#I hate being in videos and pictures without my permission

[ghostfoolish]

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[bebebelll]

does anyone know her dad? daniel ricciardo smau (part 1)

pairing: daniel ricciardo x toto's secret child!reader / daniel ricciardo x schumacher and wolff!reader warnings: cursing and some general fandom hate wags get note: first time doing this i dont know if this right but lets go! part 2, part 3 and part 4

mickschumacher happy birthday to @ynquads !! sorry for crashing into the cake! mama said she'll make you another

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gina_schumacher thanks for almost cropping me out of the picture

mickschumacher it's about yn!! ynquads i though i was you favourite cousin gigi :( why u being so mean to me :( i'll go tell my parents micschumacher ill tell mama you're being mean to yn username123 always love seeing mick and yn be annoying little siblings

maxverstappen1 congrats! is it enough to say it here or do i have to make my own post? ive given you a present

ynquads bring me cowboy boots from austin and you dont have to

username cute cute cute cute cute cute

username honestly schumacher genes dont even feel real anymore

username right!?!?! i want yn to win the figure skating grand prix but then i remember that video where she went karting with max username like a billion drivers and a skater and the good looks in ONE family? god really does have favourites

lewishamilton happy birthday! it's been great seeing you grow up

username excuse me sir? what do you mean grow up?

ynquads visited japan for a wedding and now i'm all ready for skate america!! let's gooo cricket club!!

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username YOU GOT INVITED TO YUZURU'S WEDDING

ynquads i even got to bring daniel🤭

danielricciardo it was a lovely wedding❤️❤️(ours is gonna be better)

username excuse what the fuck lewishamilton actually you're not allowed to marry her without our permission danielricciardo whose permission would i even ask? lewishamilton every german speaking driver and like three team bosses good luck

username ARIANA (our queen & god susie wolff) WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE

maxverstappen1 daniel's being gross make him stop

danielricciardo am not! ynquads lmao throw bread at him danielricciardo all the love ive given you and this is how you repay me? ynquads ooh i'll repay you 😏 maxverstappen1 dont be weird under my comment

username oh she has time to fly to japan but not go to a single race ever

username babes danny has not been in the since zandvoort. theres been no race to go see him username they've been together for like three years and she's only been to less than ten races username like seriously cant she ever be supportive username you people do realize she's an athlete too?

ynquads we got silver!!!💪🥈🥈🥈congrats to kaori sakamoto 🥇 and isabeau levito🥉 (also thanks uncle lewis for dinner)

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nicorosberg he gave you alcohol?

ynquads i have never actually drank alcohol at all in my entire life (also dad was there i was not even allowed to get food that had rum in the sauce) maxverstappen1 oh yeah we did not at all just get drunk ynquads shut up before nico goes to talk to my DAD

username are we all just gonna ignore that she calls lewis "uncle" like seriously how disrespectful is that

username calm the fuck down she calls him and all the older grid (especially sebastian) uncle so it is not new

danielricciardo why you holding your head like that? is it heavy from all the pretty? i can hold it for you

nicorosberg this is who you choose @ynquads danielricciardo why are you bullying me too??? ynquads hes funny onkel nico (uncle) username how is nico rosberg here dragging danny ric? you dont even follow him?

username EVERYBODY CALM DOWN THIS IS NOT A DRILL WE HAVE A CHANCE TO HAVE YN WIN THIS YEAR'S GRAND PRIX PLEASE BE ON EVERY PODIUM

susie_wolff congrats honey! we're really proud!

username i still think it's so damn weird she just hangs out with the older grid. how does she even know then to go on dinners

username okay but when the hell did this even happen? i follow yn and she trains in toronto and during summer is in germany or england. she doesnt attend the races? how the fuck is she and DANIEL RICCIARDO together babes

username i bet my life that max introduced them i can feel it in my bones that he planned this username "oh sorry i won by 30 secs and you have a shitbox to drive, wanna meet my friend she's great gf material? you have no chance without help" ynquads i mean.... username OH MY GOD

username she's such a shit girlfriend honestly. she dates daniel for publicity and then drags lewis down too

username what the fuck are you smoking??

username how the FUCK did daniel ricciardo bag the talented pretty QUAD QUEEN MISS YN SCHUMACHER!!! thats my wife actually! what about our kids and three lambs??

f1wagsupdates paparazzi has released a video of mercedes team boss toto wolff exiting a restaurant and driving off with a young woman. even though she tried to cover herself, the woman was quicky identified as yn schumacher. she is a figure skater and 20+ years younger. in an interview from home yn can be seen walking around the wolff kitchen in little clothing. is this the ending to toto's perfect looking marriage with fellow motorsport boss susie wolff?

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username if i dont read it, it doesnt exist. no one's cheating ever

username toto and susie's kid is like 5 how could he throw that away??

username its always the goddamn family men fucking over their wives and kids

username this is such bullshit. toto and susie have been together since like 2011 this is so horrible

username little clothing? she's wearing like pajamas

[sunkissed-zegras]

Anytime the manager is away for whatever reason, vacation, sickness, etc. The girls are fucking whining, the biggest babies.

“MOOOOOOM” “Come back pookie🥺” “The kids miss you.”

Like imagine the manager (finally) does a solo live during vacation, and the girls are just in the comment section “soooo when are you gonna come back and tend to your kids?” and if the manager goes “i’m not even gonna be gone for that long my loves, yall are so dramatic.” then the team goes “oh so you just hate us, got it.”

LIKE THATS NOT WHAT SHE SAID 😭

Or let’s say the manager is getting the girls food. if she leaves without telling them, best to believe she’ll get a call.

*Incoming call from Griffondorf🦅*

Manager: Hello?

Aubrey: Now who gave you permission to leave the premises

Manager: Girl??? I’m getting takeout.

Aubrey: Okay but who…. told you to do that without telling us?

Manager: Who…. told you I had too?

Ice: It’s written in the hand book, ‘can’t leave children unattended’

Manager: WHAT HANDBOOK?!

——-

Or if the manager DOES tell them that she’s about to leave and come back

——-

“Ouuuu okay well come with you.”

Manager: “??? who invited y’all?”

“Us, now cmon let’s go.” “Can you make it any more obvious that you hate us?”

Eventually the bicker so bad that the manager just lets them go with her.

——-

It’s so so obvious that the girls love their manager so much. People make those videos on tiktok like “oh to be loved the way the Uconn wbb team loves their manager” and it’s just lots of clips of the girls with the manager, and them loving her and protecting her.

OUUUUUU the girls protect their manager so bad.

Especially if someone they’re playing against(for whatever reason) decides to shit talk the manager on the court (the manager is literally taking pictures, what are they so pressed for) they better hope one of the girls doesn’t hear them say anything. Like all of a sudden it’s not a game anymore, the girls will start beating ass on that court and literally everyone can see that the vibe of the team changed. Like you can talk about them whatever, but the MOMENT you mention the manager they’re going at it.

The will defend their managers name regardless of anything and they will not take shit else.

Even against journalists who decide to bring the manager up for whatever reason for negative purposes, they are NOT having it and it’s one of the times Geno lets them really talk cuz he know that the team will get their point across without being too vile.

-🐹

HELP NOW I WANNA WRITE THE SOLO-LIVE BECAUSE IT WOULD BE SOOOOOO FUNNYYYYYY everyones just in her live like come back pleaseeeeeeeee

i feel like journalists would start beef w manager cus shes very outspoken about how she feels and she doesn't hold back a lot but the team will 10000% back her up CUS SHES ENTITLED TO TALK AB IT YK????

[lilspyce]

Welcome home💕

18+ only | minors, maps, homophobes DNI

22 year old switch (sub to 2/dom to 1) | she/her short-haired queen | hypersexual | bisexual | into dark kinks

Age must be listed on your blog or you will be blocked

90% nsfw

Image tag: "just a little toaster strudel" | Text tag: "cupcake speaks" (links in bio)

Caffeine addict | 5' tall | 151 lbs (and dropping 😈)

I am taken by three amazing men 💕 (separate tags for each in my bio) I am not your little, I am not your sub, I am not your baby and nor do I intend to be. Feel free to message and interact but do not refer to me as such without explicit permission. I am a human being with boundaries. I will play with you but I do not belong to you.

Pro LGBT. Hate speech will not be tolerated, nor is there a place for ignorance on my blog.

Kinks include (but are not limited to 😈):

Bd/sm, dd/lg, cnc, somno, knife play, gun play, breath play, piss play, corruption, degradation, free use, breeding, masks, orgasm control, intoxplay

FAQ's

Do you have an only fans? | No

Can I have a selfie? | Nothing above the shoulders will be shown for my personal privacy reasons and out of respect for my masters' wishes

Can I have your snap? | All interactions will remain on Tumblr as per my masters' wishes. No you are not an acception

Can I have a picture? | Nothing will be shared prior to my masters' explicit permission. They have the right to say no

Can I send you a picture? | You sure can! However, unsolicited pictures will result in your blog being blocked. Just because I post nudes does not mean I want to receive them without warning.

Do you have any soft kinks? | Hands, power exchange, sensory deprivation, katoptronophilia

Preferred underwear? | I exclusively wear thongs

What are your hobbies? | My interests include (but are not limited to): Hiking, yoga, books, video games, vinyl collecting, all things horror (my personal interests are under the tag #we interrupt your regularly scheduled programming)

Questions about my masters | All details given are per their own discretion. Nothing will be revealed prior to their explicit permission. They have the right to reserve their privacy

[kasienda]

Celebrity Status: Ch 7 - Hiding

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

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Chapter 7: Hiding

I can’t believe Ladybug dropped someone! 

Omg! Ladybug dropped an actual person! 

Adrien wanted to reach through his screen and shake these people! They clearly weren’t watching the same video he was. She hadn’t dropped him. He had fought her, and when he won because she wasn’t actually trying to fight back, he fell. 

Not her fault. 

She probably wouldn’t see it that way though. 

He had tried to look for her after the akuma, but she had bolted without even their usual fist bump.

And now the internet was exploding in condemnation. 

He glanced towards his open window, but there was still no sign of her. 

He thought that she would come. She had for the other for every other PR mishap. 

But another hour went by and she didn’t show. 

He transformed and took to the rooftops. Once he was a few blocks away from the mansion he tried to call her, but she didn’t answer. He didn’t even know if she was transformed.

Just when he was about to give up, the little Ladybug showed up on his map. She wanted him to find her. 

He found her sitting alone, her legs curled into her chest behind a brick chimney. He sat next to her without saying anything. She leaned her head onto his shoulder. A second later she was shaking as she cried.

He wrapped his arms around her. “It wasn’t your fault,” he whispered.

She shook her head, trying to wipe away her own tears, but they just kept falling. 

“He didn’t trust me,” she sobs.

He was an idiot, but Chat Noir knew saying that wouldn’t help. 

“I thought it didn’t matter what anyone thought of me,” she says, her voice smaller than he had ever heard it. 

“We’ll fix it,” he promised. 

“How? Everything I say makes it worse.” 

That was more his fault than hers, though she didn’t know that. “I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out.”

She nodded, but fell into silence once again. 

“How can I make you feel better?” he asked. 

“You’re doing just fine,” she said.

“No,” he disagreed. She might have stopped crying, but she had yet to smile. “What’s something dumb we could talk about?” 

Her chin jutted forward and to the side. “How about that billboard right there?” 

He followed her gaze, and found himself looking at his own photo-shopped image. 

He groaned. He hated that ad. 

Ladybug laughed, so mission successful he supposed. “Jealous, Chaton?” 

He blinked for a second. “Should I be?” 

“Oh, definitely. He’s like the whole deal.” 

He grinned. If only she knew. “Am I sensing a celebrity crush, M’lady?” he teased. 

He didn’t expect her to turn red. 

His heart took off without his permission. 

“Oh my god! You totally have a celebrity crush on Adrien Agreste!” 

How in hell had that happened?

“No! It’s not a celebrity crush!” 

He knew that it was probably more. They had hung out a few times after all.

"I mean, he's a celebrity, and you have a crush on him. Isn't that the definition of a celebrity crush?"

"But it makes it sound so superficial," she whined. "I do actually know him, you know."

"I've seen the pictures. Riposte, wasn't it?"

Adrien had obsessed over the pictures of Ladybug holding him in her arms princess style more than once.

She bit her lower lip. “Y-yeah. Riposte.” 

He almost laughed at her attempt to keep a straight face. “Aw man! You agreed too easily. Now, I’m gonna have to assume that you know him personally.” 

She had spent multiple evenings in his bedroom just in the last two weeks.

He still expected her to scoff. 

She did not. 

Could that would mean—

“You know Adrien Agreste, teenage supermodel? Like in person as yourself?"

 She laughed nervously. "Forget I said anything."

He couldn’t forget it. This was one fact too many. 

Because she didn’t deny it. 

"You should confess,” he blurted.

Was that good advice? Or was he just being self-serving here?

She shook her head. "Ha! Do you have any idea how many confessions Adrien gets in just a month?! He has a script for rejecting them.” 

He wished that was true. He never knew what to say when a stranger confessed to him. But if he knew her, it wasn’t the same thing. 

Not even close. 

"But didn't you say you were his friend?"

"Exactly! He gets a thousand love confessions, but only has a handful of friends. His friends are actually really important to him. Probably more important than anything else. I don't want to ruin something so rare and precious to him."

Adrien grew quiet. Ladybug saw him. Like, she truly saw him. And for the first time ever, it didn’t matter that he didn’t know who she was. 

She knew him. 

And he was more in love with her than ever. 

“I think he’d be lucky to have someone like you in his life,” he said. 

Her cheeks turned pink. “Oh my god. That’s so cheesy.”

“It’s also true.”

She shook her head, smiling.

He returned the expression.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

“Making me feel like I have something to offer? Like my problems aren’t the end of the world? For making me feel better in general.”

He bumped her shoulder. “What are friends for?” 

Her arms wrapped around his neck. “I am so lucky that out of everyone in Paris, you were chosen as my partner.” 

He hugged her back. “Me too, bug. Me too.”

… 

Marinette stayed out way too late with Chat Noir, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it even as she trudged up the stairs to her front door. 

He just had this way of making everything feel possible. Like her problems weren’t so gargantuan. 

She took a deep breath and swung open the door. 

"Marinette! Where have you been?! I’ve been calling you all day!” her maman demanded. 

Marinette pulled out her phone. Sure enough, she had over dozen missed calls. 

“Sorry. I missed that. I didn’t mean to make you worry.” The words felt hollow even to her own ears. She had used them so many times they had lost all meaning. 

Her maman sighed, and yanked her into a hug. “I’m glad you’re okay. Will you please tell me where you were?” 

“I wasn’t anywhere in particular. I was just roaming the city. Trying to get out of my own head.” 

That much was true.

Her mother pulled away and searched her face. Marinette didn’t know what she was looking for.

“Will you please tell me what’s going on?” Sabine begged.

Marientte’s shoulders slumped. “I don’t… I don’t want to disappoint you.” 

Her mother’s hand stroked her arm from her shoulder to her wrist. 

“You could never!” her maman insisted. 

Marinette pulled away from her mother’s hold. It wasn’t true. She was already disappointing them. She wished she could tell them the truth. 

But at least now, she had a believable lie. Or at least she hoped it was believable.

Marinette stared at her hands. 

"Umm... I've been having panic attacks. They’ve— they’ve gotten really bad.” 

Sabine covered her mouth with her hands. 

Marinette made herself continue. “I try to go to class anyway, but sometimes, it's too much and I just have to hide. Especially during akuma attacks. I—I've been researching. I think I might have PTSD."

"Why didn't you tell us?" The question was barely louder than a whisper. 

"It's just… my anxiety had been so much better this year, and you were so proud. I didn't want to disappoint either of you."

“Marinette.” 

“So I lied. And then later you were so upset and I wanted to take it back, but it seemed too late. So I just dug in.”

Sabine wrapped her in a hug. "Oh honey! We would never be disappointed in you over something like this. We want to know about these things, so that we can help you."

"You’re right,” Marientte mumbled into her mother’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.” 

Sabine kissed the top of her head, and pulled her into another hug. “Marinette, thank you for telling me. I’m so proud of you for telling me. We can look into getting you a psychiatrist.”

Marinette winced. That wouldn’t help her. She couldn’t talk about most of the things that she struggled with. All her secrets were off the table. And she definitely didn’t want to take meds for panic attacks that weren’t happening, but that was a problem for another day. For now, Marinette just let herself relax in her mother’s hold. 

“Please remember next time, you can’t hide from things that are hard. It only makes them worse.”

But her mother was right. She couldn’t keep hiding from things that were hard. 

And Chat Noir was right. Her PR problem didn’t have to be the end of the world. 

She just needed to be more proactive. Adrien would certainly have some ideas. 

…

[bookscandlesnbts]

Please he's making sure none of his minions will leave him.. and they'll be still up with all their theories and clout when he comes back in 2025 lol. This is not me who said this but his minions themselves.. they said whenever they reconsider about tkk, Tae will appear and leave some crumbs and signs for them to keep believing in tkk. He said he saw army working about the division he joined so he obviously saw cult being sad and mad over jkk's enlistmet too.. so he had to feed his fans. Who cares whether Jimin will be harassed for forcing JK to be in same unit as him? Definitely not Tae.

Jk *may* have given consent to post the ss... but I don't believe tho.. coz he was SO ADAMANT about not showing his head in last 2 lives. It was his place to show not Tae's nor any other member's. It wasn't even a selfie they took with intention of posting but a fucking screenshot of video call he maynot even knew Tae took. But ofcourse some people just lack boundaries or understanding.. they thinks everything is 'joke' and go on and post things without your permission. If feeding cult wasn't his point he would've posted something.. atleast an old selfie with jimin wishing him all the best..but he didn't do that right? Same with Bam too.. he didn't posted with his own dog but bam ? 🤣🤣 he's laughable atp.

But apparently only Jimin is fanservice king who's mia most of the time, when the real fanservice king is hidden in the plainsight and always defended by major chunk of this Fandom no matter what he does. Btw someone tell him feeding tkkrs wont make his songs chart highly nor make album hit. It will only have China fb mass buying and Thailand streaming farm.. not the real popularity where stans from other kpop fandoms also knows your songs lol.

Let me make some things clear about my blog. I do love Tae, but I’ve decided that the Tae that I love is the Tae who is part of BTS aka interacting with them and part of them as a group entity. I don’t like BTS Chapter 2 Solo era Tae. I think I’ve said this on another post, but I think part of this era of Tae’s problem is that he goes completely unchecked. All of his weaknesses are exposed (anon you mentioned album charts not me 🤭) and while he might be one of the most popular members of BTS on the surface, solo era has shown that he doesn’t have that *it factor* on his own. So, we have seen him do questionable things to appease a very questionable group. And it’s simply a pattern at this point. I can no longer give him the benefit of the doubt. The massive eye roll that I did when I saw the picture of him with Bam could be seen all the way in Seoul. 🙄 However, all of this to say is that I’m not a Tae anti. I don’t hate him. I wish him safety and health in the military, and I think he’s an essential part of BTS the group but we can definitely leave Chapter 2 Era Tae behind. A couple posts ago I lamented how much I hate this “competition” between jkks and tkks and I think we know who really fuels that fire.

[jazzygem]

🚫MINORS DNI!!🚫

Stop! That’s all I could say while he was sliding in and out of me! I loved the way his cock felt inside me. He looked down on me as if he hated me! My mascara was running down my face I was such a mess! I’m crying and sweating and I’m drooling all at once. He wouldn’t stop though! I told him so many times to stop I even started crying and begging him to stop but he wouldn’t and I knew he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t stop fucking me until he was ready to quit! He had my wrists and legs tied to the bed posts so there was no way for me to fight him off, he loved it though, he loved hearing me whimper and whine and beg him to stop! The more I begged him to stop the harder and faster and longer he went for! Every time I told him to stop he would slap my face and tell me to shut the fuck up! I’m his pet, I’m his slave, his doll! I’m his and he used me whenever he wanted! He basically molded his cock to my pussy! He wouldn’t let me talk to guys because he was convinced that every guy that talked to me was after me. He was convinced that I was going to leave him for another man! Little does he know I love everything about him! I love the way he calls me a bitch when we’re play fighting, I love the way he calls me a slut while we’re fucking! I especially love the way he fucks me! He fucks me like it’s our last time every time! He knows that no matter how hard he slaps me or bites me or how hard he grabs a hold of my thighs I’m going to thank him for it! My favorite thing that he does is when he leaves hickeys and bruises all over me! Every time he leaves a hickey or a bruise he’s marking his territory! I belong to him and only him! I am his and he is mine! I am his property! He loves it when I dress up for him, he especially loves it when I send him dirty messages or pictures! Better yet, he loves it when I send him videos of me touching myself because he knows he gets to come home and punish me for touching myself without his permission! His punishments aren’t too bad though! Usually a spanking, slap to the face or my absolute favorite he ties me up and plays with my clit and pussy and waits till I’m almost about to cum and then he stops. He will continue to edge me until I apologize for being disobedient! He is perfect for me and I never want our love to end!

[captainfightingflower]

I dream to be used as material for other people’s content.

A dream of mine ever since i started posting online isn’t to get internet famous, or become a millionaire off of my content. But to bring joy and to have my stuff get used in countless of projects more or less without my permission. I want to get to a point where what i make ends up as one of the first results on Google images so thousands of young creators get to right click save image on the fruits of my labor.

I want my art to be featured in a 13 year old’s vent AMVs of their comfort character to a song by Evanescence or Skillet, i want to have an illustration i’m deeply proud of be used as a Russian teen’s profile picture on VK, or a German kid’s desktop wallpaper. I want clips of my cosplays to get used in people’s Spanish written fanfictions on Tiktok. 

I want videos of me screenshotted and gifed into reaction images and have them posted all over obscure message boards, or to have a soundbyte be used in people’s Youtube poops. I want the music i make to get reuploaded into nightcore with a picture of a sad anime girl or Sans with press-on nails. I want my animation memes to get put into top 10s or to feature in a cringe compilation with someone’s lavender angle wolf furry oc giving me constructive criticism on my work. I want people on Instagram to make thirst traps slowly panning up my art with capcut. 

I want a teenager who uses bun/bunself on Tumblr to make flower crown edits of my creations. I want my NSFW to be featured as clickbait in a 24 year old man’s first custom let’s play thumbnail. I want to be featured in a British stranger’s Pinterest board. I want to see my doodles used as templates in a meme generator. 

I want to have a French girl in their tweens use one of my shitposts as a cover for a their Lemon Y/N X character Wattpad fanfiction. I want my art printed onto a cake with happy 9th birthday Daniella written on with icing. I want a 36 year old woman on Deviantart to crudely draw a vore belly with MS paint onto a picture i created.

I want to be unknowingly helping an American college student who need to fill a slide on their 10 slide PowerPoint presentation about dolphins or to be the backdrop for a 17 year old person with autism’s announcement of their week long hiatus from Amino. I want to have my art printed out and plastered onto someone’s wall with stickers and tape. I want to be used by people online who want to have fun or who simply want to create on the internet.

However, i do NOT want my art to be stolen by people who claim that they made it, or to have it be used in AI datasets by tech bros who specifically want to make a profit. I don’t want multi-million dollar clothing brands to steal my art to use as merch. I don’t want my art being used to promote shady pyramid schemes to children. I don’t want my art to be edited into CP, or used to promote hate speech. I don’t want my art to be exploited unethically for profit or clout.

Whenever i see something that i have created being used by someone else: i feel a sense of glee that is incredibly particular. I have a folder dedicated to this very thing, of wild instances of people using what i have made unknowingly, all titled ether with the title of the creation or me at that moment expressing the sheer joy i felt seeing something i have created be used or mentioned. It makes me feel like i’m giving something to the world, that what i do isn’t for nothing and that people DO appreciate what i make. It’s a feeling that i adore to my very core. 

What i have created has been in Deviantart submissions, Youtube videos, Reddit posts, Tiktoks, Discord profiles, Wattpad thumbnails, Amino, VK, News articles and sites i’ve never even heard of before! Heck, some of the things i mentioned in this post are based off of ACTUAL occurrences! I won’t tell which of these happened to me, however. That is a secret for me to keep.

[literaticat]

Hello! PB author/illustrator here. How do you feel about people reading picture books on YouTube? I've seen a few of my books being read on various YouTube channels, often racking up 000s of views. On the one hand, I feel it could be a good way for new people to discover the books, but on the other hand I wonder if it has a negative impact on sales (why buy the book when you can see it for free on Youtube?) Rights-wise too it seems like a grey area. Just be interested in your thoughts. Thanks!

I hate it, actually, and, if they don't have permission from the publisher or rights holder it's technically illegal for them to show the entire book including the illustrations (copyright violation alert!). That said, most of them are pretty small-time creators and it feels kinda mean-spirited to be a jerk about it.

I haven't done a STUDY of this or anything, but I kinda doubt it negatively impacts sales -- the people who are watching PBs being read aloud on YouTube were probably not going to buy the book anyway -- and if their kids love it, maybe they will want their very own copy, or request it from their library. And who knows, if the video is fun, maybe it will create a viral moment!

Like, THE WONKY DONKY went from basically out of print nothing-burger in the US to a huge NYT and worldwide bestseller literally overnight because a Scottish granny read it aloud on YouTube.

That said, if it's concerning to you, or if they are misrepresenting the book in some way, speak to your publisher -- they may have guidelines around this. Many publishers, for example, started giving limited permission for this kind of thing during the pandemic, like allowing read-alouds on private channels, or for limited time, etc etc. And, if it seems egregiously to be flouting those guidelines without permission and the person is making $$, your publisher may be able to send a cease-and-desist or otherwise encourage it to be taken down/demonetized. (Which seems a lot more official coming from THEM than having YOU complain about it, yanno?) -- Just make sure you don't complain if a Scottish granny reads it aloud! ;-)

[ghostfoolish]

omggggggg ive been sitting on my opinion on that picture bc i thought i was doing the most. it’s clear he’s a private person. he hasn’t shared any pictures but one of his baby. and they didn’t know that picture was being taken or posted like….

Nah you’re not doing the most 💀 that picture felt icky. I honestly hate how some people think that people (especially celebrities) are public property and I hate the culture now of just taking pictures and videos of people without their permission to turn into content.

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The White Dove Pt 49 - Deed He See Us

@devilishminx328​. @theincaprincess​, @lilith15000​, @jesevans​, @jiminapickle

The White Dove Masterlist

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Thengel absolutely in person had detailed the pieces of furniture you had chosen, adoring especially the familial pieces and the special bed that you chose to help learn how to sleep in beds again. Gladly he had slept on your cloud couch and as you slept before you chose to go back to school he had taken as much time as possible to detail the top of the folded sections of sail without touching or moving them to get a fuller look.

Off the taped up design he could only imagine what it looked completely, as those sections he could see were well beyond what was on the paper. Unimaginably by hand you had made this magical sail out of very natural wool, chord and the spool of Asgardian metal chord on the rotating wooden spools above anti gravity platforms. While with usual supplies even machines took great lengths to meet even the most basic of standards. He couldn’t wait to see it when it was treated and whole to be fitted with the proper grommets to be fixed to Eldfalls’ mast.

Up here you had made a home for yourself over the years and it was beyond what the glimpses in your hobby videos and pictures had shared. To the brim he filled your pantry and with Eddie’s help kept you well fed and coated in your bee creams to help the bruises and scrapes along.

Nightly as promised Wade dropped by to trade your daily dose of pain meds the hospital filled for you before being discharged for snacks and some more candies. A fellow assassin who shared what you knew to be true, both Rogers and War Machine were making trips to Queens to fail at subtly asking others about having seen you with one of Stark’s spare suits was camped across the street to catch the first sight of the injured teen for himself. Something possible as Thengel took a day trip to Washington after seeing you off to school.

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 “You’ve been avoiding me,” you said making Harry flinch as he entered the hall were you were waiting for him on the way to his locker. Subtly he adjusted the lay of his sling in a stolen glance at yours. “There is no way you hide from me in this city, Harry.”

“I’m, not, hiding.” He said straightening up out of nerves.

“You know, no matter how badly your relationship ended I highly doubt hiring a man with a wrench is anyhere near your style.”

“I just, after my dad, your wrist.”

“I’ve had my wrist broken five times, this wrist. I am perfectly fine, and if you are washing your hair as often as you claim,” you said making him glance away and chuckle.

“It would fall out, I looked it up.” He said and asked, “Does it hurt? You got almost a hundred stitches.”

“Mostly numb, in a non-frightening dead nerve sort of way,” you said making him chuckle again. “How’s the shoulder. First pop always is the worst then it can become like brunch on Tuesdays after a while.”

“Good, I can take it off tomorrow. Just have to go easy on lifting a few days in the gym and if I have full rotation Coach said I could play.”

“Well, step one to disregarding your safety to building a winning team legacy.” You joked making him chuckle again.

“I’m sorry, I avoided you.”

“You did, call Gwen at least? Or will you be sporting a boot to go with that sling?”

“I texted, brothers are good. Hate me more, but they’re good.”

“See, and you were worried,” you said turning to head to your first class.

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Pity points had gotten you alternate assignments or written copies permissible when typing was required as well as when you got to work and the sling had been removed a chance to show the cast wouldn’t hinder you at all.

Misique however wouldn’t be so fortunate. And one handed you would disguise your cast free arm with your usual gloves and sleeves down to ensure no injury was seen as you helped your friends the best you could. Without letting on what you had to face when your glow dimmed and you had to put that cast back on again to pretend to be as helplessly ruined as some passers by imagined you to be now.

All before you turned 18, cut down in the prime of your youth. To achieve apparently nothing like a damsel right out of a romance novel staged in the Victorian age, swept across a fainting couch to spend the rest of your days in hiding for the shame of what you might have achieved had you not stepped into the line of fire.

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“Pluto,” Dr Octavius was first to spot you and looked your sweater and jean clad self over.

“I’ve broken my wrist before. No Victorian waif here.”

Weakly he chuckled and said, “I was merely curious of where you could hide almost a hundred stitches on you,” making you giggle.

In a circle you moved your free hand with a finger extended, “It wraps around the arm and down the middle finger, rest are on my ribs. Dissolvable. Not more comfortable but at least I won’t have to trouble the good Surgeon to break out his tiny scissors.”

“Are you at least pain free? My spare arms took some getting used to on my lower back and hips. Cast must be heavy, reaches past your fingers, printed metal can be strenuous.”

“Getting used to it. Sleeping, is complicated. Lots of pillows, had to move a foot stool over.”

“I won’t keep you much longer, do let us know if you need anything.”

Stares from Professors didn’t last long as you seemed, aside from the gradual dip into your seat and fidgets to keep tolerably comfortable that you didn’t seem any worse for wear. Braided hair and all well taken care of and well prepared for classes until after a stop for a snack at Octavius’ home where Dr Connors would join you back to your place you went, seemingly unfazed but stealing a glance up at the building Stark assumed you wouldn’t see him hiding on top of.

Eddie outside was there to make you grin and accept his help over the back seat of his bike to be driven back where homework would keep you busy until Thengel got back from his trip. He would only be here a few more days and was pleased prior to the accident that you had been given the week off to fit the shops post holiday schedule around availability of others.

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All you had to do for the candle shop was keep your arm out of view of customers to keep on the sales floor. Not as hard as it seemed with a rest of your encased arm behind your back faking a lean on the counter with your opposite hip to angle it out of their view to almost seem casual to them but not anyone else behind you really. Absurd but it did the trick, while at the book shop you were reduced to the cart for the crates and toted that around to one handed unwrap and shelve the inventory keeping on usual pace to keep funds rolling in as a good chunk of your hospital money went to pay off the hospital bill.

At least when the first day of spectacle was over your coworkers had a fair solid footing of the notion of pride for how hard you pushed through the obvious pain and irritation of the injuries. Back to striking it on your own now publicly your grandfather was known have to flown back to his work on your home continent.

In glorious fashion you could only laugh to keep from crying how you had 800k within your palms and then like a crash of thunder it was gone only leaving shiver inducing memory in its wake to have you remember it was once there.

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 Off the backs of bees colors changed to signal the notice of Eddie entering your apartment. Memory of what was coming from his own 18th birthday lured him here earlier than sunrise. Upon which it took the hand on your forehead to not fling yourself towards your windows at the sudden drop of snow out of a cloud fueled plume that appeared suddenly over your head. “Right here,” he hummed feeling through Venom the race of your heartbeat as he watched you wiggle an arm free from your blankets to catch the small rectangular box with just a mint colored button in the middle of it. “Not the most pleasant of wake up calls.”

When his hand eased back the click of a lighter turned your focus to the shark shaped candle atop the muffin that had you smile. “Happy Birthday, Sister,” Venom hissed along to Eddie’s sing of the traditional song ended by the close of your eyes and blow to send your wish out into the universe.

Just like a switch flipped the sudden sound of trees outside had your eyes open and body turn to go to your window where open mouthed Eddie said, “Someone has very good timing. I know you like cottages but this is a bit much.” About the view of cottages in a world right out of a fairy tale with a castle off in the distance atop a large hill.

“I need my shoes.” You sighed and turned to find socks and boots to go with your knee length sweats and baggy long sleeved shirt. The lack of snow was confirmed when you opened the front door of your place to feel the warmth of a spring day that had some kids from your town giggling as they enjoyed the grass and wildflower patches around cobbled pathways that led in various directions.

Largely a board for notices in the middle of had a partly rolled alert for the citizens of this group delusion you both were drawn to unlike others who had yet to find out why the Grimms had done this again to New York. “Grimms lost Kitty, if found bring to the palace.” Deeply you sighed and said, “Okay, where’s the ocean?” you asked yourself partly as you circled to listen for clues and lead the way to go hunt their Kitty down.

Three hours later an exasperated Reed Richards alongside Tony Stark had taken turns to show off their army of cats that had been gathered and was being kept inside a bubble barrier by Susan Storm to the Grimms who sat atop thrones in a line inside the castle.

Dripping wet the pair of you turned heads on the guard escorted pathway to be announced to the rulers of this world who inched up seeing who had come to offer up findings. Out of a nest of seaweed woven like a basket a color changing octopi poked its head soliciting a collective gasp of glee from the Grimms who stood at the sight of their mischievous beloved. “Took a bit of coaxing, but we found Kitty.”

“Kitty Kristofferson Kraken IV,” the tallest said in accepting the basket off your wrapped cast coated arm that the other group stole what view of the injured limb they could as Eddie stepped forward offering a woven nest all his own.

“Kitty got married. Wouldn’t come without Opal here.”

“Our Kitty is ready for a family! We need to expand his tank a third story for the babies!” the rounder of the Grimms claimed the next basket and the third in the production of a glass apple shaped magical orb Eddie scooped you up bridal style in one arm. You reached up to pinch your nose, and his free hand rose to do the same with his.

Sudden and fast everyone was sent back to their lives at the moment of being taken unlocking the time lock bubble that now had clocks jolt forward to catch up the four hours. Ear pops were a necessity after the jolt back for those who forgot or were unable to plug their nose and as Eddie’s legs buckled to the force of the jolt back to your room he kept you steady by sitting down.

“Oh, I have to get ready for work,” you said adjusting to the change in time.

“Breakfast!” Eddie said helping you up, “You shower and I’ll heat up the food and you can have your birthday muffin and drop you at the candle shop!”

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Halfway down the street from the candle shop, post shift, you paused outside an upscale jewelry shop and promptly got to ruining the afternoon of the man working inside. Just sight of your well worn heels, bolero hat, stained double breasted coat frayed on the arms and the four year old periwinkle cashmere long sleeved dress you had on over grey tights paired with your rainbow fox fur purse instantly know you were pretending to have cash.

“You need to leave,” the man said as The Rock, Shawn Michaels and Triple H, who were in town for a wrestling film they alongside other big names had cameo roles and were doing press for, each in here to pick up gifts for their partners to take home with them. “We have rules on our clientele.”

“I was just wanting to ask about moonstone pricing.”

Pointedly he looked down at you to say firmly, “This isn’t some crystal shop, so take you and your tacky dumpster diving wardrobe wearing self head down to the bridges and find a palm reader shop where they can help you. Leave now or I will have the manager escort you off the premises.”

“Fetch him then.” You replied making the trio of men behind you internally smirk at the confidence of the petite figure who, by the stature of the man behind the counter, might have otherwise been intimidated.

A second floor attendant, a woman came from a polishing station to the counter off to your left asking the trio, “Can I help you find something particular?” Triple H stepped forward while the other two men split to browse, the Rock closer to you triggering you to steal a glance up at him. A grin flinched across his face after he stole a look at your restrictive cast that stuck out of your sleeve and changed the shape compared to the other.

“Bad fall?” he asked in a polite tone.

“You could say that. Man got fired and came after his former boss’ son with a ten pound wrench. Almost hit my friend’s baby brother in the head, caught it in my wrist pulling him away, then wrench man grabbed me and threw me into traffic.” You said dropping the jaws of the men who were looking at you fully to hear what you said. “Shattered my wrist, fractured ribs, broke my rings covering my head, why I’m here. Not all bad though, used to breaking things.”

Triumphantly the self righteous man returned with a broader older fellow behind him, who the trio of men and sales woman watched go deer in the headlights a moment seeing who was in his shop. Unlike how the salesman expected the Manager fidgeted with his tie and asked, “Countess Pear, how may I help you today? And I apologize fully for my employee, he’s an ignoramus on occasion.” To the man he looked and said, “Go polish something. I will speak to you later.”

The title had the men pause a moment as well as the woman before you had answered, “Viscountess, but oh doesn’t matter, my rings broke and I was wondering about pricing for moonstones if you would be able to get some, or know where I could get some for a new ring.”

“We have a fine supply in the back I shall go and fetch them for you, if you would have a seat,” he gestured at a table for jewelry planning near the back corner of the store for privacy you shifted to move to. “I shall be right with you.”

“Countess?” Shawn asked lowly with brows raised on your step around him.

“Viscountess, my Grandfather is an Earl in Denmark. No one really cares here.” You said making the guys smirk in your path to the seat, each intrigued at the mysterious person and odd mix of reactions to you. Onto the chair you settled gingerly in a one handed adjustment of your dress skirt and coat.

When he came back a picture on your phone helped to settle the styles of both the former stone and black zirconium band, though now the ring would have a three carat round moonstone that matched the finish. Far from the most expensive piece even on display for a few meager hundred dollars before a fee the man promised to have ready for you as soon as possible as he accepted your card to pay in advance.

Johnny Storm’s voice turned your head as he entered the shop, “Now there’s the birthday girl.”

“Hey, Johnny,” you said making his grin spread as he came up to your side with your injured arm.

“Whatcha buying?”

“Replacing my rings, Eddie found a new resin band for me, like my old one with gold foil and forget me nots but also with some spotted feathers too. They’re going to make my moonstone ring replacement.”

“Sounds like you need some earrings.” He said splitting a wide smile across his face.

“I have earrings.”

“You woke up on your birthday and had to dive to a reef somewhere to go find the Grimms’ octopus, terrible way to kick a new year off, for one, and two, how did you know Kitty was an octopus?” He asked with brows arching up to accent his playful tone further amusing the physical entertainers to this odd show of a shopping trip they walked into.

“Kitty and his predecessors have been on their holiday cards for years now.”

“Right, we thought it was some odd find the cat game or something. Makes so much more sense now. I’m buying you earrings.” Your mouth opened and he started to steam up, “Or so help me, Pluto, I will flame up and throw the tantrum of all tantrums until you cave in and Ben has to drag me out of here and stomp me smoldering.”

“One pair,” you said lifting a finger and he guided you to a display case that had the Manager come to help and ensure you were continually treated well while in his shop.

“One formal, one informal and one dressy casual.” He teased making you look up at him pointedly to catch his wink at you.

“She likes yellow,” he said and guided you to a yellow diamond and sapphire section.

One pair with a rather large teardrop yellow stone linked to a downward angled tear shaped diamond with a small circular one on the chain between the two stones was pointed at for you to bring up to your ear only for you to see the price tag. “She’ll take these,” he said and turned his head, “Ooh, they have diamond owls, like your parents’ rings.”

“These are over $3,000.” You said to him and he nodded to the Manager who helped you line up a mirror to see your reflection better of the stunning earrings you could wear to the big reveal celebration that was planned for Eldfalls in the summer. Those were swapped for the owl set within moments, a nice stud pair with sapphire belly stone to further match the rings and onyx stones for the eyes in circles of tiny diamonds for fluffy adorable birds.

“Ooh, moonstones,” he said for a final addition of four dangling teardrop moonstones on a single chain of alternating white and pale green shades, the white that almost seemed to glow when the light hit them. “Final one. You need nice things for a parties here and there when you graduate and get that cast off. And you can blame Susan, she told me to get you gifts from the group, she’s all couply with Mr stretchums so that makes three.”

“I don’t think they’ll be too pleased knowing how much you spent.”

“I gave you 35 grand for a bike, I think this in relation to my other shopping sprees is fairly tame. Plus, now I can give you a lift home right past that shop with that huge stained glass swan lamp you keep stopping and staring at.”

“I stare at it because they put its neck on the bird’s butt and still put it in the front window.”

“That’s why?” he asked mid laugh and smiled wider, “Then you can help me pick up Reed’s new birthday lamp, which he will adore.” He said making you roll your eyes and accept hold of the bag containing the cases of jewelry inside you would keep with the card from the shop.

And when you were gone the Manager filled in the still upset employee you were the one that the Goblin took hostage from the subway stop you often shared with him as you tried to keep kids from being hurt by the fiend. A story finished only inside his memory of you actually being a masked former fiend yourself he had offered his jacket to after you’d exposed yourself out of armor to those capable of paying attention to familiar faces out of crowds. You saved his life and his granddaughters who were with him, for that he’d have sold and designed anything you wanted.

And having overheard the whole thing, including your address, the trio of wrestlers took it upon themselves to send a bouquet and bath set. Paired with a teddy bear basket of snack goodies to your door as another birthday surprise to help make up for the idiot who claimed that just because he knew you worked in the candle shop down the street and dressed in out of season clothes that you weren’t welcome to shop there.

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While Eddie’s welcome to a new year was pleasant inside your first class to the announcements you had to bring out your box and stand at the front of the class to press the button. Distantly gaining a pained whine from the exasperated and bruised Loki inside his hidden bunker came at the magical poke into his sore ribs again wounded by the crony Thanos sent to dole out another serving of pain to keep him in line and remind him of his goal.

No one, not anywhere in the school, on a day with no absences, no one was your fated partner and the pressure that lingered ever so subtly Harry’s claim that first week meeting him was released. All the same the ordeal was more an embarrassment than an exhilarating joy others felt in theirs. They found such hope in anyone at all being paired with them while mystery and self doubts made the notion of being paired to anyone impossible.

A group dinner was planned for a quiet spacious place. Nothing too extravagant as you had school the following morning.

The day after though in the return of your Nobel medals that had to be the oddest of your presents to go with the reminder of an appointment in the mail from Mr Murdock he had called you to make after being contacted by another hospital who wanted their scanners to not be hummingbirds. They wanted flying squirrels as they were a children’s hospital and they imagined the design to be more amusing to children and they needed over 300 for shockingly to them the same price as they were a bit lower on spare funds to throw at new tech.

A simple talk with you over the phone and they were calmed in your understanding comparing hospitals were a matter of figures, and on top of that you did not want to take more money away from the kids.

Not even a month and the scanners were the talk of the medical world with the initial hospital absurdly boastful on how successful they were proving to be for both patient care and assisting Doctors even when language barriers were prominent in blocking diagnosis. They knew you were working with one hand and would grant you as much time necessary, merely wanted the deal in ink to have purchase price cemented.

 ..

 “These scans are incredible,” Strange said holding your cast coated arm, “Stitches seem to be improving, cuts look healed almost fully,” gently guiding your arm to shift in various angles to do so. “How is your pain?”

“Still good. Feels like I need to pop my middle finger though,” you said. Making him smirk and through the open circles in the cast press into the still slightly swollen arm and finger in various places to test the feel of it before he looked again to the scan on his tablet one of your birds had taken.

“Between the mesh and your compound bones are holding well, almost looks like just a hint of a stress fracture without a break at all, should see more considerable improvement the next week. Surely we won’t know for another month for certain how the mobility is affected, any idea of how your sensations affected or has the swelling hindered that?”

“Aside from the middle finger I would say it’s fairly normal, but I think it’s the swelling, I can wiggle most of my fingers.” And he smirked peering on at the mild wiggle of each finger around the injured one. “Know I’m not supposed to move much,”

“No, this is good.”

“Figure at the worst nine fingers full sensation not bad.” You joked making him chuckle.

“Ten fingers, even if the final one takes a bit longer to progress in physical therapy. Just keep taking good care of yourself. We heard a kids hospital hired you for some scanners, try not to work too hard. Need your rest.”

“I actually have a printer for the bodies,” causing his brow to tick up.

“Ah,” then drew in a breath, “Different story then.”

“Mainly handle the programming only, which is easy one handed. Heard about your award dinner thing. Congratulations.”

“I appreciate the actual work more than the accolades from events like that. Getting you better is the goal, dinner is a couple weeks off, right before your next checkup and that will merely be a way to mark time until we can get another scan for your file. Might even get the cast off early.”

 ...

 “Are you playing poker?” MJ asked as she sat beside you at the morning assembly peering on at the tablet you had found broken on a night run in a dumpster and repaired.

“Yup.” You said making her smirk as you lost a hand on purpose.

“You’re not very good, just lost $200.”

“I’ll win seven hand after next.” You said making her brow arch up.

“You win hands and lose at growing odd intervals going up to nine and then it starts over again until you reach twelve rounds and then you reverse the order.”

“How do you know how to beat an online game?”

“All in the algorithm. Face to face is more complicated, more factors. No tells here it’s all on the computer and human error.”

A bit wider her grin crept as she asked to your notice of Gwen and the other Color Guard team members who sat a few rows ahead of you with stolen glances your way in doing so, “This your college fund?”

“Amongst other things. This I can do to increase my income without picking up a fifth job. Military wants to wait till March for the next Blackhowls. A kindness of theirs to not make me work in the cold hangar I assume.”

“Do you think I could get a weekend shift at the bookshop you work at?” you asked looking her way. “Got fired from the flower shop.”

“Mrs Agatha?” you asked and she nodded. “Someone needs to stop that woman. I respect the power she’s gained in her sixties but she can’t go expecting to ruin every employment record of every teen in town forever. Manager is always up to spare hands. He’s a bit loud though, tends to scare off other girls, but he’s harmless. Then again I mainly spend my summers with a squishy cannibal so I have a fair comparison of those who can do some damage.”

Softly she chuckled and replied, “Dad’s half Latin, no problem with loud.”

“I’ll talk to him and bring an application tomorrow. She tends to steer clear of the place so if you like it you’ll have a chance to stick around.”

“Good, figure I keep saving up and I could have enough for a scooter at least by the time I graduate.”

“Well if you’re up for a financial tip,” you said and she nodded, “Have a savings account for half of every check. Even if you have two savings, pretend one has a dragon in it and don’t touch it. Just in case,” you said making her grin.

“Thank you, Abuela just keeps saying stuff it in my mattress.”

“Mattresses burn,” you said making her chuckle, “Quite rapidly, no time to grab the money at all, not to mention how that would ruin a spine. Now if you’re into pottery you could seal it inside a vase or something, then you just shove those in a pillow sack and run for it if there’s a fire. But then that’s clutter and can be quite heavy, not to mention no interest at all.”

Your voice faded off and she said, “Where are you when I need a good argument over Sunday dinners?”

“Well chaos follows me. Tend to over think and have twelve backup plans minimum and fifteen possible poor outcomes accounted for prior to deciding if possible.”

“I think I’d be too paranoid doing that.”

“Well, past four years, I got a golden ticket and then got abducted. Titans attack I find a hole to dislocate my hip in the evacuations and I was on bed rest after that. That Thane guy snatched me through the window of a bus. I fell asleep on the subway platform and got snatched by Harry’s dad who was plotting to murder hundreds of people, possibly thousands to get his hands on my property. Not to mention the boxer who swung a book at my head on the street. Now wrench man. I mean, if I wasn’t a bit paranoid, then I would be the worst case of denial ever recorded possibly in the history of humanity. Right up there with the people who accepted the Trojan Horse through the gates.” You said making her cover her mouth to stifle her chuckles.

“You have arguably, the best, and worst luck in the world.” She said with a smile as you won another hand for a few hundred.

“Proof someone somewhere has a sense of humor concerning my fate.” You said making her chuckle again causing Gwen to fake fixing her sweater to steal a glance back at you both.

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300, in groups of ten you counted off the hovering flying squirrels and fixed them into a series of carriers that were loaded into the bus for another series of installations at the children’s hospital.

Instruction was easy of the systems once Eddie had helped you install the nests on each floor and curious children peered up at the new additions to their care, which like the first time began to show some unseen issues that could be seen to right away.

And as the end of January came about the accomplishment of receiving a second $800k check to put into the bank was crushed a bit as you found yourself knocking on Dr Strange’s private room inside his own hospital. Horrifically injured with both hands littered with metal rods and braces rested atop two dangling trays to keep them still.

“I don’t need anything, go do something useful!” was shouted from the bruised man whose eyes flinched wider when he looked at the door.

“Hey, doing well I see.” You said easing in to let yourself in the room that Christine slipped in behind you and shut the door.

“You actually called her?” he asked Christine who let out a huff.

“You threatened to throw yourself off the bed,” she replied flatly.

“What logic is that? Why would I throw myself off the bed and damage myself more?” he said making you giggle softly and brush the loose half of your hair out of your face after settling your rainbow fox fur purse on the bed at the foot of his bed. Ever so slightly you had to adjust your bag and sweater that hung over your torn jeans that exposed bright colored tights. His eyes swept over you, “You don’t have to do this.”

Christine muttered, “Geez you are annoying. It’s the most impactful medicine we’ve seen for trauma injuries. Half a day you said you’d do anything, then the threats started and now you pretend as if you’ve been a kitten this entire time.”

“Either way, can’t make you promises, but it should at least get you out of here sooner.” You said and he wet his lips.

“How do you administer it?”

“Open cut is the best.”

“So IV is out?” she asked.

“No, you don’t put it in the bloodstream would only obstruct blood flow and cause the vein to tear.”

“He has a cut on his side, here, get you some gloves. Or, a glove.” She said and added her own carrying one back from a mounted box on the wall to help you fold the blankets back and open the front of his gown to expose the cuts and drain taped and bandaged across the exposed portion of his torso.

“Okay,” you said holding the syringe that was unwrapped from a germ sleeve as they both watched you palmate your fingers around the now uncovered gash. “Triple checking, you aren’t allergic to bee products?”

“No. Will it hurt?”

He asked and you looked up at his face, “Yup. Dull throb and if you know the feeling of nearly passing out should prickle throughout your body as it engages the healing response of your body. I’ll go a notch at a time, usually adrenaline of the accident tends to distract from the pressure. Probably best to add to this one and then the rest in those two.”

Deeply he drew in a breath saying, “I’m ready when you are.” He was willing to take a risk to heal faster and listened to Christine share on your latest scan to help distract him from the sensation of it spreading throughout his body when the syringe was put away and he was covered up again.

“Oh this is weird,” he said.

“Best to go three hour intervals checks and scans for the gashes, head and hands. Four hours in the drain shouldn’t be necessary and would be best to be removed, but that’s more for comfort as risk of germs is minimal with these clean rooms.”

“And my nerves?”

“Compound works open wounds first, then goes deeper. By the time you get this hardware out it might seem a bit hopeless but nerve damage will be faster to improve once the rest is gone.”

“And if I need a second dose?” he asked with worry in his eyes.

“You have my number, but that will come after-,”

He nodded saying, “After the trauma damage heals.”

“Let’s get that brain or yours back to 100 first, hmm?” you said patting his arm. Causing him to draw in a calming breath to deal with all of this that kept slamming into him over and over again with regret of having been the one to take his eyes off the road for a second and now his career was ruined. However by the time you left a bit later he felt he had someone who understood his place in this situation and the both of you could help one another repair what was almost taken from the world if your hands were ruined forever.

 .

 “Go away,” simple enough to understand the group of men who were clearly inebriated circled you on your walk home from the hospital. All fighters from a pro circuit in town for a tournament who recognized you as knocking one of the best out cold. Yet a caught fist and a warning shove with your foot away one man who wanted to fight had three of the five balling up their fists. Up off one foot your other rose to tangle around the leg of one of the men to tug his body into yours as you spun around to have him be punched by another. Your body weight, or rather the weight of your hidden weapons, clothes, boots and bag on top of your body weight caused that same man to drop when it let him loose enabling you to just dip out of the way and keep on walking.

The two groaning men were hunched forward to the sound of a furious, “Get back here!” And the hand that took hold of your shoulder had you reach back to grab the arm attached and drop to fling the body over your back to land flat on the pavement.

“Don’t touch me.” You said releasing the arm to keep walking.

Heavy boot falls came to a stop behind you from a body who stopped the angered two and the rest of the group who had shouted, “Get back here, little bitch!”

“You best be calling me a little bitch or I’ll break a bone for every syllable in that sentence you overgrown walking talking clumps of sewer scum. You calling me a little bitch?” A stern much deeper voice exclaimed without pause or shame.

Luke Cage, name enough to scare them away the man turned when they had gathered the man of the ground Luke kicked up onto his feet and shoved their way to run off, turned back to you. There up at him you had waited to see what he wanted to say and found him give you a kind grin. “Not bad for one arm,” he said then promptly added, “Wanted to talk to you about what you did for Mr Bradley and Miss Jubilee.”

“My first Christmas Eve here he protected me from those Nazi clones. I lost my home once, he built his life back up, doesn’t deserve to lose it. Neither does Miss Jubilee.”

“Still, most people wouldn’t bat an eye, two black heroes out on the streets.” He said with a sentimental growl to his tone.

“You know, when I was little all I wanted was to make the whole world smile. Even just once.” You shrugged and said, “I suppose you have to work your way up to the whole world, but he’s part of mine, and I think I’m wearing Miss Jubilee down.” You said jokingly making him chuckle and nod his head in a turn to walk with you.

“Known her my whole life and she still throws wooden spoons at me.” He teased back, “You find that secret you share.” Walking with you to the subway stop you needed and split up at so he could head back himself.

Halfway to your home however midway through a park you just stopped to the wonder of Iron Man who was pitifully hiding atop a bridge behind some large trees lifted up to get a fuller look of what you might have stopped for. One handed you opened your purse and brought out a blood stained pack of cards and closed the bag again. Since the delivery of the letter he had been checking on you and even following you home on occasion when he was in town. Towards the bridge you turned chucking the deck his way for a glimpse of a ruby red hand to catch the deck.

Open mouthed when his gloves folded back he opened the worn box to bring out the copperish stained cards. The two of hearts on top didn’t seem any important, though when he turned the deck over a breath caught in his throat and right away he recognized his father’s handwriting.

Pocketing the cards he let his suit cover him fully to soar over the park and land by you folding back his mask as he did. “Why’d my dad give you this? What’d you talk about? What happened back then and how did you-,” his voice cracked as he said, “What did my dad say to you? He was a terrible alcoholic all his life, whatever he said to you, you didn’t deserve it. To think you had to give us any credit, me, any credit in your speeches, whatever he said to you it isn’t true.”

“Your dad didn’t give me the cards, he gave me the pack of ammo Chickadee left him with the cards were inside. He just put that in my bag in case I vanished on him. If anything Peggy’s grudge against Chickadee had her more confrontational than Howard could have dreamed of being.” He nodded with painfully pleading eyes for you to continue. “Conversational was more the gist of topics. Kept it simple to what was happening. He was a bit disappointed, that I was me and not her, but was relatively, I would say playful in his tolerance of my company. I’m a hell of a shot and rather useful when I aim to be. Not a terrible choice. I said what I did in my speech because I hate speeches and obviously you were involved. Mostly had to wing it on stage. I wasn’t kidding about the flying car though, seen the recordings of the demo at his expo. He made a promise he didn’t keep.”

“There’s no regulating flying cars, we have terrible traffic on the ground, same as accidents, can’t trust people to be up in the air.”

“Reed’s got a flying car,” you said and he scoffed.

“That’s a jet, difference.”

“Fine, Howard Stark’s biggest promise unfulfilled.” You joked and he rolled his eyes.

“I am terrible with names,” Stark blurred out turning your focus from your glance towards the street hearing a horn, “And dates, but that’s beside the point. No one ever apologized for how Obediah treated you.”

“That-,” you said but were cut off.

“It was wrong,” he said looking at the ground, determined to get this out without tearing up or sending himself into a panic attack getting lost in the emotions of the time frame he was about to refer to. “He was agist and sexist, and a bunch of other -ists. He should have heard you out, no matter the terms of the contest. It was wrong. He had taken what I created for so long, a kid who was brilliant and he would have rather chosen an inferior design over granting you a chance that hands down should have been yours.”

He looked at you to add, “I still, to this day, cannot touch those kinetic engine schematics. You said I could catch up to the code overhaul on Goliath and I can’t even figure out what language you created to make it do that.” For a moment that hung in the air and he said, “And you gave Rhodey the code that saved me.” Sharply you drew in a breath in the clear fight of tears in his eyes, “I was in that desert for two hours because had I waited two more hours, that cave was next on the military’s list. I would have been wandering for days. You saved me.”

“I told Stane it would take more than a desert to best a Stark.”

“Almost did.” He replied softly uncertain of what to say next to fully express what he’d been trying to compile for so long to tell you. “And you saved Happy, without those shots he’d have bled out,” a bit more like a growl he asked, “Why’d you go to talk to Osborn? You dropped the letter for me, why?”

“People when they get involved in my life tend to want something. I still don’t know if Harry was being genuine in his offer of friendship with me or if it was a plot. I know when people lie to me. You really, out of everyone who could have been picked for your airline-.” He cut you off.

“No one makes an environmentally harmless aircraft. My family legacy is blowing up the planet. I don’t want that anymore. Why? Are, you happy with it? Would you have picked differently?”

“Well, the interior,”

“Terribly cliché,” he said cutting you off. “Atrocious, I believe was close to what Rodey said you said?” he said in a joking tone making you smirk.

“Tacky, is probably closer to what I said.”

“I’ve seen the Scadanavian line you made. Just finished off the final three builds, last two are sold off and next fleet, make some sketches. First round got the usual customers off my back, now we can market the top of the line package.”

“Why’d you want to give me half the profits? Nobody-,”

“Nobody bats an eye at an inner city kid who works four jobs and with twenty seven dollars in her pocket goes to donate seven to another kid’s laptop fund and uses the rest to feed herself till payday. You got four jobs, two schools, building a boat and sail that’s the talk of museums worldwide on top of being eaten by a space cat that hurls you back and forth in time. I am exhausted just thinking about it and you still are almost electrocuted to death while building planes for the military who almost refused to pay you at all. You turned the aviation world upside down at 14 on pocket change. I want some serious competition and you need deep pockets for that.” You smirked and glanced away and he asked, “What did I say?”

“When your dad asked if he had an heir he said he wanted you to have competition or it would have you go complacent.”

“Exactly!” he said pointing at you, “Hammer was useless, Reed has his head in space, Banner is still going all yoga on us, you hacked Goliath in two minutes! On your phone, whole code, everything!”

“You know the most annoying thing I kept hearing in school?” He shook his head mid shrug and you said, “That of my parents hadn’t vanished I would have been the next Tony Stark.”

“You are better.” He cut in without hesitation.

“Damn right,” you said reflexively splitting a wide smile across his face.

And he nodded repeating, “Damn right.” After a moment he said, “We’re gonna find your parents, Pluto. One day, we will.”

And with your eyes on his instantly his brows furrowed at the unknown expression that washed over your eyes that had him instantly want to cry you answered, “I was there that night and watched my father kill the first eight people who broke into our home with his bare hands.” That had his lips part, “He was larger than Thor, taller and broader, you really think for the eight years they had me in Russia, in any universe he was alive in anyone could keep a man that stubborn from finding me. Name anywhere he would let me live alone.”

“The first eight?” He whispered back.

“My father told me not even King Ragnar himself would keep him from me. Odin’s Ravens helped to name me Lagertha after the strongest shield maiden and mightiest Queen in our people’s history. They had me for eight years but they had no notion of the blood they dared to spill that night. And not even Odin himself can protect them from him when he finds them in the afterlife.”

“Lagertha, tell me something about her, Thor seems obsessed with finding her. Apparently she’s reborn and roaming around the planet somewhere. I know she was married to that Ragnar guy, had some important kids with him.”

That had you grin at him. “He was her first husband, when they divorced she married again to another King, and one day when she felt she no longer wanted to be his Queen she killed him,” you said making his brow arch up, “And became his people’s King.”

“Girl power. I like it.” Making you giggle to yourself. “Good name, Greek God of the Underworld and top Viking King out there. Can’t touch a name like that.” He paused and asked, “Odin’s ravens? How’d that work, them naming you?” Making you smile and begin to share the story on how your name was chosen.

“Good story, better than mine. Anthony, dad picked it because it sounded Italian, still even in the eighties didn’t want anyone to know we were Jewish.”

To his sunken expression you replied, “Well coming from a Pagan,” you said making him smirk your way, “Not a bad deal in the end. Could have drawn worse out of the hat. Harry Osborn thought my parents named me after Mickey Mouse’s dog when we first met,” you said making him chuckle to himself.

“Boy needs help.”

“A lot of help won’t have a fair stand at graduation at all if I hadn’t have tutored him.”

“I’m sorry, and thank you,” he said making you look at him in his glance forward then back to you again, “Didn’t actually say it before.” Making you grin and nod as he drew in a breath then changed the subject.

“You want a tip on the code?” he nodded and off a hologram his suit projected off his chest you took his side and said, “You’re reading it backwards. Aircraft are alive, they have been flying for decades, know what they are made of and how to fly, just need someone at the wheel.” You explained a simple line of code for his open mouthed self. “You don’t tell someone the process of how to catch a ball you throw at them, anatomically to depth perception and reflexology.”

“You tell them catch. So, it’s, sentient?”

“In a way. It can’t go fly to Paris and back on a whim, but we build them to work with interchanging parts that with physics work quite well on their own, like more complicated clocks. When you take out the clogging code it flies smoother. Don’t have to remind it what a light bulb is to know when a switch is flipped to turn it on and proceed to the next step. Just list the steps and reference them later. But every ship has its own intelligence level so it takes some trial and error to know how to lay out the code.”

“How did you think of that?” he asked in a whisper.

“Every night eight years chained to my bed, plenty of time to ponder the great questions of life.”

Lifting the cards again he asked, “Is this your blood?”

“No, clone blood. I have scans if you want to keep those.”

He nodded and at an alarm from his suit he said, “Walk safe, let you know about the check from the new fleet.” And off into the distance he soared freeing you to turn back the way you were headed. At least until a hand grabbed your arm and pulled you inside a shielded ship.

“You!” you said making Peter Quill gawk back at you.

“ME?!” he shouted, “You know me?!” his eyes followed the arm you had resting across your middle, “Is that a cast? I wouldn’t have grabbed you like that if I’d known.”

“Why’d you grab me at all?”

“That Iron Man guy was scoping out my ship, he talked to you about if you’d seen my ship?”

“No, it’s sort of complicated. Wanted to talk to me about an encounter with some Nazis I had recently.”

“No, no, there aren’t any Nazis, they were dead by the time I was snatched.”

“Not, exactly.” You said and sighed shifting your gaze to the mohawk donning blue man who stepped out of the cockpit.

Him asking as he got closer, “Any clue on if metal boy is staying gone or not? We just wanted some new tunes for my boy little Missy.”

“We were talking about Nazis,” Peter said looking at you intently, “You said Nazis.”

“Do you know what a flerken is?”

“Ya,” they both said and you nodded, “Well I got eaten by one, and it sent me back to ’63 and other flerkens got captured by another dimension and pulled some Hitler clones from some hidden sect who want to release them every so often, or something like that. They got killed in this one, but, ya. I ran into Iron Man’s dad back then and he had questions, plus we sort of overlap paths in this city. Why didn’t you just go to Texas or Oregon or Wyoming where Stark doesn’t travel much instead of one of his stomping grounds?”

“All the best grunge and glamour rock bands come to New York.” Peter said and you simply blinked up at him.

“Unless you went to a concert you can buy music anywhere on the planet. The whole planet. We connect cultures through the internet.”

“I know that,” he said defensively.

Looking at the blue man you asked, “Hi, Pluto, and you are?”

“Yondu,” he said with a grin. “Helped my boy Peter here get this shielded ship for this trip.” Offering you a hand you stepped aside of Peter to fit yours in his. The scars on your palms had him curiously shift his hand to look at your hand to ask, “This how human hands look nowadays? Peter’s got squiggly lines all over his, feet too.”

“Lost my parents in a fire,” you said making his grin dim. “Burned my hand prints off, footprints too but my feet don’t have the same scars. Is this planet fun, to visit? I can’t imagine we’re very high tech. Maybe like visiting the Old West to know how people survived in an older time, or is it more like visiting a zoo, let’s go gawk at some humans today?”

Yondu laughed saying, “Mainly spectacle for me, for my boy he wanted to check up on the music scene. Which can’t say for tech, but music is certainly top notch attention compared to other races we’ve encountered humans got that going for you.”

Peter said, “You never said how you knew me.”

“I know Misique and Venom.”

“Oh,” he said. “They doing okay?”

“Ya.”

Yondu asked, “What happened to your arm?”

“Man with a wrench almost hit my friend’s baby brother in the face.”

“Ah,” Peter said and nodded his head, “Well we’re not kidnapping you, you, can go now.”

“Okay,” you said and turned for the door hatch he opened again to let you out. “So weird,” you waited to mutter after hearing from the plants around you that the ship had lifted off to leave the planet.

Pt 50

[staarri]

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL   –  guitarist ! childe x fan ! reader

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⁺  ▸ SYNOPSIS : sunny days give you warmth, energy and a guitarist named childe (that you are coincidentally a big fan of.)

 –  being one of his supporters since he had just first started, childe slowly started growing fond of seeing you on his post notifications. be it on twitter, youtube or tiktok; he's seen you praise his work every single time. call it fate if you want to, but you two accidentally meet each other in a bookshop you're always visiting, in the same aisle that you love, and he's holding the same book you want.

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[sortanonymous]

Set this to clown music... and I mean this man in general. (aka Toxic Pea is the worst Kirby YouTuber)

TW: Discussion involving a bigot, primarily around transphobia (and I mean as soon as the first picture), not to mention many other grim topics.

Look, as big a guilty pleasure as hearing of internet squabbling can be, I never wanted to be the one to actually discuss it myself. But I feel like I just needed to get this one out of my system sooner than later.

So in case you didn't know, Toxic Pea is a Kirby YouTuber who uploads tons of memes and lyrical covers of Kirby songs (never liked the idea of those videos btw). He was quite popular until it was revealed in January of this year that he had said the N-word multiple times on Discord even as he was told that it was a horrible thing to say, not to mention tons of other signs of him being a bigot with, at best, practically no respect for LGBTQ+ people, like for example prefacing videos alluding to gay ships by saying that he hates "gender ideology". Also he keeps making weirdly risque and gross jokes over Elfilin, which combined with his other actions somehow does the impossible in making me hate Elfilin even more. The list goes on, but believe me when I say I am far from the first person aware of this nor the one most affected by it, even if the big well-done thread that outed him has since vanished. I admit that I never really saw all of that coming, but honestly I briefly had bad vibes about him way back last spring when, in the wake of the tragedy in Uvadale, he made a YouTube community post basically saying that atheism was far more responsible for mass shootings than mental health or gun laws, and even when someone made a well-thought out reply with a strong counterpoint who happened to say that they were atheist, he opened his reply to that by basically going, "But God is real lol", and even if I believe he wasn't that rude throughout the response (it's an old post so it's either lost or extremely hard to access now), that frankly strikes me as a really douchey thing to say in a discussion like that. (I'm aware that he lives in Spain, assuming that counts for anything at all.)

When that happened and a ton of Kirby YouTubers understandably shunned him, he put out a classic crappy apology and from there has just spent the year as the most deplorable clown on the Kirby side of YouTube. He made jokes in videos about saying the N-word again, sponsered a trend called "Reclaim June" (take a wild guess how they feel about gay people) and questioned why anyone would be proud of being gay or trans, whined about his downfall and his peers disowning him through the classic "I'vE bEeN cAnCeLlEd!!!" talk, became Fortnite buddies with Mirth and defended her with some insufferable "JeSuS fOrGiVeS hEr FoR cReEpInG oN kIdS!!!" bs, and a month ago, after getting torched for using an old meme involving someone who distanced themself from him without their permission, went on a truly baffling, borderline drunk-sounding ramble of a Community Post that included claiming that all of his moments of xenophobia were faked, trying to indoctrinate people into Catholicism (he's that kind of guy as far as using his religion to excuse being such a turd), and randomly saying at the end that he was making a Kirby movie (he's like the fakest Kirby fan ever off his bigotry alone but whatever). (I should mention that he has said multiple times that he is bisexual, and it seems genuine to me. He's even hinted at taking shame in it over his religion and stuff. It's absolutely no excuse for his actions, but I feel like clearing that up as he seems to have some internalized homophobia or something. I've unfortunately heard of gay people being transphobes, and I have indeed heard more recently of bi people being homophobic, so I feel like I should clear that up, especially considering my own misconceptions earlier.)

That leads us to today when he reacted to people's distaste for him by first acting as if him being Asian had anything to do with it and acting like he's being crucified for nothing. He then claims he loves trans people like any Christian neighbor would before immediately breaking out into a diatribe about how much he pities trans people and how they are inherently sinful for "mutilating the body that God gave them for his/her ego" and that he's just as bad as them? Like he occasionally complains about people viewing Christians as inherently hateful people, but frankly he's doing nothing to help that image for the many good Christians who I can't help but feel bad for, the ones who practice their faith while not being hateful crapheads over it. Not to mention that he still has several people sticking up for him and occasionally even indulging in more explicit hate that makes him look that much more like an enabler. (There's admittedly not much that's too hateful, but there's a rare not-moved commenter under that post trying to counter his crap about transitioning being a sin through some half-decent house metaphor, and it turned into a long thread that included one dipcrap throwing out the T-slur, just to show how uncomfortable they could be.)

So yeah, Toxic Pea, true to his name, is a toxic pea-brain who sucks. Don't interact with him. I admittedly have some bile fascination in seeing how this mess evolves (if that's a bad thing, then let me know), but it's really unfortunate and honestly baffling how a franchise like Kirby can have such ignorant, hateful "fans". (Like it's not quite as oxymoronic as the concept of a homophobic Steven Universe fan, but it's up there.) So again, don't listen to this twat, and if this is news to you and you liked him, then I'm sorry I had to be the bearer of bad news for you.

(Edit: I don't know if this is too late too matter, but I'd like to apologize about my frankly close-minded response to his bisexuality, because it does seem genuine and that he's even so in on his belief of homosexuality being a sin that he feels ashamed about it, which may well be internalized homophobia. It's not at all an excuse or a justification for his actions, but I felt bad for being so close-minded about that aspect of him.)

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

I Hate Michael Farris’s Anti-LGBTQ+ Group & Pastor Worley

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I Deeply Hate Michael Farris And His "Alliance Defending Freedom" if it is true that group is just a Anti-LGBTQ+, then I have a right to hate that group and the man who made that group.

I hate Pastor Worley and he is likely will go to Hell, also there is other ways to reproduce, like having a surrogate for one, one who isn't a dirty shameless toxic-religious jerk.....plus there is adoption as well, couples can do either one or both. 

also someone could be Heteroromantic & be Ace and have two Dads who are supportive of their son or daughter being Heteroace. I found out about some super idiot Pastor Worley on Youtube, it's bad enough there is some hyper-h*rny jerks who have a problem with Aces...

also I know there are some Christians who aren’t Toxic-Christian,

but that Pastor is a Toxic-Christian, and he does know that there are some humans in this world who are bi, pan and omni, right...?

even if that video was from a few years ago, that Pastor is still a Toxic-Christian and the woman who defended him is a Toxic-Christian too...

even if I use to go by Christian, and I can still believe in God...

but I view myself as Neo-Spiritual, and I believe in a Goddess now as well.

also as weird as it sounds, I kind of view myself as a Rebel Earth Angel,

but not the same type as those Eon-Boomers...

what I want to Rebel for, is restoring the full balance between the Masculine and Feminine Energies, and the Toxic-Masculine is a bit higher than the Toxic-Feminine, but both still need to be fixed.

and yes I’m calling Lucifer a Eon-Boomer, even his Ficto-Counterparts are Eon-Boomers.

Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel, he is a Eon-Boomer...

Lucifer from the Lucifer Tv Series, he is a Eon-Boomer...

and if that Good Place Tv Series has a Lucifer in it, then he too, is a Eon-Boomer.

heck, I would even call Cain a Eon-Boomer....or would it be Eon-Xennials, while Adam, Eve and Lilith are Eon-Generation X...?

then again, let’s just go with “Eon-Boomers”....

even if Adam may or may not be Cain’s Bio-Dad, he was still his Dad and should of did better to make sure he didn’t succumb to the darkness in his heart.

plus who Cain’s Bio-Dad is suppose to be, can seem really confusing...

like is it Lucifer or Satan, or like Samael...?  

do we need to Jerry Springer this situation...

like can you picture them sitting on some chairs with Eve, and a audience doing that “Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!” chant...?

well no matter which one of those guys are Cain’s Bio-Dad, they ain’t the boss of me....even if I am Cain’s descendant, as well as Seth’s descendant...

would that still make those two like both my Grandpas and Grunkles...?

also even if I know it might not be possible, I wouldn’t mind if it turn out I was a descendant of Mary Magdalene, but I would prefer it if Jesus was just a distant cousin....I have my reasons...

yeah, I know Jesus is technically a distant cousin, because we are both descendants of King David....which once again, King David wasn’t 100% a good dad, because of the whole Tamar situation.

and being a descendant of King Solomon is still a blessing to me, not a curse.

it’s all a night party, and the jokes on those still view that whole being a descendant of Solomon and his son Rehoboam as a curse.

and the perfect song to play to that, is the song “The Jokes On You” by Niki Watkins.

also if certain info I had found before turn out to be true....

it would still make me wish I could grab both Jesus and The Antichrist by their ears.....and if Heavenly Father & Earthly Mother allowed it, I would do it...

I mean I had the thought of wanting to punch Mammon in the groin, and that was my first time thinking about doing that to a guy....and I have good reasons to want to punch Mammon in the groin...

also yeah I have bitter feelings to Satan, you know the real one, not the one from some Ficto-Universes...

and like I pointed out before, in one of my past lives, I was used in a ritual, in attic, and I am still not sure if it is the same George, because when I did try to look up some info about a attic and a man named George, who was suppose to be one of my past life self’s Dad, I ended up finding something that has to do with a Ghost named George who I guess lived in a Lady’s Attic and who had choked a guy...

but the chances of them being the same George is very small, plus it could turn out that there were two different Georges in two different attics...

I think that some past life memories wont be a full picture for some, and some can have bad luck way too many times possibly, because in most of their past lives they never reached to 13 years old...which I believe might of happen in most of my past lives, and you be lucky to make it to that age in your current life, and no one should die so young to the point when they become 3 or 4 years old, they get memory triggered and think if they wear a dress they will die like they did in one of their past lives when they were in a hospital and possibly waiting for their baby sibling to be born....I mean if a little kid dies a bit too young and gets reborn, they are possibly going to get the wrong impression and think they will end up the same way like in one of their past lives....

which I think might be the reason why I didn’t want to wear dresses when I was really little, I think it had to do with a past life memory being triggered...    

and yeah a part of me hopes some Satanist have some sense not to cross the line, and do those disgusting Satanic Rituals...

Satanist who do that stuff in real life, I call them Toxic-Satanist and they are on the Toxic-Religious list...Toxic-Christians are also on that list...

as well as the one who made me cry and made me feel really bad, who kept misusing the words “may god have mercy on you.” or “may the lord have mercy on you...” I know it was one of those two, but yeah even when I did try to point out that all they were doing was hurting me and making me cry, that Toxic-Religious person was being too stubborn, and might of thought they were “helping” but really, they were doing more harm than good, and well I had to block them over at where it all happen...

and now I can only hope I never run into them here or some other places I go to.

plus I had figured out the way they were using those words, were being misused.....so yeah, even if I told them that, they would likely not listen.

I know that some people in this world can be very passionate when it comes to their beliefs, like in religion for one...

but it might be really important to not go into a Toxic-Religious Zone, because if one does that, they might end up hurting someone’s feelings really badly.

also if that Michael Farris guy does have a problem with Aces, then he just became even more my enemy.

I think it might be while before I flux, and even if I do find myself being sexually attracted to some humans, I still find some of them not being date worthy...

but I rather not try to date, I know I had bad luck before when it came to some online boyfriends, and I rather just stick to husbandos...

plus my whole Aroaceflux and Semi-Virgintiphobia is a separate thing.

and I believe that my panic attack a few years ago, that I had in the car, around 2015, might of had to do with Virgintiphobia.

I don’t like being by myself outside far from home...

I know that I was hyperventilating during that time and I did end up hitting my head on the ceiling of the car as well...

anyway once again, my being Aroaceflux as well as Fictoromantic, is separate from that....

I rather not be touched by Toxic Hyper-H*rny Shisno, I mean they make Tucker from Red Vs Blue seem like a Saint in comparison.

yeah he is a perv, but he kind of funny and cute, and he has that whole cute idiot himbo thing going for him...

and yeah it took me re-watching a episode where he thought he went back in time, to figure out that he is a cute idiot...

so you got your dangerous pervs, and you got your safe pervs.

cause a safe perv wouldn’t cause a possible alternative version of the Apocalypses in another timeline, when he touched someone he shouldn’t of touched.....don’t ask, all I’m gonna say that it could possibly be true, but that timeline was prevented...plus it’s okay that everyone believes about that...

anyway I really am not a fan of that Michael Farris guy or his group...

and I just found out about that Pastor Worley, even if that video was uploaded a few years ago, and I am still not a fan of that man either or the woman who defended him.

and yeah even if some other Earth Angels might not agree with me on this, but I would probably give those two men the double bird, you know flipping the bird at them.....even if before I might of never done that, but some things that can happen to a person, can make them bittersweet....ya know having bittersweet moments.

plus I’m not like the other Earth Angels, I am like the Amethyst and Off-Color of the whole Earth Angels, and I don’t think I mind being a Defective Earth Angel.

I don’t think I would be me, if I weren’t.

I think later, I will watch some Steven Universe, Transformers, RWBY and Red Vs Blue and some other shows and movies.

anyway, it might be possible that if Pastor Worley and Michael Farris are the Toxic Types that take their hate and dislike a bit too far, it is likely possible they will get karma, and who knows, maybe that Pastor Worley already got his karma.....I mean, it is possible. and both he and Michael Farris, can Frag Off...

even though one of the tags is “f*ck off” but I’m using the Cybertronian version of it, so yeah....they can Frag Off...        

[geeshiewiley]

to sound like a boomer for a second i really hate the culture we have of taking mass pictures/videos while socializing. i literally cant go anywhere with my friends where one of them isnt attempting to capture it while we are literally living it. you go to a restaurant and turn around to see your friend getting a pan video of you all talking at the table, you’ll go to a party and theres a phone in your face as soon as you start enthusiastically singing the words to a song. for years ive woken up the next day after hanging out to pictures in the groupchat of me sitting hunched over on the bus on the way there.

being able to take countless pictures whenever we want i think has made us forget that pictures are precious. they just dont feel like theyre being taken with love and care anymore. they all feel like theyre to prove something or that theyre jokes or even just thoughtless and its those very same pictures of you that you’ll end up seeing for the first time when someone posts them on instagram without your permission. and it really just drives me crazy especially because if you ever try to refuse having your picture taken people will make you feel like so bad for it like “youre going to want these pictures when youre older you’ll regret it etc etc” it just feels like you dont get to have a say in your own autonomy almost. i just want to go somewhere with my friends sometimes and not have to worry about my picture being taken at any given moment. and on top of that it makes me feel like my intimate moments with my friends arent actually about being there together but are like content ready to be consumed the next morning on their instagram story

[cursedsunoo]

Ateez reaction when they catch their s/o screaming/fangirling over them because 4/8 of these boys are attacking me

% . . . ateez' reaction to their s/o fawning over them

#warnings — n/a

#pronouns — they/them

% . . . seonghwa

i mean he fawns over you every minute of every day so it just becomes a cycle of glancing at the other with heart eyes when the other looks away — it's a truly disgusting sight to anyone else, but to seonghwa, it's all he's ever wanted (someone to love him as much as he loves them)

% . . . hongjoong

he'd get pretty shy at the attention you're giving the fancam of him, yet at time same time he'd let it go straight to his head — he gets such a big ego boost when you start praising him and or continuously squeal over him (please humble him every so often)

% . . . yunho

he teases through the flush on his cheeks and the way his heart rate picks up — he's one of the calmest (in terms of handling situations) members of ateez, but the minute his partner shows any sort of attention to a video of him on your phone of the tv, he gets unbearably flustered

% . . . yeosang

incredibly flattered and equally embarrassed — yeosang seems like the type that just hates certain attention, specifically about how he is on stage (however, pay him attention while he's on stage and he'll go full-on hoe mode) so when you compliment him because of the fancam you saw, expect a flustered yeosang hiding his face from you

% . . . san

san's ego had been boosted to the max — if you thought that he was confident with himself before, expect san to become ten times worse (i'm talking constant teasing about the effects he had on you, showing you other videos or pictures, and even extending that to entertaining more on stage... just for you!)

% . . . mingi

while on one hand, he wants to die of being so flustered due to the words and praise coming from your mouth, he also wants to bask in it — mingi loves the feeling of all of your attention on him, and he loves being babied in a way

% . . . wooyoung

doesn't matter if you're an idol or not, if you hype wooyoung up, he's hyping you up — after you freakout over how cute he looked in the recent video, wooyoung is gushing about how adorable your recent Instagram post was (wooyoung loves to give affection after receiving affection)

% . . . jongho

he acts like he hates absolutely everything (the praise, your affection, and the attention) but he actually finds it super comforting — having you be a backbone of some sort, jongho finds himself feeling loved beyond belief and good about himself (he's still embarrassed about it though)

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