Request: Hi dear! I was hoping I could request a Peter Parker imagine where the Reader is super shy and is Tony’s niece and they are up late studying together at Peter and May’s apartment (the Reader and Peter are together) and she misses her curfew and May insists that she stays over since it’s late and Tony gets mad and protective when he finds out the next morning? It would just be really cute and Peter would worry about the Reader and make sure she is okay and feels safe with him? Made by @thecoffeestudyblr
A/N: Here you go! Sorry, Danielle and I haven’t posted in a while. We weren’t writing anything good, so we made the mutual decision to post when we can write something good, so we won’t post as often as we started. Please please PLEASE let us know if you have any criticism. We would love feedback, positive or negative.
“Peter, I’m telling you, the answer is 2x,” you said, resisting the urge to throw your calculus book at the boy sprawled on the floor across from you. Peter sighed and shook his head, his eyes closed.
“(Y/N), I’m telling you, the answer is 3,” Peter answered, his tone calm and even. There was a hint of sympathy in his eyes as he finally opened them, glancing at you. He seemed saddened by the fact that the two of you were disagreeing. You turned your gaze from Peter and his big doe brown eyes and stared at the pile of papers in front of your crossed legs.
“I did the thing minus the thingy over ‘h’,” You answered, staring at your paper, your insecurity over your math-solving skills creeping up. You buried your hands in your hair, refusing to look at Peter, knowing you were going to get that look; the look that made you weak at the knees and you completely melt inside. You felt Peter shift across the floor, careful not to touch your papers and crinkle them as he scooted over to sit next to you. You caught a whiff of his cologne; faint, but enough for you to notice. You savored the smell as Peter leaned over, planting his hand on the floor, behind your back, and tilted his head to look at your paper. You stiffened slightly at how close he was, but you knew he didn’t mean anything by it, so you tried to hide your thumping heart and trembly fingers as best you could.
Ok, I'm absolutely in love with your persuasion au. I didn't know how much I needed something like this until I read it. It's a treasure. Thank you SO MUCH for it! Can I ask you why do you ship rebelcaptain? as a deep question, I just want to read your thoughts about them 'cause you write so well
First, thank you for the compliment on my Persuasion AU! I’m glad you like it! And I’m going to get working on the next chapter of it now that I’ve written this 1,400+ word treatise I wrote on rebelcaptain because of your question lol.
Diego Luna and Felicity Jones have and had amazing chemistry as Jyn and Cassian. The eye contact, the lack of personal space, and the passion they conveyed as their characters with and without words was really impressive. Even when Jyn and Cassian were arguing and angry with one another, you got the sense that they fought as they did because the other person mattered. Their arguments are never about romance, but they were about the important basics of any relationship, romantic or platonic: truth, trust, faith, belief, and how you choose to act (or whether you choose to act at all).
But their chemistry isn’t just sexual or romantic. They also have chemistry as a battle duo. They work together well almost instantly. When she’s sporting for a fight on Jedha, he knows exactly when to pull her back. When a Partisan bomb is about to blow her to bits, he saves her—it’s not a question. On Scarif, they seem in sync the whole time from when she gives her speech to when they die together on the beach. They don’t question the other because there’s implicit trust and they seem to instinctively understand that what the other person is doing is the right or best way. They’re on the same page if you will.
Individually and Individuality
I love them as individual characters. They are my murder son and my murder daughter.
They both have defined and deep character arcs in the movie, and they grow because of it. They act as catalysts for the other for the change to come. They grow because they met each other, and they do so in the platonic sense.
Jyn’s forced herself into apathy because she’s been hurt, abandoned, and traumatized by “the cause” and the battle between the Rebels and the Empire. She lost both her parents. She was abandoned by her foster parent. She was stripped of anything that ever felt safe, that felt like home. The passion and fight intrinsic to her personality was temporarily snuffed out. She’s given so much but what has she gotten back but misery? She now only fights for herself. But meeting and knowing Cassian reawakens that passion and drive in her. The catalyst moment is when he gives her his trust on the U-wing to Jedha, and it builds from there. He pushes back against her resistance, and where others may have not cared enough to do that, he does, and that fight wakes her up again. Then he offers her a home and a family in him (and Kaytoo, Baze, Chirrut, and Bodhi). Thet cause, which has only taken from her, has given her something back. It has given her people she cares about and who care for her to fight for.
For Cassian, after 20 years of war, I think part of what traps him in this prison of his own making is that he feels like he’s fighting for abstractions now. He’s lost everything and everyone he cares about. There’s only the cause, and it’s made him do terrible things that have been cutting him into little pieces. But then he meets Jyn, and she’s not an abstraction. But it’s not love or love for her that acts as a catalyst for his change: it’s her inner fire. I think he sees in her what he used to see in himself. It reminds him of what he’s fighting for, in part, too, because he sees the tremendous losses she has also suffered at the hands of the fight. In her push to go to Scarif, she also gives him a specific way he can justify everything he has done as a soldier. And like it is for Jyn, I think Cassian finds himself now with people he cares for specifically, people for whom he fights (aka the found family he has personally collected over the course of a week).
I like the idea of opposites attract, but I love more the idea of complementary personalities who share a lot of similarities. I think Jyn and Cassian fit this bill. They’re both orphaned child soldiers (essentially). They’re both passionate fighters. They are iron-willed, confident, resolute, and strong people. They’re different enough, though, that they can balance the other out.
They are complete people when they meet—there’s no need for one to “complete the other”; it’s rather like I argue above, that parts of them have gone dormant, and meeting each other brings them back to life; they fill in the cracks.
And they are equals. There’s no power differential. Sometimes he takes lead. Sometimes she does. They’re a team. It’s beautiful.
The intimacy between these two characters scrambles my brain, to be honest. The first time I saw the movie, it didn’t hit me until late (HI, ELEVATOR SCENE), but it hit me hard when it did. The intimacy in that elevator scene goddamit it—it made everything click for me. Not just the shipping but like, the wholeness of their character arcs. They are both initially cast as loners who guard themselves really closely from others—from affection, from attachment, from any ties to another living thing. But in that elevator scene, it’s all there flashing in their faces. For the first time, Jyn looks soft and lost as he stares at him in the darkened space, a whole future they won’t get to live flashing before her eyes. For him, he looks at her like she’s the only person in the galaxy that matters, and for him too, it’s colored by this sadness of what if. How long has it been since he’s been touched like this? When was the last time he had someone he could love before now?
With the idea of intimacy, too, I would argue that they both let their guard down around one another in a way they don’t with anyone else. Cassian is supposed to be this cool-headed, seasoned solider and spy, but he meets Jyn and is almost immediately running around, disobeying orders, screaming her name, saving her at all cost to his own life and to the cause. Maybe this is how he’s always felt about things, but he’s been able to push it all down before. He can’t with her. She’s triggered something in him that makes him feel. Jyn can also read him like no one else can. He’s an open book in her hands.
And for Jyn, because he’s shown her the first semblance of trust in years, the fact that he just refuses to ever leave her behind, opens her up. Even with Saw, she puts on this air of “don’t care” (“It’s not a problem if you don’t look up”). Again, the personal space issues! The touching and closeness (she touches his arm when they get the clearance to enter Scarif; she notes how he smells [of blaster oil and Eadu dirt]; elevator, beach, he’s the most beautiful person she’s ever seen etc etc.).
He makes her care about someone again because he cares for her. If you watch the scene on the beach when they hold hands—note how Jyn reaches for his hand first. But when she does, it’s tentative and unsure. He senses her hesitation and then he reaches out and takes it.
And the hug to end all hugs. I can’t even.
With most of what I ship, it’s usually the unrealized potential that sets my brain on fire. I love a good established couple (Baze and Chirrut) but because they seem to have had their happiness or their happy ending, it doesn’t tug at the heart strings as hard. I don’t actively ship because I don’t have to wonder. To quote one of my favorite shows, Veronica Mars:
Veronica: Come on. Ruined lives? Bloodshed? You really think a relationship should be that hard?
Logan: No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.
And I still contend that I’d ship them just as hard if they had survived and the ending of Rogue One hadn’t given us an explicitly romantic ending (kissing, declarations) because it would still be unrealized potential. Their deaths just make it more tragic and force more sad whale noises from my mouth.
1. Ground your attention on yourself. Be conscious at every moment of what you are thinking, sensing, feeling, desiring, and doing. 2. Always finish what you have begun. 3. Whatever you are doing, do it as well as possible. 4. Do not become attached to anything that can destroy you in the course of time. 5. Develop your generosity ‒ but secretly. 6. Treat everyone as if he or she was a close relative. 7. Organize what you have disorganized. 8. Learn to receive and give thanks for every gift. 9. Stop defining yourself. 10. Do not lie or steal, for you lie to yourself and steal from yourself. 11. Help your neighbor, but do not make him dependent. 12. Do not encourage others to imitate you. 13. Make work plans and accomplish them. 14. Do not take up too much space. 15. Make no useless movements or sounds. 16. If you lack faith, pretend to have it. 17. Do not allow yourself to be impressed by strong personalities. 18. Do not regard anyone or anything as your possession. 19. Share fairly. 20. Do not seduce. 21. Sleep and eat only as much as necessary. 22. Do not speak of your personal problems. 23. Do not express judgment or criticism when you are ignorant of most of the factors involved. 24. Do not establish useless friendships. 25. Do not follow fashions. 26. Do not sell yourself. 27. Respect contracts you have signed. 28. Be on time. 29. Never envy the luck or success of anyone. 30. Say no more than necessary. 31. Do not think of the profits your work will engender. 32. Never threaten anyone. 33. Keep your promises. 34. In any discussion, put yourself in the other person’s place. 35. Admit that someone else may be superior to you. 36. Do not eliminate, but transmute. 37. Conquer your fears, for each of them represents a camouflaged desire. 38. Help others to help themselves. 39. Conquer your aversions and come closer to those who inspire rejection in you. 40. Do not react to what others say about you, whether praise or blame. 41. Transform your pride into dignity. 42. Transform your anger into creativity. 43. Transform your greed into respect for beauty. 44. Transform your envy into admiration for the values of the other. 45. Transform your hate into charity. 46. Neither praise nor insult yourself. 47. Regard what does not belong to you as if it did belong to you. 48. Do not complain. 49. Develop your imagination. 50. Never give orders to gain the satisfaction of being obeyed. 51. Pay for services performed for you. 52. Do not proselytize your work or ideas. 53. Do not try to make others feel for you emotions such as pity, admiration, sympathy, or complicity. 54. Do not try to distinguish yourself by your appearance. 55. Never contradict; instead, be silent. 56. Do not contract debts; acquire and pay immediately. 57. If you offend someone, ask his or her pardon; if you have offended a person publicly, apologize publicly. 58. When you realize you have said something that is mistaken, do not persist in error through pride; instead, immediately retract it. 59. Never defend your old ideas simply because you are the one who expressed them. 60. Do not keep useless objects. 61. Do not adorn yourself with exotic ideas. 62. Do not have your photograph taken with famous people. 63. Justify yourself to no one, and keep your own counsel. 64. Never define yourself by what you possess. 65. Never speak of yourself without considering that you might change. 66. Accept that nothing belongs to you. 67. When someone asks your opinion about something or someone, speak only of his or her qualities. 68. When you become ill, regard your illness as your teacher, not as something to be hated. 69. Look directly, and do not hide yourself. 70. Do not forget your dead, but accord them a limited place and do not allow them to invade your life. 71. Wherever you live, always find a space that you devote to the sacred. 72. When you perform a service, make your effort inconspicuous. 73. If you decide to work to help others, do it with pleasure. 74. If you are hesitating between doing and not doing, take the risk of doing. 75. Do not try to be everything to your spouse; accept that there are things that you cannot give him or her but which others can. 76. When someone is speaking to an interested audience, do not contradict that person and steal his or her audience. 77. Live on money you have earned. 78. Never brag about amorous adventures. 79. Never glorify your weaknesses. 80. Never visit someone only to pass the time. 81. Obtain things in order to share them. 82. If you are meditating and a devil appears, make the devil meditate too.
The 82 (purported) Commandments of Gurdjieff via Reyna d’Assia as reported from
1. Ground your
attention on yourself. Be conscious at every moment of what you are thinking,
sensing, feeling, desiring, and doing.
2. Always finish
what you have begun.
3. Whatever you are
doing, do it as well as possible.
4. Do not become
attached to anything that can destroy you in the course of time.
5. Develop your
generosity ‒ but secretly.
6. Treat everyone
as if he or she was a close relative.
7. Organize what you
8. Learn to receive
and give thanks for every gift.
9. Stop defining
10. Do not lie or
steal, for you lie to yourself and steal from yourself.
11. Help your
neighbor, but do not make him dependent.
12. Do not
encourage others to imitate you.
13. Make work plans
and accomplish them.
14. Do not take up
too much space.
15. Make no useless
movements or sounds.
16. If you lack
faith, pretend to have it.
17. Do not allow
yourself to be impressed by strong personalities.
18. Do not regard
anyone or anything as your possession.
19. Share fairly.
20. Do not seduce.
21. Sleep and eat
only as much as necessary.
22. Do not speak of
your personal problems.
23. Do not express
judgment or criticism when you are ignorant of most of the factors involved.
24. Do not
establish useless friendships.
25. Do not follow
26. Do not sell
contracts you have signed.
28. Be on time.
29. Never envy the
luck or success of anyone.
30. Say no more
31. Do not think of
the profits your work will engender.
32. Never threaten
33. Keep your
34. In any
discussion, put yourself in the other person’s place.
35. Admit that
someone else may be superior to you.
36. Do not
eliminate, but transmute.
37. Conquer your
fears, for each of them represents a camouflaged desire.
38. Help others to
39. Conquer your
aversions and come closer to those who inspire rejection in you.
40. Do not react to
what others say about you, whether praise or blame.
41. Transform your
pride into dignity.
42. Transform your
anger into creativity.
43. Transform your
greed into respect for beauty.
44. Transform your
envy into admiration for the values of the other.
45. Transform your
hate into charity.
46. Neither praise
nor insult yourself.
47. Regard what
does not belong to you as if it did belong to you.
48. Do not
49. Develop your
50. Never give
orders to gain the satisfaction of being obeyed.
51. Pay for
services performed for you.
52. Do not
proselytize your work or ideas.
53. Do not try to
make others feel for you emotions such as pity, admiration, sympathy, or
54. Do not try to
distinguish yourself by your appearance.
contradict; instead, be silent.
56. Do not contract
debts; acquire and pay immediately.
57. If you offend
someone, ask his or her pardon; if you have offended a person publicly,
58. When you
realize you have said something that is mistaken, do not persist in error
through pride; instead, immediately retract it.
59. Never defend
your old ideas simply because you are the one who expressed them.
60. Do not keep
61. Do not adorn
yourself with exotic ideas.
62. Do not have
your photograph taken with famous people.
yourself to no one, and keep your own counsel.
64. Never define
yourself by what you possess.
65. Never speak of
yourself without considering that you might change.
66. Accept that
nothing belongs to you.
67. When someone
asks your opinion about something or someone, speak only of his or her
68. When you become
ill, regard your illness as your teacher, not as something to be hated.
69. Look directly,
and do not hide yourself.
70. Do not forget
your dead, but accord them a limited place and do not allow them to invade your
71. Wherever you
live, always find a space that you devote to the sacred.
72. When you
perform a service, make your effort inconspicuous.
73. If you decide
to work to help others, do it with pleasure.
74. If you are
hesitating between doing and not doing, take the risk of doing.
75. Do not try to
be everything to your spouse; accept that there are things that you cannot give
him or her but which others can.
76. When someone is
speaking to an interested audience, do not contradict that person and steal his
or her audience.
77. Live on money
you have earned.
78. Never brag about
79. Never glorify
80. Never visit
someone only to pass the time.
81. Obtain things
in order to share them.
82. If you are
meditating and a devil appears, make the devil meditate too.
I'm thinking of giving my autistic character a pet (probably a cat). What kind of concerns are there? Would it overall be helpful, or would it be overwhelming? Thanks!
As for pretty much every question concerning autism, the answer is “it depends” - on the person, and also on the animal.
Here are the main issues an autistic person might have with having an animal:
The noise. If it’s a cat who meows a lot, or a dog who barks a lot, or a bird, it might be difficult to get to a quiet space when your character is overloaded and needs a break from sensory stimulation.
Executive dysfunction can make it hard to take care of yourself, let alone of another living being who completely depends on you. Same for lack of energy/spoons. Having a pet adds tasks which have to be done everyday (feeding it, walking it…), which can be difficult sometimes/ always. If your character has very few spoons left, will they use them to feed themselves or their pet ? This is especially true for animals which need a lot of specialized care, such as “exotic pets” or pets with an illness.
A cat generally needs less care than most other pets, so it might indeed be a good choice for your character. The ideal would be a very quiet cat who doesn’t meow a lot, and if possible, having someone else to take care of it (a roommate/partner/parent…) if your character is ever unable to do so because of lack of spoons/executive dysfunction.
But having a pet can also be very nice, enjoyable and even helpful to an autistic person for a whole variety of reasons. I’ll go with a cat as an example. Here are some of the benefits of having a cat for an autistic person:
The regular joy that a cat provides to any owner by being adorable and funny and a cat.
So soft!!! Great for texture stimming
If it’s a big cat who likes to sit on you, pressure!
Purring is such a nice sound
Great source of comfort when the world gets too much
Having a responsability and another being who depends on you can actually help with executive dysfunction, because that motivation can be stronger than inertia sometimes
Some types of cats are better for autistic people than others, too. Certain “breeds” have calmer temperaments. More active cats require more attention and energy to care for. An autistic person can often care for a cat without help, depending on what issues they have.
Assuming the person is able to care for the cat, there are indeed a lot of potential benefits, as Mod Cat said. Cats are also very sensitive animals. If they have a strong bond with their human, they can respond to the human’s needs, being calmer when the human needs to be calmed down, for example, demanding to be played with when the human is depressed and needs motivation to get up and move around.
My personal example: I live alone, thus far unsuccessful in my attempts to find a successful romantic relationship. I often struggle with depression, and the cat forces me to get up and move. He won’t let me sleep late - he’ll get me up to feed him (when young he tried to do so with claws, but I trained him instead to lie on my chest and purr until I was able to get up). If I’ve been sitting around for too long, he pushes me to play with him. If I’m sad, drained, unable to play, he will instead curl up next to me wherever I am and either purr or fall asleep. When I have meltdowns, he keeps a distance until I’ve calmed down, then curls up with me to help me relax. He sleeps in my bed with me like a teddy bear so I don’t feel lonely. Even when I struggle with self-care, I am always able to care for him - it has a very high priority in my mind and can, as Cat describes, help get me going when I’m having trouble with executive functioning.
Some people also have or train specific “therapy cats” for autistic people. These are cats with a very calm temperament, who are not bothered no matter what the human does, and which are always available for cuddles and purrs when the person needs them
That thing you wrote about Molasses- about your breeding line... I've never heard someone talk about breeding with so much passion, talk about their animals' family lineages like it actually mean something... If I ever have the time, space, money, and energy for a pigeon I'll purchase a COF from your loft. Theyre beautiful, the way you talk about them is beautiful... I don't think I've ever seen a better bird breeder, and I bred bantams for years. I'm floored, my hat to you. You do good work.
Life is prescious, and these are lives that I personally brought about.
I have 5 years worth of records detailing the known families of every single bird hatched here.
This loft isn’t just small because of a lack of space. I could have gotten a significantly larger aviary built out back.
It’s small so that there physically can never be more breeding pairs than I can keep up with.
If I can’t look at a bird and tell you at a glance exactly who it is and who its parents are, then there are too many birds and I need to hatch control until most of the babies go home.
(Oops! Hit send too soon!)
These are my kids.
I know them.
Not by band number, by their faces.
They are each individuals, all of whom I want the best for.
Thank you so much for your encouragement!
It really makes me happy to know that my efforts make a real difference.
Sam groaned as he packed his bag in the trunk of the small beetle. “If you and your fellow grandpa wanna have a little getaway together, why invite me?”
Steve came into the tower’s garage with his bags in hand. “We’re taking Buck sightseeing in Pennsylvania. I wanted to invite you as well because you and him don’t get along. And, when was the last time you and (Y/N) went to Pennsylvania?” he sighed, following Sam’s actions by stacking his bags onto his. “We’ve already been through this, Sam.”
Sam sighed in defeat, leaning against the car’s back doors. He admitted that he was a little excited to go to the area, considering the fact that he hadn’t been there in a while. You, on the other hand, had actually never been to Pennsylvania, which was exciting.
Meanwhile, while the two Avengers have their little argument, you were busy finishing packing on your floor of the tower. It would be in the 80s and 90s in Pennsylvania, so you brought your shorts, skirts, and even some sundresses so you would be able to be undercover, just incase something were to happen. You wondered how the three of them would act in the car. Well, the two of them since Steve would be the quiet one. You sighed as you wondered why you agreed to going with Steve. Being crushed in a car with two super soldiers and a guy with wings is not something you’d be looking forward to. Maybe you could back out right now..
“Knock knock,” a voice said from your door. You turned around to see Natasha standing in the doorway, a camera in hand. “You almost ready for your honeymoon?” she joked as she sat next to you at the foot of your bed.
“Definitely.” You sighed. “Wait, I thought you were on a mission?” You asked, closing the lid of your bag.
“Just got back. Shh, don’t tell Steve, though. He’ll force me to tag along as well.” She laughed. “How long will you be out?”
You wondered the same thing. Putting your mini sized bag on the floor, you asked, “Hey F.R.I.D.A.Y, do you know how long I’ll be in Pennsylvania?”
“Captain Rogers says the four of you will be staying for two nights, Agent (Y/N).”
You groaned. “Two nights, Nat. Two nights of bickering and arguing.”
“You’ll survive, (Y/N).” Nat said as she rolled your bag out the door. You followed her out the door and to the elevators.
“What’s the polaroid for?” You asked her as you pressed the button to the garage. She handed you the small black camera.
“Take some pictures for me.” She smiled.
The elevator dinged and you stepped in with your bag. “You know I have a phone, right?” You said, holding your hand out to talk to her longer, stopping the doors from closing.
“Ooooh.. Almost forgot to tell you that Steve has this strict rule of using electronics. Sorry, kiddo! Gonna have to go old school and use a polaroid.” She winked before the doors closed.
“Wait wha-“ You said but the doors shut and went down. You leaned against the glass wall of the elevator. I’m gonna kill you, Rogers.
While the elevator was going down, you noticed that the floor number 75 was lit up, indicating that someone pressed the button to go down as well.
The elevator door opened up and the AI spoke.
“Good evening, Sargent Barnes.” F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice spoke up. Looking up, you stood next to the former soldier, Bucky Barnes.
Bucky nodded and walked inside. You gave the soldier a warm welcoming smile.
“Hey, (Y/N). Where are you headed to?” He asked, gesturing to your bag. You gave him a confused look. Didn’t he know that you were going?
“With you guys, obviously.” You responded. You looked at him. Hair tied back in a bun, wearing a grey sweater.
“Oh. Ohh.. Right. Pennsylvania.” He said. before a long silence took up the small space between the two of you. “You uh..You excited?” he asked.
You smirked. “Super.”
The doors finally opened to the garage. Bucky and you walked out to greet the others waiting by the car.
“Look who decided to finally show up.” Sam spoke, earning a mumbled ’Sam..’ from Steve. The two of them hugged you before they helped put your bags in.
“I’m sure you can put your own bags in, tin can.” Sam said to Bucky as Bucky lifted his own bag in. Bucky gave Sam a dirty look before going with Steve. Just then, Tony came into the garage.
“Ahh, what do we have here?” Tony said as he walked closer to the four of you. “Frosties, Birdman, Femme Fatale, and a blue beetle. No invite?” he joked as he patted the used car. Bucky grumbled at the name given to him and Steve, while you laughed at his reaction.
“We did invite you, Tony. You just declined the offer.” Steve spoke. Tony slowly nodded his head.
“Riight. Hey, (Y/N), did Steve tell you about the strict rule of no electronics whilst on the road?” He asked as he held out his hand, gesturing for you to give your device to him.
You sighed. “Yeah. Nat told me. Which is why I brought a damn polaroid just incase Steve here doesn’t get offended by the camera I was originally gonna bring.” You gave your device to Tony as he collected Bucky and Sam’s phones.
“Hey, I like to be old school.” Steve joked as he got in the car. You heard Bucky and Sam arguing over who got shotgun, before you turned around to talk to Tony.
“If you need anything, call me.” Tony said. “Well.. From a payphone or something.” He laughed. You smiled and gave the millionaire a hug before hopping into the back seat with Bucky. Turns out he didn’t get shotgun, but got the winning seat after all because he was sitting next to you.
The four of you backed out of the garage and started your long journey to Philadelphia. You stared out of the car’s window, looking at all of the beautiful skyscrapers that towered above you in the 8:00 sunset. Manhattan was a beautiful place, and you admitted that you couldn’t get enough of it. Traveling to a new city with your fellow superhero, ass-kicking friends made it more exciting, you admitted. Being away from a little technology once in a while sure is good, as well. You wondered if anyone had brought their little gadgets to play with. And plus, all of you needed a break, since you had all gone blood, sweat, and tears on multiple body bruising missions. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
You turned to look at the man beside you. Bucky was sitting in his seat, your shoulder slightly touching his because of the lack of personal space in the car, but you didn’t mind it. He was staring out the window, his metal arm hanging out of it as he admired the city like what you did. There was little music in the background, The Ramones playing softly as Steve drove the four of you. Thank goodness for silence, you thought.
Just when you came out of your thoughts, Sam put his hand out the window, the other hand touching a device he had in hand.
“Hey guys, look at the view we got from down here.” He said, holding up a glass flatscreen camera for you guys to see. You all saw an amazing view of New York City from… a drone?
“How are you getting that?” you asked as you pulled at the sunroof, exposing the dim light of day that was left.
“What the fuck,” Bucky exclaimed. “he brought Red Wing!”
Steve heavily sighed, shaking his head in disapproval at Sam. “I said no electronics, Sam.”
“Yeah, but look at this view! It can go perfect for our trip so we don’t have to go to an observatory or something.” Sam said as he screenshotted the view he had. Just then, as Sam was about to change Red Wing’s location, Bucky pulled something out from under the seat of the car. He took his metal arm out of the left window, and put it up and out of the sunroof.
Steve jerked the car to the right before putting it back in position from the loud noise. You saw that Sam’s camera was black with the words “CONNECTION FAILURE.” plastered in red on the screen. Sam and you both looked at Bucky, as Steve exchanged glances at Bucky through the mirror and with the sunroof.
“What the fuck was the for, man?!” Sam shouted, trying to fix his camera. The four of you saw Red Wing collapse down onto the street, a few cars ahead of you.
You then realized that Bucky had shot Red Wing without even looking up at the target.
“As Steve said, no electronics.” Bucky said in monotone, a smirk leaving his face after. You chuckled at his behavior.
“Buck, why do you have a gun with you?” Steve said over Sam’s complaining.
“For emergencies.” he smiled. You laughed back at him, patting Sam’s shoulders as the car entered the freeway.
“It’s alright, Sam. We’ll make you a new toy when we get back.” You laughed. Tony would be able to give him a new one within minutes.
“He wasn’t a toy.” He muttered, slouching in his seat.
You sighed at his childish behavior, resting your feet on the console in front of you before closing your eyes and leaning your head on the window.
“Bucky, say sorry to Sam now.” Steve spoke using his great fatherly voice. You felt the tension between Sam and Bucky, them mumbling words to each other like little toddlers. You and Steve were gonna be their parents during this trip, you could picture it. Maybe you guys could get a family deal at restaurants or something because you all looked like a family. A very dysfunctional family.
“Barnes, say sorry to Sam before I tear your metal arm off. Again.” you spoke, eyes not opening as you finally found a comfortable spot to stay in.
Bucky mumbled a “sorry,” hidden behind a whisper, but you heard it. He then did the same as you did, resting his feet on top of yours, putting his hand in his chin.
Sam yawned. “I’d love to see you get frozen again.” he said before he closed his eyes.
“What’d you say, feathers?”
This was gonna be a long trip, you knew that for sure.
“You… Annabelle, the most annoying creature I have ever had the displeasure of meeting. You have no concept of personal space, you are always right up against me trying to make me do something stupid. You lack almost all knowledge of social cues like when to leave someone alone. You’re loud, frustrating to be around and I wish you the worst.” The Zoroark snaps angrily, clearly seething and in general salty. He took a moment to calm down before he commented once more, his eyes softening “ But? I’ve never had or met someone who could top you as a lover~ You’re someone who despite your causation of lack of personal space will listen and help me solve a problem. Thank you”
scene from an AU w @hyperion-trashboat Jack trying to teach Rhys to bake and how to properly crack an egg one-handed (feat. lack of personal space) ;D
Thanks for everyone that’s been so patient during this serious lack of content. I’ve had a lot of things going on medically and school-wise and I really, really appreciate your support and patience<333 You’re all fantastic!
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☛ In which Taehyung is way too close to Jimin but not close enough for comfort.
✘ ~1.5k words, idolverse VMin, plat/rom
The thing is that Taehyung isn’t good with boundaries.
Jimin doesn’t mean that in the lack of personal space, sits-on-your-fucking-lap, eats-out-of-your-plate thing (well not just that, at least, because Taehyung definitely does that too, but for the most part, they’re quirks Jimin can live with).
No, Jimin means relationship boundaries.
“Holy shit,” Taehyung breathes just behind Jimin ten minutes before they go up on stage. They were barely two months into debut and Jimin was jumpy as it was to say the least; notoriously self conscious about his plump cheeks and baby face and determined to cling to his abs to get Bangtan noticed in a sea of nameless idol groups. Needless to say, Jimin didn’t appreciate being crept up on without warning.
“What the hell, Taehyung,” Jimin curses softly, twisting the mic away from his face. In retrospect, Jimin thinks maybe it’s almost funny how used to Taehyung he is now, how Taehyung could come into the room with pink tights and a bowling ball and Jimin wouldn’t look at him twice. But for now, Jimin has only known Taehyung for under a year and Taehyung is still the weird, handsome kid that cannot seem to lose his Daegu accent.
Taehyung doesn’t really hear Jimin, instead taking his time to ogle obviously at Jimin’s netted see through shirt.
“What is it?” Jimin shuffles nervously, inferiority flooding his stomach in pools under Taehyung’s gaze which has presently broken into the prettiest smile Jimin has seen in a while (there wasn’t much Jimin knew of Taehyung back then except that bright orange hair suited the guy and that if there was a smile in the world that could make things alright, it was Kim Taehyung’s).
“It’s nothing,” Taehyung manages out, almost giggling and wrapping his arms around Jimin’s waist into a back hug. Jimin’s eyes widen in surprise because ‘people are watching’ and ‘personal space’ and ‘men don’t do this’ -
“You look positively edible,” Taehyung whispers to Jimin, lips gently touching the shell of Jimin’s ear as the manager calls for positions.
“What’s up with you?” Jungkook asks, eyebrow raised and Jimin imagines he must look like so odd right now; ears and cheeks flushed a bright red, mouth half hanging open. There’s a strangled reply in his mouth somewhere but then Taehyung winks at him from across the stage and the reply dies somewhere in Jimin’s throat when the lights come on.
And look, in his defense, Taehyung doesn’t mean to. Jimin gets it. Taehyung’s just kind of likethat, like the way Namjoon hyung is kind of just responsible, and the way Yoongi hyung is kind of just a perfectionist. It doesn’t leave much room for choice in Jimin’s head.
At least none that he can verbalize, even if it has been three years since they’ve debuted and he knows Taehyung by the sound of his breathing by now.
Like actually tell someone as pure and excited as Taehyung that this was ‘too close’ or something ‘guys don’t do’.
Or call Taehyung out of the time they all played truth or dare and Taehyung didn’t even try to object to giving Jimin a lap dance.
Or the time they did the ‘War of Hormone’ concept and Taehyung made direct eye contact with Jimin every time he put that lollipop in his mouth (and Jimin couldn’t explain away the blood rushing to his face after that for the rest of the photoshoot).
Except when Taehyung shoves his tongue in Jimin’s mouth and Jimin thinks that if there was ever a time to draw a line, it would be here.
“Oh my god,” Taehyung squeals and Jimin whips around, the last piece of Seokjin’s homemade chocolate in his hand.
It’s Saturday afternoon and they’re standing in the kitchen. It’s one of those rare days with little to no schedules (except Namjoon hyung, who seems to always be busy and Jimin has to admit, leader was not a role he’d ever want to be in) for any of them, and most of the members were still in bed catching up on some well deserved rest. Jimin hadn’t really heard Taehyung get up but he assumes it couldn’t have been too long ago judging by his bed hair and rumpled night clothes.
“Is that the last piece, Park fucking Jim -”
Jimin shrugs, popping it into his mouth for good measure.
Jimin doesn’t process what happens after that very well, except that there is a strangled cry and a blur of where Taehyung was and suddenly Taehyung’s lips are smashed against Jimin’s and this is really not how Jimin had pictured his morning going.
Jimin freezes up entirely, body immediately hot at the dawn of realization that this was actually happening, Taehyung was kissing him, lips moving against his mouth, that it was actually kind of fucking hot and that Jimin hadn’t actually moved away in disgust yet for some odd reason -
And then there’s tongue and a jolt of electricity goes down Jimin’s spine because gosh, he’s never had someone’s tongue in his mouth before, never even kissed anyone, let alone someone with lips a lot of softer and more skilled than Jimin thought they would be. A stray thought about how much practice Taehyung must have at this occurs to him when Taehyung pulls away.
“Damn, you already swallowed it,” Taehyung sighs, backing away and opening the fridge to find something else. Jimin has a vague feeling of deja vu with his mouth hanging open and face flushed but he’s thankful Jungkook isn’t here to raise eyebrows.
“Pizza?” Taehyung asks, rubbing his eyes over the fridge door and taking out the delivery box.
“Uh huh,” Jimin nods and Taehyung warms two slices, humming the tune to an old classic which Jimin is almost sure is about friends that fall in love.
Wrote this for romanoffsbite because she put together my gorgeous theme and then installed it. There are no words for how happy it made me, so hopefully this will suffice.
Caroline woke, not remembering falling asleep. She remembered the searing pain of Klaus’ bite. She vividly recalled the conversation that led to the taste of his blood on her tongue; her fingers twitched with the need to cup the healed skin of her neck. Instead, she cracked open her eyes and let out a shaky breath as she took in bedding that wasn’t hers.
“Sleep well, love?”
She licked her lips, and mentally braced herself before sitting up to look at Klaus. He was looking out a window, posture relaxed. As best she could tell, it was still night and only a few hours had passed. He wore the same shirt and pants from earlier, and she was uncomfortably aware of the smell of her blood against her clothes.
Her gaze skittered across the contents of the room, stomach jumping as she realized what she was looking at. His room. This place felt like him, the faintest hint of acrylics under the lingering scent she associated with Klaus.
Why was she in his bed?
“Why am I here?” The words were blurted, a rush of sound to cover her shock.
Klaus turned and Caroline’s stomach muscles went tight at the expression behind his eyes. He made no move to approach her or the bed, but there was something palpable in the air. Her hands curled tightly in the sheets and he smiled, a slow curve of his mouth.
“Should I have left you on the couch? Waited for your friends to retrieve you?”
“The way today has gone, why not?” Caroline responded sharply. It was on the tip of her tongue to ask if Tyler had come back, to see if his gamble had worked. If any of the others had come by. But she already knew the answer, and wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
“Come now, Caroline,” Klaus murmured as he shifted to face her fully. “Our discussion tonight has hardly started.”
She pushed the sheets back and slid off his bed. It was unsettling, being barefoot in his presence. Heels usually put them on eye level, gave her the impression of equal footing. Barefoot, he stood taller than her by a few inches, but Klaus never relied on height to make an impression. The force of his presence, his lack of concern for personal space and his ability to read people was more than dangerous enough. She curled her toes against cool wood floors, tried to ignore the intimacy.
“What could we possible have to discuss?” Caroline asked warily.
His hands slipped into his pockets, smile fading from his face. “Let’s not play games, sweetheart. We both know your friends will be frantically beating down my door soon enough, if not your mother. And you are very much alive.”
Caroline crossed her arms. “Should I thank you, then?”
“We both know better than to expect that,” Klaus said coolly. “What’s done is done, Caroline. So now we’ll both live with the consequences.”
For the first time since she awoke, he moved towards her. Something about the way he prowled towards her had her heels sinking into the floor to keep from flinching. Her gaze narrowed as he reached out and brushed away a rumpled curl, stroking the healed skin of her throat. She caught his hand, pushed it away and set her teeth as his eyes returned to hers.
“Well, love, that’ll depend on you.” Klaus laced his hands behind his back, watched her with eyes threaded gold. “Your little doppelgänger gang killed Kol.”
“I’m unlikely to forget or forgive, as I’m certain you’re aware,” Klaus murmured, voice edged like a blade. “Silas is a threat looming above your head, and this impossible cure a danger I cannot continue to ignore. So now I must ask the question - what to do with you?”
Danger pricked at her senses, fear a spike in her gut. There was iron in Klaus’ gaze, a hint of the feral determination that made him such a terrible enemy. Licking dry lips, she shook her head. “Whatever you’re thinking, no.”
A hint of a smile, but it was chilling. “Now, sweetheart, we both know that’s an impossibility. You’ve declared my feelings, and I could not watch you die; we both may come to regret that. So now we are at an impasse. You are a weakness, Caroline. You make me vulnerable, and tonight has proven I cannot so easily dispose of this.”
Caroline lifted her chin, did not flinch back from the razors in his voice. “I’m not responsible for your emotions, Klaus.”
“But will you take responsibility for playing them, love?” He shifted his weight to his toes, loomed close with those few inches above her. “Because I will no longer be played. My brother is dead. A thousand years I’ve kept my family alive, and a bloody doppelgänger takes him from me.”
She said nothing. What could she say? She felt the threat behind his eyes down to her bones, but she found herself unable to salt the wound.
“I want you to think very carefully about what’s important to you, Caroline. Because I’m done being nice.”
She narrowed her gaze. “What does that mean?”
His hand snaked around the nape of her neck, the other bruising against her hip. “It means I will not tolerate your games, love. No more free passes, no more little distractions. I may want you, I may be unable to crush this tenderness in my chest, but I’m not one of your teenage lovers. If you want my attention, you’ll have it. But I think we both know you’re not quite ready for that, are you?”
She flattened her hands on his chest and glared up at him. “I don’t like threats.”
“That’s hardly a threat love. Merely a promise. A threat would be to spell you to this room, where I’d know you’re safe. To trap you in a gilded cage of silk and decadence, until you forget what life is like outside the carnality of my bed. Until your mother and your friends fade to distant memories. Your eyes spit at me, but even a vampire can fight only so long. There are ways to break a person, little love, that do not require torture.” Klaus dimpled at her, ran his thumb against the column of her throat. “That is a threat. And one you would do well to consider each time you choose to bait me.”
Caroline held onto her bravado, but barely. Her monster was pressed tightly against her skin, her nails digging into his chest. Jaw working, she took a slow breath. “And one day, I’d kill you for it.”
He laughed low in his throat, his grip easing on her hip. “You’re still young, Caroline, but I’ve no doubt you’d try. I don’t mind a little violence in my foreplay. But lucky for you, I want you willing. I’ve no intention of forcing you into my bed, when I can have you so sweetly begging.”
“You’re an ass,” she snapped. “And that little speech is hardly winning you favors.”
“I’ll make it up to you when you’re willing,” Klaus replied with a shrug. “It’s important that you understand what you’re dealing with, Caroline, because you’re going to be dealing with me for a very long time.”
“So you say,” she ground out, putting a little more force behind her hands. He didn’t budge.
“Silas will not wake.”
She paused, frowning at him. “What?”
The hand curved around her neck squeezed, fingers digging into the tight muscles. His eyes laughed at her when she tightened further, thumb a glide against her skin. “Silas. I’ve no intention of letting him rise, and you will do whatever necessary to stop his resurrection.”
“Here I thought you wanted the cure.”
“To destroy it. It cost me a brother,” Klaus said flatly. “Your friends are living on borrowed time.”
She went painfully stiff under his hands. “Don’t you dare touch them.”
Klaus bent, so that they were nose to nose. “How many more will you let be sacrificed on the pyre of the doppelgänger? But don’t fret, love. I’ve no intention of touching a hair on their heads. In fact, I’ll be leaving shortly, hence why you’ll be running all necessary interference.”
“You’re leaving?” She didn’t trust that smile, didn’t want to examine the mix of relief and alarm.
“I’ll be getting my brother back,” Klaus said lightly. “Kol isn’t forgiving. And when he comes to exact his revenge, you’ll not interfere.”
“Raising the dead is impossible.”
“Hardly. You just haven’t met the right witches. I know several.” He grinned, and something about that smile had her stomach flipping. If he brought Kol back, she knew her friends would die. All of them. Caroline stared at Klaus and swallowed painfully.
“You think I’ll just watch them die?”
“You’re more than welcome to take your mother and leave. I’d be happy to make suggestions, open one of my homes to you.”
She scoffed. “As if she’d go for that.”
“But you would?” Klaus all but purred, smile curling into temptation.
Caroline lifted her chin. “You’re hardly the worst devil I’d bargain with for my mom.”
“Which brings me to my next point,” Klaus murmured. “You will tell me should you require assistance, love.”
“With Silas? Fine.” She didn’t want to raise him anyway and there were so many things wrong with Damon’s plan.
“No.” She refused to acknowledge the fingers delving through the curls at the base of her neck. “I mostly certainly will not.”
“That was not a suggestion.”
“Still a big, fat no.” He bared his teeth, eyes bleeding gold as he pulled her onto her toes. She glared at the monster a hair’s breath from her mouth. “Don’t bully me.”
“Be smart about this, Caroline.”
“Oh, I am.” She jabbed her fingers into him, let her own monster slide into her eyes. “You want to come tangle with a near immortal monster, be my guest. But I haven’t invited you into my life, and I won’t have you looming over it like some primordial evil when I’m living it. So no, I won’t use you like some get out of jail free card and you’re going to have to live with that. You want me, Klaus? We’ll this is how you start. By respecting my choices.”
“I will not compromise on your safety,” Klaus rumbled, the wolf vivid in his voice. “You wanted to live sweetheart, we’ll here we are.”
“So let me live,” she shot back. “I’m not yours Klaus, regardless of your emotions towards me.”
“Shall we test that?”
“What?” Caroline nearly stuttered as the predator in his gaze shifted to something that left her blood running suddenly hot.
“How long do you think it’d take me to have you naked and wet against my tongue?”
Klaus’ laughter puffed against her lips and he let her rest back on her heels. The hand at her hip lifted to brush her lips. “I’ve dreamed of you in my bed. I’ll sleep surrounded by your scent tonight, the lingering taste of your blood on my sheets and against my tongue. But you’re right. If I take you now, letting you go will never happen.”
“You don’t get to make the decision if I go or stay,” she said stubbornly. “I’m not a toy.”
“No,” he murmured. “But this game between us will play out, little love. Be it centuries or decades from now. So I believe a little taste, just a touch of temptation is best. But I promise to feast later.”
His lips were warm, utterly soft against hers as he leaned into her. Coaxing. He was coaxing her into playing; with the velvet of his tongue and the heat of his hands. Her breath hitched as he seduced her mouth; lips parted with a moan, and he continued to exchange those playful, wet kisses until she chased his tongue, mouth seeking more. He pulled back just as her phone started to ring, eyes feral and triumphant as he smoothed her kiss wet lips with his thumb.
“Bits and pieces, Caroline. I’ll continue to swallow you in in tiny bites, until I have all of you.” He lifted her lax wrist to his mouth and nipped at the veins there. “Until you’re all mine.”
I’m someone who lives with thin privilege, who comes from a family (on both sides) of thin people and someone who has been pretty fucking blind to my own privilege in so many ways. I’ve been following this Tumblr since the summer, and have gone back and read many of the previous entries. This blog has completely opened my eyes to the ways that fat people are delegitimatized and cast off in our society and everyone who contributes to this blog has made me see that this is a broad cultural and systemic issue. I know there’s only so much that individuals can do, but I also recognize my own part: as a gay man (and also as an actor and don’t get me started on the bias in the theater community) the gay culture is one that preaches universal acceptance but has a zero tolerance policy when it comes to different body types. I know that I have, in the past, rejected people because they didn’t match this ideal sense of beauty I’d constructed in my mind. I am trying to get beyond that, to see people for who they are and not to be limited by culturally normative ideals of who I’m supposed to like.
I know that this blog isn’t for people like me, but I can’t be the only person who’s stumbled across it and been powerfully changed. Thank you all so much for the work you’re doing. Thanks so much for the mother fucking profanity in your responses to stupid questions (I love it when you guys take someone down in this sort of amazing righteous way. It makes my day.) Thank you, and thank everyone here who comments, reads, and most importantly moderates and provides the space that is clearly sorely lacking, especially on the interwebs. I’m really appreciative and I will continue to follow you as I continue to try to live a better and more self aware life because of everyone involved. Thank you so so much. - Brooks Reeves. (cause I’m not one of those anonymous dipshits. :P)
See, now, this is what I mean when I say that even though we’re not obligated to educate thin people, we do it all the time anyway, simply by the existence of this blog. It’s also direct disproof to all those claims that our cussin’ drives away thin people instead of educating them. If a few cusswords causes someone to abandon our side – the side where we say everyone deserves to be treated like a human being – then they were never on our side, and they weren’t going to be any time soon. If you can’t understand why oppressed people are angry, and you can’t understand that we have a right to be angry and to express that anger, then you lack empathy, and you still aren’t truly treating oppressed people like they’re full human beings.
There are two kinds of messages we get – pretty regularly, actually – that make this blog worth doing, that make it worth all the personal abuse we mods get. The first and most important is the fat people who write it to say that discovering our blog has made them realize that they are not alone, that now they understand that they do not deserve to be treated this way, and that they are now trying to learn to love their bodies and really viscerally get that they deserve to be treated like full human beings.
The second kind is like this. We don’t publish these as often, because yeah, this is not thin space. I’m publishing this one because, as I said, it demonstrates that actually, some people listen better when we cuss. Cussing demonstrates that we feel deeply, that this is important, that we are angry, in a way that discussing it politely does not. It shows that this is a down-deep thing, not just theory. That this affects our lives. That’s exactly why our oppressors – anybody’s oppressors – want us to be polite about it, so they can pretend that this is not vital, that they can intellectualize and theorize, and ignore how much this genuinely damages us on a day-to-day basis. Human beings cuss – or for those who eschew the actual words, replace them with other interjections – when they are hurt or angry. You stub your toe, you shout, “Ow! Shit!” Somebody in a bar punches you, you shout, “You fucker!” Somebody steals from you, you call them every name you can think of, even if it’s as mild as my grandmother’s, “Well, he’s a real jerk.” It’s a fairly basic part of human behavior.
So when our lives and livelihoods are damaged, when we are paid less, when we are refused jobs, when we are refused adequate healthcare, when we are harassed and told we should be grateful for it, when we fucking die because people think we don’t deserve to be treated as fully human, why the fuck should we not cuss about it? How is that not an adult thing to do, not a human thing to do? The truth is, it is an adult, human thing to do, and they don’t want to acknowledge that we are fully human, and don’t want to let us act as if we are.
Thanks, Brooks. Not only did your letter make me smile, but it gave me a great starting point for another rant.
Justin is my good friend and I find that your lack of support for a fellow trans person is frightening.
Hi! Thanks for writing. I would be very grateful if you could try to communicate with your friend, to give him more context about his behavior.
I support Justin as a male who wants to be gender non-conforming. None of us should be bound by sex role stereotypes! But I say “wants to be”, because right now Justin’s priority seems to be the destruction of female-only space. That is 100% a men’s rights activist position. If Justin “identifies” as a woman, why isn’t he empathizing with and supporting women? Doesn’t he appreciate the differential sex-based socialization which causes girls to fall behind boys in math and science starting in middle school, which is a big part of the reason there’s a 20% “vagina tax”? Doesn’t he realize that a big part of the reason that female-only schools are important is to try to counteract that?
Not to mention, given the reality of male physical and sexual violence directed at women, doesn’t Justin realize that his obviously male body and stereotypical white “cishet” male rage might make some women uncomfortable? Don’t women have the right to set boundaries to protect themselves from male violence? I think so, and I’m not even a woman!
Could you try to talk to your friend, and ask him to stop shitting on women? Women will appreciate it, and trans women who support women will appreciate it. Thanks!
Also, could you tell him: it’s great that you identify as gender non-conforming. Be a gnc male! That’s great. But could you please stop referring to yourself as a “trans woman”, while your behavior is 100% stereotypical entitled white heterosexual male? Hint: the lipstick alone doesn’t make you a laydee - if you put a bow tie on a frog, does that make it an armadillo?
Feel free to put Justin in touch with me if you want.