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my bpd ass: i have literally no idea who i am

some fucko: but do any of us really know WHO we are? surely it is the deepest part of human nature to question existence, and wh-

me: thanks denise, but every time i look in a mirror i dissociate five inches to the left, i forget what my name is, and if you asked me what things i enjoy i would be UNABLE to tell you unless i had already made a list

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“Tony thinks creating an A.I. that is exactly like him with no mute button is a gift”

Invincible Iron Man vol. 3, #3 (2017)

Knitworthy

Prompt/Summary: A little something for all of my knitters out there (and crocheters)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: fluff in a knit hat

Word Count: 1347

Author’s Note:

Originally posted by 13roots

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Visited, or Visitors? (a weird college story)

So this is my own Weird College Shit story and requires some set up. I had my first year of college in 2009-10, and I spent it at a tiny school in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by farms. The nearest major city was about three hours drive away. The small town I lived in was literally built around the college. My apartment was to the east of school grounds, and my high school best friend (we’ll call her Elise) was in the dorms on the opposite side of campus.

Elise was heavily involved in the drama department. I was in the improv troupe, but my depression and social anxiety meant I was more of an outlier than a “true” drama kid at the college. (They tended to devote all their time and energy to whatever play was happening at the given time and I just… couldn’t.) As a result, while Elise was invited to every drama department-hosted get together in existence, I only found out when she asked if I wanted to go along.

It was Halloween and while most of the college students were at a huge party being held at an apartment as far from campus as possible in this Nowheresville of a town, one of the seniors in the drama department had rented out the black box theatre for the night. Dress code was 1920s and 1940s, and they’d hired a few members of the school’s junior jazz band for live music.

Elise forgot to tell me until the day of the party. As a result, while her hair and make up were perfect and she was dressed in a pretty, beaded and fringed dress from a play she’d done in junior high, along with a faux fur coat borrowed from the props department for the occasion, I had nothing era-appropriate. I ended up going in my clubbing clothes - a mini black dress, a leather jacket, skull-print stockings, and my knee-high, PVC bitch boots. (The heavy jewelry and black lipstick was just a required addition at that point.)

Please keep in mind that neither of us had anything to drink that night, so everything that happened hereafter was while we were both stone cold sober.

We arrived late, only to find we weren’t really welcome. Everyone was acting… off. (We found out later that one of Elise’s “friends” had been spreading ugly rumors about her, jealous that Elise had gotten a part for which they had both tried out.) When we approached folks to say hello, they were polite but talked over any of our attempts to join in their conversations. It was awkward and uncomfortable, and at the time we had no clue why, which was aggravating. Despite the party going to till 2 AM, the pair of us decided to call it a night after half an hour, heading back to Elise’s around 11 PM.

Despite never talking about it,  the deal whenever we went somewhere late was always that I would get Elise back to her dorm room, then call her as soon as I got to my apartment. (Neither of us had a car, and of us two I was the paranoid one who carried a knife and pepper spray, and had no problem telling people who were creeping me out to fuck off or being willing to actually dial the local police dispatch number if my instincts started screaming.)

We were walking through the middle of the deserted campus on the way to Elise’s, when we passed the bell tower. (Just to clarify, the “tower” is actually three open blocks built of bricks, the first one five-by-five across, and the same in height. Each block was progressively smaller, stacked on top of one another with four clocks set into the sides of the top block, all showing the same time.) What caught my attention was the three people sitting in the open space underneath. They seemed about our age, but I didn’t recognize any of them. Two guys and one girl, all wearing beanies, light coats, and flip flops despite the cold. (It was low-30s Fahrenheit, or 0-2° C.)

One of them had a bongo drum. He was keeping a beat, while the other two traded lines of improvised poetry.

I slowed down enough to figure out what they were saying. Elise was shivering, but I was wearing more layers than her so I didn’t feel the chill as strongly. Before I knew what I was doing, I’d plopped myself down beside the trio and pulled Elise onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her to keep her warm.

I nodded to the last person to speak - the girl. The three of them were staring at us, but eventually she repeated the last line she’d said, and I responded with a new line.

We went back and forth, from me to the girl to me to the boy, and around again. Bongo Guy started to up the speed of his beat pattern with each turn. I can’t repeat a single line from the entire time now, and only have a distant memory of feeling lightheaded and high. (A few days later when I asked Elise about it, she told me our words were about the moon and old gods and eternity vs the human life span. She said she’d been surprised and caught up in the whole thing until she didn’t care that she was freezing her ass off.)

This went on until the bell above us started to chime the time - 12 AM. I was suddenly aware of how bad Elise was trembling from the night air, and the cold I’d been ignoring came creeping up my body. I finished a pair of rhyming lines as I stood and helped Elise to her feet, then gave the trio a little bow. (I was in a traveling Shakespeare troupe in high school. You don’t finish a verse of poetry without a bow. It’s Just Not Done.) I wished them “a lovely All Hallow’s” and goodnight. They nodded and stayed seated.

I got Elise to her dorm then headed for my apartment. On the way, I passed by the bell tower again. The three people were no longer there.

No names were exchanged that night, and in the two semesters Elise and I were at the school, neither of us saw them on campus or in the town before we left the school.

My favorite part about the whole thing is that from my perspective, these three modern beatniks were strange and possibly magic. But from their point of view, what did me and Elise seem like? Two girls you don’t recognize (one wearing a flapper dress, and one looking like she just walked out of a 90s goth club) invite themselves into your poetry circle on Halloween, three days before a full moon. One of them matches you, line for line, for nearly an hour. And as soon as the clock strikes Midnight, they leave. You never see them again.

-tornthorn

Mobile Masterlist

(* Indicates my personal favorites.)
(Updated with complete works: November 5, 2017.)


‘Have I Told You?’ * - You would only ever beg for him.

‘Sleeping on the Couch’ - “I like the way you smell in the rain.” His confession startled you a bit, catching you off guard and making you laugh.

‘Tell me you see it’ - He had made you feel beautiful.

Follower Celebration Prompts:

‘Don’t Tempt Me’ - Peter was definitely ticklish.

‘Without You’ * - “I can’t do this without you.”

‘Personal Space’ - His teasing was a relatively new development and God if it didn’t leave you flustered.

Tomorrow, He Would Be’ * - I’ll die without you.

‘Saying Things’ “Or how badly I’ve wanted you like this,” and he didn’t have to explain what he meant…”

Drabbles:

‘Healing Kisses’ - Had to laugh at how ridiculous this boy was, with his careful fingers and tender heart.

‘Selfish’ - “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

‘Caught’ * - “Is this my shirt?” He was grinning at you, goofy and tired, puffy bags under twinkling eyes.

‘Sunny Words’ * - The life-vest of his arms pulled you close…

’Softly’ - And you were just breathing together; each other.

‘A Good Day’ - He did it with kind, cryptic, sugary words, sunshine lips, and rose bud blushes.

‘Starlight’* - A mask that he knew and could see through, but yet still let you keep; identity a secret until you were ready to pull it over your head.

‘A Leia to Your Han’ - You’d wanted to earn that stupid smile of his the moment it had graced his face. That was how you’d found yourself sifting through racks looking for pieces you could use to make yourself a matching set; a Leia to go with his Han.

Miscellaneous Blurbs

‘We’re There‘- Tony handing Peter things.

‘Washing the Suit‘ - “Genius.”

‘A Sweater for Spring’ *- Peter Parker looked his best when he wore that hunter green, woolen knit sweater.

‘This Old Guitar’- “Shhh, don’t laugh at me, I’m trying to play you a song.

‘This Old Blanket’ - “I wanted to bring you this, you-you know, for comfort. To help you, with your knee. It’s mine-well, is mine now. It was my uncle’s before, you know

‘The First of Many‘ - His laugh was like summer; July and blue skies

‘A Nervous Boy’ - “Well does she go to the right or the left when she hugs? I need to know. I want to be prepared.”

‘A Slip Up’ - Don’t think about why that thing is glistening, Peter. Friendly neighborhood, Spider-Man, not creepy, neighborhood perve, Parker.


Ongoing/Completed Series

It’s A Lot Like Falling

‘This is Nice’ - “It wouldn’t be the first time you broke a promise.” 15

‘Yesterday, She Was’ *- “… Do you like it?” “If we’re doing this, we’re doing it the right way.” “It’s cold, you should take my jacket.” 16/17 *

‘Courage, or Something Like It’ - “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “You’re so drunk.” “That wasn’t very subtle.”  18

‘In Which You Surprise Yourselves’ - “You’re really soft.” “You look incredible in that.” “Can I kiss you?”  18

‘If You Stayed’ - “I love your freckles.” “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, do you?” “I’d like it if you stayed.” 19/20

‘Tomorrow, He Would Be’ * - “I never want to see you again.” “I’ll die without you.” “I’m not ready to say goodbye.” “Don’t you give up on me.”  22/23 *


After All Things (A Sequel to ‘It’s A Lot Like Falling.’) (Mature Themes)

Part I - The crushing. That’s what you had come to refer to it as. It had left the Peter Parker you saw a broken and sad man; a man in desperate need of closeness. Only, it seems as though he’s forgotten how.

Part II *- After a year of careful, empty touches and words, the truth finally comes out.

Part III - But then suddenly, he was here and deciding that maybe, it was time to stop falling.

Part IV *- The deciding; three months had passed and your lips still tingled every time he decided to reaffirm that decision.

Part V * - The crushing, the falling, the deciding, the climb; in that moment, he wondered on shapes and colors and textures: what sort of feathers would that hummingbird have?

Part VI *- He was here: Peter Benjamin Parker, the man who was made of light.

After All Things: A Playlist by @jedistardust


Snapshots (Little pieces of life after all things.)

Nice Things - “I don’t think sticking our daughter to the ceiling is really much of a punishment,” tangled toffee curls twirling as a little head shook, eyes bright and happy.


What You Don’t Know - The only person you really care about in your life is your brother. That is, until a strange man with a funny smile and kind brown eyes happens into your life in the toy aisle of a department store. Even stranger still, is the way that your younger brother seems to know who this man is. Oh, and apparently he’s friends with Spider-man, too.

Part I - ‘You swore you could see the beginning of a funny smile, a smile that really wasn’t so funny, forming where his lips should be.’  22/23


Inspiring Confidence (Mature Themes)

Part I - “Oh my god, it’s not – come on – it’s – you know, that doesn’t exactly inspire confidence when you laugh at a guy like that,” his voice, sound of it now beginning to carry the notes of humor, rang out from the place you’d set the phone down by your knee.

Part II - “Did you – did you actually just send me nudes?” Looking at yourself in the mirror as you spoke, at the white of your teeth as lips stretched tight across them and eyes crinkled as you smiled…’


Head-canons

Peter Parker - 5 at random as requested

Signs and Signals - Peter likes to throw a certain sign at you before he goes running off to do his Spider-Man thing.

A Promise - Ben’s death ripped a piece of his very soul from him.

Collabs

‘A Walk Through the Stars’ - or, what happens when Universes collide. A collaborative imagine with my girl @spiderling–parker


Mood boards

Bonnie and Clyde AU with Peter - Requested by @snowpupsstuff

A Winter Date with Peter - Requested by @the-spectacular-spiderfan

Muslim Girl x Peter - Requested by anonymous


Things Unrelated to Spider-Man/Peter Parker

I Feel It Too - (A Star Wars/Reylo-esque drabble:) This time was different. This time, he initiated the bond with every intention of letting her in.

‘Can I Ask You a Question?’ - An original poem.

Marvel: Steve and Bucky? They’re just friends, totally platonic.
Me: You had Steve become more than a glorified salesman to rescue Bucky, you had him become The First Avenger™ so he could avenge Bucky’s death, Bucky broke through the brainwashing of Hydra after hearing Steve say a phrase that sounds a lot like a wedding vow, Steve literally pulled a helicopter out of the sky with his own two hands to rescue Bucky, you’ve on multiple times had parallels between the two and canon pairings, and more than once shown them willing to die for each other.
Marvel:

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Pepperony: family/kids

Totally using today’s prompt to shamelessly draw one of my favorite Pepperony children, Elliot Stark-Potts. He is the definition of that post, “Is wearing $50 foundation but also drinking orange juice straight from the carton in his boxers.”

He also took up magic to spite his dad and ended up liking it! If you call him a Strange groupie he will scream, but also he’s a Stephen Strange Groupie

They are the Sunglasses Family™

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