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it's been four years since this world-weary soul of mine have posted in this chaotic sphere. how has everyone dealt with the time one their hands? y'all doin good?

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out of time

[mcu!peter parker x reader]

no way home spoilers | word count: 9k+

summary: in which two best friends are in love and their feelings are revealed a bit too late

based on this request: Can we please get angst between MCU Peter Parker and the reader where she always supports him, deep inside they truly like each other but are afraid to ruin their friendship? She was the first one who discovered that he’s a spiderman and whenever he was injured she was there to tend his wounds. They always got each other’s backs. Even when Peter and MJ get together she supports them, even deep inside it hurts. One day she was going to Ned’s place but Norman ambushed her and tries to manipulate her to betray Peter. But she doesn’t want to and it ends up Norman killing her and it’s heartbreaking to see when Peter asks where (y/n) was Norman dropped her corpse in front of him. 

 warnings: nwh spoilers, angst angst angst, mentions of death, injuries, heartbreak, heavy pining, f!reader, lots of plot before dialogue, request <33

For as long as you could remember, it has always been you, Ned Leeds, and Peter Parker. The three of you against the world. Social outcasts for liking “nerdy shit” which was ironic coming from a school of gifted STEM students. But it didn’t matter much to you—you had the friends you wanted.

Ned was a ray of sunshine, never failing to make you laugh even on your worst days. You met him when you were six, being neighbors on the street you’d moved to at the time. You saw him playing on the sidewalk through your townhome window on the second floor. The way your little legs carried you downstairs in a frenzy of movements was impressive for a person of any age. You could’ve sworn it took you less than thirty seconds to run into the kitchen and beg your parents to let you play LEGOS with the ‘cool kid outside.’

Needless to say, that was how you made your first friend in the borough of Queens. A tight bond created over your love for Star Wars and LEGOS.

As for how you met Peter… well, you two had met by chance, stumbling upon each other at Delmar’s a few years after you’d met Ned. A rather tall boy who was definitely going through a growth spurt, Peter caught your attention immediately. After spying on him for a few minutes through the aisles, you plucked the courage to introduce yourself. His face was priceless, shocked that a girl was even talking to him.

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I feel so lonely

I just want friends

However, I refuse to lie and pretend

That when I see your text,

I’ll immediately reply

Because darling, believe me

I can’t, I’ve tried

True, I want friends but

This, a fact I condemn:

I want friends

I just can’t seem to keep them

- D. M. Malfoy

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Before I am your daughter, your sister, your friend, your lover, I am my own person & I will not set myself on fire just to make you feel warmth.

- Pansy Parkinson

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To the Dark Lord, I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match you will be mortal once more.

RAB

i haven’t post in a while, so here is a little Regulus Black.  the bravest Slytherin i ever known

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Slytherin Things #1

Being a Slytherin is kind of lonely, because while it is the house where you make your real friends, it doesn’t mean you real friends don’t have other friends.

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You set fires to my forest. And you let it burn.

Astoria Greengrass

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here’s to the kids that use fictional characters as a way of coping. here’s to the kids that stay up late crying to their favourite characters. here’s to the kids that imagine their favourite character by their side when they’re experiencing bad anxiety in public. here’s to the kids that need works of fiction to keep on surviving.

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All the lights couldn’t put out the dark running through my heart

Theodore Nott

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“Why does the third of the three brothers, who shares his food with the old woman in the wood, go on to become king of the country? Why does James Bond manage to disarm the nuclear bomb a few seconds before it goes off rather than, as it were, a few seconds afterwards? Because a universe where that did not happen would be a dark and hostile place. Let there be goblin hordes, let there be terrible environmental threats, let there be giant mutated slugs if you really must, but let there also be hope. It may be a grim, thin hope, an Arthurian sword at sunset, but let us know that we do not live in vain.”

— Terry Pratchett, “Let There Be Dragons” (A Slip of the Keyboard)

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a family™ +bonus

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this just screams slytherin and ravenclaw to me

So I’ve been really into the Academic Life™ lately and started to notice a few little things that strikes me as dark academia, so here’s a list:��

1. Always wearing my family rings. The women in my family are problematic as hell and definitely have a part on the outcome monstrosity that I am today, so I’ve decided to embrace my biggest fear of becoming one of them in the future by always wearing my grandmother’s ring (that was passed down to her by her mother), my mother’s ring and my aunt’s ring. They’re all on the same hand and constantly haunt me with the reminder of the bad blood that runs through my veins. 

2. Random numbers on the palm of my left hand in black ink. My University’s library is organized in codes and it’s really hard to find a specific book between thousands of others in the archive. Whenever I need a book, I look up its code and write it on my hand before my scavenger hunt - so by the end of the day I have about five or six lines of numbers and letters on my left hand, and nobody outside University knows why. 

3. Walking with the Cryptid™ around campus at weird hours. I love my classical literature teacher, or as we call him, The Myth, but sometimes I feel obligated to grab a coffee with him and just sit on the bandstand to discuss Homer so I can argue with him about his interpretation of the Iliad. Wanna grab a coffee and smoke near the pool so I can tell you why Helen of Troy and Helen of Sparta have different meanings? Oh, you’re at the library and you just found this Longino copy about the Sublime and you want to know if I’m interested in joining you despite being dark already? Hell yeah. 

4. Made up traditions with my friends. C’mon, we’re lit students! We have to be at least a bit pretentious. Drinking mead and absinthe on a horn that the biology students gave us? Speaking in latin with each other when walking on hallways and having other student’s eyes on us? The whole group gathering at this one person’s house every Tuesday for dinner and always wearing all black or all white? Yes. 

5. Explaining concepts to myself (and ghosts) at unholy hours in my room under the shitty yellow light I have for a lamp while smoking a cigarette and drinking reheated coffee. I learn faster when explaining things. I’m not even sorry. 

6. Carrying an umbrella with me every day. It hardly rains in my city and people are always looking at me with a confused expression whenever they see the big pointy black umbrella in my hands. This is actually because I walk to (and back from) Uni every day, so I don’t feel so powerless on the streets. You’ll really try to take my purse? Bring it on, punk.

7. Adding dead words to our vocabulary. My friends and I teamed up to buy this dead words dictionary and now we’re addicted to it. Walking around the corridors and using an old as time vocabulary really makes people curious and whenever the senior teachers hear us they look so intrigued! 

8. So, okay, this one is probably my favorite. We bought a star. Yes. We gathered money to buy a start, named it after our group, and now we frequently go to the physics department observatory to look for it. We even have matching pendants with the location of our start and it’s name.

Extras that are responsible for making this semester look specially dark academia for me: the smell of warm grass that hits me when I’m crossing the campus; me and my friends using Homeric epithets; the feeling of warm shoes when I get home after a long day of walking around campus; constantly handing each other different books that we personally love (and making our group a big book club); the empty perfume bottles and black ballpoint pens at the end of the semester; small and quiet kisses on the knuckles and temple me and my friends got used to give each other whenever we’re close enough to touch; the unfinished chess game I started with my friend still on top of my book pile; honoring Donna Tartt and asking my friend ‘cubitum eamus?’ in front of my latin teacher and having him giggle; the weight of an old, dusty and almost in pieces book about the decline and fall of the roman empire that we particularly love; books that we pick up so often that it’s location is already memorized; sitting in the warm sunlight on the bandstand when changing classes, smoking and drinking way too sugary coffee; ditching linguistics classes to attend a Russian literature lecture on the other side of campus; forgotten pennies on my coat pockets that once were coffee change; my friend who keeps constantly changing languages and speaking in french mid-conversation with us; 

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There are a lot of times I feel like just…flipping the vegan script.

It’s not ‘polyester’ it’s plastic

It’s not ‘vegan leather’ it’s plastic

Its not ‘faux fur’ it’s plastic

Plastic is a pollutant and causes far more damage to the environment both now and in the future than leather or wool.

Please stop telling me that the Plastic Lyfe is the only life, it is not. My leather shoes will last a decade where pleather is lucky to last 12 months. Leather (and wool) decompose and are renewable. Plastic is neither of those.

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me: Am I really THAT slytherin?

my search history:

me: Huh. I guess i am.

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ok very funny guys. you got me. now seriously who left all these neurotypicals in charge of the mental health field