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Misc Oneshots Masterlist

A/N: So I got inspired by this post by @leecheedoodles (Thanks for making these pics ♥) and decided to write a oneshot for each pic for different characters X reader.

This is it’s masterlist. The characters are not necessarily in the same order as the cliche tropes.

Also, it can be some kind of an AU to fit the type.

1. James Potter X Reader

(Idiot X Idiot In Progress) - Posted

2. Peter Pevensie X Reader

(Cinnabun X Hotheaded) - Posted

3. Bucky Barnes X Reader

(Delinquent X Oblivious Nerd) - Posted

4. Sirius Black X Reader

(Proud X Shy) - Posted

5.Steve Rogers X Reader

(kind giant X smol bundle of energy)-Posted

6. Remus Lupin X Reader

(Pure Looking (but hella shady) X Scary Looking (but actually a softie))

7. Draco Malfoy X Reader

(Virtuous Ray of Sunshine X Ex-Bad Guy)

8. Prince Caspian X Reader

(Shy X Emotional Dork)

9. Harry Potter X Reader

(Crime Fighting Duo)

10. Peter Parker X Reader

(Rival X Rival)

Oneshots will be linked here as soon as they are posted. I’ll be writing in the same order as above.

Sirius Black Tags:

@strangerliaa @ashkuuuu

➹stuck on you like glue➹(miles morales x reader)

When your boyfriend is Spider-Man and he keeps getting nervous around you and so his hand is constantly sticking to yours, like if you can relate.

Basically, the many times you flustered this boy so badly he completely forgot how to control his sticking situation.

word count: 8.2k (LMAOO i rlly went wild w the word count again sorry)

a/n: hello!!  i need to mention 3 things i’ll try to be as quick as i can. 1: thank you SO much for the support my last one shot got, i can’t believe how well it did and some of your comments and tags really made my entire week honestly. i was really proud of it but i truthfully wasn’t expecting it to get much attention since i’m new here but it was a really nice surprise. i’m rlly soft i love and appreciate you all! 2: i’m taking requests bc i’m running out of ideas lmao, so don’t be scared to send me something!! also would anyone like me to write about ps4 peter parker bc i rlly need some content for him so pls let me know. 3: a peter b. one is coming after this one so stay tuned if you’re interested, but y’know i had to write about my bb miles so here’s this!! i had a lot of fun with it so i hope you enjoy it as well (:

Your body became one with the beat as your hips swayed along to the blaring music, your knees bending with each lift of your heels and your gut leaping to every pulse of the bass like a musical rabbit. You didn’t know the lyrics to the song that played, but it didn’t bother you in any way at the moment, because you could see in the distance your boyfriend’s passionate hand gestures and his precious facial expressions as he believed he was the singer— oblivious that you, in all your heart eyes glory, were his adoring audience. The corner of your lips turned upwards, to your benefit impeding you from appearing like a wavering zombie in the crowd of teenagers moving and jumping against each other. Your dreamy smile faltered, however, when Miles’ eyes drifted to you. You froze, standing tensely still, praying he wouldn’t notice your existence for once— despite the odd masquerade mask, which a random girl handed you and you gladly accepted to use as part of your disguise, covering half of your face and the plastic bead necklace messily wrapped twice hanging from your neck. Contrary to your hopes, though, the boy wasn’t blind, and if anything your awkward and rigid body only drew more attention to you than you had originally intended. He shouted something at his friends as he took a step back, then turned around and approached you with a flirty smile, his eyes glinting with a mischief that dried your throat. “Hey.” He said with a deep voice, his hand flying up to rest on your shoulder. “What’s your name?”

The dick, you fumed in your head as you squinted at him, wondering why it only happened to you that your boyfriend cheated on you with yourself. Suddenly, he leaned closer to your ear. “I thought you were supposed to stay at home so your ankle could fully finish healing?” He yelled, his voice partially drowned out by the loud environment nonetheless. Your eyes grew wide and you peered at him with amazement, removing your golden mask by tugging it over your head and further disheveling your already frizzy from the heat hair.

“How’d you know? I was wearing this!” You laughed, pushing the headgear into his chest. He took it, inspecting it closely before giving you a roll of his eyes with an amused toothy grin.

“Y/N, first of all, you know that’s my favorite shirt for you to wear, right?” He smirked, nodding down at your upper body. You followed his gaze, afterwards smacking yourself mentally. Of course it was his favorite— how did you not catch that earlier? As if the way he was unable to tear his gaze away from you and didn’t want to let go of you whenever you wore the garment wasn’t enough evidence; you truly needed to work on your weak deduction skills. “And I know you’re gonna make fun of me, but I’d recognize even half of your face anywhere. You really thought you could sneak by me all Hilary Duff in that Cinderella movie?”

“Well, it worked in the movie, didn’t it?”

He chuckled, shaking his head and gently taking hold of your wrists, pulling you with him as he began to squeeze through the field of heated bodies. “You’re an idiot,” You heard him say loudly, and also watched him apologize to a guy who glared at him since the boy thought it would be a clever idea to call you that right into someone’s face. “You really shouldn’t be here.”

It was strange, you noticed, how that particular night everyone wanted to be as close together as possible; basically forgetting all about personal space and such. You’d lost count of how many people you’d bumped into already. “I don’t know how telling me that is gonna work considering I am here, and you’re the idiot if you think I’m gonna sneak all the way back into my house without my parents noticing.” You replied, holding tight onto Miles in fear of losing him. Out of nowhere, you detected a hiss; and without warning, a cloud of smoke suffocated your face and lungs, painfully drying out your eyes. You began to cough, waving your hand in front of your vision to clear the mist— stupid fog machine, you grimaced, doubting if the beauty of the mystery the smoke added was truly worth it if it’s so unpleasant, and you nearly felt as if you were dying (which really was just you being dramatic like you enjoyed to be sometimes) whilst standing in it.

You and Miles wound up in the deserted backyard, its peace being a relief for your throats after straining them so much back at the dance floor. You dropped down to sit on the grass, which easily was an open invitation for bizarre and terrifying insects to climb onto you and dig whatever body part into your skin. Maybe then you could be like Miles— who said Spider-Man didn’t need a partner in crime, someone who helped him once in a while anyway? You did wish you could aid him, sometimes, especially since you wouldn’t know what to do if his superhero fairytale concluded like his predecessor’s. If it happened once, then it could happen again. You shook your head, pushing those crippling thoughts away— not tonight, perhaps later, but not right now. “Why do you worry so much anyway? My cast is off, so my ankle is living its best life.”

Miles sat down beside you, scanning the glowing water. “I saw you limping yesterday after school when you thought no one was watching.” You stayed quiet, trying but failing to formulate an excuse in your head. “That’s exactly why I’m asking myself how your dumb ass didn’t get caught tonight.”

You hummed, your eyelids fluttering closed. “You underestimate me, Morales. My dumb ass is what’s keeping me alive so far. Plus, my parents are secretly grandparents and they go to sleep at like eight on Saturdays, so it really wasn’t that hard.”

He whistled, but you knew he was just mocking you. “Someone’s a rebellious teenager!” He laughed when you shoved him away playfully, gently returning the shove immediately after.

“Whatever. People are weird, though. I can’t believe there’s absolutely not a single soul swimming out here. The freaking pool even has waterfalls! All fancy and stuff,” You scoffed, your brows knitted as you gestured your hand toward the pool.

“Well, why don’t you go swimming, then?”

You pursed your lips, slapping an ant crawling up your knee off of you. “Because… my ankle, you know.” You shrugged and he raised his eyebrows in amusement. “You just want to see me take my clothes off, you perv.” You changed the subject, trying to steer away from your contradiction and managing to make his eyes grow wide.

He rubbed his nose, attempting to conceal his flushed face. “What? You just admitted your ankle is still messed up.”

“I was lying— and don’t try to avoid the last thing I just said.”

“You’re avoiding what I just said, too.”

You groaned, but a giggle still slipped through your lips. “Miles… stop being such a smart-ass, okay? You always do this to me.”

You thought the conversation had ended there as you both silently stared up at the crescent moon, sadly no little boy fishing on it, but ethereal nonetheless. You sensed him turn his head, though, and began to wonder what ran through his beautiful brain. “How was it that you broke your ankle again, though?” You had to restrain yourself from jumping into the pool.

“Miles.”

“I forgot.” He batted his lashes innocently, although there was nothing innocent in how his mouth twitched.

Your stare was hard. “No, you did not.”

“I just can’t remember, I think I need you to tell me again to remember.”

“I’ve done that for the past two months.”

“Y/N…” He pouted— his large brown orbs, where the reflection of the hanging fairy lights swam, staring back at you with a gentleness that never failed to make your knees wobble. You were grateful you were sitting down at that moment.

You glared at him, laughing dryly and pointing a knowing finger at him. “You’re doing that thing. Stop that.”

“Doing what?”

“The eyes, you’re—” The jerk made all the contents in your stomach scream louder with a confused tilt of his head and you looked heavenward, frustratingly pulling at your hair. You gave in. “I was studying for our history exam.”

He nodded comprehensively, an interested but mocking hand stroking chin. “Aha.”

You dragged your fingers down your cheeks, dreading having to repeat the words once again; you guessed that’s what your parents felt like when you would ask them to read you the same book to bed every night back when you were little. “I was really tired, almost dozing off, and the fact that I had my blanket wrapped around me like the true human burrito I truly am wasn’t helping at all.” You stopped, hopeful that perhaps you wouldn’t need to continue, but he urged you to do so and you let out a heavy sigh. “Then I saw… a spider crawling up my hand, though.”

“Mhm…” He was struggling to hold himself back from spitting everywhere if he burst with laughter right there and then, most likely waiting for the best part to arrive so he could release all his tears. That was what he always did, after all.

“And you know the rest,” You almost got on your feet, ready to escape until he brought your bum back to the ground by tugging your arm. He trapped you against his chest, his limbs wrapped around you as if you were his personal life-sized teddy bear. “Dear God…”

“I don’t know rest.” He muttered into your hair. You made a disgusted noise at how he snuggled into you, but in reality, you didn’t even try to move away; you’d stay there forever, even if your previously broken ankle was uncomfortably twisted and aching since you were sitting on it.

“I’ve told you this story like a million times.”

“Well, I want to hear it again!”

“Goddammit, alright,” You slid your foot away from underneath your bottom, deciding it’d be best to take away its short-lived title of a chair. “I saw the spider and I panicked.”

“You panicked…”

“I panicked. I jolted awake screaming, jumped off my chair, and—” He was already wheezing and that’s when your grumpy self cracked as well, letting out a short laugh. “A-and my foot got tangled in my blanket, so I fell on my face, twisting and breaking my ankle.”

Miles screamed, unwrapping his arms from you and fell backwards, holding his stomach with one hand while the other slapped the freshly cut grass. No matter how many times you recounted the tragedy, he consistently reacted as if it were the first time hearing the story and top humor from the comedy gods. It took him an entire minute for his laughter to die down, his fists coming up to rub his teary eyes as he panted. He dropped his arms by his sides, looking prepared to start making snow angels at any second as he stared up at you with a lazy beam. “Good ab workout you had there?” You asked.

“I don’t need to work out. I’m Spider-Man.” He declared proudly, placing his hands under his head. You snorted.

“One day you’re gonna expose yourself if you continue reminding me that every five seconds, I swear to God.” You were clueless, however, that it wasn’t just excitement and pleasure for being the acclaimed, one and only web-crawler; but rather, he hoped that it would impress you— that your chest would swell with pride whenever you saw him in the news, swinging through the city, trying his best while doing small yet enormous deeds to care for it. The boy was clueless as well, though, that your heart did indeed admire him Spider-Man or not, and its thrumming solely at the sight of his smile and that small dimple in his right cheek would never come to an end. There it was again: your fingers twitching as he peacefully laid on the grass, humming the song that played inside at the party, unaware of how hard it resulted for you to catch your breath. You acted before thinking, grabbing his hand and leaning over his resting body the reach his other hand too. He quirked a brow, seeing as you weren’t one to be affectionate most of the time; it was him who initiated everything (his many weekly heart attacks loathed you for that): hugs, kisses, even hand holding— it was ridiculous. But you bit your lip, having that same knowledge in your mind as well, forcing yourself to remain where you were and not run far away, out of the state. It was your chance: the scenery was perfect— the pool, the serenity, the clear night sky and its countless freckles of stars and planets— it was a damn party; an ideal teenage movie, like the ones you two loved to watch once in a while because they never failed to entertain, either in the way that it wasn’t intended to do so, or because they were simply Miles’ guilty pleasure— and you would gladly watch every single one of them with him, since who said you don’t have to see a good rom-com movie at least every two months to live healthily?

“…What?” He asked when you sat there for too long, the color draining out of your face.

“I… looo… ike you.” Coward, you thought as you nervously smiled down at him. “Let’s dip our feet in the pool!” You blurted out, quickly crawling over to the edge of the swimming pool, quite literally running away from your feelings.

Miles’ entire body trembled, but he opted to ignore it and he gulped as he followed you closely, taking off his sneakers and socks before slowly lowering his foot to test the water. His big toe barely touched it when he flinched and shrieked, jerking his leg up. “It’s colder than the North Pole, no shit there isn’t anyone out here!” You chuckled at him, flinging your footwear somewhere behind you.

“You’re just weak, man. Look—” You smugly grinned. You didn’t pause to thoroughly consider your decision, shoving both of your legs into the pool. Your smirk transformed into an uncomfortable grimace and you glared at him, his entertained face now having a sly smile plastered on it. “No problem at all.” You said through gritted teeth, your wailing skin submerged underwater not enough to overpower the stubbornness in you.

“You sure?”

“Of course. Very.” He could see your soul leaving your body as you maintained your gaze on your feet and wiggling your toes to bring some sort of warmth to them.

He huffed, his forehead wrinkled. “Okay, Y/N, I get it, no need to get hypothermia just to prove me wrong—”

“What do you mean? I’m enjoying myself,” You dismissed him with a wave of your hand and an odd surge of confidence engulfed you, kicking you out of your body’s driver’s seat.

Being headstrong was a hell of a hazard for your safety sometimes; and right now, as you took your legs out and Miles started to giggle at what he thought was your defeat, until you began to unbutton your pants, jumping on one foot as you tried to wiggle your other limb out of your jeans, was a great example of just that. “Y-Y/N? What… what are you doing?” His voice’s pitch sounded higher and quieter than normal. The thoughts in the back of your head were just many question and exclamation marks while you carried on to discard your shirt; and he muttered something in Spanish under his breath, panicking and drifting his gaze down to the ground, afraid that he was trespassing your comfort zone.

“I’m going for a swim,” You announced casually, throwing your shirt at him. He caught it effortlessly with one hand, his large eyes too engaged in the piece of clothing to notice you crouching down in front of him to grab his free hand. “C’mon, wanna jump with me?”

Why was his head running a mile (hah, he thought, mile) a minute? He had a speck of hope that you hadn’t noticed his clammy hands, but oh, you definitely had. And you were ready to gently tease him for it— he could insist he had no struggles, but the last time he’d been as nervous was when he asked if you wanted to be a thing. However, as you attempted to let go of Miles to pinch his cheek like a grandma, you ended up lifting his hand, his fingers latched onto the palm of your hand. You stared at it and then up at the boy dumbfounded, shaking your extremity. “Wha…What is this? What… what are you doing?”

“I-I thought this would never happen again—”

“Happen again?! What do you mean happen again?” You questioned loudly, holding his arm still by his wrist, then yanking your fist away from him, which only resulted in you crying out from the pain of his fingertips pulling at your skin.

“Be careful! Don’t want to, like, peel your skin off or something—”

“Peel my skin off?!”

“Not that it’s gonna happen! I think,” He immediately corrected himself, raising his other hand— that your shirt hung from— defensively. You whined, surveying your surroundings to make sure no one was witnessing or recording this: you wearing nothing but your underwear, freaking out about you and Miles’ stuck hands. “Okay, this worked last time!”

You stopped tugging, opening your mouth to ask him to reveal his solution, but the boy simply closed his eyes and began to softly sing to himself, his eyebrows snapping together. He rendered you speechless— was that his idea? Singing as you sat there, regretting every life choice you’d made to get to this point of your life? You didn’t get the opportunity to lash out at him, though, because all of a sudden, you heard voices in the distance. You jumped to your feet like a scared cat who just saw a pickle, hauling a yelping Miles across the floor. “Get up!” You hissed, helping him stand up before running to hide behind the storage shed.

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You’re The Cutest

Summary:Peter just loves when you wear his clothes

“Is that my shirt” -#13 for @starksparker Summer Writing Challenge

“Shit.Shitshitshit”You quickly ran around your room trying to find a clean shirt and any type of bottoms.You didn’t care.You were about an hour late to school and the only reason you woke up was because your boyfriend had been blowing up your phone with texts and calls.Five missed calls and forty-five text messages to be exact.You didn’t tell him you were missing school,which you normally did so he was probably freaking out

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what to do when everything’s a mess

Wash your hair. Don’t worry about all those articles online about the best haircare products of 2019 and whatnot, get in, wash it like you usually do, get out. Leave it to air dry, it’s less work for you.

Brush your teeth. Even if you brushed them this morning and are probably going to brush it tonight, do it anyway. Especially if it’s exam time, all that tea or coffee you’re most likely downing (props to you if you only study with water) probably makes them feel kind of gross.

I know most of these lists tell you to run a bath, but let’s face it, for those of you who even have a bath in the first place, the thought of filling that tub and sitting there in complete silence for a couple hours seems like a trek. And ironically exhausting. So instead, just brush your hair, take a nap (set a nice soothing alarm) and once you’ve gotten out of bed, wash your face or at least splash cold water on your face.

CLEAN clean clean clean CLEAN. Easier said than done, but at least start by clearing one messy component of your area; it could be your floor, your desk or your bed. You don’t need to clean and re-organise your entire room marie condo-style for you to actually have a reason to take the time to clean in the first place. A little goes a long way, and you don’t ALWAYS need to do the hard yards ya know.

I would say read a book, but sometimes your brain is melting or buzzing so it can’t really focus on anything lengthy. So instead, find someone reciting a poem online, and just listen to it. I recommend Jeremy Irons and his voicing of tons of T.S Eliot poetry, or Allen Ginsberg reciting his own poetry (Howl is a classic).

If you’re one of those people who drowns their sorrows by listening to music, don’t listen to music!! Don’t reinforce your pain!! So to that I say, listen to a podcast. If the classic podcast genre of true crime is a little too stressful and you’ve already cried twice today, listen to interviews with actors, screenwriters and directors. It can be really refreshing to listen to people you already enjoy the content of talk about their work. I recommend Awards Chatter and Happy Sad Confused.

Stop staring at screens! Just physically sit outside for a bit, you don’t need to go for a jog or do a general workout, just…sit. People-watch, try and memorise the exact scene in front of you, from the mis-en-scene to all the colours and sounds and the way the sunlight feels on your eyelashes. Write it down if you want to, you could even denote a single notebook to your little outdoor descriptions. Or just write on a napkin. To each their own.

Have you eaten today? And I mean something hearty, something that isn’t primarily made out of air and salt. Something that falls under the umbrella of snack does not count; meal is more like it. If not, eat. Preparing food might feel exhausting, but so’s going a relatively long amount of time without something nutritionally substantial.

If you’re feeling emotionally heavily, get out a notebook or even just a scrap of paper, a pen and cry until your eyes are as blurry as can be. With tears down your cheeks, scribble out how you’re feeling. Don’t bother with how neat or messy it is, whether the sentences even stay on the lines, it’s not about being aesthetic. In fact, it’s about being as messy as possible. Let all of it out, and let is act as a physical manifestation of what’s going on in your head. Don’t fight it or deny it, relieve yourself by both constructing and understanding yourself. 

Can someone give me some good pricefield or catradora fanfics? Im so bored and i never really Read fanfics so i was like i wanna try to Read some but im a very picky person lol.

Marvel MCU MasterList!

It’ll be updated regularly!

Characters!

All Avengers:

Refusal

Ironman:

Tony Stark:

A Bad Feeling

Enhanced In Your Mind

The Feeling Of Death (IW spoilers) 

The One You Love (IW spoilers) (platonic)

Captain America:

Steve Rogers:

Undercover

Nothing I Can Do (IW spoilers)

Time and Time Again (IW spoilers)

See You (IW spoilers)

Blinding (IW spoilers)

James (Bucky) Barnes:

Wasn’t A Choice (½)

Wasn’t A Choice (2/2)

These Three Moments (1/3)

These Three Moments (2/3)

These Three Moments (3/3)

Ashes (IW spoilers)

Sharp (IW spoilers)

Kiddo (IW spoilers)

New (IW spoilers)

Just As You Were (IW spoilers)

The Light (IW spoilers)

One Thing (soulmate au)

Didn’t Have To Be You (IW spoilers)

The Hardest Day (soulmate/modern au)

Black Panther:

Black Panther/T’Challa:

Bow Down

Good Bye

A Sea

Normally

Just Stay

Challenger

Temper

You Two?

Back Again?

Erik Killmonger

Conquer

Ambitions

My King (½)

My King (2/2)

Didn’t Matter

One Thing

You Know (modern au)

He Was Wrong

T’Challa and Erik Killmonger

Choice

Everett Ross:

Worth It

The Day (soulmate au)

Confessions

Special Treatment

Stubborn

Clint Barton: 

Friendly Competition

Spider-Man:

Tom Holland!Spider-Man/Peter Parker:

Spidey Senses

Where Is He?

Homecoming… With Me?

Damsel in the Street’s

Birthday Surprise

Did You Just…?

Troubling Nightmares

Letter of Confession

Don’t Do This

The List

Cabin In The Woods

Awkwardly Shy

No Idea (IW spoilers)

Vanish (IW spoilers)

Reality (IW spoilers)

Home Now (IW spoilers)

One by One (IW spoilers)

Through Thick and Thin (IW spoilers) (platonic)

Then (IW spoilers) (soulmate au)

Owe Them

Huge

Am I Suppose To Be?

Out Of My Freaking Mind

Controlled

That One Time

Zendaya!Michelle/MJ:

Is That Peter?

Andrew Garfield!Spider-Man/Peter Parker:

You Shouldn’t Have

I Thought You Were A “Badass”

Guardians of The Galaxy

Peter Quill:

Amuse Me, Star-Lord

I Just Didn’t…

Revealing The Truth

Feel Better (IW spoilers)

Thor:

Thor Odinson:

I Will Marry Her

Are You Thor?

Everything’s Gone

Good Morning!

Unresponsive

Arranged Marriage 

Late

Misunderstanding

For You

Need

A Little Bit Longer

Only Fair

Lost My Mind

Kicking Ass (IW spoilers)

Calm (IW spoilers)

Little (IW spoilers)

Just Cold (IW spoilers)

We Will (IW spoilers)

Relieved (IW spoilers)

Vulnerable (IW spoilers)

Faith (IW spoilers)

I Just Stabbed You! (IW spoilers)

Why? (IW spoilers)

Awake (IW spoilers)

Know You (IW spoilers)

Bound To Sacrifice

Flirting

Don’t You Worry

Loki Laufeyson:

Sweet Illusions

Colour in the Darkness (add on to Sweet Illusions)

A Bargaining Chip

Hidden

Brother’s Feud

Yay (soumate au)

Death (soulmate au)

One Word

A Date?

A Picture? (½)

A Picture? (2/2)

With Your Heart On Your Sleeve

Never Again - Memories of the Present (1/3)

Never Again - Memories of the Past (2/3)

Never Again - Memories of the Future (3/3)

Dominated

Terror (IW spoilers)

Burned Out (IW spoilers)

Cruel (IW spoilers)

Return (IW spoilers)

I Thought (IW spoilers)

Without A Doubt (slight au)

Watch You Die (IW spoilers)

Comfort (IW spoilers)

Mourn (IW spoilers)

Slightest

Fool

Just A Little

Prefer Your Company

Thor and Loki:

Banter

Dr. Strange

Stephen Strange:

Confidence

Existence

Odd

Ruined

I Understand (IW spoilers)

The Cloak

TV Shows!

The Punisher:

One Night

Ruthless

Actors!

Tom Holland:

Subtle

Waiting

May I Have This Dance?

Supportive Girlfriend

Unfortunate Events

Tom… You Fool

What About Me?

Payback

Tom Hiddleston:

Always Busy

Sebastian Stan:

E!

Would Includes:

James (Bucky) Barnes:

Bucky Barnes Dating a Shy Reader

Peter Parker:

Peter Parker Having A Crush On A Shy Reader

Headcanons:

RECENTLY UPDATED: 07/10/2018

Exercise Fic Recs 20

I have done 20 (?!?!?) of these recs so far, holy moly!  I think what I’m going to start doing is after every 10 rec posts, I’ll do some specialty recs.  After I rec everything I read this week, I’ll rec some podcasts that I enjoy (I LOVE PODCASTS, OMG).

Kind Truths by Mawiiish  (Superbat, complete.  Clark is Bruce’s plus one to a gala and has to deal with his ~feelings~ about Bruce.  Featuring protective Clark.  Very soft, very cute fic <3)

(one more and then) I’ll say goodbye by immolationfox  (Bruharvy, complete.  A take on how Battinson and Harvey Dent get together in The Batman (2022) verse.)

Stranger than Fiction by foxy_mulder  (Batfam, complete.  Little Timmy writes self insert fanfic about the Batfam.  Shenanigans ensue.  SO FUNNY, GIVE IT A READ.)

Masking by BombusBombus  (Superbat, complete.  A reread for me.  A fic about neurodivergent Bruce and Clark, the masks they wear for their personas, and how they come to love the real people beneath them.  Featuring the best scene discussing relationship goals and expectations.)

borderline by TheResurrectionist  (Batfam, wip.  An update to the batfam hivemind fic.  I am in love with this whole fic and always do a happy dance when it updates.)

Patchwork Pod by Kikat9  (Superbat, wip.  MERMAID AU!!  Bruce is a mermaid with no pod and Clark is the fisherman that befriends him.)

Story of the Century by navaan  (Superbat, complete.  Lois and Jimmy catch Superman and Batman kissing and get photographic evidence of it!  What do they do now?!?)

Stay by navaan  (Superbat, complete.  Clark won’t stay the night and Bruce wants to figure out why.)

Homecoming by Sparkypants  (Batfam, complete.  A look at Jason and Bruce’s relationship throughout the years.  Angst, but with a happy ending!!)

And now for some podcasts!!

Behind the Bastards.  Everything you didn’t know about the worst people in history.  I love the host, Robert Evans.  He used to work at Cracked and has done reporting for Bellingcat. 

Qanon Anonymous.  A deep dive into the cult/conspiracy of Qanon and the other conspiracies that tie into it.  If you really like this podcast, they also have a patreon with some additional content and side podcasts.  One of the short, side podcasts that they are working on is called Manclan, which takes a closer look at online masculinity influencers.  That one is FACINATING to listen too.  And kinda sad.    

Lions Led By Donkeys.  A military history podcast that goes into the worst fuck ups done by militaries.  Be warned, some of the topics they get into can be pretty heavy, so look at the episode summaries for warnings before you listen to them.    

Welcome to Night Vale.  Different from the others I’ve recced, lol.  Incase you have never heard of WTNV on this hellsite, it’s a fictional podcast that takes place in the mysterious town of Night Vale, where all the conspiracy theories go to live.  Each episode is a radio broadcast, and your host is Cecil Palmer.  I also like to describe it as if NPR and The Twilight Zone got together and had a very queer baby.   

Whenever I get my latte and croissant, I also get a breakfast sandwich, but I never picture it.  UNTIL NOW.  It’s a veggie breakfast sandwich with an egg that always has a gooey yolk.  DELICIOUS.

They also had PRIDE DONUTS for Pride Month!  I had to get one for a snack after my walk:

A red-winged blackbird.  He lost his keys and can’t find them :(

Canadian goose!

Big stretch

The babies have entered their so ugly they’re cute stage:

Green heron.  I love how you can see their reflection:

Grackle with some nest building materials:

A robin!  They caught their breakfast:

Blue heron!

Close up:

THEY SPOTTED ME:

A robin again.  They were singing at me, so I had to take a picture:

It was rainy and cool today at the arboretum, which was nice because the past week was hot here.  Didn’t see as many birds, but the scenery was still lovely to look at.  I can’t get over how pretty the water lilies are at the arboretum:

A cool close up of a flower!  you can really see the raindrops on it:

Another close up of some flowers.  I really like the color and pattern on this one!

Waterfalls, my favorite :)

A neat iris with some raindrops:

On to the birds!  A Carolina Wren:

LOOK AT THIS COOL BUG:

Indigo Bunting:

Eastern Bluebird!  He’s so handsome:

Omg, I love this Cardinal’s face:

I love chickadees, they are so tiny and adorable:

Another waterfall (because I’m weeeeeeak):

There are two birds here!  The top one is an eastern bluebird, but I’m not sure what the one on the bottom would be.  Some kind of flycatcher?

An indigo bunting looking off into the distance:

Froggy!

There is a bird in this tree, can you see them?

Need a hint?  They’re right here:

It’s a ruby-throated hummingbird!  This is the third time I’ve found this guy here!  He must like to be tall, or something:

A chipping sparrow:

There are also some really neat koi (I think?) in the pond at the arboretum.  They’re so big!!

Pretty flowers again to finish this off:

Teehee, bee butt:

🌌 A Quick Spell to Calm Anxiety 💜

Two parts witchcraft, one part psychosomatic exercise.

1) Touch the tips of your thumbs together, and don’t let them come apart.

2) Close your eyes for three seconds. While they’re closed, say (or mouth, or think): “I am steady.” 

3) Take a deep inhale, as deep as you can. 

4) Exhale slowly while repeating the phrase: “Does not matter. Need not be.” Keep repeating it until you are completely and entirely out of breath.

5) Keep breathing in and out, repeating: “Does not matter. Need not be.” Repeat this process as many times as necessary. Try to exhale for twice as long as you inhaled. This is very important.

6) Once you feel the tension inside you fade, close your eyes again and say (or mouth, or think): “I am steady.” 

7) When you believe it, allow your thumbs to come apart.

Brightest blessings, and best of luck 🕉

━ 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓É

TO STEAM A LATTÉ by shipstiel | 1/1 chapters

RATINGS && TAGS: Teen and Up Audiences // alternate setting — modern setting + coffeeshop AU + college AU + fluff + denial!lance

SUMMARY

Lance works at a coffee shop and he likes his job. That is, until his new coworker arrives: actual human nightmare Keith Kogane.

(And if anyone asks Lance whether he’s attracted to said coworker, well that’s between him and his own fantasies, thank you very much).

OR: Lance and Keith fight constantly and honestly, Lance just really wants to punch Keith. Or make out with him aggressively. Whichever comes first.

EXCERPT

“I already told you, I can’t do mondays, and I’m not rearranging my entire schedule so that you can avoid the guy that you say you hate, but you actually have a huge gay crush on.”

Lance looks at them with a betrayed gasp.

“See? You can’t even deny it.”

“Keith’s hotness has nothing to do with this.”

MY COMMENTS

Jesus Christ, Lance can be dense at times, but it worked out for him so I guess I can’t criticize his technique too much. The entire fic is just so full of tension and the resolution was, well, interesting. It isn’t the longest fic, but holy shit, the tension was there. The build up was amazing and the sexual tension is so thick that it radiated off the screen and into the air all around me and even then i could cut it with a knife.

pls consider reading

i’ve been beating myself up over this and stuff a lot but i just,,,, im having a bad situation in my life rn. there’s a buttload of issues going on for me, all progressively getting worse, but my number one problem rn is: my laptop.

my laptop is quite literally falling apart. i cant close it all the way and if i try to, i’ll break it - i turn it off every night and just have it sloppily closed so that my battery doesnt overheat. it’s literally falling apart and this morning, it shifted around like it was going to break off - like, seriously, it’s falling apart.

[*not pictured - the snapping / cracking noise it keeps making as i adjust it even slightly]

i have no money and i cannot work due to both mental and health reasons - i had to quit my last job due to the fact that it stressed me out so much, i had panic attacks and was overstimulated every day, and my health has been progressively getting worse and working would be a risk for me.

my mother is widowed and we lost our health coverage when my father passed away two years ago suddenly; i can’t afford to go to the doctor for my health problems w/ out spending an arm and a leg, and my mom already has to pay for my older sisters health concerns and my younger sisters medication - she genuinely cannot afford for me to go to the doctor to get tested for my own health problems [i need to be tested for diabetes bc i genuinely, most likely have it and my fatigue has slowly gotten worse over time]

all i need right now is just,,,, something extra for a laptop. i have no money, until my health gets checked out / i get treated i cant work, and i’m sacrificing college and wont go until i get help w/ all of this

even if u cant donate i totally get it, but a reblog would also be nice dklfds

thank u again and im sorry for the inconvenience of this all, heres my cash.me:

cash.me: https://cash.me/$darkstripe 

[this is my preferred payment method; once i figure out paypal i’ll put a link to it]

thank u in advance!!!