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fortune’s fool: peter parker II

peter parker x reader

A/N: multi-part fic based off of a twitter post which I won’t link until the end so as not to spoil anything :-) Each part can be read individually or as a series!

requested: nope

Words: 2000+

Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, mentions of drinking, mentions of death

summary: Two Empire State University students fated to meet

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2. Understanding-

21 year old Peter, 19 year old reader


She woke with her head buried in stark white sheets, a rhythmic thrumming pounding against the base of her skull as she tried to gather her thoughts. She was definitely not in her own room, but the scent that surrounded her cocooned body was a familiar one, and the easy, measured breaths that she could hear from beyond her wall of pillows was a symphony she’d learned by heart.

With a groan, she turned on her side and pushed away the pile of blankets that separated herself from her best friend’s body. His bare chest rose and fell, faint puffs of air escaping his slightly-opened mouth every so often. Soft curls fell across his peaceful face that lay smooth and unwrinkled as he slept.

This wasn’t the first time that she’d woken up in the same bed as Peter Parker. It was, however, the first time she’d found herself naked and twisted in his sheets. She couldn’t say that she was surprised. They’d been the closest of friends for over a year now, and they both knew that some sort of consummation of their friendship was inevitable.

It didn’t worry her. She knew that what had happened wasn’t serious, and therefore, that nothing about their relationship would change. She knew that Peter knew that, too.

That’s why it happened, she supposed. Because they both knew it wouldn’t ruin anything. It was bound to happen some day, anyway. Instead of worrying, she was content to lay in the peaceful silence until Peter woke up and they’d have to talk.

She breathed in the cool morning air that blew through the slightly opened window and caused the sheer white curtains to flutter. The rest of Manhattan was surely awake by now, evidenced by the honking of horns and shouting from street corners. This was what she loved most about Peter’s apartment. The building was squished between another apartment complex and a multi-level shopping center, which was all smack in the middle of the bustling city, one that she’d come to love, perhaps even more than her own home of Long Island.

His own space, however, was a simplistic haven that was just so him that she found herself spending more time at his place than her own home.

“Just move in already,” is what he’d said once on a warm morning after she’d slept over for the fourth night in a row.

“No, you’d get sick of me!” she’d laughed. He disagreed, but they never spoke about it again. Still, she continued to spend days on end flitting between his kitchen and his sofa and his bedroom, working on her own things, simply coexisting with Peter and not depending too much on his presence to get her own stuff done.

Most often, she could be found sitting on his bed with her textbooks and notes spread around her, all marked in her own code of colored highlighters as she studied or worked on homework while Peter sat at his desk, focused intently on his own work and typing away madly on his laptop, stopping only to remind her to stretch or drink some water or grab a snack. That was just Peter, though; the caring guy she’d met over a year ago who had saved her from days of hauling boxes and who still cared more than anybody else and always thought of her needs before his own.

She loved him, she guessed, but in the purest of ways. She couldn’t stand to lose him, and he felt the same way, because they both knew that the ease of their relationship was not a common thing. They never actively sought anything more from one another, believing that if something was meant to happen, it would happen. For now, they both coveted the freedom they had to see other people, and the knowledge that they still had the other to come back to and laugh about awkward dates and terrible hookups with.

“It’s easier this way,” she’d said. “I don’t want to start anything if I can’t commit my whole being to you.”

“I agree,” was his reply. ‘We both love this whole ‘young college student’ phase too much for us to really be able to give everything to one another like we deserve. Besides, as long as I’ve got you as my best friend, I couldn’t really ask for more.”

Then they’d smiled, Peter with that bright, dazzling thing that you could see from miles away, and her with something soft and shared with him, like a secret she seemed to reserve only for Peter, and then they turned back to their work which had been abandoned only minutes ago.

Sighing softly, she let her eyes trace over Peter’s still-sleeping figure. She wished, sometimes, that they’d met ten years later, when she knew who she was and what she wanted, and she’d be able to love him fully like he deserved. She still wasn’t expecting more from him, but she think it might have been better, knowing their intentions from the beginning.

She didn’t know, though, if he’d be her same Peter. His “after school hobby”, as he’d called it, wasn’t easy on him. She’d seen how much it changed him, even within the short year that they’d known each other. He was more quiet, more self aware. He’d seen horrors and faced death, and there was no one who really understood it, that he was still a kid that had to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

She did her best to listen when he needed her to, when days were dark and he just needed to get things off his chest. He’d told her about Liz and the Vulture and the homecoming night that happened so long ago that changed him forever. He told her about the innocent people that he could’ve, would’ve, should’ve saved, but let their lives slip through his fingers, and how each one weighed heavily on him, every one of them a cold, unbeating heart that couldn’t speak the words of condemnation that he knew they should. He told her about his visits to the graveyards around his city where he stood before their graves and cried tears that he didn’t deserve to cry and apologized profusely, knowing that his words would do nothing to bring them back.

And she would listen. She would let him cry onto her shoulder while she ran soothing fingers through tangled, sweat soaked curls, easing that beautiful mind in its state of turmoil. And then he would push his face deep into her chest while she cradled his head and pressed soft kisses to his hairline while his body racked with sobs.

Who would he be without her? He couldn’t be like this with Ned, couldn’t confide in him like he did with her. MJ would tell him to take his feelings out on the punching bag that hung in the back room of his apartment. He couldn’t even begin to talk to May about it in fear of worrying her half to death. She knew that. She knew everything. And so she became his rock, his unmovable force that he knew would always, always be there for him.

If she wasn’t though? Who would he confide in? Who would ease his pain and help him carry his burden? If it had been ten years later, who knew that he’d even be alive? That there was even a possibility of them meeting at all?

He’d certainly be different. Not the same shining light that she’d come to know so well. Knowing him, he’d let him get lost in his selflessness, his need to be a hero, and push himself further and further into this other version of himself. She didn’t ever want to meet this version of Peter, and so she fought to keep him Peter and not just Spider-Man.

So far, she thinks she’s doing alright. He’s still paranoid at times, always checking over his shoulder, wrapping a protective arm around her waist when they’re out late, but he’s also trying, she knows. He visits Aunt May every weekend, takes a trip to Uncle Ben’s grave once a month, hangs out with his friends regularly. She thinks he’s doing great, all things considered.

Peter began to stir on his side of the bed, a soft groan emitting from beneath the protection of the covers. He rolled over to face her, opening one eye slowly and allowing himself to adjust to the bright light that was now streaming through the window.

“Whatimezit?” he mumbled, pushing his head up to eye her unclothed body. “Wha’d we do last night?”

“We had sex,” she spoke bluntly, giving him a small shrug. “We can talk about it, if you want.”

“Rather not, actually,” he groaned, pushing his head back into his pillow. “How much did I drink?”

“Well, you took three tequila shots straight out of the gate then shotgunned a beer and I kind of lost count after your fifth mixed drink, so I’d say you were sufficiently smashed by the end of the night. Not that I was any better, mind you,” she recalled, stomach churning at the thought of that last beer.

“I feel like absolute shit,” Peter grumbled, face muffled by the fabric of the pillowcase.

“You look it,” she joked, scooting over so they were shoulder to shoulder, pressed together like sardines.

“Hey, not nice,” he pouted, turning his neck so their faces were mere inches away from each other. He smiled at her, breathing in as he spoke again. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“Of course,” she responded. “We’ve talked about this before. As long as none of our feelings have changed, I think that we can both move past this.”

“Good. Now who’s making breakfast? Because I really don’t wanna get up right now, but if I don’t have something drenched in grease and hopefully some sort of cheese, my stomach will start eating itself,” Peter remarked, kicking her leg lightly under the sheets.

“Not me! I made you dinner before we left last night,” she answered, returning his kick.

“Let’s just order something in and that way we can stay in bed until it arrives,” he suggested.

“Fine, but you’re paying,” she insisted, and he agreed, allowing the peaceful silence to fall upon them again.

“I’m glad you’re my best friend,” he remarked after the silence settled, pulling her body closer to his with one hand.

“Don’t let Ned hear you say that,” she cautioned teasingly. She knew that Peter’s relationship with Ned was different than the one they had, but was still just as strong, and probably even stronger considering their history. She didn’t mind sharing his attention. She loved Ned just as much as Peter, and she was glad that he still had a close friend from home that always had his back no matter what.

“Ned knows it’s true. He doesn’t mind, I think. Ever since he and MJ picked up those jobs at the Rec Center, they’ve been closer than ever. Now they both gang up on me rather than just MJ,” Peter whined.

“To be fair, though, you deserve it more often than not,” she joked, nudging his shoulder.

“That’s probably true,” he sighed. “Anyway, I meant it. You’re the best person I know. Thank you,” he stated, reaching down to squeeze her hand.

“Thank you,” she responded. “You’ve done so much for me Peter. I’m so lucky to have you.” She smiled and squeezed his hand back, her grin only growing when he leaned over to press a kiss against her forehead.

They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“One of us should really put some clothes on before we freak out this delivery guy,” Peter mused quietly, not moving at all.

“Yes, one of us should definitely put clothes on and get the food right now,” she looked at him pointedly.

Fine,” he grumbled, sliding out of bed and pulling a pair of flannel pants on while she watched him in amusement, following his movements until he was out the door. Yes, she certainly was lucky to have Peter in her life.


Tagged: @multi-parker @cutie1365 @cersei-lannister @oswald-1998 @kawaiianime03 @lionfart @mrsdoradominguez-barnes @nonewmessage @co0kies08 @dec-snowy @sunshine-little-miss @cubedtriangle @triggerfingerfunction @dailygubler

Welcome to the 14th edition of my Recommendation list for Cas!girls.

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Hello, fellow Cas trash pals. It’s been a loooong time since I posted a list. January 16th to be exact, my birthday. I moved cities and I’m not around here as much as I used to, but in light of the recent events regarding our baby. I’ve been crying to the slightest provocation since Thursday, so I felt the need to post a new list to raise our spirits a little bit, tho JiBCon already did a lot of that.
This list will be loaded of fluff and sweet love to our angel. I haven’t been reading a lot of fics lately, but I had these on my waiting list to be posted a for a while now, so I hope you enjoy them anyway.

Here we go.

Note: The summary of the fics are in italics. Some of them are written by their authors, and some others are written/modified by me. All the series start on chapter one, except if they have their own masterpage. The text written after this “–” hyphen are just my lame ass comments.
If for any reason you want your username and/or fic to be removed from this list or you wish not to be tagged, just hit me a message and I’ll erase it/untag/stop tagging you, whatever you preffer..

* Users that tumblr didn’t let me tag are marked with an asterisk.

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So the steter fic I’m working isn’t going to be chapters like I thought it would. Which means that I’m only going to post it to ao3 once it’s completely finished. BUT I am going to put the sections on here to get a bit a feedback as I go. so you can either read it in pieces without tags or wait for it on ao3. you’re choice!

The Sun, the Moon, and the Stars update number two

part one here

Stiles Stilinski was getting his ass kicked by a geriatric. This had gone from a very great day to a very bad day so quickly Stiles was a little afraid he’d get whiplash.

Gerard Argent smiled beatifically down at him. “Do you think Scott will get the message now, Stiles?”

Stiles tasted blood in his mouth, thought about all the times his father had told him he didn’t know when to leave well enough alone, and spit in Gerard’s face.

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— THE DISASTER BLOGGER —

OR, NIGHTBLOGGING WITH LUC: AN EX-MOD’S TALE

my name is chief and i was a mod on the now infamous lucina-against-antikin for little around a month. not very long. nevertheless, i felt the need to put together this post, which details my experiences as a moderator on the blog and as an acquaintance of luc. 

people will probably doubt if i’m telling the truth, but i’m being dead honest when i say i really have no reason to lie. nothing here has been falsified or exaggerated: they are simply how things were. i hope you will all enjoy this glimpse into my time as a mod in “the disaster blogger.”

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the-entp-nerd  asked:

So my question is a lil silly..but what if the sun disappears suddenly ..will the earth and other planets wander aimlessly or will the earth revolve around jupiter (since it has more mass)👀😅

(WARNING: LONG POST)

(First of all, the question isn’t silly at all! -In fact, I enjoy questions like this, seeing as so few people care to ask me :P)

But on to the question.

If you don’t feel like reading my explanation, here’s a TL;DR for ya:

It depends. (Welcome to science)

Let me elaborate.

As most people know, the light from the sun takes approximately eight and a half minutes to reach Earth. (Remember this, it will be important in a bit.)

However, what would happen to all the plants, in let’s say, the first day or so of the sun’s disappearance? Imagine if you were holding a rock by a string. Now imagine that you’re slinging this rock around you while spinning, what would happen if you let go?

Something like this:

This is pretty much what would happen to the planets if the sun disappeared-all the planets would travel in straight lines from their orbits, like a hammer thrower’s hammer. (At least after a week or so, for the first couple of days we wouldn’t notice much, other than the complete lack of sunlight.)

But, as you so aptly specified in your question, the masses of the planets would cause most of them to just fall into Jupiter or something, right? Not necessarily. Although it IS likely to happen, given enough time, most of the planets would be hurled out of the solar system before interacting with anything gravitationally. (at least, to great effect that is)

But what would this mean for Earth? (Because, let’s be perfectly honest, who cares about mercury when your own life is on the line?)

Remember that thing I said about sunlight earlier? Here’s where that gets to be important. If you live on the side of Earth where it happens to be daytime when the Sun disappears, then you get about 8 more minutes of sunlight. Congratulations! If it’s nighttime where you are, then you probably won’t realise it for a little while longer, as you’d probably be asleep. But the Moon would appear to “disappear from the sky”. (seeing as there’s no sun to reflect light off of it.) Unless that is, we have the coincidence of it being a new moon that night also, but really what are the chances of that?;)

Here’s where Earth gets a break: (but warning, from here on out it’s all downhill) As you may know, our planet is REALLY good at retaining heat, so for the first week or so it wouldn’t be ‘that bad’. On “day” one it would be like a regular night, but would slowly get colder and colder until the Earth’s surface temperature would be about that of space. (Give or take a few degrees.) 

Everything on the surface would become a wasteland, the parts of the oceans that don’t boil/freeze off into space (Did I mention that the atmosphere is gone too? Happy times.) the remainder of the water on earth would be frozen to the ocean floors. Humans would die by the millions- nay, billions. The few of us left able to escape underground would probably have to make heat by means of something like a nuclear reactor. Attempts to scavenge off the surface wouldn’t work- the radiation of space would make it EXTEREMLY unadvisable, aside from temperatures nearing absolute zero. Almost all life would be exterminated ice-age style, except for a few hardy bacteria. As our planet spins off into space, (assuming we don’t fall into the gravity well of a nearby planet, like Jupiter) we would be bombarded by various sizes of space debris, slowly tearing the planet apart. This could take anywhere from a few years to hundreds of thousands of years- maybe even more if we’re that lucky. MAYBE we could survive long enough to evacuate the remaining population of Earth onto spaceships capable of travel to the closest near-earth planets. (Proxima Centauri B at 4.2 light-years away, or Wolf 1061b at 13.8 light years.) However, even this would be unlikely because we honestly don’t know which direction we would be going at the time of Sol’s disappearance. 

In truth, if the Sun suddenly disappeared, humanity would be pretty screwed.

But when did that stop us before?

Again, thanks for the ask! If you have any more questions, I’m always up to answer more!

Tales of Iron & Paper: Gajevy #1 Fiction of the Iron Slayer

Author’s Note: The first of my Gajevy (or Gale) drabbles & short stories.  These will be published under the overall title “Tales of Iron & Paper”.

Prompt: [from @eliz1313 / eliz1369]  Gajeel & Levy in college… maybe stuck in an English/creative writing course together? :)

Words: ~ 1600  || Fanfiction Link


Fiction of the Iron Dragon (or, Secret Art of the Iron Dragon)

Levy was undeniably excited about her creative writing course. It was an invitation-only class, and invitations were only issued to students in their second or third year at Magnolia University who had demonstrated a talent for and an interest in writing during a prior year. Levy had always been a shoo-in, along with her best friend Lucy, but she hadn’t fully believed she’d get in until the letter from the Chair of the English Department had arrived in the mail over the summer.

Levy and Lucy arrived early for the class and grabbed good spots by the windows not too far from the front. There was only one other student in the room, a guy a little older than they were who looked like he’d probably just stayed after an earlier class. They assumed that he would be heading out as soon as more of their own classmates arrived. Nothing about his multiple piercings, sleeveless navy T-shirt, or elaborate black Mohawk suggested an honours English student. He eyed them as they came in, but then went back to his book.

The rest of the students arrived in twos and threes, and Lucy eventually noticed that she’d lost her friend’s attention. Levy kept looking back at Black Mohawk.

“What’s up, Levy? I’m sure he’ll figure it out once the class starts. Why do you keep staring at him?”

“I’m not staring,” Levy replied, frowning. “It’s more that… I recognize him now, and I feel kind of weird that I didn’t say hi when we walked in.”

“Um, he kind of stands out—how come you only remember him now?”

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A Writer’s PSA

Firstly: I just saw an interesting post made by @caplanbuckybarnes (who I can’t tag, but that’s okay), that inspired both anger and relief in me at once. I was compelled to type out this PSA.

Secondly: I am tagging everyone who has asked to be tagged in The Irrelevance of Napoli SO YOU CAN SEE HOW GODDAMN AWESOME THEY ARE BEFORE I START THIS. 

@thecrownedrose @persephone-is-here-omg @find-me-here2 @captainamerotica @redgillan @angryschnauzer @ursulaismymiddlename @rebelslicious @kittykitty-mewmeww @erisjade @siren-kitten-his @buckyappreciationsociety @kozmicrock @aingealcethlenn @rachelle-on-the-run @thewinterswimmer @vaisabu @inside-lizzys-head @angryschnauzer @melconnor2007 

Thirdly: I am doing this more for the sake of my upcoming fic, Cherchez la Femme, which I have been working on for MONTHS–probably since Septemberish–than I am for Napoli. Also doing this for the sake of other authors who may feel this way, but don’t want to say anything for fear of making people mad. I personally am tired of dealing with my own anxiety about this subject, so I’m getting this off my chest. 

Okay.

 I am exceedingly frustrated by the majority of attitudes (or non attitudes) I see towards anything that is not a one-shot on here. ESPECIALLY if it’s smut.

I like smut. I love smut. I’ve read some really good smut on here. But… that’s not all I’ve read on here. When I first got on Tumblr, I found some really unique and interesting fics, and I got very invested in them. But lately, the majority of what I’ve been seeing on this site is the same damn thing, over and over and over again. Smut one shots, no plot, no character development, no nothing. Those fics I was invested in were discontinued (temporarily, I hope) in favor of smut one shots, which, like I said, I don’t mind, but ya know… I also do.

Authors are capable of writing more than smut one shots. 

Authors are capable of writing more than smut one shots. And many of them do write more than smut one shots. But I have seen two (2) of the multi-part fics I follow being seriously reblogged. That’s out of A LOT that I happen to read and like. One of my favorites got put on hiatus because there were no reads on the most recent chapter at the time.

Tumblr, seriously, what is going on? Like, I recognize that we all want to imagine ourselves having sex with some version of Sebastian Stan (ME TOO, I AM NOT EXCLUDING MYSELF FROM THAT GROUP) but some of these people have worked ages, ages on these fics. With well-developed characters and plot and settings and serious issues that are worked through. THESE PEOPLE I READ SHOULD WRITE ORIGINAL CONTENT AND GET PUBLISHED. In my world, they would. Because they are that good.

And yet, they get almost no recognition. And it frustrates me, and scares me, and makes me really, really sad. Some might say, “Tumblr is more (something else) than fanfic for me”–which is fine. Please engage in whatever joy may have brought you to Tumblr. But also remember that for others, it IS about fanfic, and they enjoy doing that just as much as you enjoy doing whatever you do. So hit the like button every once in a while. Read more fics of your favorite characters. Some might say, “I have –something that gives me a shorter attention span–, I can’t remember what happened before this chapter/can’t concentrate enough to get through a whole fic in the time I have”–in which case, you are fine, don’t worry about it, not a big deal. Some of you may say, “Works in progress are annoying, I hate waiting for new parts to come out”–and trust me, I’m right there with you. I’m waiting on a few new parts for fics myself (I’m also waiting for Diana Gabaldon’s next Outlander book, goddammit), but that doesn’t stop me from reading and commenting on the parts that are there! Tell the author that you have something to look forward to until the next part comes out! Also, TELL THE AUTHOR IF YOU ARE WAITING FOR THEM TO COMPLETE IT, or ask to be tagged in the final masterlist! We won’t mind if you do it that way! Some of you may just hate longer fics and there’s nothing anybody can do to change that. In which case, whatever floats your boat.

I’m not getting on anyone in the above paragraph to suddenly change your preferences and start reading fics with more than two parts. What I am saying, though, is if you consume, but don’t comment AND reblog (or at least tag and reblog), or if you don’t consume at all and blatantly ignore what authors are putting out there… come on, guys. We put our heart and souls into this stuff. Some of the stuff we write is taken from real life. Some people don’t have anything but their writing to help them get through what may be a really bad stage. Likes, comments, reblogs–writers need these. We don’t all have to be JK Rowling here, but we do hope to see that someone smiles or laughs, or cries, or feels in some way with our fics. 

One of my friends on here was very sad a couple of days ago because she was getting very few notes on even her one-shots, or reblogs with no comments. She has 700+ followers and a taglist that’s a mile long. It made me sad for her, and I can’t even hug her because she lives far away from me. Readers, you don’t have to comment or reblog every chapter of a fic that’s been written, it’s really okay if you don’t, but let the reader know that you like it and acknowledge the work that’s been done. 

I’m still relatively tiny on here, and I definitely need to follow more blogs, so I will now go looking. But, indulge me for a second: If, when I publish Cherchez, I deem it as not getting enough notes, I will make a goddamn video of myself deleting the thing off my computer and burning the damn notebooks. I started by writing this stuff for me. Napoli ended up being about someone I know who recently died. Cherchez was what I wrote when I was coming out of a breakdown. So yes, I write for myself. But as soon as I put it up here, it becomes yours. You consume it, you feel because of it. So really, guys, read all the smut you want. I know I’m going to. But read more than smut, too.

Sincerely,

Someone who is a teeny bit oversmutted

(If you want to, you can check my tags for more info)

Bones x Reader: Wedding Fluff

I did one for Jim previously, now it’s Bones’s turn!!! @yourtropegirl @medicatemedrmccoy
@outside-the-government @star-trekkin-across-theuniverse @kaitymccoy123
@youre-on-a-starship @trade-baby-blues

Bones x Reader–traditional

The sunlight threw shards of color from the stained glass windows all over the interiors of the quaint little church. Creaky wooden pews decorated with tulle bows were filled to the brim with friends and family gathered to watch you and Leonard get married. Much as you’d hoped to have an outdoor wedding, the Georgia heat had forced a change in plans. No one wanted to see one of the elderly guests collapse from heat exhaustion, after all. It was really a nice place, you’d thought when you’d been putting up the decorations two days ago: intimate and unpretentious, yet with very classy traditional touches that suited your ceremony.

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Happy Valentines Day!!

Well, since everybody else is doing it, I thought I might as well hop on the bandwagon too and give a shoutout to some pretty amazing people on this site that are very special to me and those who have made my experience on here better than I could have ever imagined! 

@purekagome (who else would be first other than my adoring wife?) WOMAN. I LOVE YOU. When we first started talking, it was all omg you’re so amazing, thank you, and aWWW YOU’RE SWEET and now you drive me fucking crazy and you make me wanna pull my hair out but you’re so freaking important to me and just I’m so glad we’re married and let’s make a baby. Right now. Thanks for putting up with my bullshit and cheating ways and general bitchiness lol love you babe! 

@inunanna HEY GIRL HEEEEYYYYY Nanna! <3 I remember before we were close when we would talk for hours about Inukag and Edwin headcanons and make up fanbabies and their personalities and ahhh it was so fun and all those conversations gave me so much inspiration and it created a relationship that I will cherish for the rest of my days! I love you sweetheart! <3<3

@vividxdreaming aahhH!!! Omg I’m so glad that we’re such close friends and just just just AAHHHHH you’re so importing to me! The first time we really talked I think was after I made that chocolate oneshot that you requested and our relationship just blossomed from there and then you became a part of our group chat and it’s the best decision that has ever been made. I love you girl!! <3 THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU AND BEING MY FRIEND!!

@grapefruitwannabe So we’re talking right now and I’m doing you in the chat and it’s so amazing BAHAHAHAH. and you liked it. and you even said it was great. SO AMAZING. But anyway Grape I LOVE YOU SO MUCH and you art so well omg and you even make fanart for my trashy fics and I’m just so faltered and honored and just. I’M SO GLAD WE’RE FRIENDS <3 I remember the first time you made fanart for me I literally freaked out and just. Yeah lol. <3 Thanks for being the awesome friend you are, Grape! ^_^

@bananacreamphi AAHHHH when you first joined our group chat, I didn’t know you very well, and I only knew you from a stream we were in together, but now I know you’re the sweetest person, you’re sincere, and I’m so blessed to have you as a friend I love you!! Thank you for being my friend!

@kuddle-cakes MY KUDDLES!!! <3<3<3 To be honest, I don’t even know how our friendship started XD but I’m so grateful to know you and you’re so freakig sweet and your sMUT IS AMAZING bahahaha! Okay seriously, I love you very much and just. I’m so blessed to have you in my life, thank you for being my friend darling! <3

@mmhinman Where do I even start?! My fellow Queen of Collab! :D Omg tho but your art is just SO AMAzING and god I just love it so much and I love youuuuu aahhhh you’re so important to me!! I love our little collars we do, we make beautiful music together XD Thank you for being my friend lovely! I love you! <3

@ryupioupiou !!!!!!!!! *excited noises* CROISSANTS. XD Man that still cracks me up lol Man I don’t even know how we became friends, but I’m so glad we did and you’re just so special to me and I freaking love you and our stupid inside jokes! You’re funny and sweet and just NEVER CHANGE I love you!!!!! <3

@dreamer-of-the-wandering-suns Girrrrrrrllllll where do I begin? You’re just the cutest, sweetest little thing and I just wanna squeeze you and never let you go <3<3 Remember I am always here for you if you ever wanna talk and I’ll do my best to help in anyway I can! You’re so important to me and I love you so much and just. Stay strong, beautiful! You got this, and keep being amazing! <3

@blacksteel-art ;LAJDFKALJKALJFALIJFALFJAAFJAF BECAUSE WE YELL GIBBERISH AT EACH OTHER AND FREAK OUT OVER EVERYTHING AND JUST YOU’RE SO AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH?!?!? AND I’M A HORRIBLE PERSON I STILL NEE TO FINISH YOUR ONESHOT BUT I WILL GET IT OUT I PROMISE! I LOVE YOU BABYGIRL <3<3

@meido-zangetsuha DOGYASHA IS MY SALVATION AND I LIVE FOR THAT FIC XD Okay seriously lol you’re so fun to talk to and I ADORE GNOCCHI OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ALDJFALIFJLAIDJF I want to cuddle him heheheheeh But I love you too, Happy valentines day darling! Give Gnocchi love for me! OH AND YOUR NEW PUP KURASI!!! 

@inuyashaforlife Dude. my go to person when I can’t figure that stupid game XD Hahahaa. Well I’ll be honest, I don’t know you very well, but I do know you enough to include you in my close knit group of friends and I hope it stays that way! Love you doll! Thanks for being my friend! 

@kagomeforever AHHh You tag me in so many cool memes and stuff and I absolutely love filling those out so thank you for that! Also you’re such a sweetheart and I get so happy whenever I see that you tag me in something because it’s like “OMG SHE THOUGHT OF ME YAY I FEEL SO SPECIAL” and just tHANK YOU DARLING! I love you with all my heart too! <3

@artistefish Your art brings me life. Your aus. Just. OMG. NO words. You’re an amazing artist, and one of the sweetest people I know, and I love reading your sometimes random little posts about your everyday life and how excited you get over the Inuyasha stageplay (WHICH I ALSO CANT WAIT FOR OMG) and you’re amazing and I love you <3 Thanks for putting up with my fangirlingness XD 

@gypsin I LOVE YOUR STORIES SO MUCH AND I GET SO EXCITED WHENEVER I SEE AN UPDATE AAHHHH!! So I’m not gonna name names *coughgrapefruitcough* but I heard through the grapevine that you enjoy my fics and I know you’ve mentioned be before as a favorite author *INSERT FANGIRL SQUEALING HERE* and I just wanna say HOW FLATTERED AND JUST HAPPY I AM TO KNOW THAT AND I LOVE YOU OKAY!!! <3<3<3 THANK you for the quality fanfiction and for being so amazing and sweet! 

You are all so very, very special and dear to me and I hope you all know how much I adore each and every one of you. You’ve made my experience here on this wretched site so much more enjoyable than I thought it would be, and you’ve made me feel so welcome, loved and appreciated! Honestly, I really had no idea how amazing people I would meet and how all of you would become so special to me! Every day one of you do something that just makes me wanna cry because it just makes me so happy and just. SO MANY FEELS. ALL THE TIME. I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY WEIRDNESS AND  AND AND JUST. YOU’RE ALL AMAZING <3<3

I’m also gonna give a shoutout to some people who I don’t talk to as much, but I see in my notifications all the time and that I occasionally converse with and they’re people you should definitely check out! 

@coquinespike @jeanbeannie @nebula1701 @adorableears7 @kibitoshinkai @inukag-4ever @simply-zerah @inusgirl @brokenangelwings83 @rikareena @shardetector @morphinetune @lilifire @theroseangel321 @xkoiinu @blackwingguardian @dark-havoc-priestess @vixenfoxpaws @inuyashaeienni @inu-yaasss-a @sinuyasha @stoatsandweasels @wenchster @batmandy-lover @kaze-ranna @justafewsmallsteps @mustardyellowsunshine @akiza-hades-rose

I apologize if I forgot anybody, but please know that I love you all very much and I hope you have/had a great Valentine’s Day full of love, support, your favorite chocolate and wine and many many hugs and kisses from me!!! <3<3<3

longhaulhome  asked:

Hey Lucy! I'm a long time follower of your blog. Before I even knew what Tumblr was I stumbled across your blog when googling Spock and Uhura stuff and checked it daily before I realized there was an actual website full of folks like you and me who I could freak out with😂. Anyway, enough rambling. Could you recommend me some of your favorite academy era S/U fics on AO3? The website confuses the day lights out me; I can never narrow it down to the fics I want. If you don't mind. Thank you!

hi! ..I’m ..-  *blushing like crazy*  I’m glad I made you find this crazy site^, LOL

as for your question, tbh AO3 used to be my least favorite site for ff precisely because the filter and tag system was confusing (and there is the ongoing problem of fans of.. ehm.. other ships spamming the S/U tag with break up fics). So for a long time I only used fanfiction.net that had a better tag system (that’s why most of the links I have are from there, but also because most of S/U’s ff are there) until they, of course, made that site a mess too LOL

there are so many great academy era S/U ff that I’m totally, 100%, sure I’ll miss some of them now (and there are many great ones I probably didn’t even read because, as I recently discovered, apparently I didn’t really read all the good ff out there). Also, did you read the starfleet academy licensed novels? because those are amazing too. (I posted some quotes, but it’s worth to read the books)

first of all, I suggest you to read everything by @psicygni (ao3 page   |  The Place Between  is epic and so are the others. Oh and Discovery you are late because someone already gave Spock a sis ) @notesfromaclassroom (ao3  | ff.net) and @cgockel (ff.net)

my tag for recs is a good start. There is a Spock/Uhura Archive over ao3 but it isn’t updated with all the ff (this is their ship tag where I filtered out the sp*rk stuff, tho now we might need to filter out sp*nes as well )

some links (shameless copy/pasted from an old post of mine), I bet you already read some of those

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This is a warning!

So I hate I have to make this post, but well, here it is.

Consider this post a first and fair warning in the future! I am not going to tolerate this behavior anymore no matter WHO you are in relation to me or the fandom! If people have a right to their screenshots and gifs from a game Ubisoft made, I have a right to my artwork, ideas, headcanons, and stories that I made on my own. I believe this is only fair.

I am normally very forgiving when it comes to people taking something I’ve already done and using it for themselves. I’ve been pretty forgiving when people crop my artwork (fanart mostly) and use it for profile pictures and what not with no credits, and I am a bit more forgiving when someone asks me to proof their story or offer them ideas, and when I do, I get no credit for the help—same can be said about original characters and such…

But this has caused me to basically roll over and be a walking mat by this point, and I am tired of it. My body, my heart especially,…it just hurts from the continued abuse. I’ve been getting so stressed and upset in the past few days that it makes me have severe panic attacks that make me ill.

This has happened all my life, and I try to urge it away as ‘no, it’s fine…’ in worry if I express my discontent, I look like a bad guy, but the more I do that, the more it keeps happening! I helped my ex-girlfriend with her griffon character and not once did she credit me for the help and ideas I gave her. I’ve helped flesh out canon/oc pairings before as well to friends and fans in private, and when the stories came to life or the pieces were drawn—again, no thanks on my part. I’ve ‘inspired’ pieces by others, and it causes me to have to say ‘hey, this looks familiar/similar to mine’ to have someone say ‘oh yeah, you inspired it’. Seriously? Is it so hard to put an ‘inspired by tag’ somewhere in the description…?

The most damning of any of these instances was when a Rule 34 website took my Sonic harem idea and published it with only MINOR changes on their website, and by minor, I mean severely minor. They changed the lead females because they couldn’t use one of the OCs I had, but there was a bidding war for the woman who was bound and naked before the men in question (and by the way, the naked and undressing part was done in a promotional piece I had done in the back of my gallery) and while another character won the bidding war, it was still bullshit that he bought her for the same amount that was in my story. Yes, it was a free piece, but they get paid by the visit given their adds, so no—technically, it wasn’t a free piece! Want the proof of him saying ‘oh yeah, read your works’? Here you go:

He even tries to excuse it saying ‘nobody noticed the similarities’. Well, no, my friends sure as hell did and so did I, and I was also a speck on the map in that fandom—so of course nobody knew who I was, but everybody knew this porn website! That was what was most infuriating! The fact he took from someone he didn’t think anybody would know or take a nod towards. He didn’t even credit me for any inspiration through the comic.

As I got into the AC fandom, holy shit, it just got worse. A lot of my headcanon/ what if/ how would (X) react to this/ got used into stories without my consent and even some Emmetts have been modeled a lot to look like a cookie cutter version of my own (though as far as I know, I think and hoped this stopped).

PLEASE, even when you ask for a question/ headcanon ask/ ect, that doesn’t mean free is free. You asked for my thoughts and opinion, and I gave them, so the nice thing to do is to credit me if you use them in the future! It is fine to be inspired by something, but the least you can do is credit the source.

Also, as far as Oreana and her story is concerned as we do have an Egyptian game coming up: she has been with me for years, and I will not tolerate stuff about her stolen from me. I want to rewrite her worlds and such to actually publish, and when you take from me and my original world(s), you’re being disrespectful! There are so many ways that an Egyptian action/ adventure/ love story can be written, and if you need help, then ASK. It is fine to ask for help, but don’t just pick apart somebody’s world and or outright steal with a nice little painting job on top. (Also: FYI…if it’s an Egyptian setting, even if AU, the characters need to be darker skinned unless you can explain why they are not. Oreana isn’t dark skinned because she’s ‘cursed’ and has been since birth—her brothers and father are darker skinned while her other parent is white.)

It is because of this blatant thieving that I’ve stopped writing and even doing art as much. I am SCARED to. I didn’t want to keep writing to The Clockwork Soldier because I do want to publish that story with different characters of my own creation. Why should I offer my thoughts down on paper for a fandom that is this horribly disrespectful? And what’s further sad is people screaming in fear of losing Jacob from the fandom, but…if you keep doing this to me, you will lose one more Jacob Frye fan who creates content for you all to enjoy.

SO, in the future, this is what is going to happen:

  • If I see something that is too similar to my idea(s) with no reasoning as to why that is so, I am going to approach you in private and ask you to change it or see if we cannot reach an understanding of sorts.

    • I would say that we could work together to reach a better compromise or better story, but if you’re going to take my stuff to begin with without reason, then I find that silly that I should offer my services.

  • If we cannot reach an understanding, or you refuse to do what I will politely ask of you, then I will report your blog and the post in question or the piece regardless of where it is to have it taken down—no warning. Your warning is me coming to you in private and talking to you from now on.

Also, as a side note—do NOT get furious and or upset about this if I come to you to talk! I am willing to sit down and talk like a reasonable, mature adult even if I too am super upset. I am not going to throw shit at you regardless of how I feel. I am not going to slander you and your blog publicly unless it is severe and needs to be addressed, and I feel I need more help in the situation to which I try not to do.

I understand mistakes can be made, and do acknowledge that I talk about these situations with friends to ask their opinion on if it’s too similar or not. When I get an outstanding yes vote, then I go to the people(s) responsible. It is not just me sitting here judging the circumstances solo.

I thank you all for your understanding and support, and to those that don’t support or understand this—that’s fine, but I probably don’t need you here. I hate to see you leave, but my health and sanity means more than your company.

~Oreana Galena

C.H. Imagine Part 3: Management Makes You Breakup

SORRY FOR THE WAIT I HAVE REALLY REALLY BAD WRITERS BLOCK AND I’VE BEEN STRUGGLING LATELY I’M SO SORRY DON’T HATE ME PLEASE AND DON’T STOP REQUESTING I LOVE YOU….now that I’m done with that, I hope you enjoy this. My bestie gave me a basic layout and yeeeahh….REQUEST FOR THE FINAL PART IF YA LIKE IT😊

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TWO MONTHS LATER

“So, Calum,” the blonde interviewer smiled at the boy, looking down at the notebook in her lap before asking the question that caused his face to drop.
“What’s going on between you and Jamie? We haven’t seen her in a while.”

“Oh God.” Michael mumbled, face palming while Calum just stared at his lap, his fingers becoming very interesting to him, thinking things like,“ Is my middle finger crooked? Has it always been that way?”

“She must be busy with work or…?” The blonde questioned further and Calum’s eyes filled with tears.

“No, she uh…we- we broke up.” He said lowly with a slight sniff and the fifty fans who were lucky enough to win an access pass to this small interview stared in surprise, finally understanding why Calum has seemed out of it for the last two months.

“Oh. Uh…may I ask why?”

“No.” Micahel said rudely, placing a hand on Calum back and rubbing it back and forth for comfort.“ He’s still not over it okay, so can we just move on.”

“I’m sorry,I didn’t mean to-”

“Can we please move on?” Luke asked politely and she quickly nodded, fumbling with the pages she wrote on with questions.

“We broke up because she didn’t love me anymore.” Calum answered, looking up with red, teary eyes and his lip trembled.“ She met someone new.”

“Cal you don’t have to-” Ashton tried to tell him, but Calum let out a sob, breaking the hearts of everyone in the room.

“I loved- I love her and she just…she just cheated and left me. She left me to face this world all alone and I just want her back.” He cried and Luke stood up to hug his heartbroken bestfriend.“ I need her, Ashton…I can’t bare the pain anymore! It hurts!”

“Calum it’s okay.” Luke sighed and looked towards one of their managers who was standing towards the back where the fans were.“ Uh, can he…?”

“Yeah.” She nodded and Luke told Calum to go back to the tour bus and take a shower and a nap. Calum only nodded, knowing he wouldn’t be able to sleep(he barely gets six hours as it is) and left the room.

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It’s been three days since that interview, and it’s been the only thing all over social media, magazines, and gossip networks since the moment a fan put up the video of him crying.

Calum Hood breaks down in an interview after being asked about his now ex-girlfriend.

Jamie sighed as she read the headline from the link she was tagged in. Starting around twelve that Saturday afternoon, she had began loosing thousands of followers, getting threats and harassment messages in her tumblr, instagram, and twitter inbox, had nasty things said about her on all three of her social media websites, had fans threaten her on snapchat, and even had the tags #Jamiethebitch, #RIPJalum, and #JamieBrokeCalumsHeart trending on twitter and tumblr. She’s seen the multiple rant videos made about her, the multiple long text post written, and worst of all had the video of Calum breaking down in tears sent to her with messages attached to them, like the one she’s reading now on tumblr.

“Look at what you did to him. He has done nothing but love and care and provide and support you, and all you do is cheat on him and then leave him heartbroken so everyone else can put him back together again. IF we can put him back together again. How can you even live with yourself knowing that you played with this puppy’s heart and left him in the mud? You’re disgusting and you didn’t deserve him and still dont. I hope you rot in hell for this #Jamiethebitch.” Jamie read outloud, tears stinging her eyes.

“If only you all knew the truth.” She said outloud to herself, wiping a few tears off of her face. She powered down her phone and tossed it on her dresser. Within the last two months Jamie had rented a nice, cheap, and  spacious apartment with one bed and one bath on the other side of town. She had to get as far away from Calum’s house as she could, so that way the two won’t bump into each other. Jamie sighed and stood to go take the left over pizza from last night out of the fridge and it was heating up when she heard three hard knocks on her front door, echoing through the quiet apartment.

“The hell…?” She whispered. No one knew where she lived besides Brandon, and he has a key. She tip toed towards the door and peeked through the peep hole, furrowing her eyebrows when she realised who the person was. “Mali-Koa?” She questioned when she opened the door and the girl pushed her back so she could come inside the house.

“You’ve got some fucking nerve, Jamie!” She yelled, throwing her bag onto the couch.“ No wonder he’s been acting strange for the last two months! You fucking cheated and left him!”

“Mali-”

“No, you shut the hell up.” She pointed at her, so Jamie stopped talking.“ And to think that we even liked you for a minute. I should’ve just trusted my gut. I told them you’d break his heart,but nooo.”

“Mali, listen.” Jamie tried again, but Mali-Koa just kept talking.

“Nobody ever listens to Mali. Now my baby brother is out doing promo depressed as fuck, ‘cause you wanted to whore around and use him for fame and mon-”

“Mali!” Jamie yelled, feeling her eyes sting from held back tears.“ I didn’t fucking cheat on him and I didn’t leave him for another guy, okay?!”

“Oh,cut the bullcrap, Jamie.” Mali only rolled her eyes and Jamie reached up to wipe tears from her face.

“Brandon’s gay and he has has a boyfriend.”

Mali-Koa simply laughed at this.“ So you left my baby brother for a guy who was an undercover gay. That’s what you get.”

“No! Brandon’s a friend I met while taking a run and he’s gay with a boyfriend. We have no relations at all. The real reason why I left Calum was because management threatened to kick him out if I didn’t. He said that I was bad for his reputation and, and that it would give the boys more publicity.” She was now near sobbing and Mali-Koa stood there shocked.

“And it’s not fucking fair because I love him more than I love myself, and I’m causing him all of this pain so he can be happy! There was no way I was going to let myself get in the way of his dream job, Mali, so I did what they told me. He told me to tell him that I didn’t love him anymore, and I just-"  She couldn’t speak anymore. She was now on her knees, bawling her eyes out, and Mali-Koa sighed and sat in front of her.

"Why didn’t you just tell Calum the truth about why you were leaving?”

“Because he would’ve done something stupid like leaving the band or something. You know the boys wouldn’t have the heart to replace him, and it just wouldn’t fit right. So if he left or got the boot because of me, their careers would’ve ended too.” She explained and Mali-Koa bit her lip.

“You’ve got to tell him, Jamie.”

“No!”

“But the lie you told him is killing him!” She argued.“ Ever since you left he’s been a mess! His emotions are everywhere, he rarely speaks to anybody, he’s drinking and smoking more! You were his first love, that’s not just something you can easily get over.”

“I know-”

“Then go fix it. I’d rather have Calum happy with you and end his career, than be depressed unhealthy because he’s upset that you left him.”

“I can’t.”

“If you can’t then I will.” Mali-Koa stood and grabbed her bag walking out of the house.

“Fuck.” Jamie groaned, pulling at her hair and leaning against the wall.

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Mali: We need to talk, my place @6??

Micahael: Are you insane?

Mali: It’s importantmention a user

Ashton: I don’t think that’s a good idea Mali…he’s a mess

Mali: Trust me, it’s a GREAT idea

Calum: I’m fine…I want to see her

Like I said, my place at 6
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“Where’s she?” Calum asked as he walked into Mali’s living room.

“Probably isn’t going to show up.” Ashton crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

They waited for a good ten minutes before there was a knock at the door. Mali-Koa hopped up to go get it and came back with Jamie walking behind her. She had one of Calum’s sweatshirt’s that she accidentally packed two months ago, black tights, and her sparkly ugg boots.

“I’ve been looking for that everywhere.” Calum said and she jumped as if she wasn’t expecting him to talk to her.

“W-what?” She stuttered out, standing behind Mali, being almost concealed at her short height.

“That’s my uh, my swestshirt.”

“Oh.” Jamie looked down at it and blushed. She hadn’t even noticed that she put it on…well she didn’t notice that it was his. “You can have it back…I forgot it was-”

“No! No, you can keep it. I still have your blanket so, I guess we’re even.” He smiled slightly, but she didn’t return it. Jamie sat as far away from them as she could, which so happened to be on the floor , leaning against the wall underneath Mali’s huge photo of her and her family. She tried to ignore the boys’ glares and pulled her arms and legs into her sweatshirt, pulling it up to cover half of her face.

“You cold?” Mali asked and Jamie shook her head no.“ Okay so, as you know I went over to Jamie’s house to terrorize her, but it sort of backfired because she confessed something.”

“What did you do to her?” Calum questioned with his eyebrows furrowed and eyes filled with worry.

“Nothing, chill, but anyway…” she trailed and look towards Jamie.“Are you going to tell them or no?”

Jamie didn’t say anything, she couldn’t even look at the four boys without feeling as if she was going to throw up from anxiety and their harsh glares. She simply pulled the sweatshirt over her head and tried to fight the tears.

“Oh..kay….She didn’t cheat on you.”

“What are you talking about?” Calum questioned Mali.

“Jamie didn’t chest on you. She lied. The real reason why she broke up with you was because your management called her and said that she had to or you’d be kicked out of the band.”

“Wow, Jamie. That’s very low of you to even say that David would do something like that.” Ashton rolled his eyes and Jamie’s head popped out of her sweatshirt.

“I’m not lying!”

“I don’t care if you’re lying or not! All I know for sure is that you broke Calum’s heart and up and left him to sulk and go into depression!” Ashton yelled and Jamie let a few tears fall from her eyes.

“I said I was fucking sorry! What more can I do?!”

“How about you dissappear forever?”

“Micahel!” Mali scolded.

“Sorry isn’t enough, Jamie. Look at him…you broke him.” Luke spoke up and Calum was looking down at his lap, playing with fingers.

Jamie eyed him over, noticing the dark bags under his eyes, the spark that was once there now gone and leaving his eyes dull and lifeless, his brown skin loosing it’s glow. This wasn’t the Calum she knew and fell in love with, this is the Calum she left behind for everyone to pick up and put back together.

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Sooooo…..this absolutely positively sucks. Like I don’t really like it at all, but all of the friends I’ve showed it to loves it. The final and last part will be up in a bit. I have like 2 imagines to put up I believe, maybe one, I’m not sure. And uhh…yeah that’s all

anonymous asked:

do you think that tentoo is just a cheap clone of the Doctor?

Why hello there nonny!

The short answer to your question is–well, considering that you wrote to a blog called “Rose and the Doctor: Defenders of the Altverse,” which is pretty openly a blog all about celebrating the adventures of Rose and Tentoo, I’m guessing you already know what the short answer is, you smart thing, you. ;)

But if you’re looking for a longer answer, I’ve got one of those, too!

Observations of Competitive Reproduction

Originally posted by mystiquerose

(*Ratings and warnings posted in the tags. Also a convenient excuse to fill @onelifenet‘s June prompt!) <3

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One of the many marvelous things about a Time Lord brain is that it’s capable of processing at least a thousand thoughts in any given moment. Equations and potentialities and exabytes of knowledge and millions of memories preserved in pristine eidetic detail all weave themselves together in a complicated sequence that would fry even the most powerful supercomputers, a glorious symphony that would make Mozart weep with envy. This is how the great world of Gallifrey dominated the universe for ten million years, presiding over Sontarans and Ice Warriors and Autons, traveling between dimensions and parallel realities, taming the ravages of time and space. This is how the Doctor has survived as long as he has.

But Donna says, “Why don’t you ask her yourself?” and each and every one of those thousand thoughts competing for attention in the Doctor’s very impressive brain grinds to a loud and messy stop.

Donna looks over his shoulder.

He turns around to see what it is.

There, at the end of the street, standing in the lamplit dark amidst wreckage and debris—there she is. Blonde hair and a leather jacket and a gun half as tall as she is, and suddenly there’s room in his head for only one thing.

Rose.

He stares. He blinks. He breathes.

She smiles.

He runs.

If a single other thought does manage to amble through his mind, it’s something along the lines of how wonderful it feels to run to something instead of from it, just this once.

Unfortunately, as marvelous as a Time Lord brain is, it is, at the end of the day, still a brain. That means it’s still prone to all the same flaws and foibles as any other brain in any other sentient creature; it falls victim to all the same oversights, overloads, and fuckups. Even if it happens far less frequently for Time Lords than it does for other advanced creatures, every once in a while, a small thing is bound to slip through the noise unnoticed. Like, oh, say, the date of a companion’s birthday, or whether the Andallan Worker Revolution starts in 45k.2 or 45k.2.2, or the fact that books are made of trees, or whether there’s a Dalek waiting in the shadows to shoot you when you’re just a little busy running towards the love of your lives.

At least, that’s what he thinks when he wakes up later, half-human and part Donna and all-naked and his veins hotly pumping with adrenaline and fear and elation all at once.

(Well, that, and he wonders why the TARDIS is on fire.)

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An open letter to white nationalists on tumblr.

You know I’d have zero problems with white pride or white nationalism if all it was was celebrating heritage.

Everybody has a cultural identity. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with finding your features beautiful and taking an interest in your family history. You should celebrate where you come from and the things that make you unique. 

I’d be fine with a White History Month.

I’d be fine with a “White Pride” event or parade or whatever.

I’d be fine with people saying “white girls are beautiful!” or “I only wanna date inside my own race”. 

Because someone else expressing love for themselves or living their life  to a certain set of beliefs doesn’t diminish how I feel about myself. I can say “Good for you” with complete sincerity. 

The problem is, you guys don’t just leave it at this.

White things are always done as a “Retaliation” or a “take THAT!” to other movements. 

When I see and participate in things centered around black people, 99% of the time people of other races don’t even come up. We’re not trash-talking white people. We’re not using racial slurs against white people. We’re not putting white people down to make blackness seem special or superior. We’re just talking about ourselves, doing our own thing, and having fun.

When was the last time the Black Panthers burned a cross in somebody’s yard? Never. The answer is never. It did not happen. 

We don’t dress up like white people to make fun of you. We don’t create entire websites centered around hating you where me and my friends can have a good ol’ cackle and feel superior for 10 minutes on the internet. We don’t lord the accomplishments of people we have zero connection to other than skin color over the heads of other ethnic groups just to go “haw haw!” 

If anything, the only time you enter into the discussion at all is if we’re sharing experiences of how we are violently mistreated in a country that would not exist without us. Whether you recognize the contributions black americans have made to building this nation or not is irrelevant. Ignoring this fact does not make it unture. 

You did not want a “whiteout” until we had blackout.

You never mention White history month any other time except when February creeps up.

You didn’t shout “AllLivesMatter” until we shouted “BlackLivesMatter”

Now the internet is a big place. I cannot speak for every single individual person who identifies as a white nationalist, I can only judge by what I’ve seen and heard and read by other people who call themselves such. And most of the time what I see is the pattern I’ve mentioned above.

Black people do something for black people. White people take offense to this and decide to do something else in retaliation. But there’s nothing to retaliate against. And if its not a retaliation, its an opposition.

A prime example is this “dindu nuffin” meme. An unarmed child is killed by the police, you find humor in our outrage and in the way we protest. Similarly, there are no memes or caricatures or general culture of hatred that circulate whenever a white child is murdered. I have yet to find one “Caylee Anthony” meme. Yet I can find several of Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin, and many others

We do not treat you the way you treat us. 

I’ll use this presidential campaign as an example. Donald Trump has the support of many self-proclaimed white nationalists. One of the most prominent supporters was a man who starred in a documentary called “White Student Union.” 

This man and one other violently assaulted a black woman who was involved at a peaceful protest at this rally. Freedom of speech declares that this woman and the other protesters were within their right to be there. Yet if you go on google, there’s numerous stories of black people being assaulted at these rallies. When checking white nationalist websites, videos, and postings; I’ve found that Trump has a lot of support in the white nationalist community. 

From an outsider’s perspective, white nationalism is painted as movement who’s only purpose is to curb the waning self-esteem of white people who don’t feel special anymore because they know they’re not better than anybody else. Much like those southern racists who’ll hem and haw about the good ol’ days where you didn’t have to treat all people like people.

If this is false, then here are some suggestions from a black man to help you with your image.

1. Lose the racially charged symbolism. Pick something besides the confederate flag or Odin’s Cross to flail around. Stop trying to evoke the imagery of groups that have literally tortured murdered people for not being white. There are plenty of great images in European history to choose from. Or you could choose an animal. How about a polar bear? 

2. Keep us out your mouths. Go on the “blackout” tag and what do you see. Pictures of black people, and people explaining the need for blackout right? And that’s all. You are nowhere to be seen. There is no one going on about how blacks are superior and blah blah blah. If you want to be proud of your heritage then be proud of it. But if you’re only proud of it because you think its better than somebody else’s- that speaks volumes about your true intentions.

Go on the “natural hair” tag. How many black women do you see talking trash about white people’s hair? How many comics and memes can you find? None. 

The only time black people trash talk you is when someone else brings it on themselves by saying something ignorant about us first. “But Jj two wrongs don’t make a right!” And when someone is a victim of something they want to stop happening and nobody else does anything about it- they’re going to retaliate. this is the real world, not kindergarden. 

If you want to be proud of being white: be proud. But if you’re ONLY proud because you think being white makes you better than other people, then you’re just looking for an excuse to justify your own unwarranted sense of superiority and I pity you. 

Finally: Educate yourselves. Do you know what I’ve come to realize just by lurking and my brief stint debating on white nationalist forums? A lot of you immediately swallow anything that already coincides with your worldview and when something challenges that- you refuse to think critically. Granted, everyone is guilty of this to some degree. But see, if you’re going to be a nationalist then you need to have a core understanding of the real issues that affect your people and why you are treated the way you are. 

A prime example: black-on-black crime is a myth. It is a term used to demonize the black population and should have no bearings in any serious discussion on race relations. Why? Because it is isolated. There is no “white-on-white” crime mentioned, despite people who identify as white making up a majority of the american population. there is no “asian-on-asian” crime. Or “latino on latino crime.” Yet somehow black people are painted as more criminally inclined than anyone else despite being only 13% of the overall population. 

That is mathematically impossible. And socially irresponsible to believe.

People who live near eachother are going to commit crime among themselves. A thief who lives in white neighborhoods is going to steal from white people and white businesses. It is mathematically impossible for 13% of the country to commit more crime than any of the other 87%. But many of you keep using this phrase “black on black crime” like it has any sort of credence. 

 You use it to devalue and discredit a race. Yet in the same breath you will claim white nationalism is not about racial superiority. 

This kind of cognitive dissonance is an insult to my intelligence and only serves to make your movement look shallow, racist, and foolish.

It is the same when you bring up IQ scores. I see numerous threads saying the average IQ for a black person is “70″. 

Let us say for the sake of argument that this is true.

The trans atlantic slave trade began in 1619 when the first West Africans were brought to Jamestown. West Africans who did not speak or read any English and were forbidden from learning to read or write in this new language. Who were forced to work from sun up until sundown over many generations in an environment where access to education was denied to them. Slavery officially ended in 1865 when the 13th amendment to the United States constitution was ratified. That is over 350 years of non-education and learning English only by ear.

After 1865 America entered into what was known as the Reconstruction Period. Blacks were “free” in the sense that they could no longer be kept as slaves, but white leaders implemented laws designed to keep blacks both disenfranchised and dependent on the structure slavery had built. This was done through Sharecropping. Blacks worked the land owned by someone else and gave the land-owner a share of the crops.This was one of the few and only ways blacks could earn a living in a nation where they had no education. 

This was further extended into the Jim Crow Era, where “Separate but Equal” was enforced until 1965 when Brown vs The Board of Education first served to dismantle it. 

Blacks could not vote. This was enforced through the “grandfather clause” which stated that someone could only vote if their grandfather had the right to vote. And since blacks were descended from freedmen who came from slaves, this was coded language used to target them specifically.

Blacks could not use the same facilities whites had access to, and when they could, they were often mistreated. This meant that schools were taught by people who had to teach themselves, who were previously farmers, who were previously slaves with no education and no formal understanding of the English language itself beyond what they could pick up. 

This period also marked the return of the KKK through D.W. Griffith’s “Birth of a Nation.” Black towns and businesses, most notably Black Wall-Street were destroyed by angry whites who were upset at the progress blacks were making. So they used violence and fear to knock them back down. Supported by a government who also shared these same ideals, they were of course largely successful.

And this continued until 1965.

Do you know how long ago that was? 51 years ago. 

My father  was born in 1936. My mother was born in 1954. 

My sister was born in 1975 and she was the first person in our immediate family to receive what could be considered a cohesive education. I was burn in 1991.

We have had one generation, as a family, to get our shit together . And the only reason we even had that launchpad, was because my father was light enough to have “White” listed on his military ID. So he had access to things other black people did not have, including my mother.

My mother did not go to an integrated school until she was in 8th grade. That means she had 9th, 10, 11th, 12th– 4 years. 4 years of a “quality” education and was somehow expected to make a life for herself in a place that didn’t even want her using the same bus.

Those “ghetto’s” are the remnants of segregation. Those black children who struggle in school are the product of centuries of exclusion, violence, and discrimination and a country that still thinks of and treats them as lesser beings.

I will say it again: It is an INSULT to my intelligence when white nationalists will spout these numbers and figures without any context, ignorant of the history and the conditions that bring these results. My IQ is 127 132  [just took a test to write this post actually]. But that is not because I’m some special snowflake black. It is because I had the environment and the access to things and people that allowed me to develop this way. There are many black people who do and many who do not. 

If you are going to be a nationalist, then deal in facts. Deal in reality. Understand history, understand issues in their context, before you open your mouth to say some ignorant ass shit just to shake your head and lament on the sad state of nonwhites around you. BE INTELLIGENT. Think beyond the narrow view of the racist propaganda that’s shoved in your face just because it makes you feel good you’re “not like that.”

If you stopped trying to feel better than everyone else and did a little research , you would see and understand where a lot of these issues that plague many different communities come from. But most of you that I’ve seen have no interest in that. Most of you will just grab the first link off some backwater website that confirms whatever prejudice you already hold and drop it into a thread like you’ve just said something profound while everyone else applauds and nods in approval. And the second someone pops in to criticize it, you’re rarin’ to go with more propaganda. 

Human beings are unique. We’re all alarmingly similar and different at the same time. I’m not going to pretend like the black community is without flaws, I call black people out on their shit too, but this issue just really irked me so I had to write a post about it.

Every race has beautiful and unique things about them. Every people has a history and a culture that goes deeper than a picture or a statistic, and its by educating ourselves and working to understand as much as possible that our knowledge grows. I could not in good conscience participate in a discussion that did nothing but slam white people. I’ve made some petty posts in the past in retaliation to some of the racist and entitled things some white people have said, and a part of me regrets them, but I cannot believe with any amount of sincerity that pro-black has to be anti-white.  So why cant the opposite be true?

Why is everything pro-white rooted in anti-blackness? 

Why do you have to feel better than me in order to feel good about yourself?

I can love my skin and yours at the same time.  

Why can’t you?

*Friendship Rings*

So I saw a comic today on my dash, and a request from another person in the community asking just about anybody to write a fanfic about it.

So I thought, why not step up to the plate for once? Even trash like myself can write a drabble on stuff like this >;3c Mind you I’m not that great of a writer, so I’m terribly sorry if it doesn’t come out as any of you imagined ;v;)

Original idea here

Original comic here

@reapthis76​ Hopefully this is good enough for you!! <33

Edit: I felt super guilty for using the joke without crediting the person who made it in the tags, so thank you so much to @infinite-atmosphere for your inspiring tags!! The post where they made them is here >;3c

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anonymous asked:

I'm a larrie and I don't really get this 'big larries lies!!', you are always so good to discuss things with and I'm always up for different opinions on things, so... I follow a lot of larry/larrie blogs obviously and some do post about "recipes" but 90% it's from an anon and the OP almost always say that they can't say if the story/information it's false or not. I never believe those things... I'm not sure if you understand that most people don't? If it's a story people mostly think it's cute.

im really glad u asked anon…seriously. bc antis can go on about “big larries lie!!!” all the time w/o elaborating so ur question is valid. and it gives me the opportunity to lay it all out as best as i can! thanks to @thelarrative for tagging stuff properly so i could find all of these posts! otherwise my undocumented ass would’ve been searching for years! 

okay let’s get started (we’ll go larrie by larrie):

vansandburberry: lied about danielle leaving during the x factor taping. someone who was actually there said that was a lie, that danielle stayed the whole time and left with louis.

lapelosa: hoo boy. perhaps the biggest liar of them all. claimed she knew briana did not give birth by saying “Yes I know the whole story is fake” but failing to give any sources. when asked if she knew “for a fact” if larry was still together, she simply said “yes i do”. no sources, no elaboration. just a yes bc DUH. who needs evidence or proof when you have lapelosa’s word. said she knows for “a fact” that azoff signed the whole band, that larry are definitely engaged to be married (from a reliable mysterious he/she-who-cannot-be-named-but-most-definitely-exists-of-course), that there “is no baby” in this lovely post that compiles her lies together.  a continuation on that whole azoff thing she claims to know in this post. on top of all of this…an anonymous entity submitted this story to lapelosa about meeting the tattoo artist at bondi ink who’d done louis’ dagger for him…it reads like a poorly, cheesily written fanfic, the most notable quote becoming larrie jargon: “the rose has already been taken care of”. to lapelosa’s credit she simply posts it and thanks the submitter for the story however the post gains almost 10k notes and as an anti blog at the time, i was FLOODED with anons quoting this bullshit at me and saying i’d lost. when lo and behold…the tattoo artist debunked the entire thing thru an instagram post that has now been deleted. but was the original submission updated with this debunk? nope! it was not! allowing it to conitnue on into internet eternity where unsupposing larries who’ve never heard the story to consider it as #fact (the debunk photo was posted by another larrie on this list however it only received 22 notes vs the 9k+ ppl who saw the original).

worshippedlove: has this document where she supposedly compiles all of the things she’s been told by “people” over the years about louis and harry being spotted together. source for the specific story in this post is ambiguous, story is exaggerated and details that actually place louis and harry together have been filled in (i.e. tattooed guy immediately became louis, no questions asked even though it could’ve been anybody with tattoos). 

conscious-ramblings: told a complete lie about Joe McElderry’s coming out under the guise of her supposedly “working in music” 

srslycris: talked complete nonsense about simon being “a wreck” over “a lawsuit” being waged by the entire band that aligned with the larries’ “it’ll be march soon” mantra. when march came and went without event, cris here had to do some improvising which proves to make absolutely no fucking sense.

aaronbutterfield: a “journalist” (i use that term oh so lightly) pretended to be “brand new” to the larrie culture when he wrote a heavily biased article on larry and why “things were shady”. turns out that was a big lie! @britishsoldierharry carried out the difficult task of exposing aaron for his larrie twitter likes and discovered that he actually wasn’t that new to the whole larry conspiracy after all! and to make matters even more sketchy…he then proceeded to unlike all larry-centric tweets sometime after britishsoldierharry created the original post! huh! fancy that. on top of this, he also said “no other celebrity child has ever had their birth certificate leaked” when that was a blatant lie. he also made this fucking ridiculous post that still makes my blood boil to this day about briana either “profiting off of someone’s closet” or “[sleeping] with a boybander all to become pregnant”, which he bases off of when he has interpreted she would have her first period (which ?????). uh huh. all the while not giving any sources as to how he KNOWS FOR A FACT all of that is true.

saracha33: misled her followers into believing that louis and harry were ALWAYS seen at the same time on the same day which….was proven to be very much not true.

lesbianslovelouis: the doll lady. convinced a very substantial portion of the larrie fandom that freddie was a doll (2 links there). was hailed for finding “the right doll” that was “obviously freddie”. was clearly wrong about freddie being a doll as he is very real and very lovely. a nice big fat lie that she never had to take responsibility for.

BONUS POST: @got-stars-in-your-eyes compiled this post a long time ago, which includes even more big larrie lies! rather than retyping them all out again, you can check out the post which includes other big larries like droppingtheveilofmaya, tellmethisisnotlove, zenlikejen, larryappreciation and more.

a bonus tidbit: this happened just before i ever ventured into the larrie tumblr world so i am not the expert as to what the entire situation involved or who exactly was involved…but it’s evidence that big larries purposely lied to their followers and manipulated what they were posting in order to keep the conversation “on track” to their liking. the post exposing it all is an interesting read.

finally, i am super glad to hear you don’t believe everything you read. but unfortunately others do not operate this way. u will just have to trust me when i say that larries do buy into this stuff and often do bring it up when they talk to me. i’ve had this blog for a year and had to constantly debunk stuff that i’ve debunked time and time again bc multiple larries buy into what the big larries are feeding them. it’s not good, seriously. and some larries will consider them facts until they’re called out on the bullshit and then retreat back into “it was just a headcanon it’s not that deep!!!!!!” which can be frustrating.

anyways, that doesn’t really even begin to scratch the surface with these larries but it’s enough to get a rough idea of the way these people behave! let me know if u have any questions at all :) 

Why I think T!ffany isn't a good rolemodel

Okay. We all know that $NSD is Korea’s national girl group and with that their name that literally means Girl$’ Generat!on implies that they are somewhat expected to show an ideal for the girls of the generation today. Because of 9/30 I think that they shouldn’t be looked up but I can’t generalize them all since I do not have enough receipts to do that and there are a few members that still can redeem themselves. There’s only two that I can actually say that shouldn’t be role models but I do not yet have enough evidence for the other so let’s start with this one first.

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Quark’s Massively Massive Rec List, Pt. III

Part I | Part II

Not quite as long since the last one, but there’s been so much good fic in the fandom lately and if I’ve got to be sick at least let me do something useful with my time.

As before, this is an arbitrarily organized list of some of the best Hawke/Fenris fic I’ve enjoyed over the last few months. I apologize in advance if I’ve left someone off; while I tried to make a more cohesive effort to copy down everything I wanted to rec, I’ve almost certainly left some treasures off all the same.

Most of these fics female Hawke; most are also completed. WIPs will be marked in the label. I’ve also linked tumblrs where I know them, so if you’d like yours added to the list, please let me know!

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anonymous asked:

Imagine Steve keeping very detailed and personal journals throughout his life. Someone comes across these journals and discovers just how good Steve is at hiding his depression/PTSD. Cue Steve/anyone confrontation and platonic comfort.

After Steve was thawed out of the ice, Pepper Potts took it upon herself to retrieve some of his personal effects from where the Smithsonian had been keeping them in storage.  She had been good friends with the curator for years, so when she called up asking after Captain America’s belongings, he told her she was more than welcome to collect his things.  The only items on display in the museum were of little sentimental value.  Most of what he’d left in the Brooklyn apartment had been boxed up by the SSR, and donated by Peggy Carter when she moved on to establish S.H.I.E.L.D.  The exhibit mainly consisted of wartime relics: propaganda posters and mission reports from Steve’s days with the Howling Commandos, and Steve had made it abundantly clear that none of that was important to him.  

“Here we are,” the assistant curator chirped, setting a dusty filing box on the table in front of Pepper.  “I guess there wasn’t much to the place besides the furniture,” she admitted apologetically.

“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled either way.”

“Well, we’re happy to have been able to hold onto these for him.”  

Pepper gave her a wry smile.  “A bit different from a museum’s usual mission, isn’t it?”

“Returning the artifacts wasn’t covered in my graduate program, no,” she laughed.  When the lid was lifted, it was clear nothing had been disturbed for quite some time.  No dust had gotten inside, and the tags denoting each item were yellowed, with elegant, faded handwriting.  Pepper imagined that they were old enough to have been written by Carter herself.  “Let’s see.”  The assistant curator carefully pulled a string of painted wooden beads from the box, letting them pool in the palm of her other hand.  “Mrs. Rogers’ rosary,” she read from the tag.  “Recovered from Captain Rogers’ rucksack.”

“Oh, he’ll definitely want that,” Pepper told her, and the woman placed it gently in the new box she’d brought over to send back to the tower.

“Aaand…there’s some recipe cards, his parents’ wedding rings, a copy of the Hobbit…”

“Yes to all of them.”

“Alright.  Some sketchbooks?”  Pepper’s eyebrows were the only thing that gave away her surprise.  She hadn’t know Steve was an artist.  He’d certainly never drawn anything when anybody else was around to see.

“Yes.  Please.”  Pepper took one of the offered notebooks and out of curiosity, opened it to a random page.  In the corner was a quick sketch of a woman with smile lines by her eyes and a familiar shape to her mouth.  Below that, he’d written “I wish she’d stayed like that forever.”

The next page was one of Bucky, in dirty work clothes with stooped shoulders.  “He says I ain’t a burden, but he’s carrying me anyway.”   Each sketch was dated and accompanied by what must’ve been the thought that prompted the drawing to begin with.  It wasn’t a sketchbook; it was a journal.  She flipped through a few more pages, before placing the book in the carton and picking up the next one.  It was clearly from the war, and as she got closer to the back of the book, the more she felt like she was no longer looking at observations, but depictions of a nightmare.  She closed the journal.  All of the others were packed up without being opened.

The next day, she left her hotel near the museum and headed to Steve’s apartment in D.C.  He was obviously surprised to see her, but smiled warmly anyway and took the box from her, offering a cup of coffee.

“So, what brings you to Washington, Miss Potts?” he asked.

“Oh, you sound like JARVIS.  My name is Pepper,” she told him.  “And I’m actually here to see you.”

“Oh?”  She could hear the wariness seep into his voice, hiding under the hospitality.

“Yes.  But just you, Steve.  The suit stays on the hanger, I promise.  I hope you don’t mind, but I have a friend at the Smithsonian, and I asked her for some of your stuff.”  Pepper patted the box on the table beside her.

“My stuff?”

“Some of the personal effects that Agent Carter had in SSR storage.  From your old apartment.”

“Oh,” he said quietly.  “Thank you.  You didn’t have to, really.”

“It was the least I could do.  I know this hasn’t been easy.”  She took a breath, steeling herself, and hoping she wasn’t about to ruin what trust he had in her.  “And I owe you an apology.  I…When we were sorting through your things, I came across some sketchbooks.  Or, at least, what I thought were sketchbooks, but they, um, looked privates so, I’m sorry for looking at them.  I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.”  He looked at her in surprise, and he was younger than her, she realized.  Captain America looked no older than the graduate students she worked with at Stark Industries, but she felt like she was about to receive a lecture from the principal for being so rude.  Instead, he said,

“It’s okay.  I haven’t had much in the way of privacy for a while now.  Gotten used to it.  But you’re the first person who’s at least had the decency to be sorry.”  Pepper heaved a relieved sigh, and then figured she might as well go for broke.  If he didn’t like her for it, at least she wouldn’t have to leave him looking so sad, knowing that she could’ve done more.

“Permission to completely overstep my bounds?”  Steve bit his lip, eyebrows scrunching together just the slightest bit, but eventually nodded and said,

“Permission granted.”

“I know,” she began, “that in your memory, psychologists were scary, and usually led to asylums, and there was a lot of shame surrounding them.  Up until very recently, people avoided them, but it’s different now.  You have to be sick of hearing that, but I promise this one’s true.  People go to therapy now when they’re going through rough times, or having trouble adjusting…A lot of soldiers go.  After they get back from the war.  I think you would benefit from seeing someone.  I know I did.  When Tony…well, he was captured…for a long time.  And it was difficult, even after he came back, so I started going to therapy.  It helped life seem more manageable.”  `

Steve was quiet for a moment, staring at his huge hands wrapped around the steaming mug.  She could only see the top of his head, but didn’t miss the slight nod that followed.  His hands tightened around the ceramic, and she reached out to lay one of hers on his wrist, giving a gentle squeeze before the cup could shatter.  He looked up at her with watery eyes, but forced some measure of composure into his voice to say,

“Thank you.”