#why not the mother of my kid who ruins every life she touches. who ruined me mentally emotionally sexually.

[justtogetthrough]

Look I know humans need to be individually strong and able to function independently etc and stuff but also humans evolved to be in groups too and I don't have a group, I've spent 95% of my life without a group, and I just so desperately want someone to be as attached to me as I am to them. I have spent my whole life lonely by myself on the outside looking in and I don't want to be here anymore. I've experienced what it felt like to be inside a group now and this loneliness feels even worse now that I know what it felt like to belong.

[theyluvkarolina]

౨ৎ TOUCH TANK ౨ৎ

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SUMMARY౨ৎ  Being a single mother after your ex broke things off after your daughter was born was hard, especially with your busy schedule. But with Daniel being there for every step of the way and becoming a father figure for your daughter, you wouldn’t change anything. That was until new fans began to attack you for being wwith him and how he deserves someone who isn’t “ruined”. But Daniel reassures you he wouldn’t be the one to change anything.

PAIRING ౨ৎ Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Mom!Reader

WARNINGS ౨ৎ kids, self doubt and insecurity (turns to comfort), small hate from weirdos online, intoxication (nothing bad happens!! just a bit tipsy). (Reader is in late 20’s early 30’s!! No confirmed age)

A/N ౨ৎ i never wrote for danny before, and i’m trying to improve my other writing skills!

PS. “Touch Tank” is about finding a partner that loves you no matter what you look like and loves you for you 🩷

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username1 STOP IT NOT LITTLE VIVVY AND LANDO GETTING THEIR FIRST WINS BOTH IN MIAMI :((

username2 NOT BECAUSE THE WAY SHE WAS JUMPING UP AND DOWN IN THE RED BULL GARAGE SEEING LANDO WIN 😭🩷

danielricciardo ✔︎ Vivvy is all grown up now 🥲 so happy i got to watch her win her first karting race ❤️

→ y/n_l/nredbull ✔︎ are we going to ignore how you tried like a baby when she held her little trophy? → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ video evidence??? 👀 → y/n_l/nredbull ✔︎ sorry max, but i won’t expose the loml like this (i’ll show you it later) → danielricciardo ✔︎ this is still my replies you know 🙄 → y/n_l/nredbull ✔︎ it wasn’t me it was vivvy that wrote that → danielricciardo ✔︎ yes because Vivvy knows that your password on your phone is the year we meet. → username3 daniel being there for Vivvy and y/n since her douche of a ex left her is my roman empire. → username4 no because the way he stepped up and basically said “you’re not gonna the father in her life? fine, i’ll be it then.”

danielricciardo ✔︎ …questioning those last few photos… 🤔

→ y/n_l/nredbull ✔︎ why?? they are perfection 😞 → maxverstappen1 ✔︎ perfection is a bit of a over statement…

landonorris ✔︎ thanks mum 😋

→ y/n_l/nredbull ✔︎ anything for my son ❤️ → username5 isn’t he like two years younger than you?? → landonorris ✔︎ no i was actually birthed from her daniel has proof → danielricciardo ✔︎ don’t drag me into this. → landonorris ✔︎ okay daddy 😏 → danielricciardo ✔︎ i’m reporting to hr i feel like i need a trusted adult → username6 daniel, you are a trusted adult??? bro is 34 😭 → danielricciardo ✔︎ @ y/n_l/nredbull help me i’m being harassed by people other than vivvy and lando

username7 hey!! i’m now to f1, can anyone explain how daniel, y/n, and vivvy came to be??

→ username8 y/n and daniel met when he was still in redbull and she’s (still) a engineer! they became really good friends while daniel was there and liked y/n but she was in a relationship with a asshole that i won’t spare the details of. He cheated on her multiple times and y/n decided to cut the ties with him once Y/N ended up having Genevieve (Vivvy/Viv). Daniel was there for Y/N and Vivvy and basically stepped up as a father figure to Vivvy growing up and they began dating and here we are now!! → username9 stop that is so sweet 😭😭 → username10 idk it just feels like she was using danny to get viv to have a father in her life → username11 okay @ username10 lets just forget that daniel liked y/n for YEARS and let’s just think that y/n has no job for FUCKING REDBULL and was begging daniel to take her and viv in!!

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danielricciardo not my best race, but happy to have my good luck charms here ❤️ (congrats to laaaaannnndooooo noooooorriiiiissss for his first win)

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username12 daniel avacodo come back is coming guys dw

→ username13 that’s what we said last year 😞

username14 HELLO THE Y/N PHOTO???

username15 MOMMY? SORRY. MOMMY? SORRY. MOMMY?

landonorris ✔︎ my eyes have been blinded by the most unthinkable photo you can show of my adoptive mother.

→ danielricciardo ✔︎ if I can see how fine she is, so does the whole world 🥴

username16 girlie is smart AND fucking hot???

→ username17 milf fr → username18 i love women in stem 😩

username19 damn how did daniel bag such a fine woman

→ username20 fine woman?? homegirl has stretch marks and looks like she hasn’t had sleep in days. she’s lucky daniel posted a good photo of her → username21 he could choose anyone but he choose the woman that only picked him so her kid has a father 🤢 → username22 shaming a MOTHER who BIRTHED A CHILD for how she looks like and saying that she doesn’t lover her partner is the lowest of the lows.

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Real Life

Miami, also known as the Magic City, is a place where the excitement never stops, and the nightlife is always lively. The city is filled with vibrant clubs where the music never seems to quiet down, and the clinking of glasses creates its own unique rhythm. In honor of the race in Miami and Lando's first win, the entire grid decided to gather at a well-established, extravagant club.

To be completely honest, nightclubs were never your cup of tea. The deafening noise, pulsating music, and perspiring individuals dancing into the early hours of the morning, not to mention the sticky floors from spilled drinks, never really appealed to you. When you were pregnant with Vivvy, being able to use the "I'm pregnant" excuse was a blessing, but now, you find yourself preparing to accompany the other drivers' girlfriends for a so-called "girls' night" at the same club. 

Lately, the comments people have been leaving on your feeds getting on your nerves. About being manipulative to Daniel for only using him for Vivvy to have a father in her life, to get that you are "too old" for him, even receiving comments that you don't deserve to be with him because you weren't "up to the standards of other men in Formula 1" which were repulsive, to say the least, but... now those thoughts began to consume your mind. As you glanced in the mirror, your eyes trailing over each curve of your body, the wrinkles of your face-

"What's all this?" a voice interrupts your thoughts, and you look up to see Daniel, wearing a smirk on his face as he leans against the bathroom door.

You let out a sigh, trying to hide the scowl you were giving yourself. "The girls managed to convince me to join them for the night. They kept insisting that I need to let loose and have some fun," you explain, adjusting your lip liner.

"Maybe they're right. You sound like a grandma," Daniel teases, and you raise an eyebrow in response. "I'm just saying that maybe it would be good for you. Relax, spend some time with the girls," he adds, offering a supportive perspective.

"What about you? Are you going to go and hang out with Max and the others?" You questioned, turning over to look at him, your eyes meeting his chocolate brown ones. Daniel shook his head.

"Not tonight. " He comments with a slight shake of his head, curls bouncing. "Besides, it's your time to have fun, and who'll look after Vivvy?"

"Danny, you aren't obligated to-"

"I know. But I'm the one that wants to spend time with her." Daniel reassures. You smile at him before turning back to the mirror. A slight frown forms on your lips the more you look at your reflection.

"What's with that frown?" Daniel's smile shifts as he sees you look over each crevasse of yourself as he walks over and wraps his arms around your waist.

"Can I ask you something?" You start, placing your hands over his, caressing your thumb over his hand.

"Anything."

"Why me? You... you have anyone you can choose from, Danny. Those models that come knocking at your door at any opportunity, the actresses, the singers, all these beautiful women that have it all and are stunning. And everyone says how perfect they are for you... so, why me?"

"Y/N... look at me," Daniel says, turning you to face him. "I chose you because-"

Before Daniel can respond, the doorbell rings and the bathroom door swings open, Vivvy excitedly rushes into the bathroom, socks sliding on the tile and eventually bumping into Daniel's leg. "Mommy! Aunt Kelly is here, and Miss Alexandra, and Miss Rebecca, are here! They're waiting for you! Oh, and they brought presents!" she exclaims, her eyes sparkling with excitement, as Daniel picks her up, securing her in one arm.

"Well, it's rude not to say hello, right? Come on!" Daniel grins at her, using his other to ruffle her head. Vivvy let out a squeal along with a "Danny! Stop it!" leaving her lips with some giggles. You quickly put on some lipgloss before rushing out to meet everyone else.

"Guys, you didn't have to get anything-" You start as Vivvy reaches out for the gift from Rebecca, but she quickly shoots it down.

"Oh please Y/N, it's nothing! Besides, we love Vivvy! It's hard to not get anything for her when she looks at us with those big eyes..." Rebecca explained, beaming from ear to ear as she fixed Vivvy's hair after being messed up by Daniel. You exhaled, Rebecca's bright expression beginning to make your own eyes crinkle.

"Alright, Danny, no sweets before bed, be sure she brushes her teeth, and-"

"Make sure she gets in bed before 8:45. I know, I know. It's nothing new." Daniel replies, rolling his amber eyes in a joking manner. The girls begin saying goodbye, stepping back outside the door, but Daniel grabs your hand making you pause. 

"We'll talk about that question later. Okay?" He says, making you blink. "Now go have fun."

You quickly give Vivvy and Daniel a kiss, the door closing.

"Well, Vivvy, it's just you and me now. Let's get this movie night started."

"Yay!"

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"Hey, Danny?" Vivvy's voice interrupts Daniel as they both sit on the couch, movie playing in the background.

"Yes, Vivvy?" Daniel turns to look at her, his eyes filled with warmth and affection.

"Do you love Mommy and me?" Vivvy's innocent question catches Daniel off guard, but the shock in his eyes soon turn to tenderness as he takes a moment to formulate his response.

"Of course, I love you both very much," Daniel replies, his voice filled with sincerity and love. "You and your mommy mean the world to me." Vivvy smiles contentedly, snuggling into her blanket as she listens to Daniel's reassuring words.

“Did i ever tell you on how we met?” He questions, moving her little strands of hair away from her face.

“A lot.” Vivvy mumbles, voice muffled from the soft material she’s clinging to.

“Well, how about I start from the very beginning?”

“Not again…”

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Real Life

As the night wore on, the club's vibrant atmosphere seemed to seep into your very bones. Despite your initial reluctance, the pulsating music and the infectious energy of the girls pulled you in. Kelly, Alexandra, and Rebecca kept you on the dance floor, and you found yourself laughing more than you had in a long time. Drinks were shared, stories exchanged, and for a few hours, you forgot all about the comments and the insecurities that had been weighing you down.

But now, as you stumbled through the front door of your home, the effects of the night were starting to catch up with you. The room swaying slightly, and you had to steady yourself against the wall. The house was quiet, except for the soft hum of the television coming from the living room. You made your way toward the sound, the familiar warmth of the home drawing you in.

Daniel was on the couch, a sleeping Vivvy curled up next to him, her little head resting on his lap. He looked up as you entered, a gentle smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, there you are," he said softly, careful not to wake Vivvy. "Did you have fun?"

You nodded, the room still spinning a bit. "Yeah, I did. But I think I might have had one too many drinks." You giggled, trying to keep your balance as you approached the couch.

Daniel chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Sounds like a successful girls' night."

You plopped down next to him, your head resting on his shoulder. "It was. But... Danny, can I ask you something?" Your voice unsteady slightly, due to the mix of alcohol and lingering doubt.

"Of course," he replied, turning to face you, his expression becoming serious as he sensed the change in your tone.

You took a deep breath, the question that had been haunting you slipping out before you could stop it. "Do you really love me? Even though I have Vivvy and... I'm not as young or as glamorous as those other women you could be with?"

Daniel's eyes softened, and he reached out to gently cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Y/N, I love you more than anything. And Vivvy... she's not just your daughter, she's our daughter. You two are my family."

"But all those people say—" you started, but Daniel cut you off with a gentle kiss, silencing your doubts.

"Don't listen to them," he whispered against your lips. "They don't know us. They don't know how much you mean to me, how much Vivvy means to me. You're the one I chose, and I wouldn't trade you for anyone in the world."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but they were tears of relief and happiness. "Thank you, Danny. I needed to hear that."

He pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you close. "Anytime. Now, how about we get you to bed?"

You nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. As Daniel helped you up and guided you to the bedroom, you glanced back at the couch where Vivvy was still sound asleep. Your heart swelled with love and gratitude.

"Goodnight, Vivvy," you whispered softly.

Daniel smiled as he tucked you into bed, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Goodnight, Viv," he said, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before leaving to get Vivvy into her own bed.

As you drifted off to sleep, the lingering doubts and insecurities melted away, replaced by the comforting knowledge that you were exactly where you were meant to be – in the arms of the man who loved you and the family you had built together.

[tartarusknight]

I want more platonic stobin and bisexualy disaster Steve and gay disaster Eddie in my life. So I wrote some :)

Steve wanted to scream as he tried the handle again. "Steve. Steve!" Robin pulled him away from the door. "They aren't opening the door, and you're just gonna break the handle. Keith already hates your guts. Don't make it worse." She pointed out, weirdly calm about all of this. "Plus, it's not like we don't share space normally." She says and sinks down to the floor, tugging him down with her.

Steve looked at the door, "Why can't they accept that we're only ever going to be platonic?" He asks and runs a ran through his hair. He was sick of this. Of the comments and the teasing. It stresses him out.

They kept pushing the two of them together, and Steve was worried that it could mess up what friendship he had with Robin. Because Steve's used to messing up and hurting someone, and he really doesn't want to hurt Robin. He has nightmares of outing her by accident and ruining her life. It terrifies him.

"Steve, come on, it's okay. It's just a stupid bathroom. We've shared a bathroom stall. This is bigger than that." She jokes, and he pulls his knees up to his chest.

"I can't do this, Rob." He admits and watches her freeze. Her walls climbed up like he said something really stupid. "I'm sorry, but I'm just-"

She cuts him off, "I get it. You don't want to deal with the backlash of being a lesbian's friend." She says, and he blinks.

"What? No! I don't want to say the wrong thing. I get bitchy when I'm annoyed and I'm easily annoyed when I'm stressed. And I'm stressed! So I don't - I can't be the one to out you. I can't mess that up for you." He says, and it's nice to finally admit his fears.

Robin blinks at him, "That's what- Steve, that's what bothers you about all this?"

Steve nods, "I mess up everything I touch. I can't do that to you, I won't do that to you. Honestly, you should probably find better friends. One who thinks with his brai-"

"Shut up." Robin snaps, and he stops speaking. Looking at her with wide eyes. "You can't talk about my best friend that way. I won't let you," She states.

"You're best friend?"

Her eyes soften, "yeah dingus. Who else would be my best friend? We're soulmates," She decides, and he's confused because she sounds like she means it. "Platonic, with a capital p, soulmates."

He swallows back a ball of emotion, "even if all the kids I babysit-"

"Mother."

"Babysit," he stresses, and she smiles. "Try to get us together at every opportunity and won't believe that we aren't in love. Or that I'm in love with you at the least. I think you're better off because you call me dingus more than my name," he mused.

Robin sighed, "I won't say that it's not annoying. But I'm used to dodging questions about boys, and this way... with you, I have someone to be myself with. That's more important to me than some stupid preteens who think locking us in a bathroom would get us together."

Steve smiles, "last time we shared a bathroom did go pretty well, honestly." She knocked her knee into his. He glanced over at the door. "Do you think they'll give up?"

Robin snorts, "Dustin's more invested in your love life than you are. I don't think he'll give up unless you're dating someone else or the truth comes out."

Steve sighed, chewing his lower lip until something clicked in his head. "What If I come out?"

Robin blinked, "you- what?"

Steve nodded, "I mean I like both but I could just say I favor guys." He shrugs, "it's not like they could disprove it since it's mostly true."

Robin stared at him, "Steve... since when did you- what? Steve oh my god," She shifted onto her knees and slammed into him. "Since fucking when! Why didn't you ever tell me!"

Steve raised an eyebrow, "what do you mean since when? I literally point out hot guys all the time! When we watched watched Rocky Horror, I said Tim Curry was sexy!"

She shook his shoulders, "you did no such thing! You ask if I also think a guy is hot and you said- oh." It clicks for her and she falls back on her ass. She covers her face, "holy shit."

Steve smirks, "holy shit."

A giggle escapes her lips, "you so have a type."

"Shut up," he groans.

But before they can really dig into it, there's a loud knock on the door. "We're gonna open the door in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" The door swings in a Dustin's hand is over his eyes like he's gonna be scarred at the sight of them.

"We're literally just sitting on the floor Henderson. Not having freaky bathroom sex," Steve rolls his eyes and stands, Robin following suit.

Dustin looks upset like he expect his plan to work. "I don't get it." Steve ruffles his hair as he passes the kid. Robin lets out a small laugh as she stretches her limbs like she had been stuck in there for more than just 15 minutes. Steve turns, and she locks eyes with him, a silent question.

"Kid, I've said this a million times, but I'll say it one more time." He glances at the other kids that had either always been there or gotten here at some point since he'd been locked into the bathroom. "Robin and I will never date. She and I have no romantic feelings for each other. And if you pull this shit when we're at work again, I'll kill you."

"It's not like it was hard to figure out how to check someone out," Max shrugged and Steve huffed at her nonchalant grin from behind the counter.

Steve ushers the kids out from behind the counter before taking his normal spot, looking around at the empty store. Robin moves and bumps shoulders with him. "Platonic feelings only." She gestures between them.

Dustin groan, "I just don't get why!"

Steve glances at Robin, "because I'm too gay for her." He states and everyone goes quiet. "Honestly boobies are so high school." He winks at Robin who looks at him like he's bravely stupid.

"Wait but you dated Nancy?" Mike questioned arms over his chest.

Steve rolled his eyes, "so? I am more picky on who I date. Doesn't matter the gender. Robin doesn't tick my boxes."

"But she should!" Dustin complains and Robin groans.

But then Steve sees someone in the windows, heading towards the doors to Family video. "My type is more," and he just gestures just as the door dings to call their attention to the newcomer.

Eddie Munson glances at the kids and then at Steve. "Sheepies," he says. Eyebrows raised in confusion at the eyes on him. Eddie glanced at Steve, "Harrington, you break the kids?" He asks as all the kids continue to stare at him as he moves to the horror section.

Steve waves his hand, like he can brush off the confusion. "Nah, they're just shocked that I'm not completely in love with Birdie over here."

Everyone's jaw is on the floor as Steve leans his arms on the counter, not even bothering to hide the way he checks Eddie out when the man looks away. "Right," Eddie sighs and grabs a movie. "Well, not everyone's type is jocks." Eddie teases slightly, having warmed up to Steve little by little when Steve picks the kids up from Hellfire.

Steve takes the movie from Eddie, giving him his one free movie he gets for the week and hands it back to Eddie without charging him. "I'll win ya over." He winks, and Eddie's eyes go a little wide.

Eyes glanced around like he could ask if anyone else saw that. "Um, well, yeah, how-how much for the-"

"Consider it on me." Steve waved his hand and then leaned more into Eddie's space, "I haven't seen this one yet."

Eddie swallows, "You should check it out. It's, uh, pretty good."

Steve smiles, "I'm shit with horror, maybe if I had someone to hold my hand through it." He sighs overdramatically, then snaps, "Oh, I know! If you're not busy we could watch it together. I mean, it seems like a scary metalhead like yourself would be capable of holding my hand through the jump scares."

Eddie's eyes are blinking rapidly, "it's for the boys." He says, looking lost. Steve frowns, and Eddie jumps into action, "But I could-" He stops himself and groans. "I've got to- plans- fuck-" He stumbles and practically smacks into the door in his rush to leave family video.

Steve sighs and leans his head down on the counter. Robin pats his back, "I miss my whiteboard." She sighs and he looks up to glare at her.

[depresssant]

'it's an american wedding. they don't mean too much. we were so in love.'

yandere!gojo x reader

synopsis : a simple senior year predicament landed you in a cage you were sure was bound to drive you insane.

it was always survival over luxury for you

amongst the rich kids, you were like a penny in a pile of a hundred dollar bills. seeing people with expensive cars and brand clothes that probably cost thousands of dollars never really mattered to you. you came from a very poor background and it never really mattered to you because there was nothing wrong with being poor. you really couldn't care less since some people were just unlucky. like you.

however, you didn't know what you were doing in a place like this.

everybody deserved the chance to climb out of poverty to live a good life. that was a belief you held onto firmly because it was the only thing that you kept you going, but you did not belong in an estate like this.

but now here you were, and you couldn't regret it more than you did right now.

"what the hell, satoru?"

the bane of your existence tilted his head and furrowed his brows in that manner that captured the hearts of everyone. if only they saw. if only they knew. if only they realized who this wolf in sheep's clothing truly was⏤that this persona of a kind, cheerful, and loving guy everybody knew and loved wasn't who he truly was. he was the devil walking amongst humans, and he was fooling them all.

"what?" he asked all innocently with his teasing grin and flirty eyes that finally weren't hidden behind those sunglasses that he wore everywhere.

"dinner with my mom? what the hell is wrong with you?"

"she invited me over, babe. what was i supposed to do? reject her offer?"

gosh, he was insufferable. he knew exactly what he was doing, but didn't want to admit it. the idea of his new, profound actions had made that pit of unease which settled in your stomach grow with each little skin-crawling thing he did.

this wolf sauntered around helpless sheep, picking them out one by one until he reached his prey. you. the thing was, you didn't know why he was so fixated on you.

that was the worse part.

he was out to get you, and you couldn't do anything but wait.

and satoru had now picked out your mother.

"leave her alone! she's got nothing to do with this!" you hissed out like a feral cat, but you were good at controlling your emotions. this rolling stone just managed to bring out the worst in you⏤the ugly you didn't know existed.

satoru laughed and wrapped his arms around you in a suffocating hug as he smothered himself into the crook of your neck. "relax." his arms tightened the second you tried to move around. it was a warning. "is it wrong for me to meet my wife's mom? besides, your mom is an amazing cook. i can see where you got your skills from."

your mom.

the three days since you hadn't seen her felt like an eternity. was she worried? was she lonely? was she concerned about this “friend” you were having a sleepover with? considering your history, you wouldn't be surprised if she tore up the entire neighborhood looking for you before you were finally allowed to message her.

satoru's attention on you was like working a full time job in which you only clocked out when you fell asleep. even then, he found ways to ruin it for you, either with his helicopter behavior or die hard need to be touching you every second of the day.

your silence was something he didn't like, so he squeezed your body under his hold. that was enough of a threat. holding back a sigh, you reluctantly returned to running your fingers through his silky, pure snow-colored hair that surrounded his beautiful face like a halo. how could a person this beautiful be so vile?

if only you could save your mother from his poisonous claws.

"you know, your mother told me a few things about you."

"... what did she say?"

his sapphire blue eyes flicked up to stare into your eyes, and time came to a standstill when he smiled. he smiled like an angel but loved like the devil. if the devil could even love. you didn't want to admit that every time you looked into his eyes, your breath halted like the world around you. it went against your deep-rooted hate for him, but you'd be damned if you didn't crumble like ash when he set you on fire with his mere gaze.

satoru explained how your mother gushed and ranted on about how hard-working you were, how you were kind and caring, and how you needed a partner who would support you when times got difficult. he teased you about baby pictures of you, and you questioned whether this really was the same scrawny guy you saved from a bunch of bullies.

back then, he looked completely different from how he did right now. he wasn't some hot jock with a body that girls fan-girled over, no. he was a tall and scrawny kid with broken glasses, a busted lip, and bruises that told you he was clearly being bullied by his peers.

that fateful summer day, you were just taking a stroll through the neighborhood when he came tumbling towards you with four kids you knew all too well. ordering satoru to get behind you, you had beaten the crap out of everyone of those guys and patched him up at your home before walking him all the way back to his house.

he had vowed to meet you again, and well, he had done it.

that kid was so much more different than the guy you knew now, and you would be lying if you said you didn't feel a little solemn about it. he had changed for the worse. you should've know that when he made another appearance in your life. those four guys had disappeared.

satoru just followed you around like a bubbly guy trying to rope a grumpy and moody girl into a friendship, but you could do nothing but regret it now. he tailed you around to get evidence of you and your illegal “activities”. to threaten you.

you wished you never even saved him from those bullies that day. the thing was that you got into tussle with the police quite a lot. you got into fights a lot and had landed up in jail for the fifth time before getting released on probation. the deal was three strikes and you would land up in the slammer permanently. you were two strikes in when satoru got a video of you in a fight...

he used it to threaten you.

that was three months into school, and he had wound up with you in an abandoned warehouse near the place holding a party where the two of you were. he proposed his deal leading to you nearly going ballistic, but those three digits dialing the police were enough to make you settle down. 

satoru's deal was simple. if you became his girlfriend, then he wouldn't show the video to the police.

typical rich kid shit.

of course, he would use any means to get what he wanted. you were no exception.

reluctantly so, you accepted, and the seven month of agony begun. the smothering touches, the constant need to be near you, the controlling and obsessive behavior, the tracker in your phone? he was batshit insane!

you were a very patient person, though. rumors and history stated that most of his girlfriends lasted a maximum of a month before he got bored, so you waited. you waited, waited, waited, and waited! that was your fatal mistake.

how stupid of you.

one evening before prom changed it all.

the cool autumn breeze of the california evening blew at your loose strands of hair, the large palm trees casted shadows that fell down the lukewarm sand of the beach as clear and sparkly waves running along the orange and pink horizon crashed upon the shores, singing a faint tale of time.

"marry me."

staring at that blue diamond encased in a gold ring decorated with silver, you couldn't have helped but feel like chains had begun to wrap around you like boa snakes... slowly beginning to squeeze the life out of you.

satoru's eyes were bright and glowing like the colors of the diamond, and they looked up at you sinisterly with that grin that seemed to make the entire world fall apart around you. 

"we'll go to the courthouse tomorrow. who gives a damn about the elders?" his voice was pleading, but there it was. that tone. he spoke like he was stating. not pleading. "we'll have an american wedding."

and an american funeral.

for when he put the ring on your finger, you died.

...

the sun set, and you looked at the snake wrapped around your ring finger. it glimmered under the dim light of the bedroom like the glowing eyes of a predator staring from the shadows. 'you two were so in love with each other that it had driven the both of you insane!' satoru had claimed, but maybe...

maybe it was just you who had gone insane.

[necroticghost]

TW: Detailed descriptions of bullying, sh, abuse

I'm sorry, I need to get this off my chest.

Bullying ruined my life. I could've been so much different. I had so much potential. But when you're physically and verbally abused from the age of like 5 and that's all you know in society until about 16, those fears, learned behaviours to remain safe, responses to situations, insecurities, triggers... they remain the same even when you're 25, apparently. No matter how hard I try to heal, nothing works.

There's not a single week where I don't think about it, where I don't hurt, or get angry, or cry and break down wondering what went wrong and why it had to happen to me, while the people who hurt me are all living their lives without a worry nowadays. I tried to stay away from them as much as possible, I even moved away to the other side of the country years ago, but I heard bits and pieces from family and old friends.

One of them even has a kid. Sickening how that kid will never know how her mother had her friend completely keep someone from moving while she slapped, punched, pulled the hair and spit that someone. What a wonderful mother she must be now, her behaviours completely forgotten. Hopefully she won't traumatise someone else.

Or how that group of boys that used to corner me either alone or with people around that didn't care to step in when they beat until my tears mixed with blood, my screams either pleasure or an annoyance to their ears. Yeah, those guys are out and about in society, having normal jobs.

And this other girl. She's like really rich. She finished two universities. She has a lot of friends and hosts parties and is able to function in society. Well, maybe if she and her family didn't put me through that humiliation I'd be successful as well. Maybe I wouldn't be afraid of everything. Maybe my trauma wouldn't have forced me to drop out of two universities.

I wonder what happened to the guy who grabbed my wrist at school when he noticed my cuts (stupid me, I know), as he dragged across class showing everyone my arm while mocking me. At least it had taught me the valuable lesson on the importance of shoulders and thighs over wrists.

I do know what happened to the guy who forced me to the ground and held me there, stepping on me with his foot, kicking me while he was at it. He's a drunkard who spends all his money on betting now. Pitiful. But... I'm also pitiful for being unable to get or keep a job.

The girl who used to verbally abuse me? Humiliate me? Yell at me and call me names as her mother proudly watched and approved? Yeah, she's a nurse now. Haha. I bet she's so kind and helpful!

The boys who used to touch and grab me everywhere, at school might I add, purely because my body started to develop at like 11, well, they're alive and well too. They don't know how I'd love to carve my feminine parts out and never have to be sexualised again in my life. How I hate being perceived, how I despise having a body.

There was also this girl that was repeating the year at school and transferred to our class, she was scary to say the least. Well someone set me up with something, and the next day she had tens of people surrounding me in the school yard threatening me with being beaten up, having them all acuse me and yelling at me as she already raised her hand getting ready. I thought I'd not make it out alive ngl. Somehow I did.

This is not even half of it...

They bullied me for being me. For how I looked, for my family being poor, for my good grades (but I was useful for them when taking tests...), for my energetic side that I long let go of in fear of being hated again, for the way I ate (???), the way I talked and walked and existed. For my clothes, hair, family members. Anything you can think of.

And no one did anything. I always sit and wonder. How could my parents sleep at night when their child came home ugly crying and full of blood and bruises almost every day? Complaining about being slapped, kicked, punched, humiliated? How did they never take any action, why did they never comfort me, why was I being blamed for it? I mean, adults did their fair share in hurting me, but that's another story. And I'm not even talking solely about my family.

And why didn't the teachers stop the other group at school? Why was I blamed for "putting my body on display" and "allowing them" when I was literally 11 years old and just didn't have the courage to stand up for myself?

I never got any help.

And I think I'm beyond helping, beyond fixing. No therapist could fix what bullying did to me.

[tomholland1996simp]

locked in || Tom Holland

summary: You and your enemy, Tom, get locked in your room right after an argument.

Y/E/B/N = Your ex boyfriends name.

Sorry I haven’t posted in ages i’ve just recently got back to school and i’m so stressed!! I also didn’t feel like making one but I made this during bunking my English lesson. Also I haven’t read it over so sorry if there is any mistakes. Lmk :)

Tom and you have always been enemies and always will. Well not always. You’ve known the Holland brothers since you was a baby, both your mothers being best friends. You and Tom are the same age, you just a little younger by a few months. That’s why everyone thought you both would have a nice close bond, however they were terribly wrong.

Ever since the age of eleven, Tom and you started to show your hatred towards each other more. Both of your mothers would go mad at both of you if you both were arguing or did something bad to one another. You remember every time Tom would pull your hair and blame the next argument on you, smirking once he got away with everything you had done.

Once puberty hit the both of you, you started to develop feelings for the boy but you would never admit that. You always thought he was cute and handsome, never trying anything as you know he hates you and you tried to hate him too. However he changed, changed a lot.

Tom had a growth spurt, he started going to the gym his body looking incredibly sexy. His voice changed a little deeper, not too much, and his hair grew out with curls. The same happened to you, everyone including Tom noticed it. You developed womanly things, your breasts grew bigger, your body changed in many ways. You experienced mother nature.

When this happened some of the things you did as kids you couldn’t really do anymore due to boundaries. Before you could joke about and touch each other, now it’s a bit less as you both still want to respect each other. You still have your mean comments though, here and there. And sometimes you do mess around with each other, whether that is Tom always saying how your ‘on your period, again’ if you get mad, or you teasing him not having facial hair.

The other Holland’s normalised this, they knew you and Tom secretly liked each other. They could see it ever since you both learnt how to crush on others. Sometimes they grow annoyed if one of you go a bit too far with your jokes or if you both start a huge argument over nothing. You hate arguing with Tom, he could be so annoying sometimes though.

You hate how hot he looks after coming back from a run, you hate when he goes on a date with another girl, you hate that he’s hot and attractive. Other times you wish to kill him, but deep down inside you wanna be the girl who puts a smile on his face, the girl who can hold his hand when ever they are out not the girl who he hates and never wants to be around.

“Ugh, what is he doing here?!” You asked annoyed when Harry walks into your house with Tom behind him.

“Be nice to each other, Y/M/N and my mum are annoyed at you both because of yesterday. She told me to bring Tom here and you both have to make up as you took it too far” Harry says walking straight out of your front door.

You sigh remembering what happened yesterday. You don’t even know how the argument started, one minute your actually being nice to each other then your shouting down each others throats.

“I was being nice to you for once in my life, now your being a dickhead?!” You screamed at Tom, you had been trying to be nice to him all day and he ruins it by making his stupid comments that are staring to hurt.

“I was only joking don’t be such a baby!” He snaps back at you, following you down the stairs.

“Yeah well some things hurt Tom, now fuck off” You yell, grabbing a glass from the side and filling it with water to calm yourself down.

“Language!” Y/M/N shouts walking into the kitchen seeing what the heated argument was about now with her daughter and her best friends son.

Nikki then walks in, “How about you both just apologise for whatever has happened?” She suggests making you both huff out.

“I’m not gonna apologise, i’m sorry Nikki but your son is a stupid prick!” You look more towards Tom telling him.

“Y/N!” Y/M/N says.

“I’m a stupid prick?! Well Y/M/N your daughter has turned into a self centred bitch who is so selfish she only cares about herself. Your the stupid prick y/n, no wonder why Y/E/B/N broke up-“ He didn’t finish his sentence as you threw the water at him, it splashing all over his face.

You smirked a little seeing him drenched in the water you was once drinking, he deserves it. “Don’t you dare say that! You take it too far, Thomas” You snap and for one minute you thought his eyes went soft as you using his full name, for one minute you thought he felt at least a little bad for the words that had flew out of his mouth. But then he went to push you, you pushing him back and then he smacked the glass cup out of your hands it smashing everywhere by your feet.

“Stop it that’s enough!” Both your mums shouted, they had finally had enough and now your fights weren’t funny anymore as they keep becoming serious and more physical now. The glass went all over your socks but you didn’t care. You just stared at him fuming. “Fuck you” is all you said putting your shoes on feeling glass cut your feet, the mums tired to call for you to stop but you slammed the door. Knowing Tom saw the tears flowing down your face.

Now he stands right in front of you, the guy you wish you could hate. His words still cut deep from yesterday, filling your mind with the thoughts of what he had said. You don’t even say anything to him, not wanting to look in his gorgeous brown eyes. Quickly you walked passed him making sure to brush your shoulder against his, you smelt his cologne from a mile away, making you wish you could smell it everyday.

You sat in your bedroom for the next hour wanting nothing but to be comforted by someone. It’s been a stressful week and you still can’t get that stupid argument out of your head. A knock on your door startled you, bringing you to look at the person who was wanting to come in. You said a small ‘yeah’ and they opened the door.

Tom peeked his head through, eyes locking together. You bring your attention back to your phone wanting nothing to do with him. He was about to shut the door, your eyes darting towards him, “Don’t shut the—DOOR!” You yelled the last word as mid sentence he had shut the door without realising.

“Why?” He lightly chuckled looking back down at the door. “ohh” he said rubbing the back of his neck realising that there was no door handle on the inside.

“You prick! Now we are locked in here” You push him out of the way trying to find a way to open the door, you would need someone from the outside to open it. “Fuck sakes, just great, fucking great” You mumbled to yourself clearly pissed.

“Sorry” He said. “At least we can spend quality time now” He joked, looking at your face that didn’t crack a smile at all, he knew he must’ve really pissed you off.

You both sat in silence for the next hour, keeping yourself busy for a while waiting for Harry or someone to return. Hour turned into hours, you and Tom both making sly comments about each other in the meantime. Harry never answered his phone when you called, neither did Nikki or your mum.

You hug your knees in your chest ready to finally speak to him, “We need to make up so they can answer and let me be free.”

“I’m not making up with you, you must be crazy” He doesn’t take his eyes off his phone.

“Great just insult me again, that’s fine” You sarcastically say, the hurt tone coming out more than you wanted it to.

Tom finally looked up seeing your face, “Are you okay?” He questioned turning his phone off and sitting up so you’re both facing one another.

“Your asking the self centred bitch who only cares about her self and is a stupid prick if she’s okay?” You ask.

“I didn’t mean that.” He groans remembering the words he said as well as your own.

“Nah it’s fine Tom, really. You just took it too far…maybe we should just act like we like each other for our parents sakes. I know you hate me and all-“ He cuts you off. “I don’t hate you y/n, no, no. I know we joke around and argue all the time but that doesn’t mean I hate you. You mean a lot to me and I like you not hate” He smiled wiping a tear that fell from your eye. Wow, you’ve never seen this side ot Tom before.

“You like me?” You ask and he nods. “Oh yeah like a sister” You cringe at that, you never thought of Tom as a brother and you didn’t want him to think of you as a sister.

His face scrunches together, almost as if he cringed at the words too. “No not like a sister. I don’t see you as my sister, I like you more than a friend” He admits.

“You do?”

“Yes”

“No, this is another joke ain’t it” You say.

“I promise you it’s not, here i’ll show you” He says before leaning in placing a small kiss on your lips. He went to pull back, you grabbing the back of his head to push your lips together again. This was your first kiss with Tom and many was to come.

“I like you too” You smile into the kiss. “And I’m sorry for everything I said, I didn’t mean it” You admitted, seeing his face for the first time so close up. Now you could see all his beautiful features up close.

“Don’t apologise, angel. I’m the one who’s sorry, I literally made you cry” He smiles softly, creasing your cheek. You smile at the nickname. “Like the name, baby?” He teases making you blush even more if that was possible. “I need to take you on a date, what do you say?” He asks and your heart does a little flip inside.

“Yes” you giggle, him pushing you to lay down on the bed so he could hover above you to kiss you some more.

“Sorry didn’t I interrupt something?” A smirking Harry made you both pull away from each other. Him walking into the room…..

“DON’T CLOSE THE - HARYYY!!!”

Great now your stuck in the room with two of the most annoying people ever.

[blindluck]

i didn't wanna reply over there cus this ended up getting rly long but there's this post by @shitpostingperidot and @marvelsassbutts about carol and maria's GNR concert in 88 and my brainworms got to making up hc after hc now all i think about is how that could've been the first time they got together despite mutually pining and coparenting monica for like 4/5 years or so anywayyy

idk if there's like a screenshot frame of monica's sword file or smth that shows her birthday in exact terms so i might be going on abt nothing here but listen

mcu wiki says she was born around june/october of 1983

it also says carol and maria met in their first year of AF academy "shortly after turning 18", so that's either late 1983 or early 1984, bc carol's birthday is late 65

which means monica was already in the picture by then 🥺🥺

what i'm thinking is maria got pregnant at around 17/18 and her parents took care of monica for the first year or so when she enlisted bc why wouldn't they

but as soon as she lands the test pilot job and starts making bank they're like "i love you so much and i'm very proud of you now here's your child go be her mom"

this is like in their 2nd or 3rd year of flight school so it catches everyone by surprise, and ofc higher ups use it as excuse to subtly and passive-aggressively ground maria on paid vacations and maternity leaves

obviously she sees right through the fake benevolent facade and overcompensates by not only refusing benefits, but taking on even bigger workloads

which then obviously gets her drained and exhausted and ofc carol notices and worries

she's been trying to give maria space through the whole ordeal but there's a line between giving you space and watching you get put through the wringer without doing anything

so she finally corners maria like "hey i know this is fucked up but maybe you could find another way to stick it to them without slowly killing yourself in the process can u pls just give me a call when it's too much to handle i am begging on my knees"

("my best friend, who supported me as a mother and a pilot when no one else did")

maria does slow down a bit but she still hesitates to call for help, until one particular hard night she cracks and carol gets there at flying speed to do chores and dinner and take care of monica while maria (a single mom in her early 20s who is also an overworked test pilot) finally gets some goddamn rest

(after changing monica's diaper tho bc apparently carol can't help with that)

from then on carol pretty much moves in with them

maria starts slowing down and taking care of herself and getting her due leaves and relying more on her parents and friends and she loves monica so much and things are so overwhelmingly good right now...............except for this one small carol shaped situation

they've been roommates before, you see, and maria is very aware she's been in love with this goobster for a minute

but she's also a black single mom in the US air force she really doesn't have to make things harder on herself so she's been trying rly damn hard to keep carol at arm's length for both their sakes

carol too is very aware that she's in love with maria and probably has been since forever (she's not super in touch with her feelings to pinpoint when the gears shifted, plus thinking back on it she can't rmbr a time when she wasn't in love with her yknow)

but "maria has a kid she's straight" (wrong) and also carol is very insecure (canon) so she's afraid of rejection and doesn't wanna ruin the friendship and she'd rather have maria in her life as a friend instead of not at all

even if it breaks her to wake up literally next to the love of her life every single day and not spill her entire heart out

especially bc maria's mask slips sometimes, mostly when she's drunk (even if just a bit tipsy) or when they share a particularly emotional moment (quite often tbf, considering how close to dying the very nature of their job gets them on a regular basis)

fast forward to 1988

carol and maria pretty much live together and monica loves auntie carol to pieces and their hearts are both so close to exploding they might actually die for real at any given moment

now to finally tie back to where this whole thing started: carol brings home tickets to a GNR concert, maria stares at her dead in the eye like "bitch this is 500 miles away" and carol's like "oh..........................road trip? :D"

you'll never guess what happens there

one year later, carol's missing

presumed dead

[dbphantom]

Watched the first 2 episodes of the Fallout show and was pleasantly surprised. I have a few complaints but I actually did enjoy the first episode a lot and the 2nd was pretty decent too

I really really enjoyed the sets, especially the Vault. Really well done and the vibes are perfect. The scene in the farm where the film of the projector burns and looks like bombs going off around them during the raid was great. A touch cheesy but I appreciated it bc I am a cheesy media connoisseur

I really like Lucy and the ghoul (don't remember his name). Maximus is on thin ice cuz dude is... a bit unhinged in the first 2 episodes. But he was raised by the brotherhood so I'm wishing him the best character arc. I am hoping he realizes how shitty the brotherhood is and defects by the end of the season... I'm convinced that's what's going to happen, but we will see what they do.

One scene that made me roll my eyes was the raider husband coming back to life after Lucy cut his jugular so that the dad could get the kill on him. Like why not let that moment impact her more?? Why did the dad have to be the one to kill him? Was it supposed to foreshadow that the dad was a raider or something? Cuz honestly I'm mostly suspect due to the raiders taking him with them, it's classic to have the father be a criminal but he's reformed because of his dead wife and kid... Would be awesome if they twisted it so it's the mother who was the raider, but didn't they already say she was from this Vault and the dad was the one transferred over? Regardless, that totally ripped away a character moment for Lucy. That man stole her kill...

Another thing I didn't like was the appearance of the Brotherhood so soon in episode 1. They appear before the viewer even knows what the wasteland looks like for everyone else. You see the Prydwen before you see your first established settlement and that kind of ruins the idea imo. People are struggling to live, but the brotherhood is hoarding tech. Show the people struggling first, THEN have the Brotherhood appear.

Maybe they're doing it this way because you're supposed to be viewing things like Maximus (loosing his faith in the brotherhood as the season goes on because he was raised by them and was indoctrinated, please, it would be a nice parallel to Lucy), but it still makes the pacing feel off. The friend I watched it with (hi @bautistawithadrive) agreed w/ that and he isn't even a Fallout fanatic. It just feels weird. I get that pacing is gonna be wack cuz it's an 8 (?) episode season, but it just isn't working for me.

The ghoul is fine. His intro scene at the start was cute. I found it interesting the shot of the bombs going off around them, but I'm 90% sure it's canon in lore that the Fallout nukes are less powerful than ours so I have no real complaints. If it's not canon, then it's a widely accepted fanon. I was just confused why the little girl wasn't blinded by the flash because I'm pretty sure there are logs in the games of people who were blinded when they saw the flashes? I could be misremembering tho I don't have enough room for all the Fallout lore in my brain. Anyway it's an insignificant detail overall afaik, so I'm being fussy, I think.

I am kinda bummed the ghoul doesn't look worse tho. Weird complaint probably but I was hoping he'd be a bit more idk... Ragged? Given all the other gore in the show, I was interested to see how they'd do the makeup for the ghouls, but just like nexus modders, they took the cowards way out. He looks (and sounds, oof) like a generic bald dude with some liquid latex on his cheeks and a missing nose.

The best friend of Lucy is another fave, I really.enjoyed every time she was on screen. Good actress, I hope she either becomes a villain (that eyepatch in the end credits bit of ep 2 is throwing me haha) or follows Lucy out of the Vault (or both).

I'm also curious to see where the brother's character is going to go because they could do a lot with him since he was pretty bland at the start. He could follow Lucy out (maybe with the best friend) or start some kind of political change in the people of the Vault so it will cause conflict when (if) Lucy returns, or he could convince them all to leave the Vault. It'd be cool if he found what their specific Vault experiment was meant to be, then either put it in action or made sure no other Overseer would be able to continue it. Maybe I have too much hope for such a short season... But it would be a fun way to introduce Vault experiments to the audience.

One thing I am VERY nervous about is if they're going to make Lucy pregnannte. I could see them doing it bc that sex scene with the raider felt like a Chekov's gun situation (plus the BFF being like "I can't wait to raise our kids together!" which initially had me like 'wait what are they a lesbian couple forced to get with dudes to make babies? That'd be an awesome storyline!' but thinking abt it I'm wondering if it is foreshadowing for the bestie to also leave the Vault and track her down. Which I want to happen, I loved her character). Idk they could have just included a sex scene for the sake of having one... But I'm also thinking about all the morning sickness vs radiation sickness jokes they could be making, so if there is a scene of her puking in the next few episodes (beyond the gore-fest), I am SO calling it

But like to be clear I don't WANT it to happen, usually that kind of thing in shows makes me turn it off immediately because I'm so not interested in watching a character slowly become 2D for a wailing potato we're just supposed to like because it's a kid, so I hope they surprise me, but I also wouldn't be shocked if it did because all the set-up is there 😬

[cosmolog]

Imagine No Way Home ended with this scene.

Side Note: Y/n is a superhero who can teleport and slow down or even freeze time.

This imagine was literally me writing this while listening to this song and thinking, "every time I turn around you disappear" hmm, teleportation powers, she shall have!

Peter sat on a bench in a local park, the same park in which he helped Tony fight an alien from space. He remembers that moment with sadness. That was the start of his space journey, one which led to him blipping along with half the universe.

He remembers entering that afterlife place, seeing all those people freaking out at what had just occured. Until Strange had called up all the heroes and told them of the plan. The plan that led to the end of the war, and the end of Tony's life.

After that, Peter had gone back to being Spider-Man, though it ended in him making a fake friend and the betrayal of said friend.

Then all that led to Peter's identity being revealed to the entire world. Most people hated Peter for 'killing Mysterio', but only the people who truly believed in Spider-Man had the common sense to think, 'He wouldn't do such a thing. He's Spider-Man!'

And after visiting Strange about it, all went to shit. Spider-Men and their villains from different universes started leaking into Peter's universe.

So in order to set things right, Peter told Strange to make everyone forget he existed. Which worked a treat after some lovey dovey stuff.

So now, nobody knew who Peter was. He had tried and failed to tell his friends what happened, he didn't want to ruin their lives all over again.

Anyways. Present day.

As Peter sat, his eyes drifting between all the people around him. Some kids were playing with their dog, their mother keeping a watchful eye on them, a man was reading the New York Times, a woman doing a photoshoot with a guy behind the camera, the clicks of each shot rang through Peter's ears.

Suddenly, he felt another person sit down beside him, on the other end of the bench. "So this is what you're going to do all day" The girl, around Peter's age, spoke, also looking around the place.

Peter glanced at her. "Sorry, uh. Are you talking to me?" He asked, not seeing a phone to her ear.

She smiled, meeting his gaze. "I sure am" She replied.

"What do you mean by saying this is what I've been doing all day?" He asked. "I don't even know who you are"

"Apologies, Mr. Parker. I'm bad at communicating with fellow people. I'm Y/n L/n" She answered.

"How- How do you know me. Strange casted a spell, you're not meant to know me" Peter rushed, beginning to freak out.

"Did I forget to mention I'm not exactly human?" She asked, mentally kicking herself. "I'm sort of a superhero...? I don't know what else to call it. I can teleport and freeze time meaning my body can rip itself apart only to be put back together every time I teleport" She teleported all the way to the edge of the park, where Peter could spot her waving, before teleporting back to where she originally sat.

"Does it hurt?" Peter asked.

"No...Not really" She replied. "I got these....abilities when I touched a blue box. Which was I don't know how many years ago" She replied, crossing one leg over the other. "I was pretty stupid back then"

"We could've used you in the fight against Thanos, your skills would've come in handy" Peter said. "Why didn't you help?"

"Because I didn't even know there was a fight. You were on another planet. Plus, I don't want to be a superhero like you or have responsibilities like Steve Rogers" She said. "I just want my powers to be something I can use if I ever need to get away from danger or get others out of danger"

Peter paused for a moment. "How come Mr.Stark or Nick Fury didn't find you?" He asked.

"Have a good think about that one, Peter. Teleportation is very handy if nobody else can move as fast as you" She chuckled. "Nick Fury did find me once, he tried to make me join the Avengers and I wanted no part in that, even if they offered me all that money. I don't like feeling like people own me. I don't like being used as a human shield" She said.

"Okay, I see where you're coming from but I don't do it for the paycheck, heck, I don't get payed at all now. Being Spider-Man is great, I get to do my part ensuring the safety of everyone in New York and the World. And when I'm me, I get to hang out with my friends and go through normal life things like having a girlfriend. Well, at least I had a girlfriend and a life. But it's just Spider-Man, he's all I can be now. Everyday I wake up, and it's Spider-Man who goes about his day. I feel like Peter Parker stopped existing the moment I put on that suit for the first time" Peter ranted.

Y/n nodded in understanding. "Well...I remember you. So Peter Parker does exist, I'm living evidence of that. And I believe in you, always have always will"

"How do you know me?" Peter asked, titling his head slightly.

She shrugged. "This is gonna sound weird but I've seen you before, first in my dreams, then at school. And the thing is, my memory is so incredibly enhanced thanks to the tesseract, that not even a spell from the former Sorcerer Supreme could tamper with my head. It's very interesting, most of the stuff I know now, I just know because of that blue stone. I know everything there is to know about the universe. I can go anywhere I want. So you could say the stone protected me. Well, some of it, the rest is destroyed"

Peter huffed. "Huh" He muttered.

She suddenly sat up, leaning towards him, a smile on her face. "So, do you wanna catch some bad guys?" She asked.

[the-francakes]

thefrancakes fics finished in 2022...

Cupid. | Dramione, 2k, GA

A Valentine’s Day Party and a letter of intent.

Of course, she would admit her crush to herself at the same moment she discovered he had feelings for someone else. 

Lady BloodPure's Society Papers | Panville, 15k, Explicit

Pansy Parkinson must find an eligible suitor by the end of The Pureblood Season or lose all her inheritance.  Enter Neville Longbottom. 

“Compromising position? Mother, we were in broad daylight and he touched my hand. If she really wants a scandal, Lady BloodPure should figure out all the places I’ve let Draco put his–”

Puppy Dog Eyes | Drarry, 2k, Explicit 

Harry bought a puppy and Draco needs to be convinced... 

“Plan B it is then,” Harry muttered to himself. Draco raised an eyebrow, unsure of what his husband meant, until Harry’s hands were on the towel around Draco’s waist and he was dropping to his knees. 

An Overly Considerate Friend | Jegulus, 8k, Mature

James has to figure out why Regulus is spying on their Quidditch practices. Talking to the cute git is a lot harder than it looks. 

James was going to shove sunshine down this boy's throat if it killed him.  Sunshine or his- NO JAMES. 

Diamond Girls | Hermione x Pansy, 4k, Explicit

Hermione has a parent-teacher conference with the ex-Mrs. Parkinson-Nott with very little clothing on... 

Hermione took a shaky breath. She wasn’t sure what she just got herself into, but the wetness between her legs told her she was looking forward to finding out. 

The Quidditch Pitch Incident | Blinny, side Dramione, 12k, Explicit 

Ginny’s angry at the world and throws all her anger into besting the Slytherin Quidditch team... too bad Blaise Zabini is captain now.  

She hated herself for it. Hated how she was absolutely vibrating with the need for him… hated how he just stood there doing the same and yet not moving a muscle. 

You & Lily | Jegulus, 6k, Explicit

Regulus comes up with a plan to break James’ heart... then he comes up with another plan to hopefully save it. 

It didn’t hurt as much as this, but that was how true pain was caused to someone that loved you. You had to sacrifice yourself to ruin them. 

The (Third) Worst Year | Drarry, 20k, Explicit

Draco learns he must kiss his true love by his 25th birthday or turn into a dragon, so he’s making plans for his transformation cause lol never gunna happen. 

Finally, out of everything, Draco hated Potter because he was pretty sure he was already in love with the man.

Maid of Honor for a Day, Best Friend for Life | Susan x Blaise, 7k, Explicit

Susan Bones needs a wedding date, and Blaise Zabini is single... 

She didn’t even notice the bright gold of the Wedding Bond sealing her best friends together. Not when Blaise Zabini’s gaze was completely and utterly on her every second.  

Like Diamonds | Dramione, 3k, Mature

What would have happened if Hermione walked into the 6th floor bathroom instead... 

But she also knows he’s human.  That he’s sixteen, just like her.  That she’s only seen him vulnerable twice now and she wonders if that’s more than anyone else in the castle. 

A Good Night for Whimsy and Love | Ron x Luna, 5k, Explicit 

Ron comes home from a ‘work trip,’ to his girlfriend and their two kids with a surprise in the making... 

But he knew what he wanted.  To live and be happy, to not constantly be pushing and struggling to be more, to be loved for who he is, and that be enough. 

Soulmates With Benefits | Drinny, 23k, Explicit 

Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy discover they are soulmates on the same Quidditch team.  The more they, uh, touch, the better they seem to play together.

He settled on Bee because, much like her given name, it held wisdom, rebirth, and romance. It also hurt like fuck when it stung you, just like her words. 

Summer Changes | Drarry, 7k, Explicit 

Harry learns that Draco has been babysitting Teddy and can’t seem to stay away. 

But now, with how he shied away, schooling his emotions, there was no pride in Malfoy’s past. The black void on Malfoy’s arm made Harry wonder if there ever had been. 

Locals Only | Draco x Theo x Blaise, 12k, Explicit 

Draco has spent the past 5 years without magic and doesn’t know how to explain he loves this life more than he ever loved his other one. 

Draco can feel the warmth building inside him, vanishing all the cold he desperately inhaled this morning. He lets Blaise in to take hold of the parts he’s scared to reveal. It takes everything not to break.  It’s ironic because he’s never felt so broken.

This Could Be A Disaster | Harry x Ron, 8k, Explicit

Harry and his friends come up with some fun things to do at Hogwarts like streaking around the Quidditch Pitch, shagging in a classroom, or skinny dipping in the lake... too bad the only person he wants to do it with is Ron. 

No matter what could have happened before, something about Ron taking his hand devoured Harry with love. Maybe it was just friend love, but it still consumed his soul and cemented the beauty of Ron Weasley into his heart. 

I WANNA SEE SOME ARSE | Nottpott, 10k, Explicit

Theo is stuck sharing a bed with Potter and Potter’s beautiful, plump, delicious arse. Too bad they're both oblivious to the other’s flirting. 

And if he sits on the bed, it's just the right angle to see Potter’s arse, already decorated with beautiful tan lines from his swim trunks and all soaped up.  His skin is a lovely umber, but his arse is a few shades lighter, like a glowing beacon that Theo cannot look away from.

‘tis the damn season (Pansy’s Version) | Pansy x Ron, 8k, Teen

Pansy returns to London to find Ron Weasley owns a wish-granting coffee shop and, in cheesy Hallmark Movie fashion, he makes sparks fly.  

Pansy stared up at Ron, her heart beating in her throat. She’d never felt so seen by someone, and all they were doing was just chatting. 

Lift You Again | Jilly, 2k, GA

Lily and James have to go get another Christmas Tree for the Great Hall after accidentally burning down the first one. 

She did her best not to think about how her heartbeat ignited at his touch or how wonderful he smelled, like stolen whisky cider and something distinctly James that always hung around the dorms. 

Remember Me As Tradition | Dramione, side Nottpott, 3k, GA

Malfoy Christmas Eve through the years, covering the tragedy of loss, the beautiful growth of friendships and love, and how a tradition is made. 

“Next year,” he promised, tugging her close so he could properly thank her with a kiss that had been on his lips for a decade. 

Helping Hands™ | Hermione x George, 2k, GA

Hermione helps George with a new product.

When he looked up, he found a bushel of mistletoe with a glittery red bow floating above them.

“Oh,” Hermione gasped, looking too. “Well, that is romantic.”

[scum-belina]

While dealing with covid I still have to do my usual routine of filling up water jugs since I've not had running water in two years due to ruined plumbing neither my mom nor I can afford to fix. Can't even try to save up for it at this point because we still have over $2000 in property taxes to pay on our small lot which is insane, and I still need to get new tires desperately. The stress and worry were already making me sick I didn't need covid on top of it.

But now whenever I go to my neighbors rose's to fill up jugs, I often get harassed by my other neighbor Lupe who according to Rose is jealous of how close I am with her. She treats Rose like a mother figure and Rose is and grandma figure to me and I'm just??? Leave me alone??? Rose has INSISTED I fill up my water jugs or do laundry at her place any time. She told me even when she's not home to just use her spare key she hid on her porch and come on in and fill up.

Last week before I even got sick, I was there filling up while Rose was gone and Lupe stormed in and demanded to know who was there (like she didn't recognize my car she drives by every day???) And then demanded to know why i wasn't wearing a mask in Rose's house (this woman doesn't give a shit about masks, she just wanted to start shit with me. Also I literally had one in my car I was heading back to out on before she stormed in.)

I told Rose about it and she was pissed bc she had already told Lupe to leave me alone, which is bizarre because I literally do nothing to Lupe. Last time I saw her was a year ago and we always got along and had a good time at rose's. But now I've been told she views me as a threat and wants to accuse me of taking advantage of Rose even though Rose herself is of complete sound mind and I would never do that to anyone. Hell I'm embarrassed and ashamed as hell to have to fetch my water from other people.

It's humiliating and tiring. Sometimes I have to fill up 30 gallons multiple times a week, carry them to my car, then carry them to my porch, then into my house. My arms be strong as hell tho ngl. Anyways Lupe had her ex husband cover rose's outside faucet last year (WAY before freezing weather season, so I guess even then she was trying to give me trouble) where I couldn't use it easily at all, so I gave up and started going inside, now that I'm sick and won't go in her house I asked Rose if I could uncover it all and she said absolutely and don't even worry about covering it back up.

The thing is that I'm already so low. I can barely get any lower in life than I am. So why harass me over getting water??? It's not even her fucking property. Rose told her I'm trusted and allowed to come and go as I need and please and I think that's pissed her off even more.

There's evidence that Lupe might be hoping to get rose's money, home, and car,once she dies, but I know Rose and that's not her will at all. She said Lupe makes her uncomfortable bc she does things to rose's house without her permission like changing her curtains and furniture??? WHO DOES THAT

Lupe also has a trait that has always troubled me where she seems to be a self-hating Hispanic. I've heard her say the most vile things about other Hispanic neighbors that literally do nothing wrong??? Like one time she saw some hanging out their laundry on a cloudy day and was like "typical dirty wetbacks" and I was like "wtf girl that's horrible to say. i've had to do that before too don't hate on someone for doing what they have to do"

she has a son, his gf and another kid who live with her and most of them are on disability so she be reaping their checks and when she first moved right across from Rose last year, she and her crew IMMEDIATELY made Rose get sick bc they weren't cautious around her at all, so her trying to make me feel bad like I was TRYING to make Rose sick even though Rose wasn't even there and I told her I wiped any door or faucet handle I touch down with alcohol before I leave, is alllll bullshit. She's been stewing to find fault with me for months and that was her chance and it failed big time with me AND with Rose later that day.

It's so bizarre. To me, Rose is a nice grandmotherly in her own odd way neighbor. I visit her and we talk about anything and everything. Even before I needed water I would go over there just to hang out and get out of my own head for a while. But it's not like I go over there or talk to her every day. Why am I such a threat to someone like Lupe. I really don't get it. Her and her crew have being doing so much more to harass me and it's got me so grieved and scared. I just want to live in a better place.

Even when I go to my maternal grandma's, other relatives will mock or harass me for filling up jugs or doing laundry there. And my maternal grandma has well water so she doesn't even pay a damn water bill. Like, why kick me when I'm already down? It's not like I just sit around and do nothing. I do everything I can to earn money with odd jobs but have had no luck on getting a decent job or even part-time job. It devastates and humiliates me. I cry myself to sleep more often than not at my whole life situation. I don't need anyone else to make me feel worse than I already do.

I understand if you said or thought "I ain't reading all of that". I really do. This is a rambling mess. I just needed to vent out a little bit of that stupidity that's been going on recently in my life. I'm so tired and scared all the time.

[letrasdematondo]

Tortured poet

Ya ha pasado más de un mes de la salida del nuevo disco de Taylor Swift, y cada día tengo una canción favorita diferente.

Florida, con Florence and the machine es mi favorita de todas.

Y el disco me ha gustado mucho, el bridge The Smallest man who ever lived, madre mía , que fuerte. ME encanta.

La de pullas que a lanzado a kim kardashian. No paraba de reirme al escucharlo.

So long, London

ThanK you aIMe

Fornight

Smallest man who ever lived

So High School

A continuación los parrafos que mas se repiten en mi mente

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Florida

Florida is one hell of a drug

.

Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time Yes, I'm haunted but I'm feeling just fine All my girls got their lace and their crimes And your cheating husband disappeared Well, no one asks any questions here

.

I need to forget, so take me to Florida I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

...

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years, will all this be declassified?

And you'll confess why you did it And I'll say, "Good riddance" 'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden

I would've died for your sins Instead, I just died inside And you deserve prison, but you won't get time

You'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars You crashed my party and your rental car You said normal girls were boring But you were gone by the morning You kicked out the stage lights But you're still performing

...

So Long, London

(el suspiro del inicio es como diciendo, aqui vamos otra vez, otro vez con el corazón roto)

Thinkin, how much sad did you think I had Did you think I had in me? Oh, the tragedy ...

So long, London You'll find someone ...

.

You swore that you loved me but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days And I'm just getting color back into my face I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place

....

Fortnight

I was supposed to be sent away But they forgot to come and get me

.

I love you, it's ruining my life I touched you for only a fortnight I touched you, but I touched you

.

Thought of callin' ya, but you won't pick up 'Nother fortnight lost in America Move to Florida, buy the car you want But it won't start up 'til you touch, touch, touch me

....

So high school

I feel so high school every time I look at you I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you

(la imagen de ellos besandose en la final de la super bowl)

.

Truth, dare, spin bottles (yeah) You know how to ball, I know Aristotle Brand new, full-throttle (yeah) Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto

You knew what you wanted and boy, you got her

.....

thanK you aIMee

(Vamos, el mayor jodete Kim que se pudo escuchar)

Screamed, "FucK you, aIMmee" to the night sky As the blood was gushing But I can't forget the way you made me heal

.

I wrote a thousand songs that you find uncool I built a legacy that you can't undo But when I count the scars, there's a moment of truth That there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you

.

And maybe you've reframed it And in your mind, you never beat my spirit black and blue I don't think you've changed much And so I changed your name and any real defining clues And one day, your kid comes home singing A song that only us two is gonna know is about you 'cause

.

Everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman But she used to say she wished that you were dead

...

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Hasta aquí mi resumen muy personal del disco Tortured Poet

---------- 8 junio 2024 - Letras de Matondo

[beguilingcorpse]

ok so. i am a DEFENDER of adaptational differences. i think they SHOULD EXIST. i HAVE NOT MINDED any of the ones so far. HOWEVER.

- the fourth pearl was... useless? lost immediately??? had no real bearing on the plot??? i understand wanting to make it seem like they had a chance of getting sally out, and i understand that that Could Not Have Occurred, but the way that they decided to resolve it felt lazy

- ??? WHY DID THEY TAKE ANNABETH OUT OF THE UNDERWORLD EARLY???? WHAT WAS THE REASON??? JUSTICE FOR MY GIRL

- hades having a cool gay uncle vibe kind of.. ruins the tension? idk i understand wanting a Fan Favorite God to be a Fan Favorite but also the climax of the entire quest led to a short conversation in some guy's living room. no danger, fewer stakes. they could have at least designed the palace differently. it felt so greyed out and boring

- speaking of.... the greenscreen..... i have to laugh. disney PLEASE let them build physical sets. PLEASE give them a bigger CGI budget. i am BEGGING

- i understand that (a) they have a limited amount of time for each episode and (b) they're actively trying to portray percy as smart which i do appreciate. but every time he's like "i know who you are, you're procrustes" or something similar it feels SO out of nowhere. annabeth functioned in the first book as a World Encyclopedia so that percy (and, by extension, the reader) could learn about mythology and other pieces of exposition through her. giving those moments to percy both takes away annabeth's main purpose AND distances the audience from percy

- related: i Knew the kronos answer and it STILL felt like that came out of left field. kronos was mentioned by ares one (1) time. he wasn't connected to tartarus in any meaningful way. for annabeth to connect those concepts would have been different (because, again. that is literally the narrative function of her character) but they nerfed her!! and so instead percy has this INSANE (and to him unconfirmed) theory that feels incredibly sudden!!! idk man i just think that it should be ok for percy not to know things! i think he needs to be a little lost and overwhelmed! it's ok for him to be so focused on getting his mom back that he can't think about the bigger picture!!! he's TWELVE this can be hard for him!!!!

- for the most part i didn't mind the bonus sally flashback scenes, and i get that they wanted to use virginia kull. but they also beg a LOT of questions. how often did poseidon and sally keep in touch after percy was born? why was it ok for poseidon to see sally but not percy? why was SALLY ok with poseidon being so distant from his kid's life, even though he visited her? his involvement with sally weakens the Whole Point of the gods abandoning their kids and ex-partners in a way that doesn't feel justified. if sally can drop a match in a milkshake and summon poseidon whenever she wants, then what are the actual effects of his absence? if one of the Big Three can return to their former lover at will, what's stopping any of the rest of the gods? if poseidon will end up being a Good Guy After All, then what even is the point of kronos reaching out to try to sway percy to his side? how are percy and luke going to be narrative foils? how is percy supposed to see his own mother in may castellan? where are the stakes? where's the DRAMA???

tl;dr version: hi showrunners. i get what you're trying to do. but please, PLEASE start considering the narrative and thematic implications of the changes you make when adapting the source material.

just watched percy jackson episode 7

[showtoonzfan]

Why Stolas From Helluva Boss Is NOT A Good Dad (rant and analysis)

I think it’s finally time to talk about everyone’s favorite “misunderstood owl birb” from Helluva Boss, specifically, how much of an “AWSOME amazing dad” he is, and his relationship with his daughter, Octavia. When it comes to Stolas, despite despising him like Angel Dust and Blitzo, I could care less if people felt bad for him, or really want him to be in a relationship with Blitz. Okay, that’s a lie, I do care, but nothing grinds my gears even MORE by how I keep seeing both the CREW and fandom gush over how good of a dad he is, so today, I’m going to talk about why I PERSONALLY don’t think he’s a good dad. Without wasting any more time, let’s get to it.

It of course all circles back to the pilot, where these two portraits are shown in the background of two shots. One were blitz was sneaking the book away from Stolas, and the other where Stolas is in on the phone with blitz.

This revealed to the audience that Stolas DOES indeed have a daughter, and judging by the scene where blitz falls on the table, he is currently cheating on his wife. We of course at the time didn’t know his daughters name yet, or anything about her, just that she existed. I should also note, that judging by most of the comments and videos I’ve seen of the fandom talking about Stolas, there were always two categories. People either hated Stolas for his creepy pervy vibes, or people downright loved him for his raunchy and goofy look and voice. Of COURSE though, most of the people who hated him seemed to change their opinions once episode 2 released.

With episode 2 coming out, the plot was going to be about Stolas, and the relationship with his daughter, as he takes her to a theme park she loved when she was a kid. Kinda early to start the emotional beat of a serious issue for a comedy show, but whatever Viv, you do you.

In the beginning of the episode, we open with his young daughter crying in the middle of the night, a flashback. We are also technically introduced to his wife Stella, as she groggily asks him to deal with her. Despite Stolas being tired, he goes, which yes, is sweet. He refers to his daughter as “Via” short for her real name “Octavia”. After she reveals she had a bad dream, Stolas of course sings a song, telling her that no matter what happens, she’ll be okay. While again, this scene was very sweet, and reveals that Stolas cares for his daughter deeply, this is one of the scenes that seemed to blind the crew and fandom. I was always sick of people constantly acting like just because he sang a sweet beautiful song to her in the past, that suddenly makes what he’s doing NOW okay, or make him any better than he is now. To quote Spinel from SU, “You can’t just make everything better by singing some stupid song”. I think it’s clear Viv’s intentions here were to have him sing a song not just because she has an obsession with musicals, (like EVERY thing she touches needs to have songs in it) but because she wanted to show how close they were before, versus now, because of HIM. Something HE did, something HE fucked up with, yet even she herself seems to act like he’s a misunderstood baby who loves his daughter. Let’s move on to get what I’m talking about.

It’s clear that Stolas and his daughter had a very good relationship with one another, but once the years passed, and ever since he has been associated with Blitz, everything changed.

Octavia has now turned into an edgy emo teen-OH I mean a teen who’s life has turned upside down. She now barley seems happy when she’s around the house, not even looking like she wants to live there. Her father’s actions have not only ruined his relationship with her, but her mother’s relationship with him as well, causing the teen to look depressed and in a horrible mood most of the time, so not only has her father ruined their family’s relationship, but her life as well. We cut to Via waking up abruptly to her mother’s screaming at her husband. We can tell this has certainly happened before, as Via is not happy. Now, I’m not here to talk about Stolas as a husband, but as a father, to let’s forget Stella. Stolas, seeing his daughter clearly upset, tries to lighten the mood by wanting to take her to a theme park she loved when she was a child, Loo Loo Land. Now, let me just say that yes, Stolas IS trying to put in SOME kind of effort for his daughter. We see that he genuinely wants her to be happy, and he truly believes that if they go to a theme park she used to like, she’ll feel better. We can all of course appreciate the effort he’s trying to put in, he could have simply ignored her like Stella did, but instead, he tries to go out and do something with her. Even if he’s clearly not listening to Octavia or thinking about what SHE might want, (since she says she’s not five anymore and he completely brushes it off), it’s STILL sweet that he’s trying. When it comes to trying to fix relationships, you got to take baby steps remember? I would have at least appreciated him as a character if this is the route they went, but of course.....now we’re at the part you knew was coming. The part that REALLY grinds my gears, the part that basically ruined any from of likability I could have had for him when it came to him and Octavia. Stolas says he’ll get the security going, and when he explains that they’re rich and famous (so demons would go after them) WHO does he invite as a bodyguard?

THE MAN HE’S FUCKING CHEATING ON WITH HIS WIFE OF COURSE. THE MAN THAT’S LITERALLY THE PROBLEM TO THIS WHOLE SITUATION.........BLITZO.

Now, I’m going to speak calmly, so let me share something about myself. Whenever I try to bring up HUGE unpopular opinions when it comes to Viv and her works, I always genuinely try to be calm and not be petty at all. I feel like if you’re petty, people are most likely to not listen to you. Now, yes, I’ll admit that I AM petty from time to time when it comes to my HH/HB and Viv related posts, but...I just have to say this because...I’m sorry. I have nothing against people who disagree with me on Stolas being a good dad but I just....is the fandom...blind? Like....did we ALL watch the same video? Is the crew blind? Because this....THIS right here, is ALL the proof you need pointing to Stolas being a shitty dad. I think the worse part is that this ain’t even the ONLY proof that points to that, but it is a huge one, the one that everyone saw yet....no one batted an eye for some reason.

So let’s recap........Stolas sees his daughter upset, especially since he ruined the relationship between him and his wife by cheating on her. In attempts to cheer her up, he tells her they’ll have a day to one another, JUST THE TWO OF THEM, and brings her to a theme park she used to love when she was younger, not really getting her as a person NOW, but still trying. He then says they need security since they’re so famous, and so...he brings along Blitz, the person he’s fucking, the person who’s the center of the main problem that’s ruining his daughter and wife’s life, JUST TO FLIRT WITH HIM. Because yes, we DO learn that he can fend for himself, so not only did he LIE to his daughter about needing security, but he brought blitz along just to get his hard on, when again, the whole point he was DOING this in the first place was to spend time with his daughter. This is why I don’t get the fandom. How...HOW is he a good dad? I’m not even DONE with this post yet and I already managed to explain why he sucks. I feel like the crew and fandom just saw this scene and brushed it over, because I swear, NO ONE EVER TALKS ABOUT THIS SCENE. Ever. Everyone is just blinded by the song he sang, and the ending, which yes, we’ll get to. But holy FUCK guys, this man stooped the bar low all the way to Gahanna.

The funny thing is out of all of this is that at the same time, he ACTUALLY is trying still. He asks his daughter to check out the rides with him, looks at shirts and toys with her, and suggests going to see Robo Fizz’s show since she “loved” it so much as a kid. Again, he’s not really listening to her at all and seems blind (which btw, even if he’s trying, that doesn’t excuse him not listening to her) but he’s STILL trying. However, like I said before, his effort is literally RUINED once he decides to bring blitz along. I don’t understand why Viv decided to go this route. I don’t get why we couldn’t have this episode just be centered around Stolas and his daughter trying to connect with one another, instead of pointless filler scenes with Moxxie and Millie, and a scene with Blitz and Robo fizz that goes nowhere. Blitz and his crew did NOT need to be in this episode, but...of course they had to for the Stolatz shippers and M&M lovers. Oh, and I guess we’re following the Steven Universe law as well, where the main characters HAVE to be in every episode no matter what. I’m trialing, so let’s continue.

So yeah, throughout the whole episode, Stolas is constantly flirting with blitz on the side. Can I just be the first to say (since I guess again, the fandom and crew didn’t seem to notice or care) Stolas flirting with Blitz in FRONT OF HIS DAUGHTER IS DISGUSTING. Not only is he being inappropriate as all hell, (being vulgar and saying blitz is the only man who can fuck him when she’s RIGHT there) but he DOESN’T EVEN BOTHER TO THINK HOW SHE MIGHT FEEL IN THIS SITUATION. Like this “best dad in all of hell” apparently has the nerve to flirt with the key to this families problems, in front of his daughter who’s literally depressed and miserable BECAUSE OF THIS. Like....WOW guys, Stolas is SUCH a good dad omg yess good owl birb 🥺 NO. Just no. Christ, if I had a father who tried to fix his relationship with me by bringing me to a place I was specifically vocal about NOT wanting to go, as well as bringing the person he’s cheating on my mom with just to get his popsicle standing, I would have said “fuck off, you don’t deserve my love”. I’m sorry, but it’s the truth. Let’s wrap this up.

So, after Octavia FINALLY has had enough with her fathers bullshit and storms off (as she should yass queen) Stolas follows her to a fun house, (oh, of course not before asking where Blitz is because he’s his “night in shining armor”) where she’s sitting alone, in tears.

And so, we’re finally at this episodes ending, the famous scene of Stolas consoling his daughter, the scene that everyone said was “moving” and brought people to tears. The scene that wraps this whole mess up, even if it’s waaay to fucking soon to fix a complex relationship like this but again, whatever. It starts out with him sitting next to her, saying “I take it you are not having fun”. I.....GEE YA THINK? What could have brought you to THAT conclusion? Maybe it’s because you forced her to go some place she didn’t want to, and practically ignored her emotionally all day just to flirt with your sex toy but I could...COULD be wrong. Anyway, Octavia says she didn’t want to come here, and he actually apologizes, but of course saying he thought she loved it here even though any smart full grown adult would know that she’s too old for this shit and would have actually LISTENED to her when she said it the first time. Octavia expressed that she was happier when she was kid, when Stolas wasn’t with Blitz and when her parents weren’t arguing all the time. Again, I can appreciate what Stolas says here, because he finally does admit that he should have listened to her, but that’s part of the problem guys. He didn’t, and he brought blitz along. Finally, we get to the part that I think is the most important.

After Octavia says she wants to go home, but that home doesn’t feel like home anymore, Stolas....actually tries to explain how he feels about his wife. A person who used to love someone trying to explain to a child why they don’t anymore is a VERY hefty subject, and a very hard thing to do, ESPECIALLY if that child is your kid, who wants you two to be together again. I want people to know that despite everything I’ve said and what I’m TRYING to say, I’m going to say it now. I don’t think Stolas should get with Stella. I’m not saying he’s a shitty dad because he’s not in love with her anymore, or doesn’t want to be with her, because not being in love with someone anymore isn’t a bad thing, you need to do what’s best for you, otherwise you would end up miserable. I’m saying he’s a shitty dad because he doesn’t listen to her, doesn’t think of how she would feel, and most importantly, DOES NOT PUT IN THE EFFORT. Before I elaborate though, let’s finish this ending. So like I said, Stolas tries to explain what’s going on with his wife. He tries to tell her that he doesn’t love her anymore, and that he’s not happy with her, but......he just can’t get it out. He doesn’t have the words, nor knows how to tell his daughter that he can’t just go back to loving her to fix everything. Now...when it came to this scene, I didn’t know what to think. Some people found this part heart wrenching but positive for Stolas, since people seem to think that the reason he didn’t have the words was simply because he KNEW what he did was wrong, so he couldn’t say anything to back himself up. Others took that scene of him just not knowing how to say it. For me....well, I disagree with the first one. Knowing Viv, it seems more like he said that just because he didn’t know how to say it, not because he knew he was in the wrong. If he knew he was in the wrong, he would have changed his actions, he would have LISTENED to his daughter, and at least TRIED to fix his relationship with his wife, as well as cutting off blitz for a bit to make up lost time with his daughter. But...he doesn’t do that....does he?

Instead, it turns out that Octavia wasn’t upset about Stolas being a twat, she was upset because she’s afraid that Stolas will LEAVE her and run off with blitz. Wow Viv.....really? Yeah okay. Anyway, that’s when Stolas says he would NEVER leave her.....and......guess what guys? EVERYTHING IS OKAY NOW!

Yup! Everything okay, apparently all Stolas needed to do was tell his daughter he would never leave her, (because out of EVERYTHING he did to her, THAT was the biggest problem apparently) and their relationship is now magically fixed! Fuck this. I’m sorry....I....what...what kind of writing is this? And thanks to the “glorious” writing here, everyone thinks Stolas is an amazing dad, simply because he said ONE thing to her. Not because he apologized, not because he changed his actions, but because he said he wouldn’t leave her. Apparently after the HELL he put his daughter through simply because he’s a creepy horny PERVERT, this was ALL the fandom needed to instantly say he’s a good dad. Wow. But....hey....ya know what? Maybe he will get better. Maybe after seeing how hurt he made his daughter and wife, maybe after everything him and his daughter have been through, maybe he won’t go back to loving Stella, but making a change for his daughter, fixing the relationship with his wife and ease down on blitz so he can work on being a better person, so that this broken family can slowly heal and-

OH WAIT A MINUTE.....

PFFFFT......SCREW THAT. ACTUALLY PUTTING IN EFFORT TO HELP MY DAUGHTER AND TRY TO BE BETTER? FUCK MY DAUGHTER! LET’S GO BACK TO FUCKING BLITZ. WHO CARES IF MY DAUGHTER IS LIVING IN A BROKEN HOUSEHOLD, AS LONG AS I GET THAT SWEET IMP DICK, I’LL BE OKAY.

So....circling back to my question before....is the fandom blind? We’re all looking at the same thing right? How this man literally saw his daughter at her worst, and despite him apologizing to her, he goes back to fucking blitz as if episode 2 NEVER HAPPENED. I....we’re literally back at the beginning. NO changes were made, we’re RIGHT back where we fucking started. No “hey blitz, I need to focus more on my daughter so we can’t fuck right now” or “hey blitz, I’m going to have to stop seeing you because right now I need to focus on my daughter”, NOTHING. He’s just screwing around with the man who’s the problem to all of this, not even mentioning or thinking of his daughter, hell, he’s STILL SCREWING BLITZ IN THE SAME BED STELLA WAS GETTING ON HIS CASE ABOUT. If episode 2 didn’t ruin Stolas for me, it was damn well episode 5, because this reveals he made ZERO changes for Octavia. Best dad my FUCKING ass.

And you know what? I’m damn glad Stella took Octavia with her for weekends, because after THIS? This man doesn’t even deserve to look in his daughters direction until he gets his shit together. He can’t even freaking figure out if he truly loves blitz, or sees him as a play thing. Stolas does NOT deserve Octavia, I said what I fucking said. Stolas might as well run off with blitz, because blitz is all he seems to care about. And I don’t care if Stella isn’t the best mother, I truly don’t believe Octavia should be with him. Yeah it’s a hot take, but I’m sick of people saying he’s a good dad when he not only didn’t TRY to change for the sake of his daughters mental health, but he goes back to fucking blitz, and not even trying to fix the relationship with his wife. Christ, he literally used the fact that Octavia was away for HIS BENEFIT in episode 7, just so he could get close to blitz. It doesn’t matter if he genuinely loves his daughter guys. The fandom doesn’t seem to understand that you can GENUINELY love someone and still treat them like shit, or make wrong decisions. Just because you love someone, doesn’t mean you’re a saint when it comes to the relationship. I really hope in the future of this show, Stolas either puts in effort to change, or gets the consequences coming to him. And NO, Stella trying to kill him doesn’t count. I’m sick of the fandom siding with Stolas simply because Stella is worse. I don’t care if she’s worse, Stolas still did what he did, he still SUCKS AS A DAD.

He’s a HORRIBLE husband, and a horrible father. Thank you for reading.

[phantomrose96]

Old Wounds

Danny’s secret is not a secret anymore.

The lines between Fenton and Phantom have long since blurred. And it’s a common occurrence for news reporters to trip over their tongue when flagging him down, mid-transformation, for a post-fight interview. “Phanton.” “Fentom.” So often that, to most now, he is just Danny.

When Danny wants upgrades to his gear, he comes to his mother. When Danny learns a quirky new element of Ghost Zone lore, he brings it to his father. When the Amity Park Ghost Alarm is raised, he’s first on the scene with the Fenton RV right on his non-corporeal heels.

When he’s injured, Danny comes only to his friends and sister.

Jazz notices the pattern. How it is only her, or only Sam, or only Tucker who receives the late-night knock at the window glass, with her brother on the other side, corny sheepish smile on display and arm or leg or shoulder held up in explanation.

Jazz notices how hushed Danny remains, day or night, when he comes to her for first aid. How he speaks in that same hesitant muted tone as he did when all of this was still a secret. How he quiets himself in the way injured prey animals do.

Jazz doesn’t feel it’s her place to ask. Not yet, at least. Eventually. But not yet.

The window is open. Honeysuckle-sweet gusts of late-spring air swirl through Jazz’s room and tease away the sheen of sweat that has collected on her brow. She cannot wipe it away herself, not with both hands meticulously occupied in tweezering out the singed fabric from her brother’s arm.

Danny winces, and hisses, and Jazz frees another thread from its embedded hold in Danny’s burn wound.

“It’s kind of like… summer vacation when we were kids and we’d get splinters visiting Aunt Alicia’s lake house,” Jazz remarks with another careful tug. “…If we can call it a lake house.”

“Lake shed,” Danny replies, grinning through the sweat shining on his pale face. “And I think every part of that dock was an OSHA violation.” He laughs through another wince.

“Dad was the king of tweezers. I think he got out every splinter that dock ever gave me.” Jazz pauses. “I wonder why that was. Think it’s the needlepoint?”

“It’s definitely the needlepoint,” Danny agrees.

Jazz hesitates on the question lingering behind her tongue. Just a little too long. Just a little too obviously.

“What?” Danny asks.

Jazz’s hand falters. She puts the tweezers down. “Danny, I will always always be happy to help you like this. Same goes for Sam, same goes for Tucker, I know. I’m positive. But I wonder why… not Mom or Dad?” Jazz eyes the tweezers, glinting in the moonlight. “I’m just… I’m thinking how much cleaner this might be if you got Dad to do it. And Mom’s got like, wilderness survival level first aid expertise. I can’t help thinking I’m hurting you more by it being… me, you know?”

Danny looks at her, and looks past her a moment. His grin slips a fraction into discomfort as his eyes leave hers. “Maybe I just like the excuse to invade your room.”

“Danny…” Jazz waits until he looks at her again. “Are you afraid they’ll make you stop if they realize you’re getting injured?”

Danny lets out a puff of air from behind his lips. “No, never. I mean, maybe if I got really really injured they’d say something. But just getting a little roughed up? I think it’s about on par with a kid coming home from football practice with a few scrapes, at least, in their eyes. They get more banged up than me these days. I’m not worried.”

Jazz reaches for the bottle of disinfectant. She unscrews the cap to a biting alcohol smell. “…So will you tell me why?”

“Why what?”

“Why you won’t ever go to them with injuries? Ever?”

Cotton swab, pure silver under the moonlight. Jazz douses it gently, a muted glug-glug from the bottle.

“…I’m that obvious about it, huh?”

“You’re obvious about most things. This’ll be cold.” Jazz applies the swab to the open wound, and Danny hisses in turn.

“Yeah. Cold. And stingy. Cold and stingy.” After a few seconds, the tension eases out of Danny’s body. He droops a little, shoulders slumped, and Jazz pulls the cotton swab away.

“Are you ashamed of your injuries?”

“No.”

“Are you worried Mom and Dad’ll make them worse?”

“Nah. You said it yourself, those two are weird, unconventional medical experts.”

“Then why not?”

A beat of silence follows. A moment of trepidation. Awash in moonlight, Danny looks up at her, and the glow in his green eyes has a life of its own. “I don’t want them to see the injuries that have already healed.”

“Why would that be a problem?” Jazz looks again. Danny’s suit covers most everything, save now for the one sleeve that’s been rolled back. She sees what she already knew was there – what isn’t obvious to the eye not searching – threads of white ridges, puckers of skin, a faded rashy texture of what had once been an ectoblast burn. Old injuries. Long healed. Faded and fading further. “Those are all healed now. Just some scars, right…?”

Danny hesitates.

“I don’t want them to figure out how many of those scars they caused.”

A gust of wind steals the antiseptic smell from the room. Jazz sits with the silence. She thinks, and she processes.

“Oh…”

Danny straightens. “They kind of… live in this world where hunting ghosts is all fun and games, you know? Like it’s a sport, like they can just get into go-mode and jump into the fun. I don’t think they’ve figured out yet that they can—could—did …cause damage.”

Danny adjusts himself on Jazz’s bed, one leg pulled up, body angled to face her directly. He doesn’t let his eye contact wander now. “They both apologized. Definitely. Like that definitely happened, back at the start of this. But it was kind of like ‘We must’ve given you so much trouble Danny! How’d you come home every day and not bite our heads off over that?’ Like. Again. Like it’s a game. Like they’d been knocking my chess pieces over for a year and not—”

Danny falters. He raises his uninjured arm and tucks the hair away from his face. “And I don’t… want it to click for them. What I have right now with Mom and Dad is so nice… It’s so much better than I even imagined. I want it to stay like this. Forever, if possible.”

“Danny…”

“And even that actually—maybe I’m actually wrong about that. Completely wrong. About their reaction, I mean. It’s possible maybe they’d see everything and just go,” Danny deepens his voice, “‘Wow! We did a number on you, huh? Man Danny I don’t know how you didn’t just smack us over the breakfast table every morning.’ you know? Like that. Like this was all just always a game. And they—and I-- …I like how relaxed ghost hunting is with them. I actually like that it feels like a game. I don’t ever want to go back to feeling how scared and afraid and unsafe and hurt I was that first year. ...But I’m afraid of how it would feel to know that maybe they’d see that, look at it all, everything they did and the scars like the actual proof and it—if it wouldn't ever be real to them. If they'd never get that it was like that. If they still wouldn’t realize—you know? That they—if they—I don’t uh…” Danny drops his eyes, and he shrinks in on himself. “I don’t know how to explain it…”

“No I—Danny I know what you’re saying. Don’t worry. Danny, I—”

“Either answer. Any answer. I don’t want to know… I don’t actually want to know.” Danny angles himself away again, feet dropped over the side of Jazz’s bed, staring down at the hands in his lap. “If it would horrify them, then I’d be ruining all the good things I have with them right now. And if it wouldn’t horrify them—” Danny falls quiet. The breeze has stilled. The room is colder now. “…then I think I just don’t ever want to know.”

Jazz nods, and nods harder.

“I get it. I get it. That’s a good enough answer for me, Danny, I promise. I’m your first aid person, okay? I won’t ask again. Thanks for… thanks for telling me, Danny.”

"Can always trust you to bring up the difficult conversations huh? Of course that's always been your thing. Talking to you is--well I'd say it's like pulling teeth, but maybe it's more like pulling ecto-demolished hazmat suit fabric out of a burn wound."

Danny offers a sheepish grin - it's an olive branch, a request to lighten the mood. Jazz meets it with her own small grin that does not touch her eyes.

"Yeah yeah, I'm your older sister. It's my job to be a pain. Now sit still, I need to be more of a pain if we're gonna de-hazmat suit your injury."

She picks the tweezers back up. The silence rings with an echo in her head now. Jazz focuses her attention back on her task, and she finds something she was wrong about before:

There is nothing faded about the scars that web up and down her little brother’s arm. They are stark streaks of lightning, glowing silver under the moonlight. And Jazz wonders how many others—how many that flaked away and melded back with healthy skin—how many of those might still be living, lingering, a permanent part of her little brother, buried well beneath the surface…

[halestrom]

Okay lemme try and get my feels out in a semblance of like…sanity and not the jumbled mass in my brain.

I fully HC that John and Nancy knew each other as kids? Idk why I do, but I do. Maybe their parents were friends, or maybe they met each other at horse shows. Whatever the case is, they met and became friends and so naturally, had to deal with years of “oh they’re so cute theyre going to date when they get older” but mostly they just talked about horses and getting away. John to fly, and Nancy to the city and be a Big City Girl. They grew up and never dated but they were still friends, bonding over a dislike of the status quo. John was supposed to inherit, and Nancy was supposed to marry a Good Man and be a Wife. Neither of them wanted that. Neither of them wanted to deal with the pressures of old money like they were and didn’t want to be part of the crowd.

John took Nancy to the cotillion but they stayed for most of it bc it was important to their families, but then snuck out and smoked outside, drank a little bit and Nancys dress got ruined and John lost the cufflinks his granddad had given him but neither of them cared bc they had fun

John was the first person Nancy told she got into some Epic School up in a Big City, away from their families and John told Nancy he had joined the USAF and decided to go to Uc Santa Cruz instead of the one school they wanted.

They kept in touch, and somewhere over the years in college and dealing with their families ever disapproving eyes, they bonded over how Different they were, and their friendship was Real and so they fell in love.

Families are happy, John and Nancy are happy and the wedding is amazing. John didn’t even stumble over his words bc he meant them and Nancy knew that meant a lot bc John was never a big talker.  John is sent off to basic and he goes, and then he’s sent to flight school and more training and finally, he’s deployed and Nancy knew this was coming, she did. John had been dreaming of this since he was a kid and she knew that going in. Her Dad had been military, her grandad and her mother and grandmother and everyone else spoke about how it was a Good thing. That having military service looked good in the right circles.

Except John was in it for life, and that was where people started to side eye him because he was supposed to do his four and be out. But he reupped, he made first lt, and then second lt, and was constantly overseas and being drawn away at night.

And Nancy thought this is what she wanted, because it’s what john wanted. But every night was cold, and lonely and she could barely find two words to say to him on the phone and when he was back, he’d stare into the distance, he couldn’t talk about his time over there because it was classified, and she was okay with it, she was. She kept telling herself she was fine, she loved him.

But then more training, and more missions and John made Captain and the silences when he was home were heavier than when he was gone until the point came she hated it when he was home because the silence was so heavy she wondered how he could fly with that weight already on his shoulders.

And she knew she couldn’t keep doing this, and so she kept trying, kept trying to draw John out but he wasn’t ever the most talkative, and now he was even worse. Preferring silence, preferring to be outside and preferring to not be around the world they had grown up in because Nancy had found comfort in that, in her mother, grandmother and other wives of military men who told her that it was normal and it was fine. He didn’t have nightmares like her Uncle did so John was fine.

And she had comfort in that, and so she started going, spending more time around the people she had once rebuffed and trying to get John to see that there was some good. But John saw nothing but chains holding him back from the skies, a father who only liked him when he was home and silent and a brother who was everything he couldn’t be. A mother who had died and been forgotten as soon as Patrick had found another finger to put a ring on. Everything John had hated as a kid, he hated more as an adult but Nancy didn’t hate it anymore.

The arguments started. Never from John, but she knew she did. Because she wanted to get something from him. Some sort of emotion, something to keep them together but John was a solider and she could see that now. Her screaming had nothing on what he had seen and she knew what she had to do.

But the problem was she loved him. Which was the first thing she told him when she slid the papers to him, trying to ignore the relief in his eyes. She loved him, but she didn’t love his job and that was as much a part of him as breathing. John was meant for the skies and she loved him enough to know that letting him go was the only way to save both of them.

The divorce was easy, John didn’t fight and Nancy didn’t take anything. She got the house because John didn’t need it, and she promised to keep his old mustang he rebuilt by hand safe until he had a home, even though part of her expected to bury the keys with him before he was fifty.

The weirdest thing was how much they still talked. She wrote letters and called, and john wrote letters and called and the friendship and the love was still there, and how much easier it was as time went on and they accepted they loved each other, but being loved and being in love were two different things and they were old enough to know that now. And even when John made Major, and then almost had his wings stripped she talked to him, and kept talking to him even when he went down to Antarctica instead of giving up.

She knew he wouldn’t, John never gave up on anything he wanted. Which was a hard day when she realized that and what it meant for her.

But the hardest thing was when he told her goodbye and didn’t hear from him for four years until Patrick died and she saw him, and saw the pain and stress on his face from the four years but she could see how alive he still looked. She knew him, even now, and through the pain, the stress, she could see a light in him and she knew she had made the right choice. And even with another man’s ring on her finger, and the piles of paperwork she had never bothered with before to change her last name from Sheppard waiting for her signature, she still loved him.

And from the tight smile, the nervous way he asked her for a favor, knowing how much and how hard she had worked for a job she loved, she knew John knew what he was asking for, and she knew part of him loved her as well.

She loved John, he loved her. But they weren’t right for each other and maybe in another world they would be. But he belonged in the sky, and she had always hated looking during storms because she was afraid of what she might see in the skies.

Man, big Nancy Sheppard thoughts tonight.