whole time practically now he had barely said anything to me the whole time since we left the QZ.

Up ahead there was a pretty big hill, I remembered it from last time. There was a plane crashed on top of it. I didn’t particularly like looking at it. Although you couldn’t see anything, you just knew everyone died on that plane. It was eerie to see it.

“You ever fly in one of those?” Ellie asked.

“I never did, no.” I said.

“A few times.” Joel said.

“So lucky.” Ellie said in awe.

“Didn’t feel like it at the time. Get shoved into a little seat, pay $12 bucks for a sandwich.” He said.

“Dude, you got to go up in the sky.” Ellie said, cutting him off.

I had to admit that she was right. It was pretty cool. You never see planes like that flying around anywhere anymore.

“Yeah, well so did they.” Joel said, nodding to the crash, before truing and walking down the path.

“Way to be an ass about it.” I mumbled.

As we continued walking, Ellie continued to ask questions. I answered when I could and listened when Joel would speak.

“So, everything came crashing down in a single day?” The young girl asked.

“Pretty much.”

“Basically.”

Joel and I said at the same time.

“How? I mean no one was infected with Cordyceps, everybody’s fine, eating in restaurants and flying in planes. And then all at once? How did it even start? You have to get bit to be infected, then who bit the first person? Was it a monkey? I bet it was a monkey.”

Her last comment made me laugh a little.

“It wasn’t a monkey. I thought you went to school.” Joel said

“FEDRA school. They don’t teach us how their shitty government failed to prevent a pandemic.” She explained.

“To answer your question, no really knows. There are theories but no one knows with 100% certainty that it came from this or that.” I explained.

“The best guess is that the Cordyceps mutated,” Joel began, “Then some of it got into the food supply. Probably a basic ingredient like flour or sugar. There were certain brands of food that were sold everywhere, all across the country, across the world. Bread, cereal,... pancake mix…”

I caught the way his face dropped at the mention of that last one.

“You eat enough of it, it’ll get you infected. So the tainted food all hits the store shelves, around the same time Thursday. People bought it, ate some Thursday night or Friday morning. Day goes on… they started to get sick. Afternoon, evening, they got worse. Then they started bitin’.”

“By that night, everything had fallen to shit.” I added as the memories came flooding back.

Joel nodded before continuing, “Friday night, September 26th, 2003. By Monday everything was gone.”

I wiped the few tears that had slipped out off my cheeks as we continued to walk.

“Makes a lot more sense than monkeys, I guess…” Ellied said, clearly unsure of what to say to all the information she just received.

We continued to walk and I knew what was coming up.

“We’ll cut across the woods here.” Joel said painting to the tree line.

“Why? Isn’t the road easier?” Ellied questioned.

“Yeah, it’s just… there’s stuff up there you shouldn’t see.” Joel said.

“Well, now I have to see.” She countered.

“I don’t want you to.”

“Too bad let’s go.” She said walking out ahead of us.

“Ellie!” Joel called to get her to stop.

“Joel, just let her. She’ll have to learn at some point.” I said gently grabbing his arm only for him to pull it away from me as he followed Ellie down the path.

She was a few yards ahead of us as we walked along quietly. I kept my eyes glued straight ahead not wanting to see what was coming up beside us.

“Well, whatever it is, I think it’s gone!” Ellied called back to us. She stopped short and turned to her side to see what was in the ditch there. The pit was filled with human bones. Ellie turned to us for answers.

“About a week after Outbreak Day, soldiers went through the country sides, evacuated small towns. Told you you were goin’ to a QZ and you were… if there was room. If there wasn’t.”

This time I was the one to walk away without a word. I walked down the path trying to get away from the sight before us. Although I wasn’t from a super small town, my town wasn’t huge. I couldn’t help but think about if we hadn’t of ran that night would me and my family met the same fate as all of them.

The rest of the walk was spent lost in my own thoughts. Finally, what snapped me out of it was seeing the fence to Bill and Frank’s appear in the distance. I smiled knowing I would be able to sit down and rest my feet soon. When we got to the gate, Joel punched in the code and it unlocked for us. We walked down the road and up to their house. The first thing I noticed was the flowers out front were wilting, Frank would never let that happen.

It was quiet… too quiet. Joel called out both of their names but there was no reply. My heart began to race.

“Wait here Ellie.” I said as Joel and I both went to look for them.

As we walked around I knew what was going on. There was a thick layer of dust covering everything, food in the kitchen was rotting, their garden was being overrun with weeds.

“Joel…” I said, voice cracking.

He turned to me and shook his head, “No. They are here somewhere. Let’s just check their room.” He said, stepping away to try their bedroom door. It was locked.

“Joel… look around, they’re not here. They haven’t been for a while.” Saying it out loud made my heart break.

Before any of us could say anything we heard something at the front of the house. We both rushed up there to find Ellie sitting at a chair reading a letter.

“It’s from Bill.” She said, grabbing the envelope and reading off who it was addressed to, “To whomever… but probably Joel.”

Joel took the letter and scanned over it. I watched anxiously as Joel read the letter. His face was unreadable. He didn’t say a word when he was finished, he just held it out for me to take.

My eyes scanned over the words over and over as if they would somehow magically change. They didn’t. Bill and Frank were gone. I let that set in and read the rest of the letter. The was a “P.S.” at the very bottom.

“I know you know where the keys to my truck are. Take it.”

I laughed sadly as I read it causing Joel to give me a weird look.

“He wants us to take the truck.” I said showing him what I was talking about in the letter.

I saw the faintest of smiles appear on his face. But just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone, and so was he. He turned on his heel and walked out of the house. I sighed and dropped my head.

“Hey, why don’t I walk you down to the old shops, there might be some salvageable clothes down there. We can grab some, bring them here, wash them, take a shower and get cleaned up before Joel and I figure out the next move.”

“Yeah, sure.” Ellie said.

“Alright, come on.” I said as I stood.

We walked out of the house and I could see Joel just standing at the edge of the yard, thinking. I let him be. He needed time to process, the least I could do was give that to him. It didn’t take long to get down there. Frank had fixed them up pretty damn well and there was actually a decent amount of stuff left behind. I told Ellie to pick out two sets of clothes to bring with us as I did the same. I tried to find leggings that would stretch hopefully once I began showing as well as shirts that would be big on me. Hopefully, we’d be done traveling before it got too bitter cold out. I also grabbed a handful of clothes for Joel to look through as well.

“You were gonna stay too, weren’t you?” Ellie asked, suddenly appearing beside me causing me to jump slightly.

I sighed, “Yeah. For the baby. It would’ve just been easier.” I admitted.

She nodded, “I think he’ll come around eventually.”

I gave her a grateful smile, “Are you ready to head back?” I asked.

“Almost, I wanted to show you something I found, just in case you wanted any of it. Come on.” She said, turning and walking away to a different area.

She led me over to a cardboard box. I gave her a weird look but opened it. Inside there little baby onesies. I felt my eyes begin to water a little. This was really happening, I was going to have a baby.

“Shit, you okay?” Ellie asked clearly worried she had done something to upset me.

“Yeah, I’m fine… it’s just kinda hitting me that I am having a baby… like there’s going to be a small human here in a few months… that’s insane.” I laughed, “You pick out 3, I’ll pick out 3, they’re small enough to fold down pretty small in my bag.” I said.

Ellie nodded excitedly. We both stuck to fairly neutral ones. Once we had those we gathered up everything and walked back to the house. When we got there Joel was sitting at the table, letter in one hand and a glass of some type of alcohol on the table beside him.

“What’s all that?” He asked upon seeing our small haul.

“Extra clothes. I am going to wash them, then I figured we could shower, regroup and figure out our game plan.” I said.

“Sure.” He gruffed, reaching for the glass.

“Let me go start these, then I’ll show you where the bathroom is.” I said to Ellie.

Once Ellie was in the shower I went back to where Joel was.

“I grabbed a few things that I thought might fit you as well.” I said as I took a seat beside him.

He nodded.

“What do we do with the kid now?” Joel asked.

“We take her with us.”

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askbensolo · 6 months ago

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Hey Ben!

I first found your blog when i was 13 years old and i just turned 18! I’ve been watching (or rather reading) as you’ve grown, and I’d like to say that you seem to have turned out to be a pretty great person. Even though I hadn’t faced the same challenges as you, it was really comforting to know that i was not alone with personal struggles, and just how hard growing up is. Thank you for being you and sharing that with so many people! I head off to university when my planet transitions to fall, and since you’re out of school now do you have and recommendations for college/university? It seems like such a daunting change, but you seemed to have handled it well. (I mean you did graduate so that’s a pretty big success!) Again I’m super proud of you!

-P.S.

Im glad that you’re getting back in contact with Fannie! You should totally invite her on a day out (go to a park, hang out in a market, etc.) I think those are great ways to better connect with someone if they feel a little distant. (plus that could be a perfect opportunity to ask her if she would like to move in with you)!

Thanks! Stay Awesome Ben!

Hey anon! Congrats on becoming an adult! It’s okay if you don’t feel like one yet, haha—Force knows I didn’t when I was eighteen. I’m glad I could share my growing-up experiences with you and everyone! And I'm glad you think I'm a decent guy. I try. Well, usually.

Congrats on getting into university! Oh, what? You're asking me for advice? Well, yeah, I guess I did graduate, heh. Sure, I'll give it a go.

Don’t freak out about not knowing how to do stuff—like not knowing how to buy groceries, or sign a lease, or navigate local speeder lanes, or apply for a job, or any of that. I used to not know how to do any of that. I was freaked out. But somehow, I learned. And now it’s no big deal. Older students and the holonet are your friends when it comes to figuring that stuff out!

For the love of the Force: take care of yourself. Whoever was taking care of you when you were a kid isn’t there anymore. The seven-year-old in you is gonna think that means you can eat ice cream for dinner and stay up till 2am every night. Don’t. Do. That. You’re gonna need to be your own mom now. Or, you can pretend my mom, the OG Space Mom™, lives in your head and lovingly judges your life choices.

Question the things you’ve been taught. And when professors tell you to question the things you’ve been taught, question their questioning too. But don't question things forever. You need to decide what you believe about things, 'cause otherwise someone else is gonna decide for you.

You don't have to choose certain classes (or even an entire major!) just because they line up with your interests. For example—I tried taking a poetry class. Hated it. I didn't like having my creativity cramped by assignments, and I didn't learn anything I didn't already know or couldn't learn on my own.

Don’t feel pressured to date in college. I didn't date anyone (yeah, I know, you're so surprised). Sometimes I felt like I was being left behind, 'cause I saw so many of my friends get into relationships...but, I saw some nasty breakups, too. Things happen when (and if!) they're meant to happen, so there's no need to stress about it. You know?

Try new stuff! Yeah, it sounds cliche. But I let my roommate drag me to the gym when I was a squishy noodly boi, and now lifting's my thing. You never know what you might be into!

Always keep the big picture in mind. Sure, it may feel like the end of the galaxy when you flunk an exam or fail a class. But do you really think you’re gonna care about that when you’re like, fifty? Nah bro. Keep it chill. And sometimes that even means dropping out of a minor or an honors program, if you look into the future and realize it won't really make a difference.

Don't do deathsticks. If anyone offers you deathsticks tell them to go home and rethink their life.

That's all the advice I can currently think of, though I'm always happy to share more from my infinite (not really) stores of wisdom! And thanks for your advice, too—those totally sound like things Fannie would be into.

Thanks for reaching out! You're gonna do great at college, little buddy!

#askbensolo #written #:') hiii #thank you for saying hi! i'm glad you've enjoyed this blog!

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oddballwriter · 2 years ago

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I’m gonna be hella specific because that req about an s/o with piercings and tattoos gave me a smutty-ish prompt idea!!!!!! The EMH and MH peeps with an s/o who has a split tongue and bonus points for a tongue piercing on both sides. Maybe some giving head with them prompts because I am very smut deprived also I loveeee your writing and stories they’re amazing and inspired me to write more! 🖤

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🔞NO PEOPLE BELOW 18+ OR AGELESS BEYOND CUT OFF🔞

Warnings: HABIT is here, mentions of body mods, and slightly detailed talk of reader giving oral (If I'm missing anything do not hesitate to tell me)

Author’s Snip: First off, when I was writing that I just knew someone was gonna request smut/nsfw content based off of it, not judging just saying lol. Also, I'm very glad that I've inspired you to write your own content and I wish you that very best :0))

Notes: I wrote the same characters as the characters requested in the piercings and tattoo request. I hope no one minds (edit, my bad I mixed up the bath and tattoo request sorry). Also, I mean it when I say minors AND agless blogs will be blocked.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

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Marble Hornets

Tim

Just in general, like in the not horny way, the fact that your tongue is split freaks him out for a second but he gets used to it pretty quick

He would never admit it but when you do regular tricks with it, like showing how mobile they are or hold something with them, his mind does become a bit dirty for a moment

It's not a thing that turns him on per say but he does like to think about what it would feel like if you gave him head

He's honestly a bit scared when the time comes just because the whole split tongue thing still freaks him out even though he knows nothing is really gonna happen

He lowkey loses it a bit when you're giving head and using the tongues

How can he not you basically have two fucking tongues

Will hesitantly ask you to use the tongues whenever you give head because he doesn't want you to know how much he likes it

But obviously you're gonna catch on and now you stick out you're tongues when no one is looking just to tease him

Brian

I'm gonna be honest when in private and the time is right, I believe Brian has no shame asking for a blowy with tongue

He wants to know what it feels like to get a blow job from someone with two tongues, it's not everyday that your partner has a body mod that gives them two tongues

He has an idea that it feels great but how is he gonna know if he doesn't try it. That how he defends the suggestion

And you know what I feel like with him, he's into it

I feel like he enjoys it in just about everything

Alex

I'm gonna be honest he also gets freaked out about your split tongue just in general and gets even more freaked out at the idea of what it would feel like on his dick

If you offer to give him head he'll actually refuse because the idea weirds him out

At some point though, his brain wonders and he starts thinking about what it would feel like

Maybe at some point you got the hint that he will always say no because he doesn't like the idea of getting head, so you just sorta stopped asking/trying to initiate it

So when he starts to start it up or even ask when in private, you're a bit shocked, but you figure that he's decided to at least give it a shot

And the verdict is that, yeah sure. It felt like what he thought it would feel like and at least now that he's done it he won't be weirded out anymore

EveryManHYBRID

Evan

I've said it before but Evan's lowkey (it's not really that lowkey) a freak

So once you get your tongue split and it heals properly, or maybe this man even waits till you know how to have dexterity with the two tongues, he throws hints that he wants to see what head from a split tongue is like

To say he enjoyed himself is an understatement

I have a bit of hc that Evan isn't afraid to make noise during sex or any other sexual acts unless it's part of the fun in it

But he might have made some slutty ass noises when he was getting head from you

This part isn't really nsfw but when you guys are making out (with tongue) he gets a little bit too excited about you using both your tongues

Evan is lowkey a slut and a good portion of the fandom agrees

HABIT

Speaking of sluts

Man, HABIT is not subtle at all that he wants you to give him head once he finds out about you splitting your tongue

He literally just says "How about we give those two some good use, yeah?"

He has no shame truly, and we aren't surprise

Never try to tease him by sticking you tongues at him, he will stop what he's doing to get some

So do that only when you want to be giving head

#everymanhybrid #slenderverse #marble hornets #mh alex kralie #mh brian thomas #mh tim wright #emh evan #emh habit #evan myers #everymanhybrid x reader #slenderverse x reader #marble hornets x reader #emh evan x reader #emh habit x reader #mh tim x reader #mh brian x reader #mh alex x reader

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scarlettjade420 · 7 months ago

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Pt. 2

for pt one go to here to see my previous blog with the first part. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I start my walk towards my new school, walking for almost an hour to get there. I used to go to a school closer to me, but it was shut down due to poor funding and the fact that the building and staff were of poor quality.

Soon enough I'm almost there to my new hell hole for this year. Yippy. I make my way in, grab my schedule and locker code and go to try to find my locker. “In my first class I had English. Everyone in there was so loud and always talking. But everyone, including the teacher, Mrs. Wilson, they were all nice. So I guess it wasn’t too bad. The second class was history, which was similar to English in that it was loud. Not so similar in the niceness factor. But at least they left me alone. Following that was band class, that class was fine, nothing much to say on it. Following that, Biology, which had people similar to english. Then was Theater class, then Art class. Both of those were fine, people left me alone and the teachers were chill. Then, finally I had health and math. Those both sucked.” I said, telling Kai about my day and about school once I got home for the day. “It felt like the day was never gonna end” I joke, earning a laugh from Kai.

“Do you get lockers?” I nod. “Lucky, that stopped giving us any lockers in middle school!” Kai says dramatically, acting like an angry toddler. We both laugh and continue making banter and jokes about school. I think my sibling is probably the only one in my family I can get along with; they're the only one who doesn’t try and hate me for having power. We’re both the black sheep of the family, just for them it’s because of their identity. Kai’s an 8th grader still, only a couple years behind me.

The following day repeats. I wake up, get coffee, talk to kai. Go to my room, get ready, go to school. English, History, Band, Biology, Theater, Art, Health, Math. i'm going home. Finally, As I walk home I pass by Kai’s school from the other side of the street and stop as I wait about 10 minutes till I hear the bell. As they walked out from the building, I watched them walk in a hurry even before seeing me. Something’s wrong. Once their across the street they instantly give me the biggest of hugs. I stand their, holding them, trying to calm them before we got home.

The following day starts repeating, except, this time someone comes up to..talk to me? I was in history class, I sat on the ground against a wall. I looked up as a figure, not much taller than I would be, standing next to me. They had medium length hair dyed purple and black that was put up in a half-up-half-down look. They wore a band t-shirt, tucked into some skint=y jeans with a flannel over top. They had accessories as well with jewelry like chokers, bracelets, rings, belts and belt chains, ect. As i notised them standing next to me, they introduced themselves.

“Hi! I’m Alex, he/him” he said with a googy grin and an abnormal amount of energy I could only dream of having at 10 in the morning. “Onyx, he/they. Did you need something-?” “Noo just wanted to talk to you.” “Talk to me?” “Talk to you.” I gave him a confused look, but he seemed confused by my confused look. “Why?” I ask.“Why not? You seem interesting. May i sit next to you” I shrug “um, sure.” with that, he sat is bag down and sat next to me with his back to the wall. “Sooo what’cha dooooin” he said, dragging out his words. I think he’s trying to just be silly. “The homework he assigned” “WAIT, there was homework??? We just started school two days ago!” “yeah..he just assigned it 10 minutes ago?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

let me know what you think of this so far! oe leave any suggestions/constructive criticism. also let me know if you have any suggestions of what to name this story.

#art #artists on tumblr #art tag #writers and poets #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #writerscommunity #story #original story #stories

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life-on-the-dl · 1 year ago

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This is a blog that I want to use to explore and detail my experience as a man on the Down Low or “DL,” which is how I will refer to I from the is point. For someone not familiar with this I’ll cover some F.A.Qs so as they come up throughout this blog you can refer back to them.

What is on the DL, as copied from Wikipedia, Down-low is an African-American slang term specifically used within the African-American community that typically refers to a sexual subculture of Black men who usually identify as heterosexual but actively seek sexual encounters and relations with other men, practice gay cruising, and frequently adopt a specific hip-hop attire during these activities. They generally avoid disclosing their same-sex sexual activities, even if they have female sexual partner(s), they are married to a woman, or they are single. The term is also used to refer to a related sexual identity. Down-low has been viewed as "a type of impression management that some of the informants use to present themselves in a manner that is consistent with perceived norms about masculine attribute, attitudes, and behavior".

That is pretty much it though I don’t adopt a specific hip-hop attire and don’t know of anyone that does but that’s the gist of it. I have been on the DL since 1996 when I was a senior in high school, at least that is the timeframe of my first experience though I could argue that I really didn’t embrace that lifestyle till the 2000s when I decided that I wanted to have an encounter with a man. Truthfully I did not even know about being on the DL till well past my first few experiences, I stumbled across it and the definition of it related to me. Though at the time it was a strong belief of those not in that lifestyle that any man who participates in that is considered gay. This was a time where men starting to identify as bisexual but even those men were still categorized as being gay or just confused gay men. I did not want that label and felt like keeping my experiences secret was my best choice. I had considered myself bi-curious to give myself a definition of where I stood but kept that to myself or communicated that when seeking someone to have a shared experience with. On some level I do regret it because the caution I took in doing so kept me from fully embracing experiences. The internal struggle I faced after hookups delayed me from figuring out who I am while I denied who I was if that makes sense. When the majority of society is screaming this point of view that you don’t agree with you hesitate to be brave enough to step out of the societal norms out of fear of facing those labels and repercussions. I did not want my family or friends to know and feared what would happen if they found out, though my sexual life is no one’s business we all tend to make it ours as a society. Additionally, I will often talk about masculinity and femininity. The conflicts of sexual acts that are considered feminine but as a masculine man doing can confuse you. I think as a young man that was a difficult path to navigate but as a middle age man I can tell that one does not mean the other. I’ll try to limit my rambles in this blog, as much as I’m gonna share in hopes of being relatable to others like me, this is also therapeutic on some level for me as I continue to navigate that lifestyle. I hope you join me on the trip.

#down low #biseuxal #gay black #black bisexual #black top #black bottom #lgbtq

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anonymus-enby · 1 year ago

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This is me! (and what my blog will be about) LGBTQ+ , mental health

TW: mental health issues (sh and other things)

Hello my fellow queers and allies!

Today i’m starting this blog where it will mostly be about (my personal) mental health issues and of course about queer things.

As my name suggests I’d like to remain Anonymous (even though I’m not sure if anybody sees this anyways). Still, I’d like to introduce myself as much as I can. You can call me Anonymus :) I am in my 20s, living in Germany (for everybody wondering, I can express myself better in English) so if I’ll make grammatical or other mistakes, you can just ignore that (or teach me how to do it better xD). I am (obviously) an enby, meaning a non-binary person and my pronouns are they/them. I started to realize that when I was about 15 years old. Also, staying with the queer topic, I would describe myself as pansexual but I’m not eager to have to put a label to my sexuality especially since I’m currently still trying to figure things out (about if I might be on the aroace spectrum). Mentally, I’m struggling sometimes. Or all the time- and I’m just used to it. I don’t know. I am not in therapy yet since it’s really hard (yes, even if you live in Germany) to find someone you can go to. I don’t really like to self-diagnose but one thing that I am pretty sure about that I have is social anxiety. More and more I also believe I might have ADHD. I also self-harmed for some time but I am clean for almost half a year now. I always wondered where these signs of trauma came from since ‘my childhood wasn’t that bad’. But there’s plenty of time to unpack all of it here.

Like I said in the beginning, I will be talking about mental health issues as well (often also in combination with the struggle of being a queer person). These struggles are very personal, hence the anonymity. This blog is for me to get my thoughts out but also, if anybody is reading this, for people to relate to and not feel so alone with their struggles because I certainly still do feel like that. Also I want to mention that I’m not a licensed doctor of some sorts. So I can not guarantee that my blog is 100% gonna help. If you need help, please talk to someone you can trust. It doesn’t have to be a therapist immediately- which can be a really draining process to get there. I know everyone always says the same thing and I am also not a good example of my own advice. But maybe you just needed the millionth reminder to do it. And here it is!

Wow, this is longer than I thought it would be. I usually wanted to write about a specific problem but I guess my first ever post on Tumblr will be this one :) maybe I’ll immediately write about that topic now and upload it after this one. I have no idea if I am doing all of this right, but this blog should also be something that is for me and therefore I shouldn’t really care so much. Till next time!

Anonymus!

#lgbtq #enby #mentalhealth #blog #personalblog

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sugilite-stories · 2 years ago

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Only Scratched the Surface | Part 3

The first part was posted on my other blog which you can find here and on AO3 here

Last Chapter

Now, on with the show.

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Summary: We begin weaving into the canon narrative.

It only took a few hours for the duo to meet up against the house to shuffle through the information provided on Izuku Midoryia… and all of two minutes to become incredibly concerned for the boy’s livelihood.

“Kara wasn’t kidding when she said we have to start looking after this kid.” Varen sighed, slapping the medical files onto the table. “Boy’s been used as a practice dummy for just about everyone in his schools. It’s a wonder he hasn’t turned violent yet as it is.”

“Indeed. Lucky for us he’s a good kid,” Todd said while pulling out a little whiteboard. “all turns well he’ll let us talk. He may not listen, but he won’t try anything rash against us.” Pulling out a marker the boy started writing, Varen looked at him with a smirk.

“Thought we were just here to explain our world to the kid Mr. Second-in-Command.”

“That’s the main goal, yes.” Todd confirmed, not turning away from the writing on the board. “That being said, we both know that Kara wouldn’t stand for the things that are happening around that boy when it comes to the hardships put upon him by his peers and the adults around him.”

“So the endgame is teaching Midoryia about the supernatural in a way that he treats them as living creatures, but we’re not gonna turn away from the other issues that surround him.” The golden eyed girl stood up, grabbed her own marker, and began writing as well. “From what we can see there are also the issues of blatant discrimination and illegal quirk usage, and that’s just what’s around this boy. There’s also the case of multiple people with more active quirks going missing and turning up quirkless if they’re lucky and never being found if not.”

“There’s also the Meta Liberation Front that Mallory has been keeping tabs on for a while. They may be quiet at the moment, but they’re planting seeds.” Todd capped his marker and stepped away from the board, crossing his arms. “At this point I’m willing to bet that Aldera is a part of it. Looking at their records they started skewing everything and going against multiple laws about seven or eight years ago. Matches up with the earlier information Mallory has found.”

Varen took a step away from the board as well, pressing a fist to her upper lip. “So that means eight or so years of kids being taught, more and more obviously, MLF concepts with no one really teaching them differently besides their parents if lucky. About 6 years of graduates that spent 3 years each being taught those things and two shorter years. Depending on how good the high school was those kids either; A: taught the truth, B: expelled for the belief, or C: kept the teachings hidden till out of school and lived by them after. Only one of those ideas is good, and I don’t think that happened for many of them.”

“Indeed, most people don’t like to admit it, but when it comes to quirks a lot of people share an underlying few of them.” Todd sighed before sitting back down. “And unless Mallory kicks into high drive we won’t know how many other schools are the same. Even then, the information we have isn’t exactly legal. We’d have to figure out a way backwards to make it so.”

“So we focus on Midoryia and figure out the rest in our free time. Maybe we’ll find people that can assist through that.” The girl stretched her arms above her head. “That being said i’ma try to find him. Classes should be letting out soon and I wanna do as much as I can before the jet lag kicks in hard.”

Todd nodded. “Go. I’ll be here doing my thing.”

Varen jogged out the door to the nearest fire escape and crawled up to the roof, taking off at a leisurely pace from building to building. ‘Think these buildings are even closer than they are in Jersey. Makes jumping easier, but it’s a bit harder to see what’s going on below.’

After a few minutes she heard a commotion and started towards it. Finding a green blob absorbing a kid.

Varen had to look again to make sure she was correct and shit that was their kid!

‘Can’t use flame I don’t know without doubt where the kid is I’ll have to go head on.’ She repositioned herself to jump, leaping over the side only to flip around and grab the wall on the opposite side as a hulking mass of being made it to him first. ‘Of course OF COURSE the number one meathead shows up just as I’m jumping. Of course it wouldn’t be that easy for me to meet the kid.’

A gust of air helped push her back up onto the edge where she sat to observe. The girl had to grind her teeth almost to the point of cracking when she watched the man do what she was hoping was a light session of slaps to the, clearly oxygen deprived, teen till he woke up. A small conversation took place before they both disappeared.

Varen blinked and started scrambling to her feet. ‘What the FUCK!’ Her head snapped to the sky and found a blob moving away and fast. ‘Leisure jumping over now I guess.’ She took off at a sprint after the shapes.

It took a while, but she made it to the rooftop the two landed on. Landing behind the stairwell box she tried her hardest to catch her breath before the two could hear the panting. Peeking around the tiny wall she saw the boy with a man who honestly looked like someone had sucked his innards out and threw him in one of the tornado simulators.

“It’s okay to dream, but you have to make sure they’re realistic.” The scrawny guy said, making his way towards the stairwell, unaware of the girl behind them.”Go towards the police or the fire department. I’m sorry my boy, but I don’t believe someone without a quirk can be a hero.” Everything went silent as the door to the stairwell closed and the footsteps became quiet.

‘Ouch. Poor kid.’ Varen looked to the boy, saw the broken and empty stare she had seen far too many times in her days with the Vipers. ‘Now or never, I guess.’ With a breath, she stepped out from behind the box.

“Well that chain of events kind of sucked.” Izuku screamed at the new voice, eyes shooting up to see a woman with black hair and gold eyes wincing with her hands in her pockets. “Sorry, I didn't expect you to jump that high. My bad. Normally people just flinch a little bit, though normally I’m a bit quieter than full volume.”

“You heard all of that!” Izuku started to panic. ‘If she heard all of it then she heard All Might’s secret and that really bad if his secret gets out because of me that---’

“Kid, breathe! You’re doing a lot of talking and not a lot of breathing. You were almost suffocated earlier, breathing is kind of important right now.” The boy looked up at her. “How did you know that?”

“Well,” The woman started to scratch her arm. “I was on a building not too far away from where that happened. I heard the struggle and started over. Was coming to help when he showed up and had to turn back.” She showed her palms to him, and he noted the scrapes from grabbing a wall. “Dug up my hands pretty bad doing that. I know better than backing out when I commit to a jump like that.” She laughed awkwardly.

“You followed us here?”

“Wanted to make sure you were okay. The meathead didn’t exactly follow procedure. Even someone with my profession has certain steps I have to take otherwise I just feel wrong, ya know?”

Izuku started defending only to be silenced by the girl’s raised hand. “Kid, you were unconscious due to lack of oxygen. He had no way to know for how long, or how much of that guy got into you to mess with your internal systems. Even if that wasn’t the case I’m glad I followed to make sure you were okay. He left you unattended on a roof after multiple bombshells after all. That’s not exactly responsible.”

Izuku continued to stand in silence, looking at his shoes as another pair came into view. “I haven’t introduced myself yet have I? My name's Varen Black, it’s a pleasure to meet you kid.”

“Izuku Midoryia.”

“Which of those would you like me to refer to you as?” He looked up at her, noting the uncomfortable grimace. “I’m from America. Not completely used to naming rules here yet.”

“Izuku’s fine Miss Black.”

“Varen. Please call me Varen. Miss Black just sounds wrong.” She said with a chuckle, earning a nod from the boy. “I know we just met and all, but I’m here if you want a soundboard. One quirkless to another and all that.”

Izuku snapped to attention “Wait you're quirkless? But you said you followed us here! And you got here within a few minutes!”

“Freerunning has been around longer than quirks. You don’t need one to do it, though it does make it easier. Lot of things are like that.” Varen took off towards the stairwell, jumping onto the roof of it with little effort before turning around and holding out a hand. “All you need is motivation and practice.”

Izuku stood there for a moment before running at the wall himself; not quite making it to the top as the woman did, but making it close enough that she grabbed his hand and pulled him the rest of the way. “And maybe a helping hand when it becomes too much for one person to complete.” She said with a laugh.

Varen hopped back down off the stairwell, turning to the boy. “Jumping down is always more tricky than jumping up. You have to make sure the momentum has somewhere to go. That’s why rolls are common. If you feel like ya need to roll just don’t do it down your spine. That hurts like hell and I don’t think those burns will appreciate it much.”

“How-”

“Kid, your uniform is covered in scorch marks. Two and two make four.”

Izuku winced, remembering the events that happened earlier in the day, but shook it off and pushed off the small box with few issues.

“Not bad for a first timer with no momentum behind him.” Varen stated with a grin. “You can go far with that alone, though that’s just the tip of the iceberg for you, Izuku Midoryia.”

“What do you mean?”

“I came from America for a reason, and that reason is you.” Varen began with a level of calm Izuku felt shouldn't be possible for someone as young as she was. “There’s more to this world than meets the eye, and I hate to break it to you, but you’re a cornerstone for it.” She walked over to the building’s edge and sat down, Izuku following suit. “I won’t go into the whole story as it’s a lot to digest and you have a lot to think on already, but I will leave you with two things. One is that quirks did not come from nothing. People have their thoughts and their theories, but we know the truth. Quirks are a mutation of something that already existed.”

“And I’m a part of that?”

Varen nodded. “Yes. There are some people who are truly powerless and there’s nothing wrong with that, but there are people like you and I who are classified by the world as powerless even though it is simply not true.”

The gold eyed girl picked up Izuku's notebook from the ground and flipped to the back page before beginning to write as the boy mulled over her words. “And the second thing?”

Varen handed him his notebook back. “Look into the things I’ve written down on the back page there. Sorry for using your book to write them by the way. I didn't exactly think I’d run into you so fast after arriving here. Look into them and send a message to the number at the bottom if you wanna learn more in the future.”

Izuku nodded and Varen stood back up, holding a hand to the boy. “With that said let’s get off this roof huh?”

He nodded, taking the hand as flames appeared around them. The boy yelped and jumped towards Varen, who laughed softly as the flames died down. Izuku opened his eyes to the shock of the alley behind the building.

“There we go, nice and safe on the ground.”

“What just happened?”

“I told you, didn't I? Just because you’re quirkless doesn’t mean you’re powerless.” Varen began walking away. “Look into the things I listed out and think it over for a bit. I'll be around town somewhere till then.” She turned around at the mouth of the alley. “Until we meet again, kid.”

Izuku could only wave as she walked away, taking a minute to digest the new information as she walked away. When he was finally able to move he ran to the main road and looked around for the woman to no avail. With a sigh he started the trek home.

At about the halfway mark he saw a group gathered for a villain attack and joined to see what it was about, only to see that it was the being from earlier that tried to kill him.

And it had Kachan.

No thought beyond ‘help him’ crossed the green boy's mind as he took off towards the villain, throwing his backpack at the beings eye and digging into the sludge around the blonde. Much to the latters irritation.

“What are you doing Deku! I don’t need your help!”

“I know, but my body moved before I could think! I couldn’t just let you die here!”

‘I need to get space around Kachan to break the grip. Sludge is acting like a suction cup, unless I can break the seal I’m not going to make headway!’

The wind was picking up around the three beings. Izuku could feel it. He could feel the way it bent and turned around the buildings on either side of him. How it fluctuates between warm and cool pockets.

How it ran along the edge of where the sludge ended and Kachan began. How it weaseled its way between the two to allow enough air between the two beings to break the seal and pull the boy out. Just in time for All Might to emerge once again and punch the villain into the stratosphere, changing the weather around them all.

Kachan was pulled away to the medics as Izuku was surrounded by heroes who berated him for running into the fight. Izuku didn’t hear what they were saying though as he started off into the crowd, locking eyes with a certain gold eyed woman who stood next to a man with white hair and sea glass green eyes. Both nodded to him with smiles before walking away.

“Are you even listening to us, boy?” Izuku snapped his attention to the hero talking to him, Death Arms to be exact. Izuku’s eyes narrowed at the hero.

“I hear you loud and clear.” His voice was low, cold. Something snapped into clarity for the boy as he stood up and looked Death Arms in the eye, paying no mind to Kamui Woods next to him. “I hear that you would rather let a kid die than allow another kid to save him. I hear someone who decided that the conditions weren’t optimal for his success, so he decided to sit twiddling his thumbs on the sideline.”

Death Arms stood shocked, staring at the boy who’s gaze had sharpened in a second flat. Izuku continued. “Kamui Woods standing to the side I get. Kachan has an explosive, fire adjacent quirk that he was using with reckless abandon, he wouldn’t have been able to get close enough to help. After all this is, what, his third day on the job since his debut? That makes sense and was most likely the best call he could have made. You have been in the field long enough to know better.”

Izuku then walked away, leaving the two heroes in silent shock, and started towards home. Only to be stopped by the same loud blonde.

“Deku! Don’t think for a second that you’re above me because of this! I would have been fine without your interference!”

‘You would have died without my help, but go off I guess. It’s what you’re good at after all.’ He wanted to voice the thought out loud, but the stinging pain in his shoulder made him reconsider the option and stood silent as Kachan finished his rant and walked away.

Izuku took a breath before walking again, only to be stopped another block down by the smaller version of All Might. ‘I just want to go home for God Sakes!’

“My boy, I have to apologize for what I told you earlier.” The older man started. “The things I said were uncalled for and without proper thought. What I saw earlier with that other boy was something I have not seen in a long time, and I do believe you can become a hero.”

Izuku began to cry, in part from the words spoken and part from just the continuous stress during the last not even two hours of his life. The man walked over and rested a hand on his head until Izuku lifted it to face him.

“A lot has happened to you today, young Midoryia, take the weekend to think things over and clear your thoughts. If you still want to be a hero I will be at Dagobah Beach come Monday at 9AM. Come see me there, I will help you achieve your goal.”

Izuku nodded and the scrawny man walked away, leaving the boy to his thoughts as he walked home.

Entering the house he greeted his mom, informing her on the morning’s villain attack and conveniently leaving out the afternoon's events as they ate dinner. After helping her clean up he went to his room and sat at his computer opening the search engine, his notebook to the last page where the research points were left for him, and a fresh notebook to begin the task.

~~THINGS TO LOOK UP FOR THE POSSIBLE FUTURE~~ -Alchemy -Witchcraft -Chemistry -Supernatural creatures and things ← not as important as the above but a baseline in nice to have -Ruby Vipers, New Jersey ← That’s us hi! Also not as important just thought the info would be nice to have (***) *** **** ← me Good Luck! :) VB/M

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#my hero academia #mha #original character #varen black #todd white

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pantoneyoongi · 3 years ago

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till the night is over [masterlist]

title ; till the night is over [ drabble series ] pairing ; jungkook x you, taehyung x you tags ; jungkook is an asshole like the entire time i’m sorry, taehyung is like probably incredibly unrealistic, angst, a lot of angst, mentions of mental illness, infidelity, unrequited love, first love, high school!au, college!au, toxic friendships word count ; 55.4k

description ; jungkook isn’t good for you. you know this. but even if your mind knows, your heart hasn’t quite figured it out yet.

notes ; i thought a million times how to format this story - whether by chapter, or as a one-shot, i don’t know. in the end, i settled on doing drabbles whenever i feel like it, so not sure how cohesively this will come together, and for sure it will be written entirely out of order. i’ll try and put them in the order that i think works best as i write them.. i admit this one’s deeply personal to me - and therefore, probably incredibly indulgent as well. but i guess we’ll see how it goes!

blog tag ; series: ttno (the tag will show the drabbles in order of release date, as well as any asks related to the series!)

prologue

↠ (don’t) stay looking back i should’ve let you slip away

the history

↠ running from the truth all i ever think about is you

↠ secrets the way i feel’s so obvious now

↠ but i can’t get you out of my head i still love you, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i love you

the story

↠ over love, i over-trust you take me high just to bring me down

↠ way too much emotion (part two to over love, i over-trust) i just say fuck it, keep on going

↠ talk to you (part three to over love, i over-trust) i want to get to know you today

↠ can’t call you mine it’s obvious we’re more than friends

↠ see you with her guess i should stop thinking about you all the time

↠ maybe you’ll let me borrow your heart all i want from you is to see you tomorrow

↠ then you smiled over your shoulder for a minute, i was stone cold sober

↠ like she’s the only girl you’ve ever seen you are slowly killing me

↠ lie to me, lie with me i’m always tired, but never of you

↠ girl you got me you’re the only one i could wait for

↠ permanent damage i waited on every careless word

↠ the worst i don’t mean to, but i love you

↠ let me love you show you the way love’s supposed to be

↠ slow motion (part two to let me love you) it’s too soon for this to be right

↠ friends can break your heart too you said you wouldn’t and you fucking did

↠ but you’re my everything why do i keep needing you when i know i’ll get hurt?

↠ are you gonna keep her? does she know that the bruises never change?

↠ don’t you ever want to miss me at all? why do you need to see my heart in your hands?

↠ let you treat me like that i was your willing accomplice, honey

↠ nothing like us (part two to let you treat me like that) nothing can make me feel like you do

↠ cross the line ‘cause i’m so into you

the ending

↠ i promised i would never let me hurt anymore for you to be you to me, feels new to me

↠ even if it’s pathetic i want to ask, what was i to you?

↠ all that we were losing i saw you like i never did before

↠ i kept quiet so i could keep you i know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way i hurt

↠ i love you but you let me down

epilogue

↠ pull me close been with you for hours, but it feels like seconds

extras

↠ author’s afterword

↠ jungkook’s playlist

↠ taehyung’s playlist

#jungkook #jungkook x reader #taehyung #taehyung x reader #bts #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #angst #fluff #series: ttno

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yanderedanganronpa · 3 years ago

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Hello! I love your blog! May I request a yandere!Kokichi punishing his darling? Preferably female? Thank you!

Yandere Kokichi punishing his darling

TW: kidnapping, name-calling, knife, restraints, burns

ty for the request and sorry it took so long!! I hope you like it and sorry if it was too much, lmk what you think :D

“Oh where has my darling s/o gone off to now?”

That was the only thing you heard between the thing wall that separated you and the man who has kept you captive for..you’ve lost count how long by now.

The taunting tone sending chills down your spine. You’d managed to escape the basement and found yourself in one of the many rooms of the house he kept you hidden away.

“If you wanted to play hide-and-seek you could’ve just asked me, y’know~”

You watch diligently through the panes of the closet door, as he scraped the large kitchen knife he wielded in his hand against the wall, making a harsh metallic sound as you cringed at the thought.

Brandishing a kitchen knife the glint of the knife catching your eye as he walked past.

You prayed in your head over and over

“Please, please, please, please don’t let him find me.”

Luckily enough he walked right past the dark closet which had you hidden inside.

You listened intensely until the door shut and hesitantly opened the wooden panel with shaky hands.

Stepping out of there, you had to get out of there quickly, it’s only a matter of time before he found you. Striding towards the door wondering to yourself if you should open it. After all you had no idea what could be outside, for all you know he could be waiting outside that very door with his knife.. shivering again.

Deciding to just do it before you back out, you slowly turn the knob, very slowly and peak out of the crack and it seems like there’s no sign of Kokichi, all you see is a dark hallway, you could barely see. He probably turned off the lights to mess with you, he knows you don’t know how to navigate.

You felt as if your feet couldn’t move but you forced yourself anyways, moving one after the other, stepping into the hall. Suddenly the adrenaline kicked in, you were escaping, you’re gonna be free, finally free away from this hell-hole. As if your feet were moving on their own they carried you far you had no idea where you were going, you went inside the first room you saw, hoping to find anything to help, a window or something, anything.

You swung the door open, thank god it was unlocked, you breathed a sigh of relief. Scanning the room side to side upon entry, a small dark room a little crowded with boxes seemed to be a storage room.

Your ears perked up at the distant sound of footsteps. As the noise grew closer it followed with a soft humming of a cheerful tune, it sounded like it was heading straight in your direction. You had to think fast.

Spotting a tall shelf you decided that was your only choice, your options growing short. Quickly you quietly stepped on the wooden floor as fast as you could and curled up behind it for cover.

Just your luck, the doorknob immediately began to rattle and steadily open with an eerie creek. You felt your breathing unsteadily increase.

Your eyelids shut, along with your hand over your mouth to cover your harsh breath, repeating mantras of safety in your head.

“Boo~” you heard a quiet whisper so close to your ear you could feel his breath.

You let out an ear-splitting shriek, jumping up and falling on your butt from shock. “I guess this means I win!” He announced childishly. Eyes widening, looking back onto the deep purple of his eyes. You can’t get caught so easily, you weren’t losing this chance, who knows if you would get another one?

You stood up with trembling legs, so fast your head felt dizzy from the adrenaline and booked it, turning on your heels in the only direction you could, only to be soon yanked by the hair backwards, your neck straining from the position.

“Now, now.” He said through gritted teeth, holding you next to himself by the roots of your hair. “Just where do you think you’re going, darling?” his tone dangerously low.

You winced from the pain he held over you, trying to get out of his hands. “nngh” you squirmed, “Let go!” you demanded.

He laughed at your request, “Now why would I do that, hmm?” he snickered.

You did everything you could to get away from his grasp but it was pointless, you didn’t want to accept that fact.

Only then did you remember the knife he was carrying, swiftly glancing down to his other hand which in fact tightly gripped the handle of the weapon.

“Did you really think i was that dumb?” He mockingly stated. “The closet was such a dumb place to go, I just had to wait ‘til you found a new hiding spot.” The liar traced along with a devious giggle.

That’s when your vision went hazy, unable to hold your eyes open any longer. Drifting off to unconsciousness. sorry for the cliché

When you awoke you found yourself right back where you started, in the dark and dusty place you’ve been confined to all this time. Bound by your joints, unable to move.

You try to struggle against the ropes desperately, doing anything you can but it was to little use, they weren’t getting any looser.

As if someone heard the noise from you squirming around, the door opened, enlightening the entry way with light and in walked a short figure. Too dark to make out but you knew who it was, it was all too clear when you heard his signature voice.

“Well, look who’s finally awake.” an audible smug grin adorning his lips.

Light footsteps walked over till he was standing right in front of your immobile body, to the point you could now see Kokichi clearly.

That’s when you smelt it, the familiar nostalgic smell, it made you sick. Cigarettes. You didn’t know Kokichi smoked.

“Y’know,” he started, “I do all of this for you!” preforming a pout on his lips.

“I never asked for this!” you shouted in retaliation. “You-“

That’s all you could say before you felt a hot sharp sting on your cheek, not even processing it until a few seconds later.

The sound reverberated on the concrete walls, your head turned to the side, rendered by the initial shock of the impact.

Kokichi let out a sigh, turning to face you with disappointment, “How many times have you I told you not to run away? Hmm?” Looking you straight in the eyes. “Twenty.. Thirty… Huh?” Demanding an answer. You didn’t want to give in, looking in the other direction, trying to ignore what he’s saying.

“You’re not getting away with it this time.” no discernible emotion opposed to anger in his voice, still with that arrogant smirk., his eyes narrowed.

You shot your eyes back at him, putting on a brave face to show you’re not scared, even though you know what’s to come.

Kokichi shuffled forward so close to you that your nose was almost touching his.

A grin so wide it sent chills down your spine spread across his face, “I’m gonna make sure you never get the idea to misbehave again..” Kokichi taunted clearly enjoying himself.

Moving his right hand to his mouth to take a long drag of the cigarette with a deep inhale, staring you down.

The smoke going straight into your lungs, causing a coughing fit in your throat, much to Kokichi’s amusement.

He took the cigarette out with two fingers, still with an evil grin.

You looked at him with begging eyes, tears welling in your eyes. He wasn’t going to what you’re thinking, right?

You were proven wrong, seconds later when a burning hot sensation pressed deep into the side of your neck. That’s when the tears in your eyes raced down your face as you let out a painful yelp at the initial collision.

Moving your eyes to the source where you see Kokichi pressing the lit cigarette into your skin with all of his strength.

Seeing the piercing smoke waft off of your skin set waves of panic down your body. Clenching your eyes shut as rampant tears found their way out. Screaming in terror and from the excruciating pain. Your cry earning a chuckle from the supreme leader. “Awe, does that hwurt?” He patronized with faux sympathy as he mercifully stopped pressing the cigarette into you.

Answering his question you nodded your head up and down, not wanting to face him again, as he flicked the used ash off of the cigarette.

Hearing a sudden change in his voice, “Good, you deserve every second of this, bitch!” he replied, with genuine sounded anger.

He soon pressed the now shorter cigarette into your collar bone, feeling more painful the second time as you screamed in pain once more. When will this torture end? “Please!” you begged with a trembling voice, almost unable to speak through the pain. “I’m sorry!” You felt as if you can’t take anymore, beginning to get lightheaded. He continued pushing it on your skin for a few more seconds before letting out a long disappointed sigh. Slowly letting it back up and throwing it on the ground, squishing it under his shoe.

The same fingers lifted your face by your chin, making you face him once more. Where you expected a scowl there was a light innocent smile, worrying you further.

All he did was wipe the hot tears from your swollen eyes, you cringing at his touch.

Soon, he stood up and cheerfully walked to the door he came from, leaving you still tied up.

“Bye, bye, s/o.” He swung open the door and walked out “Sleep tight!” You heard from behind the shutting door, and then you were all alone in the dark once again.

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levisgirll · 3 years ago

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I love you and your blog so much🥺 I've read somewhere that it's canon that Levi's secretly ticklish and I was wondering if I could request a fic or whatever you prefer where his s/o finds out about this fact and uses it against him. Thank you so much, feel free to ignore this if you don't like it or if you don't want to. You're amazing I'm so glad I found your blog❤️ I hope you have an amazing day!

𝐓𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 (𝐋𝐞𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

text: OMG hello sweet anon!! thank you so much for your message and request c: I honestly was never sure about levi being ticklish but thanks for letting me know and I would GLADLY write this request out for you! Also, it makes me happy that u found this blog and the fact u stayed and sent a request too is so nice of you <3 !! (this made my day 🥰) Have a great day Anon and I hope this request makes your day too 💕💖(also note I was afraid to mess it up as a fanfic, so I decided to make it like a fanfic but as bullet points, so I hope that's alright with you 🥺

synopsis: you noticed something off about levi, your boyfriend. anddd you might have discovered something accidentally about him! how does he react after you finding out and what do you both do? (this was really cute and super fluff to write honestly and you wont regret it-)

It was just another day at the headquarters of the Survey Corps, and you were with none other than Levi, your boyfriend! You had felt extremely lucky to be with Levi ever since the both of you started to date. Although, Levi kept saying it was him that was lucky that someone amazing, strong, badass and lovely like Y/N would even consider dating Levi.

Of course, you both take your work seriously, but the love you both had for each other were stronger. During the day you would glance towards each other, signaling you both needed the other.

Hanji was quite a close friend you made when you joined the survey corps. You and Levi were both strolling around the headquarters until you both spotted Hanji with Moblit and you ran towards them while Levi with his stolid expression was coming along.

“Hello Hanji and Moblit! How is your research going?” Y/N said while smiling at them, “Oh Hey guys!! Still in progress, but we are missing somethings..” Hanji said while suddenly looking down with a gloomily expression. “Let me help out then!” You always felt so bad whenever you saw Hanji not smiling, you wanted to try your best to help Hanji out. “Oh Y/N you are an angel!! Seriously, Thank you!!” Hanji would yell out and hugged you so tightly.

“Tch, Oi shitty glasses you better not give my partner some dangerous work or I will come and find you and make sure you regret it.” Levi said while crossing his arms around his chest. “Don't be mean Levi!” Hanji would say hiding behind you.

“Alright, Alright stop it you two. Levi, I will catch up with you later the afternoon okay?” You said and placed your hand on his chest, looking at his grey eyes. Levi gave out a soft sigh and ruffled your hair, “Sure love...I’ll be there.”

After some time trying to help out with Hanji and Moblit’s research, you finally were done and was heading back to see your great boyfriend.

As you entered his office, you saw him all stressed with the amount of paperwork he had. “Hey.” He said while still looking down at the paperwork and pushed his hair back, he looked extremely handsome whenever he did that.

“Love, take a short break? For me?” You said as you went behind his chair and placed your hands on his shoulder and started to give him a soft massage. He doesn't admit it, but he always love it whenever you do that for him. He felt all your warmth, love and affection when you gave him a massage.

“Mhm...alright.” He would say pushing his head back and relaxing. Levi would melt whenever his Y/N did this. He looked up and started to focus on your face. You could tell by the look of his eyes he was madly in love with you and every rub you gave him, he devoted you even more. “Fuck, I love you.” He said while letting out a pant.

You gave him a smirk, “I know love”, your hands went up and you started to rub his neck and you were about to move up to his chin but he jolted up so quickly, and he straighten his back. You were taken aback by his sudden act, and your eyes widen. “Um, L-Levi..?”

He didn't say anything and kept quiet, he picked up his pen and started to sign off the papers. He was...being dubious?

That is when...you accidentally found out he was in fact ticklish!

Y/N: Huh, Wait a minute...

Levi: Okay, I have to go somewhere by-

Levi got up and was about to leave but Y/N held on his wrist and he tensed up. Oh shit.

Y/N: You...You're!

Levi: Your Boyfriend, yes.

Y/N started to give a huge smile, and they looked up to Levi. “My Levi is ticklish!” They said all thrilled and snuggled his arm. He started to blush and look away, clearly he was really embarrassed. “T-This is your fault now!” But he lowkey always wondered just...how you always made him feel so good and giving him butterflies inside?!

“What is so bad about being ticklish Love? You know they say laughter can reduce stress and wash off any troubles...so come here!” You said giggling. This is the ONLY chance you hear your man’s soft laugh and all clumsily. It was fucking cute that you felt your heart to be melted in any second.

“Y-Y/N!! Don’t!” Levi got up so quickly from his chair, and was trying to hold his laughter as you tried to go to his neck and underarms, trying to tickle him.

You pushed it further and wanted to tease him. “Wow, who would have known humanity’s strongest solider is afraid of being...tickled?”.

“H-Huh? No I'm not.... Y/N, come here." But your man tricks you and starts tickling you instead!! He picked you up, while sitting down on his chair and letting you sit on his lap.

“Now, I think you need some back, Hm? Come on, not gonna let you go till I find your weak spot” He said snuggling up to you. Did not take him long but, it was your underarms. “O-Okay L-Levi I give please!!” You said laughing out aloud.

This made your relationship with Levi stronger. “Tch, anything you do is really something huh?” he said with a low tone and gave you a...kiss on your cheek?! He even had a small smile that you picked up and this tickling really stimulated him to be more loving towards you. Or in reality, we could say Levi took this opportunity to show you some love because this poor guy really had trouble to do that and he could never figure out when was the 'time'. So, he would give you his rare session, which was his cuddling session and some soft kisses while you sat on his laps and hugging his waist.

He has a warm feeling in his chest after you tickled him, it was like all his responsibilities started to fade away and you left your man in this warm and fuzzy feeling. He wanted you more than ever now.

On the good side, he realized it reduced his stress. ‘wow, y/n is amazing how can they do that...’ (he is secretly thinking of another tickling love session-)

The whole night, laughter's could be heard from Captain Levi’s office which was filled with love. Speaking of love, you really ‘tickled his heart’ which astonishing gave him extreme amount of joy. Whoever passed that hallway were startled to know that there was someone who could make him laugh, and it was y/n, his significant other, that he actually really deeply loves and cares about.

ahh this melted my heart writing this out! I'm so glad I got this request and was able to write it :,) love u anon! I hope you enjoyed it and felt some fluff while reading it, and if you do pls leave a like or reblog ♥️

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dhikrbum · 2 years ago

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I’m a poser: A thesis statement

Im an absolute fucking wannabe, I want to make that clear. Like I listen to punk music, but I listen to every music and if I hung around the DIY scene and shit it was as the mostly normy friend who hung out in a corner couldn’t understand the band and drank jack and cokes while the real punks slammed and shook and rattled in the pit. I was there when shit got thrown at cops, or gas stations got trashed, but I was the dude driving the car and telling everyone to chill and that we have to get out of here or we’ll get in trouble. I didn’t even get addicted in a cool way, more of a strung out alchy no one wanted to be around them a cool fun party dude.

I tried to get married and settle down and the most punk thing about me is that when it blew up in my face I got some tattoos and put together a battle vest to wear my heart on my sleeve because the last time I had my own personality those are the things I wanted to do. I go around in safety pinned patches and ripped up band tees and faded jeans now but I’m going grey dude, I’m not fooling anyone but who the fuck cares? I like the look, it feels like me. Fuck you I don’t gotta justify myself, but I don’t want anyone to think I’m deluded either. I’m a poser, whatever I’m still happy to be here

I’m a wannabe Muslim too, like the total cliche where I read The Taqwacores and some Rumi and House of Birds, watched a few YouTube videos, and took my Shahada. Now I’m a white boy walking around in a Kufi, and when I manage to pray it’s alongside the same two rakat YouTube video I found after googling “how to pray salat”. I ended up cooking myself spam and eggs this morning because “Eh I gotta get it out of the kitchen” and I’m a fag who lives with his boyfriend and has no intention of going celibate.

But I guess here’s the thing, I love *being* Muslim. When I took the Shahada and a whole room of complete strangers rushed in to hug me like I didn’t look like a bum who wandered in off the street, when I read the Quran and say my prayers I feel right. And I’m an addict, I know when I’m just chasing dopamine. This feels like love, and the real kinda love I didn’t know till I met my boyfriend. And so what if I’m lousy, maybe I’ll get better? Maybe I don’t have to? I haven’t figured it out yet. But I keep reading the same bit of the second Surah 2:62:

إِنَّ ٱلَّذِينَ ءَامَنُوا۟ وَٱلَّذِينَ هَادُوا۟ وَٱلنَّصَـٰرَىٰ وَٱلصَّـٰبِـِٔينَ مَنْ ءَامَنَ بِٱللَّهِ وَٱلْيَوْمِ ٱلْـَٔاخِرِ وَعَمِلَ صَـٰلِحًا فَلَهُمْ أَجْرُهُمْ عِندَ رَبِّهِمْ وَلَا خَوْفٌ عَلَيْهِمْ وَلَا هُمْ يَحْزَنُونَ Indeed, the believers, Jews, Christians, and Sabians1—whoever ˹truly˺ believes in Allah and the Last Day and does good will have their reward with their Lord. And there will be no fear for them, nor will they grieve.2

I dunno it just seems like maybe Allah in his own way loves posers too. So yeah I’m posting this and pinning this because I want to make clear to anyone who finds this blog that I’m not claiming to be anything cool, or pious. I’m some dude aping Michael Muhammad Knight who’s never gonna be a badass punk or manage strict religious living. I’m a bum who does Dhikr and reads beat poetry and sufi poetry with the same reverence. Who’s trying to pray five times a day and doing okay at it. Who’s trying to figure out what punk means when you’re 31 and the whole world seems like it’s coming apart and I’ve decided to write about it sometimes.

I think thesis statements are important and I think the Quran has the best one. Maybe we begin by praising Allah in their mercy because in the end even the Wahabis and the Twelvers are posers. Maybe the strict Imam at your Masjid telling you to get rid of your dog is a wannabe. Maybe Allah knows we’re all kinda cringe and gave us the Fatiha to remember that they love us anyway.

#Taqwacores #Taqwacore #punk #Islam #some introspection #tw cursing #la ilaha illa allah #religion

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spideyspeaches · 4 years ago

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Truth and Reconciliation ↬ p.p

AN: for @scarletspideyy ‘s 3k challenge! And also inspired by Rambling by @lousimusician !!!! Go check theirs out its HILARIOUS 😂

Summary: you're hit by an alien substance that makes you speak the truth no matter WHAT the situation is ;)

Warnings : rambling. lots of it. Also mentions of sex cause that’s basically the plot but it has not smut. it’s only implied! it is also implied that all the characters are 18+ !

Word count: 1.2k

College!Peter Parker x Avenger!Reader

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The thing is, even if you’re dating a hot smartass like Peter Parker, your ability to make smart decisions are exceptionally low. Add that with being a chaotic junior Avenger and boom you have a reckless teenager at your service.

“Ugh, I wish Peter was here right now.” you mumbled as you kicked the creepy robot monster square in the chest, huffing a little before running off.

“You’re just saying that because he’s your boyfriend.” Nat says in the comms, the static startling you a little.

“And because his ass looks great in the super tight spandex.” you nodded very seriously, missing your hot ass boyfriend’s ass, and of course because you were worried that he was going insane sitting at the tower’s newly delivered futon, munching at M&Ms and sulking about his ankle and how he broke it (by tripping in the shower).

“That’s it. The next suit I make for the kid will make him look like a pillow.” Tony piped up in your conversation.

“Nooo please don’t do that Tony, for my sanity!” you said, smirking at the ‘get some’ and ‘gross teenagers’ that came from Sam and Bucky, before your eyes widened.

‘Oh shit.’ you thought.

A Jabba the Hutt like creature was making its way towards you with a gun…in it’s hand. Wondering how the Jabba look-alike fitted a gun in its barely there hands, you used your telekinetic powers to fly towards the goop monster, thrusting your hands in front of you and slicing it smackdab through its belly, satisfied by the way it blasted in smithereens, but not before the green goopy thing hit your face, sliding down your neck and shoulders.

Looking in wonder at the green goop as it seemed to have saturated in your skin, you wondered,

“The fuck was that thing?”

Ignoring the ‘language’ from Cap, you felt your vision waver.

“Uh Mr. Stark, Nat, Bruce, someone. I think something’s wrong, I can’t see straight, which reminds me that Peter wears contacts but he never told anyone and I only know that cause I’m nosy and his glasses make him look ridiculously dorky and hot at the same time, why am I telling you this?” You said, trying to shut your mouth.

“I’m going to pretend that you don’t sound like you want to bone my kid, but were you hit by something? Any weird alien green goop? Are you hurt?” Tony said, landing near you.

“Oh my you care about me too, you’re like a father figure 2.0 to me too, but you didn’t ask that. Yeah I was hit by this weird green alien goop that seeped into my skin and that creature kind of looked like Jabba the Hutt-”

“-like the star wars character?”

“– yeah now stop interrupting me dad..man.. dadman! As I was saying, I think the thing is kind of like a truth serum. But it’s also making me say what my mind desires the most, like the Mirror of Erised! ” you said, excited in your own world, which is why you didn’t notice the glimmer in the other Avengers’ eyes as they saw you blabber your mouth off until you were out of breath.

***

“So you’re telling me that my girlfriend physically can’t stop telling the truth? Or just stop talking?” Peter said, crossing his forearms and squinting at the team. It did nothing but make him look adorable because of his propped up broken leg.

They at least had the decency to duck their heads to hide their smirks.

“Yeah if I have to hear her talk one more time about the theories of what might happen in season 8 of Brooklyn nine nine and then get distracted by “the veins in Peter’s arms’, I swear I will blast another hole in the wall!” Tony shrieked, hands up in the air in an exasperated gesture.

“But it’s true right? I mean Peter come on! you folding your arms like that are just making your biceps bulge and that poor t-shirt of yours looks like it’s about to tear.” You piped in from behind Tony, which queued Peter to loosen his arms, blush rising up his face.

“You have the right to remain silent.” Tony said firmly, glaring at you to stop talking. You shrugged as if to say ‘can’t help it.’

“I mean she can’t really help it right? You didn’t say anything embarrassing…..right? ” Peter said in a small voice.

“I'm pretty sure the Miranda warning was meant for me to shut up but I’m sorry I’m currently incapable of reassuring you,” you said, eyes slightly wide, "I told them that you read and write fanfiction on tumblr and I secretly follow your blog and your writing is so damn good! I never really told you this because I know you would die if I told you that I read your smut fictions till 2 am cause they’re so well written… SOMEONE GAG ME!”

***

By the time Stephen showed up to help Tony and Bruce, Peter’s face was so red that he looked like he was going to explode.

“….and then I said that fuck off bitch that’s ma bro you’re messing with, and promptly punched him in his little gremlin face and then realised that I had called my elementry to highschool crush ma bro…” you rambled, amusement clear on Steve’s face, who was intently listening to you talk about that time you had punched Flash for messing with Peter.

The tower was a mess due to the revealed secrets, Tony and Banner were trying to find a cure with Stephen , Wanda was recording you and Natasha was just…..casually sharpening her knife.

“Hey Y/N, drink this please?” Tony said, cutting you off from your rant about god knows what. He thrusted a vial with a weird goopy substance in it, instantly making you gag.

“What is that? I’m not taking some shit from a mad scientist who gave his fortune 500 company to his girlfriend because he was too emotionally unstable to handle it himself! I mean good call, cause Pepper is badass and all but-”

“-I’m going to ignore the jab at me but it’s a hopeful cure, so you’re going to drink that goop, and hopefully we all will get some silence.”

Huffing petulantly, you took the small vial of glass from him and chugged the thing with a small grimace.

Everybody was silent for a moment, including you. You could hear everyone holding their breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. But that never happened cause you wore the shoe like a pro.

Giving a huff, you laughed out loud. Again you looked Peter in his eyes and said in a serious tone, “Peter, I’m never fucking you again.”

Peter’s face fell at what you said, tears almost appearing in his doe eyes. Wanda and Nat gave you a shooketh look while Bucky and Sam were just laughing their asses off somewhere in the background. Strange looked so done that he portaled back to his Sanctum and poor Bruce just made his merry way to the lab.

“Hey look I lied!! This worked!” you whooped, Tony and Steve shaking their heads as you ran, but not before giving Peter a subtle wink.

Welp. Someone’s gonna get laid tonight.

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"...So I Married A Monster" *Chapter 2*

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Man we just skipped the happy fun times here and went straight into the fire, didn't we? Zero to hundred REAL quick.

What can I say guys, writing is therapy. And I have a lot of demons.

Eventually we'll get some fluff....eventually. Maybe.

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Rafael went to his car and began to think. He had to trust you would listen to what you said, if you loved him like he loved you, you would. But the thought that terrified him more than losing you right now was that William Lewis was back, and on the loose. He dialed Liv’s number as he sped back towards New York City.

“Liv,” He said very seriously as soon as she answered. “He’s back. Lewis is back,”

Meanwhile

You started to pull yourself together when you heard a small noise from the corner of the room. You saw Maggie standing there with her mouth open.

“Oh baby--” You stood up and walked over to her.

“Why was he saying that, mom?” She had lost her sassy demeanor, and was now just a scared little girl.

“I…” You put a hand on her shoulder. “I don’t know, baby girl,”

“I bet it’s because he’s jealous,” She scoffed, now resuming her angry flippant self. “He’s jealous dad is a better dude than him. I don’t know why--”

“We are not getting into this again, Margaret,” You used her full name, letting her know you meant business.

“You don’t…” Maggie paused. “You don’t believe him, do you mom?”

“What?” You blinked, trying to decide whether or not to answer honestly. Her big doe eyes looked at you, begging you to confirm that her dad was the man she thought he was.

“...No, of course not sweetie,” You shook your head and pulled her into a huge hug.

But you weren’t entirely sure at all.

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The Next Day In The SVU Office

Rafael and the squad had been working all night since he had made the call to Olivia. The squad room was now full of a corkboard full of all of William’s aliases, past transgressions, etc. Except now your name along with Maggie and Kylie’s names were added on a side stem, with “Billy Loomis?” written above it.

“So, you’re sure this chick hasn’t been helping William this whole time? Helping him hideout?” Fin asked Barba.

“What?” Rafael gasped. “No, not at all. No way,” He shook his head violently. “She didn’t even know who he was,”

“....Mmmhmm,” Fin gave the others a look.

“Look Fin I didn’t come here to here you insult my girlfriend--”

“Your girlfriend?” Nick asked. “Didn’t you say she kicked you out?”

“I don’t care, when she realizes--”

“And what if she doesn’t?” Olivia chimed in. “What if she does try to help him now?”

“Olivia!” He looked at her in betrayal. “Come on, you don’t think--”

“You said that he already convinced her to kick you out by just a few words on the phone,” Olivia pointed out. “Now that he knows you two are involved he is gonna try like hell to drive that wedge further and further,”

“But he won’t be able to if she finds out who he is,” Rafael rebutted.

“But if she won’t look, she won’t know,” Olivia stood her ground.

“She’ll look,” Rafael reiterated. “I know she will,”

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Back at your house

It was late at night, the girls were asleep and you were on your phone in your bed with a bottle of wine. You had brought a glass to bed with you, but you were drinking straight out of the bottle.

What Rafael said yesterday was eating at you. But what was eating at you more was the fact that you were starting to believe him over the man you had shared your life with for almost a decade, a man who you had two children with.

You looked at your phone which had your text thread with Rafael pulled up on it. You went through all the texts you had ever sent. The late night conversations, the little texts in the middle of the day just to say he missed you. He was so good to you, he always had been. He would never lie to you...would he?

You closed the text thread and opened up GOOGLE. You looked to the sky and asked God to forgive you for betraying the father of your children like this; but it had to be done. You typed in the name “WILLIAM LEWIS” and hit “SEARCH”.

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At Rafael’s Home

Rafael was staring at the text thread between you from his own phone, rubbing the screen with his thumb. He wanted so badly to call you, but he knew he needed to trust you to do this on your own. Plus, he was sure you wouldn’t answer if he called anyway. While he was staring longingly at his phone, it lit up:

UNKNOWN NUMBER CALLING

He had a pit of dread forming in his stomach, but he answered the phone anyway.

“Hello?”

“Hello there, counselor,”

“How did you get this number?”

“My lovely wife gave it to me, obviously,”

“You’re lying,”

“Am I?”

“Yes, she wouldn’t do that,”

“Oh really?” He chuckled darkly. “You really think she cares about you that much?”

“I know she does,”

“Well, you know that’s really unfortunate for you, because you won’t see her or my kids again,”

“Why are you doing this?” Rafael asked. “Why do you even have a family? What are you going to do with them?!”

“What?” He laughed. “Nothing, counselor. I assure you,”

“Bullshit,”

“No actually, it’s not,” William explained. “Y’know after I had my little...adventure, in New York. I went off the grid. Wanted to live a normal life for a little while. And then I met Y/N,”

“Uh huh..” Rafael listened impatiently.

“And then I fell in love with her, and we had two beautiful girls. And I love those girls more than anything in this world, Barba,” He explained.

“You’re a fucking liar,” Rafael spit. “You don’t know how to love,”

“Believe it or not I do,” William smirked. “I just...don’t show it in a normal way,”

“Right,” Rafael rolled his eyes.

“Hey, look,” William defended. “I was in love with Y/N for a while, I really was. And then--”

“Then what?”

“Then, she got a little naggy,” William shrugged. “She got on my nerves, and I got that itch again,”

“That itch?”

“Y’know, that...itch,”

“You wanted to kill her,”

“I did,” William admitted. “But I figured killing mommy wouldn’t be something I could get past the kiddos, so I scratched that itch in other places,”

“She did say you travelled a lot…’for work’,” Rafael recalled a conversation he had about him before with you one time, in passing. If only he knew what he knew now.

“Yeah,” William chuckled to himself.

His ‘work’ was quite extensive. And it was exhausting trying to lead a double life, but he was being honest when he said he loved his girls. He really did. He loved them more than anything or anyone he had before, maybe ever. He’d never let anyone hurt them...or turn them against him.

“Anyhow,” He continued. “Y’know I may not be in love with Y/N anymore, but you know what I hate?”

“What?”

“People touching my things,” Lewis growled.

“She is not a THING, Lewis. She’s not even yours anymore,” Rafael yelled.

“See I know you’ve never been married Barba, so maybe you don’t understand this,” Lewis lowered his voice to an eerily calm manner. “But when you marry someone, in front of God and everyone you love, it creates a bond. An everlasting bond,”

“Oh give me a break--”

“And that bond, cannot be broken. ‘Till death do us part,”

“...Are you threatening her?” Rafael was vibrating with rage.

“No, of course not counselor,” William replied innocently. “However, if you were to help her break those vows….I might be forced to,”

“Excuse me?”

“Until death do us part, Barba,” William repeated. “That means either she stays faithful to me, or I’ll have to kill her,”

“Don’t you DARE touch her Lewis, do you hear me?!” Rafael’s blood was boiling.

“Well I won’t have to, as long as you leave her be,” William replied calmly.

“....You won’t get away with this,” Rafael growled.

“Oh I think I will,” William smirked. “Because if you send anyone after me, she will die,”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Rafael growled. “You just said your kids would--”

“So maybe mommy gets in a car wreck on the way home, or God forbid robbed in a parking lot!” Lewis taunted Rafael with an evil laugh.

“You’re the fucking devil, you know that?”

“Maybe, but I know I’m a man who gets what he wants,” Lewis chuckled. “I’ll let you go Barba, I know you’re a busy man. And remember, I’ll be watching!”

And with that he hung up on Rafael.

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Almost immediately after hanging up with Lewis, Rafael’s phone lit up again.

Y/N CALLING

“Holy shit…” He blinked in disbelief at the phone. How did you know?

“...Y/N?”

“Rafa,” You tried to keep yourself from crying, you couldn’t wake up the girls. “Rafa I...I saw William Lewis,”

“Oh god,” Rafael put a hand over his head. “Baby, I am so, so--”

“No, I’m sorry,” You cut him off. “I should have listened to you, I should have googled him, not kicked you out,”

“You didn’t know…”

“No but you did, and I should have trusted you. That’s what you do when you--” You paused, never having had said it out loud before.

“....When you what?” He waited with bated breath.

“When you love someone,” You bit your lip, hoping it wasn’t too late to say.

“I knew it,” He smiled to himself. “I knew you loved me. I knew he was full of shit,”

“What do you mean he?” Your eyes quirked.

“Shit,” Rafael realized he misspoke. “Um, well--”

“He called you, didn’t he?” You asked.

“...He said you gave him my number,” Rafael confessed.

“I didn’t, I swear to God Rafa I didn’t,” Tears stung your eyes. “I-I don’t know how he--”

“It’s fine, carino,” He assured you. “He has his ways, I know that,”

“Okay…” You said softly, not really sure he believed you. Damn Billy. Damn him to hell.

“Speaking of ‘his ways’--,” Rafael added with an uncomfortable clearing of his throat.

Oh God. What was he going to say?

“He...we…” Rafael tried to get the words out, he really didn’t want to say them out loud.

“He what, Rafael?” You pressed him.

“He said that I can’t see you again,” He closed his eyes as the words fell out of his mouth.

“What?” You nearly dropped the wine bottle all over your sheets.

“I can’t--” He started to repeat himself.

“No,” You cut him off. “No that is not--” There was no way in hell Billy was going to keep you from Rafael, not now.

“He said he would kill you, Y/N,” Rafael said very pensively.

“Well why hasn’t he done it already?!” You raised your voice, quickly looking to the door to make sure the girls hadn’t heard you. They hadn’t.

“He said your kids wouldn’t forgive him, and he really does love them,” He relayed what Lewis had told him.

“Ugh,” You gagged. “I can’t believe that son of a--”

“Y/N I believe him,” Rafael interjected.

“About what?”

“All of it,” He sighed. “I...I think he really does love your daughters,”

“...Really?”

“Yeah, he said that’s why he left. He wanted to scratch his...itch, somewhere else,”

“Oh my god…” You wanted to vomit thinking about all the “business trips” Billy used to take. If you only knew what kind of “business” he was in.

“...And I also think he’ll be good on his word of having you killed,”

“Having me killed?” You snorted. “By who?”

“Guys like him, they know plenty of...dark people,” He rubbed his eyes, he was getting a headache from all of this worrying. “He probably has people watching your house right now,”

“No, there’s no--” You looked out your window and down the street. Nothing looked out of place, but now you were paranoid. “...There’s no way, I would notice. I’m pretty sure,”

“Look we may be worried about nothing,” The idea just occurred to Rafael’s mind.

“Nothing? Really?” You laughed sarcastically.

“Well look, if Lewis thinks that you believed him over me, just...just keep him thinking that,” He hated the idea of you pretending to still...like, Lewis but he needed you safe.

“You want me to just go about my life like I don’t know my ex-husband is a psychopath?!” You hissed, really attempting to keep your voice down. The girls definitely could not hear any of this. Ever.

“Just for now,” Rafael assured you.

“Do you really think he’ll think I chose to believe him over you?” You twirled your hair nervously.

“Well, I mean you didn’t--” He paused. “You’ve never mentioned me before, maybe he’ll just think we were a...a fling or something,”

“I was introducing you to my kids!” You cried. “I think that’s a little more than a fling,”

“Okay fair point,” Rafael shook his head. “But, it would make perfect sense that you would just believe him at his word that I was the bad guy, right? He’s the father of your children, I’m just some guy you were having sex with for a few months,”

“No you aren’t,” You bit back tears hearing him drag your relationship like that. “You know you’re more than that,”

“I mean for the sake of the lie, amor,” He said with a somewhat endearing tone. He liked the fact that you made sure he knew that was a bunch of shit.

“I guess,” You shrugged, still not liking the idea of having to shit on what you and Rafael had. Even if it was just acting. But you had to, for your life. And for your children’s lives.

“Rafael, what if he suspects something? What if he kidnaps the girls?” Your mind was racing with worst case scenarios.

“Y/N I’m telling you, if you just play it cool, he’ll never think anything else about this,” Rafael tried to comfort you through the phone, but he knew it was somewhat fruitless without him being able to touch and hold you.

“....And I’m just supposed to live like this?” You felt tears in your voice. “Just...just never see you again? After I just told you I--”

“Just for now, mi vida,” He tried not to to start crying himself. He had to be the strong one here. “Just until I can-- figure something else out,”

“...I just want you here,” You whimpered.

Your whimpers pierced his heart like a million knives. All he wanted in that moment was to be next to you, holding you while you cried. Protecting you with his life. But he knew in reality, this was how he had to protect you. And your girls.

“I know…” He nodded his head, a few tears dropping down his face. “I just want to be there,”

“...I-I need to go, it’s late. The girls will be getting up for school soon,” You wiped tears from your own face, putting the wine bottle back in your side table.

“Alright, mi amor,” He said softly, not really wanting to hang up. He didn’t know when the next time he’d be able to hear your voice was going to be, and he wanted every second he had left with you.

“Don’t…” He bit back the sobs in his tone. “Don’t call me, or text me. Wait for me to contact you, okay?”

“What?” Your voice went up a register higher. Now you didn’t want to hang up with him, if he was going to ghost you like this. “No, Raf please, we haven’t--”

“I know,” He rubbed his eyes. “I know we’ve never not talked for even a day, I know. And it’s going to kill me, just know that. You’re my best friend, Y/N,”

“Really?” You blinked in surprise. “Even over Olivia?”

“...Don’t tell her,” He cry-laughed. He knew that would be the last time he laughed for a while.

“You’re my best friend too, Rafael,” You were really crying now. “Ever since I met you, you’ve made my life better. And now I’ve gone and fucked it--"

“Hey,” He stopped you with a stern tone. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong here, you understand me? That’s-- that’s not why I’m cutting you off, okay? I’m not punishing you, please know that,”

“...I know,” You replied in a soft voice, almost like a little girl scared of the dark.

“Okay, good,” He breathed in relief. He couldn’t live with himself if you blamed yourself for this mess.

“I promise-- I swear to you, as soon as I think it’s safe I will come straight to you,” He promised. “The very second,”

“Okay,” You nodded in a more controlled, mature tone. You had to be strong now, you didn’t want him to think you were a blubbering idiot without him. You had survived three long years on your own, you could do it again. You hoped.

“I love you, Y/N,” Rafael repeated it for the third time that day. You wished you could record it and play it over and over again, falling asleep to it.

“I love you too Rafael,” You sniffled.

“...Talk soon,” He said softly, then hung up before he could change his mind about the whole thing.

You both cried yourself to sleep that night.

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