#I'm sorry if that's not what you expected of my blog

[monisahyo]

Hiiii👋🏽

Idk if this is a good idea or not but I’m all about Natasha getting the love and life she deserves so could you write a fic about her and reader retiring from the Avengers and getting an apartment/house together. It’d be so cute to see Nat and Reader being domestic with each other and stuff.

Also, congratulations on starting your blog! I can’t wait to read your stories and stuff☺️

Summary: after your retirement, you just want to spend some time with your lovely girlfriend natasha.

Warnings: intended lowercase, fluff (a little bit if you squint your eyes)

A/N: omg thank you so much for this request. i hope i could somehow write what you had in your mind. also i'm sorry if this is a little bit short or not containing as much fluff as expected i'm just really bad at writing this stuff. i hope i can learn it fast tho!!

after signing the retirement papers, you were ready to go home. but first, you needed to do some things first.

picking up the last things from your desk and moving them into a box, you find a picture frame with a group photo of the avengers. all of them. seeing this your eyes are starting to fill with tears and memories of the good old days are flooding your brain. taking a napkin and wiping away the tears, you are ready to leave this part of your life behind and finally move in together with your girlfriend - natasha.

outside the avengers campis you turn around or the last time. "ahh shit, i'm gonna miss this place" and with these being your last words, your turn around and drive home to your apartment.

after a 20 minute drive you finally arrive at your destination. just being able to enter your home and knowing you won't have to fear for the love of you life is a relief.

twisting the keys and opening the door, you notice that the lights are switched off and there is no sign of life in your apartment. "honey! i'm home", after a few minutes and still no answer you start to get worried and roam around the living room looking for your girlfriend. suddenly you smell something. it smells like something is being cooked. you rush to the kitchen when you notice natasha standing at the counter. she is wearing headphones and probably listening to music so she isn't hearing you. sneaking up on her you put your hands on each side of her waist and get as close to her as you possibly can. you expected her flinching so you press a kiss on her cheek and take of her headphones.

"hey baby" you whisper in her ear. "geez, do you have to scare me like that!" she says putting the knife on the counter and turning around. now facing you, she puts her arms on your shoulders and presses light kisses onto your lips. "what have you been up to?" you ask, spying to her left and seeing a cutting board with various cut-up vegetables and a pot filled with cooked rice. "oh this, it's nothing. i thought i'd suprise my lovely girlfriend with a small dinner and to celebrate our retirement i even planed a surprise for you!" she says excited. "oh a surprise? but this is already enough" you say pointing at her and the half-way cooked meal. "and besides, i also have a gift for you" you whisper into her ear, picking her up and placing her onto the counter. you start kissing her soft, welcoming lips. you start making your way down to her neck and leaving small kisses and bites everywhere. as a response you only get a "mmmhh" from natasha, as she is too fixated on your hands on her waist slowly making their way under her shirt. "shit i missed you natty" you mutter whilst kissing her collarbone. "y/n we have to stop.. i have to finish the dinner.." she mutters whilst moving her fingers under your chin.

picking her up and moving to your newly shared bedroom, you softly lay her on your queen sized bed. "the food can wait darling. i need to spend some time with you." you mutter against her lips.

[daz4i]

how and why is there discourse about whether or not certain queer identities exist/if people should be allowed(???) to use them. why is "people know their own identity better than you ever could, and they're the only one who get a say on what they are" such a tough concept to grasp

i think if you find yourself offended by the label someone uses (especially if they're a stranger) or think it invalidates your own, it's a good idea to look inside yourself and question why that may be. more often than not, it's a result of insecurity or uncertainty of your own identity (or many other things, but i won't make a whole list here). whatever reason it is, until you resolve it, you shouldn't take it out on people for having an identity you don't understand

many have said it before but it's worth saying over and over. infighting only helps our oppressors. conservatives don't care if you're a cis gay or a xenogender aegosexual aplatonic lesbian, they hate all of us either way. trying to fit in by going for people who are easier targets for them isn't gonna help you, it'll just alienate you from your own community, and you're never gonna please them. the momentary rush you get from hearing you're not like "one of /those/ gay people" is not worth it and is gonna do more harm in the long run, i assure you

also, it is important to me to say this, but having some less than nice kneejerk reaction caused by confusion about an identity you don't understand doesn't mean you're a bad person or anything. as long as you aren't mean to that person, and you take a second to think smth along the lines of "wait a minute, this isn't any of my business" after having said reaction, you're good 👍 a lot of reflexive reactions we have to things are ingrained into us simply by. well. living in a society 🤡 and you're not terrible for having those thoughts. it's your actions that matter, and your second thought (the "wait, why did i just think that?") is more defining of your actual character and morals than your reflex. i know that having thoughts like this, even tho they're unwanted, can very easily make one spiral, so it's important to me that whoever needs to hear this knows this doesn't make you a bad person 🙏 you're good, keep taking actions to be good, accept other people even if you don't understand them, and you're on the right track :)

[vse-kar-vem]

how to write vent post title that does not come off as self-pitying and or accusatory (because it's NOT !)

[trans-xianxian]

genuinely very sweet that all of the other bad kids are immediately ready to square up for kristen when kipperlily comes for her

[peregrine-sarka]

[ID in alt text]

I already posted this to my main, but now that I've got a writing-specific sideblog I figured I should post it here as well. The art is by the wonderfully talented @hotdrinks, who you should definitely commission - he has a link to his commission form in his pinned post!

Ariadne was a puzzle that  took a bit of decoding to figure out, but Claire thought she’d gotten quite good at it. A raised eyebrow meant, "Go on," pursed lips meant, "Stop talking." Pinching the bridge of her nose meant performative exasperation, massaging her temple meant genuine exasperation. That one particular smile of hers where the corners of her mouth pinched together tightly meant, “I have somehow convinced myself that if I laugh in front of my coworkers they will never respect me again, so I will not laugh at your dumb joke,” and that one sharp, barking laugh of hers meant the dumb joke in question had caught her off guard. Glasses pushed to the top of her head meant either, “I have a headache,” or, “I’ve had my nose buried in some dense legal document from 1898 for so long that I’ve lost all sense of time and space,” or, “I have a headache because I’ve had my nose buried in some dense legal document from 1898 for so long that I’ve lost all sense of time and space.” And Claire was almost, but not quite, certain that that one particular smile of Ariadne’s, where her lips barely moved but her eyes went all soft around the edges, meant, “I adore you. I don’t know when that happened, I don't even know exactly why, but I would give the world to you if you asked.” Claire’s answering smile always meant that, anyway.

[gregoftom]

ok i think it’s time i admit it i’m a tom apologist. sorry 

[cpunkhobie]

hi hello!!! free ramble space about anything here!!!

I mean it. absolutely anything. go wild.

I have this one irl who I love very dearly but talking to them is always so, not strange or difficult but lemme just describe the vibe and see if anyone gets it. it feels like I'm talking to a younger version of myself just figuring themselves out which is so weird cause we're the same age and I actually think they're a couple months older than me? But it just gets me thinking about how much I've had to mature so quickly and so young, and although my parents are somewhat if not definitely to blame there's just so many contradictory things going on between my feelings, my memories, and what I know logistically abt my childhood . It's kinda crazy and honestly it's a lot to think about

Like, back to my friend now. It's double weird because I know just how unlikely it is that we'll turn out alike, because the people i was surrounded with back when I was younger and the ppl we're surrounded with now are so different. And it's crazy because aside from my ex the people I'm surrounded with NOW are the people I would have loved to be around when I was younger, and I'm happy that my friend gets to get that during a period in their life where they need that. But I'm also kind of jealous. Because there's no way they'll have to mature as quickly as I did in the same circumstances, both because of our friends but also because they have me. And it's, awful because I can feel myself being distant even though I do genuinely care about them so much, it's just weird because every time I talk to or look at them it feels like I'm looking into a mirror a seeing a younger me. Which is NOT something you wanna vibe with your friend whose again, the same age if not older than you. And to be honest, I've always felt this with all of my friends to varying degrees. I think with them it's just the most prominent because of where we're both at in our lives rn as well as how similar we are as people.

And with us being similar as people, I think that's also a part of it, because I've always been someone whose much more of an "opposites attract" kinda guy. I mean just look at my boyfriend (love you sp1cy :]<3) so trying to interact with someone whose so similar to me is kinda like uncharted territory for me. Because, if they're ANYTHING like me when I was younger from what I'm just intuitively picking up on, then they have a big storm coming. but like, god it's just kinda nuts crazy now that I think abt it.

And to the real crux of the issue which is me feeling order than my friends, throughout my life I've always had to mentor or parent or be emotionally there for people who are older than me. And that includes my online friends who are actually adults, and no fault to any of my mutuals who see this btw. I'm happy to help, but it's a noticeable trend throughout my life which I think ultimately stems from my parents. It's just getting more prominent and noticeable to me now that I'm a teenager and also trying to loosen up on being the most emotionally mature one all the time. But it's crazy, cause even when I'm feeling like I'm being way looser my maturity is something a lot of people pick up on, both irl and online. Irl because they've told me, and online because of how people treat and interact with me.

It's not as bad now but I remember when a lot of my followers and even people who didn't follow me and even my FRIENDS fully thought I was 19-21 yrs old. Which isn't true now but it was even less true 2 years ago. Now that I've, aforementioned, been letting myself be a lot looser with my maturity I think more people can guess that I'm a teenager, which tbh the connotations with that are pretty fucking endless and vast and dare I say, dangerous. Which is the main reason I don't mention it often or at least try to mention it as little as possible. But it also comes hand in hand with I feel like people will take my points less seriously just cause I'm young. And ik, big issue to have on this corner of tumblr (sarcasm) but it is a thought that comes out a lot. This kinda conflict where I think "will people respect this opinion less because it's coming from a teenager or will they respect the opinions of teenagers more." It's just something kinda crazy to me. How old I am for someone so young. Yeah that's it I think that's all

[just-slightly-chayotic]

i'm going away until friday so i'm not gonna be on tumblr (yay for my screen time, i guess)

have a picture of jeff for the time being <3

[casiavium]

[the-lonelybarricade]

I’m new here so sorry if you’ve talked about this already or if this isn’t something you talk about. Do you think elain and lucien are going to be the protagonists of the next acotar book, or the one after that? ❤️

Hey love!! Welcome!! I think the common consensus in most Elucien/Gwnriel circles is that Az is the protag of the next book and Elain is the protag of the one after. I'm fairly sure I've seen @bookofmirth and @yazthebookish talk about this pretty extensively, so if you're curious as to why people think this, those are two blogs that would be good to check out!

In my lil corner of this fandom I usually just like to talk about putting characters in situations outside of canon and I don't dwell too much on what the next books will or won't contain. 💕

[hikari-ni-naritai]

Feels like some level of sensation is returning, 4 months after surgery, cause there's some weird shit going on down there that was much less pronounced a few months ago. Not sure what I'm supposed to do with it though. To all those girls in manga and anime who never figured out how to masturbate on their own, I'm sorry for thinking you were stupid. It really was much more intuitive with a dick.

[friendofthecrows]

Stressed bc Tumblr is actually my only stream of income rn and I'm not making anything on it despite my best efforts

[shotmrmiller]

A familiar face pays you a visit a few days after you wake up next to a living Simon Riley.

"Captain MacTavish. You are much younger now than when I last saw you."

His crystal blue eyes widen when he realizes what you've said.

"Captain? That's what I am in yer time?" he asks, his disbelief apparent. "Did I also have a wife?"

Before you can answer him, Simon Ghost storms into the room and locks eyes with MacTavish, whose spine has gone stiff, expecting a reprimand.

"Get out, Sergeant. You're not to be in here again, understood?" his tone is austere.

"Aye, sir." MacTavish mouths an apology your way, and swiftly walks out the door, leaving you alone with the man who wears the face of your husband.

"You," he pivots on his heels to look at you, his eyes dark, swirling with fury, "are to talk to no one here. As far as I'm concerned, you're an enemy. Why the Captain hasn't locked you up in a cage is beyond me."

As you feel that unmistakable feeling of your throat tightening, your eyes well up with tears, causing your vision to blur. Your Simon would never look at you like that— never speak to you like this.

Understanding that this isn't a discussion, you turn away, clenching your jaw to suppress the overwhelming urge to sob. There is a sharp ache in your chest, a poignant sting that relentlessly pierces your heart.

But a harsh grip on your chin jerks your attention back to Ghost so abruptly your neck pops, and growls, "Don't turn your back to me, bint. I'm not done talkin'."

Meeting his gaze, your eyes betray you as tears overflow, tracing a path of glistening sorrow down your face.

"Now I see why you haven't married in this life," you choke out. "You're a bitter, foul shell of a man with no sympathy."

Angrily wiping your cheeks and grabbing at his thick wrist, you lurch it away from you.

You grab at the dog tags that have been hidden under your shirt. "I have been nothing but miserable since I met you. I loved my husband with everything I had and so painfully wished I had been buried with him."

A bitter laugh escapes your lips, and you remark, "You may share his body, but you are nothing like him."

"I don't know how anyone could ever grow to love you."

The room is quiet, except for your shaky breathing and occasional sniffle. Ghost remains stock-still in front of you, unblinking. He slowly rises to full height and silently walks out of the room.

You lift the dog tags to press a kiss onto them with a trembling hand, and your thumb runs over the engraved 'Simon "Ghost" Riley' on it.

What have you done?

it's gotta get worse before it gets better :( sorry!

@fruitymoonbeams-blog

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[payidaresque]

i'll say this just once: before following me, you must read my about page first. that's really all i ask of y'all folks. it's right there in my blog description. just click the link

[snowflop]

Girl... I only played like 15 hours of 3Hopes total how did it make top three?