I'm one of your recent commissioners (my friend showed me your art at A-Fest and I fell in love) and I knew about your squids but I didn't KNOW about them. I just spent the last hour reading about them and dear god I'm in love. You do such amazing work I'm so excited to see mine and my friends characters brought to life by you!!
AHHHHH THANK YOU!!!
OMGGGGG OMG OMG I’M SUPER HAPPY YOU LIKE THEM!!! GOSH YOU ARE SO SWEET KAJDFKAJSDKFJASD I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY! :DDD
YOU JUST ALMOST MADE ME CRY WITH THIS ART OKAY OMG😍😍 AND YOU EVEN TAGGED NIGHTWISH IN THE DESCRIPTION, THANK YOU OH GOD I'M SO HAPPY
AWWWWW Maja, you don’t know how happy I’m to see you happy with my drawing. I really wanted to do something special for the fic and your drawings helped me a lot! I just have to thank you! And yes, girl, Nightwish was the best choice you made, and I’m in love with the song!!!!!!
not my favorite │ average │ cute │ adorable │ best │ ultimate fave
I LEGITIMATELY GASPED UPON SEEING THIS BABY……. OH MY GOD…………… OH MY GOD SHE’S SO HAPPY!!!!!!!! WHAT A GRIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love the BIG PUFF, and the little curly green parts, and the tiny body, and the BIG PUFF!!!!!!!!! if you dropped her (please don’t) she would be just fine! if i had a very large one, i would take naps on it! this is a huggable pokemon. just a wonderful baby in general. i want to be best friends with this pokemon, she looks really fun and cheerful! and soft!!!!!! yes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Thanks, Maggie. Love you,” Dex says, and Nursey’s heart stops beating for a moment. His lungs refuse to inhale or exhale. The muscles in his legs forget that they are holding up an actual person.
Then Dex’s eyes catch his, going wide at the interruption, and Nursey somehow finds it in himself to pretend that everything is exactly the same now as it was thirty seconds ago.
He looks away and heads for the fridge, his limbs remembering themselves once more.
“Hey, uh, sorry, I gotta go. Can I call you back?” Dex says into his cell phone on the other side of the Haus kitchen.
Nursey rummages through several pounds of butter in search of something edible. He silently repeats to himself his old mantra from Andover, from when he could barely see straight for the tears welling up in his eyes at every backhanded remark or micro-aggression. The mantra he used to train his emotions not to show themselves at every turn, the way they had done with abandon throughout his childhood.
“Write it down instead,” his sister suggested, when he confided to her his inability to keep things bottled up. And, after a time, that strategy seemed to work.
Write it down instead, he still tells himself now, at the end of his Sophomore year at Samwell, whenever the world becomes too much, whenever he feels suddenly as though his façade of always okay always fine always chill isn’t strong enough to handle the current situation.
Nursey begins to silently run through the words again in his head now, trying very hard not to analyze why he needs to.
“Um, so. How much of that did you hear?” Dex asks him, and luckily Nursey’s got his head buried so far into the freezer that he doesn’t have to cover his pained grimace.
“Not much, man, don’t worry about it. Hey, you think Bitty would murder us if we used his new oven for store-brand taquitos?”
He barely hears Dex’s reply, though, too busy faking normalcy. Too busy wondering who it was on the other end of Dex’s phone call that got to hear the words “I love you” from the guy, and so casually offered up that Dex must say it to her daily.
Peter and you had been seeing each other for quite some time – longer than he had imagined you staying with him, anyway. Five months of his life had been dedicated to you, romantically. Peter would never tell you, but he had dedicated his life to you since your first day at Midtown High. You had met Ned in one of your classes and he had convinced you to join the decathlon on your first day. Peter had owed him ever since that day.
It was hard for Peter to ask you out – hell, it had taken him a year to even tell you that you were pretty. So, it didn’t come to a surprise to him when he found himself too terrified to tell you how deeply he felt for you. He loved you – he loved the way you were smarter than him (you knew that, but you never made him feel insignificant), he loved that when you wanted to hold his hand you’d walk next to him and let your hands brush first (you’d start tapping his fingers with yours until eventually your hand engulfed his completely), he loved how when you found out he was Spider-Man you weren’t mad that he kept it from you (“I get why you couldn’t tell me – you have to promise me you’re going to come back… you have to come back to me.” “You’re the only reason I’ll always come back… a-and Aunt May, obviously.”). He loved you – he knew he did. He had tried to tell you so many times. But, what he didn’t know was that he had already told you he loved you – in so many different ways.
“You got me this?” Peter nodded at you. “You were in Berlin – fighting alongside the Avenger’s… and you found time to get me something?” Peter couldn’t fight the blush on his face even if he tried.
“I-It’s not a big deal. I saw it in the window. I don’t know, I just – it reminded me of you.” You smiled, leaning in to peck him.
“I love it.”
“Ugh, Pete,” you whined, your eyes welling up with tears. “It’s broken.” You held up the charm bracelet that Peter had given you for your birthday. “I’m so sorry,” a couple of tears had fallen and Peter was quick to reach up and brush them away.
“Hey, hey,” he cooed, “it’s just a bracelet, it’s okay.” You shook your head.
“I loved this gift – it’s my favorite bracelet.” Peter’s heart beat a little faster.
“Come here,” he whispered, “come on. Let me fix it.” And he was relieved to see the smile on your face as you made your way to him.
“I’m glad you came tonight, Peter.” You nudged him as you walked out of Liz’s house together, side-by-side.
“I am, too.” He smiled softly at you, stuffing his hands into his jeans pockets as you both fell into a comfortable silence. It was a cool night in New York and as Peter saw you wrap your arms around yourself he registered you had forgotten to bring a jacket. He automatically pulled his sweater over his head, straightening out his shirt. “Here,” he handed you his sweater. You shook your head.
“Peter, no. It’s fine, I’m fine.” He gave you a pointed look.
“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.” You reluctantly took the jacket and pulled itover yourself, feeling his scent overwhelm you and a smile ghosting on your face.
“Thank you, Peter.” You linked your arms together and pushed yourself up to kiss his cheek. Smiling when he turned red and mumbled a small ‘anytime’.
“I’m sorry that I’m ruining our date night, Peter.” Peter shook his head until he remembered you couldn’t see him over the phone.
“You’re not ruining anything, babe,” he said, packing up his backpack with the necessities May told him he’d need. “You need to focus on that sore throat.” There was silence. “Babe?”
“Huh?” He chuckled, walking out of his front door. “I’m sorry, Petey. I dozed off.”
“It’s fine, I’ll see you later. Okay?” You mumbled an incoherent response before Peter decided to end the call. He found himself outside of your home fifteen minutes later. He knocked and your mom let him in, letting him quietly use your kitchen to warm up the tea he had brought for you. He then quietly walked to your room, opening your door to see you sleeping. He almost didn’t wake you up, but knew your tea would be cold. “(Y/N)? Babe?” You stirred awake, feeling alert and sitting up when you saw Peter on your bed.
“Peter! What are you doing here? You’re going to get sick!” He shushed your hoarse voice, picking up the cup and handing it to you.
“Here,” you grabbed the cup, looking at its contents, “drink this. You’ll feel better.” You looked at his dough eyes and opened your mouth to say something, until deciding to just keep quiet and drink the tea, a soft smile on your face.
“Oh, my god.” Peter turned around from his seat at his desk, seeing your distraught expression as your eyes grazed over the test you both had received from Calculus.
“What’s wrong?” You bit your lip to stop it from quivering.
“I failed,” you whispered. You had studied with Michelle and Betty for two weeks straight. You had thought you were doing so well – even Michelle had thought so. How could you have failed?
“Hey,” you looked up at Peter, “it’s just one test. You’ll get ‘em next time.” You smiled at the use of his words – it was a phrase you’d use on him whenever he didn’t pass a quiz or test he didn’t study for due to his after-school activities.
“I guess,” you sighed, your smile fading. Peter stood up, walking over to his dresser. He opened the top drawer and shuffled through it, picking up a CD case. He sighed, counting to three before turning around to sit next to you on the bed.
“Here,” you took the CD from his hands.
PETER’S HAPPY MIX
You looked up at him, seeing him shrug. “You might like this,” he stated. “It makes me feel better when I feel like crap.” You reached over and hugged him, mumbling about a million thank you’s.
Now here Peter sits, next to you on his couch, watching a movie of your choice. It was one that you had seen at least a hundred times, but he didn’t mind. If you loved it, so did he. And, god, did you love it. He watched your profile, seeing your lips move as you recited the character’s lines – every character’s lines. Your hands were moving in tune with them, too. And as he looked at you he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t plan it coming out like this, but it just happened. He just – “I love you.” Your hands stopped and so did your lips. You turned to look at him quickly.
“What?” Peter nodded slowly, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie.
“I love you.” He repeated. “I love you, and I have for awhile. I don’t know when liking you stopped and loving you started – it all kind of just blends together but – yeah. I love you.” You blinked a few times, registering how your shy and reserved boyfriend, Peter Parker, got the nerve to tell you he loved you before you did. You shook your head at the thought. Peter Parker was braver than you – who knew?
“I love you, Peter.” You finally said, the look on his face telling you your silence was scaring him.
“You do?” He asked, too ecstatic, but he didn’t care. You nodded, setting the bowl of popcorn that was on your lap on top of the coffee table. You sat up and crawled closer to him, leaning over him slightly.
“I love you so much, Peter Parker.” You leaned all the way down, pressing your lips against Peter and feeling Peter wait not even a second before matching your pace.
“I love you, too,” he mumbled against your lips, but not stopping your kiss.
Even though Peter Parker had told you he loved you more than once, he felt a weight lift off of his chest after hearing it come out clear as day from the both of you.
Some things I need to talk about @ the first three chapters of The Ship of the Dead
First of all can I say iT’S ALL SO PERFECT??? OMG??? LIKE
- Percy and Magnus’s lowkey like rivalry (kind of)??? Their interactions are just so G O L D E N you know?? Like Percy getting annoyed w/ Magnus and vice versa ahh I love it already <3 aLSO CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT PERCY IN GENERAL
- hE FRICKIN SAID SPQR MEANT “THOSE ROMANS ARE CRAZY” LIKE,, AS A FELLOW ROMAN I WAS TRIGGERED BUT IT WAS G R E A T omg I’ve missed his humor
- Percy trying to be serious when teaching Magnus how to like dive
- wait magnus got chomped by a shark
- ….poor mango baby already needs a break smh
- aLEX FREAKING FIERRO THO. SUPPORTING MAGNUS. AND THEY’RE TOTALLY BROS LIKE?? Omg I’m going to be honest,, even though I shipped fierrochase I wasn’t like freaking out about it becoming canon (even though I knew that would be super cute) bUT NOW GUYS,, OMGGG THEY NEED TO HAVE MORE MOMENTS KJDFNDJSKFBSDJFBSDFKLJSIL also Alex’s Latino //sobs// #LatinoPride yES BUT WHY ARE WE JUST NOW FIGURING THIS OUT RICK LIKE ALEX CAN SPEAK SPANISH jhsdbjhsdbfjsdbhjVHGJ THANK YOU JESUS
- PERCY’S SISTER IS NAMED ESTELLE WHICH MEANS STAR JFKNDFKJNSDKJLFBSDJKLFSDFJKLNDFGLJKDFBNSDI IS THIS BECAUSE ZOE???? AND BOB???? mY HEART–
- also I was SHOOKETH SM WHENEVER THEY BROUGHT UP PERCY’S SISTER I WAS LIKE JKBDJHBSDJFS OMG REALLY???? AHHHH (idk if it was mentioned in toa,, if so,, i wouldnt have know because i haven’t read it ;-;)
- I still believe in the Bianca-got-reincarnated-as-Percy’s-sister headcanon wholeheartedly like i need more Estelle ish in future Riordan books (but pls Rick don’t frick up her life too)
- Annabeth calling Magnus “cuz” saved my life tbh
- pERCY AND ANNABETH’S REACTION TO JACK TALKING
- RIPTIDE. IS. A. FREAKING. GIRL. OHHH MY GOOOD—
- guess jacktide is canon now lmao gods why this became kind of canon but not blitzstone yet,, smh you’re letting me down ricky boi no blitzstone is basically cnaon fight me
- Alex called Percy Seaweed Brain. Hell yes, I need more
- Magnus freaking thinking about Annabeth’s future with Percy and knowing he’d be guilty for it ending due to Ragnarok is FREAKING BEAUTIFUL AND SAD OMG??
- so many unexpected feels from these small chapters, my gods
- //sobs// pERCABETH AND FIERROCHASE HAVING A FALAFEL DOUBLE DATE IS B E A U T I F U L this is my aESTHETIC YALL
- jack you can’t flirt just stop
- PERCY MENTIONED FRANK SDJKFBSDJFBSDKJDSNADJKAS YOUR SHAPESHIFTER INTERACTION HOPES ARE SLOWLY COMING TRUE FAM
- Alex is happy,, repeat, , Alex seems so happy and chill <3 we are blessed
- speaking of which my poor sunshine child mango is like angsty af
- Percy mentioned Magnus should train w/ his team in order to prepare for all the hell they’re about to go to and we see no team bonding exercises like,, how much does a girl have to pay to see the Empty Cup Fam together learning about fighting/teamwork ish with Percy our lord and savior??? i just want to see Voltron level team bonding ok
- “want to come with me to a creepy mansion and look through a dead guy’s stuff?”
“i thought you’d never ask”
guys fierrochase is canon and you can fight me,, also nice pickup line mango you’re worse than Jack
- “fabulously unique” yOU SLAY ALEX!!!! (also Alex’s outfit in this was just yEAS)
- I’m scared to se Randolph tbh,, if he even shows up (which ik he will screw Helheim)
- aw alex and magnus being such adorable book nerds i CANT
So no one knows if any characters are going to be killed off in future seasons, but because of the 80s show, Shiro is a prime target to get the chop, if you know what I mean.
That would be too predictable, right? RIGHT? Everyone knows Shiro’s character gets fucked up in the original, or at least the character he was based off of. So what if something else happens when they find him?
No, LISTEN! Allura will be bonding with the blue lion, so even though she’s not the best paladin yet, she’s more than capable and is able to use her many other talents on the battlefield. You know, magic, super strength, etc. Meanwhile, Lance and Keith are like co-leadering or whatever, sharing Red or changing lions or- IT DOESN’T MATTER! Anyway, so they find Shiro, right? And at first it’s all happy and shit, but of course they find him in a dangerous place or something and they have to fight their way out with him and Matt and shit. Anyway, so something happens and everyone is vulnerable or something, I don’t know. Anyway, WE CAN SEE THE KILLING BLOW COMING FOR SHIRO! We know it’s coming, he doesn’t stand a chance, OH GOD IT ALL MAKES SENSE! CURSE YOU 80s VOLTRON! But then! THEN-
So Lance is looking at this and is like, oh no, we just found Shiro, we can’t afford to lose him again because it’s been so hard without him and Keith has been super depressed. And so Lance is all “Allura is turning into a great blue paladin, and if Shiro comes back to the team, then that means Keith can go back to being the red paladin full time and Shiro can be leader again.” And because it’s Lance, who devalues himself and also has a self-sacrificing streak (looks at the bomb with Coran/how upset he gets every time he fails to protect his friends), he sees the situation like this–He is the least valuable member of the team as of that point.
And so whatever is happening to Shiro, Lance GETS INVOLVED and, I don’t know, pushes Shiro out of the way and so HE’S the one that DIES!
I’m serious. Like, if I’m taking a look at the 80s Voltron for inspiration, but I’m also not wanting to be predictable, that’s what I would do. Like, Lance’s arc is set up perfectly for this development and, from a writer’s perspective, he’s the lovable jokester that kicks the bucket just for sentimentality’s sake.
If I was writing it, that’s what I would do anyway despite the fact that Lance is my fav character.
ANYWAY! HOPE YOU ENJOYED YOUR DAILY DOSE OF LANGST! BYE!
Anon asked “Can you do a Bucky Smut fic where the reader just moved back to town and is reunited with Bucky after not seeing each other for a long time and they’re old best friends and always had feelings for each other they just never acted on them because they were scared. Sorry is that doesn’t make sense!! You’re literally the only author that makes the best smut stories ever because you use gifs with them😂🙈”
A/N: This was fun to write considering a had a similar thing happen…apart from the sex part. Let me know if you want to be tagged here.
LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA: Structurally, I steal a little bit from “Harry Potter.” I have to tell you.
EMMA WATSON: What?!
MIRANDA: Because the opening scene, Hamilton meets Aaron Burr and he says “Aaron Burr, help me, I want to be in this world,” and Burr gives him the opposite advice of who he is. And then he meets his real friends: Mulligan, Lafayette, and Laurens. And it’s exactly Harry Potter meeting Malfoy first and then seeing his real friends on the train and being like, “I like these guys better.”
WATSON: I completely forgot that because in the first book, Draco tries to be like, “I can help you—“
MIRANDA: “—I can help you consort with the right people—“
WATSON: And Harry has this instinctual [feeling] like, “This guy is clearly an asshole and I have to stay away from him.”
MIRANDA: Yeah, everything I know I learned from those books.
A/N This is a pretty crappy one (not gonna lie) but I just wanted to write something… so here you guys go!! I’m probably gonna write a part 2 because I have a few ideas in mind… Anyways hope you enjoy this!
Pairing: Tom Holland x reader, ft Harrison Osterfield and Zendaya
You sat down on the couch. Excitement bubbled inside of you. Tom was landing today. You were ecstatic. Tom had been away for 6 months, filming Chaos Walking and going for press tours. You couldn’t leave London due to your job, so you had to make do with Skype calls or texts. You missed him so much and you couldn’t wait to have him in your arms again. The late night skype calls weren’t enough. You were desperate to touch him, hug him and kiss him.
You smiled to yourself as you looked at the picture of you and Tom hanging on the wall. Oh how you wished time would pass faster. A buzz from your phone snapped you out of your thoughts. You picked up the rectangle block. A text from Zendaya.
Call me on Skype. It’s important.
You frowned. What happened? It couldn’t be Tom. Harrison would’ve called you if something happened to Tom. You rang her up on Skype.
“He’s cheating.” You could sense the nervousness in her voice.
You furrowed your brows. Who was cheating? Tom? Not possible. Was Zendaya’s boyfriend cheating on her?
You couldn’t believe what you heard. You blinked. Was your head processing this right? Tom? Thomas Holland? Cheating? On you? No way. You refused to believe it. You laughed.
“That’s a good prank Z. Thomas wouldn’t cheat on me.” You said flatly.
“But he did. Y/N you need to believe me. I have proof.”
“I don’t think so Z.” Your voice quivered a little.
“I’m so sorry.” She said as your phone buzzed. You looked down. A picture of Tom holding another woman, smiling as he kissed her passionately. You refused to believe what you saw.
“Are you sure that this isn’t from Chaos Walking?”
“It was taken during a get together three weeks ago. There was no booze. Nothing. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have kept it from you for so long. I just didn’t know what to do.” She apologised with a sorry expression plastered on her face. You knew it was true.
“It’s alright. Does Harrison know?”
“Yes. You alright?”
“I’m fine.” You’re not.
She was right. You were broken. Torn. Hurt. You bit your lip hard, trying to stop yourself from breaking down. But you couldn’t hold back. Hot tears started to trickle down your cheek as you thought of Tom holding another woman, with the hands that held you. You thought of Tom kissing her, with the lips that said ‘I love you’. You thought of Tom’s smile, the one that could light up your day. You thought of him, until the familiar ringtone sounded through your house. It was Tom.
“Hello?” You put the phone on loudspeaker so that Zendaya could hear.
“Hey. Haz and I just landed. But you don’t have to come see us. We’re really tired. Gonna head to my house to rest. I’ll see you in a few days at your family dinner alright?”
“How about tomorrow? We have tickets to watch a movie remember?”
“Oh… about that… I’m sorry but I’m really tired and I want to take a few days to rest. You can take your sister instead.” He sounded nervous. You could tell that he was lying through his teeth.
“My sister is studying in Singapore Tom.”
“It’s fine. I’ll see you soon. Love you.”
You said, waiting for an ‘I love you’ back, but the line went dead.
“Oh God. I’m so sorry Y/N. I can come over tomorrow to watch it with you?” She suggested, hoping to lift your spirits.
“It’s fine. I have something to do anyways. You’ll hear about it though.” You smiled.
You were fine. You had skipped the whole crying and wallowing in self pity phase of a breakup. You spent the night singing happy breakup songs and clearing your house. You packed up all of Tom’s things into a box. You cleared all the clothes you took, all the pictures and all the gifts. You packed it into two cardboard boxes. You loaded the boxes into the boot of your car and you headed off.
“Y/N?” Harrison looked surprised and extremely uncomfortable.
“Hey.” You smiled.
“uh… what are you doing here?” He leaned his weight on the door, such that all you could see was him and a little bit of the house.
“I thought that I could come surprise Tom. I have somethings for him.”
“Oh… well but Tom doesn’t want you here right now. Plus he’s out.” Lies. Tom’s shoes were by the shoe rack.
“It’s fine. I’ll just leave the things here.”
Harrison reached to take the boxes, but you pushed your way through and walked into the house.
“Y/N, I said you’re not supposed to be here.“
You dropped the boxes. Now you were angry.
“Why? Why Harrison? Why am I not allowed here. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t be here.” You were fuming. How could Harrison not tell you? He was your best friend too.
“I said, Tom isn’t home.” Lies.
“I’m not blind Haz. I can see the pair of high heels sitting next to Tom’s shoes. I know Harrison. I know.“
By then you were raising your voice. You didn’t care if you were disturbing Tom and his girlfriend, you needed to let your pent up anger go.
“Geez what’s with the noise?”
You turned to see him. Standing on the steps of the staircase. He froze. He went white. You desperately wanted to go up to him and kiss him. You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to hug him. You wanted to slap him into another universe.
“Y/N… what are you doing here? I told you not to come.”
“I told you not to come. God why can’t you just listen? I wanted t-”
“To spend time with your new girlfriend?” You fired back.
He was stunned. He figured that you wouldn’t have found out. He figured that if he hid her well enough, no one else would find out.
“Oh yea. It was supposed to be a secret. My bad. Zendaya happened to spill the beans. Whoops?”
“Zendaya…” his hand curled into a fist.
“Don’t blame her. I think I deserve to know if my boyfriend doesn’t want me anymore right?”
His face softened when you said that.
“Y/N… it’s not that I don’t want you. I do. I’m so sorry… it was a one time thing. It was an accident. I was drunk. I didn’t know what I was doing.” He pleaded.
“No wonder you won that award at the BAFTAs… you’re a really good actor.” You crossed your arms, pretending to be wowed by his performance.
“Zendaya told me every single detail Thomas. There was no booze. You were definitely in the right mind… and judging by the pair of high heels over there… I’m pretty sure it’s not a one time thing.” You stated flatly.
“No Y/N… It’s not… no… Please forgive me. I’ll break up with her…”
“It’s fine Thomas.”
He looked at you, his eyes lit up. He was thankful that he was given another chance.
You don’t remember if it’s you who made a snarky comment first, or him.
You both were equally gifted in the sarcasm area, so it really could be any of you. And none of you could actually remember the instigator of it all…
But oh someone definitely started it, and now, you were both sitting on the floor around the coffee table of the living room, a pen in hand, a blank sheet of paper in front of you, thinking about all the people you had sex with.
Or rather, about the people you had sex with and that you both knew.
Who cared about some unknown guy from a bar, or a girl from a gala ?
They meant nothing. They were just pleasure on the spot, something that didn’t matter at all and…to be honest, both you and Bruce didn’t care about those one night stands with people you didn’t give a damn about…You both knew you weren’t each other’s first time after all, and one night stands ? They were long over and there were not nearly as much as everyone thought…Bruce had only a few, and you too. And again, it was such a long time ago, and so meaningless (definitely not your favorite kind of sex, and Bruce would agree with that).
This list was about the people you had sex with, with whom you shared part of your life, and/or someone you both knew.
You knew almost everything about each others, but your past relationships ? You rarely talked about it. You never felt the need to, as you were too in love with each others for anyone else to really matter…
Both of you already stated multiple times, in your long years of marriage, that you never loved anyone like you loved each other. That all those past relationships were nothing compared to what you felt to each others.
But…Curiosity always got the better of the two of you.
And besides, when Bruce learnt that you used to date his best friend, Clark, he started to wonder if you slept with anyone else he knew, after all, you knew lots of Justice League members before knowing him so…He just wanted to know (he would never admit it, but he was quite jealous really. Grumpy Broosh).
And so here you were, after one of you made a comment about it (wether it was you comparing Bruce to Clark or him saying something about Selina, you didn’t quite remember), writing a list. You were writing the last name on yours when Bruce raised his head and, very sternly said :
You smiled as you finished the last letter of the name you were writing and looked up, smiling at him.
Just another proof of how you were always so damn in sync, finished right at the same time. He doesn’t smile, and you smirk at him as you exchange papers. And…Exact same number than you. You quickly look over it and chuckle a bit, he detached his attention from your list (his frown getting bigger by the second as he was reading it), and, a bit suspicious, says :
-Bruce, I think the two of us basically slept with the entire league. We’re super-sluts my heart.
I know, I know, i’m going to the eternal pits of hell for my sacrilege by daring to say that FO4 had some better aspects than the high and mighty New Vegas. But if we’re being honest, New Vegas is old. This year marked it’s 7th anniversary, and it’s beginning to show it’s age. Replaying it, if I’m being honest, has been a huge pain in the ass; and I began to think about what had been improved upon in FO4. So, without further ado, here’s my list of things FO4 did better than New Vegas.
Voice Acting- New Vegas has some god-awful voice acting. I feel like more than any other Fallout game, you can tell it’s the same 4 people that voice everybody in the Mojave. Even worse, go and listen to the robots. I was startled when I heard a Gutsy for the first time after playing FO4. The voices seem so out of place, and out of character.
World Building- I hate, hate, the Mojave Desert. As someone who adores clutter, destruction, or just something to look at, the Mojave Desert is literally what I imagine hell to look like. There was simply too little, in too large a space, and it made going from place to place more of a chore than a fun adventure.
Loot System- Okay. After playing FO4, and coming back to New Vegas, god, it’s so tedious to open everything to see what’s inside. I love that you just have to hover, and then you see everything in FO4.
Weapon Quick Menu- Something simple, and easy to access, that they added to FO4. I realize that a variant does exist in NV, but I didn’t even realize it was a feature until late game.
No Weapon/ Armor Degradation- What a pain in the ass
Throwable Hot-Key- I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again, I’m very happy that I can throw my grenade without have to cycle through my weapons to get my gun out again. And before somebody tells me it exists in vanilla NV, it does not.
I like FO4.
I would dare say that I like it more than FNV.
I think it gets too much flak, and I think people don’t realize that it’s just supposed to be a fun video game that explores a post-nuclear world? People nit-pick it all too much, and people compare it way to much to the “holy grail” New Vegas. The point of this post wasn’t to induce rage (though I’m sure those New Vegas die hards will come for blood sooner or later), it was to show that both games have their flaws, and their strengths. Neither are perfect, and I think it’s wrong to put one down so much just to build up another. And before somebody starts telling me all the flaws FO4 has, trust me, I realize them just as much as you, so please keep it to yourself.
I saw two faces in the glow of a red light street
begged them for a smoke and we started to speak
counting bricks in the wall and my voice cracks
said “you see I’ve got this girl but she don’t love me back”
come close and share a smoke
let me light you up and dim
I want your air in my throat
won’t you warm my lungs within
reveal yourself to me
on this dark and empty street
and you can see yourself in me
breathe you in so easily
my feet were getting kinda loud
so charlie grabbed me hard
he said “kid you gotta come down from wherever you are”
but his words fall on deaf ears
I’m trapped in your lips
and this dial tone will kill me by the end of the trip
come close and share a smoke
let me light you up and dim
I’ll spend my love til I’m broke
can’t you take a break from him
take the smallest chance on me
I’ll give you wings til you feel free
and you can see yourself in me
oh god I fall so easily
it was the first night I’d ever felt so high
tripping over sidewalk stones and slurred words that I know aren’t even mine
and steve’s a better friend than charlie
cause he keeps the pain at ease
but I know I’ll be alone tonight despite how much I bleed
come close and share a smoke
let me light you up and dim
I gambled all my coins
and babygirl you keep the wins
take it all with you
and I’ll be happy for you two
and I can see myself in you
and you can see me in you too
half closed eyes and my shoes untied
know I’ll be falling asleep in my headphones tonight
dripping eyes and blows to my pride
know I’ll be a changed man know I would treat you right
I met the sweetest friends
despite what I intend
know I’ll be waking up to messages I didn’t send
Cigarettes After Sex, ODEZSA, Amber Mark
know I’ll be falling asleep cradling my heart
didn’t I give it all for you
all my love
I’m still proud of you
so take it all with you
hope he treats you better
than this emotional fool
but take it all with you
how we broke into the movies, all the stargazing
gave you new parts of me every single day
til you had me whole
but I’d do it all over again babygirl
even with the fall
cause we had it all
now I’ll go and kiss all the wrong people
to distract my heart
getting a head start
gotta start learning how to stop if I’m gonna move on from you
move on from you
everything I do
is for you
Summary: Reader’s jealous ex who despises Peter Parker for dating the Reader follows them after school. A turn of events happens when Peter’s girlfriend life is on the line.
Warnings: Swearing cause I love swearing IRL.Angst?
Word Count: 2,000
*A/N: I’m transitioning from Wattpad so this is how I type my fics.. Hope you guy’s like my writing style. I know most people do [Y/N] but I normally don’t but in the future I’ll try it :,) Pls don’t roast me /.\ I also tried making it long, sorry if it’s too long 0.0 Like I said I’m used to writing longer stuff..
One of the worst sins to have is Pride. Yet the most dangerous ones come from our inner turmoils. Envy can lead towards many other feelings causing you to do something you’ll regret. Jealousy causes you to feel like your body is on fire and you have to act immediately to set out the fire. Sometimes we can never settle the fire inside of us..
The fire was raging in Quarterback Mason Larson. It’s been ablaze since he had just been broken up with for low life Peter Parker. His girlfriend of two months ended it with him to be with that nerd. She claimed that Mason was too jealous for her liking. He was going to find out why she liked this Parker kid so much…
“You look different…. dating Penis Parker definitely has changed you” Mason seethes gripping on your wrist. You had one of Peter’s science shirts on cause it was like you had a piece of him whenever he’s away.
“Let go of me Mason,move on with your life!” you shout in protest trying to get your hand back. You just wanted to wait for Peter after school like a normal girlfriend. Yet you get bothered by your Envy filled Ex-Boyfrined.
“You’re my girl so no I won’t let you go” His voice raising causing people’s heads to turn. Great this jackass was going to cause a scene..
“Hey baby, there you are!” Peter’s voice catches your attention. Your eyes flicking in his direction. His eyes glance at your hand twitching in Mason’s tight grasp.
“Sorry I’m late, had to finish up with the group over the topics for the next competition” Peter swiftly twists Mason’s wrist and kicking his feet from under him. You let out a yelp when Mason’s nails scratch you. Peter immediately catches you before you fall backwards on the ground.