tbh am not sure what this is

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Can I request Starmora 020-you look incredible in that?

20. “You look incredible in that.”

i wasn’t sure where to go with this one for a while tbh, but then i kept thinking about “what’s gonna happen to the gotg after they defeat thanos in infinity war???? what will gamora feel like????” and 1st of all are they even gonna defeat thanos in infinity war lmao, 2nd of all yeah this is the product of that line of thought ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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It’s been a wild couple of days.

The battle with Thanos left everyone in all sorts of emotional states, per usual with the team after big battles (Ego, unfortunately, comes to mind—must be something with evil dads), but the fact that they’d emerged victorious in defeating Thanos usually anchored everyone whenever things got too uncomfy. Well, for Peter, at least. Gamora’s a bit of a different story.

On the one hand she’s happy, like, crazy happy, in a way Peter’s never seen before. She’s not one to be over-the-top with anything, of course, but it’s the little things he notices, like how much more she smiles whenever they meet eyes in any setting, or the way she holds his hand and can’t slow down her pace for him, just leading him excitedly on walks around the Avengers’ base. She also spends a lot more time with Nebula, talking with her over this and that, their conversations straying further and further away from Thanos and what he’d done to both of them.

Honestly, Gamora sounds like someone whose life was just extended, like, fifty years, which is cool, but also depresses him, in a way.

Because, on the other hand, she occasionally zones out, staring off into space until he jostles her, or she’ll wake up in the middle of the night thinking they’ve yet to actually fight Thanos, and she’s back to square one. Sometimes she even has these, like, existential crises, questioning what the hell she’s supposed to do with her life now, after so much of it was consumed by Thanos; the last time she’d felt this free, she once told him, she’d been a child.

Peter does his best to stick by her through it all, though, because she’s done the same for him for years now, after he’s gotten caught up in traumatic events, because she loves him and he loves her and emotional intimacy and support is just their thing.

Gradually, Gamora’s getting better, mellowing out from her intense emotions, and Peter’s just happy to be there for her.

And, apparently, the Avengers like to celebrate in style—Stark’s words—by throwing wild parties after big victories. (Which is, like, cool and all, but how do they all manage to get over the emotional scarring so quickly? He’ll have to ask around at the party.)

It’s to be held at the Avengers’ Tower in New York City, and it takes Peter some convincing, because his team isn’t all that great at being sociable.

“I don’t wanna party it up with any humies,” Rocket had grumbled when Peter announced their invitation. “Their alc sucks. It’s weak as shit.”

“I am Groot.”

“Tha’s right, Groot, they also think we’re all a bunch’a freaks, so they’ll just stare the whole time.” Rocket crossed his arms. “Count us out.”

“If one of them bothers me—“

“No, you may not remove their spine, Drax,” Peter cut in.

“Then I will not attend, either.”

“Neither will I,” Mantis chimed in. “I am too ugly.”

“Mantis, you’re not ugly,” Gamora reminded.

“I hate Terrans,” Nebula said simply, crossing her arms over her chest and giving Peter a pointed look.

“I just don’t want to go,” Kraglin said with a shrug. “Got better alcohol on the ship.”

That conversation transpired the day before and, honestly, Peter’s okay with literally none of them attending, because that greatly decreases the chances of anything exploding or anyone dying, but since he’s the team leader and Terran, well, he’s gotta go to represent. Thankfully, Gamora’s attending with him.

“As my date,” he’d teased her.

“You just asked me to marry you not that long ago.”


Now they’re getting ready, Peter standing in front of their mirror to adjust his collar as Gamora changes behind him.

“Okay, if the Avengers’ party turns out to be lame, I think we should go back to the ship with the others and hang out there,” he suggests absentmindedly. “What do you think?”

“I think that’s a good backup plan,” she comments, pulling on the dress she’d borrowed from Natasha Romanoff, who’s become something of a friend to Gamora recently, from what Peter’s witnessed.

As he finishes adjusting his suit, he turns around to face Gamora, who’s looking down at her dress. It’s simple and black—much like the rest of her wardrobe, he makes a mental note to tease her—but fits nicely, the skirt falling loosely just above her knees. She then turns her eyes up to him.


“I think,” he closes the distance between them, taking her hands in his, “you look incredible in that.”

“Thank you.” She smiles briefly, then looks at him expectantly. “Anything else?”

He gives a tiny grin. “You really like the color black, don’t you?”

She rolls her eyes (affectionately). “I expected nothing less.”

Flirting through teasing is one of several pillars in their relationship, honestly. Despite the warmth in her expression, though, he can sense something’s still off, in the way she’s holding herself and looking at him with a somewhat tight smile.

“You still sure about going to this thing?” he asks, leading her over to sit down on the bed with him. Neither of them had gotten much sleep the night before, after nightmares led to some intense heart-to-heart conversations, which left them too restless to sleep. “I mean, I’m sure it’ll be fun, but…”

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” she says simply.

“But do you want to go?”

She shrugs. “I’m indifferent.”

It’s just weird, in a way. They’re about to attend a party to celebrate the death of her evil adoptive father, hosted and attended by a bunch of people who didn’t actually know him, really, until he started threatening Earth, while Gamora had to deal with him personally for years.

He presses his shoulder against hers. “Is there another way you’d rather celebrate?

She rests her head against his shoulder, looking down at their connected hands. “I’m not even sure I want to celebrate. Maybe just…move on with my life. With you and the others. Put him behind me.”

“That’s valid,” he says, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand. “Maybe we should skip out on tonight, then.”

“We already got dressed and everything.”

“Then we’ll have our own private party!” As he starts to move, she lifts her head from his shoulder. He stands up, looking down at her. “I probably have better music than they do, anyway.”

“Won’t they notice if we don’t show up?”

“Eh, whatever.” As she stands up, he pulls his Zune out of his pocket, letting go of her hand so he can untangle the earbuds. When he’s done, he holds one of them out for her to take. “May I have this dance?”

She looks between him and his hand for a few moments, seemingly unsure over ditching the Avengers, but he catches the way her shoulders relax and her eyes soften, clear of the anxiety of having to attend a party all about Thanos (even if it’s for his death). Then she smiles, taking the earbud and putting it in her left ear. He does the same with his right as she steps closer to him.

He settles on “Open Arms” by Journey because sure, why not, and hands the Zune to Gamora to hold as she drapes her arms around his neck. His hands settle on her hips and they sway with the music.

This is comfortable, familiar. And probably way more fun than that Avengers party, anyway, because Thanos may fade from their minds tomorrow or the day after, but for Gamora (and, by extension, Peter), he made up too big of a part of her life to ever really completely fade away, and that’s okay, it’s not her fault.

By the time they’re at the second verse, they’re basically just hugging, really, still swaying slowly with the song, and Peter rests the side of his head against hers, closing his eyes.

“Thank you, Peter,” she murmurs softly, and he holds her more tightly in response.

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SOPE & *opening the doors to the hwagae market*

BONUS: *Hobi closing the doors*


“When the moon fell in love with the sun
All was golden in the sky”

I went into tales of vesperia expecting angsty edgelord yuri lowell going on a journey to uncover his dark past or something. What I got instead was sassy, stressed mom friend yuri lowell who just wanted to find that fucking aque blastia and somehow ended up with too many children and responsibilities like. Follow yuri on his journey as he kills mass murdering politicians and punches an evil incoporeal astral blob all while trying to make sure that his 6 troubled kids and his dog stay healthy, feel supported, and have snacks.


So, because I love telling people what’s what, I sent an email to @lushcosmetics AND posted on their facebook page telling them why I believe their support of CompassionWorks International is harmful. I was slightly encouraged when I received the reply on Facebook as it seemed they were taking my concerns seriously, but I was disheartened when I received the same canned response via email. Since I’m sure replying further will get me little response, I’m ranting my thoughts here.

Giving a platform to organizations like CompassionWorks is not engaging in “healthy debate.” CWI has made it clear they do not want debate - they want silence from zookeepers, conservationists, and others who recognize zoos and aquariums CAN do good. They have proven themselves to be intolerant of disagreement. They present a biased and absolutely false picture of what occurs in zoos and how they operate. I am disappointed that a company such as LUSH is being sucked into the extremist animal rights propaganda (although, tbh, they already had one foot in the door).

Anyway, who has suggestions for charities? I would love to let LUSH know just how many unbiased, non-extremist groups there are who deserve support over orgs like CompassionWorks.


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earlier this dude jst STARED @ my nametag and i knew where it was going before he even opened his mouth and uttered the words “huh, doesn’t really suit you. not what i’d expect” and i shouldn’t have asked him to elaborate on that b/c like, i knew, i know, always, what ppl say @ seeing/hearing those 4 letters arranged into what is my name, but, anyway, after i was informed, for the 667th time, that milo is a name most ppl hear for boys (which i am not! i guess! sure! whatever! and clearly names for boys are just that! for boys! only! this collection of letters is reserved! not invited to the party!), i jst smiled and said “well, my girlfriend thinks it’s adorable and thinks its very fitting, so, i trust her judgement” and he looked like he wanted to sink into the floor tbh… it was so s*tisfying

  • The Best Friend™ Husband
  • he loves you but you can sure as hell bet that he’s always ready to go for the drag
  • don’t get me wrong, Minghao definitely has a romantic side with his wife and he’s probably adorable when you were still his girlfriend but when girlfriend turns into wife… well people get comfortable and you two go from 
  • Him: “Oh do you want to order mint ice cream and share?”
  • You who hates mint ice cream: “Yeah..!”
  • to 
  • “Why do you always buy mint ice cream, you know I hate it” “Its the only thing i can love in peace, you finish everything else”

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4x01 Recap - Echoes (The 100)

Alright folks, it’s time. My show has returned, and I am throwing myself back on this ride with wild abandon.

I’m adopting my Discussapalooza style from here on out. Which is to say that this recap is going to be very long. If there are any sections that you’d like me to pull out and post seperately, let me know. Otherwise, you have been warned - I like to go in depth.

We ready? LET’S GO.

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rainbowrites  asked:

in the latest Rocket Raccoon, when Rocket gets captured Kraven goes to break him out and then drives him to the nearest public transport to make sure he gets home safely, even giving him bus fare - all the time telling him how excited he is to fight him honorably and take care of himself so that Kraven can one day skin him for his pelt. KRAVEN. Also now I'm picturing him pestering Spidey to hydrate so his skin looks good for when he has his head as a trophy

(cont) basically I have now fallen in love with WEIRDEST EVER VAN-MOM KRAVEN. Drives over to bring you soup and medicine when you’re sick - ‘you must get better quickly so I might defeat and kill you at your height!’ Gives you sunscreen on hot days and pesters you about moisturizing - 'I want your head to look good on my mantle, not wrinkled and destroyed by the sun!’ Wants to make sure your bf is treating you right - 'does he know what an honor it is to date you, a target Kraven has chosen?’

L O O K he has a CANONICAL tendency to RAISE THINGS FROM TINY BABIES or alternately NURSE THEM BACK TO HEALTH like they call him kraven the hunter but tbh he is really more of ‘kraven the wildlife enthusiast’ or possibly ‘kraven the tamer’ based on how often he is able to RIDE ARMIES OF LOYAL ANIMALS INTO BATTLE he rode a goddamn giraffe once i am pretty sure

he has a very strong paternal instinct, which i guess is distinct from a maternal instinct in that instead of just taking care of things he specifically takes care of them in a way that involves teaching the things he cares for how to kill him one day when they inevitably fight to the death to establish who is more worthy of life. so i guess maybe less paternal and more… probably some kind of complex that we could name after a greek figure of myth and legend, if i were more familiar with those.

also now i need to read rocket raccoon, goddammit

You know what, Booth and Brennan will always be my #1 otp because they gave me so much as a couple. I mean, I’m not talking about sex or smut because that’s fanfiction material (like you go girl, want to see your fave ship bang on a piano? go and read that !!!! that’s what that website is for) but everything else. The ‘platonic’ aspect of their relationship has always been the best part of their dynamic to me, but they were still able to overcome that phase and be a family. This being said, that original dynamic has never been compromized, not to me at least, because when it comes to the important stuff, Booth and Brennan are still partners first, they are still the people they would give up their life for, they would fight for each other. While the majority of other ships kinda change once they get together. Booth and Brennan never completely changed, so much that people complain because they’d rather have them being romantic the 100% of the time. I don’t. Also, it’s the little things that matter to me, like it might sound stupid, but I find it extremely adorable and precious that Brennan knows Booth by knowing his injuries. Every time something happens, she’s able to compare factures and other stuff to Booth’s. And that’s so IC, that’s something I really want to see because it’s them. And it’s been this way since she first found out about his past in 1x15 and it never changed. She imagined him on that autopsy table in 11x01 by looking at the bones, just like it happened on 12x04 with Aldo and in other many occasions. Brennan saying like I know that because of your brain tumor. She knows his brain scans. YAAAS. Give me this stuff. Give me Booth and Brennan that can’t sleep without each other at night when one of them is struggling with something, give me them talking about taking someone’s life and carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. Give me them hurting each other to save each other. They would never cheat on each other or hurt each other because they want to. They only do it because it’s the only way. Yaas. Screw sex, just give me this stuff.

Mellifluous - Ch. 1


Byun Baekhyun/Reader
Warnings: Smut in future chapters
Word count: 1,474

You are trying really hard to concentrate on the text in front of you, but the lack of sleep and the abundance of stress seem to be taking their toll on you as all the words and sentences seem to start blending into one big mess. You huff and puff and finally decide that you need a break. You nudge Jihyo who seems to be just as out of it as you are.

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Ok tbh when im dissociating I fucking hate those “you’re here you’re real” posts like bitch,, I do not want to be real,. I do not want to be here,, i am damn fine living in fuzz and static thank you very much, now go away and let me stare at this wall for 5 hours bye