#very proud of this! feel like i'm back to my giffing roots

[charlieconwayy]

OTP Meme [1/2 Seasons]: Season 3

Look, I don’t want to stop you, Pacey, and I don’t want to stop Dawson, and I don’t want to be stopped, not by either of you, not by anyone. I mean, that’s what this whole year has been about. We’ve been trying to stop each other from moving on and from growing up but - but not you. I mean, you’re different, and you’ve challenged me every step of the way and you’ve been there every step of the way… Jo, departure time is in T-minus thirty seconds so if there’s a point, I suggest you get to it. I think I’m in love with you. You think or you know? I know. I’ve known it since the moment you kissed me and maybe even before that. And, scary as it is, I don’t wanna deny it anymore, Pacey. I don’t wanna run from it, and I don’t wanna let it run from me.

[lover-girl-estxx]

Your Here

Part 2

*not my gif*

I was shopping for food and some things I haven't gotten from Texas yet for my hotel because as much as Mitch has been trying to tell me the past four days to stay with him, I wasn't ready for it and I liked my own space. "hey Y/n!" I see one of the local old lady's Sue that as pretty much the town mom "hi how are you?" "I'm good what brings you back to town?" "umm-" "is it Mitch?" she smiled and I chuckled "a bit yeah" "he's not with that girl Nicole anymore?" "um I don't know first I heard of her" "oh yeah they were all over town young little thing " "oh i'll have to see" I smiled lightly " okay well I'll see you" "okay!.....thanks for telling me my ex husbands dating someone" I whispered the last part.

I opened the bar door and Mitch was behind the bar talking to one of the girls at the high top, it was packed so I didn't look closely into it. "Hey!" I sat down and he came up to me "hey!" He smiled "which one?" I set two menus in front of him "you made them! Which one do you like?" "That's for you to say I like them both" “Here nicole which one do you like?” he asked the girl at the bar drinking her glassed root beer “umm I like the first one!” she smiled at me “ I think the first matches, they both look great!” I lightly smiled “thanks” she nodded “you gonna stay here for a bit? I’ll make you something ""no,no i’m okay i’m just gonna go back to the hotel ""you sure?” I nodded. 

I got in the car and sighed putting my bag in the passenger seat “so stupid” I whispered to myself putting the key in. It's been years I don’t hold him to anything we had our chance, I want him to be happy even if maybe that's not with me.

I unloaded my bags into my hotel, I got all my good toiletries finally I took a nice shower with everything I needed. 

Haylie <3: hows tulsa?

My best friends from Texas text came through my phone 

Y:its good…just odd i guess

Haylie <3: why's that

Y: he's got his whole thing i just feel like i’m overstepping

Haylie <3: Y/n he doesnt own Tulsa your not overstepping. If hes been reaching out your not k?

Y:yeah i guess i’m just overthinking maybe

Haylie <3: yeah you do that a bit 

I put my phone down tying my robe before hopping into my bed 

Mitch: u wake?

Y: yeah why?

Mitch: i’m at your door

Breathed a laugh “one sec!” I hollered and threw a shirt on and some shorts before opening the door “hi!” he smiled and I chuckled “hey mitch” he held up a bag of food “I brought food” “thanks wanna come in?” I opened the door more and he nodded and set it on the table.

I was sitting across from him eating from the Bred 2 Buck box “why’d you leave the bar the way you did?” “What do you mean?” I asked “you just,” he shrugged “you just did i dont know” he tilted his head and leaned forward “you don’t have to tell me” “that girl? Who-umm who was she?” “nicole?,” I nodded “shes 21 and shes 3 years sober and I’m her leader or I don’t know what you call it” he leaned back “okay….fuckin’ Sue” I whisper “she tell you she was what?” “your girlfriend” “well you do get jealous easily” “do not” I smirked he laughed “yes you do!.. you just were!” I laughed. “Our shows on!” he said turning in his seat.

| Mitchs POV |

She went over and sat in the bed “come on” I took my boots off got in bed next to her, I patted my chest she moved over and laid the back of her head on my chest. "you came to my dads?" I asked she looked up at me then back to the TV she nodded "yeah I did" "why?" "I wanted to make sure you were okay..and I missed you" she shrugged "I missed you too your a hard girl to find" "you tired?" "yeah of-of course got myself right I wanted to...show you I guess" she turned in my arm and wrapped her arms around my waist "is this okay?" "yeah" I said into her hair I wrapped my arms around her "well your showing me now and i'm very proud of you Mitch" I held her tighter "I'm sorry" she looked up and cupped my cheek "it's okay mitchy" she laid her head on my shoulder in my neck her thumb rubbing over my cheek, I leaned down and pulled her legs into my lap pulling the blanket over us.

"hey yeah i'm going to get dressed and head down to the lobby of my hotel cause my friend is still asleep," I hear Y/n whisper as she opened the dresser drawer "okay i'll call you back" she hung up the phone "hey" I rasped "hey sorry" "don't worry about it...do your work in here i'll get out of your hair" I put a hand being my head and yawned "you can stay!" "I gotta set up for the hoedown tonight" "oh yeah that's right" she sat on the bed "which I need a singer and I think everyone's tired of me" "no" she smiled and shook her head "come on your great....please?" she sighed " if wanna stop half way though can I stop?" I nodded and stood up "yeah i'll take over if you don't want to" "okay" "okay?" "okay!" "yes!" I smiled making her blush.

[im-no-jedi]

I wasn't gonna add to this post cause I am FAR from new here, but I've seen some older folks share their info, so I've decided to join in✨

(this got long so I'm putting it under a cut, you're welcome 😝)

hello! 👋🏻 I'm Hannah, a mid 30s woman with a massive love for everything Star Wars! I also enjoy a plethora of other nerdy things, including video games (mostly Nintendo), dungeons and dragons (huuuuuge Critical Role fan!!), other Disney franchises (including Marvel), and various cartoons (AtLA, Gravity Falls, TMNT, Transformers, just to name a few!). I'm the oldest of four, with my younger siblings being @jam-n-ham, @knight-tyme, and my social media averse brother LOL. I was diagnosed last year with autism, ADHD, anxiety, and depression, and it's been a very uplifting journey of recovery since then (am currently on Zoloft for the anxiety/depression, and it's been VERY helpful 💙). I'm very artistic and like writing, drawing, and making graphics. I also occasionally make gifs when the urge strikes; several of you have used them in various posts (you may have even seen some of my meme gifs during the TCW era LOL).

my passion project right now is a long-spanning self-insert series of stories set in the TBB show called "My Life With The Bad Batch". it stars, well, me, getting whisked away from my mundane life by our favorite group of defective clones and creating a new life for myself with them. there's romance, humor, drama, domestic fluff, and loooooots of hurt/comfort hehe. it's mostly canon compliant for now, but I feel like I might start veering away from canon come season 3 😅. I started writing the first story back at the end of 2021 and finished it midway into 2022; it was my first time ever finishing a long fanfic like that, and I'm very proud of it! the series now spans across 11 different stories and oneshots, with the twelfth currently in progress, and consists of nearly 270,000 words!! I've even made artwork for it! I haven't touched it since last spring, but I plan on picking it up again now that the hype for season 3 is at peak!! \o/

I've been a SW fan for most of my life, with the franchise in general being part of my entire life due to my parents being og fans (my mom was hype for ANH before it even came out!!). The Phantom Menace was my official intro to the franchise, so I have a huuuuuge affinity for the prequel era. TCW is one of my favorite shows of all time, and I adored the TBB episodes (even the unfinished version LOL). I admittedly was skeptical about an entire show about them, but I quickly fell in love all over again from the very first episode. the biggest surprise for me was Omega, as I wasn't sure if I'd like her or not from the trailers. she has now become not just one of my favorite SW characters, but one of my favorite characters period. the relationship between her and the boys is the best thing ever, especially between her and Hunter. speaking of which, despite Hunter being my favorite of the group from the very beginning, I didn't like, fall in love until the TBB show. and when I say fall in love, I MEAN IT. I haven't felt this way about a character in a LONG time. I would dare say he's at the top of my fictional Husband list, easily 🥰

I love TBB because they remind me of my own family. I'm Hunter, @jam-n-ham is Echo, my mom is Wrecker, my dad is Tech, my brother is Crosshair, and @knight-tyme is Omega. we've gone through similar struggles as a family to TBB (even going so far as my brother and I having a rough relationship for several years before reconciling), so that's why I'm really rooting for them to have a happy ending. it's been a LONG road to recovery for my own family, so seeing a similar result for my comfort characters would be the best thing ever. also, this show has helped me come to grips with my own personal struggles, particularly my mental problems. it was because of Tech and Omega's moment in The Crossing that made me finally decide to get an official diagnosis, so I'll forever be grateful for that. my life has literally changed because of this show and these characters; I can't say that about any other piece of media, honestly.

so yeah. if you're like me and can relate to the characters, then just know you're not alone 💙💙💙

If I have to take the title of Most Inconsistent Imagery/Crappiest Graphic Designer on Tumblr, so be it. 😂 But there are so many new peeps I'm seeing on here, and I'd love to hear from you! So if you're interested, would you be so kind as to reblog this with some fun stuff?

What you love about The Bad Batch?

If you're an artist, writer, creator, reader, etc?

What you love engaging with on Tumblr?

Any other fun facts about yourself that might create connections with others here?

💙

[sarcastically-defensive17]

Forget me? Forget us. - B. Hargrove

Inspired by ‘Forget me too’ by MGK and Halsey. I love this song and it has been stuck in my head all day and I couldn’t think of anything but a toxic relationship with billy. This isn’t a happy story, but it is a sad reality of some relationships. Some people are so bad for each other yet their love is too intense. “I love you so much that I hate you” describes this perfectly.

Gif is not mine, nor are the lyrics used within the song or Billy Hargrove. Hope you enjoy!

Let me know if you want to join the Billy taglist, or my general tag list!

Original story by sarcastically-defensive17

TW: This story contains an intense description of a very toxic relationship. In no way do I condone this kind of relationship and I recommend seeking help if you are in a relationship like this and you fear for your safety or that of another.

Billy was dangerous. So was Y/N. She was cold, he was burning hot. They were powerful separate, a raging storm together.

They were made to love one another, but not made to be in love with one another. They were furious, passionate, loving, angry, fearful, high on possibility.

They were inseparable, but couldn’t bare to be with one another.

They were purely paradoxical, and they loved every heart aching second of it.

They had broken up once again, their love blowing up in a fury of broken objects and obscenities. One of their distant friends from high school decided to throw a party, despite her status as post-high school adults. Billy was in attendance, obviously.

Y/N had yet to show up. Her absence elated him, and disappointed him. He loved her. He loved her so much that he couldn’t stand to be around her, for he was too scared to lose it.

Their love was temporary, yet the temporary was permanent.

They were always going to fall apart. They were always going to become one again. They would fall apart soon after. It was a viscous cycle of heartbreak and hopeless love.

He waited for her, drink in hand, clad in tight jeans and a white tank top. His staple denim jacket was missing.

Another woman - Bethany, Billy thought her name was - stood awfully close to him, her bony hand resting on his arm as she spoke. He had no idea what she was saying, he had zoned out almost as soon as she approached him. He had little care to listen to her prattle on. His mind was waiting for one person.

Bethany kept chattering and Billy fought the urge to roll his eyes. He was showing zero interest, yet the woman would not shut up.

Well, she hadn’t, until a hand grabbed her hair and yanked her entire body backwards, until she fell flat on her behind.

Y/N stood behind her, Billy’s jacket draped over her shoulders and a look of pure fury in her eyes.

I saw you walk in the room and I tried my best
Not to panic while I'm lookin' for the back door,

I smelled the perfume and it's obvious, i'm gonna stay and put my key in the bag more.

She wasn’t directing it towards Bethany, no. She was locked and loaded right on Billy.

Flight or fight kicked in, and Billy panicked, but only for a minute.

She looked divine. Wearing his jacket, marks on her neck from their last positive encounter on show for everybody to see.

She smelled like perfection, her chocolate scented perfume drawing him in, filling his senses with her.

She drove him crazy, made him more furious than he could comprehend. They would fight, they would love, they would fall apart.

Her hand connected with his face, yet he wasn’t angry. No. He connected his lips with hers, feeling her fingers slide through his hair. All eyes were on them, yet everybody had seen this scene before.

They were possessive, they were horrible to one another and others, but god help anybody who messed with their relationship. Only they could crumble the walls that they build.

She pulled back from him, smirking, watching as he bit his lip with temptation.

“Missed me baby?” She winked at him, allowing his body to pull hers along as he grabbed her hand and started leading her outside.

She may be the reason that his small apartment had a broken window and multiple holes in the wall, but he sure as hell didn’t hesitate to follow her to wherever she led.

The alcohol wore off by the time he woke, his head pounding and his vision spinning.

Her leg was stung over his own, both of them as bare as the day they were born. He rose carefully, moving her body from his as gently as he could.

However, in his efforts to make it out without waking her, he dropped his belt, and the clatter of the buckle on the hardwood floor caused her to snap awake.

It escalated quickly.

You want me to forget you? Okay, forget me too.

You tell me you hate me, baby, yeah, I bet you do

“You’re such a fucking asshole, Hargrove!” She shoved at his shoulder, trying to get past him so she could get to the bathroom. He was blocking her way.

“Oh, of course. I’m the asshole.” He snarled, a smile on his face. You’re the one who starts screaming at me, but I’m the one in the wrong!”

“You’re in the wrong because you ducking broke up with me, then tried to skip out before I woke up.” Her hands were in her hair, grasping at the roots. “You’re so fucking selfish. I’m waiting around constantly for you, but I make you wait one fucking time and you’re throwing a tantrum!”

“You left me waiting for an hour, Y/N! What, were you out with Tommy? What about Stevie? You always had a soft spot for him.” They were malicious. They knew how to hurt one another and they both knew it.

“God, you’re such a joke.” She laughed in his face, shoving her shoulder against his so she could grab her stuff from the bathroom. “Sometimes I wish I could forget I ever fucking met you, Billy.”

“You wouldn’t survive without me holding your hand, princess.” He snarled, perfect lips turning up to show perfect teeth.

They connected once again, pulling at one another, crashing into the wall, the door frame, the bed.

“I hate your fucking guts,” she growled, pulling his shirt over his head.

“I know you do, baby.” He flipped them over so his body was covering her own and connecting his lips to hers once again.

I've wasted so much time waitin' around for your phone calls every night

She would sit by the phone every night, waiting for his call. She would excuse some night, knowing if his terrible home life, but when he got his own place, he rarely called, rarely picked up the phone.

She spent so many days, so many nights, waiting up on him.

She got her own back at him.

He was taking her to see a new movie, planning to meet her at the arcade next to the theatre at 6 o’clock. He had to drop the bratty step-sister off, so he figured two birds.

He waited there until an hour later, the movie already beginning. He was seething. He hated being stood up, and she knew it.

Y/N arrived at the theatre 15 minutes later, but there was no Billy in sight, nor his sleek camaro.

She drove to his apartment, furious yet also proud. She gave him a taste of his own medicine, and she couldn’t wait to see how frustrated he was. She hated hurting him, but he hurt her just as bad.

We'd both be better off alone.

Still think I'd get you on the phone with one last breath in me.

I'd die before I let you leave

He had already downed five beers by the time she got there. It was rare for her to see him sober, and it was rare for him to see her while he was sober.

It escalated as soon as she walked in the door, slamming the heavy wood behind her.

“I was waiting for you and you didn’t bother to fucking show up!” He took a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke in her direction. She hated when he smoked, she despised the smell of nicotine on his breath but found the sight of him smoking to be incredibly attractive.

She fell for his bad boy side, and found home in his caring heart and troubled personality. It was a broken home but she couldn’t bare to leave.

The argument grew more and more, she threw a phone book at him, sending it through the window in his living room.

“I’m done. I’m sick of the bullshit, Y/N. We’re fucking better off alone!” He slammed his hand on the table, silencing her shouts of obscenities at him.

She laughed, slumping down onto the beat up couch. They had been saving money every paycheck to get him some new furniture. Y/N had also been putting money away to get her own apartment, despite Billy’s offer for her to live with him.

Such a volatile and temporary relationship couldn’t withstand constantly being in the presence of one another.

“We would die before we ever give up on one another, Billy.”

Tell me why you do the things that make me hate you,

It's an emotional kaleidoscope when I face you,

Permanent calligraphy, I just tattooed your name on me forever, fuck

Y/N and Billy love each other intensely, but they also know exactly how to make the other hate them.

It was a horrible cycle, yet nobody could make them happier than the person they hated the most.

Even if they wanted to forget one another, they could never forget the love they shared.

Tag List: @snookiebrookie (because you’re always so kind)

Let me know if you want to join the billy taglist!

[hughiecampbelle]

Emotional Whore (Thomas Shelby Oneshot)

Character/s: Thomas

Word Count: 1,008

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @death-of-a-mermaid @lotsoffandomrecs @woahitslucyylu @obsessedunicorn24 @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @theshelbyclan @captivatedbycillianmurphy @creativemayhems @soleil-dor @thegirlwithoutaname87

A/N: Ahh I'm sorry I've been so lacking in posts and writing!!! I thought you all deserved a non-therapy fic lol and though this was not at all any of the ideas I was planning on writing, it just sorta happened :P I don't hate it, but I'm definitely not as proud of it as other pieces. It's not my typical style, which feels a lil weird. Still, there are some lines I like a lot! This is as close to smut as I think I'll ever get, so I hope you like it! Thank you for being so patient with me and my lil break. It means the world!!!!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Gif Credit: @nofckingfighting :)

FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO. / PART THREE.

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Original sin. Not an act against god, but yourself. Going against every instinct, every moral standard you hold for yourself. A moment of self destruction, weakness, a lapse of judgement. Blinded by the gleam of a razor, a decision too enticing, too moronic not to give into. You spoiled him. Let him think he was the one in control, that he had power, that this could be anything more than a kiss, a touch, a fuck. Sweet boy, playful, but he should have known better than to fall for someone who'd rather not sink so low for him. He was the one on his knees, after all. You had ambitions, goals, wants and needs outside of being someone's emotional whore. Believing himself all powerful, all knowing, you would have thought he'd seen the signs soon enough. A life ahead of you left undecided, with no rules, no expectations. Human nature. Someone who'd shared enough nights with faces without names, this was no different.

This was another place to pass through, another person to become and shed when the time was right, another body sleep beside, nothing more, certainly something less.

Hickeys painted cross his neck. Kisses running down your back, between your thighs. Biting, nibbling, giggling between sheets, beneath the shirts you pulled off, discarding all your worries and fears, forgetting too quickly about your responsibilities. It was never supposed to last this long, go on as long as it did. An accident, the first time. A mistake. Slipping from his sheets the next morning, quiet as you could, returning before the sun peaked above the rooftops, wanting nothing more than to wash the smell of him off you. Your boss. The same man who signed your checks, at least for the time being. Taking his phone calls. Passing messages. Learning his schedule, his day to day. Pulling you through the front door, pressing you against the walls. Funny. You would have thought he tasted nothing more of whiskey and hellfire, his words nothing but blown smoke. Sweet nothings in your ear. Curious hands. Nothing but hungry, starved, willing to do anything to make your night.

It was nice, really, to be so wanted, mourned, silently searching the empty space beside him, especting your naked body, but it couldn't happen again.

Until it did. In his office. His bed. His shower before work. The back room. The fucking kitchen. Too many places, too many times a second to dress, to make yourselves presentable. Telling him what he wanted to hear, what he needed to hear. Needing to be pleased, praised, feed his ego before you could get what you wanted. Never what you wanted. A fling, something without a label, no strings attached. It was never a trick, a sceme, merely something dragging on, half alive waiting to die. Things like this, it made you stupid. In the heat of it all, made words trickle from your mouth, from his, that shouldn't have been said. Too used to getting his way, for the world to bend over backwards for him, you had to be the one on top, shoe him the only one in control of this was you. Put him in his place before it got away from him any further.

Two different realities.

One of passion, love, something more. Deranged. Almost felt sorry for him. Fooling himself, causing more pain than ever intended, slicing himself up with his own razors so willingly, so blindingly. The other, something to pass the time, to make things a little less lonely and a lot more exciting. Reality. It was never meant to be anything more. You knew who he was, what he did. You saw a man very different leave the bar than who walked in. How the glass smashed between his fingers, how he bit the bullet, chewed the barrel of a gun if he had to, the cold of his skin when the air changed. More enemies than friends. A wait list instead of a hit list. Too many bullets for a single body. You knew better than to play with fire when all you wore was gasoline. He could pretend to be careful. Thoughtful. Genuine. But he'd light his cigarette with the burning flesh of you without a second thought. Keep your distance. Never get too close, no matter how close you were. Not for a second believe the things he said. Rehearsed. Effortless. How many times had he moaned those same things? To how many unsuspecting bodies?

Catching eyes, attention. If it wasn't those eyes, it was his stride, that wicked look, or that egocentric way of thinking. Whatever it may be, it was a trap. A web they found themselves caught in before they even realized, believing he truly loved them, that they weren't his flavor of the week, that a man who had everything really needed them in his life. Show him how it felt. To be screwed over. A glimpse of what he put them through. Never taking no for an answer, he'd have to learn to sit and beg. This wasn't the place for you. Not the home, or the job, not a place you wanted to settle, to set root. You warned him, you'd be gone before he knew it. In the blink of an eye, and yet he was naive enough to fall. Tripping over himself, banging his head on the way down, catching it on a sharp corner. Believing sex was love, and love was sex. Try all he wanted, you knew the ins and outs of him. You knew him better than he knew himself. What would make him crumble, struggle to breathe, what made him tense, his jaw lock, what made him melt between your arms.

You never meant for it to happen, but you were glad it did.

Let him know what it felt like to be on the receiving end. Lord knows how many he left freezing in their sheets, believing what they had was anything more than a kiss, a touch, a fuck.

[littlehollyleaf]

So talking of finales penned by spn writers.

One of my fav comics the last few years has been Spider-Man/Deadpool, written by our very own Robbie Thompson.

Obviously, Deadpool is a character I was always gonna be fond of, since his fourth-wall breaking power / chatacter trait makes him all about the meta, and metafiction is My Jam.

Spider-Man/Deadpool has the additional fun of being about Wade and Peter's relationship specifically, which is just fun and adorable any which way, but the series also makes constant nods to the idea of them as a romantic couple (the title IS a LITERAL REFERENCE to slash fic/shipping). Never in a baity way either. The writing celebrates the idea of Spider-Man/Deadpool without ever teasing the idea it might actually happen. It's mostly Wade explicitly referencing them as a slash pairing in his various fourth-wall breaking speeches, while in the 'reality' of the universe the writing is pretty clear on the fact Peter only thinks of Wade platonically (or occasionally antagonistically :p), while Wade genuinely has an explicit romantic crush, but overall just simply respects and cares for Spider-Man as a person and primarily wants to be and have him as a friend (tho there's absolutely, deliberate, space left in the writing to imagine/fanfic a mutual romance between if you want).

(ASIDE: PETER PARKER IS NOT A KID IN THIS CURRENT VERSION OF MARVEL CANON HE IS 100% AN OF AGE ADULT, like he is in the Spiderverse film - in case anyone was freaking out)

So yeah, that's all fun and sweet and completely catering to my interests.

One of the big, big things about the characters and their relationship, though, is the fact that WADE DOES NOT KNOW SPIDER-MAN'S IDENTITY. And this quickly became one of, if not THE, things at the heart of their evolving friendship/relationship. The closer they get, the more and more you WANT Wade to find out or, better, for Peter to TELL HIM. Because you want them to reach that place of love and trust where they each know intimate things about each other, where Peter cares about and knows he can trust Wade enough to share that vulnerable truth about himself.

So, Peter telling Wade his secret identity - that's, basically, the ship/relationship endgame everyone is rooting for.

SO.

In the *cries* final storyline of the series, this whole epic Thing happens, that I won't explain cos it'll take too long. But basically, the world appears to be ending and in that context of dire and angsty straits - Peter reveals his identity to Wade! *insert Deadpool movie shock gif*

Now closer than ever, they team up with a rag tag collection of other characters to take on the Big Bad and, long story short, they discover the whole epic end of the world Thing has been a fake reality created by the real villain of the piece -

THE WRITER, aka Robbie himself!

Due a series of implausible comic book events they are able to confront and defeat him and he offers this in his defence -

and I just -

<3

aw Robbie

your supervillain origin story was... WANTING FICTIONAL CHARACTERS AND THEIR RELATIONSHIPS TO GROW?

(#relatable)

When I first read this (which was, oh, back near the very beginning of spn S15) I thought

a) amusing that an ex-spn writer is, like spn itself, writing a meta story in which the writer is the villain

b) it's funny how spn's villain writer and Robbie's villain writer both harm/manipulate their characters for the exact opposite reasons - Chuck wants to prevent the characters from developing, comic!Robbie wants to force them TO develop

(and c) I wonder if this lament over characters not being allowed to grow, and the fact that wanting to change that associates Robbie with villainy, in any way connects to... other writing jobs he may have had... before the comic...)

The tragedy, tho, is that after his defeat, as Spider-Man and Deadpool are locking comic!Robbie away, he tells them his capture doesn't matter because in the end HE WON, because Wade now knows Spider-Man's identity!!

To which we end with this -

The growth Robbie wanted was denied!

*sad face*

(I forget the in-universe explanation, if there was an explicit one - either defeating comic!Robbie and his fake world caused all memory/experience if that world to be lost/destroyed... or there was genuinely no real explanation and that in itself was a meta nod to how comic book narrative is constantly dropping/discarding/ignoring/retconning plot points in order to maintain the wider status quo of the comic universe narrative)

AND YET - while the biggest growth of learning Peter's identity was denied (presumably because, as noted above, wider comic book canon requires/insists both characters and their relationship remain in a specific, static, status quo - so the industry can keep churning out multiple comics with them without necessarily having to bother with the extra time/hassel of researching specifics of continuity - because, money), as Peter and Wade's further discussion points out, SOME development HAS happened at least. Wade has grown more moral/heroic in how he doesn't immediately kill his enemies. And Peter has come to care deeply enough about Wade to be proud of him for this and tell him so. AND they walk away together side by side, their friendship cemented.

So bottom line - the story ends. And it's not in the BEST way. It denies the readers and the characters (and the writer!) the fulfilment of that key endgame plot point.

And YET.

It manages to still be a funny, heartwarming and ultimately SATISFYING end. One that, tongue in cheek, lampshades the development the rest of the story has, in many ways, been building up to and, using metafictional tricks, tells readers in a way that is funny, entertaining and also feels somewhat apologetic, that it simply wasn't a plot the creatives involved were able to give. But offers SOME growth at least, and leaves things open enough for readers to imagine the characters are poised for more in the near future (...although due to the nature of comics that may well have been jossed by other comic book runs at this point - I haven't read any that include the characters since this title ended).

WHY am I making a longass post about this you ask?

Well

a) because the comic is great and I think more people should read it, consider this a recommend (tho sorry for spoilers!)

b) ...just ...wanted to big up Robbie Thompson for a bit. A++ Robbie, way to land an ending, both in fiction and meta, kudos to you, nice to be reminded that it can be done!

(also in case by some miracle anyone at Marvel is reading this - I said the ending was satisfying, but that doesn't mean I WOULDN'T SPEND GOOD MONEY ON A REVIVAL OF THIS TITLE IN A HEARTBEAT! just because I'm ok with the last comic being the end doesn't mean I don't WANT MORE WITH A BURNING PASSION why must you cancel all my favs?? ...*coughs* so, yes, thank you any Marvel execs for your time...)

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please bear with me while im still crying my eyes out while writing this review

Hi, I'm absolutely sleep deprived and leaking from eyes to nose from reading this absolute gem of a book. If you don't want spoilers I am so sorry but I cannot avoid screaming about every thing about this book.

CW: death of a family member, mentions of terminal illness (cancer)

Let me start by saying, I HATE CHASE BLACK WITH MY WHOLE SOUL. But wait don't curse me out yet, let me leave it at that first.

Second, MADDISON GOLDBLOOM YOU ABSOLUTE SAINT. I could never go through all of this like she did

Okay, back to Chase. Two chapters in and I am already wiping tears from my eyes in this book, okay. He is an enormous douchebag of a man and I have settled with a love/hate feeling for him until the very last page.

To explain my hate, I find it incredibly insensitive and manipulative of him to use Mad's fucking saint-like heart and good soul just to appease his dying father. I mean, she has gone through it in her past with her mom's struggle with cancer and death. I just wanted to punch him in the face for even coercing Mad to be a pawn in his stupid little game. I was crying and screaming for Mads to just run the other way and never look back on this man

But lo and behold, hot, sexy, rich man gets his way because he has sunken his claws into her by the short period of six months and hasn't let go even after half a year of their break-up

Its not all bad. I fucking love their relationship. The way Chase finally gets to see the real unfiltered Mads after they break-up has me just at the edge of my seat throwing popcorn in his face for being such a gigantic ass. Him finally seeing what he missed out on and eventually getting bonked in the head and the heart enough times to finally see he's capable of actual emotion is *chefs kiss*

I'd rate the spice 3.5/5 🌶 there wasnt a lot to like overpower the story but when it did come along, oof, sweetie the chapchae I just ate had nothing on this hotness level.

I felt bad for Ethan at first and kinda rooting for him too, because when he did decide to fight for Mad and her heart, I kinda knew he wasn't going anywhere past "more than friendly" with her. I mean, he technically had a side piece while seeing Mad so thats just a sign they weren't it for each other. BUT THEN-- THE LITTLE SHIT-- THE LITTLE BETRAYING TIGHTS WEARING LITTLE SHIT-- completely betrayed Mads out of the blue in Julian's stupid fancy ranch! It was extremely petty and I therefore want to stab his leg with a steak knife.

I don't want to as much as I can't touch on the death in the family part of the story because it just runs way too close to home since I lost my dad three years ago

But if I had the same chances as Chase had, I would do anything to make my dad proud before he was gone. Because at least I could've seen him proud of me for once.

OKAY next one: The Letters. I loved the letters Mad's mom left for her before she passed. It made my heart swell and tear in a few places because of personal experience again.

Be prepared to cry a lot. Cry for Mads. Cry for Chase's dumb ass. Cry for the Black family. Just basically cry over every chapter.

Lets be honest, we all saw the DWD being worn by Mads when it came up. It was a sweet touch and hell I questioned myself for a split second if I wanted to get married and find that soul crushing type of love Mads and Chase have. Shit, I'm a sucker for romance novels but would never seek it out in real life lmao

In conclusion, this book will make you laugh, cry, scream, cry some more, get a little flustered, and did I mention cry yet? Yeah, cry and just cry some more. Some of those tears will be happy tho! But a lot of them are heart pinching sobs too

Oh and fuck Julian and Amber. Bye! 👋

Just a few Emma Stone GIFs of how I felt for added visual:

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-10°C By Midnight

Here we go with another writing for my winter event with Charlie Weasley! I hope you like it! Thank you for your request @cutie-bug !

The following prompts were asked :

41. "There's this party… I wondered… would you go with me?"

43. "Let's spend Christmas together, and New Year's Eve… actually… actually let's spend every single evening together for the rest of our lives."

47. "I need body warmth. And you're just like a heater on two legs."

Gif not mine

Word Count : 2030

"This whole thing is getting completely out of hand!"

"I am not the one who volunteered to keep an eye on that dragon!"

"I beg your pardon? You were not complaining at first!"

"Yes, but I never thought that we would have to climb a mountain in the middle of winter and freeze to death!"

"What's going on with you anyway? Where is the ever-happy Charlie Weasley, huh? The one who thinks it's fun to get half of his hair roasted by a dragon?"

"That haircut it gave me was bloody hilarious…"

"You are utterly crazy."

"Crazy? Maybe. But suicidal? No. And I don't like getting cold. Why do you think I love dragons so much?"

"Well, this one seems to be willing to take some fresh air."

Charlie didn't answer, but merely pestered under his breath as he tripped on a root of a tiny and quite miserable-looking bush. At this altitude, and at this time of the year though, it wasn't so surprising to find the vegetation dying. You tightened your hold on your warm coat, fighting against the snowflakes that hit your face and made it so hard to see, as they got caught in your eyelashes. Despite his anger and his loud voice, the roaring wind almost covered Charlie's words. You took a look on your left, where you should have seen the proud peak of the neighbouring mountain standing tall, but for now, you could see nothing but clouds of light grey covering the whole world. A shiver shook your whole frame, and your teeth chattered for a moment, until you clenched your jaw tightly enough to stop any movement. You saw Charlie slipping on snow again, but this time, he fell head first in the snow.

"Are you okay?" you asked with concern in your voice.

"Yeah… yeah," he replied with an annoyed tone.

"This is getting ridiculous," you shook your head. "We should go back."

You had to shout for your voice to be heard through what had turned into a blizzard, the wind cutting your cheeks as sharply as a knife.

But Charlie checked the watch at his wrist, and it was his time to shake his head.

"No hope left. We can't go back, we won't have reached any shelter before night would fall. Which, in this weather, means serious trouble."

"What should we do then?"

"Find shelter."

"How do we do that?"

"We trust our luck."

"That doesn't sound like much of a plan!"

"You have a better idea? Cause then, I'll take it!"

"I don't know…"

"We should try to find shelter. We already know that we didn't come across anything that could remotely be used as that when we climbed up here. Our only chance is to keep going."

You heaved a sigh. You wished you could find something else to do to get out of this dangerous situation, but your mind was desperately blank.

"I have a bad feeling about this," you mumbled under your breath.

"Considering that it's your fault if we're here, you'd better shut it."

"Hey! Weasley! Language!"

"Y/L/N! Since when are you so offended!?" he laughed at your face, mimicking your tone in a ridiculous way.

He had this smug little smirk on his face again. The one he always had when he joked. The one that never failed to make your heart leap in your chest. And despite the cold weather, and your certainty that you had been turned into an ice-cube by now, you could feel your heart jump in your chest nonetheless. Really, this man had too much effect on you…

But did you have a choice? Hell no. If you had you would have never developed such feelings for the red-haired man who walked before you in the snow. Not when you knew that he liked another woman…

Stephany. The beautiful and woman-like Stephany. You were not exactly sexy, dressed 99% of your time either in pyjamas or large clothes that you needed to work with magical creatures. Hard to look at your best then, you guessed. Although, you were not sure that some make-up and fit clothes would make any difference in that matter…

Stephany was the archetype of attractive. You were the archetype of… common.

Lost in your own thought – and misery of unrequited love – you tripped on a stone hidden by the thick layer of snow, and fell, your hands sinking in the soft ice past your wrists. You didn't have any time to get up again, as Charlie was bending down to help you, worry painted all over his face.

"Are you okay?"

Your jaw was shaken by the cold, and you needed a moment to be able to answer as your teeth went through another one of their chattering crises.

"I'm… fine," you stuttered, shivering more than ever.

But his usually cool looks were replaced by a frown of worry now. He took your hands in his, and despite your gloves and his, he knew that they were frozen.

"We need to find shelter, you're so cold, Y/N…"

"I had noticed," you snorted.

"Come on, stay close to me."

He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and helped you up the slope of the mountain again. And the way your heart raced because of how close he held you made your brain freeze too, unable to make any thought anymore and to ask why Charlie was suddenly being so over-protective. Instead, you merely followed him through the storm.

It took the two of you thirty more minutes to reach a little cavern that was wide enough to be used as shelter.

"Here, sit down," he commanded in a soft but firm voice.

"Charlie… I'm so cold," you complained, your voice growing weak.

"I know, it's okay. We're out of the storm now."

He went outside, and your eyes grew round as you watched him walk away.

"Charlie?! Charlie!"

But he ignored you, and was not back before several minutes, with a few bits of wood that he gathered at the centre of the little cave. He was shivering too by now, his red lock drenched with melted snow falling before his eyes.

He took out his wand, and quickly lit up a fire, before summoning some warm wind that he blew on your face, warming you up instantly.

"Thank you," you smiled.

He dried his hair, before scooting next to you.

"Are you okay?" he asked with concern.

"I'll survive."

"Not so sure about that…"

"I don't like it when you're the pessimist one. Really. I don't like it at all… It doesn't suit you."

"Well… looks like we're switching roles for once."

"Do you really think that we could die here?"

"No," he reassured you. "Maybe lose a toe or two though…"

"Charlie!"

"I'm just kidding."

You fell silent, and the two of you remained there, quiet in the cavern while the blizzard roared outside. Night slowly fell upon the world, and you and Charlie shared the sandwiches you never failed to carry with you whenever you went in the wild. Clearly, you were right to have caught that habit.

You were starting to feel sleepy when you checked the time on your wristwatch. It was almost midnight.

"How cold do you think it is?" you asked Charlie out of the blue.

He shrugged, blowing in his gloves to warm up his numb face.

"Around… -10…"

"What? Celsius?'

"Yup…"

"Damn, that's cold…"

"I know. But we'll be fine."

"See, the optimistic role suits you so much better than me!"

He chuckled.

"And well… better bring you back with all your toes, or Stephany might want to kill me," you joked.

But instead of laughing, or worse, blushing, Charlie merely looked at you with a puzzled expression.

"What does Stephany have anything to do with me?" he asked, clearly confused.

"Well… I don't know… rumours…"

But you stopped mid-sentence, and he had to insist for you to go on.

"I'm listening, Y/N."

"Rumours speak of you two… you know…"

"No, I don't know."

"Apparently, she likes you. And you like her."

He looked at you with round eyes and an aghast face for a moment, before exploding with laughter.

"Stephany?! You think I like Stephany?!"

He kept on laughing loudly, loudly enough for his laughter to cover all sounds of the storm, and he soon had to wipe the tears out of his eyes.

But you weren't really paying attention to his very happy and contagious laugh. Instead, you were trying to process the meaning of his words…

Did that mean that he… didn't… like Stephany?

"So you… don't like her?" you asked shyly.

"Of course not! I mean… she's… beautiful, but… hell, is she boring!"

"Really? You think she's boring?"

"Of course! I mean… looks like she can only talk about gossips, and make-up and clothes and… I don't like that kind of women at all. I like… I like women with humour, and who aren't afraid to say what they think and are generous and hilarious and brave and… much more like…"

His eyes rose from the dancing flames to meet yours, and it seemed that he had captured your very soul.

"Someone more like you, actually."

Your jaw dropped and you must have looked rather funny, because despite his reddening cheeks, Charlie was smiling. You couldn't find a way to care about your dumbstruck look though. You were too shocked to think about anything at all.

"What… what do you mean?" you asked in a shaking breath.

"I mean…"

He bit down on his lower lip in hesitation, but spoke again, eventually.

"You know… There's this party… With my family, for Christmas, and I was wondering… I mean… I wondered… would you go with me?"

"You want me to go with you to see your family?" you repeated his words, too shocked to believe in them.

"Yeah… is that too much?" he asked, narrowing his eyes in an attempt to determine if you were mad at him or not.

But you were not mad at all, you were simply too shocked… perhaps you had hit your head at one point, or the cold had frozen all your braincells… you didn't know the scientific explanation for your behaviour, but what you knew was that you couldn't find a way to speak for a long moment.

"It's okay if you don't want to," he reassured you. "I mean… I… would really like you to come, but if you don't feel like it, it's alright. We'll still be friends then, as you… you don't seem to feel the same as I do."

"Feel? Same? You?"

Here it was… you had reached the next stage of insanity and were now unable to formulate proper sentences, wonderful…

"I like you," he confessed. "A lot. I don't like Stephany at all."

"But…"

He raised an eyebrow.

"But what?"

"I'm not like Stephany at all…"

"Which is precisely why I like you and not her."

You exchanged a warm smile. He reached for your hand, and you let him wrap his fingers around yours.

"Y/N, let's… please come to this party with me," he asked in a shaking breath, his eyes too intense for you to have even just a chance to look away. "Let's spend Christmas together, and New Year's Eve… actually… actually let's spend every single evening together for the rest of our lives."

You grinned, nodding your head as your throat was too tight with emotions to form any word.

"What do you say?"

You shivered because of the cold again, and you hesitated to answer with an earnest and excited 'yes!'. But you couldn't let him get away with the last clever word, could you?

"I think… I think I need body warmth. And you're just like a heater on two legs."

He let out a bright wave of laughter, before he opened his arms for you to find refuge in his warm embrace.

"So… if we survive to this cold night… should I take it as a yes?" he asked in a whisper in your ear, making you grin.

"Yes, Charlie. You should."

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Edges (John Shelby Oneshot)

Character/s: John

Word Count: 992

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A/N: I'm not even really sure what this is? Ya gurl had a bad day after a few good days, and it kinda feels like slipping? If that makes sense? Like one step forward, two steps back.... Writing always makes me feel better though, so I did just that. I wasn't going to include the tag list, but I always feel bad not including it. I completely understand if you don't read this :) This is also my 200th fic which is absolutely insane and the start of a third part to the fic masterlist! I promise my next one will be a real story with actual plot, and something I can really be proud of, but for now it's just for therapy. If you do decide to read it, feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜💖💜💖💜

Gif Credit: @deeptheon :)

FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO.

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The realization seeps into your skin, and the sudden urge to run takes over. It's desperate, animalistic, feral. The whining, the crying, the pleading without words. There's nothing left to say, nothing left to prove your innocence, explain the things bubbling beneath your skull. A language barrier between you. Screams falling on deaf ears. Instead, there is only sound. Incoherent. Scared. Inconsolable. It's angry. Red. Sharp. But it is never weak. The crushing weight on your body, splintering bones, bursting blood vessels: the world will never be big enough. The skin you've scrubbed one too many times, shrunken, tight, will never be something you can escape from. The house, with its patchwork walls, it's sharp corners nicking your flesh, taking too much of you, will always be suffocating. There is takes chunks, leaving you full of holes, maybe even holy. It makes everything so hard to feel, and yet the only thing you wish is to feel nothing at all. This life chosen by others for nothing but selfish reasons. Something so full of expectations, of sorrow, so full of dread.

So full of so much.

You're sure, though, if someone cut you right down the middle, there would be nothing.

You were always looking. He could see that better than anyone else, not that he had to pay close attention. Your eyes wandered effortlessly, mindlessly, searching for something he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to see. Drawn away from the rest of the world. The edge of the Earth. Somewhere to step off. Fall into. You weren't sure what to expect, only that it would be boundless. Weightless. Infinite. No time to think, to question, to turn around and change your mind. Eyes closed. One step. It was all you wanted, to be where the edge of the universe slept. To sink beside it, tuck yourself in, and never wake up again. Melt. Liquefy. A chance to be beautiful for the very first time.

It was hard to describe. Everything was these days.

Still, he wished when he looked at you, he found you, he was seeing you, and not all the things you were in search of.

Too many wishes, too few stars. You went in search for little pieces of the universe, placebos, trying to get the closest you could to that eventual feeling. Holding your breath in the tub, unable to hear his banging on the door, his voice unfamiliar. Full of panic. Bursting through the soapy waters, the doorway, panting, clawing at the air, your lungs burning. The numb, the difference, the gate between you and the world, that's what it was. Sleepy eyes, a mouthful of yawns, urging you inside, to bed, before the storm got any worse. The thunder spoke, leading you to the edge, down a trail with no end, leaving breadcrumbs. The lightning igniting something in your bones, rattling you to your core with excitement, with a buzz unlike anything else. Finally, something you understood. Whispers carried by the wind through stringy twigs and sturdy tree trunks. Tripping over yourself, over rocks and roots, escaping the path. He followed after you, trying not to trip, to fall in a hole and never find his way out. He wished, for one second, when he took his eyes off you, he'd find you right where he left you. You wished he would open his mind.

Some days it was easier to ignore. The words, the whispers, the impulse to follow it. You couldn't take off, not like that, not whenever you wanted. The itch wouldn't feel so deep, so ingrown. The weight easier to carry, to drag around behind you like your own shadow. Play pretend. Paint a smile on your face. Slip out of bed, convince yourself the day would be good, kind, gentle. That you would do all the things you neglected to do. Make the bed. Wash the dishes. Face the day. Sit at the table, keep your head down, focus on all the things the rest of the world called important, priority. Be responsible. Check off all the boxes. You never lasted long, though. The tedious tasks of the mundane made it hurt even more. It made your gums bleed, your teeth rot, your head pound. It was excruciating. It made life feel too short, too small, yours, specifically, too insignificant. As much as he wanted things to be okay, to play pretend in a toy house, to live a life as bleak and beige as the wallpaper, it pained him to see you hold yourself down, knuckles white, choking on every sob and laugh. He could talk himself into loving that, but it would leave nothing but scars.

One day he'd get a call. He knew, he was expecting it. In the middle of the night, in the office, at the bar where whiskey stirred in his gut. It would happen one day. Someone without a name would tell him you did it, you finally did it: you found the edge of the universe. John realized a long time ago you never belonged to him. You were not his to hold, to keep, to lock away. You weren't his, but the stars. Too many parts of you made of stardust and soil, ocean waves and desert sand. You were the places and experiences he could only imagine. You were war and famine, death and conquest, wrath and pride. You were the unfamiliar, and nostalgia. Mother Nature kissed your cheeks, she put you together personally. Whatever you were looking for, whatever you chose to follow, you'd find it one day, because it wanted you to. He saw you for who and what you were, he heard the voices, pleading, begging, so sweet in your ear. As much as he wanted to follow you there, to the end, he knew it wasn't his place. An act like that would only hold you back.

Until then, he could only ever trail behind.