you are competing with past you

You Chose

You chose.

You chose.

You chose.

You chose to give up.

You chose to hang on.

You chose to react.

You chose to feel insecure.

You chose to feel anger.

You chose to fight back.

You chose to have hope.

You chose to be naïve.

You chose to ignore your intuition.

You chose to ignore advice.

You chose to look the other way.

You chose to not listen.

You chose to be stuck in the past.

You chose your perspective.

You chose to blame.

You chose to be right.

You chose your pride.

You chose your games.

You chose your ego.

You chose your paranoia.

You chose to compete.

You chose your enemies.

You chose your consequences.

You chose.

You chose.

You chose.

You chose.

However, you are not alone. Generations of women in your family have chosen. Women around the world have chosen. We all have chosen at one time in our lives. We stand behind you now screaming:

Choose to let go.

Choose dignity.

Choose to forgive yourself.

Choose to forgive others.

Choose to see your value.

Choose to show the world you’re not a victim.

Choose to make us proud #exactly

You chose.
You chose.
You chose.

You chose to give away your love.
You chose to have a broken heart.
You chose to give up.
You chose to hang on.

You chose to react.
You chose to feel insecure.
You chose to feel anger.
You chose to fight back.
You chose to have hope.

You chose to be naïve.
You chose to ignore your intuition.
You chose to ignore advice.
You chose to look the other way.
You chose to not listen.
You chose to be stuck in the past.

You chose your perspective.
You chose to blame.
You chose to be right.
You chose your pride.
You chose your games.
You chose your ego.
You chose your paranoia.
You chose to compete.
You chose your enemies.
You chose your consequences.

You chose.
You chose.
You chose.
You chose.

However, you are not alone. Generations of women in your family have chosen. Women around the world have chosen. We all have chosen at one time in our lives. We stand behind you now screaming:

Choose to let go.
Choose dignity.
Choose to forgive yourself.
Choose to forgive others.
Choose to see your value.
Choose to show the world you’re not a victim.
Choose to make us proud.

—  Shannon L. Alder

@taylor-tut tHIS IS SO LATE I’M SO SORRY MY FAB FRIENDO! But! It has finally arrived!! I’m sorry if it’s a bit crappy, I like haven’t slept in three days haha

anyhoo, onto the story:

Lance woke up with a sneeze.

He blinked his eyes open, immediately groaning at the light that pierced through his eyeballs and into his temples. He brought an arm up to shield his face, shivering slightly. Taking a deep breath, Lance conducted a mental survey of his condition, assessing his apparently numerous ailments that seem to have manifested overnight.

Congested sinuses that dissolved into a throbbing headache that pulsed outward with each movement? Check. 

Raw, sandpaper throat, and lungs that rattled with every inhale? Check.

The strange sensation of being completely, bone-numbingly cold despite the warmth and clamminess of his limbs? Checkerooni.

Conclusion: Today is gonna suck.

If Lance were to be perfectly honest with himself, he would concede that he had been feeling off these last couple days. Nevertheless, the team needed his 100% right now, and any wooziness he may have felt had to be put on the backburner. With several months having passed without any sign of Shiro, tensions within the castle were palpable.  Keith and Pidge seemed inches away from snapping at any given moment, Allura’s training schedule seemed to have been kicked up the several notches from “very harsh” to “dear god I can taste my own pulse”, and even Hunk and Coran seemed somewhat subdued. It was the least Lance could do to try and keep up, and make sure the other’s stayed optimistic. He was the joker, the sharpshooter - it was his role, no matter how taxing it could be on his own body.

Lance steeled himself, counting down from five, before swinging out of his bed, pausing to lean against the wall as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Once the tilt-a-whirl he usually called a bedroom settled to a soft swaying, Lance began to make his way down to the dining hall.

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Ask meme to get you to talk about your OCs to your followers!!

Section 1 - About:

  1. Briefly Describe your OC: Appearance, personality, role in a story, etc..
  2. Briefly describe their backstory/childhood
  3. Describe their family life and friends.
  4. What is the world they come from like?
  5. Are they original or exist in a certain fandom?
  6. Are they an introvert or extrovert?
  7. Greatest fear?
  8. What’s their sense of humor like?
  9. Favorite pieces of fiction or genres they enjoy?
  10. Favorite music genres?
  11. Describe their vision of a perfect spouse, if applicable.
  12. Largest regret?
  13. Something your OC would say?
  14. Whats their morality like?
  15. Would they live in a city, rural area, or suburb?
  16. Which actor would you like to portray your OC? (Or a voice actor)
  17. Sexuality? Gender Identity?
  18. What inspired you to make this character?

Section 2 - If…

  1. If they existed in another decade, what would they wear? (Asker can choose what decade) (Bonus points if you draw them!)
  2. If they were in a RPG, what would be their class?
  3. If they received a large amount of money no strings attached, what would they use it for?
  4. If they competed on a competitive TV show, how would they approach to winning? (the “mean” one, the one who makes friends, the one who’s there for fun)
  5. If they could change one thing about their past, what would it be?
  6. If you met them, what would they do?
  7. If your character exists in another series’ world, what would they be doing/look like?
  8. Ask your own!

Section 3 - Other:

  1. What other OCs would they get along with?
  2. What’s their singing voice like?
  3. Take a personality test as the character. Post results.
  4. What would be their fighting style in a fighting game like Mortal Kombat, Super Smash Brothers, or Street Fighter?
  5. What are some mannerisms/quirks?
  6. Describe their favorite meal.
  7. What do they do when they’re bored?
  8. How do they express love/affection for someone?
  9. Most embarrassing thing that could/has happened to them?
  10. Make a portrait sketch of them!

One very important thing that I have learned is to stop comparing my life to others. Sometimes, my chapter 1 isn’t like her chapter 1. And more than likely my chapter 14 isn’t like her chapter 14. And I can’t compare my chapter 1 to her chapter 21. They’re all completely incomparable. Everyone has a different path that life is taking them down. Each path is filled with lessons that you can either learn and grow from or let hinder you and depress you. I have accepted my path and what is possibly in store for me, and I’ve chosen to be optimistic about it all. Because honestly, tomorrow (or any day) could be the best day of my life! I will not allow myself to be sad because my life is not moving at the pace I may want it to. There is a silver living in every day and I’ve chosen to see each one. Life is not a competition to see who has the “better” one. The only person who you should be competing with is your past self.

How to Write a Resume LIKE A BOSS

So you’re ready to assume some responsibility and apply for your first job (or your fifth job or your fiftieth job) and you want some tips on writing a good resume, huh? Well, are you are in luck because 1) I’ve edited and proofed so many resumes I could probably write one for each of my friends without their input and 2) I’ve actually taken some classes on this shit. So, basing this primarily on comments I’ve made while correcting someone else’s resume (and while looking at my own for reference), here are my tips on writing a resume.

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Lovers’ Paradox.

Every time he gloats over you, you just want to punch him in the face to shut him up. With your fist or maybe with your mouth. You still aren’t quite sure which one to use yet. Possibly both.

pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre: comedy, slight angst, fluff
type: enemies to lovers / police au
word count: 10,542 words
warnings: a bunch of sexual innuendos
author’s note: happy birthday to my mean ho, pablo, fellow yoongi appreciator, and the bestest friend in the entire universe @zephyoongist​ (i have a longer note for you at the bottom!)

bangtan police unit: a collab with @gukstudio

Lieutenant Min Yoongi had stationed himself at his desk for three hours already, starting from when he came in at six a.m. sharp, and practically inhaled the coffee he had bought from the quaint hole in the wall cafe near his apartment. Despite already downing the largest cup he could order from the shop, he no longer felt the effects of the extra shots of expresso and was forced to drink the watered-down version offered at his workplace. With more caffeine than actual rivulets of carmine running through his veins, Yoongi practically fuels his sleep deprived body with lethal doses of the stale and caustic coffee provided at the Bangtan Police Station.

The crisp sheets of paper from the latest case file he is examining are spread out across his desk in somewhat of a disarray, the original order he had put it in four hours ago now long gone, as he continuously rifles around for certain tidbits of information that can piece the solution together. Picking up what is now his third cup of coffee, he mumbles a variation of curses under his breath when he sees that he had been using the case’s manila folder as a coaster, glaring disdainfully at the blatant brown ring staining the front of the file. He is beginning to lose feeling in his backside, and his mind toys with the thought of taking a nap in one of the cots set up in the backroom. Yet, he cannot take his eyes away from the evidence laid out in front of him; the solution is right there—he can feel it beneath his fingertips as he trails them across the ridged papers and the dark ink.

Three rapid knocks are heard against the glass of his office door, and Yoongi looks up to see Hoseok—his second-in-command sergeant and long-time police partner—enter the room, nervously biting his lower lip. A deeper crease forms between his furrowed eyebrows as Yoongi takes one glance at the worried and tense expression adorning Hoseok’s ordinarily cheery face. He finally speaks up, his voice cracking slightly from disuse. “What is it, Hoseok?”

“Organized Crime sent their sergeant here to work on that case with you.” Hoseok gestures towards the opened file. “Apparently, it’s connected to a string of gang induced murders they’ve been tracking, and—”

“Oh, fuck, no.” Yoongi interrupts, rubbing his temples as he closes his eyes. “Please don’t tell me it’s—”

“Guess I’m stuck with you again. I’d say it’s a pleasure to work with you again, but it really isn’t, so let’s just cut the crap and get straight to it, pretty boy.”

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We Are Young: Chapter 10

Throne of Glass High School AU

Summary: Senior Rowan Whitethorn is new to town. It doesn’t take him long to get use to a new school, make new friends, even join the local hockey team. But it also doesn’t take him long to meet sophomore and figure skater Aelin Galathynius. And it doesn’t take him long to realize one thing; he can’t stand her.

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“Now on the ice, representing Rifthold Royals Figure Skating Club, Aelin Galathynius!” 

“It’s been quite a ride for seventeen-year-old Aelin Galathynius these past few years, and not all of it good. As most of you remember, she was slated to skate at Sectionals two years back, when she dropped out due to the sudden loss of fellow skater, Sam Cortland.” 

“But it’s amazing to finally see her competing here today, Embrys. All that good and bad, it makes you what you are in the big moments. And we’ll see if it ends up being positive here in Perranth.” 

“Niece of Worlds Champion Olron Galathynius, skating her short to The Assassin’s Tango - Aelin Galathynius.”

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Death Note Live Watch Reaction

-*Special Note: HOLY SHIT, this movie is bad

-We are in Seattle. Okay. Sure, why not?

- Anyone else notice how Light is like doing middle school homework in high school? No really, I was doing logarithms in my sophomore year. Sure, I was in honors classes, but come on?

- Light Yagami had a super sense towards the law. He would not be doing other kid’s homework for money. Sorry, but you already screwed up this character with the opening fucking scene.

-Like I am trying. I really am.

-Why does this movie have this 70s high school feel…in 2017? No really, who the fuck cares about cheerleaders and jocks anymore in school? The cool kids now are the fucking prepsters who get good grades and shit or the mopey losers on instagram.

–Oh please tell me that this hot topic heffa is not supposed to be Misa?

-Misa Amane was gothic. Not emo. Fuck….

- Also Misa was a fucking super model. She is not some ordinary white girl. She is headturningly beautiful. I am not taking away from the actress because she is attractive in that ordinary white girl across the street type of way, but no.

-Oh god, I hate the music. This is what DmC did to Devil May Cry. This is so bad. Like Death Note had ominous chanting to death metal. Not soem 80s syth pop.

- The music does not match!

-No one sees a book falling from the sky in the open? Okay.

- I get that everyone else heads inside, but why would football players? I mean it is just rain and as far I’ve seen, Football players play in the rain, snow, sleet, or hail. Even high school. Then again, I went to a school with a highly competive football team so yeah.

-The bully? I don’t know if this movie knows what schools are like now and days. Bullies are few and far in between in that make. People resort to passive aggressiveness now or cyberbullying.

- Flash Thompson in Spider-man: Homecoming is today’s type of bully. Whoever this Biff looking motherfucker is a thing of the past.

- Misa(if that is even her name) has some stupid lines. Like you are such a stupid fuck? Really? stupid fuck? Alright.

-HEY DON’t TOUCH HER! Fuck, Light, why are you screaming? They just pushed the girl. They didn’t fucking impale her or beat her up. The fuck?

-Also Light Yagami, is a misogynist who thinks women are useless and get in his way. He would step in the way to save Misa from a bully, yes, but he would not be super abrasive about it or psycho.

-They really do not get Light Yagami at all. He is not a bullied character. If Light were the one stepping up to Biff from Back to the Future, Light would immediately threaten to go to the authority(in this case adults) or talk the guy down while being impossibly smug. He would not taunt the guy out loud. And the guy would not be in Light’s face taunting him because Light is, wait for it….one of the popular kids. Yes. Light is that asshole prep kid who has the future lined up for him. He is brilliant, and smart, and pretty, and all those things women love him for and why men want to be him. They fucked this movie up from the get go.

-Threatening child abuse? Really Light? Okay

-I am trying. I really am.

- White Yagami: I was beat up and you are worried that I threatened the academic integrity of school. You should pay attention to people who make life worse for everybody, principal, and not the guy is cheats for people.

- Thank you, principal for not buying into his bullshit.

- Boo-hoo, I was not rewarded for being a male savior.

-I stopped trying btw.

- The dialogue is soooo bad. “Hey I was awake…I was a tree or something?” What? Even? Ugh?

- Well White Yagami is the type of white boy who investigates the danger in horror movies. 

-Okay, that scream will great. LMAO

-This home boy literally shrieked!

- He is really losing his shit. OMG.

- Ryuk is fucking wasteful. That is a whole lot of apple that is not eaten. 

- White Yagami is so fucking crass. Everybody is dropping f-bombs like it is the biggest word they know.

-Ryuk sounds like Ryuk.

- Ryuk is tempting White Yagami to write in the Death Note? Oh God!

- Did these assholes even see Death Note? I really have to ask because ugh!

- This is the first 10 minutes, and I can’t even. 

- Look, what made Light so special is that when Ryuk dropped the Death Note, he wanted to see what would happen. He thought someone who picked up the Death Note would just write someone’s name out of curiosity or even do some revenge kills because that is what people do. So when he tracks down Light and sees that he, after testing the Death Note out, filled out entire pages, he was shocked. Light did not need any push to start killing. He already had it in him.

- Like Ryuk is actually encouraging him? Are they exonerating Light in this movie?

-Like no?

- When did Death Note become fucking final destination?

-…You know what? Fuck this movie.I am not going to subject myself to this shit. I love myself too much to watch this and that is saying something because I have severe clinical depression.

-ten minutes in and I am done.

Notebook Journal

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warning: Super long and rambly but pretty fluffy?

Words: 2201 Longest yet

Prompt: “I did not mean for stripping to come from this.” 

Tags: @captainswriting

  You’ve known Peter your entire school life. In preschool, you sat next to each other and that must’ve set a pattern for you both, even though you became friends in fifth grade. He was never the toughest guy, still isn’t in your opinion, he was more like a small, fluffy puppy. That didn’t have teeth. Or nails.

  Okay, so he’s a stuffed animal.

  So, one fateful day at recess, you saw your next desk over classmate getting picked on. Being the type of girl that never cared about getting dirty or danger, you walked up behind the bully and kicked the back of his knees. Needless to say, after you served detention time, you hid for a couple days.

  You almost regretted it when Peter started following you around. Sure, you were, and still are, tough, but you’re no bodyguard. However, the brown-haired puppy-boy grew on you and soon he didn’t have to follow you; you met at the bus stop.

  So grew a strong friendship. You added Ned to your small group, then Michelle (sorta, she sort of just kind of hung out with all of you), though it made people call you the Nerd Patrol. Did any of you care?

  Well, a little at first, but not now.

  When you turned fourteen, something changed. You didn’t see Peter as your puppy boy friend (even though he still is). You saw his awkward, lanky, adorable shyness and how much he cares about his friends. You started noticing little things about him. How he’d mess with his hair when he’d stutter nervously, how he’d send you adorable smiles when you walked by in the halls, even how he’d chew his lip during a test. 

  Then you realized.

  You have a crush on your best friend.

  Except, he has a crush on Liz and you can’t blame him. She’s beautiful and smart and they look adorable next to each other. Who really wouldn’t love Liz? And you? Just some tomboy, dorky, nerd. Sure, that’s who Peter is, minus the tomboy part, but he deserves someone perfect, like Liz.

  You slam your locker shut in frustration as your thoughts race, followed by your heart when you think of Peter. All you wanna do is bang your head into it, but a quick glance to your left shows Michelle leaning against the wall with a granola bar in hand. She holds it out to you and your stomach grumbles.
  “How’d you know I didn’t eat breakfast?”

  She looks you over with a somewhat bored but knowing look. “Your hair’s in a messy ponytail and looks kinda greasy, you’re wearing a pair of your sweats and a loose T. Usually, you have your hair up neatly, you wear graphic Ts, and camos. So, no shower, slept in, and didn’t eat yet. Also, you’re upset.”

  You sigh and take the bar from her. “You know, you’re incredibly scary when you do that.”

  She shrugs, pushing off the wall. “Come on, don’t wanna miss an opportunity to draw people in distress.”

  You shake your head, following her slowly. “God, you’re so strange.”

  Settling into your seat, you bring your notebook out and start jotting down some thoughts, mostly about how you’re trying and failing to control your emotions for your best friend. Who just happens to choose now to sit next to you now.

  “Hey, Y/n. Whatcha doing?” Peter tries to lean over to see your writing.

  You shut it quickly, sliding it into your backpack and bringing out your notes for class. “Just waiting for class to start. Where were you last night? I thought we were supposed to be studying together.”

  He facepalms, groaning into his hand. “Oh, crap…look, I’m so sorry, I-something came up and I had to take care of it. I am so sorry.”

  “What’d you end up doing, then?” You can’t help a little suspicion from lacing your voice.

  Peter seems to think hard for a moment and your heart sinks. Is he trying to think of a lie or hide something from you? Maybe you guys aren’t as good of friends as you thought.

  “I had promised Ned that I’d help him his Death Star Lego set. I’m really sorry, I should’ve called.”

  You nod slowly as the teacher begins the class. You try to distract yourself with small notes that probably mean nothing to this class. He was lying. You knew he was, they did the Death Star last week. What was he doing? Maybe with Liz.

  That thought just makes your stomach burn.

  School ends in a blur for you as you can’t focus more than four seconds without going back to why Peter would lie to you. You throw your books in your locker and grab your journal notebook to bring home. If you can just get home without getting stopped-

  “Where are you going so fast?” Michelle is leaning next to the door with her arms crossed, her usual bored expression on her face.

  You huff, pouting a little. “I just wanna go home. I need my shower, okay?”

  “You’re hiding something.”

  “What do you mean?” you sigh, just wanting to leave before Peter finds you.

  “You’ve been avoiding Peter, so I’m guessing it’s because of him. What happened?”

  You shift your weight uneasily. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your parents, about your huge crush on Peter Parker, so telling both of you guys’ friend…who could turn around and just tell him…but she won’t stop asking or probably let you leave until you tell her.

  “Peter, okay? He happened.”

  Her eyes flare slightly in realization. “I see. You’re a little jealous of the attention he gives Liz because…I see.”

  You shrug and walk past her. “Like I can compete with Liz, though.”

  Michelle just sighs as you leave, shaking her head slightly. You walk home quickly, not wanting to stop again before you can scream into your pillow and basically just die. You told your biggest secret to your friend and you have no idea how to process all the things that could go wrong. Running inside, you lock yourself in your room and flop on your bed.

  “Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid! Why are you so stupid?”

  You bury your face into your pillow for a while until you look up to check the time. The sun is already down and your room is flooded with a street light as you roll onto your back. Your notebook and backpack had fallen onto the floor next to your bed when you flopped onto your bed. You don’t bother to try and get them, though, you’d rather just die.

  Or take a shower.

  Deciding to do the latter, you scramble to get up and take a quick shower, coming out in a pair of shorts and old tank top with a towel to dry your hair. What were you gonna do if Michelle told someone? One thing is for sure, you were running away from New York.

  You freeze as your window is pulled up and open. Now, you don’t believe in ghosts, but that there was reason to think they’re real. However, you’re sure there’s a perfectly good reason for it to open like that…on its own. Yeah. I mean, that’s what you and Peter always say when Ned tells ghost stories. So it must be true. Right?
  You let out a loud sigh of relief when Spider-Man crawls in through the window, though that turns into confusion, which then turns into concern for the wall crawler as he drops with a loud groan of pain.

  “Um, excuse me?” you ask softly, not wanting to startle him too much.

  He tilts his head back to look at you, his mask eyes seeming to wince as he does. “Uh, y-yeah…sorry about, uh…dropping in on you.”

  You chuckle softly at his quip, as lame as it may sound. “Think I can help?”

  He nods. “That’d be much appreciated, thank you.”

  You quickly run back into the bathroom to grab your medical supply box that your mom had made you make in case of emergencies. It’s not that big, but it has some peroxide, anti-biotic cream, bandages, and cotton balls to use. You jog back into your room to see him trying to stand up on his own, legs shaking slightly. Dropping your bag next to your bed, you grab his arm and have him sit on your bed.

  “Easy, Mr. hero. Don’t over exert yourself.”

  He huffs, groaning softly. “Fine.”

You grab your bag again and stand in front of him, shifting your weight slightly on your feet. “Um, okay, so…I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.”

  He tilts his head slightly, wondering where in the world you’re going with this.

  “I need you to take your suit off.”

  “T-the mask, too?” he asks, suddenly very worried.

  Your eyes widen. “No! No, no no, not unless you wanna…I just wanna help with where it hurts the most.”

  He nods slowly, agreeing with you finally as he presses the button in the middle of his suit, loosening it up so it just slips off. You look down into the bag, blushing a dark red. If you paid more attention to guys’ body types at school or around you, you might be able to tell who he really is with him bare in front of you. Well, besides his boxers and mask. That only makes you blush darker.

  You kneel in front of him, soaking a cotton ball in peroxide. “This is gonna suck,” you mutter.

  He chuckles softly and you swear you’ve heard it before. “I took the hit, I can take the cleaning.”

  You shrug slightly, pressing the cotton ball to one of the cuts that litter his torso. You hear him hiss under his mask, his muscles all tense, but he doesn’t pull away, so he’s pretty disciplined. You gently blow on it to keep the sting down and to dry it before you put a bandage on it, just like you’d do with a child. You don’t know he’s blushing under his mask.

  Just as you go to put some anti-biotic on the bandage, only to find out you didn’t have enough. You growl, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

  “Everything okay?” Spider-Man asks with concern.

  “Yeah. Just stay put, I gotta run downstairs for more Neosporin which is in the downstairs bathroom because my house is dumb, so stay.”

  You quickly run down to the bathroom, searching the drawer for the Neosporin before sprinting back upstairs. You sigh in relief as you don’t hear anything moving in your room, thinking he’s still sitting where you left him. You open the door and look up from the tube in your hands to talk to him, but you freeze.

  He’s reading your notebook.

  “What do you think you’re doing?!” you yell at him, making him jump and fumble the notebook, failing to catch it, so it falls back to your floor. He scrambles to sit as casually as possible, only looking more tense.

  “I, uh…oops?”

  You growl, grabbing your hair tightly. “How much did you read?”

  “Just that…you have a crush on m-your best friend. Peter Parker?”

  You nod slowly, sighing heavily as you walk back over to him. “Yeah…but it’s dumb. He doesn’t like me back, he likes this perfect girl named Liz. I don’t have a chance.”

  “How do you know that? Have you asked him?” his voice sounds tense to you.
You give him a look as you start wrapping the bandages around his body. “Like I could.”

  He stays quiet for a while before you see him reach his hand up towards his mask, slowly pulling it off his head. It comes off in almost slow motion for you, first revealing tousled brown hair, then nervous looking eyes that you know so well, then finally the face of your crush and best friend.

  “Peter?!” you screech, stumbling back away from him. “What the fu-“

  He jumps off the bed and covers your mouth with his hand, though that pretty much left him hovering over you. “Don’t scream! Please. No one else can know, okay?”

  You tear his hand away and scramble up, gasping softly for air. “Oh, my god, you’re Spider-Man…oh, my god…”

  He watches you pace nervously in front of him, rubbing his arms slightly. It’s kinda cold being pretty much naked.

  You pause, turning towards him with wide eyes. “So, you know Iron Man? And Captain America, Thor, Black Widow, all of them?”

  He nods slowly. “Yeah…I mean, I’m pretty much an Avenger.”

  A huge smile graces your lips. “Oh, my god! That’s so awesome! You have to tell me how everyone’s like! Is Iron Man really such a playboy? Is Cap’s shield really heavy? Can you lift Thor’s hammer? Is Black Wi-“

  You’re cut off by him pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours gently, shutting you up.

  “In case you were wondering, I do like you, too.” He chuckles softly as you gape at him.

  “Well…you could’ve just said so,” you murmur, connecting your lips again.

  “…Okay, but seriously, answer my questions and put some clothes on. I ain’t like that.”


Originally posted by steveetrevor

*there’s a better gif where it’s just his back, but it’s paced faster and the slower one here is less awkward looking to me*

*but look at those shoulders*

*the first time i saw this trailer i choked at this moment*

*…okay i’ll move onto the fic now*

Title: Windows

Fandom: Wonder Woman / DC

Relationship: Steve Trevor x Reader

Warnings: swearing, awkwardness, meet-cute at a Starbucks, insinuations of the sexual kind

Prompt: From dailyau : “You live in the apartment across from mine. You’re always walking around shirtless. That is so rude; who do you think you are?”

A/N: And here it is! Steve Trevor x Reader (modern!au) fic!! This was a lot of fun to write, but also a little challenging. Since the movie still has yet to come out and I’ve only seen so many of the comic panels with Steve, I’m still trying to get the hang of writing him :p Hopefully I did okay with writing him here 

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earnestly yours | pjm

summary: it doesn’t matter if you and park jimin hate each other’s guts, because you will always get cast opposite each other for the school’s drama productions, and you will always have to kiss.
{enemies to lovers!au, high school!au, actor!au}
pairing: jimin x female reader
word count: 8k
genre: fluff
warnings: none!
a/n: god was this an impulse write. i actually got the inspiration for this because i hang out with all of the drama kids in school. the play that they’re performing is the importance of being earnest by oscar wilde, and the piece used for the reader’s audition is from all’s well that end’s well by willy shakes. 

Park Jimin and you have a… rich history, most might say. One that extends far past the most recent years of your life, down to the beginning of your schooling when the two of you were competing for the role of Peter Pan in your kindergarten play. Both of you were adamant about playing the role, but it sort of goes without saying that the part went to him because ugh, the patriarchy.

Ever since then, things have always been a little tense between the two of you.

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Do You Want Me or Not?

Summary: Your’s and Bucky’s relationship is kept a secret, although it made the sex incredibly hot, not being able to hold your hand or taking you out on public dates took a toll on Bucky.

Warnings: angst, light smut (fingers and oral -reader receiving-)

A/N: I just really wanted to write a super angsty fic. I hope you enjoy it! Not my best fic but this has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for months now and I really wanted to finish it and get it out there. Not every fic is perfect and I accept that, I hope you guys do, too :)

The bass of the music shook the walls of the tower as people danced and drank, grinding on each other while swooning over the Avengers. Sam’s birthday party was in full swing and instead out enjoying the festivities you were stuck in your bedroom with Bucky. For once, you wished you were anywhere but there. You were having a fight.

Bucky had spent the first half of the party watching your entanglement with one of Sam’s friend, Alex. Bucky watched as the two of you danced, hugged, held hands, and occasionally snuggle on the couch. Bucky finally snapped when Alex dropped his head down and placed a tender kiss on your lips.

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in the moment.

pairing: jeon jungkook | reader
best friend au / fluff
word count:
the best moments with jeon jungkook have always happened by chance.
author’s note:
well, this came out longer than i thought it would. it was also inspired by this post because game night with namkook seemed too fun not to write~

It’s funny how easily people come into your life. Sometimes they pass through, other times they stick around for a while, and even rarer times, you come across the ones that stay. The ones in the last group almost always come by chance. Though arguably anything that happens by chance seem to be the best ones.

You’ve found that last statement to be true.

The best moments in your life have always happened by chance. From that one spontaneous trip to downtown by yourself, which you learned a few things about the city’s oldest bookstore and yourself to that time you met someone who stayed, who actually continues to stay. To be more specific, despite how cheesy this’ll sound, this was how you met your best friend, Jeon Jungkook—by chance.

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☊ Karmic Lessons | Old Habits ☋

Ever feel like you’re being gravitated to a certain destiny or purpose? Notice behaviours so deeply ingrained but can’t remember consciously developing them? Ever had recurring themes in your “deja vu” moments? Check your natal chart’s nodes! You might have planets aspecting them.

The North Node and South Node are two important opposing points in astrology (known as Ketu and Rahu respectively in Vedic Astrology). The North Node represents your soul’s legacy whereas the South Node represents its inheritance. The North Node points out the weaknesses you need to overcome and consequently the qualities you need to develop so you can guide yourself to ultimate enlightenment and fulfill your purpose. The South Node hints at the traits, skills and abilities you’ve already accumulated in your past life/lives - i.e. what your soul inherited. While the sign placement should not be dismissed, conjunctions and oppositions to this axis can greatly ‘colour’ or alter the lessons to be learned. With South Node conjunctions people become very attached/dependent on the qualities given by the conjunct planet. The NN/SN axis is thus considered very karmic - what you’ve previously learnt is directly proportional to the most important lessons you NEED to learn at this point. If you don’t believe in the concepts of past lives, it can also be argued that the South Node represents deeply embedded habits often formed very early in the childhood. If you’re interested in a more detailed post on childhood indicators in astrology go to @jupiteronic and track the blog so you’re alerted when I post it!

Sun conjunct NN/opposite SN: Your self-expression may be more easily accepted by others in your life, in fact most likely actively encouraged. Developing your leadership potential, creativity and achieving your soul’s purpose will be a path filled with luck and relative ease. Just learn to be more reliant on your self for this rather than societal mores of how you should express yourself.

Sun opposite NN/conjunct SN: You may find your plans and goals thwarted by circumstances or societal values. However gifted you are at capturing attention and being true to yourself, your self-expression may be met with karmic obstacles and oppositions. Don’t let this hold you back. Learn from it. Beware of a tendency to hog the spotlight.

Moon conjunct NN/opposite SN: Your inner values are in tune with prevailing social trends and ideals, supporting your popularity and generosity with people. These qualities make it so that you can easily take advantage of these social trends and even become a spokesperson/public supporter of them. Be careful not to get too swept up in fads and learn to develop autonomy.

Moon opposite NN/conjunct SN: There is a tendency to feel alienated by others’ lack of cooperation and support, and you may feel that you have bad timing. As a result you isolate yourself further as a defense mechanism and create a perpetual cycle where you feel lonely and negative all the time. You must learn to stop being so defensive and develop a backbone. Learn to be more malleable in adverse situations. Not everyone is out to get you or take advantage of your vulnerability.

Mercury conjunct NN/opposite SN: You are likely popular, expressive and a good communicator. For this reason you can be very useful in making ideas become accepted and agreed on by the masses with your manner of communicating. However, your line of thinking is often in line with the status quo/ isn’t too controversial and in fact usually accepted, so be careful of getting swept up in popular ways of thinking that discourage progress. While endearingly inquisitive, you must learn to develop a more independent mind free of the input of others and social norms.

Mercury opposite NN/conjunct SN: Circumstances in your life have caused you to feel frustration because you think your ideas are unsupported. Oftentimes your ideas are met with criticisms or opposition that you fear inhibit your intellectual capabilities. Don’t allow this to hold you back. Your ideas may be too behind or, more often, too ahead of the times to be fully accepted. Realise that you are not alone in your way of thinking. Go out, expand your horizons, seek like-minded people. Be open to criticism instead of shutting down out of frustration at feeling misunderstood.

Venus conjunct NN/opposite SN: Likeable and diplomatic, you are likely to have success in relationships or business partnerships. You are likely socially prominent and will benefit greatly from friends/partners. You may form relationships with those who have power, resources or who can further elevate your social status. Be aware of an ability to be deceptively charming for your own gain.

Venus opposite NN/conjunct SN: You may have difficulties or obstacles when it comes to expressing affection due to major circumstances in your past life/early childhood, but you care deeply and have a great love for your family/friends/partners and the world. You have a sincere appreciation for beauty and the arts and likely have some form of artistic talent. Your way of expressing yourself socially and how you display affection, however, may invite conflict and tension from others. Your soul’s lesson is to learn to balance your love for peace with some initiative. Don’t become lazy and complicit.

Mars conjunct NN/opposite SN:The way you take action is often in line with/agreeable with those around you and your timing is in step, as such they help you fulfill your soul’s legacy of acting on your passions, desires and beliefs. Be careful not to let the way you do things be too influenced by social mores as there is a tendency to let others decide which beliefs are “meant” to be acted upon instead of instinctively acting on your own.

Mars opposite NN/conjunct SN: There is a tendency to find yourself on the disagreeing side of things with this placement. You may find that you arouse a lot of opposition in others because of this, feeling alienated in your values as a result. You might find yourself almost pre-disposed to acting on your own/making your own decisions in group settings, upsetting the group dynamic with the way you do things. You must learn to be less defensive - not everyone is out to get you or fight you, and you must stop using this as an excuse to be aggressively self-involved and inconsiderate of others’ values. To fulfill your soul’s purpose, channel your tendency to be defensive of your beliefs/self into more constructive channels.

Jupiter conjunct NN/opposite SN: Attempts at expansion of the self or mind will be encouraged and accepted. This is a placement associated with karmic luck. Your generosity and optimism will aid you well and bring you good fortune. There is a tendency to take things for granted here. You may attain popularity very easily or achieve success so fast that you fail to properly value it. Another key issue this placement has to watch out for is the tendency to overdo things. Don’t overindulge, don’t be overly generous. Learn moderation.

Jupiter opposite NN/conjunct SN: Major life circumstances may have forced you to put much significance on social/educational/religious expansion and rely too much on optimism. You must learn to pace yourself and develop a more grounded, realistic outlook or your larger-than-life ambitions will be shot down by societal times as they often conflict with the times. Your ambitions and ideals are noble and grand, but beware of a tendency to lose yourself in the big picture.

Saturn conjunct NN/opposite SN: Your levelheaded wisdom and competent resourcefulness will allow you to achieve your goals without much opposition. You have a good sense of timing which will help you gain respect from authority and go places. Be careful not to conform too much to unnecessary or illogical societal values out of a desire to stay on top.

Saturn opposite NN/conjunct SN: Major circumstances in your past life/early childhood may have caused you to develop a restricted, cynical worldview. Your judgemental, overly traditional, sour outlook will inspire much opposition in others.

Uranus conjunct NN/opposite SN: You’re highly in tune with social changes and are likely to benefit from them. Be careful not to get too caught up in how you’re benefitting from them that you lose sight of your personal values.

Uranus opposite NN/conjunct SN: Major circumstances may have caused you to be an advocate of change and revolutionary inclinations. Your ideas are often too ahead of the times. However, these ideas are often not met well by the people in your life and you often feel that any progress you make is set back by societal values or things out of your control. Beware of a tendency to be fanatic/erratic in your persuasion, it will hinder you and hold you back. Focus on developing a more tolerant worldview and perhaps you’ll get the change you’re so hell-bent on contributing to. You don’t have to be the extremist rebel just because you think no one else wants to play that part. Bursts of energy and bolts of revolutionary ideas that come out of seemingly nowhere are common with this placement.

Neptune conjunct NN/opposite SN: You have larger-than-life goals that are often noble and spiritual. Beware of a tendency to get swept up in social fads and go with the flow in unhealthy contexts. You must learn autonomy and lucidity while seeking the spiritual evolvement you crave.

Neptune opposite NN/conjunct SN: There is a tendency to have unrealistic ideals or beliefs that arouse opposition from society or others. Major circumstances in the past life/early childhood may have caused you to rely on escapism or spirituality in adverse situations - be careful not to get too swept up in your dreams and fantasies as they are unproductive and will cause you strife.

Pluto conjunct NN/opposite SN: You are intuitive enough to understand how social trends are formed and how you can contribute to their transformation. You’ll learn resourcefulness as a result of this intuition, but be careful not to let these endless manipulations of social values drastically change you or trap you.

Pluto opposite NN/conjunct SN: Major circumstances in your past life/early childhood may have caused you to become resourceful, self-reliant and distrustful of authority. You likely question prevailing societal values and remain unaffected by trends. This may ignite much opposition in others and resentment within you. Your desire for transformations, deep thinking and intensity clashes with current social mores. Stop letting opposition to your ideas isolate you.

*While not as potent as conjunctions and oppositions, sextiles and trines can still be considered. The soul’s purpose is more easily reached with these aspects, infused with the qualities of the aspecting planet. With a square aspect, the planet’s values is in constant conflict with the soul’s purpose/need for spiritual evolvement.

**These are all my own interpretations. For more posts like this follow @jupiteronic

you can have physics, but we've got chemistry — p.p

im here, im queer, im disappointing because i’m leaving to go skiing rip sorry about tags and all that i’ll fix it when i get wifi

(not my gif yo if you know who’s it is please hit me up so i can credit) 

You didn’t hate Peter Parker.

On the contrary, if you had once looked past your stubbornness on competing with him academically, you two could’ve bonded over Jurassic Park and your similar music tastes and overall, would’ve been probably great friends.

But, no. Instead, you had sworn some sort of grudge against him when your physics teacher announced they had a new top of the class - bumping you into second place, Peter was taking first place. You were pretty level headed most of the time but physics was your best subject – and you were the best at it. To say, you weren’t the happiest camper with your silver medal.

So, no. You didn’t hate Peter Parker but you certainly didn’t like him. At least till now.

“What’s up, airhead! Get beaten out by Parker again?”

A flick in the head was accompanied with a barked laugh by none other than Flash Thompson. He smirked as your disgruntled frown quickly morphed into a glare, and he saw the opportunity to clap his hand onto your books, sending them to scattered across the ground. Fucking perfect.

Today, it seemed, was just not your day for a number of reasons– broken alarm clocks and no breakfast made up your rushed morning. You didn’t even want think about the crushing amount of homework you had due. You already felt like curling up on your couch and crying. Well, more so than usual. 

You sighed heavily, too tired to hold your glare at Flash’s retreating figure—though the word asshole did come to mind, one of many nasty insults. Looking at your strewn books across the hallway floor, you sighed again as you swallowed the cold string in your chest. So many things were going wrong today you couldn’t help but feel the unwelcome sting of tears behind your eyes. 

Oh god, not now, you thought bitterly. God knows what rumour would be spread if the wrong person saw you crying. Blinking them away furiously, you dropped to your knees and started gathering your books and papers, swallowing hard. Fucking Eugene with his fucking big fucking head who thinks– your bitter thoughts were interrupted as to your surprise, someone was suddenly crouching beside you, helping you.

Peter Parker, who you were sure disliked you as much as you did him, was holding out your chemistry book.

“U-Uh, I k-know it’s not really my business but– you, um, y-you’re smart, you know that right? Flash doesn’t know what he’s talking about and I’m like 100% sure you’re smarter than me. S-So, don’t worry about that.”

You stared—not a single intelligible thought was going through you head other than how different Peter seemed all of sudden. Every rotten thought you’d had about him seemed so pointless (seriously, what had you been thinking?) as you stuttered, trying to spit out a thank you that was getting caught on your teeth.

Finally, you managed to move, taking the book from Peter’s outstretched hand with a nod and a small smile Peter had never really seen before. And with a weird but adorable smile of his own, he stood and left. You watched him go, not even noticing how his words lightened the heaviness in your chest.

It was the moment you realized, you didn’t hate Peter Parker. In fact, you quite liked him.

“I do not like Peter Parker.”


You glared pointedly at Michelle, best friend and partner is crime, from your spot on the bed beside her. It was your Saturday night sleepover, which consisted of snacking to the max, discussion of what new books should be read and a cheesy movie—Michelle would always pick out the faults & problems in them whilst you threw popcorn at her and tried to enjoy it. Both of you thoroughly enjoyed it so it became a tradition.

But unfortunately for you, somehow your conversation on the storyline in Clueless—“Okay, but it’s weird that- I mean, they were step-siblings.” “Yeah, but 5 years ago!”—had turned to the topic of Peter Parker.

Michelle had definitely noticed the subtle changes within you. Firstly, you didn’t completely object to sitting with Ned and Peter at lunch, where there was usually always some resistance. And secondly, you had smiled at Peter today—that was a definite warning bell that something had changed. You didn’t even notice how much you had changed; you didn’t even think that your ‘friendly’ actions towards Peter would be due to a growing crush that would soon be out of control. Not like you knew that.

But all it took was some expertly picked questions—“So when did your crush on Peter begin?”—and soon, you were trying to hide a your blushing cheeks and thumping heart and Michelle already knew.

“Just admit it, y/n. You’re into him.”

“I am not.

Arching a brow, Michelle sighed disbelievingly as she turned her full attention to her friend, ignoring the movie playing in the background. Staring hard at the bed spread, you fiddled with your fingers as you awaited her next comment that would likely kill your already failing argument.

“I’ve seen you looking at him in class.” She stated nonchalantly.

“I was glaring!”

“Looked like sexual tension.”

“MJ! O-Oh my go- no! I am not lusting after Peter Parker.” You spluttered out, obviously tripping over your words as your cheeks flamed at the very idea (I mean, the thought had crossed your mind but you’d never tell MJ that.)

Michelle smirked slightly, knowing just what the red in your face meant but let it linger in the air. She already knew you were crushing on him—that much was obvious. It was just a matter of whether she could get you to admit or not.

“Could’ve fooled me,” she smiled wider as you shifted, knowing you weren’t really succeeding in hiding your affections for the Parker boy. “Besides, you don’t glare at him anymore.”

You rolled your eyes in an attempt to look casual. “So, what if I don’t?”

“So, you like him.”

There was a moment of silence. MJ watched as you buried your face into a pillow in frustration, as it seemed there no was no real use in denying it any longer. 

You groaned into the pillow as you felt the heat creep up your neck again—why did you always get so flustered every time you thought about your crush? He was just a boy—a really cute boy with an adorable love for science and Star Wars with nice hair and sweet eyes and—you stopped your train of thought, blushing again at how carried away you got. You waited, your face still shoved in the pillow, for a few moments more before you retreated, a resigned sigh coming from your mouth.

“Okay, fine, yes—I’m crushing on Peter.”

Michelle smiled knowingly, not at all surprised as she threw a piece of popcorn into her mouth, turning back to the movie. You could see the smirk hidden in her face at her success of getting you to spill and you resisted the temptation to throw popcorn at her smug little face.

“Now, all you have to do is tell him.”

You laughed sarcastically at her words, grabbing a few pieces of popcorn to eat as you scoffed at the idea. “Yeah, that’s likely.”

Michelle turned her head back to you in a second, narrowing her eyes at your response. “No, okay? We’re not doing any of this pining shit that you love in all your books—you are going to tell him, because fuck leaving the first move to the guys.”

“It’s not about that, Michelle. Besides, he probably hates me for being such an asshole to him.”

“Flash Thompson is an asshole. You are not.” Michelle pointed out and you rolled your eyes, though couldn’t help but agree with the first of her statements.

“Fine, so he doesn’t hate me. He doesn’t like me either.”

“Oh no, he definitely does. All those time you were gazing at him with your sex eyes?”

You blushed deeply again, opening your mouth to deny it but thought the better of it. Michelle smiled at the notion, loving the fact she could tease you to her heart’s content now.

“He was looking at you whenever you looked away.”

It was almost dumb how your heart skipped a beat at her words, your mind tripping over thoughts as you pictured the scene. Man, you definitely couldn’t deny having a crush on Peter anymore—not that you’d really want to.

“I called it! I totally called it!”

It was Ned who was excitedly yelling in the crowded hallway of Midtown, you desperately trying to shush him as you shot a glare at MJ who did nothing to help. She even had the nerve to look amused.

“Leeds, so help me if you don’t shut up—“

“Sorry, sorry,” he breathed, a grin slung across his face with excitement clearly visible. “I just totally called it. This is so exciting, I’ve seriously been rooting for you and Peter ever since he—“

Ned stopped talking abruptly as he realized he was about to spill a secret he wasn’t allowed to and you frowned, wanting him to desperately finish his sentence. “Ever since he what?”

Ned grinned, looking way too giddy for your liking, giggling at your frustrated expression. “Sorry y/n, that’s classified information.”

You wanted to press him for more but the bell sounded throughout the hallway, Ned looking pleased at its timing. You groaned in annoyance, but started down the hallways besides your friends, narrowing your eyes at Ned as you walked. “We may not be partners in Physics but don’t think I’m forgetting about this. I want answers, Leeds.”

You wish you’d never spoke.

At the words ‘partners’, Ned’s expression changed as he peeked around you to see if MJ had the same idea as him—a devious but brilliant idea. You glanced between your friends as your eyebrows furrowed, watching a silent exchanged as it ticked over in your head.

“Oh, no. No. Michelle, you can’t abandon me! I need your answers to keep up in class.”

Your trio had reached the classroom, slowing to a halt outside, but you feared entering it as you looking at your friends with pleading expressions—don’t do this to me, guys. MJ, however, only grinned, agreeing with Ned for probably the first time in her life.

“’Today, you can copy off Peter.”

“Who’s copying off me?”

You jumped a little, startled at the new voice that joined the conversation, turning quickly to see Peter, a backpack slung over his shoulder and curious expression on his face. Not now heart, you whispered internally as it picked up in pace at the sight of Peter and his messy curls.

“y/n is! She’s real stuck so she asked to sit with you today.”

You flushed, scowling at Ned and his lie but unable to stutter out your denial as the four of you entered the classroom, yourself, very reluctantly.

“W-What? y/n, as in, best in class, top of science y/n?” Peter glanced quickly at you for confirmation, a nervous expression on his face with a tint of a blush on his ears. Though you weren’t really sure why he was blushing—his nerves could be blamed to the fact you were cold to him throughout the majority of your relationship but blushing? Different thing.

You froze as your thoughts wound on, stutters clambering up your throat till all you could do is nod, an unwelcome blush settling on your cheeks.

You were going to kill Ned.

Following behind Peter, you quickly flipped off your two other friends as they both waved merrily—you had no idea how you were going to survive an hour next to Peter. Last week you had an extreme dislike for the boy so you’d never had a problem with how you acted around him.

But now. Now, you were overcome with dumb little butterflies and feelings and you were sure Peter would be surprised if you showed him even a smile. How were you going to last an hour?

Clearing your throat, you awkwardly perched on the science stool as you debated scooting in as far from Peter as you could or using this as a chance to get closer to him. Physics was usually more book work than practical which you couldn’t decide if that was good or bad—practicals meant talking and you really didn’t want the wrong thing to come out of your mouth. And the chances of that happening were highly likely with being so close to Peter—it was almost embarrassing how nervous you were to sit beside him.

On the other hand, bookwork meant the awkward elbow bumping plus watching an adorable Peter Parker with his pencil behind his ear and a messy scrawl of, probably correct, answers. The scratch of the chalk on the board told you the page to turn to and your fate it seems, would lie with bookwork. (You couldn’t lie, you were upset about not being able to see Peter nerd out up close but bookwork would suffice.)

“D-Did you really need help?”

Your head shot up and Peter gulped, waiting anxiously for your reply with an awkward smile–while you might’ve disliked him, it didn’t stop Peter’s heart from becoming a kickdrum whenever you were near.

It was the most heart aching thing to watch you sneer in his direction when all he wanted was a smile. MJ definitely wasn’t the only one to notice the change in attitude- and he was soaking up all your millisecond smiles like it was sun. He wouldn’t admit it to Ned, but the reason Peter was having the best week was all due to your small smiles and waves that he cherished far too much.

You hadn’t replied and Peter swallowed nervously again, stammering out more words. “I-I mean, it’s not all that tricky if you need help—n-not that I think you need help, I mean, you’re smart! Like r-really smart and I don’t think, uh, I’m…just gonna…stop.”

Restraining the urge to smile giddily at his adorable blushing face which he was hiding as he pretended to read his book, you were reminded of the quiet smiles that you shared in the hallway, not even a week ago. “Uh, yeah, help would be great.”

Peter’s eyes widened as he tried not to turn his head too quickly (couldn’t let you know how excited he was that you were talking to him). You paused for a moment, swallowing the knot in your throat as you pushed out the next words as least awkwardly as possible. “I—um, I never got to thank you for what happened. With Flash.”

Peter met your eyes for a moment, surprised at your soft tone of voice– nice y/n? Error, Peter doesn’t know how to function. So surprised, he opened his mouth and spat out the first words on the top of his head. “Why do you hate me?”

Pausing in your thoughts, you ignored how his disheartened face made your heart jump and tried to pick the words to explain. Why did you hate him again? He hadn’t ever done anything wrong, not to you at least. So what if he was the top in the class?

“I-I don’t know?”

“Was that a question or a statement?” Peter nervously laughed but the grin was uneasy.

“I mean, I guess the top spot was always easy to obtain? Nobody ever really tried to compete against me. Well, except for Susan Posper but we all knew she wasn’t smart enough.” Peter chuckled at your words, remembering how you had once slammed Susan Posper in debating during English- the girl hadn’t stood a chance.

“Then, you came along. And everything changed–now, I have to work extra hard and to be honest, I have been falling behind and I guess that is why Michelle thought that me needing help would be a good cover up.”

“Cover up? For what?” Peter inquired, his voice confused and you froze on your stool, a tiny panic exploding in your chest.

“O-Oh, um n-nothing. I need help. I obviously need help. That’s it. Nothing else.” You awkwardly stammered out.

“y/n? What’s wrong?” he asked, watching as you fiddled with your fingers in a nervous gesture before peering up at him through your lashes, searching for something. You took a deep breath and Peter prepared himself for the hey i actually hate you, this lab partnership isn’t going to work. “Peter, I–”

“–y/n y/ln. Since you’re so up to talking today, can you please come solve this equation on the board?”

With a deathly glare, Peter watched as you nodded and stood but not before furiously scribbling into the corner of their book before pushing the stool back and stalking to the front, glancing over you shoulder at Peter. Curiosity overpowering him, Peter’s eyes quickly skimmed over your scrawled message.

hi yes i have a crush on you peter

Nine words messily scribbled that made Peter’s heart clang around in his chest, his eyes shooting up to the board where you had just finished the question. You were waiting, holding your breath in anticipation.

Peter beamed. It was all you needed. He had questions of course, but right now everything was just giddy. He’d never felt more like a teenager, biting his lip as he shifted excitedly on his stool and you quickly took a seat next to him. Mirroring grins, this time the silence wasn’t awkward somehow as you both wondered what this meant for what would happen next.



You laughed at his fast reply, unsure what to do next. You glanced at Peter who seemed to be thinking the same thing, fiddling with his fingers but sending you a smile every couple of seconds as well as flicking his eyes down to the corner of your book where the message was- checking it was real.

Peter let out a tiny gasp of surprise when you reached across and took his hand in your own, gently holding it beneath the desk. With wide eyes, he leaned back and peered under the desk as if to actually check this was happening. Grinning stupidly, he then turned to look at you and you grinned back, squeezing his hand ever so slightly.

Somehow holding Peter Parker’s hand under the desk in science was slightly better than beating him in Physics. He could have top of class; you’d take holding his hand over that, any day.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! This might be a bit early, but my birthday is on the 31st of October aka Halloween. Could I request a enemies to lovers with Johnny(nct) or Youngjae(got7), maybe some angst in there too(im a sucker for it lol)? I really enjoy your work, have a lovely day- memesol anon

happy early birthday!!!
im p bad with angst, but here’s some enemies-to-lovers johnny thats a lil sad???!! 

  • your passion for piano is really 50/50,,,,,50 percent is your love of music and the other 50 is your unrelenting need to beat seo youngho - or better known by his nickname in school, johnny
  • attending the same afterschool academy for piano with him since you were kids made it hard for there not to be a rivalry 
  • you two were the best in class, the teacher was always proud to have you and him perform - both your parents rejoiced in having talented kids
  • but there was something more to it for you,,,,,when johnny was complimented first or called for a solo before you,,,,it burned your pride
  • and you didn’t know about him, with his easy going laugh and staggeringly tall height, but you wanted to be number one 
  • all the way till college, were both you and johnny majored in piano, did you make it your goal to get the top spot. to get a better job offer. to be chosen for a solo concert.
  • which is why when the university’s orchestra sat down to discuss the fall lineup - you were shocked to see johnny’s name in pretty cursive on the pamphlet you’d all be handed
  • seo youngho - performing claude debussy’s arabesque no.2 
  • debussy,,,,that was your favorite,,,,and your specialty - you had auditioned with that composers music almost your entire life and now,,,,,now johnny would be playing it
  • before you could even process the feelings in your chest, your eyes started stinging with tears. you wanted to get up, to leave, you were going to be playing a piece with the jazz club apparently but you couldn’t even bare to practice
  • to even look at the keys of a piano, no not right now
  • you got up as soon as the conductor and head of the music department stopped speaking. you could feel eyes on you
  • you were sure one pair belonged to johnny, those mischievous - always freaking smiling - eyes you had grown to hate so much
  • “i worked my ass off, debussy is mine, why the hell did they give it to him?” you muttered, rushing down the hall and into the only place you knew would be safe
  • the music departments storage room, full of dusty old sheet books and broken instruments. it was dark, smelled old, but it was comforting,,,,,it was far away from johnny
  • you hung your head,,,,,you didn’t know why it hurt so much. but it did. it always had. 
  • to your horror, the door creaked open and you stared up with your red-rimmed eyes at the one person you did not want to see
  • “hey, are you ok?”
  • his voice was gentle, but to you - it sounded like the harsh high pitched key
  • “im fine.”
  • “listen,,,,,,,i know we’ve been ,,,,,, i know you play debussy. do you want my solo? i really don’t ca-”
  • you got up and nearly lunged at him, it took everything to keep your cool
  • “you don’t care? are you crazy? what the hell are you talking about? this is a solo. this is everything in a musicians career. god,,,,,i can’t even look at you.”
  • you clenched your teeth, pushing past him but stopping before you could storm away
  • “this is why i can’t deal with you, you take everything so lightly. all rainbows and laughter. i hate having to compete with peolpe who don’t know what painstaking effort is.”
  • with that, you turned - eyes cold and focused in front of you
  • johnny had winced, but you didn’t see it. your voice and your words had pierced right through him - is that what you thought of him, is that what others though as well?
  • for weeks you showed up to practice in a zombie like state, uninterested in anything but getting back to your dorm. you had lost. to johnny. to him, of all people.
  • but you didn’t know, that johnny had seen the fire in your determination since you two were still in middle school. he had looked to you in wonder, he was mesmerized
  • you worked hard, you played magnificently, and nothing in the world was more beautiful to him than the sight of you at the piano
  • but you had,,,,avoided him. refused eye contact, told him you were busy when he’d run after you when piano class was done
  • he never knew,,,,,that you had seen him as an enemy - never knew that you thought he was a slacker
  • your words left gashes deep in his heart, and even when he practiced - hearing the notes of the music made the gashes worse
  • it sounds like them,,,,,it’s their favorite composer,,,,,
  • finally, on the day before the solo - johnny found you, reading over sheet music in the quiet fall sunlight 
  • “you’re wrong.”
  • you looked up, eyes narrowing as you saw his familiar face. you closed the book and got up from your seat on the grassy quad
  • “about?”
  • “i know what painstaking effort is. i know what it’s like to be angry with yourself and want to do better. and i know all of that because -”
  • his voice had gotten deeper over the years, but now it was lower - more adult
  • “because of you. i saw you, struggling and fighting to do the best. to be at the top. you might have never looked at me, really looked at me - but i watched you, you inspired me. even if you think we’re enemies, to me we’re not. you’re,,,,,,,,better.”
  • the last word hung in the air around you two like fog
  • you wanted to feel that similar anger in your heart, but looking at johnny
  • those smiling eyes, downcast like dying brown winter leaves. his hair hanging to frame his solemn face
  • what you didn’t feel was anger, it was shame - you never even thought of his side of the story
  • “im not better.” you said finally, and then stepped back to look at him again
  • “but i want you to really do your best if you’re going to play debussy, my debussy.”
  • you added at the end and johnny’s face visibly grew relaxed. it seemed like whatever bad blood you had imagined was flushing out between you two
  • “i will. i don’t want to let you down.”
  • you bite your tongue and felt something turn in your stomach,,,,,,,well no actually you felt butterflies in your stomach
  • you were excited,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,for johnny
  • the feeling wasn’t fleeting either, it grew up into your heart where maybe there’d always been a secret fondness for silly johnny, smiling johnny, talented pianist johnny
  • you tried to fight it - the anger had helped, but with it gone - it was blooming again
  • johnny had the same feeling in his heart, he always had, he never hid it.
  • “if i do well - can you promise me something?”
  • his voice was laced with something cheery, something tempting
  • “what?” you raised an eyebrow as johnny’s smile grew
  • “let me take you out,,,,,for coffee.”
  • you paused, waiting for a punchline but there wasn’t one
  • you sighed, picking your things up off the grass and looking over your shoulder at johnny as you made off to leave
  • he looked like a confused, worried puppy. cute.
  • “ok, but only if you live up to my standards.”
  • pretending to get a pain in his heart, johnny whined that your standards were TOO high but that he’d do it. he’d do anything to get that coffee with you. 

Some real talk. Louis IS a successful solo artist. His numbers are great, even if he didn’t chart as high as Niall and Liam, who worked very hard on their solo stuff, but who also have teams celebrating them and pushing for them every step of their way. Reminder, Louis didn’t have the same kind of support from his team and 48 hours of a decent, or dare I say basic, job won’t change the past. But even if his numbers were worse… success isn’t measured only by that. Sure, all artists care about numbers and charting is very important, otherwise promo wouldn’t be needed. Whoever says that an artist and his team/label aren’t interested in charts is fooling themselves. However, if you measure an artist’s worth only in chart positions, then you’re not here for the music nor the artist. You’re probably here to compete. Louis has an active fanbase, a passionate one that spends money on him. That only is enough to call him successful and his team should fight to get him out there and introduce him to new audiences using some interesting promo. Also Louis manages to create music that speaks to people, even when a song is as personal as JLY (buy & stream, btw). I love a lot of artists that people haven’t even heard of, but they are still successful and amazing to my eyes. Yes, I want better for Louis, I want him to always be a presence in the charts, I want him to get awards (vote for Louis for the EMA 2017), I want him to break records. But above everything I want him to be a good musician, who learns along the way, and who tries to express his true self through music and clever lyrics. So far he is doing a fantastic job. So I am really proud of him and I will keep supporting him for a long, long time. 💙🌈

“When you are in a toxic relationship you don’t realize how much the emotional abuse impacts you. Not while you’re in it at least. When you’re in a toxic relationship, everything about it is kind of addicting. It’s the knowing and not knowing what’s going to happen. It’s the hope that’ll it’ll change but there’s also comfort in things that are the same. There’s a comfort in someone knowing you so deeply.

And it takes everything in you to not walk away. And even when you walk away, you find yourself going back so many times because you miss him. You miss the adrenaline rush of high intense emotions. From love to screaming to making up.

But then you meet a good guy. And when that happens that’s when you realize how negatively this past relationship has affected you. And sometimes you even push people away because of it.

You aren’t used to being treated so well, you almost reject it.

1. At first, you expect the worst.

After a toxic relationship, you don’t trust anyone. Even yourself. You wonder how you tolerated such a relationship for so long. And you enter every relationship expecting the worst of someone. For a while, you don’t believe good guys do exist. Because for so long you looked for the wrong qualities and you accepted a lot of these people who didn’t deserve you.

2. And overthink everything.

You think everyone has motives or doesn’t mean what they say. When you’ve caught someone in lies so often it makes you paranoid as fuck. You don’t believe people can be honest or mean what they say. You make crazy assumptions and doubt really good people just because of one person.

Next thing you know you’re explaining to this guy how you got to this conclusion in your head and he’s baffled. Not because you’ve questioned him but that someone has made you this way and all he wants to do is reverse this.

3. You’ll think he’s too good to be true.

Someone treating you this well has got to be too good to be true. You’re expecting the other shoe to drop. You’re expecting him to lose it one day. You’re expecting some abrupt ending without closure. But every day he just proves to you he’s the same person he’s been from the start. He’s given you no reason to question him but it isn’t him you don’t trust it’s everyone in the past.

4. After you push him away.

Someone in the past has led you to believe you don’t deserve the best. So when you get it you reject it. You fear something good because you don’t want to lose it. You don’t want to get hurt again so you try and ruin it first. But what you’ll realize that’s different about this guy is when you run he’ll chase you. When you push him he’ll grab you close and not let you leave.

5. You’re going to expect fights.

You keep waiting for a fight. But instead, everything gets talked out and explained. And there’s this wave of comfort afterward and you realize normal people don’t leave the second something goes wrong.

6. Then you’ll apologize too often.

He’s going to wonder why you apologize so often or what it is you’re saying sorry for. He’ll see the pain in your eyes from someone in the past whose made you question yourself. He’ll see the pain in your heart trying so hard to love again when you’ve only known heartbreak. And he’s going to constantly reassure you everything is okay.

When a good guy loves someone who is broken who has only known toxic relationships, what he does is teach her she didn’t deserve anything she got. He redefines these horrible standards she has and he chooses to be the exception.

7. And question if they are better off without you.

You think they are better off without you but the truth is just as they have made your life better it goes both ways. And I know you’re scared to love again. I know you’re afraid to let anyone that close. But your sensitivity. Your compassion. Your strength and understanding and lack of judgment in everyone is what makes you beautiful.

In the past, you were able to love someone who was completely unlovable and intolerable. You found the good in them. You took a chance on them. You never gave up on them. And it’s your turn to have that reciprocated.

This new relationship isn’t what you are used to but it’s exactly what you deserve.

8. You overcompensate.

And when you finally get comfortable and accept this relationship you are going to love this person with everything you have in you. But don’t try too hard. Don’t think you have to. In the past, you were taught your best isn’t good enough. So you had to try too hard. You had to compete. You had to prove yourself.

What you should have learned was your best was good enough and it was him that didn’t deserve it.

9. Then you trust him.

There’s going to be a moment where you tell this guy everything that’s happened. A moment you trust him to let him that close. And when you tell him about the past and the people who have hurt you what you’ll find isn’t that’s he’s going to take off. It’s just given him a reason to stay.

I know someone in your past taught you about tough love. They taught you vulnerability is a weakness. You’ve had to be strong for so long and you’ve had to endure a lot of things you didn’t deserve. But all of it has made you more beautiful than you know. And all of it will make the right person appreciate you for overcoming all of it.

And with tears in your eyes even you will be grateful for a toxic relationship that didn’t destroy you but rather made you the strong person you are today.

10. Finally you learn what love really is.

You begin to realize that relationship that used to define your standard of love was so far from the real thing. You learn that love isn’t supposed to hurt you or be demeaning. Love isn’t supposed to break your heart just to build you back up. Love is not anything that comes in the form of jealousy. Whether it’s making you jealous or being jealous of you. The right type of love does not play games with your heart or want to see you in pain.

You realize all of that wasn’t love but control.

You build yourself back up and fearlessly love again, only this time you do it right.

The right type of love heals you and that’s exactly what this guy has done.”

Originally posted by nikkiiklebold

jdscanvas  asked:

I usually have answer for questions like these...but what specifically about Mobius: XYL made it so horrendous that not even someone with actual writing talent like Flynn could save it? I'd say that it was just a blank slate and that any competent writer could fix it.

*Sighs, pulls out a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass. Pours the glass. Takes the shot* 

Alright, before I get into the specifics, I’m gonna contextualize a few things for you. I want you to picture a comic book, one built primarily (but not exclusively) around action, and despite the intense quality issues it tends to suffer from its still pretty popular, with a fairly vocal fanbase. One day a character is teased- the daughter of a major character, hinting towards an amazing story that will show the future of your favorite characters. Years past, the hype builds up. A hint of what’s to come is given in a story where this mystery character is featured, pulling forth an intriguing scenario in which her father, one of the heroes, will become a villain years later. 

Finally it is announced- at long last, this much anticipated storyline is going to happen! We’re going to see the future of the setting, the future of the characters and their offspring! Oh, what things will await? What mysteries will build in the interim? What new villains will operate in the future? What will the children of the heroes be like? 

Well, eventually, the storyline finally comes. All that waiting, all that excitement and hype, all of that theorizing… and all it amounted to was a fart in the wind, all noise and fury signifying nothing. 

That, in a nutshell, was Mobius 25YL. 

Now let us get into specifics. Forgive me if I miss anything, for there is a LOT to get into, so I’ll just summarize what comes off the top of my head. 

-Firstly, there was Lara-Su herself. Oh, poor Lara-Su. That’s really one of the great tragedies of the Pre-Flynn era. She had the design. She had the concept. She had the hype- people were doing fanart and fanfiction of her long before she debuted properly in the book. And then 25YL came along, and what we saw was… 

….yeah, that. See, it turned out that she wasn’t being trained as a guardian. She was just a normal leading a normal teenage life, and my GOD it was boring. Our opening scene involves her thumping her stupid cousin on the head with a book for insulting the Guardians, and this? This is how she became a Guardian. After everything we had been led to believe, everything we had been wanting to see, the mysterious, much-anticipated Daughter of Knuckles… turned out to be a whiny, entitled little rich girl who literally whined her way into being a Guardian. Not that we got a chance to see her tenure as a guardian, oooh no- it was FAR more important to see her sweet sixteen and a sleepover with her friends, and of course pool party antics. Which brings us to the next point….

-…namely that this story went *nowhere*. Like it was literally the last few issues that the damn plot moved forward and reached a climax. THe build-up took a back seat to what Penders evidently felt was what the audieance REALLY wanted- DOMESTIC DRAMA! Marvel in Lara-Su getting in fights at school because someone had an opinion! Wonder in the glories of her sweet sixteen! Behold the pool parties! Amaze at Sonic’s son being a little pervert! Hey, do you know what we needed more of? Sonic and Knuckles getting in a belching contest at a dinner party! And so on and so forth- the whole thing was basically a domestic drama, a really, really cheesy and badly written one, and these aspects of the story overtook everything else. Even worse, this story dragged on and on and on at a snails pace, and as I said, the only remotely exciting thing happened literally within the last few issues, with the build up being drawn out and unengaging. 

-The future was boring. Very, very boring, and even worse, we were told exactly how it got that way. What portions of the story weren’t dedicated to observing the Domestic Life Of The Teenage Echidna were spent infodumping and expositing about the events of the past that led to the present time. And at the present time? Everything was so peachy and perfect it could make you sick. There was no danger, no new menaces to fight in the Post-Robotnik Mobius, everything was just bland and happy and nooo real problems whatsoever. The Kingdom of Acorn now ruled Mobius, and Angel Island was now a superpower, and all the enemies of the past were either defeated or domesticated (more on that below). There was nothing to draw people in. No conflict to engage the readers. Even worse, ss this at the time was regarded as ‘the’ future and not just a ‘What-If’ (the debate of which caused an infamous feud between Penders and Bollers), the exposition ensured that there could not even be a potential mystery in figuring out how things got to this point, because the entire future was now laid bare before us. And since we now knew that this achingly perfect and tranquil future was to come, and exactly HOW Eggman was going to be defeated, there was little reason to become invested in past stories. What’s the point of sticking around when you know how its all gonnna go? Every conflict that took place in the past was now rendered irrelevant thanks to this future, which pretty much gave away the ending. 

-On top of all that, the developments of the characters from the past who were featured in this future were… nonsensical, and in some cases deeply insulting. Knuckles, for example, who had grown up in the wilderness away from cities and the like, was now in a position of power as not only Guardian but the head of the EST, and living very comfortably in a manor, with a maid of all things. Even accounting for the fact that the years change people, this doesn’t really feel like the kind of life Knuckles would ever want to live or COULD ever want to live, instead feeling like a reflection of Penders’ own ideal for what a happy ending should look like. Worse though was what happened to Julie-Su… while her depiction as such was not always very stellar, there was at least a token amount of effort applied to depicting her as a capable soldier and action girl, and prior to the release of this he swore up and down that she would STILL be a badass. This was false. This was very, very false. She was pretty much a stay at home mom who did upkeep on the house, acting as a *painfully* cliche ‘50s Housewife’ at utter odds with her prior depiction. While there is nothing wrong with being a domestic or anything like that, the fact was that this was definitely not how anybody ever wanted to see Julie-Su, and even worse, despite Penders’ touting of the ‘non-traditional’ nature of their marriage (which I should add was a reflection of the fact that he and his own wife operate under a common-law marriage), the fact of the matter was that the marriage was even MORE tradtional and bland than most marriages in media at that time. 

And it didn’t end there either. Sonic was now King of the world and pretty much going through a midlife crisis, and Sally, who actually WAS a leader of men during her youth and Queen of Mobius, was now happy and content with taking a backseat to Sonic and letting him make all the major decisions. There are many arguments about whether or not Sonic should have ever been a king or if it fits his character, but the point of order is, nobody at all wanted to see THIS from Sonic, or Sally. The decision to make him King was especially baffling because in real life, that’s not how European monarchy’s work. Sonic is not nobility, and even if he were, his lower rank would ensure that he would only ever be a prince or a regent at best, while Sally would be the one calling the shots thanks to her being higher ranked than him to begin with. 

And then there was Lien-Da. Recall how I said some threats became domesticated? Well this here is Exhibit A- wanna now what kind of future Lien-Da has after a lifetime of terrorism, deceit and murder? She’s living comfortabltly in suburbia with her son (with no mention or hint of who the father could be), and is just so gosh darned chummy with her half-sister that they gossip like a couple of old hens. I mean sure, Lien-Da helped murder Julie’s mother and their father, and then had Julie mindwiped twice-over, to say nothing of spending generations trying to murder the Guardians, but it’s all coooool, brah! No hard feelings, no bad blood whatsoever! Why, even Dimitri himself confirms that all of Lien-Da’s ambitions would never ever come true anyway, so hey, why carry a grudge? Family trumps all!

Yeah, I digress. Whatever people envisioned for the future of the characters they loved, this wasn’t it. At all. 

-The kids sucked, both as characters and from a design standpoint. For visuals, Lara-Su got off easy, having a reasonably unique and recognizable design that made her an instant hit with a lot of fans… the fact that Penders didn’t design her might have had something to do with that though. Everyone else? Clone children. Clone children as far as the eye can see. Literally they were all just traces of their parents with different clothes, and they had even less going on with regards to personality. The one with the most distinct personality was Manik, who was such a loathesome little creeper that everyone kind of wished he really WAS just as bland and forgettable as everyone else. While obviously children are gonna resemble their parents, making them flat out clones was just a step too far (sadly this would plague the sequel series as well). There have been many fan ideas and conceptions of what the children of our heroes would look like- all of them were better, or at least made more of an effort, than this. 

-While the book might have been called “Mobius: 25 Years Later”, it was actually more like “Angel Island Twenty Five Years Later”. Given that this storyline started out as a special called Knuckles: Twenty Years Later, this isn’t really that unexpected, but for a storyline that billed itself as the future of Mobius itself, the focus on Angel Island at the expense of everything else left a bad taste in everyone’s mouth. WHile it would be impossible to cover everyone, it was Knuckles and his family that got the most coverage, with the extended cast getting cameos or token mentions regardless of how important they were in the past. Bunnie and Antoine didn’t show up, Tails only showed up much later, we barely get any action from the other Chaotix… you get the idea. Even worse, Knuckles was pretty much revealed to be the destined savior of the planet, the one to finally defeat Eggman instead of Sonic, and the reveal of what was causing problems in the future would eventually be revealed to be SOnic’s fault! The Knuckles favoritism was incredibly grating, and incredibly disappointing. People wanted to see the future of *Mobius*, not JUST all the parts most relevant to Knuckles. This was the storylien that really did much to establish how little Penders cared about the title character of the series and how hellbent he was on ensuring the ‘legacy’ of his personal pet despite the Knuckles series having been gone for years by that point. 

-On a retroactive front, the reveal of Rotor being gay, or rather the rationale and circumstances of it, did a lot to taint the perception of the series. Even when the series was going on, Penders hinted that one of the cast was gay, and didn’t reveal who it was until years after he had left the book…it just happened to be Rotor, who just happened to be tortured in the new 30YL storyline while his supposed lover, Cobor, was dead. That he timed the reveal in such a way that it made Flynn look like a homophobe was suspect enough, but his reasoning behind the reveal was especially troubling, with him declaring that Rotor was gay due to his shyness. Adding insult to injury, there was absolutely no chemistry between Cobor and Rotor, like at all. In a fandom where two characters so much as looking at eachother too long can result in shipping, this was especially noteworthy, as nobody at all shipped Cobor and Rotor before the reveal… and after, for that matter. Penders loudly patting himself on the back for this despite how little he had done in-story to indicate it did a lot to taint the storyline in people’s eyes, and forever made Rotor’s sexuality a touchy subject due to knowing that Penders would always be eager to take credit for it despite having done nothing to build it up. While there was only so much one could really do at the time it was written, that doesn’t excuse the fact that there was so little affection and so little to read into with regards to Cobor and Rotor, due to the fact that believable, human interaction is well beyond Penders’ capacity as a writer. 

There is probably more I am not considering. Anyone who has anything to add is free to do so. But in conclusion? For everything that this story promised to be, and for all the ways that promise was broken, this whole thing became a black hole of wasted potential, a vortex of suckage that would consume everything in proximity, and that is why despite everything, a lot of people are not that eager to see it re-visted, believing that its just impossible to un-anchor it from the awful, awful story that spawned, and that there is nothing worth salvaging from it. 

They might have a point.