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Ok I’m not usually that active in the avengers fandom but I just heard that Marvel wanted Hailee Steinfeld to be Kate Bishop and like????? as the biggest goddamn archery lesbian on the face of this earth I think I may combust??? She is like 82% of the reason I am gay and it’s showing.
I’m sick of being broke. I want fluffy towels. I want cool T-shirt’s. I want pretty dresses. I wish I could wear something different than everyone else, I don’t want to look like everyone else. I want to have bough money to buy lipgloss or a Frappuccino without thought. I want a horde of toki dokis in my arms. I want statues and collectibles. I want hardcover editions of my favorite books. I want to afford being a issue by issue comic fan. I want to buy pins off Etsy.
I want to buy video games and dlc. To buy as many books as I want. I want to have food without a worry about how long it’ll last to my next paycheck. But no. I have to save, save, save, to pay for books for stupid classes I don’t want to take but are required to get my degree so I don’t have to work retail.
I have to save in order to pay for my meds because health care in this country is a joke. Oh, and pay out of pocket because my insurance doesn’t cover behavioral assessments.
This whole summer I bought myself an eight dollar my little pony for nostalgia, a 14 dollar kuchi kopi, and bought a single twenty dollar book.
I hate UA’s slogan. Plus Ultra? PLUS FUCKING ULTRA?!??
What’s Plus Ultra about filling literal CHILDREN’S heads with the illusion that going beyond your limits is a good thing?!
Sure, anime logic and all, but these are kids who are in life threatening situations are always chanting this shit like it’ll be fine if they go beyond their limitations. That’s all fine and dandy until they’re fighting Overhaul and charging at him like passing your limits will do anything.
The damn motto is encouraging these children to make dumbass decisions that’ll get them killed.
But hey, fuck that cuz plot armor.
People are celebrating the death of tumblr live
But
Like
I never had it 🧍
Didn't even know it existed until after people were rioting lmaoo
Why is almost all of the bnha transgender content on AO3 just smut? I’m on my period and I just want to curl up in bed and read cute fanfiction I can relate to so I can distract myself from the dysphoria :(
im very upset i found something i want and i CANT BUY IT (as USUAL UGH)
in fucking Tears thinking about how disgusting a baby griffin would look
So little words yet all the right ones
You always did know how to please me
You distance due to the hurt you have caused, but I want the hurt
I want your hurt again
I would do so much to see you
To hear you voice, see your face
You don't need me anymore, however
We all drift away at some point
I just hope we find our way back to how we were
not gonna say it… KEEP THE INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS TO YOURSELF MYTH! MYTH DON’T YOU FLIPPING SAY IT!
I swear I'm trying to change whatever's wrong with me.
It gets hard when the happier I am the less ok I feel.
When the more I let myself hug my friends the more being touched makes me want to hurl.
The more I care about everyone else, the less I care about myself.
The less I let them hate themselves the more I hate myself.
I try to work outside in but It feels more like turning myself inside out.
Why is it so hard for me to like myself half as much as I love everyone else?
Why is it so difficult to care about myself yet so easy to take care of everyone else?
Why do I feel like I'm giving myself away
Why do I feel like they hate me
Why do I feel so hopeless
Why do I feel so lost
Why can't I feel anything...?
Please, for the love of god, let me smile and breathe at the same time
Let me actually feel all those emotions I was promised
Someone make me less selfish.
Please forgive me, I am a twitter veteran who fled the site last week. Tumblr posting is a bit of a learning curve!
October Moon
summary: Janet had stolen Amelia's chosen vessel. Mina had been killed a second time which had meant there'd been a space to fill. as a result, Mr. Martin had been tasked with carrying out Amelia's mission to complete her set before time had run out. unfortunately, Amelia hadn't taken into consideration that the ghosts had been their own people, with minds of their own, moving to their own rhythms.
pairing: Wally Clark x fem!reader
warnings: smutty smut smut. mad spoilers. and obvious Canon divergence. very involved, very dense plot.
bon reading, frens
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OCTOBER MOON pt.5
It was difficult to manipulate the living as a ghost. It took time, patience, a remarkable amount of foresight. Early on, Amelia had taught Mr. Martin what strings to pull, what seeds to plant, how to displace and harness the aura of a living person to influence their emotions and behaviors. Needless to say, it was a strenuous task and results often took months if not decades to come to fruition. So many moving parts, so many things out of his control.
The trick was to isolate the person. The more lonely, the more depressed, the easier it was to mold their aura into something Mr. Martin could use. Which was why, if things needed to be done quickly, he'd choose someone whose spirit was already broken.
That being said, he hadn't chosen the person Amelia had decided to replace Mina with. And there weren't enough hours in the day that he and they shared space when he could sew threads of hurt and betrayal through their aura.
This wasn't going to work and he knew it. But he couldn't argue with Amelia. Especially now, when they were so far past the deadline and time was running out. She was restless, furious, desperate. She could tell someone was too close to discovering her, no longer under her thrall, and she needed to vanish which she couldn't do without a new vessel. Without hers and Mr. Martin's.
This wasn't going to work. And he prepared to do his part anyway. Another ghost would be among them soon and it was his obligation, his duty, to get to them before they understood what had happened to them. Keep them close. Keep them in line. Keep them looped. He couldn't afford another sentient ghost to oversee when his Group had begun to lose their way. Their influence would be damning.
"If they accept, Everett, if they look back and surrender, everything ends."
This wasn't going to work. But, silencing his conscience, Mr. Martin prayed it would.
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You and Wally had spent the remainder of the dance tangled together on the makeshift bed in the greenhouse. It had been surreal in substantial part due to the revelation of how you and he were connected. Bigger and more profound than a soul-tie. You were a fated pair. The rarest of couplings formed within the heart of Awen—the universe, the force that birthed and connected all things. A love story destined to be lived in life, death, and beyond.
Neither you nor he felt the need to discuss it, the truth settled into the fabric of your soul and his as if it had always been there.
When you'd finally emerged from the greenhouse, hair mussed and dressed wrinkled, you were lighter than you'd been in years. Free. Happy. Loved. It made you giddy, a skip in your step as Wally took your hand to walk to back to Xavier's truck. You had to collect Hana and Eli, and load the instruments into the truck bed to return to Hana and Lucas' garage.
Before Wally lifted you onto the tailgate, he kissed you, slow and deep and sensual, licked into your mouth and made you whimper when he dragged your bottom lip through his teeth. You crept back into your body, emerging from beneath the thick blankets with staticky hair and flushed cheeks. You could feel the chill in the air again and were thankful that you'd layered several blankets above and below you to keep your body toasty while your ghost had spent the night with Wally. In fact, you were a bit overheated, the chill welcome on your skin as you climbed out of the truck bed.
You got behind the wheel, Wally folding into the passenger's seat, and started the ignition, backing up easily since the parking lot was practically deserted at the late hour. You were going to drive to the front where Principal Hartman had instructed you and the others to load the instruments, but Wally waved that off.
"Go around to the side entrance, baby, it'll be easier."
"I think it's locked," You said, trying to recall what Mr. Hartman's reasoning had been as to why you and the others couldn't use it.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Wally give you a significant look, "Good thing you have a dead boyfriend who can open it for you."
Which, fair. Your abilities allowed you to bring together physical manifestations from both the world of the living and the dead. If Wally unlocked door for you in the world of the dead, you'd be able to open it in the world of the living.
Your heart fluttered when he used the word 'boyfriend', cheeks pinking sweetly. You liked how that sounded. So, respecting your boyfriend's suggestion, you pulled around to the side of the school and parked close to the wall just ahead of the door. Wally got out and told you he'd be back in a minute, citing that he'd needed to retrieve the key from Mr. South's office.
"Why?" You asked, frowning. "You're a ghost, you can just open the door if you want to."
Wally shook his head, "Nah, baby. If it's locked on your side, it's locked on ours."
That...didn't sound right. You'd seen Grandpa John flounce through many a locked door in the house and elsewhere. He'd even once raided Ginny's padlocked liquor cabinet (Andrew had been a rebellious teenager and she'd never trusted her nephew around her booze again despite his being a teetotaler since university). Ghosts didn't have to adhere to the same laws as living people. It didn't make sense.
Regardless, you didn't feel it was the right time to kick that hornet's nest. It was late, you were tired, and Hana and Eli were relying on you to drive them home. Thus, you diligently waited in the truck until you heard the metal clack of the door being pushed open. Wally grinned at you, stood back and let you enter, smacking your ass playfully as you walked by.
"I'm gonna go find Maddie." He'd seen her on his way to the basement, apparently, and she'd looked like she'd needed the company. "I'll be back before you leave." One last kiss and off he went, strutting down the hall to where he must've last seen Maddie.
You entered the gym, waved to Simon as he sat popping balloons. Hana and Eli stood beside the disassembled drum kit, chatting, and were relieved to finally see you when you approached them.
"I seriously thought you left already," Hana bemoaned, shouldering Lucas' bass and grabbing her keyboard. "I was going to kill you."
"Not today, Satan," You joked back as you gathered your guitar and Xavier's. "I parked at the side entrance, so we don't have far to go."
Eli looked surprised, "I thought it was gonna be locked, no? That's what Hartman said, isn't it?" He glanced at Hana for confirmation.
Hana made a face—the shits I give—and said, "If it's faster, I don't care."
Between the three of you, you were able to carry enough that you'd only need to make one more trip in and out. You didn't even see Principal Hartman in the gym, so you felt confident that he'd never discover you'd broken a rule. As you trudged under the weight of the instruments, you saw Maddie and Wally strolling toward the gym, Maddie appearing lost in thought and Wally silently dependable at her side, there if she wanted to talk.
He shot you a charming smile and a wink as you walked across the hallway intersection and you blew him a kiss behind Hana and Eli's backs. Wally caught it with his and held it to his heart, cheesy and adorable. Beside him Maddie rolled her eyes, but her smile was sweet.
Eli held the door open for you with his foot, Hana ahead of you both, gently setting down her load and unlatching the tailgate. You shuffled into the space beside her and shifted the guitar cases off your shoulder, leaning them against the side of the truck. Behind you, Eli had deposited what he'd carried on the ground and had already disappeared to go fetch his second and final haul.
And that's when—BANG!
At first, you didn't know what'd happened; it'd been so fast. A falling shadow, the truck bed dropped—the sound of a short, sharp explosion, the ground shook—then bounced back, and dust clouded the air above the truck bed.
When it registered, Hana was already screaming.
There was a body in the truck bed, limbs akimbo, face obscured. Heart in your throat, trembling, you slowly panned up to see where the person had fallen from. Your breath caught and you froze, eyes widening in horror. Someone leaned over the edge of the roof, their gaze locking with yours. You recognized the face those eyes peered through immediately, though his features didn't sit as they should beneath the expression on his face.
Oh God.
You felt hands on your upper arms trying to tug you away from the scene, Simon's voice repeating, "Don't look, come on, come here," but he sounded distant as the ringing in your ears got louder. You released a frightened, dry whimper, almost resisting Simon's attempt to help you. Your muscles were stiff, your lower lip trembled. You couldn't breathe.
No. No.
Dave's face peeked over the edge of the roof, but it was Amelia's eyes that watched you.
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PART FOUR - PART SIX
note: much love, besties! this was short 'n' sweet, but we're quickly coming to the end 😭
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Its kinda fucked up for all the characters to go off to the Castle for some sort of secret meeting and leave Mc and Luke at home
Like
It's putting Mc on the level of a literal child, just cause they're a human, we all know the only reason Solomon is invited is cause they don't see his ancient ass as a human
Anyways the micro aggressions go wild
(man and those fanfics where LUKE goes to the meeting aswell holy shit that has me fucked up)
Ultrakill is just Robot Doom pass it on