feeling the weight of the world

Ugh P.8 [Peter Parker] [Soulmate AU]

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Pairing: Peter Parker x Female!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, more angst, mentions of pain etc

A/N: This still feels a little rushed to me, but also not?? I dunno. If I forgot to tag you, pls shoot me an ask or a msg! I lose track of things, esp my taglist ;-; Also- I swear I love you guys <3

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It took everything in him to be able to say those words to you. He wanted to let you say whatever it was you had to say, even though he was sure he didn’t want to hear it. He wanted to say he was strong enough to just be friends with you- to get to know you and learn you but not be able to love you. It would be a lie, but he didn’t have to tell you that. Still, it should be better this way, shouldn’t it? He could keep you safe from a distance. No one would suspect that you knew he was Queens hero. He also wouldn’t have to know you- so it wouldn’t hurt so much, right? He’d be fine right?

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The Long Trip

These are the days of fuel efficiency

though we don’t walk much.

There are cars that are faster

than ours, whose drivers don’t signal

when they switch lanes;

I get angry and yell things.

You said you wished we were already there

one eye on the GPS

It’s like a video game

although there’s no reset button.

It speaks of proximity and placement

in the comforting female voice of a British guide.

When we feel adventurous

we have the voice measure us

in kilometers

we refuse to do the math in our heads

we drive for approximate miles.


Through the windshield the world

is a looping background,

everywhere we go

strip malls and names we understand

but don’t completely recognize.


You say, the average car weighs 3,000 pounds.

We never think about

what force it takes to move us,

why we put on so much weight

just to avoid this oppressive loneliness of ourselves.

We save time.

We drive how many drills into the earth

To get to the next parking lot

of the next great deal?


The GPS says it’s only 212 kilometers

until we turn right

our destination, it assures us,

will be on the left.

To all my siblings I’ve lost

I love you. I love you so much. 

And though you’re no longer with us, I feel your presence with me every day. It’s an enormous weight to carry knowing your spirits follow me, but I bear it gladly. Your time in this painful world is over, and now it is up to us, the living, to continue the important work you began for us. To make this world a safer place, for us and for everyone. Safe from violence, including that which we inflict upon ourselves. 

I pray that today, and every day, your rest is tranquil and easy. Your work is done in this world, and I think I speak for all of us when I say that we will do all we can to carry it forward. 

On this trans day of remembrance, know that you are remembered. 

For those of you stil alive, still fighting every day, I am so, so proud of you. Keep up the good work. We all are. 

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you’re running down a gleaming hall in a light, frothy ballgown the colour of honey-blossoms, past endless tussore-silk curtains which conceal dusty portraits that have long since lost their shine. you are lost, set adrift in your own enchantment, caught between all that is and all that could have been

you’re lying on a field of wildflowers with your best friend, the sullen murmur of bees shouldering their way to your ear. popping a strawberry in her mouth, she smiles at you sleepily, her hair curling delicately around her warm sun-drenched eyes, and your heart catches in your throat at the curve of her cherry-stained lips 

you are in the driver’s seat, speeding down highways, dusky light illuminating the old car. the streets are empty on this shadowy night but every time you turn the wheel excitement surges through your veins and you feel as if you could go on forever

it’s late evening and you’re trembling and trying not to cry because it’s like the whole world is on your shoulders and you’re going to fall with the knowledge that no one is there to catch you. your sister takes your hand with a sigh and tells you gently that it’s alright, things will get better and someday you will find your way home

you’re sipping pomegranate tea and walking through an art museum, eyes filled with childlike wonder at the paintings hanging off the wall. you feel a weight lift inside you and think maybe true love and happy endings do exist, after all

Dear Signs, It’s Okay

Dear Aries,

You are a fireball of energy, blazing through life. You want to savor it’s rawness and be strong in all your might, and you are strong. But it’s okay to cry, and let the softer parts of yourself show- even for a moment- even if it’s just to yourself. Because deep down, through all that strength and valor, you still have the innocence of a child. Not everyone will understand what it’s like to be so authentic in the core, and that’s okay. You are you, in all of your wholeness and that should be shameless. Your childlike innocence doesn’t take away your strength, it gives you an impenetrable shield.

Dear Taurus,

When you look in the mirror, what do you see? Do you love the person staring back at you, Do they fit the definition of what you find as beautiful? Look deeper, past the skin, past the tangible, and feel- do they feel Beautiful- If not, why not? If the answer has anything to do with other people, listen close. Beauty is subjective but you embody it, you are Earth in her purity, natural and cunning. It’s okay if you don’t always see, but always try to feel it. People don’t always understand the beautiful things in life and that’s okay, as long as you are aware of it yourself- you are akin to a flower blooming. No matter the petals, you are aromatic, intoxicating. Not everyone stops to smell the flowers, but take this as a reminder you always should.

Dear Gemini,

You are a whirlwind of everything around you, and it’s quite remarkable. No one can pin you down, as you can hardly grasp yourself. You are a curiosity, as no one understands you, some days you don’t understand yourself. That’s okay, life is about perpetual learning, and not just about knowing. Knowledge may bring comfort, but it doesn’t secure it. You are a tornado, and it’s natural not everyone can keep up, and that’s okay. You are light-hearted being, with light that needs to dance and smile. Don’t let anyone take your smile away, and or erase the many facets of who you are. With so many faces, you aren’t fake, you’re just multi-dimensional.

Dear Cancer,

You are sensitive and passionate, with a hard shell protecting everything you love. Life comes to you in phases, and you follow your passions wherever they may lead you. You shine brightly in the dark, when all is still. You are a contradiction, like most wonderful things- hard on the outside with a softness inside, both nurturing but harsh. It’s okay to be all of these things, and it’s okay to trade them out through time. You are the moon, and the moon is constantly reinventing herself.

Dear Leo,

You love fearlessly and boldly, and not everyone can handle that. Some are blinded, some are envious, but that’s okay, as long as it doesn’t dull who you are. You shine for those around you, because you love them and you need to know they love you too. It’s okay to love like you do, it’s okay to shine as bright as you do. You have a childlike adoration, and attention serves as validation. Praise strokes the fire in your heart, just remember not everyone has learned about love in it’s pure form. Love them as you would any other stranger, because they need it just as much, but don’t let it drain you. It’s okay to love the world, just know when to it’s time to move on, and be someone else’s sunshine.

Dear Virgo,

You are the oil in the gears that make the world run smoothly. You are anxious, making double sure you’re perfecting your part in the world. It’s natural to want to feel appreciated, as you do so much for others. You might not always do the glamorous things, or be in the center, but you always are doing something. It’s okay to want to be thanked, it’s okay to want to be adored- because you deserve it. Just know, you have to appreciate yourself before anyone else does. Some people don’t see all of what you do, and you can’t change that. You can change who you service, and you can change how you percieve yourself. Always remember to adore yourself, and give yourself credit for everything you do. Without you, this world would be chaos, so remember you are important.

Dear Libra,

Who are you ? I’m sure you ask yourself this quite a lot, and it’s okay if the answer changes daily. It’s okay if the answer changes, because whether you believe it of not, there is no definite answer. People around you may seem solid in who they are, but their not, and that’s okay too. You are not less than them, and you a more than just a reflection, even if that’s others see you. Your identity is fluid, and it changes based upon the people- and that’s why being alone sometimes can be so scary. You are left unarmed as to who you are, with only the scraps of thoughts to keep you together. And sometimes those thoughts aren’t so pretty, and that’s okay, because you’re also more than what ugly thoughts have to offer. You are beautiful, in and of yourself, you are an egnima.

Dear Scorpio,

You are a curious being plopped in a curious world. There is so much mystery, so much hidden depth. Of course you want to explore it all, to you, there is no such thing as an unanswerable question, and every wonder has a right to be answered. This frightens the world at large, because the world isn’t always ready for the truth you bring. It’s okay that you wonder those questions, no matter how dark or taboo. This isn’t a fault with you, because the world is heavy in denial. This is your virtue, because you walk the path so many are hesitate to glance down. Always ask, always discover, always seek, just remember security isn’t always found in the answers. Sometimes the answers break the security you thought you had, and this begs more questions. It’s okay to vulnarable, it’s okay to be exposed sometimes, especially to those who mutually love you, as you love them. Perhaps it’s this way, you’ll find the answer you’re looking for through yourself? But that’s just another question you’re going to have to answer- and it’s okay if there’s more after that.

Dear Sagittarius,

The world is an adventure, and an experience to indulge in. You are a wildfire, untamed and wild, It’s okay to wander. Beings like you aren’t meant to be caged, you are meant to drift and discover, to teach all those who listen. It’s okay to want to befriend the world, just remember not everything is friendly. You know this, but you’re brave and luck always seems to be on your side. It’s okay to believe in luck, always count your stars while you can. If by some stroke of chance you loose them, know that you can always find them again, or better, create your own lucky stars.

Dear Capricorn,

The world is dark, it is hollow, but you fill a much needed crack within it. You are the cement that holds the foundation for many different people, and that’s why the world feels so heavy. It’s okay to feel brittle after holding so much weight for so long. It’s okay to feel exhausted, because this world is mericiless and you brave it well. Your ambitions is what carries you and the ones you love. Just remember, you are also human, and not a machine, even if others don’t see it that way. Remember that, it’s okay to rest, and that you can always carry on in the morning.

Dear Aquarius,

When people imagine colors that don’t exist, they think of you. You function on a plane that many people never ventured on, because so many people are afraid of what they don’t know. You embody what people are afraid of, not because you’re scary, but because you’re different. Different- that’s an adjective that’s used so much in reference to you, it’s practically a synonym to your name. You are just you though, and that’s the magic of it. It’s okay if people don’t understand you’re unique sense of self, it’s okay if they don’t understand your compassion for the world. Its okay if some nights are lonely because you feel misunderstood, some things aren’t meant to be understood by everyone. You aren’t alone for this, you are united because of it. It’s through your eccentricity that will bond you with the few people that truly understand.

Dear Pisces,

The world consumes you, as you unknowingly consume it. You a radar of sensitivity, picking on the undercurrents that most people don’t notice. Some days it feels like your drowning in those waves, and no one understands. They don’t, and that’s okay. They don’t understand you, because often times, they are half blind to the world around them. You hold unimaginable depth, and some people don’t know how to handle that. You are a sponge, soaking up the world’s vibrations and empathy. This may seem like a curse, but it’s a blessing to see the world so vibrantly. This world consumes you, but that’s okay, because you also have the power to capture it.


*check sun & moon*

Let’s promise each other something: because darling, oh darling. I know you want to press pause on the movie that is your life, because I do, I do. And I know you sometimes get so tired of carrying the weight of the world on those slim shoulders. I know you look into the mirror and see plain features and feel roaring waves of inadequacy, I know, I know.

I know you’ve got a little voice whispering inside of you you’ll never be good enough. I know you try to protect yourself, to shield yourself to not care because you fear the heartbreak that comes with caring to much but doing this makes you put yourself on the sidelines, makes people stop inviting you and I know, God, I know how much this hurts.

So let’s promise each other something: whenever this happens, this little voice trying so hard to protect us and only winding up hurting us: let’s promise each other to cry a little, to cry a lot. To take a shower, to listen to music and really, truly listen, think about nothing else. To write about wanting to give up but to keep on going, to eat something healthy too, even if we eat up a whole pack of potato chips or chocolate cookies, to grant ourselves this small reprieve instead of hating ourselves afterwards for the way we can pinch our belly between skinny fingers.

Listen to me, please, let’s promise each other to take a walk, to walk past a bridge or a body of water, to admire the darkness but remember the coldness and to keep on going. Remember that stranger that smiled, the one that helped you reach a high shelve, that picked up some change and gave it back, to remember the bus driver that waited on that busy intersection to let you get on, to remember all those little kindnesses from strangers you’ll never forget and to remember that we, too, have got so many little kindnesses to give and that there must be a stranger out there somewhere that remembers these plain features, these brown eyes and not so white teeth.

Let’s promise each other, that, please, please, but let’s also promise each other to sometimes let go and cry and to look after ourselves. Let’s remember that being kind and nice and good does not mean letting people walk over ourselves. And let’s define ourselves: if we like to be alone, sometimes, if we like to close the curtains against the world and drown in music and song, why be jealous of that one friend that is always talking to someone if the mere idea of holding more than three conversations is exhausting. If you love that girl everyone else seems to find annoying, hold steady to it, say “I like her and I like you and is there a problem?” because nothing will feel worse, and of this I am so absolutely certain, nothing will feel worse than betraying yourself.
Darling please, let’s promise each other, that on those lowest moments, on those darkest nights, when we feel like no one will love us ever, we’ll think of our achievements, even if they were something that feels so small and insignificant, like eating one cookie less or getting out of bed, if we were proud of them they matter and so do we. So do we.

And let’s promise each other we’ll think of our families, or about the friends we’ve had and that even though it always felt like we were the second choice, we were a choice, so they wanted us in their lives. Let’s think of the stranger we once helped, and think that maybe they remember us. Let’s think of the things that we love, and let’s think about the fact that the CO2 we expel from our lungs feed plants and bacteria and that we matter. That we have done some good in this world and that hopefully we’ll be able to do some more. That everything will be all right someday as long as we keep going.
Darling, let’s promise each other, that though we are strangers that may have never met, I’ll love you and you’ll love me, and we’ll think about each other sometimes, because we understand each other so perfectly, because I know that voice in your head as well as you know the ache in my bones and the tiredness of my eyelids, and we’ll keep on existing and breathing and loving and not giving up no matter how many times our heart breaks because we know they are not alone in breaking and so maybe, just maybe, they will not be alone in healing either because we will have each other to think of, to remember and to smile through the tears together.

When Mike saw Eleven (Spoilers but also my outlook upon it)

So many things were happening when El made her badass entrance back into the gangs life. 

But being the heavy Mileven shipper (Mike and Eleven shipper) that I am, I was waiting for his reaction the most. The way that they produced his reaction to seeing her again was so so beautiful.

Like Mike was instantly at peace with himself maybe even the world, you could literally see the weight lift from his shoulders and how thankful he was to be in that room.

and then tHE SMIRK. LIKE HE WAS HIMSELF AGAIN WHEN HE SAW HER IN THE FLESH AGAIN. ITS LIKE HE BECAME “MIKE” AGAIN IN A SENSE.

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but the amount of vulnerability was so key in Mike’s scenes this season.

And for eleven

She looked happy to see them all (except Max for obvious reasons) but I feel like she came back to her family, but Mike, Mike is her home. He cared for her before anyone else would and I feel like this was so essential and the amount of character development in this season was CRAZY.

But her expression moved mountains. Like she was all badass looking until she saw Mike and she became soft and emotional and that is how you knew (if you didn’t know already) that she was in love with Mike. They are home for each other. 

the amount of peace in this scene was so wholesome okay!

It made me (and probably several others happy asf) I love Stranger Things but this was my favorite scene by far. 

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Moon Signs “The Grudge”🐺🦅🕷

•Aries Moon: “the erratic anger” 🐲

Aries moons when slighted can take on an aggressive stance. They’re both emotionally overbearing and slightly uncompromising once they’ve perceived themselves as disrespected especially by someone they care about. That being said there anger is not set in stone. Unlike most moon signs Aries is almost incapable of holding on to an emotion for the sheer fact that mars is an impulsive and fire-to-boom type of planet so in a sense one emotion felt one moment is quickly scorched into another. They forgive easily but in a sense they’re not forgiving you they just don’t relate to the previous emotion they felt so passionately a moment ago. They cut people off without knowing it and can slowly but surely lose interest in someone after being hurt to much and it’s impossible to get them to care the way they did again once that point is reached.


Moon in Taurus: “the silent anger”🐌

ah Taurus in itself although ruled by Venus is still a fixed sign. All of the fixed signs handle this differently though and Taurus is the most interesting of the bunch. Anger and disappointment are felt very deeply but due to the well manners and nature nature of this moon they often choose to keep it to themselves and avoid confrontation. This is not done out of fear and isn’t something that is a “weakness” in fact a silent bull is the most deadliest of all. They make note of every slight and every misleading gesture until one moment the once silent bull chooses to strike and when they do it can be a slaughter. Once you bring them to an explosive moment they completely disappear emotionally. As an earth sign and fixed mode they do not forget and have a very hard time forgiving even if it’s blood.


Moon in Gemini: 🦋the snakelike anger🕷

ah mutable and an air sign? These natives are very fickle when it comes to grudges. They hold on to negative moments but they aren’t the types to fester over them. Gemini moons usually are serpent and two headed like when it comes to anger-on one end they’re fine-on the other they’re bringing it up in a underhanded and sly way. They have a very shadowy means of expressing discontent and can seem rather Aloof and then striking the next. Due to the two heads on this sign anger is processed through two different vibrations-the higher minded Gemini twin is above anger while the lower minded Gemini twin is all about getting even. They don’t hold on to grudges but they also don’t let go of things either.


Moon in cancer: “turbulent anger” 🌕🌘Cardinal and water, you see in this case we have an anger much like Aries that starts off hot but levels off at a random time frame. They can be intensely emotionally triggered and even to the point of complete isolation and dismissal-of the perpetrator. That being said this “I can’t stand you” more they present never last long and they can seemingly go back to normal after some time has passed. Being ruled by the moon has a lot to do with this and no matter where there Moon is located in their chart this shifting emotional state is often a constant and something that doesn’t easily stop. They do hold on to hurts and are the types to hold on to pain but it’s not in their nature to truly hold a hateful grudge against anyone no matter how bad they were done. They’re just to sensitive for it. This is the main reason why cardinal modes aren’t the most proficient at holding on to a grudge unless there ruler is in an fixed house.


Moon in Leo: “dramatic anger”🌪🔥

Okay-now Leo moons are a different story, they’re far more volatile than there sun counter parts and have a much more blazing anger than all of the moon signs combined including Scorpio. Much like there other fixed siblings Leo does hold on to hate and very passionately at that. Once they’ve been hurt by someone it is ingrained as a burn mark deep on their heart and it’s something that never leaves their mane even as it grows grey. They are very explosive when it comes to rage and can be engulfed by it-it takes them quite some time to calm down and because they feel things so strongly as a fixed fire element it can be a gladiator match trying to calm them. They don’t easily forgive and even if they do much like Gemini they will constantly bring it up and not in a sly way they will litturly express there discontent whenever they can.


Moon in Virgo: “cold anger”⛓⚰️

Virgo moons are a bit scary when they’ve been slighted, there’s an icy and almost below zero overturn that occurs. The warmth disappears-the effort non existent. You can go from seeing them every where to nowhere at all. They can seem completely void of any or all feeling when it comes to you and almost take on a mechanical and pre rehearsed nature when it comes to those who slighted them. Being mutable and I’m earth an already silent element these natives can seem rather detached and uncaring from out of nowhere but that’s the danger with Virgo-they everything you do and although all may seem well the mistakes you make around a Virgo moon don’t just have consequences-they are loss itself. As for grudges? No they don’t hold grudges they simply get rid of you.


Moon in libra: “the polite shrug anger”⚖️

ah cardinal air! Now unlike cancer and Aries libra moons are actually quite serious when slighted. They take their emotional nature very seriously and are very sensitive and once they perceive there emotions are being put in second fiddle they can not only become dismissive but they can start avoiding you all together. They’re not into sticking around for the giggles and once they feel as though you shown no mercy to their feelings they lose the ability to connect to the sympathizing nature for yours. They don’t necessarily hold grudges but they do stop caring and it can be hard to reach them beyond their kind demeanor once this has been reached. They don’t hold grudges simply because it takes up to much energy-they just shrug you off.


Moon in Scorpio: “insatiable anger”🕯⏳

Well now we come to the notorious moon in Scorpio! Fixed water? Of course they hold grudges right? Well there’s a lot more to it than that. Scorpio moons are actually fairly capable of letting things go and moving on-the thing here is that their watery nature moves their emotions along-they don’t allow malice to stunt their growth. Scorpio moons perceive pain as a transformative push into bettering themselves and remaining sharp! So in that sense although they are vindictive and intense once set off they usually explode once and then keep it moving. Most cases scorpio moons have a huge amount of emotional restraint and can be hard to trigger because of their knowledge of how sneaky people can be. They do hold grudges but it’s in Pluto’s nature to jot things down. But the mars influence keeps them from lingering on it.

So yes to grudges and does that mean they won’t eat you up and spit you out? Oh like hell they will.


Moon in Sagittarius:”the drifting anger”🔮

Sagittarius moons being that they are mutable fire and being that in my personal experience mutable signs are the most ruthless when it comes to anger-Sagittarius moons can be extremely dismissive once slighted. Sagittarius moons outright become disgusted once being hurt by someone and see it as a flaw on their part for falling for it. They can sulk and lose their flame for a bit but once it’s recollected they treat that abuser as a forgotten memory or better yet an already traveled destination that’s already been there and done that. They usually don’t hold grudges but they don’t necessarily rekindle either. Once they’re finished they keep it going and don’t look back especially if it was something romantic.


Moon in Capricorn:”collected anger”🛡

Now Capricorn moons are more harder to read once slighted. The note worthy difference is they become very inward-their presence seemingly disappears and they ice you out. They can seemingly act as if you aren’t there or like you’re a complete stranger without a second thought. Saturns influence here is very judgy and because Saturn is so heavy these natives often feel very foolish once they’ve been betrayed or hurt and often blame themselves first but once this moment of tribulation is over they are often “different” following the incident. They are no longer the same person and never will be. Saturn killed off the less perceptive side and is making way for a more wiser individual. Even if they do shed tears they don’t waste many and pick themselves up quickly. They do in fact hold grudges and keep them for a long time sometimes till death. The cardinal influence here doesn’t do much but keep them a little less “quite” about it but ultimately they just move on.


Moon in Aquarius: “absent anger”👤👥

Aquarius moons are dual ruled by Saturn and Uranus two polar opposites. Structure and chaos. They are often an immensely sensitive moon sign on their own and feel things incredibly deep. Saturns weightful presence and Uranus strong and overwhelming bolts seemingly from nowhere do take a toll. They can seem a bit unaffected by the world around them while internally they are a loud and high speed wind environment. Anger and pain are dealt with by Saturn in a quiet and almost detached way-while Uranus deals with the outside expression of it. They Become static-and don’t readily express there pain and some even deny it at first, but after some time they shut down and become completely unresponsive and closed off. Many distance themselves from the cause of there distress while others outright emotionally disengage. Once an Aquarius moon reaches the moment of emotional distance internally and externally there is no ability to reconnect so to speak. Once they shut you out they will still be sociable and civil because it’s in their nature but they will never emote around you or open up to you for any reason. If they love you romantically they will open up to you again after some years but it’ll take time. They do hold grudges but they don’t resonate with the anger they may be holding in and view it as a stranger living inside them.


Moon in Pisces: “misguided anger” 🌊🎲

Once more mutable water. Pisces moons are sweethearts and in a way they’re too sweet to hold a real life grudge no matter how tough they act-but in actuality this isn’t because they’re so kind hearted-it’s actually because Neptune and Jupiter’s influence creates a gap in their emotions. Jupiter exaggerated and over expresses while Neptune blues and confuses. They often feel lost when they’ve been hurt and slighted and often don’t know what to do with their feelings. Most times they just Become a voidless wall and seemingly disconnect from their situation all together. They may forgive you but this is a farce, what is actually happening is Jupiter is being benevolent and Neptune is creeping in the clouds waiting to cause a ripple. Pisces moons can actually be more frightening than Scorpio moons or dare I say Capricorn moons because there anger is hidden and evasive it’s something that creeps up on you from out of nowhere and without reason. Pisces moons always remember and what’s something else is they do hold grudges without realizing-it’s Neptune that is secretly holding on to everything and it’s Jupiter that tricks the outside with optimism and benevolence. Pisces can be dangerous when slighted especially by lovers and family.

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Kara Danvers vs. Kara Zor-El and the importance of Lena Luthor

I don’t know if anyone has written anything about this yet, but I have a theory about why Lena was the only person Kara was soft with on episode 3x01.

It’s nothing mind-blowing, to be honest, and I’d just like to say that while I totally believe Kara needs time to heal, she should not be snapping at those who love her.

but anyway…

Everyone else in Kara’s life besides Lena knows she is Supergirl; when they look at her, they see the hero they’ve put on a pedestal, and they expect more, they expect better of her – even though they’d probably never admit to doing so. 

The Super-friends need her to be Kara Danvers AND Supergirl, regardless of how hard being Supergirl actually is on her.

I believe deep down, Kara is saying “Kara Danvers” was a mistake not because it was (and is) what allows her to have real connections in life (after all, it wasn’t Kara Danvers who Mon-El fell in love with, it was Kara Zor-El; between the two of them, there was never the pretense of secret identities), I believe she’s saying that, because when she is Kara Danvers, it allows her to see she isn’t enough anymore: the world needs Supergirl, and her friends and family need her to be both.

And while it’s always Kara Zor-El who always has to sacrifice part of herself, who has to make tough decisions, it’s Kara Danvers who feels the weight of those choices; it’s Kara Danvers who feels the burden of being Supergirl (and it would explain this line since, once again, it wasn’t Kara Danvers who dated Mon-El, but Kara Zor-El).

So why would Kara renounce “being human” to be the very thing that weighs her down? The way I see it, and what the show constantly tells us, is that Kara and those around her truly believe Kara Danvers and Kara Zor-El are two separate entities, so if Kara stops being a Danvers (if she stops being human), she won’t have to feel the pain that being Supergirl brings her.

But ultimately Kara knows she can’t let that happen, because then we’d get Red!K Kara – and this episode is the closest thing we’ve seen of Kara behaving like Red!K without being infected by it.

And here lies the importance of Lena Luthor (and the importance of Kara keeping her secret identity from her).

I was going to ramble on, but Katie McGrath herself can explain my thoughts on this:

“It’s a relationship of equals. As far as Lena is concerned, Kara is Kara. Kara is not Supergirl. For Lena, she has a friend on the same level as her, who is fantastic at their job, is intelligent, smart, capable and strong. What’s lovely is it’s two normal women figuring out life together as friends. I think that’s what is important to Lena, that she has somebody where she doesn’t have to be the head of the company. She doesn’t have to be somebody’s daughter. She can just be herself. And, Kara can be that. She doesn’t have to be Supergirl or a reporter. She can just be the flawed human being that we are.”

When Kara is with Lena, she is reminded of the good aspects of being human; she is able to relax, take a step back and tell herself that it’s okay to feel, it’s okay to doubt oneself, it’s okay to make mistakes, because she sees all those things reflected back to her on Lena.

When Kara is with Lena, she’s allowed to simply be. And for someone who carries the weight of the world on her shoulders, I can’t imagine how important that must be.

And I think that’s why Kara couldn’t bring herself to snap at Lena, because somewhere in the back of her mind she knows fracturing or potentially ending her friendship with Lena would ultimately shatter her last real connection to Kara Danvers (and her humanity).

Kara can’t break Lena’s heart, because she would be breaking her own.


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Wrapped

Summary: In which being wrapped in your arms is the only place Bucky ever wants to be.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,363

A/N: Title of the fic and the fic itself are inspired by “Wrapped” by Gloria Estefan

Originally posted by rogers

Bucky thought he had seen all of the evil the world had to offer after the time he spent in captivity. Nothing, he thought, could compare to Hydra.

He was wrong.

Evil was everywhere. It was broadcast on the news throughout the course of the day. It was described online in horrific detail. It was talked about at water coolers, interspersed between tidbits of celebrity news and gossip. It was also hidden behind the scenes, in the hands of those who took advantage of their positions of power.

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Bruised (Richie/Eddie) 2/12

Summary: It’s 1993 and the summer from many years ago is dead and gone. Many have drifted apart from the Losers club and its at the point where there is no club at all. The atmosphere is cold just like the winter months and the only blushes to be found are the ones that are caused from the piercing spikes of cold that heat skin up. Being a teenage boy is hard; especially for the two boys that now count each other as strangers. In which both boys make a plan, but both disrupt each others.

Warning(s): Depression, angst and fluff throughout the whole series, suicide attempt

A/N: Im so happy at how much support part 1 got?? Thankyou all so so so fucking much ily all also!! credit to @finn-got-tall for an idea in one of the scenes!! (I wont reveal which scene bc i want people to just read) but ty lovely

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Eddie and Richie blinked at each other, stunned to see one another in such a strange coincidence. Eddie still had his hand up, but Richie still hadn’t took it. Richie merely brought his hand up that held the cigarette, taking a drag and allowing the toxic waste to decay against his lungs. Eddie visibly cringed at the sight, but stayed silent; he only continued to watch in hope that Richie would somehow step down. Richie took away the small stick, blowing the smoke out slowly and staring at Eddie through his large obnoxious eye glasses.

“Why are you here, Eds?” Richie asked, as if a day hadn’t passed since they last talked.

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It can be really challenging in today’s world for anyone — especially girls and women —to feel good about their bodies. No matter how things look from the outside, we can all be super critical of ourselves and of our image in the mirror. I’ve seen articles or comments that have addressed my weight of ‘caving to pressure to be thin’. Keeping weight on is a struggle for me — especially when I’m under stress, and especially as I’ve gotten older. That’s the way my genes have decided to go, and things will change as time goes on, as does everyone. So when completely untrue statements are made about me or my health, of course a part of me wants to defend. Thing is, people have a right to imagine what they want to imagine. My job at those moments is to tell myself the truth. Am I taking care of myself in a healthy way? Am I respecting myself and being responsible? And over and over, I answer yes to that question. Then I remind myself to be kind to myself, and as slightly ridiculous as it may sound, to treat myself in the same gentle way I’d want to treat a daughter of mine. It really helps.

Happy 29th Birthday, Emily Jean Stone! (November 6, 1988) ♥

Tickles and cuddles - Jack Kline x Reader

Title: Tickles and cuddles

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: You are on another hunt and you don’t want to let Jack sleep on the couch of the motel room once more so you offer your bed for sharing. After him asking you how to show affection and some tickles he ends up admiting he likes cuddling with you.

Originally posted by morweneledhwen

“There is no other option Dean.” you sighed “And no! He’s not sleeping on the couch!” you spoke up before he had the chance to retort.

“It’s big enough, (Y/n)!” Dean exclaimed and you gave him a harsh glare.

“Yeah, just like every one we’ve seen on all the motels we’ve slept in over the past two weeks! Oh and let’s not forget that in the last one he took the freaking floor! Forget it, my bed is big enough and Jack’s sleeping with me this time.” you huffed.

“This is ridiculous, (Y/n).” he rolled his eyes and you glared at him.

“If you don’t want to share a bed with Sam so bad then the couch is big enough.” you mocked him and he sighed.

“Whatever, I’m not gonna argue with you anymore. You do whatever the hell you want, but if you-” he pointed a finger at Sam “Don’t keep those freaking long limbs to your side I’m throwing you off the freaking bed.” he grumbled and Sam rolled his eyes.

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Capricorn anatomy
  • Mind: Calculative and refined, thoughtful and retentive, consumed with dreams and the voices of critique
  • Backbone: Holds up the weight of the world, the spine can feel sore from the pressure of expectaion
  • Heart: Wise and weathered, private, afraid of vulnerability, tremendously loyal
  • Feet: Set for high feats but remain grounded on earth
  • Unicorn Horn: The esoterically revered unicorn horn expresses through Capricorn and their penetrating vision into God's mind
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Meet Adam Rippon: Unapologetically Himself

I made [the decision to come out] because I remember when I was younger, and I was unsure of who I was or afraid of what other people might think, I looked to other people who shared their stories. And when they shared their stories it made me feel like I could really accept and I could really be myself. I thought it would be really important that, if I had the opportunity, I would share my story as well. Once I did that, I felt so much weight lifted off of my shoulders.

[…] Every day I go into practice, and every competition I enter, I feel like, you know what, the only thing holding me back is myself. The only thing holding me back is fear. So I’m gonna go into everything and be fearless. And I think being fearless is just unapologetically being yourself.

So who is Adam Rippon? I might not be the best technical skater, but I think I’m the best performer that’s out there in the world. And if you don’t think you’re the best, then who will? So I take that confidence and I put that into my performances. And I know that that’s what I have to offer. My secret weapon is that I really am just who I am when I go out there.

I see myself at the US Championships, getting my job done, and no one’s going to get in my way because I have gotten out of my own way. This season, I will be better than I’ve ever been before. And everybody better watch out.

Day 5: Insomnia - Keith

This is set at the beginning of season 3.  I don’t think there are any spoilers, but just a warning. Also, I’m really not sure of the timeline of events, so I’m making it up

I really like this one, I was getting so emotional writing the beginning, omg


Keith finds himself wandering the castle at three fifteen in the morning again.  Again.  

It’s going on four months since Shiro went missing, two months since Keith took over Shiro’s position, and he doesn’t sleep anymore. He tries, he really does - he’s exhausted and run down, and knows he needs sleep, but he just can’t.

Not when Shiro is missing and everyone expects him to be the leader.  He’s not cut out for it.  Shiro is the leader.  Shiro has this…innate sense for leadership.  He’s born for the role, not Keith.  Keith is a fuck up.  Keith screws up everything he touches.  Keith drives people away.  That’s why he tries so hard to keep everyone at a distance.

Shiro disappearing is just a stark reminder that everyone leaves.  Everyone leaves, and he can’t let himself get close to anybody else, because he looks up to Shiro so much and now he’s just so broken because his favorite person in existence is gone. No matter how much Keith tries, he can’t find Shiro.

Each time he lies down, he feels his body twitch with desperation and anxiety. Shiro’s face is behind his eyelids and in his dreams, and while it should be a comfort, all it does is make the hurt run deeper.  His chest has been aching and there’s been a lump in his throat since the moment they realized he wasn’t in his pilot’s chair, and Keith doesn’t know if he can take it anymore.

He needs Shiro back, he needs it like he needs air, because he’s a mess.  He’s okay when he’s with people, but the moment he’s alone, that’s when the gravity of the situation weighs on his shoulders. It’s too much.  It’s too much, and Keith isn’t sure how much longer he can handle it.  

He cries every night, to his dismay - he really hates crying.   

At this point, he’s gone two months without sleeping more than an hour or two a night and he feels dead on his feet.

Keith isn’t paying attention to where he’s going until he finds himself standing at Hunk’s door.  

He blinks heavily, swaying on his feet.

God, he’s tired.  

His body is screaming at him to rest, but he can’t.  

Hunk is suddenly in front of him. “Keith?”

“Oh, hey,” Keith says, shooting Hunk a very tired, worn out smile.

“What are you…it’s three thirty…why are you awake?”

“I…um…I couldn’t sleep,” Keith whispers, “did I wake you?”

“Yeah, but it’s-”

Keith’s eyes fills with tears, “I’m sorry.”

“No! No, no, it’s fine, I’m thirsty anyways,” Hunk lies quickly when he sees Keith’s face crumple.  “Since you’re up, come with me?”

Keith swipes at his cheeks, “yeah, okay.”

Hunk knows that Keith isn’t sleeping…everyone knows Keith isn’t sleeping, and they’re all worried.  Nobody’s quite sure how to broach the subject though, because the lack of sleep is making him snappy.  

Hunk takes a moment to study Keith’s face, which he can just barely see in the dim lighting.

Keith’s eyes are bloodshot and glassy, and beneath them are bags and deep purple bruises.  His face is void of any color, and Hunk pieces everything together.  

He’s sleep deprived, yes, and that accounts for a lot of his behavior recently. It can’t, however, fully be to blame for how slow and clumsy his movements have been, or how much he’s been struggling to process conversations.  Keith is low energy, and has been sounding increasingly run down, and Hunk finally realizes that Keith is definitely coming down with something.  

“Sit down,” Hunk instructs, pointing to one of the chairs at the counter. “Want anything?”

“Water?” Keith croaks out, grimacing at how dry his throat suddenly feels.

Hunk nods slowly, watching as Keith crosses his arms and sinks lower in his chair.  His eyelids droop, and he nods off briefly, but jerks awake a moment later when his head drops forward.

“Here,” Hunk says, placing a glass of water in front of him.

Keith stares at it for a full minute, blinking slowly before he shakes his head and looks at Hunk.  “Thank you.”

“Are you ready to go back to bed?”

Keith shrugs, “I think I’m up for the rest of the day.”

Hunk chews on his bottom lip, “How about we watch a movie, then?”

Maybe a movie will lull him to sleep.  

“Yeah…that sounds good,” Keith nods.  He sniffles and rubs at his nose that’s suddenly doing an impressive imitation of a faucet.

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It’s six am, and Hunk’s plan didn’t work.  

Keith keeps nodding off, and is slumped against Hunk’s side. Each time Hunk thinks he’s asleep, Keith jerks awake not long after.  

Initially, Keith was on the opposite end of the couch, but as he began to feel worse and worse, he inched closer and closer to Hunk until he’s pressed into his side.

Hunk’s wracking his brain to think of ways that will get Keith to stay asleep, because Keith really needs to get a decent night’s sleep.

Keith curls into himself as he goes into another chesty coughing fit. He shivers, and Hunk reaches for the blanket that’s draped on the back of the couch. As soon as the blanket is on him, Keith tries getting warmer and presses himself closer to Hunk.

“Are you alright?” Hunk asks.  He brushes his fingertips across Keith’s forehead and grimaces as Keith’s skin burns beneath his touch.

“M’tired.”

“I know…you have a fever.”

Keith is silent and then offers a weak, “Oh.”

He sits up, but he’s suddenly so exhausted that he can’t hold himself upright, and he drops down onto Hunk.  Keith grips his shirt tightly, eyes filling with tears.

“I don’t…I don’t feel good, Hunk.”

“Yeah?” Hunk frowns, “I didn’t think so.  Is there anything specific that’s bothering you?”

“I-I…I j-just…I d-don’t f-feel well,” Keith whimpers, sniffling miserably.

His entire body is aching and heavy, which Keith isn’t sure if it’s because he’s running a fever, or if it’s from sheer exhaustion. Everything hurts - head, throat, muscles; his sinuses are throbbing, and he can feel the congestion rattling around in his lungs with each inhale.   He needs to sleep.

“You want me to see if there’s anything that’ll help you sleep?”

“I have to find Shiro,” Keith mumbles, his tone verging on desperation.

“What does that have to do with sleeping?”

There’s a beat, and then, “If I sleep…I won’t be able to find him.”

“Keith, you can’t find him like this.”

“I know,” he moans, bursting into tears, “I’m useless.  I’ll never be a good leader, I can’t even find Shiro, why would black pick me?”

“Keith,” Hunk breathes, wrapping his arms around his feverish, emotional teammate. “Black picked you because you’re going to make a great leader, you’ve just gotta have a little faith in yourself.”

Keith says nothing, his face buried in Hunk’s chest. “But is that why you haven’t been sleeping? You think sleeping will stop you from finding Shiro?”

He stops crying after a few minutes and tightens his grip on Hunk’s shirt. “I try to sleep…but I can’t. Everytime I close my eyes, I see him.  And then I do fall asleep, and I have nightmares about him…I’m so tired…I just want to sleep.”

Hunk thinks for a few moments, “I’ll be right back.  I’m going to go get you something that will help with that.”

Hunk is gone and back before Keith is able to process their conversation.

“What’s that?” Keith frowns when Hunk hands him two small pills.

“Sedative,” He says. Keith shakes his head, the movement jerky and uncoordinated and it makes his head spin.  “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t…I can’t sleep,” Keith says in a small voice and grips Hunk’s shirt again. “What if something happens? I’m the leader…I have…I have to be alert.”

Hunk smiles softly, “You’re not going to be alert if you don’t get some rest.”

“But what if something happens?”

“Nothing will happen, and if it does, I’ll handle it.  You just need to sleep.”

Two minutes after Keith takes the pills, Hunk feels his grip on his shirt loosen. Keith’s hand falls limply to his side as he finally falls into a deep, dreamless sleep.

After Words

Summary: Bookshop AU. Reader finds a book with some handwritten notes inside and sets out to find the person responsible.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 6,690

Warnings: language, fluff, mentions of anxiety, one mention of PTSD, mentions of mental health issues, I love italicizing things, and I make fun of people calling other people snowflakes

A/N: This is for @whotheeffisbucky​‘s AU Writing Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate! Sorry if it’s a mess!

Originally posted by leafierleaf

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Currents

Author: @bread-jinie as part of the Bound series with @knockknocksoosthere and @kpopfanfictrash
Creative Content Contributors: @baebae-goodnight (for this INSANELY GORGEOUS MOODBOARD WOW)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: explicit sex; explicit language
Summary: Jin thinks he’s loved you since the moment he saw you, back when you were teenagers; Jin knows he’s been in love with you, the soul burning kind of love, since he saw you on your wedding day. He doesn’t mind that you don’t reciprocate on his level, he’s just happy to show you he cares. Until one day, he simply can’t anymore. Until one day, you realize you need to show him you care, too. 
Word Count: 16,535

Two days after your fourteenth birthday, your parents agree it is time to tell you that you are engaged.

When they call you into the kitchen, you find they are sitting beside one another - closer than you have ever seen them - and a slow panic begins to course through your veins. In the past, death was the only thing that could bring them together, the fading of a life forcing them into closeness if only to seek comfort in another equally as empty.

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