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jasmine-tea-latte · 4 years ago

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Since nobody asked for my input, here’s a lovely PSA for antis in general, because some of y’all need a reminder / a reality check.

(Excluding the folks who properly tag stuff as anti-__, of course, because that’s the whole point of that tag.)

Also, please note that I’m not saying don’t engage in debates ever or feel like you should be silent about subjects that matter to you. Create dialogue! Learn from other people! By all means, share your POV! Discuss the numerous other things you’re passionate about. Speak your mind.

Also, this is not in reference to critical thinking posts regarding fandom content or metas. This is about being an ass on a post that harms absolutely no one.

This post is strictly about how we consume media for entertainment (I.e. ship preferences) and how, if you’re constantly seeing posts pop up for something you hate yet you keep diving into the tags of said thing and feel compelled to comment on it, especially if it’s that stupid “No❤️” shit - congratulations, you’re playing yourself, and I’m about to show you why.

Also, the point of this post is not to be holier than thou or overtly preachy. I posted plenty of obnoxious stuff on fandom forums back in the day, so learn from my mistakes, okay?

Here’s something you need to understand right here, right now:

You are responsible for cultivating your own internet experience.

Don’t like seeing tons of posts about a show / ship / topic you dislike or have no interest in?

Don’t interact with it.

Just keep scrolling along.

I’m serious.

Let it go.

Devote your time and energy on things you do enjoy and let the fans of whatever it is that you hate enjoy that thing in peace.

Take for instance pecan pie. I hate pecan pie with a passion. Guess what I’m not going to do, though? Go over to a forum or group of people who like it and start screaming about how gross it is and how anyone who likes pecan pie is a terrible, horrible person.

Because why waste my time deliberately going somewhere that I don’t have to be and know I won’t like, picking fights and being an asshole in general?

But if it’s posted in a public forum it’s up for debate, I hear you complain.

Yeah, so?

What do you honestly think you’re going to accomplish by raining on someone else’s parade?

Seriously, I’m asking you, what do you really think is going to happen if you waltz up and start yelling at fans of something about how they’re stupid or awful for liking XYZ?

What’s it going to cost you to keep scrolling and find something that sparks joy instead of rage?

Answer:

If you’re lucky (that is, if you present a well-thought out and cohesive argument) then you might convince some people over to your side.

But realistically in the best case scenario, you’d have a civil debate where absolutely no one changes their mind.

If that’s what your goal was, congrats! You successfully shared your opinion without making yourself look like an asshole who has nothing better to do with their time than pick unnecessary fights and looking to stir shit up just because you’re bored.

But if you go up to a table of people chowing down on pecan pie and tell them that they’re stupid for liking it when cherry / chocolate / whatever pie flavor that floats your boat exists, guess what’s gonna happen?

You will get eyerolls and be considered a douche, but no one will give an actual fvck what you have to say.

I straight up insulted a group of fans for liking something I hated and I did so by going out of my way over to their corner of the fandom. AITA?

Yes, YTA (you’re the asshole) in this scenario.

There’s a post floating around out there explaining how you wouldn’t walk into an Italian restaurant and yell about how you don’t like the food and that you’d rather eat at the Chinese restaurant across the street.

Who in their right mind would do that? Nobody, that’s who, and that’s what you look like deliberately poking around a fandom you hate to cause discord.

Also pro tip: you’re ultimately shooting yourself in the foot when you do obnoxious things like that.

The more you interact with a certain topic or spend time posting about it online, the more you’ll see of it, because that’s how the algorithms work.

It doesn’t matter if you post “I love pecan pie!” or “pecan pie is the worst!”

All that algorithm picks up on is the keyword “pecan pie” so if you hate it? Guess what, you just served yourself another slice of crap and you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.

A few years ago some people on Facebook got sick and tired of seeing Buzzfeed constantly post about KUWTK. Which I get, because idgaf about them, tbh - don’t hate them but don’t care, either. But someone decided to fill the comment sections of those posts with pet pictures as a protest of sorts to prove that literally anything else was more entertaining. Yeah that’ll show them!

Except that it didn’t matter that all of their comments were irrelevant. The algorithm just saw a bunch of traffic on the KUWTK posts, which in turn caused Buzzfeed to post about them even more. It turned into a cycle of self destruction by the commenters, because the more they posted pet pics, the more traffic they gave to the very posts they wanted to destroy.

Hence why I preached earlier about how I keep scrolling whenever I see a post for a ship or movie / show / other media for something I dislike. Because guess what happens? It goes away and I only see posts for things I dislike on rare occasions.

Also, the block / hide option is sitting right there, folks.

I just don’t understand the mindset of someone who spends all their time online complaining about a ship / show / media and actively seeks it out to further spread their discontent, then is Suprised Pikachu when the topic keeps showing up in their recommended lists.

Look, I’m ultimately here to have fun and interact with other fans of media that I enjoy. I’m not here to tell you what to do or how you should use your time. If going out of your way to antagonize fans of the thing you despise fills you with warm and fuzzies then don’t let me stop you if that’s how you actually choose to live your life. Some people just want to watch the world burn, so you do you, boo.

But the fact of the matter is that you can waste your time whining about how gross pecan pie is or you can choose to spend your time by promoting the kind of pie you do like, cultivating a much more pleasant experience for yourself, not to mention peace of mind.

You don’t win the pie war by hijacking posts and acting like a tool. You win it by creating content of your favorite pie until it outnumbers the kind you dislike.

Plus, if you put out more posts praising and promoting things you do like, it’ll help the algorithm suggest more content that you actually would enjoy.

Yeah but it’s my right to do that! I hear you argue just for the sake of being argumentative or because you genuinely enjoy the attention that it gets you. So I have to ask,

Why are you making yourself mad when you could make yourself glad instead?

Basically what I’m saying is that when it comes to spewing contrarion opinions in a forum for the sake of causing drama:

The world is a shitty enough place at times already, and fandom is meant to be fun.

Stop seeking out things you hate and then bitch about seeing them. Love yourself and take care of your mental health.

Don’t be that asshole.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

And now, I’m off to go find some delicious key lime pie and be thankful that it’s not pecan.

#I was in some kind of mood y’all #but seriously #don’t be an asshole #my stuff #not atla

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edwardslostalchemy · 5 years ago

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the thing that kills me about bakugou is when the plf go "having a powerful quirk means i'm better than you"and basically advocate for eugenics, it's horrible and corrupt, but when bakugou does it, it's lol funny and 'oh that gremlin.' in a recent chapter he made fun of the past OFA holders for having 'weak' quirks and dying and he said these things in front of Toshi, who has himself given so much. just...what was the point of him knowing about OFA if he was just going to be a disrespectful ass?

I have no idea why it was necessary for him to know, tbh. I think it was a waste of an opportunity to give him growth by NOT telling him. And honestly, I agree that k*tsuki and the plf have similar ideals because they’re elitists. :/ They think they’re better than others. Unironically, the lov wanting k*tsuki on their side would have been like, them all sharing this same thought. Idk, I just don’t like him. The things he says and does are played off as comedic relief now and it’s honestly so annoying. He needs to be brought down from his pedestal.

(I have multiple messages so I am putting them all in one post under a read more, I hope it works, but if somehow it doesn’t, I’m really sorry. My computer says it works, but mobile doesn’t show it. This will be a long post.)

Anonymous said:

You know... I wouldn’t mind Bakugou winning vs Ochako so much if his blast had simply redirected enough rubble for him to make it though the pelting, and the fight had ended with an actual visible inflicted injury on his part, like a cut on his face, that stuck around for the rest of the tournament. Make the close call have more concrete, visible consequences for him then his arms aching a bit.

I agree with this completely. That thing about his arms aching doesn’t show much of the consequences at all. And he gets over it rather quickly. I hate that he has so much plot armor.

Anonymous said:

Ngl i dont ship Todo/deku (dont really ship Izuku with anyone lol) but its such a nice ship like?? People can ship what they want but why ship Baku/deku when Tododeku is RIGHT THERE. I would rather have todo/deku be the twin stars like.. Todoroki having to overcome his fathers legacy and be a better hero then his father ever could be while Izuku perpetuates all mights legacy and carries the legacy of One For All?? Poetic cinema

+ I SENT AN ASK ABOUT PREFERRING TODO/DEKU TO BAKU/DEKU AND I WANTED TO ADD SOMETHING SKSKS. we could totally have an "its your power" moment. Izuku getting Todo to accept his left side and Todo getting Izuku to remember that OFA is his power now.

Todo/deku is really the poetic cinema we need and deserve. Idk why people like b*kud*ku, that’s what they prefer, but the ship itself is not healthy in the slightest and I find it pretty disturbing. I agree with you, nony. Everything you said is correct.

Anonymous said:

If I'm gonna be honest the whole "he was raised in a household of screaming and abuse" isn't a good enough reason as to why Bakugo has no chill. Like we've seen people like Todoroki raised in a household much worst but he didn't come out as a jerk or bully. I'd like to see more of Bakugo's interactions with his parents but for the most part the dad seems like a pushover and his mom is just loud at times. But no where close to Endeavor. So yeah Bakugo shut up challenge

Yeah, idk how their dynamic works, it’s just mitsuki screaming at k*tsuki while his dad tries to intervene, but doesn’t do a good job about it. I don’t like that she smacked his head. But I think people really stretch it to give him a tragic backstory when in reality, he doesn’t have one. He is a spoiled brat. Shouto has proven how to be a better person. He’s just a better character in general.

Anonymous said:

This might be long but I want to get something off my chest and I love your blog so I used to like bk//dk. If you asked me why. It's because I was enamored by the fanon ver of this pair with a better bkg and the whole appeal of childhood 'friends'/reconciliation trope it had going on and some fans have convinced me that their relationship wasn't as bad as it's portrayed before UA and that bkg was only like that because of society and thinking Izuku was "looking down" at him. 1/3

Thinking about it. it's really stupid and the verge of victim blaming but anyways. What stopped me from liking it and instead hating the pair is that after dk vs kc 2 I was expecting the improvement in their relationship, for a moment I thought we got it. But in reality it's just bc we haven't seen them interact much after the overhaul arc and before the joint training arc.Then the joint arc came and the 2nd internship arc came and whoo boy, I feel like I was cheated on. 2/3

Rather than making bkg's behavior improve towards Izuku, He's still as much of an asshole who belittles him, mocks him ,acts like he can't stand him but less threats of killing him combined with Izuku who just takes it because he's a nice person. But the narrative acts like their good friends now and I have been feeling so frustrated with this, I wanted a mutual relationship with mutual respect on both sides and bk//dk hasn't reached that part and it shouldn't take this long for it to be. 3/3

Thank you for sharing this with me, nony!! I appreciate it. It’s really sad that their relationship hasn’t improved at all. It’s so long overdue and now things are played as comedic relief like him hurting Izuku with his spike and also being extremely disrespectful during the ofa meetings. Their relationship isn’t healthy and it isn’t friendly, no matter how canon wants to paint it that way.

Anonymous said:

the only reason bkg gets to know OFA is because he guilted Izu into telling him a half truth in S1 then guilted AM and Izu with his tantrum in S3 He also had the privilege to know Izu since childhood and saw AFO so he had the advantage Izuku would have never told him otherwise. Same time Izuku's friends don't "deserve" to know about OFA, rather, Izuku deciding to tell them himself will make the revelation to them more special since its Izu deciding to tell a piece of himself than being forced to

HOT TAKE

@havocsss said:

i just wanted to say i appreciate your opinion on bnha about bakugo (bc someone finally said it 👀) and you put into words for me how i feel abt that character - and that's partly why i just can't watch it. he's the bully that everyone idolises and gets let away with murder and naaaah mate that's not how it works

Thank you, I’m glad to hear it. I don’t like that he, a literal bully who has suicide baited Izuku and has hurt him with his explosion quirk, is the fandom’s favorite and the most popular character. Literally any other character would have been better to stan than him. He’s everywhere and I can’t enjoy part of the series because of him always being there. It’s so annoying. I will continue to yell about why he is not a good character until horikoshi gives us the development he desperately needs AND an apology to Izuku for being so abusive to him. And yes, bullying is abuse.

Anonymous said:

I know that feeling. I also greatly dislike Bakugou. He almost ruins the manga for me at times. I can't even think of a plot with Izuku where Hori won't try to include him in some way. I tried reading metas abt him, tried to look at him in a different light but I realised that I really hate his personality, combined with his overhyped popularity just makes me can't stand him. I wish I could even just be neutral for him but that's being a challenge.

Yeah, he’s not a good character. Very infuriating and annoying. We do not stan him in this house.

Anonymous said:

I feel like if Aizawa actually knew that Bakugou used to bully Izuku he'd probably whoop Bakugou's ass

OOF I’d like to see him expel him.

Anonymous said:

I like how it's framed like I'm supposed to feel sorry for Bakugou because he feels manpain for not being the strongest in the class. Like the dude went from a regular school to the best of the best and he still expected to be the strongest person there is with no challenge?

Awww, is the spoiled brat sad? Good. He can die mad about it.

Anonymous said:

If Aizawa did the combat training instead of All Might he would've stopped Bakugou the first time he used his gauntlets and automatically failed him and I really wish that would've been the outcome

Tbh he should have been expelled for trying to kill a classmate.

Anonymous said:

Oh yeah I remember that character entrance when he just basically I insults his partner for training. Look I love the kid but if I was a teacher I would've flamed him so hard like there could've been a hostage, that weapon could have went off, his partner could've been captured. That's how you ended up failing the license exam

OOF. When will he learn.

Anonymous said:

Um excuse the ever living fuck out of me but I just saw a fic that was bakugou/consequences where Izuku attempted suicide and you know what the ship was?? My pure green son who deserves the world and his literal bully/abuser are you SHITTING ME???? I try very hard not to hate ships I do really try but I just CAN'T with this ship it disgusts me

It's not a healthy ship. I am disturbed by this fic and I don’t even know what it’s called and I don’t want to know. Eww.

Anonymous said:

I see myself as Izuku cause I relate to him a lot and I just read something where Bakugou does what my abuser did to me to Izuku and now I'm having a very hard time stomaching the thought of him and like I really loved kiri/baku too but now I can't even think about it cause someone who shipped my notp thought it would be a good idea to make Bakugou an abuser and give Izuku Stockholm syndrome ☹

Oh nony…I’m so sorry to hear about that. That really sounds rough and I hope you’re feeling better. That sounds awful. I’m just…I’m appalled. Also giving Izuku Stockholm syndrome with this ship is just. Wow.

#anti bakugou #anti bkdk #iamtypinglike98madmen #havocsss #anonymous #tw abuse #if anyone needs anything tagged let me know

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years ago

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Survey #358

“i know the pieces fit, ‘cuz i watched them fall away”

Would you ever own a Great Dane as a pet? Oh Lord, my mom wants one so bad. She looooves big dogs. I wouldn't, though. I don't want another dog, period. What was or is your favorite quality about your recent ex? Her resilience, strength, creativity, loyalty, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc. lol. Have you ever witnessed a human being giving birth in real life? No, and I NEVER fucking will. What about an animal? Yeah, cats. What kind of things do you enjoy reading about on sites like Wikipedia? I sometimes do that for straightening out game plots after watching a let's play if I have remaining questions. Wikipedia tends to do well with compressing it. Which country’s cuisine that you haven’t tried, would you be interested in sampling? (e.g. Moroccan, Thai etc.) I wouldn't know because I'm not educated enough on foreign cuisines. What’s the last movie you watched on your own? The Shining, I think, forever ago. Fried, poached, boiled or scrambled eggs? Scrambled. Have you ever got into a club, whilst being underage? I've never tried. Are you happy with your relationship with God, or do you want more from it? I don't have one. Do you struggle with boredom? Very, very severely. I have absolutely awful anhedonia; I'm pretty much constantly bored. Literally. I just... find things to pass the time, even if I'm not really enjoying myself. What famous person do you wish you could be friends with? I'm going to assume here you don't mean a significant other, because uh... y'all been known lmaooo. I would really love to be friends with Gab Smolders (I know that's not her real name, just using her YT name), because we have very similar interests. As well, Suzie Hanson is a fucking SWEETHEART. I miss her channel. :( At some point I want to purchase some stuff from her store to support the darling. Man, thinking of this question, there's really a lot. What would you do if you were famous? Hate it, haha. Do you wish you hair were shorter or longer? It's at a fine length right now. What photo editing website or software do you use? Lightroom and Photoshop. What hair color looks best on you and what’s your natural color? I think my hair looked best black. It's naturally brown. What is your favorite show to watch? Meerkat Manor. It is so, so comforting to me. Are your maternal/parental instincts strong? Not with kids, oddly enough. I've only ever really encountered strong protective instincts with significant others like when they're sick or something like that. In school, do you/did you work better by yourself or in a group? I absolutely worked better alone. I hated group work. Do you know anyone who has a collection of old records? My mom did, once upon a time. I feel like I know someone who does now... but idk. Do you go on any forums often? Just RP ones. Would you ever agree to an open relationship with someone? Nnnnope. Do people always say you’re too thin? Uh, I have the opposite problem. Could you design a whole web page yourself? Not from scratch, no. I've only done so on free sites that give you the bare bones and easy editing. Have you ever cooked an entire dinner for your family? Definitely not. Do you prefer piano music or violin music? Ohhhh, both are beautiful, but I have to say violin. Who do you tend to get in fights with the most? My mom, I guess, not that we fight a lot. Are you attracted to spooky and macabre things naturally? YEP. Have you ever bobbed for apples? Were you successful? No. It's disgusting if you're going after others, and besides, I HATE water up my nose and have never quite figured out how to block it out without plugging it. Hypothetically speaking, if you had a child [too young to make their own decisions], what would you dress him/her up as for Halloween? It would depend on what their interests were. Do you intend to take your children trick-or-treating, if ever you have any? I'm not having kids, but if I did, I definitely would if they wanted to go. What is the coolest jack-o-lantern you have ever seen? Now THAT'S hard, I really don't know. What was your favorite candy to get from trick-or-treating? What about your least favorite? Reese's was my favorite, and I never liked Tootsie Rolls. Did you ever receive anything that wasn’t candy? Maybe? I feel like I have... Have you ever carved a really extensive pumpkin, or were they always simple carvings? Yes; I once carved a pumpkin with a raven design with "and quoth the raven, 'nevermore'" written into the back. The raven wasn't just a flat cut-out, but rather carved in layers so the light came through differently at certain depths. Are you more interested in cute, funny, “sexy”, or scary costumes? For myself, absolutely the scary ones. In general though, I'm not gonna BS ya, I love me some sexy costumes, haha, but also still scary and particularly gory ones. Have you ever intimidated or made another person feel legitimately threatened? If not, do you think that you could ever be seen as scary? I seriously hate admitting this, but Mom has confessed that my yelling has scared her before when scolding our former dog that I fucking hated. In what ways do you or would you need to be validated by a partner? (For example, liking your posts/talking about you on social media, or perhaps by doting on your with gifts.) I absolutely need words of affirmation. I just need to hear a lot that you do still like/love me. Also, if you're unwilling to actually act like we're a couple in front of ANYONE, like you're ashamed of me or something, byyyyeeee. Do you tend to succeed by weaning yourself off of something or by quitting cold turkey? It depends, I guess. Is there a specific type of pet breed/size/etc. that you don’t want? Why not? Any that have underlying medical issues, like pugs, spider ball pythons, Persian cats, etc. etc... It's just a moral thing; I don't want to support the deliberate continuation of poor genes in animals for human monetary gain. It's just wrong to me. Away from breeds, I also don't really want free-roaming animals after my cat passes, because I don't want to endanger the reptiles and invertebrates I want as pets in the future. Have you ever lived in a notoriously dangerous area? If not, would it bother you to do so? I grew up in one, yes. I never want to again. Has a friend’s significant other ever interfered with or damaged your friendship? What about a significant other of yours damaging a friendship? No. What, if anything, is something that you put pressure on yourself about? What do you imagine would happen if you did not live up to this expectation? Getting a job nowadays. I do NOT want to imagine what my life will be like if I never find employment. If you have been in a serious relationship, have you and your partner ever discussed lifetime plans that clashed? Did you reconcile them or did you break up? If you have not been in a relationship, what are some issues that would be deal-breakers? This hasn't happened, no. If you were offered to smoke some weed right now would you accept? Honestly, I want to try weed to see if it would help my anxiety, BUT I'm unwilling to ever smoke something, so no. Have you ever changed clothes in a vehicle? Yeah. Do you listen to country music? No. Have you ever had a boyfriend your parents didn’t like? No. Were you ever a trouble maker? Not really, no. Do you shave your legs? Hell, that's debatable by this point. I haven't since this past October, but I *would* if for whatever reason someone might see my legs. I am not overexaggerating when I say I naturally have men's legs as far as hair goes, oof. Do you have any person in your family with an addiction to beer? That's what my dad always drank when he was an alcoholic. He doesn't touch alcohol now. Have you ever gotten sloppy drunk at a party? No. Have you ever slept naked? Accidentally. Could you ever be friends with the person who hurt you most in life? I really don't think I could be. Do you actually like going to school? I never did. Have you ever really been in a “complicated relationship”? How did that work out? In your opinion, what makes a relationship “complicated”? No. I don't care enough to go into what a complicated relationship means, I think it's pretty obvious. Who was the first person you’ve ever fallen in love with? Is this a person you’re still in contact with? How do you know you’re in love with someone? Jason, and no. And you just... know. It's a wordless feeling . Have you ever successfully broken a bad habit? How about conquered a fear of something? Uhhhh I don't know, really. Well, I used to be AWFUL at picking my eyebrows, particularly when anxious, but I have gotten better at that. I still kinda do it, though. Onto the next question, I don't believe I've "conquered" a fear, but rather they just faded with time on their own. Have you ever read a whole series of books? Yeah. Are you going to walk at your graduation or just pick your diploma up? I walked. Do you own a pair of brass knuckles? No. Have you ever tried to break a Guinness World Record? No. Can you sing your ABC’s backwards? I can't. Do you like Skittles? I love Skittles. Do you know how to read music? I used to. Who would you say has made the biggest impact on your life? Really, Jason. He ultimately led to me getting proper treatment for my depression, which changed my life. I'm in no way giving him credit for it, but you get what I mean. You can only listen to THREE CDs for the rest of your life. What are they? Black Rain and Ozzmosis by Ozzy Osbourne, and uhhh... perhaps The Black Album by Metallica. Do you own any shirts that have a year on it? Yeah, but it's way too small for me now. It's from Back To The Future, when we actually reached the date in the movie. Have you ever done another person’s make-up? Ha, I gave Jason a makeover once. Honestly, do you double dip? Not if I'm sharing the dip with other people. Who were you last on an elevator with? My mom. Do you know anyone that has a black belt in karate? Not to my knowledge. How often do you wear hats? Never. Who is the youngest gay person you know? *shrug* Have you ever watched an animal being eaten by another animal? I've seen cats eat mice and stuff as a kid. What is the strangest, most “out there” thing you believe? Some people I'm sure would consider the fact I believe the government was involved in 9/11 as "out there," but when you look into it, it's far from "out there." Do you get along with people who are especially religious? Why/why not? It depends on how they act about it, not what they keep in their head. Now if they have just purely hateful beliefs that demonize another's existence, then no, we can't get along. Have you ever drawn or painted a self-portrait? Painted, yes, for an art class. Do you have any interesting pillow cases? No. Are you more afraid of spiders or bees? Bees, generally. Especially if we're talking things like wasps, who are just demon spawns. Would you rather donate time, blood, or money? That's a really hard question, but I guess time? Like I'm thinking volunteer work and stuff, or listening to and comforting someone. Can grills be sexy on a guy? They're sexy on absolutely no one. Last strong smell you can remember smelling? Ugh, gasoline. This one car in front of my mom and me smelled awful. Last healthy thing you ate? Apples. Do you know anybody who was abused? Emotionally, yes. Do your parents volunteer anywhere? No. Do you have a steering wheel cover? Mom's car doesn't. What do you think of when you see sharp knives? This is really morbid, but I will immediately envision what it would be like to be stabbed. I'm very afraid of knives. The highway and back roads take you to the same place; choose your route. The back roads, of course. And let me bring my camera.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''schism'' by tool

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rosesnink · 5 years ago

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A Glance on MOTY: Is it close to reality? + my experience as a girl with separated parents

Mother of the Year is about to end during its chapter release I've seen many of your opinions and glances on the case of MC and Guy and even MC's little daughter.

As always,this is just my opinion and reality of the custody battles and parenting,and you're welcome of sharing yours.

TW: Bullying,domestic abuse,mentions of abusive households.

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MOTY has been a crude,real and transparent book since the beggining. A new single mom coming to a new town,now fully recovered of being abandoned by her own ex husband and her daughter's father. She's now on her own with a new school and a kid to take care of.

Since the divorce was a thing here in Madrid (I don't know when it was approved in the USA 😅) this wasn't old news for marriages. Women coming and leaving with their kids or at least the ones who wants to remain to their mother's side. MC's daughter didn't have much option: her mother was the only one who still wanted to take care of her. Guy just... Left.

MC's economy is questionable having a child,not gonna lie. She haves- as we say here- her belt tightened.

Most of the single parents can miraculously manage to give their kid what they need,but most of the time means that,for parents,their life is all work and child care until they're proven to be independant and capable to take care of themselves.

And,this is is an study made on Spanish universities,most mothers are still taking care of their children at the age of,no less than 30!

They have to give up on many luxuries to maintain their kid's happiness.

We didn't truly saw MC's daughter ask her mom why isn't daddy around,or asking about their story to understand how it would've ended. Maybe they had that talk long ago?

Okay,now,settling on a new school with higher standards. While it is unusual to poor kids being accepted unless their IQ is good,they check it's a good kid and blah blah blah,being accepted can be hard and most kids can be awful.

I was literally a stranger when I came to my school and left as a stranger to most of them. But when a new kid comes to an enviroment where everyone grew up in the neighborhood,it's true that even if there's two nice people who adopt you in their group the other 80% will be hostile and cruel just because you're a stranger. The diamond acene with August clarified that.

In a school there's always a pattern of behaviour,etiquette,etc and new kids would need months or even years to adapt,and here in Spain the PTA is thankfully voluntary. We call it the AMPA.

Now,finding a partner suitable for you AND that your kid approves... Oof,that's an odyssey. I still NOT approve my mother's boyfriend but that's more personal.

Here,the MC is lucky that the LIs are amazing. But finding someone who is willing to settle down on a domestic life in today's society is hard. Even if they're parents,they like their bubble.

I cannot give my opinion about the PTA because my mother never attended one– because of her deafness,she hates those Fathers and Mothers reunions because she's the only deaf parent and normally and sadly,everyone will listen with someone who can hear literally everything that's going on.

Now,with the return of Guy to MC's life is... Groundbreaking. While since the first moment I had my father by my side... It was all an illusion my brain created. He was like Guy,he was there but I was only an accesory for him. He's got even his perfectly gaslighted Faye! Younger,sweeter,... Everything my dad couldn't have of my mom

We didn't even saw the grandparents! And most of them here in Spain are actually spending more time with the kids! At least my grandparents had been an important aspect of my raising and I was kinda dissapointed that we didn't get to saw the rest of MC's family and their thoughts about her and Guy,because their opinion could've had a great impact on the story.

As I was saying,now children making besties quick as they do enemies– it's an amusing truth. In my kindergarten I had 5 different best friends and 4 boyfriends that I shared with my twin! That made my father roll his eyes. I'd have dates with them on the snack time and all that stuff. My mom just laughed at this.

And now I'm an useless lesbian haha

It is normally difficult to get along with the parent of your kid's best friend. But Thomas and MC's dynamic is surprisingly great... And unusual irl. Sorry ladies.

The thing is,it's difficult to let in a stranger to your territory. And it's understable. Excusable? Not at all.

And now,Tinsley's rule on the high school? It's awfully true. The teachers and principals will always win on these cases such as bullying,harrasment,etc because they're the ones in charge. During years they denied my case of bullying because I was disabled and the excuse was that I was being delusional. Y'know what they said to those kids? An apology,hug and move on.

Of course, I refused and said that I preferred to be expelled and get rid of these muglets for a short time that pretend that they bullied me with no reason. I was the one who got punished and they ran free. I was only 8.

Same happened when my sister bullied to a girl because she disliked her. Both in high school and in thE Internet no less. The girl reported the high school and ended up being hated. My sister forbid me to support her,but I told her silently that I was on her side. Her reaction to that was also questionable,yes,but the bullies? It was unforgivable for me!

Moving on a crude matter: Guy Ledford's parenting is NOT a myth. It's a reality.

My father and Guy are alike,and playing MOTY seeing his fuckface has been... Hard to swallow. Guys like him (no pun intended) are very real and destructive. Abuse can have many forms and Guy's constant gaslight,whataboutism,misogyny,and much more aspects can destroy a life without laying a hand on the victim and it's difficult to prove at court. My mom,even if she proved my father's behaviour,they judged her more than him and that's a reality that PB kind of forgot to show. They always question more the woman and if you defend yourself and let the others back you up,you'll lose your chances. I can't count the times my mom had to be silent and don't scream what a monster he was because she had to ‘behave’. It's truly disgusting.

And now,when I realised my father didn't care about me at all... It was like 1,000 knives came to my heart and stabbed every inch of me and then twirled it so it wouldn't heal. I was 10 and I was so innocent. I can still hear my grandma yell to my father that one day,because of his behaviour he'll lose at least one of his daughters. And it still feels like a big kick on my gut.

Knowing it can be hard,but admitting it? It can destroy you. Your progenitor,your own flesh,your kin and someone who is supposed to love you above all things... He just doesn't give a damn about you. Or if he does,is for one motive that is not your safety.

When I discovered that my father used me to presume of clever,obedient, silent and straight daughter and beautiful,I was heartbroken. I asked myself ‘am I all that? Just a Barbie doll who must please her dad?’ my mother told me I was already flawless like I was and I started to behave like myself... And he didn't like it. He'd always ignore me and not knowledge my merits by saying ‘they're not worth nor enough. you must do better’ and I'd always tell him I did like my results. We were always arguing and he'd always be like a commander. And I was his rebel link.

Until one day,everything went to hell. I was watching a show at 3AM (questionable,I know,but it was Saturday and it was festive) when he came to me and I said ‘can you give me 5 minutes until it ends? It'll be quick’ instead of waiting,he yanked me off the chair and slammed me against the wall,screaming that he'd beat me up if I didn't obey him. I nodded, scared and went to bed sobbing,my sister heard everything and decided to back him up. She blamed me. I wondered all night if this was the price to pay so I could satisfy him. A man. I decided to call my mom and tell her I didn't want to see him ever again. Back at her house,I told her everything. I cried.

During 4 straight weekends I had to go with him because the law forced me to. Until the 5th weekend,I was free of that burden. Of him.

I was 14 when that happened. I was in junior year and going through a massive bullying case. But at least I had one less thing to lose my mind with. After years of victim blame to my mom,gaslight,ignorance and bad parenting,I was a young,free girl with her future in her hands and a loyal,fierce ally by my side. My mom. The only one who believed me. The one who encouraged me to make ammends with my big brother and have a heart-to-heart. Now he always defends me when people excuse my father.

What I try to say with this story of mine is

That MC's daughter is lucky to have both their parents willing to be in her life and love her,to cooperate even if they wish to be away from the other. MC's daughter can tell off her father. I couldn't because he wouldn't listen to me.

She haves a father willing to have her in his life. Mine never wanted. He never cared. I was nothing to him if I didn't play by his rules. Now I'm a stranger to him. I am nothing to him. I never was. I never had a father.

- - - - - - - -

With this essay finished,I clarify that this is my story. I shared it because I saw it necessary, I don't want anyone's pity. Say anything but ‘I'm sorry’ because i'm honestly tired of this. But your opinion and experience is more than welcome. Again,this is just how I lived it and see it. Don't take it by heart. Anons are off,you need to consult something but don't want anyone else to know what,please DM me. My DMs are open to you. I promise to listen.

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honeypiehotchner · 6 years ago

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Deception -- part two

Hello lovelies! Here’s another part xx. (Also, I promise she meets John in the next chapter!)

As Mycroft said, Sherlock is waiting for us on the plane at Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport. But not as Mycroft said, Sherlock has no idea I’m who Mycroft was picking up.

It’s evident on his face that he wasn’t expecting me, which only leaves me fuming. Mycroft Holmes and his stupid web of lies to bend people to his will. Sometimes, it can be most annoying.

Once we’re in the air, the arguing begins.

“Why is she here?” Sherlock practically yells, then looks back at me. “No offence.”

“None taken,” I shrug.

“She’s here because I asked her to be,” Mycroft explains. “And because we have something to talk about.”

“What now?” Sherlock groans. “I was supposed to be in Iraq yesterday.”

“Yes, I know,” Mycroft sighs. “But this is about Dr. Watson.”

“John? John’s fine.”

“John is not fine, Sherlock, and you know it,” Mycroft snaps. “You want so desperately for me to keep him safe while you are gone—”

“Because when I return, things are going to go back to normal. I’ll need my doctor.”

“Yes, well, your doctor hasn’t left Baker Street in an entire week since your funeral and he has an appointment with a therapist tomorrow.”

“So?” Sherlock shrugs. “He’s seen therapists before.”

“Dr. Stewart is going to be John’s therapist,” Mycroft announces, or shall I say, throws me completely under the bus.

“What? Why?”

“Because Dr. Watson is not safe,” Mycroft hisses. “And if I am to keep a close watch on him while you are gone, I need a different way.”

“So you brought an agent out of retirement to be— Oh.”

“You’re getting slow, brother mine,” Mycroft smiles sweetly. “Yes, I brought Dr. Stewart here out of retirement to be John’s therapist and to keep a close eye on him.”

“An undercover mission,” Sherlock shakes his head.

“Twins,” I mutter quietly, trying and failing to add some humor into this awful situation.

“Why didn’t you tell me this?”

“Because I knew you’d object.”

“And my opinion means nothing to you, is that it?”

“Yes, that’s exactly it,” Mycroft replies coldly. “You wanted to disappear completely, well, that comes with consequences. Consequences that we cannot ignore if you want to eventually return to England.”

I give Mycroft a strange look.

“What?”

“I hate that you have a point,” I breathe. “I hate to say it, Sherlock, but he’s right.”

“So what if he’s right? It’s boring.”

“And now you’re throwing a tantrum,” I roll my eyes. “Seriously, Sherlock, you went out into the world and made friends. A good friend. And you got him swept up in this mess, and you expect him to be fine when you die?”

“Oh, please, I’m not actually dead.”

“He doesn’t know that!” I cry. “When are you going to get it through your head that people care?”

“When I can find data to back it up,” he counters.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the endlessly ignorant, Sherlock Holmes.”

“Oh, don’t start that again!”

“I’m going to start that again,” I laugh. “You know why? Because you’re acting like an asshole, Sherlock. You want to disappear? Fine. Go. Disappear. But if you think for one second that your disappearance won’t affect anyone, you’re wrong. Do you want to know how it felt when Mycroft told me you’d died? Cold. Frozen. I didn’t know what to think. And I hadn’t spoken to you in a long time. Imagine how much more amplified that feeling must be for John.”

“If I worried about how everyone feels, then I’d never get anything done.”

“I’m not asking you to worry about everyone, Sherlock, I’m just asking you to care about your friends. Because that’s what you do when you make friends. You care about them.”

I’ve had enough of his bullshit for the time being, so I excuse myself to the back of the jet to lie down and gain some of my senses back. We’ve got roughly eight hours on this plane together and if I don’t sleep for some of it, I think I’ll explode.

~~~

I wake sometime later to Sherlock knocking on the wall, letting me know he’s ventured back here. I lift my head and sit up, motioning for him to sit next to me.

“You know, I almost didn’t agree to do this. Because I don’t like it.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t like lying to innocent people, Sherlock.”

“An undercover agent with a guilty conscience,” he smirks. “Quite the pair.”

“It is an unconventional life I lead,” I chuckle. I can tell this is troubling him, too, though, so I say. “Is there anything you want me to know about John? That, I don’t know, might help him.”

“You want to help him?”

“Of course I do,” I shrug. “So. Is there anything?”

“He told when he was standing at my grave that I was the best man and the most human human being he knew.” Sherlock pauses. “So, I guess you should know that he is the man who brought that out of me.”

“Okay,” I nod, smiling. “Thank you for sharing that.”

“You can go back to sleep now,” Sherlock murmurs. “We’ve still got another six hours.”

“Fun,” I chuckle. “But I’m a bit hungry, so I think I’ll order some food.”

“Alright,” he nods, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walks ahead of me back out into the main area of the plane.

~~~

“This is your ID,” Mycroft hands me the plastic card. “Your passport, your birth certificate, etcetera.”

I nod as he hands me the rest of the documents to put into my briefcase. Everything has Dr. Jane Stewart on it. I haven’t decided yet if I would’ve preferred going by a completely different name, but I suppose there’s no time to change that now.

“There’s a change of clothes in the rest room for you to change into and some makeup for you to use, if you see fit—”

“Mycroft,” I cut him off with a laugh. “I know. I’ve been here before, remember?”

“Yes, well, it has been a while. I just wanted to be sure you remembered everything.”

“How could I forget,” I scoff, closing the briefcase. “I’ll be off to get changed.”

“Your new phone and laptop should be here when you are finished.”

“Alright,” I breathe, yanking the door to his rest room open. There on the counter sits my new change of clothes, completely different from the summer outfit I traveled here in.

It’s a navy-blue dress which I despise – dresses, not the color – but if I’m going to be someone different then I am to wear something different, something I would never wear. It’s standard protocol, so I tug on the dress without another thought.

The shoes – heels, rather, are quite nice, though I know my feet are going to protest soon. I slip my feet inside all the same, straightening the dress over my shoulders as I glance at myself in the mirror.

I take my hair down, letting it flow over my shoulders. I suppose a haircut won’t be in order because I already wear it so many different ways. Still, I pin some of it back and leave some strands loose. I imagine this person, this Jane Stewart is professional even when she is not practicing. Always elegant and eloquent, even when she doesn’t need to be. She’s a strong woman, and therefore dresses that way and holds herself that way. I square my shoulders, tilting my chin up in the slightest. She’s sure of herself and sure of this world. She walks her own path and doesn’t think twice about the next step she takes.

Oh, what fun it will be to pretend.

I use some of the makeup provided, like the foundation to cover some trouble spots and the mascara to add something to my eyes without doing a lot. There’s no lipstick here, but I might buy some sometime soon. It’s been a while since I’ve worn it, and Jane seems like someone who would.

I zip the makeup bag up and grab my old clothes, walking back into Mycroft’s office with a smile. I hand the old clothes off to someone to burn – or at least, that’s what I’m assuming they’ll do with them. That’s normally what happens, but who knows.

“Do you have a watch?” I blurt, setting the makeup bag down on a chair. “It just seems odd that there wasn’t one.”

Mycroft nods to his desk. There, sitting on top of the documents in my briefcase is a watch. The straps are brown, but the face is a simple black and white design. It’s perfect to what I had in mind.

“Thank you,” I take the watch and strap it on my left wrist without looking. I’m too focused on what Mycroft is looking at. “What is that?”

“Terror cells that my brother is trying to infiltrate,” Mycroft replies easily. “If he doesn’t get himself killed, it’ll be a miracle.”

I frown. “That doesn’t sound promising.”

“It’s not,” Mycroft leans back in his chair. “But when Sherlock makes up his mind, the decision is final. Anyway,” he shoves the file away, sliding over a laptop. “This is yours to use. And here is your new phone. I have my number under a code name—”

“What is it?”

“What?”

“Your code name.”

He practically glares at me. “Mikey.”

“Mikey!” I laugh. “Are you joking?” I pick up the phone and go to the contacts. “Oh, that’s golden.” It’s my nickname for him and has been for years. Only to annoy him, though, as I see it still does.

“Yes, I knew you’d find it amusing,” he smiles tightly. “Now, I probably will not call you often. I’d prefer if our meetings are handed through email or in person – in person is most preferred, if you can bear it. If I do call you, it will most likely be in the event of an emergency.”

“Gotcha.”

“I don’t see there being an instance when someone other than yourself would have ahold of your phone, but in the event that they do, my name is ‘Mikey’ and not Mycroft.”

“Do regular people really know your name?”

“The right and wrong people do, yes. And John Watson knows it well,” he sighs. “Now a car is waiting outside to take you to your home. I can have a car delivered for you later today if you want to drive yourself around, if not, that’s fine as well.”

“I think I’ll want a car,” I reply, thinking of how Jane is. “So, yes, send one. If you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” he leans over to make a note on some pad by his phone. “Here is a file on Dr. Watson. It’s all background information and some key pages from his blog, though I suppose if you wanted to read his blog, you could read it online.”

“Thank you,” I pack away the laptop, phone, and file into my brief case, shutting it and flicking the locks. “Is that all?”

“I believe so.”

“Well,” I smile. “It was nice meeting with you, Mr. Holmes.”

I can already feel everything shifting. It’s the one thing I did not miss about going undercover.

You have to become someone else. You have to adapt a completely different identity, personality, demeanor, everything. You can lose yourself doing this. And I almost did a couple of times.

Maybe it isn’t such a bad thing now, having my middle and last name intact, as well as my profession. I do have a degree in psychology, just never used. Being an agent somehow swept me along before I could use my degree elsewhere in social services.

Well. I suppose there is a right time for everything. And I suppose the right time for me to be a therapist is now.

~~~

The house I am dropped off at is in the suburbs, which I expected. Therapists normally do sessions out of their homes, especially private therapy, which I’m assuming is John’s preferred method seeing as his last therapist did the same.

He’s a private person. I’ve gathered that much from skimming his file on the ride here. He’s very reserved, even when he’s all in the papers because of Sherlock.

The house is nice, though. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms. It has a large living area with two chairs set up by the big windows toward the back. I assume that’s where John and I will be sitting tomorrow for our session. The kitchen is sized fairly well. I’m not that great of a cook, though, so regardless that doesn’t do me much good. My bedroom is nice, larger than what I’m used to, with a bathroom connected. The guest room – which I don’t know why I have, other than the fact that this is all for show – is nice as well. A bit smaller, but not suffocating.

It’s decorated nicely. Modern. Not my usual taste, but then again, I’m not the one living here. Dr. Jane Stewart is.

I throw myself down on the couch, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep and wake up – as myself – back in America. Where I’m not a spy. Where I’m not Dr. Jane Stewart. Where I’m not Agent N. J. Stewart. Where I’m just Nicole. And that’s it.

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takenbyemrys · 6 years ago

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Chapter 1/10

Main pairing: Peter Parker/Harley Keener

“Mr. Stark!” Peter called as he exited the private elevator into the penthouse. “FRIDAY where’s Mr. Stark?”

“Welcome back MiniBoss. BigBoss is currently in lab 34. He wished that you meet him as soon as you arrived.” FRIDAY answered in her usual Irish lilt. Peter rolled his eyes at the nickname.

“Thank you FRIDAY. Can you tell him I’ll be right there? I’m going to get a snack first.” Peter tossed his backpack on the couch and made a beeline for the kitchen.

“Of course. BigBoss also has M&Ms on him as well.” The AI said.

“Sweet, cheetos and M&Ms.” Peter mumbled happily under his breath, grabbing one of the many bags on family sized chips. He skipped to the main elevator and thanks FRIDAY as she took him to the proper floor. By the time the elevator had gone from the 93rd floor to the 34th, Peter had already made his way through half of the bag. When the elevator doors opened, Peter immediately heard the sound of muffled arguing. Anyone without super senses wouldn’t have been able to hear it. He waved to a handful of scientists through the glass windows that he knew from this floor, but he kept going toward the sounds of arguing. The door to the lab was shut and locked, but FRIDAY opened it with a simple announcement to the occupants. Tony, Bruce and another man that Peter had never met were arguing in front of two large screens crammed full of calculations. Tony nodded to him, but didn’t say anything, just watched as Peter studied the equations.

“I’m just saying that there is no way that this is a combination that can work. The math just doesn’t add up, no matter how much it should. I think we should move on to another element.” The man was telling Bruce. Bruce shook his head and also kept an eye on Peter, whose eyes were moving back and forth rapidly taking in the equation.

“There is no way that this element shouldn’t work. Something must be wrong with the calculations.” Tony retorted.

“There is no way that my-”

“Those coefficients are wrong.” Peter said abruptly.

“What?” Tony asked, a look of surprise crossing his face. The man whirled on Peter with his jaw dropping.

“The equation right in the middle there,” Peter gestured to the board before placing his cheetos on a table. He strode up to the board and picked up the pen. He carefully erased the coefficient numbers of four elements before writing new ones in. He made quick work of fixing the rest of the equation. “FRI please double check.”

“The element is a perfect match. MiniBoss’ math is correct.” FRIDAY announced. Peter swore she sounded smug. He turned back to Tony who automatically tossed him the bag of M&Ms. The scientist moved closer to Peter, inspecting the work he did. Peter immediately scurried away, coming to stand next to Tony. Bruce was turned to Peter, hiding a grin behind his hand. The scientist turned back, stunned.

“Well, I guess that solves our problem.” Tony chuckled and openly grinning at Peter.

“Who…?” The man started.

“Oh crap, sorry. Peter this is Dr.Dylan.” Tony said, still focused on Peter. Dr.Dylan stood up a bit straighter, sensing the power balance change.

“Lovely to meet you,” Dr. Dylan said formally. He didn’t offer his hand, but most people didn’t when Tony was involved. Still didn’t do people handing him things, and that included hands.

“And you!” Peter said brightly. “What’s the project?”

“Oh well,” Dr. Dylan looked at Tony. There was no way this kid was allowed to know, regardless of the fact that he’d strolled in with fucking cheetos. When Tony didn’t say anything, Dr. Dylan launched into the explanation of his project. Peter followed him back toward the board and occasionally asked questions. Bruce took the empty spot next to Tony.

“Either we’re getting old, or…” He stared.

“Or that kids really fucking smart.” Tony grinned. “I got another one coming for the summer too. I have some big stuff and I want the two of them on it.”

“And?” Bruce raised an eyebrow.

“And…” Tony grumbled, his head bent and voice low enough for Peter not to hear. “I would like the two current heirs of my company to know each other, just in case.” Bruce’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit.” He said.

“I honestly think that their two brains could create something amazing.” Tony shrugged.

“Who is the other one?” Bruce asked.

“Kid i met in Tennessee after my house blew up, you remember? What was this five years ago? He’s seventeen now, but when he was twelve he helped fix my suit. I just hope they get along.” Tony explained. He looked back over and saw the mildly starstruck look in Dr.Dylan’s eyes. “Welp, there goes another one.” Bruce looked up and chuckled.

“They just can’t seem to resist him, and I have no doubt the other one will either. It’ll be fine. I have to go back to my own project. I’ll be on 83 if you need me. Peter, whenever you have a minute this weekend, can i get your opinion on some things?” Bruce said loudly, halting the conversation.

“Yeah of course Bruce. I’ll stop by.” Peter grinned at the man.

“Us too, kid.” Tony nodded to the doctor and strolled out the door. Peter bid goodbye and scrambled after him. Bruce sighed and rolled up the blueprints he had brought down.

“Who, who was that?” Dr. Dylan asked.

“Didn’t you hear FRIDAY? That was MiniBoss. Peter Parker is technically an intern in the company, but really it’s just a formality because he can’ts legally work here yet.” Bruce shrugged.

“Wait that was Peter Parker? Holy crap. I heard the rumors. Is it true that he’s being groomed to take over eventually?” Dr.Dylan pressed. Bruce shot him a look.

“You know that’s not any of your concern.” He said sternly. “Good luck. I’ll expect now that you’ve shown Peter what you’re doing, he’ll be down to check on it’s progress.” Bruce left without another word.

“How was school?” Tony asked when they were in the elevator. Peter was back to rummaging in the cheetos, so it took a minute to answer. Peter shrugged, not wanting to talk about the impending SI field trip, even if he wasn’t going on it.

“The usual.” He replied. Tony raised an unimpressed eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

“On Monday I have a new intern starting. Well, he is going to be pretty much solely working with you actually. So he’s kind of like your intern but, not actually.”

“Mr.Stark, you’re rambling.” It was Peter’s turn for the raising of the eyebrow.

“Well, shut up. And christ kid. Call me Tony. Anyway. He’s about your age, and i want you two working on projects together, so just… be around on Monday so I can introduce you. I want you two to share your lab if you’re amicable.” Peter chuckled but nodded. If he was amicable, lord that was funny. “He’s going to be around a while, and I know it’s a secret, but you can tell him you’re Spiderman. He’ll honestly probably figure it out, but I can do my best to keep him in the dark if you prefer?” Peter’s eyebrows jumped in surprise.

“I take it he’s living in the tower?” Tony nodded. “Then there’s no way to keep it a secret anyway. If you think he’s trustworthy enough it’s fine.”

“What projects are you working on?” Tony internally sighed in relief.

“I have upgrades i want to do to my web shooters, the widow bites, and Buck asked if I could look at his arm.” Peter listed.

“His vibranium arm made by Shuri?” Tony asked.

“It’s not like he can hop a flight to Wakanda. And Shuri and i are going to video chat.” Peter explained.

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Tony grumbled.

“Also, I have projects i want to check up on down stairs.”

“Okay, well let me know if you need help or it’s too much. Also you’re on food duty tonight, and please god no more Thai!” The elevator had stopped on floor 89, where Tony’s personal lab was. He ruffled Peter’s hair and stepped out. “Where you gonna be?”

“I’ll be in my lab or downstairs. Too much to do this weekend.” Peter shrugged. Tony nodded.

“Alright, I’ll leave you alone, but for the love of god check in once in a while. And sleep, or Pepper and May will kill me!” Tony yelled as the doors closed. Peter smirked as FRIDAY brought him back to the penthouse. Pepper was sitting at the dining room table, browsing some files.

“Hey Pep,” Peter greeted. Pepper smiled and opened one of her arms. Peter slid in and gave her a gentle hug. Sometimes he still didn’t really know his own strength.

“How was school?” Pepper put down her file and completely focused on him. Peter slid into a chair and groaned.

“Absolutely awful. There’s apparently a field trip on Monday and Tuesday, and I’m so not going.” Peter complained.

“And why is that?” Pepper asked.

“Well someone approved a big school sleepover at Stark Industries.” Peter accused. Pepper’s eyes widened.

“Oh no, that was Midtown.” She gasped.

“Yeah, well it’d be stupid to go, so May said i could just come here on my own.” Peter shrugged.

“Isn’t May out of town until Thursday? Peter where are you staying?” Pepper asked, ever the worrier. Her eyebrows pinched together. She noticed when Peter started rubbing his wrists, indicating he was nervous.

“Well, I didn’t want to bother anyone. So I figured I’d just stay home? I mean I’m sixteen.” Peter shrugged. Pepper rolled her eyes.

“You’re staying here. At least then i can make sure you eat.” Pepper teased. “And about this field trip…”

“What?” Peter asked slowly.

“Well it’s Monday and Tuesday. And I might have told Ellen that you might be willing to help the higher up areas as well as the intern stuff that happens on Tuesday?” Pepper smiled graciously. “Please Peter, you know how much she could use the help.”

“Well, it would get everyone to actually leave me alone for once. Plus that other kid is coming on Monday, so he can help on Tuesday for the ‘bonding’ that Tony obviously wants to happen.” Peter snickered.

“Are they still teasing you Peter?” Pepper sighed. “I know you don’t want me involved, but I should be involving the school.” Peter waved her away.

“Pep, I really don’t care. They are the literal last people I seek any kind of approval from, so while it’s pretty annoying, mostly because of the super hearing, I don’t care.” Pepper smiled. There was honestly almost nothing better they spent their money on than a literal team on psychiatrists. Each avenger had a personal therapist and it was working wonders around the building.

“And as for Harley, I think… well I think that Tony has no idea what he’s doing there.” Pepper smirked.

“And what do you mean by that?” Peter asked, scandalized.

“Well, lets just say, he thinks you two are going to meet one way, and i have a good bet going with Nat that says otherwise.” Pepper brought her finger to her lips and winked. “Alright, go have fun for four days. I want to see you at this table with me every night by the way, and FRI will be telling me if you sleep.” Peter rolled his eyes.

“Okay IronMom, whatever you say.” He kissed her on the cheek, grabbed his backpack, and dashed for the elevator. Pepper smiled and turned back to her reports.

“IronMom.” She chuckled to herself.

Peter took the elevator down to floor 87, that was entirely made up of his personal lab. He still couldn’t quite get over that one, but hey. When it opened for him, he saw that Bucky was already waiting for him with Natasha.

“Мать Паук,” Peter greeted easily. (Mother Spider)

“маленький паук,” Natasha enveloped Peter in a great hug. (Little Spider)

“Hey Pete,” Bucky was already up on the table.

“I heard you have Monday and Tuesday off.” Nat smirked. Peter’s spider sense immediately went off. He sent her a heatless glare.

“And?”

“And, I want family day. All day Monday.” Nat batted her lashes at him. He knew she was up to something, but honestly he didn’t care. It would give him an excuse to stay away from any labs on Monday.

“Fine, but Bucky has to referee this time. Clint is shit at it.” Peter stuck out his hand.

“Fucking cold blooded.” Nat grinned and took the little spiders hand in agreement. Bucky just rolled his eyes.

Peter spent the weekend exactly how he said he would. He expected to chat with Shuri for a long time, and he was right. Even after the two hours he worked on Bucky’s arm, Peter still kept her on the line as he started upgrading his new web shooter. Shuri, with surprising approval from T’Challa, had sent him an early birthday present in the form of raw vibranium. He was slowly starting to add it to his suit.

When he went to check on everyone else’s projects, Natasha joined him. Peter knew she didn’t want him to know, but he could tell it worried her when he went alone. While she knew he could handle himself, she still worried over her little spider constantly. It had taken a lot of the scientists and interns a long time to get used to the both of them, but now there wasn’t a floor where a couple people didn’t greet him and wave him over for his opinion.

He dutifully ate dinner with Pepper Friday and Saturday, but she had an emergency overnight business trip Sunday morning. Peter told himself he was fine when he got a notification from FRIDAY telling him that Pepper had ordered food for him. He really didn’t see Tony all weekend, but that wasn’t necessarily uncommon. After they had gotten a closer familial relationship, Peter had started doing his own projects and visiting the other labs. Tony had thoroughly encouraged this, and that’s when he was granted his own lab.

Monday morning arrived and he groaned when his alarm went off.

“FRI what time is it?” He groaned.

“It is 5 am, MiniBoss.” Her volume was considerably lower than normal, for which Peter was grateful. It always took his senses a minute to adjust in the morning.

“Why? Just why FRI?” He whined.

“Ms.Romanoff informed me of family day in training room 4 at 6:30am.” Peter glared at the ceiling, but rolled off the bed.

“Tell her I’ll be there.” He sighed and went searching for his gym clothes.

Chapter 2

#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #harley keener #harleypeter #Peterharley #parkener #Peter and Harley #marvel #marvel fanfic #parley

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chickenscript · 6 years ago

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A/N: being friends part 2; leo addition. thinking about offering requests, but i’ve still got those prompts i want to work on. i’m feelin’ a little conflicted in priorities

- oof. what have you done.

- you two are a whirlwind of disaster.

- mostly because he taught you how to skateboard and you’ve made it a mission to master all the tricks he knows and then some. but it is unanimously agreed - minus leo - that no, the lair isn’t a place for someone who just learned how to skateboard. much less you who has hard luck with clumsiness.

- it was great that one time you grinded your board on don’s face by accident (he was passing by at the oh so wrong time). he was more pissed than you’ve ever seen him, but before you could apologize, and after you say he shouldn't have been so concentrated on his tablet, you were guffawing madly with leo at his misfortune. (once you pulled yourself together and went to don’s lab, he had some choice words for you. luckily, you knew a few magic ones)

- you have bad luck like him and often bump into something, trip, ect. doctor mike patches both of you up on a regular basis.

- doc don does when it's something more severe than what can be swatched by band aids (i.e, a gash down the back of your forearm that needed ten stitches. you've never seen mike bawl his eyes out more than when he sat through the process with you- leo was busy being way to nauseous about blood and all that exposed flesh to even be in the lab. and you were just trying to comfort mike, sure it hurt but you’ve broken that same arm when you were younger. the thought doesn’t really soothe mike)

- he’s got his work cut out for him because you both like rough housing. you didn’t usually win in the past, but since you started joining their training sessions (mostly to observe what it is that their mentor and father figure teaches them) and doing your own shoot boxing training on the side, you don’t let him win easy. but, honestly, it’s more like you two are antsy, clumsy dogs swatting at each other in a messy tangle of wrestling limbs.

- you love his one liners. and you mean that. sincerely.

- everyone though you were crazy to like them, but then it started. the punening.

- your uncle had this old joke book full of bad, awful, no good puns, and when you were little and got bored, you would read it. so now, you knew ever speck of puns from it and the new ones you made up or found out about.

- also, it feels really great to encourage your friend to make more one liners since you know the struggle. not everyone has the capability of understanding the taste in A class humor you two shared.

- he helps you make puns too.

- he’s questioned a few of your quirks before, like blanking out while you’re talking about something - the names of certain things just leave you sometimes -, or how competitive you can get. you’ve also got the patience of a god when it comes to letting them have their way with you on certain things. like when april enforces herself onto you when she wants to practice doing makeup - which you don’t wear all that much -, or mikey and his body paint needs that could have you sitting somewhere for an hour or more. he envied you, really.

- he had a pretty short attention span half the time.

- you shrug and just say that there’s stuff they do that you think is cool or weird too.

- the brothers have told you before that it was strange; having a new friend. and they enjoy learning your preferences and other things about you. you just wish leo could learn to understand your concept of personal space sometimes.- he likes to just assert himself near you whenever he can, and you mostly didn’t mind, but there are times when, like don, you need air.

- you can’t say you don’t feel bad when he’s skateboarding or moping around like a despondent fish.

- he just gets nervous about what you think of him as a friend sometimes. he's clingy like that.

- speaking of clingy; surprise hugs like mike.

- but like really, scare the shit out of you surprise.

- he's a master of scares and getting scared as piss makes you peeved off. so, you're proud to say you punched him in the windpipe a couple times when he caught you at the wrong angle or when your spidey senses actually worked.

- ho boy, the scares aren't the only things he does.

- pranks. and once you express how much you'll kick his ass if he tries to prank you again, he lets you join in, and when he's ever in the trickster mood; locals beware.

- the shit you guys pull is enough to put everyone on edge.

- there was one time when you borrowed some stuff from april and put false lashes, way too much eye shadow, ruby red lipstick and a voluminous, curly pink wig on raph after an intense training session almost everyone passed out after.

- he looked like a whole (infuriated) queen when he woke up and you two couldn't stop laughing for weeks after the incident. you still do whenever it crops up in conversation. ("Heh, hey, remember operation Ms. Pink?" "Snrk- shut up Lee, he's looking over here." "He is? Oh shit.")

- it was the first time you ever saw raph lose his temper, like someone pulled the tick on a grenade, and it was worth it. mostly because it was more funny than scary- all he really when he caught leo was throttled him and make him say uncle.

- thankfully he chased after his brother more than you too and the sight of that, combined with mike squrrieled on raph's back trying to calm him down while trying not to also laugh and make things worse, will be imprinted forever in your memory.

- leo knows a ton of good places to get away to when he wants to stretch his legs.

- you wonder how he found them considering he can't really go topside much, but apparently he and april, and sometimes mike, used to all the time when he was younger and blended in a lot better with just some layers of clothes. his shell is way too obvious nowadays to try to pull the same stunt.

- he knows the best sushi shops, asian markets (shell yeah did you make a pit stop there to get stuff for mike), abandoned warehouses and just gems people otherwise wouldn't know about or glaze over in their normal commute of the city.

- he's got an eye for things, even if he seems a little dull or oblivious sometimes, like his little brother who has also proven his smarts to you.

- leonardo's got wit, like his packed, crappy one liners.

- he's also pretty good at motivational talks when you're down. or at least, making you forget about the issue because you can see how hard he's trying.

- he's a great, caring guy. even when he’s trying in vain to prove he’s right against your opinions.

Bonus:

"Oi pretty boy,"

Leo looks at you, batting his eyes and getting into this languid pose on the couch, "Yes?~"

You can't keep a straight face, hard as you try, and sigh loudly.

"C'mere, I was gonna yell at ya for breaking another one of my mugs that I always remind you not to fuckin' use-"

"But then why do they have quotes that I can synch with?-"

"This one said Cunt. The handle was the C." you had come bearing that very handle and waved it around for emphasis.

Leonardo blinks slow and it seems like a swollen bubble of realization just popped for him.

"...Oh. Well that's not very nice. That's probably why it broke."

"Leo."

This is why you bring the ugly duckling of your mug collection on your next sleepover at the lair. It's the only one that you're one hundred percent sure is bulletproof. But you're still waiting for the day he proves you wrong and you shamble into the kitchen to find it like all the others. (Which Mikey has taken the glass bits of and glued together to make a mug crypt that looks like a professionally made, stained glass window sheet hung up in his room.)

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #reader insert #xreader #headcannons #fanfiction #friendship #being pals with leon #tmnt leo #rottmnt headcannons #my writing

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pocket-luv101 · 6 years ago

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Summary: Licht wants to play with a cat that Hyde owns. (LawLicht, College AU)

Licht walked into the party and he scanned the crowded room. After a moment, he realized that his friend had lied to him and a look of utter betrayal appeared on his face. “You said there was a cat, Mahiru! How could you betray the trust an angel? I canceled my piano practise because you said I could play with a cat at this party. I’m going back.”

“Wait, Licht, don’t leave. You need to take a break or else you’ll overwork yourself.” Mahiru stopped from leaving and placed a hand on his arm. Between his scowl and muttered curses, it was clear that Licht didn’t agree. “You don’t have an upcoming recital so it’s alright if you relax and have fun for a day. Mingle and meet new people.”

“That sounds awful,” Licht shook his head. “I need to practise every day, even if I don’t have a concert scheduled. If I waver on my dedication, I will no longer be an angel. Listen carefully—”

“The cat is upstairs, first door on your right. Kuro keeps his cat upstairs when his family has a party because it gets nervous around strangers.” He was barely able to finish his explanation before Licht bolted up the stairs. From the corner of his eyes, Mahiru noticed Kuro approach him and he waved to him with a smile. “Thanks for helping me set this up, Kuro. I owe you.”

“Hopefully this house is still standing at the end of the night.” Kuro shrugged. He took Mahiru’s jacket and led him into the party.

Licht climbed the stairs and the noise of the party faded behind him. He immediately shoved open the first door he found without bothering to knock. The only thing on his mind was playing with a cat. His schedule had been busy but he would always make time for sweet animals like cats. Unfortunately, that wasn’t what he found behind the door.

Hyde turned around in his seat when his door being thrown open. He immediately recognized Licht. He didn’t know who was more shocked to the see the other. They knew each other since they were kids but they haven’t seen each other much after they graduated from high school. This wasn’t a happy reunion though. Their friendship could be best described as complicated.

“What are you doing here, Shit Rat? I was promised a cat!” Licht had to question if Mahiru knowingly sent him into Hyde’s room.

“It’s great to see you again, Lichtan. If you’re looking for a cat, let me introduce you to Angel.” He pointed to the bed where a white cat was grooming itself. The way his blue eyes lit up could rival stars. Licht hopped onto the bed and petted the cat. It purred loudly and pounced into his arms for a hug. Hyde had to comment, “Angel took a liking to you pretty quickly.”

“He’s a good cat and he must be able to sense that I’m an angel.” Licht scratched its ear. As he watched him play with the cat, Hyde had to think of how rare it was to see Licht’s softer side. He regretted that he was never able to become friends with Licht. While they knew each other for a long time through their shared friend, Hyde’s teasing and half-hearted nature left a bad impression on Licht.

“Since you’re so good with cats, maybe you can get Shakespeare to come out of hiding. He’s under the bed. Shakespeare doesn’t like strangers so he hid under there when you made your grand entrance.” He gestured to the foot of the bed. Licht held onto the edge and hanged over the bed to look underneath. He could hear Hyde chuckle behind him. “Has anyone ever told you that you have a sweet ass?”

“Don’t stare, Shit Rat!” Licht yelled and his grip accidentally slipped. He wasn’t able to catch himself before he fell off the bed. Hyde rushed to the edge of the bed to check if he was hurt and looked down at him. He was certain that Licht’s face was bright red because of his anger. His glare didn’t stop him from leaning down and touching his temple though. “Do you need me to get you an ice pack, Angel Cakes?”

“The only thing I want right now is to kick that fucking grin off your face.” He slapped his hand away. In the corner of his eyes, Licht noticed a bundle of beige fur bound towards him. A cat began to lick his cheek and the gesture made Licht laugh. He rolled onto his stomach and faced the cat so he could pet it. “You must be Shakespeare. Are there any other cats I should meet?”

“No. It took me a week to get them to trust me but they fell in love with you in five minutes. That’s hurtful, Shakespeare.” Hyde said but he couldn’t pretend to be upset when Licht looked so cute with the cats. He reached out to pet Angel. His fingers barely touched its fur before Licht stood and he started to walk towards the door. “Hey, don’t catnap my pets!”

“Do you think I would leave these defenceless cats in the care of a demon?” Licht held the two cats more tightly against his chest. He was surprised when the white cat jumped out of his arms to return to Hyde. He couldn’t think of a reason a cat would prefer a demon over an angel. When it laid over his lap, Hyde gave it a light pet.

Licht sat down next to him and he saw how content the cat look. He would never admit that he was a little jealous of the cat. He had a crush on Hyde when they were teenagers but decided that it was better not to ask him on a date. “You’ve changed. I could never imagine you with pet cats when we were kids.”

“Did you think I was an actual demon in high school?” Hyde didn’t know if he should be offended or if he should laugh at how delusional Licht was. He continued to pet the cat and said, “It doesn’t look like you changed much though. Are you still working hard to be a pianist? You really did play like an angel. I would hear you play whenever I walked past the music room.”

“That makes you sound like a stalker.”

“I couldn’t help it! The music room was right across from the drama club.” Hyde pointed out. He didn’t add that he would go to the club room early so he could listen to him play the piano while he waited for the other members. “You practised every free minute you had. I’m surprised you’re here at Lily’s party. I thought you would be practising.”

“Well, I was planning to practise but Mahiru told me there would be a cat at this party.” At his answer, Hyde burst into laughter.

“You haven’t changed a bit, Angel Cakes.” When he said the nickname, the cat on his lap meowed loudly. “I named this little guy Angel and he must confuse your nickname with his name. Maybe I should give you another nickname.”

“You already have twenty names for me. I don’t see what else you can call me.” Licht pointed out. He took the cat from Hyde and placed it on his lap. “I never thought you were someone who was cruel to animals. But I did think you were the type to quickly lose interest in things like pets. That’s why I called you a demon and I will continue to do so.”

“Is there anything I can do to change your opinion of me?” Hyde asked. When he petted Angel, he leaned closer to him. Licht felt his heartbeat stutter nervously and he couldn’t answer him for a moment. He turned away and he tried to focus on Shakespeare who was resting on his shoulder. Its tail brushed his head, as if it was trying to encourage him.

“You can’t change my mind in one night.” Licht noticed the disappointment that crossed his face. He added, “Maybe you’ll be able to over dinner. I’m free next week.”

#servamp #lawlicht #greed pair #servamp hyde #licht jekylland todoroki #fanfiction

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pumpkinflash · 6 years ago

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What Could Have Been Chp. 7

Quickly taking the phase fruits out of your bag you place them on the table. Leaving the kitchen in search for the others you walk through Ember. ‘Oh, hey Ember what’s up?’ you ask.

“I…m looking…for my…brother”

‘Dust? I’m looking for him too! Actually, I’m looking for all of you. Got something super cool I want to show everyone,’ you exclaim with excitement in your thoughts as the two of you head into the living room.

“…What do you…want to…show us?”

Humming you rock your head side to side while you think for a moment. ‘Nope’ you pop the p “I’m not gonna tell you, not until everyone’s here” you think with a chuckle. Ember turns to face you with a sad pouty expression. ‘Aw come on, don’t be sad. Why were you looking for Dust anyway?’ Changing the topic so you won’t break under the skele-ghost’s intense pout.

He huffs in frustration as he shakes his head. “That Lazybones! …I wanted…to tell h…him my…opinions on the c…color swatches…Jupiter picked out…along with…t-the décor.” Ah that’s right, they finished all the renovation on the first floor, so they wanted to redecorate it. Jupiter was very excited about picking out paints and furniture for the living room and kitchen. We had to call a house meeting since he seemed to be over working himself with having job, fixing up house, cooking meals, and now decorating. We managed to convince him to focus on work and fixing up the rest of the house. Then after they save up a bit, they can work on repainting and decorating the house. Although, that doesn’t stop him from picking up paint swatches and interior design magazines.

‘Do you want me to look at them? We could check them out together and I can tell Jupiter your opinions later.’

Ember’s smile brightens “…That…would be l-lovely.” Entering the living room all the furniture was pushed against the wall and out of the way from the door and stairs. The current furniture is old and rickety with mysterious stains as if they had gotten their furniture from the dump. They were comfortable but didn’t offer much support. However, they weren’t made for someone of Jupiter’s height. Sinking into the couch with Ember floating beside you. The two of you start going over the furniture magazine, deciding it might be easier to pick paint swatches if you knew what furniture pieces to pick.

Flipping through the pages you start to learn each other’s taste in interior design. You prefer gothic, modern, and natural designs. As far as the colors for rooms, you prefer neutral colors. Blue, beige, grey, tan, white, and certain shades of green. Being a traveling merchant, you never stayed in a home or house for long if at all. When you needed to rest or sleep during your travels you slept in the ground, so you aren’t a good judge of comfort.

Ember on the other hand knew a lot about furniture and what makes them comfortable and good for the skeletal structure. Ironic since he’s a ghost now. We share similar interest in modern and nature design, but he also likes the rustic cottage feel. He does like neutral colors but prefers brighter colors. Not to the point of being blinding or painful to the eyes, but more warm colors or a subtle splash of color. To brighten the room, give the room energy, and ties everything together. He doesn’t care too much for your gothic design inputs claiming that there is enough depression in the household already.

It is his house, so you don’t really fight him on it. The two of you spent a couple more minutes going over furniture and paint swatches. It usually ends up with you agreeing or making compromises on the paints combining bright colors with neutral ones. While Ember was reading up on a couch that flips out to be a bed and had a storage area underneath, you notice talking coming from the kitchen.

‘Hey, I think the guys are back’ You didn’t even hear the back door open or them entering the house. You must have been more into the discussion than you realized. Ember looks up from his reading to look at the kitchen. ‘Do you want to go tell them about some of the furniture and swatches that we liked?’ Standing you stretch your arms and back before turning to look at Ember.

“…No…n…not yet.” He says while shaking his head. “…You…had s-some…thing to s…share.” He looks at you expectantly with excitement in his eyes. Despite the long conversation about interior design he still remembered your little surprise, well no point in keeping him waiting.

‘Come on then let’s go show everyone!’ Excitement is starting to creep into your voice as you wave for Ember to follow you into the kitchen. You’re curious as to how they’ll react when they eat it, you bet they’ll be shocked, Jupiter will probably enjoy it.

Entering the kitchen, you freeze. Eye sockets glued to the skeletons in front of you. Dust has his arms on the table resting his head on top of them as he sleepily looks toward Mars and Jupiter. Jupiter is busy putting up the crops he got from working while Mars is sitting diagonally from Dust eating one of your phase fruits. Taking slow and measured steps toward the table you don’t hear anything, you’re too busy looking at the phase fruits on the table. You put about ten phase fruit on the table when you got back but there’s currently four left. So, they all had at least one, right?

You were starting to get nervous. Phase fruits were something that was fun to eat when you knew what was going on but without warning it could be a very terrifying event. Ember flew into your field of vision right as Mars placed his hand on your shoulder.

“You doing okay kid?” Mars asked looking concern. Glancing around the room you notice that everyone is quiet and looks concerned.

Shaking your hands to loosen them up and to calm you down, you start signing. “Guys, how many of that yellow fruit did you eat?” You knew they probably didn’t know what a phase fruit was, so you went with descriptions.

“YOU MEAN THIS?” Jupiter holds up a phase fruit for you to see and you nod your head in confirmation. “I BELIEVE WE ALL HAD TWO EACH. WHY?” He asks with a tilt of his head.

One phase fruit last for about four hours and the affects should start kicking in soon. “Okay that was a mystic fruit. I need you to trust me right now. We need to get outside fast.” You feel Mars hand tense on your shoulder.

“what do ya mean mystic fruit?” Dust demands standing from his chair with a slight glare.

He flickers like a flame about to be blown out before he starts to skin through the floor and hands through the table. Grabbing Mars by his hand you run towards the door. When you reach the kitchen doorway you feel Mars hand disappear, looking back he’s also phasing through the floor. His eyes lights are extinguished.

Thinking quickly ‘Ember! Tell Dust to teleport them outside!’

“Y-YN! W-WHAT’S HAPPENING!?” Jupiter is phasing through the floor at a quicken pace. His arm outstretched pointing towards Mars and Dust who are about halfway through the floor. “I-I CAN’T GRAB HOLD OF THEIR SOUL!” You can tell that Jupiter is starting to panic. His panic combined with his excess and uncontrolled use of magic is causing him the sink faster.

You need to calm them down, you need to get them outside. “You need to calm down. You aren’t in any Danger. Mars, Dust you need to teleport yourselves and Jupiter outside.”

But no one was reading. No one was looking in your direction, to see what you signed. Mars was sinking at a faster rate trying to use his magic to grab Jupiter’s soul and Jupiter was doing the same. Mars was up to his armpits and Jupiter was down to his waist. Dust just stood there looking at Ember with vacant eye sockets. He was shaking slightly as though he was having an internal battel. You could feel his magic following wildly in the room, most of it aimed at you.

Shaking your arms, you move towards Mars ‘Ember tells Dust they ate Phase fruits.’ You bend down in front of Mars waiting for the moment to strike. He looks at you for a moment, horror and panic in his expression. ‘It causes whoever eats it to phase through objects. It’s harmless and the effects only last for four hours, eight in this case. If he calms down, you can show them how to control the magic so they can phase at will.’ Mars’ armpits become solid for just a second. Gripping him under his armpits you standup and with all your strength spin around and through him at the wall, and Dust who was in the way. Luckily for everyone Mars whole body phased through both Dust and the wall. As long as they get outside you can follow them even if they phase through the ground.

“Move to the Right!” Ember yells with panic in his voice. Following his orders without hesitation you narrowly avoid getting steward with bones. Taking a brief glance at Dust his left eye light burned brightly with a vibrant purple haze of magic. Ember keeps giving you directions to help dodge Dust’s attack. Keeping your sockets locked on Jupiter you tone everything out except Jupiter and Ember.

Jupiter’s mouth is moving but you don’t hear anything. Watching his body phase in and out of existence at different rates. You want to sign to him in hope of calming him down, so he won’t phase as fast but it’s hard when Dust keeps attacking.

“Left…Right…Duck…Jump…” Ember kept giving you orders.

You shouldn’t have brought the phase fruit back.

“Duck!” Sliding under the sharp bones you reach Jupiter and grab his hand trying to pull him up before it phases again. You manage to get him half way out, but he’s too tall to replicate what you did with Mars, you won’t be able to throw him.

Click.

Your soul turned blue. Dust lifts his hand and you by extension, Jupiter’s hand phases through yours but his arm is solid. Quickly you grip his arm as Dust flings you away. Yanking Jupiter with you, you throw him towards the wall and watch as he phases through it.

Just one more.

You get slammed into the adjacent wall. “Move!” Ember yells voice becoming more panicked by the second. Pushing yourself off the wall blue magic incasing your soul brings you down to the floor. Bones shot out from the wall behind you as soon as you landed on the floor. Dust’s sucks his teeth making a tsk sound, before throwing you to the opposite wall. You hit the cabinets and the counter top before falling to the floor. Like last time bones appear from the wall just seconds after you fell to the ground. It feels like the gravity around your soul has been altered to his will.

Checking his states your eye sockets would have widen if they could, he’s stats were high. Higher than any skeleton you’ve ever seen.

“Dust”

LV 20

HP 99/99

AT 30 (99)

DF 30 (99)

EXP: 99999

Traitor.

H-he, he could kill you in one hit. Feeling the gravity shift around your soul once more you’re thrown into the air. Quickly you stick your hand into your bag ’calming potion’. Your body is slammed into the ceiling of the kitchen. Your body won’t be able to take much more of this, your vision is already going fuzzy at the edges.

“BROTHER! PLE-ASE STOP!” Ember cries out as he flies around in Dust’s face.

Dust’s eye lights are focused solely on you. Eye light still aflame with magic as his smile becomes sinister and unhinged. He ignores Ember please as he lowers his arm and you with it. Before you reach the ground, you throw the calming potion at Dust’s feet. He dodges out of the way, but he lets go of your soul in the process. The calming potion breaks into pieces as the glass container hits the ground. Leaving a puddle of beige liquid on the floor. Your body flops to the ground.

“heh, finally decidin’ to fight back huh.” Dust’s voice is emotionless and unhinged. He lifts his hand to reclaim your soul, when the room started to be filled with a beige smoke. The smoke starts to spread all throughout the kitchen as the liquid slowly evaporates. “w-what is this”. He raises his hand and instead of going up with it you feel magic concentrating underneath. You narrowly dodge the bones that come out from the floor. Although some did manage to hit your arm and ribs.

HP: 3/5

‘Ember! That was a calming potion, Dust should be easier to talk to now. Try explaining to him again.’ You plead to Ember, you need to get through to Dust. You need to help Mars and Jupiter! Feeling Dust grip your soul you flinch and prepare for his next attack. Your body is lifts off the ground, tensing you wait for an attack that never comes. Looking towards Dust he seems to have calm down as he listens to Ember frantically trying to explain the situation. He lowers his hand slamming you down against the floor. You can feel some of your bones chipping.

“BROTHER!”

He raises his hand bring you up with it, weakly you sign to him. “I’m sorry Dust. I-I wanted to show you guy the phase fruits, to teach you how to use it properly. I-I didn’t expect-” You were your slammed into the floor. Bones creaking you lift your hands “you guys to eat it. Mars and Jupiter are safe. I wanted…them outside so I could reach them if they phase through the ground.” He lifted you off the ground again. “I can phase through the ground but not the floor or the foundation of the house. Please, trust me Sans! Let me go and I can teach them how to control the phase fruit’s magic! Please!” You beg him while still hovering in mid-air, Ember trying his hardest to convince him to stop.

Dust looks into your eye sockets for a moment before looking down at your soul.

She means no harm and wants your trust.

The purple haze around his left eye socket vanishes and his magic lets go of your soul, causing you to fall the ground with a thump. Some of the tension starts to leave him but you can tell he’s keeping a watchful eye on you. Through this little battle it seems like Dust has managed to control the fruit’s magic, he’s not sinking any more.

You try pulling yourself up to your feet only to tumble over. Leaning on the counter for support until your legs can cooperate.

“Y-YN…are y…you okay?” Ember floats over to you concern written all over his face.

Standing up you move to the exit of the kitchen ‘Well, I’m not dying. I’ll need to heal later but the other two are probably freaking out being trapped in the Earth’s crust.’ Weakly you head outside ‘I think they still have six hours until the effects of the fruit wear off. Please convince Dust to come outside. He may have control of it for now, but I don’t want to risk him phasing into the foundation of the house. I won’t be able to reach him if he does.’ Ember nods and flies toward his brother as you continue to the back yard.

Looking around the yard the skeleton brother are in fact, nowhere on the surface. Walking to the area where you threw them you start phasing through the ground. Your ribs hurt, your spin hurts, everything just hurts. You want to heal and sleep, but you need to help your friends. You should’ve used the calming potion early, you should’ve used the calming potion back when they first started phasing.

You shouldn’t have left them on the table.

You shouldn’t have brought the phase fruit.

They’ll hate you.

………………………….

………………

………

They hate you.

Shaking your head, now isn’t the time for depressing thoughts. Looking through the dirt and searching for any magic signatures, it isn’t long before you find Jupiter. He’s frozen in the ground. Completely solid, trapped in the ground surrounded by dirt. He looks like he was doing an army crawl, with his right arm stretched out in front of him. Mouth open as those he was frozen right as he started yelling. He must have been reaching for Mars before he body solidified in the ground. You can tell from the way his magic is running rampant that he’s panicking.

It’s all your fault.

Moving towards him you bring him in for a hug, letting your magic calm and sooth him. Feeling his body tense for a moment before he starts to relax and flinch, as though he’s trying to move. Separating from the skeleton and hearing a slight muffled sound in return you sigh as best you can in front of him. Hoping he can see what you’re saying from around the dirt “Papyrus please calm down. You’re safe, Mars is safe, Dust is safe, I’m safe. Everyone is safe so please relax.” The tension in his shoulder lessen a little. “You ate a phase fruit, it allows you to phase through objects. It’s magic and works the same as other forms of magic. It’s based on intent.” You look into his eye sockets, “Just calm down and focus. Think about floating up to the surface. Don’t worry about the phasing or anything else, I’ll be here with you okay.” You reassure him, hoping that it’ll working and that he can do this.

His magic calms down and refocuses itself as he closes his eye sockets. His body turns transparent as he starts to float upwards. You follow him without hesitation as he continues to ascend towards the surface. He opens his eye sockets and looks down to you see you just below him “You’re doing great Paps! You’re almost to the surface. Once you get up there just think about being solid and standing firm on the ground.” Jupiter nods his head with a gentle smile, relief evident on his face.

Once Jupiter breaks the surface he does as you instruct. It takes him a while to get the hang of it, but you stay by his side. Helping him and letting your magic flow around him to keep him calm. Once he’s fully on the surface he brings you into a tight hug. “Thank you.” He says as tears stream down his face.

You don’t deserve it.

Dust places his hand on Jupiter’s shoulder, gaining his attention. “come on, she’s gotta go get your bro.” Jupiter looks at him for a second before wiping away his tears and letting you go with a nod.

“Please help my brother.” Jupiter asks is a small voice. Giving him a determined nod, you sink back into the ground and swim in what you assume to be Mars’ direction. Only going off the direction Jupiter’s outstretched hand was pointing in. Mars was further down than Jupiter, but it didn’t take you long to find him. Similar to Jupiter he was frozen. It looked like he was falling when someone froze him. Jacket open, hand out stretched in Jupiter’s direction, and eye sockets vacant. Unlike Jupiter though, you could barely feel his magic it was like he gave up and accepted his fate.

Hugging the small skeleton, he twitches slightly before going limp in your arms. Moving his face so he’s only inches apart from your own, you stare into his eye sockets. Nothing.

He’s not there.

You need to bring him back but how.

You try to think about your options; you could bring him to the surface yourself but it would be difficult and take a while, maybe Jupiter could snap him out of it, or you could try signing maybe knowing his brothers are okay will bring him back, but it doesn’t seem like he’s seeing you. Mentally gulping you wrap your legs around his hip and bring him closer until you’re in a position where you’re sitting in Mars’ lap. Bringing your hand to your chest, you pull out your soul.

It’s a bright beige inverted heart that floats shyly in between you two. You cup your soul with both hands as you nervously look down to focus. Focus on your magic, release calm waves, calming thoughts, reassure him, explain the situation to him, apologize let him know you’re here for him. You feel your soul brush up against your fingertips.

‘DON’T BOND!’ You scream at your soul slightly panicking. This situation is embarrassing and dangerous enough we don’t need to make it worse. You’re not even sure if it would work with a monster skeleton. Does it work the same way with them? Two hands firmly grip your wrist, causing you to look up at Mars. His face is flushed a navy blue as sweat rolls down his head. His eye light is back, and you can tell he’s trying hard not to look at your soul as he moves your hand closer to your chest. Getting the message, you bring your soul back into your body, noticing the relief and reluctance of doing so.

“

Ah umm w-welcome back… heh R-ready to go back up?

” You ask feeling nervous and awkward. Mars’ body turns transparent as he gives you a nod. The two of you start heading up to the surface in a weirdly comfortable yet awkward silence. Once you reach the surface and Mars’ body returns to being solid Jupiter tackles his brother. Crying while he holds him close, you can’t make out what he’s saying through the sobs and tears, but Mars seems to get the message.

#skeleonxskeleton #undertale fan-fic #undertale #what could have been #later half of chapter 7

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citrus-feline · 7 years ago

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going on facebook is always awful cuz ill want to share something with my dad but then see his most recent post is talking about “commie liberal shitheads” like. dad. is that what he thinks about me? he is definitely at least semi-aware of my political views. he’s accused me of being a communist in highschool back when i thought there was a point in talking to him about issues (but hes not going to change his mind). i dont get it either because he will get livid when i say that capitalism in its current state in america is ruining us despite being one of the people affected most by it. i grew up like hating late-capitalist ideals because i saw what my dad went thru and the hardship he endured trying to raise 3 kids all by himself when he was already having money issues. he grew up poor in a house with 5+ kids in it. is it just conditioning where he trusts a system that is so against him? he only just recently finally got a job that pays fairly for the amount of hardwork he does and his reaction to that isn’t being thankful to his hardwork or even his company, but making posts on facebook about how much he loves the president :/. dad... you’re opposed to raising min wage..... like....... he deserves the money for the work he does cuz hes like a genius with the machines he works but dude. go back 50 years and a job in a similar environment would be min wage. im happy he is getting more money but i wish he would like thank himself or his company instead of someone who perpetuates late-stage capitalism despite all of its harm.

generally i actually think my dad is okay but then i look at what he’s saying about people like me and it upsets me. i once made a post about how older people are so unsupportive to newer generations and he got so mad!! but im expected to see his posts that i can easily apply to myself and just be okay with it. im not gonna fight with my dad cuz like even the possibility of being told to move out will be really hard of my mental health and he takes care of me but........ i wish he was more respectful....... say what you will but the meanest i am to conservatives is when im venting about upsetting things i saw in the news on this website. when it comes to actually talking to people with different views i am really kind and understanding, and even on here i’ve experienced that. i’ve made angry posts before with keywords that attracted conservatives and have gotten angry asks about it before and my response is almost always “im sorry i upset you with that post, i was venting. but i am happy to have a conversation with you about this stuff.”..... i have only like once ever had someone take me up on discussing things in a mature way and separate from a personal post but i like to think that the way i handle it is respectful despite my own disbelief in those types of politics.

him going off on facebook is so bizarre to me because i’ve seen him fight with people in comments before. i’ve heard my sister (who is much stronger than me emotionally) address his posts before only to get into arguments where she will avoid visiting us for months aside from popping in after work or something. and she barely does that anymore. i dont get how he is so happy to keep making such rude posts on a platform that everyone he knows will see. i post on here knowing that maybe one or two people i know in real life will see it, if even that. and THAT makes me nervous! i’ve deleted plenty of posts i was typing up mid-rant because i realized i didnt want people who know me personally to see that! like i know looking at my blog it seems like “oh she doesnt have a filter” but i do!! like once a day i will start writing a vent post only to delete it all without ever posting because i realize it could cause some kind of misunderstanding or bitterness between me and the people i care about who check my blog.

all “bleh i hate capitalism” aside, i don’t understand the disrespect at all. i just dont. i can theoretically look at very conservative people as a group and be bitter about that, and i do sometimes, but i usually try to be mindful that people have opinions for their own reasons and i have to remember that everyone’s experience is different. despite people saying things i disagree with, i still respect them as people and i’m willing to talk about things gently. i much prefer a mature conversation about more heavy stuff as opposed to being yelled at. a mature conversation can lead to things being learned, on both sides. being so vocal about your disdain for people who you could potentially have an actual conversation with upsets me. i go off about politicians and stuff on here but for real if one of them talked to me, one-on-one, i would absolutely still be respectful despite everything i dislike about their policies and behavior as someone of power. the only time i wouldn’t treat someone with respect is if they not only treat me disrespectfully but reject my attempt at keeping things civil. and even then i would give multiple opportunities in an attempt to keep things calm and respectful. when i discuss stuff with people who i disagree with, i listen to them. lots of the time i feel the same about the issue at the end, but hearing a point of view is important. brushing all people who disagree with you away is just in bad taste in my opinion. because there are people who will not believe in what you do but also show respect despite that. there are people who will listen, even if they are secretly a little upset about what you’re saying. conversation is important in any kind of society and for one so polarized in political beliefs like ours i think it should be a requirement to show SOME kind of respect.

it just upsets me how i wont even be heard with some people, like my dad. people who are so stuck in their beliefs that they refuse to even consider looking at them critically. i know the stuff i align myself with isn’t perfect. i know some things people who are head-speakers for in the political groups i openly say i agree with aren’t always exactly what i think. and i know that lots of things won’t be treated as serious as i want them to be. focus can easily be put on things that i think should come later compared to what i care about. i know that “liberals” aren’t perfect. a lot of kids i went to school with were heavily and openly liberal and generally i agreed with them but now and then they would go too far with something, or even just be one of those people who are so up in arms about political stuff that they don’t have any real personal experience with (which is fine, i just wish they wouldn’t act like it was them being attacked instead of the actual people suffering from the real-life issues). i know my beliefs, MY personally beliefs, aren’t perfect. i used to have a lot of trouble realizing something i believed in was not what i thought it was, but now its kinda normal for me. my beliefs for lots of stuff is fluid, but of course because its me, i usually end up aligning with most “liberal” ideals (but, again, theres stuff i disagree with in those groups too). i will ride in my dad’s car where the radio is still on a political station he listens to and some of the stuff they say makes me sick because i disagree with it so much. and i like to think that my dad doesn’t believe all of that. but i dont know because whenever i’ve tried to figure out i’ve just been called a communist who hates freedom, lol. he’s not open to conversation which is really weird to me. cuz like. things change?? opinions aren’t static? people are able to look at things from different angles. its not that hard imo? maybe its just cuz im overly-empathetic but like. i dont... get how its so hard for people to put themselves in others shoes... thats what i primarily do when talking to people about stuff where theres any sort of disagreement. lots of the time ill put myself in their shoes and still come out feeling the same about the topic, but its still important to do that kind of thing to at least get SOME kind of grasp to why they believe what they do.

im not sure why im making so many long political posts lately compared to usual but i feel like this is important stuff to talk about... i dont expect anyone to change their views on shit just reading a post where im getting my frustrations out, but if anything is questionable, i want people to know that i AM open to talking about it personally. if you approach me with respect, i’d be happy to talk to you about stuff. it’s something i practice regularly with non-political stuff in my relationship and with close-friends when something touchy comes up. lots of the times core ideas aren’t changed but we all come out of that stuff with a bit more understanding of the other person and why they think what they do. people aren’t perfect and you will disagree about things. that’s why it should be handled respectfully. if i reacted the way my dad does to people trying to make conversation about more serious things, im pretty sure i wouldn’t have nearly as many friends, lol.

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blyanten · 7 years ago

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THE DUCK AVENGER PK2: DUCKMALL

It’s that time again. Another special! The last one.

*insert happy dance*

First you need a setting, then a hero, then… you need a lot of stuff to tell a story, but last, but not least, you need a narrator. Waldo, the Duckmall mascot is the narrator today.

The creepy, creepy mascot.

Story 1:

Donald has had too many late nights, and keeps falling asleep at work. One department head is getting pretty annoyed at him for not doing his job. He’s so annoyed that when a random billionaire and his kid show up to find something unique… at the electronic store at the mall? Are they slumming?

So the department head sells Donald to him, as a robot who thinks he’s real.

Listen, every billionaire can’t be a genius.

Always question discounts.

The department head gets Donald up and running, and with a bit of convincing, he goes along with it.

At the rich guy’s house, Donald does a bad job at entertaining the kid. He does do a great job at being the worst house guest, but I’m kinda with him on that, considering the dubious nature of this incident.

Yeah... I’d be suing the store. /no sense of humor today

Rich guy is not happy, and uses the money back guarantee, having the big body guard take Donald back to the store.

The next boss-employee conversation is going to be interesting.

Story 2:

The Star Corp is having laundry issues. All their uniforms shrunk!

Tempest doesn’t care, considering it the most interesting thing that’s happened in a while. Slow summer months, you know? But there’s more! They were supposed to have new uniforms, but they’ve been delayed.

Because the supplier is lazy and making more and more bizarre excuses. Guess summer got to him too.

Bloom decides to have them all work in civilian clothes, which…

People are always helpful at the wrong time.

The day continues like that, until Bloom has had enough. He calls the supplier again, and gets them new uniforms the next day.

Not that that helps Fitzroy any, as he gets covered in paint.

They all go home and when they return the next day, the new uniforms are waiting for them.

Wonder what freedome of movement is like in those.

Meanwhile, the supplier learns that words can come back to bite you, as his excuses all come true.

Story 3:

Lyla desperately tries to sneak out of Channel 00 before she gets caught up in Angus’s and Morrighan’s fight. When this fails she suggests the two have a contest. Find a story, a real story, worthy of the name before the evening news! Anything to get the two to focus on something not her.

Angus decides to go to Duckmall and sit around, hoping something will fall into his lap.

Morrighan… decides to follow him and steal his story. Well, that was easy, Angus wins this round, story over!

Oh. No, it’s not.

Angus reaches the mall, but is too cheap to pay for the parking garage, so he drives around the barrier and parks against the wall. Morrighan is now convinced Angus knows he’s there, and follows.

Angus really just wants a burger. Unfortunately, the burger place has run out of pickles. Angus, being a difficult jackass, decides that means he has to stand in line, not letting any other customers order, until the pickles arrives.

That said, that’s the kind of thing you tell your customers before they pay. Amateurs.

The manager appears, telling the clerk to open another register as the other customers start to object to the long wait.

The pickle truck arrives, but is blocked by something. The manages sends a worked out to deal with that, while he himself tries to make fries. This does not go well.

Oil fire = BAD, VERY BAD.

Angus starts in on a grand speech about the burger place failing to live up to its advertising, and the other customers agree with him. Then he has an epiphany. There’s his story!

Morrighan is aghast! Angus did all of that on purpose to get a story, he really is the worst journalist. He confronts Angus, telling him he’ll get him fired. Angus doesn’t care, and asks Morrighan to move his car so he can get out. Someone else appears, glad to have finally found the owner of the car that’s blocking the pickle truck. Morrighan deeply regrets doing that, because he helped Angus get his story.

And, oh yeah, his arms might have gotten broken somehow.

Angus meanwhile, gets his story on the news, ruins a burger empire and leaves a lot of people without jobs. Not that they necessarily mind, as they had decided to go on a strike due to “troubling rumors” about work conditions in the company.

Story 4:

Lyla is feeling a bit down, and doesn’t understand why.

Aw, Lyla.

She has everything she needs, a job, a home, a park right in front of her home… the radio switches to a commercial about Duckmall, and Lyla figures, why not? Off to the mall.

The mall is what it usually is, people everywhere, loud, someone asking for little Ronald’s parents to please, please come get him.

Lyla stops in front of the bookstore, and a very friendly sales clerk offers to help. Lyla notes that he’s tired and can barely put up with her, probably due to spending all night dancing at the disco. He also doesn’t like to read.

Lyla asks for anything lacking in hypocrisy. Eventually she ends up with a book about gardening. Not what she wanted, but she thinks she’s on to something. She keeps walking through the mall, gets a pause when a perfume girl asks her to stop for a moment so Lyla can try a new perfume.

Better opening line: “Do you have any allergies?”

It doesn’t have the desired effect, and Lyla leaves the girl a bit confused over her very technical comments about the perfume.

Lyla is still looking when she comes across a pet store. She also finds little Ronald, who is taunting the puppies with food he won’t give them. He asks Lyla is it’s funny. Lyla says “no”, and asks if he wants to see something really funny. Little Ronald has a sudden change of heart and decides he should find his parents.

Scare ‘em straight, the droid way.

The parents are baffled at the change in their son, but decides to go with it. Lyla warns Ronald to be good to small animals. He agrees.

She notes to herself that showing Ronald what she truly is might not be the best way to deal with him, but she has no pedagogic programs in her memory. On the bright side, this little incident helped her figure out what she wants.

Some time later, Lyla is in the park with her new mechanical dog. Another kid and his flesh and blood dog comes along, and so does the kid’s mother. She strikes up a conversation with Lyla and soon her friends arrive as well, joining in.

Story 5:

Romantic comedy with Rupert and Stella, complete with a peanut gallery! One guard is showing another guard Rupert and Stella on the viewscreens, because nobody here has a real job to do. Rupert is trying to flirt with Stella, while also warning her about a shoplifter.

To be fair, the peanut gallery is kinda funny.

Rupert is gearing up to a confession, when Stella suddenly yells “I’ll kill you!” While you’d be forgiven for thinking she meant Rupert, she’s actually spotted the shoplifter, who was stealing a boat.

Ambitious guy, that thief.

Rupert goes after the thief, and somehow fails to catch him. When he returns, Stella is talking to some other guy. If Rupert had taken two seconds to think, he might have noted something important about this situation, but instead he barges in and tells the guy he’s bothered Stella long enough.

And with that he grabs Stella’s boss and carries him out of the store.

Stella’s reactions are probably the most realistic part of this story.

Rupert comes back later to apologize, and… so this is clearly a comedy special so everything, from characterization to events are exaggerated/off/doesn’t work with the normal series, and that’s why I prefer to think of what happens next as Stella just fucking with Rupert for payback, rather than being her normal, earnest self.

Look at that “I’m gonne mess you up” face.

She decides Rupert is there to buy something embarrassing. Like a girdle. Or maybe an ointment since he walks funny. And she keeps going until Rupert gives up and buys a snore clip.

This is when we get to see the peanut gallery, and it turns out to be two women, who after watching Rupert make a fool of himself has decides he seems like a great guy. So they try to ask him out. Yep, both of them. Some people are great at sharing.

Stella also arrives, for the same reason.

Definitely not canon.

People get angry and Rupert knocks himself out on a security camera, the end.

Story 6: Everett and Anymore are going on a business trip, and while all the paperwork is in place, Anymore has neglected to buy a Waldo figure for the business partner’s son. Anymore believes it will seem unprofessional, Everett argues that the human touch is important.

Well, that’s true on the lower levels, it’s why shop workers are told to smile and such, so sure.

So they take a trip to Duckmall.

Everett is unimpressed by how the mall is managed. There’s maintenance work going on, which causes a really annoying buzzing sound. Stuff like that should really be done after closing hours.

And then Everett gets distracted by the, in his opinion, sub-standard work the maintenance guys are doing. Since he says his criticisms out loud, they get mad and tells him that if he’s so good, why don’t he fix it?

Oh, no.

The maintenance guys have no clue what he did, but the system works, time to go get paid.

But of course, Everett couldn’t just fix the system, he added a little something that increase customer satisfaction with purchased products. As a funny side effect, the happy feelings are associated with the mall, as symbolized by the Waldo figure. And that’s why everything Waldo is flying off the shelves, no matter what it costs.

Everett has a moment of panic, before turning the device off. He admits to Anymore it might not have been a great idea to modify the system into brainwashing people into buying Waldo stuff.

Anymore asks exactly how he turned it off, and Everett tells him he’s learned a lesson over the years: Always include a remote control so you can turn stuff off.

But not a backup in case the first remote control breaks. Then you show up and destroy things with your mind.

Story 7:

At Duckmall’s playground, a kid in a Duck Avenger costume is being blocked from trying the slide by another kid. That kid is wearing a t-shirt with a skull on it, and *gasp* a leather-ish looking jacket, so you know he’s bad.

He also insults the Duck Avenger, just in case you missed the other clues. Bloom and Donald arrives, and Bloom leaves Donald to watch the kids floor, while the bullies decides to allowed Ducky Avenger kid onto the slide, so they can push him off. The expect him to cry, but the kid tries to climb back up. The bullies try to kick him off this time, but Donald interferes.

Me too, Donald, me too.

The bullies run off, and the kids go back to having fun. Donald tells the fan-kid that even heroes need help sometimes. I sense a moral coming on.

Donald gets a call about an emergency, and it turns out that a fire-based villain is trying to burn the place down. One frustrated guard notes that it’s the fourth supervillain this week.

Donald disappears and the Duck Avenger arrives, but doesn’t have much luck. The fire-villains fire is in fact hot enough to give the shield some trouble. During the fight the Avenger gets trapped, and all hope is lost… and then fan-kid shows up with a water pistol, distracting the villain.

The Avenger gets free and breaks the GIANT AQUARIUM that for some reason is there, putting out the fire a villain and killing a lot of fish at the same time. He grabs the kid and gets out of the way, leaving the cops to deal with the former fire-villain. Instead, he asks the kid what he thought he was thinking, doing something that dangerous.

And here it comes… even heroes need help sometimes. The Avenger laughs, admitting he deserved that one, and decides to buy the kid an ice cream.

Epilogue:

We go back to Waldo, who wonders what heroes do when the story is over. But while he doesn’t understand that, Waldo will always be there, waiting for other heroes and stories to tell.

After an entire issue where that mascot is the narrator, showing that he is everywhere, always watching is like... Weeping Angels level of creepy.

Well, that’s the last special over with, and as usual, it’s not really anything to write home about. But also as usual, there is a little bit of gold, and this time that’s Lyla’s story.

The slower pace of that story allows Lyla’s feelings of disconnect and lonelyness come through, and her lack of reaction during most of the story, her reactions to the few people she interacts with, hammers it home. She analyzes them, what they’re doing, what’s supposed to happen rather than letting it happen. Even the comedy moment with the kid keeps it low-key and while it’s stated that she doesn’t have the programming to deal with kids, the implication is that she doesn’t have the experience either.

Most of us, if we’d done anything, would have brought the kid to a guard so they could find his parents while keeping him out of trouble. Lyla goes “I’m a scary droid”, which, while effective, is rather clueless, emphasising her lack of people-experience.

I also find that Lyla’s journey makes sense. She’s at home, missing something, but by going out and experiencing the place she starts to work out what she’s missing in this new place, and eventually what she needs to do to get it. It all seems like a natural progression, and using a dog is clever. Plenty of people get pets if they’re feeling lonely, and if you have a dog you have to get out of the house, if only to walk it, and that increases your chances of meeting people.

And IME, having a dog guarantees that you’ll talk to people, especially other dog owners.

#PKNA #PK2 #duck avenger #comic #review #sort of #for fun

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harrypotterdrabbles · 8 years ago

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all of me, loves all of you

Request: hi um can u do a young Sirius x shy wheelchair reader imagine were the reader is insecure and thinks no one will love her because of her disability but gets proven wrong lots of fluff and a kiss and the reader gets embarrassed when the marauders walk in and its really cute the reader thinks its a cruel joke at first and doesn't see why a guy like him would like her I hope u can do this it would mean a lot xxx by Pairing: young Sirius x shy wheelchair readerWarnings: pure fluff and tender lovingWord Count:2818

(Edit 2019: realised i had a dumb bitch moment when i wrote this and put Snape as the professor! Genuinely stupid ik, ive edited the piece to change the style a bit as I've matured my writing style and seen some cringy story writing, thanks though you guys for liking this tho <3 )

The first time you had ever met Sirius Black was a rather special memory that you would always hold dear in your heart. It was the distant fond days of your fourth year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry and you were making your way down to the assigned classroom for your next lesson. You could leave early from your lessons to make time to get to your next, avoiding the chaotic rush of students that usually happened during the small break in-between. You weren’t allowed to go to any other floor of the castle without assistance so the majority of lessons you had were rescheduled into several spare rooms on the first floor.

You necessary didn’t mind spending time alone but you were lonely sometimes, being away from your best friends for the long hours of the day, awkwardly sitting in front of Professor Slughorn in a one-to-one lesson. On this particular day however, you were a bit late to reach your next assigned lesson, only just escaping Professor Binn’s room before he drawled onto another useless point of why Goblins can’t cartwheel (something to do with their bone structure).

You pushed the wheels on your wheelchair in a rather hurried fashion, the hallways were bare but if you were correct, students would flood out of their lessons in the next 5 minutes; you wouldn’t have enough time. Your arms were beginning to tire, the muscles franticly working as fast as they could as you rounded the corner- only to literally nearly run someone over.

“Merlin’s beard-!”

You let out a sudden squeak, your cheeks burned a bright crimson red as your chair lurched backwards as you to reach forward to steady the student you bumped into, however your chair seemed to lean too far back for your liking and you just knew you were going to tip backwards. Before you could think, a firm hand grasped yours and you were pulled into a strong secure embrace; the chair toppling over behind you.

Your body shook with anxiety in the hold of the stranger, your mind whirling and your hands trembling as your support heavily relied on the person that saved you from a horrendous fall. You heard the stranger pause for a moment, their brain possibly trying to process what had just occurred before they took in a sharp inhale.

“-Oh Merlin! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you like that! Bloody hell I should’ve looked where I’m going- here let me help love.”

Your spine straightened as goosebumps shot across your arm, your grip scrunching the front of the person’s robe. The boy’s timbre voice was soothing, a low tone that overflowed with sincerity and panic, your brain working in a similar panic, trying to find some sort of response but all you could do was stutter out an apology.

Truth is, you didn’t have that many interactions with other students in Hogwarts, you mostly kept to yourself and in the company of your close friends who you shared a dorm room with and ate together. You were sure the students of Hogwarts knew who you were, there weren’t that many students in wheelchairs when Hogwarts had Madam Pomfrey. This lead to quite a lot of insecurities about what others thought of you, though tended to try and not dwell on that subject, you had such amazing friends that encouraged you and supported you throughout the years. So who really cared about opinions of others.

Your mind snapped back out of it when you heard a ruffling of robes and you felt yourself being readjusted in the young man’s grip, your head still carefully tucked away, shielding your view from anything but his Gryffindor badge upon his robe.

“Wingardium Leviosa.” You heard the familiar swish and flick of a wand and the clattering sounds of your wheelchair being levitated and touching back onto the floor. Your heartbeat was thundering loudly in your ears, your palms sweaty and you vaguely heard another spell being muttered out before you were delicately helped back into your chair.

Your hands shook as they placed themselves onto the familiar material of your arm rest, your hair obscuring your deep embarrassment as you stumbled out your soft reply.

“Thank-Thank you! If you can excuse me, I, erm... I have to go," you looked around to where you were, still far from your destination, and time was running out, "i have to go now, I mean." You clarified.

Your head still refusing to look up at the young man, your embarrassment too deep to ever make eye contact as you prepare to make the dash to your class.

“Actually,” You paused at the voice that called out, “Will you allow me to escort you to your desired destination, love?”

His body appeared in your vison as the stranger knelt down in front of you, forcing your eyes to finally meet the face of your saviour.

And my Merlin, did you not expect that. The young man had to either be in your year or either in the year above, his dark stormy eyes, calm and filled with genuine care and honesty, a gentle smile graced upon his features, though you were sure a smirk suited his demeanor better. His hair was longer than average, swept up into a bun, but rather manly looking and seemed to suit him quite well.

“I’m Sirius Black.”

That was the first time you’d ever met the boy, and that wasn’t your last encounter with the dashing fellow. He had gallantly pushed you to your next lesson, kindly asking questions that didn’t pry too much, but filled with curiosity and interest as you stumbled out your reply, knowing full well that your embarrassing stuttering didn’t help.

Days turned into weeks, and long weeks turned into a year. Every day, somehow Sirius had manages to find you and escort you to at least one of your next lessons in a day, every so often taking you on trips to various parts of the castle, placing your full trust in him as he carried you through some tough spots. In these days, he began to know you so much better than what he thought he’d know, both of you entrusting each other and opening up in ways you’d never imagine. Your nervousness around the handsome boy had nearly dissipated, though your burning blush always made a spectacular appearance.

During this time you had also grown to know the group Sirius belonged in; The Marauders. How you didnt know or notice them prior to crashing into Sirius was beyond a mystery. They were a bunch of lovely boys who had way too much time on their hands, who also helped you whenever they could, truly wonderful people who you grew to become fond of as well. James would always yell the hallway space in front of you clear- if you ever did run late to your next class, his loud boisterous voice worryingly yelling “MOVE OUT OF THE WAY. MOOOOOVE~” as he waved his wand around while he pushing you gently through the splitting crowds, ignoring your burnt cheeks and face held in embarrassment. Peter would always kindly fetch you some more food from within the kitchens or even in the dining hall, already knowing what you were craving straight away, bless the boy he was kind. Remus a gentle soul, he would take a more helpful approach of helping you around in the library, finding ridiculously large books for any essays you needed.

You and Remus were particularly close as well, the seemingly shy boy and you bonded almost immediately, debating over one of the theories mentioned within a DADA book you both were reading, and ever since then he too became a person you held dear. It was also no surprise that he figured out straight away what your insecurities and worries were and often talked you to prevent bottling them inside.

It was also no surprise that he knew of your infatuation with Sirius Black.

Of course when Remus questioned you about it you had spluttered out false responses, claiming he was absolutely absurd for even suggesting such a thing while your cheeks betrayed you, once again heating up a dep shade of red Remus had never witnessed before. Though Remus never asked, he knew you were afraid of the way Sirius would think of you if he knew, Remus knew that you thought nobody would love you because of your disability.

However, he also knew that your disability doesn’t affect the way Sirius looked at you. Because Remus knew from the first time Sirius busted through the dorm doors, his voice in pure awe as he indulged with the group about the sweet girl he accidently bumped into in the hallway earlier that day, Remus saw the rare twinkle of something in Sirius’ eyes as he spoke so fondly of you.

It was your last year at Hogwarts and you were sat in a rather comfortable sofa in the middle of a secret room that the marauders had shown you the year before. It was a cosy and convenient room tucked away on the 7th floor, the gruelling climb and awkward way to reach the level itself all worth it as you sunk into the well-deserved fluffy material, a thick novel daintily between your hands.

However you couldn’t focus no matter how hard you tried, your attention always flickering back up to the pacing young man in front of you. Sirius had undeniably grown deviously handsome over the years, his aristocratic features sculpting his face into a masterpiece, his jawline sharper than it had been before, his cheekbones prominent and his voice a deep rumble. His hair has gown but he never cut it, it was constantly up in a man bun, little tendrils framing his face without damaging his bad boy look. Despite all the changed that occurred, the soft and genuine care still swam within his beautiful stormy eyes, they never changed one bit, never around you.

Cheeks dusted pink once more as you realised you were staring, your eyes instantly gluing them back to your romance novel you were trying to get into, your mind forgetting that the other Marauders were somewhere present in the room, doing god knows what. The pacing had stopped for a minute and your curiosity got the better of you, you peeked up again only to let out a silent squeak as Sirius’s intently stared at you. You felt all your blood flood into your face again and you shifted your hair to slightly hide your face, feeling scrutinised in his burning gaze, you coughed nervously, clearing your voice.

“Is there som-something on my face..?” You questioned, a hand automatically brushing anything off of your face. When he didn’t respond, your embarrassment reached an all high and you felt insecure in his still steady stare as you attempted to shield your face with your novel.

“Why do you read that sappy book all the time?” His voice was surprisingly soft, lacking its usual boisterous tone and laughter. You pulled your book down to stare at the cover, it was a romance novel that was a personal favourite, the worn out cover and cracked spine indicating how many hours you'd spent reading and rereading the novel.

You were a bit reluctant to answer him but you felt strangely confident and protective when you raised your voice to tell him your honest truth, though avoiding eye contact.

“Well, its because, I’ll probably never- never experience love like this." Setting the book down in your lap. "It’s the only way I’ll ever get this close to the feeling.” You tenderly spoke, “Through the char-characters of course!” you quickly added, cheeks turning that oh-so-familiar shade of pink.

“Y/N. Do you actually think that you’ll never find love.”

You stiffened in your seat, your fingers curling around the corners of your book, jaw clenching tightly. Was…Was he making fun of you? You felt humiliation stinging in your eyes and you angrily glared at him- but before you could tell him a piece of your mind, he spoke up again.

“Because I always thought you found it with me.”

His voice was shaky, however it was nothing compared to how much your hands were trembling.

“Because I always find it when I’m with you.”

Your glare hardened, your eyes blinking away the sting of tears. You swiped your book off of your lap, the clatter of the hardcover upon the floor the only sound that echoed in the silent room as your fists clenched with such strength your nails nearly broke skin.

"Is... Is this some cruel joke to you?" You stared down at the romance novel on the floor, your voice was strong and almost full of spite despite its usual soft tone. Tears blurred your vision and they silently fell, slowly making its way down your burning face, soaking into your clothes.

You flickered your hardened stare back up at the tall teen who was slowly approaching you, humiliated, you avoided his gaze with a anger burning your throat. "This isn't one of your stupid pranks again is it Black? Because I swear to Merlin that I'll-"

Your threat was cut off short with a sweet and tender pressure upon your lips. Your brain still not computing with what was currently going on, so when Sirius Black had pulled away from his quick kiss, all you could do was stare in disbelief at him.

"You're so naïve sometimes Y/N. I've been trying to get you to notice that I liked you for yonks." Sirius chuckled, his gorgeous obsidian eyes twinkling with love and affection. Your ears turn red along with the rest of your face, mouth gaping like some sort of fish, realising your overreaction to a rather sweet confession.

In just two sentences, Sirius had reduced you to a blushing, stuttering mess. Not the first time it had happened though.

"I-I don't get-get it!" You blurted out, Sirius raised one amused eyebrow at this, "You're-you're Sirius Black! You could have any-anyone you wanted! Why would someone like you, like-like someone like..." you didn't have it in you to actually suggest such a thing, it was an absurd thought in its own.

Sirius leaned close to you again, his breath tickling your nose, that infuriatingly handsome smirk present on his lips once more.

"Why would someone like me, like someone like you..?" He questioned, "Well there's so many things I could reason but we could be here for centuries my love." Sirius joked, tucking a stand of your hair behind your ear and away from your face.

"It could be because I feel such an urge to protect you wherever you go, I always have a need to be by your side, something pulls me towards you Y/N and I cant ignore it." Sirius' hands come up to cup your face, his eyes connecting with yours, "Every time I see you, I get this huge fat, shit eating grin on my face and I cant stop thinking about you when you're not nearby. I admire you so much Y/N, you're so strong and brave, more than I'll ever be." His thumb slowly caressing your cheek, "Even if you see yourself as less than perfect, I see you as my world, Y/N. All of me loves all of you." He whispers, his lips ghosting over yours ever so slightly. Your own heartbeat is thumping so loud, and you were sure Sirius could hear it too.

You lean forward, lips connecting and you feel a strong pull inside your heart as magic danced over your skin. It was gentle and sweet, the kiss passionate but gentle and pure. You both seemed to hum in sync, your souls seemingly intertwining as the kiss deepened-

"Oh wow okay, I didn't expect that so suddenly."

You both lurched away, startled by the abrupt voice that defiantly wasn't Sirius' and swivelled to see the rest of the Marauders stood awkwardly by the door unsure of what to do. Oh. You had forgotten that they were with you too.

Sirius barked out a rumbling laugh as Remus smiled fondly. "Wormtail, one day you'll find someone as wonderful as Y/N in your life." Sirius chuckled, standing once more as James, Peter and Remus approached.

"Come on love, time to get you to your next lesson." Sirius softly spoke, reaching his large hand out towards you as you delicately placed your trust in him.

James started some sort of conversation about how Lily Evans had flung some sort of creature at him earlier in the day, the story creating tears of laughter in all of you despite James's damaged pride. He continued on with another galliant tale though your concentration was purely on the handsome young man pushing your wheelchair. You reached back and placed your hand over his and gave it a light squeeze, your soft skin brushing over his rough hand, no words exchanged even though the action spoke everything.

"Thank you, Sirius. For everything."

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“... and buried deep beneath the waves, betrayed by family, to his nation with his last breath cried: beware the daughter of the sea.”

What's the last thing you looked up in the dictionary? Shit, it's right on the tip of my tongue... I was making sure I was using it right, which I was. Do you ever listen to instrumental music? Rarely, and if I do, it's normally game soundtracks. Who did you last sit on? I'm hoping you mean like... on their lap lmao in which case it'd probably be Jason. No one wants my fat ass to sit on their lap nowadays. What do you think about wind? I HATE wind, unless it's hot and there's a nice breeze. Has there been anyone that you wanted to get to know but never did? Well of course. That happened in high school a lot. What's the last thing you looked at that reminded you of someone? Teddy's picture on my shelf. Have your parents ever tried to commit suicide? Not that I know of. I couldn't even begin to imagine either of those trying that. Do you have a gag reflex? A VERY STRONG ONE. Would you rather have sex before you're married or wait till marriage? I don't care. Tbh by now, I kinda think before is wiser only to ensure you two are compatible in that area. It wouldn't matter to me personally, but I know that's important to some people and can cause issues and built-up bitterness. Just use protection, Christ. Have you ever let someone hit you? Um no? Do you have friends in other states/countries? Plenty. Been on the Internet since before I was even a pre-teen, talking to strangers lmao. Do you ever pay attention during church? I would try to back then, but I never succeeded well because my mind would wander out of boredom. Do you have self-control? That very much depends on the situation. I can be EXTREMELY impulsive, but in other cases hold it together. Have you ever broken a window? No. When was the last time you freaked someone out? I'm sure it was a few nights ago when I had another nightmare and woke up screaming. Mom always yells my name to snap me out of it. Have you ever gone on a date with a weirdo? No. Who's the last person you called a bitch? I don’t know. Is anyone in your family disabled? Yes. What do you want for Christmas? It's hella early to think about it, but I'm quite certain I'll be asking for a treadmill. How many moles do you have? I don't think I have any? Aren't freckles and moles different? Do you own any comic books? No. What is the nastiest dare you have ever committed? I don't know. I never did really nasty ones because I wasn't stupid. Do you know anyone who has been raped? Almost, anyway. Idk if I know anyone to really has been... I hope not. Are you an atheist? No. I think there's... something. Have you ever owned a goldfish? Well yeah, from like, carnival games and stuff. Who was the last person to call you beautiful? I dunno, probably a family member when I changed my FB profile picture. How many times have you been stung by a bee? Once. Those fuckin hornets better stay the holy fuck away from me. What was the last flavor of gum you chewed? Probably something fruity. When was the last time you used tape? Ummm probably when I had to tape the side of my laptop screen a bit. When was the last time you said fuck? A couple questions ago in this survey lmao. Have you ever stolen something? Only this pink crayon I thought was beautiful at Sunday school oof. Who would you like to kiss right now? Maaaan there's three people I would so long I wasn't involved with anyone else. Mark of course lol, Jason, or Sara. Who was the last person you told to 'Shut the fuck up' to? Ha ha, probably playfully to Sara. Why were you last nervous? So I joined this group on deviantART called the Guiding Light Project, which is about mental health help and positivity, and there is a list of people seeking help and what their problem is. I decided to reach out to two people I really thought I could help, and one was a guy. Men make me so nervous that I was very nervous sending him a message, but it's going very well. Whose pants did you last take off? Uhhhh. OH YEAH HEY when I was hanging out with Colleen and she got me to change her son's diaper. Hate hate hate hated it. I do not ever need kids. When was the last time you were disturbed? Hm. I'm sure over something I saw on Facebook. NO, WAIT. Sara, do not read this. When I was at Ashley's, we were watching Naked and Afraid, and they caught a chameleon to cook for food. I almost screamed. Poor thing looked terrified when the guy grabbed him. Why did you last feel awkward? Also when messaging that guy. When was the last time you got in a fight with your best friend? It's been a long time. Have you ever asked someone for a tampon? Only a friend. Who was the last person you read a book to? My niece had me read a book like fifty times. Who is the person you say the naughtiest things to? Ha ha, Sara when we're having our stupid fangirl moments. Who was the last person to send you a letter? Sara. It's still on my shelf. :') How do you feel about war? I’m a pacifist, so guess. Do you like cupcakes or muffins more? Hm, maybe cupcakes. Have you ever pushed someone on purpose? Yes. Have you ever slapped someone in the face? No. Do you have any tough life decisions to make soon? Nothing major. At what time of the day do you usually have the most energy? In the morning, once I've passed the drowsy phase. Magenta, aqua, or coral? Coral. Do you like the color orchid? Ye! Would you rather be a wedding photographer or a nature photographer? Uhhh I literally want to be both? I'm *realistically* more interested in shooting weddings for the income, but if I had my way, I'd be perfectly financially content being a nature photographer. Man, I hope that happens. Have you ever had an ulcer? No. Are you interested in health and wellness? "Rather than interests, I consider them two very important things I should always try to pay attention to. Health is very important." <<<< This. Would you ever be a fitness coach? HA no. Do you ever question whether something that makes you uncomfortable is a good thing or not? That's a very good question. This can definitely lead to you questioning flawed morals, so in that sense, it sure can be. In other ways though, it can certainly be a bad thing. Do you think for yourself? Yes. I am, generally, very opinionated and follow my gut instinct. Do you live life on your own terms, or do you do what everyone tells you to do? The former, usually. I can be AWFUL at making decisions though, so I definitely consider advice. What color is your bike? I don't have a bike. Are you due for a hike? There is physically no way I could handle a hike in my current shape. Muscle atrophy in the legs is not fuckin' fun, and with hyperhidrosis and THIS heat? Oh, hunny. Have you ever created a themed scrapbook? As a kid, I fainty remember having one? How often do you eat dessert? Very rarely. I don't need it. What's the trendiest item you own? Oh boy, I don't have a clue. I don't even know what's "trendy." Did you pull an all-nighter last night? No. When was the last time you wrote an essay? My first semester of this year. Do you enjoy writing essays? I actually do if it's a subject I'm passionate about. Do you enjoy learning? Yeah! What is your favorite fairytale? Fuckin fight me if you say Shrek isn't one. What is your favorite name that starts with a "Z"? I have no idea. Maybe Zena, though I prefer it with an "x." Have you ever felt like you were going to throw up while you were at school? Yes. I have before. Do you own a princess crown? No. When was the last time you were jealous of someone? Ugh... with how bad my PTSD has been lately, I've been having periodic episodes of raging hate and jealousy of the girl he dated after me, thinking things like, "what if he loved her more," "what if he also told her this or that," etc. They're not even together anymore, but my brain doesn't care. Do you know anyone with an eating disorder? Maybe? What was the last thing you killed? I think an earwig-ish thing. Whose number did you last get? The girl's who adopted Bentley. When was the last time you used a public bathroom? Probably not since an appointment with my psychiatrist some time ago. Have you ever used someone for money? Wow, no. Do you have manners? I honestly think I have great manners. Have you ever woken up and realized that yesterday really happened? That was ABSOLUTELY the day after the breakup. It didn't at all feel real when it was even happening. When was the last time that you had a pet that died? Last November is when we had to put Teddy to sleep. God, I miss that baby boy. Or did Mitsu die later? I don't recall for sure. Do you know anyone who retired at a young age? I mean, probably. I'm just unaware. When was the last time you took a taxi/Uber? Where were you going? Never, actually. We don't really have those here. Have you ever been diagnosed (by a professional) with OCD? Yes. Do you know any married gay couples? Distantly. Who is your favorite person to spend time with? SARA! I feel like kids having a sleepover when I've been with her. Is there anything you should tell someone, but don’t want to? Yes. Have you ever woken up somewhere and not known how you got there? I don't believe so. Do you live somewhere where recreational marijuana is legal? No. Have you ever quit a job with no notice? No. Do you have nightmares often? HA, it's just about a nightly basis now. Have you ever been on any sort of government assistance? I've gotten loans for school and stuff. Does that count? Did you have your own bedroom when you were growing up? No, I shared it with my little sister. Are you more optimistic or pessimistic? Pessimistic. Are you comfortable with your weight? Fuck no. How often do you listen to classic rock? Semi-frequently. Not as much as I did in high school. What about country? Just about never ever. Do you know anyone inside and out? I don't think that's possible. Is anyone in your family sick? Both Mom and Grammy are fighting cancer right now. I don't think my grandma has much time left. She can't walk on her own anymore. What kind of camera do you have? A Canon EOS Rebel T6. What is something you know you shouldn’t do, but do anyways? Download music. What is the most amount of money you have ever lost? Idk. Is photography one of your interests? Of course, I aim to make a career out of it. Do you know your neighbors very well? I personally don't. The person to the right of us, though, my mom knows decently and is a total and complete sweetheart. Have you ever hurt yourself just to get attention? "Kind of (I hurt myself for my own purposes, but I did want attention paid to it), when I was a teenager, because I desperately needed someone to treat me with compassion and, like, take the shit that was happening to me seriously." <<<< I don't like admitting this, but it's happened. I want to emphasize that it was not the primary reason and was rather impulsive anger and self-hate, BUT for the mentioned reasons, I did want this shit taken seriously and realize I really needed help. Has anyone ever called you conceited? No. Do you write ever write poetry just to get your feelings out? Certainly. Not like I used to, though. Who were you last really mad at? REALLY mad? I'm not sure, but probably Mom. What is a sad song that you like? "Terrible Things" by Mayday Parade has been in my head lately. What is a rumor people tell about you? I don't know of any. The only rumor that I know has ever been spread about me was that Jason and I had a baby in high school. Despite the fact I was slim then lmao. If you were given 1,000 acres of land with no strings attached, what would you do with it? Definitely plant a forest around a house I'd like to model myself, dig a nice pond for more wildlife... a lot of stuff that would benefit nature. If you had to flee their home country, where would you live? Canada. Do you think psychic abilities exist? Which one would you like to have? No. I'd like to uhhhh... predict the future when I will it myself, I guess. What’s a skill or craft that you would like to master, but haven’t? I wish I could draw exactly what I see in my head. How did you find out Santa isn’t real? My mom just told me. What’s a personality trait that you wish you had? CONFIDENCE!!!!!!! Do you believe in getting revenge on those who do wrong by you? If so, how do you go about it? Noooo no no. That creates so many more problems. If you were arrested with no explanation, what would your friends and family think you’d had done? That's a great question. If you could shop for free at one store, what would it be? For the sake of being smart, Wal-Mart. Necessities are there. Do you have any pets? If so, what are they? I have a Siamese-esque cat and a champagne ball python. I'm currently DESPERATELY trying to talk Mom into a Mexican red knee tarantula... and I really want a hognose snake. What event in your life would make a good movie? The breakup and my recovery. If you could dedicate your life to solving one problem, what would it be? Discrimination. Where do you find meaning in your life? Quite honestly, I don't feel it has much meaning currently. I'm not doing shit worthwhile. Do you believe things happen for a reason? Hell no. What do you think is a conspiracy? Honestly, I believe in quite a few. The one I believe in most was that the government was 120% involved in 911. Research. It is unbelievable. I'm very dubious that the "first" moon landing was real, either. There is an overwhelming amount of evidence it was on a soundstage. Why? America wanted to beat Russia in the space race. I love conspiracies. Do you believe in the afterlife? How do you picture it? Yes. I don't quite know how I picture it, but I lean towards like... this nirvanic state of peace and knowledge, and unity between the dead. What’s a superstition you believe in? I don’t believe in any superstitions. None. What is the dumbest way you’ve ever been injured? YOOOOOO when I was at Colleen's in-law's having dinner once, I literally took a large bite of rice RIGHT WHEN IT CAME OFF THE STOVE. I didn't know it'd only just been removed. My tongue was burned for weeks on end. Do you mind conflict? Hell yes I mind. I'm terrified of confrontation. If you could start a charity what would it be for? Something with mental health. Maybe to help those who can't afford help/therapy. If you were a cryptid (bigfoot, mothman, ect.) what would you be? I'm already a cryptid. What’s your ideal temperature and weather? Hm... like 55 and partly cloudy. What topic could you give a 20-minute presentation on with no preparation? Gay rights. Have you ever worn those drunk goggles? Yes, for D.A.R.E. in elementary school. Can you agree to disagree, or usually get upset over conflicting views? It depends on the subject of course, but I'm normally very good at agreeing to disagree. Rodeos – entertaining, or cruel? Animal fucking cruelty. Dumbasses getting gored are well-deserved. Who is the best female rocker? Why? Lita Ford is a badass. Slays on the guitar and is just cool. What color of roses do you find the prettiest? I actually like the classic, deep red. Have you ever accidentally found porn when looking for something else? I don't think so. Why do so many fans with OTP’s insist that their ship is real? I don't really know, but it's annoying. Some people are just friends, y'know. Being similar/compatible does not equate to actually liking each other like that, and the feral ones are just... wow. Do you draw fanart of anything? Not anymore. There's soooo many pictures I'd love to draw of Mark, but I literally love him so much I don't want to disgrace his face with my poor ability to make shit proportional lmao. Favorite thing to see in museums? Fossils! Have you ever seen an unwrapped mummy in person? No. What things have people shamed you for? My AvPD doesn't want me to think about this. Are there any 'adult stores’ in your area? Probably at some point. Have you been inside of them/shopped there before? No. Do you watch The Masked Singer? Any theories? No.

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